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Key Glock – Talk My Shit Lyrics

[Intro]
Hit ’em with the Jab
Buddah Bless this beat

[Verse 1]
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit
They like who the fuck is this with this ice ass wrist? (Glock)
And this fresh ass fit and this bad ass bitch
How the fuck he get her? Man, this bitch too thick
I’m courtside in Dior
Yeah I’m courtside with your daughter (Yeah, yeah)
Chicken strips and fries what I order, uh
And please don’t forget the honey mustard (Baby, please, uh)
She like she gotta pee, I said, “Go, ho,” I can’t miss the quarter (Go)
I do this shit with ease, I put the E in extortion (Yeah)
But I been comin’ down lately ’cause I been tourin’, yeah
Madison Square Garden, I seen ‘Bron score 40, uh (On God)
Man, I swear to God, in New York I had my forty (New York)
Money real tall so you cannot call me Shorty (Uh-uh)
With the same gang, never change, just like Jordan
My bankroll enormous, just like Norbit
Girlfriend, yup, got them big Benjamins
Big backends, yup, big dividends (Racks)
And that Benz, it’s so fast, it blend in with the wind
I need a house so big that the den got a den (Goddamn, the fuck?)

[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (On God)
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

[Verse 2]
Young nigga lit (Lit)
This young nigga lit (Yeah)
I hit my first lick and didn’t look back ever since, uh
Nigga, that ain’t this, yeah, I need every cent (Yeah)
I need mine like a pimp (Yeah), six figures on my fit (Yeah)
Let me kick my shit (What?), these shoes cost your rent
Bitch can’t get shit, might just give her a hint (Bitch)
I park the whip in the VIP, but I didn’t get some lip (Yeah)
On my pistol I grip (Fire), the only time I bust quick, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit (Hold up)
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (Yeah)
Bitch, let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

[Outro]
Glizzock

Rita Ora – Hell of a Life Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Black days
No headlights on the freeway
F*** everything and run, run, run
It’s just a shot away
So blurry
Why is everybody worried?
‘Cause I’m just having fun, fun, fun
There’s nothin’ wrong with me (Ayo)

[Chorus]
You look like you’d be heaven for a night (For a night)
Make me wanna die
It’s a hell of a-
You look like money, money, dollar signs
My ticket to the ride
It’s a hell of a life
It’s a hell of a life (Ayo, ayo, ayo)
It’s a hell of a life

[Verse 2]
Dreamer
Or maybe I’m a make-believer
Or a fighter in the stone cold war
Against the colour grey
It gets heavy
Tryna take it slow and steady
Oh, I can’t use your quick fix, a hit
There’s nothin’ wrong with me (Ayo)

[Chorus]
You look like you’d be heaven for a night
Make me wanna die
It’s a hell of a-
You look like money, money, dollar signs
My ticket to the ride
It’s a hell of a life
It’s a hell of a life (Ayo, ayo, ayo)
It’s a hell of a life (Ayo, ayo, ayo)

[Bridge]
Naked and unafraid
Washin’ it all away
Come pick me up
(Oh, what you waiting for?)
Burnin’ another day
Wasted and feeling great
Come get me now
(Oh, what you waiting for?)

[Chorus]
You look like you’d be heaven for a night
Make me wanna die
It’s a hell of a-
You look like money, money, dollar signs
My ticket to the ride
It’s a hell of a life
It’s a hell of a life (Ayo, ayo, ayo)
It’s a hell of a life (Ayo, ayo, ayo)

[Outro]
La-da, da-da, la-da
It’s a hell of a life
Da-da, da-da, da-da
Da-da, da-da, da-da (Ayo)
It’s a hell of a life
It’s a hell of a life

Key Glock – Bottom of the Pot Lyrics

[Intro]
Let the band play
Skrrt, skrrt
Yeah yeah, skrrt

[Verse 1]
Got a McLaren with the butterfly doors (Butterfly doors)
I drop the top just to let my diamonds show (Let my diamonds show)
What chain to put on? Eeny, meeny, miny, moe (Miny moe)
I pull up, all the kids screamin’, “Whoa” (Whoa)
They eyes poppin’, jaws droppin’, lookin’ like they saw a ghost
Red dots on the chops, yeah my nigga ’nem on go
Left a lot, hit the block, smoke some pot with my bros
Yeah, you know I’ma get it, get it in, go get some more

[Chorus]
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
This young nigga hot, uh
Bottom of the pot, yeah (Yeah)
Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah
I do what you not, yeah
Pockets full of knots, yeah
My pockets ’bout to pop
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
This young nigga hot, uh (Yeah)
Bottom of the pot, yeah
Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah
I do what you not, yeah
Pockets full of knots, yeah
My pockets ’bout to pop

[Verse 2]
It’s a bird, it’s a plane, nah, bitch, that’s Glock, yeah
Gettin’ throat from a thot, yeah, ridin’ ’round dodgin’ cop cars
Money long, I came far, life short, keep my AR
Don’t drink but I slang dark, no we ain’t the same, my boy
Playin’ in the foreign truck, AMG Benz Tonka toy
All my cars make too much noise, you niggas lil’ bitty boys
Hit it and you hear the horse, you know that I’m rich, of course
Ballin’, better check the score, I’m the on these hoes adore

[Chorus]
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
This young nigga hot, uh
Bottom of the pot, yeah
Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah
I do what you not, yeah
Pockets full of knots, yeah
My pockets ’bout to pop
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
This young nigga hot, uh
Bottom of the pot, yeah
Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah
I do what you not, yeah
Pockets full of knots, yeah
My pockets ’bout to pop

[Outro]
It’s a bird, it’s a plane, nah, bitch, that’s Glock
Nah, bitch, that’s Glock, nah, bitch, that’s Glock

Key Glock – Maybach Lyrics

[Intro]
Sosa 808 got this bitch knockin’, nigga, ayy

[Chorus]
I jump out of the Maybach, Gucci flops and a wave cap
I got all my chains on, but they like, “Where your shirt at?”
Bitch, why you worried? I’m flexin’ on purpose (Yeah)
Killers in my circle (Yeah), two straps on me, Urkel (Fire)

[Verse 1]
Goon by the beam, bitch, we tote a lot of things (Yeah)
Young nigga eatin’, watch me floss my flawless teeth, uh (Yeah)
Benz limousine, S600 killed the scene, uh
Summertime fine, she sip wine, I sip lean, yeah
I get dough, Krispy Kreame (Dough), bitch, this hustlin’ in my genes
Grandma house with collard greens, yeah, you know your boy was eatin’ (Glizzock)
I been pimpin’ since a teen, can’t you tell? Look at my rings (Bitch)
And I’m only 21, goddamn near milly worth of bling, yeah
I just pulled up McLaren, got these hoes starin’ (Starin’)
Doors up, eye candy (What?), can’t park it so I land it
Bad bitch bandit, I want her so I smash it (Come here)
I make it look like magic, yeah, watch me Shaq Attack it (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I jump out of the Maybach, Gucci flops and a wave cap (Glizzock)
I got all my chains on, but they like, “Where your shirt at?” (What?)
Bitch, why you worried? I’m flexin’ on purpose (Yeah)
Killers in my circle, two straps on me, Urkel (Fire, fire)

[Verse 2]
Ooh, alley-oop, I pass that bitch right to the crew, yeah
Feel like Uncle Luke, I make these bitchess how they boobs, yeah
Creepin’ with your boo around 2, and the coupe go two somethin’
Yeah, bitch I be drippy, I be killin’ shit, I’m gruesome (Drip)
Just hopped out of the Maybach
High as fuck, where my shades at?
Eighty in my Louis bag, can’t call this a purse, jack
TSA with big racks, they like, “Where you work at?”
And I don’t want no verses, man, these niggas too wack (The fuck?)
Cappin’ and they fraud, that’s on God, yeah (On God), uh
Lil’ nigga livin’ extra large (Large), on God (On God)
And you know I keep that carbon in my car, yeah, on God (Fire)
In that big body, sometimes hard to park it, on God, yeah

[Chorus]
I jump out of the Maybach, Gucci flops and a wave cap
I got all my chains on, but they like, “Where your shirt at?” (Yeah)
Bitch, why you worried? (Bitch), I’m flexin’ on purpose (Flex)
Killers in my circle, two straps on me, Urkel (Fire)

Key Glock – Since 6ix Lyrics

[Chorus]
I was just 6, playin’ with sticks, yeah
I ran it up, now I’m lit, yeah
Now this young nigga gettin’ rich, yeah
I used to take shit like the Grinch, yeah (Take somethin’)
Shit don’t make no sense, uh (No)
Boy your pockets full of lint, and (Broke)
Nigga ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit (No)
Them lil’ ass diamonds, yeah I had to squint, yeah
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
I hit your bitch, leave a dent, ooh
Drivin’ the Bent’ like it’s rented, ooh (Skrrt)
Killin’ shit, give me a sentence, ooh (Killin’ shit)
Bad as fuck, Dennis the Menace, ooh (Glock)
I bought my chopper some titties, ooh
I got no top and no feelings, ooh (Skrrt)
Young nigga give you the business, uh (Yeah)
Since I was 6, I been with it (Yeah)

[Verse]
Bitch I been gettin’ it (Yeah)
Young nigga and I got plenty (Yeah)
Hundreds and fifties and twenties (Yeah)
Stackin’ my digits (Yeah)
Hot like a motherfuckin’ skillet (Yeah)
Don’t put your hands on me, Willy (Hah)
Swaggin’ and spillin’ (Sauce)
Drippin’ in Gucci, Givenchy (Drip)
Louis Vuitton decisions
Cartier lenses, I paid a rack for my vision (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I see you niggas bullshittin’, my diamonds hittin’
Bitches fallin’ out like Wendy, ooh, Wendy Williams
Lord forgive me but I’m oh so serious, ooh
I be walkin’, same time swimmin’, my neck wet just like a pool
Spent a whole hundred rack on tenni’s, not talkin’ ’bout shoes
But I did spend a twenty with my crew and made the news (No cap)
Then I got this shit right back after I bust a couple moves (No cap)
Then I bought a couple jewels, they like, “Glock, you a fool” (Yeah)
Bitch ain’t nothin’ new but these motherfuckin’ blues (Bitch)

[Chorus]
I was just 6, playin’ with sticks, yeah (Glizzock)
I ran it up, now I’m lit, yeah
Now this young nigga gettin’ rich, yeah
I used to take shit like the Grinch, yeah (Take somethin’)
Shit don’t make no sense, uh (No)
Boy your pockets full of lint, and (Broke)
Nigga ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit (No)
Them lil’ ass diamonds, yeah I had to squint, yeah
I hit your bitch, leave a dent, ooh
Drivin’ the Bent’ like it’s rented, ooh (Skrrt)
Killin’ shit, give me a sentence, ooh (Killin’ shit)
Bad as fuck, Dennis the Menace, ooh (Glock)
I bought my chopper some titties, ooh
I got no top and no feelings, ooh (Skrrt)
Young nigga give you the business, uh (Yeah)
Since I was 6, I been with it (Ever since I was 6)

[Bridge]
No I never ever trust a bitch, nah (No)
The last time I did, I was 6, yeah (6)
I hit a ho and get away quick, uh (Gone)
Young nigga smooth like silk, yeah
Ice so cold, need a coat, yeah (Ice so cold)
I’m so high, no pimp (High)
I walk like a pimp, yeah (I walk like a, drip)
Bankroll make me limp, yeah

[Chorus]
I was just 6, playin’ with sticks, yeah
I ran it up, now I’m lit, yeah
Now this young nigga gettin’ rich, yeah
I used to take shit like the Grinch, yeah (Take somethin’)
Shit don’t make no sense, uh (No)
Boy your pockets full of lint, and (Broke)
Nigga ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit (No)
Them lil’ ass diamonds, yeah I had to squint, yeah
I hit your bitch, leave a dent, ooh
Drivin’ the Bent’ like it’s rented, ooh (Skrrt)
Killin’ shit, give me a sentence, ooh (Killin’ shit)
Bad as fuck, Dennis the Menace, ooh (Glock)
I bought my chopper some titties, ooh
I got no top and no feelings, ooh (Skrrt)
Young nigga give you the business, uh (Yeah)
Since I was 6, I been with it (Glock)

Empire Cast – Why Not Lyrics

[Intro: Hakeem]
You know who it is, man
The young prince

[Verse 1: Hakeem]
OK, crown got my name on it
Bow to the royal prince
Started in the game, and right now I’m going to finish it
Down, but not limited
Pain is my benefit
When you take the Lyon out the jungle, that is what you get
Rockstar, top charted
Aim and shoot, yeah, this money my target
Been around the globe
Everything I hold, turn it into gold
Watch me shine, watch me grow

[Pre-Chorus: Devon & (Hakeem)]
Come and ride with the [?] (ride)
Boy, you better get up on your dragon
All that cuffing, gotta do it from the side, yeah
Just make sure you don’t cross the line when I slide, yeah

[Chorus: Devon & Hakeem]
I put it on the line, every dollar, every dime
Why not?
I made it through the fire, came out on the other side
Shout out to my enemies, notice that they into me
Keep that same energy, wondering why I’m winning?
Hey!
Why not?
Hey!
Why not?
Oooh, ooh, ooh (Yo! Bounce!)
Stop it, no you can’t stop it, you know I’m poppin’
Oooh, ooh, ooh
Options, no other options, I gotta pop it

[Verse 2: Hakeem & Scotty Tovar]
All this time, I thought falling was breaking
But I was mistaken
I dig that, out of the ashes
The star in the making
I’m thriving, steady surviving while y’all just getting by
Don’t need the money to fake it to make it, ’cause the money never lies
Never lie
All these blessings, let me testify (Hallelujah)
All these doors that open up, prefer ’em suicide

[Pre-Chorus: Devon]
It’s a celebration
Come and join the conversation
Yeah, you know the reputation
So, baby, don’t ever play yourself
[Chorus: Devon & Hakeem]
I put it on the line, every dollar, every dime
Why not?
I made it through the fire, came out on the other side
Shout out to my enemies, notice that they into me
Keep that same energy, wondering why I’m winning?
Hey!
Why not?
Hey!
Why not?
Oooh, ooh, ooh (Yo! Bounce!)
Stop it, no you can’t stop it, you know I’m poppin’
Oooh, ooh, ooh
Options, no other options, I gotta pop this

Rita Ora – First Time High lyrics

Midnight by a fire on the beach
At the end of my best friend’s street
In the woods hiding behind the tree
It was love, at least I thought it was
After school in the parking lot
At a party after taking some shots
In the place where we might get caught
It was love, or something from above

I never thought I could feel the way that it used to feel
Yeah, until you proved me wrong

You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like, ooh
But this time, no giving up
You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like, ooh
But this time, no quittin’ ya

Ooh, ooh, ooh
Lemme get high on ya
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Lemme get high on ya

At the mall in the dressing room
On the door, lying under the moon
Backseat of your mum’s Malibu
It was love, at least I thought it was

I never thought I could feel the way that it used to feel
Yeah, until you proved me wrong

You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like, ooh
But this time, no giving up
You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like, ooh
But this time, no quittin’ ya

Ooh, ooh, ooh
Lemme get high on ya
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Lemme get high on ya

After school in the parking lot
At a party after taking some shots
In the place where we might get caught
It was love

You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like, ooh
But this time, no giving up
You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like the first time high, my love
You hit me like, ooh
But this time, no quittin’ ya

Ahh, ahh, ahh
Lemme get high on ya
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, yeah, yeah
Lemme get high on ya

Rita Ora – Keep Talking Lyrics

[Verse 1: Rita Ora & Julia Michaels]
You can say what you want
You can like me or not
Give it all that you got
Keep talking
Know what you whisper about
From the side of your mouth
Let it keep coming out
Keep talking

[Pre-Chorus: Rita Ora & Julia Michaels]
But I’ll take the higher-igher-igher, high road
I’ll take the high road all the way home
I’ll take the higher, higher-igher, high road
All the way home, all the way home

[Chorus: Rita Ora & Julia Michaels]
‘Cause there’s nothing you can say to me
That I haven’t said to myself
There’s nothing you can make me feel
That I haven’t already felt
No, there’s nothing you can say to me
That I haven’t said to myself
I’ll take the higher-igher-igher, high road
Keep talking

[Post-Chorus: Rita Ora & Both]
Higher-igher-igher-igher
Keep talking
Higher-igher-igher-igher

[Verse 2: Rita Ora]
You can roll it on out
I could roll it right back
And embellish the facts
I promise

[Pre-Chorus: Rita Ora & Julia Michaels]
But I’ll take the higher-igher-igher, high road
I’ll take the high road all the way home
I’ll take the higher-igher-igher, high road
All the way home, all the way home

[Chorus: Rita Ora]
‘Cause there’s nothing you can say to me
That I haven’t said to myself
There’s nothing you can make me feel
That I haven’t already felt
No, there’s nothing you can say to me
That I haven’t said to myself
I’ll take the higher-igher-igher, high road
Keep talking

[Post-Chorus: Julia Michaels & Both]
Higher-igher-igher-igher
Keep talking
Higher-igher-igher-igher
Keep talking
Higher-igher-igher-igher
Keep talking
Higher-igher-igher-igher

[Bridge: Rita Ora]
Ooh, ooh, always your second hand news
Yeah, you got more lies than truth
Don’t know what you’re trying, what you’re trying to do, ooh

[Chorus: Rita Ora, Julia Michaels & Both]
‘Cause there’s nothing you can say to me
That I haven’t said to myself (Said to myself)
There’s nothing you can make me feel (Make me feel)
That I haven’t already felt
No, there’s nothing you can say to me (Say to me)
That I haven’t said to myself
I’ll take the higher-igher-igher, high road
Keep, keep, keep talking

[Post-Chorus: Rita Ora, Julia Michaels & Both]
Higher-igher-igher-igher
Keep talking
Higher-igher-igher-igher
Keep talking
Higher-igher-igher-igher
Keep talking
Higher-igher-igher-igher

Rita Ora – New Look Lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, ooh

[Verse 1]
See, it’s not that I don’t trust you
I just wanna know every place that you go
Everyone that you know
Everything that you do
Every single move you make
And I ain’t tryna play a victim
But I got my suspicions
Say you’re alone
I can hear on the phone someone else in the back
What she doing? What she asking?

[Pre-Chorus]
What ya gonna do when the sun goes down?
Who ya gonna love when I’m not around?

[Chorus]
If you find a new look now
Would you kick the old one out?
If you find a new look now
Would you kick the old one out?
If you find a new look now

[Verse 2]
See, it’s not that I’m a psycho
We both know it isn’t my fault
You were the one who was out having fun
I’ve been out on my grind
I’ve been working all the time, yeah
And I ain’t tryna play a victim
But I got my suspicions
Say you’re alone
But if you ain’t alone
You should say to me now
I ain’t gonna stick around, say

[Pre-Chorus]
What ya gonna do when the sun goes down?
Who ya gonna love when I’m not around?

[Chorus]
If you find a new look now
Would you kick the old one out?
If you find a new look now
Would you kick the old one out?
If you find a new look now
Right now, right now
If you find a new look now
(Right now, right now)
If you find a new look now

[Bridge]
Ooh, yeah, yeah
If you want, oh, if you want
What ya gonna do when the sun goes down?
Who ya gonna love when I’m not around?

[Chorus]
If you find a new look now
Would you kick the old one out?
If you find a new look now
Would you kick the old one out?
If you find a new look now
Right now, right now
If you find a new look now
(Right now, right now)
If you find a new look now

Clean Bandit – Fresh Lyrics

[Verse 1]
See you shining in the stars
Can you come and read my palm?
Be prepared like lion king
I’ll ask, have you see me sing
Now I cannot speak the same
Even scared to call your name
With the silence, won’t complain

[Chorus 1]
Cause of you girl
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t, cause of you girl
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t, cause of you girl
You girl

[Verse 2]
If you had me from the start
And my beat goes through your heart
I’ll just keep on chasing you
April, springtime, even June
Keep those tomboys back in line
Flyer than them all combined
Move your hand up to my chest
Feel my heart beat through my vest

[Chorus 2]
It goes
Bom, bom, bom, bom
Ba da da da dum
Bom da dum
Ba da dum
Ba da da dum
My heart goes
Bom, bom, bom, bom
Ba da da da dum
Bom da dum
Ba da dum
Ba da da dum

[Verse 3]
Every time I catch your eye
Or the sparkle of your smile
You are quick to change the tune
Sexy girl you leave the room
But I’ve got you in my glare
Just like DAX I’m in your hair
Come on now just watch my shoes
As I shuffle close to you

[Chorus 3]
It goes
Bom, bom, bom, bom
Ba da da da dum
Bom da dum
Ba da dum
Ba da da dum
My heart goes
Bom, bom, bom, bom
Ba da da da dum
Bom da dum
Ba da dum
Ba da da dum

[Bridge]
Tell me who’s the greatest
(La la la la lah lah)
Tell me who’s the latest
(La la la la lah lah)
I’m holding on your breath
Because you are so fresh
Tell me who’s the greatest
(La la la la lah lah)
And tell me I’m the latest
(La la la la lah lah)
I’m holding on your breath
Cause to me you are so fresh

[Chorus 4]
But you don’t think I’m fresh
But I don’t see who is left
Like a winner in the bed
Always knowing I’m the greatest
Still, you don’t think I’m fresh
You’ve been saying to your friends
But forget all other men
They just go cause I’m the greatest
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t, we’re the greatest
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh
You don’t think I’m fresh

Kelly Rowland – Kelly lyrics

My skin is my cape, huh
My black is my bitch, huh
Natural face, huh
That’s how I wake up
No love for the fake ones
You get what you give, huh
Bills, bills, bills, been spent
Kelendria rich, huh?

Sa-saucy on ice, but this shit is sweet
Go another side, that you never seen
Ice on my (?), you watching me
I talk to God, my minutes are free (free)

Two double g’s, two double g
Cross the wall through [?]
Lil shit back then, I let that slide, ain’t get by me
All they trying to get is a act from me
And it’s all for the reach
Back-back up off of me, back up off of me
Rose petals at my feet

Kelly got bands, Kelly got a check
Kelly got wig, Kelly got deals
Kelly got class, Kelly got ass
Kelly’s got a man, Kelly pop tabs
Kelly got flex, Kelly got wheels
Kelly got drill, Kelly got a stash
Kelly got a house, big house on a hill
Kelly’s so blessed, thick, yes XL
Kelly ain’t-Kelly ain’t got no chill
Kelly don’t really give a fuck how you feel
Kelly ain’t humble no mo’ nigga
Kelly got a foot on your throat nigga
Kelly ain’t humble no mo’ nigga
Kelly got a foot on your throat nigga

Go Kelly go, go go Kelly go
Go Kelly go, go go Kelly

Cop that bag if it’s designer
I’m so rich that I ain’t buy it
Don’t get tired, I’m too wired
Light it up and get inspired
All my business, keep it private
You know bosses move in silence
And I ride it like it’s stolen
‘Cuz my name is Kelly Rowland, ah

Everyday I meet the quota
Bitch I really thought it was over
I’ll always be around, thought I told you
Back up off of me, back up off of me
Forget [?]

Kelly got bands, Kelly got a check
Kelly got wig, Kelly got deals
Kelly got class, Kelly got ass
Kelly’s got a man, Kelly pop tabs
Kelly got flex, Kelly got wheels
Kelly got drill, Kelly got a stash
Kelly got a house, big house on a hill
Kelly’s so blessed, thick, yes XL
Kelly ain’t-Kelly ain’t got no chill
Kelly don’t really give a fuck how you feel
Kelly ain’t humble no mo’ nigga
Kelly got a foot on your throat nigga
Kelly ain’t humble no mo’ nigga
Kelly got a foot on your throat nigga

Go Kelly go, go go Kelly go
Go Kelly go, go go Kelly

Rita Ora – Soul Survivor lyrics

It’s been seven long years fighting for your attention
Manipulated by fear and misdirection
Wrapped in your ugly chains, swore you’d rise me to heaven
Brought me nothing but pain, was that your intention?

Damn frustrating that you think I could never make it
Look who’s standing right in front of you
Yes, it’s me
What you doing?
Did you think you would see me ruined?
After all the shit that I’ve been through

I’m a soul survivor, I made it through the fire
I started with nothing, I’ve got nothing to lose
I’m a soul survivor, I made it through the fire
I started with nothing, I’ve got nothing to lose
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh

Gonna see your mistake, let it out in the open
And if you wanna play, let’s get this rolling

Damn frustrating that you think I could never make it
Look who’s standing right in front of you
Yes, it’s me
What you doing?
Did you think you would see me ruined?
After all the shit that I’ve been through

Whoa, I’m a soul survivor, I made it through the fire
I started with nothing, I’ve got nothing to lose
I’m a soul survivor, I made it through the fire
I started with nothing, I’ve got nothing to lose
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh (Ooh)
Oh, oh (Ooh)

Damn frustrating that you think I could never make it
Look who’s standing right in front of you

Yes, I’m a soul survivor, I made it through the fire (Ooh)
I started with nothing, I’ve got nothing to lose (Ooh)
I’m a soul survivor, I made it through the fire (Ooh)
I started with nothing, I’ve got nothing to lose (Ooh)
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh yeah, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh yeah, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh

Joyner Lucas – Zeze (Freestyle) Lyrics

[Intro]
Ahh, shit
Joyner!

[Verse]
Yo, nigga’s saying, “What a great battle”
But you about to see a fucking snake rattle
Boy, you just a pony with a pink saddle
I’m truly sorry that you stuck inside of Drake’s shadow
When are you gon’ overcome? (Huh)
When are you gon’ level up?
When are you gon’ grow another foot? (Huh)
When are you gon’ show us that you number one? (When)
And everything that you accomplished in some years about to take me just a couple months
Don’t you think I’m bluffing neither
I thought you were tougher, eager (Damn)
How you almost signed to Justin Bieber?
You look like a fuckin’ beaver (Haha)
Ten years in the game but yo’ ass still sittin’ on the fucking bleachers
Boy, you just another diva (Just another diva)
Heard yo’ grandmama kicked you out the house screaming
“Tory, we don’t fucking need you”
Why yo’ daddy up and leave you? (Why)
I guess this is how they fucking treat you
And you my puppet, you my Cousin Skeeter
This ain’t what you wanted, they been waiting for it
I’m Joyner Lucas, what the fuck you niggas take me for
(What the fuck)
I pull up in a Demon but I kill Satan for it
If you want attention Tory you gon’ have to pay me for it
All these hoes love me but you sucker niggas hate me for it
You roll up on me, catch a shot at ya Mercedes door
The bullets fly, you recline like a La-Z-Boy
All you do is cry, you a child, you my baby boy
You call yourself Tory after The Notorious Big (Yeah)
Biggie turning in his grave when he hear yo’ shit
Don’t ever think that you could ever come compare yo’ shit
Little girls and kids only ones who feel yo’ shit
I skipped the plaques on my way to a Grammy
All your records soft and sweet, niggas think that you candy
Your niggas really convinced you that you think you can scare me
And you got identity issues, niggas think you a tranny, really? (Damn)
Tory tell us why you always gotta lie in your rhymes (Why)
I know keeping up with lies can get tiring sometimes
You not a G and deep down you wanna hide sometimes
Staring at the sunshine and start crying sometimes
Your real name is Daystar, you been dying to shine
And when you sing you kinda sound like you dying sometimes
You make the type of tracks that had me feelin’ silent inside
Nobody take you serious, put all the violence aside
Okay, let’s talk about your plagiarism that you hate to mention (Yeah)
Or talk about the hate you giving to the greats you dissing
(Let’s talk about it)
And that writer who wrote yo’ shit still ain’t get paid on that “Don’t Die” record
You should probably go pay that nigga (Yeah, man)
And how the fuck you talk about Kendrick when he a legend (Huh)
Then go bite the nigga style on your record right at the ending
On 4AM Flex 2 minutes and 50 seconds
Sound exactly like the Art of Peer Pressure, go take a listen
You inspired by the niggas you name dropped
Catch fire in the rain, no umbrella to shelter you and no rain drops
When I seen you on Flex, I gave props
But then we found out you stole Don Q shit from the train stop
You thought you were fly ’til the plane drop
Ugly motherfucker tryna stunt in a tank top
It’s no wonder why they used to feed yo’ ass with a slingshot
You my son, this the last time I’ll give you a Ring Pop
Sit down, you on punishment
And don’t get up until you see me
And don’t even think about touching that TV
No more video games, no more phone, no more 3D
No more radio or boombox for your weak ass CD
Matter of fact, give me your chains back and everything I bought you
You a disgrace to this family and everything I taught you
I hate to say it son but you make me sick
I should’a knew you weren’t shit when you came out with a baby dick
It’s no wonder why you pay for pussy
Tory you think you slick
All you do is lounge around the house all day like a lazy prick
Shit, highly disappointed in you son, I need some answers
How come you couldn’t follow in my steps and be a dancer?
Or maybe write a book like me or be somebody’s grandpa
Instead you wanna be a fucking rapper with some hair plugs
No more rapping, give me your pen and paper
No more lying to the people on how you the biggest gangster
Now hurry up and get your juicy out the refrigerator
You going to bed at eight o’clock and not a minute later
No, I don’t wanna hear it
No, let this be a lesson
Close your mouth and go into your room like I suggested
I’m a get real Joe Jackson in a second
Matter of fact, give me your toys, I’m adding that to the collection
I just did a show and got it lit ya little nigga
And my freestyles killing your originals nigga
Couldn’t name a bitch I couldn’t get ya little nigga
You a rebound, even Scottie Pippen know nigga
You ain’t from Toronto, put that on the Bible
I put six hollows in your Ferragamo
Nigga, you from Brampton, go spin the bottle
Bitch I’m from New England, me and Brady in the El Dorado
Now come get on my level, I’m hard as metal
I bomb the ghetto, I brought the shovel
I bury all of you little ninja turtles
You Donatello, you soft as jello
You must be going off that Amaretto
It’s hard to tell ’cause you soft as pillows
You fucking midget, I call you Elmo
I throw you out a fucking car window
I step all over your Margielas, you caught feelings
Yo’ heart spinning, my bars illing
I’m Bob Dylan, I’m John Lennon, I’m authentic
Your bars running no off limits
Don’t talk business, don’t talk, listen
I’m off this so you fuck this you fuck! Nigga

[Outro]
What, nigga
Fuck out my face nigga
Ayy nigga look
We gonna get one in, pause
Let’s not, let’s not do this back and forth shit no more
I, I think we know what’s up, you know
Ha ha ha, Joyner

Tory Lanez – Litty Again (Freestyle) Lyrics

[Verse]
And it goes on
Kill a pussy nigga with his pantyhose on
The gun is equipped for what ever hand it goes on
To kill a backpack nigga with his Jansport on
Geek ass nigga
Dweeb ass nigga
Never had a G-pass nigga
‘Bout to ski mask his ass and eat fast nigga
Pull the heat fast and blast
And leave that nigga
With his seat back nigga
I’m a number one nigga in no time
I been waiting for a nigga to give me the showtime
In the jungle waiting for you to slip on the oak vine
I’ma do this nigga like I was chewing a pork rind nigga
Eminem couldn’t get ya to a million on the ‘Gram
Chris Brown tried, nigga failed both times
I done took ya page to a million in a day
If you ask me, nigga, I’m ya motherfucking cosign
I’ma hit the pussy ass nigga with a clothesline
I’ma have to catch a nigga slipping in my own time
I just took da flame on a private ass plane
Out to Massachusetts, catch this nigga slipping in his hometown
Ya see what go around come around and go around
So I got his hoe going round like it go around
Let these niggas know I’m not the one to toe-to-toe around
Singing ass nigga not the one to leave your hoe around
I’m about to hit him with the end of the K
Word to my niggas in Heaven I’m ’bout to send em away
I’m exhausted I kill this nigga two times
24 hours man this shit been a repetitive day
Nigga tell me is it Joyner Lucas, Lucas Joyner?
I’m the nigga who destroy ya
Coupe deploy ya, label drop ya, who’s the lawyer?
Buy ya contract from them back and be who employ ya
Oops, I’m going, who’s condoning? Juice and jonesing
Met ya bitch she too conjointed
Tryna ask this pussy ass nigga who the fuck want smoke
But the lightskin niggas in ya crew too spooked to join in
I’m a nasty nigga and you could ask the nigga
The shotty dumping popping up outta the backseat, nigga
I’m ’bout to leave his body bloody like a maxi, nigga
I tax these niggas, get at these niggas, attack these niggas
The venom is arachne, nigga
I’m ’bout kill da man and da man that done backed these niggas
And blam any man that’ll try to dap you niggas
And clap any stan fan that attract you niggas
See ya daddy was a musician that never made it
‘Cause when you was born nigga it was you or him
Shattered knowing he would never make it as an artist
And the odds of his life prolly be 2 to 1
But I give it to him ’cause he didn’t run
I guess he figured, “man when you look at it in a nutshell
All I got is a failed music career and
My revenge is giving that shit to my son”
Nigga I’ma flossy nigga
They try to toss me nigga
The 45th I get em off me nigga
I block niggas Chris Bosh these niggas
I got figures pish posh to niggas
I dump niggas, jump, criss cross these niggas
The pump leave ’em slumped, in the car seat nigga
The skunk in the trunk was an awkward nigga
That thought he didn’t need to have caution with him
A cornball with a Boston fitted
I said hold up my nigga man this shit crazy
You fucked AYLEK$ man that shit crazy
Nigga said he out here running threesomes with the
Nigga that’s in court dealing with the kid cases
I’ma hit a stain then I hit a bad one
Pull up on da nigga hold em up for ransom
I got five plaques this year, you did whole song with Eminem and still don’t even have one nigga
Damn, my lil homie that’s a bad one nigga
Really feel bad for you it’s a sad one nigga
Hold your head steady maybe you could have one nigga
Hit me for a hook and maybe get a plaque young nigga
Shout go out to Wayno and Ak my nigga
Tomorrow they’ll be talking ’bout you got smacked young nigga
From the pack my nigga
I’m keeping this shit a stack, my nigga
That “Litty” verse was wack, my nigga
They go hard my dawg, but I go harder nigga
Atcha head with the fade like a barber nigga
Try to come for the boat and I’ma harbor niggas
Be smart like a Harvard nigga don’t start with niggas
And he gotta problem with us
But I know how to solve it nigga
This is my son
I’ma tell ’em like Star Wars, “Lucas, I’m your father” nigga
You a perpetrating, work for hire, twerk for payment
Busta Rhymes impersonating, worthless baby, irks him daily
Hurts to say it, burger flipping, birthed in 80s
Tryna be a 90s baby, thirty something tryna chase it
Tryna make it, rocks designer, kinda fakes it
Hates to face it
That he’ll never be a nigga that be placed for A-list, niggas damn
Here’s what he’s thinking right now
“I’m Joyner Lucas, why did I start it with this guy?
Tory Lanez coming back what am I gonna do this time?
They ain’t like none of my diss lines
Everybody knows I can spit it in quick time
Even if the lines is as shitty as 6ix9ine’s
But this time they ain’t really letting me get by
Fuck I’m finna do with this shit now?
Damn I know this nigga finna be wild
Knowin’ this nigga bout to kill me on it OD now
Don’t nobody ever wanna book me for a show
I ain’t got no songs when I go I spit freestyles
Try to make songs ’bout depression
But nobody ever get it
So I take it out on popping niggas beats now
I ain’t never ever trapped
I ain’t never slung a gat
But the world don’t know so fuck it, I’m a G now”
Man, what the fuck wrong with him?
I know something wrong with him
I got a hundred bunch o’ bullets ’bout to put ’em all in him
Nigga walked in with a hundred rounds in him
And he seen a nigga chicken I was comin’ down in it
Glock nine nigga gotta run around with it
I’ma son a nigga, keep it at least one-a-round with it
Backpack niggas ain’t sellin’ no records
Better dumb it down with it when you come around with it

[Outro]
This shit is easy man
Yo it’s crazy nigga
I’m really-, I’m really-, I’m really being very generous, you know?
Like I’m really doing you a favor, it’s not a lot of niggas in my status that come down just to, you know, to come down and spank you niggas, pause man
It’s crazy, but you know
I’ma do for you what niggas didn’t do for me – that’s older brother status
So if you blow from this point on, I’m your cosign nigga, you know what it is
Ayy Slow, that’s facts right?
Big facts, word to Ralph, nigga, word to big Jevante too, nigga
You know what’s going on nigga-, you know what the fuck’s going on, nigga
One Umbrella gang, nigga

EXID – I Love You lyrics

I love you like
La la la la la la la la la la la la (oh yeah)
La la la la la la la la la la la la
I love you like
La la la la la la la la la la la la (oh yeah)
La la la la la la la la la la la la
I love you like

Kkaemul-eo beoligo sip-eun saeppalgan sagwacheoleom
(I love you like)
Ne ibsul wie mud-eun dalkomhan keulimcheoleom
(I love you like)

Samkyeobeoligo sip-eun saekomhan gwajeubcheoleom
(I love you like)
Peanut butter jam baleun geoscheoleom naega neol
(I love you like)

Like hyuil il kkeutnago masineun
Beer chill (chill) (I love you like)
Like game and 3 bottles of Dom 88 champagne
(I love you like)
Ya, ya, gyang neon yesul sal-aissneun David
Nal nuntteuge haejun
(I love you like)
Neon nae majimag salang-iltego
Nae simjang dolyeonae humchin neon nauigoedo

Baby neon wiheomhae wiheomhae
Geuleohge naleul bomyeon
I can’t hold it anymore
Oneulbam tteonallae
Neowa nae gieogsog-e
Yeong-wonhi jiwojiji anhge

Oh baby I love you
I love you, love you, love you
Oh baby I love you
I love you, love you, love you

I love you like
La la la la la la la la la la la la (oh yeah)
La la la la la la la la la la la la
I love you like
La la la la la la la la la la la la (oh yeah)
La la la la la la la la la la la la
I love you

Wanna hold you, wanna, wanna hold you
Heeonaolsu eobs-eo wanna love you
Niga gyesoghae jabgo heundeul-eo nal tto
Nal bungbung tteuge mandeul-eo jakku

Yo, yo, gidaehae uli dul-i bonael
Big bad day bul-i but-eobeolin me and bae
Ttagttaghage gud-eo issjimalgo
Sit back and relax

Nega saeng-gaghaneungeosboda hwolssin
Manh-i joh-ahaneungeos gat-a
It feels right
Baby you’re so fine

Na na na, na na, na na na, na na na na
Jeongsinnagan salamcheoleom I love you

Baby neon wiheomhae wiheomhae
Geuleohge naleul bomyeon
I can’t hold it anymore
Oneulbam tteonallae
Neowa nae gieogsog-e
Yeong-wonhi jiwojiji anhge

Oh baby I love you
I love you, love you, love ypu
Oh baby I love you
I love you, love you, love you

I love you like
La la la la la la la la la la la la (oh yeah)
La la la la la la la la la la la la
I love you like
La la la la la la la la la la la la (oh yeah)
La la la la la la la la la la la la
I love you like
La la la la la la la la la la la la la

Joyner Lucas – Litty Freestyle Lyrics

[Verse 1]
What’s up with you R&B niggas tryna turn rappers and trappers (Joyner, Joyner)
You should just stay in your lane, bro, you sound like PaRappa the Rapper (Yeah, yeah)
I’m looking down on you when you talk to me, you should grab you a ladder
You swung at me, only jabbed at my bladder
Watch you disappear like you abracadabra (Poosh)
Now grab me a dagger
You got some hits but you lacking a swagger (Yeah)
I’m still the shit, bitch, so that doesn’t matter
Don’t call me a kid, I’m your papi and dada (Hahaha)
You get splattered and flattened
You an’ Trippie better have you some backup (Hol’ up)
Ren and Stimpy looking agi’ and staggered
And when I kill ’em, they get madder and madder
Time to get litty, bitch, fuck all that singin’ (Yeah)
You challenge me, what the fuck is you thinking? (Woo)
Way too much weed, what the fuck is you drinkin’?
I brought the tsunami, you fuckers are sinkin’ (Brrrat)
I’m glad that you came
Leave all that lyrical shit up to me, I’m a savage that bang
Bring all your Prada suits back to [?] (Brrrat)
Take all that autotune back to T-Pain
I swear you R&B rappers is strange
You okay but you ain’t nobody favorite (Yeah)
You a’ight but you ain’t nobody major
5’3″, you ain’t nobody dangerous (Brat)
Maybe that weed you were smoking, had you feeling confident
Let’s have a real conversation (Boom)
Maybe that doctor put something inside of your head
When you got your new hairline replacement (Brrrat)

[Chorus]
Why you bring my name up in the first place, Tory? (Huh)
You ain’t fucking with me on my worst day, Tory
Wasn’t better than me when I was in first grade, Tory
We can do this every year or on your birthday, Tory (Dook, dook, dook, dook)
Every summer, every winter, every Earth day, Tory (Joyner)
Every Tuesday, every Thursday, Tory
It’s gon’ be a motherfuckin’ anniversary, Tory
You done fucked up, now you need first aid, Tory (Dook, dook, dook, dook)

[Verse 2]
I’m the leader of the new school with a screw loose (Woo)
All you niggas Blues Clues with a fruit juice (Woo)
Turn your Jimmy Choo shoes into FUBU, nigga
You do what you can, I do what I choose to
I get litty in this bitch for my city (Yuh)
Only few real niggas left, they ain’t many (Yuh)
They compare me to Em, they compare you to Iggy (Oh)
They compare me to Meth, they compare you to Dizzy (Oh, oh)
I’m Leonardo Da Vinci, I paint a picture with color
I already got cake and I don’t need a butler (Yeah)
We already got Drake and we don’t need another
I don’t really got space but I’ma eat your supper (Woo)
You know Joyner got a hotter flow
I’ma do what Travis should’ve did a while ago (Woo)
I’ma do what Drake should’ve did a while ago
Throw your ass off a cliff, make you say, “Geronimo”
Then you had one chance, now you slumped on (Duh)
Go back in the booth, make another love song (Duh)
What you gon’ do when the fucking blunt’s gone?
‘Cause I wanted all the smoke, I ain’t even puff long (No)
Nigga, I been packing a black MAC with it wrapped in a backpack
With a stack and I’m Mad Max in the back of the black cab
With a gat and a snapback, put a cap in yo’ back fat
Murder you and your wack little Cat in the Hat raps
Finna stab if you jab back, and I clap at you mad fast
When you sing, you ain’t half bad, but you rapping like Ras Kass
And I bet that you mad sad ’cause you ’bout to get laughed at
And buried in trash bags and left in a hatchback, my nigga
Jamming in front of the corner store, whoa
Mobbin’ a lot in the corridor, whoa
Breakin’ some shit you don’t want no more
Fightin’ when nobody want a war
Rob at the haters, gon’ sing like the Commodores
I got some shit you ain’t saw before
Swallow the key and I lock the door
Tory, you ain’t gotta hide no more
Come out and play, you my prey, you the goat, I’m a dinosaur
Oh, you wan’ hate, that’s normal
You just gonna do what you supposed to (‘Posed to)
I remember when them hoes called me old news
Now when they cheat, I’m the go-to (Joyner)
Word on the street’s I ain’t one to get close to
I was hopeless, now I’m hopeful (Yuh)
I done made my own way like I’m supposed to
All you niggas did what you was told to (Yeah)
Tory, why all your songs always sound like a rerun, nigga? (Huh)
I just want my motherfucking refund, nigga (Huh)
Funny looking ass, go and eat some’, nigga
I ain’t never had to get my fucking teeth done, nigga (Hahaha)
When I kill you, I ain’t running to you, bleed some, nigga (Yuh)
Oh, you wan’ be some nigga? (Yuh)
Me and 6ix9ine had Trippie Redd bitch on the couch
She was giving us a threesome, nigga

[Chorus]
Why you bring my name up in the first place, Tory? (Yeah)
You ain’t fucking with me on my worst day, Tory (Uh)
Wasn’t better than me when I was in first grade, Tory
We can do this every year on your birthday, Tory (Brrrat)
Every summer, every winter, every Earth day, Tory
Every Tuesday, every Thursday, Tory
It’s gon’ be a motherfucking anniversary, Tory
You done fucked up, now you need first aid, Tory

[Outro]
Shit
Damn
So now that we got that out the way, hmph
Let’s make a record, nigga
Hahahahaha
Joyner

Billie Eilish – ​​come out and play Lyrics

[Intro]
Hmm, hmm

[Verse]
Wake up and smell the coffee
Is your cup half full or empty?
When we talk, you say it softly
But I love it when you’re awfully quiet, quiet

[Pre-Chorus]
You see a piece of paper
Could be a little greater
Show me what you could make her
You’ll never know until you try it
You don’t have to keep it quiet

[Chorus]
And I know it makes you nervous
But I promise you, it’s worth it
To show ’em everything you kept inside
Don’t hide, don’t hide
Too shy to say, but I hope you stay
Don’t hide away
Come out and play

[Bridge]
Look up, out of your window
See snow, won’t let it in though
Leave home, feel the wind blow
‘Cause it’s colder here inside in silence
You don’t have to keep it quiet

[Chorus]
Yeah, I know it makes you nervous
But I promise you, it’s worth it
To show ’em everything you kept inside
Don’t hide, don’t hide
Too shy to say but I hope you stay
Don’t hide away
Come out and play

Lin-Manuel Miranda – Cheering For Me Now Lyrics

[Intro]
So they’re cheering for me now
In the streets, hear them cheering for me now
Right up Broadway, they’re cheering for me now
And one day, all the enemies I’ve made might hold their own parade
But not today

[Verse 1]
I came here with nothing
Like hundreds before me
And millions behind me
You know you can find me in New York
Where everyone’s different
But share the same island
Polluted and loud
But you’re safe in the crowd
Here in New York

[Bridge]
Today it’s my city
Tomorrow, who knows?
Today we’re a country
Let’s see how that goes

[Verse 2]
Upstate doesn’t trust us
They’re safe in their sameness
They’re scared of what’s strange
But each corner means change
Here in New York
Where else can you wander
And hear every language
We fight like a marriage
Then share the same carriage
We suffer the weather
We bind and we tether
This nation together

[Verse 3]
I’m just getting started
And time’s of the essence
I can’t say I’ve made it
But I’d never trade it
They’ve thrown a parade
Ha!
In my New York

[Outro]
Cheering for me now
Can you hear them cheering for me now

Ava Max – Sweet But Psycho lyrics

Oh, she’s sweet but a psycho
A little bit psycho
At night she’s screamin’
“I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind”
Oh, she’s hot but a psycho
So left but she’s right though
At night she’s screamin’
“I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind”

She’ll make you curse, but she a blessing
She’ll rip your shirt within a second
You’ll be coming back, back for seconds
With your plate, you just can’t help it

No, no
You’ll play alo-o-ong
Let her lead you o-o-on
You’ll be saying “No, no”
Then saying “Yes, yes, yes”
‘Cause she messin’ with your head

Oh, she’s sweet but a psycho
A little bit psycho
At night she’s screamin’
“I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind”
Oh, she’s hot but a psycho
So left but she’s right though
At night she’s screamin’
“I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind”

Grab a cop gun kinda crazy
She’s poison but tasty
Yeah, people say “Run, don’t walk away”
‘Cause she’s sweet but a psycho
A little bit psycho
At night she screamin’
“I’m out, out my, out my mind”

See, someone said, don’t drink her potions
She’ll kiss your neck with no emotion
When she’s mean, you know you love it
She tastes so sweet, don’t sugar coat it

No, no
You’ll play alo-o-ong
Let her lead you o-o-on
You’ll be saying “No (no, no, no), no (no)”
Then saying “Yes, yes, yes”
‘Cause she messin’ with your head

Oh, she’s sweet but a psycho
A little bit psycho
At night she’s screamin’
“I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind”
Oh, she’s hot but a psycho
So left but she’s right though
At night she’s screamin’
“I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind”

Grab a cop gun kinda crazy
She’s poison but tasty
Yeah, people say “Run, don’t walk away”
‘Cause she’s sweet but a psycho
A little bit psycho
At night she’s screamin’
“I’m out, out my, out my mind”

You’re just like me, you’re out your mind
I know it’s strange, we’re both the crazy kind
You’re tellin’ me that I’m insane
Boy, don’t pretend that you don’t love the pain

Oh, she’s sweet but a psycho
A little bit psycho
At night she’s screamin’
“I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind”
Oh, she’s hot but a psycho
So left but she’s right though
At night she’s screamin’
“I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind”

Grab a cop gun kinda crazy
She’s poison but tasty
Yeah, people say “Run, don’t walk away”
‘Cause she’s sweet but a psycho
A little bit psycho
At night she’s screamin’
“I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind”

Flying Lotus – Ain’t No Coming Back Lyrics

[Chorus: Busdriver]
Your god is from the underground
So when you pray, you can now fuck around
No one will ever save you
Once your dead, then your dead
There is no coming back
Your god is from the underground
So when you pray, you can now fuck around
No one will ever save you
Once your dead, then your dead
There is no coming back

[Verse 1: Busdriver]
News flash!
The world cracks wide the fuck open
Swallowing you and your homies whole
Whole notes, holistic remedies, the whole kit and kaboodle
It is holier than thou
Digested by the earth, I’ve been jailed in the essence
Bewitched, imprisoned, disappear in the black expanse

[Chorus]
Your god is from the underground
So when you pray, you can now fuck around
No one will ever save you
Once your dead, then your dead
There is no coming back
Your god is from the underground
So when you pray, you can now fuck around
No one will ever save you
Once your dead, then your dead
There is no coming back

[Verse 2]
Grounded, yeah I’ve been grounded
Angelic limbs in flight taxidermied into coat hangers
My son asked me if we would live
My son truthfully asked me if we would live
Carbonite breakfast cereals with a cyanide taste profile
Leaving little room for imagination
Either that or nothing but room for imagination
Come to the temple of the intergalactic high command
To distract from your tomb, to distract from your tomb
Awash in afterworld reasoning and hood magic, made into metaphysics
Comb-straight, as streets crumble and bones break
As streets crumble and bones break
It’s mixing ash with blood, as the hell is normalized
Welcome to Los Angeles, motherfucker!

[Chorus]
Your god is from the underground
So when you pray, you can now fuck around
No one will ever save you
Once your dead, then your dead
There is no coming back

Giggs – Beatbreakin Lyrics

[Intro: Joe Grind]
I been canned full [?] of hard bars [?], you get me?
Real grindy on the streets
[?]

[Verse 1: Joe Grind]
Grind (No)
You couldn’t really tell this is a phone ting
Spare No-1 shit (Spare)
Yeah this is real hard (Hard)
Niggas bust guns (Bow)
Fuck them little lighters, I wanna see flames (Flames)
‘Cause, this will make a nigga, wheel up and come again (Shit)
Grind is the name, blud I didn’t have to say that (Nah)
Look, at my ring, and my jacket, and my Grind hat
Boxers with pockets, real niggas wouldn’t mind that (Trust)
Put your tings in them, and the feds won’t find that
Got caught slipping, if I do, then I’m peace (Peace)
‘Cause the feds can’t touch Giggs, they’re trying shit on me (Me)
I’m just tryna make P’s (P’s)
I start a little buis, stack a bit, then the shit turns 300 degrees (Celsius)
I had a J-O-B (B)
My boss is pissed ’cause I was making money on the side, he’s a D-I-C (Hey)
But that won’t stop me (Nah)
I make my grind yeah, all my haters look look
Watch me make few cheese (Here)

[Chorus: Joe Grind]
This is dirty disgusting, breath holding breath taking
This is normal, it’s nothing
Spare No-1 be [?] (Trust)
Spare No (Spare)
This is Spare No (Spare)
This is Spare No (Spare, Spare, No, No, 1)
This is dirty disgusting, breath holding breath taking
This is normal, it’s nothing
Spare No-1 be [?] (Trust)
This is Spare No (Spare)
This is Spare No (Spare)
This is Spare No (Spare, Spare, No, No, 1)

[Verse 2: Giggs]
I once stacked an elastic band (Bands)
I’m up early with the cocaine scales and the plastic bags (Plastic)
Smash out coke (Coke), grab that dough (Dough)
That should be the definition of a smash and grab
The amount of times I’ve had to clap at fags (Fags)
But it’s either that or I can wait ’til my back gets stabbed
Somebodies snitching, I ain’t acting bad (Nah)
But the shit imma, when I catch that fag
Niggas don’t want me fucking mad (Nah)
Because that’s when I’ll go oldschool
Rolling with my straps in cabs (Straps in cabs)
.23 straps and mags (Straps and mags)
And you can go to [?] and tell your family [?], pack them bags
They say they’ve never heard of trap this bag (Bag)
[?] gave me the beater, grabbed the pen, and I smashed that pad
My son don’t even know it yet but when he’s talking to me
He’s looking at a smash hit dad

[Chorus: Joe Grind]
This is dirty disgusting, breath holding breath taking
This is normal, it’s nothing
Spare No-1 be [?] (Trust)
Spare No (Spare)
This is Spare No (Spare)
This is Spare No (Spare, Spare, No, No, 1)
This is dirty disgusting, breath holding breath taking
This is normal, it’s nothing
Spare No-1 be [?] (Trust)
This is Spare No (Spare)
This is Spare No (Spare)
This is Spare No (Spare, Spare, No, No, 1)

Billie Eilish – Come Out And Play lyrics

Wake up and smell the coffee
Is your cup half full or empty?
When we talk, you say it softly
But I love it when you’re awfully quiet, quiet

You see a piece of paper
Could be a little greater
Show me what you could make her
You’ll never know until you try it
You don’t have to keep it quiet

And I know it makes you nervous
But I promise you, it’s worth it
To show ’em everything you kept inside
Don’t hide, don’t hide
Too shy to say, but I hope you stay
Don’t hide away
Come out and play

Look up, out of your window
See snow, won’t let it in though
Leave home, feel the wind blow
‘Cause it’s colder here inside in silence
You don’t have to keep it quiet

Yeah, I know it makes you nervous
But I promise you, it’s worth it
To show ’em everything you kept inside
Don’t hide, don’t hide
Too shy to say but I hope you stay
Don’t hide away
Come out and play

Juice WRLD – Let Go Lyrics

[Chorus]
Gotta pack my bags up and hit the road
I don’t wanna be here anymore
I can’t hold on, I gotta let go
But first there’s a couple things you should know
The day your heart became my home
Mine wasn’t cold, now i’m froze

[Verse 1]
I don’t wanna drop another tear
Roll up face blunts to face the fear
I wanna drown in your love, I’m scared of the deep end
You met my mom and my friends, so I guess i’m to deep in
And I won’t give up no no, but its takes two, it takes two, to tango
What am I to do, it seems I fell in love with you
Instincts telling me to move a little closer but i’m scared so

[Chorus]
Gotta pack my bags up and hit the road
I don’t wanna be here anymore
I can’t hold on, I gotta let go
But first there’s a couple things you should know
The day your heart became my home
Mine wasn’t cold, now im froze

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
Gotta pack my bags and hit the road
I don’t wanna be here anymore
I can’t hold on, I gotta let go
But first theres a couple things you should know
The day your heart became my home
Mine wasn’t cold, now i’m froze

Juice WRLD – I Wanna Lyrics

[Intro]
Sweatin’ bullets boy

[Chorus]
Bitch you goin’ hard, I’m goin’ harder
VVS wetter than some water
Hey I know you see me ballin’ like a starter
I want money, money, money in that order
Hey, young nigga, I could fuck yo daughter
Young nigga still could fuck yo momma
I do what I want because I wanna
I do what I want because I wanna

[Verse 1]
I heard that yo nigga was a loser
I don’t fuck with school, I’m Ferris Bueller
Fuck with me, I’m finna get my ruger
Pretty nigga, but I still be that shooter
Bad bitch look like she at Hooters
Glock clip lookin’ like a ruler
I don’t give a fuck if I lose her
I’m finessin bitches, damn I had to fool her
Woah, time to switch my flow, yeah
I be switchin’ hoes, yeah
Had to let em know, yeah
Had to let em go, yeah
I got big guns, lookin’ like it’s G.I. Joe
Run up on me, dumb mama, let that Nina blow yeah

[Chorus]
Bitch you goin’ hard, I’m goin’ harder
VVS wetter than some water
Hey I know you see me ballin’ like a starter
I want money, money, money in that order
Hey, young nigga, I could fuck yo daughter
Young nigga still could fuck yo momma
I do what I want because I wanna
I do what I want because I wanna

[Verse 2]
Surfin’ on yo bitch, it got me wavy
Red bottom boolin’ got me brazy
Finna come and take yo little lady
I’ma fuck that bitch and she gon’ pay me
Gold grill flossin, got me pretty
Told that bitch, I never walk, I run the city
Keep a couple real killers, they be with me
Down to shoot a nigga in his kidney
Hey, what, I just be fuckin’ that bitch again
Nigga I’m tryna get rich again, yeah
That’s how I live again, yeah
Run in yo crib again, put the pistol to yo kids again, yeah
I’m finna get it in, money on me so you know I’ma spend, yeah

[Chorus]
Bitch you goin’ hard, I’m goin’ harder
VVS wetter than some water
Hey I know you see me ballin’ like a starter
I want money, money, money in that order
Hey, young nigga, I could fuck yo daughter
Young nigga still could fuck yo momma
I do what I want because I wanna
I do what I want because I wanna

Juice WRLD – Make It Sell Lyrics

[Intro]
I can make it sell

[Chorus]
Chillin’ with the crew, icy all me jewels
Bad bitch, and I got her wetter than a pool (I can make it sell)
I do what I do, run up don’t be fooled
40 on my hip and it’s gon’ do what it do
Almost made the news, but I hit the cruise
Police came around, so you know I couldn’t lose (I can make it sell)
I do what I do, I do what I do, I do what I do, and I do it better than you

[Verse: 1]
Pockets so high, I don’t ever see low
Ballin’ in the paint, finna hit an elbow
Yeah I get the green I ain’t talkin Ceelo
Yeah I play piano, and I got the C-Notes (I can make it sell)
Pull up on his ass, choppa make him hit low
Hit low, low like a limbo, let’s go
Run up on me I blow, 40
Make a nigga call the, Five-0
I can make it sell (I can make it sell)
Ballin’ on these niggas, goin back to shoot a free throw
Headshots, leg shots like I’m D Rose
Steal a buck, GTA feel like D Bo

[Chorus]
Chillin’ with the crew, icy all me jewels
Bad bitch, and I got her wetter than a pool (I can make it sell)
I do what I do, run up don’t be fooled
40 on my hip and it’s gon’ do what it do
Almsot made the news, but I hit the cruise
Police came around, so you know I couldn’t lose (I can make it sell)
I do what I do, I do what I do, I do what I do, and I do it better than you

[Verse: 2]
I can never lose, that’s just what I do
Me and my crew just walked in the room
Acid and shrooms, I’m fly like a broom
Run up get hit, boy you dirty like broom (I can make it sell)
Gucci on my shirt, Goyard on my belt
Feel like I’m a wrestler, I’m flexin with my belt
I make all this money, and I make it by myself
And you know I got that fire, I can send you straight to hell
I can make it sell, yeah you know I got them bells
I remember trappin’ movin’ bells (I can make it sell)
UPS I got them workers through the mail

[Chorus]
Chillin’ with the crew, icy all me jewels
Bad bitch, and I got her wetter than a pool (I can make it sell)
I do what I do, run up don’t be fooled
40 on my hip and it’s gon’ do what it do
Almsot made the news, but I hit the cruise
Police came around, so you know I couldn’t lose (I can make it sell)
I do what I do, I do what I do, I do what I do, and I do it better than you

Juice WRLD – Life Chase Lyrics

[Intro]
I can’t take no chances, no chances
Lookin’ at the, yuh, yuh

[Chorus]
I can’t take no chances, no chances
Lookin’ at the devil face to face, while she dancin’
I feel like a rebel, Marilyn, no Manson
She takin’ advantage, she take me for granted
Heartbreak boolin’ in my lungs, like cancer
Everybody playin’ love games, it’s a standard
I’m so pissed off, I feel like Bruce Banner
I forgot to show you to the door, mind my manners

[Verse]
I can do this on my own, fuck your help
I took my heart out my chest, and put it on my shelf
I told myself I wouldn’t fall in love with anybody else
Next thing you know I’m on a dinner date, straight to hell
Funny thing is this not my first time here
I’ve been here so much, I’m really startin’ to like hell
Toxic relationships got me killin’ myself
On the phone with a therapist, bitch I need me some help
Shorty really got the key to my soul
Shorty play me like piana maestro
I was taught to let live and let go
I don’t trust you, they gon’ shoot you, they treat me like Metro
Cannon on my hip, like Metroid
Cupid wanna shoot, I’ma shoot back boy
Spinnin’ Bobby Brown, that’s the new crack boy
I’ma play this shit like a black JAG, boy

[Chorus]
I can’t take no chances, no chances
Lookin’ at the devil face to face, while she dancin’
I feel like a rebel, Marilyn, no Manson
She takin’ advantage, she take me for granted
Heartbreak boolin’ in my lungs, like cancer
Everybody playin’ love games, it’s a standard
I’m so pissed off, I feel like Bruce Banner
I forgot to show you to the door, mind my manners

Lauren Jauregui – More Than That Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I see you watching so I hopped into your step
[…] position, but I’m looking over there
I got a situation that I can tell you wanna know
You could take an honest girl and turn her to a hhh ohh
Take a gamble and […]
I’m worth more than the diamonds that you got around your neck
Shit, nobody can […]
My baby does it […]
If you promise […]

[Pre-Chorus]
I know I ain’t right for tempting you
But I just wanna see what you will do
If I give you a taste of what I do
Just remember that I don’t belong to you

[Chorus]
You gonna have to come
Stronger than this liquor
Wanna take me home
But I need more convincing
It will take more than that to get to me
More than that to get to me
So boy you better come
Stronger than this liquor
Wanna take me home
But I need more convincing
It will take more than that to get to me
More than that to get to me
Stronger than this liquor

[Verse 2]
[…]
I’m just playing […]
The way you’re talking […]
But when you looking at me, boy I know what’s up
I can feel how you feel without even a touch
[…] come give it up
Your time is up

[Pre-Chorus]
I know I ain’t right for tempting you
But I just wanna see what you might do
If I give you a taste of what I do
Just remember that I don’t belong to you

[Chorus]
You gonna have to come
Stronger than this liquor
Wanna take me home
But I need more convincing
It will take more than that to get to me
More than that to get to me
Boy you better come
Stronger than this liquor
Wanna take me home
But I need more convincing
It will take more than that to get to me
More than that to get to me
I’m stronger than this liquor

[End]
More than that

JT Machinima – 76 Reasons Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1: JT Music]
I’m in the big pond, feel like a small trout
Coming from the underground, with that vault clout
Sorry everybody else who was locked out
While the bombshells were dropped, we just got down
Walkin’ taller than a monster Mega Sloth now
Fly like a Mothman, knockin’ Deathclaws out
Said that I was S.P.E.C.I.A.L – Yes I’ll make my mom and pop proud
Ain’t the weather wonderful? I love it when it’s Fall out
I’m ready for the reclamation
25 years, you bet I’ve been patient
76’s representative pennin’ the next declaration
Tricentennial celebration in the wasteland that I call my nation
No sweat when I get radiation
Forget Chems, embrace Mutation
You ain’t gonna find a white picket fence
Better to set up a line of defence
Try to get by, you might end up dead
No wonder why they said “Try makin’ friends”
Good thing I found me some pals I can roll with
And take a stroll on the open country road with
(Let’s go!)

[Chorus]
You got to walk when the wind says walk
You got to run when the gun says hi
You got nothin’ and no one to turn to now
And 76 Reasons to die
And we go
One step, two step, guns to the sky
Pocket those caps and wipe that knife
Three step, four step, never ask why
76 Reasons to die

[Verse 2: Gameboy Jones]
It’s been a minute, let me step up out this Vault, boy
Imma keep on livin’, wanna see all my assault toys?
Everybody’s timid so I come through with a loud noise
Always got a stout poise but crew’s a bunch a wild boys
Bullets be spinnin’ and they rippin’ through flesh
And it’s hotter than cinnamon, god, do you feel the adrenaline?
Me and my squad just be rollin’ so militant
Take on the mission to finish it
Ain’t cuttin’ no slack, I’m stackin’ my caps
Get hit with the V.A.T.S, I level to max
Ain’t nobody gonna get better than that
Now I got 76 problems cause I live in an apocalypse
Most of them are solved when I go take the shooter off my hip
Come up to my settlement, you’ll see just what I’m all ’bout
‘Bout to drop a bomb, now that is what you call a fallout

[Chorus]
You got to walk when the wind says walk
You got to run when the gun says hi
You got nothin’ and no one to turn to now
And 76 Reasons to die
And we go
One step, two step, guns to the sky
Pocket those caps and wipe that knife
Three step, four step, never ask why
76 Reasons to die

[Verse 3: Dan Bull]
Hmm, where to start? I best begin here (Where’s that?)
West Virginia, mountainous dominion
Suddenly lookin’ a little more Syrian
It’s as if Cyrodil met Oblivion
A bit of heaven with decor that’s hideous
And I bet I’m the busiest, silliest
Resident ever to trek through the hilliest
Pleasantest bit of American land
With a selection of weapons in hand
Steppin’ up head to head with your gang
Ready to mess up whatever you’ve planned
I work hard to earn lots of perk cards
You jerk hard to burn off your butt lard
Now I’m projectin’, amateur flexin’
Tryin’ to account for my lack of progression
Damagin’ reps of collabers I’m next to
Better not step to our direction
Oi, where all my people at?
I don’t need to beat a rat
With a piece of rusty plumbing
I want runnin’ NPCs on tap
What’s happenin’ to V.A.T.S?
I’m pressin’ it but I can’t get it to pause
There’s Deathclaws at the door
Like Mormons born excessively jawed
What you threatenin’ for?
You’re definitely not protected by laws
But check any small print with caution
To prevent getting caught by the death clause

[Chorus]
You got to walk when the wind says walk
You got to run when the gun says hi
You got nothin’ and no one to turn to now
And 76 Reasons to die
And we go
One step, two step, guns to the sky
Pocket those caps and wipe that knife
Three step, four step, never ask why
76 Reasons to die

[Verse 4: Fabvl]
Welcome to the wild I ain’t talkin’ ’bout the West
Crawl up out the vault into apocalyptic mess
Demons in the sky, you won’t survive, it’s not a test
Better learn to put a bullet through your neighbour’s chest
Reason to die, don’t even try, bleeding, I’m leavin’ you, eaten alive
Freezin’ and dry, Bloatfly, Roach, or Mutant, headin’ the cry
It’s you or I
Leavin’ a legion of heathens beaten, seepin’ and fried
Keep that rifle up and move it
Pip Boy loaded up, you know I’m lootin’
If I see a Brahmin, best believe that I’ll be shootin’
Humans, petrified and cooked up like some cumin
Come and rebuild it, yea join the movement, sing it with me

[Chorus]
You got to walk when the wind says walk
You got to run when the gun says hi
You got nothin’ and no one to turn to now
And 76 Reasons to die
And we go
One step, two step, guns to the sky
Pocket those caps and wipe that knife
Three step, four step, never ask why
76 Reasons to die

[Outro]

2Pac – No Part Of Dis Lyrics

[Intro]
Flavor Unit in tha mothafuckin’ house
2Pac ready to set this out
For the niggas that thought I fell off
This especially goes out to my mothafuckin’ homie AG

[Verse 1]
Everybody’s wondering if I fell just to get a couple cents
While I still be (hot as hell)
Now I’m back to rip this track like I’m dislexic
Niggas stay vextin’, hextin’ how I sextin’
Now who’s next, prepare to hear a text of speak of a nigga that be
Harder than all the heads up in the projects
Why you’re starring now, wonderin’ how I rip and rock the shit
Pimpin’, poppin’ shit, 2Pac’ll hit you with some hippity hoppity shit
Niggas get a grip or slip and slit yo’ shit
I hate you quit for some old shit you ain’t equipped to kick
2Pac’ll live (?) to take control-
[cut]

[Chorus(?)]
(Go, go, go, go, go!)
(No part of dis!)

[Verse 2/3(?)]
If I had a bigger dick or a dime for every time
Motherfuckers took a bid of a lies filling my rhyme
I’ll be richer than a bitch with a trick, who pickpockets
Equiped with the dick that’s so thick, it fits sockets
Please don’t misinterpret what I say to get dirty
Motherfuckers wanna jerk me (?) wonder
A fucking freestyle frenzy for the-
[cut]

Michael Bublé – Help Me Make It Through the Night Lyrics

[Verse 1: Michael Bublé]
Take that ribbon from your hair
Shake it loose and let it fall
Lay your head soft against your skin
Like the shadow on the wall

[Verse 2: Loren Allred]
Come and lay down by my side
Till the early morning light
All I’m taking is your time
Help me make it through the night

[Pre-Chorus: Michael Bublé & Loren Allred]
I don’t care who’s right or wrong
I will try to understand
Let the devil take tomorrow
Lord tonight I need a friend

[Chorus: Loren Allred, Michael Bublé, Michael Bublé & Loren Allred]
Yesterday is dead and gone
Yesterday is dead and gone
And tomorrow’s out of sight
And tomorrow’s out of sight
And it’s sad to be alone
Help me make it through the night

[Pre-Chorus: Michael Bublé & Loren Allred, Michael Bublé, Loren Allred]
I don’t care who’s right or wrong
I will try to understand
Let the devil take tomorrow
Lord tonight I need a friend (Oh, tonight I need a friend)

[Chorus: Michael Bublé, Loren Allred, Michael Bublé & Loren Allred]
Yesterday is dead and gone (It’s dead and gone)
But tomorrow’s out of sight (But tomorrow’s out of sight)
And it’s sad to be alone
Help me make it through the night

[Outro: Loren Allred, Michael Bublé, Michael Bublé & Loren Allred]
I don’t wanna be alone
Help me make it through the night
You don’t have to be alone
I’ll help you make it through the night