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Juicy J – Ain’t Nothing (feat. Wiz Khalifa & Ty Dolla $ign)

Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked

That’s my fam, I’ll hold ’em down forever
Us against the world, we can battle whoever
Together ain’t no way gonna fail
You know I got your back, just like a turtle shell
Nobody do it better
All my brothers tryna get some cheddar
We all want our cut like the shredder
Me and my bros come together for the dough
Bought the orange Lamborghini, call it Michelangelo
With the nun chucks doors and I’m pullin’ up slow
When we fall up in the party, they know anything goes
Check my rolex they say I’m the man of the hour
All this green in my pockets, you can call it turtle power

(All for one when we fight together)
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
(All for one when we ride together)
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
(All for one when we fight together)
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
(This family can bear any weather)
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked

Uh ain’t nothing that could come in between me and my brothers
We all around if it’s going down
It’s just us, all for one, yeah you hear ’em right
Our business done, we disappear into the night
Came up together, so we all down for the fight
Ain’t nothing wrong with that
Family, ain’t nothing strong as that
And I’ll be posted up where the strong is at
Brothers by my side, city on my back, real heroes
That’s what the people want
They ain’t born, gotta create ’em
Sayin’ we gone as soon as we save ’em
That’s part of the plan
By my side I’mma keep my brothers
Live or die man we need each other, uh

(All for one when we fight together)
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
(All for one when we ride together)
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
(All for one when we fight together)
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
(This family can bear any weather)
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked

4 Hittas, 4winners
Tryna tell ’em you don’t wanna go to war wid us
We be them, we be them (young riders)
Raised in the gutters, really started (from the bottom)
Hey, we all we ever had
We all we ever needed and we undefeated
We be goin’ hard, and make it look easy
Gimme the whole pie, real cheesy
I told ya girl no! But you won’t believe me
She takin’ pics for me, told her smile fo’ me
Pass her off, I’m a real team playa
Bandanna on my face like a gangsta

Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked

Twenty One Pilots – Heavydirtysoul

[Verse 1]
There’s an infestation in my mind’s imagination
I hope they choke on smoke cause I’m smoking them out the basement
This is not rap, this is not hip-hop
Just another attempt to make the voices stop
Rapping to prove nothing, just writing to say something
Cause I wasn’t the only one who wasn’t rushing to saying nothing
This doesn’t mean I lost my dream
It’s just right now I got a really crazy mind to clean

[Pre-Chorus]
Gangsters don’t cry
Therefore, therefore I’m Mr. Misty-eyed, therefore I’m

[Chorus]
Can you save
Can you save my
Can you save my heavydirtysoul?
Can you save
Can you save my
Can you save my heavydirtysoul?
For me, for me, oh
Can you save my heavydirtysoul?
For me, for me, oh
Can you save my heavydirtysoul?

[Verse 2]
Nah, I didn’t understand a thing you said
If I didn’t know better, I’d guess you’re all already dead
Mindless zombies walking around with a limp and a hunch
Saying stuff like, “you only live once"
You got one time to figure it out
One time to twist and one time to shout
One time to think and I say we start now
Sing it with me if you know what I’m talking about

[Pre-Chorus]
Gangsters don’t cry
Therefore, therefore I’m Mr. Misty-eyed, therefore I’m

[Chorus]
Can you save
Can you save my
Can you save my heavydirtysoul?
Can you save
Can you save my
Can you save my heavydirtysoul?
For me, for me, oh
Can you save my heavydirtysoul?
For me, for me, oh
Can you save my heavydirtysoul?

[Bridge]
Death inspires me like a dog inspires a rabbit
Death inspires me like a dog inspires a rabbit

[Chorus]
Can you save
Can you save my
Can you save my heavydirtysoul?
Can you save
Can you save my
Can you save my heavydirtysoul?
For me, for me, oh
Can you save my heavydirtysoul?
For me, for me, oh
Can you save my heavydirtysoul?

[Outro]
Can you save
Can you save my, save my
Can you save my heavydirtysoul?
Can you save
Can you save save my, save my
Can you save my heavydirtysoul?

Tenth Avenue North – I Have This Hope

As I walk this great unknown
Questions come and questions go
Was there purpose for the pain?
Did I cry these tears in vain?
I don’t want to live in fear
I want to trust that You are near
Trust Your grace can be seen
In both triumph and tragedy
I have this hope
In the depth of my soul
In the flood or the fire
You’re with me and You won’t let go
But sometimes my faith feels thin
Like the night will never end
Will You catch every tear
Or will You just leave me here?
But I have this hope
In the depth of my soul
In the flood or the fire
You’re with me and You won’t let go
So, whatever happens I will not be afraid
Cause You are closer than this breath that I take
You calm the storm when I hear You call my name
I still believe that one day I’ll see Your face
And I have this hope
In the depth of my soul
In the flood or the fire
You’re with me
I have this hope
In the depth of my soul
In the flood or the fire
You’re with me and You won’t let go
In the flood or the fire
You’re with me and You won’t let go

Rag’n’Bone Man – Odetta

[Verse 1]
You were always tryna fill the void of my brother
Habits so old, tryna find that something new
Never stand in the arms of a lover
Seeking darkness wherever lightning shine through

[Pre-Chorus]
Alone came a morning of another
Blind sided by your sweet surprise

[Chorus]
Odetta, don’t you know
That you saved this young man’s soul?
He go watch you getting wise
And you go watch him growing old

[Verse 2]
You’re always searching for destruction
Now you bare the scars of a path in which you chose
It takes a brave and a stronger kind of woman
To follow where such a broken man can go

[Pre-Chorus]
Alone came a morning of another
Blind sided by your sweet surprise

[Chorus]
Odetta, don’t you know
That you saved this young man’s soul?
He go watch you getting wise
And you go watch him growing old

[Bridge]
You got to hold him close
Odetta, don’t you ever let him go
Might be a long wild road
Although we may need you there
We need you now more than ever

[Chorus]
Odetta, don’t you know
That you saved this young man’s soul?
He go watch you getting wise
And you go watch him growing old
Odetta

R3hab – Trouble (feat. Vérité) (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1]
I know you love her, love her
But deep down under the covers, covers
Does she know that I am the other, other
Does she?

[Pre-Chorus]
Well it’s not like I planned this, planned this
But you were so fucking romantic, romantic
Why you always acting so frantic, frantic
Listen to me
Just love me, love me, love me, love me when the lights go down
And hold me, hold me, hold me till it’s dawn
And maybe you can make me forgive myself
And leave me, leave me, leave me when it’s done

[Chorus]
‘Cause you’ve been nothing but trouble
I know what you’re up to
Trying to get into my head
‘Cause you’ve been nothing but trouble
I know what you’re up to
Play it over and over again

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2]
No I won’t blow your cover, cover
I know it’s not your fault that you love her, love her
And I’m betting that you will discover
I’m not someone you can try to keep

[Pre-Chorus]
Well it’s not like I planned this, planned this
But you were so fucking romantic, romantic
Why you always acting so frantic, frantic
Listen to me
Just love me, love me, love me, love me when the lights go down
And hold me, hold me, hold me till it’s dawn
And maybe you can make me forgive myself
And leave me, leave me, leave me when it’s done

[Chorus]
‘Cause you’ve been nothing but trouble
I know what you’re up to
Trying to get into my head
‘Cause you’ve been nothing but trouble
I know what you’re up to
Play it over and over again

[Instrumental Break]

NxWorries – Lyk Dis (On A Rooftop) (Live)

[Intro: Anderson .Paak]
Yeah
Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Anderson .Paak]
Don’t want your heart, don’t want your love
I want the head, I want the tongue
Who put the pussy in the coffin?
Then make it rise to god above
You would be down on all occasions
I fuck the sense up out your bank
Don’t call me common, call me Crazy
No need to thank me, yours for the taking

[Bridge: Anderson .Paak]
And yeah, would you know, would you know it
Good love in the morning?
Only one way to show it
Turn around, let me go in

[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
Let your hair down (Just like this)
Poke your back out (Just like this)
Talk dirty to me (Just like this)
Everything you do, oh when you do it (Just like this)
Say my name love (Just like this)
Now pick your legs up (Just like this)
Everything you do, oh when you do it

[Verse 2: Anderson .Paak]
And I’m the favourite
Keep on your heels, take off your leggings
Who turned you on, and crawling, begging?
Who told your mum you’d have my babies?
I won’t be long, I won’t be brief
You at your peak is all I need
Something to hold you for the long run
Come get this awesome, won’t you take it off for me

[Bridge: Anderson .Paak]
And yeah, would you know, would you know it
Good love in the morning?
Only one way to show it
Turn around, let me go in

[Outro: Anderson .Paak]
Say…
Eye contact (Just like this)
Bring your arms back (Just like this)
Take the whole thing (Just like this)
Everything you do, oh when you do it (Just like this)
Say my name love (Just like this)
Now pick your legs up (Just like this)
Everything you do, oh when you do it

Yeah
Oh yeah yeah, everything you do, oh when you do it
(Yeah yeah) Hey!
(Good love)
(Wrong way) Say
(Turn around) Hey!

Mym & Almighty – Adderall

(Drop it!)
(Drop it!)
(Drop it!
Me meto a la disco bajo el efecto de Adderall,
Loco literal mi hermano mira mi historial (Drop it!)
Mis putas son finas como el agua de un mineral,
Adderall, si no tienes tetas y culo te mando a operar. (Drop it!)

(Coro)
Adderall, me meto a la disco bajo el efecto de Adderall,
Adderall, loco literal mi hermano mira mi historial,
Pastillas de tos’ colores dime cuál quieres probar ?
Adderall me llevo a tu puta con un Adderall. (Drop it!)

Como jodedor a la joda con estas pastillas soy como un gradado sin toga
Adderall ni la convencí de darme sexo oral,
Se arrodilló y no fue pa’ orar
Con su roto jugué billar (Drop it!)
Le dije que la iba a llevar
Mi herma no suelte’ a tu puta póngale un collar
Que ya me quiere degollar
Paselo en mi zona y si cruza lo voa’ atropellar (Drop it!)
Unión pa’ que vivan sin droga , entréguenmela toda
Que soy un adicto flow gordito con la soda!
Como pastor a la boda , como fashionista a la moda
Como jodedor a la joda con estas pastillas soy como un gradado sin toga

Y si se te nota
Que tienes los ojos chinos con la nota
Es que ya la bota estuvo en la pelota
Es que es una shorty pero con nalgota
Mezcla adderalles con pasto y se bota!

(Coro)
Adderall, me meto a la disco bajo el efecto de Adderall,
Adderall, loco literal mi hermano mira mi historial,
Pastillas de tos’ colores dime cuál quieres probar ?
Adderall me llevo a tu puta con un Adderall. (Drop it!)

Bájala con agua que te ahogas,
Me pillan y salgo en 15
Si tengo par de abogados que me abogan
Los saco y el sticker de mi eslogan
Soy leyenda a lo Hulk Hogan
Abran punto y se les quiebran como logan

Adderall ni la convencí de darme sexo oral,
Se arrodilló y no fue pa’ orar
Con su roto jugué billar
Le dije que la iba a llevar
Mi herma no suelte’ a tu puta póngale un collar
Que ya me quiere degollar
Paselo en mi zona y si cruza lo voa’ atropellar

Así me transformo en Almighty
Los culos van al airy
Ven bajo a la disco a la bola con gui’ de Kaylie
Soy el poingar
Soy como un virus me dicen la monga
A tu puta le doy del rosado y ya quiere ya quiere que yo se lo ponga! (Drop
It!)

Me meto a la disco bajo el efecto de Adderall,
Loco literal mi hermano mira mi historial,
Mis putas son finas como el agua de un mineral,
Adderall, si no tienes tetas y culo te mando a operar.

(Coro)
Adderall, me meto a la disco bajo el efecto de Adderall,
Adderall, loco literal mi hermano mira mi historial,
Pastillas de tos’ colores dime cuál quieres probar ?
Adderall me llevo a tu puta con un Adderall. (Drop it!)

Como un jodedor a la joda con estas pastillas soy como un gradado sin toga
Como un jodedor a la joda con estas pastillas soy como un gradado sin toga
Como un jodedor a la joda con estas pastillas soy como un gradado sin toga

mansionz – Rich White Girls

[Hook: Blackbear]
Rich white girls
All I’m doing is wasting my time chasing rich white girls
All they do is bitch and they whine
So tell me what could I give you that your daddy can’t give you
Baby what could I give, to a rich white girl
They only love me when I pay’em no mind

[Verse 1: Mike Posner]
Your purses, your girlfriend’s, your love of hurting me
My new car, my new house, my insecurities
You kiss me as if it’s a favor done for me, ohh
And dating a man like me is just a change in scenery
‘Cause you never learned what it’s like to treat someone decently

[Hook: Blackbear]
You’re just a rich white girl
And all I’m doing is wasting my time chasing rich white girls
All they do is bitch and they whine
So tell me what could I give you that your daddy can’t give you
Baby what could I give, to a rich white girl
They only love me when I pay’em no mind

[Verse 2: Mike Posner and Blackbear]
I thought that the last tour would help me fill the hole
And then came the income, outcome I’m still alone
So now I’m just tryna distract my self with you, ohh
And you were born inside a castle next to the sea
So how you gonna wake up in a hotel room next to me

[Hook: Blackbear]
Rich white girls
All I’m doing is wasting my time chasing rich white girls
All they do is bitch and they whine
So tell me what could I give you that your daddy can’t give you
Baby what could I give
Tell me what could I give you that your daddy can’t give you
Baby what could I give, to a rich white girl
And all I’m doing is wasting my time chasing rich white girls
All they do is bitch and they whine
So tell me what could I give you that your daddy can’t give you
Baby what could I give
So tell me what could I give you that your daddy can’t give you
Baby what could I give, to a rich white girl
They only love me when I pay’em no mind

[Outro: Snooze God]
You just some rich white boys
And all these girls is wasting they time
And Bear got like 30 in line (yup)
Mike got a couple in line (uh huh)
You know what I mean
(Blackbear and Mike Posner): What about you Snooze?
Shit, I’m just tryna sell these VIPs and hit the strip club man, you know me

Kevin Garrett – Pulling Me Under

I’ve been thinking about lately
That’s the hardest part
There are things only you can make me feel
Be wrapped up in my arms

I still wonder if we’re ever gonna work around
Your touch will [?], your touch
And you still think I don’t [?], I want it
Your love, your love

Yeah
Oh nanananana, oh nanananana
Don’t look now
But she’s moving too fast, about to [?]
Oh nanananana, oh nanananana
Only words
‘Cause if she’s on the rhyme, I’d never keep her

You get me spinning round, round, round
You don’t have to make your sound, sound, sound
And it’s hard enough keeping my head above the ground
Because your touch, your touch, your touch

Is pulling me under
Pulling me under

I’ve been thinking about the same things
[?] effort in your heart
There’s not many you can break me
But you really left the scars, scars

Oh nanananana, oh nanananana
Don’t look now
‘Cause she’s moving too fast, about to [?]
Oh nanananana, oh nanananana
Only words
‘Cause if she’s on the rhyme, I’d never keep her

You get me spinning round, round, round
You don’t have to make your sound, sound, sound
And it’s hard enough keeping my head above the ground
Because your touch, your touch, your touch

Is pulling me under
Pulling me under

Oh nanananana, oh nanananana
Settle down
‘Cause you’re moving too fast, she’s about to [?]
Oh nanananana, oh nanananana
Only words
‘Cause your name’s on the rhyme, you’d never keep her

You get me spinning round, round, round
You don’t have to make your sound, sound, sound
And it’s hard enough keeping my head above the ground
Because your touch, your touch, your touch

Is pulling me under
Pulling me under
Yeah, pulling me under
Pulling me under

Dan + Shay – When I Pray For You

[Verse 1]
I talk to God about you
And I ain’t even met you yet
Everybody’s waitin’ on you here
I can’t wait to feel your heart beat
When I lay you on my chest
I’m already holding back my tears
I wanna be the dad that my dad was
I hope that I don’t mess this whole thing up

[Chorus]
I pray you love like your momma
And you forgive just like she does
And when this life knocks you down
I hope you get down on your knees
Cause that’s what I do, that’s what I do
When I pray for you
Oh, and I pray for you

[Verse 2]
I know you’re gonna grow up some day
But don’t forget to take your time
And take the time to call back home
It ain’t always gonna be easy
It ain’t always gonna be fair
I know you ain’t always gonna need me
But I promise that I’ll always be there

[Chorus]
I pray you love like your momma
And you forgive just like she does
And when this life knocks you down
I hope you get down on your knees
Cause that’s what I do, that’s what I do
When I pray for you
Oh, and I pray for you

[Bridge]
I talk to God about you
When everything around me breaks
I look up and hear him say

[Chorus]
Love like your momma
And forgive just like she does
And when this life knocks you down
I hope you get down on your knees
Cause that’s what I do, thats what I do
When I pray for you
When I pray for you
When I pray for you

Russ – The Journey

[Intro]
Yeah, ooh
The hotel room, always workin’
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Out in California countin’ up my blessings
Only 24 with a multi million dollar pension
Off my catalogue
That’s ’cause I’m a don like Cheadle
‘Cause I’m on
And I got more songs than the Beatles, woah
That’s a stretch?
Yeah, I guess
But you get the jist
Laughin’ at the skeptics ’cause
I always knew I’d get this rich
Family knew and Bugus knew
That’s probably about it
Quicker you come in the game
The quicker you go out it
Y’all ain’t really ’bout shit
Y’all ain’t got no substance
Yea I heard your little viral song
Some fun, dumb shit
Some one month shit
You’re a seasonal rapper
You a bitch the world fucks
‘Cause we leavin you after
Don’t hit my phone with some stupid shit
That’s not why I gave you my new number, you stupid bitch
Delete and block you
I don’t have to, but I want to
I’m just trimming the fat
Haters drowning in doubt
Meanwhile I’m swimming in cash
I was never cool with y’all, don’t try to link up now
Cuz my train left the station, but it’s a brink’s truck now
I switch up styles
Like I was dating Badu
It’s common to hate on the truth
I’m carving my name on the roof of
Hip Hop then breakin on through
To the otherside like Jim Morrison
Guzzlin’ gin wondering if I drink more than him
Scary thought
I got the juice like Barry Bonds
I ain’t tryna blend in like white kids with sperrys on
You’re faker than these rappers who keep tryna claim indie
Major connections millions behind you
You’re not indie
Get offended, then I got you by Hip-Hops’ collar
‘Cause Bugus told me that only a hit-dog hollers
Top dollars what they pay me for the flows now-a-days
Free weed, free women, free clothes now-a-days
All we got is time, so my time is my investor
I’m single, so I save money and live better
I need my plaques advanced
Tell the RIAA
Underrated and overlooked
Yes but never underpaid
Blew up off the web like Peter Parker
Went from flying 32F
To private jets getting chartered
This is my departure
Use to think it was delayed
‘Till I let go of the wheel and let my faith fly my plane
That’s when I started taking off
Millions in my bank account
Manifested everything
Became what I would think about
20,000 dollars for the show is what I’m making now
And that’s just the guarantee
Before the merch and meet and greets
And that’s only accurate as of today
I’m St. Louis with my hoes fly ’em back to LA
That’s when I’m there ’cause really lately I’ve been all over
Studios my gym I lift my family up I’m all shoulders
I fall forward I don’t ever fail
I went from past due bills
To 50 bands I’m getting better mail
Every sale I make I keep 100%
I put in overtime cuz momma owes 100 in debt
That’s low ballin’
No calling my phone I’m in Greece
Self pressures at my neck
Aegean Sea at my feet
Took my mom around the world
My bucket list is ever changing
Women wet on arrival fuckin’ chicks is better famous
I’m poppin from the Southside to the Sudan
This time last year mom applied for a food stamps yeah
And now it’s Michelin star restaurants in every country new guala
The only one in the whole place below 40 with two commas
I Love the way I did it
Can’t nobody tell me shit
‘Cause ain’t nobody make me hot
And ain’t nobody make me rich
Hope that cash that your flashings been provisioned for your taxes
‘Cause the IRS is watching
Flossing could be problematic
You should chill, act like you’ve seen some money before
I can’t date a chick that’s never left the country before
So take your bra off, put your hair up
Put my hoodie on
Eyes are windows to the soul
Yours say "put me on"
I got you baby every morning like I’m mark McGrath
And your body and my hands is my next collab
I’m texting back but not enough because my life is popping
You hop from dude to dude and club to club
I’m island hoppin’
Reminiscin’ back before I had one track
Back when I would put a half a gram in blunt wraps
When me and Bugus got so high before our graduation
I think I got too high, I don’t remember graduatin’
Laughing thinking fuck diplomas I got plaques now
Use to celebrate 1,000 plays looking back now
I realize that the journey is everything
There ain’t no destination man the journey is everything
Looking back I realize the journey is everything
Ain’t no destination man the journey is everything

H.E.R. – Your Way

[Intro]
(Baby I wanna come see you
Said I really wanna come see you
Don’t you worry ’bout a thing
Just wanting to hold you
Baby I wanna come see you
Said I really wanna come see you
Don’t you worry ’bout a thing
Just wanting to hold you)

[Verse 1]
Boy, you’ve been lurking in my mind
And you know it wasn’t long before
I had a feeling this would rise

[Bridge]
Speeding down the 101
It’s about twelve I wanna
Hear your voice, spend some one on one time with you
Now I ain’t even gotta front
I can never get enough
We can do whatever you want to do

[Hook]
You can have it your way
Your way, your way, your way, your way
So I’m coming your way, your way
So you can have it your, have it your, have it your way

[Verse 2]
Babe, there ain’t nothing left to say
Can’t wait until we’re standing face to face
I’ll make sure there’s no delay
You got me

[Bridge]
Speeding down the 101
It’s about twelve I wanna
Hear your voice, spend some one on one time with you
Now I ain’t even gotta front
I can never get enough
We can do whatever you want to do

[Hook]
You can have it your way
Your way, your way, your way, your way
So I’m coming your way, your way
So you can have it your, have it your, have it your way

[Outro]
Maybe I’m going too far
I should just stay in the car
Maybe I’m losing my mind
I’m running all of the lights
Wondering what we are
We are, we are, we are

D Savage 3900 – I Know II

[Intro]
Uh, ay, what, what what
All these bitches they be blowing up my phone
R.I.P. JACK
I know

[Hook]
I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know, I know
I know, ah
I know, I know, I know, I know
All these bitches they be blowing up my phone
I know, I know yeah
Aye, double cup the styrofoam
I know, I know
Do your dance on that bitch, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

[Verse]
I know, rockin’ fancy clothes
Fucked your ex bitch, I got some shit you wanna know
Catch me crusin’ through the 9, posted at the corner store
I just got some drop, go cop me a faygo
Got groupie hoes on my dick and they do what I say so
Went to the bank, then dipped to the crib so I can change clothes
She see my ice, then she know that I’ma boss
She wanna fuck me, cuff me, but I ain’t with that shit
Cuban Jesus Piece around my neck
It look like dirty piss
I’m at the trap house making plays
I drop a stack and make it flip
The same niggas that’s hatin’ on me girlfriend ride all on my dick
You say you hate me, but you stalk my page you fucking hypocrite

[Hook]
I know, I know
I know, I know
All these bitches they be blowing up my phone
I know, I know yeah
Aye, double cup the styrofoam
I know, I know
Do your dance on that bitch, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know

Young Dolph – Gelato (Gelato Album)

[Hook]
I got gelato in the air
I got money everywhere
This bitch blowing up my cell’
Broke her heart and I don’t care
I got pretty bitches walking ‘round in their underwear
Bells of kush that’s all I sell
I fuck bitches by the pearl
They say he ain’t playing fair
That boy that be fresh as hell
All this fucking ice all on me that bitch couldn’t do none’ but stare
I got gelato in the air
I got pistols everywhere
They say God don’t like hate
I might send that boy to hell

[Verse 1]
Smoking on some shit that you can’t get inside my ‘rari
With a Barbie, yeah he young, and he rich and retarded
Sitting at the house and that just turned into a party
Got some bitches and some molly want a beef and I don’t squash it
Old rapper from the other side of town was hating so I fucked his baby mama now he sick, ya dig
In the club standing on top of shit and smoking gelato
Pouring up activis giving bitches gold bottles
Got a lot of scales, a lot of work
Lot of chains on, no shirt
I’ve been counting too much paper it got my hands hurt
I’m in the backseat laughing at the haters close the curtains

[Hook]
I got gelato in the air
I got money everywhere
This bitch blowing up my cell’
Broke her heart and I don’t care
I got pretty bitches walking ‘round in their underwear
Bells of kush that’s all I sell
I fuck bitches by the pearl
They say he ain’t playing fair
That boy that be fresh as hell
All this fucking ice all on me that bitch couldn’t do none’ but stare
I got gelato in the air
I got pistols everywhere
They say God don’t like hate
I might send that boy to hell

[Verse 2]
I just left the bank, I do what you can’t
I just drunk a paint, you should be ashamed
Your bitch gave me brain, in eternally
Heard you got a hit on me homie I hope they’ve got a good aim
I got on six chains, three big diamond rings
Trap nigga with a hundred mill later I’ll still be the same
All I do is smoke weed, I’m covered up with double G’s
The same room sold a hundred P’s and had a threesome at the double G

[Hook]
I got gelato in the air
I got money everywhere
This bitch blowing up my cell’
Broke her heart and I don’t care
I got pretty bitches walking ‘round in their underwear
Bells of kush that’s all I sell
I fuck bitches by the pearl
They say he ain’t playing fair
That boy that be fresh as hell
All this fucking ice all on me that bitch couldn’t do none’ but stare
I got gelato in the air
I got pistols everywhere
They say God don’t like hate
I might send that boy to hell

Young Dolph – Baller Alert (Gelato Album)

[Intro]
Izze the producer
Oh yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ha ha
Honorary member

[Hook]
I smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup
Did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work
Walk up in the spot, they like baller alert
Jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt (damn)
I smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup
Did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work
Walk up in the spot, they like baller alert
Jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt (woah)

[Verse]
I heard you beefin’, ain’t nobody got shot yet?
Four hundred thousand dollar coupe parked in the projects
A half a million dollar wardrobe in the closet
Only nigga in the city 488 ‘Rari
I wen’t from sellin’ bales to sellin’ out shows, nigga
Who cut the lights on? Got all my ice on
Fuck a record deal, fuck a co-sign
I signed to the plug, nigga, back in oh-five (aye)
Made a quarter million sellin’ dope in North Memphis
Made a whole ticket, nigga, just in South Memphis
Remember all the bad bitches stay in East Memphis
But I think my black haven bitch was the thickest (for real)
But I swear my California bitch was the littest
I just flew a bad bitch in from Philly
She said she just wanna fuck and go to Wet Willies
I just had a smoke session in the back of the Bentley (hey, give me a lighter)
I might send twenty to your doorstep for Christmas (Merry Christmas)
They don’t want us to ball, they want us in prison (damn)
I spent in the mall every time that I visit
I’m on tour ‘cross the country, bunch of skreet niggas with me
Them niggas rappin’ them fake gangsta stories in the way
I can show you how to get eighty pounds in one day
They can teach you how to hate, I’mma show you how to get paid
I put 20K dirty money in the collection plate
Aye, nine-hundred bands in my old-school Chevrolet (yeah)
Racks on top of racks, everyday I elevate (yeah)
Dodged a fed case, so everyday I celebrate (say what?)
Dodged a fed case, so everyday I celebrate (whoo)
God keep blessin’ me, so everyday I meditate (thank you)
Them bitches, I don’t trust ’em, tell a hater I say "fuck ’em"
Aye, aye, I be fresh as fuck when you see me donnin’
Tell the truth fuck nigga, you wanna be me donnin’
Doin’ donuts in a coupe that costs a house (skrr)
Aye, be quiet, you can’t hear ’em, smokin’ loud
This lil’ bad bitch with me poppin’ perkies
I say "What that is?", she say "That’s a thirty"
I woke up this mornin’ in a penthouse
Turnin’ down bad bitches, I’m the shit now
I’m geeked up, Facebook
Twenty Glocks, three carbons, eight Dracos
At the stash house stackin’ money like it’s Legos
Smokin’ big blunts, rubber bandin’ pesos
She mad at me just because I never text her back (damn)
She just want me to come over and kill her from the back (back)

[Hook]
I smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup
Did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work
Walk up in the spot, they like baller alert
Jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt (damn)
I smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup
Did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work
Walk up in the spot, they like baller alert
Jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt (woah)

Young Dolph – On The River (feat. Wiz Khalifa) (Gelato Album)

[Intro: Young Dolph & Wiz Khalifa]
Pretty white bitches sniffin’ cocaine
My trap house live like the "Soul Train"
I had a dream when I was a young nigga (me too)
Bad bitches
Young live money, big pound of weed in that motherfucker
Gang gang, yeah

[Hook: Young Dolph]
If she ain’t pretty, she can’t ride with me (hell no)
If she ain’t got ass, I don’t wanna smash (no thank you)
Weed so good, I don’t wanna pass it(whoooo)
All I smoke is killer (strong), your bitch look like "Thriller" (damn)
I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (skrrt)
Fuckin’ with the realest, don’t know a nigga realer (aye)
Yeah, I can show you how to make that money triple (work)
Took her out to eat, fucked her on the river (huh)

[Verse 1: Young Dolph & Wiz Khalifa]
Syrup sipper, and she full of that liquor (yeah)
Took her out to eat, fucked her on the river (yeah)
She started with me first, pulling on my zipper (yeah)
She thick-alicious, so you know I had to hit her
God damn, hell no, boy you know I didn’t kiss her (no)
I’m from Memphis you know I thought about pimping her(yup)
G’s up hoes down
I might break a bitch like I break down a pound
Want the work for cheap jump on a plane go out of town
Yeah you see that boy ain’t solid make that pussy stay from round
All I wanna do is count money and lay up with my lil’ bitch
Rich niggas ain’t dumb, dumb niggas ain’t rich

[Hook: Young Dolph]
If she ain’t pretty, she can’t ride with me (hell no)
If she ain’t got ass, I don’t wanna smash (no thank you)
Weed so good, I don’t wanna pass it(whoooo)
All I smoke is killer (strong), your bitch look like "Thriller" (damn)
I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (skrrt)
Fuckin’ with the realest, don’t know a nigga realer (aye)
Yeah, I can show you how to make that money triple (work)
Took her out to eat, fucked her on the river (huh)

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa & Young Dolph]
All I smoke is killer (strong)
Gotta shout out Killer (hey)
See me in the club, I be standing next to killers (woah)
Got a crib in Cali so my car ain’t got no ceilings (drop?)
Smellin’ like that KK when I walk into the building (hey, hey!)
Bank roll, tryna get another million (racks)
Get jammed up he gon’ sing like Bryson Tiller (damn)
Garage look like the dealer (haha)
Y’all don’t look familiar (who is you?)
Plus I rep them Steelers (yeah)
Don’t care what the bill is (aha!)
Buy it all, buy it all, buy it all
I met the bitch on the first night, she gon’ try it all
I feel bad for a nigga ’cause he keep tryna call
Got a Rover at my crib, she’ll be back to you tomorrow

[Hook: Young Dolph]
If she ain’t pretty, she can’t ride with me (hell no)
If she ain’t got ass, I don’t wanna smash (no thank you)
Weed so good, I don’t wanna pass it(whoooo)
All I smoke is killer (strong), your bitch look like "Thriller" (damn)
I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (skrrt)
Fuckin’ with the realest, don’t know a nigga realer (aye)
Yeah, I can show you how to make that money triple (work)
Took her out to eat, fucked her on the river (huh)

Young Dolph – Whole Lot (Gelato Album)

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 1]
One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
Big diamonds, big, timin’
One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Go get the money, nigga go
Got paper on my motherfucking mind
Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 2]
Pull up, jump out, something foreign
Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
A lot of whips, a lot of ice
A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

Young Dolph – Drop It Off (feat. Migos) (Gelato Album)

[Intro: Young Dolph & Quavo]
Yeah yeah it’s Dolph, Migos

[Hook: Quavo & Young Dolph]
Drop that sack off, drop the racks off
Bad bitch in my car, takin’ her panties off
We know you real soft, that’s real talk (real talk)
This is for my niggas that get them birds off (yeah yeah)
I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
If you ain’t getting no money
I wish you well (go get the money)
I’m havin’ too much traffic, neighbors gon’ tell (aye, pull up)
I gotta put you down by my clientele

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Clientele jumpin’ think I’m on to somethin’
I never had nothin’, that’s why I’m always stuntin’ (yea)
My right hand man was there when nobody wasn’t
You ever seen three million in cash nigga, in all hundreds
Shut the spot down I smell the drug task coming
Throw away all the phones, uh
I got rich off strong, yeah
If you take care of your family then you’re my type of nigga
I might sit down and trap and count some millions with you (woah) [?] Can’t do nothing with a broke hoe
Can’t trust a nigga cause where I come from they cut throat
You play ball, sell weed, or you cooking dope (which one)
If it ain’t bout big money, then I ain’t who you lookin’ for

[Hook: Young Dolph & Quavo]
Drop that sack off, drop the racks off
Takin’ her panties off
We know you real soft, yeah that’s real talk
This for my niggas get them birds off
I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
If you ain’t getting money wish you well (go get the money)
I’m havin’ too much traffic, neighbors gon’ tell (aye, pull up)
I gotta put you down by my clientele

[Verse 2: Quavo, Takeoff, & Offset]
Colossal, Gelato
Neighbors knockin’ at my door, ask what’s that loud smell? (Cookie)
Draco, aimin’ at my peephole (peephole)
Ain’t bout no violence, they gon’ tell, quick to call 12
Dribble the ball, bale, we sellin’ the raw, shells
He poppin’ that lame shit
The chopper shoot like it’s a ball player
Give me the pot, give me the pot, and I bet I turn it to paste
Who call the shots, who talk on wires?
I bet I turn em to waste
I keep the fire, Michael Myers
I’m in the dark, connivin’
Bombin’, Osama Bin Laden
Under the ground plottin’
Smokin’ on poison ivy, bricks in a porta-potty (bricks)
When I’m with Dolph we divin’
Slippery diamonds slidin’

[Hook: Quavo & Young Dolph]
Drop that sack off, drop the racks off
Bad bitch in my car, takin’ her panties off
We know you real soft, that’s real talk (real talk)
This is for my niggas that get them birds off (yeah yeah)
I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
If you ain’t getting no money
I wish you well (go get the money)
I’m havin’ too much traffic, neighbors gon’ tell (aye, pull up)
I gotta put you down by my clientele

Young Dolph – Run It Up (Gelato Album)

[Hook]
Quit bitchin’ nigga, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Quit complainin’ nigga, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Quit cryin’ nigga, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Quit bitchin’ nigga, run it up
Run it up, run it up

[Verse 1]
You can’t kick it with me if you ain’t a hustla
You can’t smoke out with me, I heard you a busta
You lie too much so I can’t trust ya
You hangin’ with some fuck niggas, so It’s motherfuck ya, aye
I told my niggas we was gon’ get rich together
I told momma "momma we gon’ be rich forever"
I can’t fuck with a nigga that don’t want shit
She get her own money, damn that’s my counter bitch
The plug prices was too high so I crossed the map
He saw me flexin’ now he lookin’ awful now

[Hook]
Quit bitchin’ nigga, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Quit complainin’ nigga, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Quit cryin’ nigga, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Quit bitchin’ nigga, run it up
Run it up, run it up

[Verse 2]
While you was at the house with the bitch cuddled up
I was on the block in the trap running it up
I can’t chase a bitch, I’m chasing commas bruh
Real niggas see eye to eye and you not one of us
Real niggas we don’t make excuses
They say flipper he ain’t too hard, he abusive
When it comes to the trap shit, I just do it
Million dollar play, watch me execute it
I can’t sleep for too long, I might miss some
Trap phone start jumpin’ bout six some

[Hook]
Quit bitchin’ nigga, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Quit complainin’ nigga, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Quit cryin’ nigga, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Quit bitchin’ nigga, run it up
Run it up, run it up

Young Dolph – Yeezy (Gelato Album)

[Verse 1]
I picked lil’ momma up and put some weed in the air
Now I’m smashin’ from the back and pull her weave out her hair
I had her on the bed from the couch to the trap
Then I had to tell her ‘bye, bitch I got dope to go sell’
Bitches love me but they know I’m a player
Every day I take chances and say my prayers
I never had a advance check over here
These rocks on me, nigga ice water clear
She too thick I told lil’ momma to come over here
She so thick she make a thong disappear
I put karats on my wrist, naked ears
The way she suck it I said ‘girl, you can’t be serious’
She the best at it, she a sex addict
MAC-11’s, AK’s and TEC’s in the addict
I got bad habits that’s what got me livin’ lavish
So I can’t complain uh bitch you know my name

[Hook]
All she wanna do is ride with a nigga
Pour my drank up and get high with nigga
She say she gon’ ride or die with a nigga
I put ice on her and let her shine with a nigga
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch

[Verse 2]
Pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new boo
Dues, dues in the club in my Gucci boot
Gettin’ a back massage while I’m eatin’ fruit
I just had a menage with my favourite two
I pull these rappers cards for fun, that’s what I do
I’m in a mansion with my son playin’ peek-a-boo
Boy you don’t take care of your kids so how I real is you
But you out here payin’ these hoes, boy you pitiful
My old bitch jealous on my new thang
I just did a show and went bought a new chain
I just threw your advance up at Blue Flame
She a bitch but she lonely cause you too lame

[Hook]
All she wanna do is ride with a nigga
Pour my drank up and get high with nigga
She say she gon’ ride or die with a nigga
I put ice on her and let her shine with a nigga
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch

Young Dolph – Bagg (feat. Lil Yachty) (Gelato Album)

[Hook: Young Dolph]
I got the streets
I got the juice
I got the weed, I got the drank, I got the coupe
I got the racks, I got the trap, I got the hoes
I got the strap, I got the hitters
Stay out my way, paper route business, hey!
I got the money (first you get the money)
I got the power (then you get the power)
We got the streets (hey, hey!)
Because they ours (uh-huh!)
I got the bag, I got the swag, I got the bag
‘Bout to go spend a bag, ’bout to go spend a bag
Go spend a bag, ’bout to go spend a bag, hey!

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
What is that question you asked?
What is in my bookbag?
That’s just a whole lot of cash
Or that’s just a whole lot of swag
I just got back from England
I just made a mil in three months
I just smoked an ounce in three blunts
I pour lean in my Grey Poupon
I never had shit so I stunt, flex
Half a million dollars worth of jewelry on while I’m havin’ sex
Real street nigga playin’ with paper
So I do it for the streets, fuck a hater
Yeah I threw the money on a stripper ho
But later on that night I fucked a waiter
‘Bout to go spend me a bag
I’m ’bout to go spend me a bag
I’m ’bout to go fuck on your bitch
Take her overseas with me, she in first class
I’m ’bout to go spend me a bag
I’m ’bout to go spend me a bag
Boy that’s a whole lot of swag
Gucci Timberlands with the matching rag

[Hook: Young Dolph]
I got the streets
I got the juice
I got the weed, I got the drank, I got the coupe
I got the racks, I got the trap, I got the hoes
I got the strap, I got the hitters
Stay out my way, paper route business, hey!
I got the money (first you get the money)
I got the power (then you get the power)
We got the streets (hey, hey!)
Because they ours (uh-huh!)
I got the bag, I got the swag, I got the bag
‘Bout to go spend a bag, ’bout to go spend a bag
Go spend a bag, ’bout to go spend a bag, hey!

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I got the the youth, I got the Benz
Was gon’ cop Bentley but then I got Maybach
That boy ain’t no soldier, he act like Pat Sajak
A nigga so fresh that I smell just like Ajax
Ooh, I got the bag
I got the swag in a box filled with tags
Show off my riches ’cause I came from rags
Jacksonville shawty, my bitch drive a Jag
Nigga run up, on my soul he’ll get dragged
I spend a whole lotta, Louis scarf wrapped like I came from Al-Qaeda
Fuck the rap game, I do not need no writers
I know the shooters and hang with the fighters
One kilo dab, I pipe up more than Rowdy Piper
Viper viper, my bro keep a sniper
Pop pop at your top
Fuck around and run it up like I’m Guap
Ay, never gon’ stop
Lil Boat take your worst day to the chop shop
Over there on the east block
He lives the thug life just like Pac
I live the good life, I’m the don
Young enough to be your mama’s son
But some hire mama’s sons
Still a nigga signing, fuck her older son
Shout out Zaya, got my neck and wrist on pawn

[Hook: Young Dolph]
I got the streets
I got the juice
I got the weed, I got the drank, I got the coupe
I got the racks, I got the trap, I got the hoes
I got the strap, I got the hitters
Stay out my way, paper route business, hey!
I got the money (first you get the money)
I got the power (then you get the power)
We got the streets (hey, hey!)
Because they ours (uh-huh!)
I got the bag, I got the swag, I got the bag
‘Bout to go spend a bag, ’bout to go spend a bag
Go spend a bag, ’bout to go spend a bag, hey!

[Verse 3: Young Dolph]
I pull up smokin’ out the bag
I’m ’bout to go spend a bag
I count that money real fast
I wonder if that’s her real ass
I’m on the E-way doin’ the dash
All this ice on me looking like glass
These bitches they love me like Shaft
In the trap I perfected my craft
Told you niggas ain’t real as us
Told you niggas ain’t seeing us
Lost a quarter mil re’ing up
Niggas too slow, ain’t keeping up
Sipping on Actavis
Drinking me a codeine daiquiri
Showed up late but fashionably
Every week is fashion week, yeah
Need a bad bitch that set it off like Jada
I don’t wanna fuck, I want you to hold my sack, I’ll pay you
In Pappadeaux eating alligator
My favorite app is a calculator
Yeah, I think I might go spend me a bag today my nigga

[Hook: Young Dolph]
I got the streets
I got the juice
I got the weed, I got the drank, I got the coupe
I got the racks, I got the trap, I got the hoes
I got the strap, I got the hitters
Stay out my way, paper route business, hey!
I got the money (first you get the money)
I got the power (then you get the power)
We got the streets (hey, hey!)
Because they ours (uh-huh!)
I got the bag, I got the swag, I got the bag
‘Bout to go spend a bag, ’bout to go spend a bag
Go spend a bag, ’bout to go spend a bag, hey!

Young Dolph – Special (Gelato Album)

[Intro]
Yeah
Hey who dat?
Oh that nigga must think he somebody special

[Hook]
I just stacked that dough up
I just stacked that dough up
Dolph walk in the building then it’s time to put your ho up
Promethazine we pour up
Gasoline I roll up
When I walk in the spot watch the whole club go up
That lil nigga he special [x3]
Bad bitches all in my section
That lil nigga he special [x3]
Bad bitches all in my section

[Verse 1]
Hol up, Hol up, Hol up, lean in my coca cola
Wrist cold like Minnesota
Smoking on that California
Dice gang high roller bitches say he buy polo
When I say I’m rolling dice I’m talking about 50 overnight
I use my trap phone for my alram clock
Millionair ebut i sitll might fuck a thot
Do she love me, or do she not
But i don’t really care because i love my gulla
Heard they looking for me pull up on that drop
Soon as that girl see me her panties drop
I don’t discuss money unless we talking about alot
Rock star i party hard smoke out on the Yacht

[Hook]
I just stacked that dough up
I just stacked that dough up
Dolph walk in the building then it’s time to put your ho up
Promethazine we pour up
Gasoline I roll up
When I walk in the spot watch the whole club go up
That lil nigga he special [x3]
Bad bitches all in my section
That lil nigga he special [x3]
Bad bitches all in my section

[Verse 2]
That lil nigga he special
Street niggas all in my section
Big rocks all on my bezel
Money on a whole nother lever
The ho’s do whatever I tell em
I’m in the trap stacking cheddar
Soon as I get em I sell em
Money team like Mayweather
Pull up in the club get out my way I’m like BEEP!
Walk up in the spot got them racks on me and I’m geeked
All that ass you got you special, girl your shit on fleek
I hang with the trappers so in the trap where I be

[Hook]
I just stacked that dough up
I just stacked that dough up
Dolph walk in the building then it’s time to put your ho up
Promethazine we pour up
Gasoline I roll up
When I walk in the spot watch the whole club go up
That lil nigga he special [x3]
Bad bitches all in my section
That lil nigga he special [x3]
Bad bitches all in my section

Young Dolph – Meech (Gelato Album)

[Intro]

Yeah
Hey man, you seen my phone?
Which one man?
Not that phone the trap phone
Paper route Business bitch

[Hook]
Yeah my bitch she bad
All my niggas rich
I got work for cheap
Damn I feel like Meech
Two-toned wraith
On some big feet
I fucked her to sleep
Then jumped back in the streets
Momma put me out
I’m straight out the trap
Stuffed a 100 in a box and sent it to cross the map
I’m geeked up on the lean
Counting while you sleep
Everybody eat
Damn I feel like meech

[Verse 1]
My car don’t got a top
It’s money when I talk
Got a beam on my Glock
And I’m drinking rock
Lil momma so fine I went up in that pussy raw
Then I fucked her friend
She said, you a Dolph?
They want me dead so now I’m flexing even harder!
I pull up in that Ferraro rocking a lot of water
Fucked her on the side
It’s a homicide
Numbers don’t lie
My trap on fire
Everytime you see my I be lit as fuck
In the strip club throwing that shit up
I feel like shawty low
I’m the man
Two-stepping counting paper that’s my money dance

[Hook]
Yeah my bitch she bad
All my niggas rich
I got work for cheap
Damn I feel like Meech
Two-toned wraith
On some big feet
I fucked her to sleep
Then jumped back in the streets
Momma put me out
I’m straight out the trap
Stuffed a 100 in a box and sent it cross the map
I’m geeked up on the lean
Counting while you sleep
Everybody eat
Damn I feel like meech

[Verse 2]
Damn I feel like meech
I think we BMF
Slamming all these pounds i need a championship belt
Pull up, Pick up, Pull out, Drop out, Top off, It’s Dolph!, Cough Syrup, No cough
Yeah I come from a place where they don’t make it out
Young Nigga snorting pills ready to take you out
My bitch bad and juicy
I wear Roberto Cavalli every Tuesday
Medicine, Water, Sipping, For real
I got your bitch skinny dipping at the crib
Serving, Counting, Smoking ounces
I just made a plate for 300k

[Hook]
Yeah my bitch she bad
All my niggas rich
I got work for cheap
Damn I feel like Meech
Two-toned wraith
On some big feet
I fucked her to sleep
Then jumped back in the streets
Momma put me out
I’m straight out the trap
Stuffed a 100 in a box and sent it cross the map
I’m geeked up on the lean
Counting while you sleep
Everybody eat
Damn I feel like meech

Cypress Spring – Drop A Tailgate (feat. Colt Ford) (Denim Album)

[Verse 1:]
Back road living moonshine sipping
Four wheel drive with a bad chick in it
Taking old dirt road turn the radio up
Lock in the four wheel drive drive to get stuck
Just a good ol boys getting down out here
So if you’re about the drama don’t come around here
Got my whole crew with me throwin down right here
It’s a hell of a party it’s going down out here
We got the tailgate slammed with bud light on ice
Got a pretty little girl dancing in the moonlight
It’s the way we were raised and that’s how we’ll stay
So pull out the guitar and sing

[Chorus:]
We drop a tailgate in the back of woods
Yeah a jar full of shine you know we’re living in good
So put your hands up high if you feel how I feel
And that’s the way we suppose to live
Drop a tailgate in the back of the woods
Yeah a cooler full of beer and we’re living good
Put your hands up high if you feel how I feel
And that’s the way we suppose to live

[Verse 2:]
Daughter been a little town just a spec on the map
Raised up right taught to not talk back
We live our lives a little slower than most
Rather ride back roads and chill on the coast
Finding no kind of view way off the beaten path
Four wheel drive with some girls on the back
It’s a mud slinging until the sun goes down
Sitting by fires better than a night on the town
Grab a jar then pass it around
For miles no guitar if you own the sound
So grab your girl
The finest one in the town
And let your tailgate down

[Chorus]
We drop a tailgate in the back of woods
Yeah a jar full of shine you know we’re living in good
So put your hands up high if you feel how I feel
And that’s the way we suppose to live
Drop a tailgate in the back of the woods
Yeah a cooler full of beer and we’re living good
Put your hands up high if you feel how I feel
And that’s the way we suppose to live

[Bridge:]
I’ll be headed on the road why you need blacktop
Sitting so high on the six inch shocks
Twelves in the cab make the whole town rock
You know it ain’t a party til the tailgate drop

[Chorus]
We drop a tailgate in the back of woods
Yeah a jar full of shine you know we’re living in good
So put your hands up high if you feel how I feel
And that’s the way we suppose to live
Drop a tailgate in the back of the woods
Yeah a cooler full of beer and we’re living good
Put your hands up high if you feel how I feel
And that’s the way we suppose to live

Cypress Spring – Way Of Life (feat. The Lacs & Danny Boone) (Denim Album)

[Chorus 1:]
Rowdy as they come
Proud of where we from
It might be the middle of nowhere to some
But they ain’t got to like it and we don’t give a damn
Cause we ain’t gonna change round here
It’s a way of life

[Verse 1:]
Hitting them back roads riding around with my kin folk
Can’t much change we stayed the same
Them country boys gon maintain
We run dogs outlaws spot light big frogs
Out here these mud bogs
Sitting high on them white walls
We jacked up in our pick ups
Got a dime holdin my spit cup
She like it when I hit four low
Slinging rooster tails to the tree top
Look at her say lets roll
She looked at me say hell yeah
Certified country girl you know we goin’ raise hell
And we out here still getting it
Backwoods still living it
Working hard for what we got
Cash flows just spending it
Me and my boys turn up for there
Turn down for what
Hop in the Chevy crank it up
Hit the back road

[Chorus 1:]
Rowdy as they come
Proud of where we from
It might be the middle of nowhere to some
But they ain’t got to like it and we don’t give a damn
Cause we ain’t gonna change round here
It’s a way of life (oh whoa)
Hell yeah (oh whoa)
This ain’t the city (oh whoa)
Round here it’s a way of life oh (oh whoa)
Hell naw ya’ll ain’t ready (oh whoa)
Round here it’s a way of life

[Verse 2:]
Me and that ol’ back road
Keep swerving around these tall pines
Find a spot pop a top and take a sip of that apple pie
I just love the slow pace of living down south
Hope I die of old age and buried right here at the house
Buddy my bloodline my last name ain’t shit changed about me
With that shotgun ain’t got to aim
Keep dranking til I can’t see
Living way back in the sticks
Nah, I’m good right around me
Ya’ll silly folk keep rolling on, hey ya’ll ain’t got to come back
Yeah I’m country as a blue tick
Boy, I thought I told ya’ll
Ain’t riding with no new chick
I’m rolling with my road dog
Way on past the railroad tracks
There’s a road up in the back
It winds around away from town
Them dwindles down til a two path
Riding around them flat woods
Sippin on that act good
We jack em up and jack em out
Ride em out like a lac should
All my life I been broke
Like white trash
It’s a big joke
Grew up countin them fence posts
And take care of our kin folk

[Chorus 1:]
Rowdy as they come
Proud of where we from
It might be the middle of nowhere to some
But they ain’t got to like it and we don’t give a damn
Cause we ain’t gonna change round here
It’s a way of life (oh whoa)
Hell yeah (oh whoa)
This ain’t the city (oh whoa)
Round here it’s a way of life oh (oh whoa)
Hell naw ya’ll ain’t ready (oh whoa)
Round here it’s a way of life

[Chorus 2:]
Oh oh hell yeah oh oh
This ain’t the city oh oh
Round here it’s a way of life oh oh
Oh oh Hell naw oh oh
Y’all ain’t ready oh oh
Round here it’s a way of life

[Verse 3:]
Flinging up mud through the country side
Tearing up jaws of that apple pie
Ain’t a damn thing changed we stayed the same
It’s a country boy way of life
Kicking up dust just me and my crew
Keg full of beer with nothing to do
Sittin back watching time fly
It’s a country boy way of life

[Chorus 1:]
Rowdy as they come
Proud of where we from
It might be the middle of nowhere to some
But they ain’t got to like it and we don’t give a damn
Cause we ain’t gonna change round here
It’s a way of life (oh whoa)
Hell yeah (oh whoa)
This ain’t the city (oh whoa)
Round here it’s a way of life oh (oh whoa)
Hell naw ya’ll ain’t ready (oh whoa)
Round here it’s a way of life

[Chorus 2:]
Oh oh hell yeah oh oh
This ain’t the city oh oh
Round here it’s a way of life oh oh
Oh oh Hell naw oh oh
Y’all ain’t ready oh oh
Round here it’s a way of life

Cypress Spring – Run Through It (Denim Album)

[Intro:]
When you see a mud hole run through it
I bet the four fifty four run though it
With shots we gon run through it
And don’t tell me I won’t cause I’m a do it

[Verse 1:]
I got a jacked up truck covered in mud
With a four fifty four up under the hood
They say it’s so clean with a six inch lift
Hustle for the fourth swap sitting high and sh*t
I pull up with the bass down low
So tell me country girl how low can you go
When I hit four low better make it touch the floor
Then she bring it on right back up to get more
She something like a one of a kind
Said she like my truck from the dirty side
So we load it on up hit the old back road
Then she look me dead in my eyes and said

[Pre-Chorus:]
Ain’t no slowing down
Couldn’t stop me if you tried
Riding like some outlaws tearing though that country side

[Chorus:]
When you see a mud hole run through it
I bet the four fifty four run though it
With shots we gon run through it
And don’t tell me I won’t cause I’m a do it

[Verse 2:]
How dirty can you get
She said watch this
Locked it in four low and straight rubbed them dip
Slanging out them mud I heard em roar on them tips
As they hit four grand on the RPM’s
She dump the clutch and let loose
Smokes stacks higher than the roof
Burning coal let’s she knows what she doing
Everytime she pulls up they got babe ruth
She something like a mud ball queen
Hates spending getting dirty know what I mean
She’s the baddest thing I’ve ever seen
From here to there and everywhere in between

[Pre-Chorus:]
Ain’t no slowing down
Couldn’t stop me if you tried
Riding like some outlaws tearing though that country side

[Chorus:]
When you see a mud hole run through it
I bet the four fifty four run though it
With shots we gon run through it
And don’t tell me I won’t cause I’m a do it

[Verse 3:]
I got this Chevrolet sitting up high
Got a pretty girl to my right
Been running this county all night
On some outlaw sh*t like Bonnie and Clyde (thats right)
That’s right.. that’s right.. that’s right

[Pre-Chorus:]
Ain’t no slowing down
Couldn’t stop me if you tried
Riding like some outlaws tearing though that country side

[Chorus:]
When you see a mud hole run through it
I bet the four fifty four run though it
With shots we gon run through it
And don’t tell me I won’t cause I’m a do it

Cypress Spring – Country Girl Twerk (Denim Album)

[Verse 1:]
Sitting high on thirty eights
Pullin up in the chevrolet
Daisy duke jump all night
Make you want to run around scream and shout
Find a spot way back in the woods
Country girls yeah they do it good
She grab her knees then drop it down low
Little twist and shake that’s how she roll
We’s outside by the bonfire
Radio turned way up
Them denim shorts cut way off
That chevrolet jacked way up
Ass around turning up
Girl on fire she burnin up
The way she pop and drop it to the floor
That the country twerk

[Pre-Chorus:]
Put your hands up high
Started taking shots
Then she took it to the dance floor and dropped it like it’s hot
She was out there with her friends
Putting in work
There ain’t no competition for her hell naw
That’s a country girl twerk

[Chorus:]
Find a spot way back in the woods
Yeah that’s a country girl twerk
Country girls they do it good
Yeah that’s a country girl twerk
She grab her knees she drop it down low
Yeah that’s a country girl twerk
Little twist and shake that’s how she work
Yeah that’s a country girl twerk

[Verse 2:]
Ridin with the boys we was at the bar
Looking for a good time we was flirting hard
When a blonde haired chick walk through the door
She was turning heads on her way to the dance floor
Country girl gather round
Watching her she breaks it down
Jealous girls they start to frown
With a crooked little smile she shuts them down
We just sitting at the bar with a drink in hand
Take a shot of the shine with a couple of friends
Next thing you know the dj turn up
Little country mix with some bump in the trunk
She grabbed her girls and they hit the floor
Them daisy dukes she drop it low
Them cut off jeans with a niner shirt
She just fine as hell with that country girl twerk

[Pre-Chorus:]
Put your hands up high
Started taking shots
Then she took it to the dance floor and dropped it like it’s hot
She was out there with her friends
Putting in work
There ain’t no competition for her hell naw
That’s a country girl twerk

[Chorus:]
Find a spot way back in the woods
Yeah that’s a country girl twerk
Country girls they do it good
Yeah that’s a country girl twerk
She grab her knees she drop it down low
Yeah that’s a country girl twerk
Little twist and shake that’s how she work
Yeah that’s a country girl twerk

[Outro:]
Twerk…twerk…twerk..twerk..twerk
Country girl twerk..twerk…twerk [repeat]

Lacuna Coil – Spellbound

Burning here in the room
Feeling that the walls are moving closer
Silent scene, the dark takes me
Leads me to the ending of another day
I’m haunted

Tell me who you are, I am spellbound
You cannot have this control on me
Everywhere I go, I am spellbound
I will break the spell you put on me

Velvet drapes, glowing candles
Silent whispers of words inside of my head
The night that comes, it waits for me
Lifts me to the ending of another day
I’m haunted

Tell me who you are, I am spellbound
You cannot have this control on me
Everywhere I go, I am spellbound
I will break the spell you put on me

Tell me who you are, I am spellbound
You cannot have this control on me
Everywhere I go, I am spellbound
I will break the spell you put on me

Everywhere I go, I am spellbound
Everywhere I go, I am spellbound
Everywhere I go, I am spellbound
I will break the spell you put on me

Josie and the Pussycats – Spin Around

La la la
La la la la
La la la
La la la la
La la la, la la la
Yeah
1,2
1, 2, 3, 4

Spin around
Come back home
You’re running out on a line
Sometimes feel I’m
Going outta my mind
Stunned here waiting
For anyone to take the time
Spin around
We get further and further away
Smile and wave
Ain’t got nothing to say
Frozen, waiting for anyone
To take the time
To change my mind, this time

Well I’ve been staring at
The sun for some time
It gets dark inside
But I don’t mind
And if you’re gone it’s
Like I’m going blind
I can’t get by this time

Spin around, jump back
Take another look at yourself
You’ve been hiding
All along on a shelf
Frozen, waiting for
Anyone to take the time
Spin around, come down now
‘Cause it’s all getting clear
Everything you ever wanted is here
You never needed anyone
To change your mind
Don’t waste our time
We’re fine

Well I’ve been staring at
The sun for some time
It gets dark inside
But I don’t mind
And if you’re gone it’s
Like I’m going blind
I can’t get by this time

La la la
La la la la
La la la
La la la la
La la la, la la la
Yeah

La la la
La la la la
La la la
La la la la
La la la, la la la
Yeah

Spin around and around
And around and around
Never want to come back down
‘Cause everything
You’ve lost I’ve found
Yeah

Spin around and around
And around and around
Never want to come back down
‘Cause everything
You’ve lost I’ve found
Yeah

Spin around and around and ah
Spin around and around and ah
Spin around and around and ah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Plain White T’s – Hate (I Don’t Really Like You)

Love, love, love, love, love, love
Woo!

You were everything I wanted
You were everything a girl could be
Then you left me brokenhearted
Now you don’t mean a thing to me
All I wanted was your
Love, love, love, love, love, love

Hate is a strong word
But I really, really, really don’t like you
Now that it’s over
I don’t even know what I liked about you
Brought you around
And you just brought me down
Hate is a strong word
But I really, really, really don’t like you

I really don’t like you

Thought that everything was perfect
Isn’t that how it’s supposed to be?
Thought you thought that I was worth it
Now I think a little differently
All I wanted was your
Love, love, love, love, love, love

Hate is a strong word
But I really, really, really don’t like you
Now that it’s over
I don’t even know what I liked about you
Brought you around
And you just brought me down
Hate is a strong word
But I really, really, really don’t like you

Now that it’s over
You can’t hurt me
Now that it’s over
You can’t bring me down

All I wanted was your
Love, love, love, love, love, love

Hate is a strong word
But I really, really, really don’t like you
Now that it’s over
I don’t even know what I liked about you
Brought you around
And you just brought me down
Hate is a strong word
But I really, really, really don’t like you

I really don’t like you
I really don’t like you
I really don’t like you