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  • Ty Dolla Sign – Ego Death Lyrics (feat. Kanye West, Fka Twigs & Skrillex)

    You used to know how to love me right
    You used to know how to love me right
    Ooh, yeah

    You’ve got some things on your mind
    I would hate to see you cry
    Ego death is where you find happiness
    That’s the only place you find happiness
    Off too many drugs, it’s so bad for us
    One too many drinks and you had enough

    Murdered my ego when you walked away
    It hurt my ego when you walked away
    Gave you my all, that wouldn’t make you stay
    Murdered my ego when you walked away

    You wear this look on your face
    So much animosity
    Ego death is where you find happiness
    That’s the only place you find happiness
    Way too many drugs, it’s so bad for us
    One too many drinks and you had enough

    Murdered my ego when you walked away
    It hurt my ego when you walked away
    (Woo, woo-woo-woo-woo, woo, woo-woo-woo-woo)
    Gave me your all, that wouldn’t make me stay
    Murdered my ego when you walked away
    (Woo, woo-woo-woo-woo)

    Hold on, this train going by
    Free to do what you want to do
    You’ve got to live your life

    Lotta people be thinkin’, but I’m just a sayer
    Artists can’t perform the Super Bowl, but it’s okay for the players?
    All these half-way movements, need a whole lot improvement
    Everybody wanna talk, everybody wanna type
    Ain’t nobody finna do sh—
    And everybody throwin’ dirt, all that talk won’t work

    All that talk don’t work, now, who you think you talkin’ to nerd?
    But w-w-w-w-w-wait, it get worse
    Wait, it-wait, it-wait, it been bad
    Showin’ up to the Grammy’s mad
    Tryna win some’ we already have
    Tryna become some’ we already are
    Don’t make me go Rastafar’
    If you do, no try, no dyin’, we livid, I’m livin’, I get more specific
    All these admirations, likes, and false validations
    Feed into our ego, talk for somethin’, negro
    One in four get locked up, your girlfriend get knocked up
    Plan B was they Plan A to lower the count of our families
    To lower the count on our damn votes

    Let the man quote (Your joy isn’t tied to me)
    Who dropped drones on ’em?
    Ye, don’t take that tone on ’em (Your joy isn’t tied to me, yeah)
    Don’t go Watch The Throne on ’em
    Just hit a billi’, he goin’ on ’em (Your joy isn’t tied to me)
    (Your joy isn’t tied to me)

    I let my ego down and then I rise back up
    I let my ego down and then the beast come back
    I’m armed, to let a sucker step up and get bombed
    By a beat created by my producer
    I am losin’ my mind ’cause your heart’s so blind
    When you left me outside, I be losin’ my mind
    I am losin’ my mind ’cause your heart’s so blind
    When you left me outside, I be losin’ my mind
    It’s gonna cost you to be great
    You will have to sacrifice something to be great


  • Juice WRLD – Tell Your Friends Lyrics

    [Chorus]
    I’ma have a party tonight, go tell your friends bitch
    You ain’t gettin’ money, then you ain’t gettin’ in bitch
    Leave the heartbreak, at the crib bitch
    Come to L.A., I can show you how I live bitch
    Bet I get Wetter Wet, like a cruise ship
    She been flexin’ hard on my name, Terry Crews shit
    No more parties in L.A., Kanye West shit
    She do Codeine with Cocaine, that’s the best shit

    [Verse]
    Think I found the love of my life (Where she at?)
    In a bottle, in a bottle
    Codeine up in my Sprite
    Baby bottle, baby bottle
    I’m lookin’ at my future like, Hi, Hey!
    You look so bright (bling, bling)
    The VVS on my wrist, so ice (bling, bling)
    But somethin’ in my chest don’t feel right
    Somethin’ in my chest don’t feel too good
    Thought I left my heartbreak in my old hood
    Ex bitch in my phone, up to no good
    Ole gold diggin’ bitch you know you ain’t gettin’ no goods
    I ain’t really feelin’ too good
    The pills make me feel too good
    I know you want me no more
    So I put my heart on the floor
    I’ma have a party tonight, go tell your friends bitch
    You ain’t gettin’ money, then you ain’t gettin’ in bitch

    [Chorus]
    I’ma have a party tonight, go tell your friends bitch
    You ain’t gettin’ money, then you ain’t gettin’ in bitch
    Leave the heartbreak, at the crib bitch
    Come to L.A., I can show you how I live bitch
    Bet I get Wetter Wet, like a cruise ship
    She been flexin’ hard on my name, Terry Crews shit
    No more parties in L.A., Kanye West shit
    She do Codeine with Cocaine, that’s the best shit


  • Kanye West – 4th Dimension lyrics

    [Intro: Louis Prima]
    Down the chimney, he will come
    With his great big smile
    And you’ll find that even the kiddies
    Are swingin’ in the latest style
    Oh, oh, oh
    What is Santa bringing?
    Oh, oh, oh
    I wonder whether he’ll be swingin’

    [Verse 1: Kanye West]
    It feels so good it should cost
    Bought an alligator, I ain’t talkin’ Lacoste
    Made me say, “ooh, uh”
    Like I’m mixing Master P and Rick Ross (uh,uh)
    She seem to make me always feel like a boss (uh,uh)
    She said I’m in the wrong hole, I said I’m lost (uh,uh)
    She said I’m going too fast, I’m exhausted
    Now drop to your knees for the offerin’
    This the theme song, oh something wrong
    Might need a intervention for this new dimension
    That’s too new to mention, offer it in a sentence
    If I get locked up, I won’t finish the sent-

    [Sample: Louis Prima]
    Oh, oh, oh
    What is Santa bringin’?
    Oh, oh, oh
    I wonder whether he’ll be swingin’

    [Laughter]

    [Verse 2: Kid Cudi]
    Gettin’ loose while I’m on the deuce, see me roll up
    What you surfin’ the coast, and I spend it, I got
    Plenty of bitches for the evening, we could journey we off
    For the light that got us home, we in the moment oh oh
    Such a lost boy, caught up in the darkest I had
    What’s the cost, boy? Losing everything that I had
    She been on me boy, unless you got something to tell
    Sittin’, waitin’ for me slippin’, yeah I’ll see you in hell
    Tell the cougar get up off me, no my soul ain’t for sale
    All the evils in the world I keep it on me for real
    I really hope the Lord won’t hurt me, we all live in sin
    Kids see ghost of the Rolls, Ric Flair on your bitch
    Now this the theme song, this the theme song
    The put the beams on, get your, get your dream on
    But you don’t hear me though, drama: we let it go
    Watch the guitars roll and let your friends know

    [Sample: Louis Prima]
    Oh, oh, oh
    What is Santa bringin’?
    Oh, oh, oh
    I wonder whether he’ll be swingin’

    [Outro: Shirley Ann Lee]
    Just do that and then let the music do something, then do that again, that’d be enough for a record
    I mean, you only want two and a half minutes if you can get it, you know, three minutes max—


  • Loki Love – More lyrics

    [Hook]
    I Don’t wanna get high no more (Hook – x times -)

    [Verse 1]
    Here’s the thing about last night. Wasn’t really even that high.
    Chain glowing in the black light, i’ll put you on if you act right.
    Fresh to death nigga that’s right?
    Next to best, when I flex I ten to step on the next guy’s, neck and let em see the rest die.

    I…… I
    Go extra hard like dinosaurs.
    When I sketch the bar from my spinal cord.
    Since I set the bar, don’t wanna rhyme no more.
    It feel like he don’t wanna be alive no more

    That what Kanye West made ” God Flow for.
    All dope lines like pablo’s store.
    Got the squad in here if you guys want war
    Shotgun shells on my condo floor cuz

    [Hook]
    I Don’t wanna get high no more (Hook – x times -)


  • Gang Gang

    Lyrics to ‘Gang Gang’ by Migos:

    On the 21 Savage-assisted song “BBO (Bad Bitches Only),” Kanye West received co-production credits along with DJ Durel, Buddha Bless and Quavo. For the group’s latest single, “Stir Fry,” Pharrell had the honors of creating the beat, while Cardo produced “Open It Up.

    Take A Listen Below
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    DOWNLOAD Migos – Gang Gang


  • White Sand

    Lyrics to ‘White Sand’ by Migos:

    It has arrived. After teasing us with various records & details over the past few months, the Migos finally released their highly anticipated sophomore album today called Culture 2. Laced with a whopping 24 songs in total, the project features contributions from some of the biggest name in hip hop, including Drake, Pharrell, Kanye West, Gucci Mane, Big Sean, Nicki Minaj, Metro Boomin, Cardi B, Post Malone, and many more.

    Take A Listen Below
    https://70mack.co/wp-content/upload/2017/10/Migos-White-Sand.mp3
    DOWNLOAD Migos – White Sand Ft Travis Scott, Ty Dolla Sign & Big Sean


  • Kanye West and Kim Kardashian Wants Fourth Child Via Surrogate

    Kanye West and Kim Kardashian have baby fever.

    After welcoming their daughter Chicago West via a surrogate mother last week, the couple is reportedly considering a fourth child again via a surrogate mother, People reported. The couple shelled out $45,000 last year to pay an unnamed female to carry the newest addition to their family and with plenty living space in their new mega-mansion in Bel Air. Of course, that’s pocket change for Kanye who is worth over a $100 million.

    “Even before Chicago was born, Kim was talking about asking the surrogate to carry her next baby,” sources told People. “She’s so happy with the whole process and thrilled with the surrogate.” The insider confirmed that the G.O.O.D. Music rapper is already on board with the idea and was even bonding with the surrogate father inside the delivery room last week Monday. “Kim definitely wants more kids,” added the source. “She is so happy being a family of five. She wants the family to get even bigger!”

    Kanye West and Kim Kardashian decided that they wanted more kids after the reality star went through a complicated pregnancy with their son Saint. She has a condition known as placenta accreta which is a life-threatening condition that complicates her second pregnancy.

    While she contemplates extending her family, Kim Kardashian’s growing empire is keeping her busy. On February 1st, she will be launching her Kimoji Heart fragrances which arrives just in time for Valentine’s Day. Kanye is also keeping himself busy with his upcoming album currently in production. He is also contributing to other artists albums like the upcoming Migos LP Culture 2, where he is listed on the production credits. There is no word from him yet on when his new project will arrive, but fans are hoping to see it sometime this year. Leave your comments below.

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  • Kim Kardashian Explains Why 25 Family Pics From Instagram Disappeared

    Kim Kardashian coughs up an explanation into why her 25 family photos disappear from her Instagram.

    The reality TV mogul uploaded 25 family portraits to her Instagram account every day in December leading up to Christmas Day. Her fans criticized her harshly because of Kylie Jenner, who is rumored to be pregnant, was not in any of the photos including the one she posted on Christmas. Natural everyone thought that it was because she was being trolled why she deleted the photos.

    According to Kim Kardashian, that assessment is not the case and she merely deleted the pics because that was the original plan of action. “Was always the plan. I archived them so my instagram feed vibe is back,” she responded to a fan who asked, “Wait @KimKardashian deleted all the 25 days of Christmas cards on Instagram.”

    Was always the plan. I archieved them so my instagram feed vibe is back https://t.co/yYG4Ib0Iud

    — Kim Kardashian West (@KimKardashian) December 28, 2017

    After deleting the photos, she posted a pic of herself, Kanye West, North West, and Saint West. “Happy Holidays,” she wrote in the caption. The couple has a third child on the way through a surrogate. Their new bundle of joy is expected to arrive in January next year. Her two sisters, Kylie and Khloe Kardashian, also have their babies on the way but so far only Khloe has confirmed her pregnancy. Kylie Jenner has been in hiding ever since rumors surfaced of her pregnancy for Travis Scott and she has yet confirmed or denied the rumors. Khloe and Triston Thompson are expecting a baby boy.

    Happy Holidays

    A post shared by Kim Kardashian West (@kimkardashian) on Dec 29, 2017 at 8:46am PST

    Kim Kardashian and Kanye West have been going strong especially since his mental breakdown in November last year which forced him to cancel his Saint Pablo Tour. This year the rap icon has maintained a low profile and mostly stayed out of the public eye. He still manages to push his Yeezy fashion brand even further all while working on a new album due next year.

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  • Kanye West Debuts New White and Grey Yeezy 700 Sneaker

    Kanye West set social media on fire over the weekend when he debut a never before seen white and grey Yeezy 700 sneaker.

    Paparazzi snapped Kanye over the weekend donning the new version of bulky Wave Runner 700. The G.O.O.D. Music rapper donned a oversize camouflage jacket and black pants with the sneaker while heading inside Balenciaga in New York City. The is the latest version of the Wave Runners we’ve seen with white and grey colorway with a little 3M reflective accents at the top section of the shoe.

    The pair Kanye West was wearing comes with a blacked out mid and outsole and white lace. It will likely be available in stores sometime soon, but in the meantime Kanye West and his family has the luxury of debut the kicks before anyone else even get their hands on them. These sneakers retailed by Adidas for around $300 but folks are reselling them on the market for double and triple that amount on the open market.

    Aside from designing sneaker, Kanye West has been recording his upcoming album over the last year, but so far there are no signs on when this project will arrive.

    Smile…like that. #Kanye hits up stores in NYC w/ @matthewmwilliams wearing an @alyxstudio chest rig pouch, @Adidas #Yeezy Calabasas pants and white #Adidas #yeezywaverunner700 sneakers. #upscalehype #kanye #alyxstudio #alyx #adidas #yeezyseason

    A post shared by UpscaleHype (@upscalehype) on Dec 17, 2017 at 5:13pm PST


  • Bryson Tiller – Money Problems / Benz Truck (True To Self Album)

    Hey
    Goddamn, goddamn
    Hey (God)
    Hey
    Oh, yeah, yeah, haha, true
    Money, money, power I need checks in every week
    Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
    Niggas don’t make money when they disrespecting me
    You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me, no
    Every time you see me, I’m in go mode
    Niggas ain’t ’bout to charge up, blowing smoke (smoke)
    When I drop a few niggas is goin’ ghost
    You gassed up thinkin’ we go toe-to-toe
    Ay, I’m bout to go Kanye West on niggas
    You know care less if I upset some niggas
    Hey, supposedly I’ve been in debt with niggas
    Fuck ’em, I ain’t writing out no check for niggas
    My lawyer check them niggas, said don’t sweat them niggas
    Order lobster for breakfast and dinner
    He talkin’ wild, I said objection, nigga
    You a lame, get up out my section, nigga
    Hey, he throwin’ shade, I don’t play fetch with niggas
    Yeah, big money, still I rarely flex on niggas
    Don’t need attention, just respect from niggas
    Oh no, all I really need is, need is
    Money, money, power I need checks in every week
    Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
    Niggas don’t make money when they disrespecting me
    You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me
    Money, money, power I need checks in every week
    Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
    Niggas don’t make money when they disrespecting me
    You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me
    No way, that’s okay, that’s okay
    Oh, I come a long way
    Yeah and it’s been a while since I clocked in
    Came out on top and shawty tell me I’m poppin’
    Might miss a concoction, yeah, pour me a drink up
    When these niggas start wildin’, yeah, you the one that I think of
    And God, he the only one thing keepin’ you niggas from gettin’ sprayed up
    For my daughter, I’m gangster, for a dollar, you a traitor (traitor, traitor, traitor)
    You got money problems, I’m sorry (hey)
    Ain’t no money problems ever stop me (never)
    I just treat a prayer like a hobby
    And then I prosper to godspeed and it got me
    Money, money, power I need checks in every week
    Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
    Niggas don’t make money when they disrespecting me
    You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me
    Money, money, power I need checks in every week
    Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
    Niggas don’t make money when they disrespecting me
    You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me, no
    Ay, yeah, I heard
    They talkin’ crazy on the block still
    I ain’t on the block no more, I’m in the hills
    Just checked the temperature, I’m hot still
    Ridin’ 65, I’m on them hot wheels
    The flow way when I’m sauced up
    I got my money right last year, I bossed up
    Them diamonds, they look fake, they must ain’t cost much
    Fake friends, they gon’ say we lost touch
    Strangers, they gon’ say I switched up
    Broke niggas look at me like easy lick, yeah
    Bad bitches want my kids, yeah
    Light skin, I call ’em my honey dip, yeah
    Niggas waitin’ on me to slip up
    On my black, I just flex that’s how I feel, yeah
    Lambo with the doors up, just for a feel up
    Pull up to the crib, jump inside the Benz truck
    Ay, jump inside the Benz truck
    I might sell the Lambo, buy a Benz truck
    Or a SLS, gotta pick one
    Get my bitch one
    And she at the crib, yeah, doin’ sit ups
    And she tryna get fit for a young nigga
    She a down ass bitch, that’s why I fuck with her
    I’m just tryna get rich, double up figures
    Get ’em, get ’em, get ’em
    She a down ass bitch, that’s why I fuck with her
    She a down ass bitch
    Down, down, down, down, down


  • Murs – Gbkw (God Bless Kayne West) (Captain California Album)

    He’s running for his life
    The fucked up thing is, this happens every other night
    They see him comin’, they like, "wassup cuz?"
    He in his uniform from Target so they sayin’ he’s a blood
    They know he ain’t bangin’, they do it for entertainment
    Let off a couple shots and they all start to chase him
    Heart racin’, ’round the corner then he trip
    That’s when he felt the chrome to his head and heard the click
    And every day he puts his backpack on
    His headphones in and he plays that song
    And now he doesn’t feel so alone
    Walkin’ out the door, he pray to God he make it home
    And he just want to make it home
    A young black man tryna make it on his own
    All this craziness going on
    He’s just trying to survive but they saying that he’s wrong
    So God bless Kanye West
    And every other brother of color that’s under stress
    They wanna make you feel like you are less
    Even though you didn’t make it, gotta deal with this mess
    Hold your head, and always do your best
    It’s a long race, you gotta pace your steps
    And remember that you are blessed
    It’s because God loves us that he puts us to the test
    He’s running for his life
    The fucked up thing is this week it happened twice
    This time the eses, bald head and tattoos
    Mad ’cause he datin’ they cousin and he a black dude
    Hopped in they Regal, they chased him down Pico
    He tried to hide in the crowd amongst the other people
    High off sherm so they don’t give a shit
    They rolled down the window and emptied the whole clip
    And every day he puts his backpack on
    His headphones in and he plays that song
    And now he doesn’t feel so alone
    Walkin’ out the door, he pray to God he make it home
    And he just want to make it home
    A young black man tryna make it on his own
    All this craziness going on
    He’s just trying to survive but they saying that he’s wrong
    We in the struggle where the strong kill the strong
    Bodies dropping in the ghetto all night long
    Can’t seem to find a way for us all to get along
    It’s like they the new Marvin Gaye, what’s goin’ on?
    So God bless Kanye West
    And every other brother of color that’s under stress
    They wanna make you feel like you are less
    Even though you didn’t make it, gotta deal with this mess
    Hold your head, and always do your best
    It’s a long race, you gotta pace your steps
    And remember that you are blessed
    It’s because God loves us that he puts us to the test
    He’s running for his life
    The fucked up thing is tonight is the black and white
    They rolled up and told him, "freeze, don’t run!"
    And that might sound easy, but you see he’s got a gun
    You know he ain’t tryna be on no tough shit
    But every single night he was tired of gettin’ fucked with
    He dropped the gun and it let off a shot
    So they returned fire as he ran down the block
    This is a story with three different plots
    In any of the three the hero could’ve been shot
    Who really did the shooting don’t matter a whole lot
    Either way a young man was gunned down on his block
    And now he laying in the hospital
    After all these years of dodging so many obstacles
    It don’t matter if I tell you who’s responsible
    It sucks that we’re living in a world where this is possible


  • Stormzy – Ultralight Beam (Kanye West Cover) (In The Live Lounge) (Live)

    I’m tryna keep my faith
    We on an ultralight beam
    We on an ultralight beam
    This is a God dream
    This is a God dream
    This is everything
    This is everything
    Deliver us serenity
    Deliver us peace
    Deliver us loving
    We know we need it
    You know we need it
    You know we need it
    That’s why we need you now, oh, I
    Pray for Paris
    Pray for the parents
    This is a God dream
    This is a God dream
    This is a God dream
    We on an ultralight beam
    We on an ultralight beam
    This is a God dream
    This is a God dream
    This is everything
    Everything (Thing, thing, thing)

    I’m tryna keep my faith
    But I’m looking for more
    Somewhere I can feel safe
    And end my holy war
    I’m tryna keep my faith

    So why send oppression not blessings?
    Why, oh why’d you do me wrong? (More)
    You persecute the weak
    Because it makes you feel so strong
    (To save) Don’t have much strength to fight
    So I look to the light
    (War) To make these wrongs turn right
    Head up high, I look to the light
    Hey, cause I know that you’ll make everything alright
    And I know that you’ll take good care of your child
    Oh, no longer am afraid of the night
    Cause I, I look to the light

    When they come for you, I will shield your name
    I will field their questions, I will feel your pain
    No one can judge
    They don’t, they don’t know
    They don’t know
    Foot on the Devil’s neck ’til it drifted Pangaea
    I’m moving all my family from Chatham to Zambia
    Treat the demons just like Pam
    I mean I fuck with your friends, but damn, Gina
    I been this way since Arthur was anteater
    Now they wanna hit me with the woo wap, the bam
    Tryna snap photos of familia
    My daughter look just like Sia, you can’t see her
    You can feel the lyrics, the spirit coming in braille
    Tubman of the underground, come and follow the trail
    I made Sunday Candy, I’m never going to hell
    I met Kanye West, I’m never going to fail
    He said let’s do a good ass job with Chance three
    I hear you gotta sell it to snatch the Grammy
    Let’s make it so free and the bars so hard
    That there ain’t one gosh darn part you can’t tweet
    This is my part, nobody else speak
    This is my part, nobody else speak
    This little light of mine
    Glory be to God, yeah
    I’mma make sure that they go where they can’t go
    If they don’t wanna ride I’mma still give them raincoats
    Know what God said when he made the first rainbow
    Just throw this at the end if I’m too late for the intro
    Ugh, I’m just having fun with it
    You know that a nigga was lost
    I laugh in my head
    Cause I bet that my ex looking back like a pillar of salt
    Ugh, cause they’ll flip the script on your ass like Wesley and Spike
    You cannot mess with the light
    Look at lil Chano from 79th

    We on an ultralight beam
    We on an ultralight beam
    This is a God dream
    This is a God dream
    This is everything
    Everything

    I’m tryna keep my faith
    But I’m looking for more
    Somewhere I can feel safe
    And end my holy war

    Father, this prayer is for everyone that feels they’re not good enough
    This prayer’s for everybody that feels like they’re too messed up
    For everyone that feels they’ve said "I’m sorry" too many times
    You can never go too far when you can’t come back home again
    That’s why I need
    Faith, more, safe, war


  • Murs – GBKW (God Bless Kanye West)

    [Verse 1]
    He’s running for his life
    The fucked up thing, this happens every other night
    They see him comin’, they like, "wassup cuz?"
    He in his uniform from Target so they sayin’ he’s a blood
    They know he ain’t bangin’, they do it for entertainment
    Let off a couple shots and they all start to chase him
    Heart racin’, ’round the corner then he trip
    That’s when he felt the chrome to his head and heard the click

    [Pre-Chorus]
    And every day he puts his backpack on
    His headphones in and he plays that song
    And now he doesn’t feel so alone
    Walkin’ out the door, he pray to god he make it home
    And he just want to make it home
    A young black man tryna make it on his own
    All this crazy that’s going on
    He’s just trying to survive but they saying that he’s wrong

    [Chorus]
    So God bless Kanye West
    And every other brother of color that’s under stress
    They wanna make you feel like you are less
    Even though you didn’t make it, gotta deal with this mess
    Hold your head, and always do your best
    It’s a long race, you gotta pace your steps
    And remember that you are blessed
    It’s because God loves us that he puts us to the test

    [Verse 2]
    He’s running for his life
    The fucked up thing is this week it happened twice
    This time the eses, bald head and tattoos
    Mad ’cause he datin’ they cousin and he a black dude
    Hopped in they Regal, they chased him down Pico
    He tried to hide in the crowd amongst the other people
    High off sherm so they don’t give a shit
    They rolled down the window and emptied the whole clip

    [Pre-Chorus]
    And every day he puts his backpack on
    His headphones in and he plays that song
    And now he doesn’t feel so alone
    Walkin’ out the door, he pray to god he make it home
    And he just want to make it home
    A young black man tryna make it on his own
    All this crazy that’s going on
    He’s just trying to survive but they saying that he’s wrong

    [Bridge]
    We in the struggle where the strong kill the strong
    Bodies dropping in the ghetto all night long
    Can’t seem to find a way for us all to get along
    It’s like they the new Marvin Gaye, what’s goin’ on?

    [Chorus]
    So God bless Kanye West
    And every other brother of color that’s under stress
    They wanna make you feel like you are less
    Even though you didn’t make it, gotta deal with this mess
    Hold your head, and always do your best
    It’s a long race, you gotta pace your steps
    And remember that you are blessed
    It’s because God loves us that he puts us to the test

    [Verse 3]
    He’s running for his life
    The fucked up thing is tonight is the black and white
    They rolled up and told him, "freeze, don’t run!"
    And that might sound easy, but you see he’s got a gun
    You know he ain’t tryna be on no tough shit
    But every single night he was tired of gettin’ fucked with
    He dropped the gun and it let off a shot
    So they returned fire as he ran down the block
    This is a story with three different plots
    In any of the three the hero could’ve been shot
    Who really did the shooting don’t matter a whole lot
    Either way a young man was gunned down on his block
    And now he laying in the hospital
    After all these years of dodging so many obstacles
    It don’t matter if I tell you who’s responsible
    It sucks that we’re living in a world where this is possible


  • Yo Gotti – Castro (feat. Kanye West, Quavo, Big Sean & 2 Chainz)

    [Intro: Yo Gotti, Big Sean (Kanye West) & 2 Chainz]
    (Yeah) Castro
    Whoa, whoa, whoa (yeah)
    Cubans on me like I’m Castro (yeah)
    Bitches like I’m Castro, yah
    Kickin’ bitches like I’m Castro (whoa)
    Cuban cigar nigga
    Spanish chick, JLo
    Dope money, Pablo
    The double cross you up, eyeball
    Castro, Castro, Castro

    [Hook: Yo Gotti, Kanye West & Quavo]
    Cubans on me like I’m Castro
    Hit your bitch with a backstroke
    Spanish bitch, JLo
    Dope money, Pablo
    Astronaut, take off
    John Travolta (face off)
    In the kitchen, have a bake off
    She gon’ snort her whole damn face off
    Cubans on me like I’m Castro
    Hit your bitch with a backstroke
    Spanish bitch, JLo
    Dope money, Pablo
    Astronaut, take off
    John Travolta (face off)
    In the kitchen, have a bake off
    She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

    [Verse 1: Yo Gotti & Kanye West]
    EA Sports, I’m in the Playoffs
    I’m in Saks goin’ AWOL
    I’m at Neimans goin’ AWOL
    Hit your bitch in the A loft
    Hair cool but the pussy wack
    Wanna unfuck her, get her pussy back
    Cuban on your boy, I’m Castro
    Hit your bitch with a backstroke
    Medellín, Pablo
    Money bags, Wells Fargo
    Call my driver, where the car go?
    100 thousand in my cargo
    I get dope by the cargo
    I got whips, no car note
    I got whips, no slave
    All my cribs got maids
    All my cribs like a maze
    Shit so big, they amazed
    Still thuggin’, they amazed
    Put me on a track with ‘Ye
    In the kitchen rocking ‘Ye’s
    In the trenches with the Js
    Feds listenin’, we don’t do the phone
    They record everythin’ we say

    [Hook: Yo Gotti, Kanye West & Quavo]
    Cubans on me like I’m Castro
    Hit your bitch with a backstroke
    Spanish bitch, JLo
    Dope money, Pablo
    Astronaut, take off
    John Travolta (face off)
    In the kitchen, have a bake off
    She gon’ snort her whole damn face off
    Cubans on me like I’m Castro
    Hit your bitch with a backstroke
    Spanish bitch, JLo
    Dope money, Pablo
    Astronaut, take off
    John Travolta (face off)
    In the kitchen, have a bake off
    She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

    [Verse 2: Quavo]
    Quavo, honcho
    My life like Pablo
    Cuban hoes fall in love with a nigga
    They’ll treat me like Fabio
    Off white like shell toes
    Stick to the money, velcro
    Standin’ on the top row
    Then I jump down, hit you with the elbow
    Why do the birds need a plane if they can fly?
    I be standin’ in the field with the fire
    So many onions in the trap, make me cry
    My styrofoam got more oil than Dubai
    Ridin’ round with extendo
    Ridin’ round with extendo
    Never, never, serve ya kinfolk
    Never, never, serve ya kinfolk
    Niggas shootin’ out the window
    Niggas shootin’ at your window
    Yeah, you better keep your head low
    Feds watchin’, better lay low

    [Hook: Yo Gotti, Kanye West & Quavo]
    Cubans on me like I’m Castro
    Hit your bitch with a backstroke
    Spanish bitch, JLo
    Dope money, Pablo
    Astronaut, take off
    John Travolta (face off)
    In the kitchen, have a bake off
    She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

    [Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
    Anti lame nigga
    Take your girl like a pain killer
    Just saw a picture of your first baby mama
    Look like a train hit her
    Can’t finesse me, I’m the finest
    AKA, it’s your Highness
    I don’t know if she got a snort habit
    Or the bitch got sinus
    Pyrex tried to sign us
    Bakin’ soda tryna sign us
    Got a red stove and a gold fork
    Shit lookin’ like the ‘9’ers
    Told shawty, you a minus
    And I say it out of kindness
    Cuban links change the climate
    Dick tall, she can climb it
    Sold so many damn bags
    I coulda went dimin’
    Watch wristband diamond
    On my neck look diamond
    Simon said, nigga start takin’ my shit
    Nigga, start rhymin’
    4 rings like an Audi
    Hotel suite, cloudy

    [Hook: Yo Gotti, Kanye West & Quavo]
    Cubans on me like I’m Castro
    Hit your bitch with a backstroke
    Spanish bitch, JLo
    Dope money, Pablo
    Astronaut, take off
    John Travolta (face off)
    In the kitchen, have a bake off
    She gon’ snort her whole damn face off


  • Kanye West – Famous (Uncensored)

    Man I can understand how it might be
    Kinda hard to love a girl like me
    I don’t blame you much for wanting to be free
    I just wanted you to know
    Swizz told me let the beat rock

    For all my Southside niggas that know me best
    I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex
    Why? I made that bitch famous (God damn)
    I made that bitch famous
    For all the girls that got dick from Kanye West
    If you see ’em in the streets give ’em Kanye’s best
    Why? They mad they ain’t famous (God damn)
    They mad they’re still nameless (Talk that talk, man)
    Her man in the store tryna try his best
    But he just can’t seem to get Kanye fresh
    But we still hood famous (God damn)
    Yeah we still hood famous

    I just wanted you to know
    I loved you better than your own kin did
    From the very start
    I don’t blame you much for wanting to be free
    Wake up, Mr West! Oh, he’s up!
    I just wanted you to know

    I be Puerto Rican day parade floatin’
    That Benz Marina Del Rey coastin’
    She in school to be a real estate agent
    Last month I helped her with the car payment
    Young and we alive, whoo!
    We never gonna die, whoo!
    I just copped a jet to fly over personal debt
    Put one up in the sky
    The sun is in my eyes, whoo!
    Woke up and felt the vibe, whoo!
    No matter how hard they try, whoo!
    We never gonna die

    I just wanted you to know

    Bam bam, bam bam
    Bam bam dilla, bam bam
    ‘ey what a bam bam
    How you feeling right now? Let me see your lighters in the air
    Bam bam dilla, bam bam
    Bam bam eh
    Bam bam, bam bam
    Let me see your middle finger in the air
    Bam bam, bam bam
    Bam bam dilla, bam bam
    Let me see you act up in this motherfucker
    ‘ey what a bam bam
    Bam bam dilla, bam bam
    How you feelin’, how you feelin, how you feelin’ in this mother fucker, god damn
    Bam bam
    One thing you can’t do is stop us now
    Bam bam, bam bam
    Bam bam dilla, bam bam
    You can’t stop the thing now
    ‘ey what a bam bam
    Man it’s way too late, it’s way too late, it’s way too late you can’t fuck with us
    Bam bam dilla, bam bam
    Bam bam, bam bam
    Bam bam, bam bam
    To the left, to the right
    Bam bam dilla, bam bam
    I wanna see everybody hands in the air like this
    ‘ey what a bam bam
    Bam bam, bam bam
    Bam bam dilla, bam bam

    I just wanted you to know
    I loved you better than your own kin did
    From the very start
    I don’t blame you much for wanting to be free
    I just wanted you to know


  • Kanye West – Famous (The Life Of Pablo Album)

    [Intro: Rihanna + Kanye West]
    Man I can understand how it might be
    Kinda hard to love a girl like me
    I don’t blame you much for wanting to be free
    I just wanted you to know
    Swizz told me let the beat rock

    [Verse 1: Kanye West + Swizz Beatz]
    For all my Southside niggas that know me best
    I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex
    Why? I made that bitch famous (God damn)
    I made that bitch famous
    For all the girls that got dick from Kanye West
    If you see ’em in the streets give ’em Kanye’s best
    Why? They mad they ain’t famous (God damn)
    They mad they’re still nameless (Talk that talk, man)
    Her man in the store tryna try his best
    But he just can’t seem to get Kanye fresh
    But we still hood famous (God damn)
    Yeah we still hood famous

    [Hook: Rihanna + Swizz Beatz]
    I just wanted you to know
    I loved you better than your own kin did
    From the very start
    I don’t blame you much for wanting to be free
    Wake up, Mr West! Oh, he’s up!
    I just wanted you to know

    [Verse 2: Kanye West + Swizz Beatz]
    I be Puerto Rican day parade floatin’
    That Benz Marina Del Rey coastin’
    She be Puerto Rican day parade wavin’
    Last month I helped her with the car payment
    Young and we alive, whoo!
    We never gonna die, whoo!
    I just copped a jet to fly over personal debt
    Put one up in the sky
    The sun is in my eyes, whoo!
    Woke up and felt the vibe, whoo!
    No matter how hard they try, whoo!
    We never gonna die

    [Hook: Rihanna]
    I just wanted you to know

    [Bridge: Sister Nancy + Swizz Beatz]
    Bam bam, bam bam
    Bam bam dilla, bam bam
    ‘ey what a bam bam
    How you feeling right now? Let me see your lighters in the air
    Bam bam dilla, bam bam
    Bam bam eh
    Bam bam, bam bam
    Let me see your middle finger in the air
    Bam bam, bam bam
    Bam bam dilla, bam bam
    Let me see you act up in this motherfucker
    ‘ey what a bam bam
    Bam bam dilla, bam bam
    How you feelin’, how you feelin, how you feelin’ in this mother fucker, god damn
    Bam bam
    One thing you can’t do is stop us now
    Bam bam, bam bam
    Bam bam dilla, bam bam
    You can’t stop the thing now
    ‘ey what a bam bam
    Man it’s way too late, it’s way too late, it’s way too late you can’t fuck with us
    Bam bam dilla, bam bam
    Bam bam, bam bam
    Bam bam, bam bam
    To the left, to the right
    Bam bam dilla, bam bam
    I wanna see everybody hands in the air like this
    ‘ey what a bam bam
    Bam bam, bam bam
    Bam bam dilla, bam bam

    [Outro: Nina Simone]
    I just wanted you to know
    I loved you better than your own kin did
    From the very start
    I don’t blame you much for wanting to be free
    I just wanted you to know


  • Kanye West – Diamonds from Sierra Leone, Ratatat remix

    [Kanye West]

    Diamonds are forever
    They won’t leave in the night
    I’ve no fear that they might
    Desert me
    Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
    Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
    Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)
    The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme
    Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?……
    Close your eyes and imagine, feel the magic
    Vegas on acid
    Seen through Yves St. Laurent glasses
    And I’ve realized that I’ve arrived, cuz
    It take more than a magazine to kill my Vibe does
    He write his own rhymes, so sort of
    I think ’em
    That mean I forgot better shit than u ever thought up
    Damn, is he really that caught up?
    I ask if you talkin’ bout classics, do my name get brought up?
    I remember I couldn’t afford a Ford Escort or even a four-track recorder
    So its only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche
    – its for yourself that’s important
    If a stripper named Porscha and u get tips from many men
    Then your fat friend her nickname is Minivan
    Excuse me
    That’s just the Henny, man, I smoke, I drink, I’m supposed to stop I can’t because

    Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
    Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
    Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)
    The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme
    Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?……

    [Kanye West]

    I was sick about awards
    Couldn’t nobody cure me
    Only playa that got robbed but kept all his jewelry
    Alicia Keys tried to talk some sense to them
    30 minutes later seems there’s no convincing them
    What more can you ask for?
    The international assholes nah
    Who complains about what he is owed?
    And throw a tantrum like he is 3 years old
    You gotta love it though somebody still speaks from his soul
    And wouldn’t change by the change, or the game, or the fame
    When he came, in the game, he made his own lane
    Now all I need is y’all to pronounce my name
    Its Kanye – But some of my plastic – they still say Kane
    Got family in the D, Kin-folk from Motown
    Back in the Chi – them folks ain’t from Motown
    Life movin’ too fast I need to slow down
    Girl ain’t give me no ass, ya need to go down
    Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
    My father Ben said I need Jesus
    So he took me to church and let the water wash over my ceaser
    Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
    The preacher said we need leaders
    Right then my body got still like a paraplegic
    You know who you can call you gotta best believe it
    The Roc stand tall and you would never believe it
    Take your diamonds and throw ’em up like you bulimic
    Yea the beat cold but the flow is anemic
    After debris settles and the dust get swept off
    Big K pick up where young Hov left off
    Right when magazines wrote Kanye West off
    I dropped my new shit sound like the best of
    A&R’s lookin’ like “pssh we messed up”
    Grammy night, damn right, we got dressed up
    Bottle after bottle till we got messed up
    In the studio, where really though, yea he next up
    People askin’ me if I’m gon’ give my chain back
    That’ll be the same day I give the game back
    You know the next question dog “Yo, where Dame at?”
    This track the Indian dance to bring our reign back
    “What’s up with you and Jay, man, are y’all ok man?”
    They pray for the death of our dynasty like Amen
    R-r-r-right here stands a-man
    With the power to make a diamond with his bare hands…

    Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
    Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
    Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)
    The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme
    Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?…


  • Kanye West – Diamonds from Sierra Leone, Ratatat remix Lyrics

    [Kanye West]

    Diamonds are forever
    They won’t leave in the night
    I’ve no fear that they might
    Desert me
    Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
    Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
    Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)
    The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme
    Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?……
    Close your eyes and imagine, feel the magic
    Vegas on acid
    Seen through Yves St. Laurent glasses
    And I’ve realized that I’ve arrived, cuz
    It take more than a magazine to kill my Vibe does
    He write his own rhymes, so sort of
    I think ’em
    That mean I forgot better shit than u ever thought up
    Damn, is he really that caught up?
    I ask if you talkin’ bout classics, do my name get brought up?
    I remember I couldn’t afford a Ford Escort or even a four-track recorder
    So its only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche
    – its for yourself that’s important
    If a stripper named Porscha and u get tips from many men
    Then your fat friend her nickname is Minivan
    Excuse me
    That’s just the Henny, man, I smoke, I drink, I’m supposed to stop I can’t because

    Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
    Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
    Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)
    The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme
    Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?……

    [Kanye West]

    I was sick about awards
    Couldn’t nobody cure me
    Only playa that got robbed but kept all his jewelry
    Alicia Keys tried to talk some sense to them
    30 minutes later seems there’s no convincing them
    What more can you ask for?
    The international assholes nah
    Who complains about what he is owed?
    And throw a tantrum like he is 3 years old
    You gotta love it though somebody still speaks from his soul
    And wouldn’t change by the change, or the game, or the fame
    When he came, in the game, he made his own lane
    Now all I need is y’all to pronounce my name
    Its Kanye – But some of my plastic – they still say Kane
    Got family in the D, Kin-folk from Motown
    Back in the Chi – them folks ain’t from Motown
    Life movin’ too fast I need to slow down
    Girl ain’t give me no ass, ya need to go down
    Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
    My father Ben said I need Jesus
    So he took me to church and let the water wash over my ceaser
    Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
    The preacher said we need leaders
    Right then my body got still like a paraplegic
    You know who you can call you gotta best believe it
    The Roc stand tall and you would never believe it
    Take your diamonds and throw ’em up like you bulimic
    Yea the beat cold but the flow is anemic
    After debris settles and the dust get swept off
    Big K pick up where young Hov left off
    Right when magazines wrote Kanye West off
    I dropped my new shit sound like the best of
    A&R’s lookin’ like “pssh we messed up”
    Grammy night, damn right, we got dressed up
    Bottle after bottle till we got messed up
    In the studio, where really though, yea he next up
    People askin’ me if I’m gon’ give my chain back
    That’ll be the same day I give the game back
    You know the next question dog “Yo, where Dame at?”
    This track the Indian dance to bring our reign back
    “What’s up with you and Jay, man, are y’all ok man?”
    They pray for the death of our dynasty like Amen
    R-r-r-right here stands a-man
    With the power to make a diamond with his bare hands…

    Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
    Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
    Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)
    The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme
    Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?…


  • DJ Khaled – Go Hard Lyrics

    [Kanye West]
    I think it’s time for me to go hard for the hood I’m from
    [DJ Khaled]
    DJ Khaled

    Fuck the rest, we run the game
    Kanye West, Khaled and Pain

    [Verse 1: Tenfoe]

    [Verse 2: Luguz]
    I go hard [?] I go unreal
    I grind hard, make music that you feel
    [?], motherfuckers keep speaking
    So it’s time for you to listen
    Yo, Khaled, this so Luguz
    The one you never thought would’ve made it, but he does
    He did, he is, the best
    The rest can rest, unless I die in flesh
    I rest my case, I bless my fate
    I played my hands without a spade
    You hate to hear the bars I drop
    You hate the fact I’m near the top
    Hate to hate, shit, [?]
    You would hate me too with the rhymes I talk
    The rhymes I live, the rhymes I spit
    It’s gonna keep me going, it’s going make me rich
    I already did, I leave it you
    Middle finger in the air, n*gger, fuck you!
    I’mma keep my [?], spit perfection, I am dope, I’m baking soda
    Cut in ages, [?]
    [?] for greatness, I’m forsaken
    I go hard, that’s an understatement

    [Verse 3: Kanye West]

    [Hook: T-Pain]

    [Verse 4: J. Pich]
    I gotta go hard, I gotta go hard
    With the flow of my beach coast
    I’ve gotta show off, I’ve gotta show off
    [?] with the teeth I floss
    I’m so so sickening, no more convincing
    Lyrically, I beat my odds
    [?], no more [?]
    [?]
    Everybody’s talking that I am not good enough
    Everybody’s talking that I am not good enough
    With the peace and the people and the sound
    [?]
    Let the game slip away, let the name slip away
    So I’m back in the middle of the streets now
    With the words and the flow, I’m [?]
    [?]
    I’m a [?], and you’re a target, full shots [?], I’m flawless
    And it’s [?], it’s garbage
    And I’ve got a house full of [?]
    My boss is [?]
    [?]
    [?]
    [?], I am fast like Sega

    [Verse 5: The Versace Kids]
    Won’t let you get me, no
    ‘Cause I was [?] to go hard
    And when I go hard
    Go hard [?] in it
    [?] in this [?] shit, come for y’all
    My hood my be hard, bitch
    My life is heartless
    [?] you haters I’m a [?]
    [?] beating on you haters
    [?]

    See I’m going, going, going, going hard
    ‘Cause I know [?] and touch the stars
    Yeah, I heard them hating so I got a little smarter
    Still [?] them hating, so I go a little harder
    ‘Cause I can, and I will
    Go hard and that’s the way it is
    But if you could

    [Hook: T-Pain]

    [Verse 6: Rover]
    I go hard like I [?]
    Go hard like I really want buy that [?]
    Got a homie on the ground like a young Snoop
    Big [?], like “Who you?”
    I heard these streets talking dirty like I ain’t got this too
    ‘Cause that’s what happens when you’re heavy like me and my crew
    You fools, you wish you were Rover
    But homie, I ain’t you though
    If I was anything like you I’d, I’d, wanna be like me too
    Straight out the crack house
    [?]
    And ‘yall don’t want no problems
    [?]
    Bitch, here’s a new day
    Looking at a new [?]
    Bitch, [?] ain’t going nowhere
    I don’t give a fuck what the [?] say
    Got nothing on your boy like the hood told them
    Got 20 blood like I pushed these n*ggers’ wood

    [Verse 7: Luguz]

    [Verse 8: Kanye West]

    [Hook: T-Pain]


  • Daya – Talk lyrics

    [Verse 1]
    I’m not the plain and simple, I’m in another lane
    I’m rocking Shirley Temple, the cherry on the cake
    Just a throwback kid from the nineties
    I start my ABC’s with the YZ
    I paint with different colors and never in the lines
    There isn’t any other, I am the prototype
    Tick-tock, waste time with your rumors
    But, I’m so ice cold, good humor

    [Pre-Chorus]
    They say, “I’m outta my mind standin’ on the outside”
    But, it’s cooler, it’s fresher
    I like it here… (Hey!)
    [Chorus]
    They’re all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
    Might as well give ’em something
    Might as well give ’em something to talk about
    I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
    Might as well give ’em something
    Might as well give ’em something to talk about

    [Post-Chorus]
    Give ’em somthin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
    A little somethin’ to talk about
    Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
    A little somethin’ to talk about

    [Verse 2]
    I don’t believe in Yeezus, I like ’em Kanye West
    I’m rockin’ dirty sneakers with my designer dress
    Order a Grade-A steak with no pomfret
    I wake you up, Starbucks, sleep on me

    [Pre-Chorus]
    They say, “I’m outta my mind standin’ on the outside”
    But, it’s cooler, it’s fresher
    I like it here… (Hey!)

    [Chorus]
    They’re all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
    Might as well give’em something
    Might as well give ’em something to talk about
    I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
    Might as well give ’em something
    Might as well give ’em something to talk about

    [Post-Chorus]
    Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
    A little somethin’ to talk about
    Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
    A little somethin’ to talk about

    [Bridge]
    No, you don’t know what
    What you talkin’ ’bout
    No, you don’t know me
    So just shut your mouth

    No, you don’t know what
    What your talkin’ ’bout
    No, you don’t know me
    So just shut your…

    [Chorus]
    They’re all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
    Might as well give ’em something
    Might as well give ’em something to talk about
    I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
    Might as well give ’em something
    Might as well give ’em something to talk about

    [Post-Chorus]
    Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
    A little somethin’ to talk about
    Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
    A little somethin’ to talk about


  • Desiigner – Tiimmy Turner (Remix) (feat. Kanye West) letras

    [Hook: Desiigner]
    Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
    He was wishin’ for a burner
    To kill everybody walkin’
    He knows that his soul in the furnace
    Fuck bitch on BET
    Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
    Wildin’ for wallet
    Kill everybody walkin’
    He knows that his soul in the furnace
    Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
    He was wishin’ for a burner
    To kill everybody walkin’
    He knows that his soul in the furnace
    Fuck bitch on BET
    Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
    Wildin’ for wallet
    Kill everybody walkin’
    He knows that his soul in the furnace
    Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner

    [Verse 1: Kanye West]
    Born in the nation that breeded us
    Why they don’t never show me the love?
    Jesus Shuttlesworth, I lead the squad
    Walk on water while I feed the sharks
    Everybody just got made alert (Tiimmy)
    You might get killed on your way to work
    Everyone seen it in broad day
    Nobody feelin’ that paperwork
    Nobody cared that you made it work
    All of the talkin’ just made it worse
    Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy, too turnt up
    Got a burner ’bout to leave the block burnt up
    And look what you made me do
    Look who you made me shoot
    Don’t ask from help from dude
    That nigga crazy too
    I’m the new Steve, mixed with Ali
    ‘Bout to get freed, I’m the new Walt
    Fuck what you thought
    Man fuck all of y’all
    Cause Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy, too turnt up
    Got a burner leave the block burnt up
    Got a burner leave the block burnt up
    [Hook: Desiigner]
    Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
    He was wishin’ for a burner
    To kill everybody walkin’
    He knows that his soul in the furnace
    Fuck bitch on BET
    Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
    Wildin’ for wallet
    Kill everybody walkin’
    He knows that his soul in the furnace
    Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
    He was wishin’ for a burner
    To kill everybody walkin’
    He knows that his soul in the furnace
    Fuck bitch on BET
    Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
    Wildin’ for wallet
    Kill everybody walkin’
    He knows that his soul in the furnace
    Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner


  • Daya – Talk

    [Verse 1]
    I’m not the plain and simple, I’m in another lane
    I’m rocking Shirley Temple, the cherry on the cake
    Just a throwback kid from the nineties
    I start my ABC’s with the YZ
    I paint with different colors and never in the lines
    There isn’t any other, I am the prototype
    Tick-tock, waste time with your rumors
    But, I’m so ice cold, good humor

    [Pre-Chorus]
    They say, “I’m outta my mind standin’ on the outside”
    But, it’s cooler, it’s fresher
    I like it here… (Hey!)
    [Chorus]
    They all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
    Might as well give ’em something
    Might as well give ’em something to talk about
    I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
    Might as well give ’em something
    Might as well give ’em something to talk about

    [Post-Chorus]
    Give ’em somthin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
    A little somethin’ to talk about
    Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
    A little somethin’ to talk about

    [Verse 2]
    I don’t believe in Yeezus, I like ’em Kanye West
    I’m rockin’ dirty sneakers with my designer dress
    Order a Grade-A steak with no pomfret
    I wake you up, Starbucks, sleep on me

    [Pre-Chorus]
    They say, “I’m outta my mind standin’ on the outside”
    But, it’s cooler, it’s fresher
    I like it here… (Hey!)

    [Chorus]
    They all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
    Might as well give’em something
    Might as well give ’em something to talk about
    I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
    Might as well give ’em something
    Might as well give ’em something to talk about

    [Post-Chorus]
    Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
    A little somethin’ to talk about
    Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
    A little somethin’ to talk about

    [Bridge]
    No, you don’t know what
    What you talkin’ ’bout
    No, you don’t know me
    So just shut your mouth

    No, you don’t know what
    What your talkin’ ’bout
    No, you don’t know me
    So just shut your…

    [Chorus]
    They all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
    Might as well give ’em something
    Might as well give ’em something to talk about
    I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
    Might as well give ’em something
    Might as well give ’em something to talk about

    [Post-Chorus]
    Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
    A little somethin’ to talk about
    Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
    A little somethin’ to talk about


  • Juicy J – Ballin (feat. Kanye West) letras

    [Intro: Juicy J]
    Play me some pimpin’, mane

    [Hook: Kanye West + Juicy J]
    And I’m ballin’, I’m, I’m, and I’m ballin’, I
    And I’m ballin’, and I’m ballin’
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, off the glass
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, off the glass
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, off the glass
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle

    [Verse 1: Juicy J]
    Let ’em all in
    Let them fall in it
    Let them play with all the dollars
    Let them bathe in it
    House so large, put a maze in it
    I’m the type that take your chick out for lunch
    In the middle of the White House lawn
    Then switch up, start filming porn
    Might tell the First Lady she can join
    Do what I want when I want
    Nigga you can keep them two pennies
    I got a tub so big you can come and take swimmin’ lessons in it
    Now I’m peelin’ off in a spaceship, with the ceiling
    She just want to show her titties off
    Carpet roll out, wanna hop off
    Bout to hit the club like golf balls
    Paparazzi tryna catch a nigga off guard
    Nigga got me off the chain like guard dogs
    Come on, dog
    I’m too high, hot air balloon
    All star, I’m on another planet
    I just joined the fortune five hundred
    Now I’m in the boardroom in pajamas

    [Hook: Kanye West + Juicy J]
    And I’m ballin’, I’m, I’m, and I’m ballin’, I
    And I’m ballin’, and I’m ballin’
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, off the glass
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, off the glass
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, off the glass
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle

    [Verse 2: Juicy J]
    And I’m ballin’
    When you’re boss you don’t take shit, you don’t call in
    So fresh to death like I got dressed in a coffin
    Folks ain’t never gonna get it, I’ve been holding out long enough
    Scratch that, now I’m on to somethin’
    Fuck that, I ain’t letting up
    Cats gonna copy this shit
    They gonna wanna hold my awards
    Poor lil’ Juicy J, this year I’m declaring war
    Fuck they upset with me for?
    Shut up J and be a decoy
    Who the fuck they thinkin’ we are?
    M-Town ride smokin’ blunts
    We up, keep up, my chips, cheese puffs
    That’s real dope
    See us Gd up, money talks, speak up
    Sleep, what for?
    I get some rest when I croak
    I want a new island to dock my new boat
    I went to the action and bought me a chopper
    Now I need a new helipad for my home

    [Hook: Kanye West + Juicy J]
    And I’m ballin’, I’m, I’m, and I’m ballin’, I
    And I’m ballin’, and I’m ballin’
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, off the glass
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, off the glass
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, off the glass
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle


  • Daya – Talk (Sit Still, Look Pretty Album) letras

    [Verse 1]
    I’m not that plain and simple, I mean another lane
    I’m rocking Shirley Temple, the cherry on the cake
    Just a throwback kid from the nineties
    I start my ABCs with the YZ
    I paint with different colors and never in the lines
    There isn’t any other, I am the prototype
    Tick tock, waste time with your rumors
    But I’m so ice cold, good humor

    [Pre-Chorus]
    They say I’m outta my mind
    Standing on the outside
    It’s cooler, it’s fresher
    I like to hear ’em
    [Chorus]
    They all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
    Might as well give ’em something
    Might as well give ’em something to talk about
    I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
    Might as well give ’em something
    Might as well give ’em something to talk about

    [Post-Chorus]
    A little something, a little something
    A, a little something to talk about
    A little something, a little something
    A, a little something to talk about

    [Verse 2]
    I don’t believe in Yeezus, I like ’em Kanye West
    I’m rocking dirty sneakers with my designer dress
    Would do a great [Ace-stick?] with no concrete
    I wake you up, Starbucks, sleep on me

    [Pre-Chorus]
    They say I’m outta my mind
    Standing on the outside
    It’s cooler, it’s fresher
    I like to hear it

    [Chorus]
    They all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
    Might as well give ’em something
    Might as well give ’em something to talk about
    I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
    Might as well give ’em something
    Might as well give ’em something to talk about

    [Post-Chorus]
    A little something, a little something
    A, a little something to talk about
    A little something, a little something
    A, a little something to talk about

    [Bridge]
    No, you don’t know what
    What you talking of
    No, you don’t know me
    So just shut your mouth
    No, you don’t know what
    What you talking of
    No, you don’t know me
    So just shut your…

    [Chorus]
    They all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
    Might as well give ’em something
    Might as well give ’em something to talk about
    I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
    Might as well give ’em something
    Might as well give ’em something to talk about

    [Post-Chorus]
    A little something, a little something
    A, a little something to talk about
    A little something, a little something
    A, a little something to talk about