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  • Wiz Khalifa – Taste Freestyle Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Verse]
    Fuck them corny niggas, best believe we get it poppin’
    I just gotta talk, I’m clumsy so I’ll probably drop it
    Go figure, gettin’ money so they try to stop it
    I pull out a knot that’s thicker than your father’s wallet
    Always had to work, all my nigga from the projects
    Ballin’, no alert, nope, we don’t do no gossip
    Too much for my shit, bro, I don’t do no moshpits
    She with me, she gettin’ flipped like a fuckin’ socket
    Doobie in my shirt, ‘nother OZ in my pants
    Ice on my hands, melt it, help you water plants
    Yours never dance, eyes like I’m from Japan
    In my Benz, gettin’ fried like I come from France
    Money too wide for a rubber band
    Runnin’ in, tryna cure the hate that they sufferin’
    From underneath the sun, tryn’ catch a tan
    Tour all summer, now I’m home hittin’ [?] again
    Gettin’ fresh, hundred mil, nuttin’ less
    Give me brain, pass the test
    Smell the strain, they impressed
    Ma, rest, told me “Change my address”
    Always aim for the neck, if you miss, hit the chest
    I’m well known for showin’ them shit they didn’t know
    But if you Snapchatting or Instagramming, you gotta go
    There ain’t no one else like me that’s in the game
    Lightening in my chain, I’m icy as hockey games
    Need a real one that don’t like me ’cause of the fame
    Hold my team down like a fight before the bell ring
    Ain’t no refund when you cop, so what you payin’?
    Ain’t no details for the cops so what you sayin’?
    You went from food to starvation ’cause y’all hatin’
    See what I got? That’s all patience and God’s amazing
    See what I came out of dawg? That should be motivation
    Now all I think about’s broad chasing and car racing
    Money so long, my arm shaking, the foreign banking
    I’m off the shore, flow so hot, I could spar with Satan
    I open doors with my voice so [?] my face is
    Rollie mixed race, got a big face
    Gotta get cake, brought a big plate
    Prada windbreak, thought I went late
    Now that Benz skate, down the interstate
    How’d I get great? Not a mistake


  • Chance The Rapper – Wala Cam lyrics

    [Intro: Chance the Rapper]
    Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala
    Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala

    [Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
    Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
    Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
    Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
    Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
    Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
    Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
    Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
    Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam

    [Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
    Big ol’ booty gotta jump, gotta juke me
    Gotta plan, gotta duty
    Gotta dance, gotta boogie
    I’m a fan, gotta stan
    Gotta cam, it’s a movie
    Make my ‘gram look like Cannes, like in France
    My momma, my mamma mia
    Tell me what your momma feeds you
    You getting that cornbread and choreo
    Let me throw you on the story though
    Trying to be like story mode
    You belong on the war zone on
    Wala, Wala

    [Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
    Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala
    Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala

    [Verse 2: Chance the Rapper]
    Nigga you can’t dance
    My feet like my hands
    Your feet like quicksand
    Something I can’t stand
    Something I just hate
    I’m not on no date
    Car don’t got no roof
    Works, don’t got no brake
    Girl don’t got no waist
    Watch don’t got no face
    Jet don’t got no plates
    God don’t got no cape
    Shoes don’t got no J’s
    Don’t got no style, don’t got no taste
    Bank don’t got no card, don’t got quickpay, don’t got no Chase

    [Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
    Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
    Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
    Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
    Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
    Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
    Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
    Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
    Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam

    [Verse 3: Supa Bwe]
    Watching DBZ
    Shorty stuck to me
    Like she lowkey USB
    I just want some head, want some lowkey guillotine
    Police watching me like I’m lowkey new TV
    Like I’m serving twenty p’s
    Like I lowkey used to be
    Over the seas with my girl cause she over achieving
    Don’t put nobody over her king
    Love my life
    Shorty ride my face like bike
    I’ma beat it like Mike, not Ike
    My spliff broke, sh*t! oh life
    I might spent on you
    All year, all night
    I might some f*ck some ads up
    Or f*ck your mans up
    I might f*ck some bands up
    Switch the plan up
    Leave the country like right now
    Shit, I might go flight
    I might take off tonight
    I might, I might, I might
    Tonight I might

    [Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
    Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala
    Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala

    [Verse 4: Chance the Rapper]
    You need name tag
    She got the same ass
    Same drawers, same car
    Same bag, damn fraud
    Shake it up, shake it up, shake it up, shake it up
    Pop pop pop that cork
    Pop it like July 4th
    Shorty don’t move like yours
    She get it from a store
    You get it from the Stork
    They don’t do this up North
    They always end it [?]

    [Chorus]
    Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
    Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
    Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
    Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
    Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
    Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
    Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
    Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
    Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
    Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
    Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
    Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
    Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
    Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
    Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
    Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
    Wala


  • Future – 31 DAYS Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Zaytoven
    Every now and then, you know what I’m sayin’
    Most of them, majority of the time
    You dig
    We in that mode

    [Verse 1]
    This is a moment of clarity
    Everything VV’s, I’m gone to the maximum
    Young nigga flood out a ‘axima, flawless the face, then run through a pack of them
    Everything classical, everything magical when they was checking my catalogue
    Eating on caviar, smash on a stallion
    Draped in medallions, yeah
    The pill on the caliber
    Put on the passenger
    Whatever time, wherever I was at
    Look on the calendar, yeah we compatible
    I have her flying where ever I’m at
    You astronomical, way too phenomenal to not have her naked where I land
    I got a second option, and fourth and fifth one whereever a nigga staying
    I had it falling right out of my pocket when I was just smashing her, she seen the bands
    Her body Coca-Cola and she seen a can
    The Glock was still on me while we was romancin’
    Think I fell in love with this girl, came from France
    She caramel, what’d i get a tan
    I need to pay her when I get the chance
    Gave her some drip, gave her a whole lot of splash
    Talkin’ that shit, he get smoked like a blunt
    Took a few Pakistanians to lunch
    Got some little slim shit in Milan
    These niggas be hatin’, putting on a front

    [Chorus]
    Money get made, bitches don’t ever get saved
    Saint Laurent shades, cookin’ up dope, gettin’ paid
    Trying to get laid, she been with me 31 days
    She like bitches anyways, so we been on the same damn page
    I took a little E, got red bottoms all on my feet
    I ran it up, I got your baby mama knee deep
    She ain’t got no teeth, she know a young nigga eat beef
    She want me to leave, she know I’m not a rat, I got cheese
    I was quieter than a mouse, when I got it in her mouth she couldn’t breathe
    I was thinking like, “Jeez,” she done got a lil schlong on my teeth
    I done took a little E, I fucked her and made her pee
    Made her part of my team, then she asked me for a ring
    I was already red bottom, came on the scene
    It’s hard to trust you when I’m paying this carpet green
    Money get made, bitches don’t ever get saved
    Saint Laurent shades, cookin’ up dope, gettin’ paid
    Trying to get laid, she been with me 31 days
    She like bitches anyways, so we been on the same damn page

    [Verse 2]
    Doing it on a chinchilla, oh yeah
    We fucking a couple of strippers together
    Shawty my rider, she down for whatever
    Y’all give her capital murder, her swagger killer
    Shawty got more bags than a drug dealer
    I put her in a Patek, I put her in the c’s
    I’m on a whole ‘other level with her
    Had to get a penthouse just for the freaks
    So they could all come and sleep with us
    We do nothing that is normal, everything we do is super gigantic
    We don’t put on fugazi, everything we wear super Titanic
    I just caught me a wave, feel like a nigga that jumped in the Atlantic
    One hell of a car collection, pulling it up, it’s panoramic
    Picked her up in a Cayenne, soon as she got in she got nothing on

    [Chorus]
    Trying to get laid, she been with me 31 days
    She like bitches anyways, so we been on the same damn page
    I took a little E, got red bottoms all on my feet
    I ran it up, I got your baby mama knee deep
    She ain’t got no teeth, she know a young nigga eat beef
    She want me to leave, she know I’m not a rat, I got cheese
    I was quieter than a mouse, when I got it in her mouth she couldn’t breathe
    I was thinking like, “Jeez,” she done got a lil schlong on my teeth
    I done took a little E, I fucked her, made her pee
    Made her part of my team, then she asked me for a ring
    I was already red bottom, came on the scene
    It’s hard to trust you when I’m paying this carpet green
    Money get made, bitches don’t ever get saved
    Saint Laurent shades, cookin’ up dope, gettin’ paid
    Trying to get laid, she been with me 31 days
    She like bitches anyways, so we been on the same damn page


  • Lil Gnar – Drop Top Benz (feat. Lil Skies) lyrics

    [Intro: Lil Skies]
    Drop top Benz
    Drop top Benz
    Drop top Benz
    We pulled up in a drop top Benz

    [Hook: Lil Skies]
    Drop top Benz
    Pull up in a foreign, it’s just me and all her friends
    She wanna make a movie so I grabbed the camera lens
    All I spend is bands, models up in France
    Shake your money maker girl, you know you gotta twerk it
    Throw a couple bands up, watch it hit the surface
    We gon’ make the world shake, do it with a purpose
    Drop top Benz, me and all her friends

    [Verse: Lil Gnar]
    Whip the [?] the mirror, you niggas can’t stand us
    Diamonds they be dripping, my left wrist look like Atlantis
    Made it out the bottom, put that on my momma
    It’s a rockstar party, come and pop a pill babe
    Got some neck up in the foreign, had to hit the killswitch
    Lot of young niggas and you know we came to kill shit
    Baby girl stop whining, put that molly on your tongue
    Never touched a hundred bands, how you judging up
    She just wanna eat and fuck but I cannot be cuffed
    Getting money everyday that be my mission
    Run it up so catch me flexing in the picture
    In the picture
    G [?] with the red [?] you can’t get it [?]
    Drop top Benz got your bitch like oh my god
    Off the gas and I’m seeing stars
    Bust down, that’s a [?]

    [Hook: Lil Skies]
    Drop top Benz
    Pull up in a foreign, it’s just me and all her friends
    She wanna make a movie so I grabbed the camera lens
    All I spend is bands, models up in France
    Shake your money maker girl, you know you gotta twerk it
    Throw a couple bands up, watch it hit the surface
    We gon’ make the world shake, do it with a purpose
    Drop top Benz, me and all her friends


  • Lil Durk – Cross Roads

    OTF NuNu man, you know how we rockin’ man, MG-03, 72nd
    So you- we on the block this early?
    Yeah it’s 9th Street man, fool a lot of s**t happened there
    And I’m in my feelings at a crossroads
    Don’t want to go
    Cross roads.

    Meet me at the crossroads, never be lonely, meet me at the cross roads
    Meet me at the crossroads, never be lonely, meet me at the cross roads
    And I’m gonna miss everybody
    And I’m gonna miss everybody lord
    And I’m gonna miss everybody
    And I’m gonna miss everybody
    And I’m gonna miss everybody lord
    And I’m gonna miss everybody.

    Don’t want to be lonely (meet me at the crossroads)
    Don’t want to be lonely (meet me at the crossroads)
    Don’t want to be lonely (meet me at the crossroads)
    Don’t want to be lonely (meet me at the crossroads)
    And I’m gonna miss everybody
    Capo, L’A, everybody
    Nuski, Fredo, everybody
    Honesty, they live by it
    And these bodies steady droppin’ but you barely hear about ’em
    And they can’t take fear up out ’em, ohhh.

    Allah, we don’t believe in Jesus
    RIP Kenneka Jenkins
    Look what they doin’ to my people
    Think it’s funny, why they tweakin’?
    They gon’ snake you, they not equal
    That s**t with Fredo got me tweakin’
    They not cryin’, they just tweetin’
    Ain’t no time to do no grievin’
    Percocet come out my pores
    You don’t feel that when they die ’til it happen to yours, yeah
    But they got a choice versuri-lyrics.info
    In the trenches, I done did it, I became a voice
    See I ain’t changed but I was goin’ through changes
    Pluto’d still be alive if he ain’t hang with strangers
    Niggas love you when you dead, that s**t the strangest
    Skylar and Bella my two angels
    Fo’nem at your roof like a f*****g reindeer
    So deep inside this hellhole, it don’t rain here
    We love the same people, we ain’t got the same tears
    They don’t understand me, don’t think they can hear
    Spread the love (we can’t ’cause niggas die ’bout it)
    Spread the love (this time they said I’ll die ’bout it)
    Spread the love (my niggas, I’ll fire shots ’bout ’em)
    Spread the love (too many niggas got bodies)
    I’m so deep in Chicago, whoever thought I’d see France?
    If I ain’t have beef I think they’d be treatin’ me like Chance
    Old heads cannot mislead me, they know that I’m too advanced
    Even though that I’m lowkey, got killers on my demand, ayy.

    You ever seen friends turn to snakes?
    You ever seen snakes turn to friends?
    I’m seein’ this s**t happen every day
    That’s where we at, know what I’m sayin’
    We rap about it ’cause we got, know what I’m sayin’
    I see people judgin’ us, talkin’ ’bout
    They always talkin’ ’bout guns, postin’ guns
    They doin’ it for the money
    See I came from s**t, know what I’m sayin’, so I do what I want
    That’s why 2Pac was so great, you feel me?
    He spoke his mind
    Nigga ain’t gotta be no gangster
    Everybody with me ain’t no gangsters
    You know what I’m sayin’, everybody with me ain’t no killers
    Everybody with me don’t get money
    You know what I’m sayin’, but we gon’ make that s**t work
    We gon’ put the money niggas with the money niggas
    We gon’ put the killers with the killers, know what I’m sayin’
    And let it get treacherous for niggas, you know?
    For real, for realll.


  • Lil Durk – Cross Roads Lyrics

    [Intro]
    OTF NuNu man, you know how we rockin’ man, MG-03, 72nd
    So you- we on the block this early?
    Yeah it’s 9th Street man, fool a lot of shit happened there
    And I’m in my feelings at a crossroads
    Don’t want to go
    Crossroads

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Meet me at the crossroads, never be lonely, meet me at the crossroads
    Meet me at the crossroads, never be lonely, meet me at the crossroads
    And I’m gonna miss everybody
    And I’m gonna miss everybody lord
    And I’m gonna miss everybody
    And I’m gonna miss everybody
    And I’m gonna miss everybody lord
    And I’m gonna miss everybody

    [Chorus]
    Don’t want to be lonely (meet me at the crossroads)
    Don’t want to be lonely (meet me at the crossroads)
    Don’t want to be lonely (meet me at the crossroads)
    Don’t want to be lonely (meet me at the crossroads)
    And I’m gonna miss everybody
    Capo, L’A, everybody
    Nuski, Fredo, everybody
    I done seen they dead bodies
    And these bodies steady droppin’ but you barely hear about ’em
    And they can’t take fear up out ’em, oh

    [Verse]
    Allah, we don’t believe in Jesus
    RIP Kenneka Jenkins
    Look what they doin’ to my people
    Think it’s funny, why they tweakin’?
    They gon’ snake you, they not equal
    That shit with Fredo got me tweakin’
    They not cryin’, they just tweetin’
    Ain’t no time to do no grievin’
    Percocet come out my pores
    You don’t feel that when they die ’til it happen to yours, yeah
    But they got a choice
    In the trenches, I done did it, I became a voice
    See I ain’t changed but I was goin’ through changes
    Pluto’d still be alive if he ain’t hang with strangers
    Niggas love you when you dead, that shit the strangest
    Skylar and Bella my two angels
    Fo’nem at your roof like a fucking reindeer
    So deep inside this hellhole, it don’t rain here
    We love the same people, we ain’t got the same tears
    They don’t understand me, don’t think they can hear
    Spread the love (we can’t ’cause niggas die ’bout it)
    Spread the love (this time they said I’ll die ’bout it)
    Spread the love (my niggas, I’ll fire shots ’bout ’em)
    Spread the love (too many niggas got bodies)
    I’m so deep in Chicago, whoever thought I’d see France?
    If I ain’t have beef I think they’d be treatin’ me like Chance
    Old heads cannot mislead me, they know that I’m too advanced
    Even though that I’m lowkey, got killers on my demand, ayy

    [Outro]
    You ever seen friends turn to snakes?
    You ever seen snakes turn to friends?
    I’m seein’ this shit happen every day
    That’s where we at, know what I’m sayin’
    We rap about it ’cause we got, know what I’m sayin’
    I see people judgin’ us, talkin’ ’bout
    They always talkin’ ’bout guns, postin’ guns
    They doin’ it for the money
    See I came from shit, know what I’m sayin’, so I do what I want
    That’s why 2Pac was so great, you feel me?
    He spoke his mind
    Nigga ain’t gotta be no gangster
    Everybody with me ain’t no gangsters
    You know what I’m sayin’, everybody with me ain’t no killers
    Everybody with me don’t get money
    You know what I’m sayin’, but we gon’ make that shit work
    We gon’ put the money niggas with the money niggas
    We gon’ put the killers with the killers, know what I’m sayin’
    And let it get treacherous for niggas, you know?
    For real, for real


  • A$AP Ferg & DJ Premier – Our Streets (On TRL) (Live)

    [Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
    Ferg, Ferg
    Check it, check it, check it
    Pull up, pull up, pull up
    Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
    (See this is Harlem, these our streets)
    Turn the music back up
    A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
    Let’s go

    [Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
    I got with Preemo, I’m just pressin’ the cheat code
    We on a new level with the C-notes
    I’m from where kids hustled on the block and rolled cee-lo
    And niggas stay strapped like Girbauds
    T-Nice with me week to week though
    Life was different when they got him for that R.I.C.O
    For a couple kilos
    Coulda had ’em underground, he was livin’ life illegal
    Now he gettin’ right and our pockets lookin’ chicho
    Sippin’ cappuccino on a jet to Cannes
    Couple models gettin’ lit, they the best in France
    Got Leonardo dough, catch me if you can
    We had to kill Beijing and next Japan, man
    This beat hot, I could catch a tan
    My demographic in L.A. all Mexican
    I love my supporters, they keep the check in hand
    So every time I get a chance, I’ma bless the fam
    What up, what up?

    [Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
    Check it, check it, check it
    Pull up, pull up, pull up
    Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
    (See this is Harlem, these our streets)
    Turn the music back up
    A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
    Check it, check it, check it
    Pull up, pull up, pull up
    Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
    (See this is Harlem, these our streets)
    Turn the music back up
    A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

    [Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
    Done created a dream world, slept with my dream girl
    Brought mama that new house, diamonds and mean pearls
    Done went to Africa, talked to the have-nots
    Donated some uniforms, teach ’em how to have guap
    Preemo put the soul in it, I make the track hot
    And this thing forever got the game in a padlock
    I just want somethin’ real, I’m tired of the ass shots
    Don’t wanna go to the club, I’m tired of them trap spots
    My generation’s stuck on stupid
    Showin’ guns on the ‘Gram, but no one use it
    Sometimes I feel like I’m about to lose it
    Because the fake win when y’all know what the truth is
    It’s me, the F-E-R to the fuckin’ G
    My bars is Gang Starr, nobody can fuck with me
    Rest in peace Guru, nobody can fuck with he
    You rappers is coocoo, better wake up out your fuckin’ dreams

    [Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
    Check it, check it, check it
    Pull up, pull up, pull up
    Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
    (See this is Harlem, these our streets)
    Turn the music back up
    A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
    Check it, check it, check it
    Pull up, pull up, pull up
    Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
    (See this is Harlem, these our streets)
    Turn the music back up
    A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

    [Outro: A$AP Ferg]
    A$AP
    A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
    A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)


  • DJ Premier – Our Streets (feat. A$AP Ferg)

    [Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
    Ferg, Ferg
    Check it, check it, check it
    Pull up, pull up, pull up
    Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
    (See this is Harlem, these our streets)
    Turn the music back up
    A$AP
    Let’s go

    [Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
    I got with Primo, I’m just pressin’ the cheat code
    We on a new level with the C-notes
    I’m from where kids hustled on the block and rolled cee-lo
    And niggas stay strapped like Girbauds
    T-Nice with me week to week though
    Life was different when they got him for that R.I.C.O
    For a couple kilos
    Coulda had ’em underground, he was livin’ life illegal
    Now he gettin’ right and our pockets lookin’ chicho
    Sippin’ cappuccino on a jet to Cannes
    Couple models gettin’ lit, they the best in France
    Got Leonardo dough, catch me if you can
    We had to kill Beijing and next Japan, man
    This beat hot, I could catch a tan
    My demographic in L.A. all Mexican
    I love my supporters, they keep the check in hand
    So every time I get a chance, I’ma bless the fam
    What up, what up?

    [Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
    Check it, check it, check it
    Pull up, pull up, pull up
    Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
    (See this is Harlem, these our streets)
    Turn the music back up
    A$AP
    Check it, check it, check it
    Pull up, pull up, pull up
    Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
    (See this is Harlem, these our streets)
    Turn the music back up
    A$AP

    [Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
    Done created a dream world, slept with my dream girl
    Brought mama that new house, diamonds and mean pearls
    Done went to Africa, talked to the have-nots
    Donated some uniforms, teach ’em how to have guap
    Primo put the soul in it, I make the track hot
    And this thing forever, got the game in a padlock
    I just want somethin’ real, I’m tired of the ass shots
    Don’t wanna go to the club, I’m tired of them trap spots
    My generation’s stuck on stupid
    Showin’ guns on the ‘Gram, but no one use it
    Sometimes I feel like I’m about to lose it
    Because the fake win when y’all know what the truth is
    It’s me, the F-E-R to the fuckin’ G
    My bars is Gang Starr, nobody can fuck with me
    Rest in peace Guru, nobody can fuck with he
    You rappers is coocoo, better wake up out your fuckin’ dream

    [Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
    Check it, check it, check it
    Pull up, pull up, pull up
    Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
    (See this is Harlem, these our streets)
    Turn the music back up
    A$AP
    Check it, check it, check it
    Pull up, pull up, pull up
    Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
    (See this is Harlem, these our streets)
    Turn the music back up
    A$AP

    [Outro: A$AP Ferg]
    A$AP
    A$AP
    A$AP


  • Pupajim – Rub A Dub Anthem

    The song i would sing is not about the war
    Not about the drugs, and not about the star
    The story i would tell you its about a style of song
    That style of song come from the underground
    This is the rub-a-dub anthem, (3x)
    To your family your crew and your friend
    Cause rub-a-dub is the style with the micro {function ta}?
    Following the bass and then the down tom pressure
    The kick give me the tempo the hi-hat follow me
    Yes the skunk make me move and give me energy
    So move your dancing feet and your body
    This is not a wicked joke this is reality
    Show me your favorite stance you use in di dance
    All over the world and even in our France
    This is the rub-a-dub anthem, (3x)
    To your family your crew and your friend
    Cause rub-a-dub is a fashion to people it come from
    from daddy U-roy to KRS One
    It’s from rub a dub, they rub and they dub
    The flow, the technics, they’re out of the talk
    Rub a dub inna di north inna di south that time we rub a dub
    Rub a dub all wide world
    Rub a dub all wide world
    Rub a dub inna di north inna di south that time we rub a dub
    Inna di east inna di west
    Rub a dub all wide world
    Rub a dub all wide world
    The H the I the G the H the T the O the N the E here come
    the Rub a dub holme
    Rub a dub anthem (3x)
    To your family your crew and your friend
    This is the rub-a-dub anthem, (3x)
    To your family your crew and your friend
    Cause rub-a-dub is the style with the micro {function ta}?
    Following the bass and then the down tom pressure
    The kick give me the tempo the hi-hat follow me
    Yes the skunk make me move and give me energy
    So move your dancing feet and your body
    This is not a wicked joke this is reality
    Show me your favorite stance you use in di dance
    All over di world and even in our France
    This is the rub-a-dub anthem, (3x)
    To your family your crew and your friend
    Cause rub-a-dub is a fashion to people it come from
    From daddy U-roy to KRS One
    It’s from rub a dub, they rub and they dub
    The flow, the technics, they’re out of the talk
    Rub a dub inna di north inna di south that time we rub a dub
    Inna da east inna da west
    Rub a dub all wide world
    Rub a dub all wide world (bis)


  • Remy Ma – Wake Me Up (feat. Lil’ Kim)

    [Verse 1: Remy Ma]
    If Peter Piper picked ’em, I bet you Remy duffed ’em
    I told you not to touch ’em, it’s not up for discussion!
    All my clothes is custom, straight from France
    My hands like Mayweather’s, all my friends 8 and better!
    I get a lot of money, honey
    Queen Bitch, inf beam bitch
    Body a guy for my guy make you a meme bitch
    I’m his dream bitch
    Mean bitch, take one for the team bitch!

    [Hook: Lil’ Kim]
    Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
    You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
    Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    These fake-ass bitches is done
    So wake me up early!

    [Verse 2: Remy Ma]
    I’m rich, I’mma stay that bitch!
    You fake-ass bitch, you owe homage, pay that shit!
    Spray that fif’, the crown, I’mma take that shit
    ‘Cause you a clown and Homey don’t play that shit!
    See, they ain’t slick, be talkin’ all cray and shit
    And then you see ’em, they be like that they ain’t say that shit!
    I hate that shit, I can make or break your shit
    See, I got options, don’t make me weigh them shits!
    I heard he lay that dick, you let him filet that fish
    You just met him, how he bae that quick?
    I’ll say it to your face, don’t gotta relay that shit
    If Nick-ole a Kid-man, OJ that bitch!
    Take that trip, get money, make that lick
    Take your pick; that’s your set, claim that clique!
    Bitch, you so thirsty, obey that shit
    If that’s your dog, I suggest you go train that bitch!

    [Hook: Lil’ Kim]
    Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
    You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
    Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    These fake-ass bitches is done
    So wake me up early!

    [Bridge: Lil’ Kim]
    Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
    Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
    If Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
    Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
    If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
    Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
    If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
    Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!

    [Hook: Lil’ Kim]
    Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
    You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
    Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    These fake-ass bitches is done
    So wake me up early!


  • Remy Ma – Wake Me Up Lyrics

    [Verse 1: Remy Ma]
    If Peter Piper picked ’em, I bet you Remy ducked ’em
    I told you not to touch ’em, it’s not up for discussion!
    All my clothes is custom, straight from France
    My hands like Mayweather’s, all my friends 8 and better!
    I get a lot of money, honey
    Queen Bitch I been, bitch
    Body a guy for my guy make you a mean bitch
    I’m his dream bitch
    Mean bitch, take one for the team bitch!

    [Hook: Lil’ Kim]
    Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
    You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
    Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    These fake-ass bitches is done
    So wake me up early!

    [Verse 2: Remy Ma]
    I’m rich, I’mma stay that bitch!
    You fake-ass bitch, you owe homage, pay that shit!
    Spray that fif’, the crown, I’mma take that shit
    ‘Cause you a clown and Homey don’t play that shit!
    See, they ain’t slick, be talkin’ all cray and shit
    And then you see ’em, they be like that they ain’t say that shit!
    I hate that shit, I can make or break your shit
    See, I got options, don’t make me weigh them shits!
    I heard he lay that dick, you let him filet that fish
    You just met ‘im, how he bae that quick?
    I’ll say it to your face, don’t gotta relay that shit
    If Nick-ole a Kid-man, OJ that bitch!
    Take that trip, get money, make that lick
    Take your pick; that’s your set, claim that clique!
    Bitch, you so thirsty, obey that shit
    If that’s your dog, I suggest you go train that bitch!

    [Hook: Lil’ Kim]
    Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
    You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
    Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    These fake-ass bitches is done
    So wake me up early!

    [Bridge: Lil’ Kim]
    Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
    Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
    Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
    Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
    If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
    Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
    If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
    Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!

    [Hook: Lil’ Kim]
    Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
    You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
    Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    Mmm, when the mornin’ come
    These fake-ass bitches is done
    So wake me up early!


  • Tyga – Nigga Wit Money

    Uh
    You see that big ass chain (mm mm mm)
    Big old ring (mm mm mm)
    Bitch with the big old ass (mm mm mm)
    Go and get that cash (mm)
    I’m a nigga with money
    I’m a nigga with money
    I’m a nigga with money and I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
    I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
    I’m a nigga with money

    Yea, big ass ring with the big ass links
    My Becky in Atlanta ass like a Georgia peach
    How that shit fit on a toilet seat
    And my new bitch walk like that shit don’t stink
    (Mm mm mm) shit don’t stink
    Fuck around with me I got that big old mink
    I gotta drag that bitch on the floor
    Pour up and then we make a porn (mm mm mm)
    Go on and back it up (mm mm mm)
    U-haul truck
    Tattoos whoa voom scarred up
    I get high off the money that’s star bucks
    Yea, that’s star bucks
    I got a few dtf’s and they down to fuck
    I slide in like a parking lot
    I get, I get, pussy a lot

    You see that big ass chain (mm mm mm)
    Big ass ring (mm mm mm)
    Bitch with the big old ass (mm mm mm)
    Go and get that cash (mm)
    I’m a nigga with money
    I’m a nigga with money
    I’m a nigga with money and I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
    I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
    I’m a nigga with money

    I’m a nigga with money
    I’m a nigga with money

    What I’mma do, keep getting this money
    And what you gon’ do, flip through the gram
    Made a movie, we shot it in France
    I did it cause I can bitch we was in Cannes (mm mm mm)
    Brunch on the sand
    Four bracelets I’m the new Killa Cam
    Earrings, band
    New watches, bananas
    Banana in pajamas
    The cock is banana (Panda panda)
    I got broads in Atlanta (Panda panda)
    I got broads in Havana
    I got broads on Lufthansa
    The bitch just text, she left her bra in the Phantom (mm mm mm)
    Sabotage
    And that Cartier say it’s savage time
    Webbie on repeat, it’s Savage Life
    I hit my girl last night, and her friend tonight (mm mm mm)
    Yea bitch, I’m the shit
    Me and your nigga we opposite
    I can make you famous I need five percent
    I get it, I get it, poppin’ bitch

    You see that big ass chain (mm mm mm)
    Big ass ring (mm mm mm)
    Bitch with the big old ass (mm mm mm)
    Go and get that cash (mm)
    I’m a nigga with money
    I’m a nigga with money
    I’m a nigga with money and I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
    I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
    I’m a nigga with money
    You see that big ass chain (mm mm mm)
    Big ass ring (mm mm mm)
    Bitch with the big old ass (mm mm mm)
    Go and get that cash (mm)
    I’m a nigga with money
    I’m a nigga with money
    I’m a nigga with money and I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
    I don’t need that bitch (mm mm mm)
    I’m a nigga with money

    I’m a nigga with money
    I’m a nigga with money
    Nigga with money


  • Take A Mic – Boite Noire (Boite Noire Album)

    [Couplet 1]
    Si j’veux, j’réfléchis pas, j’kicke
    J’dois l’faire, j’t’allume pour ma clique
    Meuf, ferme ta gueule, astique
    J’suis en train d’percer askip
    Devant l’micro, j’suis agile
    J’monte sur scène, j’suis habile
    J’dois faire un max de fric
    Comme ça, j’retourne aux abîmes
    Ma Saint-Laurent s’abîme
    C’est comme ça qu’on s’habille
    J’avance sur le terrain, on s’habitue
    J’rappe c’que j’sais, j’fais pas d’études
    C’est la vodka qui brûle mon foi
    C’est l’avocat qui parle pour moi
    J’ai toujours été sûr de moi
    Même en r à la fin du mois
    J’écris des textes qu’ont pas d’sens
    J’analyse les passants
    J’suis l’meilleur mais patience
    J’suis le médecin de ma science
    Une seconde, là j’m’absente
    Une seconde, là j’m’absente

    [Refrain] x2
    Si vous retrouvez ma boîte noire
    S’il vous plait, stoppez l’abattoir
    Faites bon usage de mes mémoires
    Personne n’est parfait, gros même-moi
    Mais j’fais tout pour évoluer (Mais j’fais tout pour évoluer)
    Mais j’fais tout pour évoluer (Mais j’fais tout pour évoluer)

    [Couplet 2]
    J’sais même plus c’qu’on disait
    Car y’a une bad bitch à dix heures
    Les gens qui m’méprisaient
    Prennent de mes nouvelles sur Deezer
    Un salaire de misère
    Nan jamais je m’y f’rai
    C’est mon huitième projet
    Y’a plus rien qui m’effraie
    Maintenant qu’j’suis dans l’business, j’dois gérer mon budget
    Le p’tit est productif, j’suis en excès d’vitesse
    Du swag au milieu d’la tess, les seules McQueen dans la pièce
    De Suisse provient l’appel, y’a qu’sa voix qui m’apaise
    Fuck la France, les lois et sa mentalité
    Pour des papiers d’identité, les keufs ont brutalisés
    On vend du shit, d’la beuh, d’la C de très bonne qualité
    Impuissant quand c’est nos impôts qui sont détournés

    [Refrain] x2
    Si vous retrouvez ma boîte noire
    S’il vous plait, stoppez l’abattoir
    Faites bon usage de mes mémoires
    Personne n’est parfait, gros même-moi
    Mais j’fais tout pour évoluer (Mais j’fais tout pour évoluer)
    Mais j’fais tout pour évoluer (Mais j’fais tout pour évoluer)


  • Break up every night – The Chainsmokers lyrics

    Lyrics The Chainsmokers – Break up every night

    She wants to break up every night
    She wants to break up every night
    Don’t wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it
    She wants to break up every night
    Then tries to f*ck me back to life
    How can I help it if I like the way she makes me feel it?

    “Give me time, give me space, give me reason.”
    That’s what you tell me when you’re leaving
    Change your mind every night like the seasons
    You’re insatiable.

    And I know you say you want it now (want it now)
    Give me the runaround (runaround)
    Which one am I with now?
    She’s got seven personalities, every one’s a tragedy.

    She wants to break up every night
    She wants to break up every night
    Don’t wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it
    She wants to break up every night
    Then tries to f*ck me back to life
    How can I help it if I like the way she makes me feel it?

    Been to France one time and you’re Parisian
    Joined the real world, new season
    Check my phone, check my pulse, ain’t a reason
    I kinda love it though.

    And I know you say you need me now (need me now)
    Give me the runaround (runaround)
    Which one am I with now?
    She’s got seven personalities, every one’s a tragedy.

    She wants to break up every night
    She wants to break up every night
    Don’t wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it
    She wants to break up every niiight
    Then tries to f*ck me back to life
    How can I help it if I like the way she makes me feel it?
    She wants to break up every night versuri-lyrics.info
    She wants to break up every niiight
    Don’t wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it.

    So I build the bridges up, the bridges up
    Build the bridges up again
    Build the bridges up, the bridges up
    Build the bridges up again
    Build the bridges up, the bridges up
    Build the bridges up again, ohhh.

    She wants to break up every niiight
    She wants to break up every niiight
    Don’t wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it
    She wants to break up every niiight
    Then tries to f*ck me back to life
    How can I help it if I like the way she makes me feel ittt?
    The Chainsmokers lyrics
    Video night


  • The Chainsmokers – Break Up Every Night (On SNL) (Live)

    [Chorus]
    She wants to break up every night
    She wants to break up every night
    Don’t wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it
    She wants to break up every night
    Then tries to fuck me back to life
    How can I help it if I like the way she makes me feel it?

    [Verse 1]
    "Give me time, give me space, give me reason."
    That’s what you tell me when you’re leaving
    Change your mind every night like the seasons
    You’re insatiable

    [Pre-Chorus]
    And I know you say you want it now (want it now)
    Give me the runaround (runaround)
    Which one am I with now?
    She’s got seven personalities, every one’s a tragedy

    [Chorus]
    She wants to break up every night
    She wants to break up every night
    Don’t wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it
    She wants to break up every night
    Then tries to fuck me back to life
    How can I help it if I like the way she makes me feel it?

    [Verse 2]
    Been to France one time and you’re Parisian
    Joined the real world, new season
    Check my phone, check my pulse, ain’t a reason
    I kinda love it though

    [Pre-Chorus]
    And I know you say you need me now (need me now)
    Give me the runaround (runaround)
    Which one am I with now?
    She’s got seven personalities, every one’s a tragedy

    [Chorus]
    She wants to break up every night
    She wants to break up every night
    Don’t wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it
    She wants to break up every night
    Then tries to fuck me back to life
    How can I help it if I like the way she makes me feel it?
    She wants to break up every night
    She wants to break up every night
    Don’t wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it

    [Bridge]
    So I build the bridges up, the bridges up
    Build the bridges up again
    Build the bridges up, the bridges up
    Build the bridges up again
    Build the bridges up, the bridges up
    Build the bridges up again, oh

    [Chorus]
    She wants to break up every night
    She wants to break up every night
    Don’t wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it
    She wants to break up every night
    Then tries to fuck me back to life
    How can I help it if I like the way she makes me feel it?


  • Future – Selfish (feat. Rihanna) (Hndrxx Album)

    [Intro: Rihanna]
    Oooh, yeah

    [Verse 1: Rihanna]
    It was right
    Even though it felt wrong
    Nothin’ ever stopped you
    From showin’ your progression suddenly

    [Bridge: Rihanna & Future]
    Broken lies
    Driving backwards
    Making all the wrong turns
    Saying all the wrong words
    Dodging angels

    [Pre-Chorus: Future & Rihanna]
    Oh, let’s not be alone
    Let’s not be alone
    Let’s be one
    Oh, let’s not be alone
    Empty thoughts fill the room
    Breathe for me and I’ll breathe for you

    [Chorus: Future & Rihanna]
    Let’s be selfish, selfish, baby
    Tonight
    Tonight
    Let’s be selfish, selfish, baby
    Tonight, tonight
    Tonight, yeah, yeah

    [Verse 2: Future]
    I just hit the lick, south of France
    Currency exchange, lookin’ fancy
    If that money dirty, make it dance
    25 karats cost a mansion
    Gold rose petals, bottle standin’
    Came from the concrete, takin’ chances
    Pop gold Ace like a Xanny
    I just need the blessin’ from your family
    Broken lies
    Ain’t no love without us
    It will die
    Roses turn into dust
    Every night
    We gettin’ more popular
    Wrong is right
    When it comes to us

    [Chorus: Future & Rihanna]
    Oh, let’s not be alone
    Let’s not be alone
    Tonight, let’s be selfish
    Selfish, tonight, tonight
    Let’s be selfish, selfish, baby
    Tonight, tonight
    Tonight, yeah, yeah

    [Outro: Rihanna & Future]
    I’ll be selfish
    Let’s be selfish
    Ohh, ohh
    Yeah, yeah
    Ooooh, oooo-oooo-oooh
    I’ll be selfish
    Let’s be selfish
    Let’s be
    Let’s be selfish
    Yeah, yeah


  • Be Our Guest (From “Beauty And The Beast”)

    [LUMIÈRE, spoken]
    Ma chère Mademoiselle, it is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight. And now we invite you to relax, let us pull up a chair as the dining room proudly presents: your dinner!

    (sung)
    Be our guest! Be our guest!
    Put our service to the test
    Tie your napkin ’round your neck, cherie
    And we’ll provide the rest
    Soup du jour
    Hot hors d’oeuvres
    Why, we only live to serve
    Try the grey stuff, it’s delicious
    Don’t believe me? Ask the dishes
    They can sing, they can dance
    After all, Miss, this is France
    And a dinner here is never second best
    Go on, unfold your menu
    Take a glance and then you’ll
    Be our guest
    Oui, our guest
    Be our guest!

    Beef ragout
    Cheese soufflé
    Pie and pudding, en flambé
    We’ll prepare and serve with flair
    A culinary cabaret!
    You’re alone
    And you’re scared
    But the banquet’s all prepared
    No one’s gloomy or complaining
    While the flatware’s entertaining
    We tell jokes! I do tricks
    With my fellow candlesticks

    [Hook]
    And it’s all in perfect taste
    That you can bet
    Come on and lift your glass
    You’ve won your own free pass
    To be our guest
    If you’re stressed
    It’s fine dining we suggest

    Be our guest! Be our guest! Be our guest!
    Get your worries off your chest
    Let us say for your entree
    We’ve an array; may we suggest:
    Try the bread! Try the soup!
    When the croutons loop de loop
    It’s a treat for any dinner
    Don’t belive me? Ask the china
    Singing pork! Dancing veal!
    What an entertaining meal!
    How could anyone be gloomy and depressed?
    We’ll make you shout "encore!"
    And send us out for more
    So, be our guest!
    Lumiere:
    Be our guest!
    Chorus:
    Be our guest!

    [Mrs. Potts]
    It’s a guest! It’s a guest!
    Sake’s alive, well I’ll be blessed!
    Wine’s been poured and thank the Lord
    I’ve had the napkins freshly pressed
    With dessert, she’ll want tea
    And my dear that’s fine with me
    While the cups do their soft-shoein’
    I’ll be bubbling, I’ll be brewing
    I’ll get warm, piping hot
    Heaven’s sakes! Is that a spot?
    Clean it up! We want the company impressed
    We’ve got a lot to do!
    Is it one lump or two?
    For you, our guest!
    (She’s our guest!)
    She’s our guest!
    (Be our guest! Be our guest! Be our guest!)

    [Lumiere]
    Life is so unnerving
    For a servant who’s not serving
    He’s not whole without a soul to wait upon
    Ah, those good old days when we were useful…
    Suddenly those good old days are gone
    Ten years we’ve been rusting
    Needing so much more than dusting
    Needing exercise, a chance to use our skills!
    Most days we just lay around the castle
    Flabby, fat and lazy
    You walked in and oops-a-daisy!

    [Hook]
    Be our guest! Be our guest!
    Our command is your request
    It’s been years since we’ve had anybody here
    And we’re obsessed
    With your meal, with your ease
    Yes, indeed, we aim to please
    While the candlelight’s still glowing
    Let us help you, we’ll keep going

    [Lumiere with Hook]
    Course by course, one by one
    ‘Til you shout, "Enough! I’m done!"
    Then we’ll sing you off to sleep as you digest
    Tonight you’ll prop your feet up
    But for now, let’s eat up
    Be our guest!
    Be our guest!
    Be our guest!
    Please, be our guest!


  • Tee Grizzley – From The D To The A (feat. Lil Yachty)

    [Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
    Off top, run a nigga out his socks
    Niggas talk more than bitches
    Niggas really be on cock though
    Just fucked a ho out in France
    Paint her face like Picasso
    I iced out my vatos, I’m really up
    Big ass Bimmer, big Benz and my Bentley next
    Don’t play around on my phone, ho, gimme sex
    Watch on my wrist out of date, but it’s Rolex
    Grizzley up next, I’m up now
    Strap your bullet vest

    [Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
    550, 600 hundreds
    700 20’s, let’s get straight to it
    800 10’s, what’s that? 8 bands
    Hit the store and get some rubber bands
    Let’s get straight to it
    Everybody come together, everybody got the plan
    He came with you, so if he steal it fall on you, he on your ass
    Have your mans call his mans, make sure they ain’t movin’ fast
    Soon as they touch Atlanta, get with Boat
    Secure the bag, nigga

    [Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
    Oh that bag secure, that’s on my mama, bro
    Asian lil’ ho, she ride that dick, Yokohama flow
    Made that shit double, got an Uzi, I don’t scuffle
    Not a banger but that banger in my car like an airbag
    Niggas only aimin’ in the sky, call those Air Mags
    All up in Neiman’s, coppin’ shit like fuck a price tag
    I’m ballin’, ain’t near a rap nigga in the game that I’m callin’
    If I need help, I’ll dial it by my se-celf

    [Verse 4: Tee Grizzley]
    You swear your bitch faithful, she sent her location
    I hit her at the trap in Decatur, she basic
    Chop with the laser, get decapitated
    Can’t smoke, I’m on papers, hold on… this my Jamaican (love one)
    Niggas want me dead, so I’m steady prayin’
    Ain’t no disrespect without retaliation
    Fuck a hotel, I hit her in the basement
    Text her later like, "I’m done with you
    I got a situation, baby"

    [Verse 5: Lil Yachty]
    Well shit, bro, let me get her then
    I’ma dog her out then switcheroo into the lion’s den
    Nigga talkin’ down, my bro got more heat than a fryin’ pan
    Gucci ’round my hair, wrapped tight like I’m Taliban

    [Verse 6: Tee Grizzley]
    Like I’m Taliban, how we drop shit, go
    Lot of dreadheads, lot of chopsticks
    Touch my nigga Yachty, get your top ripped
    Don’t ask the price if you know you ain’t tryna cop shit

    [Verse 7: Lil Yachty]
    You the type to look around but never cop shit, ayy
    I’m the type to buy the store, make ’em restock it, ayy
    Beam on everything I own, I will not miss
    Grizzley by my side like a pilot ridin’ cockpit

    [Verse 8: Tee Grizzley]
    Yachty I might stop rappin’ for this one reason
    If the Feds hear this shit I’m doin’ a hundred seasons
    In the hood, shootin’ craps in my Yeezys
    Put angels on you niggas who be playin’ like y’all demons, you dig?

    [Verse 9: Lil Yachty]
    Middle finger to them niggas hatin’ and fakin’
    They plottin’ on my death, I give their mothers deep penetration
    Diamond choker for some reason give me pure ventilation
    Every real nigga livin’ will respect this collaboration

    [Verse 10: Tee Grizzley]
    We the bust down brothers, check the Rollies out
    Say you winnin’ one more time, I’m pullin’ trophies out
    Niggas know we out, no Shaqs or Kobes out
    In other words, I’m with all shooters that’ll blow you down

    [Verse 11: Lil Yachty]
    From the D to the A, put respect on it
    If that’s your ho, why my dick got her mouth on it?
    I’m from the south, I got diamonds in my teeth
    I got fur on my fleece, my new ring could pay your lease

    [Verse 12: Tee Grizzley]
    Lease, nigga
    Chain on my dresser next to my indictment
    When they said not guilty I was so excited
    From the A to the D, bitch you heard Yachty
    Wraith comin’ this summer, I’ma have your bitch drivin’
    Bitch!


  • From the D to the A – Tee Grizzley lyrics

    Lyrics Tee Grizzley – From the d to the a

    Off top, run a nigga out his socks
    Niggas talk more than b*tches
    Niggas really be on cock though
    Just f*cked a ho out in France
    Paint her face like Picasso
    I iced out my vatos, I’m really up
    Big ass Bimmer, big Benz and my Bentley next
    Don’t play around on my phone, ho, gimme sex
    Watch on my wrist out of date, but it’s Rolex
    Grizzley up next, I’m up now
    Strap your bullet vest.(from the d to the a)

    550, 600 hundreds
    700 20’s, let’s get straight to it
    800 10’s, what’s that? 8 bands
    Hit the store and get some rubber bands
    Let’s get straight to it
    Everybody come together, everybody got the plan
    He came with you, so if he steal it fall on you, he on your ass
    Have your mans call his mans, make sure they ain’t movin’ fast
    Soon as they touch Atlanta, get with Boat
    Secure the bag, nigga.

    Oh that bag secure, that’s on my mama, bro
    Asian lil’ ho, she ride that dick, Yokohama flow
    Made that shit double, got an Uzi, I don’t scuffle
    Not a banger but that banger in my car like an airbag
    Niggas only aimin’ in the sky, call those Air Mags
    All up in Neiman’s, coppin’ shit like f*ck a price tag
    I’m ballin’, ain’t near a rap nigga in the game that I’m callin’
    If I need help, I’ll dial it by my ..

    You swear your b*tch faithful, she sent her location
    I hit her at the trap in Decatur, she basic
    Chop with the laser, get decapitated
    Can’t smoke, I’m on papers, hold on… this my Jamaican (love one)
    Niggas want me dead, so I’m steady prayin’
    Ain’t no disrespect without retaliation
    f*ck a hotel, I hit her in the basement
    Text her later like, “I’m done with you
    I got a situation, baby”.

    Well shit, bro, let me get her then
    I’ma dog her out then switcheroo into the lion’s den
    Nigga talkin’ down, my bro got more heat than a fryin’ pan
    Gucci ’round my hair, wrapped tight like Taliban.

    Like I’m Taliban, how we drop shit, go
    Lot of dreadheads, lot of chopsticks
    Touch my nigga Yachty, get your top ripped
    Don’t ask the price if you know you’re not tryna cop shit.

    You the type to look around but never cop shit
    Ayy, I’m the type to buy the store, make ’em restock it, ayy
    Beam on everything I own, I will not miss
    Grizzley by my side like a pilot ridin’ cockpit.

    Yachty I might stop rappin’ for this one reason
    If the fans hear this shit I’m doin’ a hundred seasons
    In the hood, shootin’ craps in my Yeezys versuri-lyrics.info
    Put angels on you niggas who be playin’ like y’all demons, you dig?

    Middle finger to them niggas hatin’ and fakin’
    They plottin’ on my death, I give their mothers deep penetration
    Diamond choker for some reason give me pure ventilation
    Every real nigga livin’ will respect this collaboration.

    We the bust down brothers, check the Rollies out
    Say you winnin’ one more time, I’m pullin’ trophies out
    Niggas know we out, no Shaqs or Kobes out
    In other words, I’m with all shooters that’ll blow you down.

    From the D to the A, put respect on it
    If that’s your ho, why my dick got her mouth on it?
    I’m from the south, I got diamonds in my teeth
    I got fur on my fleece, my new ring could pay your lease.

    Lease, nigga
    Chain on my dresser next to my indictment
    When they said not guilty I was so excited
    From the A to the D, b*tch you heard Yachty
    Wraith comin’ this summer, I’ma have your b*tch drivin’
    B*tchhh!
    Tee Grizzley lyrics
    Video A


  • Prince & The New Power Generation – Sexy MF

    In a word or two, it’s you I wanna do
    No not your body, youe mind you fool
    Come here baby, yeah
    You sexy motherfucker

    We’re all alone in a villa on the Rivera
    That’s in France on the south side in case you care
    Out of all yoor friends I wanna be the closest
    That’s why I tell you things so you’ll be the mostest
    When it comes to life, to be this man’s wife
    You got to be well educated on the subject of fights
    I mean prevention of, in other words
    It’s R E A L meaning of this thing called love

    Are you up on this?
    If so, then you can get up off hug and a kiss

    Come here baby, yeah
    You sexy motherfucker
    Come here baby, yeah
    You sexy motherfucker

    We need to talk about things, tell me what cha do
    Tell me what cha eat, I might cook for you
    See it really don’t matter ’cause it’s all about me and you
    Ain’t no one else around

    I’m even with the blindfold, gagged and bound
    I don’t mind, see this ain’t about sex
    It’s all about love being in charge of this life and the next
    Why all the cosmic talk?

    I just want you smarter than I’ll ever be
    When we take that walk

    Come here baby, yeah
    You sexy motherfucker
    Come here baby, yeah
    You sexy motherfucker

    Horns stand please
    I like it, I like it

    You seem perplexed I haven’t taken you yet
    Can’t you see I’m harder than a man can get
    I got wet dreams comin’ out of my ears
    I get hard if the wind blows your cologne near me

    But I can take it, ’cause I want the whole nine
    This ain’t about the body, it’s about the mind

    Come here baby, yeah
    You sexy motherfucker
    Come here baby, yeah
    You sexy motherfucker

    Tommy Barbarella in the house
    Scrub the dishes

    Come here Tommy, yeah
    Sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy
    Levi, levi, fly
    Ooh man, let’s give ’em some more good shit

    I like it, I like it
    Sexy motherfucker shakin’ that ass
    Shakin’ that ass, shakin’ that ass
    Sexy motherfucker shakin’ that ass
    Shakin’ that ass, shakin’ that ass

    Guard your folks and get your daughter
    The sexy motherfucker’s so fine I could drink her bathwater
    A long, leggy 5 foot 8, packing an ass as tight as a grape
    I want to spit some game but I said to myself

    Just conversate, ‘cuz I’m usually quite the calm one
    You never found me out prowling boy, I’m just havin’ fun
    I’m happy to change my state of mind for this behind
    I bet that if you threw that ass into the air it would turn into sunshine

    Sexy motherfucker shakin’ that ass
    Shakin’ that ass, shakin’ that ass
    Sexy motherfucker shakin’ that ass
    Shakin’ that ass, shakin’ that ass

    Sexy motherfucker shakin’ that ass
    Shakin’ that ass, shakin’ that ass
    Sexy motherfucker shakin’ that ass
    Shakin’ that ass, shakin’ that ass
    You sexy motherfucker

    Sexy motherfucker, sexy motherfucker
    Sexy motherfucker, sexy motherfucker
    Sexy motherfucker, sexy motherfucker
    Sexy motherfucker, sexy motherfucker
    You sexy motherfucker
    Sexy motherfucker, sexy motherfucker
    Sexy motherfucker


  • Future – Selfish Lyrics

    [Intro: Rihanna]
    Oooh, yeah

    [Verse 1: Rihanna]
    It was right
    Even though it felt wrong
    Nothin’ ever stopped you
    From showin’ your progression suddenly

    [Bridge: Rihanna & Future]
    Broken lies
    Driving backwards
    Making all the wrong turns
    Saying all the wrong words
    Dodging angels

    [Pre-Chorus: Future & Rihanna]
    Oh, let’s not be alone
    Let’s not be alone
    Let’s be one
    Oh, let’s not be alone
    Empty thoughts fill the room
    Breathe for me and I’ll breathe for you

    [Chorus: Future & Rihanna]
    Let’s be selfish, selfish, baby
    Tonight
    Tonight
    Let’s be selfish, selfish, baby
    Tonight, tonight
    Tonight, yeah, yeah

    [Verse 2: Future]
    I just hit the liquor side of France
    Currency exchange, lookin’ fancy
    If that money dirty, make it dance
    25 karats cost a mansion
    Gold rose petals, bottle standin’
    Came from the concrete, takin’ chances
    Pop gold Ace like a Xanny
    I just need the blessin’ from your family
    Broken lies
    Ain’t no love without us
    It will die
    Roses turn into dust
    Every night
    We gettin’ more popular
    Wrong is right
    When it comes to us

    [Chorus: Future & Rihanna]
    Oh, let’s not be alone
    Let’s not be alone
    Tonight, let’s be selfish
    Selfish, tonight, tonight
    Let’s be selfish, selfish, baby
    Tonight, tonight
    Tonight, yeah, yeah

    [Outro: Rihanna & Future]
    I’ll be selfish
    Let’s be selfish
    Ohh, ohh
    Yeah, yeah
    Ooooh, oooo-oooo-oooh
    I’ll be selfish
    Let’s be selfish
    Let’s be
    Let’s be selfish
    Yeah, yeah


  • Busted – Air Hostess

    (Let’s go!)
    (Yeah! Alright!)

    Walking through the terminal
    I saw something beautiful
    You left, for your duty call
    Next I’m getting on the plane
    That’s when I see you again
    I can’t get you off my brain

    (Let’s go)
    That uniform you’re wearing
    So hot I can’t stop staring
    You’re putting on an awesome show
    The cabin pressure’s rising
    My coke has got no ice in there

    (Chorus:)

    Air hostess
    I like the way you dress
    You know I hate to fly
    But I feel much better
    Occupy my mind
    Writing you a love letter
    I messed my pants
    When we flew over France
    Will I see you soon
    In my hotel room
    For a holiday romance?
    Air hostess

    Throwing peanuts down the aisle
    Stupid but it made you smile
    You came over for a while
    Then you whispered in my ear
    The words that I longed to hear
    I want you to thrill me here

    You can’t because you’re working
    The paparazzi’s lurking
    You didn’t know I’m in a band
    In England people know me
    One photo’s worth a hundred grand

    (Chorus:)

    Air hostess
    I like the way you dress
    You know I hate to fly
    But I feel much better
    Occupy my mind
    Writing you a love letter
    I messed my pants
    When we flew over France
    Will I see you soon
    In my hotel room
    For a holiday romance?
    Air hostess

    Na, na na-na
    Na, na na-na
    Na, na na-na
    Na, na na-na
    Na, na na-na
    Na, na na-na
    Na, na na-na

    That uniform you’re wearing
    So hot I can’t stop staring
    You’re putting on an awesome show
    The plane has almost landed
    So tell me where I’m standing now

    (Chorus:)

    Air hostess
    I like the way you dress
    You know I hate to fly
    But I feel much better
    Occupy my mind
    Writing you a love letter
    I messed my pants
    When we flew over France
    Will I see you soon
    In my hotel room
    For a holiday romance?
    Air hostess

    Cos you’re my air hostess
    I love the way you dress
    Air hostess
    My air hostess
    I love the way you dress
    Air hostess


  • Beyonce – Baby Boy (feat. Sean Paul)

    Sean Paul
    Certified quality
    A dat da girl dem need and dem not stop cry without apology
    Buck dem da right way – dat my policy
    Sean Paul alongside – now hear what da man say – Beyonce
    Dutty Ya, Dutty Ya, Dutty Ya
    Beyonce sing it now ya

    Beyonce’
    baby boy you stay on my mind
    fulfil my fantasies
    I think about you all the time
    I see you in my dreams
    Baby boy not a day goes by without my fantasies
    I think about you all the time I see you in my dreams

    Picture you in the West Indies
    Feeling like royalty in the party
    Picture me sexy in a two peice
    Laying on exotic beaches in the white sand
    Picture us gettin served breakfast
    Five star sweets in the south of France
    Picture this, being rich, shoppin for expensive gifts
    Imagine we can do this all day
    (whoa na na na)

    Sean Paul
    Ya ready gimme da ting dat ya ready get ya live
    And tell me all about da tings that you will fantasize
    I know you dig da way me step da way me make my stride
    Follow your feelings baby girl b/c they cannot be denied
    Come check me in-a night and make we get it amplified
    Me have da ting to run da ship cause I’m go slip and I’m go slide
    And in the words of love I got ta get it certified
    But I give you da toughest longest kinda ride – girl

    Beyonce’
    Baby boy you stay on my mind
    fuffil my fantasies
    I think about you all the time
    I see you in my dreams
    Baby boy not a day goes by without my fantasies
    I think about you all the time I see you in my dreams

    Picture you an african prince
    Just looking at the water glistnin of my body
    Picture me an indian princess
    Dominate this from the house of cartiae
    Picture us layin on silk sheets
    lookin at the sun set sipping champagne
    Picture this Me and you
    doin what we wanna do
    Imagine we could do this all day
    (whoa na na na)

    Baby boy you stay on my mind
    fuffil my fantasies
    I think about you all the time
    I see you in my dreams
    Baby boy not a day goes by without my fantasies(bye bye bye bye)
    I think about you all the time I see you in my dreams

    Baby boy you stay on my mind
    Baby boy you are so damn fine
    Baby boy wont you be mine
    Baby boy lets conceive an angel
    Baby boy you stay on my mind(ooooooo)
    Baby boy you are so damn fine(oooooo)
    Baby boy wont you be mine(ooooooo)
    Baby boy lets conceive an angel

    Sean Paul
    Top top – girl
    Me and you together is a wrap – dat girl
    Driving around da town in your drop top – girl
    You no stop shock – girl
    Little more da Dutty, we’ll rock dat world
    (Whoa na na na)

    Beyonce’
    Baby boy you stay on my mind
    fuffil my fantasies(whoa na na na)
    I think about you all the time
    I see you in my dreams(whoa na na na)
    Baby boy not a day goes by without my fantasies(whoa na na na)
    I think about you all the time I see you in my dreams

    Beyonce'(Sean Paul)
    We’re steppin it hotta(hotta hotta hotta yo)
    We’re steppin it hotta(hotta hotta hotta yo)
    I know your gonna like it
    I know your gonna like it

    Beyonce'(Sean Paul)
    I’m steppin it hotta(hotta hotta hotta yo)
    I’m steppin it hotta(hotta hotta hotta yo)
    So dont you fight it
    So dont you fight it


  • Rich Chigga – Seventeen

    [Verse 1]
    Never worry ’bout a single hatin motherfucker
    Lookin like my next supper, all these moves that I’m makin got people talkin
    Like how many papers is this man signin, I’m back wit the backpack rap
    Man I’m thinkin that this shit finna make them scat, got a bag full of cash if we talkin bout that
    Run run it like Forrest Gump can you feel that, ay
    I’m a renaissance man, if you wanna get a feat you not gon get response man I be hotter than some shit your mom cook in a sauce pan don’t be jealous don’t be rude go back to rollin up grams, people think I’m sick as shit but I’m just eatin on ham
    Wanna beat me in my game then bitch I’m settin up camp
    When the females hear my name I know they pussy all damp
    Mr. Veterinarian I make that kitty go ham (damn)

    [Hook]
    Ballin only seventeen my skin is green
    Watching numbers goin up that’s just the everyday routine
    All my old my friends hit me up they wish they had a time machine
    Feelin like I’m Cube I always hit ’em with no vaseline

    [Post-Hook]
    Always sayin no when you ask em if they got beef with me
    DMs blowin up I always say no bitch this dick ain’t free
    Watchin on your every move I got that shit on DVD
    Flexin all the time but I just know that you a bourgeoisie

    [Verse 2]
    You got cash, buy sum chains, I buy houses ain’t that strange
    You ain’t shit, I get lit, all you do is counterfeit
    Little chick, but she thick, and she always on my drink
    Shit I’m thirsty give it back, and she blondy just like Zac
    ("who the fuck is that?" "high school musical")
    Bitch hold my stacks I’m 30 minutes late to France
    Gotta get this cash, never give no chance, better bounce that ass, paid her an advance
    Got me thru this day, sippin on Bombay, I dont trust you gotta take this survey
    Man I don’t look back, never cut no slack, better get way back, fore yo ass get smacked uhh
    Memphis flow but I’m from Jakarta ho, never understood my hustle but I guess the more you know
    Checkin on your Instagram I see that shit is going slow, always hating on the progress man yo ass has gotta go

    [Hook]
    Ballin only seventeen my skin is green
    Watching numbers goin up thats just the everyday routine
    All my old my friends hit me up they wish they had a time machine
    Feelin like I’m Cube I always hit em with no vaseline

    [Post-Hook]
    Always sayin no when you ask em if they got beef with me
    DMs blowin up I always say no bitch this dick ain’t free
    Watchin on your every move I got that shit on DVD
    Flexin all the time but I just know that you a bourgeoisie


  • Buffy Sainte-Marie – Universal Soldier lyrics

    He’s five feet two and he’s six feet four
    He fights with missiles and with spears
    He’s all of thirty-one and he’s only seventeen
    He’s been a soldier for a thousand years

    He’s a catholic, a Hindu, an Atheist, a Jain
    A Buddhist and a Baptist and Jew
    And he knows he shouldn’t kill and he knows he always will
    Kill you for me, my friend, and me for you

    And he’s fighting for Canada, he’s fighting for France
    He’s fighting for the USA
    And he’s fighting for the Russians and he’s fighting for Japan
    And he thinks we’ll put an end to war this way

    And he’s fighting for democracy he’s fighting for the reds
    He says it’s for the peace of all
    He’s the one who must decide who’s to live and who’s to die
    And he never sees the writing on the wall

    But without him how would Hitler have condemned him at Dachau
    Without him Caesar would have stood alone
    He’s the one who gives his body as the weapon of the war
    And without him all this killing can’t go on

    He’s the universal soldier and he really is to blame
    But his orders come from far away no more
    They come from him and you and me and brothers can’t you see
    This is not the way we put an end to war?


  • Soulja Boy – Rockstar letras

    [Intro]
    Rich Gang nigga, rich gang in our bag nigga
    Ay man, Rich Gang in the fuckin’ buildin’
    London On Da motherfuckin’ Track
    Soulja!
    Yeah, I’ma just pour up the four
    All of my niggas on go
    Choppers underneath the floor
    Strapped everywhere we go
    We get money on the road

    [Hook]
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’ma go pour me a cup
    I’ma go pop me a bar
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’ma go pour me a cup
    I’ma go pop me a bar
    [Verse 1]
    Rock star status
    Come in it be swaggin’
    Came in he be dabbin’
    I’m dressed in the latest fashion
    Pull up in a Bentley truck and it cost a millie
    I just bought a Wraith, I got stars in the ceilin’
    I’m cookin’ the crack
    I’m servin’ that pack
    London On Da Track
    Stand in the trap
    I make it right back
    Broke nigga back back
    In the penthouse pour up a four
    Mansion came with the marble floor
    Choppers, they underneath the flow
    Fuck with Lil Soulja, the choppers gon’ blow
    10 pints of the Hi-Tech
    20 pints of the Actavis
    100,000 Xans
    I just took a trip over to France
    Young nigga gettin’ money and I know they see it
    I done prayed to God, this shit turned me to a demon

    [Hook]
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’ma go pour me a cup
    I’ma go pop me a bar
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’ma go pour me a cup
    I’ma go pop me a bar

    [Verse 2]
    Smokin’ on dope like the Haitians
    Can’t fuck with the bitch if she basic
    Pull up right on you, just see your location
    Rollin’ up Backwoods and (?) on Vegas
    I get the money, I don’t have no patience
    Hop on the jet and I go to Las Vegas
    Whippin’ my wrist, man a young nigga famous
    .223 bullets, I’m grippin’ the stainless
    Rockstar, rockstar, yeah I need two cups
    Rockstar, rockstar, yeah and I’m piped up
    Walk up in the club and I got 10 bad bitch
    Make it rain in this bitch
    Make it splash in this bitch
    I just hit the cash
    Trap nigga all about cash
    Maserati do the dash
    Runnin’ my check up so fast
    Every chance that I get
    When I get the money, I’ma shit on they ass
    I’ma trap star, rap star, rock star, in love with the cash

    [Hook]
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’ma go pour me a cup
    I’ma go pop me a bar
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’ma go pour me a cup
    I’ma go pop me a bar


  • Chris Brown – Marathon Man

    Word around town, it’s a drug war
    Step into my crib, it’s a drug store
    I don’t need nothin’, I just want more
    Real dope boy, I took the coke on tour
    Take a walk with me, this a plug talk
    Funny how this work got me takin’ off
    Hittin’ it for bricks and I make it off
    HoodyBaby, I’m the boss cause I paid the cost
    Young niggas sellin’ coke, I got WiFi
    Side bitches suckin’ dick from the sideline
    Fuck boys, they ain’t stickin’ to the guidelines
    The world is yours nigga, I want mine

    Classic, did my thing with the coke nigga
    Marathon man, I be runnin’ with the dope dealers
    Sippin’ Ace of Spades, gettin’ drunk with the gold diggers
    100 thousand dollar cross, feelin’ like the Pope nigga

    Marathon man, nigga cheatin’ like I’m Lance
    Last week I was in France, 150 up in Cannes
    Say I can’t nigga, I can, boy don’t make me pull them choppers out
    Check my chopper style, send that ass back to your mama house
    Bitch, you think I’m playin’, I spend 50 thousand on the dance
    Ain’t no evidence cause the judge ain’t find no skeleton
    I be runnin’ laps in my trap
    Ain’t gotta be strapped ‘fore a nigga take your tap, OHB, bitch

    Classic, did my thing with the coke nigga
    Marathon man, I be runnin’ with the dope dealers
    Sippin’ Ace of Spades, gettin’ drunk with the gold diggers
    100 thousand dollar cross, feelin’ like the Pope nigga

    Luvaboy, I tell her what she wanna hear
    OHB, that lil hoe, make it disappear
    I just wanna hit that pussy from the rear
    Have a orgy with your friends just to keep it fair
    Spittin’ flame, young out, I be tamed, I’m the fuckin’ man
    Half a pound, break it all down, ever since I can
    Add the boost, molly and the Xans, we in candy land
    Stanckin’ gingerbread man, catch me if you can

    Classic, did my thing with the coke nigga
    Marathon man, I be runnin’ with the dope dealers
    Sippin’ Ace of Spades, gettin’ drunk with the gold diggers
    100 thousand dollar cross, feelin’ like the Pope nigga
    Yeah, I’m feelin’ like the Pope nigga
    Marathon man, marathon man
    Marathon man, marathon man
    Marathon man, marathon man
    Marathon man, marathon man
    Marathon man, marathon man
    Marathon man, marathon man
    Marathon man, marathon man
    Marathon man


  • Childish Gambino – Higher Love

    [Hook: Childish Gambino]
    Baby girl, you know what I want
    Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
    Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

    [Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
    Hovy with glasses, Weezy but geeky
    Girls in the lobby tryin’ to meet me
    I ain’t afraid to say it, yeah I love these hoes
    And their glasses, and their jacket, and their hipster clothes
    Yes, I’m always on tour, what you mad at that for?
    Slamming that thing like a Cadillac door
    I love fast women, Jackie Joyner-Kersee
    Have your cake and eat it, baby it’s your birthday
    Tell me what you wanna do, I will make it happen
    I just wanna get you home and uh, uh, uh, uh, oh
    Yes, I’m drinking whiskey, baby I am gone tonight
    NBC is not the only thing I’m coming on tonight
    Gross, why the fuck I say these things?
    It isn’t over, haven’t heard the chubby lady sing
    Everybody love me, call a nigga Raymond
    These weak niggas always in your face like Raybans
    Yes, I bring the heat, girl, fire, fireman
    Baby, I’m your hero, Donald for Spiderman
    I’m in love with you, but this is not tennis
    And baby stay stacked like she bad at Tetris
    Rude boy, I Rihanna that vagina
    Tell your boy, good luck tryin’ to find ya
    [Hook: Childish Gambino]
    Baby girl, you know what I want
    Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
    Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

    [Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
    It all started with this special herb
    Then after that it came to sexual words
    I’m meeting shorty up to patch her a verse
    She played Bonnie and I collide with a vibe when I’m inside the walls
    I cut my shorties on the side cause I decide that she all
    Mine’s, I keep her in my eyes at all times
    Not because I don’t trust her I just, can’t get enough of her
    On the phone late until her mom dukes be cussing her
    She played the hustler and I’m like mad customers
    Man swear I’m in love and ain’t afraid to admit it
    Be blowing up her line, man I swear I’m addicted, but
    It’s all cool cause when in love we all fools
    They say men lie and women lay naked that’s all foolin’
    Numbers don’t matter after the first night
    Right, so what the fuck is love at the first sight
    If you ask me, another stupid analogy
    Made to cover flaws in the female anatomy
    But I’m a keep gradually telling these bitches
    Don’t front, (don’t front)

    [Hook: Childish Gambino]
    Baby girl, you know what I want
    Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
    Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

    [Verse 3: Kanye West]
    You the number one trophy wife
    So it’s only right to live the trophy life
    You grew up on J. Lo, Timberlands by Manolo now
    Till one day I put an angel in your ultra sound
    I wanna dip that ass in gold, I wanna dip that ass in gold
    I made it over NBA, NFL players
    So every time I score it’s like the Super Bowl
    Baby, we should hit the south of France
    So you could run around without them pants
    I put that glacier on your little hand
    Now that’s the only thing without a tan
    My trophy on that Bound bike, I gave you only pipe
    If people don’t hate then it won’t be right
    You could look at Kylie, Kendall, Kourtney and Khloe
    All your Mama ever made was trophies, right?

    [Hook: Childish Gambino]
    Baby girl, you know what I want
    Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
    Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..