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The Oemons – Passing Fancy lyrics

A storm of confusion deadlier than any catastrophe came and rained on my parade
As doubts fell upon me i felt the chill of the winds of change
Blowing around me relentlessly

This pleasant distraction
A passing fancy
Passing fancy hurry up and pass me by
Before I am tempted to try

Had it all figured out but then even the best laid plans
These plans can sometimes go awry
I’ve grown too familiar with my life’s routine, intricacies
Derailment will be the end of me

This pleasant distraction
A passing fancy
Passing fancy hurry up and pass me by
Before I am tempted to try

This pleasant distraction
A passing fancy
Passing fancy hurry up and pass me by
I admit I am tempted to try

The Oemons – Nero The Rottweiler lyrics

Nero the rottweiler
Not the best dog ever
Big, and covered with black fur
Pees all over the furniture

Nero the rottweiler
Not the best dog ever
Every time we go walking
Half the time he’s defecating

But you’re better than most people
‘Cause most people are assholes
And I’m allergic to assholes

Nero the rottweiler
Not the best dog ever
Just when we’re having a blast
Runs off to sniff another dog’s ass

Nero the rottweiler
Not the best dog ever
Even in romance he fails
Tries to mount and hump other males

But you’re better than most people
‘Cause most people are assholes
And I’m allergic to assholes

Nero the rottweiler
You’re my best friend ever
And despite all of your faults
My friend, I will tickle your balls
Because it’s what real friends do
I will tickle both of your balls

Jekyll And Hyde: The Original Broadway Production – Your Work- And Nothing More lyrics

UTTERSON:
You have your work
And nothing more!
You are possessed –
What is your demon?

You’ve never been
This way before –
Where is the fire
You built your dream on?

There’s something strange,
There’s something wrong.
I see a change –
It’s like when hope dies.

I, who have known
You for so long,
I see the pain
In your eyes!

UTTERSON: JEKYLL:
There was a time Have
You lived your life, I
And no one lived Become –
The way that you did!
You had a plan, My work
You chose a wife, And nothing
You saw the world More?
As very few did!

You had it all – I
The overall! – Know
You seemed to know That’s
Just what to live for! Not

But now, it seems, What
You don’t at all, I’m
You have you work – Living
Nothing more!… For!…

EMMA:
Father, you know
Henry won’t just walk away.
The only way he knows
Is straight ahead!

SIR DANVERS
Emma, you’ve not heard
A single word I’ve said!
My fear is, he’s in over his head.
He could lose control,
And that I dread

There has been talk:
They say he’s gone too far.
He’s locked himself away
In his own world,
Pursuing the insanity -!

EMMA:
It is his work!

SIR DANVERS:
It’s more than work –
He is obsessed!
The man is driven!

EMMA:
Just give him time,
I ask no more.
His work’s a crime
To be forgiven!

SIR DANVERS: EMMA:
There’s something strange. Just give him time
Unless I’m blind! I ask no more
I see a change
Of a bizarre kind!

EMMA: SIR DANVERS:
There’s not at all! He’s chasing dreams
Don’t be unkind. He’ll never find
The problem’s all
In your mind!

SIR DANVERS: UTTERSON: JEKYLL:
He has his work This increasing Father…
And nothing more. Isolation only adds
He is obsessed! To your frustration
The man is driven! And it could
Endanger
Your
Career

EMMA: JEKYLL:
Just give him time, Who are they
I ask no more. To judge what I
His work’s a crime Am doing they
To be forgiven! Know nothing
Of the
Possibilities I see.

SIR DANVERS: UTTERSON: JEKYLL:
He’s chasing Time to awaken And I will
Dreams Before it’s too Prove, if I’m
He’ll never find! Late Ever
I see a change Permitted to
Of a bizarre kind

EMMA: UTTERSON: JEKYLL:
There’s not at all! Before you forever Things are not
Don’t be unkind. Determine your fate Wrong just
Problem’s all Because they
In your mind! Are new!

EMMA: SIR DANVERS/UTTERSON: JEKYLL: ENSEMBLE:
Still, I pray, Dear, I pray, I pray If you live around
Every day, Every day, I Here[?] lots of people I
Henry may Henry may May Fear will make
Find his way. Find his way! Find Promises
I pray he may I pray he may My They will not
Find his way! Find his way Way! Honor
My dear and the
I will pray, I will pray I Truth is
Every day, Every day. Pray That it’s all a
Henry may You two may I Façade
Find his way. Find your way! May
I pray I pray Find
He may find You may find My
His way! Your way! Way!

Mikey Saint – Without You lyrics

Without You

I am lost
I can’t find myself
In this tragedy I call home.

You weren’t there
With no thoughts to share
You left my heart on a string.

And I wondered
Why you had to go away.

And I wish that
I had something more to say.

You weren’t there
With no thoughts to share.

You ripped a hole
Right through my chest.

And I wondered
Why you had to go away.

And I wished that
I had something more to say.

So bye now, bye now,
I’m without you.

Love Unlimited – Together lyrics

We could be on a desert
Lost without a place to go
But we’re so in love
In love with each other
That we wouldn’t even know

I don’t care
Anyplace, anywhere
Just as long as you are there
Together, together
Baby, just you and me
How happy we’ll be

We could be in poverty
No one to lend a helping hand
But it’s alright, alright I know
Because you always understand

I don’t care
Anyplace, anywhere
Just as long as you are there
Together, together
Baby, just you and me
How happy we’ll be

I don’t care
Anyplace, anywhere
Just as long as you are there
Together, baby, together, baby
Baby, just you and me
Oh, how happy we’ll be
Together, together, together

The Oemons – The Wolf Who Cried Girl lyrics

You were everything I could ever ask for
But never knew that you were a minor
It hurts me so but I have to say
I love you, but I don’t wanna go to jail

They say age doesn’t matter
I just found out I’m old enough to be your father
If he found out what would he say?
I love you, but I don’t wanna go to jail

Hey little girl I guess it’s just not meant to be
Backed out when I found out the lady’s still a baby
Would have gone through with it if it was only you and me
But everyone’s staring and the cops would get me

Hey little girl I guess it’s just not meant to be
Backed out when I found out you’re a baby not a lady
Would’ve gone through with it if it was only you and me
But everyone’s staring and the cops would get me

Hope tonight shooting stars can be seen
We’ll make a wish you’d turn eighteen
And everything would be ok
I love you, but i don’t wanna go to jail

Can’t we close our eyes pretend you’re of age?
In a perfect world won’t end up in a cage
‘Cause I’m too broke to pay for bail
I love you but I don’t wanna go to jail

Hey little girl i guess it’s just not meant to be
Backed out when I found out you’re a baby not a lady
Would’ve gone through with it if it was only you and me
But everyone’s staring and the cops would get me

Baby don’t you have an older sister?
If she’s a MILF then I’ll settle for your mother
If you say no then I’ll be on my way
Cause I love you but I don’t want to go to jail

The Oemons – Taco Burrito lyrics

One day I had a dream in my siesta
About an awesome place where it’s always fiesta
And the food is served with spicy salsa
So I think I’ll go to Mexico

Taco Taco Burrito!
Taco Taco Burrito!
Taco Taco Burrito!
Chimichangas,
Spicy Chimichangas
Chimichangas,
Spicy Chimichanga sauce!

When I got there I watched some lucha
I learned the girls in Mexico are called putas
And the food’s way better than shawarma
So I think I’ll stay in Mexico

Taco Taco Burrito!
Taco Taco Burrito!
Taco Taco Burrito!
Chimichangas,
Spicy Chimichangas
Chimichangas,
Spicy Chimichanga sauce!

TACO BURRITO!
TACO BURRITO!

Kaizers Orchestra – Bris lyrics

Bris bris puste meg I nakken
Det blir kaldt I frakken og kroppen skrike
Kom bris bris, sett meg fri
Skru p sirenen og gje meg varige mn
Bris gjer meg roser I kinnet, tar vekk vonde minner
Bris du har stengt oss inne. Du vinner, du vinner
Mitt navn er Kristopher, eks lokomotivfrer
Snn av en skipsreder. Eg var hans stedfortreder
Eg blei tatt hnd om av ei nonne I et kloster
Eg gjekk I tjeneste for mitt land og kom heim som krigsoffer
Og eg blei lam I fr livet og ner
Og mitt navn blir ikkje lenger nevnt nr folk ber
For ingen husker gamle Kristopher
Han som redda fem liv for sjlv bli et krigsoffer

Selena Gomez – Birthday lyrics

[Chorus]
Tell ’em that it’s my birthday [x3]
When I party like that
Every night’s my birthday
They don’t know, so it’s okay
Tell ’em that it’s my birthday
When I party like that

Jazz it up
Jazz it up

Happy as can be
Falling into you, falling into me (so yummy)
How do you do, come and meet the queen, c-c-cake and cream

Blow your dreams, blow your dreams, blow your dreams away with me
Blow your dreams, blow your dreams, blow your dreams away with me
So yummy

[Chorus]
Tell ’em that it’s my birthday [x3]
When I party like that
Every night’s my birthday
They don’t know, so it’s okay
Tell ’em that it’s my birthday
When I party like that

Jazz it up
Jazz it up

Feeling fine and free
Crashing into you, crashing into me (so yummy)
It’s all I wanna do, come and dance with me, pretty please

Blow your dreams, blow your dreams, blow your dreams away with me
Blow your dreams, blow your dreams, blow your dreams away with me

[Chorus]
Tell ’em that it’s my birthday [x3]
When I party like that
Every night’s my birthday
They don’t know, so it’s okay
Tell ’em that it’s my birthday
When I party like that

[Chorus]
Tell ’em that it’s my birthday [x3]
When I party like that
Every night’s my birthday
They don’t know, so it’s okay
Tell ’em that it’s my birthday
When I party like that

Blow your dreams, blow your dreams, blow your dreams away with me
Blow your dreams, blow your dreams, blow your dreams away with me
[x2]

[Chorus]
Tell ’em that it’s my birthday [x3]
When I party like that
Every night’s my birthday
They don’t know, so it’s okay
Tell ’em that it’s my birthday
When I party like that

[Chorus]
Tell ’em that it’s my birthday [x3]
When I party like that
Every night’s my birthday
They don’t know, so it’s okay
Tell ’em that it’s my birthday
When I party like that

The Troggs – Wild Thing lyrics

Wild thing, you make my heart sing
You make everything groovy, wild thing
Wild thing, I think I love you
But I wanna know for sure
Come on and hold me tight
I love you

Wild thing, you make my heart sing
You make everything groovy, wild thing
Wild thing, I think you move me
But I wanna know for sure
Come on and hold me tight
You move me

Wild thing, you make my heart sing
You make everything groovy, wild thing
Wild thing, you make my heart sing

Zendaya – Replay lyrics

Make it stop
Sounds so good, I just can’t take no more
Turn it down, turn it up, I don’t know
I don’t know (Know)

But don’t stop
Don’t move, just keep it there (Right there)
Keep it right there (Oh)
Keep it right there

[Chorus]
put you on repeat
Play you everywhere I go
Everywhere I go
Play you everywhere I go
Put you on repeat
Play you everywhere I go
Everywhere I go (Everywhere I go)

Yeah
Wanna put this song on replay
I can listen to it all day
I can listen to you all day
Hear you all day

Yeah
Wanna put this song on replay
We can start all over again
And again
Yeah
Wanna put this song on re

Don’t stop (Stop)
Turn it on, turn it up, make it louder (Yeah)
I don’t wanna miss a single thing
I wanna hear every melody (Yeah)
Beating (Beating)
Beating so loud you can
Feel it (Feel it)(See it)
Beating (Beating)(Beating)
Beating for you

[Chorus]
put you on repeat
Play you everywhere I go
Everywhere I go
Play you everywhere I go
Put you on repeat
Play you everywhere I go
Everywhere I go (Play you everywhere I go)

Yeah
Wanna put this song on replay
I can listen to it all day
I can listen to you all day
Hear you all day

Yeah
Wanna put this song on replay
We can start all over again and again
Yeah
Wanna put this song on re

Give it off
Feel it all crashing down (Down, down, down)
I’m so lost
I’m so lost in your sound

On replay (On replay)
(Put this song)
On replay (On replay)
(List-listening)
To you all day
To you all day

Yeah
Wanna put this song on replay
I can listen to it all day
I can listen to you all day
Hear you all day

Yeah,
Wanna put this song on replay
We can start all over again
And again
Yeah
(Wanna put) put this song on replay!

Yeah (Yeah)

Yeah(Yeah)

Calvin Harris – Heatstroke lyrics

[From Snippets]

[Young Thug]
I’m trying talk to you, darling
Trying pull with you, darling
But you hit me

[Pharrell Williams]
Tell me how you feel right now
‘Cause all I wanna do is keep it real right now
I’m trying to beat it up
Beat pills right now
Athletic in the sheets
I got skills right now
Red braids, with some red baby hair
Ballin’ in the club, Ace of Spades, yeah
Pop that bitch and spray it like raid
Yellow diamonds on you like a glass of Lemonade

[Ariana Grande & Pharrell Williams]
Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time
Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time

[Ariana Grande & Pharrell Williams]
When you like things like this, you set me free
How come everyone gets tired?
When you look-

[Young Thug]
Brand new trap, [?] real you
She got every red bottom like a baboon
Hundred bottles in the club, real one-roof
Girl you gotta keep up with the photo shoot
King of-

Heatstroke – Calvin Harris feat. Young Thug lyrics

Lyrics Calvin Harris – Heatstroke

I’m trying to talk to you darling
Trying to pull with you darling
But you hit me.(heatstroke)

Tell me how you feel right now
‘Cause all I wanna do is keep it real right now
I’m trying to beat it up versuri-lyrics.info
Beat pills right now
Athletic in the sheets
I got skills right now
Red hair, with some red baby hair
Ballin’ in the club, Ace of Spades, yeah
Pop that b*tch and spray it like raid
Yellow diamonds on you like a glass of Lemonade.

Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time
Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time.

When you look things like this, you set me free
How come everyone gets tired?
When you look…

Brand new trap
She got every red bottom like a baboon
Hundred bottles in the club real ..
Girl you gotta keep up with a ..
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K.Flay – Champagne Lyrics

Champagne in the kitchen not because I bought it but because
I’m crashing an apartment and somebody left it open
So I poured it in a cup, drank it up
I got the devil in my head but angels swimming in my blood
Plus the conscience of my dead dad
Plus my living mama plus my other father who raised me not to be sad
And my brother who says that he worries about me from my songs
And my sister who’s been living like a saint for so damn long
While I’ve been fucking sinning til the lights come up and mics catch us saying shit that we never really meant
Crew wears all black stuff but we all act like we’re so different
But everybody bleeds right?
Everybody’s waiting for the phone to ring
Yeah everybody seems fine
But everybody’s got pieces missing
At minimum I’d like a little medicine to make me feel like everything
Diminishing the venom that been harshing all my mellows I’m continuing to fight against the sentiment that make me want to die
In a world full of uptight gentlemen I wanna find a boy smelling like sweet cinnamon to quote some Tennyson while we take Benadryl to make my head a bit extra light
I feel it, I want it
I need it, I love it
I’m looking for something
To make me feel nothing
I feel it, I want it
I need it, I love it
I’m looking for something
To make me feel nothing
Driving through the bay, pray for understanding
I’ll be silent for a day, wait until I vanish and I’m fighting for a break, vacant kind of passion
Never really can account for all the ways in which I’ve acted
Tried to call my daddy but he’s been gone a decade so I’m drinking like an addict til I’m fucking with a headache
Happiness sporadic so I’m crying on a Wednesday
Not trying to be combative but I’m dealing with some dead weight
Verbalize the hurt inside make me wanna burn alive
My heart was never broken it was circumcised

Soulja Boy – So Crazy Lyrics

[Chorus: Ronnie Diez]
I get far attention
Shawty what you want?
Imma beat my meat
Baby what you want?
Got me crazy, got me crazy
Yeah, you so crazy, you so crazy
I get far attention
Shawty what you want?
Imma beat my meat
Baby what you want?
Got me crazy, got me crazy
Yeah, you so crazy, you so crazy

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
I pull up in a Maybach
Pinkie ring cost 8 stacks
Lambo, that’s mad black
We talk the swag, I’m into that
They damn mad, ’cause I’m hot now
I pull up with the top down
I hop out on gettin’ money
Yeah, bottles on my feet
Stay stuntin’
Goin’ on a 4
Know I got a check
I keep diamonds in my teeth
Diamonds on my neck
Hop in at the Double O
Know I gotta flex
Goin’ out the tax
Goin’ out, I’m into that

[Chorus: Ronnie Diez]
I get far attention
Shawty what you want?
Imma beat my meat
Baby what you want?
Got me crazy, got me crazy
Yeah, you so crazy, you so crazy
I get far attention
Shawty what you want?
Imma beat my meat
Baby what you want?
Got me crazy, got me crazy
Yeah, you so crazy, you so crazy

G-Eazy – Guala Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Carnage]
I like the guala guala part
Ayy, see, yeah, you hear them diamonds bitch
(Yeah) You hear them diamonds bitch
I’m, I’m worth, I’m worth forty five million
(Yeah) Me and G together, we’re worth three hundred million
He got more money than me ’cause he’s white
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Pre-Hook: DJ Carnage]
Yeah, yeah, I’m gassin’, woah
You ain’t ’bout that action, no, woah
Yeah, yeah I’m ‘laxin’, woah
Your bitch is cashin’

[Hook: DJ Carnage & G-Eazy]
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
Guala guala, guala guala
Guala guala, yeah guala guala, yeah
Guala guala, yeah
Me and Carnage
Guala guala, yeah

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Guala, guala, guala guala
I’m livin’ like it’s no tomorrow
Don’t loan my style, won’t let you borrow
You thirsty, have a glass of water
I’m killing these beats, there’ll be more dead
I put my dick on her forehead
Less conversation and more head
Emergency, this is a code red
Guala, guala, guala guala
She said her name but I forgot it
I seen it, liked it, so I copped it
If you ain’t talkin’ money, change the topic
Afterparty in the hills
She want Vodka and pills
She so numb she don’t feel
Always stay active, we stay in the field
Man, god damn it’s too real
Crazy, Amityville

[Pre-Hook: DJ Carnage]
Yeah, yeah, I’m gassin’, woah
You ain’t ’bout that action, no, woah
Yeah, yeah I’m ‘laxin’, woah
Your bitch is cashin’

[Hook: DJ Carnage & G-Eazy]
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
Guala guala, guala guala
Guala guala, yeah guala guala, yeah
(Thirty rack, Thiry rack homie)
Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah

[Verse 2: DJ Carnage]
Guala guala on my dick
Guala guala on your bitch, bitch
Guala guala on my wrist
Diamonds lookin’ like piss
Forty hoes on my dick, huh
Fifty hoes on my dick, woah
Sixty hoes on my dick, woah
God damn, a nigga rich, bing
Bitch Cuban, she don’t talk a lot
All she knows is to fuck a lot
She break it down for a nigga
She shoot a nigga if you talk a lot
‘Cause I’m bad to the bone
All diamonds, straight froze
If you fuck with my nigga
I’mma have to let it go

[Pre-Hook: DJ Carnage]
Yeah, yeah, I’m gassin’, woah
You ain’t ’bout that action, no, woah
Yeah, yeah I’m ‘laxin’, woah
Your bitch is cashin’

[Hook: DJ Carnage & G-Eazy]
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
Guala guala, guala guala
Guala guala, yeah guala guala, yeah
Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah
Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah

[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
Me and Carnage, we don’t lose
I don’t chase, I go choose
I drink water, I drink booze
Fresh clothes, new shoes
Aw this shit is [?]
Get money out a bitch is my J-O-B
I just smoke, drink, stay lowkey
God damn these bitches stay on G
I’m baffled the fuck boy that hate on me
I give the game that they don’t see
If they know me, they don’t pay no fee
I’m the weather channel man at KOD
It’s lit like a matchbook
If she [?] with an [?]
And if I take her out in front of you
She comin’, she don’t come with you
Mmm, that’s a bad look

[Pre-Hook: DJ Carnage]
Yeah, yeah, I’m gassin’, woah
You ain’t ’bout that action, no, woah
Yeah, yeah I’m ‘laxin’, woah
Your bitch is cashin’

[Bridge: Spoken]
Ayy look, I don’t care what anybody tells you about money
I hear all these guys saying, man, money don’t matter
If you follow the money, if you just work for money
Oh my god, you’re going to fail
Let me tell you something
Go get that money
Go chase that money
Hahaha

[Hook: DJ Carnage & G-Eazy]
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
Guala guala, guala guala
Guala guala, yeah guala guala, yeah
(Go get that money)
Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah
(Go chase that)
Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah

Trinidad James – Daddy Dick (feat. Bankroll Fresh)

[Hook: Trinidad James]
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special

[Verse 1: Trinidad James]
I wanna give her the daddy dick
I wanna make her feel special
One hand, I give her I give her the daddy dick
Two hands, I’m giving her extra
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
Two hands, that mean that I’m ready
No hands, that mean that I’m flexin’
You bend her over, get a heart attack
I bend her over, and handle that
I put the hoe in the ambulance
Hit that pussy, do the hammer dance
Somebody get me a cameraman
Somebody get me a UBER!
All these hoes gotta go
I got some more I’m recruiting

[Hook: Trinidad James]
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special

[Verse 2: Bankroll Fresh]
Hit the hoe with that dick
We smokin’, fuck, that was it
I didn’t even spend the night
Been cooking fish ‘n grits
I made her buy me a fit
I made her buy me some kicks
She trippin’, she jump through a fit
I hit her with the Daddy Dick
That lil’ hoe thank she so special
That lil’ hoe actin’ so extra
I’m in this bitch spending extras
My pockets on Nutty Professor
I’m pimpin these hoes like Hugh Hefner
I did a 1 8 in the Tesla
You loving these hoes, you a failure
I call your homeboy and I tell him I put…

[Hook: Trinidad James]
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special

[Outro: Trinidad James]
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
Two hands, that mean that I’m ready
No hands, that mean that I’m flexin’
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
Two hands, that mean that I’m ready
No hands, that mean that I’m flexin’
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
Two hands, that mean that I’m ready
No hands, that mean that I’m flexin’
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
Two hands, that mean that I’m ready
No hands, that mean that I’m flexin’
FATHER FIGURE!

PJ Morton – Claustrophobic (feat. Pell)

[Intro]
Just gotta be me
So many voices

[Verse 1]
PJ, you’re not mainstream enough, yeah
Would you consider us changing some stone?
Like everything about who you are, ah
No offense, we’re just trying to make you a star

[Chorus]
But I must admit, I’m claustrophobic
I have a hard time trying to fit into your small mind
And I have a habit of dreaming bigger than anything
I can see right in front of me

[Verse 2]
PJ, you’re not quite street enough
Thug life my nigga
Actor, little more time
Oh, can you switch your star up a little more?
You can be yourself, lay down for now
And need the religion

[Chorus]
But I must admit, I’m claustrophobic
I have a hard time trying to fit into your small mind
And I have a habit of dreaming bigger than anything
I can see right in front of me

[Bridge]
Can’t see, the forrest for the trees
The movement for the breeze
Standing on my own feet
Can’t see, what you might want from me
Think it’s better if we be ourselves

[Verse 3]
They clatch into my talents more than Catholics do arousery
Steady ass, wear that accent, travel you from New Orleans
Go so, why I dabble with negative energy
When all I really fiend is imposi sensibility
Not the hardest rapper but I’m ’bout it much as Master P
Don’t play with me, five-0 for my home
Don’t you know that
Flooding through the streets
You should probably take a kodak
Codo synthesize probably right in front eyes
Made a trip to Cali and came back a different guy
Living through the same eyes, riding Uber, still got drived
The truest never lie and I need a little space
‘Cause I’m bad at doing me
Just reside if you are late

[Chorus]
I’m claustrophobic
I have a hard time to fit into your small mind
And I have a habit of dreaming bigger than anything
I can see right in front of me

[Outro]
Another man, just gotta be you
I think that the thing makes us unique
It’s our differences with our treasures
Somebody always tryna make you fit in a box
And never seen again, don’t think it’s possible

The Chainsmokers – The One

[Verse 1]
You know, I’m sorry
I won’t make it to your party
Got caught up in my own selfishness
It won’t let me be a part of this
And I know I’ve started
Drifting off every second
I can’t wait to leave as soon as I arrive
I count the seconds

[Chorus]
Down and down we go
We’ll torch this place we know
Before one of us takes a chance
And breaks this, I won’t be the one
No, I won’t be the one

[Verse 2]
I know it’s pathetic
Fuck it, yeah, I said it
Tried to tell it like it is
There’s a chance that I’ll regret it, so
Let’s go, let’s end this
I delete before I send it
And we can play pretend
Like we haven’t reached the end yet

[Chorus]
Down and down we go
And we’ll torch this place we know
Before one of us takes a chance
And breaks this, I won’t be the one
No, I won’t be the one

[Breakdown]
(You know, I’m sorry)
(I’m sorry)
No, I won’t be the one
No, I won’t be the one

Sufjan Stevens, Bryce Dessner, Nico Muhly & James Mcalister – Saturn

[Verse 1]
Meloncholy creature
Paranoid secret
Hypothetic victim of prediction
I’ll consume the child that trails me

The youngest of children
A cannibal addiction
Innocent victim
Bite mark, body part
When in secret siege
We eat them

[Verse 2]
Tell me I’m evil
A capricorn creature
A chemical addiction
First incision
Take this body
Bloodshed for you

Tell me I’m evil
Invisible people
Continual affection for my action
Vampire creature
First born seeker

Ah ah ah, now
Ah ah ah, now

[Refrain]
Tell me I’m evil
Tell me I’m not the name of love
Tell me I’m evil
Tell me I’m not the face of god

Tell me I’m evil
Tell me I’m not love
Tell me I’m evil
Tell me I’m not love

[Bridge]
Where there’s joy
I bring you trespass
Where there’s light
I bring you darkness
Where there’s help
I bring affliction
Where there’s hope
I bring misfortune

[Refrain]
Tell me I’m evil
Tell me I’m not love
Tell me I’m evil
Tell me I’m not love

[Outro]
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love

Don Trip & Starlito – Boomshakalaka

[Starlito]
Pull up shooting, yeah I clutch .30’s
Just like Curry, but my cup dirty
I’ll shoot a nigga, like Future nigga
When Young Metro say you ain’t trustworthy
Does that make Trip Klay Thompson?
In the kitchen like Action Bronson
Racks on me like I’m Blac Youngsta
I’m an All-Star with cash money

[Don Trip]
NASCAR full of fast money
I fuck a bitch for her tax money
My bread dirty like Murphy Lee
But I’m Marshawn Lynch if you at me something
I’m so cold, I need a space heater, and a pair of mittens, and a chinchilla
Left hand shooter like James Harden
But I’m good with the right like Quin Miller
Blade sharp as a potato peeler
My clip long enough to say No Limit
My babies even like balling out they say "Daddy’s pockets got play dough in it"

[Starlito]
This my real life man it ain’t no image
All these rappers with the same ol’ gimmicks
Talk that talk but they don’t live it
We the Dream Team, ’92 Olympics
Pistol on me like I’m Pete Maravich
Shooter like I’m Peja Stojakovic
You would think I play for Gregg Popovich
Moral of the story, you ain’t robbing shit

[Don Trip]
Strapped like I’m ready for an apocalypse
Two percent tint on my rocket ship
Beam on my bit’ with a carbine kick
And a clip longer than a fucking hockey stick

[Starlito]
Two 9’s on me, I’m Jermaine Gretzky
Ten pounds of sour that’s a power play
Tryna get a check and stay out the penalty box
I’ve been grinding 48 hours a day
I can eyeball it and tell you how much it weighs
Sell you dry wall and tell you "Have a nice day"
On the Eastside that’s the games we play
But I’ve been trying hard to stay out of the way
I know some bad bitches that’ll lie to your face
Tell you that they love you then send my guys to your place
Naaah, and they don’t bake
Them niggas coming for them pies and that cake

[Don Trip]
And all they wanna know is the time and place
Money in the picture, I’ma find a way
I checked my schedule, my time is great
It’s pay day, it’s my kind of day
I’m back in the bitch like I moved away
Laughing at the bitches that I used to date
Bitch told me to buy her a Gucci bag, I told her "Shut the fuck up" like Juicy J
This hoe must be hallucinating
I’d rather throw all my loot away
I’d rather burn all the cash I got, if I tricked I’d never recuperate
I’d be somewhere in the ICU
Breathing through a muthafucking oxygen tube
Craig like "Craig, what happened to you!"
I’m dying cause I bought some bitch some shoes

[Starlito]
They lie so often, I get confused
I’m on my grind, yeah my office is my kitchen too
Everybody with me tote my bitches too
You might get hit six different tools
A .45, a .40, Glock 9, FN five-seven, and a couple Mac-11’s
Overnight trip, yeah we still pack the weapons
Though we might trip, extra clips for protection
This ain’t what you want, but that’s just a suggestion
Make it out alive even if I get arrested
Tell a hundred lies, but I won’t give a confession
I could teach a lesson on discretion, Lito

Parisi – No Refuge (feat. RZA)

[Verse 1]
I don’t understand how you’re comparin’ a man from a land
That was set to be a beacon of light for men escaping the plight of tyranny
And the wearily poverty-stricken children
Who are sincerely innocent to the bombs that dropped on their city
That cause disfigurement and injuries
Or the women that seek education and medicine
But are spiritually oppressed by those who don’t
Understand the prophet’s teachings clearly
As the yearly death toll rises in Syria
Creating more refugees
How can we dispute the truth that [?] man all fall down from the same tree?

[Drop]

[Verse 2]
I’m an innocent immigrant tryna immigrate to a land built by the immigrants
Where the face of a former slave became the face of the President
Where the hearts of the depraved men once brought his ships and crossed the oceans
Searchin’ for a place to practice their religion out in the open
And thus the country was made, yes
Let’s make America great again
But not a place that’s filled with bigotry, racism and hate again
Let’s fulfill the need of all men from city streets to coal mines
But don’t forget that humanity is the goldmine

[Chorus]
I wanna fall at the feet of Lady Liberty
From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Streams
To the land of the brave, and the free
Where there’s freedom of speech, freedom to teach
But they won’t let me in, no they won’t let me in
They won’t let me in, no they won’t let me in
They won’t let me in, no they won’t let me in
They won’t let me in, no

[Drop]

[Outro]

Mozzy – Scorin (feat. Lex Aura, Lil Blood & Slim 400)

[Verse 1: Mozzy]
That nigga told, he been rockin’ wit the rollers
Chain gang slimey bitch Rocky Balboa
I be on dope bitch fell into a coma
Really from the four’s had to get it off the corner
[?] and them smokers on the porch playing poker
Fo’ nick hefty, too bulky for a holster
There’s all type’s of bitches on my Motorolla
We pulling out the corner store wit hella baking soda
Another cold summer I ain’t seen a summer colder
Gang enhancement charges when them people roll up on us
They throw the hold up on us plus they boosting up the bail
The crime rate quiet all the shooters in the cell
It’s Hell Gang bitch i’m going straight to hell
Just made it harder for yourself it ain’t no way that I could tell
It’s either a maney jumpshot or hit the NFL
We fucked his career off he got possession’s for them sales

[Hook: Lex Aura]
One day i’ll be balling, yeah
I’m outside by the corner
I’m trynna get this money, yeah
I just flipped another quarter
Started off in a stolo, yeah
Now I’m sliding in a foreign
Touchdown city solo, yeah
From the bottom I’m scorin

[Verse 2: Lil Blood]
Blood!
Started off buying plug, ten for forty
Outside me and Dirt he was carrying the 40
[?] industry barkin rolled coke on the third
Trynna touch these five racks from the first to the third
Crack dreams bitch what you know bout cookin
Instagram flippin black gate we juggin’
Got whatever you need, just bring your lighter
Been out here all day and I’m pulling an all nighter
Pants dirty, black hoody I’m on a mission
Fuck these bitches, gotta get it I’m chasin chicken
Boiling water, add the soda watch it rise up
And Scrr, Scrr, Scrr, when I scrape the sides up
Nose dirty, snortin coke from all my zippers
Real pimpin, need dough from all my bitches
Nigga I was sellin coke to my own father
If I ain’t sell it to him he would buy it from my partner
Blood!

[Hook]
One day i’ll be balling, yeah
I’m outside by the corner
I’m trynna get this money, yeah
I just flipped another quarter
Started off in a stolo, yeah
Now I’m sliding in a foreign
Touchdown city solo, yeah
From the bottom I’m scorin

[Verse 3: Slim 400]
Pigs hit the block my real ones went to jail
Ain’t no money to post bail so they sittin in cells
My youngins shootin at civilians
I ain’t wit killin children
But it’s bracken blood it’s day to day
You caught at the gas station now a 40 in your face
Now who callin who phone, hut, 48
I’m the first to line up, I ain’t a second late
Slid off on some real shit
Real niggas feel this
I see you endin up in the ICU
Hitta’s know I rock wit the Hell Gang, and free my nigga Truth
It be the solid ones that go first, and the snitchin is bool
I bleed the [?] bag for bag, misleading these hoes
Still gettin it out the gutter and it’s me and my bros
I don’t claim to be, I’m in these streets, put it on P’s
Free real niggas, so fuck you industry niggas

[Hook]
One day i’ll be balling, yeah
I’m outside by the corner
I’m trynna get this money, yeah
I just flipped another quarter
Started off in a stolo, yeah
Now I’m sliding in a foreign
Touchdown city solo, yeah
From the bottom I’m scorin

Miami Horror – Dark Love

I can hear dancing

I can hear moonlight

I can hear footsteps following you through the night

I can see chances

I can see hazard lights

I can see you and I in the avenues in my mind

I can see you

Dark love light me up

Take me to the places you’re dreaming of

Dark love light me up

Take me anywhere that you choose

Every answer, every rumour

Every chance I get a glance at the future

I can see danger, a little confusion

I can see you and I escape the illusion

I can see you

Dark love light me up

Take me to the places you’re dreaming of

Dark love light me up

Take me to the places in you

Dark love light me up

Take me to the places you’re dreaming of

Dark love light me up

Take me anywhere that you choose

It’s white hot in the shadows baby

Take a shot in the dark

Shine a light on your darkness baby

Take another shot at your heart

It’s alright in the shadows baby

Take a shot in the dark

Shine a light on your darkness baby

Take another shot at your heart

Lucki – No Wok

Ah-dee-ah-dee-ah-…

I never used to cry ’cause I was all alone
For me, myself and I is all I’ve ever known
I never felt the need to have a hand to hold
In everything I do I take complete control
That’s where I’m coming from
My lucky number’s one

I’ve everything I need to keep me satisfied
There’s nothing you can do to make me change my mind
I’m having so much fun
My lucky number’s one
Ah! Ooh! Ah! Ooh!

I now detect an alien vibration here
There’s something in the air besides the atmosphere
The object of the action is becoming clear
An imminent attack upon my heart I fear
The evidence is strong
My lucky number’s wrong
Ah! Ooh! Ah! Ooh!

Something tells me my lucky number’s
Gonna be changing soon
Something tells me lucky number’s
Gonna be two-ee-oo-ee-oo….

You certainly do have a strange effect on me
I never thought that I could feel the way I feel
There’s something in your eyes gives me a wild idea
I never want to be apart from you my dear
I guess it must be true
My lucky number’s two

This rearrangement suits me now I must confess
The number one was dull and number two is best
I wanna stay with you
My lucky number’s two
Ah! Ooh! Ah! Ooh!

(Number two, number two, number two…)

Khrebto – After All (feat. Aiaya)

[Verse 1]
We’ll be back on the ceiling
I’ve been stumbling around, figuring out
How to get what I’m missing
I’ll shoot for the moon, won’t give up too soon

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve been your valentine
For so long
I was all yours and you were mine
For so long
Don’t any stars have died?
No, no
And we can still see them shine

[Hook]
After all
After all
After all

[Verse 2]
And I hope that you hear me
It’s been crazy these years but I felt the fears
And now I hope it’s not too late
Shoot for the moon, don’t give up too soon

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve been your valentine
For so long
I was all yours and you were mine
For so long
Don’t any stars have died?
No, no
And we can still see them shine

[Hook]
After all
After all
After all

[Bridge]
Lightyears passing by
Oh, you’re still on my mind [?]
You’re all I am longing for at night
It’s so hard to believe that you’re gone when you still shine

[Hook]
After all
After all
After all

K Camp – Big Tyme (feat. Dae Dae)

[Hook: K Camp]
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
I’m gon’ get mine, let my wrist shine
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
I’m gon’ get mine, let my wrist shine
Let my wrist shine, let my wrist shine
Let my wrist shine, bitch I’m big time
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
Let my wrist shine, let my wrist shine

[Verse 1: K Camp]
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
Threw that back though
We don’t wait in line
That’s an Audemar
Watch that bitch shine
Coulda bought a car
But I bought some diamonds
Thought you’d see me shining
Feel like Frankie Lymon
I know he ain’t got it
I can tell he lying
I can tell he trying
Bitch you know I’m up
If you want a feature, hit my booking up

[Hook: K Camp]
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
I’m gon’ get mine, let my wrist shine
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
I’m gon’ get mine, let my wrist shine
Let my wrist shine, let my wrist shine
Let my wrist shine, bitch I’m big time
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
Let my wrist shine, let my wrist shine

[Verse 2: Dae Dae]
Let the kid shine
Let my bitch shine
I ain’t got time to play
I got spots to lay
Hot Boy, Hot Boy
Young Weezy, AP, Young Juvie
TIP on that OG Kush
Yeah the King Louie, King Louie
This is an AP
This is a Rollie
This is a middle finger for the fuck niggas I hear (?)
This is set life, I got freak women presidential
Evidently they gon’ hate anyway, I got Camp with me

[Hook: K Camp]
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
I’m gon’ get mine, let my wrist shine
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
I’m gon’ get mine, let my wrist shine
Let my wrist shine, let my wrist shine
Let my wrist shine, bitch I’m big time
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
Let my wrist shine, let my wrist shine

G – Eazy & Carnage – Guala (feat. Thirty Rack)

[Intro: DJ Carnage]
I like the guala guala part
Ayy, see, yeah, you hear them diamonds bitch
(Yeah) You hear them diamonds bitch
I’m, I’m worth, I’m worth forty five million
(Yeah) Me and G together, we’re worth three hundred million
He got more money than me ’cause he’s white
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Pre-Hook: DJ Carnage]
Yeah, yeah, I’m gassin’, woah
You ain’t ’bout that action, no, woah
Yeah, yeah I’m ‘laxin’, woah
Your bitch is cashin’

[Hook: DJ Carnage & G-Eazy]
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
Guala guala, guala guala
Guala guala, yeah guala guala, yeah
Guala guala, yeah
Me and Carnage
Guala guala, yeah

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Guala, guala, guala guala
I’m livin’ like it’s no tomorrow
Don’t loan my style, won’t let you borrow
You thirsty, have a glass of water
I’m killing these beats, there’ll be more dead
I put my dick on her forehead
Less conversation and more head
Emergency, this is a code red
Guala, guala, guala guala
She said her name but I forgot it
I seen it, liked it, so I copped it
If you ain’t talkin’ money, change the topic
Afterparty in the hills
She want Vodka and pills
She so numb she don’t feel
Always stay active, we stay in the field
Man, god damn it’s too real
Crazy, Amityville

[Pre-Hook: DJ Carnage]
Yeah, yeah, I’m gassin’, woah
You ain’t ’bout that action, no, woah
Yeah, yeah I’m ‘laxin’, woah
Your bitch is cashin’

[Hook: DJ Carnage & G-Eazy]
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
Guala guala, guala guala
Guala guala, yeah guala guala, yeah
(Thirty rack, Thiry rack homie)
Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah

[Verse 2: DJ Carnage]
Guala guala on my dick
Guala guala on your bitch, bitch
Guala guala on my wrist
Diamonds lookin’ like piss
Forty hoes on my dick, huh
Fifty hoes on my dick, woah
Sixty hoes on my dick, woah
God damn, a nigga rich, bing
Bitch Cuban, she don’t talk a lot
All she knows is to fuck a lot
She break it down for a nigga
She shoot a nigga if you talk a lot
‘Cause I’m bad to the bone
All diamonds, straight froze
If you fuck with my nigga
I’mma have to let it go

[Pre-Hook: DJ Carnage]
Yeah, yeah, I’m gassin’, woah
You ain’t ’bout that action, no, woah
Yeah, yeah I’m ‘laxin’, woah
Your bitch is cashin’

[Hook: DJ Carnage & G-Eazy]
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
Guala guala, guala guala
Guala guala, yeah guala guala, yeah
Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah
Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah

[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
Me and Carnage, we don’t lose
I don’t chase, I go choose
I drink water, I drink booze
Fresh clothes, new shoes
Aw this shit is [?]
Get money out a bitch is my J-O-B
I just smoke, drink, stay lowkey
God damn these bitches stay on G
I’m baffled the fuck boy that hate on me
I give the game that they don’t see
If they know me, they don’t pay no fee
I’m the weather channel man at KOD
It’s lit like a matchbook
If she [?] with an [?]
And if I take her out in front of you
She comin’, she don’t come with you
Mmm, that’s a bad look

[Pre-Hook: DJ Carnage]
Yeah, yeah, I’m gassin’, woah
You ain’t ’bout that action, no, woah
Yeah, yeah I’m ‘laxin’, woah
Your bitch is cashin’

[Bridge: Spoken]
Ayy look, I don’t care what anybody tells you about money
I hear all these guys saying, man, money don’t matter
If you follow the money, if you just work for money
Oh my god, you’re going to fail
Let me tell you something
Go get that money
Go chase that money
Hahaha

[Hook: DJ Carnage & G-Eazy]
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
Guala guala, guala guala
Guala guala, yeah guala guala, yeah
(Go get that money)
Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah
(Go chase that)
Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah

F1Jo – No Beer

[Intro]
Ey watch me kill this shit
Switching Whips like a dealership
If you ain’t feeling this, then you ain’t serious enough
They bitch is curious as fuck, they see the crib they wanna fuck
A cold world who can you trust, I know for certain nigga you can’t trust earth

[Hook]
Long as it ain’t no motherfucking beer
Long as it ain’t no motherfucking beer
Tell the waitress to bring the bottles over here
I’ve been hustling I’ve been grindning all year long
Long as it ain’t no motherfucking beer
As long as it ain’t no motherfucking beer
Tell the waitor to bring the bottles over here
I’ve been trapping I’ve been hustling all year

[Verse 1]
Rollie on my wrist I’m ahead of time
Fifty pointers on the bezel that just shine
Scooper dissapear like a genie
Know I’m on that green like Luigi
Word to my motherfucking mama nigga
These niggas don’t want no fucking drama nigga
I’ll fill a millitant like Osama nigga
Got them chopper sticks in [?] nigga
Blow them candles out it ain’t my birthday
But I brought them hammers out, know in the first place
Got the plague waterbus nigga serve
You get served like a motherfucking warrant

[Hook]
Long as it ain’t no motherfucking beer
Long as it ain’t no motherfucking beer
Tell the waitress to bring the bottles over here
I’ve been hustling I’ve been grindning all year long
Long as it ain’t no motherfucking beer
As long as it ain’t no motherfucking beer
Tell the waitor to bring the bottles over here
I’ve been trapping I’ve been hustling all year

[Verse 2]
Rollie, bust it out
So you know I like to show it
In the club, popping bottles now
Ace of spades, Rosé the Moet
Clicquot, pop it for a for a freak hoe
Pour the champange, do it neat though
Spill it on the floor, spill it on the couch
Pour the shit out(Pour it in her mouth), shut the fuck up
You niggas talk money but you look like you hurting
Your bitch is too loose, they always be flirting
In the club, twerking that ass yeah that hoe be working

[Hook]
Long as it ain’t no motherfucking beer
Long as it ain’t no motherfucking beer
Tell the waitress to bring the bottles over here
I’ve been hustling I’ve been grindning all year long
Long as it ain’t no motherfucking beer
As long as it ain’t no motherfucking beer
Tell the waitor to bring the bottles over here
I’ve been trapping I’ve been hustling all year

[Outro]
Wassup with that
I can’t get you niggas you fucking rats
Hyenas only tough when you run in packs
I’m the lion the king of the jungle that’s a fact
I got heart and I’m running the track

Chevy Woods – Bank Of America

[Intro: Chevy Woods]
I got your bitch on my cellular
I’m counting up this is algebra
Bitch started tripping to hell with her
Real trees no medical
Keep it a buck with my guys
Just came from cooking a pie
Standing all over the stove
Suicide doors on the Rolls

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
More money than Bank of America
Look at my diamonds unbearable
Bitches they fuck on the couch now, I put the dick in her mouth
Drink out the bottle we faded
Hollywood momma I made it
More money than Bank of America
Look at my diamonds unbearable
Bitches they fuck on the couch now, I put the dick in her mouth
More money than Bank of America
Look at my diamonds unbearable
Drink out the bottle we faded
Hollywood momma I made it

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Swerving that Ghost up in Hollywood
Fuck her she sucking me good
You said I wouldn’t make it I knew that I would
Pull up in a Wraith in the hood
Flipping your bitch like a skateboard
No roof in that thing just a dashboard
Mansion we don’t got no neighbors
Bangin’ I trap with the Taylor’s
Look at your diamonds they fu-fu
Why are you smoking that boo boo?
I got a sniper gon’ shoot you
I’m a big dog call me Blues Clues
Look at my diamonds unbearable
Fuck around you might go blind
50 a rollie I’m shining
I got your bitch on a [?]
I’m swerving no license or ID
I was broke got a milli
Put the money in the ceiling
Bend it over lemme feel it
Money like Bank of America
Too many rings are unbearable
I got a mil on the schedule
[?] all my clothes I got several

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
More money than Bank of America
Look at my diamonds unbearable
Bitches they fuck on the couch now, I put the dick in her mouth
Drink out the bottle we faded
Hollywood momma I made it
More money than Bank of America
Look at my diamonds unbearable
Bitches they fuck on the couch now, I put the dick in her mouth
More money than Bank of America
Look at my diamonds unbearable
Drink out the bottle we faded
Hollywood momma I made it

[Verse 2: Chevy Woods]
I got your bitch on my cellular
I’m counting up this is algebra
Bitch started tripping to hell with her
Real trees no medical
Keep it a buck with my guys
Just came from cooking a pie
Standing all over the stove
Suicide doors on the Rolls
Tell ’em I’m balling like Vince
And my phone jumping like Vince
Out in Toronto like Vince
38 special hold 6
Never been friends with the plug
We exchange money and drugs
I double back in a day
He started showing me love
You mad ’cause I’m getting rich
Hollywood Hills me and Rich
She topped me after the club
I ain’t know that was your bitch
Creep through the city with tints
‘Cause I might be with your main
She liking all of my pics
She wanna fuck for the fame

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
More money than Bank of America
Look at my diamonds unbearable
Bitches they fuck on the couch now, I put the dick in her mouth
Drink out the bottle we faded
Hollywood momma I made it
More money than Bank of America
Look at my diamonds unbearable
Bitches they fuck on the couch now, I put the dick in her mouth
More money than Bank of America
Look at my diamonds unbearable
Drink out the bottle we faded
Hollywood momma I made it