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DREAMCAR – Kill For Candy

I didn’t leave a thing behind
But you can’t say I didn’t try

I didn’t take a thing with me
But please don’t say you’re left displeased

Miss, you misunderstand me
Me, I kill for candy

I’d left before you said goodbye
What’s left to say beyond a lie?

What’s on our tongues
Is less discreet
Before it dissolves
It’s oh so sweet

Miss, you misunderstand me
Me, I kill for candy

Let it dissolve on your tongue
Let me dissolve on your tongue

Miss, you misunderstand me
Me, I kill for candy

Migos – Get Right Witcha

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)

Yeah, coupe is robotic, I ain’t touchin’ (nah, skrt)
Lookin’ at your hoe because she bustin’ (ye, woo)
Ridin’ in the coupe with the wings (brrt)
Going to Thailand with them chinks (chinks)
Percocet party, servin’ fiends (perky!)
Swear to god my plug was Vietnamese (brrt brrt brrt)
Taliban, my drugs, wrap ’em please (Taliban)
Servin’ all day, my gas on E (let’s go)
Thirty hollow tips in extendo (bow, thirty)
Shadows keep wavin’ by my window (woo, shadows)
Thankin’ God he saved my life from kick doors (god!)
Still sippin’ oil, Migos Citgo (drank, gone)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Offset!
In the kitchen with a lot of white (white)
I done fucked a lot of niggas’ wife (smash)
Make a milli, then I make it twice (M’s)
Bought that Wraith and had the ceiling light (Wraith)
I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh)
Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh)
Used to ask what the lick was like (where?)
Now I’m askin’ what the Lear look like (huh?)
Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh)
Smokin’ cookie yeah that’s dynamite (cookie, woo)
Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini)
All these diamonds yeah they white on white (white)
Takin’ chances, had to roll the dice (aye)
Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt)
Born with it, count a hundred thousand start snowin’ with it (hundred)
Go and get it, thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah)
Bitch I’m a dog from menace (urr)
You trappin’ hard for pennies (go)
Hop in the frog, it’s tinted (skrrt)
Askin’ the lord, forgive me (hey)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Pop me a missile (aye)
Take me a picture (flash)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Lit like Christmas (like Christmas)
White like tissue (white)
Drank too official (drank)
Cut like scissors (cut)
Boy got wisdom (wisdom)
Fuckin’ on vixens (smash)
Hoe game itchin’ (itch)
Fuckin’ with the wrong one, trippin’
Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt)
Hundred round drum, listen
Fuck around and end up missin’ (brrt)
Get ’em knocked off for a ticket
Have my young nigga do the sentence
Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy
Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope)
Rockstar livin’ life, Lennon
You can do better, never settle
Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail them
Which way? dat way, tell ’em, aye

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Lil Durk – Young Niggas (feat. Meek Mill)

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Meek, what up bro?
L

[Verse 1: Meek Mill & Lil Durk]
Niggas sellin’ re-rock
I can hear the Federales tryna eavesdrop
A 100 bands in the sneak box
I make a bad bitch turn into a freak thot
Lately I’ve been rollin’ out in Cali with my nigga YG and he a treetop (he a treetop yeah)
On my way to link up at Chicago with my nigga Durk and get the 30 threeshot (get the 30 threeshot yeah)

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round my city
That boss talk, that dog talk, my young niggas so with it
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits
‘Cause I do it for the young niggas
I’m gettin’ money with my young niggas
I’m toting guns with my young niggas
And I told ’em I’m the one nigga

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
My young niggas they so with it
Big bag they go get it
Get the drop, that’s game time
Get rolled on, you don’t roll with us
I don’t know niggas, I don’t owe niggas
Don’t talk money, I choke niggas
Don’t talk work ’cause I live that
You talk work, get kidnapped like Ye’
We ain’t got no love for that other side, no way
Young niggas a sweep your whole mother side with that K
30 shots on 30 shots, we run up on you broad day
Lawyer money on lawyer money, my young niggas okay
Ay, in the clip goin’ A
Extendos in my bape
Stars all on my roof
Hit the hood in that Wraith
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round in my city
Got that 30 round, 30 round and that semi yeah

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round my city
That boss talk, that dog talk, my young niggas so with it
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits
‘Cause I do it for the young niggas
I’m gettin’ money with my young niggas
I’m toting guns with my young niggas
And I told ’em I’m the one nigga

[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
Free 9, shoot niggas on free time
Pussy niggas better rewind
Back it up don’t say it again
Gang shit, we play to win
Play for keeps, Ikey hoppin’ up out the jeep
You ain’t knock him up out the sheets
Maybach sittin’ behind the sheet yeah
Niggas I’ve up been in the Chi kill for me yeah
Niggas under Larry Hoover still love me yeah
A couple drug lovers I call ’em pills baby
‘Cause you got a gun bitch you still scary
Ain’t win yet, don’t put me in that jam nigga
Ain’t sayin’ shit, my young niggas go ham nigga
K round stick, and we on whoever wherever anybody can get it, I’m with it yeah yeah

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round my city
That boss talk, that dog talk, my young niggas so with it
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits
‘Cause I do it for the young niggas
I’m gettin’ money with my young niggas
I’m toting guns with my young niggas
And I told ’em I’m the one nigga

Twelve’len – Natural High

[Chorus]
If you would, I know you could
Only if you put your pride aside
And catch a Natural High, not afraid of height
Open up (yeah) Open up
I’ve been waitin’ for this elevator
To elevate me, sittin’ patient for this elevator
{This elevator, I’ve been waitin’ on this elevator} X2
This elevator, just me and you

[Verse One: Twelve’len]
See I’ve waited, yeah I’ve been waitin’, I’m impatient
Contemplating, sittin’ patient, waitin’ on my elevator
Open up waitin’ hit me rough
Sometimes it get tough but
Then I’m sayin’, you must be patient
Be patient on your elevator, to come and take you
Your problems, don’t you let em’ break you
You gotta shake it, down lord
Don’t be mistaken, yeah we gon’ make it
The stars our’s, its no wishin’
Because we is it (yeah)

[Bridge: Twelve’len]
I’ve been here callin’ n’ buzzin’
For you to send that blessing on down
Bring me to your upper room (yeah)
Been in this same place for some time now
A whole bunch of floors to get to me, so I can get it to you

[Chorus]
If you would, I know you could
Only if you put your pride aside
And catch a Natural High, not afraid of height
Open up (yeah) Open up
I’ve been waitin’ for this elevator
To elevate me, sittin’ patient for this elevator
{This elevator, I’ve been waitin’ on this elevator} X2
This elevator, just me and you

[Verse Two: Twelve’len]
Don’t you wait
Don’t you stay
Don’t you go
Don’t you run
Don’t you play
Don’t you leave
Don’t you waste my fucking time
See put your pride aside
Wait a little bit more
Be patient on this floor
Or you can take the steps but you know it’s coming

[Bridge: Twelve’len]
We’ve been here callin’ n’ buzzin’
For you to send that blessing on down
Bring me to your upper room (yeah)
Been in this same place for some time now
A whole bunch of floors to get to me, So I can get it to you

[Chorus]
If you would, I know you could
Only if you put your pride aside
And catch a Natural High, not afraid of height
Open up (yeah) Open up
I’ve been waitin’ for this elevator
To elevate me, sittin’ patient for this elevator
{This elevator, I’ve been waitin’ on this elevator} X2
This elevator, just me and you

Russ – Exposed

[Intro]
Yeah, I feel like I’m the only one
Feel like I’m the only one

[Verse 1]
Y’all gon have to do better
I can’t believe what I’m seeing
All this bullshit going on
The industry is deceiving
All the masses
Pitching rappers as these independent grinds
Meanwhile there’s been a label right behind them the whole time
Fake shit call it out
You were plugged before your first song
I was puttin in work
You were getting worked on
Yo fans are fickle
Cuz your come up is a mystery
My fans gon stick with me
Cuz me and them got history
Longer than 2 songs
You don’t know how to build
You tried to start at the roof ah
You won’t be here for too long
I don’t fuck with crews unless you’re the one who put the crew on
The rest of y’all got buzz because he put you on a few songs
Ooo umm did that strike a nerve
If the shoe fits then wear it
Either way I know the truth imma share it
See these rappers sign deals
Labels know what they’re doing
They tell the rapper don’t announce it
So the people keep rooting

[Hook]
Try to keep me on the hush but i do not give a fuck
This is Russ uncut ill expose you
You ain’t really seen shit just wait till im on
Then its on gotta lot i gotta show you
Why you gotta lie
I’ll bring it to the light
Gotta expose fake shit
I put in too much time

[Verse 2]
I’m comin thru exposing fake shit
God can’t save you
Youre a boss?
You gotta boss
And that boss rapes you
Barely pays you
But you cool with it
You’re a soldier unaware that you’re a lieutenant
I gotta gripe with the media
All of y’all are wanna be’s
Producers and rappers
Down for sodomy
Dick taking
Cuz the industry tells you to
It’s fucked up I had a standard that I held you to
I’ll name names if you provoke me
So shut your fucking mouth
My platform is way bigger
Than the ones that turned me down
Bunch of grown men and women
Talkin bout grown men and women for a livin
Man you gotta be kidding
Call me bitter
Call me jealous
Call me this
Call me that
This is 10 years grinding what the fuck you call that
Made the beats wrote the songs sang the hooks
And I mixed it
Everybody’s gotta switch and y’all just flipped it

[Hook]
Try to keep me on the hush but i do not give a fuck
This is Russ uncut ill expose you
You ain’t really seen shit just wait till im on
Then its on gotta lot i gotta show you
Why you gotta lie
I’ll bring it to the light
Gotta expose fake shit
I put in too much time

[Verse 3]
You’re an industry artist
I’m an artist in the industry
Me myself and I that’s the holy fucking trinity
I partnered with Columbia
Partnered is the key word
We split the profits 50/50
Better do your research
Came in with my own fanbase
Sold out tours around the world before the handshakes
You see I play the game well
You let the game play you
You don’t know your own power
You think the label saved you
Now subconsciously you owe them
You’re submissive with your actions
Then you flop flop flop
And you wonder what happened
Couple things
You dropped one song and signed a deal
You have less than 10 songs out
You’re not real
So the song became bigger than the artist
People know the song but they don’t know the artist
Not enough songs to become their favorite artist
Not enough songs to be a headline artist
I could do a week long set if I performed my whole catalogue
Every single song the crowds sing and rap along
Fuck a summer I’m a decade rapper
You’re here now I’ll be here a decade after
I put out 11 albums
Produced by Russ
Mixed mastered engineered written by Russ
I put out 11 albums
Produced by Russ
Mixed mastered engineered written by Russ

[Hook]
Try to keep me on the hush but i do not give a fuck
This is Russ uncut ill expose you
You ain’t really seen shit just wait till im on
Then its on gotta lot i gotta show you
Why you gotta lie
I’ll bring it to the light
Gotta expose fake shit
I put in too much time

Jandro – Play Too Much

[Intro]
It’s Gucci 1017 zone CEO
Hand to hand

[Hook]
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much

[Verse 1]
Got my girl trippin’ sayin’ I’m cookin’ yay too much
Count so much paper I’m gettin’ paper cuts
And the watch around my wrist cost a mercedes truck
Standin’ on stage I smoke like eighty blunts
Two hundred fifty thousand just to tell the time
I paid that bitch a stack so I could jump the line
Gave the waitress three hundred just to pour the shots
Picture perfect how I hold the pot (skrt)
You niggas couldn’t beat me on your best day
Drop a kilo on your head make your neck break (dang)
I sent 500 pounds up top where the Jets play
I count five hundred thousand down here where the Braves stay

[Hook]
Eatin’ M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
Eatin’ M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much

[Verse 2]
Shawty got a nice face, take her to a nice place
Brand new ‘rari watch me park it in a tight space
Engine in my backpack, pussy nigga back back
Pullin’ up in what’s that, that’ll get you laughed at
Call me billy bathgate eating crab cake
No this not a math test but I got stacks bae
Guess its just my gangster demeanor
Keep me just gettin’ subpeona
Tryna fuck Venus and Serena, Rebok, Nina, [?]
Accurate I’m immaculate
I’m a bachelor, you an average bitch, doin’ average shit
I can’t stand a bitch [?]
My click is thick I’m nigga rich
Yo swag stink like a sack of shit
I’m the president, it’s evident
Bricks and pounds all in my residence

[Hook]
Eatin’ M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
Eatin’ M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much

Feist – Century

I find my feelings
And guide them away
Could’ve been easier
Like a cunt in a daze

Objection
Your marriage
Lighting the stage
I wanted feelings
Think [?] my own way

Then wrote that letter
That had nothing to say
Still got your vision
Like a kingdom of days
Oh, lonely, or not lonely
Century away
Still that vision
As if help’s on its way

Someone who will lead you to someone
Who will lead you to someone
Who will lead you to the one
At the end of the century

The air is clearer
A decade away
Singing to a [?]
That was empty all along
Oh, lonely, you’re [?]
She wanted feeling
But got in her own way

Someone who will lead you to someone
Who will lead you to someone
Who will lead you to the one
At the end of the century

Someone who will lead you to someone
Who will lead you to someone
Who will lead you to the one
At the end of the century

Someone who will lead you to someone
Who will lead you to someone
Who will lead you to the one
At the end of the century

[Jarvis Cocker]
A century
How long is that?
Three billion one hundred and fifty five million
Nine hundred and seventy three thousand six hundred seconds
Eight hundred and seventy six million hours
Or thirty six thousand five hundred days
Almost as long as one of those endless dark nights of the soul
Those nights never end
When you believe you’ll never see the sun rise again
And a single second feels like a century

A century
A century
A century
A century
A century
A century
A century
A century
A century

Evidence – Throw It All Away

[Chorus]
I got some money I’m a blow it all today
They say Michael don’t throw it all away
And my reply was there’s more on the way
When I said it I was walking in the rain

[Verse 1]
I did a show in Chicago on the first
Now I’m back in LA like Chicago and First
No sun but I’ll father this verse
That’s all I’m probably worth
And I’m from sunny CA to rain on all of this earth
Rainy terrain, receive the God sent messages
We know the answer, but dance around what the question is
What is it
It’s back to who’s on first
It’s my dog
It’s his tail
It’s the chase
It’s the search
It’s the ignorance that causes all the bliss in my surroundings
Cause dealing with reality’s like drawing out your boundaries
And I refuse to be referred as less than a creative so catch me when I’m live in town as I’ve been demonstrating
That I could find my greatness in the waking of my absence
And absolutely kill it when they’re dealing out these bad hands
A player plays what a player’s dealt
And carries baggage like conveyor belts
And never fucking saves his wealth

[Chorus]
I got some money I’m gonna blow it all today
They say Michael don’t throw it all away
And my reply is there’s more on the way
When I said it I was walking in the rain

[Verse 2]
I write to Alchemist cause others don’t inspire me
I got my people and they got my back entirely
I kill with Iriscience on the side of me
And by myself I lay em’ out and iron out the irony
What a long winding road it’s been
With no sign of slowing up around its turns and bends
How many have friends that ain’t foes within
Dirty laundry in the wash, but them clothes don’t spin
I mean really, I kill two birds with one bullet
The target’s when I line it up, the triggers when I pull it
Out the gate a bit late, but the champ is back
I need a third hand to wear my rings and hold plaques
I hit the track like the runners new
Hands high like a stickup Killer Michael running jewels
It’s true, the eyes slanted, my fam rock the planet
Don’t take fans for granted like the money is due

[Chorus]
I got some money I’m a blow it all today
They say Michael don’t throw it all away
And my reply was there’s more on the way
When I said it I was walking in the rain

I got some money I’m a blow it all today
They say Michael don’t throw it all away
And my reply was there’s more on the way
When I said it I was walking in the rain

Don Q – Chosen One

[Intro]
It’s all about what you chasing at the end of the day
You chasing a legacy or you chasing the charts
So that’s how you gotta look at it right there, I’m chasing a legacy

[Chorus]
They call me the chosen one
You know I’m the chosen one
I got the gift I was chosen
Look at my bitch I’m the chosen one
Yeah, you know I’m the chosen one
Yeah, they call me the chosen one
Look at the whip that I drove in
Yeah bitch you know I’m the chosen one

[Verse 1]
I had to make an announcement
These niggas they ain’t really bout it
We weigh it and count it
Scale it then break it and ounce it and serve with the straight out-of-towners
I was the one with the pack, I was stuck in the trap
And I found my way in the mountains
Ordered the piece told ’em make it and drown it
Flood it and make sure my name is around it (Yeah)
Fuck all that lame shit
We sneakin’ in work on the plane trip
Look at the whip that I came with
My doors is doing the crane kick
Keep on sending threats on sight
Nigga trust me you getting checked on sight
I can never have a bored night
My camera roll look like a porn site
Feel creepin’ and I’m still meeting with the plug he told me the soft price
When We meet up I cut off the porch lights, I stash it right by the exhaust pipes
When it’s ringin it’s making me more hype
Tried chasing me out of the store twice
Security playing the door tight
I was in and out it by the fourth swipe

[Chorus]
You know I’m the chosen one
They call me the chosen one
I got the gift I was chosen
Look at my bitch I’m the chosen one
Yeah, they call me the chosen one
Yeah, you know I’m the chosen one
Look at the whip that I drove in
Yeah bitch they calling me the chosen one

[Verse 2]
Where I’m from it’s either eat or starve
I never had me a legal job
They don’t believe that we beat the odds
Had to rush in the spot before they freeze the card
I made em’ believers (Yeah)
They gave me a shot to suit up and lace up my sneakers
Remember they told me to wait on the bleachers
Now I walk in and I shake the arena
Telling stories like they heard he wanted
Talking like they got a searchin’ warrant
But the opps lurking so we buying burners
We don’t care if them bitches got murders on it
New chain I spent about thirty on it
You try it your head got a birdie on it
I’m feelin’ like B.I.G so I got the suburban
I told em’ just go put the curtains on it
All I know is get the money nigga
I’m shmurda dancing to them hundreds nigga
Every verse is like a bundle nigga
I can’t see you my vision on tunnel nigga
When the white on the cake that’s a funnel nigga
Your foot right out of place in the jungle nigga
I cannot take being humble nigga
I will not let the empire crumble nigga
Remember back when it was dark days
It was block lines for that hard yey’
That was all that we knew to keep the squad paid
But the jealousy made niggas part ways
I block em with Louis Vuitton shades
Now I got groupies my mom’s age
Look at the lights when the arm wave
She losing her bra when the roof on the car raise

[Bridge]
(She gettin’ fucked when the roof on the car raise)
(She sucking that dick when the roof on the car raise)

[Chorus]
You know I’m the chosen one
They call me the chosen one
I got the gift I was chosen
Look at my bitch I’m the chosen one
Yeah, they call me the chosen one
Yeah, you know I’m the chosen one
Look at the whip that I drove in
Yeah bitch they calling me the chosen one

[Outro]
Keep on sending threats on sight
Nigga trust me you getting checked on sight
Look at the lights when the arm wave
She gettin’ fucked when the roof on the car raise

Chairlift – Polymorphing

[Chorus]
There’s something better than what you’re asking for
Kid, kid, tonight
Something better than what you’re asking for
Kid, kid, tonight
Something better than what you’re asking for
Kid, kid, tonight
Something better than what you’re asking for
Kid, kid, kid, kid

[Verse 1]
I could not be more forgiving
Cutting Lucy, fancy living
Sticky-shifting, polymorphing
Sound the guns when we’re together
Shake a rainstick at the weather
Take the day off, I surrender

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh darling
If this heart was a card would you deal it?
If this life was a pulse would you feel it?
If this love was a wound would you heal it?
(Or just make it better)

[Chorus]
There’s something better than what you’re asking for
Kid, kid, tonight
Something better than what you’re asking for
Kid, kid, tonight
Something better than what you’re asking for
Kid, kid, tonight
Something better than what you’re asking for
Kid, kid, kid, kid

[Verse 2]
Fill ‘er up with serotonin
Pyrotechnic, oxytocin
I’m overdosing, polymorphing
Innocence within a warzone
Undercover, in the ozone
Bungee jumping on the upswing

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh darling
If this heart was a card would you deal it?
If this life was a pulse would you feel it?
If this love was a wound would you heal it?

[Chorus]
There’s something better than what you’re
Something better than what you’re
Better than, better than, night
Kid, kid, kid, kid
There’s something better than what you’re
Something better than what you’re
Better than, better than, night
Kid, kid, kid, kid

[Bridge]
Hi, hi!
Polymorphing

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh darling
If this heart was a card would you deal it?
If this life was a pulse would you feel it?
If this love was a wound would you heal it?
Oh just make it better or something

[Chorus]
There’s something better than what you’re
I do better than what you’re
I do better than what you’re
There’s something better than what you’re
I do better than what you’re
Night
There’s something better than what you’re
I do better than what you’re
Night
Kid, kid, kid, kid

[Outro]
I’m polymorphing
(Everybody just calm the fuck down)
Hi! Hi! Polymorphing
Polololololololololymorphing
Polymorphing
Hi, Ahh!
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight

Quentin Miller – Entry 86 (feat. CJ Francis IV)

[Intro: CJ Francis IV]
You recordin’? yeah, lit, lit
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: CJ Francis IV]
Time itself is not enough
But she swear thats all you want
But she swear thats all you want
Spendin’ only makes you front
Fallin’ on you in the club, right now in the club
Fallin’ on you in the club, right now in the club
Hold on
Spendin’ only makes you front
I pulled it up in the front
I ain’t even get the trunk, had to go without the trunk
Roofs still clear here, I just got the clear vision
Carti vision when I’m here, I just got back in it
New linen, new women

[Bridge: Quentin Miller]
New women, new women
Dates gettin’ too expensive, stays gettin’ too extended
I don’t know what to do with ’em, yeah
You really think you gotta future with me?

[Verse 2: Quentin Miller]
1317 the crew is with me, good news with me yeah
Demi Hughes is with me, yeah
I refuse to let these niggas play me out
Dropped my daughters to the house
The pack was hidden in the couch
Problems with me, air it out
But I don’t wanna hear about ’em
Cheated death, that was ’bout a year ago
They want that dope, here go that dope
Pick up that dope

[Verse 3: CJ Francis IV]
Its fresh out the stove
Its fresh out the stove, yeah, yeah
I’m fresh out the store
Its fresh for my hoe, Its all for my hoe, yeah
Why do I only like new money?
Maybe cause I cannot save it
Why do these niggas not do nothing?
Say that they busy but lazy
Saw some new shit and I copped it
One for me, one for my lady
Investing on her is a payment
Budget look like it can take it, yeah
That news logo nothing to play with it
[?] daily, send out a pack, I hope that it make it
Yeah, I hope that you make it
Time that you takin’ I think that you wastin’
Shit that you want, you’ll never get it
Hope that you get it
I just went got it, I just went got it

[Outro: Quentin Miller]
I just went got it, I just went got it
I don’t want problems, I just want profit
She said she want it, I’m finna buy it
The head was fire, the head was fire, head was fire
Yah, yah CJ ahead of his time
Q.M and CJ ahead of they time
When we dropping you pressin’ rewind
We ahead of your time
(hahaha, one three, one seven, man good news)

Trev Rich – Flex Sumn (Bonus) (To Make A Long Story Short Album)

(Woman)
Why you tired?
Fuck was you doin’ last night?

(Trev Rich)
Same shit I do every night…

(Bandcamp, bandcamp, bandcamp)

[Chorus]
Tell her flex sumn
Baby bust it like you know you got a check comin’
Where your phone ’cause you know you got a text comin’
And you might not get another one ’til next summer
Unless you flex, flex, flex, flex
Flex sumn
Baby bust it like you know you got a check comin’
Where your phone ’cause you know you got a text comin’
And you might not get another one ’til next summer
Unless you flex, flex, flex, flex

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I heard you dance, where you work and what they call you?
You don’t wanna say you got that fire ’cause they all do
We ain’t trippin’, nothin’ clumsy but the top we gon’ fall through
Knew I’d spend some money in this bitch soon as I saw you
If you work, work, work, work
Oh, you on yo’ navy now?
Everybody in my fuckin’ city say it’s crazy now
Radio gon’ even juke I heard they wanna play me now
You see all this money?
You won’t touch it if you lazy now
I brought a couple bands with me on respect
Seein’ if it’s true about what everybody said, yeah

[Chorus]
Flex sumn
Baby bust it like you know you got a check comin’
Where your phone ’cause you know you got a text comin’
And you might not get another one ’til next summer
Unless you flex, flex, flex, flex
Flex sumn
Baby bust it like you know you got a check comin’
Where your phone ’cause you know you got a text comin’
And you might not get another one ’til next summer
Unless you flex, flex, flex, flex

[Verse 2]
Bust it for them niggas with the check, baby
I mean, I know yo’ head crazy ’cause yo’ ex crazy
My nigga we ridin’ for the set you know the set crazy
Treat them niggas like you treat me ’cause they next, baby
Flex baby
Pussy poppin’ keep them niggas watchin’ fa sho
When they bring ’em in a band we call that dollars to go
I mean, they knew what we was ’bout soon as we walked in the door
I know my nigga might get to trippin’ but I’ll call you fa sho
‘Cause he done had way too many drinks with me
I mean I know it’s gettin’ late but you can’t leave with me
Unless you

[Chorus]
Flex sumn
Baby bust it like you know you got a check comin’
Where your phone ’cause you know you got a text comin’
And you might not get another one ’til next summer
Unless you flex, flex, flex, flex
Flex sumn
Baby bust it like you know you got a check comin’
Where your phone ’cause you know you got a text comin’
And you might not get another one ’til next summer
Unless you flex, flex, flex, flex

(Ooooh, gorilla boy got that heat)
(Bandcamp, bandcamp)

Temples – Certainty (Volcano Album)

I’ve got
I’ve got the picture and the detail
Outside
Under within the sights
We stand
We land upon the parallelogram
On the sand of another land
We appear and call

Tonight
The bridge is growing to the other side
On cue
Over beneath the sun
You land
On pebbles close to never neverland
In the the palms of another land
Reappear and recall

The waves are waving slowly
The sand is standing lightly
Ahhhhhhhhhhh

I wanna know that certainty is in my life
I wanna know that certainty is through the night
I wanna know that certainty is in my life
It’s a lonely island world we find

You’ve got
You’ve got the mixture and the thesis
In hand
Under beneath your stare
We tend
We mend the scenes of ever everland
On the sand of another land
We appear tall

The waves are waving slowly
The skiving sky is standing lightly
Now

I wanna know that certainty is in my life
I wanna know that certainty is through the night
I wanna know that certainty is in my life
It’s a lonely island world we find

Temples – All Join In (Volcano Album)

What’s inside, telling you to be that way?
Borderline, another chance to break away
Out of luck, temporarily unkind
Nevermind

All the same, future is a dying game
Are you sure? Evidently self-assured
Televised people always look the same
Realise, future is dying game

All join in; invite the world to come on in
And bring your friends who’ve got a lot to say
Someday soon there’ll be nothing left for you to laugh about
Are we having fun yet?

What’s inside telling you to be that way?
Wasting time, permanently yesterday
Out of luck, temporarily unkind
Nevermind

All join in; invite the world to come on in
And bring your friends who’ve got a lot to say
Someday soon there’ll be nothing left for you to laugh about
Are we having fun yet?

Temples – I Wanna Be Your Mirror (Volcano Album)

We despair in the depths of the future
In this neutral life we are used to
Many lives in the eyes of beholders
I always thought that you could see
When we see that the present is holding
We are laughter, nothing more to answer
From the depths of today we encounter
We shouldn’t care of what we see

Carry me back to the bridges of before
If yesterday pretended to be more
Like it was before

When we see that our years are aligning
Ever blinding fears are expiring
Far away at the edge of horizons
Like a shadow on the sea
When the bells ring aloud we awaken
With the mutual sound of devotion
Still we rise from the depths of emotion
Like a shadow in the sea

Carry me back to the bridges of before
If yesterday pretended to be more
Like it was before

Meant to be
Left in between
I wanna be your mirror
Endlessly
What will be
For those we see
You wanna be my mirror
Endlessly
Without reflection

Still we all glow dazzlingly wiser
All blind inside of a rumour
And the stars grow lighter with humour

Love is a conquest that we both desire
In knowing this we leave
From the passages before
A day will come when we can open the door
And we can live like the rich
But pretend to be poor

Meant to be
Left in between
I wanna be your mirror
Endlessly
What will be
For those we see
You wanna be my mirror
Endlessly

Temples – Oh The Saviour (Volcano Album)

Mr. Sound’s just like a fountain
Only goes where the rhythm takes him
Only goes where the sun don’t shine
On his own to her paradise

Mr. Sound falls like a mountain
Like a volcano erupting
On a boat on the molten lava

Standing up like wild impala
Standing down like a weekend martyr
Living life at the speed of light

Mr. Sound’s just like a fountain
Only goes where the rhythm takes him
Only goes where the sun don’t shine
On his own to her paradise

Mr. Sound falls like a mountain
Like a volcano erupting
On a boat on the molten lava

Standing up like wild impala
Standing down like a weekend martyr
Living life at the speed of light

Oh the saviour, the saviour, the saviour
For behaviour, behaviour, behaviour
When a shot of sleep isn’t slept
We appear that we have a little left in tune

Mystic man stands like a countess
Like a king dressed in a corset
On a carpet that’s red all over
He becomes just a little less sober

Here’s a plan for the distant future
You’re alive not like a computer in the future
Take the ship from the detox dandy

Have a taste from the open pantry
Remember when you were small, free entry
Living life at the speed of light

Oh the saviour, the saviour, the saviour
For behaviour, behaviour, behaviour
When a shot of sleep isn’t slept
We appear that we have a little left in tune

Everyone’s got everything wrong
Every man wants every woman
In a patchwork pent up story
We reflect and remind what words mean

In the night we open our ears
To the visual sound of the fear
Mr. Sound and the open diary

Take a look with your eyes closed open
Standing down like a weekend spokesman
Living life at the speed of light

Oh the saviour, the saviour, the saviour
For behaviour, behaviour, behaviour

Oh the saviour, the saviour, the saviour
For behaviour, behaviour, behaviour

Temples – Born Into The Sunset (Volcano Album)

I was born
I was thrown into the sunset
You were there
And a silent sleeping window array
I was tossed
Into walls of happy Sundays
By the pair
Memories fade into the weekend away

Every night
I will work until the sun’s up
In disguise
Of a silent sleeping window array
Carousel
Spin me around until I’m seasick
I was born
I was born into the sunset today
Sunset today

Be as it may
Don’t let anyone tell you
On and on it’s true
You sit on your chances and see
That the world doesn’t end at your feet

Be as it may
Only knowing is needing
On a open sea
You lay on the surface and breathe
And you feel the eruption of free

Arid eyes
Married eyes into the sunset
Mellow cries
Amplified until the sound’s red alert

I was drawn
In the webs of the surroundings
I was torn
I was born into the sunset today

Born of the night
Born of the night
Measuring miles
Everyone smiles

Be as it may
Don’t let anyone tell you
On and on it’s true
You sit on your chances and see
That the world doesn’t end at your feet

Be as it may
Only knowing is needing
On an open sea
You lay on the surface and breathe
And you feel the eruption of free

Temples – How Would You Like To Go? (Volcano Album)

How would you like to go?
How would you like to go?
How would you like to go?
Would you want to know?
Would you like to know?
Stay home and dry

Where would you like to stay?
Where would you like to stay?
Where would you like to stay?
Would you walk away?
Would you run away?
Stay home and dry
Home and dry

And all the strangers walk by
All the strangers passing by
The strangers walk by
All the strangers passing by

What would you like to know?
What would you like to know?
What would you like to know?
Where we’re bound to go?
Underground, you know
Stay home and dry
Home and dry

And all the strangers walk by
All the strangers passing by
The strangers walk by
All the strangers passing by

Temples – Open Air (Volcano Album)

One sweet sight
Has the magnitude of a mountain’s high
Through the foreboding chime of freedom
We try

Feed your fear
With the famine of a thousand years
Sleep in an empty room of concert
And green

Say what you will
Don’t water down
With the tears
Of your old frown
Move to see
The open air

We first left
From behind and from inside our heads
Choosing the wills to learn
And leave from the past
Conscience calls
Through the telephone from months before
Opaque and dimly lit
We move with the night

Say what you will
Don’t water down
With the tears
Of your old frown
Move to see
The open air

In times we think about it
The vastness of this palace view
In dreams we feel the winding of the months and the year
We chose to be

Say what you will
Don’t water down
With the tears
Of your old frown
Move to see
The open air
The open air we’ll see

Say what you will
Don’t water down
With the tears
Of your old frown
Move to see
The open air
The open air we’ll see

Say what you will
Don’t water down
With the tears
Of your old frown
Move to see
The open air
The open air we’ll see

Say what you will
Don’t water down
With the tears
Of your old frown
Move to see
The open air

Temples – In My Pocket (Volcano Album)

I’d like to put you in my pocket
Put you in my pocket each day
And watch the clouds

I was dropped onto my head once as a child
Twice as a man, three times as a cloud

We are the empty people waiting
Empty people waiting for love
In alleyways above the clouds

You don’t know who you are
When you’re living inside of a replica
Safe inside where you are
When you’re living inside of a replica
Lost from the very start
When you’re never really sure, it falls apart
How does it feel?
It’s all too real

Along came Zachary with flowers
Zachary with flowers for her
And pocketful of ergh

Sometimes my head gets very cloudy
Head gets very cloudy and empty
Cloudy and empty
And dead

You don’t know who you are
When you’re living inside of a replica
Safe inside where you are
When you’re living inside of a replica
Lost from the very start
When you’re never really sure, it falls apart
How does it feel?
It’s all too real

I’d like to put you in my pocket
Put you in my pocket each day
And watch the clouds

I was dropped onto my head once as a child
Twice as a man, three times as a cloud

Temples – Celebration (Volcano Album)

Can’t stop my thoughts from gathering energy
Can’t separate the real from day to day
Thoughts from unfamiliar
Outside the picture
Life is strange in some familiar way

Before you know where you are
If falls apart

Celebration
In control of you
Transformation
Into something new

Before you know where you are
It falls apart

Can’t seem to keep my head in reality
Fear and emotion day to day

Strange in familiar ways
Relevant thoughts have strayed

Before you know where you are
It falls apart

Celebration
In control of you
Transformation
Into something new

Celebration
In control of you
Transformation
Into something new

Before you know where you are
It falls apart

Before you know where you are
It falls apart

Before you know where you are
It falls apart

Before you know where you are
It falls apart

Before you know where you are
It falls apart

Temples – Mystery Of Pop (Volcano Album)

People, stop and stare
Gather ’round and listen to the moment
Make a memory in your heart
With tune impaired
Marry tunefulness and words of wisdom
Move your feet and clasp the air

I want to flow
Through the valley of tranquil cadence
Move the chasm of the night
Most want to know
That I’ve listened to the best of Bowie
And that’s the way that pop must go

I wasn’t waiting
I wasn’t sure

She sang a song in Penelope’s car
They hummed along and were feeling bizarre
She has a story to share with someone
Even though it weren’t her’s to tell
Or sing
Or tribute

Shops are in the streets
Selling nothing by the ton to people
Remedy is what they need
And if we plea, and if you please
We can invite each other
To the parting of the seas

I want to flow
Through the valley of the pounding present
Move the chasm of the night
Most want to know
That they’ve listened to the best of Bowie
And that’s the way that pop must go

I wasn’t waiting
I wasn’t sure

He sang a song in Penelope’s Car
They strummed along and were feeling bizarre
He has a story to share with someone
Even though it weren’t his
They sang along in Penelope’s Car
They strummed along and they felt bizarre
They had a story to share with someone
Even though it weren’t theirs to tell
Or sing
Or tribute

Temples – Roman God-Like Man (Volcano Album)

Oh, what a clever man
Promise to never smile
Living inside of a life-long dream
Never apart from his fantasy

Oh, what has gone wrong now?
Is policy all you’ve got?
Wish I could be a god-like man inside of your museum

So close
But yet
So far
So close
But yet
Never a Roman god-like man inside of your museum

Look for the master plan
But never the wealthy sort
Imagine a day without empire
Keys to the afterlife set on fire

Doesn’t believe the truth
The gods cannot be unkind
Wish I could be a god-like man inside of your museum

So close
But yet
So far
So close
But yet
Never a Roman god-like man inside of your museum

So close
But yet
So far
So close
But yet
Forever a real life statue in your model colosseum

Forever a Roman god-like man inside of your museum
Forever a Roman god-like man inside of your museum
Forever a Roman god-like man inside of your museum
Forever a Roman god-like man inside of your museum

Temples – Strange Or Be Forgotten (Volcano Album)

[Verse]
I was looking at the stars
Not the ones you’ve seen
Silently opaque through the silver limousine
Floating in the air
Powdering to preen
Chandeliers will crack
Crumble reconveen

[Bridge]
Is there a pride before we fall?
Born of the night time
Wait in desire for something more
Bored of the night time

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t know what to take now
I will wait for the upward feeling
Meant to be any day now
Will I ever be something more than

[Chorus]
Strange, strange or be forgotten
Abstain from the passing fashion
If fame is really an illusion then
Be strange, strange or be forgotten

[Verse]
I am living in the past
Future came to me
Caught up in the tide of a distant memory
Coming to the fore
Waiting to reveal
Caught up in the time of a different century

[Bridge]
Myriad eyes
You were alive for the first time
Elegant smile
You were revived for the last time

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t know what to take now
I will wait for the upward feeling
Meant to be any day now
Will I ever be something more than

[Chorus]
Strange, strange or be forgotten
Abstain from the passing fashion
If fame is really an illusion then
Be strange, strange or be forgotten

Soulja Boy – Big Soulja (Big Soulja Album)

[Intro]
Ya’ know the fuck goin’ on nigga(Big Soulja)
Big Soulja(Big Soulja the mixtape, Big Soulja the movie)
Draco(Big Soulja the movie)
Skrt skrt(Draco gang, Stacks on decks money gang)
DJ Ransom Dollars in the building, turned up to the max

[Hook]
Big Soulja
Trappin’ blocks, Whippin’ pots
Yeah, you know I’m gettin’ guap in the spot
Big Soulja
10 chains, 10 whips, 10 bitches
10 bricks, in the kitchen flippin’ shit
Big Soulja, they call me Big Soulja
Big Soulja, they call me Big Soulja
Big Soulja, they call me Big Soulja
Big Soulja, they call me Big Soulja
(DJ Jerry nigga, he’s goin’ hard man, you’d hear me out bitch)

[Verse 1]
They call me Big Soulja
I’m trappin’ and cappin’ that white
Mixing the lean with the sprite
Covered in ice, whippin’ the dope all night
Ridin’ ’round, and you know that I’m trappin’
Spent cash for the X6 and the Aston
Patek stand on my wrist
Perfectly dabbin’
Maison Margiella, how I fashion

[Interlude]
Big Soulja, bitch rich before the deal
17, made my first M
Broke my wrist when I jumped out the gym
Swimmin’ pool at the crib but I can’t swim
18 had to get an M
With a pyrex and a pot, I can whip a 10
Fuck around and run another dividend
Havin’ my way with the shit, nigga rich

[Verse 2]
Jumped out the trap then I whippin’ the beat
I got i8, automatic and the stick shit
Lamborghini with a new key
Bust down, my wrist, teach you how to hit a lick
Got rich or die trying on my 50 cent shit
Disrespect, Big Soulja get the stick
On the shooter, he know he ain’t gon’ pop shit
I got the F’n’N with the 30 clip

[Hook]
Big Soulja
Trappin’ blocks, Whippin’ pots
Yeah, you know I’m gettin’ guap in the spot
Big Soulja
10 chains, 10 whips, 10 bitches
10 bricks, in the kitchen flippin’ shit
Big Sauce, they call me Big Soulja
Big Soulja, they call me Big Soulja
Big Soulja, they call me Big Soulja
Big Soulja, they call me Big Soulja

[Interlude]
Yeah man, view on your motherfuckin’ trap
You know, you know what I’m sayin’
Your car, your crib, where you at man
Turn the song, turn this shit all the way the fuck up
This that sauce nigga, Big Soulja nigga
Niggas scared of me man, I ain’t even gonna lie

[Verse 3]
I came up trappin’ bands
Made an M when I came home from jail
They had me locked down in the cell
That’s the only reason I don’t fuck with 12s
Draco drive-by, and then I throw a chief
He sneak dissin’, got popped like a pill
Sneak dissin’ draco, but he can’t pay the bills
I come through, hit the nigga with the steel
Standing in the trap, having ice in my clip
Young nigga hit the lotto
Young nigga smokin’ on gelato
I don’t have any bricks, buyed the Cando’
That’s the lean in that baby bottle

[Hook]
Big Soulja
Trappin’ blocks, Whippin’ pots
Yeah, you know I’m gettin’ guap in the spot
Big Soulja
10 chains, 10 whips, 10 bitches
10 bricks, in the kitchen flippin’ shit
Big Soulja, they call me Big Soulja
Big Soulja, they call me Big Soulja
Big Soulja, they call me Big Soulja
Big Soulja, they call me Big Soulja

Soulja Boy – Trappin’ N Cappin’ (Big Soulja Album)

[Shout outs]

[Chorus]
Trappin’ n cappin’ I’m whippin’ the pot
I post up Zone 1 with the pans and the pots
I came up from trappin’ n cappin’, now I got that guap
Draco pull up, and I spray your block
I’m trappin’ n cappin’, watching for the cops
I walk around with the bands on the blocks
AP on my wrist, I’m sitting at the top
I fell in love with the Pyrex, I whip the pot
Trappin’ n cappin’ i’m whippin’ the pot
I post up Zone 1 with the pans and pots
I came up from trappin’ n cappin’, now I got that guap
Draco pull up, and I spray your block
I’m trappin’ n cappin’, watching for the cops
I walk around with the bands on the block
AP on my wrist, I’m sitting at the top
I fell in love with the Pyrex, I whip the pot

[Verse 1]
Sittin in the trap, money in my face
Trappin’ n cappin’ i’m switching from state to state
Mansion or condo I switch up the low case
100 thousand cash just for motivation
Jumped out the Wraith, then I hop in the i8
Derek Jeter, hit the pot like I beat the case
Pulled out a pistol, I shot with a K
Money get shooter and they poppin’ shit broad day
1 M, I just made it today
Came up from trappin’ n cappin’
I ate everything on the plate
Smokin’ on rocks, now I’m high in space
Call up my lawyer, you know he gon’ beat the case
Got the Draco, know we shoot with the 38
Grippin’ the rocket, I know that these niggas fake
Ferragamo on me, rockin the Gucci snake
Pull out the draco, he shot in the face

[Chorus]
Trappin’ n cappin’ I’m whippin’ the pot
I post up Zone 1 with the pans and the pots
I came up from trappin’ n cappin’, now I got the guap
Draco pull up, and I spray your block
I’m trappin’ n cappin’, watching for the cops
I walk around with the bands on the block
AP on my wrist, I’m sitting at the top
I fell in love with the Pyrex, I whip the pot
Trappin’ n cappin’ i’m whippin’ the pot
I post up Zone 1 with the pans and pots
I come from trappin’ n cappin’, now I got that guap
Draco pull up, and I spray your block
I’m trappin’ n cappin’, watching for the cops
I walk around with the bands on the block
AP on my wrist, I’m sitting at the top
I fell in love with the Pyrex, I whip the pot

[Verse 2]
Big Soulja, i’m the big homie
Mini Draco, gotta keep it on me
I came up from trappin’ n cappin’, they act like they know me
Put the bricks in a figure-four
I stand at your front door, ski mask with the Draco
Who wanna bih’ homie, shoot when I say so
Came up from trappin’ n cappin’ for pesos
150 bricks down Santiago
2018, Bentley truck Forgiato
Trappin’ n cappin’ M’s in Wells Fargo
Bricks coming in, swipe em by barcode
Trappin’ n cappin’ i’m smokin’ Gelato
100 pounds, nigga hit the lotto
Givenchy on me, I’m fly Aeropostale
Flip it like Future, this shit get colossal
Hop in the Lamborghini, full throttle!

[Chorus]
Trappin’ n cappin’ I’m whippin’ the pot
I post up Zone 1 with the pans and the pots
I came up from trappin’ n cappin’, now I got the guap
Draco pull up, and I spray your block
I’m trappin’ n cappin’, watching for the cops
I walk around with the bands on the block
AP on my wrist, I’m sitting at the top
I fell in love with the Pyrex, I whip the pot
Trappin’ n cappin’ i’m whippin’ the pot
I post up Zone 1 with the pans and pots
I come from trappin’ n cappin’, now I got that guap
Draco pull up, and I spray your block
I’m trappin’ n cappin’, watching for the cops
I walk around with the bands on the block
AP on my wrist, I’m sitting at the top
I fell in love with the Pyrex, I whip the pot

Soulja Boy – Walk In The Mall (Big Soulja Album)

[Intro]
Wrist, on my wrist
Ey, 100 thousand on me
I’m so rich, I’m so rich
Ey, bittin’ on this cash
You know we rich, yeah we rich
Ey, yeah all this money, yeah we rich
Yeah we rich, ey gettin’ on the money
Yeah we rich, Yeah we rich ey, gettin’ all the money
Yeah we rich, yeah we rich ey, gettin’ all this money
Yeah we rich, yeah we rich ey, 100 dollar money
Yeah we rich, yeah we rich ey, 100 thousand money

[Hook]
You know I’m fresh when I walk in the mall
Step on the stove, you know I’m a boss
When I go shop, then I wanted all
When I hit the band, turn up on ya
I get the band, then turn on ya
When I get bands, turn up on ya
When I hit the band, I turn up on ya
You know I’m so fresh when I walk in the mall
Step on the stove, you know I’m a boss
When I go shop, then I want it all
When I get the band, gon’ turn up on ya
When I get bands, then turn on ya, I turn up on ya
When I get bands, then turn up on ya, turn up on ya

[Verse 1]
You know I’m so fresh when I walk in the mall
Step on the ‘Rari, you know I’m a boss
Enter the money, you know I’m a boss
The girl I loved

Soulja Boy – Bricks (Big Soulja Album)

[Intro:]
Yuh
Yeah
Soulja
Police checkin my phone so I need 40 of them things
Soulja
Rich Gang, SODMG
Loud, loud
Don’t play with it
I got bricks, bricks
Ridin with this shit, let’s go
Young Soulja Boy, I’m down to hit a lick (trappin)
That loud, loud
I got loud (let’s go)

[Hook:]
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
Bricks bricks bricks
I got bricks, bricks
Ridin with this shit
Down to hit a lick (let’s go)
Ridin with them bricks (them bricks)
Rollin with them bricks (I got em)
Brick, bricks, bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks (turn up)
Ridin with the shit (let’s go)
Down to hit a lick (I got em)
Ridin with them bricks
Rollin with them bricks

[Verse 1:]
I got bricks, bricks
You know I got the racks (let’s go)
You want a Bentley, that’s 250 racks
I walk inside the club, I got lean, I got Act
Fuck with me Shawty and I won’t even text
SOD, Money Gang, we done broke the bank
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy be blowin on this thing
Ridin through the city and my cup full of drink
In my Ferrari and it got that candy paint
Ridin foreign whips and I stay getting cash
IPhone 5, they can’t bring me all my racks
Smoking on that kush and I stay spending stacks
They say the bank closed, well I open up the racks
Walk inside the vault, I see bands, I see rings
Walk inside this club, I spend bandz, I spend grands
Million dollars niggas, catch me on my tour bus
Million dollar niggas, hunned dollars for a haircut

[Hook:]
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
Rollin with them bricks
Ridin with them bricks
Ridin with them bricks
Rollin with them bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks
Ridin with them bricks
Burn them with a lick
Soulja run with them bricks
Ridin with them bricks

[Verse 2:]
Stuntin is a habit, I’m in love with racks
I’m in love with cash, I love to hit licks
Ridin with that iPhone5 talkin bricks
On the tex with my plug, cold wars and shit
Flexin like a bitch, Soulja Boy don’t move sloppy
I just hit a lick, time to cop that Bugatti
Ridin with that new choppa
Nigga try me, body drop
Pistol pop, block is hot
Soulja got them bands in that stamp
Bracelet on my wrist cost a chicken (damn)
Catch me in my condo water whippin (damn)
Soulja Boy in love with that gold shit (damn)
Soulja Boy be flexin you like oh shit (damn)
Jordans on my feet, number 9
Flexin through the hood, I hit licks all the time
Bricks bricks bricks bricks bricks on that low
Bricks bricks bricks bricks bricks ran from above

[Hook:]
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
Ridin with them bricks
Rollin with them bricks
Down to hit a lick
Ridin with them bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
I got bricks, bricks
Ridin with them bricks
Rollin with them bricks
Ridin with them bricks
Down to hit a lick
I got…

[Outro:]
Nigga hittin my phone talkin bout Soulja, where the bricks at?
It ain’t nothing on the street, this is drought
I said nigga what the fuck is a drought?
SOD Money Gang, Rich Gang, flood the streets
I got em

Soulja Boy – Gettin’ To The Bands (Big Soulja Album)

[Intro]
Does she has a DJ Ransom Dollars Exclusive, you fuck ass nigga, Ah (Yeah)
Yeah, Yeah
Ey

[Hook]
I’m gettin’ to the bands
I’m mixing lean with the Xans
Yo girl my biggest fan
She know that I’m the man
She know I’m gettin’ it
I’m gettin’ to the bands
I’m gettin’ to the bands
I’m gettin’ to the bands
I’m gettin’ to the bands

[Verse 1]
Forgiatos on my car
You know I’m going hard
I brought it from the start
Where was hustlin’ in the street
Came up from concrete
And we all gotta eat
They look at me ’cause I’m a star
I’m in the kitchen goin’ hard
I know this rap will take me far
And now I’m ridin’ foreign cars
Everywhere that I go
They know who we are
When I’m walkin’ in the club
They showin’ nigga love
So I’m buying out the bar

[Hook]
I’m gettin’ to the bands
I’m mixing lean with the Xans
Yo girl my biggest fan
She know that I’m the man
She know I’m gettin’ it
I’m gettin’ to the bands
I’m gettin’ to the bands
I’m gettin’ to the bands
I’m gettin’ to the bands

[Verse 2]
Now I’m ridin’ ‘Raris now
Yeah, I’m ridin’ Audis now
Shutting down parties now
Shut the party down
I’m gettin’ money, get it up we’re all done
I’m in the streets gettin’ it
Ridin’ in the Benz
And you know I’m gettin’ it
All this cash in my pocket
Ferragamo on my belt
All this Louis on my shirt
All this Gucci on the show
All this money in my pocket
I’d be walkin’ with the Lamb
‘Cause they know I’m gettin’ it
The foreign car push the start
I came up from the bottom so you know I’m goin’ hard

[Hook]
I’m gettin’ to the bands
I’m mixing lean with the Xans
Yo girl my biggest fan
She know that I’m the man
She know I’m gettin’ it
I’m gettin’ to the bands
I’m gettin’ to the bands
I’m gettin’ to the bands
I’m gettin’ to the bands

[Outro]
I’m gettin’ to the bands
I’m gettin’ to the bands
Ey yeah, I’m gettin’ to the bands
I’m gettin’ to the bands
I’m gettin’ to the bands
I’m gettin’ to the bands
I’m gettin to the bands
Yeah, Ey
Bands

Soulja Boy – Patek (Big Soulja Album)

[Intro]
Yeah, out of space
Big Soulja, SODMG
Wooh, ay

[Hook]
I got that patek on my wrist, I got that patek on my wrist
I got that patek on my wrist, I got that patek on my wrist
Stand in the kitchen, my diamonds, they dancing
Whippin’ it up just like this
I got that patek on my wrist, I got that patek on my wrist
I got that patek on my wrist, I got that patek on my wrist
I got that patek on my wrist, I got that patek on my wrist
Wooh,I got that patek on my wrist, I got that patek on my wrist
I got that patek on my wrist, I got that patek on my wrist

[Verse 1]
Caming from servin’ them brick
Know that I’m fucking your bitch
Know that these young niggas rich
Pussy ass nigga, you must sold no bricks
Niggas you know I got leaks
Soulja Boy came with the shit
Soulja boy forever rich, Soulja Boy forever rich
Shoot the draco on the 30,I pull up doin’ dirty
And you know I’m sippin’ dirty, Yeah you know I’m sippin’ lean
Alexander Mcqueen, bad bitch on the scene
Faced in the magazine

[Hook]
I got patek on my wrist, I got that patek on my wrist
I got patek on my wrist, I got patek on my wrist
I got patek on my wrist, I got that patek on my wrist
I got patek on my wrist, I got patek on my wrist
I got that patek on my wrist, I got that patek on my wrist
I got that patek on my wrist, I got that patek on my wrist
You know that I’m servin’ them bricks
You know that I’m hidin’ them leaks
You know that I’m servin’ that, you know that i’m hidin’ that
You know that I’m servin’ them leaks
I got that patek on my wrist

[Verse 2]
Yeah, splash in your hoe
Yeah, sauce that how it go
Yeah, [?] hoe
I got that Guci on my feet, I got them red bottles to the [?]
I got the Louis in the bih’, Big Soulja shoot your clip
I got that draco, I got the Migos
I got the kilos, Plus Santiago
I got that water, that water, that water, that water
Rolls go and it can’t cross the border
Hundred thousand for the watch

[Hook]
I got that, I got that, I got that, I got patek on my wrist
I got that patek on my wrist, I got that patek on my wrist
I got that patek on my wrist, I got that patek on my wrist
I got that patek on my wrist, I got that patek on my wrist
I got that patek on my wrist, I got that patek on my wrist
I got that patek on my wrist, I got that patek on my wrist
I got that patek on my wrist, I got that patek on my wrist
I have that patek on my wrist, I got that patek on my wrist
I got that patek on my wrist

[Interlude]
Yeah, skrt
Wow, in the bih’
And you know that I’m down to have it
Pull up in the Porsche, and you know that Imma have it

[Verse 3]
Hop out the coupe, how about I pour up the juice
Nigga we beef and we catchin’ fades
Nigga ain’t catchin’ no juice
Smokin’ on dope ’till im high
Maison Margiella on keepin’ me fly
Shoot a nigga in the eye
Rest in peace, see me die, whoo

[Outro]
I got the rollie on my wrist, I got the patek on my wrist
I got the cuba link bitch, Ice is so ice in my clip
SOD Money gang bitch, know that we pull up
We come up, we come with them dracos, go empty the clip
I got patek on my wrist, woohoo