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  • Chiefs’ Tyreek Hill accepts Usain Bolt’s challenge, willing to lose Super Bowl ring to race the Olympic Gold medalist

    The Kansas City Chiefs’ Tyreek Hill has finally accepted Usain Bolt’s challenge to wager his Super Bowl ring to race him in 100m. […]

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  • Andy Milonakis – The Superbowl Is Gay Lyrics

    The Super Bowl is gay
    The super Bowl is gay
    The super Bowl is gay
    The Super Bowl, Super Bowl
    Super Bowl is gay

    The Raiders are gay
    The Raiders are so fucking gay
    Raiders are so fucking gay
    The Raiders are gay

    The Bucs are gay
    The Bucs are also fucking gay
    The Bucs are also fucking gay
    The Bucs are also fucking gay
    The Bucs are gay

    Raiders, gay
    The Bucs, gay
    Super Bowl, gay
    Everything else, gay
    Water, gay
    Cologne is gay
    DVD Players are gay
    DVDs are gay
    Stray cats are gay
    The sky is gay
    It’s also sometimes grey
    But it’s mostly gay
    Cottage cheese is gay
    Yogurt, gay
    Shirts, gay
    Vacuum cleaners, gay
    Electronic devices, name all of them, are gay
    Why are they so gay
    Why is everything gay
    KFC is gay
    McDonalds is gay
    McDonalds is gay
    You must not misunderstand me when I say McDonalds is gay because it is so gay

    Orange juice is gay
    Orange juice gay
    Orange Juice raped my father
    So that makes him gay
    So that you know Orange Juice is a male

    Gay, gay, gay, gay, gay
    I don’t want to play with you cause you’re gay
    I don’t want to play with you cause you’re gay
    Why don’t you go eat hay, you stupid gay
    Why don’t you go eat KFC which I already told you is gay
    That’ll make a nice gay couple
    Because you’re eating KFC and you are so gay
    Just like the chicken that you’re eating
    Put on some calgone you faggot cause your gay
    So is the calgone cause everything I know is gay that I know
    Dollar Bills, gay
    Coins, gay
    Monitors are gay
    Monitors are gay
    Scanners are gay
    Zip drives, gay
    CD Burners, gay
    CD burners are gay
    They burn music from [?] cause they’re gay

    Ay ay ay ay ay
    I am not gay
    I am not gay
    I am not gay
    I like girlies
    I like girlies
    But I like penis so I guess I’m gay
    I guess I’m gay
    I guess I’m gay, gay, gay, gay, gay, ga
    We’re all gay


  • Lil Baby – Spazz lyrics

    [Intro]
    Yeah, Southside
    I go nuts on Southside Beats
    Baby, okay

    [Verse]
    Super Bowl ring, we ballin’ hard, we won the championship
    Everybody got somethin’ to say when I ain’t even ask ’em shit
    Bunny rabbit broke, take a brick and do a magic trick
    A hundred racks a show, get on the stage and do a backwards flip (yeah)
    I’m in L.A. with some real Crips
    I want Stella McCartney, this real drip
    Cartier on my face with a real tear
    Put the knife on the K, it’s the real deal
    Make ’em get out this bitch like a fire drill
    If I won’t hit a bitch then the guys will
    I’ve been on it, today I took five pills
    I’ma run up them M’s ’cause it’s God’s will
    How you gon’ check me?
    She like my gangsta, she wanna arrest me
    She wanna sex me (yeah)
    I got the blocka, she know not to test me
    Comin’ at you niggas 3D
    They gon’ put this shit on repeat
    Everything I say, they repeat
    Any nigga try to sneak diss
    I ain’t gon’ say nothin’ back, yeah
    I’ma keep gettin’ these racks, yeah
    When you speak ’bout me, speak facts, yeah
    Got an FN on the kickback, yeah
    Big nose, hood on the demon
    Big to the streets, I’m a deacon
    They wouldn’t even peep what I was preachin’
    They just wanna see me with the leaches
    Big ballers, I ain’t in the bleachers
    Courtside, high five the ref
    Codeine got me talkin’ to myself
    Blowin’ up, I’m blowin’ out my belt
    [?] top 5, nah, for real
    Only 25 before the deal
    Every time we slide, a nigga kill
    I just hope to God that they appeal

    [Outro]
    G5 sittin’ in the cell
    He ’bout to come (came home)
    I got this money on me right now
    I don’t even answer my phone (put ’em on)
    I had these bitches in state to state
    They tryna give me some play (leave me alone)
    They know that I ain’t got time to waste
    I’m tryna get in their face (I’m goin’ home)
    I might just give you a couple of dollars
    And make sure you good on a model (good)
    They know they’ll probably gon’ see me again
    Unless I’m in the Benz
    I put the Forgiatos on the car
    [?] on the truck
    I got the money, I’m runnin’ it up
    And I’ve been puttin’ it up (them M’s)


  • Rick Ross – Apple Of My Eye (feat. Raphael Saadiq) (Rather You Than Me Album)

    [Intro: Rick Ross]
    (Hahahah!)
    Just being somebody that the neighborhood respected
    And my mama could be proud of, was the apple of my eye
    That’s all I ever wanted, just being something, man
    So at that point what else can you ask for?
    (Maybach Music)

    [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
    Tears runnin’ down a nigga face
    In a room full of failures, I feel out of place
    Still sleepin’ on the floor when you deserve better
    Got you reekin’ through the cold even in warm weather
    I told Meek, "I wouldn’t trust Nicki
    Instead of beefin’ with your dog, you just give ’em some distance"
    We all make mistakes, let’s not be too specific
    We like, "I rather be a killer than be a statistic"
    I never fold, no, I never ran
    On my soul, I’ll roll like an avalanche
    I thank the Lord I got some great friends
    That’s why every bottle I open, I say, "Amen"
    Just had seizure at the Super Bowl
    Woke up in the third quarter lookin’ for the smoke
    If it’s more than a quarter million, I’ll count it twice
    Pucci broke my heart, shit, I call it life
    And never will I call it right
    Not perfect but I’m the one you would call at night
    Travelin’ the world, I’m just reppin’ my city
    But rarely do I hear that this nigga done did it
    When niggas in fatigues will keep you intrigued
    ‘Cause the loss of life’s the only thing niggas believe
    So I pray you listen carefully
    Then I become another motherfuckin’ casualty

    [Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
    Always speak and say hi
    You just never ever walk on by (never ever walk on by)
    You even stopped and put one in the sky (the sky)
    You do it for the love of you and I (for the love of you and)

    [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
    Standin’ on your block but you so out of place
    Uncle on the couch, momma runnin’ out of space
    Lights off so you never tend to speak much
    Go your separate ways every time the lease up
    A fat ugly nigga, thought I’d never be nothin’
    Another tree stump, happy with his free lunch
    Duckin’ pigeons, I’m an eagle on a sunny day
    Flap my wings once a week, pray I glide safe
    I want fried chicken at my funeral
    Rolls Royces, dope boys, Sway interviews
    Everybody dyin’ for the same things
    Cop kill a nigga, don’t nobody gangbang
    I’m happy Donald Trump became the president
    Because we gotta destroy, before we elevate
    Real shit, look at me inside the white house
    With a pocket full of weed inside the white house
    Dead presidents tattooed on a nigga chest
    U.S. treasury addressing me, mad at my address
    Own the biggest residential pool in the U.S
    Drake and Kanye can invite every bitch they ever met
    Finger fuckin’ bitches in the holy water
    Then I go an tell what happened to my only daughter
    So her daddy told it to her firsthand
    Never perfect but it’s not just ’bout them purses

    [Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
    Always speak and say hi
    I just never ever walk on by (never ever walk on by)
    You even stopped and put one in the sky (the sky)
    You do it for the love of you and I (yeah)

    [Verse 3: Raphael Saadiq]
    The streets could never teach me
    All the things I got from you
    I found myself in the wrong lane
    And I ended up in pain (Pain)
    I was strolling down a dark street
    When this girl passed me by
    She said you’ve always been a good friend (always been a good friend)
    And you never never never let me down
    I’ll just fall back, never turn back
    Let it go, let it go
    I’ll just fall back, never turn back
    Let it go, let it go

    [Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
    Always speak and say hi
    I just never ever walk on by (never ever walk on by)
    You even stopped and put one in the sky (the sky)
    You do it for the love of you and I (for the love of you and I)


  • Hi-Rez – No Snakes (Missing Pieces Album)

    [Verse 1]
    Every day I ate the dollar menu, if it wasn’t on it, couldn’t order that
    Fast forward couple years later, McDonald’s paid me like forty racks
    Drugs, money, woman, closet, clothes, always knew that there was more than that
    I was biking to the studio ’cause I ain’t have a car like the quarterback
    They telling me I can’t rap homie ’cause I ain’t got no tats on me
    Like the Seahawks in the Super Bowl, labels should’ve never passed on me
    To all the girls who rejected me, know that they gonna regret today
    Years ago when I was dropping music, all I saw was ‘LOL’ and ‘SMH’
    Now they all up in my mentions bruh, asking me to come home now
    Helped out way too many snakes so it’s everybody on their own now
    Every year I cut my grass lower, no snakes, let me say it twice
    Everybody that’s not in my shoes always tryna give me lame advice
    Used to be up on the sidelines, now I went at three, I just lay it up
    Remember Pops working overtime, coming back home when I was waking up
    That’s the reason that I go hard, guess the apple don’t fall far
    Had to cut a couple people off ’cause they crossed the line like a false start

    [Hook]
    I’ve been doing things that I shouldn’t be
    Lot of snakes up in my grass, wish they wouldn’t be
    I’ve been going hard, running up a cheque
    Making people so upset
    Guess that’s just the way it be
    I’ve been putting on for the ones I love
    Putting all my trust in the one above
    You can’t tell me nothing that’ll kill my vibe
    Right now I feel so alive
    Got some liquor in my cup

    [Verse 2]
    I was on meth, staring at the ceiling
    No emotions, I ain’t have no feelings
    Stuck in this city all alone
    Ain’t no friends who hittin’ my phone
    Breaking off bread with the ones who loyal
    My whole fam rules they go royal
    Still the same kid who came out the mud
    But I turned that shit into soil
    I grew the vision, no pot to piss in
    Remember back then when nobody listened
    Never needed nobody else
    Did this shit with no fucking help
    I was stuck in some bad record deals
    Felt like I was living in a cell
    But to get to Heaven, gotta go through Hell
    Wish I had that money for my brother’ bail
    On the road, not picking up my phone, found out that my Grandpa passed
    In a couple bad relationships, thank God I got out of that
    For a little while, the dreams got blurry, felt like I had some cataracts
    Coming up, kids would laugh at me, safe to say I got the last of laughs
    Lot of friends turn to enemies, no snakes ’til I fucking die
    Doctor had me on depression meds, I was losing my fucking mind
    Got on my ass, finally grinding, now every day I wake up loving life
    Guess that I just had to go through the dark if I wanted to end up being in the light

    [Hook][x2]
    I’ve been doing things that I shouldn’t be
    Lot of snakes up in my grass, wish they wouldn’t be
    I’ve been going hard, running up a cheque
    Making people so upset
    Guess that’s just the way it be
    I’ve been putting on for the ones I love
    Putting all my trust in the one above
    You can’t tell me nothing that’ll kill my vibe
    Right now I feel so alive
    Got some liquor in my cup


  • Post Malone – Congratulations (feat. Quavo) (On The Late Night With Seth Meyers) (Live)

    [Intro]
    Mm-mmm
    Yeah, yeah
    Mm-mmm
    Yeah

    [Hook: Post Malone]
    My momma called, seen you on TV, son
    Said shit done changed ever since we was on
    I dreamed it all ever since I was young
    They said I wouldn’t be nothing
    Now they always say congratulations
    Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
    They ain’t never had the dedication
    People hatin’, say we changed and look, we made it
    Yeah, we made it

    [Verse 1: Post Malone]
    They was never friendly, yeah
    Now I’m jumping out the Bentley, yeah
    And I know I sound dramatic, yeah
    But I know I had to have it, yeah
    For the money, I’m a savage, yeah
    I be itching like a addict, yeah
    I’m surrounded, twenty bad bitches, yeah
    But they didn’t know me last year, yeah
    Everyone wanna act like they important
    (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    But all that mean nothing when I swang my door, yeah
    (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Everyone countin’ on me, drop the ball, yeah
    (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Everything custom like I’m at the boarder, yeah, yeah
    If you fuck with winning, put your lighters to the sky
    How could I make sense when I got millions on my mind?
    Coming with that bullshit, I just put it to the side
    Balling since a baby, they could see it in my eyes

    [Hook: Post Malone]
    My momma called, seen you on TV, son
    Said shit done changed ever since we was on
    I dreamed it all ever since I was young
    They said I wouldn’t be nothing
    Now they always say congratulations
    Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
    They ain’t never had the dedication
    People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
    Yeah, we made it

    [Verse 2: Quavo]
    I was patient, yeah, oh
    I was patient, aye, oh
    Now I can scream that we made it
    Now everyone, everywhere I go, they say ‘gratulations
    Young nigga, young nigga, graduation
    I pick up the rock and I ball, baby
    I’m looking for someone to call, baby
    But right now, I got a situation
    Never old Ben-Ben Franklins
    Big rings, champagne
    My life is like a ball game
    But instead, I’m in the trap though
    Pot so big, call it Super Bowl
    Super Bowl, call the hoes, get in the Rolls
    Top-floor lifestyle, Huncho and Post
    Malone, I got a play on my phone, aye
    You know what I’m on, aye
    Huncho Houdini is gone, aye

    [Hook: Post Malone]
    My momma called, seen you on TV, son
    Said shit done changed ever since we was on
    I dreamed it all ever since I was young
    They said I wouldn’t be nothing
    Now they always say congratulations
    Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
    They ain’t never had the dedication
    People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
    Yeah, we made it

    [Outro]
    (Hey, hey
    Hey, hey
    Hey, hey
    Hey, hey)


  • Post Malone, Quavo & Metro Boomin – Congratulations (On Late Night With Seth Meyers) (Live)

    [Intro]
    Mm-mmm
    Yeah, yeah
    Mm-mmm
    Yeah

    [Hook: Post Malone]
    My momma called, seen you on TV, son
    Said shit done changed ever since we was on
    I dreamed it all ever since I was young
    They said I wouldn’t be nothing
    Now they always say congratulations
    Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
    They ain’t never had the dedication
    People hatin’, say we changed and look, we made it
    Yeah, we made it

    [Verse 1: Post Malone]
    They was never friendly, yeah
    Now I’m jumping out the Bentley, yeah
    And I know I sound dramatic, yeah
    But I know I had to have it, yeah
    For the money, I’m a savage, yeah
    I be itching like a addict, yeah
    I’m surrounded, twenty bad bitches, yeah
    But they didn’t know me last year, yeah
    Everyone wanna act like they important
    (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    But all that mean nothing when I saw my dough, yeah
    (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Everyone countin’ on me, drop the ball, yeah
    (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Everything custom like I’m at the border, yeah, yeah
    If you fuck with winning, put your lighters to the sky
    How could I make sense when I got millions on my mind?
    Coming with that bullshit, I just put it to the side
    Balling since a baby, they could see it in my eyes

    [Hook: Post Malone]
    My momma called, seen you on TV, son
    Said shit done changed ever since we was on
    I dreamed it all ever since I was young
    They said I wouldn’t be nothing
    Now they always say congratulations
    Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
    They ain’t never had the dedication
    People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
    Yeah, we made it

    [Verse 2: Quavo]
    I was patient, yeah, oh
    I was patient, aye, oh
    Now I can scream that we made it
    Now everyone, everywhere I go, they say ‘gratulations
    Young nigga, young nigga, graduation
    I pick up the rock and I ball, baby
    I’m looking for someone to call, baby
    But right now, I got a situation
    Never old Ben-Ben Franklins
    Big rings, champagne
    My life is like a ball game
    But instead, I’m in the trap though
    Pot so big, call it Super Bowl
    Super Bowl, call the hoes, get in the Rolls
    Top-floor lifestyle, Huncho and Post
    Malone, I gotta play on my phone, aye
    You know what I’m on, aye
    Huncho Houdini is gone, aye

    [Hook: Post Malone]
    My momma called, seen you on TV, son
    Said shit done changed ever since we was on
    I dreamed it all ever since I was young
    They said I wouldn’t be nothing
    Now they always say congratulations
    Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
    They ain’t never had the dedication
    People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
    Yeah, we made it

    [Outro]
    (Hey, hey
    Hey, hey
    Hey, hey
    Hey, hey)


  • Drake – Sacrifices (feat. 2 Chainz & Youn (More Life Album)

    [Verse 1: Drake]
    Wrote this shit, January 21
    Baby girl, I had to run, I’ll be back a couple months
    Kendall turned 21, was up the street with 21
    They could see me online, but they won’t see me on the ones
    I got Dubai plates in the California state
    I got her waitin’ at my place, I got no baby on the way
    I’m talkin’ Baby like Stunna, I’m talkin’ Baby like Face
    Lost millions in the past, I’m talkin’ maybe like eight
    Couple niggas from the city
    Wishin’ on a star, could they be like Drake
    Sorry, no, not today, you gotta find your own way
    Big dog from the 6, I’m talkin’ Dogg like Nate
    My shit be raw out the gate, I don’t need another take
    40 got house on the lake, I ain’t know we had a lake
    She complainin’ how I’m late, I ain’t know it was a date
    Niggas see me in person, first thing they say is
    "I know you need a break"
    Hell naw, I feel great, ready now, why wait?
    Like a kiss from a rose
    I could be the one to seal your whole fate
    So be careful what you think, think about what you gon’ say
    Gotta deal with people straight, I got my 23’s laced
    It’s a marathon, not a sprint, but I still gotta win the race, yeah

    [Hook: Drake]
    And I’m convinced
    I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
    We seein’ so many blessings, shit don’t make no sense
    Someone watchin’ over us, so shout goes out to him
    Yeah, I’m convinced
    I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
    Yeah, I did some wrong, I had no choice in my defense
    Someone watchin’ over us, so shout goes out to—

    [Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
    2 Chainz, I’m a real one
    Few shows, that’s a mil run
    When she bust it down
    I said, "Thanks for givin’ to me," like a pilgrim
    Cold world’ll be chillin’
    Earmuffs on the children
    Used to trap out the Hilton
    Got wood on the Cartiers; that’s a face full of splinters
    Count a bankroll for dinner
    This the wrong place to enter
    Phone sex for breakfast, all kinda women text us
    Met her at the Super Bowl
    Told her I stayed down the street from Texas
    A-Town, I stay down, yeah, it’s all in the wrist
    This one here out the fence
    Trap jumpin’ like the Carter, we into jumpin’ like Vince
    Moved on from the election
    Introduced her to the plug
    Can’t believe they tried to take the connection
    Ooh, girl, you a blessin’, fine ass, be finessin’
    Yeah, I love my fans
    But I don’t wanna take pictures in the restroom
    Drench God with the 6 God, point guard and the two guard
    "Pretty Girls Like Trap Music"
    So I woke up with my wood hard

    [Hook: Drake]
    And I’m convinced
    I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
    We seein’ so many blessings, shit don’t make no sense
    Someone watchin’ over us, so shout goes out to him
    Yeah, I’m convinced
    I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
    Yeah, I did some wrong, I had no choice in my defense
    Someone watchin’ over us, so shout goes out to—

    [Verse 3: Young Thug]
    I was stealin’ from a bitch, back when I was 21
    My favorite gun was a SIG, 20 in the clip, head one
    Growin’ up, I was a runnin’ back
    You never made me ran once
    I got shot, sweat started runnin’
    That shit was red like Hunt (ketchup)
    I’m kickin’ pimpin’ like I punt
    But don’t you think shit’s sweet?
    I’m talkin’ sweet, thin meat
    I’m talkin’ suite like he sleep
    We ain’t doin’ too much talkin’
    I’m talmbout talkin’ like a speech
    Like the President, I kill and meet
    I’m talkin’ neat like freak
    I’m talkin’ neat like fleek
    I’m talkin’ neat like a geek (yeah)
    You come with beef, I eat the beat
    I’m talkin’ B’s, spellin’ B
    Double R, that’s a Rolls, paint it yellow like it’s dairy
    I’m talkin’ Rose like Derrick
    I’m talkin’ Rolls like a Bentley
    Like a new car, I got two keys
    Tryna score the bucket like a Chevy seat
    Then I heard they been pullin’ all week
    I’ma use her name, like, "Who is he?"
    You get it? I said I’ma use her name, like, "Who is he?"
    Got some gold on, leprechaun sheets
    Deep sleep short for deceased
    Big bezel on the Patty
    I’m talkin’ PADI—I meant Patek
    Don’t try to take it, I got guns
    I’m talkin’ guns, not pellets
    I watch the game from the floor (floor seats)
    I’m talkin’ wood, first mattress
    I’m talkin’ wood, pants down
    I’m talkin’ woods like them clowns (you get it?)
    I got my mink off a monkey
    I’m talkin’ monkey like Jumanji
    All your diamonds partly sunny
    I’m talkin’ sunny like D, Sunny
    My diamonds wet, it cost me money
    I’m talkin’ wet like it’s runnin’ (sink)
    I’m talkin’ wet like Katrina (New Orleans)
    I’m talkin’ wet like Dasani, huh

    [Hook: Drake]
    And I’m convinced
    I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
    We seein’ so many blessings, shit don’t make no sense
    Someone watchin’ over us, so shout goes out to him
    Yeah, I’m convinced
    I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
    Yeah, I did some wrong, I had no choice in my defense
    Someone watchin’ over us, so shout goes out to—


  • DRAKE – Sacrifices lyrics

    Wrote this shit, January 21
    Baby girl, I had to run, I be back a couple months
    Kendall turned 21, was up the street with 21
    They could see me online but they won’t see me on the ones
    I got Dubai plates in the California state
    I got her waitin’ at my place, I got no baby on the way
    I’m talkin’ Baby like Stunna, I’m talkin’ Baby like Face
    Lost millions in the past, I’m talkin’ maybe like 8
    Couple niggas run the city, wishin’ on a star could maybe like Drake
    Sorry no, not today, you gotta find your own way
    Big dog from the 6, I’m talkin’ Dogg like Nate
    My shit be roll out the gate, I don’t need another take
    40 got house on the lake, I ain’t know we had a lake
    She complainin’ how I’m late, I ain’t know it was a date
    Niggas see me in person, first thing they say is, “I know you need a break”
    Hell naw, I feel great, ready now, why wait?
    Like a kiss from a rose, I could be the one to seal your whole fate
    So be careful what you think, think about what you gon’ say
    Gotta deal with people straight, I got my 23s laced
    It’s a marathon, not a sprint, but I still gotta win the race, yeah

    And I’m convinced
    I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
    We seein’ so many blessin’s, this shit don’t make no sense
    Someone watchin’ over us, so shot goes out to him
    Yeah, I’m convinced
    I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
    Yeah, I did some wrong, I had no choice in my defense
    Someone watchin’ over us, so shot goes out to

    2 Chainz, I’m a real one
    Few shows, that’s a mil run
    When she bust it down, I said thanks for givin’ to me like a pilgrim
    Cold world, I be chillin’
    Elon Musk on the children
    Used to trap out the Hilton
    Got wood on the Cartiers, that’s a face full of splinters
    Count a bankroll for dinner
    This the wrong place to enter
    Throwin’ sigs, yeah, for breakfast
    All kinda women text us
    Met her at the Super Bowl, told her I stayed down the street from Texas
    A-Town, I stay down
    Yeah, it’s all in the Ritz
    This one here out the fence
    Trap jumpin’ like the Carter
    [?] jumpin’ like Vince
    Moved on from election
    Introduced her to the plug, can’t believe they tried to take the connection
    Ooh, girl, you a blessin’
    Fine ass, be finessin’
    Yeah, I love my fans but I don’t wanna take pictures in the restroom
    Dreads god with the 6 god
    Point guard and the 2 guard
    Pretty girls like trap music so I woke up with my wood hard

    And I’m convinced
    I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
    We seein’ so many blessin’s, this shit don’t make no sense
    Someone watchin’ over us, so shot goes out to him
    Yeah, I’m convinced
    I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
    Yeah, I did some wrong, I had no choice in my defense
    Someone watchin’ over us, so shot goes out to

    I was stealing from a bitch, back when I was 21
    My favorite gun was a sig, 20 in the clip, had 1
    Growin’ up, I was a runnin’ back, you never made me ran once
    I got shot, sweat startin’ runnin’, that shit was real like [?]
    I’m kickin’ pimpin’ like I punt, but don’t you think shit’s sweet
    I’m talkin’ sweet, them meek, I’m talkin’ sweet like he sleep
    We ain’t doin’ too much talkin’, I’m come out talkin’ like a speech
    Like the President, I kill a meet, I’m talkin’ meet like freak
    I’m talkin’ meek like fleek, I’m talkin’ meek like a geek
    You come with beef, I eat the beat
    I’m talkin’ beats, spellin’ B
    Double R, that’s a Rolls
    Paint it yellow like it’s there
    I’m talkin’ Rolls like Derek
    I’m talkin’ Rolls like a Bentley
    Like a new car, I got 2 keys
    Tryna score the bucket like a Chevy C
    Then I heard they been pullin’ all week
    I’ma use a name like who is he, you get it?
    I said I’ma use a name like who is he
    Got some gold on, that [?]
    Deep sleep for deceased
    Big bezel on the pati’, I’m talkin’ pati’, I mean panic
    Don’t try to take it, I got guns
    I’m talkin’ guns, not pellets
    I watch the game from the floor
    I’m talkin’ wood, first mattress
    I’m talkin’ wood, pants down
    I’m talkin’ woods like them clowns
    I got my mean off a monkey
    I’m talkin’ monkey like jumanji
    All your diamonds partly sunny
    I’m talkin’ sunny like the sunny
    My diamonds wet, it cost me money
    I’m talkin’ wet like it’s runnin’
    I’m talkin’ wet like Katrina (New Orleans)
    I’m talkin’ wet like the Sunday, huh

    And I’m convinced
    I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
    We seein’ so many blessin’s, this shit don’t make no sense
    Someone watchin’ over us, so shot goes out to him
    Yeah, I’m convinced
    I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
    Yeah, I did some wrong, I had no choice in my defense
    Someone watchin’ over us, so shot goes out to


  • RICK ROSS – Apple Of My Eye lyrics

    Just being somebody that the neighborhood respected
    And my mama could be proud of, was the apple of my eye
    That’s all I ever wanted, just to being something man
    At that point what else can you ask for?

    Tears running out of a nigga face
    In a room full of failures I feel out of place
    Still sleeping on the floor when you deserve better
    Got you reeking through the cold even in warm weather
    I told Meek I wouldn’t trust Nicki, instead of beefing with your dog you just give him some distance
    We all make mistakes, lets not be to specific
    You rather be a killer than be statistic
    An never fold no I never ran
    On my soul I’ll roll like an avalanche
    I thank the lord I got some great friends
    That’s why every bottle I open I say amen
    Just had seizure at the Super Bowl
    Woke up in the third quarter looking for the smoke
    If its more then a quarter million, Ill count it twice
    Poochie broke my heart shit I call it life
    An never will I call it rite
    Not perfect but I’m the one you would call at night
    Traveling the world, I’m just reppin’ my city
    But rarely do I hear that this nigga done did it
    When niggas in fatigues will keep you intrigued
    Cause the loss of lifes the only thing that niggas believe
    So I pray you listen carefully
    Then I become another muthafuckin’ casualty

    Always speak and say right
    I just never ever walk on by
    (never ever walk on by)
    You even stop and put one in the sky
    (the sky)
    You do it for the love of you and I
    (for the love of you and..)

    Standin’ on your block but you so out of place
    Uncle on the couch, momma running out of space
    Lights off so you never tend to speak much
    Go your separate ways every time the lease up
    A fat ugly nigga thought I’d never be nothing
    Another tree stump, happy with his free lunch
    Duckin’ pigeons, I’m an eagle on a sunny day
    Flap my wings once a week, pray I glide safe
    I want fried chicken at my funeral
    Rolls Royces, dope boys, Sway interviews
    Everybody dying for the same things
    Cop kill a nigga don’t nobody gangbang
    I’m happy Donald Trump became the president
    Because we gotta destroy, before we elevate
    Real shit, look at me inside the white house
    With a pocket full of weed inside the white house
    Dead presidents tattooed on a nigga chest
    U.S. treasury addressing me, mad at my address
    Own the biggest residential pool is the US
    Drake and Kanye can invite every bitch they ever met
    Finger fuckin’ bitches in the holy water
    Then I go an tell what happened to my only daughter
    So her daddy told it to her firsthand
    Never perfect but its not just bout them purses

    Always speak and say right
    I just never ever walk on by
    (never ever walk on by)
    You even stop and put one in the sky
    (the sky)
    You do it for the love of you and I
    (yeah)

    The streets could never teach me
    All the things I got from you
    I found myself in the wrong lane
    And I ended up in pain (Pain)
    I was strolling down a dark street
    When this girl passed me by
    She said you’ve always been a good friend
    (Always been a good friend)
    And you never never never let me down
    I’ll just fall back never turn back
    Let it go let it go
    I’ll just fall back never turn back
    Let it go let it go

    Always speak and say right
    I just never ever walk on by
    (never ever walk on by)
    You even stop and put one in the sky
    (the sky)
    You do it for the love of you and I
    (for the love of you and I)


  • Post Malone – Congratulations (feat. Quavo)

    [Intro]
    Mm-mmm
    Yeah, yeah
    Mm-mmm
    Yeah

    [Hook: Post Malone]
    My momma called, seen you on TV, son
    Said shit done changed ever since we was on
    I dreamed it all ever since I was young
    They said I wouldn’t be nothing
    Now they always say congratulations
    Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
    They ain’t never had the dedication
    People hatin’, say we changed and look, we made it
    Yeah, we made it

    [Verse 1: Post Malone]
    They was never friendly, yeah
    Now I’m jumping out the Bentley, yeah
    And I know I sound dramatic, yeah
    But I know I had to have it, yeah
    For the money, I’m a savage, yeah
    I be itching like a addict, yeah
    I’m surrounded, twenty bad bitches, yeah
    But they didn’t know me last year, yeah
    Everyone wanna act like they important
    (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    But all that mean nothing when I swang my door, yeah
    (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Everyone countin’ on me, drop the ball, yeah
    (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Everything custom like I’m at the boarder, yeah, yeah
    If you fuck with winning, put your lighters to the sky
    How could I make sense when I got millions on my mind?
    Coming with that bullshit, I just put it to the side
    Balling since a baby, they could see it in my eyes

    [Hook: Post Malone]
    My momma called, seen you on TV, son
    Said shit done changed ever since we was on
    I dreamed it all ever since I was young
    They said I wouldn’t be nothing
    Now they always say congratulations
    Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
    They ain’t never had the dedication
    People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
    Yeah, we made it

    [Verse 2: Quavo]
    I was patient, yeah, oh
    I was patient, aye, oh
    Now I can scream that we made it
    Now everyone, everywhere I go, they say ‘gratulations
    Young nigga, young nigga, graduation
    I pick up the rock and I ball, baby
    I’m looking for someone to call, baby
    But right now, I got a situation
    Never old Ben-Ben Franklins
    Big rings, champagne
    My life is like a ball game
    But instead, I’m in the trap though
    Pot so big, call it Super Bowl
    Super Bowl, call the hoes, get in the Rolls
    Top-floor lifestyle, Huncho and Post
    Malone, I got a play on my phone, aye
    You know what I’m on, aye
    Huncho Houdini is gone, aye

    [Hook: Post Malone]
    My momma called, seen you on TV, son
    Said shit done changed ever since we was on
    I dreamed it all ever since I was young
    They said I wouldn’t be nothing
    Now they always say congratulations
    Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
    They ain’t never had the dedication
    People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
    Yeah, we made it

    [Outro]
    (Hey, hey
    Hey, hey
    Hey, hey
    Hey, hey)


  • Congratulations – Post Malone lyrics

    Lyrics Post Malone – Congratulations

    My momma called, seen you on TV, son
    Said shit done changed ever since we was on
    I dreamed it all ever since I was young
    They said I wouldn’t be nothing
    Now they always say congratulations
    Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
    They ain’t never had the dedication
    People hatin’, say we changed and look, we made it
    Yeah, we made it.

    They was never friendly, yeah
    Now I’m jumping out the Bentley, yeah
    And I know I sound dramatic, yeah
    But I know I had to have it, yeah
    For the money, I’m a savage, yeah
    I be itching like a addict, yeah
    I’m surrounded, twenty bad b*tches, yeahhh
    But they didn’t know me last year, yeah
    Everyone wanna act like they important
    (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    But all that mean nothing when I swang my door, yeah
    (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Everyone countin’ on me, drop the ball, yeah
    (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Everything custom like I’m at the boarder, yeah, yeah
    If you f*ck with winning, put your lighters to the sky
    How could I make sense when I got millions on my mind?
    Coming with that bullshit, I just put it to the side
    Balling since a baby, they could see it in my eyes.

    My momma called, seen you on TV, son
    Said shit done changed ever since we was on
    I dreamed it all ever since I was young
    They said I wouldn’t be nothing
    Now they always say congratulations
    Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
    They ain’t never had the dedication
    People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
    Yeah, we made it.

    I was patient, yeah, ohhh
    I was patient, aye, oh
    Now I can scream that we made it
    Now everyone, everywhere I go, they say congratulations
    Young nigga, young nigga, graduation
    I pick up the rock and I ball, baby
    I’m looking for someone to call, baby
    But right now, I got a situation
    Nothing but old Ben-Ben Franklins
    Big rings, champagne
    My life is like a ball game
    But instead, I’m in the trap though
    Pot so big, call it Super Bowl
    Super Bowl, call the hoes, get in the Rolls
    Top-floor lifestyle, Huncho and Post
    Malone, I got a play on my phone, aye
    You know what I’m on, aye
    Huncho Houdini is gone, ayeee.

    My momma called, seen you on TV, son
    Said shit done changed ever since we was on
    I dreamed it all ever since I was young
    They said I wouldn’t be nothing
    Now they always say congratulations
    Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
    They ain’t never had the dedication
    People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
    Yeah, we made ittt.
    Post Malone lyrics
    Video Malone


  • Travi$ Scott – Pick Up The Phone

    [Intro: Young Thug & Starrah]
    Yaaah, oh yaaah
    Ooooh, Thugger
    Yeah, Travis Scott
    Thugger, Thugger baby
    Yaah

    [Verse 1: Travis Scott]
    I pour a four up
    I call your hoe up
    Just to fuck her and show her
    I just went, got my dough up
    Pullin’ off and I’m gone!
    Then I go and pour four up
    Then I roll up that roll up
    Then I’m callin’ your hoe up…
    (Like Brrrrr)

    [Hook: Travis Scott]
    Like , pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
    Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr)
    Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
    I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

    [Bridge: Travis Scott & Young Thug]
    Never will I cheat on you
    Never will I commit treason
    Blowin’ a bag on you
    Do all of that for no reason
    I’ma pull up and murk too
    Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
    Throwing that Rollie on you
    I like the way it be freezin’

    [Hook: Travis Scott]
    Like, Pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
    Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr)
    Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
    I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

    [Verse 2: Young Thug]
    Pour up a four of that Actavis
    Lean like my mothafuckin’ granny did
    Super Bowl ring with big body Benz
    I stack it up now I’m just better livin’
    Got screws in my mouth, I’m just preppin’ it
    I’m fucking this cash up, I’m not celibate
    I’m packin’ it up like a reverend
    I need all this cash, I got hella kids
    I’ma play dumb and get left in the middle
    Back the fuck up, you too little
    Hit ’em with three like I’m Miller
    I don’t talk to no man in the middle
    I don’t talk to no man, I’m just kiddin’
    But I did pay my sister’s tuition
    I feel lucky, I should play the lottery
    Walkin’ off with it, like sonny listen
    Mama told me I’m her brightest star
    Mama told me don’t hate on the law
    Because everybody got a job
    Because everybody wan’ be a star
    Please believe every motherfucker around here wanna be a part (real shit, real shit)
    She gon’ do anything in her power to be with ya’ boy

    [Hook: Travis Scott]
    Like, Pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
    Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr, it’s lit!)
    Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
    I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

    [Bridge: Young Thug]
    Never will l cheat on you
    Never will I commit treason
    Blowin’ a bag on you
    Do all of that for no reason
    I’ma pull up and murk too
    Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
    Throwin’ that Rollie on you
    I like the way you be freezin’

    [Verse 3: Quavo]
    Pick up the phone
    Macaulay Culkin’ baby, Home Alone
    I thought I was right
    Then I had to man up, I was wrong
    I hate when we fight
    She in love with the pipe
    I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice
    Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
    Percocet and Codeine please don’t take my life
    She had a dream with Celine
    So I bought it twice
    Young nigga make it right back tonight
    Girl you’re so cute and your ass is nice
    Drinkin’ on 4 and I’m shootin’ dice
    Wrist polar bear, Klondike
    And I’m loving all races, hell nah don’t discriminize
    Drinkin’ on clean, sanitize
    Ostritch seats with the frog eyes
    If i ever call your phone baby
    Best believe its only one time

    [Hook: Travis Scott]
    Like, Pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
    Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr, it’s lit!)
    Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
    I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

    [Bridge: Young Thug]
    Never will l cheat on you
    Never will I commit treason
    Blowin’ a bag on you
    Do all of that for no reason
    I’ma pull up and murk too
    Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
    Throwin’ that Rollie on you
    I like the way you be freezin’

    [Outro]
    Pick up the phone
    I’m in the zone


  • Travi$ Scott – Pick Up The Phone (feat. Young Thug & Quavo) (Birds In The Trap Sing Mcknight Album)

    Yaaah, oh yaaah
    Ooooh, Thugger
    Yeah, Travis Scott
    Thugger, Thugger baby
    Yaah

    I pour a four up
    I call your hoe up
    Just to fuck her and show her
    I just went, got my dough up
    Pullin’ off and I’m gone!
    Then I go and pour four up
    Then I roll up that roll up
    Then I’m callin’ your hoe up
    (Like Brrrrr)

    Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
    I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
    I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
    I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

    Never will I cheat on you
    Never will I commit treason
    Blowin’ a bag on you
    Do all of that for no reason
    I’mma pull up and murk too
    Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
    Throwing that Rollie on you
    I like the way it be freezin’ (Brrrrr)

    Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
    I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
    I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
    I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

    Pour up a four of that Actavis
    Lean like my mothafuckin’ granny did
    Super Bowl ring with big body Benz
    I stack it up now I’m just better livin’
    Got screws in my mouth, I’m just preppin’ it
    I’m fucking this cash up, I’m not celibate
    I’m packin’ it up like a reverend
    I need all this cash, I got hella kids
    I’mma play dumb and get left in the middle
    Back the fuck up, you too little
    Hit ’em with three like I’m Miller
    I don’t talk to no man in the middle
    I don’t talk to no man, I’m just kiddin’
    But I did pay my sister’s tuition
    I feel lucky, I should play the lottery
    Walkin’ off with it like Sonny Liston
    Mama told me I’m her brightest star
    Mama told me don’t hate on the law
    Because everybody got a job
    Because everybody won’t be a star (Real shit, real shit)
    Please believe every motherfucker around here wan’ be a part
    She gon’ do anything in her power to be with ya’ boy (Brrrrr)

    Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
    I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
    I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
    I just poured up a four, baby (Yeah, yeah)

    Never will l cheat on you
    Never will I commit treason
    Blowin’ a bag on you
    Do all of that for no reason
    I’mma pull up and murk too
    Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
    Throwin’ that Rollie on you
    I like the way you be freezin’

    Pick up the phone
    Macaulay Culkin’ baby, Home Alone
    I thought I was right
    Then I had to man up, I was wrong
    I hate when we fight
    She in love with the pipe
    I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice
    Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
    Percocet and Codeine please don’t take my life
    She had a dream with Celine
    So I bought it twice
    Young nigga make it right back tonight
    Girl you’re so cute and your ass is nice
    Drinkin’ on four and I’m shootin’ dice
    Wrist polar bear, Klondike
    And I’m loving all races, hell nah don’t discriminize
    Drinkin’ on clean, sanitize
    Ostritch seats with the frog eyes
    If I ever call your phone baby
    Best believe it’s only one time (Brrrrrr)

    Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
    I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
    I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
    I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

    Never will l cheat on you
    Never will I commit treason
    Blowin’ a bag on you
    Do all of that for no reason
    I’mma pull up and murk too
    Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
    Throwin’ that Rollie on you
    I like the way you be freezin’


  • Childish Gambino – Higher Love

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

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

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

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

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

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


  • Childish Gambino – Higher Love Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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


  • Young Thug & Travis Scott – Pick Up The Phone lyrics

    [Intro: Young Thug & Starrah]
    Yaaah, oh yaaah
    Ooooh, Thugger
    Yeah, Travis Scott
    Thugger, Thugger baby
    Yaah

    [Verse 1: Travis Scott]
    I pour a four up
    I call your hoe up
    Just to fuck her and show her
    I just went, got my dough up
    Pullin’ off and I’m gone!
    Then I go and pour four up
    Then I roll up that roll up
    Then I’m callin’ your hoe up
    (Like Brrrrr)
    [Hook: Travis Scott]
    Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
    I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
    I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
    I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

    [Bridge: Travis Scott & Young Thug]
    Never will I cheat on you
    Never will I commit treason
    Blowin’ a bag on you
    Do all of that for no reason
    I’ma pull up and murk too
    Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
    Throwing that Rollie on you
    I like the way it be freezin’
    (Brrrrr)

    [Hook: Travis Scott]
    Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
    I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
    I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
    I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

    [Verse 2: Young Thug]
    Pour up a four of that Actavis
    Lean like my mothafuckin’ granny did
    Super Bowl ring with big body Benz
    I stack it up now I’m just better livin’
    Got screws in my mouth, I’m just preppin’ it
    I’m fucking this cash up, I’m not celibate
    I’m packin’ it up like a reverend
    I need all this cash, I got hella kids
    I’ma play dumb and get left in the middle
    Back the fuck up, you too little
    Hit ’em with three like I’m Miller
    I don’t talk to no man in the middle
    I don’t talk to no man, I’m just kiddin’
    But I did pay my sister’s tuition
    I feel lucky, I should play the lottery
    Walkin’ off with it like Sonny Liston
    Mama told me I’m her brightest star
    Mama told me don’t hate on the law
    Because everybody got a job
    Because everybody wanna be a star (real shit, real shit)
    Please believe every motherfucker around here wan’ be a part
    She gon’ do anything in her power to be with ya’ boy
    (Brrrrr)

    [Hook: Travis Scott]
    Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
    I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
    I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
    I just poured up a four, baby (Yeah, yeah)

    [Bridge: Young Thug]
    Never will l cheat on you
    Never will I commit treason
    Blowin’ a bag on you
    Do all of that for no reason
    I’ma pull up and murk too
    Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
    Throwin’ that Rollie on you
    I like the way you be freezin’

    [Verse 3: Quavo]
    Pick up the phone
    Macaulay Culkin’ baby, Home Alone
    I thought I was right
    Then I had to man up, I was wrong
    I hate when we fight
    She in love with the pipe
    I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice
    Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
    Percocet and Codeine please don’t take my life
    She had a dream with Céline
    So I bought it twice
    Young nigga make it right back tonight
    Girl you’re so cute and your ass is nice
    Drinkin’ on four and I’m shootin’ dice
    Wrist polar bear, Klondike
    And I’m loving all races, hell nah don’t discriminize
    Drinkin’ on clean, sanitize
    Ostritch seats with the frog eyes
    If I ever call your phone baby
    Best believe it’s only one time
    (Brrrrrr)

    [Hook: Travis Scott]
    Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
    I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
    I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
    I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

    [Bridge: Young Thug]
    Never will l cheat on you
    Never will I commit treason
    Blowin’ a bag on you
    Do all of that for no reason
    I’ma pull up and murk too
    Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
    Throwin’ that Rollie on you
    I like the way you be freezin’

    [Outro]
    Pick up the phone (Pick up the phone)
    I’m in the zone, pick up the phone, baby
    I’m in the zone