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  • Juice WRLD – Nobody Lyrics

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    [Intro: Juice WRLD]
    808 Pound
    Bright like a diamond, she look like Rihanna

    [Chrous: Juice WRLD]
    Shine bright like a diamond, she look like Rihanna (Yeah)
    Eyes low, so low, that ain’t marijuana (Yeah)
    Just me, solo, I don’t need nobody (Yeah)
    All alone with five pints of Wock’, that’s a party (Yeah)
    Shorty came from Hong Kong, know a lil’ karate
    Shot her boyfriend in the stomach, now he doin’ the Ricky Bobby (Huh)
    Dior on my shades, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)
    I ain’t throwing shade but I can’t see nobody, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)

    [Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
    Pull out the big guns, they run from me
    I always keep one, I’m no dummy
    I’ma go get a AP, I’ll be shining
    Tony Hawk Pro Skater 3, I’m grinding
    Play your bitch like a PlayStation
    Every day in L.A. it’s a vacation
    Ha ha, laughing at these haters
    Broke as a bitch, they ain’t getting paper
    Yeah, no more fighting over money, I’m a rich guy
    Nowadays, I’m probably fighting over the Wi-Fi
    You know that nigga that always got bad phone connection, yeah I’m that guy

    [Chrous: Juice WRLD]
    Shine bright like a diamond, she look like Rihanna (Yeah)
    Eyes low, so low, that ain’t marijuana (Yeah)
    Just me, solo, I don’t need nobody (Yeah)
    All alone with five pints of Wock’, that’s a party (Yeah)
    Shorty came from Hong Kong, know a lil’ karate
    Shot her boyfriend in the stomach, now he doin’ the Ricky Bobby (Huh)
    Dior on my shades, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)
    I ain’t throwing shade but I can’t see nobody, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)

    [Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
    (Lil Boat)
    Like I’m Stevie with the lights off
    Fuck her with my ice on, had to cop that Wock’, the price was right like the game show (Ice)
    How you love that ho we made that lil’ bitch do the gang, ho
    I’m filled up like Jenga
    Get that, flip that, lick that
    I need to know, lick on her tits, no speel
    Shoot with the gang in the VIP
    This lil’ bitch name Tiffany her favorite color teal
    Hmm, that makes sense, ’cause zodiacs are real (Alright)
    I be dealing with these hating niggas for some time
    Ain’t gon’ start shit, never in the dark I shine
    Bitch, I’m under 21, I do not drink no wine
    I fucked that bitch listening to me, not no Ginuwine

    [Chrous: Juice WRLD & Lil Yachty]
    Shine bright like a diamond, she look like Rihanna (Lil Boat)
    Eyes low, so low, that ain’t marijuana (Yeah)
    Just me, solo, I don’t need nobody (Yeah)
    All alone with five pints of Wock’, that’s a party (Yeah)
    Shorty came from Hong Kong, know a lil’ karate
    Shot her boyfriend in the stomach, now he doin’ the Ricky Bobby (Huh)
    Dior on my shades, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)
    I ain’t throwing shade but I can’t see nobody, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)


  • Young Thug – I Bought Her Lyrics

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    [Intro: Young Thug]
    That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
    That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
    That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
    That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin (DJ Durel)

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
    I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
    My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
    I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
    She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
    New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
    I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
    I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)

    [Verse 1: Young Thug]
    I whipped up in Beverly Hills, but it wasn’t sushi (That big, big Birkin bag, that Birkin, yeah)
    I couldn’t afford her, that she was way better at Hooters (Took out a order, woah)
    I gave her .40, took brand new AK to a shooter (Shootin’ in 4K)
    I can get a nigga ass smoked for a bowl of noodles (I can get a nigga ass smoked, woah)
    I gave her 40 clip, take to the woadie, the shooter (Woah)
    I brought the Carbon 15 and it’s tall as a ruler (Woah)
    I had the daughter come see, I thought it was voodoo (Woah)
    I left the car parked outside of the boogaloos (Skrrt, woah)
    You don’t go Need for Speed, yeah, I just been movin’ ’em (I keep it goin’, poom, poom)
    I been done trapped some tree, and I just been boolin’ in (I’m in the hospital, yeah)
    I need to catch me some Zs, ’cause I just been booted up (I need to get me some sleep)
    I had your bitch on her knees and I told her toot it up (Had this bitch on her knees)
    Fish fork, ayy, I whip my wrist, I deep fry dope, oh baby
    Acrobatic door Mulsanne I bought my baby
    Florida water, pussy pink, I make her basin
    Flawless diamonds, some are pink like a Mercedes

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
    I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
    My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
    I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
    She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
    New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
    I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
    I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)

    [Verse 2: Lil Duke & Young Thug]
    Richest as it get, hundred on my wrist
    Hundred on the necklace, hundred on the clip
    Hundred on his head, I just splat a flip
    Hundred on my bitch, couple of cribs
    I can never rat, I can stack the chips
    I will never fuck her, I just got the lip
    I just gotta love it, I just gotta kill it
    I just gave her chrome, I just got a VIP
    Hoppin’ out a jet, I can get her wet
    Louboutin chest, under my neck
    I came with the drugs, Hi-Tectavis
    V’s on my neck, as big as it gets
    I came for nothin’, too fuckin’ restless
    I’m a slimeball, baby, I’m treacherous
    Iced out Hermès belt like a wrestler
    Fuck her good, but I never kept her (Yeah)

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
    I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
    My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
    I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
    She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
    New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
    I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
    I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)

    [Outro: Young Thug]
    That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
    That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
    That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
    That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin


  • Key Glock – Talk My Shit Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Hit ’em with the Jab
    Buddah Bless this beat

    [Verse 1]
    Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit
    They like who the fuck is this with this ice ass wrist? (Glock)
    And this fresh ass fit and this bad ass bitch
    How the fuck he get her? Man, this bitch too thick
    I’m courtside in Dior
    Yeah I’m courtside with your daughter (Yeah, yeah)
    Chicken strips and fries what I order, uh
    And please don’t forget the honey mustard (Baby, please, uh)
    She like she gotta pee, I said, “Go, ho,” I can’t miss the quarter (Go)
    I do this shit with ease, I put the E in extortion (Yeah)
    But I been comin’ down lately ’cause I been tourin’, yeah
    Madison Square Garden, I seen ‘Bron score 40, uh (On God)
    Man, I swear to God, in New York I had my forty (New York)
    Money real tall so you cannot call me Shorty (Uh-uh)
    With the same gang, never change, just like Jordan
    My bankroll enormous, just like Norbit
    Girlfriend, yup, got them big Benjamins
    Big backends, yup, big dividends (Racks)
    And that Benz, it’s so fast, it blend in with the wind
    I need a house so big that the den got a den (Goddamn, the fuck?)

    [Chorus]
    Let me talk my shit
    Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (On God)
    Let me talk my shit
    Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

    [Verse 2]
    Young nigga lit (Lit)
    This young nigga lit (Yeah)
    I hit my first lick and didn’t look back ever since, uh
    Nigga, that ain’t this, yeah, I need every cent (Yeah)
    I need mine like a pimp (Yeah), six figures on my fit (Yeah)
    Let me kick my shit (What?), these shoes cost your rent
    Bitch can’t get shit, might just give her a hint (Bitch)
    I park the whip in the VIP, but I didn’t get some lip (Yeah)
    On my pistol I grip (Fire), the only time I bust quick, yeah, yeah

    [Chorus]
    Let me talk my shit (Hold up)
    Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (Yeah)
    Bitch, let me talk my shit
    Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

    [Outro]
    Glizzock


  • Gucci Mane – Pay Me (Ft. Fruity) Lyrics

    [Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
    I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
    You got me? by all the things you do
    Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
    I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
    You got me? by all the things you do
    Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

    [Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
    I need a bitch that can pull me a bitch
    Or turn a trick, or better yet, turn me on to a lick
    I hope to know she a ho, who, who ain’t scared of this shit
    I hope to know without a pimp, she a regular bitch
    I give her gang for every situation, have her infatuated
    I got the gift of gab, and the conversation who’s the nation
    I need a couple more to expect Gucci’s operation
    The one Matroppa Rapper, pimpin is my ocupation
    So stop all that hezatation, all that procrastonation
    Cooperation leads to indulging and fornacation
    So Fruit, you say you love me, but bitch, I love the loot
    I coppin blow, I’m in persute of a new prostitute

    [Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
    I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
    You got me? by all the things you do
    Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
    I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
    You got me? by all the things you do
    Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

    [Verse2: Fruity]
    What you know about a ass shaking, money making nigga
    Break a bitch, on some pimp shit, call me a pimp bitch
    A surtified man, ? these hoes?
    Tell him bring my money back, sure my shits in tackt, bitch
    I say these bitches dreams, tell these hoes they on my team
    A ? lookin ho, just done with ? skeem
    Let me tell all you niggas a lil something bout me
    I’m well trained, I’m off the chain, nigga, I ain’t ?

    [Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
    I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
    You got me? by all the things you do
    Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
    I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
    You got me? by all the things you do
    Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

    [Verse 3: Fruty]
    Some bitches talk the talk, but I be walking the walk
    My nigga Gucci round M up, and I make sure they trick off
    Dolo might, but I will, fuck you ? the ticket, pay yo meal
    Some bitches need X, but my pussy be red and wet
    Got so much game, guess you can say I’m a poetic pimp
    VIP type bitch, I strut, fuck a limp
    Niggas eyes be romen, when they see me pass
    They wanna grab on this ass, I’m straight dropping for cash
    ? place a pillo under my knees?
    Sippin and slerppin and spit
    Hit a split and and slow ride yo dick, when I’m turnin tricks
    All for the love of the straight drop clique
    My nigga, all for the love of the straight drop clique

    [Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
    I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
    You got me? by all the things you do
    Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
    I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
    You got me? by all the things you do
    Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you


  • Young Thug – U Ain’t Slime Enough Lyrics

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    I slime you out, so I have you on this wing jet
    I slime you out, and split it with the team, yeah
    I slime you out, we pull up with the sting, yeah
    I slime you out, [?] with a machine, yeah
    I slime you out, I slime you motherfuckers out
    I slime you out, we comin’ burnin’ up your house
    I slime you out, you can see it in my eyes
    (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

    [Verse 1: Karlae & Young Thug]
    Outside lookin’ in, there is no comparison
    You put them bitches in a line and I’ll embarrass them
    Magnificently written, all this shit that I be kickin’
    Ain’t no lions in the jungle, really all these bitches kittens
    Who they kiddin’, they be smitten
    Tell ’em bye and then good riddance
    And they freestyles bye, I can tell that shit go written (slime)
    Excuse me! See we different
    Everybody out here braggin’ ’bout their dough
    But when it’s time to spend that money, where that bread go?
    I beat that shit like congo, I pass hoes Rondo (slat)
    Then I go inside that Louis purse, run ho
    Proudly I kick shit, with thousands money pilin’ up
    Y’all be on that internet, but money is not dialin’ up
    Your wild dreams ain’t wild enough, so what you come at me for?
    I’ll invade your lane, I suggest you take a detour (woo, woo, woo!)
    And please check the decor, and y’all drinkin’, we pour
    Never say that we poor, y’all keep actin’
    Bitch I’m goin’ Eeyore, is it just me or… these hoes need to level up?
    Just bought a green Birkin, call her 7-Up
    Your real isn’t real enough, so tell me what you fishin’ for

    [Refrain: Karlae]
    Yeah, yeah these bitches ain’t slime enough
    Yeah, yeah these niggas not slime enough
    Yeah, yeah these bitches ain’t slime enough
    Yeah, yeah these niggas not slime enough

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    I slime you out, so I have you on this wing jet
    I slime you out, and split it with the team, yeah
    I slime you out, we pull up with the sting, yeah
    I slime you out, [?] with a machine, yeah
    I slime you out, I slime you motherfuckers out
    I slime you out, we comin’ burnin’ up your house
    I slime you out, you can see it in my eyes
    (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

    [Verse 2: Young Thug]
    I scream “Slime, slime, slime,” they come in a rush
    I got snakes tatted on me and my chain on my neck
    I slimed up my grandma
    Diamonds on my Cartiers, I see farther than Farrakhan (woo)
    I know niggas gettin’ extorted, like the common cold
    I done ate cereal out a plate, I done ate cereal out a bowl
    Niggas ain’t slimy enough, niggas ain’t grimy enough
    I got black diamonds like my grandpa’s snuff
    Way more money than you
    Ain’t no sympathy, no
    Niggas’ll wipe your nose like you’re sick, you know?
    All my niggas shoot first like a damn intro
    I get boxes of dough, Kimbo
    You a slimy motherfucker Karlae, tell ’em the truth
    You’ll catch a body for me, motherfucker, tell ’em the truth
    All of these thotties ’bout to think I’m super slimey for you
    But you the hottest in the mothafucka, that’s my boo, yeah

    [Refrain: Karlae]
    Yeah, yeah these bitches ain’t slime enough
    Yeah, yeah these niggas not slime enough
    Yeah, yeah these bitches ain’t slime enough
    Yeah, yeah these niggas not slime enough

    [Verse 3: Duke]
    I’ll slime you out (slime you out)
    All these other bitches thirsty, they want clout (they want clout)
    Dick in her mouth (dick in your mouth)
    I’m on her hip like a pouch (pouch)
    She like when I’m beat her down (down)
    Man ringin’ bells in the town (brrt)
    I was just servin’ them ounces (ounces)
    Now we poppin’ them bottles
    We all in the VIP and we standin’ on couches (couches)
    Surrounded by nothin’ but vultures (vultures)
    I gotta keep it in motion (motion)
    You see me, you know that I’m totin’ (totin’)
    Playin’ ’bout none of my bros
    And if I see you, I’m wipin’ your nose

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    I slime you out, so I have you on this wing jet
    I slime you out, and split it with the team, yeah
    I slime you out, we pull up with the sting, yeah
    I slime you out, [?] with a machine, yeah
    I slime you out, I slime you motherfuckers out
    I slime you out, we comin’ burnin’ up your house
    I slime you out, you can see it in my eyes
    (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)


  • Aminé – HICCUP Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Boston

    [Hook: Aminé]
    My wrist sore (true), my wrist sore (true)
    You don’t want no problems, bitch, no hiccups
    No hiccups, no hiccups
    He ain’t bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups
    I don’t trust no one
    My wrist is lookin frozen

    [Post Hook: Aminé]
    Ice cold, too cold, numb
    Might re-e-e-e-e-ewind
    Gave her dick and then I split, mhm
    Workin’ like I got a shift, mhm
    Youngest nigga poppin’ shit, mhm
    Don’t want no kids that’s bad as shit, yeah
    Had my whole my whole life give and go, mhm
    24, now 24, mhm
    Diamonds on my bi-i-i-itch, mhm
    That’s drip all on my wri-i-ist, mhm

    [Verse 1: Aminé]
    Ass fat, bring it right back
    I-I’m in the VIP, cause they pay me for this shit
    Imma be here if I be here
    That’s your car note on my wrist

    [Hook: Aminé]
    My wrist sore, my wrist sore
    You don’t want no problems, bitch, no hiccups
    No hiccups, no hiccups
    He ain’t bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups
    I don’t trust no one (no one!)
    My wrist is lookin frozen

    [Post Hook: Aminé]
    Ice cold, too cold, numb
    I re-e-e-e-ewind
    Gave her dick and then I split (Fuck a birkin)
    Workin’ like I got a shift (Puttin’ work in)
    Youngest nigga poppin’ shit (Bitch I’m certain)
    Don’t want no kids that’s bad as shit (Hold up, I had plans)
    Had my whole life give and go (That shit right back)
    24, now 24 (Yeah, it’s like that)
    Diamonds on my bi-i-i-i-itch, mhm
    That’s drip all on my wri-i-ist, mhm

    [Verse 2: Gunna]
    Diamonds on my bitch, mhm
    Cuban bracelets on my wrist, mhm
    You hear that we got rich, mhm
    Michael Jordan for the kids, mhm
    I collect it like a bridge, mhm
    Copped my bitch the latest Mercedes-Benz
    I was all alone, Young Gunna ain’t got no friends
    We just went to the mall and spent a couple bands
    I’ll talk it all and end up shakin’ hands
    She offer me some pussy my finesse
    My first baguettes lookin’ like some glass
    Might pull the pedal tryna do the dash

    [Outro: Aminé]
    Mhm
    Mhm
    Mhm


  • Travis Scott – 5% TINT Lyrics

    [Chorus]
    Who’s that creeping through my window?
    Before you come outside, I got the M4
    Took her to the endzone from The Ends, though
    Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more
    Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for?
    All that out-your-name shit, that ain’t called for, mm

    [Verse 1]
    Who that creepin’? Know the tint is dark (five percent)
    All that fall-in-love shit, got it Kevin Hart (yeah, yeah)
    All that speed and fly shit, we might teleport, yuh (skrr, skrr)
    All that cop a rack shit, I might clip a sarge, yuh (twelve)
    Keep bouncin’ that ass, you just might get award, yeah
    If she bad, she get a pass into the tour (passes yeah)
    I pick through the family, grab the bad sister like Janet
    Opps outside, don’t panic
    Gotta switch, gotta change up transit
    Still jump around, move antsy
    And I still don’t like shit fancy
    Up late feelin’ real chancy
    They outside really tryna end me, yeah

    [Chorus]
    Who’s that creeping through my window? (my window)
    Before you come outside, I got the M4 (M4)
    Took her to the endzone from The Ends, though (yah)
    Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (eah)
    Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (yah)
    All that out-your-name shit, that ain’t called for (yah)

    [Verse 2]
    Who the fuck is this?
    Met somebody baby mama inside of the VIP
    While I’m tryna tip
    Shawty said she holding, got a razor in her lip
    Mix my cup and twist one up, I love that ratchet shit
    She like “I-I-Iced out wrist, iced out, iced out wrist” (iced out wrist)
    Fuck don’t kiss, fuck, she fuck don’t kiss (mwah)
    Look like friends, but she say they twins (twins)
    Jump right in, there’s leg room in this Benz (leg room in this Benz)
    Ten miles to the crib, you know that’s deep (deep, yeah)
    I think there’s someone out there watching me, yeah

    [Chorus]
    Who’s that creeping through my window? (my window, who?)
    Before you come outside, I got the M4 (M4)
    Took her to the end zone from The Ends, though (yeah)
    Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (lick)
    Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (yah, Jack)
    All that out your new shit, that ain’t called for (yah)

    [Outro]
    Who’s that creeping through my window?
    Before you come outside, I got the M4
    Took her to the end zone from The Ends, though
    Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more


  • Future – WIFI LIT Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Zaytoven
    Woah, woah, woah
    Woah, woah, woah, woah

    [Chorus: Future]
    Gone in the sky, over 20,000
    I keep my wifi lit
    I spend over 5,000, that’s just on one fit
    I’m not going back no more when I ain’t have shit
    Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick

    [Verse 1: Future]
    I leave a bitch in the cold, oh
    I don’t act poor no more
    I left her sitting at the Loews, oh
    ‘Cause she wasn’t touching her toes, no
    I’m on some rich nigga shit
    It’s all about rich nigga timing
    Fully loaded whip
    I’m gone curve you kindness
    I’m in Hermes drip, not in the store, you can’t find it
    I got stacks on me and they won’t fit no wallet
    I got Gucci socks on me and money in every pocket
    I got Burberry seats, the color teriyaki
    I’m on another wave
    Cut the head off the Porsche
    Running with a pack of wolves, ain’t no extorting
    VIP with AK’s, very important
    Always riding with a gas torch
    Always riding with a mask
    Young nigga playing with a pinky ring
    Cost over 500 bags
    Already know your homie singing, they ’bout to get him wacked
    Soon as you let up, relax
    That’s when they waiting to attack
    Platinum majority of the plaques
    Striking it off like a match

    [Chorus: Future]
    Gone in the sky, over 20,000
    I keep my wifi lit
    I spend over 5,000, that’s just on one fit
    I’m not going back no more when I ain’t have shit
    Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick

    [Verse 2: Future]
    You came from public housing, you serving hand to hand, oh
    You got that good salmon, and smoking it fresh out the can
    You know how to stir your bowl up, you know how to flip your bands
    I’m bout to go take 200,000, just to go shop in Japan
    I know the opps they thinking foul, we ’bout to take out they mans
    We got to make some bullets shower, show you we ain’t playing
    You gon’ smell this gun powder, it’s gon’ make you dance
    I’ve been counting it up for hours, done cramped my hands

    [Chorus: Future]
    Gone in the sky, over 20,000
    I keep my wifi lit
    I spend over 5,000, that’s just on one fit
    I’m not going back no more when I ain’t have shit
    Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick

    [Outro: Future]
    Wifi lit, woah, woah, whoa
    Wifi lit
    Pass the bitch, woah, woah, woah
    That’s an assist
    Cooking grits, woah, woah, woah
    Half a chicken
    Fuck your clique, woah woah, woah, got them sticks
    Wifi lit, wifi lit
    Wifi lit
    Wifi lit
    Wifi lit
    Wifi lit
    (Auntie, auntie)
    Shoutout to Lil Mexico, Kirkwood
    JB, know I mean
    [?], I got you
    You hear me
    Let’s go!


  • Krewella – Runaway lyrics

    [Verse 1]
    And I got the world in the palm of my hands
    And I, all I wanna do is make you dance
    If I never see your face again, will I remember?
    Every time we go out, free drinks, sitting in the VIP
    Twenty minutes in, wanna leave quick
    Do you wanna roll with me?
    If I never see your face again, know I will remember

    [Chorus]
    Let’s runaway
    We could leave this crowd
    Runaway at the speed of sound
    If you need to breathe
    I’ll be your remedy
    So runaway, runaway
    Runaway with me

    [Verse 2]
    Oh, we, we could drive to the midnight sun
    We’re free, we’re living like we just begun
    If I never see your face again, know I will remember

    [Chorus]
    Let’s runaway
    We could leave this crowd
    Runaway at the speed of sound
    If you need to breathe
    I’ll be your remedy
    So runaway, runaway
    Runaway with me

    [Bridge]
    Pedal to the floor, got the windows down in a rental car
    Hands on the wheel and your eyes light up like a thousand stars
    If we never see the world again, know we will remember

    [Chorus]
    Let’s runaway
    We could leave this crowd
    Runaway at the speed of sound
    If you need to breathe
    I’ll be your remedy
    So runaway (runaway, runaway…)


  • Murs – G Lollipops (feat. Prof)

    [Chorus: Murs]
    Gangsta ass lollipops
    Your bitch got a sweet tooth

    [Verse 1: Murs]
    I make art, y’all niggas make hits
    I make music from the heart and what you make is shit
    Softer than the couch, step up, get knocked out
    Poppin’ bottles in the club, I’m just chillin’ at the house
    Playin’ war games with 4 dames in your name
    Don’t get high, stay fly and inside your lane
    Tame as a derriere but it gets scarier
    When you try to test the best in your area
    Aerial attacks and burials and wax
    Like an Annabelle tale, but scarier in fact
    Where the rappers at? Where the rappers at?
    They told me real rap is dead, I had to laugh at that
    How is it dead if Wu-Tang’s Forever?
    Better than the worst but Murs is still better
    The Leroy and Bruce, I deployed the troops
    The devil is a liar but these boys the truth

    [Chorus: Murs]
    Gangsta ass lollipops
    Your bitch got a sweet tooth

    [Verse 2: Fashawn]
    Okay I gave her a cavity, you hate that it had to be
    Regal Rhymesayer, Mister Laver, your majesty
    Lettin’ my nuts hang like Tiffany had his weave
    While y’all toss salad, anything for a salary
    You call it a triumph, I call it a tragedy
    Casually I turn competition to casualties
    Converse with my rollo, I call him Murcielago
    One thing I’m certain if it hurtin’ ’em I know
    I’m an introvert, a street kid, was never into Vert
    I’d rather pen a verse, some call it audacity
    Where did he get the nerve, usin’ no blackberry
    Nigga, you gettin’ curved by labels and hoes
    Layaway on your clothes, another day I suppose
    You portrayin’ a rose, I would say you a troll
    And it’s takin’ his toll by the way human go
    I can’t give a F-U-C-K what he sold
    It’s Fash

    [Chorus: Fashawn]
    Gangsta ass lollipops
    Your bitch got a sweet tooth

    [Verse 3: Prof]
    I’m in the 4-door Ford escort
    With 4 escorts with high test scores
    Indoor dro grown next door
    In class with them hickey neck sores
    That’s too much sauce, that’s too much sauce
    Had to turn to Pookie, "Baby, that’s too much sauce"
    As far as I’m concerned, I don’t fuck with the list price
    Rappers these days ain’t been in a fist fight
    You never know homie, I could be a fraud
    This atheist chick I’m fuckin’, she treat me like a god
    I’m poppin’ pills in the VIP all day
    I’m an industry plant, I’m just playin’ the long game
    Bitch never wrote a rhyme in my life
    And after the club, I’m gonna break your wife’s hymen tonight
    Shout a couple dudes for a career in rap
    Turn up, turn up, fleek, fleek, bruh how real was that?
    Pookie

    [Chorus: Murs]
    Gangsta ass lollipops
    Your bitch got a sweet tooth


  • Murs – G Lollipops (feat. Fashawn & Prof)

    [Chorus: Murs]
    Gangsta ass lollipops
    Your bitch got a sweet tooth

    [Verse 1: Murs]
    I make art, y’all niggas make hits
    I make music from the heart and what you make is shit
    Softer than the couch, step up, get knocked out
    Poppin’ bottles in the club, I’m just chillin’ at the house
    Playin’ war games with 4 dames in your name
    Don’t get high, stay fly and inside your lane
    Tame as a derriere but it gets scarier
    When you try to test the best in your area
    Aerial attacks and burials and wax
    Like an Annabelle tale, but scarier in fact
    Where the rappers at? Where the rappers at?
    They told me real rap is dead, I had to laugh at that
    How is it dead if Wu-Tang’s Forever?
    Better than the worst but Murs is still better
    The Leroy and Bruce, I deployed the troops
    The devil is a liar but these boys the truth

    [Chorus: Murs]
    Gangsta ass lollipops
    Your bitch got a sweet tooth

    [Verse 2: Fashawn]
    Okay I gave her a cavity, you hate that it had to be
    Regal Rhymesayer, Mister Laver, your majesty
    Lettin’ my nuts hang like Tiffany had his weave
    While y’all toss salad, anything for a salary
    You call it a triumph, I call it a tragedy
    Casually I turn competition to casualties
    Converse with my rollo, I call him Murcielago
    One thing I’m certain if it hurtin’ ’em I know
    I’m an introvert, a street kid, was never into Vert
    I’d rather pen a verse, some call it audacity
    Where did he get the nerve, usin’ no blackberry
    Nigga, you gettin’ curved by labels and hoes
    Layaway on your clothes, another day I suppose
    You portrayin’ a rose, I would say you a troll
    And it’s takin’ his toll by the way human go
    I can’t give a F-U-C-K what he sold
    It’s Fash

    [Chorus: Fashawn]
    Gangsta ass lollipops
    Your bitch got a sweet tooth

    [Verse 3: Prof]
    I’m in the 4-door Ford escort
    With 4 escorts with high test scores
    Indoor dro grown next door
    In class with them hickey neck sores
    That’s too much sauce, that’s too much sauce
    Had to turn to Pookie, "Baby, that’s too much sauce"
    As far as I’m concerned, I don’t fuck with the list price
    Rappers these days ain’t been in a fist fight
    You never know homie, I could be a fraud
    This atheist chick I’m fuckin’, she treat me like a god
    I’m poppin’ pills in the VIP all day
    I’m an industry plant, I’m just playin’ the long game
    Bitch never wrote a rhyme in my life
    And after the club, I’m gonna break your wife’s hymen tonight
    Shout a couple dudes for a career in rap
    Turn up, turn up, fleek, fleek, bruh how real was that?
    Pookie

    [Chorus: Murs]
    Gangsta ass lollipops
    Your bitch got a sweet tooth


  • KILLY – Live Your Last Lyrics

    [Chorus]
    Smoke that gas (yeah), car don’t need no gas (car)
    Livin’ fast (yeah), skrrt off on my past (what?)
    So damn bad (yeah), I just have to laugh (hey)
    Forget the past (hey), live it like your last (yeah)

    [Verse 1]
    Diamonds clash (what?), they gon’ do the dance (ha ha ha ha)
    My bitch got class, wrist piece devilish (ha ha ha ha)
    Do not ask, can’t pronounce this brand (yeah yeah)
    Throw them bands (yeah yeah), and come back for my ring

    [Chorus]
    Smoke that gas (yeah), car don’t need no gas (car)
    Livin’ fast (yeah), skrrt off on my past (what?)
    So damn bad (yeah), I just have to laugh (hey)
    Forget the past (hey), live it like your last (yeah)

    [Verse 2]
    Big chain, medallion (what?)
    Stay one hundred thousand
    Ten toes down, I’m grounded (what?)
    VIP so crowded (what?)
    Shout out my accountant (count)
    I’ma throw it, don’t count it (count)
    Never care what the amount is (bands)
    Cartier frames never cloudy (what?)
    Got my whole gang, get rowdy (gang)
    Put it four days, West Holly (hey)
    Took a lil break from the party (tiki)
    Palm trees, chillin’ with the feet up
    Palm trees, chillin’ with the feet up (what?)
    Treatin’ on the dash, [?] nina
    Treatin’ on the dash, [?] nina
    Love me, love my demeanor
    Love me, love my demeanor (what, yeah)
    Screw face lookin’ like Vegeta
    Screw face lookin’ like Vegeta
    I’m a demon with the divas
    Mad man comin’ off the molly (what, what, molly, yeah)
    Jumpman comin’ from the nineties (hey, jump jump jump)
    Bad bitch like Aphrodite (bad bitch)
    She wanna try me and indict me (me)
    She can’t catch me, never find me (me)

    [Chorus]
    Smoke that gas (yeah), car don’t need no gas (car)
    Livin’ fast (yeah), skrrt off on my past (what?)
    So damn bad (yeah), I just have to laugh (hey)
    Forget the past (hey), live it like your last (yeah)


  • smokepurpp – Fingers Blue (feat. Travis Scott) (Uncensored)

    [Intro: Smokepurpp]
    Till my fingers blue
    I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
    Lil purpp

    [Hook: Smokepurpp]
    I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe
    Hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof
    I like selling mid because I smoke the boof
    I be countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
    Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
    I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
    Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
    I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue

    [Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
    Hop out the whip, i’m in the kitchen i whip
    Chopper on me, shots to the head make him sit
    Yeah I’m the shit, all of my songs is a hit I don’t miss
    Smokin’ on gas in the VIP, poppin’ champagne on a bitch
    Heard you a snitch, nigga be quiet cuz you can get bitched
    I keep a chopper it’s loaded, hop out the rolls got my name on the curtain
    Fuckin’ yo thot yeah I do that for certain
    And I stay clean like detergent
    Poppin’ on xannies and poppin’ on perkies
    Run up on me you get cut like a turkey

    [Hook: Smokepurpp]
    I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe
    Hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof
    I like selling mid because I smoke the boof
    I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
    Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
    I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
    Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
    I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue

    [Verse 2: Travis Scott]
    Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
    I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
    Lamborghini roadster, this is not the coupe (Skrr skrr)
    If I slide the top off then you better shoot (yeah!)
    Diamond teeth (shine), diamonds white and pink (it’s lit)
    Yeah, back in sync, just in time to drink
    Still strawberry smooth, still roll off the goop
    Hit her off the view, top floor aerial
    Yeah, all she do is dance and take xans, she too basic
    If she ever plan on fall asleep my hands replace them
    Whole damn crew, off the zoot
    Pour the juice, hit the jack and count the deads

    [Hook: Smokepurpp & Travis Scott]
    I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe
    Hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof
    I like selling mid because I smoke the boof
    I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
    Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
    I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
    Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
    I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue


  • Justin Timberlake – Pepsi Super Bowl LII Halftime Show (Live)

    [Filthy]
    If you know what’s good
    If you know what’s good
    Haters gon’ say it’s fake
    So real
    Haters gon’ say it’s fake
    So real
    I said, put your filthy hands all over me
    And no, this ain’t the clean version
    And what you gonna do with all that meat?
    Cookin’ up a mean servin’
    No question, I want it
    Fire up, everybody smokin’
    Your friends, my friends
    And they ain’t leavin’ till six in the morning (six in the morning)
    Caught a chill, baby, you the coldest
    Go far, put ’em on notice
    If you know what I want, then yeah
    Baby, don’t you mind if I do, yeah
    Exactly what you like times two, yeah
    Got me singin’, "ooh, ooh"
    So baby, don’t you mind if I do

    [Rock Your Body]
    Got time, but I don’t mind
    Just wanna rock you, girl
    I’ll have whatever you have
    Come on let’s give it a whirl
    See, I’ve been watchin’ you
    And I like the way you move
    So go ‘head, girl, just do it
    That ass shakin’ thing you do
    So you grab your girls and you grab a couple more
    And you all could meet me in the middle of the floor
    Said the air is thick, it’s smellin’ right
    So you pass to the left, then you sail to the right
    Don’t be so quick to walk away (Dance with me)
    I wanna rock your body, please stay (Dance with me)
    You don’t have to admit you wanna play (Dance with me)
    Just let me rock you till the break of day (Dance with me)

    [Senorita]
    Ladies and gentlemen
    It’s my pleasure to introduce to you
    He’s a friend of mine
    "It feels like something’s heating up, can I leave with you?"
    "I don’t know but I’m thinking bout, really leaving with you"
    "It feels like something’s heating up, can I leave with you?"
    "I don’t know but I’m thinking bout, really leaving with you"

    [Sexyback]
    I’m bringing sexy back
    Them other boys don’t know how to act
    I think it’s special, what’s behind your back?
    So turn around and I’ll pick up the slack
    Dirty babe
    You see these shackles
    Baby I’m your slave
    I’ll let you whip me if I misbehave
    It’s just that no one makes me feel this way
    Come here girl
    Go ahead, be gone with it
    Come to the back
    Go ahead, be gone with it
    VIP
    Go ahead, be gone with it
    Drinks on me
    Go ahead, be gone with it
    Let me see what you’re twerking with

    [My Love]
    I can see us on the countryside
    Sitting on the grass, laying side by side
    You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
    Girl, you amaze me
    Ain’t gotta do nothing crazy
    See, all I want you to do is be my love
    (So don’t give away) My love
    (So don’t give away) My love
    (So don’t give away)
    Ain’t another woman that can take your spot, my love
    (So don’t give away) My love
    (So don’t give away) My love
    (So don’t give away)
    Ain’t another woman that can take your spot, my love

    [Cry Me A River]
    You don’t have to say what you did
    I already know, I found out from him
    Now there’s just no chance for you and me
    There’ll never be
    And don’t it make you sad about it
    Cry me a river (x8)

    [Suit and Tie]
    And as long as I got my suit and tie
    Imma leave it all on the floor tonight
    And you got fixed up to the nines
    Let me show you a few things
    All pressed up in black and white
    And you dressed in that dress I like
    Love is swinging in the air tonight
    Let me show you a few things
    Let me show you a few things
    Show you a few things about love

    [Until The End Of Time]
    I woke up this morning
    And heard the TV saying something
    About disaster in the world and
    It made me wonder where I’m going
    There’s so much darkness in the world
    But I see beauty left in you, girl
    And what you give me let’s me know that I’ll be alright
    ‘Cause if your love was all I had, in this life
    Well, that would be enough until the end of time
    So rest your weary heart and relax your mind
    ‘Cause I’m gonna love you, girl, until the end of time

    [Prince – I Would Die 4 U]
    I’m not a woman
    I’m not a man
    I am something that you’ll never understand
    I’ll never beat you
    I’ll never lie
    And if you’re evil I’ll forgive you by and by
    You, I would die for you, yeah
    Darling if you want me to
    You, I would die for you
    You’re just a sinner I am told
    Be your fire when you’re cold
    Make you happy when you’re sad
    Make you good when you are bad
    I’m not a human
    I am a dove
    I’m your conscious
    I am love
    All I really need is to know that
    You believe
    Yeah, say one more time
    You, I would die for you

    [Mirrors]
    ‘Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul
    I can tell you there’s no place we couldn’t go
    Just put your hand on the glass
    I’m here tryin’ to pull you through
    You just gotta be strong
    ‘Cause I don’t wanna lose you now
    I’m lookin’ right at the other half of me
    The vacancy that sat in my heart
    Is a space that now you hold
    Show me how to fight for now
    And I’ll tell you, baby, it was easy
    Comin’ back here to you once I figured it out
    You were right here all along
    It’s like you’re my mirror
    My mirror staring back at me
    I couldn’t get any bigger
    With anyone else beside me
    And now it’s clear as this promise
    That we’re making
    Two reflections into one
    ‘Cause it’s like you’re my mirror
    My mirror staring back at me, staring back at me

    [Can’t Stop The Feeling]
    I got this feeling inside my bones
    It goes electric, wavy when I turn it on
    All through my city, all through my home
    We’re flying up, no ceiling, when we’re in our zone
    I got that sunshine in my pocket
    Got that good soul in my feet
    I feel that hot blood in my body when it drops
    I can’t take my eyes up off it
    Moving so phenomenally
    Room on lock the way we rock it
    So don’t stop
    And under the lights when everything goes
    Nowhere to hide when I’m getting you close
    When we move, well, you already know
    So just imagine, just imagine, just imagine
    Nothing I can see but you
    When you dance, dance, dance
    Feeling good, good, creeping up on you
    So just dance, dance, dance
    Come on
    All those things I shouldn’t do
    But you dance, dance, dance
    And ain’t nobody leaving soon
    So keep dancing
    Everybody sing
    (I can’t stop the feeling)
    Got this feeling in my body
    (I can’t stop the feeling)
    Got this feeling in my body
    (I can’t stop the feeling)
    Wanna see you move your body
    (I can’t stop the feeling)
    Got this feeling in my body
    Come on


  • RaeLynn – Festival

    [Verse 1]
    We didn’t care what we looked like
    Dripping in sweat and desert vibes
    We didn’t care who was watching, no
    Our cotton candy make out on the side of

    [Pre-Chorus 1]
    A Ferris wheel I was scared to ride
    But I knew that I could do it with you by my side

    [Chorus]
    We felt like VIP’s in the background
    Couldn’t keep from kissing, getting glitter on your nose
    When your body was holding me close
    Yeah it was magical, anything but typical
    It was a hell of a sunset dream
    You were all over me like we were seventeen
    Yeah it was magical, anything but typical
    We fell in love, we fell in love at a festival

    [Post-Chorus]
    We fell in love
    We fell in love
    We fell in love at a festival
    We fell in love
    We fell in love
    We fell in love at a festival

    [Verse 2]
    I couldn’t stop staring at you
    Wearing glow sticks on your tattooed arm
    I couldn’t help the way I felt
    I didn’t know you but you had my heart

    [Pre-Chorus 2]
    In the middle of that big, crazy crowd
    You’re the only single person that stood out

    [Chorus]
    We felt like VIP’s in the background
    Couldn’t keep from kissing, getting glitter on your nose
    When your body was holding me close
    Yeah it was magical, anything but typical
    It was a hell of a sunset dream
    You were all over me like we were seventeen
    Yeah it was magical, anything but typical
    We fell in love, we fell in love at a festival

    [Post-Chorus]
    We fell in love
    We fell in love
    We fell in love at a festival
    We fell in love
    We fell in love
    We fell in love at a festival

    [Bridge]
    Short shorts, rock shirts, singing every song
    You had my heart all night long
    Short shorts, rock shirts, singing every song
    You had my heart all night long

    [Outro]
    We fell in love at a festival
    We fell in love
    We fell in love
    We fell in love at a festival
    We fell in love
    (Short shorts, rock shirts singing every song)
    We fell in love
    We fell in love at a festival
    (You had my heart all night long)


  • Lil Pump – Can’t Tell Me Nothing Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Woop, ayy, ayy
    Ayy, ooh, ooh, ooh
    You can’t tell me shit, I got designer on me (brr)
    Ooh, Big Head on the beat (ayy, ayy)
    Trapper of the century

    [Chorus]
    You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist
    You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (brr)
    You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (what?)
    You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
    Designer on my drip, designer on my drip (what?)
    Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
    You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (oh)
    You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (ayy)
    Designer on my drip, designer on my drip
    Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
    Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
    Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
    You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (ooh)
    You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
    You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (yuh)
    You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)

    [Verse]
    Designer on my drip, fuck a nigga bitch (bitch)
    Fuckin’ in that VIP (what?), eighty on my wrist
    Pull up to the trap, [?] for a brick
    Pull up on a groupie and I had to hit a lick
    You can’t tell me shit because I’m flexin’ in Giuseppe
    You can’t tell me shit because I’m flexin’ in the Bentley
    You can’t tell me shit because I’m the trapper of the century (ooh)
    You can’t tell me shit because I’m countin’ up the fetty

    [Chorus]
    You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist
    You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (brr)
    You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (what?)
    You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
    Designer on my drip, designer on my drip (what?)
    Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
    You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (oh)
    You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (ayy)
    Designer on my drip, designer on my drip
    Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
    Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
    Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
    You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (ooh)
    You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
    You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (yuh)
    You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (what?)

    [Outro]
    Ayy, ayy, ayy
    You can’t tell me shit, bitch
    Designer on my drip
    You can’t tell me shit
    Ayy, ayy, ayy


  • Tee Grizzley & Lil Durk – Flyers Up (Uncensored)

    [Intro: Tee Grizzley and Lil Durk]
    Durk what up, where you at?
    I’m on Normal gang
    What you tryna do?
    Throwin’ stacks at Magic, today’s Monday right?
    So we at that bitch come on
    Bout to pull up

    [Chorus: Tee Grizzley & Lil Durk]
    Let’s go to Magic (Let’s go to Magic)
    Don’t forget the ratchets (Please don’t forget ’em)
    I know we in Atlanta (We in Atlanta)
    But shit still will get tragic (Shit’ll get tragic)
    You know we some street niggas (Know we some street niggas)
    Make a living off rapping (Living off rapping)
    When we throw them flyers up (throw them flyers up)
    You know niggas we watching and talkin’ about slidin’
    I know some killers that want me dead
    (Know some killers that want me dead)
    I know some killers that want me dead
    (I know some killers that want me dead)
    Know some niggas wit real money, wit that shit on my head
    And they got some killers around ’em
    And they know how to play it
    But I got some killers don’t want me dead
    I got some killers don’t want me dead
    (I got some killers don’t want me dead)
    I know some killers that want me dead
    (I know some killers that want me dead)
    I got some killers don’t want me dead
    (I got some killers don’t want me dead)
    I know some killers that want me dead
    (I know some killers that want me dead)

    [Verse 1: Lil Durk]
    I hang wit niggas that hang wit the niggas
    That hang wit the killas that kill all the killers
    I be wit niggas who hang with the niggas
    Who hang wit the rappers who take all the skrilla
    Go to Chicago and go to Red Diamond
    They bookin’ Tee Grizzley they know that I’m wit him
    Why you keep barkin, they ain’t check the artist
    We all in the section got 50’s on 50’s
    Real niggas, street niggas
    And we gon’ link wit the gangs
    And we come to yo city (gang gang)
    I need VIP bar
    Them dracos gotta be close to us
    We don’t fuck with no rappers
    So I never show, can’t let chubbs get close to em
    You post want flyers, I’ma hire every killer in the city
    Try to go to it
    They ain’t got no buzz
    They don’t show no love
    I know some cuz, bloods
    They cool with us, ya
    I know some shorties that’s still up in school
    You tweakin’ cuz they is gone kill for a stack
    You poppin’ them xanies you better not lack
    You play wit the dead, no takin it back

    [Chorus: Tee Grizzley Lil Durk]
    Let’s go to Magic (Let’s go to Magic)
    Don’t forget the ratchets (Please don’t forget ’em)
    I know we in Atlanta (We in Atlanta)
    But shit still will get tragic (Shit’ll get tragic)
    You know we some street niggas (Know we some street niggas)
    Make a living off rapping (Living off rapping)
    When we throw them flyers up (throw them flyers up)
    You know niggas we watching and talkin’ about slidin’
    I know some killers that want me dead
    (Know some killers that want me dead)
    I know some killers that want me dead
    (I know some killers that want me dead)
    Know some niggas wit real money, wit that shit on my head
    And they got some killers around ’em
    And they know how to play it
    But I got some killers don’t want me dead
    I got some killers don’t want me dead
    (I got some killers don’t want me dead)
    I know some killers that want me dead
    (I know some killers that want me dead)
    I got some killers don’t want me dead
    (I got some killers don’t want me dead)
    I know some killers that want me dead
    (I know some killers that want me dead)

    [Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
    My opps don’t die everyday
    That’s cuz I ain’t beefin’ wit rookies
    Yo enemies saw you and didn’t do nothing
    That’s cuz you be beefin’ with pussies
    I got some Crips that’s killas
    Them niggas will murk you and go pray to Tookie
    I got four bloods with 50’s
    Don’t tweak unless you can duck two hundred bullets
    Me and Durk go there they ain’t pattin us down
    Get the sticks in and we pass em around
    I feel at home when I’m out of town
    I be 300 like Kevin no Leonidas
    Me and Roc still sendin’ out J-Pays
    Opps on the gram say he on nay-pay
    He say he live login from a fake page
    They over there, go get that drac thang
    Free my nigga Mark Meezy
    Used to lay in niggas bushes
    Yo mama died that’s yo fault
    We was tryna get you, niggas got tired of looking
    A nigga get he ups on me?
    I know them niggas gon’ cook me
    If I beef wit a rapper I’ma book him
    Come to my shows I’m strapped wit a 40

    [Chorus: Tee Grizzley & Lil Durk]
    Let’s go to Magic (Let’s go to Magic)
    Don’t forget the ratchets (Please don’t forget ’em)
    I know we in Atlanta (We in Atlanta)
    But shit still will get tragic (Shit’ll get tragic)
    You know we some street niggas (Know we some street niggas)
    Make a living off rapping (Living off rapping)
    When we throw them flyers up (throw them flyers up)
    You know niggas we watching and talkin’ about slidin’
    I know some killers that want me dead
    (Know some killers that want me dead)
    I know some killers that want me dead
    (I know some killers that want me dead)
    Know some niggas wit real money, wit that shit on my head
    And they got some killers around ’em
    And they know how to play it
    But I got some killers don’t want me dead
    I got some killers don’t want me dead
    (I got some killers don’t want me dead)
    I know some killers that want me dead
    (I know some killers that want me dead)
    I got some killers don’t want me dead
    (I got some killers don’t want me dead)
    I know some killers that want me dead
    (I know some killers that want me dead)


  • Chief Keef – Grab A Star (Thot Breaker Album)

    [Hook]
    Mama say I have trust issues
    I been feelin’ like Jesus
    She wants me to be her man
    I can’t baby, I’ma break you
    Baby, I would not lie to you
    I’d be careful if I were you
    I’m the one, but you might be too
    I’m not that liable
    Call me, pull off, skr-skr-skr-skr
    Smoking that a-la-la-la
    Give me that ah-ya-ya-ya
    Call me, let me pull off, right now, right now-now
    And when this drop starts to drop, baby look in the sky and grab a star

    [Verse]
    These bitches love Turbo and I love the purple
    I ball, Taj Gibson, baby boy, you look so fertile
    These bitches love Otto, their mouths be wide o-pen
    Been gettin’ it since snot nose, I was open and then I closed
    These bitches love Chief Lo, but I’m not so sweet though
    And she is a freak though, I put her to sleep though
    These hoes love Almighty, like Disney loved Miley
    Her boyfriend is spying, she’s like, "you have to hide me"
    These bitches love me, that’s all I can see
    I’m so obsessed with me, I be all I can be
    I don’t see brown or white, all I see is green
    To count all this cash, I might need a team

    [Hook]
    Mama say I have trust issues
    I been feelin’ like Jesus
    She wants me to be her man
    I can’t baby, I’ma break you
    Baby, I would not lie to you
    I’d be careful if I were you
    I’m the one, but you might be too
    I’m not that liable
    Call me, pull off, skr-skr-skr-skr
    Smoking that a-la-la-la
    Give me that ah-ya-ya-ya
    Call me, let me pull off, right now, right now-now
    And when this drop starts to drop, baby look in the sky and grab a star

    [Verse 2]
    Ooh, my car so retarded, the bitch just farted
    Pulled off like skrt, VIP access, I ain’t gotta park it
    All these darts on me no Walmart, will never fuck with Target
    And I’m sipping, but I can’t stop, I can’t be hardened
    These bitches love Big Gucci So, but I’m no rooty tooty though
    Don’t want [?], all you can know
    Row row ya boat, that’s all you can roll
    I’m stuffing these cones like an audience clones
    And I’m not really into mannequin though
    But I’m somewhere in the Madigan dough
    But I walk around like a manikin though
    Now yo bitch on the way
    She want this on me
    But she’s listening, can a bitch hold me?
    You can be lactose, still can’t shit on me
    Do the whole 200 on dash, with a 150 [?]

    [Hook]
    Mama say I have trust issues
    I been feelin’ like Jesus
    She wants me to be her man
    I can’t baby, I’ma break you
    Baby, I would not lie to you
    I’d be careful if I were you
    I’m the one, but you might be too
    I’m not that liable
    Call me, pull off, skr-skr-skr-skr
    Smoking that a-la-la-la
    Give me that ah-ya-ya-ya
    Call me, let me pull off, right now, right now-now
    And when this drop starts to drop, baby look in the sky and grab a star


  • Jasmin Jusic – Kralj Diskoteka

    Kralj sam diskoteka, djuskaj…
    kralj sam diskoteka

    Uspio sam u zivotu
    Bog mi dao sve
    i sto moze da se kupi
    ruke zarade

    Kabrio, dzip, limuzina
    sve po potrebi
    al’ ustvari sto mi treba
    to si samo ti

    [REF.]
    Kralj sam diskoteka
    svuda VIP
    sve se meni nude
    samo neces ti

    Kralj sam diskoteka
    a trosit’ nemam s kim
    reci mi sve zelje, maco
    da ti ispunim

    Uspio sam u zivotu
    Bog mi dao sve
    i sto moze da se kupi
    ruke zarade

    Prada, Gucci i Armani
    po mjeri mi kroje
    a ja oko struka samo
    zelim ruke tvoje

    [REF.]
    Kralj sam diskoteka
    svuda VIP
    sve se meni nude
    samo neces ti


  • Tech N9ne – Mo’ Ammo (feat. Murs & Rittz) (Dominion Deluxe Version Album)

    [Verse 1: Murs]
    I’m in my bass pro camo, lookin’ like a Rambo
    Military sack strapped with some Roman candles
    I’m ’bout to light it up like it’s Independence Day
    I do it underground, that’s the independent way
    I got a dinner date, I’m ten minutes late
    With this chick that I met up on the internate
    I mean the internet, I mean that fucking app
    I mean a meth head, I met her in the fucking trap (huh?)
    No, what the fuck is that?
    I met her at a show (oh)
    I’m like Jeezy, selling tickets like it’s fucking snow
    Or like I’m Yeezy, selling Yeezys, I’ll be Goddamned
    You gotta buy these VIP tickets, understand?
    I mean a stream is just a dream unless you’re front row
    A million views, we lookin’ good, but no dough
    I’m in the booth whippin’ merch like I’m in the kitchen
    Strange Music going stupid, it’s your new addiction

    [Hook: Murs]
    We got guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
    Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
    Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
    Don’t this music feel like you can fly?
    Guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
    Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
    Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
    Don’t this music feel like you can fly?

    [Verse 2: Rittz]
    Look, if you ain’t gave me my props yet, you late as fuck
    I like to think that I’m top five like Jada does
    Speeding past these rappers like they traffic cops with radar guns
    And counting so much money that my fingertips got paperc uts
    You play and talk to me, you sweet as lemonade or punch
    Can’t you say that captain saved a slut, I met your lady once
    We fucked and now it turned into a weekly visit
    Got her hooked like I was deep sea fishing
    And she mean business, she says she love to ride it all night
    I really get head and she got suction like a Dyson Upright
    I seen the sunlight, woke up and play some Maxwell
    She open wide and sat still
    I fucked her throat and filmed it, now that’s what I call a gag reel
    Again and again we win, while all you do is catch L’s
    My father ain’t a farmer but his son became a cash cow
    Revolvers on as fuck if you a boxer or a black belt
    Should’ve packed, yeah
    Go back on my double time shit and I bet you I spazz out

    [Hook: Murs]
    We got guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
    Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
    Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
    Don’t this music feel like you can fly?
    Guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
    Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
    Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
    Don’t this music feel like you can fly?

    [Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
    Growed with killas who rolled with Milla’s
    Some soulless niggas who go get liquor then blow spliffs wit ya
    Popo suspicious we sold tricks fixes to hold big riches
    These roguish wishes is so ridiculous
    Bogus bitches you Ho’s fictitious and Low wit glitches
    The Dough made you notice DIBKIS (I gotta stop)
    Flows is gifted I get throwed get twisted then bro gets wicked when I spit I’m bout to kill em and a soul is lifted (That nigga hot)
    My rap assignment give the industry an alignment rapper’s ain’t goin straight no mo’
    Image really need refinement let a nigga help recreate yo flow, and I’m gon’ design it to make mo’ dough shake mo Ho’s hey bro bro, this that N9ne shit! trippin! (why?)
    Cause I been drinkin like a camel, (yeah?)
    Tried to play me like a piano, (yeah?)
    Now I’m about to go Rambo packin’ mo’ ammo nigga!

    [Hook: Murs]
    We got guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
    Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
    Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
    Don’t this music feel like you can fly?
    Guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
    Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
    Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
    Don’t this music feel like you can fly?


  • Take A Mic – Interlude (Boite Noire Album)

    [Intro]
    Han, c’est magique
    Toujours la même recette l’ami
    Shabz, Take

    [Couplet 1]
    J’me fais rare comme une meuf bien sur les réseaux sociaux
    J’avance avec le même blaze, avec les mêmes cas sociaux
    J’vais tout niquer sur Paris, on parle de moi à Sochaux
    Les rappeurs font les bandits, ils peuvent pas payer l’eau chaude
    Avant, elle m’voyait comme une merde, maint’nant j’suis Papi Chulo
    Les deux pieds sur terre en mode avion, salope j’ai du boulot
    C’est dur d’essuyer des erreurs quand t’es au bout du rouleau
    On est installé dans le VIP, ta sœur veut boire au goulot
    Tu vois les Gucci, tu crois qu’j’ai moins d’soucis
    Incompris, mais j’demande pas d’sous-titre
    Insoumis, chez nous y’a pas d’sous-fifre
    Instinct d’survie, on t’nique ta grand-mère sur l’vif
    J’suis en tête d’affiche et dans les grandes boutiques
    La plaquette de mon poto quand t’allumes ton stick
    Drogue douce c’est ma voix, gros, canalise ton stress
    Drogue douce c’est ma voix, gros, canalise ton stress
    Fais voir ton cul, j’ai envie d’niquer
    Ramenez-moi au stud’, j’ai envie d’kicker
    L’hiver en bas des blocs, on sait pas skier
    Les sales gosses ont d’l’argent sale parce que c’est stylé
    J’suis acteur principal, ils préfèrent Sauvez Willy
    Comme B-2-o-b-a, j’vais dans ta mère en wheeling
    J’me fais per-pom dans l’bolide, elle met les warnings
    Tu peux être sûr qu’on s’arrêtera pas tant qu’on est pas winner
    J’vois même pas passer l’heure

    [Pont] x2
    Ceci n’est qu’une interlude
    Ceci n’est qu’une interlude
    Ceci n’est qu’une interlude
    Ça change rien, j’les allume

    [Couplet 2]
    Aucun BPM me résiste, j’écris sans la résine
    Mes lèvres donnent le tempo, et c’est mon cerveau qui rédige
    Mes textes, des fiches techniques, suivi par des bad bitchs
    J’te donne les répliques et j’me fais per-pom dans la régie
    On fait pas la course avec un moteur en sous-régime
    On connait la rue, ils révisent, on en perd du temps à rêver
    Le premier qu’on a servi, c’était pas l’premier arrivé
    Les derniers sont les premiers, j’m’en bats les couilles d’la ligne d’arrivée
    Ta meuf, c’est une pute avec des dossiers compressés
    Givenchy, j’suis décomplexé
    Tiens l’bracelet "backstage accès"
    Biatch, c’est ton jour d’essai
    Oh les mythos, ils sont dans l’excès, j’les entends parler d’drive-by en Lexus
    D’espèces et de grosses villas, à part Phillipp Plein, tu connais pas l’luxe
    Au comico’, tu connais la combine, nie
    Dis riens sur le plan qu’on a combiné
    J’suis dans un hôtel cinq étoiles et j’écris après minuit
    En attendant qu’elle vienne boire au robinet
    J’suis talentueux mais j’veux pas m’éteindre comme Robinho
    J’parle dans ma tête à mon binôme
    Les rappeurs d’aujourd’hui, ils alignent même pas six mots
    T’as pas le niveau de mes démos
    T’as pas la ce-for de mes démons
    J’ai gratté des seizes depuis qu’j’suis môme
    Le rap jeu c’est un cirque, eux c’est des clowns, j’suis le putain d’génie qui jongle avec les mots
    T’as pas la ce-for de mes démons
    J’ai gratté des seizes depuis qu’j’suis môme
    Le rap jeu c’est un cirque, eux c’est des clowns, j’suis le putain d’génie qui jongle avec les mots, envoie


  • Take A Mic – Planning (Boite Noire Album)

    [Refrain] x4
    Comment les faire planer ?
    J’dois rentrer la monnaie sans oublier d’briller, rajoute ça sur l’planning

    [Couplet 1]
    J’suis prêt, faut qu’ça dure
    J’compte plus les MCs qu’j’ai abattu
    La street et la hype m’ont entendu, paire de McQueen sur le bitume
    Meuf, j’peux pas répondre au tel, j’suis booké
    Tes ch’veux frisés me laissent pas anodins mais j’ai mille et un projets à boucler
    Cesse de bouder, fais à bouffer
    Élégant quand on sort, j’ai explosé tout mon budget
    On met les gants quand tu dors
    Un coup d’feu dans le VIP, c’est une soirée arrosée
    Parle à mon manager, c’est 2 000 balles juste pour la demie-heure
    Monnaie dans ma tête, monnaie dans mon cœur
    Le flow d’un rappeur, le swag d’un rockeur

    [Refrain] x4
    Comment les faire planer ?
    J’dois rentrer la monnaie sans oublier d’briller, rajoute ça sur l’planning

    [Couplet 2]
    Y’a rien qui change
    Si j’fais du blé, démarre la caisse et j’vais m’perdre au milieu des Champs
    Faut saisir ta chance, à part les envieux, les haineux, rien d’bien méchant
    Sur la tournée, ta chienne est détournée, faut bien remplir la chambre, nan ?
    Choisis ton camp, la concur’ ils sont pas à l’heure où j’te parle, j’ai de l’or sur les dents
    Y’en a qui regrettent et qui retournent leur veste car j’suis plus sur le banc
    J’augmente le niveau, et les meufs et le rap c’était bien mieux avant, nan ?

    [Refrain] x4
    Comment les faire planer ?
    J’dois rentrer la monnaie sans oublier d’briller, rajoute ça sur l’planning


  • Yung Tory & Lil Durk – Run It Up

    [Hook: Yung Tory]
    These niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
    She get lit when I play that water
    I’m in the VIP with yo’ baby momma
    I take her to the crib, you took her to Benihana
    I ain’t never bought a hoe McDonald’s
    I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda

    [Verse 1: Yung Tory]
    I don’t know why these niggas talkin’
    Like I don’t be with niggas that want lot from ’em
    Leave ’em in the creek like its Dawson
    Bitch I’m saucin’ baby I’m saucin’
    So you should let me hit it ya
    I came through at the gym, you never hit it raw
    She gave her number but I didn’t call
    She want a nigga lit I got alcohol
    Ay girl if you ain’t tryna turn up, please don’t get involved
    Shawty she a freak she gon take it off
    Yeah take it off, holding when I’m playin’ golf
    These niggas mad hatin’ on me shake ’em off
    I just play my part
    Girl you know I’mma fuck it all
    Young nigga I’mma run it up
    I don’t got no friends so who can I trust

    [Hook: Yung Tory]
    These niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
    She get lit when I play that water
    I’m in the VIP with yo’ baby momma
    I take her to the crib, you took her to Benihana
    I ain’t never bought a hoe McDonald’s
    I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
    You niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
    She get lit when I play that water

    [Verse 2: Lil Durk]
    Don’t take her to no crib, take her to hotels
    I might buy her 1s, you buy that hoe Chanel
    I might buy her food you gon’ do that hoe nails
    Killas all around me, none of my niggas gon’ tell
    Put that on my son
    Ay, I’mma keep my gun
    Ay, bitch I’m not the one
    Ay, shootouts do not want one
    Bitch yo’ dream on, bitch this is just a theme song
    Bitch I am yo’ ringtone, 14 for these jeans hoe
    I got my AP on, Loubs get my bleed on
    Finessin’ til the weed gone
    I got my dick eaten on
    Yea, yeah yeah
    Get some head inside the car
    Hey, told that bitch that I’m a star
    Shit, and that goes all on mars
    She, fuck with percs, don’t fuck with bars yeah
    Yeah yeah

    [Hook: Yung Tory]
    These niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
    She get lit when I play that water
    I’m in the VIP with yo’ baby momma
    I take her to the crib, you took her to Benihana
    I ain’t never bought a hoe McDonald’s
    I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
    You niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
    She get lit when I play that water

    [Outro: Yung Tory]
    Yeah I’mma run it up
    I don’t got no friends so who can I trust
    I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
    Young nigga I’mma run it up
    I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
    Yeah yeah
    Yeah I’m yo’ father
    I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
    Run it up, run it up, run it up yeah


  • Natasha Bedingfield – Let Go

    I have to keep reminding myself
    I’m not like anyone else
    That’s my face on my ID
    That makes me VIP
    No one exactly like this
    No one with my finger prints
    No one can touch you like me
    No I can’t fake what you see

    They told me ‘Girl to get your way, you’ve got to be a bitch’
    They say a guy won’t get the girl if he’s not filthy rich
    You start with little changes till you don’t know who you are
    Surround yourself with friends who only call you Superstar
    Oh yeah (oh yeah)
    Oh yeah (oh yeah)
    Oh yeah (oh yeah)
    Ready steady, ready let’s go!
    But you don’t know who you are

    The sky is the limit and I just want to float
    Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
    Cut the strings and let me go
    I’m weightless
    I’m weightless
    Millions of balloons tethered to the ground
    Weight of the world tries to hold us down
    Cut the strings and let me go
    I’m weightless
    I’m weightless

    I’m weightless
    I’m weightless
    I’m weightless

    All the things I held in my fist
    If I don’t let go I don’t exist
    They become the things that define me
    How I look and the things to buy me
    That’s not important anymore
    I feel me rising off the floor
    Light as a feather
    I’m carefree
    I’m weightless

    The sky is the limit and I just want to float
    Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
    Cut the strings and let me go
    I’m weightless
    I’m weightless
    Millions of balloons tethered to the ground
    Weight of the world tries to hold us down
    Cut the strings and let me go
    I’m weightless
    I’m weightless

    I’m weightless
    (Oh Yeah)
    I’m weightless
    (Oh Yeah)
    I’m weightless

    They told me ‘Girl to get your way, you’ve got to be a bitch’
    They say a guy won’t get the girl if he’s not filthy rich
    It seems to me that’s so heavy and weighs you down like lead
    Don’t wanna be someone I hate cause that don’t make no sense, no

    The sky is the limit and I just want to float
    Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
    Cut the strings and let me go
    I’m weightless
    I’m weightless

    The sky is the limit and I just want to float
    Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
    Cut the strings and let me go
    I’m weightless
    I’m weightless
    Millions of balloons tethered to the ground
    Weight of the world tries to hold us down
    Cut the strings and let me go
    I’m weightless
    I’m weightless
    (Ready set, ready let’s go)

    Oh yeah (oh yeah)
    Oh yeah (oh yeah)
    I’m free as a spirit


  • Vanilla Ice – Ice Ice Baby

    Yo, VIP, let’s kick it!

    Ice ice baby
    Ice ice baby
    All right stop
    Collaborate and listen
    Ice is back with my brand new invention
    Something grabs a hold of me tightly
    Then I flow that a harpoon daily and nightly
    Will it ever stop?
    Yo, I don’t know
    Turn off the lights and I’ll glow
    To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
    Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle

    Dance
    Bum rush the speaker that booms
    I’m killin’ your brain like a poisonous mushroom
    Deadly, when I play a dope melody
    Anything less that the best is a felony
    Love it or leave it
    You better gain way
    You better hit bull’s eye
    The kid don’t play
    If there was a problem
    Yo, I’ll solve it
    Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

    Ice ice baby Vanilla
    Ice ice baby Vanilla
    Ice ice baby Vanilla
    Ice ice baby Vanilla

    Now that the party is jumping
    With the bass kicked in, the Vegas are pumpin’
    Quick to the point, to the point no faking
    I’m cooking MC’s like a pound of bacon
    Burning them if they’re not quick and nimble
    I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
    And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
    I’m on a roll and it’s time to go solo
    Rollin in my 5.0
    With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
    The girlies on standby
    Waving just to say hi
    Did you stop?
    No, I just drove by
    Kept on pursuing to the next stop
    I busted a left and I’m heading to the next block
    That block was dead

    Yo so I continued to a1a Beachfront Ave
    Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
    Rock man lovers driving Lamborghini
    Jealous ’cause I’m out getting mine
    Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine
    Ready for the chumps on the wall
    The chumps are acting ill because they’re so full of eight balls
    Gunshots ranged out like a bell
    I grabbed my nine
    All I heard were shells
    Fallin’ on the concrete real fast
    Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
    Bumper to bumper the avenue’s packed
    I’m tryin’ to get away before the jackers jack
    Police on the scene
    You know what I mean
    They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends
    If there was a problem
    Yo, I’ll solve it
    Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

    Ice ice baby Vanilla
    Ice ice baby Vanilla
    Ice ice baby Vanilla
    Ice ice baby Vanilla

    Take heed, ’cause I’m a lyrical poet
    Miami’s on the scene just in case you didn’t know it
    My town, that created all the bass sound
    Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
    ‘Cause my style’s like a chemical spill
    Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
    Conducted and formed
    This is a hell of a concept
    We make it hype and you want to step with this
    Shay plays on the fade, slice it like a ninja
    Cut like a razor blade so fast
    Other DJ’s say, "damn"
    If my rhyme was a drug
    I’d sell it by the gram
    Keep my composure when it’s time to get loose
    Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
    If there was a problem
    Yo, I’ll solve it!
    Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

    Ice ice baby Vanilla
    Ice ice baby Vanilla
    Ice ice baby Vanilla
    Ice ice baby Vanilla

    Yo man, let’s get out of here
    Word to your mother

    Ice ice baby
    Too cold
    Ice ice baby
    Too cold too cold
    Ice ice baby
    Too cold
    Ice ice baby
    Too cold too cold


  • COSMO – Lights Out lyrics

    Yeah…oh…
    Lights out [x2]

    I’m late to the party ‘cause it started at 9
    I gotta call up my ex, so I’m runnin’ behind
    I’m wearing my stilettos with a couple of…
    And tonight, I’m hanging up ‘cause I wanna get loose

    I think I’m gonna fall in love with the DJ tonight…
    And make him press all my buttons ‘till the music is right. [x2]

    And turn the…

    [Chorus: ]

    (lights out)
    I just wanna move (wanna move)
    Now turn the…(lights out)
    Wind me up and see what I can do
    Turn the…(lights out)
    Don’t you wanna play (wanna play)
    And turn the…(lights out)
    We can party (and party)

    And wave hands in the air and my make-up is smeared
    I think I’m loosing my mind, so many boys up in here
    And the damn VIP is the place for me
    I’m not with that…but I’m cool as can be

    I think I fell in love with the DJ tonight…
    I let him press my buttons ‘till the music is right. [x2]

    We turn the…

    [Chorus x2]

    And when the light’s out…

    This is the part when you turn me on (uh huh)
    This is the part when you turn me on
    But first, you press play, and then turn me on
    First you press play, and then you turn me on.

    Put your hands up [x4]
    Hands up (x2)

    [Chorus]

    L-l-l-lights out…(x5)


  • Jacquees & Dej Loaf – At The Club (Fuck A Friend Zone Album)

    [Hook: Jacquees]
    Met her in the club
    All the ballers showing love
    Can you party with a thug
    I’m just trying to show you love
    VIP we got it packed
    This is where the party at
    You’re the one I wanna know
    So tell me how it’s supposed to go

    [Verse 1: Dej Loaf]
    He said meet me in Miami
    Ever been on a jet girl don’t you panic
    Get used to the whips and the mansions
    He ain’t know I was this thick
    T-Shirt, Panties
    We hit the club together we tip the dancers
    Might grab a couple if they really attractive
    Or I can keep it classy I can get romantic
    It’s all up to you
    What you wanna do

    [Pre-Hook: Jacquees]
    I used to love em, leave em
    Girl it’s something about you
    Think I’ma keep you
    Pull up in the Wagon I put the Jeep up
    Girl we living lavish so kick your feet up

    [Hook: Jacquees]
    Met her in the club
    All the ballers showing love
    Can you party with a thug
    I’m just trying to show you love
    VIP we got it packed
    This is where the party at
    You’re the one I wanna know
    So tell me how it’s supposed to go

    [Verse 2: Jacquees]
    Let’s take a trip to the other side
    Tell me if you’re thinking otherwise
    You’re a boss I wanna treat you
    I know you tired of all the leeches
    Girl I’m in love with all your features
    And I will love you til your knees weak
    It could be simple but it ain’t easy
    I know you know what’s up
    It’s all on us

    [Pre-Hook: Dej Loaf]
    I used to love em, leave em
    Boy it’s something bout you
    Think I’ma keep you
    I pull up in the Wagon I put the Jeep up
    Boy we living lavish kick your feet up

    [Bridge: Dej Loaf]
    All I wanna do
    Is get away with you
    You had me at hello, what’s up
    What we gonna do when we leave this club

    [Hook: Jacquees]
    Met her in the club
    All the ballers showing love
    Can you party with a thug
    I’m just trying to show you love
    VIP we got it packed
    This is where the party at
    You’re the one I wanna know
    So tell me how it’s supposed to go


  • DLG – Alonzo paroles

    Paroles Alonzo – DLG

    Pour cinquante euros, on les a corrompus
    Ils me font tous les vrais mais c’est que des faux culs
    Quartiers nord de Marseille, donnez-moi le Go
    Je vais tous me les faire, donnez-moi le Go
    Au fusil à lunette, je regarde la concu’
    Tellement ils m’ennuient, je regarde des gros culs
    Quartiers nord de Marseille, donnez-moi le Go
    Je vais tous me les faire, donnez-moi le Go.(dlg)

    Je vais tous me les faire, donnez-moi le Go
    La conduite est nerveuse, j’ai changé le pot
    Je traverse le temps comme ton Avenue
    J’vous mets tous à l’amende et j’y ai pris goût
    Je sortais pas en boîte, peur de me faire pointer
    Maintenant, ils allongent pour que je vienne chanter
    Même quand je volais des habits, j’avais du goût
    Pour lui mettre un coup, pas besoin d’boire un coup
    On bouge en Espagne, va faire le plein de gasolina
    Tendu est le climat, comportement Totò Riina
    Hasta la vista, hasta siempre
    Je chante la misère du tieks sur un synthé’
    Pourquoi tu t’es marié si t’as pas le bonheur ?
    Après l’heure, c’est plus l’heure
    Avant j’avais rien, je fraudais le métro
    J’ai plus de soucis depuis qu’je roule en Merco.

    Pour cinquante euros, on les a corrompus
    Ils me font tous les vrais mais c’est que des faux culs
    Quartiers nord de Marseille, donnez-moi le Go
    Je vais tous me les faire, donnez-moi le Go
    Au fusil à lunette, je regarde la concu’
    Tellement ils m’ennuient, je regarde des gros culs
    Quartiers nord de Marseille, donnez-moi le Go
    Je vais tous me les faire, donnez-moi le Go.

    Je suis en classe affaires, toi t’es en Ouigo
    En loge présidentielle avec mes amigos
    On aime trop le foot mais la vie c’est la mêlée
    Des placages au sol, des schmitts, chez nous sont mals lunés
    On revient de loin, casse pas les couilles, on veut des loves
    Elle t’as sucé le premier soir, t’es tombé love
    Meskina, prie pour ton fils
    La vie n’a plus de sens ici, yemma
    On a grandi ensemble, soit content pour moi
    Je ne traine plus au bar, ne m’en voulez pas
    J’ai fais confiance, on m’a trahi, j’ai pardonné
    Fous-moi la paix, y’a d’la frappe dans mon calumet
    Elle a changé ma vie, j’m’y attendais pas
    Si demain elle me quitte, je m’en remettrai pas
    Je risque de mourir en club, au carré VIP
    Trahi par un gars de mon équipe.

    Pour cinquante euros, on les a corrompus
    Ils me font tous les vrais mais c’est que des faux culs
    Quartiers nord de Marseille, donnez-moi le Go
    Je vais tous me les faire, donnez-moi le Go
    Au fusil à lunette, je regarde la concu’
    Tellement ils m’ennuient, je regarde des gros culs
    Quartiers nord de Marseille, donnez-moi le Go
    Je vais tous me les faire, donnez-moi le Go.

    Les histoires, j’écoute pas
    Señorita, j’ai connu la lère-ga
    Ça bouge pas, ça bouge pas
    Mira, mira
    C’est la vida locaaa.(dlg)
    Alonzo paroles
    Video Alonzo


  • MC Bilal – Wenn Das Liebe Ware (Alles Zu Seiner Zeit Deluxe Edition Album)

    [Part 1]
    Ich dachte dein Versprechen hält, noch letztes Jahr
    Hast du mir gesagt: "Wir sind ein perfektes Paar"
    Ich habe dir vertraut und glaubte jeden Satz
    Anscheinend war ich fehl am Platz
    Du bist eine Narbe in meinem Leben und deswegen will ich dich nicht seh’n
    Deine Lügen brauchst du nicht erzähl’n
    Heute gehst du raus mit jedem, ich hab’ alles für dich aufgegeben
    Und plötzlich ist es aus gewesen
    Die Frau mit Ehre ist jetzt unterwegs, mit jedem Hund zu seh’n
    Und laufe ich an dir vorbei, brauchst du dich nicht umzudreh’n
    Und dann rumzusteh’n und mich anzustarr’n
    Ich bin kein Bonze, ich hab keinen Anzug an
    Wie die aus deiner Scheinwelt
    Anscheinend war ich nicht zu VIP genug für dich, mit meinem Kleingeld
    Und jedes Mal wenn ich dran denk’, was ich dir alles gab
    Hass’ ich mich selbst, weil du für mich alles warst
    Ich gab dir, was du wolltest, gab dir mein ganzes Leben
    Doch was hast du gegeben, außer all die Tränen?
    Ich hab jetzt nachgedacht und bin so kalt geworden
    In meinen Augen bist du halt gestorben!

    [Hook]
    Wenn das Liebe wäre, würd es niemals enden
    Eine Beziehung würde man niemals beenden
    Mein Diamant, ich trug dich auf den Händen
    Doch wenn das Liebe wäre, würdest du doch niemals weggeh’n

    Wenn das Liebe wäre, würd es niemals enden
    Eine Beziehung würde man niemals beenden
    Mein Diamant, ich trug dich auf den Händen
    Doch wenn das Liebe wäre, würdest du doch niemals weggeh’n

    [Part 2]
    Bild dir nix ein auf die Zeilen, die ich für dich schreib’
    Bild dir nix ein auf die Zeilen, die ich für dich schreib’
    Bild dir nix ein auf die Zeilen, die ich für dich schreib’
    Will dir nur zeigen, wie tief man sinken kann in so ‘ner kurzen Zeit
    Ich schloss dich in mein Herz und gab dir mein Vertrauen
    In meinem Leben gab es für mich keine andre Frau
    Ich dachte wirklich, dass wir beide eine Zukunft haben
    Mit wie viel’n Männern hab ich mich wegen dir rumgeschlagen?
    Doch all das warst du wert in diesem Augenblick
    Heute seh ich nichts mehr, wenn ich dir in die Augen blick’
    Ich war dein Mann, dein Beschützer und du brauchtest mich
    Doch du verkauftest mich – ein für alle Mal
    Und ich hatt’ keine Wahl, außer dich zu hassen, Schatz
    Danke für die Narben, die du hinterlassen hast
    Danke für den Schmerz, danke für den Kummer
    Tu mir ein’n Gefallen und lösch mal meine Nummer
    Lösch alles, worauf ich zu seh’n bin, ich bitte dich
    Du willst ein’n Neuanfang, doch heute will ich nicht
    Ich will dich nicht mehr seh’n, ich kann dich nicht ertragen
    An deiner Stelle würd ich nichts mehr sagen!

    [Hook]
    Wenn das Liebe wäre, würd es niemals enden
    Eine Beziehung würde man niemals beenden
    Mein Diamant, ich trug dich auf den Händen
    Doch wenn das Liebe wäre, würdest du doch niemals weggeh’n

    Wenn das Liebe wäre, würd es niemals enden
    Eine Beziehung würde man niemals beenden
    Mein Diamant, ich trug dich auf den Händen
    Doch wenn das Liebe wäre, würdest du doch niemals weggeh’n