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  • Stalley – Squattin’

    [Intro: Stalley]
    Fuck a nigga hatin’
    This money I be chasin’
    Fuck a nigga hatin’

    [Hook: Stalley]
    Fuck a nigga hatin’
    This money I be chasin’ (Chasin’)
    9-11 racin’ (race)
    I came from the basement (I came from it)
    Not a pot to piss in (not one)
    Now its V-12 engines (Vroom)
    Speedin’ out the trenches (yey)
    I’m squattin’ on you hoes (Squattin’)

    [Verse 1: Stalley]
    (?)
    Take a nigga soul
    Got snakes on my clothes
    Diamond boogers in my gold
    Hermes when I blow my nose
    Designer from head to toe
    Fashion killa wish a Gunter
    Four G savings like a nunchuk
    Cuban shining like the sun’s up
    Bank on my like Sun Trust
    Never spend it on a ho
    Ain’t no ho that son trust
    Maybach like a small bus
    Got enough room to throw a party in it
    Ride by catch a body in it
    Treat that ’62 like a ’64

    [Pre-Hook: Stalley]
    Keep it jumpin’
    Keep it jumpin’
    Keep it jumpin’
    Keep it jumpin’

    [Hook: Stalley]
    Fuck a nigga hatin’
    This money I be chasin’ (Chasin’)
    9-11 racin’ (race)
    I came from the basement (I came from it)
    Not a pot to piss in (not one)
    Now its V-12 engines (Vroom)
    Speedin’ out the trenches (yey)
    I’m squattin’ on you hoes (Squattin’)

    [Verse 2: Stalley]
    Fish scale we play with that
    Fuck 12 in my Raiders hat
    On the southeast where my raiders at
    B & E taking all your stacks
    My .357 I call it cap
    Jet black its pro-black
    Triangle where the nose at
    Squeeze once they all collapse
    I smoke, relax get my chill on
    Gotta smoke 12 before I feel stoned
    Copied so much that I feel cloned
    Streets ain’t safe but its still home
    Off the porch with the .45
    I’m the MJ of gats
    Trill niggas don’t fade away
    Ride the ‘rari like Chevrolet

    [Pre-Hook: Stalley]
    Keep it jumpin’
    Keep it jumpin’
    Keep it jumpin’
    Keep it jumpin’

    [Hook: Stalley]
    Fuck a nigga hatin’
    This money I be chasin’ (Chasin’)
    9-11 racin’ (race)
    I came from the basement (I came from it)
    Not a pot to piss in (not one)
    Now its V-12 engines (Vroom)
    Speedin’ out the trenches (yey)
    I’m squattin’ on you hoes (Squattin’)


  • Dawn – LA (feat. Trombone Shorty)

    [Hook]
    These LA streets are killin’ me
    These LA streets are killin’ me
    These LA streets are killin’ me
    These LA streets are killin’ me

    [Verse]
    Lemonade lakes in the plaza
    In the Chevy, going 90 down La Brea
    It’s wavy ’cause that shit don’t matter
    MJ on the radio, so we blast that, MJ on the radio
    Niggas always chasin’ answers
    We just wanna know, if we really matter, we just wanna know

    [Pre-Hook]
    We thought we was above it all
    ‘Cause we been friends since Wayne was a hot boy
    He said we should keep drivin’
    For the sake of survivin’, now we hot, boy

    [Pre-Hook]
    We thought we was above it all
    ‘Cause we been friends since Wayne was a hot boy
    He said we should keep drivin’
    For the sake of survivin’, now we hot, boy

    [Hook]
    These LA streets are killin’ me
    These LA streets are killin’ me
    These LA streets are killin’ me
    These LA streets are killin’ me

    [Pre-Hook]
    We thought we was above it all
    ‘Cause we been friends since Wayne was a hot boy
    He said we should keep drivin’
    For the sake of survivin’, now we hot, boy

    [Hook]
    These LA streets are killin’ me
    These LA streets are killin’ me
    These LA streets are killin’ me
    These LA streets are killin’ me

    [Hook]
    These LA streets are killin’ me
    These LA streets are killin’ me
    These LA streets are killin’ me
    These LA streets are killin’ me

    [Instrumental Outro: Trombone Shorty]


  • Nicki Minaj – Changed It (feat. Lil Wayne)

    [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
    I did it for everybody out here on their own
    I did it for the ones who walk a mile in them cages
    And never tell me no
    Come get me when I fall, and tell me when I’m wrong
    But you should know I bought ’em
    I changed it, I changed it
    They say that shit the same, it ain’t the same, though
    I changed it, I changed it

    [Chorus: Lil Wayne]
    Oh my god, I changed it
    Oh my god, they on the same shit
    Oh my god, I changed it
    Oh my god, they still on the same shit
    You can’t say nothin’, you can’t say nothin’
    You end up everywhere you say you wasn’t
    Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that’s your cousin?
    I don’t do handshakes, that shit disgusts me

    [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
    The big 3 on the court, bitch hit them bleachers
    I don’t wanna have to break bad like it screeches
    A bitch out in Atlanta eating them peaches
    A bitch got more bars than where Big Meech is
    No, you can’t bone it, nigga, ain’t no Lisa here
    She gon’ dread dissin’ Nicki like Lisa hair
    I buy, lil nigga, ain’t no leaser here
    The bitch gambled her career, now it’s gon’ be severe
    I ain’t just be watchin’ bitches pitfalls
    Stop doin’ pills, but bitch don’t withdrawals
    I am in my mission rockin’ pink drawers
    I leveled up, bitch, I switch flows
    MJ to the teens, I am Billie Jean and them bitches my sons
    I’m doin’ it for fun, I am the first number, tell them bitches I won
    This hoe gettin’ slick, so I put on gym shoes and extended my run
    MJ, game 6, Jackson, Tyson

    [Pre-Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
    Quiet dog, my phone changed up
    I’m icin’ all my Barbie chains up
    And when I come, get your change cup
    These bum bitches never change up

    [Chorus: Lil Wayne]
    Oh my god, I changed
    Oh my god, they on the same
    Oh my god, I changed
    Oh my god, they still on the same
    You can’t say nothin’, you can’t say nothin’
    You end up everywhere you say you wasn’t
    Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that’s your cousin?
    I don’t do handshakes, that shit disgusts me

    [Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
    No more CMB shit, I changed it
    Young Money shit, Mula Gang shit
    Different hoes doing the same shit
    Poppin’ pills, we don’t know where the pain went
    Lit like high beams, sippin’ on my lean
    Rippin’ off my wings, knife out my spleen
    Yeah, Carter time, I put bling on for the time
    She changed her ringtone to one of mine, I changed 23s to 45s
    Lil Tune like autotune, I get in her throat and she harmonize
    She get the D and ooh la la la, and when she leave, I kumbaya
    I whip it up with the left hand, I don’t fuck with the yes man
    I get younger by the second, I don’t rust like Def Jam
    It’s a must I expand, and flex on my ex-team
    Have sex on my jet ski, text my chef, told ’em "Let’s beef"
    Changing girls, change is fine
    She don’t like girls, change her mind
    Change the world, change my line
    Never ever change my slimes
    Changing looks, changing lies, changing skies, changing lanes
    Me, Minaj, and Champagne changed the game
    And y’all chump change
    I’m just sayin’

    [Pre-Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
    Quiet dog, my phone changed up
    I’m icin’ all my Barbie chains up
    And when I come, get your change cut
    These bum bitches never change up

    [Chorus: Lil Wayne]
    Oh my god, I changed
    Oh my god, they still on the same
    Oh my god, I changed
    Oh my god, they still on the same
    You can’t say nothin’, you can’t say nothin’
    You end up everywhere you say you wasn’t
    Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that’s your cousin?
    I don’t do handshakes, that shit disgusts me
    Oh my god, I changed
    Oh my god, they on the same
    Oh my god, I changed
    Oh my god, they still on the same
    You can’t say nothin’, you can’t say nothin’
    You end up everywhere you say you wasn’t
    Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that’s your cousin?
    I don’t do handshakes, that shit disgusts me

    [Outro: Lil Wayne]
    Mula, Mula Gang
    Mula, Mula Gang
    Mula Gang, Gang, Gang
    That your boyfriend? That shit disgusts me


  • Nicki Minaj – Changed It lyrics

    [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
    I did it for everybody out here on their own
    I did it for the ones who walk a mile in them cages
    And never tell me no
    Come get me when I fall, and tell me when I’m wrong
    But you should know I bought ’em
    I changed it, I changed it
    They say that shit the same, it ain’t the same, though
    I changed it, I changed it

    [Chorus: Lil Wayne]
    Oh my god, I changed it
    Oh my god, they on the same shit
    Oh my god, I changed it
    Oh my god, they still on the same shit
    You can’t say nothin’, you can’t say nothin’
    You end up everywhere you say you wasn’t
    Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that’s your cousin?
    I don’t do handshakes, that shit disgusts me

    [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
    The big 3 on the court, bitch hit them bleachers
    I don’t wanna have to break bad like it screeches
    A bitch out in Atlanta eating them peaches
    A bitch got more bars than where Big Meech is
    No, you can’t bone it, nigga, ain’t no Lisa here
    She gon’ dread this and Nicki like Lisa hair
    I buy, lil nigga, ain’t no leaser here
    The bitch gambled her career, now it’s gon’ be severe
    I ain’t just be watchin’ bitches pitfalls
    Stop doin’ pills, but bitch don’t withdrawals
    I am in my mission rockin’ pink drawers
    I leveled up, bitch, I switch flows
    MJ to the teens, I am Billie Jean and them bitches my sons
    I’m doin’ it for fun, I am the first number, tell them bitches I won
    This hoe gettin’ slick, so I put on gym shoes and extended my run
    MJ, game 6, Jackson, Tyson

    [Pre-Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
    Quiet dog, my phone changed up
    I’m icin’ all my Barbie chains up
    And when I come, get your change cup
    These bum bitches never change up

    [Chorus: Lil Wayne]
    Oh my god, I changed
    Oh my god, they on the same
    Oh my god, I changed
    Oh my god, they still on the same
    You can’t say nothin’, you can’t say nothin’
    You end up everywhere you say you wasn’t
    Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that’s your cousin?
    I don’t do handshakes, that shit disgusts me

    [Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
    No more seein’ visions, I changed it
    Young Money shit, Mula Gang shit
    Different hoes doing the same shit
    Poppin’ pills, we don’t know where the pain went
    Lit like high beams, sippin’ on my lean
    Rippin’ off my wings, knife out my spleen
    Yeah, Carter time, I put bling on for the time
    She changed her ringtone to one of mine, I changed 23s to 45s
    Lil Tune like autotune, I get in her throat and she harmonize
    She get the D and ooh la la la, and when she leave, I kumbaya
    I whip it up with the left hand, I don’t fuck with the yes man
    I get younger by the second, I don’t rust like Def Jam
    It’s a must I expand, and flex on my ex-team
    Have sex on my jet ski, text my chef, told ’em “Let’s beef”
    Changing girls, change is fine
    She don’t like girls, change her mind
    Change the world, change my line
    Never ever change my slimes
    Changing looks, changing lies, changing skies, changing lanes
    Me, Minaj, and Champagne changed the game
    And y’all chump change
    I’m just sayin’

    [Pre-Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
    Quiet dog, my phone changed up
    I’m icin’ all my Barbie chains up
    And when I come, get your change cut
    These bum bitches never change up

    [Chorus: Lil Wayne]
    Oh my god, I changed
    Oh my god, they still on the same
    Oh my god, I changed
    Oh my god, they still on the same
    You can’t say nothin’, you can’t say nothin’
    You end up everywhere you say you wasn’t
    Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that’s your cousin?
    I don’t do handshakes, that shit disgusts me
    Oh my god, I changed
    Oh my god, they on the same
    Oh my god, I changed
    Oh my god, they still on the same
    You can’t say nothin’, you can’t say nothin’
    You end up everywhere you say you wasn’t
    Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that’s your cousin?
    I don’t do handshakes, that shit disgusts me

    [Outro: Lil Wayne]
    Mula, Mula Gang
    Mula, Mula Gang
    Mula Gang, Gang, Gang
    That your boyfriend? That shit disgusts me


  • Jeremih – Planez (feat. J. Cole)

    [Intro]
    This one goes out to all sides world wide
    Let that playa ass nigga Thumpy be your guide
    As we go on a ride where playa hatin’ killers and hood niggas thrive
    And lame mah’fuckers can barely survive

    [Verse 1: Jeremih]
    Catch me rollin’ through the city, ridin’ with the top off
    Man, my whip so big when you in it, fuck around and get lost
    Told my bitch to let her hair down, what this shit cost?
    Tell me, baby, if you ’bout that life right now, I hope it ain’t talk, no

    [Bridge: Jeremih]
    I can put you in the Mile High Club, what’s up? Let’s take a trip
    Have you ever read "The World Is Yours" on a blimp?

    [Pre-Hook: Jeremih]
    Tell her be free, baby spread your wings
    Got your legs in the sky like a plane, let me guide that, I’m the pilot
    Can’t nobody see you, 30 thousand feet
    On your knees in them Prada’s, makin’ freaky shit come up out her

    [Hook: Jeremih]
    Get high baby roll one, cloud nine ’bout to go up
    Lovin’ the feelin’ the turbulence get when we turn up
    When we land we can roll out
    Show you somethin’ you ain’t know about
    Tonight we be takin’ off flight with a camera to show out

    [Verse 2: Jeremih]
    I got you in the air, your body in the air, how it feel up here?
    You can scream as loud as you want, loud as you can
    And ain’t nobody gonna hear
    Would you like it better if I hit the west coast?
    Tell me, if you ’bout that life right now, I hope it ain’t talk

    [Bridge: Jeremih]
    I can put you in the Mile High Club, what’s up? Let’s take a trip
    Have you ever read "The World Is Yours" on a blimp?

    [Pre-Hook: Jeremih]
    Tell her be free, baby spread your wings
    Got your legs in the sky like a plane, let me guide that, I’m the pilot
    Can’t nobody see you, 30 thousand feet
    On your knees in them Prada’s, makin’ freaky shit come up out her

    [Hook: Jeremih]
    Get high baby, roll one, cloud nine ’bout to go up
    Lovin’ the feelin’ the turbulence get when we turn up
    When we land we can roll out
    Show you somethin’ you ain’t know about
    Tonight we be takin’ off flight with a camera to show out

    [Verse 3: J. Cole]
    Cole World, I got it, I got it, I got it, listen
    You need a nigga that’s gon’ come over and dig you out
    You need a nigga that you know is not gon’ run his mouth
    You need a nigga when he done probably gon’ put you out
    You need a nigga that’s gon’ put it in your mouth
    Dick so big it’s like a foot is in yo’ mouth
    And y’ain’t babysitting, but my kids all on yo’ couch
    And oh, you nasty, oh, oh, you nasty
    Both graduated so fuck keepin’ it classy
    Look, they love me in the Chi like MJ
    They love me in the Chi like Oprah
    No nigga could block, not even Dikembe
    Compared to Cole, boy, you’re softer than a sofa
    And so far my new shit’s so fire, nigga, check my profile
    Who you know make waves in the low tide?
    Deebo’ed yo’ bitch, now she both ours
    Nigga, little brown liquor in my liver, pretty brown thing in my bed
    Been a long time since I had to ask for head, so god damn don’t make me beg
    But I will if I need to cuh for real, girl, I need you
    I could put you on a flight, we could take off tonight
    If you scared of heights, shit I got a pill I could feed you, Cole

    [Bridge: Jeremih]
    I can put you in the Mile High Club, what’s up? Let’s take a trip
    Have you ever read "The World Is Yours" on a blimp?


  • Kanye West – All Of The Lights (feat. Rihanna & Drake)

    [Intro]
    All of the lights
    all of the lights
    all of the lights
    all of the lights

    [Drake]
    Alright it’s on
    I grew up thinking I was wrong
    and always said that if they let me in the b-tch
    I’d do some damage
    I might be out of mind
    but if I am it’s just in time
    because I got the extra nation so you f-cking understand it man
    I’m already show you n-gga what I

    [Kanye West]
    Something wrong
    I hold my head
    MJ gone, that n-gga dead
    I slapped my girl, she called the feds
    I did that time and spent that bread
    I’m heading home, I’m almost there
    I’m on my way, heading up the stairs
    to my surprise, a n-gga replacing me
    I had to take em to that ghetto university

    [Chorus]
    all of the lights
    lights, flash lights, spot lights
    strobe lights, street lights
    all of the lights
    all of the lights
    flash lights, strobe lights
    thug lights, rock lights
    stripper lights
    (all of the lights)

    [Kanye West]
    Restraining order
    can’t see my daughter
    her mother, brother, grandmother hate me in that order
    public visitation
    we met at Borders
    told her she take me back
    I’ll be more supportive
    I made mistakes
    I bump my head
    courts suck me dry
    I spent that bread
    she need a daddy
    baby please, can’t let her grow up in that ghetto university

    [Chorus]
    all of the lights
    lights, flash lights, spot lights
    strobe lights, street lights
    all of the lights
    all of the lights
    flash lights, strobe lights
    thug lights, rock lights
    stripper lights
    (all of the lights)


  • Ab-Soul – Beat the Case /// Straight Crooked Lyrics

    [Part 1: Beat the Case]

    [Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
    Doeburger!
    Head swingin’ like Rambo, he be spittin’ like he pullin’ triggers
    Make a enemigo an example
    (And I bet I beat the case)
    Lot of guys with the gavels, look em’ right up in they face
    While a nigga under oath, plead the fifth, then ask if I can smoke
    Burnin’ dirty money but I keep a little something for the clean escape
    And the rainy day after
    Don’t forget a nigga live where the heat wave at ya
    And ya safe ain’t safe
    And heat don’t wave back but life is cold that way
    Ay man

    [Hook: Ab-Soul]
    All I do is beat the case
    All I do is beat the case
    All I do is beat it, beat it, beat it
    Like a runaway slave
    Get your king popped, MJ, I’m dangerous, keep away
    The doctors say what an odd autopsy
    All I do is beat the case
    All I do is beat the case
    All I do is beat the case
    All I do is beat the case
    All I do is beat the case
    All I do is beat the case
    I ain’t never go to jail
    I ain’t never gon’ tell
    All I do is beat the case

    [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
    Got my cHopper went to (?), bullets flying out tHe case
    Only witnesses are gay, notHing sneaking on tHe tape
    All I do is get tHe– uH, yeah
    SHoot you grabbin’ in tHe bag
    SHit you makin’ it ain’t Half, of wHat I made up in tHe past
    Groovy Tony with tHe moves, uH
    My bank account done ate a moose, uH
    WHy the car ain’t got a roof, uH
    Crib still ain’t got a boost, uH
    Black Hippy witH tHe caps lock, wHen my album came..
    Best album out in HipHop and I’m still Heatin’ up tHe crockpot
    Platinum plaques tHat I ain’t Hung yet
    You got opinions no acHievements
    Type of niggas make me laugH, uH
    Hit tHe gas and turn to flasH, uH
    Palms itcHing like a rash, uH
    My trigger finger be tHe stasH, uH
    BitcH I’m blankin’ out tHe face, uH
    (All I do is beat the case)

    [Hook: Ab-Soul]
    All I do is beat the case
    All I do is beat the case
    All I do is beat it, beat it, beat it
    Like a runaway slave
    Get your king popped, MJ, I’m dangerous, keep away
    The doctors say what an odd autopsy
    All I do is beat the case
    All I do is beat the case
    All I do is beat the case
    All I do is beat the case
    All I do is beat the case
    All I do is beat the case
    I ain’t never go to jail
    I ain’t never gon’ tell
    All I do is beat the case

    [Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
    Let me set the record straight
    You got 10 commandments, 33 amendments over 20,000 laws
    Raise your hand if you think you’ll beat the case
    Motherfuck a Bill of Rights
    I need a bill of Miller’s ?
    Phenergan up in my sprite
    I ain’t sippin’ Miller Lite
    I like to say my lighter white
    Lit the spliff and went to space
    Then I’m playin’ with the white
    What an interracial day
    I made her write a different light
    Got gerped up by the jakes
    Had the work tucked, guns in the truck
    Licenses suspended, but remember–

    [Hook: Ab-Soul](x2)
    All I do is beat the case
    All I do is beat the case
    All I do is beat it, beat it, beat it
    Like a runaway slave
    Get your king popped, MJ, I’m dangerous, keep away
    The doctors say what an odd autopsy
    All I do is beat the case
    All I do is beat the case
    All I do is beat the case
    All I do is beat the case
    All I do is beat the case
    All I do is beat the case
    I ain’t never go to jail
    I ain’t never gon’ tell
    All I do is beat the case

    [Part 2: Straight Crooked]

    [Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
    Ruffled up a couple feathers when I called Barack a puppet show
    Now that Trump is POTUS I know this election is just another Muppet Show
    That ain’t even none of my business though
    Whatever’s your cup of tea
    Even lil’ Niemah voted for Hillary
    I’m a entity, never mind my identity
    My king Slim hit me with a quote that sticked with me
    A criminal’s best asset is his liability
    (That was crazy, lie-ability)
    Do What Thou Wilt nigga (Soul!)
    Cause these niggas a have you swim across a ocean just to drown you in a lake
    I had to be a little crooked just to make sure I was straight
    Word, word yea
    Make sure I was straight
    I had to be a little crooked just to make sure I was straight
    Don’t (?)
    The righteous will remain righteous and the filthy will remain filthy
    In a sense, we all guilty


  • B.o.B – Uncomfortable (Elements Album)

    [Hook]
    My creator
    My creator, my creator, my… creator
    Yah!
    My creator, my creator
    My creator, my creator, my…creator
    Yah!

    [Verse 1]
    My creator said I’mma forever love ya
    Through the good and the bad and the ugly
    My creator dun’t never hold grudges
    My creator only one could ever judge me
    My creator of conscious was here first
    If I’m not conscious the universe was birth
    My favorite plant in the dirt
    But how that make something illegal that grow up out the earth?

    [Hook]
    My creator, my creator
    Did you ever get the prayers?
    A few of us just had a couple questions for ya
    A few of us just wanna ask you for a favor

    [Verse 2]
    My creator you gon’ sit around and watch?
    My creator you can make all of this stop
    You ever notice for a second we in trouble?
    You probably think that we all just a bunch of fuck ups
    If you was human, what would be your skin color?
    Why you let them take MJ from us?
    Why you ain’t tell MLK take cover?
    My creator I’m really starting to wonder
    My creator

    [Hook]
    My creator, my creator, my creator, my… creator
    My creator, my, my creator
    My creator, my creator, my… creator
    Yah!

    [Verse 3]
    Oh shit, this like the part in The Matrix when he take the red pill and he wake up and go ape shit
    They told us we evolved on some ape shit
    But I guarantee ya Charles Darwin was a Mason, damn
    They like you humans so peculiar
    You just appeared after a big bang of gas and started fumin’ together to make life
    Don’t need to think twice
    There’s nothin’ bout you special. You basically sand mites
    On this tiny fuckin’ speck of dirt called Earth
    The only sign of life in the entire Universe
    Oh and every star’s a billion, trillion miles away
    So how the fuck we got a picture of the Milky Way?
    Bam

    [Outro]
    My fellow Americans, we have just discovered a new planet
    Uhh.. Although we spent dozens and dozens of years researching and billions and billions of tax payers money researching space and exploring space science, we just saw this planet. We overlooked it. It was hiding behind a blackhole or something, I don’t know. But.. but, uhh.. here, he- here are the images
    Where are the images? You got the images?

    So, here, here are the images clearly as you can see
    It’s about 8 light years away. Uh.. how do we have pictures?
    Uh.. We have, we have super fast, we have million mile internet. Faster than anything Earth has seen, but we just use it for to explore space
    Uh.. but I tell ya, yanno you can look at these pictures yourself
    We got all the planets. Uh.. but theres nothing out there
    I mean, HA! I tell ya, there’s nothing out there
    Yanno we’re gonna keep spending money and keep looking
    We’re gonna keep sending cameras into space
    We’re gonna keep sending fucking astronauts into space
    We’re going to keep going out there and keep sending back CGI
    Pictures – I mean, cough cough…
    We’re gonna keep sending back pictures
    Just to let you guys know you’re alone
    You’re alone
    And you’re insignificant creatures
    Signing off


  • AJ Tracey & MJ Cole – The Rumble letras

    [Verse 1: AJ Tracey]
    We’ve got the city locked down
    Everybody wants to copy our sound
    Left of the map, left of the compass
    Got the vibes on the roads that’ll lick a man down
    Young bruddas got the energy locked
    Got the remedy stocked and the melody’s strong
    Good vibes, gotta keep the enemies gone
    Any bad vibes, man will get their enemies boxed
    L-O-N, fam, the city’s on top
    We could bring it to your city on top
    Tryna aim a lyric here? Long shot
    You ain’t part of the gang, you’re lost
    You ain’t been team, fam or squaddy
    Netflix, catch some joke but no Corrie
    Girls send me snaps of kitty like Yo Gotti
    "AJ, what’s your next move?" Man, don’t worry

    [Hook: AJ Tracey]
    London, it’s the jungle
    It’s the rumble but we function
    It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
    It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon
    London, it’s the jungle
    It’s the rumble but we function
    It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
    It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon

    [Post-Hook: AJ Tracey]
    It’s the rumble
    It’s the rumble

    [Verse 2: AJ Tracey]
    We’ve got the city on smash
    Make tunes, we make moves and make cash
    Real dudes, we don’t move with fake crabs
    Get yats who put gash in our cabs
    Model tings and their friends at our gaff
    Your sound, it’s all forced, you’re all wack
    Your bars, they can’t stand on my track
    Got road bars, potent bars for my cats
    L-O-N, fam, the city’s too real
    We could bring it to your city, we’re ill
    Tryna make it for my bruddas, that’s trill
    Get nicked? I’m a mute, I don’t squeal
    My flow’s bananas, you can’t peel
    I turn up just like the limitless pill
    AJ and MJ, we’re like steel
    I’m a new school brudda with an old school feel

    [Hook: AJ Tracey]
    London, it’s the jungle
    It’s the rumble but we function
    It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
    It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon
    London, it’s the jungle
    It’s the rumble but we function
    It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
    It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon

    [Post-Hook: AJ Tracey]
    It’s the rumble
    It’s the rumble

    [Verse 3: AJ Tracey]
    We’ve got the city, it’s ours
    Young bruddas in some really fast cars
    Pretty women in their knickers and bras
    Dark parties full of liquors and bars
    Don’t copy, be yourself, it’s calm
    Youth’s out, better ring the alarm
    Positivity, not every day arms
    Running riot with a bottle in my palm
    Four wings, I paid for one less
    Now I’m grinning teeth all because the bossman’s blessed
    Reached 21, I passed that test
    Never wanted to enhance Mum’s stress
    Now I’m touring round the world, it’s vibes
    Tryna earn, I wanna bring my guys
    Couple yatties and a drink, we’re nice
    Love my city, love my Gs, love life

    [Hook: AJ Tracey]
    London, it’s the jungle
    It’s the rumble but we function
    It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
    It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon
    London, it’s the jungle
    It’s the rumble but we function
    It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
    It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon

    [Hook: AJ Tracey]
    London, it’s the jungle
    It’s the rumble but we function
    It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
    It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon
    London, it’s the jungle
    It’s the rumble but we function
    It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
    It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon

    [Outro: AJ Tracey]
    It’s the rumble
    AJ Tracey
    AJ from the Lane
    MJ Cole
    And we’re inside, what you saying?


  • Pusha T – H.G.T.V. letras

    Half a year later, still ain’t heard an album greater
    The natives want me out of the office, back on the pavement
    Jokers at the top know the king is nothin’ to play with
    9 to 5 money is just as sweet as the grave shift
    El presidenté, Blowbama, blow by ya
    Chopper next to me in every picture, Osama
    Oh mama, they question my starting line up
    You only find a diamond from diggin’ like coal miners
    Don’t listen to ’em, Desiigner
    The same rappers talkin’ next year will be Uber drivers (Fuck ’em)
    Chanel dad hats, but you don’t know that they got ’em
    Trap door shopper, they rotate the wall
    So you will never see me as you rotate the mall
    330 spin, cook a steak up on this grill
    Me myself and I, we like a hamster in the wheel
    Rolls emblem, Black Virginian
    Pull in a neighborhood I don’t blend in
    Album of the year contender every year
    The kitchen’s full of work, it’s blenders everywhere
    Blended bitches everywhere that do the most
    They never seen with him so they fuck his ghost
    Invisible man, timepiece with the invisible hands
    MJ, remember the time they counted in sand hourglass
    But mine come with purse and heels
    And the DIY Gucci with the crest and shields
    It’s too far gone when the realest ain’t real
    I walk amongst the clouds so your ceilings ain’t real
    These niggas Call of Duty cause their killings ain’t real
    With a questionable pen so the feelin’ ain’t real
    Rap’s John Grisham
    I can paint the picture with the words if you listen (shh)
    The bar’s been lowered, the well’s run dry
    They beefin’ over melodies, but no, not I (yugh)
    See I’m so top 5
    If they factor in the truth I just might blow by
    Blowbama


  • Kid Ink – Die In It letras

    [Verse 1]
    I came in with my level up
    Watch them bitches kept that 4 page level up
    Feeling like MJ with the glitter glove
    Pimp slap a nigga wit a misses in the buff
    Same city, I’m an LA citizen
    With the bad bitches and that sticky-icky cinnabon
    All I’m rollin’, they follow Mozes
    You got the wave, I split the ocean
    Smell the roses, pop the rosé with my potion
    Baby chill, take a pill here’s a dosage
    She just want a picture for the poster
    And I’m posing like I’m praying at the photo doesn’t focus
    Yeah, yeah, Dita frames, kill the glass
    Say you shine, I don’t see it
    Keep tryin’, no design like me though
    Know that I’m the coolest nigga since Sub-Zero
    I just need a..

    [Hook]
    Pool full of money, I’ma dive in it
    I’m just tryna eat, no diet in it
    Get her wet, then I dive in it
    Pussy so good, I would die in it

    [Verse 2]
    All black widow maker
    And a trunk in the back like a Winnebago
    Wake up in the mornin’ and I lie in it
    Turn around and I hit it like a lineman
    Do the Heisman, all up in your hymen
    Sippin’ on Tequilla sun rise with the lime in
    I’m gettin’ high, but it’s lowerin’ my eye lids
    Still see you niggas, I don’t know just what the hype is
    Say you run the game, look more like a stroller, troller
    What you gon’ do, what you doin’
    Me and my dogs through the door like some Doberman
    Stay inside your lane like bowling, you bogus
    I need my way, young Carlito
    This feelin’ Al Pacino in Moschino
    And the marina my Emmy: Iggy Marino
    Look how we pass the reefer
    I just need a…

    [Hook]
    Pool full of money, I’ma dive in it
    I’m just tryna eat, no diet in it
    Get her wet, then I dive in it
    Pussy so good, I would die in it

    [Outro]
    Okay, yeah, it’s Kid Ink
    Aw yeah, aw yeah
    Aw yeah, aw yeah
    Aw yeah, aw yeah
    I see them lookin’ through my side eye
    They just sittin’ on the sideline
    I stand up and throw my sign at them
    Alumni I’ma die with them