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That fart – Faze Adapt feat. Yung Romvn lyrics

Lyrics Faze Adapt – That fart

Aye, that fart, okay
That fart.

We don’t conversate if you don’t stink, that fart
Yeah I’m going crazy like I’m Banks, that fart
I need toilet paper, that fart
G-Fuel got that flavor (Tropical Rain)
That fart, that fart, that fart, that fart, ayyy!

Huh? what? that faaart
Still making vids yeah I’m in my prime
Little b*tch, I’m back and poppin’
Gotta keep on going with the bangers never stopping
Spaghetti and hot pockets
b*tch you know I’m faaarting
Quarter pounder burger Kay, that faaart
Hitting stankers like I’m Rain (that’s my boy Nordan), that faaart
4AO where we make that stank, that faaart
Fans trying to get in but we got that gate
faaart or don’t, boy choose your fate
Bangers on bangers boy
6 years I’ve been doing this
Keep talking RiceGum make a diss
You just shot but you gon’ shoot and miss
Got a chain that’s where the rolls, boy
GTR, you know I whip in it
When I skrt you know I rip in it
So loud it sound like you faaart in it.

We don’t conversate if you don’t stink, that faaart
Yeah I’m going crazy like I’m Banks, that faaart
I need toilet paper, that faaart
G-Fuel got that flavor (Tropical Rain)
That faaart, that faaart, that faaart, that faaart, ayy!

Oh shayte, oh shayte, oh shayte, oh shayte
Oh shayte, oh shayte, that faaart
faaarting on these haters ’cause I ate Chipotle, that faaart
Walking living legend, yeah I feel like Nordan, that faaart (Nordan ayy!)
Walking living legend, yeah I feel like Nordan, ayy, yeah, yeah
Yeah I be back on my rap s**t, trap s**t
‘Bout to pull up in a nice whip
Bad chicks, standing looking better than a bad b*tch
In my new car got no key, just a nice switch
Night, got me moving quicker than a ..
Why you moving slow? yeah you’re looking like an old b*tch
All we do is .. ’cause I’m shitting
Better bring the water ’cause this fire what I’m spitting
Yeah I feel like Ludacris, my tires looking spinning
b*tch I got the liquer so you know that I be sippin’
All night no sleeping, oh, just chillin’, here, never chillin’
Always grinding ’cause the money only thing on my mind
Yeah, never got that time, always got in dimes, yeah
Keep talking I’mma get that nine, ayy
Keep talking I’mma get that nine, ayy, yeah
Get that nine, ayy, all of my b*tches they dimes
Ayy, yeah, I got the time versuri-lyrics.info
Ooh, look at my wrist yeah it flodded, ooh
All of these b*tches they ugly, ooh
All of my b*tches they pretty, ooh
Running all this s**t
Everytime I go, yeah I step up in your city like.

We don’t conversate if you don’t stink, that faaart
Yeah I’m going crazy like I’m Banks, that faaart
I need toilet paper, that faaart
G-Fuel got that flavor (Tropical Rain)
That faaart, that faaart, that faaart, that faaart, ayy!

Four mill, yeah I made it, still ain’t changed, that faaart
Going so hard it smell kinda strange, that faaart
Hop on pose man get that canes (get that canes), that faaart
Don’t forget to call the gang
Hop in the R8, head that way
Viral on top of viral, boy
So much it smellin’ vial, boy
Since I was younger I wanted to ball, boy
But the coach said I’m too small, boy
So I hopped on Free For All
Shots out the crane, I’m looking tall
If it ain’t about money please don’t give me that call
We only pay .. we ain’t f*cking with the ball.

Yeah, ayy, never play broke, ayy
Turned myself into a boss, ooh
Pockets they fat, Rick Ross, ooh
I’m only drinking on Voss, ooh
Yeah, that is your hoe, ooh, she tryin’ to call
Yeah, yeah, they don’t wanna see us ball.

We don’t conversate if you don’t stink, that faaart
Yeah I’m going crazy like I’m Banks, that faaart
I need toilet paper, that faaart
G-Fuel got that flavor (Tropical Rain)
That faaart, that faaart, that faaart, that faaart, ayyy!

Faze Adapt lyrics
Video fart

Sleepwalker – Away feat. London Thor lyrics

Lyrics Away – Sleepwalker

Sleepwalker
You enter my dreams
When I drift off.

You keep out the bad
Things.

I’m not afraid to close my eyes
When you hold
Me
Sleepwalker
Leave a light on for me.

You will always be my lullaby
Why did you leave without saying goodbye
You will always be my lullaby
Why did you leave without saying goodbye.

You stayed awake
Falling in my dreams
You stayed awake
Falling in my dreams.

You will always be my lullaby
Why did you leave without saying goodbye.

Sleepwalker
How could you do this to me
When you disappear
Versuri-lyrics.info
The sun couldn’t breathe
Through the window out into the night
The moon eloped in the morning light.

Sleepwalkeeer
Did you ever really
Love me.

You will always be my lullaby
Why did you leave without saying goodbye
You will always be my lullaby
Why did you leave without saying goodbye.

You will always be my lullaby
Why did you leave without saying goodbyeee.
Away lyrics
Video Away

No love – Kevin Gates lyrics

Lyrics Kevin Gates – No love

What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a b***h who gon’ play her part.(no love)

Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas. (x3)

Break down Swishers with my thumb
At big booty bitches throwin’ ones
Do not give a f**k where niggas from
You not the only one who got a gun
Nigga grew some nuts and now he clutch
Back against the wall I learned to clutch
Jugged up, nigga gotta cut
When it’s time for action why you stuck?
I survived b***h, I know how to dive
I know how to die, when there’s homicide
I could suicide diving out the plane
I will not reside ridin’ for no lame
Niggas want a feature, they gon’ holler Gates
Niggas want protection, they gon’ say my name
Niggas want some fame, stand on side of Gates
I can see the snakes, nigga you too late
I can feel the hate, they gon’ never say
Everything I gave, never gave away
Did it out my hard, have a lovely day
Money any way, f**k who in the way
.. just got a DM from me
You and Dreka ought to have a threesome with me
I won’t tell nobody, I’ma keep it ..
Dickin’ down your partner, never spoke about it.

What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a b***h who gon’ play her part.

Fell out of love
Versuri-lyrics.info
I ain’t got no love for you niggas. (x3)

Why you h**s blowin’ up my phone want to talk to real niggas?
Got exposed now you on your own, don’t know how to deal with it
Know it’s cold when you on your own, wonder how you live with it
Sold your soul, that’s how it goes nigga, I’ma die a real nigga.

What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a b***h who gon’ play her part.

Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggasss. (x3)
Kevin Gates lyrics
Video love

Sorry – Nothing but Thieves lyrics

Lyrics Nothing but Thieves – Sorry

You might kill me with desire
Wind me tighter than a wire
It’s something that you do to me
I run away like mercury
And I know you think it’s rough
When you’re tryna patch us up
And I say honey what is love?
You just say I drink too much.(sorry)

Maybe I’m defective
Or maybe I’m dumb
I’m sorry, so sorry for what I’ve done
Maybe I’m bad natured
Or maybe I’m young
I’m sorry, so sorry for what I’ve done.

And I’m the t-shirt that I wear
I’m take the thorns out of my hair
I broke your heart so carelessly
But made the pieces part of me
And now it hurts what we’ve become
‘Cause you taught me how to love
It’s me who taught you how to stop
And you just say I drink too much.

Maybe I’m defective
Or maybe I’m dumb
I’m sorryyy, so sorryyy for what I’ve done
Maybe I’m bad natured
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Or maybe I’m young
I’m sorryyy, so sorryyy for what I’ve done.

I’ve waited for this
I’m ready for it
I’ve waited for this
I’m ready for it
I’ve been waiting so long.

I’ve waited for this
I’m ready for it
I’ve waited for this
I’m ready for it
I’ve been waiting so long.

Maybe I’m defective
Or maybe I’m dumb
I’m sorryyy, so sorryyy for what I’ve done
Maybe I’m bad natured
Or maybe I’m young
I’m sorryyy, so sorryyy for what I’ve doneee.
Nothing But Thieves lyrics
Video Nothing but Thieves

Too young – Ayokay feat. Baker Grace lyrics

Lyrics Ayokay – Too young

You take two trains all this way
When you know I can’t stay out for too long
You put too much weight, that I can’t take
I’m gonna break, it’s getting hard to hold
I’m afraid, one day
You won’t be okay out on your own
But I gotta let you know.(too young)

Truth is you hold me back
Maybe I love you, I’m too young for that
And I know your expectations got me feeling trapped
Maybe I love you, I’m too young for that
And I know we’re too, we’re too young for that
We’re too, we’re too young for that
We’re too, we’re too young.

You complain when I’m away
I’m telling you that this is just the start
I need a chance to find some space
To fall safe in someone else’s arms, hey
Honestly I don’t want to hurt you
But I gotta break your heart
Versuri-lyrics.info
This is getting hard.

Truth is you hold me back
Maybe I love you, I’m too youuung for that
And I know your expectations got me feeling trapped
Maybe I love you, I’m too youung for that
And I know we’re too, we’re too youuung for that
We’re too, we’re too youuung for that
We’re too, we’re too youung for that
We’re too, we’re too youuung.

Why are we holding on?
There could be so much more
Why are we holding on?
We’re too youung
Why are we holding on?
Are we afraid to fall?
Why are we holding on?
We’re too youuung.

Truth is you hold me back
Maybe I love you, I’m too youuung for that
And I know your expectations got me feeling trapped
Maybe I love you, I’m too youuung for that
And I know we’re too, we’re too youuung for that
We’re too, we’re too youuung for that
We’re too, we’re too youuung for that
We’re too, we’re too youuung for that
We’re too, we’re too younggg.
Ayokay lyrics
Video young

LANA DEL REY – God Bless America lyrics

Take me as I am
Take me, baby, in stride
Only you can save me tonight
There’s nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
You let me in, don’t leave me out
Or leave me dry

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Even when I’m alone
I’m not lonely
I hear the sweetest melodies (sweetest melodies)
On the fire escapes of the city
Sounds like I am free
It’s got me singing

[Chorus]
God bless America, and all the beautiful women in it
God bless America, and all the beautiful women in it
May you stand proud and strong
Like Lady Liberty shining all night long
God bless America

[Verse 2]
Take me as I am
Don’t see me for what I’m not
Only you can hear me tonight
Keep your light on, babe
I might be standing outside
You let me in, don’t leave me out
Or leave me dry

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Even walking alone, I’m not worried
I feel your arms all around me (arms around me)
In the air on the streets of the city
Feels like I am free
It’s got me thinking

[Chorus]
God bless America, and all the beautiful women in it
God bless America, and all the beautiful women in it
May you stand proud and strong
Like Lady Liberty shining all night long
God bless America (sweetest melodies)

[Bridge]
Even with you I’ve got [?]
So you’d better believe that nobody can make me feel lonely
Because I hear (sweetest melodies)
Even when you talk that talk with [?]
I’ll never feel, never feel lonely
I have no fear
It’s got me thinking (Yeah)

[Chorus – Variation]
God bless America, and all the beautiful women in it
God bless America, and all the beautiful people in it
May they stand proud and strong
Like Lady Liberty shining all night long
God bless America, and all the beautiful people in it
And all the beautiful people in it

Kevin Gates – No Love Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a bitch who gon’ play her part

[Chorus]
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas

[Verse]
Break down Swishers with my thumb
At big booty bitches throwin’ ones
Do not give a fuck where niggas from
You not the only one who got a gun
Nigga grew some nuts and now he clutch
Back against the wall I learned to clutch
Jugged up, nigga gotta cut
When it’s time for action why you stuck?
I survived bitch, I know how to dive
I know how to die, when there’s homicide
I could suicide diving out the plane
I will not reside ridin’ for no lame
Niggas want a feature, they gon’ holler Gates
Niggas want protection, they gon’ say my name
Niggas want some fame, stand on side of Gates
I can see the snakes, nigga you too late
I can feel the hate, they gon’ never say
Everything I gave, never gave away
Did it out my hard, have a lovely day
Money any way, fuck who in the way
[?] just got a DM from me
You and Dreka ought to have a threesome with me
I won’t tell nobody, I’ma keep it [?]
Dickin’ down your partner, never spoke about it

[Pre-Chorus]
What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a bitch who gon’ play her part

[Chorus]
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas

[Bridge]
Why you hoes blowin’ up my phone want to talk to real niggas?
Got exposed now you on your own, don’t know how to deal with it
Know it’s cold when you on your own, wonder how you live with it
Sold your soul, that’s how it goes nigga, I’ma die a real nigga

[Pre-Chorus]
What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a bitch who gon’ play her part

[Chorus]
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas

Keith Ape – ORCA TAPE II Lyrics

[Intro: Keith Ape]
Aye, aye, yeah-e, yeah-e (yeah-e, yeah-e, yah)

[Chorus: Keith Ape]
I said go, go, go kill yourself
Ain’t tryna [?] myself
Ain’t tryna [?] myself
Just go, go, go kill yourself
I said go, go, go kill yourself
Ain’t tryna [?] myself
Ain’t tryna [?] myself
Just go, go, go kill yourself

[Verse 1: Okasian]
[?] muthafucka
Don’t push me, I’m close to the edge, muthafucka
[?] muthafucka
[?] muthafucka
[?]

[Chorus: Keith Ape & Bryan Cha$e]
I said go, go, go kill yourself (ahh)
Ain’t tryna [?] myself (ain’t, myself)
Ain’t tryna [?] myself (self, tryna)
Just go, go, go kill yourself (self)
I said go, go, go kill yourself (go, kill yourself)
Ain’t tryna [?] myself (ain’t tryna [?] myself)
Ain’t tryna [?] myself
Just go, go, go kill yourself (self)
I said go, go, go kill yourself (uh, ahh)
Ain’t tryna [?] myself (ain’t tryna, ain’t tryna [?] myself)
Ain’t tryna [?] myself (ain’t tryna, ain’t tryna [?] myself)
Just go, go, go kill yourself (just, yourself)

[Verse 2: Bryan Cha$e]
[?]
Think I might go insane, hearin’ voices in my head
Every night I lay my head, my bih’
Loosin’ time, loosin’ time with me, loosin’ side
Every night I lay, every night I lay
Voices in my head, demons in my head
[?] loosin’ sneak, loosin’ ships, they all sheeps, loosin’ [?]
Never weak, feelin’ [?] gettin’ out
How to breathe, and get what I want?
Where the fuck was I when I’m up on none
[?]
Look at my bro [?] and I see no soul
Smokin’, drinkin’, just to take a fuckin’ pain [?]
Mixin’ up these dranks, diamonds fuckin’ hurtin’ lane
Tryna get away, tryna get away
[?]
Left my feelings [?]
Tell me [?]
[?]

[Bridge: Bryan Cha$e]
Get away, get away, get away, get away, yuh
Get away, get away, get away, get away, yuh
[?]

[Chorus: Keith Ape]
I said go, go, go kill yourself
Ain’t tryna [?] myself
Ain’t tryna [?] myself
Just go, go, go kill yourself
I said go, go, go kill yourself
Ain’t tryna [?] myself
Ain’t tryna [?] myself
Just go, go, go kill yourself
I said go, go, go kill yourself
Ain’t tryna [?] myself
Ain’t tryna [?] myself
Just go, go, go kill yourself

[Outro: Keith Ape]
Yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh
Yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh
Tryna [?] myself

Lil Wayne – Dinnertime (Unrelased Song) Lyrics

[Intro: Waiter talking]
Here you are, sir, just how you like
Careful, it’s hot
Enjoy…

[Verse 1]
Okay, come be my appetizer
My fruit, my apple cider, my colada
My papaya, how you want it?
I told the waiter what I wanted
I told him don’t bring me a plate
If it don’t have a rapper on it
Chef Angel on the beat
And me I’m just snackin’ on it
Yeah, I’m eatin’ with my hands
I’m gonna need a napkin, homie
You lookin’ like a glazed pig
With an apple on it
I’mma need a Snapple, homie
And another after, homie
Snap crackle, homie
There goes another rapper
Just consider that bologna
You are just a macaroni
In my tuna casserole
I’m gettin’ fat and you bony
You lookin’ like Nicole
Richie call me Biggie
I got faith and soul
Bowl of french of fries
Tell ’em bonjour
Boy, I eat your food
Hot and cold
And I’m no where near full

[Interlude: Waiter talking]
Hope you enjoyed your appetizer
Here’s your main course…

[Verse 2]
Good ’cause I’m bout hungrier than a mothafucka
Finger lickin’ good never been a thumb sucker
I eat your ass good, never leave a crumb sucka
Never been a club hopper I’m a club jumper
That mean I get the club jumpin’, I’m grubbin
Rappers say, “Hello Wayne”, I reply, “What up supper?”
I could fry your ass up a saute
Marinade ya all day
I like my shit saute
‘Cause all the rappers salty
‘Cause all the rappers fault me
For bein’ the best of all thee
Rappers call on me
‘Cause I’m the best rapper rappin’
Rappers you can call me
The best rapper rappin’
I’m a dog I’m a beast
I’m a feast
Carter get it in order
Order me I oughta be an artery
‘Cause I’m a bloody buzzin’ B
I’m a beast I at least
Should get a piece of that pie
Before I die
Because I if no one else deserve
Now where is my dessert?

[Interlude: Waiter talking]
And now for dessert…

[Verse 3]
Yes, this is dessert
For his and hers
I’ll take his her
Kiss her
Make her pussy purr
Wet zipper
Never tip her
Never fall in love with a stripper
Like strawberries, I dip her
In whip cream, I whip her
I let her melt, then sip her
Like sizzurp, I’m tryna quit the sizzurp
‘Cause moms say quit the sizzurp
But my auntie mom trippin’, she a tripper
And I can eat you quicker
But I’m gonna take my time with it
Like a 3 legged cake I gotta climb in it
But ain’t shit sweet when I’m in it
When I’m in it, I told her you gonna miss me
If I hit it
I’m done with it
And can’t one else can do what I done with it
Not what I done did it
My tongue drippin’
Feed me rappers or feed me beats

[Digests]

[Outro]
Young Mula Baby, hehe

Kat Dahlia – Manipulator Lyrics

Verse 1:
I made my mind
I said I’d never fall for you
No, not this time
Not after the way you fucked me up
You went through the grapevine
And I’ve been moving on
Just like old times
Baby, you’ve been popping up

Hook:
Now I’ve got someone else
You show up back from hell
Right back in your spell

You acting all brand new
Never got this from you
Not when I wanted to

Chorus:
Cause you’re a manipulator
Use me like I’m your entertainer
Heart my love like a heartbreaker
Mani- Manipulator
Manipulator

Verse 2:
Ain’t no question
You know that I’m a fool for you
Just when I think you’re done
You’re reaching out the blue
Only get your attention when theres no one else you’re talking to
Soon as I get what I want I never hear from you

Hook:
Now I’ve got someone else
You show up back from hell
Right back in your spell

You acting all brand new
Never got this from you
Not when I wanted to

Chorus:
Cause you’re a manipulator
Use me like I’m your entertainer
Heart my love like a heartbreaker
Mani- Manipulator
Manipulator

Bridge:
You (x8)
Got this power over me
You (x8)
You never set me free
You (x8)
Got this power over me
You (x8)
You never set me free

Chorus:
Cause you’re a manipulator
Use me like I’m your entertainer
Heart my love like a heartbreaker
Mani- Manipulator
Manipulator

Vocals:
Entertainer…
Ma-ma-ma-
Heartbreaker…
Ma-ma-ma
Manipulator
Manipulator

DJ Khaled – Bitches & Bottles (Let’s Get It Started) (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Ear Drummers!
Turn up!
Ya not in
I said “Turn up!!”
Woo!
Bitches and bottles
You know what is it
Ay, (DJ Khaled!)

[Hook – Future]

Let’s get it started, let’s go dumb and retarded
Let’s get high as we wanna, let’s go and burn up a forest
Girl there’s other precautions, get the car it’s inside it
Let’s put some ice on your watch and designer on your body
Let’s order bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, let’s order bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, let’s get it started

[Verse 1 – T.I]

I’m turned up till my knob broke say turn down I say nah ho
My neck like Balboa, my watch official, it’s uncalled for
In the same regions on all floors, I got six sluts on all fo’
They french kiss and say bonjour I got my own shine but I want yours
I’m stupid rich, got stupid bitches, you stupid thick, in Louboutin’
Don’t like me, fuck you again, wanna fight me well come do it then
Right hand to God on everything I see the hearts of men and they bear lame
I won’t entertain no punk shit, they talk shit and I run it
Boy you tryin’ to get what I been here, headed down with like ten here
I’m to answer this unreal let’s say one album and like ten mill
Plus my swag is stupid low IQ gone, heard nigga bailin’ all try to gone
But when you ballin’ like I do, you know something nigga, they don’t like you

[Hook – Future]

Let’s get it started, let’s go dumb and retarded
Let’s get high as we wanna, let’s go and burn up a forest
Girl there’s other precautions, get the car it’s inside it
Let’s put some ice on your watch and designer on your body
Let’s order bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, let’s order bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, let’s get it started

[Verse 2 – Lil Wayne]

It’s Tunechi you bitch you, I like sticky weed and sticky pussy
Sittin’ on like a hundred mil, I treat that shit like whoopie cushion
Ballin’ on them fuck niggas, they on the bench I bench press em’
They hating, from the sidelines, they pissed off piss test em’
Man I’m on that lean, liquor for the bitches
Who fuckin’ wit me? all I hear is crickets
I got stank up in my swisher, my bitch pussy smell like roses
She on that Molly, I’m on that Mary, I’m on that Mary like Joseph
Man I’m married to this shit, you can call it Shit Carter
Dick stay up like it got insomnia
All them niggas hatin’ fuck ya in ya pussy
The best things in life are free, free my nigga Boosie, gone

[Hook – Future]

Let’s get it started, let’s go dumb and retarded
Let’s get high as we wanna, let’s go and burn up a forest
Girl there’s other precautions, get the car it’s inside it
Let’s put some ice on your watch and designer on your body
Let’s order bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, let’s order bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, let’s get it started

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Ok, now lil’ nigga
My clique realer
Thick as fuck. I’m a big tipper
In the club ’bout 20 bottles
I make a movie like Ben Stiller
Chase money, don’t chase hoes
That peach Ciroc, I’m on straight liquor
Neck froze like cold winter
Stand by me in need a chinchilla
Presidential got plenty rocks
Roc boy like I know Jigga
Riding off in that new shit
I told the dealer you can keep the ceiling
Plenty bitches wanna get the business
I told them it’s my dick decision
Goons with me, need supervision
Murk ya dog if it’s slight tension
I hit once and my mind gone
Tipper’s short but my dreads long
See a star come make a wish
Come take a flick with ya camera phone
I’m in the club and I’m turnt to the max
Better be pretty, I’m turning ’em back
Clique full of riders you know where they at
R.I.P. Chris, I’ma end it with that

[Hook]

[Bridge: Future]
Ay, Let’s order bitches and bottles (Dj Khaled)
Let’s order bitches and bottles
They’re out of era, our models
They’re out of era, our models (let’s go)

[Hook]

[Outro: Dj Khaled]
I make hits, I find hits
And I put hits out

Lana Del Rey – In My Feelings Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m smoking while I’m runnin’ on my treadmill
And I’m cutting up roses
Could it be that I fell for another loser
I’m crying while I’m cummin’
Making love while I’m making good money
Sobbin’ in my cup of coffee
Because I fell for another loser

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Get that cigarette smoke out of my face
You’ve been wasting my time
While you’re taking what’s mine, with the things that you’re doing
Talk that talk, well now they all know your name
And there’s no coming back from the place that you came
Baby don’t do it

[Chorus]
‘Cause you got me in my feelings (got me feeling so much right now)
Talking in my sleep again (I’m making love songs [?])
Drown out all our screaming (Got me feeling so crazy right now)
Who’s tougher than this bitch? Who’s free-er than me?
You wanna make the switch, be my guest, baby
I’m feeling all my fucking feelings

[Verse 2]
I’m smoking while I’m running
This town and you better believe it honey
I’m laughing as I’m taking my prisoners
And taking down names
I’m crying while I’m gunning
In the smoke they can hear me coming
If you were me, and I was you
I’d get out of my way

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Get that cigarette smoke out of my face
You’ve been wasting my time while you’re taking what’s mine
While you know what you’re doing
Talk that talk, well, now they all know your name
And there’s no coming back from the place that you came
Baby, don’t do it

[Chorus]
‘Cause you got me in my feelings (got me feeling so much right now)
Talking in my sleep again (I’m making love songs [?])
Drown out all our screaming (Got me feeling so crazy right now)
Who’s tougher than this bitch? Who’s free-er than me?
You wanna make the switch, be my guest, baby
I’m feeling all my fucking feelings

[Bridge]
Got me up in this place right now
Making me [?]
Got me up in this place right now, against the wall
Got me feeling so blue
Making me [?]
Gotta leave right now

[Chorus]
‘Cause you got me in my feelings (got me feeling so much right now)
Talking in my sleep again (I’m making love songs [?])
Drown out all our screaming (Got me feeling so crazy right now)
Who’s tougher than this bitch? Who’s free-er than me?
You wanna make the switch, be my guest, baby
I’m feeling all my fucking feelings

Lana Del Rey – Get Free Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Finally, I’m crossing the threshold
From the ordinary world to the reveal of my heart
Undoubtedly, that will for certain
Take the dead out of the sea and the darkness from the arts

[Pre-Chorus 1]
This is my commitment, my modern manifesto
I’m doing it for all of us who never got the chance
For… and for… (Shut up, shut up)
And all my birds of paradise who never got to fly at night
‘Cause they were caught up in the dance

[Chorus]
Sometimes it feels like I’ve got a war in my mind
I want to get off, but I keep riding the ride
I never really noticed that I had to decide
To play someone’s game or live my own life
And now I do, I wanna move
Out of the black (out of the black) into the blue (into the blue)

[Verse 2]
Finally, gone is the burden
Of the crowding way of being
That comes from energies combined
Like my part was I was not discerning
And you, as we found out, were not in your right mind

[Pre-Chorus 2]
There’s no more chasing rainbows
And hoping for an end to them
Their arches are illusions, solid at first glance
But then you try to touch them (touch, touch)
There’s nothing to hold on to (hold, hold)
The colors used to lure you in (you, you)
And put you in a trance (ah, ah, ah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Sometimes it feels like I’ve got a war in my mind
I want to get off, but I keep riding the ride
I never really noticed that I had to decide
To play someone’s game or to live my own life
And now I do, I wanna move
Out of the black (out of the black) into the blue (into the blue)
Out of the black (out of the black) into the blue (into the blue)
Out of the black (out of the black) into the blue (into the blue)

Demi Lovato – Sorry Not Sorry

[Intro]
Payback is a bad bitch
And baby, I’m the baddest (I’m the baddest, I’m the baddest)

[Verse 1]
Now I’m out here looking like revenge
Feelin’ like a ten, the best I’ve ever been
And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt
To see me like this, but it gets worse (wait a minute)
Now you’re out here looking like regret
Ain’t too proud to beg, second chance you’ll never get
And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this
But it gets worse (wait a minute)

[Pre-Chorus]
Now payback is a bad bitch
And baby, I’m the baddest
You fuckin’ with a savage
Can’t have this, can’t have this (ah)
And it’d be nice of me to take it easy on ya, but nah

[Chorus]
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Being so bad got me feelin’ so good
Showing you up like I knew that I would
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Feeling inspired ’cause the tables have turned
Yeah, I’m on fire and I know that it burns

[Verse 2]
Baby, fineness is the way to kill
Tell me how it feel, bet it’s such a bitter pill
And yeah I know, you thought you had bigger, better things
Bet right now this stings (wait a minute)
‘Cause the grass is greener under me
Brightness, Technicolor, I can tell that you can see
And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this
But it gets worse (wait a minute)

[Pre-Chorus]
Now payback is a bad bitch
And baby, I’m the baddest
You fuckin’ with a savage
Can’t have this, can’t have this (ah)
And it’d be nice of me to take it easy on ya, but nah

[Chorus]
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Being so bad got me feelin’ so good
Showing you up like I knew that I would
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Feeling inspired ’cause the tables have turned
Yeah, I’m on fire and I know that it burns

[Bridge]
Talk that talk, baby
Better walk, better walk that walk, baby
If you talk, if you talk that talk, baby
Better walk, better walk that walk, baby
Oh yeah, talk that talk, baby
Better walk, better walk, that walk, baby
If you talk, if you talk that talk, baby
Better walk, better walk that walk, baby

[Chorus]
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Being so bad got me feelin’ so good
Showing you up like I knew that I would
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Feeling inspired ’cause the tables have turned
Yeah, I’m on fire and I know that it burns

[Outro]
Payback is a bad bitch
And baby, I’m the baddest
I’m the baddest, I’m the baddest

Snoop Dogg – Trash Bags (feat. K Camp)

[Intro: Female Voice]
You gotta come to [?] right now
It’s poppin’, [??] money left to right
I say you bring that bag
Music Major

[Hook: K Camp & Snoop Dogg]
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Count that up, count that up, count that up
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Twenties, count that
Hundreds, count that
Dollars, count that
Money, count that
Paper
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Passion, Angy, Keshia, Brandy
Tangy, paradise, obsession and candy
Lily, butterfly
What are you, what am I?
Bella, Lauren, Linda Rose
On the stage, on the pole
Oceanate, Pina Colada
At the top, on the bottom
Ace of diamonds, keep ’em shinin’
Crazy girls oh yeah we got ’em
Daisy it’s crazy, and so as the home gon’ red
Don’t fuck around when it come around to pickin’ up that bread
It’s yours

[Hook: K Camp & Snoop Dogg]
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Count that up, count that up, count that up
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Twenties, count that
Hundreds, count that
Dollars, count that
Money, count that
Paper
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Peaches and Desiree, baby girl that’s from the A
KeKe and Showtime, there’s no time like today
Champagne, Tyra, Coco and Chocolate
Stina and Devina, I’m lovin’ how ya’ll poppin’ it
XO, Hennessy, Patrón and lime after
Baby say, "roll the J", tangerine with pineapple
Daisy it’s crazy, and so as the home gon’ red
Don’t fuck around when it come around to pickin’ up that bread
It’s yours

[Hook: K Camp]
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Count that up, count that up, count that up
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that

[Outro: K Camp]
Count that, count that, count that, count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that

French Montana – Whiskey Eyes (feat. Chinx)

[Intro: Chinx]
On the count of three I want everyone to say it
(Rock party)
Hold up, baba
On the count of three I want everyone to say it
"I’m a mothafuckin’ coke boy"
1, 2, 3
I’m a mothafuckin’ coke boy

[Chorus: Fe]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You’ll tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Yo, Montana
Ayy, hit the game, put the wave in it
Go, go on tap your veins, put the needle in it
I-I snatch you by your head like an eagle did it
Shootout with the police like Sigel did it
Middle of the streets like The Beatles did it
Can’t be in it when you leave, or they leave you in it
Ev-Everything that’s gold ain’t what it glitter
I seen killers fold for certain killas
Have your money right when the law costs
I seen my favorite rappers turn to cornballs
The best thing I did was let that pain hurt my feelings
(Turn the pain into music)
Turn the music into millions, haaan
Got jerked my first deal, and I told ’em "Suck a dick"
Once I made my first mil’, I told them "Fuck a brick"
Brick, brick by brick, ’til it’s empire
L-l-lick by lick, gone a sleepwire
Had to learn taxes, help you relax
If you don’t own your masters, your classes turn to ashes
So hit the round table, count it all up
Or get the brown bag, count it all up
Call the bad bitches, round ’em all up
Count it first, we can count it all up
Millionaire bitches, hit the mall up
(International superstar, you know)

[Chorus: Fe]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You’ll tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do

[Verse 2: French Montana]
They said kill ’em with success, toe tag ya up
N-n-name a Hollywood bitch I ain’t rag up
P-p-promise, the pressure turn to diamonds
The karma turn to commas
If the block told you eye to eye
Seeing dreams in a bottle
The younger son of Pablo
Trips out to Cabo, D.C. with a model
That’s Tammy from Miami, put her face on the white like Sosa
Come and get a close up
I’m on the post like the power forward
From the hoodies to the Tom Ford
Big up, f-for the stick up
They wanted me to hiccup
I copped the Bent’ over sticker
A- about to come and pick your chick up
Gladiator theme music with Casino suits
Godfather trilogy, Al Pacino shootin’
This that Benny Blanco ‘fore he killed Carlito
This that Larry Davis before he caught that Rico
Them Bronx streets, Teflon fleek
In the jungle, while you holdin’ hands in Palm Beach
We was climbin’ fences, we was playin’ benches
One time for my bitches, naked on the trenches
European boots, European suits
African diamonds, my niggas shinin’
My nigga Chinx son became my own son
The block where I’m from, you need your own gun

[Verse 3: Chinx]
Devil held me up, figured that I’d convert to God
Took my ground from the pavement and aimed it at the stars
Swag drippin’ by the liter, four ounce of purp’
The game ain’t for the weak, go and play the church
Off the Mary Jane, pills, syrup, thick smoke, coughing
Ridin’ on these suckas that opposed it
Ballin’, took the whistle from the ref and made my own calls
From the pens, got my homie on the phone call
No work, money goes under the mattress only
Hands clean, got some youngins that’ll back it for me
Really skatin’ budget, conflict diamonds only
Made my vow to the game, boy, that’s matrimony

[Chorus: Fe]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You’ll tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do

Roger Waters – Wait For Her

With a glass inlaid with gemstones
On a pool around the evening
Among the perfumed roses
Wait for her

With the patience of a packhorse
Loaded for the mountains
Like a stoic, noble prince
Wait for her

With seven pillows laid out on the stair
The scent of womens’ incense fills the air
Be calm, and wait for her

And do not flush the sparrows
That are nesting in her braids
All along the barricades
Wait for her

And if she comes soon
Wait for her
And if she comes late
Wait

Let her be still as a summer afternoon
A garden in full bloom

Let her breathe in the air
That is foreign to her heart
Let her lips part
Wait for her

Take her to the balcony, see the moon soaked in milk
Hear the rustle of her silk
Wait for her

Don’t let your eyes alight upon the twin doves of her breast
Lest they take flight
Wait for her

And if she comes soon
Wait for her
And if she comes late
Wait

Serve her water before wine
Do not touch her hand
Let your fingertips rest as her command

Speak softly as a flute would to a fearful violin
Breathe out, breathe in

And as the echo fades from that final fusillade
Remember the promises you made

Lloyd – Heavenly Body (feat. Rick Ross)

[Intro]
Your heavenly body
Lets get it
I’m the man, I’m the man, cellphone jumping
And I’m thumbing through a hunnid grand (Hustling)
Your heavenly body

[Verse 1 Lloyd]
Every time you come around (yeah, yeah)
My heart drops to the ground (ground, ground)
You bring the summer to the winter
You turn a saint to a sinner
You know, you know, you know ya got that good (na-na)
The kind you only find in the hood
Like one of them Caddies with the leather and the wood (wood)
You the one I hit, one I hit when I need the good shit (good shit)
Fine as the DOA, not even the king of diamonds
Ain’t nothing on you baby

[Chorus Lloyd]
I almost died last night
When you took off your clothes
My heart just stopped (my heart)
Your heavenly body
And when we start off, won’t stop
It’s like I live in you, girl you’re so soft
Your heavenly body

[Verse 2 Lloyd]
You’re a 10 with your clothes on (yeah, yeah)
You have the chart with your clothes off (yeah, yeah)
Can’t wait to get you to the crib
So I can break it off
You need a real man, you don’t need no buster
I can tell you left your last one, cause he was a sucker
I’m just here to please you, I don’t wanna hurt ya (girl)

[Chorus Lloyd]
I almost died last night (almost died last night)
When you took off your clothes
My heart just stopped (my heart)
Your heavenly body
And when we start off, won’t stop
It’s like I live in you, girl you’re so soft
Your heavenly body

[Verse 3 Rick Ross]
Took you out the ghetto
Got you sleeping on the beach
Love the hood but gotta keep you out these sucker reach
Pledge allegiance to the hustle, she know I’m so sincere
Ceremony celebrating our last several years
Hugs and kisses, Moschino that Goyard on my Mrs
Club money, C-notes that’s coming for attention
I’m the man, I’m the man, cellphone jumping
And I’m thumbing through a hunnid grand (Hustling)
We the richest in the city
Fighting fire cases Mayweather in the building
Chicks show me love but you’re the only one I crave
Since back in the day before Lloyd grew out his braids

[Chorus Lloyd]
I almost died last night (almost died last night)
When you took off your clothes
My heart just stopped (my heart)
Your heavenly body
And when we start off, won’t stop (baby, I won’t stop)
It’s like I live in you, girl you’re so soft (so soft)
Your heavenly body (body baby)

[Outro]
Put your hands up if you down
I just wanna I just wanna lay you down
Put your hands up if you down
I just wanna I just wanna lay you down

Young Nudy – Yeah Yeah

[Intro]
You Can’t Trust Nobody
I dont fuck with these niggas
Fuck 12
Look what kind of picture they try to paint on me
Drank, I know
What you tell em slime

[Hook ]
Gansta ( yeah )
Blood ( yeah )
Shooter ( yeah )
Killer ( yeah )
Robber ( yeah )
Yeah, finneser
Jugger, I do it
Sticks, get to it
Ya bitch, want to fuck
Huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, oh yeah? yeah
Money, yeah
Bitches, Drank Mollies, Percs, Lean, pour me up

[Verse 1]
Look what the molly make your bitch do
Look what the drank make your bitch do
Look what the weed make your bitch do
( yeah, fuck it )
Look what the percs make Young Nudy do
Beat yo bitch back down
Ima give yo hoe the mac down
WWE Smackdown, yeah I’m talking raw nigga
Beat yo bitch raw nigga, yeah
All in her jaws nigga
All in her jaws nigga
Knockin down walls nigga
Beat yo bitch face up
Yeah I ride around, cake up
Riding round with the cakers
Yeah we heavy bake up
Bake me a pussy nigga, try to play nigga
Ima gone roll you up like a swisher
And Ima smoke you nigga
Yeah you over wit

[Hook]
Gansta ( yeah )
Blood ( yeah )
Shooter ( yeah )
Killer ( yeah )
Robber ( yeah )
Yeah, finneser
Jugger, I do it
Sticks, get to it
Ya bitch, want to fuck
Huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, oh yeah? yeah
Money, yeah, Bitches, Drank, Mollies, Percs
Lean, Pour me up

[Verse 2]
Damn, you try that bitch
Damn, you try that hoe
Yeah, I dont really give a fuck bout that hoe
Give her none but the slow strokes
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Got your bitch in the room screaming, Yeah!
Yeah [?], Damn, Well
I then smoked up another blunt
Two cat sounds
Fruit loops, in a fucking coupe
Riding round with the whole zoo
What about you
You through, they through
Im shooting, he shooting
They bout it, we bout it
Catch a body, you ain’t bout it
Been bout it, since a younging
Everybody know I want the money
If a nigga ain’t talking bout no money
Shit, I guess I’ll go fuck on your honey

[ Hook ]
Gansta ( yeah )
Blood ( yeah )
Shooter ( yeah )
Killer ( yeah )
Robber ( yeah )
Yeah, finneser
Jugger, I do it
Sticks, get to it
Ya bitch, want to fuck
Huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, oh yeah? yeah
Money, yeah
Bitches, Drank Mollies, Percs, Lean, pour me up

Tyler The Creator – I Ain’t Got Time!

[Intro: Shane Powers]
Right now we got some new music only here on Golf Radio
(God I love this sample)
We’re going to dance
And exercise
And have some fun

[Chorus]
I ain’t got time for these niggas
Better throw a watch at the boy
Had my boys in this bitch, lookin’ like a seminar
Who the fuck you talkin’ to muhfucka?
Boy I ain’t got time for these bitches
Better throw a clock at these hoes
Have these hoes in this bitch lookin’ for a waterhose
Who the fuck you talking to, muhfucka?
Boy I ain’t got time

[Verse 1]
Boy, I need a Kleenex
How I got this far? Boy, I can’t believe it
That I got this car, so I take the scenic
Passenger a white boy, look like River Phoenix
First, happy birthday
You bitch ass nigga, yup I’m thirsty
Them little shots that you threw, they ain’t hurt me
I ain’t fuck with you bitch ass in the first place

[Chorus]
I ain’t got time for these niggas
Better throw a watch at the boy
Had my boys in this bitch, lookin’ like a seminar
Who the fuck you talkin’ to muhfucka?
Boy I ain’t got time for these bitches
Better throw a clock at these hoes
Have these hoes in this bitch lookin’ for a waterhose
Who the fuck you talking to, muhfucka?
Boy I ain’t got time

[Verse 2]
Nat Turner would be so proud of me
‘Cause all these muhfuckas got they style from me
I bet they all looking from the crowd at me
And if I ask them, they would bow at me
But you’re a house nigga, so you don’t know
How that shit go, with my big lips and my big nose
And my big dick and my short hair
‘Cause you already know how slow my shit grow

[Bridge]
(Hey)
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock

[Verse 3]
Been the man with a pickle plan, niggas know the deal
When I sell the carnival, I bet I get a 100 mil’
Next line will have ’em like "Woah"
I’ve been kissing white boys since 2004
One me, two feet, three mmms
Four, five, six years ago sucked
Seven figure conversations with Converse finalized
‘Cause Vans fucked up
I’ma read commas, you gon’ leave comments
Saying what I shoulda did, but you ain’t did nada
You ain’t important
I’ma keep sporting
All smiles over here
Shout out to The Garden
(Tick tock)
And that’s a fact boy
And I just handle all my business like a chess board
(Tick tock, tick, tock)
Watch ya neck boys, is that them Golf boys?
That’s my muthafuckin’ set, boy
Hard pill to swallow like some thick soda
Walk weird ’cause my pockets look like thick Yoda
With a Skywalker, riding ’round solar
Anakin skin Sprite, and my tint cola
I’m getting neck from a broad like some big shoulders
Till I bust like that 9 in ya heat holster
Everything I say is hot, bitch I speak toaster
And I break orthodox like I eat kosher
Shout out to (shhh) they gave a big loaf of
Green bread, got me chilling like a clean sofa
What’s that thick odor?
Young Millie T
A young, focused black boy, oh silly me
(I ain’t got time!)

[Verse 4]
Better talk shit
‘Cause I’m either in my Cons or my Golf shit
Pants got a lil flood, nigga pipe down
I’m Lil Boosie way I wipe down
(Boy I ain’t got time!)
Yeah right now
‘Cause niggas dying every day and I ain’t light brown
And i-D ain’t wanna give a nigga no post
So I went and did a 12-page spread in Vogue
(Nigga I ain’t got time!)

[Outro]
Listen man, I’m that boy
All you little niggas clones
Boy I fill that void
You better kill that noise
Turn around and remap route
When they see that boy with them big ears and that gap tooth
Tick, Tock
Tick, Tock
Tick, Tock
"Fuck… Hello"

Stan Sono – Emergency

I know I feel it, all alone lately
Baby
I’m finna get it on my own yeah, yeah
Don’t wanna end up in the wrong, no
Ain’t no way out cause I belong, you know, you know

Finna get get get get it on my on
Said it’s been a long time since I wanted my
I’m already there yeah, yeah x4
Finna get get get get get get get it on my own, on my own
Said it’s been a long time since I wanted my
I’m already there yeah, yeah x4
Finna get get get get get get get it on my own, on my own

Tell me if I’m fine, do you hear me?
Save me yo fake smiles I don’t need em

Hook][

Emergency, emergency landing x2

Everything’s, everything’s alright,when it needs to be x 2

Emergency, emergency landing x2

It’s somethin else about you baby
I just keep it goin
You let me know about you
Tell me where you goin

It’s somethin bout yo body yeah, yeah, yeah
Go over yo body yeah, yeah, yeah
All over yo body yeah, yeah, yeah (just want my body next to yours)
Keep you warm, x2
Somethin about your body
(Just wanna be next to you)
(Stay focused all the time) Yay yay
(Just need to be next to you)
Somethin like you love me
Yay, yay
Somethin like you love me
Focused all the time, always on my mind, shit is on my mind
Somethin like you love me

Always on my mind

Slim 400 – Digiscale (feat. Trae Tha Truth)

[Hook]
Back to the brans
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas

[Verse 1: Slim 400]
Bruisin’ in my rag top on D’s
Hitter on the front got the pistol on scrape
Whirl in the back and he rolling up a grape
Bout to hit the Shaw so we can knock us a B
Had to flash on a nigga then he skirted out
That’s that L.A. shit, you know I’m talking about
Nigga I’m a rep where I’m from, ain’t not bitching out
Make ’em lean like a cholo when this gun is out
My real vatos with the biz, I’m at they family’s house
Sippin’ on coronas on they couch when I’m thuggin’ out
Slim fo’ got hella clout, so what’s this you talkin’ bout?
It really mean nothing when I’m all they talk about
I really get dough and that’s something you’re not about
And me being broke that is something I won’t allow, aye
Times get hard, got the world in my hands
European wheels headed back to the brans

[Hook]
Back to the brans
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas

[Verse 2: YG]
I’m bruisin’ down the brans in a benz
Just left the block I’m tryna make it to the 1-10
Red lights I don’t fuck with them
Never wanna be a victim of a "Oh that’s him"
Them yellow lights I zoom past them
Cause if I stop they got time to assume that’s him
Them green lights, that mean everything a go
These hoes go, this money go like bullets out this .44
Summertime in Cali got it made so you strap it up
(ay ay bitch where you goin’, hop in the car)
These niggas be stealing my appeal, I be mad as fuck
This swag I got is contagious
That’s why I don’t shake hands I dap it up
I ran to the block when they was trying to save me
My plan worked, I’m a million dollar baby
But fuck it, I’m bout to put the benz on D’s
And you know I ain’t lying when I put it on beats

[Hook]
Back to the brans
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas

[Verse 3: Sad Boy Loko]
Bruisin’ down the street in my six o
Sippin’ on a michelada while my henny gets cold
You should know when I roll, G I’m up to something
Windows down system low, I ain’t tryna bump it
Turn right cause a left might make you wait
On these streets it don’t pause everyone’s out to play
No rewind if you die, so I’m going fast forward
I was young bruisin’ street looking over both shoulders
Nothing changed still bruise at the same block
Yes I paid for my rims, no they ain’t hot
Driving in the ghetto, the streets I was raised in
Smoking getting high, like a goddamn Jamaican
3 girls side to side I could even pancake it
Leave holes in your face looking like Jason
Sippin’ on my henny I can’t even chase it
Ever try and wonder I will demonstrate it
Shit

Mango Foo – Levels

[Chorus]
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
Gold chains, heavy metal
Bitches dig me like a shovel
I never been to Coachella
But my trap look like a rave
And my neck look like a slave
I been gettin’ money, I’m straight
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
I never been to Coachella

[Verse]
I never been to Coachella
But my trap look like a rave
I been getttin’ money, I’m paid
I got chains on me, no slave
Big rocks in the bezel
Young nigga get on my level
Scrape the pot for the extras
Trap laboratory, no Dexter
Do a drive-by in a Tesla
Ballin’ like I’m Clyde Drexler
Get my codeine from the medical
I would never put a bitch on a pedestal
These bitches be feelin’ me
You can’t imagine what I’m finna be
You can’t imagine what I’m finna do
I’m blowing up like an inner tube
All of my niggas is riders
We locked in, can’t divide us
These bitches lost tryna find us
Spread the money like a sinus
Bando he trappin’ in the back
Dealin’ hand in hand, no pitty pat
If we run off on you, you can’t get it back
We might run up on you with the mini MAC
She put the dope in her kitty-cat
I keep the Glock in the front seat
Fuck 12 so I’m serving on front street
All of these niggas is lunch meat
How you go big on big?
Meek Mill, I done leveled up
Old rappers need to give it up
No Milwaukee, I got plenty bucks
We know your bag ain’t big enough
You niggas’ face card outdated
Still rappin’ but you ain’t made it
Havin’ debt but you ain’t paid it
I got the streets behind me
All of my niggas is gon’ eat
I got some real diamonds on me
I really came from the concrete

[Chorus]
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
Gold chains, heavy metal
Bitches dig me like a shovel
I never been to Coachella
But my trap look like a rave
And my neck look like a slave
I been gettin’ money, I’m straight
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
I never been to Coachella

Kranium – Can’t Believe (feat. Ty Dolla $Ign & Wizkid)

[Intro: Kranium]
Oh God, yeah, mmm

[Verse 1: Kranium]
When me touch down, bend or bruk down
In the late night, me and her locked up
Shift her dress to the side ride the shotgun, mmm
Inna me dark glass, cut off shorts , clarks well clean
Touch the road with the bloodclat team
See a gyal deh pon a corner a cry and a scream
You know seh di boss haffi intervene
She said, her man nah gi her di time
So of course, you know seh, me go gi her the whine
Now she seh how me is a one of a kind
And that’s how she became mine, man seet deh

[Chorus: Kranium]
Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
Take him girl away from me, oh God
Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
Take him girl away from me, oh God

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
She want a rich nigga, not a broke one
She a boss too, she get her own money
Slim thicky with her booty and she know a nigga love that shit
I love that shit
She got a man, oh well, I’m like so what?
What that nigga got to do with us?
So we lost in the moment
And I’m deep in your ocean
I bet he can’t believe that

[Chorus: Kranium]
Him can’t believe I, can’t believe I
Take him girl away from me, oh God
Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
Take him girl away from me, oh God

[Verse 3: Kranium]
Know the whole place a talk bout
The yute from New York, that give her the sparks
Inna me straight jeans pants and me wallabee clarks
The boy say how me no inna him the class
True, him a give her all of the money in the world
Never know seh he woulda lose him girl to a regular yute
But I give her all the time and plus she say me well cute
Man seet deh

[Chorus: Kranium]
Him can’t believe I, can’t believe I
Take him girl away from me, oh God
Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
Take him girl away from me, oh God

[Verse 4: WizKid]
Your gyal come give me likkle whine so
Give me likkle whine so
Give me whine so
Give me whine so, give me whine so
My gyal come give me likkle whine so
Give me likkle whine so
Give me whine so
Show me love, gyal, free your mind
Give a likkle whine and I’ma make you mine
Yup, pretty gyal, I make you mine
I know you didn’t come alone, that’s why you really shy
Baby girl, come free your mind
Man you love to keep, I wanna hold you tight
Baby girl, I hold you tight
I wanna squeeze, wanna tease, wanna please, wanna please
Baby girl, I want it one more time, yup

[Chorus: Kranium]
Him can’t believe I, can’t believe I
Take him girl away from me, oh God
Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
Take him girl away from me, oh God

joji – Rain On Me

[Intro]
Oooh, Oooh
Aaah, Aaah

Don’t rain on me
Don’t rain on me

[Verse 1]
Why you gotta act so nice
This ain’t televised
This ain’t televised
This ain’t televised
Movin’ at the speed of light
And I’m terrified
Yeah I’m terrified
So please for the love of God
Don’t drench me

[Chorus]
Me
Don’t rain on me
(Don’t rain on me, don’t rain on me)
Don’t rain on me
Don’t rain on me
Don’t rain on me
Don’t rain

[Outro]
Woo, ????? love
Woo, Just can’t get enough
Ooh, Ooh

G-Eazy – Special Love (feat. Dakari) (Lyric Video)

[Refrain: Dakari]
Don’t let me, don’t let me go
‘Cause I need your special love

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Uh
And when it’s real, it never fade away
And stay on hold like it’s layaway
Everyday our status isn’t healthy, it’s just day to day
I wonder, do we make each other better or do we take away?
Yeah, now every time we fight you always cry and get your scream on
You ask me if I need someone to love or just to lean on
The pressure is intense when you tryna be a phenom
I’m carrying my dreams out to infinity and beyond
Just hash it on my chest, told Dichi "Put a beat on"
This other shit between us, I’m not even tryna speak on
I know you said if I fuck up again then you would be gone
Not tryna be that person I just run over and cheat on
And when this shit gets too real, why every time I run?
And why I always drink too much? And what I’m tryna hide from?
I really need some peace of mind, like, I’m just tryna find some
And I’m just tryna keep you here regardless of the outcome
(You Know)

[Refrain: Dakari]
Don’t let me, don’t let me go (yeah)
‘Cause I need your special love (uh)
Don’t let me, don’t let me go (yeah, uh)
‘Cause I need that special love

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Uh
I’m callin’ out, so if you hear me, this from me to you
‘Cause I been restless all these nights I ain’t been sleepin’ through
Broken promises that I’ll be what you need me to
Easier to say that shit than actually see it through
Describing a person I could probably never be for you
So then I’m contradicting it with all the shit you see me do
But don’t believe all of the rumors they be feeding you
You always tell me I’m just tryna have my cake and eat it too
It’s probably true, then that’s what you’re supposed to do
But cake, I swear to God I never got that shit
I know you hate to party, know you want me off that shit
Un-followed you on IG but I can’t lie, I still watch that shit (yeah)
You got a new guy, you thinkin’ you got me shook (got me shook)
Try make me jealous, regretting the loss I took (loss I took)
I hope you find him, I’m hopeful, don’t be mistook (yeah)
But Hollywood is a hell of a place to look
You know

[Refrain: Dakari]
Don’t let me, don’t let me go (yeah)
‘Cause I need your special love (uh)
Don’t let me, don’t let me go (yeah, uh)
‘Cause I need that special love

Derek Wise – Jamal

My nickname they call me Jamal (call me Jamal)
Verse: 1
I wash the drugs with the strainer
I fucked your bitch so don’t blame her No I don’t sell to no strangers
Shoot up the club for my paper
I got her off of the gram
Fucked me then blessed all my mans Now she dose off of the xans
That means there’s no time for the plans
No I don’t shop in the mall
Two numbers I’m taken them calls That 8ball is stash in my balls
My nickname they call me Jamal
Hook:
Yea uh. My nickname they call me Jamal (call me Jamal) x2
Verse 2:
She learned it last night in the stall She deep throating all of the glam I know that this bitch is a fan
Who told you I was the man
I met me a plug in Seattle
The feedback is lit like a candle Had to take over the city
I dip in the bag for a sample
Most of these niggas like Randall Most of these bitches like scandal I give them my nickname to call My nickname they call me Jamal
Hook:
Yea uh. My nickname they call me Jamal (call me Jamal) x2
Verse 3:
Smoking that gas in rotation
Me and the friend that she came with They don’t like fuckin wit nameless
Love when a nigga live dangerous Love when a come up ain’t painless
I don’t just lay up and chill
Neck look like slaves in in a field
That shit on my waist
Get appealed
Yeah they tried tapping my line
I switched for the 30th time
The feds wish a nigga would fall my nickname they call me Jamal
Hook:
Yea uh. My nickname they call me Jamal (call me Jamal)

Cardi B – Bodak Yellow (On Wendy) (Live)

[Hook]
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get them both
I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick cut a nigga off
So don’t get comfortable
Look, I don’t dance now
I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak
That means I don’t fuck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves

[Verse 1]
Now she say she gon’ do what to who?
Let’s find out and see, Cardi B
You know where I’m at
You know where I be
You in the club just to party
I’m there, I get paid a fee
I be in and out them banks so much
I know they’re tired of me
Honestly, don’t give a fuck
‘Bout who ain’t fond of me
Dropped two mixtapes in six months
What bitch working as hard as me?
I don’t bother with these hoes
Don’t let these hoes bother me
They see pictures, they say goals
Bitch, I’m who they tryna be
Look, I might just chill in some BAPE
I might just chill with your boo
I might just feel on your babe
My pussy feel like a lake
He wanna swim with his face
I’m like okay
I’ll let him did what he want
He buy me Yves Saint Laurent
And the new whip
When I go fast as a horse
I got the trunk in the front
I’m the hottest in the street
Know you prolly heard of me
Got a bag and fixed my teeth
Hope you hoes know it ain’t cheap
And I pay my mama bills
I ain’t got no time to chill
Think these hoes be mad at me
Their baby father want a feel

[Hook]
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get them both
I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick cut a nigga off
So don’t get comfortable
Look, I don’t dance now
I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak
That means I don’t fuck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves

[Verse 2]
If you a pussy you get popped
You a groupie, you a opp
Bet you come around my way
You can’t hang around my block
And I just checked my accounts
Turns out, I’m rich, I’m rich, I’m rich
I put my hand above my hip
I bet you dip, he dip, she dip
I say I get the money and go
This shit is hot like a stove
My pussy glitter as gold
Tell that li’l bitch play her role
I just a-rove in a Rolls
I just came up in a Wraith
I need to fill up the tank
No, I need to fill up the safe
I need to let all these hoes know
That none of their niggas is safe
I go to dinner and steak
Only the real can relate
I used to live in the P’s
Now it’s a crib with a gate
Roly got charms, look like frosted flakes
I had to let these bitches know
Just in case these hoes forgot
I just run and check the mail
Another check from Mona Scott

[Hook]
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get them both
I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick cut a nigga off
So don’t get comfortable
Look, I don’t dance now
I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak
That means I don’t fuck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves

Blake Shelton – Doing It To Country Songs (Animated)

My alarm clock is a radio
95.5 gets me ready to go
I’m heading to my job, drinking coffee strong
And I’m doing it to country songs
Around oh, 5:30 my buddies and I
Hit the watering hole ’cause our whistles are dry
Drinking beer, shooting pool, man you can’t go wrong
Doing it to country songs
I like doing it to country songs
I like doing it to country songs
Doing it to country songs
Doing it to country songs
Well I call up my baby, she says come pick me up
I take her out dancing in my pickup truck
We rub them belt buckles ’til they shine like chrome
Doing it to country songs
She likes doing it to country songs
She likes doing it to country songs
Doing it to country songs
Doing it to country songs
Yup
Haha, son, that’s doing it right there man
Yeah we like doing it to country songs
We like doing it to country songs
Doing it to country songs
Doing it to country songs
Everybody, doing it to country songs
We like doing it to country songs
Doing it to country songs
Doing it to country songs
Doing it to country songs
(Oh, man I love doing it)
We like doing it to country songs
(To country songs)
Doing it to country songs
Doing it to country songs
(Let me show you how to do it)
Doing it to country songs
We like doing it to country songs (I love)
Doing it to country songs
Doing it to country songs
Yeah, woo
(That was great)

K. Forest – Two Twos

[Intro]
Keep you by my side baby
Side, I gotta keep you by my side
[Chorus]
I got you there on my two
I got you there on my two
Gotta stay right on my two
Gotta stay right on my two
And watch for [?]
And keep you by my side
I got you there on my two
I got you there on my two
Gotta stay right on my two
Gotta stay right on my two
And watch for [?]
And keep you by my side

[Verse 1]
Girl I’m not holy (no, no)
I see what I want and I’m focused (baby)
I try to stay holy
But its so hard when you wearing the [?]
Girl come ride this pony (yeah yeah)
I’m genuine
I mean I’m genuine
What a gentleman
Think I have been
I let you situate, then settle in
Girl, I got the sauce
I’m chefing, I’m whipping, I cook up the classico
Girl I’m [?]
So close all the windows and keep in the antidote
I only side with the real
I’m not distant but i need to keep my distance
Cause i caught a feel
I don’t need feelings with [?]
I’m very selective
Maybe over protective
Only you, you get my perspective
And i keep it closed
So my enemies are never effective

[Bridge]
I got you there on my two
Gotta stay right on my two
Watch for [?]
Keep you by my side (on my side)
[Verse 2]
On my side baby they better respect us
Off the radar girl I know they can’t detect us
We’ve been running for so long they can not catch us
Only thing thats hanging ’round is my necklace
All my team [?]
Don’t draw attention, keep it cool don’t make it hot yeah
Je parle you say I’m cautious, who I’m with yeah
Like the nicks yeah I’m tryna’ win some chips yeah
And keep you by my side
Count up [?]
I’ve always needed a [?]
With a little bit of paper
With a little bit of flavour
I’m not afraid to be dangerous
I skrrt skrrt on that pavement
And run ’em down for that payment
Before they go [?]
I’m not here for no runarounds, my energy I gotta save it
Thats why I keep you close
So they won’t get one up on me
[Chorus]
I got you there on my two
I got you there on my two (on my two)
Gotta stay right on my two
Gotta stay right on my two
And watch for [?]
And keep you by my side (on my two)
I got you there on my two
I got you there on my two
Gotta stay right on my two
Gotta stay right on my two
And watch for [?]
And keep you by my side