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  • Camila Cabello – Havana lyrics

    Feat. Young Thug

    [Intro: Pharrell Williams]
    Hey

    [Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
    Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
    Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
    He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na, ah
    Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
    There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
    Havana, ooh na-na (uh)

    [Verse 1: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
    He didn’t walk up with that “how you doin’?” (uh)
    When he came in the room
    He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with (uh)
    But I can’t without you
    I knew him forever in a minute (hey)
    That summer night in June
    And papa says he got malo in him (uh)
    He got me feelin’ like…

    [Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
    Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (ayy)
    I knew it when I met him (ayy), I loved him when I left him
    Got me feelin’ like, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
    And then I had to tell him, I had to go
    Oh na-na-na-na-na (woo)

    [Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
    Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
    Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
    He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
    Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
    My heart is in Havana (ayy)
    Havana, ooh na-na

    [Verse 2: Young Thug]
    Jeffery, just graduated, fresh on campus, mmm
    Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn (fresh out East Atlanta)
    Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam
    Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ayy)
    Back it on me
    Shawty cravin’ on me, get to eatin’ on me (on me)
    She waited on me (then what?)
    Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
    This is history in the makin’, on me (on me)
    Point blank, close range, that B
    If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
    I was gettin’ mula, baby

    [Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
    Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
    Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (oh, ayy, ayy)
    He took me back (uh huh) to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh, no)
    Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
    My heart is in Havana (ayy)
    Havana, ooh na-na

    [Bridge: Starrah & Camila Cabello]
    Ooh na-na, oh, na-na-na (oo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
    Take me back, back, back like…
    Ooh na-na, oh, na-na-na (yeah, babe)
    Take me back, back, back like…
    Ooh na-na, oh, na-na-na (yeah, yeah)
    Take me back, back, back like…
    Ooh na-na, oh, na-na-na (yeah, babe)
    Take me back, back, back
    Hey, hey…
    Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (hey)
    Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (hey)
    Take me back to my Havana…

    [Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
    Havana, ooh na-na (hey)
    Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (oh, yeah)
    He took me back to East Atlanta, (ayy, ayy) na-na-na
    Oh, but my heart is in Havana
    My heart is in Havana (ayy)
    Havana, ooh na-na

    [Outro: Starrah, Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
    Uh huh
    Oh, na-na-na (oh, na, yeah)
    Oh, na-na-na
    Oh, na-na-na (no, no, no, take me back)
    Oh, na-na-na
    Havana, ooh na-na


  • Camila Cabello – Havana (At iHeartRadio Music Awards 2018) (Live)

    Hey
    Havana, ooh na-na (ay)
    Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
    He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
    All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
    There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
    Havana, ooh na-na (uh)
    He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?" (uh)
    (When he came in the room)
    He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with (uh)
    (But I can’t without you)
    I’m doin’ forever in a minute (hey)
    (That summer night in June)
    And papa says he got malo in him (uh)
    He got me feelin’ like
    Ooh-ooh-ooh, I knew it when I met him
    I loved him when I left him
    Got me feelin’ like
    Ooh-ooh-ooh, and then I had to tell him
    I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na
    Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
    Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
    He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
    All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
    My heart is in Havana (ay)
    Havana, ooh na-na
    Jeffery
    Just graduated, fresh on campus, mm
    Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn
    Fresh out East Atlanta
    Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam
    Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ay)
    Back it on me, shawty cravin’ on me
    Get to diggin’ on me (on me)
    She waited on me (then what?)
    Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
    This is history in the makin’ on me (on me)
    Point blank, close range, that B
    If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
    I was gettin’ mula, man they feel me
    Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
    Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ay, ay)
    He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
    All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
    My heart is in Havana (ay)
    Havana, ooh na-na
    Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (oo-ooh)
    Take me back, back, back like
    Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
    Take me back, back, back like
    Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, yeah)
    Take me back, back, back like
    Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, babe)
    Take me back, back, back
    (Hey, hey)
    Ooh-ooh-ooh
    Ooh-ooh-ooh
    Take me back to my Havana
    Havana, ooh na-na
    Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
    He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ay, ay)
    All of my heart is in Havana
    My heart is in Havana (ay)
    Havana, ooh na-na
    Uh huh
    Oh na-na-na (oh na, yeah)
    Oh na-na-na
    Oh na-na-na
    No, no, no, take me back
    Oh na-na-na
    Havana, ooh na-na


  • Pentatonix – Havana Lyrics

    Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (oh na na na)
    Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (ahhhhh)
    Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Havana, ooh na na)
    Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (na na)

    Havana, ooh na-na (ooh oh oh)
    Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (ooh oh oh)
    He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ooh oh oh)
    Oh, but my heart is in Havana
    There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners
    Havana, ooh na-na

    He didn’t walk up with that “how you doin’?”
    (When he came in the room)
    He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with
    (Oh but I can’t without you)
    I knew him forever in a minute
    (That summer night in June)
    And papa says he got malo in him
    He got me feelin’ like

    Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
    I knew it when I met him
    I loved him when I left him
    Got me feelin’ like
    Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
    And then I had to tell him
    I had to go
    Oh na-na-na-na-na

    Havana, ooh na-na (ooh oh oh)
    Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ooh oh oh)
    He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ooh oh oh)
    Oh, but my heart is in Havana
    My heart is in Havana
    Havana, ooh na-na

    Jeffery, just graduated, fresh on campus, oh-oh-oh
    He’s fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, yeah
    Bump on her bumper, bump on her bumper
    Like a traffic jam
    I was quick to pay that girl like, like Uncle Sam

    Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
    I knew it when I met him
    I loved him when I left him
    Got me feelin’ like
    Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
    And then I had to tell him
    I had to go
    Oh na-na-na-na-na

    Havana, ooh na-na
    Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (whoa)
    He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
    Oh, but my heart is in Havana
    My heart is in Havana
    Havana, ooh na-na

    [Break]

    Havana, ooh na-na


  • Pentatonix – Havana

    Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (oh na na na)
    Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (ahhhhh)
    Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Havana, ooh na na)
    Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (na na)

    Havana, ooh na-na (ooh oh oh)
    Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (ooh oh oh)
    He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ooh oh oh)
    Oh, but my heart is in Havana
    There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners
    Havana, ooh na-na

    He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?"
    (When he came in the room)
    He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with
    (Oh but I can’t without you)
    I knew him forever in a minute
    (That summer night in June)
    And papa says he got malo in him
    He got me feelin’ like

    Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
    I knew it when I met him
    I loved him when I left him
    Got me feelin’ like
    Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
    And then I had to tell him
    I had to go
    Oh na-na-na-na-na

    Havana, ooh na-na (ooh oh oh)
    Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ooh oh oh)
    He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ooh oh oh)
    Oh, but my heart is in Havana
    My heart is in Havana
    Havana, ooh na-na

    Jeffery, just graduated, fresh on campus, oh-oh-oh
    He’s fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, yeah
    Bump on her bumper, bump on her bumper
    Like a traffic jam
    I was quick to pay that girl like, like Uncle Sam

    Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
    I knew it when I met him
    I loved him when I left him
    Got me feelin’ like
    Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
    And then I had to tell him
    I had to go
    Oh na-na-na-na-na

    Havana, ooh na-na
    Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (whoa)
    He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
    Oh, but my heart is in Havana
    My heart is in Havana
    Havana, ooh na-na

    [Break]

    Havana, ooh na-na


  • Jaden Smith – Falcon (feat. Raury)

    [Verse 1: Jaden Smith]
    You got the cash, well I am about to come in and embezzle it
    I am on a whole ‘nother level
    I put the bass up in your face
    You’re feeling it treble
    You jokers corny like kettle
    My superflow is olympic that I need a medal
    Pop out the bushes like "Hello!"
    I reach for the top and never settle
    You say you rock, you a pebble
    I rock and roll, I’m heavy metal
    Where are you now
    Where are you now (I’m whipping it)
    Sitting back, Listening
    Where are you, Where are you now
    (Dipping it, butterfly, butterfly)
    Where are you now
    Falcon, Falcon, Fuck em

    [Hook: Jaden Smith]
    There’s cops on the road, Fuck em
    There’s cops on the road
    There’s cops on the road, Fuck em
    There’s cops on the road, Falcon
    I’m on the move
    Cops on the road, Douse em
    I got you all bouncing, Falcon

    [Bridge 1: Raury]
    I am not afraid to walk the lonely road
    I’m so curious of where we go, oh
    Who really cares, we won’t be there
    When kingdom comes, it all falls down

    [Verse 2: Jaden Smith]
    I hope wherever you are
    You can see all of the stars, constellations
    I’m impatient, you are
    Beautiful (beautiful)
    You should know (you should know)
    Wherever you go, imma follow
    Wherever you go, imma follow
    My heart is so hollow, I’m high as Apollo
    Seventeen, having problems with all of them models
    Who rather bring bottles on bottles
    We gotta go skrt, hand on the throttle

    [Bridge 2: Jaden Smith]
    Oh only you, can hold me down
    What do you think I’m doing when you’re not around
    I’m just at home by myself
    (Or out with them girls, oh we both know that doesn’t help me)
    (No, no I’m ready to go)
    So much better than before
    Nigga said I wasn’t dope
    But now my head is on the road

    [Break]
    Bounce (got me swerving on the road)
    Bounce (all them cops is on the road)
    Bounce, Bounce (Cops, Falcon)

    [Verse 3: Raury & Jaden Smith]
    Looking at my life East Atlanta
    I’m an African American a variant to what my city’s like
    The world’s going to hell
    I just roll up the gas
    And pass it all around the circle for my day 1 homies
    Oh, you acting like you know me
    Remember when I was so lowkey
    Chill in the club, with a doobie and a cutie
    Well I got a lil vibe, I know they gone judge me
    But that’s a necessary evil
    And I was gonna sin like people
    I’m living a lie, trying to do this right
    Go mama do your dance
    Leave my money in advance, the Louie V pants
    I’m never playing bout my bands
    Kick in your door, “Doo! Doo! Doo!"
    With the tool in my hand
    Raury they don’t understand
    We had to stick it to the man
    We bout to hit the road
    Leave the money where I can
    Let them hate on this event
    That’s just a piece of the plan

    [Skit: News reporter]
    Breaking news. There seems to be a high speed police chase, at north bound on the Los Angeles 101 freeway. There seems to be two cars trying to outrun police officers with falcon winged doors. This is interesting stay tuned


  • YFN Lucci – Letter From Lucci

    (Part 1)

    [Intro]
    Yeah, huh yeah yea yea
    Yeah, uh uhh
    Told em they shouldn’t, less you want none
    Wait for it, gotta want one
    Gotta have, everything yeah yea

    [Hook]
    If anything I’ma grind
    Somebody tell ’em that it’s my time
    Somebody tell me why they hatin’ on me
    Somebody tell ’em stop hatin’ on me yea
    Somebody tell ’em that I’m not lyin’
    Somebody tell ’em I will outshine
    Anybody think they gone replace me
    You know I am who they said I wouldn’t be
    You know you gotta win, fight, conquer
    I promise to go in, I wouldn’t lie to you honor
    I promise to come in and destroy my opponent
    I promise no man want it as bad as I want it
    Somebody go and tell ’em that I’m not lyin’
    Somebody tell ’em I will outshine
    Anybody think they gone replace me
    You know I am who they say I wouldn’t be yeah

    [Verse]
    Uh, nigga let’s get it understood
    Nigga still might jugg what you mean?
    I’m good, I gotta eat, I gotta eat, yeah yea hey
    But they don’t wanna listen
    Everything a nigga tell ’em they ain’t never want to believe
    I got a whole lot of tricks up my fuckin’ sleeve
    What would you do if a nigga really ever leave, uh
    I’m from the slums, we ain’t have shit nigga barely had a crumb
    Sell hundred bags buy a hundred round drum
    Tryna take sum tell ’em ring the alarm
    I gotta build for my kids I ain’t have nothin’ but Mom
    Gotta give ’em things I ain’t have when I was young
    Everything got a pricing I’m just sayin’, gotta maintain
    Nigga gotta go and get something
    Since he was frustrated, nigga frustrated
    Gotta count a hundred mil’ before the Lord take me
    And If I make it I pray to God I can save it
    And I’ma give it all to my baby
    And I’ma put it all in my song baby
    Told her "got it all" but she still ain’t grateful
    Paid for it all bitch still ain’t grateful
    I wonder if I fall will you be here later yeah yeah
    Straight to the top, where I’m goin’, know it
    Every beat I kill, yeah the boy feel like Floyd
    Riding in the back, hundred bands on the boy
    Baby I’m a boss, and your man unemployed
    Yeah yea got this bitch up in the back
    She don’t work for nothin’ yeah
    We was sipping on act’, way before the money yeah
    And we been had swag way before the money
    Tell me why these niggas actin’ like they new to money
    Niggas be actin’ like bitches and bitches be lovin’ these niggas
    What’s up with these bitches
    Bitches be talkin’ ’bout money and ain’t gettin’ no money
    What’s up, I can’t fuck with you bitches
    Somebody tell me what’s up, I don’t get it
    Somebody tell me what’s up
    Man it seems like yesterday we wasn’t really up
    And now everybody say that they fuck with us
    Man I told these lil’ bitches to back up
    I have no fucks to give I cannot trust
    I had to slow it down no need to rush
    In love with that paper it gives me a rush
    Man I don’t give a damn what they tell me
    Every single gold chain like a medal yeah
    They say you gotta change for the better
    Even though a nigga came from the ghetto
    Yeah, stay down get money what they tell me
    Ridin’ ’round with a forty and a felon yeah
    You know you gotta listen to your elders
    They done been through everything that they tell us
    Have you ever felt pain when everything numb?
    I’ma still remain when you ain’t huh
    Everybody go to hang when you wait for
    Fuck around and clear it all with this AR
    These niggas they talk about it
    You know you gotta go and get guap
    All my niggas yeah we straight from the block
    Came in the game gettin’ green off top
    And if a nigga play, prolly knock off his top
    My niggas ain’t never had love for no nigga
    No nigga, yo’ nigga, nor a bitch, won’t let him
    Nah, I never ever let ’em, nah, yeah yea
    All my niggas, yeah, you know them niggas, all of ’em hitters, yeah
    Taliban all of ’em killers, yeah, slide down on ’em get rid of ’em, yea
    Fuck you mean, aye son
    You know them lame ass niggas better not say nothin’ to me
    All that tongue wrestlin’ shit ain’t me
    I’m a muthafuckin’ boss what you wanna be

    [Hook]
    If anything I’ma grind
    Somebody tell ’em that it’s my time
    Somebody tell me why they hatin’ on me
    Somebody tell ’em stop hatin’ on me yea
    Somebody tell ’em that I’m not lyin’
    Somebody tell ’em I will outshine
    Anybody think they gone replace me
    You know I am who they said I wouldn’t be
    You know you gotta win, fight, conquer
    I promise to go in, I wouldn’t lie to you honor
    I promise to come in and destroy my opponent
    I promise no man want it as bad as I want it
    Somebody go and tell ’em that I’m not lyin’
    Somebody tell ’em I will outshine
    Anybody think they gone replace me
    You know I am who they said I wouldn’t be yeah

    [Outro]
    You know you gotta win, fight, conquer
    I promise to go in, I wouldn’t lie to you honor
    I promise to come in and destroy my opponent
    I promise no man want it as bad as I want it
    Somebody go and tell ’em that I’m not lyin’
    Somebody tell ’em I will outshine
    Anybody think they gone replace me
    You know I am who they said I wouldn’t be yeah

    (Part 2 – Don’t Know Where I’d be ft. Rich Homie Quan)

    [Hook: Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci]
    If it wasn’t for them late nights, hustling on the block, tryna get it up, I don’t even know where I’d be
    If it wasn’t for that 15 months, that I spent locked up
    Nigga I don’t even know where I’d be
    If it wasn’t for the last 24 months I spent with Nut nigga
    I don’t even know where I’d be
    Yea, If it wasn’t for the sacrifices I knew my momma took nigga
    I don’t even know where I’d be
    If it wasn’t for momma or daddy, I swear that
    I don’t even know where I’d be
    If it wasn’t for the commas I was stacking
    I swear to God I don’t even know where I’d be
    If it wasn’t for the rollie I’d prolly waste time
    Prolly thinks life’s blinding Cartiers on my eyes
    My money for sweetie yea I spent like nine
    Everyday me and Lucci thank God
    ‘Cause I don’t know where I would be

    [Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]
    I don’t know where I would be
    Without my family
    And I don’t give a fuck about how much money you got
    Dont handle me
    Guess what I make a nigga answer me
    Broke nigga took that hoe to Applebee’s
    All my suits tailored like the pastor speak
    Versace everything like Master P
    Pull up on my niggas in the hood
    Then I, smoke a couple blunts and then book
    A lil’ rolly a watch its red like a bull
    I fucked that lil hoe 3 days in a row
    I can tell that pussy scared cause she show it
    Funny how all my exes want to know what I’m doing
    I put lil shawty to bed, got tired of hearing her moaning
    Watching out for the feds, riding around with nothing on me
    She wanted to watch me rap, turn on the movie Mummy
    She kept the lights on, while she was doing it to me
    All I know is real boys, see me and they know me
    I swear I don’t know where I’d be without my homies
    Shoutout Lucci, shoutout YFN
    Shoutout Rich Homie, boy no new friends
    I don’t know what I’d be without them East Atlanta corners

    [Hook: Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci]
    If it wasn’t for them late nights, hustling on the block, tryna get it up, I don’t even know where I’d be
    If it wasn’t for that 15 months, that I spent locked up
    Nigga I don’t even know where I’d be
    If it wasn’t for the last 24 months I spent with Nut nigga
    I don’t even know where I’d be
    Yea, If it wasn’t for the sacrifices I knew my momma took nigga
    I don’t even know where I’d be
    If it wasn’t for momma or daddy, I swear that
    I don’t even know where I’d be
    If it wasn’t for the commas I was stacking
    I swear to God I don’t even know where I’d be
    If it wasn’t for the rollie I’d prolly waste time
    Prolly thinks life’s blinding Cartiers on my eyes
    My money for sweetie yea I spent like nine
    Everyday me and Lucci thank God
    ‘Cause I don’t know where I would be

    [Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
    Uh, I thank God we was chosen
    They say never question God and I know it
    But why Big, nigga Big had kids
    See Big one of the reasons a nigga big
    Big had a heart this big
    Big was my nigga ’til the end
    Big taught me how to put it up and don’t spend
    Big always told me to transcend
    He told me get the front end and the back end
    Then he told me most niggas pretend
    And that’s why I don’t have friends
    Just some brothers who gone ride to the end
    .45 on my side to the end
    Nigga we don’t hide, nigga you know where we is
    Look where I’m going, nigga look where I been, yeah
    Nigga you know what it is
    Late night hustling, tryna get my shit right, no pen
    Every single day, and night I sin
    But Lord forgive me I’m human yeah, yea, yea
    Face card good, like I’m playing poker nigga, face card good
    And nigga when you see me better get it understood
    And me and Quan good, nigga me and Quan good, tell ’em

    [Hook: Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci]
    If it wasn’t for them late nights, hustling on the block, tryna get it up, I don’t even know where I’d be
    If it wasn’t for that 15 months, that I spent locked up
    Nigga I don’t even know where I’d be
    If it wasn’t for the last 24 months I spent with Nut nigga
    I don’t even know where I’d be
    Yea, If it wasn’t for the sacrifices I knew my momma took nigga
    I don’t even know where I’d be
    If it wasn’t for momma or daddy, I swear that
    I don’t even know where I’d be
    If it wasn’t for the commas I was stacking
    I swear to God I don’t even know where I’d be
    If it wasn’t for the rollie I’d prolly waste time
    Prolly thinks life’s blinding Cartiers on my eyes
    My money for sweetie yea I spent like nine
    Everyday me and Lucci thank God
    ‘Cause I don’t know where I would be

    [Outro: Rich Homie Quan]
    I don’t know where I would be without my family
    Why they take Big from me?
    Why they take Big from me?
    I don’t know where I would be without my family
    Why they take Big from me?
    Why they take Big from me?
    He ain’t hurt nobody
    No no no no no no no no no
    I don’t know where I would be, without my family
    I don’t know where I would be, without my family
    Hey


  • Camila Cabello & Daddy Yankee – Havana (Remix)

    [Intro: Pharrell Williams]
    Hey

    [Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
    Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
    Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
    He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
    Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
    There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
    Havana, ooh na-na (uh)

    [Verse 1: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
    Él vino a buscarme y ahí lo supe (uh)
    (Vi clara su actitud)
    Me dijo: "son tantas las que yo tuve" (uh)
    (Pero me faltas tú)
    No puedo soltarte, no seas tan cruel (hey)
    (Desde esa noche azul)
    Mi papá me dice que malo es él (uh)
    ¿Qué más puedo hacer?

    [Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
    Ooh-ooh-ooh, lo supe en un segundo
    Él cambiaría mi mundo
    Ya no puedo más
    Ooh-ooh-ooh, ay es que me duele mucho
    Decir adiós, oh na-na-na-na-na

    [Chorus: Camila Cabello, Pharrell Williams & Daddy Yankee]
    Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
    Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ayy, ayy)
    He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
    Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
    My heart is in Havana (D-D-DY)
    Havana, ooh na-na

    [Verse 2: Daddy Yankee]
    Soy el domador de todas las nenas malas
    Muchos corazones clavado en el sofá de mi sala
    Todavía recuerdo lo que le dije aquella mañana
    La primera que quiero como la Habana
    Mami ¿qué bolá?, ooh-na-na
    Ta’ acompañada o andas sola, ooh-na-na (sola, sola)
    Pero que fácil me descontrola, ooh-na-na
    Tú me quemas, vuelves y me enrolas, me enrolas (ah, ah)
    Llegamo’ pal’ mambo, suéname el tambor
    Pa’ que te recuerdes de La Habana y el campo
    La libertad que bien te sabe
    ¿Cuándo volverá? sólo Dios sabe
    Mami ¿qué bolá?, ooh-na-na
    Ta’ acompañada o andas sola, ooh-na-na (sola, sola)
    Pero que fácil me descontrola, ooh-na-na
    Tú me quemas, vuelves y me enrolas, me enrolas (ah, ah)
    Camila y Ramón Ayala de un pájaro son las dos alas

    [Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
    Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
    Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (oh, ayy, ayy)
    He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh, no)
    Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
    My heart is in Havana (ayy)
    Havana, ooh na-na

    [Bridge: Starrah, Camila Cabello & Daddy Yankee]
    Ooh na-na, oh-na-na-na (oo-ooh)
    Vamos pa’ la habana, vamos pa’ la habana
    Take me back, back, back like…
    Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
    Vamos pa’ la habana, vamos pa’ la habana
    Take me back, back, back (like…)
    Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, yeah)
    Mucha ropa cara pa’ la habana-bana-bana
    Take me back, back, back like…
    Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
    D-D-DY, DY, Camila Cabello

    [Chorus: Camila Cabello, Pharrell Williams & Daddy Yankee]
    Havana, ooh na-na
    Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (oh, yeah)
    Diddy, diddy, diddy, Daddy Yankee, yeah
    He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (DY)
    Oh, but my heart is in Havana
    My heart is in Havana (ayy)
    Havana, ooh na-na


  • Camila Cabello – Havana (At MTV Europe Music Awards) (Live)

    Hey
    Havana, ooh na-na (ay)
    Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
    He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
    All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
    There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
    Havana, ooh na-na (uh)
    He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?" (uh)
    (When he came in the room)
    He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with (uh)
    (But I can’t without you)
    I’m doin’ forever in a minute (hey)
    (That summer night in June)
    And papa says he got malo in him (uh)
    He got me feelin’ like
    Ooh-ooh-ooh, I knew it when I met him
    I loved him when I left him
    Got me feelin’ like
    Ooh-ooh-ooh, and then I had to tell him
    I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na
    Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
    Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
    He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
    All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
    My heart is in Havana (ay)
    Havana, ooh na-na
    Jeffery
    Just graduated, fresh on campus, mm
    Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn
    Fresh out East Atlanta
    Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam
    Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ay)
    Back it on me, shawty cravin’ on me
    Get to diggin’ on me (on me)
    She waited on me (then what?)
    Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
    This is history in the makin’ on me (on me)
    Point blank, close range, that B
    If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
    I was gettin’ mula, man they feel me
    Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
    Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ay, ay)
    He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
    All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
    My heart is in Havana (ay)
    Havana, ooh na-na
    Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (oo-ooh)
    Take me back, back, back like
    Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
    Take me back, back, back like
    Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, yeah)
    Take me back, back, back like
    Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, babe)
    Take me back, back, back
    (Hey, hey)
    Ooh-ooh-ooh
    Ooh-ooh-ooh
    Take me back to my Havana
    Havana, ooh na-na
    Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
    He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ay, ay)
    All of my heart is in Havana
    My heart is in Havana (ay)
    Havana, ooh na-na
    Uh huh
    Oh na-na-na (oh na, yeah)
    Oh na-na-na
    Oh na-na-na
    No, no, no, take me back
    Oh na-na-na
    Havana, ooh na-na


  • Camila Cabello – Havana (At Los 40 Music Awards) (Live)

    Hey
    Havana, ooh na-na (ay)
    Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
    He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
    All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
    There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
    Havana, ooh na-na (uh)
    He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?" (uh)
    (When he came in the room)
    He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with (uh)
    (But I can’t without you)
    I’m doin’ forever in a minute (hey)
    (That summer night in June)
    And papa says he got malo in him (uh)
    He got me feelin’ like
    Ooh-ooh-ooh, I knew it when I met him
    I loved him when I left him
    Got me feelin’ like
    Ooh-ooh-ooh, and then I had to tell him
    I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na
    Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
    Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
    He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
    All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
    My heart is in Havana (ay)
    Havana, ooh na-na
    Jeffery
    Just graduated, fresh on campus, mm
    Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn
    Fresh out East Atlanta
    Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam
    Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ay)
    Back it on me, shawty cravin’ on me
    Get to diggin’ on me (on me)
    She waited on me (then what?)
    Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
    This is history in the makin’ on me (on me)
    Point blank, close range, that B
    If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
    I was gettin’ mula, man they feel me
    Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
    Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ay, ay)
    He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
    All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
    My heart is in Havana (ay)
    Havana, ooh na-na
    Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (oo-ooh)
    Take me back, back, back like
    Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
    Take me back, back, back like
    Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, yeah)
    Take me back, back, back like
    Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, babe)
    Take me back, back, back
    (Hey, hey)
    Ooh-ooh-ooh
    Ooh-ooh-ooh
    Take me back to my Havana
    Havana, ooh na-na
    Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
    He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ay, ay)
    All of my heart is in Havana
    My heart is in Havana (ay)
    Havana, ooh na-na
    Uh huh
    Oh na-na-na (oh na, yeah)
    Oh na-na-na
    Oh na-na-na
    No, no, no, take me back
    Oh na-na-na
    Havana, ooh na-na


  • Camila Cabello – Havana (feat. Young Thug) (Vertical Video)

    [Intro: Pharrell Williams]
    Hey

    [Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
    Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
    Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ayy, ayy)
    He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
    All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
    There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
    Havana, ooh na-na

    [Verse 1: Camila Cabello]
    He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?"
    (When he came in the room)
    He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with
    (But I can’t without you)
    I’m doin’ forever in a minute
    (That summer night in June)
    And papa says he got malo in him
    He got me feelin’ like

    [Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
    Oooh-oooh-ooh, I knew it when I met him
    I loved him when I left him
    Got me feelin’ like
    Oooh-oooh-ooh, and then I had to tell him
    I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na

    [Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
    Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
    Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ayy, ayy)
    He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
    All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
    My heart is in Havana
    Havana, ooh na-na

    [Verse 2: Young Thug]
    Jeffery
    Just graduated, fresh on campus, mmm
    Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn
    Fresh out East Atlanta
    Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam (jam)
    Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ayy)
    Back it on me, shawty cravin’ on me
    Get to diggin’ on me (on me)
    She waited on me (then what?)
    Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
    This is history in the makin’ on me (on me)
    Point blank, close range, that be
    If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
    I was gettin’ mula, man they feel me

    [Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
    Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
    Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ayy, ayy)
    He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
    All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
    My heart is in Havana (ayy)
    Havana, ooh na-na

    [Bridge: Starrah & Camila Cabello]
    Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
    Take me back, back, back like
    Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
    Take me back, back, back like
    Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
    Take me back, back, back like
    Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
    Take me back, back, back
    Yeah, ayy
    Oooh-oooh-ooh
    Oooh-oooh-ooh
    Take me back to my Havana…

    [Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
    Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
    Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
    He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
    All of my heart is in Havana
    My heart is in Havana (ayy)
    Havana, ooh na-na

    [Outro: Camila Cabello & Starrah]
    Uh huh
    Oh na-na-na
    Oh na-na-na (hey)
    Oh na-na-na
    No, no, no, take me back
    Oh na-na-na
    Havana, ooh na-na


  • Gucci Mane – Both (Remix) (feat. Drake & Lil Wayne)

    [Intro: Southside & Future]
    Southside
    If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

    [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
    I don’t usually do this but the drink has got me moody
    Got me thinking ’bout decisions man
    I should’ve left with Juvey
    Got me bustin’ with my cutie
    I can’t trust her nor her booty
    Every night, she actin’ new school, I am not gon’ be a student
    I got class, I got trash, I got bills, I got pills
    Heard them boys gon’ write me off
    Hope they also writing they wills
    I got beam, I got flash, I got dreams and nightmares past
    I’m allergic to the (brrrr) I’m using wings to wipe my ass
    Right now I’m high as shit, I’m on a bumble [?]
    I just got out my bitch, felt like the sunken place
    She give me drunken face, she give me highest praise
    And when I’m in LA, I’m smoking Kobe Bryant eighths
    I watched my father whip the yay up like some mayonnaise
    Mom’s would come home, they would argue he didn’t put away the plates
    Taught me how to do my dirty, clean up at the same time
    Right now I’m on a couple percs & leaning at the same time
    Remix baby, Tunechi!

    [Hook: Drake]
    I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
    But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
    I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
    But I’m both right now
    I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
    But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
    I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
    But I’m both right now

    [Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
    I got so many felonies, I might can’t never go to Canada
    But Drake said he gon’ pull some strings, so let me check my calendar
    I just popped me one of them one what-you-call-its and it boosted my stamina
    Now I’m fucking her on the banister, guess I just East Atlanta’d her
    I’m in an all-red drop tarantula, fuck a Challenger
    Damn these hoes ain’t got no manners, bruh, where’s the manager?
    I keep throwing rubber bandies up, hoe, pull your panties up
    Cause you fuck like a granny fuck, you’re just an amateur
    This Patek Philipe gon’ make this crooked judge try throw the book at me
    I look like half a million worth of heroin when she look at me
    But you ain’t gotta fuck with me, my nig, but you’re stuck with me
    But how you called the cops on me, my nig? You grew up with me

    [Hook: Drake]
    I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
    But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
    I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
    But I’m both right now
    I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
    But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
    I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
    But I’m both right now

    [Verse 3: Drake]
    Yeah, I’m both
    Yeah, I had a drink, yeah, I smoked
    Yeah, you think I need you but I don’t
    Just left out Dubai with all my folk
    Open water, my location is remote
    Shout-out Yachty but this ain’t a Lil Boat
    This some shit I wrote about when I was broke
    See, the power of the mind is not a joke
    Man, I said that I would do it and I did
    Used to get left-overs out the fridge
    Nobody was famous where I lived
    Till I got it jumping at the crib
    Took a lot to be able to give, I mean

    [Hook: Drake]
    I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
    But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
    I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
    But I’m both right now
    I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
    But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
    I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
    But I’m both right now

    [Outro: Southside]
    Southside


  • Young Nudy – EA (feat. 21 Savage)

    [Intro Young Nudy]
    Yo, yo Pierre you wanna’ come out here
    Yeah, I’m from the middle finger
    I’m from the eastside, 5
    Zone 6
    East Atlanta, EA
    Brick city, yeah
    Licks, all that shit
    (datway)
    Sticks, all that shit
    Hoes, set a nigga up, all that shit
    Yeah, all that shit
    In the club, beat a nigga ass, take a nigga chain, all that shit

    [Hook: Young Nudy]
    I’m from the 5, middle finger zone 6
    Dirty land, dirty sticks
    Bad bitches gettin’ hit
    Put a nigga on a lick
    Rob a nigga for a brick
    Rob a nigga for his shit
    Young nigga fall off turn into a snitch
    Never turn into a bitch
    Gotta’ keep it cool, homie rob his ass quick
    Never fallin’ off, do a nigga bad, rob him for his stash, do that
    Nigga talkin’ like he a real gangster put a stick on his ass
    Yeah, shoot that
    Gotta keep that shit 100 with you, never switch I’m the man’s
    Go and get some money, gotta get some money, never hold your hand

    [Verse 1: Young Nudy]
    I’m the type of motherfucker, nigga never had my hand out (never nigga)
    Stupid motherfucker, in my pocket nigga, know I got my cash hangin’ out (50’s)
    Big .30 on that motherfucker, long ways know that bitch hangin’ out (30’s)
    Bad bitch, late night, with the slime ball know she like to hang out
    Middle finger with the 5, zone 6 bitch that’s where I hang out (ea)
    Apartments, late night, where a motherfucker like to do them shootouts (slime)
    You ain’t bout’ what you talkin’ bout’, you can’t hang out (hang out)
    Please don’t try to jump off the porch you to old now
    Lame ass nigga, (lame ass nigga) wanna be street nigga, sweet ass nigga, (sweet ass nigga) put on the plate eat nigga, you ain’t bout it nigga, (you ain’t bout it nigga) been in the street

    [Intrelude: Young Nudy]
    For how long son?
    Since I was like 13 nigga

    [Hook: Young Nudy]
    I’m from the 5, middle finger zone 6
    Dirty land, dirty sticks
    Bad bitches gettin’ hit
    Put a nigga on a lick
    Rob a nigga for a brick
    Rob a nigga for his shit
    Young nigga fall off turn into a snitch
    Never turn into a bitch
    Gotta’ keep it cool, homie rob his ass quick
    Never fallin’ off, do a nigga bad, rob him for his stash, do that
    Nigga talkin’ like he a real gangster put a stick on his ass
    Yeah, shoot that
    Gotta keep that shit 100 with you, never switch I’m the man’s
    Go and get some money, gotta get some money, never hold your hand

    [Verse 2: 21 Savage]
    Middle finger with the 5 (6)
    Tinted windows when we slide (sticks)
    Glock .40, Draco, know I’m ridin’ round’ nigga with the slime (slime)
    Shoot a nigga in his spine (spine)
    Nigga’s snitch to cut time (21)
    We the fox five gang, nigga’s gettin’ whacked snitcin’ on mine (facts)
    Back it up, back it up, .223 gon’ make a nigga back it up (21)
    Tryna’ strip a nigga, gotta’ change my outfit, nigga it ain’t black enough (ya digg)
    Bouldercrest road, Glenwood road, name a hood I’ll wack it up (6)
    Nigga’s run to their plug, cyrin’, sayin’ slaughter gang keep taxin’ us (pussy)
    I get the racks and then I stack it up (21)
    This is not a scat pack, this a hell cat and it’s on angel dust (fow fow)
    Nigga break a news gang, fuck nigga we dangerous (ya digg)
    I get inside that pussy, beat her back out, know a nigga strangle her (I did)
    That fake ass jewelry tangled up (21)

    [Hook: Young Nudy]
    I’m from the 5, middle finger zone 6
    Dirty land, dirty sticks
    Bad bitches gettin’ hit
    Put a nigga on a lick
    Rob a nigga for a brick
    Rob a nigga for his shit
    Young nigga fall off turn into a snitch
    Never turn into a bitch
    Gotta’ keep it cool, homie rob his ass quick
    Never fallin’ off, do a nigga bad, rob him for his stash, do that
    Nigga talkin’ like he a real gangster put a stick on his ass
    Yeah, shoot that
    Gotta keep that shit 100 with you, never switch I’m the man’s
    Go and get some money, gotta get some money, never hold your hand


  • Gucci Mane – Ever (3 For Free Mixtape)

    [Intro: Shawty Redd & Gucci Mane]
    It’s 2017 nigga
    Welcome home ‘wop, blurr
    Shawty Redd, new bitch nigga, y’all niggas motherfuck’ at?
    Pyrex pot
    East Atlanta, Zone 6
    Trap house
    Nigga where y’all think this shit started from, nigga
    It’s Gucci
    Ay Guc’, welcome home my nigga, I salute to you my nigga
    Ay, hol’ up

    [Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
    Let me take you back to my Shawty Redd days
    Just sold ten bales, pulled up to the club blazed
    In an all-red Charger with some with some on-set trays
    Hittin’ on all-red kush, got on all-red J’s
    Got a trap house in the 6 with a 12-foot fence
    I’m Guwop the walkin’ lick but can’t nobody take shit
    Had to shut the trap down, the red Dolce’s hit
    Had to crack it back up, the red dogs ain’t shit
    See your pack just touched, everybody want bricks
    So you can tell the black cats they can suck my dick
    It’s just a Sun Valley nigga, I’m had tryna get rich
    I killed your dog yesterday, you can call me Mike Vick
    Say you never met a killer, then you never met me
    Hold up, hold up, they done let the ‘wop free
    Hold up, hold up, he say he want a hundred keys
    Well pull up, pull up, none for you and more for me

    [Hook: Gucci Mane]
    Gucci how you feel, like the richest nigga ever
    Twenty-seventeen, still the slickest nigga ever
    Ain’t nobody in my lane, ain’t nobody on my level
    Leave the house without a strap, nigga never fuckin’ ever
    This a customized belt, so you would never fuckin’ ever
    Let a bitch stress me, I would never fuckin’ ever
    Let a nigga press me, I would never fuckin’ ever
    (It’s Gucci!)
    They say never say never but I never fuckin’ ever
    (It’s Gucci!)

    [Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
    Don’t go with my main squeeze, she ain’t gotta fuck me
    But bitch ain’t never met a nigga that can hustle like me
    And you’ll never meet a nigga with a duffel like me
    With the money and the mind and the muscle like me
    I done rob so many niggas I can’t even trust me
    Gotta walk in with the strap, they can never search me
    Call me Gucci the unmercable, they’ll never merc me
    I just bought a new convertible, they’ll never touch me
    I hate mice, I hate rats, nigga that’s my pet peeve
    I throw stacks, I shoot dice, nigga I’m so side street
    If you ain’t ’bout lettin’ that pistol go, don’t stand beside me
    Said Guwop ain’t got eight figures, I feel like you’re tryin’ me
    ‘Wop

    [Hook: Gucci Mane]
    Gucci how you feel, like the richest nigga ever
    Twenty-seventeen, still the slickest nigga ever
    Ain’t nobody in my lane, ain’t nobody on my level
    Leave the house without a strap, nigga never fuckin’ ever
    This a customized belt, so you would never fuckin’ ever
    Let a bitch stress me, I would never fuckin’ ever
    Let a nigga press me, I would never fuckin’ ever
    They say never say never but I never fuckin’ ever
    (It’s Gucci!)


  • GUCCI MANE – Both lyrics

    Southside
    If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

    I got so many felonies I might can’t never go to Canada
    But Drake said he gon’ pull some strings
    So let me check my calendar
    I just popped one of them one what-you-call-its
    And it boosted my stamina
    Now I’m fucking her on the banister
    Guess I just East Atlanta’d her
    I’m in an all red drop tarantula
    Fuck a Challenger
    Damn these hoes ain’t got no manners bruh
    Where’s the manager?
    I keep throwing rubber bandies up
    Ho pull your panties up
    Cause you fuck like a granny fuck
    You’re just an amateur
    This petite Philipe gon’ make this crooked judge
    Try throw the book at me
    I look like half a million worth of heroin
    When she look at me
    But you ain’t gotta fuck with me my nig
    But you’re stuck with me
    But how you called the cops on me my nig?
    You grew up with me

    I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
    But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
    I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
    But I’m both right now
    I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
    But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
    I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
    But I’m both right now

    Yeah, I’m both
    Yeah, I had a drink, yeah I smoked
    Yeah, you think I need you, but I don’t
    Just left out Dubai with all my folks
    Open water, my location is remote
    Shout out Yachty but this ain’t a lil boat
    This some shit I wrote up back when I was broke
    See the power of the mind is not a joke
    Man, I said that I would do it and I did
    Used to get leftovers out the fridge
    Nobody was famous where I lived
    Till I got it jumping at the crib
    Took a lot to be able to give, I mean

    I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
    But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
    I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
    But I’m both right now
    I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
    But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
    I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
    But I’m both right now

    Southside


  • Gucci Mane – Both (feat. Drake)

    [Intro: Southside & Future]
    Southside
    If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

    [Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
    I got so many felonies I might can’t never go to Canada
    But Drake said he gon’ pull some strings
    So let me check my calendar
    I just popped one of them one what-you-call-its
    And it boosted my stamina
    Now I’m fucking her on the banister
    Guess I just East Atlanta’d her
    I’m in an all red drop tarantula
    Fuck a Challenger
    Damn these hoes ain’t got no manners bruh
    Where’s the manager?
    I keep throwing rubber bandies up
    Hoe, pull your panties up
    Cause you fuck like a granny fuck
    You’re just an amateur
    This Patek Philipe gon’ make this crooked judge
    Try throw the book at me
    I look like half a million worth of heroin
    When she look at me
    But you ain’t gotta fuck with me my nig
    But you’re stuck with me
    But how you called the cops on me my nig?
    You grew up with me

    [Hook: Drake]
    I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
    But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
    I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
    But I’m both right now
    I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
    But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
    I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
    But I’m both right now

    [Verse 2: Drake]
    Yeah, I’m both
    Yeah, I had a drink, yeah I smoked
    Yeah, you think I need you, but I don’t
    Just left out Dubai with all my folks
    Open water, my location is remote
    Shout out Yachty but this ain’t a lil boat
    This some shit I wrote up back when I was broke
    See the power of the mind is not a joke
    Man, I said that I would do it and I did
    Used to get leftovers out the fridge
    Nobody was famous where I lived
    Till I got it jumping at the crib
    Took a lot to be able to give, I mean

    [Hook: Drake]
    I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
    But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
    I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
    But I’m both right now
    I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
    But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
    I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
    But I’m both right now

    [Outro: Southside]
    Southside


  • MADEINTYO – Uber Everywhere (On MTV’s Wonderland) (Live) letras

    Nawfside cooling, shorty, yeah that’s where I stay
    Heard you was a lame boy, get up out my face
    And my ex keep calling, swear that she be in the way
    And I need a thick Redbone shorty where I lay
    Bad bihh in LA tell me that she’ll make the trip
    Shorty bad as hell, yeah, with them Kylie Jenner lips
    Uber every fucking where, pre-rolls in my VIP
    Canada jawn, yeah I think that bitch from the 6
    Shorty wanna kiss me, but I know she sucking dick
    Shorty wanna kiss me, but I know she sucking dick
    Look, Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in the VIP
    Yeah, Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in my VIP
    Aye (skrr skrr)
    Yeah, I wanna get the ‘Rari, but I know it takes some time (skrr skrr)
    Pre-roll shorty light it up you know you fine
    Lil 5 with my 5 and I’m rolling up the gas
    And I need my leg room, Bapestas, first class
    East Atlanta jawn Cookout on Moreland Ave (skrr skrr)
    She say she bout that action but I think that Imma pass
    Shorty wanna fuck me but I know I got some top
    Shorty wanna fuck me but I just got some top (skrr skrr)
    I can’t fuck with ops never stop pull up in that juice box
    Uber fucking everywhere
    Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in my VIP (skrr skrr)
    Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in my VIP
    And I think that bitch from canada
    I think she from the 6
    Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in the VIP
    Hey hey hey (skrr skrr)
    Hey hey hey (skrr skrr)
    Hey hey hey (skrr skrr)
    Hey hey hey (skrr skrr)


  • Gucci Mane – Money Machine (feat. Rick Ross) (Woptober Album) letras

    [Intro]
    Wop, money!
    (Honorable C-Note)

    [Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
    Florescent lamps in my crib, providing life for my seeds
    I’m a get money marine, I sent coke in submarines
    Irrigation machines, hydraulic water machines
    My money counting machine sound like a sewing machine
    Cash machine on the dresser, machine gun with that compressor
    Dope presser machine, I’m re-rocking everything
    Claim I’m laundering money but where the washing machines?
    They know my trap house pump out quarters like a slot machine
    In a futuristic whip look like a time machine
    Old school dropped a lil one fine machine
    Making chips off coke and soda like a vending machine
    Dog food with the quinoa in my blending machine
    Sip so much Codeine and Sprite I need a soda machine
    So I can sit it next to my joint rolling machine
    And it’s placed parallel to the Carbon 15
    With the scope, monkey nuts, and the infrared beam
    The machine don’t make the man, the man make the machine
    So many try to sabotage, can’t stop the regime
    Call me ‘Wop the puppet master, I’m just pulling the strings
    Screaming please don’t look at me pappy like American me
    Take a tour with me a-down south, American G
    Tryna flood the dirty south, East Atlanta, and streets
    With this high grade uncut Colombian tea
    Yeah I got it for cheap but you ain’t get it from me
    Got this high grade uncut Colombian tea
    Yeah I got it for cheap but you can’t get it for free

    [Hook: Gucci Mane]
    My money machine, my money machine
    My money machine go beep-beep
    My money machine, my money machine
    My money machine go beep-beep
    My money machine, my money machine
    My money machine, my money machine
    My money machine, my money machine
    My money machine, my, beep
    My money machine, my money machine
    My money machine go beep-beep
    My money machine, my money machine
    My money machine go beep-beep

    [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
    8 figure niggas man
    When I say boss I mean that, ya heard me?
    I’m so fuck what I sold, my toilet seats solid gold
    You should see my new palace cause that bitch bigger than Lowe’s
    I’m a 8 figure nigga, I run the check to the ceiling
    Since Gucci came home bitches back in they feelings
    I’m in Dubai on parole, I Abu Dhabi my hoes
    If she fuck all the rappers, she say hip hop in her soul
    100 grand in all twenties, they said that I couldn’t
    50 grand to my bitch just cause her ex was looking
    Red bottom boss, I call the yayo caucasian
    Choppers sleep on the couch ready for home invasions
    These pussies watching my Snap, they know that I’m strapped
    On the road to the riches bitches I’m running my laps

    [Hook: Gucci Mane]
    My money machine, my money machine
    My money machine go beep-beep
    My money machine, my money machine
    My money machine go beep-beep
    My money machine, my money machine
    My money machine, my money machine
    My money machine, my money machine
    My money machine, my, beep
    My money machine, my money machine
    My money machine go beep-beep
    My money machine, my money machine
    My money machine go beep-beep

    [Outro]
    Wizop, beep, racks


  • Gucci Mane – Money Machine (feat. Rick Ross) letras

    [Intro]
    Wop
    Money
    (Honorable C-Note)

    [Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
    Florescent lamps in my crib
    Providing life for my seeds
    I’m a get money marine
    I sent coke in submarines
    Irrigation machines
    Hydraulic water machines
    My money counting machine sound like a sewing machine
    Cash machine on the dresser
    Machine gun with that compressor
    Dope presser machine and I’m re-rocking everything
    Claim I’m laundering money but where the washing machines?
    They know my trap house pump out quarters like a slot machine
    In a futuristic whip look like a time machine
    Old school dropped a lil one fine machine
    Making chips off coke and soda like a vending machine
    Dog food with the quinoa in my blending machine
    Sip so much Codeine and Sprite I need a soda machine
    So I can sit it next to my joint rolling machine
    And it’s placed parallel to the Carbon 15
    With the scope, monkey nuts, and the infrared beam
    The machine don’t make the man, the man make the machine
    So many try to sabotage, can’t stop the regime
    Call me ‘Wop the puppet master, I’m just pulling the strings
    Screaming please don’t look at me pappy like American me
    Take a tour with me down south, American G
    Tryna flood the dirty south, East Atlanta, and streets
    With this high grade uncut Colombian tea
    Yeah I got it for cheap but you ain’t get it from me
    Got this high grade uncut Colombian tea
    Yeah I got it for cheap but you can’t get it for free
    [Hook: Gucci Mane]
    My money machine, my money machine, my money machine
    Go beep-beep
    My money machine, my money machine, my money machine
    Go beep-beep
    My money machine, my money machine, my money machine
    My money machine, my money machine, my money machine
    Beep
    My money machine, my money machine, my money machine
    Go beep-beep
    My money machine, my money machine, my money machine
    Go beep-beep

    [Music Video Interlude]
    Gucci – Johan, you know this not how I like my money
    Johan – (?)
    Gucci – Johan tell me, how much do you value your job?
    Johan – I value my job more than my life sir
    Gucci – So you like it then?
    Johan – Thanks to you I’m very happy sir
    Gucci – I’m expecting guests. I need for you to prepare recreational activities of a competitive nature. (Right). By the way, next time make sure my bills are prepared the right way. (My apologies sir)

    [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
    8 figure niggas man, when I say boss I mean that, ya heard me?
    I’m so fuck what I sold
    My toilet seats solid gold
    You should see my new palace cause that bitch bigger than Lowe’s
    I’m a 8 figure nigga, I run the check to the ceiling
    Since Gucci came home bitches back in they feelings
    I’m in Dubai on parole
    I Abu Dhabi my hoes
    If she fuck all the rappers, she say hip hop in her soul
    100 grand in all twenties, they said that I couldn’t
    50 grand to my bitch just cause her ex was looking
    Red bottom boss, I call the yayo caucasian
    Choppers sleep on the couch ready for home invasions
    These pussies watching my snap, they know that I’m strapped
    On the road to the riches bitches I’m running my laps

    [Hook: Gucci Mane]
    My money machine, my money machine, my money machine
    Go beep-beep
    My money machine, my money machine, my money machine
    Go beep-beep
    My money machine, my money machine, my money machine
    My money machine, my money machine, my money machine
    My money machine, my money machine, my money machine
    Go beep-beep
    My money machine, my money machine, my money machine
    Go beep-beep

    [Outro]
    Wizop, beep