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Cousins – Diar feat. Enemy songtexte

Songtexte Diar – Cousins

Ich komm’ mit Diar á la Diego Armando Maradona
Ich will Pablo Estevanio Alejandro Enemigo
Meine Firma sprengt die Maße, deine Jungs im Minus
Kick’ den Opel Vectra vollbeladen nachts durch deine Siedlung
Ahh! Enemygo ist der Grund, warum die Uni-Party aufhört
Zahl’ die Leasingraten mit dem BAföG – danke nochmal dafür
Leute sind am feiern, ich hab’ Beutel an den Eiern
Fünfundzwanzig Steine, meine Unterhose leiert
Es ist nicht sicher in mein’n Blocks, noch nicht mal für die Cops
Trau dich rein in meine Gegend, deine Zähne werden schrott
Gehandelt wird mit Ott, bin im Rudel unterwegs
[Steintorer Biz] Scheine in den versuri-lyrics.info
Ich komm’ mit Partisan’n und Falastines, volles Magazin
Schieß’ auf alle Faschos, eingeschlossen Thilo Sarrazin
Alle Rapper zahl’n für paar Araber im Team
Doch der Rücken der Cousins ist eine kurdische Familie.(cousins)

Keiner f*ckt mit den Cousins. (x8)

Ich bin Intellektueller aus ‘ner asozialen Schicht
Und klär’ damit ‘ne Alnatura-Bionade-B***h
Mach auf Oberschicht bei ‘nem Uniball bis in die Nacht
Rede zwei Minuten über Goethe, leg’ sie danach flach
Ich klär’ mir Alphajacke-Azzlack-Weiber, die für Haze blasen
Geh’ mit ihr in einer Ecke, wo die Penner immer schlafen
Sie geht auf dir Knie hier in der Pfütze in der Tiefgarage
Droh’ ihr mit der Faust und sag’ ihr, „Das hier darfst du keinem sagen.“
Baba kommt zur Party, Dicka, alle woll’n hier flexen
Ich hab’ eure Nasen – ihr seid alle Michael Jackson
Alle am verzweifeln und die Junkies am verrecken
Ich sag’, „Geh ma’ auf die Knie und lass den Zehner lieber stecken!“
Ich mach’ keine Späße, geht es ums Geschäft
Was für Puder, Mula, hier gibt’s nix beleş
Gib mir Patte, Euro, Dollar oder Yen
Zieh die Klinge, lass die Schulden jetzt beenden.

Keiner f*ckt mit den Cousinsss.

Director: AYO & Gutenbergs Qzeng
Mix & Master von Niklas Neumann
Recordet von ProDK in den Idéal Studios
Produziert SOTT & ProDK
Diar songtexte
Video Diar

That s it – Bebe Rexha feat. Gucci Mane lyrics

Lyrics Bebe Rexha – That s it

That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that s it.

What you lookin’ at’s the real, ain’t nothin’ on me plastic
YSL up on my heels, I be stoppin’ traffic
You be lookin’ at my a*s, damn that thing Jurassic
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
I be ridin’ through west, dodgin’ paparazzi
Diamonds drippin’ on my neck, I be saucy saucy
Damn, I’m dressed fresh to death, steppin’ out the coffin
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it.

I’m on the top
Don’t even get me started, ’cause I don’t like to stop
I’m shinin’ harder than everybody and I just wore a watch
Two bad bitches, one say that she just wanna watch
I hope she know she lookin’ at a whole lotta Gwop
This b***h so bad that she deserve whole lotta props
If he ain’t gettin’ money, she ain’t even gon’ talk
She spoiled like a toddler and it’s not her fault
She love to call me daddy, I treat her like Pops
It’s Gucci.

That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that s it. (x2)

Multicolor fun Chopard with the swimming fishes
Motherfucker I’m a star, I don’t do no dishes
I don’t ever speak or talk of you basic bitches
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
Pullin’ up in that thing that’s a little vicious
Barbies from New York, I hail out of Brooklyn
That’s why all eyes are on, yeah, I see you lookin’
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it.

2 Chainz (yeah)
I like my coffee cold, like my women hot (hot)
I like my spot big, like my car drop (right)
Revenge of the have and the have nots (true)
‘Cause back then I didn’t even have knots
Yeah, shawty look kinda cute, but her friend there look kinda cuter
I was on the MacBook computer, tryna go through the whole Kama Sutra
I did, I did, that’s it, that’s it versuri-lyrics.info
Mattress passion, satisfaction
Owww.

That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (bow)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (ugh)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (that’s it)
That s it, that’s ittt. (x2)
Bebe Rexha lyrics
Video it

We won t leave you – Steve Void lyrics

Lyrics Steve Void – We won t leave you

On our own we jump, we fall, forgotten world
We’re running out, running out, running out
Won’t hide away anymore, like yesterday
‘Cause we’re running out now.(we won t leave you)

You can see it in our eyes
That we won’t look away
This time we’re here to stay
So we’re running out, running out now
We finally collide, crashing everyday
And if you feel afraid.

We won’t leave you. (x3)

Time has come, to stand our ground and close the door
To paralyzed stereotyped f*cked up minds
Everyday, lesser choice versuri-lyrics.info
Where to go? You can turn it around.

You can see it in our eyes
That we won’t look away
This time we’re here to stay
So we’re running out, running out now
We finally collide, crashing everyday
And if you feel afraid.

We won’t leave you. (x3)

There’s a man sitting next to you
With a scar from his head and
Will stand to the last end
He could be the one that saves you
There’s a woman driving in a car
And she talk in the phone when
You crossing the street and
She could be the one that kills you.

You can see it in our eyes
That we won’t look away
This time we’re here to stay
So we’re running out, running out now
We finally collide, crashing everyday
And if you feel afraid
We won’t leave youuu.
Steve Void lyrics
Video you

Rapture – Kuuro feat. Mc Mota lyrics

Lyrics Kuuro – Rapture

Enter the rapture, enter the sound
Top up the pressure, get down
Ready fi yu alla di gyal dem surround
Steady then bounce it again, me go now.

Kuuro, demma run di town
Pull up, demma turn it around
Bringing in the bassdrop, hit the ground
Mash it up inna di place a go down.

Enter the rapture, enter the sound
Badmind people, please turn around
Ready fi yu alla di gyal dem surround
Steady then bounce it again, me go now.

Kuuro, demma run di town
Versuri-lyrics.info
Pull up, demma turn it around
Bringing in the bassdrop, hit the ground
Mash it up inna di place a go down
Mash it up inna di
Enter the raptureee.
Kuuro lyrics
Video Kuuro

Ed Sheeran – Bibia Be Ye Ye

Bibia be ye ye

I lost my shoes last night, I don’t know where I put my keys
I was tired and fell asleep beneath an oak tree
I bet my mother’s proud of me from each scar
Upon my knuckle and each graze upon my knee, and all I know
Is I got a cab and then threw up on his car seat
He kicked me out and then I walked in the rain
I tell myself in every way, "I won’t be doing this again"
And tomorrow’s a brand new day

Someone told me, "always say what’s on your mind"
And I am only being honest with you, I
I get lonely and make mistakes from time to time
So no man call ya, bibia be ye ye
Bibia be ye ye, ye ye ye ye
Bibia be ye ye

I remember less and less and mostly things that I regret
In my phone are several texts from girls I’ve never met
And in the pocket of my jeans are only coins and broken dreams
My heart is breaking at the seems and I’m coming apart now
Now things are looking up, I’ll find my shoes right next to the oak tree
And I’ll get a bus straight into town and spend the afternoon
Looking around for the things that I left on the ground
And say you’re with me, tomorrow’s a brand new day

Someone told me, "always say what’s on your mind"
And I am only being honest with you, I
I get lonely and make mistakes from time to time
So no men call ya, bibia be ye ye
My momma (be ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye)

Someone told me, "always say what’s on your mind"
And I am only being honest with you, I
I get lonely and make mistakes from time to time
So no men call ya, bibia be ye ye
Bibia be ye ye, ye ye ye ye
Bibia be ye ye
My momma (be ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye) (bibia be ye ye, ye ye ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye)
Bibia be ye ye
My momma (be ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye)

Lorde – Perfect Places

[Verse 1]
Every night, I live and die
Feel the party to my bones
Watch the wasters blow the speakers
Spill my guts beneath the outdoor light
It’s just another graceless night
I hate the headlines and the weather
I’m 19 and I’m on fire
But when we’re dancing I’m alright
It’s just another graceless night

[Pre-Chorus]
Are you lost enough?
Have another drink, get lost in us
This is how we get notorious, oh
‘Cause I don’t know
If they keep tellin’ me where to go
I’ll blow my brains out to the radio, oh

[Chorus]
All of the things we’re taking
‘Cause we are young and we’re ashamed
Send us to perfect places
All of our heroes fading
Now I can’t stand to be alone
Let’s go to perfect places

[Verse 2]
Every night, I live and die
Meet somebody, take ’em home
Let’s kiss and then take off our clothes
It’s just another graceless night

[Chorus]
All of the things we’re taking
‘Cause we are young and we’re ashamed
Send us to perfect places
All of our heroes fading
Now I can’t stand to be alone
Let’s go to perfect places

[Outro]
All the nights spent off our faces
Trying to find these perfect places
What the fuck are perfect places anyway?
All the nights spent off our faces
Trying to find these perfect places
What the fuck are perfect places anyway?
All the nights spent off our faces
Trying to find these perfect places
What the fuck are perfect places anyway?

Madison Beer – Dead

[Verse 1]
You could be here, but you’re there
You could be anywhere and these days I don’t even care no more
You only be showing me love whenever you’ve had too much
Whatever’s been filling your cup, no more

[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, no more showing up when you’re not sober
At my front door just to say you’re alone tonight
Yeah, tryna fuck me and my mind up
It’s a reminder you’re a liar and you know I’m right

[Chorus]
You say you can’t live without me
So why aren’t you dead yet?
Why you still breathing?
And you say you can’t live without me
Then why aren’t you dead yet?
Why do you say that?

[Verse 2]
You could be here but you’re not, I give whatever you want
But you just take it and run, you run (oh run, run)
And I give you so many shots but you just drinking ’em all
You never give it a thought, oh love (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, no more showing up when you’re not sober (sober)
At my front door just to say you’re alone tonight (alone tonight)
Yeah, tryna fuck me and my mind up
It’s a reminder you’re a liar and you know I’m right

[Chorus]
You say you can’t live without me
So why aren’t you dead yet?
Why you still breathing?
And you say you can’t live without me
Then why aren’t you dead yet?
Why do you say that?

[Post-Chorus]
Why, why, why, why?
Why, why, why, why?
Why, why, why, why?
Why aren’t you dead yet?

[Bridge]
Be careful what you say
Say only what you mean
Mean to me then you’re nice
You’re nice, you’re nice
It’s nice to know you now
Now that it all went down
Down on your knees you cry
You cry, you cry, yeah

[Chorus]
You say you can’t live without me
So why aren’t you dead yet?
Why you still breathing?
And you say you can’t live without me
Then why aren’t you dead yet?
Why do you say that?

[Post-Chorus]
Why, why, why, why?
Why, why, why, why?
Why, why, why, why?
Why aren’t you dead yet?
Why, why, why, why?
Why, why, why, why?
Why aren’t you dead yet?

Son Little – Demon To The Dark

I’m gonna beg for your forgiveness
And when I do that from the start
I’m gonna need as a witness
Though you may have an hardened heart
Have I always been a sinner?
And did the world pick me apart
Can I somehow been put tohether
Sometime the day cause life a short
Do you can fell ,still your hear me
When do romane how you there
I think my train is of the railing
Is this some way to get it clear

My heart, my god is full of star
Don’t you know, don’t you know
You brought the demon to the dark

I’m in the darkness on my show
Paralysed because of fear
I been this way not since the 80s
That’s when I started with the beer
Just to help me with the traumas
The liquor gave me even
The bottle get me through the night time
And all my daytime friends appeal
So I’d never touched the needle
But It breaks me just the same
Satisfiend with the money
And everything is just a game
Mister Philips can you hear me
My dear Romane, are you there
Feel just like the world is ending
Is there some way to get it clear

My heart, my god is full of star
Don’t you know, don’t you know
You brought the demon to the dark

Rich Homie Quan – Safe (feat. Cyko)

Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittas
Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittas.

A lot of rubber bands in the safe boy
I don’t buy nothin’ I’m dirt cheap
Red carpet fresh yeah all the time
Brown suit call a nigga Louis 13
No feelings can’t let a b***h hurt me
Broke bitches are the only thing that hurt me
Gettin’ money the s**t we don’t trip ’bout
Talk cash money s**t I got a big mouth
Stop savin’ these h**s with a cape on
This stick got a 9 and a beige on
The TEC got my name on it Draymond
Money in the mattress every night ’cause I lay on it
Ballin’ hard need a new court to play on
I can’t fall off I’ma stay on
Big crib for all my Section 8 homies
So many diamonds in the patek it look like the fake gone
Paid yo’ son to ask the people
Suck it like a vacuum cleaner
Smoke the dope pass it neither
Who gon’ smoke pass the reefer
200 of ’em in the back of the ..
And I need a lawyer I’m talkin’ a paralegal
I just get the money I can’t get mad at people
Tryin’ to get a brand new bag everyday
Rich Homie!

Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it versuri-lyrics.info
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittas
Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittas.

Get the money everyday and throw the bread in the safe
Niggas get wrong throw the lead in their face
Had to go get the money go get the money go, you slow nigga I don’t know nigga why you broke
Traphouse go crazy, gotta grind like a broke lady
I was there bro had to get on
Couple niggas hatin’ had to get gone
I’ve been goin’ hard man I can’t stop
Old money new money in the shoe box
And I’m still with the same old day ones
Same nigga never changed with the fame on
Had to go get a chain with my name on it
Wrist game came with the rain on it
Rollie so wet I can paint on it
Real trap nigga got the thing on me
Had to really be a man, had stand on my two feet
You don’t understand why I ride with the 2 heat
Money comin’ in they gon’ hate on it
They don’t wanna see me win better pray on it
They don’t wanna see me win better pray on it
I’ma go and get the bag keep the weight on it
And if it come up short put yo’ head on the plate
I need everything put the bag on my main yeahhh.

Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittas
Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittasss.

NF – Outro

[Verse]
I’m dedicated, the definition of dedication
Wrote this whole record while I was levitating
Sittin’ in my room with the pen and paper, I’m innovative
They’ve been afraid of me since I was a second grader
I’m the kid on the playground mama told you to never play with
There’s levels of music—and I’m in the elevator
Going up to the top floor, look how we elevated
But if you don’t know the brand by now, you better get educated
Take both of my arms, rip ’em out the sockets and separate ’em
Forgive me, yeah, I know I get animated
Don’t matter, I still write a better record than yours without a hesitation
Never been more motivated
Just look at all the minds I have opened and penetrated
See, I am the voice of all these kids that think things, but never say ’em
That’s why they come to my shows wearing the NF hoodies and hats low like we’re carrying weapons, ah!
Put the controllers away, it’s game over
I promise I’m way colder
The fans keep saying that they’re hungry for new music, well that’s pretty convenient ’cause I just made a plate for ’em
And now I’m hearing none of y’all are saying
I just sit at the keys feeling the music
Got me thinking I’m Beethoven
The game needs a makeover
If you’ve been waiting, the wait’s over
You ain’t notice, y’all about to witness a takeover, I’m home!
Yeah, they waiting on me to match them
The emotion I had in the last one
But if I don’t, they gonna tell me that I’m losing my passion
If I do, am I repeating my actions?
Yeah, look, "How Could You Leave Us" is massive
There ain’t nothing I can write that’ll match that
My biggest fear writing this record wasn’t putting out trash
It was disappointing myself and the fan base
Now I want you to picture me:
I’m in a hotel rapping, crying on the floor of the bathroom
Staring in the mirror, my room, hands shaking playing "How Could You Leave Us" through the speakers on my iPhone
Tryna to figure out if I’ma always feel the way that I feel or maybe someday I can learn to be happy
Or maybe I can’t be, ’cause if the music ain’t emotional enough, are they gon’ call me a has-been?
Pain’s always been the root of my music
If I cut it off, how am I supposed to keep growing
If I let it go, won’t my whole career be in ruins?
That’s when I realized this whole conversation is stupid
I never cared to impress people that don’t even know me
I just write what I feel, somehow it started a movement
Trying to enjoy a career, but I don’t know how to do it, when I spend all of time my being afraid I’ma lose it!
But, then I figured out the reason they follow me
The reason why these fans surrounding me
It’s not ’cause I’m a "Rap God"
I don’t need you people to bow to me
All they ever did was doubt on me, now everyone’s proud of me
Acknowledge me or not, you ain’t ignoring the following
I’m just teaching ’em something they couldn’t learn in they colleges
This is for the kids feeling like they live at the bottom and every day of they lives, feels like it’s darker than Halloween!
Yeah, you ain’t alone out there, look around you—we got a lot of fans in here
Couple hundred thousand, that’s what we did last year
Listen to Intro 3, trying to kill my fear
They’ll get that in a minute
We about to shatter the critics
I am a savage admit it
A lot of baggage I live in
That’s why the passion is different
Really don’t care if they get it
We’re only three records in it and this is just the beginning
I’m home!

[Outro]
Real music

Ugly God – Welcome To The Booty Tape (The Booty Tape Album)

[Intro: CUFBOYS and CUFBOYS’ Mom]
So what’s your opinion on Ugly God, mom, a lot of people have wanted me to do that
Thi-This, 2 videos we just saw?
Yeah
Oh, good luck to him, because whatever he made off that is not gonna be- no
What you mean
He’s not gonna make anymore, that was terrible, I mean, I’m pretty open minded, so I like some of these people, I think they have a future, but this guy; Number 1, he’s not that attractive, Number 2, he’s not! I mean he’s just not that attractive! And then all he wants to sing about is dumb stuff, almost like- I don’t know how to even say it, he’s singing like pornographic stuff, and who just wants to see, I mean, I guess if he has an audience for it good luck, I would never listen to that
So it’s a no? Final opinion on Ugly God?
Oh yeah, no no no no no no no no, he’s one of the worst you have shown me

[Tag]
Thanks Ugly God!

[Verse]
I spent that check on my neck
I got yo bitch drippin’, she wet (drip, splash)
Nigga please don’t disrespect
My niggas they grippin them TEC’s
I pull up and pick up that check
I go to yo crib put my dick in yo sister
Yo bitch on my line, i pull up and I drill her
Don’t DM me nigga, don’t hit me on twitter
I am the G.O.A.T, admit it (yea)
I fuck on yo bitch cause she with it (yea)
Them niggas so broke i don’t get it (the fuck)
I need me a milli let’s get it
I always say i need a milli
I probably won’t stop ’til i cop me a milli
When i touch a milli, I cop me a bentley
So let me stack up cus my pockets look empty
You niggas and bitches irrelevant (bitch)
I need me that check i pay hella rent (cash)
My pockets thicker than an elephant (yea)
I do this rap shit for the hell of it
Twenty-sixteen yes i need to be president
Bitch i’m the shit, i came up and thats evident
Don’t call me bro, nigga we are not relatives
Bitch, you niggas is snakes (yuh, snakes)
These bitches is fake (yuh, fake)
I see that you hate (yuh)
I count up this cake (count up this cash)
You savin’ these hoes lil nigga (the fuck)
I cannot relate (can’t relate)
But get you a cape
Say hey to my tape
Yuh, bitch

Ugly God – Stop Smoking Black & Milds (The Booty Tape Album)

[Intro]
Ayy, bitch, ayy, bitch
Ayy, wait, ayy, ayy
Run it back, hey, ooh, ayy
Ooh, ooh, ayy, ayy
Thanks Ugly God!

[Chorus]
Stop smoking Black & Milds bitch you nasty
How you smoking Blacks but actin’ like you classy?
Why you smoking Blacks? Bitch you unattractive
Stop smoking Black & Milds, hoe you trashy

[Verse 1]
Stop smoking Black & Milds, with your country ass
You got shit around your mouth, with your crusty ass
You need to go and take a bath, with your musty ass
You need to scrub between your ass, with your dusty ass
Bitch your house got roaches, I ain’t going, bitch I can’t
Last time we spoke, I smelled your breath, it made me faint
Bitch I hopped up in your Honda Civic, all I smelled was paint
I waited 30 minutes for a jump so we could crank
You can’t smoke no black & milds and be a fan of me
That ain’t your hair I know its weave, bitch stop playing with me
I heard your mama kicked you out, bitch you ain’t staying with me
We coolin’ now, but bitch in public you ain’t friends with me
Bitch your Honda struggling with them dents all in the back
You can hit that head, but I won’t let you hit no black
You ain’t classy, you ain’t shit, but a hood bitch
Why you spent your last dollar on that wood tip

[Chorus]
Stop smoking Black & Milds bitch you nasty
How you smoking Blacks but actin’ like you classy?
Why you smoking Blacks? Bitch you unattractive
Stop smoking Black & Milds, hoe you trashy

[Verse 2]
Heard the whole hood hit you from the back
I heard the hood ran a train on your track (choo choo)
I heard your daughter’s only toy was a jump rope (yup)
That’s the black bitch, stop flexin like that’s blunt smoke

[Outro]
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch

Ugly God – I’m A Nasty Hoe (The Booty Tape Album)

[Intro]
Thanks Ugly God!

[Chorus]
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe

[Verse 1]
I made yo bitch say "uh"
I put my hand on her butt
She said, "boy I’m on my period."
I said, "I don’t give no fuck!"
All I said was, "I’m Ugly God"
Now her pussy wet like a duck
Take advantage of me bitch I wanna be yo slut
Face, Titties, Booty, and Toes
What I’m eating for lunch
Sit upon my face baby, I ain’t vagina in months
I’ma dip your titties in Koolaid baby watch how I lick it up
I’ma gamble witcha’ booty baby, lemme try my luck

[Chorus]
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe

[Verse 2]
Ugly God A.K.A. Nigga Too Nasty
Come here baby put your phone number in my gadget
"Little Dick Clique", until they lay me in a casket
Young Ugly God toss yo booty like a salad
Same shoes everyday but bitch I’m still swaggin’
Motherfuck yo fashion, I could win a beauty pageant
Ugly God a legend, take notes in yo tablet
I’m ugly as the fuck, but bitch I’m still a coochie magnet
37 booties in my face, boy what’s happenin’
TV screen, shawty on the scene like an actress
My hair on point but my clothes stay ratchet
Young Ugly God, bitch my dick game disastrous

[Chorus]
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe

[Outro]
Thanks Ugly God!

Ugly God – I’m Tryna Fuck (The Booty Tape Album)

[Hook]
Aye, 3am bitch I’m motherfuckin tired
If we on the same page I might motherfuckin slide
Don’t give me the wrong message girl I’m tryna see what’s up
I don’t mean to burst your bubble bitch but yes I’m tryna fuck
Baby girl I’m tryna fuck
I’m tryna fuck
I’m tryna tap that ass and bust a nut
Don’t give me the wrong message girl I’m tryna see what’s up
I don’t mean to burst your bubble bitch but yes I’m tryna fuck
Baby girl I’m tryna fuck

[Verse 1]
Baby stop teasing
Baby girl I know you hit my phone for a reason
If you don’t get loose or start freakin then I’m leaving
Girl you know I’m fienin, eat this meat you ain’t no vegan
I ain’t never begged a bitch for shit but bitch I might need it
I’m tryna fornicate fuck the shit that you believe in
Bitch you better twerk or I’m snitching that you’re cheating
Bitch i wanna see a show, throw that neck and show some cleavage

[Hook]
3am bitch I’m motherfuckin tired
If we on the same page I might motherfuckin slide
Don’t give me the wrong message girl I’m tryna see what’s up
I don’t mean to burst your bubble bitch but yes I’m tryna fuck
Baby girl I’m tryna fuck
I’m tryna fuck
I’m tryna tap that ass and bust a nut
Don’t give me the wrong message girl I’m tryna see what’s up
I don’t mean to burst your bubble bitch but yes I’m tryna fuck
Baby girl I’m tryna fuck

Ugly God – Fuck Ugly God (The Booty Tape Album)

[Chorus]
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)

[Verse 1]
Fuck Ugly God, Ugly God a hoe
Flexing like you got it, bitch, I know your ass is broke
Your networth say you got a million, but your ass don’t
You a one hit wonder, bitch, your whole career a joke
Back in 10th grade, your coach kicked you off the team
Every single day, you wear them same pair of jeans
Them same black pants, bitch, you know which ones I mean
Four years ago, you got jumped on Halloween

[Chorus]
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)

[Verse 2]
Water this, water that, you finna get exposed
Back in eighth grade, you use to borrow niggas’ clothes
You act like a freak, but you ain’t never sucked no toes
You still owe your college three bands in student loans
You don’t got no hoes, everyday you beat your meat
You don’t want these problems, pussy boy, you know you weak
When I catch you slipping, I’m gon’ punch you in your teeth
Ugly God a bitch, pussy boy don’t want no beef

[Chorus]
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)

Ugly God – Bitch! (The Booty Tape Album)

[Hook]
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch

[Verse 1]
No, I’m not a rapper, this the first page of the chapter
Bitch, I’m a disaster, bite your bitch just like a raptor
Booty gang pastor, I’m the hash slinging slasher
Pussy Bacon Escobar, plugged in like an adapter
All my music slappin’, make you dance just like a Kappa bitch
Boy I’m broke as fuck, 30 bands straight from FAFSA bitch
Hoe give me some space, no I ain’t talkin’ about no NASA bitch
Gucci head to toe, you wipe me down just like a napkin

[Hook]
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch

[Verse 2]
Bitch, you know my handle, hump your bitch just like a camel
Bitch, I run the scandal cuz I’m lit just like a candle
I can’t trust a bitch, I’m flippin hoes just like the channels
Young ugly god play these hoes like a piano
I’m colder than your cooler, deeper than the sewer
All my niggas shooters. piss me off they’ll have to do you
I brought her to my room and spread her legs just like a rumor
I fucked her with no condom. but no worries, bitch, I’m neutered

[Outro]
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch

Bitch

Ugly God – L.D.C (The Booty Tape Album)

(Thanks, Ugly God)

[Hook]
I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique
I said, I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique

[Verse 1]
Ay, I cannot fuck your bitch proudly
Young Ugly God strike your bitch in Hobby Lobby
30 bitches on my right, 17 behind me
I’m Ugly God, I make your main bitch call me Papi
Hoes on my dick, ’cause I look like Bill Cosby
Young Ugly God play your bitch like hockey
I’m a fucking nuisance, but these niggas can’t stop me
Your girl see my face, her coochie drip like a tsunami

[Hook]
I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique
I said, I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique

[Verse 2]
I’m just being honest, nigga, I know, I’m the hottest
Ugly God, dick came hard like a rocket
Looked up in my pocket, one dollar in my wallet
Fuck saving money, bitch, I’m finna buy some chocolate
I’m the fucking shit bitch, i’m only being honest
Young Ugly God, I’m a mothafuckin’ prophet
Young Pussy Bacon, drink water off the faucet
Booty Gang Captain fold your bitch like a omelette

[Hook]
I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique
I said, I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique

(Thanks Ugly God)

Ugly God – Like A Maverick (The Booty Tape Album)

[Verse 1]
Aye, I make music from my basement
I done came up and got famous
I’m the goat ain’t no replacement
35k on my bracelet
Niggas is bitches I don’t fuck with niggas, I can’t fuck with niggas like racists
Hoes on my dick I put gold on my wrist now my neck really cold like a penguin
I pipe your bitch with this ice on my wrist cause she see my dick hard like the pavement
I got that guap now these bitches gon flock B, I got your main bitch in amazement
Slaughter your daughter no savage
Bitch I’m the booty gang captain
She can’t be mine, no I can’t waste my time nigga I be doing shows and traveling
Bitch, I’m throwed off like a javelin
Get your bitch gone just like magic
I see that booty, I grab it
Ugly God ball like a maverick

[Tag]
Thanks Ugly God!

[Hook]
Just like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Just like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Get your bitch gone just like magic, cause I ball out like a maverick
I see that booty I grab it, cause I ball out like a maverick
Just like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Just like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Get your bitch gone just like magic, cause I ball out like a maverick
I see that booty I grab it, cause I ball out like a maverick

[Verse 2]
I spent that check on my wrist and my neck, Ugly God got the sauce you can’t handle it
Made half a mil by myself with no deal, now they mad cause I’m cocky and arrogant
Let’s get into it, no talking, let’s do it, I think that I should’ve been President
If Ugly God was a candidate watch how the people vote for me unanimous
But wait
I take your bitch on a date
Ugly God live from the H
My new bitch thick like a steak
I sit back and thumb through this cake
Fuck a new friend, niggas fake
They slept on me now they awake
Bitch I made hits like I’m Drake
Hey, gold on my neck and my wrist full of diamonds
Hey, these niggas is bitches and bitches be lying
Hey, don’t call me "brother" no you ain’t no kin to me
Can’t trust a soul all you niggas is enemies
Biting my wave boy I swear you a mini me
Come at me wrong you get hurt boy I been a G
Now I’m on top the ladder bitch, look at my swagger, I’m sharp like a dagger
Nigga want beats, serve em up like a platter
She hit my phone, I put meat in her bladder
I done came up but just watch what I’m finna be
I just got me a lil bitch from the Philippines
She give me play cause I’m rich so she into me
Talk out the side of your neck and you guillotine

[Hook]
Just like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Just like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Get your bitch gone just like magic, cause I ball out like a maverick
I see that booty I grab it, cause I ball out like a maverick
Just like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Just like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Get your bitch gone just like magic, cause I ball out like a maverick
I see that booty I grab it (Thanks Ugly God!)
Cause I ball out like a maverick

Ugly God – Water (The Booty Tape Album)

[Hook: Ugly God]
I drip on your bitch like water
I splash on your bitch with the water
I feel like I’m 21 Savage
I pull up and fuck on your daughter
I drip on your bitch like water
I splash on your bitch with the water
I feel like I’m 21 Savage
I pull up and fuck on your daughter
Water water water water water water water water
I drip on your bitch like water
I splash on your bitch with the water
Water water water water

[Verse: Ugly God]
Water on my bitch I keep her wet like my cellphone
Bitches on me dark skins and the redbones
Ugly God wrap your bitch up like some headphones
You say I ain’t shit bitch I’m Ugly God i’m well known
I ain’t got time for no wife, yeah
Lmfao you kiss bitches I pipe, yeah
Bitch I feel like Yachty just give me one night, yeah
And if she gay I tell her i’m a fucking dyke yeah
Yeah bitch i’m a dyke
Strapped up like a dyke
Man made like a dike
Boosie faded like a dyke
Niggas tryna join the wave
Pussy nigga take a hike
Your bitch my slave
Bitch I’m balling like Mike
Bitch I’m balling like Mike

[Hook: Ugly God]
I drip on your bitch like water
I splash on your bitch with the water
I feel like I’m 21 Savage
I pull up and fuck on your daughter
I drip on your bitch like water
I splash on your bitch with the water
I feel like I’m 21 Savage
I pull up and fuck on your daughter
Water water water water water water water water
I drip on your bitch like water
I splash on your bitch with the water
Water water water water

ASAP Twelvyy – Castle Hell (12 Album)

[Intro]
Yo, yeah
Shit is real
Yeah

[Verse 1]
S’nothin’ greater
Than countin’ paper in front of haters that hated
They tried to cut off my cable
Couldn’t even watch the wire
Ain’t even see the Lakers
But a nigga see a kid meet his maker
Shit is like Jamaica with them shottas
If you playin’ with that paper
They’ll make you see the fire or
They’ll take you to the lake
Put your face up on the flyer ’cause I know that you ain’t make it
This is Castle Hell
City by the sea, the Devil’s favorite
I was raised up, up in building 8
(?),(?)
Dealt it raw, Seal your fate
Million more, (?) with my nigga Bill
You know that nigga ill

My YGs be on that gun until they die shit

[Verse 2]
The flight longer than the stay
My nights longer than my day
Shit, these Nikes on me got a ray
I’m a star myself

ASAP Twelvyy – Bamboo Skit (feat. Fredro Starr) (12 Album)

"Ayo Jamael, whatup lil nigga, acting like you don’t know your man Bamboo. "
"What’s good man, yeah I see you doing your lil rap thing man, proud of you nigga. Car is real pretty man, I like that shit. That shit crazy man. Keep getting your money word up man. Check this though. Let me flip some of that money with your boy man. Word up man. Nigga need to live out here. Word up man. Yo Jamal man, yo you see this right here? Make sure you keep one of these though man, all times B. Make sure you’re strapped. Alright word."

ASAP Twelvyy – Strapped (12 Album)

[Intro: A$AP Twelvyy, Sampha, & A$AP Rocky]
Window down and we’re caught in flight
Window down and we’re caught in flight
Window down and we’re caught in flight
You can let the breeze, let the breeze cool you
Yeah, shit fell up in my lap
I was sellin’ packs
I wouldn’t really worry ’bout no raps
I was movin’ straps
This is all facts (Way way back nigga)
Me and [Dame?] tried it to the max ’cause these monkeys on our back
Anything bling gettin’ snatched

[Interlude: A$AP Rocky]
Nah nah nah nah nah nah, fuck that Twelv
Don’t talk to these niggas, nah, now it’s time to show these niggas. Show these niggas like a movie, nigga!

[Verse 1]
Yeah, this shit fell up in my lap
I was sellin’ packs
I wouldn’t really worry ’bout no raps
I was movin’ straps
This is all facts
Me and [Dame?] tried it to the max
Got these monkeys on our backs
Anything bling? gettin’ snatched
If it’s what I’ve seen then it’s taxed
You can ask who was on they ass, I was livin’ fast
Fuck a casket, had a mask and a automatic
One sec, no cameras, no case
And every ghetto nigga pump strays
Had to duck a few, now I’m at the W
Prolly light up a few if I’m feeling comfortable
Paranoia got me watching all my friends
I make it out this Hell I’ll never sin again
It’s probably a lie ’cause I’d do it all again
‘Cause everything I’ve done gave me fuel just to win
Gotta peep the vision

[Hook: Sampha]
If there’s a monster inside of here
Well I’m gonna keep it clear
I wish it would take all these things and go
There’s no more we need to know
We fade out

[Verse 2]
See Dame got shot, then he got locked up
Pootie got popped, then she got knocked up
I was on the block, choc’d, all rocked up
Now I’m with The Mob & we robbin’ with some Glocks
Ask who can stop us, hoppin’ out with choppers
Poppin’ like we Poppa ’cause we got this city rockin’
‘pproach us? ain’t an option
All this pain, all this fame, got me drinkin’ all this ‘pagne
In the club to myself
Thinkin’ ’bout the days I was stealth
I was in the hall raisin’ Hell
Young 12, frame a little frail, but I had the belt
Loudmouth nigga, but I’m down to make you melt
Hot Boy, rollin’ with the Juveniles
Prolly with a shooter now, got a new Ruger now
‘Cause Life’s a bitch, and I’m goin’ through it now
Everyday’s do or die, hesitate, lose it now

[Hook: Sampha]
If there’s a monster inside of here
Well I’m gonna keep it clear
I wish it would take all these things and go
There’s no more we need to know
We fade out
If there’s a monster inside of here
Well I’m gonna keep it clear
I wish it would take all these things and go
There’s no more we need to know

ASAP Twelvyy – Diamonds (feat. ASAP Rocky) (12 Album)

[Intro: Sarah Barthel]
You’ve got a mouthful of diamonds
And a pocket full of secrets

[Verse 1: A$AP Twelvyy]
Comic book and guns, comic books and guns
Watchin’ Power, livin’ Belly
Ghost like Tommy Bunns
I’ma conquer what I vision, bet my time gon’ come
I’m Tetsuo with a Tommy gun
Paparazzi pop up where my mami from
Prolly hit a lobby with my posse drunk
Sippin’ on Bacardi, take a shot of rum
Pissin’ in the elevator, still don’t give a fuck
Gold grill, black mask, still ain’t switchin’ up
‘Member niggas called me Diddy, I was wreakin’ havoc
Threw the Glock up in the river, it was too dramatic
I’m a shooter, fuck my sneaker fashion
Fantasize about a week on acids
Spazzin’ when the reefer’s passin’

[Chorus: Sarah Barthel & A$AP Rocky]
Mothafucka, know what I’m talkin’ ’bout
You’ve got a mouth full of diamonds
Oh, and a heart that’s made of gold
With a mouth full of diamonds
And a pocket full of secrets
Oh, his eyes was made of stone
Pockets full of secrets, know what I’m sayin’?
You’ve got a mouth full of diamonds
Oh, and we all came here to go
Life is what you make it
And a pocket full of secrets
Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?
Go, go, oh

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Fancy teeth and jeans, fancy teeth and jeans
I’ve seen some shit you wouldn’t believe that made me leave the scene
Appreciate the late rappers, paved the way rappers
I think back to backpackers and the wave cappers
‘Cause now I hate rappers, hate today’s rappers
Hate these fake rappers, lame fashion closet gangsta (uhh) rappers
And shout outs my nigga Riley, ‘member Gangstalicious?
It was gangstas kissin’ gangstas if you paid attention
Before my shit was even out you couldn’t wait to get it
But now the shit I’m puttin’ out gon’ make you think to get it
Take a minute, God’s present ’cause I’m way too gifted
So next album fuck around and make you wait ’til Christmas

[Chorus: Sarah Barthel & A$AP Rocky]
Mothafucka, know what I’m talkin’ ’bout
You’ve got a mouth full of diamonds
Oh, and a heart that’s made of gold
With a mouth full of diamonds
And a pocket full of secrets
Oh, his eyes was made of stone
Pockets full of secrets, know what I’m sayin’?
You’ve got a mouth full of diamonds
Oh, and we all came here to go
Life is what you make it
And a pocket full of secrets
Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?
Go, go, oh

ASAP Twelvyy – L.Y.B.B. (Resolution) (12 Album)

[Intro]
C’est la dernière année que je suis en galère
C’est la dernière année que je suis en galère
C’est la dernière année que je suis en galère
C’est la dernière année que je suis en galère

[Verse 1]
(Yeah)
Twevlyy coming for the top spot
Young nigga from a hot block
That’ll pop shots and your pop drop
Clear these socks still my stock pop
Used to trap like a hot spot
How could you not cop
Seven-thirty on the dot dot
Getting flirty with a hot cop
Stopped me in a drop top
See a man tryna cock block
But the nigga ain’t top notch
So he can’t stop Glock
I’mma mob​​​​ ’til the Glocks stop
It’s mobbin’​​​​​ ’til forever
Had to get my shit together
Now my niggas switched the weather
We can get that shit wherever
However
Whatever
Man, my niggas do it better
Put that two and two together
(Yeah) (Whoop)

[Hook]
This my last year bein’ broke
Let’s get this money
Get this money
Get this money
This my last year bein’ broke
Let’s smoke this ‘ope and we gon’ think ’bout this money
’bout this money yeah
This my last year bein’ broke
Let’s get this money
Get this money
Get this money
This my last year bein’ broke
Let’s get this money
Get this money
Get this money

[Bridge]
Pockets low
Fuck these hoes
Posted by the corner store
I don’t know
We all gon’ go
Fuck that shit just light the dope

[Verse 2]
Shit steady on my mind
Shit I’m heavy on my grind
See my mommy needa crib
Daddy need a ride
Life is do or die
Should I do a suicide
Pockets lookin’ dry
Grips gets scrutinized
But fuck it I’mma win
Fuck it I’mma sin
Fuck it I’mma die
Like fuck it, I’mma ride
Triggers to the sky
Prick the victim
Trip ’em ’til ’em hit ’em high
This for hitters
That be with them killers
That be with the bitches
That be getting niggas robbed
We the illest
Steady keep it Trillers
Gotta free the bitches that’ll creep up in ya squad
Handle business
Man I handle business
I don’t gamble wit it
I’mma go and get it all

[Hook]
This my last year bein’ broke
Let’s get this money
Get this money
Get this money
This my last year bein’ broke
Let’s smoke this ‘ope and we gon’ think ’bout this money
’bout this money yeah
This my last year bein’ broke
Let’s get this money
Get this money
Get this money
This my last year bein’ broke
Let’s get this money
Get this money
Get this money

ASAP Twelvyy – Yea Yea Yea (Maps) (12 Album)

[Verse 1]
Pack up
I’m straight
Enough

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ll say, say, say
I’ll say, say, say
I’ll say, say, say
I’ll say, say, say
I’ll say, say, say

[Chorus]
Wait, they don’t love you like I love you
Wait, they don’t love you like I love you
Maps
Wait, they don’t love you like I love you

[Verse 2]
Made off
Don’t stray
My kind’s your kind
I’ll stay the same
Pack up
Don’t stray

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ll say, say, say
I’ll say, say, say

[Chorus]
Wait, they don’t love you like I love you
Wait, they don’t love you like I love you
Maps
Wait, they don’t love you like I love you
Wait, they don’t love you like I love you
Maps
Wait, they don’t love you like I love you

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Chorus]
Wait, they don’t love you like I love you
Wait, they don’t love you like I love you
Maps
Wait, they don’t love you like I love you
Wait, they don’t love you like I love you
Maps
Wait, they don’t love you like I love you

ASAP Twelvyy – Periodic Table (12 Album)

[Verse 1]
With a love for the underdog
Man, they treat me like they wanna fuck
Ain’t the favorite on your undercard
The livest nigga under y’all
So don’t make me get the gun involved
Catch a charge and run the [?]
I hustle more than that nigga in the corner store
Corner stone
I’ma be the nigga that they calling for
Soaring up
Like that nigga Mike in his Jordan 4’s
When I’m coming down only time I’m falling off
Get a calling card, ‘lil nigga so broad, fucking talk
I’ma be a statement for that [?] Forbes
This that magic shit like Dumbledore
This that lavish shit y’all tumble for
Niggas want it but I want it more
Make a band off a couple cups, and I’m hot, I got the sun involved
I don’t want it, man, I want it all
These my feelings in a couple bars
Sun shining like it’s fucking [?]

[Hook]
I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
That every night make a knot boys
Them rock boys and them Glock boys
(You know you done fucked up, right?)
You fuck around and you get shot, boy
I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
That every night make a knot boys
Them rock boys and them Glock boys
(You can smell a nigga with money, huh?)
You fuck around and you get shot, boy

[Verse 2]
I’m from the city where the skinny niggas ride
Big semi on they side
Real life, making fifty out of five
Puffing sticky, sipping Henny while I drive
Real niggas die but I feel so alive
My eye up on the prize
You always gotta strive
Take your piece of devil pie
Now my level rising high
See a ribbon in the skyline
Fuck the other side
See my shots is ill advised, I know niggas that duck inside
It’s dark outside
It’s nuts outside
Sharp niggas leave you pumped outside
Parallel to your ride, [?] is the C-25
Blood [?], see the heat in my eyes, keep the heat on my side
‘Cause this Tec probably keep me alive
I ain’t high, I’m just peeping the vibe
Just beef in the Trap, fuck that, and I ain’t keeping it back
Real rap, this is deeper than rap, yeah

[Hook]
I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
That very night make a [?] boys
Them rock boys and them Glock boys
(You know you done fucked up, right?)
You fuck around and you get shot, boy
I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
That very night make a [?] boys
Them rock boys and them Glock boys
(You can smell a nigga with money, huh?)
You fuck around and you get shot, boy

Milli Vanilli – Keep On Running (Remix)

(Ah, look out, get funky)
Keep on running, baby (baby)
Ooh ooh-ooh ooh (look out, get funky)
(Ah, keep busting)
Elaborate on the microphone
Pumping some knowledge ’cause my brain ain’t stoned
At least not in ignorance, contempt or arrogance
I started ’82 and I’m fresh ever since
On the microphone I like to talk about what’s happened
It’s getting all the ladies, it’s really not repellent
Wake up back to reality
I’m not into bragging, strutting or bigotry
(Or bigotry, or bigotry, or bigotry, or bigotry)

I get this, you will get dissed
My sister ain’t get nothing ‘less the woman was pissed
The material thing is what people are looking for
Once they had a taste they want more and more and more
(More, more, more)
I tell the truth, yo, sometimes it’s sad
But take it light, my brother, beez like dat
Listen to what he says
(Oh oh oh, oh oh oh)
It’s all about today (oh oh oh)
Time is right
Keep on running, baby (baby)
Ooh ooh-ooh ooh
Keep on running, ba-ba-baby (baby)
Ooh ooh-ooh ooh (ah, look out, get funky)
Ba ba-ba, ba ba-ba ba-ba (look out, get funky)
Ba ba-ba, ba ba-ba ba-ba (ah ah-ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah-ah)

Listen to what I got to say
Don’t go closing your mind, come on, be honest today
Brothers and sisters, aliens or white girl
Believe in yourself so we can make this a nice world
For us to live in so start giving peace and love
Hurry up, the clock is ticking
I tell the truth, yo, sometimes it’s sad
Take it light, my brother, beez like dat
Listen to what he says (oh oh oh)
Time is right
Keep on running, baby (baby)
Ooh ooh-ooh ooh
Keep on running, ba-ba-baby (baby)
Ooh ooh-ooh ooh (ah, keep busting)
Ba ba-ba, ba ba-ba ba-ba (ah ah-ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah-ah)
(Beez like, be-beez like dat)
(I’m in love with you, girl)
(Be-be-beez like dat)
Keep on, ke-keep on, ke-keep on running, baby (baby)
Ooh ooh-ooh ooh
Keep on running, ba-ba-baby (ba-ba-baby)
Ooh ooh-ooh ooh (ah ah-ah-ah)
Keep on running, ba-ba-baby (baby)

Cream – Crossroads

I went down to the crossroads
Fell down on my knees
Down to the crossroads
Fell down on my knees
Asked the Lord above for mercy
"Take me, if you please"

I went down to the crossroads
Tried to flag a ride
Down to the crossroads
Tried to flag a ride
Nobody seemed to know me
Everybody passed me by

Well, I’m going down to Rosedale
Take my rider by my side
Going down to Rosedale
Take my rider by my side
You can still barrel house, baby
On the riverside

Going down to Ro’dale
Take my rider by my side
Going down to Ro’dale
Take my rider by my side
You can still barrel house, baby
On the riverside

You can run, you can run
Tell my friend boy Willie Brown
Run, you can run
Tell my friend boy Willie Brown
And I’m standing at the crossroads
Believe I’m sinking down

(Spoken) Uh, Eric Clapton lead, uh vocal

Ke$ha – Hymn

[Intro: Juicy J & Offset]
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (uh) get up
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (hey!) get up

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Bitch came through right on time with the pussy
‘Cause I’ve been wanna hit it for a long time
Plug came through right on time with that pack
‘Cause I ain’t no more, I’m bone dry
Been gettin’ money for a long time
I don’t rent, I own mine
Ye ain’t talkin’ ’bout gettin’ money, lil’ nigga
Hell nah, don’t hit my phone line
Molly got a nigga on cloud 9
That purchase came in at the wrong time
Your bitch wanna jump on my dick
Sorry, but you gotta wait, baby girl, it’s a long line
These fuck niggas keep hatin’ on a G
But a nigga can’t eat if he don’t grind
Hitters gon’ take your head off
AKA clothes line
Bankroll, I can’t fold mine
Need a boujee bitch to roll mine
Nigga keep lookin’ at all this ice
But I keep the heat on me like a stove iron
The money gon’ make your girl come show out
Bend her ass over, it’s show time
She ain’t wanna leave but you called her on her phone
Told her, "Bring your ass home," you was right on time, damn

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Woo, woo, woo, woo, Offset!
Money comin’ in at the right time (money)
Bitch lookin’ at me like a gold mine (gold)
Ass so fat that I went blind (ooh)
Gimme my racks, I’ma throw mine (racks)
Gimme that coke, I’ma cook mine (coca)
Flew to the plug in Taiwan (ho)
Bad ass bitch on my timeline (bad)
Like three pics, then I pound sign (pound)
Dope came in at the right time (dope)
Cash came in at the right time (cash)
Your bitch came in at the night time (your bitch)
She told me that your bands wasn’t like mine (skrrt)
Hop in the coupe with the butter seats (hey)
It’s no cuffin’ me, she just a slut to me (slut)
Got these grapes in the jet, it’s a luxury (luxury)
Make me mad and I’ll show the other me
Hoppin’ in the Lamb’, fine like a top glisten, white whine (skrrt)
Alexander Wang, Gucci loafer, python (woo woo)
Matte black Maybach, ridin’ Akon (bap)
Hundred round drum hangin’ out of one gun (brrrt)
At the right time, hit the right lick (right lick)
At the right time hit the right bitch (uh)
Bling, bling, blaow, nigga, light switch (bling blaow)
Smokin’ on a bomb, ISIS (boom)

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)

Juicy J – Flood Watch (feat. Offset)

[Intro: Juicy J & Offset]
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (uh) get up
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (hey!) get up

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Bitch came through right on time with the pussy
‘Cause I’ve been wanna hit it for a long time
Plug came through right on time with that pack
‘Cause I ain’t no more, I’m bone dry
Been gettin’ money for a long time
I don’t rent, I own mine
Ye ain’t talkin’ ’bout gettin’ money, lil’ nigga
Hell nah, don’t hit my phone line
Molly got a nigga on cloud 9
That purchase came in at the wrong time
Your bitch wanna jump on my dick
Sorry, but you gotta wait, baby girl, it’s a long line
These fuck niggas keep hatin’ on a G
But a nigga can’t eat if he don’t grind
Hitters gon’ take your head off
AKA clothes line
Bankroll, I can’t fold mine
Need a boujee bitch to roll mine
Nigga keep lookin’ at all this ice
But I keep the heat on me like a stove iron
The money gon’ make your girl come show out
Bend her ass over, it’s show time
She ain’t wanna leave but you called her on her phone
Told her, "Bring your ass home," you was right on time, damn

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Woo, woo, woo, woo, Offset!
Money comin’ in at the right time (money)
Bitch lookin’ at me like a gold mine (gold)
Ass so fat that I went blind (ooh)
Gimme my racks, I’ma throw mine (racks)
Gimme that coke, I’ma cook mine (coca)
Flew to the plug in Taiwan (ho)
Bad ass bitch on my timeline (bad)
Like three pics, then I pound sign (pound)
Dope came in at the right time (dope)
Cash came in at the right time (cash)
Your bitch came in at the night time (your bitch)
She told me that your bands wasn’t like mine (skrrt)
Hop in the coupe with the butter seats (hey)
It’s no cuffin’ me, she just a slut to me (slut)
Got these grapes in the jet, it’s a luxury (luxury)
Make me mad and I’ll show the other me
Hoppin’ in the Lamb’, fine like a top glisten, white whine (skrrt)
Alexander Wang, Gucci loafer, python (woo woo)
Matte black Maybach, ridin’ Akon (bap)
Hundred round drum hangin’ out of one gun (brrrt)
At the right time, hit the right lick (right lick)
At the right time hit the right bitch (uh)
Bling, bling, blaow, nigga, light switch (bling blaow)
Smokin’ on a bomb, ISIS (boom)

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)