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Earl Sweatshirt – Ontheway! Lyrics

[Intro: Earl Sweatshirt]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
These niggas know
Alright, check it out bro, bro, bro, bro
Look
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, shit, uh, yeah

[Verse: Earl Sweatshirt]
My mood really swinging, I peruse like a native would do
What I’m thinking I should do for the sake of myself
No games with this cash, go play with yourself
We stay on your ass
Your sense of safety melt in a flash, bang
Don’t know what I’ma say
Cause I don’t label the bags, I stay in ’em
See you shooting but your angles is trash
Don’t play with us, I revisit the past
Port wine and pages of pass
Momma say don’t play with them scabs
It’s safe to say I see the reason I’m bleeding out
I need you now, closed lips make the mouth breathers frown
Two’s a team, three a crowd
Twelve street, I kept some lean around
Help me, it’s been a minute since I seen a decent count
The wealth be the labor’s fruit
The loop hold up the belt, G’s felt
All praises due, the juice unattainable
Like Tang in the booth
Dark face on the news
Clouds grey on the move
On the way like the truth
Yeah, yeah, uh

[Outro: Gio Escobar & Earl Sweatshirt]
I said the dark face on the news
Clouds grey on the move
On the way like the truth (On the way like the truth)
Yeah, clouds grey on the move
On the way with the-

Earl Sweatshirt – Veins Lyrics

[Intro]
My nigga
Keep faith

[Verse]
Peace to every crease on your brain
Peace to who came before me in the game
We givin’ praise and glory to your name, kid
We cellophane your story so it stays
Since birth mama raised and burped me, I ain’t changed
I’m a man, I’m just saying that I stayed imperfect
Earl is not my name, the world is my domain, kid
Air Max 97, traipse on the pavement
Hair got knotty, let it settle on my face, I
I’ve been eating good you can see it in my tummy
But I’m buggin’, I’ve been spending more money than I’m making
Stuck in Trump Land, watching subtlety decayin’
I ain’t touch a xan, when it-
When it’s time to put my burnt body in a case
Tell my momma I said thank you
Tryna state facts, I’m tryna get through the day
I’ma play it back, I ain’t into showing face, kid

[Segue]
It’s been a minute since I heard applause
It’s been a minute since you seen or heard from me, I’ve been swerving calls
It’s been a minute since I heard applause

[Refrain]
Sittin’ on a star, thinking how I’m not a star
I can’t call it, dog
Sometimes I feel like I wanna call it off
I can’t call it, dog
Big dog, finna rip the collar off, uh
Sittin’ on a star, thinking how I’m not a star
I can’t call it, dogs
Sittin’ on a star, thinking how I’m not a star
Just can’t call it, dogs, ayy

[Outro]
Keep pace, my nigga (Eat paste my nigga)
“Be safe” she said, my nigga
Keep faith, my nigga, (Yeah yeah) ah
Me safe, she safe, keep pace, my nigga (Keep faith)
Peace, peace, peace, peace, peace (peace)

[Refrain]
Sittin’ on a star, thinking how I’m not a star
Just can’t call it dog

Lil Baby – Anyway Lyrics

[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I’m takin’ off again, suicide doors, I won’t let ’em in
Four or five cars, livin’ like a god, payin’ for my sins
And this life that I’m in important
I can hop in the Benz, a foreign
Marlo said they come in in the morning
I got vibes, every state I got choices
Gucci coat like we stand on the corner with Mitch
Like I’m straight out the ‘partments, I’m rich as a bitch
Takin’ mine off the top, let lil’ bro keep the difference
Put an A in Atlanta, stand up for my city
I was re-in’ up daily, they thought I was kidding
I was puttin’ my profit up, saved me a milly
I keep pourin’ up Fantas so shit gettin’ ridiculous
Hope the doctor don’t say that I need a new kidney

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fuckin’ cannot fumble
Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin’
I be rockin’ new shit, I got every color
This shit ain’t enough, I need another come-up
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fuckin’ cannot fumble
Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin’
I be rockin’ new shit, I got every color
This shit ain’t enough, I need another come-up

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I fuck with Lil Baby, no infant (Uh)
I used to make plays at the Quick Trip (I did)
I spent a twenty on Quick Picks (Tell ’em)
I run it back like a pick six (Woo)
Add it all up, it’s a re-up, man
I’m ballin’, I need equipment (Ballin’)
I just bought a lift kit (Yeah)
Said she fell in love with a misfit (She love me)
And fuck your opinion, you know how I’m livin’
My closet say, “To be continued” (Fuck you)
Back in the days I used to make plays
At Spondivits off of Virginia
Ain’t no contender (Nah)
Tattoo my name on placentas (Woo)
I read a bitch like a kennel
Made a half a mil’ in a rental (Woo)
All of my verses suspenseful
My cuz a blood, menstrual
He draws down, pants
I know that they care for your instrument
I ball, I need me an agent
I just might be your replacement (I might)
I got a whole lot of money
But I got a little patience
I got a whole lot of money
But I got a little patience (Alright)
I got a whole lot of money
But I got a little patience
My bitch a trip, vacation
Too many chains, plantation
If you a real nigga
It ain’t no expiration

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Gucci Mane]
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fuckin’ cannot fumble
Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin’
I be rockin’ new shit, I got every color
This shit ain’t enough, I need another come-up
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fuckin’ cannot fumble
Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin’ (Huh, Wop)
I be rockin’ new shit, I got every color
This shit ain’t enough, I need another come-up (Go)

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
They say Gucci’s a criminal
Flood my timepiece with emeralds (Burr)
Not conserve’ or no liberal
Donate Rollies for Christmas (Huh)
Heard I shop at Bar Harbor
I spent reckless on denim (Wow)
She so fine, got her addy
Fucked, told my folks where to send her (Well damn)
New ‘Rari, half an M
See the horse, know the emblem
It’s Big Guwop, it’s him
Always us over them (Fuck ’em)
Niggas say they gon’ do this and that
Then duck when I see ’em (Huh)
Don’t compare me to Slim
I could never be him (No)
Copped so many new baguettes
That I’m gettin’ sick of myself (Bling)
Big bully, crushed my peers
So now I pick on myself (Huh)
Highly decorated soldier, I got hits on my belt
Big diamond choker chokin’ on me, man like Conor McGregor (It’s Gucci)

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fuckin’ cannot fumble
Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin’
I be rockin’ new shit, I got every color
This shit ain’t enough, I need another come-up
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fuckin’ cannot fumble
Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin’
I be rockin’ new shit, I got every color
This shit ain’t enough, I need another come-up

Lil Baby – Crush A Lot Lyrics

[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay

[Chorus]
I can’t fuck with shawty, know she’ll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been goin’ crazy, givin’ ’em hell
She ain’t tryna go with me, I’ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl, I’m a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught, they gon’ give me the chair
Fuck the law, make ’em earn what they pay ’em

[Verse 1]
Ain’t no back and fourth with no bitches, ain’t tinted
Rolls Royce truck, bitch, it ain’t rented
And they braggin’ ’bout bitches, I promise we hit ’em
I flooded my wrist, let the bros split a million
At this point I’m heartless I ain’t got no feelings
Buy every building in the hood for my children
Like a Drake song, got your vibe feelin’ groovy
With no phone, we can make us a movie
I ain’t in my bag, I still got my feet out
If we wanted smoke with y’all, you couldn’t be out
Free the bros, buy my shit off the kiosk
I’m at the vibe with the spot, this the creep house
Lil’ shawty suck it like she just took her teeth out
Five percent tint on the whip, you can’t see out
Ready to set it off, Queen Latifah
These niggas talk like bitches, see what they be ’bout

[Chorus]
I can’t fuck with shawty, know she’ll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been goin’ crazy, givin’ ’em hell
She ain’t tryna go with me, I’ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl, I’m a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught, they gon’ give me the chair
Fuck the law, make ’em earn what they pay ’em

[Verse 2]
Ain’t no complaining, money coming in
Put it all up, do it all again
First you get a mil’, then it’s times ten
Youngest out the crew, AMG Benz
Stand up like a man, take it on the chin
They got consequences in this life of sin
Laugh about it, go in Gucci, spend a ten
When you come home, we gon’ all win
Go in any club and make it thunderstorm, this shit reckless
He gon’ knock you off with his Rollie on
Drive the Rolls Royce like a hotbox, really came from nothin’
Only ride with my security because I can’t be armed
Can’t get caught with another gun
They gon’ know me when I’m gone
They hear my pain inside my songs
It’s like switch, I cut it on
Pills kick in, gettin’ in my zone
Do my job, ain’t see no wrong
I’m never talkin’ on them phones
Feds gon’ try to do us wrong
Man, they got my nigga Long
Lately I just been alone
My cup, my strap, this microphone
Nobody know what’s goin on
Just glad I made it off the road
Granddaddy showed me life is a gamble
Ever since I been on them dice
They gon’ suck it up like a bowl of rice
I’ma give it to them niggas every time

[Chorus]
I can’t fuck with shawty, know she’ll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been goin’ crazy, givin’ ’em hell
She ain’t tryna go with me, I’ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl, I’m a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught, they gon’ give me the chair
Fuck the law, make ’em earn what they pay ’em

Lil Baby – Ready Lyrics

[Intro]
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I can’t fuck with none of y’all niggas, y’all disgust me
When you with your maggot ass friends, don’t discuss me
FN with extended clip, I hope them try to rush me
I hear ’em sayin’ such and such, a nigga ain’t gon’ touch me
Big body Benz, ‘member I used to be dusty
Now I want my money all hundreds in a rush please
I was sellin’ weed when they came out with white tee
Now I put a whole half a ticket on my white tee
Whole hood poppin’, other niggas, they don’t like me
Made her eat it up, she told her friend, “He gon’ wife me”
All my niggas thoroughbred, I don’t fuck with crossbreeds
Free all of the bros down the road and on Rice Street

[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready (Ready)

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Put some fine bitches in Margiel-y’s (Margiel-y)
Two new glass tinted, these baguette-y’s (Baguette-y)
Ain’t gon’ bash you bitches, I ain’t petty (Nah)
Just know we fuckin’, we ain’t goin’ steady (Goin’ steady)
I don’t wanna sleep, I need more Addys (Need more Addy)
I ain’t have no kid but I’m her daddy (I’m her daddy)
Better shake her ass like it’s Magic (Like it’s Magic)
Twenties in my pocket look like cabbage (Yeah)
Carats everywhere, I’m a rabbit (I’m a rabbit)
I ain’t Shawty Lo, but what’s happenin’? (What’s happenin’?)
We was taught to go, keep that cannon (That cannon)
I’m on fuckin go, I can’t panic (I can’t panic)

[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready

[Outro: Lil Baby]
Money conversations, check my feng shui
I buy Dolce Gabbana, Chanel, I’m on straight
Supermodel, her body gon’ be my entree
I been runnin’ with hitters, my youngins gun slang
Cars of the day, brand new Wraith
My life circle, mines ain’t straight
Bills ain’t late, paid no notes
I ain’t no joke, they want smoke
We exotic, start a riot, we gon’ riot
.223’s, drakes outside
We don’t get tired, we gon’ die

Meek Mill – Wit the Shits (W.T.S) Lyrics

[Intro]
C-Sick, C-Sick, C-Sick

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Uh, shawty was frontin’, now she throw that pussy at me (Throwin’ that pussy)
Told her meet me at the clearport, she got happy (She got hyped)
Nigga, you don’t want these problems, Lil Scrappy (You don’t want problems)
If you talk, when you see me, just don’t dap me, for real
Back on my savage shit, got that pussy off accident (Yeah)
Fuckin’ these ratchet bitches, stay on her knee like Kaepernick, yeah
I just been havin’ it, lovin’ this money, I’m passionate, yeah
Once I fuck like Meechy, hoe, give you my ass to kiss, pause
Nigga said he hit my hoe, so what?
Nigga, I hit that too, yeah
She said she don’t swallow, grow up
This shit grown-ups do, uh
I’ma put a check on your bitch ass
Homie gon’ spin back through, yeah
Catch you on the block where you swim with the gang
Turn your whole shit Piru-ru
Get some pussy on a plane (On a plane)
This the type shit that I do (I do)
Who your WCW? (Who dat?)
The the type of hoes I screw (I screw)
This the type of hoes I got (I got)
New Hermes flip flops (Sheesh)
If ain’t got no time for the hoe and I really like her, she’ll get a wrist watch (Gang)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Do a split on the dick (Do a split)
If you really with the shits, lil’ bitch (Lil’ bitch)
She ask her friends (What?), “Should I let him hit?” (What they say?)
She say, “Girl, you better fuck him if he rich”
He gettin’ it, bad bitch, hittin’ it (Whoa)
New foreign, whippin it (Skrt)
Blue face, crippin’ it (Crippin’ it)
I go all day, count them Benjamins (Benjis)
I’m rich, really is
You sick, syphilis (Yeah, uh)

[Verse 2: Melii ]
¿Quién es la mami que manda?
No tienes mula so yo te di banda’
‘Tamos fuma’o de la ganja
Pila de tigueres, rabia con alma
I let them eat up the nana, dip on a nigga, like, “See you
Mañana”
Baddest lil’ bitch in my genre
I got your baby dad fuckin’ up commas
Icy, icy, icy, drip all on me, watch me when I move (When I move)
If you like ’em freaky, baby, she could come here, too (For real?)
You could eat this pussy while I watch her fuckin’ you
Call that hoe a Uber when we done, it’s up to you (Oh, yeah)
Who your MCM? Bitch, I make him swipe
I won’t mention these hoes, I might give them life
I just want the head, you can’t spend the night (Oh my god)
Kissin’ him sloppy, callin’ him papi, that shit get him hype (Que perro)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Do a split on the dick (Do a split)
If you really with the shits, lil’ bitch (Lil’ bitch)
She ask her friends (What?), “Should I let him hit?” (What they say?)
She say, “Girl, you better fuck him if he rich”
He gettin’ it, bad bitch, hittin’ it
New foreign, whippin it (Skrt)
Blue face, crippin’ it (Crippin’ it)
I go all day, count them Benjamins (Benjis)
I’m rich, really is
You sick, syphilis (Yeah, uh)

Meek Mill – What’s Free Lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
You know what free is, nigga?

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
What’s free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain’t controllin’ what we see
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Through all the fame, you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain’t where I wanna be
Before I’m judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Stay up, I know these times ain’t true
Real life, what’s free?

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Since a lad, I was cunning, just got a pad out in London
I keep stackin’ my money, I’ll need a ladder by summer
AK shots, niggas duckin’ stray shots
Been a top dog, that’s before the K-Dots
Crackin’ in ’06, immaculate showmanship
Talkin’ like you Mitch, disastrous on the strip
Holdin’ on your bitch, coulda never sold you a brick
With them people, you never been on a list
Mona Lisa to me ain’t nothin’ but a bitch
Hangin’ pictures like niggas swingin’ from his dick
We so different, you thought these didn’t exist
The Megalodon never seen on his wrist
I’m from the South where they never make it this rich
God is the greatest, but Satan been on his shit
Walkin’ the pavement, I pray I’m illuminated
Over a decade and never nobody’s favorite
Pot and kilo go hand in hand like we Gamble and Huff
My amigo, a million grams and we count ’em and up
You was dead broke, I let you hold a pack
You paid for it, but I fucked around and stole the track
Screaming “gang gang,” now you wanna rat
Racketeering charges caught him on a tap
Lookin’ for a bond, lawyers wanna tax
Purple hair got them faggots on your back

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
What’s free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain’t controllin’ what we see
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Through all the fame, you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain’t where I wanna be
Before I’m judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Stay up, I know these times ain’t true
Real life, what’s free? (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Fed investigations, heard they plottin’ like I trap
20 mill’ in cash, they know I got that off of rap
Maybe it’s the Michael Rubins or the Robert Krafts
Or the billionaire from Marcy, in a way they got my back, uh
See how I prevailed now they try to knock me back, uh
Locked me in a cell for all them nights and I won’t snap, uh
Two-fifty a show and they still think I’m sellin’ crack, uh
When you bring my name up to the judge, just tell him facts
Tell him how we fundin’ all these kids to go to college
Tell him how we ceasin’ all these wars, stoppin’ violence
Tryna fix the system and the way that they designed it
I think they want me silenced (Shush)
Oh, say can you see, I don’t feel like I’m free
Locked down in my cell, shackled from ankle to feet
Judge bangin’ that gavel, turned me to slave from a king
Another day in the bing, I gotta hang from a string
Just for poppin’ a wheelie, my people march through the city
From a cell to a chopper, view from the top of the city
You can tell how we rockin’, soon as I pop up we litty
Poppin’ like Bad Boy in ’94, Big Poppa and Diddy
And niggas counted me out like my accountant ain’t busy
That’s five milli’ in twenties, sit up and count ’til I’m dizzy
Phantom 500 thousand, hundred round in a stizzy
Is we beefin’ or rappin’? I might just pop up with Drizzy like

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
What’s free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain’t controllin’ what we see
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Through all the fame, you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain’t where I wanna be
Before I’m judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Stay up, I know these times ain’t true
Real life, what’s free?

[Verse 3: JAY-Z]
In the land of the free, where the blacks enslaved
Three-fifths of a man, I believe’s the phrase
I’m 50% of D’usse and it’s debt free (Yeah)
100% of Ace of Spades, worth half a B (Uh)
Roc Nation, half of that, that’s my piece
Hunnid percent of Tidal to bust it up with my Gs, uh
Since most of my niggas won’t ever work together
You run a check up but they never give you leverage
No red hat, don’t Michael and Prince me and Ye
They separate you when you got Michael and Prince’s DNA, uh
I ain’t one of these house niggas you bought
My house like a resort, my house bigger than yours
My spou- (C’mon, man)
My route better, of course
We started without food in our mouth
They gave us pork and pig intestines
Shit you discarded that we ingested, we made the project a wave
You came back, reinvested and gentrified it
Took niggas’ sense of pride, now how that’s free?
And them people stole the soul and hit niggas with 360s, huh
I ain’t got a billion streams, got a billion dollars
Inflating numbers like we ‘posed to be happy about this
We was praised in Billboard, but we were young
Now I look at Billboard like, “Is you dumb?”
To this day, Grandma ‘fraid what I might say
They gon’ have to kill me, Grandmama, I’m not they slave
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, check out the bizarre
Rappin’ style used by me, the H-O-V
Look at my hair free, carefree, niggas ain’t Nair free
Enjoy your chains, what’s your employer name with the hairpiece?
I survived the hood, can’t no Shaytan rob me
My accountant’s so good, I’m practically livin’ tax free
Factory, that’s me
Sold drugs, got away scot-free
That’s a CC, E-copy
Guilt free, still me
And expect me to not feel a way to this day
You would say y’all killed me
Sucker free, no shuckin’ me, I don’t jive turkey
Say “Happy Thanksgiving,” shit sound like murder to me
Smoke free, all of y’all callin’ out toll free
Label rob you for millions yet you wanna put a hole in me
Sugar free, seasoned but I’m salt free
You lay a hand on Hov, my shooter shoot for free
I promise World War three
Send a order through a hands free
Kill you in 24 hours or shorter, you can’t ignore the hand speed
On god, it’s off the head, this improv but it’s no comedy
Sign I fail, hell nah
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Hahahahahahahahaha

MISSIO – Kamikazee (Stripped) Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I am a kamikaze, I am so freaky
Freakier than a bayonet set on fire
That’s desire
I am a kamikaze, I am so easy
Easier than a bomber in the third world war
That’s for sure

[Pre-Chorus]
I shouldn’t want it, but I want it
And it’s killing my black soul

[Chorus]
I want money and power
And champagne and fame
I want money and power
My black heart’s to blame
I want money and power
And champagne and fame
I want money and power
My black heart’s to blame

[Verse 2]
I am a kamikaze, I am so guilty
Guiltier than a liquored-up mistress who runs to you
I am a kamikaze, I am so lonely
Lonelier than a patriarch labeled liar
Crushed empire

[Pre-Chorus]
I shouldn’t want it, but I want it
And it’s killing my black soul

[Chorus]
I want money and power
And champagne and fame
I want money and power
My black heart’s to blame
I want money and power
And champagne and fame
I want money and power
My black heart’s to blame

Money and power
Money and that power
Yes, I want money and power
And champagne and fame
I want money and power
My black heart’s to blame

[Outro]
I want money and I want power
I want money and I want power

Zayn – Rainberry lyrics

Rainberry, please
You think I’m on my knees
But don’t you worry
I know what you don’t know

Don’t even start
The truth won’t break my heart
No, don’t you worry
I already know

Too many bones inside your closet
You thought you’ve buried deep
But they never let me get a minute of peace
How do you sleep? Ooh

Rainberry
Falling on your blood-red lips
Why are your eyes heavy?
Is there somebody else you miss?
Tell me what’s going on?
Before I go too far
Said, Rainberry
Is there somebody else
Somebody else now?

Dry your eyes
‘Cause it won’t work this time
I already dried mine
And I’m not drying yours
Go wash your hands
But you can’t change the past
Ghost stories ain’t cheap now
You don’t mean it I’m sure

Too many bones inside your closet
You thought you’ve buried deep
But they never let me get a minute of peace
How do you sleep? Ooh

Rainberry
Falling on your blood-red lips
Why are your eyes heavy?
Is there somebody else you miss?
Tell me what’s going on?
Before I go too far
Said, Rainberry
Is there somebody else
Somebody else now?

Rainberry…
Rainberry…
Rainberry, please…
Rainberry…

Too many bones inside your closet
You thought you’ve buried deep
But they never let me get a minute of peace
How do you sleep? Ooh

Rainberry
Falling on your blood-red lips
Why are your eyes heavy?
Is there somebody else you miss?
Tell me what’s going on?
Before I go too far
Said, Rainberry
Is there somebody else
Somebody else now?

6ix9ine – NUTS Lyrics

[Hook, Lil Uzi Vert]
My dough nuts, yeah my Kreme too Krispy, you can’t kiss me, lick me
Asian bitch playin’ with my balls, so I call her Misty
I fucked Trixie, then I made a wish, then saw Icky Vicky
I’m not Mixy, you niggas too iffy, my Glock got a stiffy

[Verse, 6ix9ine]
All that talking, boy, stop (boy stop)
Heard you dancing, boy, stop (boy stop)
Need a lesson, boy, stop (boy stop)
Ain’t no missing, boy, stop (boy stop)
With that popping, boy, stop (boy stop)
I know what’s cracking, boy, stop (boy stop)
What you jacking? Boy, stop (boy stop)
What you saying? Boy, stop (boy stop)
All that talking that you doing gon’ get your boy shot (grrah, grrah)
All them hollows in his chest gon’ make his heart stop (blaow)
With that 30 in your face, like, “what’s in your spot?” (grr, grr)
Run that bitch, run that cash, fuck with us, you cannot (fucker, fucker)

[Hook, Lil Uzi Vert]
My dough nuts, yeah my Kreme too Krispy, you can’t kiss me, lick me
Asian bitch playin’ with my balls, so I call her Misty
I fucked Trixie, then I made a wish, then saw Icky Vicky
I’m not Mixy, you niggas too iffy, my Glock got a stiffy

Token – Treehouse Lyrics

[Intro]
Do it
Yeah
Ay

[Verse 1]
Tell a motherfucker, “Hey, Hi, How you doin’?” Everybody move it
I’ve been this way since student
Pardon my French, I’m fluent (Bonjour)
Can’t sitcom like Seinfeld that boy always moving (Jerry, Jerry)
Every time I’m in the booth I get better, I call it a room for improvement
Ay
Still not in my prime but I beat on my chest like a primate
At your neck like violin but I’m not violent if I got something to violate
I need a mom with at least two kids, can’t be with a girl that is my age
Too dumb when I tell her I love her ’cause I really don’t wanna know how a lie taste (Ay!)

[Chorus]
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Said take a seat)
You getting kicked out the house if you ask me to freestyle (I don’t [freak?])
Token in the building and you’re lucky if I let you in the tree house (Tree, Tree, Tree, Ay)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Woah)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Said take a seat)
You getting kicked out the house if you ask me to freestyle (I don’t [freak?])
Token in the building and you’re lucky if I let you in the tree house (Tree, Tree, Tree, Ay)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now

[Verse 2]
Just for fun, took a break but I’m not done
Why you think I don’t bite my tongue? Massachusetts, where the fuck I’m from
Ya’ll know whats to come, they think that boy young and dumb
Hold up, please don’t jump the gun, ’cause that shit pop like bubblegum (Pop, Pop)
I got a couple desires I shouldn’t be fiddling with (Fiddle, Fiddle)
I am not single unless it is double or triple the chick
Pull up with a hoodie all black with a fully-automat, with a rat in the middle of it
I get ’em shakin’ and stutterin’, this ain’t a riddle it’s Ritalin kid like that
Hit ’em with the curve like that (Like that)
Doctor Seuss my rap, I’m silly with the words like that
Sleep upside down like bat (Fly)
I’m flippin’ every bird like that (Flip)
This is like a holiday but I don’t owe you anything, so why you sitting on my lap?
Uh, Bitch, get off my sack

[Chorus]
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Said take a seat)
You getting kicked out the house if you ask me to freestyle (I don’t [freak?])
Token in the building and you’re lucky if I let you in the tree house (Tree, Tree, Tree, Ay)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Woah)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Said take a seat)
You getting kicked out the house if you ask me to freestyle (I don’t [freak?])
Token in the building and you’re lucky if I let you in the tree house (Tree, Tree, Tree, Ay)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now

[Verse 3]
Ay
Hotel to the show, show to the lobby, and it all started from a hobby
Worked for myself, only got a colleague
It’s Woodstock when I stack my bands
Young bandwagon, they pounce on me
Cash register when they count on me
Baby look at all the people surrounding me, pay ’em just to look out for me, maybe they’ll be a salary, I’m on top of the balcony, how you look down on me? (How?)
Who’d he cost? Me? About a G
Money on my head, that is not a bounty
Baby what’s a consequence, what’s a penalty
I decide those, I’m the fuckin’ referee (I’m the fuckin’ referee)
Airplane mode, can’t get to me (No)
Check my phone, who textin’ me?
I got

[Chorus]
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Take a seat, take a seat)
You getting kicked out the house if you ask me to freestyle (I don’t [freak?])
Token in the building and you’re lucky if I let you in the tree house (Tree, Tree, Tree, Ay)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now

[Outro]
Take a seat

6ix9ine – WAKA lyrics

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Catch an asthma attack, the way we pull up on ya
Put the pump to his chest, make a nigga cough up
You a bum and you stressed, and that’s why you lost her
Met a nigga from the X, niggas need to boss up
She gon’ eat, you want beef, but this ain’t no burger
All my songs on repeat, that’s what’s up, your word up
I was young with the heat, walkin’ ’round with burners
Wishin’ I could wish for anything like Timmy Turner

[Bridge: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Na-na-oh, nah-oh
Na-na-oh, nah-oh
Na-na-oh, nah-oh

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Why this bitch tryna play me? Are you crazy?
Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy
Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady
Heartbreakin’ on the daily, can you save me?
Why is bitches tryna play me? Are you crazy?
I can’t let her have my baby, you not my baby
I can’t let her have my baby, I’m actin’ shady
Heartbreaking on the daily, can you save me?

[Verse 2: 6ix9ine]
Y’all gotta move, give me some room, I’m ’bout to shoot
Boom! Everybody runnin’ out the room
Boom! Everybody beggin’ “Don’t shoot”
Boom! Nigga, who the fuck asked you?
You a bum, are you dumb? Try me, I got this gun
Run, nigga, if I’m here, don’t come
Bitch, you was expectin’ for me to hit
That’s a dub, I know you put a hole in that shit

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Sawed off in the damn drawer
Got the .30 in my drawers, gotta hold my pants up
Only time she ever call is for the banana
I don’t even check my call log, I don’t answer

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Why this bitch tryna play me? Are you crazy?
Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy
Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady
Heartbreakin’ on the daily, can you save me?

[Verse 4: 6ix9ine]
Why this bitch tryna play me? Is she crazy?
That bitch know I’m number one, like Tracy McGrady
Know I got this .380, it’s on safety
I know all these niggas hate me, won’t let it faze me
Fuck nigga

[Verse 5: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I’ma swerve in the Maybach, I’ma do some damage
Niggas sit the fuck down if you don’t understand us
I heard niggas talkin’ ’bout they gon’ run down on us
Pull up windows down in the fuckin’ Lamb’ truck

[Outro: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, yeah
Scott Storch

Los Unidades – E-Lo lyrics

And there’s nowhere I’d rather be
When they take with the one hand and with take the other
On the day all the hands go free
And the sun’s gonna shine on me
The suns gonna shine on me

O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo

Mama Maria, she would take my hand
Down to el Rio sol
Saying “oye for real hijo understand
Hands can hurt or heal so”

Tell all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
Free hands go

Mama Maria, she would take my hand
Down to the Rio and flow
Baxabana ogxam baxabana ngenoxoxo
Bexakwe yinuxba xaka

Tell all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
All the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
Tell all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
Free hands go

And there’s nowhere I’d rather be
Gonna raise up one hand and raise the other
Hurt me outside, inside I’m free
And there’s no enemy
Everyone is my brother
When the truth comes to set me free
And we’re not going to fall in and out with each other
On the day all the hands go free
Then the sun’s gonna shine
And the sun’s gonna shine on me

Tell all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
Free hands go

And the sun’s gonna shine on me
And I know, one day I know
The sun’s gonna shine on me
Let my hands go free
Let my hands go free
Let my hands go free
The sun’s gonna shine on me
Let my hands go free
And all hands go free
When all hands go free
The sun’s gonna shine on me

6ix9ine – KANGA lyrics

M-M-M-Murda

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
She want me, I ain’t want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don’t get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
Big bank, we gettin’ paid over here
Broke niggas, go stand over there
Fake ass hoes, go meet ’em over there
Little booties, they matter over here
Now stop

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Wait a minute, now I’m back at it
Back at it like a mothafuckin’ crack addict
Sex addict, I’m a mothafuckin’ sex addict
Hit shorty from the back, got her back crackin’
Back crackin’, b-back crackin’
I love ho bitches, that’s my fuckin’ problem
Yeah, I like to fuck hoes, I got a fuckin’ problem
Bang, bang, bang and a chicken wing, bitch
Yeah, I know you love how I put it down, bitch
Drop down and pick your weave up, girl
Drop down and get your Eagle on, girl
Head downtown and pick the eaters up, girl
You know them chicken-heads eat it up, girl

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
She want me, I ain’t want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don’t get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
Big bank, we gettin’ paid over here
Broke niggas, go stand over there
Fake ass hoes, go meet ’em over there
Little booties, they matter over here

[Verse 2: Kanye West, 6ix9ine]
That pussy get wetter than yours
That head is better than yours
I flew her out so I could fuck on tour
Flew her back ’cause my girlfriend saw
They tried to say I wasn’t black no more
About as black as Macklemore
They don’t like me ’cause I’m Mexican
Sent me back, now I’m back again
Uh, just bought a piece of Fashion Nova
Your girlfriend look like a ogre
Nigga, fat bitches need love too
My fault, Ye, I wasn’t sober
Who the fuck gon’ listen to Ebro? (Ebro)
All these niggas so emo
Fuck that nigga, I’m the mothafuckin’ shit
Another old nigga on a young nigga dick
N-N-Niggas tried to say that I was canceled (Canceled)
When I asked them questions, couldn’t answer
How Ye? How Ye? How, Sway? Nigga it’s fucking-

[Interlude: TrifeDrew]
Yo, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, woah, woah, woah
You cannot say that, bro, c’mon

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
She want me, I ain’t want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don’t get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
Big bank, we gettin’ paid over here
Broke niggas, go stand over there
Fake ass hoes, go meet ’em over there
Little booties, they matter over here
Now stop

6ix9ine – TIC TOC lyrics

Yung Lan on the track

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Okay, tick tock, Audemars wrist watch
I keep a stick, I keep a big Glock
You get hit, I do not miss shots
I keep a stick, I tell her, “Kick rocks”
Okay, get rocks, wrist go drip, drop
I do not kiss, you making shit hot
You think I’m dumb, I ain’t no kid
Thought you was in love
You ain’t my bitch, nah

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
She on my drip drop
She ain’t never went both ways, but I made them lip lock
Left her at the condo for days, she was at the tip top
Might as well throw away the key, I got the streets locked
I been drinkin’ all this lean, I know I need to stop
Hoppin’ out of stolen cars, and we shoot chops and opps
Two flooded out Rolexes, they don’t tick or tock
Lemme catch your lil’ shorty, she gettin’ picked apart
Everything up to par

[Verse 2: 6ix9ine]
I got them big rocks in my ear, nuggets
I got my whole team flooded
Saks Off Fifth, I’m with your bitch
She buying everything I wanted
She fly me out to Waikiki
LV all on her bikini
Take her money, go Houdini
I call her when I want eat-eat
On my feet, you see them CC’s
Neck and ears, you see them VV’s
On my jeans, you see them GG’s
Treat that bitch like she a fefe
Big body Benz, that’s beep-beep
Hit it in the back of the Jeep-Jeep
That bitch know she a freak-freak
And the pussy staying on leak-leak

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Okay, tick tock, Audemars wrist watch
I keep a stick, I keep a big Glock
You get hit, I do not miss shots
I keep a stick, I tell her, “Kick rocks”
Okay, get rocks, wrist go drip, drop
I do not kiss, you making shit hot
You think I’m dumb, I ain’t no kid
Thought you was in love
You ain’t my bitch, nah

6ix9ine – WONDO lyrics

Scott Storch

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Shorty, don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick, hey!)
Don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick)
Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (Hey!)
When I hit that, do a trick
Shorty, don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick, hey!)
Don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick)
Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (Hey)
When I hit that, do a trick

[Verse: 6ix9ine]
Know I keep a tool on me
I come in the room, I might have to move on ’em
Scope with a zoom, fuck around and boom, homie
I stay with a broom on me, better move, homie
‘Fore you in a tomb, on me
We gon’ bring the MACs out, we back out and spazz out
Yeah that’s a blackout, get dragged out and packed out
Yeah, my trap house, I call it the black house
We move the packs out, we gon’ blow the mags out

[Bridge: TrifeDrew]
All in, anybody that’ll do it (Hey!)
Everybody in the party getting stupid (Hey!)
All these thotties in the party, I ain’t choosing (Hey!)
I’m off the Henny and the chuck, I might lose it (Hey!)

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Shorty, don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick, hey!)
Don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick)
Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (Hey!)
When I hit that, do a trick
Shorty, don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick, hey!)
Don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick)
Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (Hey)
When I hit that, do a trick

[Outro: TrifeDrew]
DVDs, porno tapes
DVDs, porno tapes
DVDs, porno tapes
Do you beat your meat to a porno tape? Ayy
DVDs, DVDs, ayy, uh
DVDs, DVDs, ayy, uh, ay, wait, uh
DVDs, ayy
DVDs, DVDs, ayy

The 1975 – thank u, next (BBC Radio 1 Live Lounge) Lyrics

[Intro]
(Thank you)
(Next)
(Thank you)
(Next)

[Verse 1]
Thought I’d end up with Sean
But he wasn’t a match
Wrote some songs about Ricky
Now I listen and laugh
Even almost got married
And for Pete, I’m so thankful
Wish I could say, “Thank you” to Malcolm
‘Cause he was an angel

[Pre-Chorus]
One taught me love
One taught me patience
One taught me pain
Now, I’m so amazing
I’ve loved and I’ve lost
But that’s not what I see
Look what I got
Look what you taught me
And for that, I say

[Chorus]
Thank you, next (ooh)
I’m so grateful for my-
Thank you, next (ooh)
I’m so grateful for my-

[Verse 2]
Spend more time with my friends
I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
Plus, I met someone else
We havin’ better discussions
I know they say I move on too fast
But this one gon’ last
‘Cause her name is Ari
And I’m so good with that

[Pre-Chorus]
She taught me love
She taught me patience
She handles pain
That shit’s amazing
I’ve loved and I’ve lost
That’s not what I see
Look what I found
Ain’t no need for searching, and for that, I say

[Chorus]
Thank you, next (ooh)
I’m so grateful for my-
Thank you, next (ooh)
I’m so grateful for-

[Bridge]
One day I’ll walk down the aisle
Holding hands with my mama
I’ll be thanking my dad
‘Cause she grew from the drama
Only wanna do it once, real bad
Forbid something happens
Least this song is a smash

[Pre-Chorus]
Love
Got so much patience
Learned from my pain
And I turned out amazing (Turned out amazing)
I’ve loved and I’ve lost
But that’s not what I see
Look what I’ve found (hey)
Ain’t no need for searching
And for that, I say

[Chorus]
Thank you, next (ooh)
I’m so grateful for my-
Thank you, next (ooh)
I’m so grateful for my-
Thank you, next (ooh)
I’m so grateful for my-
Thank you, next (ooh)
I’m so grateful for-

[Outro]
Aah, aah, aah, aah

Lil Skies – Opps Want Me Dead Lyrics

[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
Du-du-dun-dun-dun, ayy
Du-du-dun-dun-dun, yeah
Ayy

[Chorus]
You can miss me with that fake shit
How you real but writin’ statements?
I’ma change the world, lil’ nigga, I’m not basic
Money in my hands, spend it all then I replace it
She know I’m the man, why she in here gettin’ naked?
My gang in the buildin’, we came up from dirty basements
Nigga try to beef with us, we left him in the pavement
Take a puff and all my feelings go away, I’m painless
Opps want me dead, we gon’ hit ’em with the stainless

[Verse 1]
Off a addy pill, I’m gon fuck her ’til she brainless
House up in the hills, all of my neighbors are famous
Foreigns in the front, you would think a nigga racing
Crack another blunt, now I’m higher than a spaceship
I ain’t goin’ out bad, I’m destined for greatness
Thought you was my mans, now I see you on some lame shit
Not part of the plan, always knew that you were hatin’
Smoke a ton of grams, I’m in love with bein’ faded
Stand on top of everything, I do, yes, I believe
I set the bar higher, I be workin’ to achieve
There’s not too many people out here doin’ it like me
My town behind my back, I got these kids chasin’ their dreams

[Chorus]
You can miss me with that fake shit
How you real but writin’ statements?
I’ma change the world, lil’ nigga, I’m not basic
Money in my hands, spend it all then I replace it
She know I’m the man, why she in here gettin’ naked?
My gang in the buildin’, we came up from dirty basements
Nigga try to beef with us, we left him in the pavement
Take a puff and all my feelings go away, I’m painless
Opps want me dead, we gon’ hit ’em with the stainless

[Verse 2]
Where you at? And where you been?
The money changin’ all your friends, now you cavin’ in
Hard to say, not like it hurts, they can’t comprehend
Feel like I been through the worst and they don’t understand
Know they want me in the ground with the dirty sand
But it’s not happenin’
I know you niggas cappin’ when it comes down to this rappin’
My whole life been a savage, never been the one for actin’
Out in Cali, Calabasas, eatin’ sushi with a bad bitch
Run my money up, now I’m livin’ way better
This exclusive drip, I can wear in any weather
Fly like a bird, why they tryna pluck my feathers?
A band on my shoes and 3000 on a sweater

[Chorus]
You can miss me with that fake shit
How you real but writin’ statements?
I’ma change the world, lil’ nigga, I’m not basic
Money in my hands, spend it all then I replace it
She know I’m the man, why she in here gettin’ naked?
My gang in the buildin’, we came up from dirty basements
Nigga try to beef with us, we left him in the pavement
Take a puff and all my feelings go away, I’m painless
Opps want me dead, we gon’ hit ’em with the stainless

[Outro]
Opps want me dead, we gon’ hit ’em with the stainless
Hi-hit ’em with a stainless

Lin-Manuel Miranda – Trip a Little Light Fantastic Lyrics

Let’s say you’re lost in a park, sure
You can give in to the dark or
You can trip a little light fantastic with me
When you’re alone in your room
Your choices just embrace the gloom
Or you can trip a little light fantastic with me

For if you hide under the covers
You might never see the day
But if a spark can start inside your heart
Then you can always find the way
So when life is getting dreary
Just pretend that you’re a leerie
As you trip a little light fantastic with me

[spoken]
“What’s a leerie”
“Why it’s what we lamplighters call ourselves of course. Leeries trip the lights and lead the way!”

Now when you’re stuck in the mist, sure
You can struggle and resist or
You can trip a little light fantastic with me
Now say you’re lost in the crowd, well
You can stamp and scream out loud or
You can trip a little light fantastic with me

And when the fog comes rolling in, just
Keep your feet upon the path
Mustn’t mope and frown or worst lie down
Don’t let it be your epitaph

So when is getting scary, be your own illuminary
Who can shine the light for all the world to see
As you trip a little light fantastic with me

[spoken]
“A leerie loves the edge of night, though dim to him the world looks fright, he’s got the gift of second sight”
“To trip a little light fantastic”
“A leerie’s job to ligth the way”
“To tame the night and make it day”
“We mimic the moon, yes that’s our aim”
“For we’re the keepers of the flame

And if you’re deep inside the tunnel
When there is no end in sight
Well just carry on until the dawn
It’s dark as night before it’s light

As you trip a little light fantastic
Won’t you trip a little light fantastic
Come on, trip a little light fantastic with me

[musical interval]
Oy, oy, oy

[spoken]
You’ve got it, now let’s get you all back home

Now if you’re life is getting foggy
That’s no reason to complain
There’s so much in store, inside the door at 17 Cherry Tree Lane

So when troubles are incessant
Simply be more incandescent
For your light comes with comes with my lifetime guarantee
As you trip a little light fantastic
Won’t you trip a little light fantastic
Come on, trip a little light fantastic with me
Trip a little light fantastic!

Kesha – Your Love Is My Drug (Demo) Lyrics

Maybe I need some rehab or maybe just need some sleep
I got a sick obsession, I’m seein’ it in my dreams
I’m lookin’ down every alley, I’m makin’ those desperate calls
I’m stayin’ up all night hopin’, hittin’ my head against the wall

What you got boy is hard to find
I think about it all the time
I’m all strung out, my heart is fried
I just can’t get you off my mind

Because your love, your love, your love is my drug
Your love, your love, your love
I said your love, your love, your love is my drug
Your love, your love, your love

Won’t listen to any advice
Mom’s tellin’ me I should think twice
But left to my own devices
I’m addicted, it’s a crisis
My friends think I’ve gone crazy
My judgement’s gettin’ kinda hazy
My steeze is gonna be affected
If I keep it up like a love sick crackhead

What you got boy is hard to find
I think about it all the time
I’m all strung out, my heart is fried
I just can’t get you off my mind

Because your love, your love, your love is my drug
Your love, your love, your love
I said your love, your love, your love is my drug
Your love, your love, your love

I don’t care what people say
The rush is worth the price I pay
I get so high when you’re with me
But crash and crave you when you leave
Hey so I got a question
Do you wanna have a slumber party in my basement
Do I make your heart beat like an 808 drum
Is my love your drug
Your drug
Huh, your drug
Huh, your drug
Is my love your drug

Because your love, your love, your love is my drug
Your love, your love, your love
I said your love, your love, your love is my drug
Your love, your love, your love
Because your love, your love, your love is my drug
Your love your love your love
I said your love, your love, your love is my drug
Your love, your love, your love

Hey, hey, so
Your love, your love, your love, your love is my drug
I like your beard

J.I.D – Tiiied Lyrics

[Chorus: J.I.D]
I been so down on my that luck stuff ain’t lookin’ up I need somethin’ that’s takin’ me higher
And maybe I’m outta touch and in rush look life kickin’ my butt but that ignited the fire
And maybe it’s when I’m spillin’ my guts on you trustin’ me you lovin’ me instead you call me a liar
Or maybe you really hate me
You cane me
I need for somethin’ to save me
‘Cause little baby I’m tired
Yeah

[Verse 1: J.I.D]
How you gon’ dump me and then leave wit’ my hoodie
And you ain’t comin’ back give me back my hoodie
And now you tryna make a scene at the movies
You really wanna act bitch we at the movies
I want my money back I’m leavin’ for goodie
And I get mad, I don’t even wanna be here
And you get mad ’cause you don’t even wanna leave here
And now it’s bad ’cause we ain’t even seen the previews
And now she mad, takin’ shit to social media
And I just need you to tell me how you feelin’
And I just need you to come at me wit’ real shit
Botherin’ people ’cause we fightin’ in the dark yeah
We ain’t even gotta leave we gon’ still excuse the [?] yeah
Um tears in the bucket to focus
Fightin’ and fuckin’ and tusslin’ and fightin’ and fuckin’
Lovin’, lovin’ unless you lucky
I fuck wit’ you because you real and you beautiful
But still, starin’ at the screen only thinkin’ how I feel
For real
I wanna share my popcorn wit’ you
‘Cause I won’t eat the whole thing
But you still got an issue
And I been tryna sip yo’ drink meet the kid in the middle
But no, boo you, she just goes to the car
Pull up, she drove, didn’t open the door
So cold, outside
And ya boy need a ride
Oh God, it’s really a problem
And I’m so tired of

[Chorus: J.I.D]
I been so down on my that luck stuff ain’t lookin’ up I need somethin’ that’s takin’ me higher
And maybe I’m outta touch and in rush look life kickin’ my butt but that ignited the fire
And maybe it’s when I’m spillin’ my guts on you trustin’ me you lovin’ me instead you call me a liar
Or maybe you really hate me
You cane me
I need for somethin’ to save me
‘Cause little baby I’m tired
Yeah
I’m tired baby

[Verse 2: 6lack, 6lack & Ella Mai]
Hey, how you gon’ leave wit’ yo number on my phone bill (Bill)
Look inside yo’ wallet you got one bill (Bill)
Never got a job but you want chill (Chill)
Girl that shit is unreal (Unreal)
I’m feelin’ a little sluggish
You think I’m entertainin’ all the rubbish
It’s a no from me dawg
I guess I gotta let you free fall
Flippin’ through my shit like we in a gym now
I’m talkin’ my shit ’cause I’m off the Hen’ dawg
If I uh
There ain’t nothin’ left to admire
I been listenin’ to Mýa like woah
Don’t you let the love turn to pyro
How you let it drag on, spyro
Goin’ ’em at right hand, spirals
I’m seein’ Z after Z after Z
He, wait who after me, huh (Huh?)
Wait, don’t actually explain it and I don’t wanna know
I’m tired every time I come home
She all alone, it ain’t my fault
I’m livin’ life, she in the dark (Yeah, yeah)
Ain’t got no bite, a lot of bark
I clear the room, so we can talk

[Chorus: J.I.D]
I been so down on my that luck stuff ain’t lookin’ up I need somethin’ that’s takin’ me higher
And maybe you mighta touchin’ and rushin’ look life kickin’ my butt but that ignited the fire
And maybe it’s when I’m spillin’ my guts on you
I’m trustin’ you’ll lovin’ me instead you call me a liar
Or maybe you really hate me
You can’t be
I need for somethin’ to save me
‘Cause little baby I’m tired

[Verse 3: Ella Mai]
Tired (Tired)
That makes two of us
I’m a liar (Liar)
Where’s the truth in that?
I can’t figure how you run your mouth
You been so down on your luck, and stuff ain’t lookin’ up you need somethin’ that’s takin’ you higher
Maybe you’re out of touch in a rush
And life been kickin’ your butt, but that ignited your fire
And baby it’s when you’re spillin’ your guts
You don’t trust me, love me
‘Stead he call me a liar
Oh baby you really hate me, you can’t be
You need for somethin’ to say
‘Cause little baby you tired
Tired

[Outro]
Public service announcement
Niggas ain’t shit
(Niggas ain’t shit but a tongue and a dick)
Hey
(Niggas ain’t shit but a) What? (And a dick)
Niggas ain’t shit but a tongue and a dick
Ok
(He ask me where I’m at like I owe him shit)
Period

Queen – Don’t Lose Your Head Lyrics

[Refrain]
Don’t lose your head
Don’t lose your head

[Chorus]
Don’t lose your head
Don’t lose your head
No don’t lose your head
Don’t lose your head
Hear what I say
Don’t lose your way, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
Remember, love’s stronger
Remember love walks tall

[Guitar Solo]

[Chorus]
Don’t lose your heart
Don’t lose your heart
No don’t lose your heart
Don’t lose your heart
Hear what I say
Hear what I say, yeah
Don’t lose your way
Don’t lose your way, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
Remember, love’s stronger
Remember love walks through walls

[Bridge]
Don’t drink and drive my car
Don’t get breathalyzed
Don’t lose your head
If you make it to the top
And you wanna stay alive
Don’t lose your head

[Chorus]
Don’t lose your head
Don’t lose your head
No, don’t lose your head
Don’t lose your head
Hear what I say
Hear what I say, yeah
Don’t lose your way, hey
Don’t lose your way, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
Remember, love’s stronger
Remember love conquers all

[Refrain]
Don’t lose your head
Don’t lose your head

Don’t lose your head
Don’t lose your head

[Outro]
Don’t lose your head
Don’t lose your head, yeah
Don’t lose your head
Don’t lose your head

Young Thug – All My T-Shirt Designer (Sing to Ya) Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey
I done sold all these (???)
Boss talk, with the family you know what i’m saying, ya dig
Wheezy beatz
Hey

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done got so rich all my T-shirts designers, yeah
I done stacked it up so tall need a ladder just to climb it, hey
You just got a flooded AP, why the fuck is you crying? hey
Put a big carat in your ring, sing to you like Mariah, aye
(???)
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I poured up a four then I spiked it with a Xan now my day real slow (yeah)
Imma go big, lit, jump off it, do it slow motion
Imma go put a nigga on to the drip, gone give em’ a potion (gone give em’ a potion)
Baby speed up, can you re-up re-up
I don’t give a fuck about your past
I give you what you want just ask
Start from the front to the back
(???)
Imma spaz on her man
Imma spaz on this (???)
Fucking spaz on his mom and dad, stiff a nigga I know you love that
I turn your rocks into sand
Your named engraved it on the plane
Delta and private ain’t the same
It’s about time for your upgrade
When I give you this name
I hope you don’t change
She looked at me and replied
She said man you know i’m with the Slimes!

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done got so rich all my T-shirts designers, yeah
I done stacked it up so tall need a ladder just to climb it, hey
You just got a flooded AP, why the fuck is you crying? Hey
Put a big carat in your ring, sing to you like Mariah, aye
(???)
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

[Verse 2: Desiigner]
Tell me ridin round for a nigga, tell niggas time to side for a nigga, aye
(???) that’s my little ride little nigga
We goin get it on outside little nigga
Bullets flying through the ride little nigga, aye
Overnight, (???) imma get it alright little nigga
It’ll be alright little nigga
All this lean got me drippin
(???) got me drippin, (???) got get it
Me and Young Thug, Birdman came through go get em’
All my niggas getting to the money, came back
Never fuck with you, (???) fuck with you
Rich man fuck with you, we goin chill on the paper and go get it
Double cup with two lean in the cup it’s triple, you be toting that shit and ain’t rolling with niggas
I got money, me nigga roll with a niggas, big beam and can’t keep control of it nigga

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done got so rich all my T-shirts designers, yeah
I done stacked it up so tall need a ladder just to climb it, hey
You just got a flooded AP, why the fuck is you crying? Hey
Put a big carat in your ring, sing to you like Mariah, aye
(???)
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Holler at your (???)
Go and tell your crew the plug
Go brazy massacre, then that lifestyle gonna boot up
Make me make a bad pull up
I’ll make a Jag pull up
Big booty imma jack uh-uh, but
If she ain’t fucking, let her cab pull up
Bout five niggas, (???)
You fuck niggas after me
The rats was chasing and they captured me
Rich school, i’m a graduate
All my old hoes harassing me, all these po-pos harassing me
How am I supposed to feel bad when every time I do it man they raid that
My paper say i’m claustrophobic, they still put me in the paddy-wagon
They wonder why we capping back at them
I fell i’m now i’m right back at it
These diamonds got these bitches staring at it
These diamonds got these niggas plotting on it
But how you gonna take something from (???), plus this blood money

[Chorus 2: Desiigner and Young Thug]
Tell me ridin round for a nigga, tell niggas time to side for a nigga, aye
(???) that’s my little ride little nigga
We goin get it on outside little nigga
Bullets flying through the ride little nigga, aye
Overnight, (???) imma get it alright little nigga
It’ll be alright little nigga
(???)
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

Young Thug – Far Away Lyrics

[Intro]
Celine glasses
Gucci red flag, ya dig
Uh
Aye let this mother fucka breathe before I even goddamn start you know what i’m saying?
It’s mother fuckin’ dripset
Yeah

[Chorus]
Aye
Let’s go far away, shit we living it up girl
I passed off a highway, imma leave the shade and come fuck up your world
We can go far away, we can go far away
We going far away, we living it up girl
I’m getting high all day, oh-woah-oh-oh-oh
Fuck yeah, fuck yeah oh-woah-yeah-yeah-yeah

[Verse 1]
Preaching to you like Creflo Dollar, and I like it when we sex oh yeah yeah (aye)
Make them bitches break they neck, yeah watch us
I got ten watches with me, yeah watches
I’m rolling off a jump man over y’all I got money old money, old banks, where I go to yeah
Got the three tone Patek it’s a one of one (huh)
Yeah that’s my son i’m a real one (goddamn)
I’m drinking this dirty, the top autovert yeah, they reading the verdict
Heart hurt me the nurse say
I heard that you raw dog, yeah
You burning the worst sages
I heard that she slobbed all yeah
Now she with your brodie, yeah
That front of the Cover girl
You fucking on all her friends
Your pockets on fat abscess
You fucking, she on your neck
Don’t call her she might go sick
And she got that lock like a pick, and you think this is

[Chorus]
Let’s go far away, shit we living it up girl
I passed off a highway, imma leave the shade and come fuck up your world
We can go far away, we can go far away
We going far away, we living it up girl
I’m getting high all day, oh-woah-oh-oh-oh
Fuck yeah, fuck yeah oh-woah-yeah-yeah-yeah

[Verse 2]
Choppin down a bitch yeah, like you choppin down a brick yeah
Split with your clique yeah, gonna split it with your clique yeah
Lick a lil clit yeah, gonna kiss a little clit yeah
Kiss her titties don’t kiss her lips, don’t come around with that trick shit
If you see the house i’m in, i’m always like Terry (it’s mine)
Tall bitch and she black like a berry
February birthday, boy you scary (ha)
Draped up in all white like the tooth fairy, yeah (got wings too)
Got a brand new machete, yeah
Stab him up and leave that shit dirty, yeah
I was taught to fight for it if it’s worth it, yeah
And I can’t hang with them boys, they discouraged, yeah
These niggas don’t wanna die
These niggas scared of life (they scared of life)
Catch em’ like they running wild (running wild)
Shoot em’ like hurry’n’die
She did it right, she did it right (ouu she did it right)
She like a Heaven in the sky (angel)
Flood her down with some prizes (flood her with some prizes)
Them the three steps before you wife her

[Chorus]
Let’s go far away, shit we living it up girl
I passed off a highway, imma leave the shade and come fuck up your world
We can go far away, we can go far away
We going far away, we living it up girl
I’m getting high all day, oh-woah-oh-oh-oh
Fuck yeah, fuck yeah oh-woah-yeah-yeah-yeah

6ix9ine – MAMA lyrics

[Intro: 6ix9ine & Baka Not Nice]
Uh
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice!

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (Hot)
Make her spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (Pop it)
Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won’t ever stop it
Little thottie, got her rowdy, choosing everybody

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Splish, splash, Apple Bottoms make that ass fat
She got that wet wet, got me blowing through this whole bag (bag)
She got Bs, spend some cheese, now they double Ds
Thought I had to free, kick her out, my mama coming home at three
Ho thicker (Thicker, thicker), thicker than a fuckin’ Snicker
Drug dealer, professional pot whipper
In the winter, buy your ho a chinchilla (Grrr)
I just bought my bitch them Kylie Jenner lip fillers

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Man, oh my god
She Instagram famous but she can’t keep a job (Ooh)
Man, oh my god
Swipe her 30-inch weave on her sugar daddy car (Ooh)
Man, oh my god
Her doctor got her busting out her motherfuckin’ bra (Mmm)
Man, oh my god
She Uber to a nigga with no car (Car car car)
Talking about the relish, I do not embellish
Jacket got wings, True’s got propellers
Gave all my old Margielas, to my boy Marcellas
Pulled up with no laces, had the whole block jealous
Oh, Jesus Christ, I don’t need advice
Wild nigga life, tell ’em read my rights
Man it hot tonight, look out with my ice
15 in the game, baby girl, I got stripes (man)

[Bridge: Nicki Minaj]
Ka-Ka-Kanye dress me up like a doll
Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball
Bitch, this the dream team, magic as I recall
Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls (Chris Pauls)

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
I was out in Spain rockin’ a Medusa head
I ain’t never have to give a rap producer head
If I do though, I’ma write a book like Supahead
This ain’t wonder that I’m making, this that super bread
Splish, splash, fuck him in a hurry, quick fast
Still a pink wig, thick ass, whiplash
Got him cummin’, cummin’, Roger over dispatch
Said my box is the best, he met his match
I got all these bitches wantin’ to be Barbie dolls
Barbie dreamhouse, pink and purple marble walls
Pull-Pull up in that Barbie ‘Rari, finna bury y’all
She threw dirt on my name ended up at her own burial

[Bridge: Nicki Minaj]
Kanye dress me up like a doll
Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball
Bitch, this the dream team, magic as I recall
Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls
Ka-Ka-Kanye dress me up like a doll
Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball
Bitch, this the dream team, Fif’ is on call
Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls (Chris Pauls)

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (Hot)
Make her spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (Pop it)
Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won’t ever stop it
Little thottie, got her rowdy, choosing everybody

Hillsong UNITED – Highlands Lyrics

[Verse 1]
O how high would I climb mountains
If the mountains were where You hide
O how far I’d scale the valleys
If You graced the other side
O how long have I chased rivers
From lowly seas to where they rise
Against the rush of grace descending
From the source of its supply
Cause in the highlands and the heartache
You’re neither more or less inclined
I would search and stop at nothing
You’re just not that hard to find

[Pre-Chorus]
O how far beneath Your glory
Does Your kindness extend the path
From where your feet rest of the sunrise
To where You sweep the sinner’s past

[Chorus]
So I will praise You on the mountain
And I will praise you when the mountain’s in my way
You’re the summit where my feet are
So I will praise You in the valleys all the same
No less God within the shadows
No less faithful when the night leads me astray
You’re the Heaven where my heart is
In the highlands and the heartache all the same

[Verse 2]
O how high would I climb mountains
If you reserved your heart to the heights
But you carved a river through our lowlands
‘Cross canyons far too deep and wide
O how fast would you come running
If just to shadow me through the night
Trace my steps through all my failures
And walk me out the other side
For who could dare ascend that mountain
That valleyed hill called calvary
But for the One I call Good Shepherd
Who like a lamb was slain for me

[Chorus]
So I will praise You on the mountain
And I will praise you when the mountain’s in my way
You’re the summit where my feet are
So I will praise You in the valleys all the same
No less God within the shadows
No less faithful when the night leads me astray
You’re the Heaven where my heart is
In the highlands and the heartache all the same
In the highlands and the heartache all the same

[Bridge]
Whatever I walk through
Wherever I am
Your Name can move mountains
Wherever I stand
And if ever I walk through
The valley of death
I’ll sing through the shadows
My song of ascent

Whatever I walk through
Wherever I am
Your Name can move mountains
Wherever I stand
And if ever I walk through
The valley of death
I’ll sing through the shadows
My song of ascent
My song of ascent

[Verse 3]
From the gravest of all valleys
Come the pastures we call grace
A mighty river flowing upwards
From a deep but empty grave

[Chorus]
So I will praise You on the mountain
And I will praise you when the mountain’s in my way
You’re the summit where my feet are
So I will praise You in the valleys all the same
No less God within the shadows
No less faithful when the night leads me astray
You’re the Heaven where my heart is
In the highlands and the heartache all the same
In the highlands and the heartache all the same

So I will praise You on the mountain
And I will praise you when the mountain’s in my way
You’re the summit where my feet are
So I will praise You in the valleys all the same
No less God within the shadows
No less faithful when the night leads me astray
You’re the Heaven where my heart is
In the highlands and the heartache all the same

Queen – A Kind of Magic Lyrics

[Intro]
It’s a kind of magic
It’s a kind of magic
A kind of magic, no way

[Verse 1]
One dream, one soul, one prize, one goal
One golden glance of what should be
It’s a kind of magic

One shaft of light that shows the way
No mortal man can win this day
It’s a kind of magic

The bell that rings inside your mind
Is challenging the doors of time
It’s a kind of magic

[Pre-Chorus]
The waiting seems eternity
The day will dawn of sanity
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Chorus]
Is this a kind of magic?
It’s a kind of magic
There can be only one
This rage that lasts a thousand years
Will soon be done

[Verse 2]
This flame that burns inside of me
I’m hearing secret harmonies
It’s a kind of magic
The bell that rings inside your mind
Is challenging the doors of time

[Bridge]
It’s a kind of magic
It’s a kind of magic

[Chorus]
This rage that lasts a thousand years
Will soon be, will soon be, will soon be done
This is (this is) a kind (a kind) of magic
There can be only one, one, one one
This rage that lasts a thousand years
Will soon be done, done

[Outro]
Magic, it’s a kind of magic
It’s a kind of magic
Magic, magic, magic, magic
Magic, ha-ha-ha-ha, it’s magic
Ha-ha
Yeah, yeah
Whoo
It’s a kind of magic

RiFF RAFF – Batman Freestyle Lyrics

What’s the business hoe?
Freestyle H
Bitch Stop Hating
In ain’t nothing

Popped up two times
Down to ?
Stay showing up in Alabama
Maybe hit the ‘Gram
Freestyle was outstanding
Call my yellow companion
Bitches looking good
Might molest the wood
Three whips through the woods with the ?
I done made my ?
Drank up a tank
Broke them boys off
Automatic car crank
Big dog bank
Two times I’m going to shine
Rise up and shine
I’m going to bump, I’m going to grind
Riding on the north side
Grind through the south
Wood wheel toss
Tooth star house in mouth?
Did in on the south
Did it on the east
Got pants with a crease
Starch down my knees
Got my niece looking good in the preschool
I’m going to do the fool in the damn high school
On top of the roof
Blowing on a KOOL
I’m a two timer
I done came down watch my car with the primer
Maybe with the candy
Hoes can’t stand me
Screens down watching Bambi
Watching what? Brandi
That’s Moesha
Back in high school fucked a teacher on the bleacher
I done drunk white
I done drunk stereo
I’m going to three wheel with the boy what? Mario
Mario Andretti no ?
Put a band-aid on your face like Nelly
R Kelly, I’m going to piss on the scene
I done drunk lean
Codeine fiend
I be on the damn scene
I be looking good when I swang through the piece
Let the boys know I done ate a piece of pizza
With the bitch Mona Lisa
Call up Julius Ceasar
That’s what I did
After ? Eishenhower
Im going to come down
Throw you off a water tower
What you going to do?
Brain done expanded
Rims are gigantic
Where that boy Danny
Danny what? Taylor
Danny what? Hawk
I done three wheeled with that boy Marshall Faulk
I’m going to go blind
Because of my diamonds
Broke a ?
Just 529ing
That’s what I’m doing
I done popped my trunk and three wheeled through ancient ruins
What you going to do?
Leave you at an angle
I’m going to come down like a damn Kurt Angle
In Bermuda Triangle, I done got lost
Pop me an X pill
Wood wheel toss
Laws pull me over
I ain’t even sober
I done three wheeled through the Clover
With the boy Lil Flip
Diamonds on my lip
I ain’t going to trip
I ain’t going to hate
I done came down with ice caused frost bite
I done caused a storm
In Desert Storm
When I swung my charm
Set off car alarms
It was with Saddam
Saddam Hussein
Broke them boys off
Let the fifth hang, swang
Let it swang ?
Probably was surprised
With infrareds in your eyes
Maybe if you blew
Grab your visine
Starch down clean
Riff Raff looking mean
Looking like a pitbull
Maybe blue nose
I’m going to pop trunk on
Fucking Pluto

Rita Ora – Cashmere lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah

City lights, blurry face
Been missing the feeling, the mistakes
Took a walk, fast pace
Shoes off, only four blocks to your place

[Pre Chorus 1]
Had to climb through the window ’cause you lost your key
Getting high with the lights low, had a few more drinks
And the next thing we know, your lips on me
Put it on so you can take it off of me

Cashmere, left it lying by your bed
It’s the colour red, how could I forget?
Cashmere, last night we made such a mess
I knew when I left I’d see you again
So what if I did it on purpose?
So what? Yeah I did it on purpose
Cashmere, left it lying by your bed
I knew when I left I’d see you again

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Left a mark on my neck
But I don’t mind and I don’t try to hide it
You woke me up on your chest
And tonight let’s do it all again

[Pre Chorus 2]
We’ll climb through the window, you can lose your key
Getting high with the lights low, had a few more drinks
And the next thing we know, your lips on me
Put it on so you can take it off of me

Cashmere, left it lying by your bed
It’s the colour red, how could I forget?
Cashmere, last night we made such a mess
I knew when I left I’d see you again
So what if I did it on purpose?
So what? Yeah I did it on purpose
Cashmere, left it lying by your bed
I knew when I left I’d see you again

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (cashmere), yeah (cashmere), yeah

Cashmere, left it lying by your bed
It’s the colour red, how could I forget?
Cashmere (cashmere), last night we made such a mess
I knew when I left I’d see you again

Key Glock – Once Upon a Time Lyrics

[Intro]
Glock
Big Glock
Sosa 808 got this bitch knockin’, nigga, ayy
Glizzock, the fuck?

[Chorus]
All these damn sticks make a motherfucker back back (Get back)
All this damn money in my pockets make my pants sag (Money)
Flexin’ with these racks, your bitch put me on her Snapchat (Snap)
I don’t want your ho, no, my nigga, you can have that (Uh)
Once upon a time, this lil’ nigga named Glock (Glock)
Got paid every day but he never punched a clock (No)
So he bust a couple plays, now he ran up his guap (Guap)
A couple niggas tried to play so they got they ass shot (Guess what?)

[Verse 1]
Carbon on me, yeah (One-five), choppers over here (Yeah)
Ice my neck and ear (Ice), yeah, my shit is clear (VS)
Flexin’ with no gym (Flexin’), I’m ballin’, broke the rim (Ball)
I can’t show no simp (No), never been a wimp
Big rings like a pimp (Pimp), all this money make me limp (Yeah)
I got all this drip, you niggas ain’t nothin’ but shrimp, yeah (Shrimp)
Pour it then I sip, now I’m higher than a blimp, yeah (Mud)
Roll another spliff, fire it up and take a hit, yeah (Hah)
Bust down my Rollie and I went and bought somethin’ fast
And I keep my rocket on me, yeah, you know that I’ma blast
Now I don’t mean to brag but I got a big bag (I do)
If a nigga make me mad, get to clappin’ like congrats

[Chorus]
All these damn sticks make a motherfucker back back (Get back)
All this damn money in my pockets make my pants sag (Money)
Flexin’ with these racks, your bitch put me on her Snapchat (Snap)
I don’t want your ho, no, my nigga, you can have that (Uh)
Once upon a time, this lil’ nigga named Glock (Glock)
Got paid every day but he never punched a clock (No)
So he bust a couple plays, now he ran up his guap (Guap)
A couple niggas tried to play so they got they ass shot (Guess what?)

[Verse 2]
Young niggas on go, got ’em goin’ loco (Crazy, brazy)
In my Benz with your ho, and we chillin’ smokin’ dope (Your lady)
Then she say your boy is dope, had to give that bitch a dose (Smash)
Knock her down like dominos, hit her and tell her, “Vamanos,” ho
Let’s go, bitch gotta roll (Gone)
Sticks at my shows, Gucci kicks, what are those?
Foreign shit on my toes, designered down to the floor
Hundreds got my pockets swole, forty on me, yeah you know (Glock)

[Chorus]
All these damn sticks make a motherfucker back back (Get back)
All this damn money in my pockets make my pants sag (Money)
Flexin’ with these racks, your bitch put me on her Snapchat (Snap)
I don’t want your ho, no, my nigga, you can have that (Uh)
Once upon a time, this lil’ nigga named Glock (Glock)
Got paid every day but he never punched a clock (No)
So he bust a couple plays, now he ran up his guap (Guap)
A couple niggas tried to play so they got they ass shot (Guess what?)