Da$h – As If You Ain’t Know

[Intro]
Fuck 12 *distorted*
About like half a pint in, ain’t even 10 AM
Radric Davis would be proud, and be ashamed of you faggot ass niggas
RIP Screw, Blackout Boyz, uh

[Hook: Da$H]
Mask up on our faces so we never caught the cases
Young niggas trapping, rapping, now we living dangerous
Never gave a shit, so what we wanted, yeah, we take it
Pistol in my lap, I’m just avoiding complications
This .30 in this bitch, I get to busting, ain’t no aiming
It’s Mr. Never Lacking, packing every situation
My bitch think I’m gon’ die from this fucking high that I’m chasing
Fuck ’bout being famous, my niggas popping, I make it

[Verse 1: Da$H]
I’m sick of niggas lying ’bout everything that they rhyming
I’m riding through your hood, you ain’t never there, you hiding
It’s like the playing manhunt, these pussy niggas ain’t stand-up
Before they throw they hands up these faggots’ll pull they cam up
RIP [?], I’m on my Pimp C diet
Shit, I wonder why a nigga ain’t died yet
Six lines, seven ounces, ain’t high yet
Nine blunts, ten pills, I ain’t flying yet
B-L-K-O-U-T-B-O-Y-Z
‘Til I’m six F-E-E-T, yeah, you know me
Dolla general, second in command
Got the bag of rolled greens in the middle of my hand
You wasn’t down with the fucking clique if you ain’t have no bread
Just understand, but enough with the sentiment
Intelligent degenerate, you buying it, I’m selling it
Rolling with some predicates, going where the cheddar is
You fucking know

[Hook: Da$H]
Mask up on our faces so we never caught the cases
Young niggas trapping, rapping, now we living dangerous
Never gave a shit, so what we wanted, yeah, we take it
Pistol in my lap, I’m just avoiding complications
This .30 in this bitch, I get to busting, ain’t no aiming
It’s Mr. Never Lacking, packing every situation
My bitch think I’m gon’ die from this fucking high that I’m chasing
Fuck ’bout being famous, my niggas popping, I make it

[Verse 2: $ha Hef]
Fuck aiming, I’m shooting at will
He dead but I’m shooting him still
My pops told me shoot ’til he still
He pussy, go in for the kill
Black Market be killing for real
My young niggas shoot for a thrill
Where I’m from we don’t pray for a deal
Miracle, you get bond or appeal
Every night I sleep tight with the steel
My lil billies go fight for a meal
I pour fo’s in my Sprite ’til it spill
You might just lose your life on a drill
Da$H told me "get ’em" I got ’em all
Wasn’t gon’ leave ’til I shot ’em all
Scope on the pistol, I spot ’em all
If it’s a stain, then we spot ’em all
Bitch watchu need, know I got it all
Roxies, got oxies, got Tylenol
Po’d up an eighth then I nodded off
He was running his mouth ’til I shot it off
Chopped up the body, then drop it off
Nose on the shotty, we chop it off
If it’s a problem then pop it off
‘Fore I have to cock the rocket, knock it off
I was really getting trap money
Percocet and that crack money
You can come and get a pack from me
Still clap a nigga if he act funny
Off every drug, I’ma blackout
Still ride around with the Mac out
Water whipping, beat the pack out
Now it got me bringing all these racks out

[Hook: Da$H]
Mask up on our faces so we never caught the cases
Young niggas trapping, rapping, now we living dangerous
Never gave a shit, so what we wanted, yeah, we take it
Pistol in my lap, I’m just avoiding complications
This .30 in this bitch, I get to busting, ain’t no aiming
It’s Mr. Never Lacking, packing every situation
My bitch think I’m gon’ die from this fucking high that I’m chasing
Fuck ’bout being famous, my niggas popping, I make it

[Verse: Man Z]
Mugga back up on his grind, I think I’m losing my mind
Niggas be lying, niggas be dropping them dimes
Baby girl don’t waste my time, [?] is fine
Business calls all on my line, all ’bout them B’s and I’m fine
Nigga that’s righteous, all of my niggas they tight
They gon’ get money and fight, then hop on the flight
Squad deep, know the set I claim, always let it reign on my side of town
Graduated from the streets nigga with some Henny stains on my cap and gown
Xans all in my draws homie, that white man in my pocket
Fuck 12, I don’t know shit, bitch KOD, you can’t knock it
Locked in the studio we stay, life of them diamonds everyday
Run to the money, no relay, bring that shit back like a replay
Shorty let’s kick it like East bay, she wanna fuck me what she say
Gimme a minute then we play, M-I, Dama Quince
I just be tryna get my chicken, niggas cry broke, yeah they all bitching
Over the stove where the hoes whipping, after they done, clean the whole kitchen
I’m a real nigga, don’t know snitching, all by the bag, all I know riches
All on the fill, all my foes pitching, slice up your neck, have your throat missing

[Hook: Da$H]
Mask up on our faces so we never caught the cases
Young niggas trapping, rapping, now we living dangerous
Never gave a shit, so what we wanted, yeah, we take it
Pistol in my lap, I’m just avoiding complications
This .30 in this bitch, I get to busting, ain’t no aiming
It’s Mr. Never Lacking, packing every situation
My bitch think I’m gon’ die from this fucking high that I’m chasing
Fuck ’bout being famous, my niggas popping, I make it

Cam’ron – Hello (feat. Don Q)

[Intro: Cam’ron]
Had to do this far my man, Murph

[Intro: Don Q]
Don

[Intro: Cam’ron]
Killa!
HELLO!
Rip Murph!

[Verse 1: Don Q]
Talking to lead, I’m one of the last few
Had to get my respect, it was past due
Through with my past, I just reminisce when I pass through
Moving them bags, tryin’ to get ’em flipped ’til my stash grew
Shooters that blast over the nonsense when the cash blue
Ask who? He was there when nobody actually cared
Real shit, had to share his kicks for half of the year
And now I take mine and I take his daughter shopping
Same nigga pull up to your door with the .40 knockin’
I got niggas quarter coppin’, coke in the water, lockin’
All they ever knew was hustle, cause they never saw an option
I’m hearin’ the sneak dissin’, I’m tryin’ to ignore the gossip
Third tape better be an earthquake before I drop it
I hear the hoes ponderin’, I got a cult followin’
Joe Carroll, I throw arrows into your soul hollerin’
I probably not the most known but I’m the most confident
The most relatable, no debatable, most dominant
I’m in need of a blessin’, I’m blowing weed to the heavens
Cause in my dream I was destined to see me speedin’ in 7s
When you look in the mirror, nigga, and see your reflection
Is you really or not? That’s the easiest question
I’m around OG’s, that was sellin’ ki’s out the Westin
Never leave ya protection, and never speak off confessions
Y’all niggas getting lost, when they only need a direction
Feel it when you look at his momma face, and see the aggression
DON!

[Hook: Cam’ron]
HELLO
Aw man
Harlem World
HELLO
High Bridge
HELLO
Bronx, Queens
HELLO
Brooklyn
HELLO
Staten Island
HELLO
Aw man
My bad ladies
HELLO
You gettin’ money?
HELLO
You fuck with snitches?
HELL No
Ok
HELLO
HELLO
HELLO
Aw man

[Verse 2: Cam’ron]
He know killers, y’all know Killa
Fast cars, speed boats, all sorts of villas
Bad girls, jewelry, drive-bys, chinchillas
R-I-P to Mike but I’m the real Thriller
I’m done with that though
I ain’t beefin with the family man
Shit I’m still in the PJ’s like candy man
With dudes sellin’ whole halves of candy yams
Despite that the garage look like Candy Land
Candy painted, ain’t nothing about me tainted
Drove every car, you name it, look homie, come get acquainted
Can’t change it or rearrange it, disclaimer because I’m heinous
The 9 will make you famous, Blow! That’s for the plaintiff
The gun range no goggles, the targets they testin’ nozzles
The bullets they on point, them points you call hollows
In the club we get the bottles, we leave it we hit the throttle
Then pull up inside McDonald’s with porn stars and models
Look nigga you can’t erase me
Debate me, rape me, I’m Spacey
These bitches, they want my baby, nah baby, but you can taste me
The guns got no safety, in DC, for when they grazed me
And I ain’t been postin’ lately, y’all would really hate me
Yeah homie, it’s a blessin’, I’m here to answer the questions
I’m the OG Don Q was talkin about at the Westin
Yeah, yeah, baby let that molly rock
Niggas suckas, I’ma start sellin’ lolli pops

[Hook: Cam’ron]
HELLO
Aw man
She sniffed a line
HELLO
Damn that ass fat
HELLO
Down south
HELLO
Midwest
HELLO
West coast
HELLO
Aw man
HELLO
You gettin money?
HELLO
You actin funny?
Hell no
Ok
HELLO
HELLO
HELLO
Aw man

Young Nudy – Hell Shell

[Chorus]
Yeah, a shell
Yeah, whole lot of shells
Yeah yeah, slime he hell
Yeah yeah, niggas can tell
Yeah, I shoot a nigga if he tell
Yeah, dawg, don’t, don’t tell
Nah, dawg, don’t tell
Yeah, I send you to hell
Yeah yeah, send me to hell
Yeah, before a young nigga go tell
Yeah yeah, slime he hell
Yeah yeah, niggas can tell
Yeah, I shoot a nigga if he tell
Yeah, dawg, don’t, don’t tell
Nah, dawg, don’t tell
Yeah, I send you to hell

[Verse 2]
Ridin’ out, drop top
Yeah, no roof
Yeah, in the coupe
Cock back, gun I shoot
Yeah, who is you?
Push up, and I do, what I do
Know I do what I do
I love to do what I do
So don’t play, want to play, eat your face
Broad day, with the K, and a chain, and my paper
Lot of haters, motivators
Nigga fuck you, It’s the vapor
Got a big strap, it’s a laser
I’m an alien, it’s a taser

[Chorus]
Yeah, a shell
Yeah, whole lot of shells
Yeah yeah, slime he hell
Yeah yeah, niggas can tell
Yeah, I shoot a nigga if he tell
Yeah, dawg, don’t, don’t tell
Nah, dawg, don’t tell
Yeah, I send you to hell
Yeah yeah, send me to hell
Yeah, before a young nigga go tell
Yeah yeah, slime he hell
Yeah yeah, niggas can tell
Yeah, I shoot a nigga if he tell
Yeah, dawg, don’t, don’t tell
Nah, dawg, don’t tell
Yeah, I send you to hell

[Verse 3]
Y’all niggas some suckers, y’all niggas some busters
Your bitch on my mail (yeah she suck)
I love getting this money
I stack it up all of this money, these bitches they love me
Bitches be fuckin’ on slime ball
‘Cause slime ball he be really getting all the money (big slime)
And I be just sippin’ this lean
And sucker nigga you ain’t getting no money
You sippin’ that green, I’m sippin’ that Act, and I’m sippin’ that red
Piss on the bitch, I piss on her mouth, it ain’t nothin but red
These niggas be hating, in love with that money, do nothing but bread
You thinking about robbing, you think about it, it ain’t nothing but lead

[Chorus]
Yeah, a shell
Yeah, whole lot of shells
Yeah yeah, slime he hell
Yeah yeah, niggas can tell
Yeah, I shoot a nigga if he tell
Yeah, dawg, don’t, don’t tell
Nah, dawg, don’t tell
Yeah, I send you to hell
Yeah yeah, send me to hell
Yeah, before a young nigga go tell
Yeah yeah, slime he hell
Yeah yeah, niggas can tell
Yeah, I shoot a nigga if he tell
Yeah, dawg, don’t, don’t tell
Nah, dawg, don’t tell
Yeah, I send you to hell

Smino – Wild Irish Roses (Live)

It ain’t no Backwoods on this side of town
Wanna ride with me to get some more?
Pick a couple of Wild Irish Roses
You lookin’ mmm-mmm-mmm delectable
Made arrangements for that edible
Double booked if it’s cool, your friend can roll through
Casa su casa, how’s yo Spanish?
You kick it off, home field advantage
Got Gatorade on ice, lil boo, stay cool
Second stop we done made
Can’t find no Woods and it’s gettin’ late
I might just pull over
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm-mmm
Lil shawty got me standin’ at attention
Cuidado
This that two-a-days bench press
Repetition
Equinox
Oops, I mean Equinox
Smeezy F Baby and the F is for the Faneto
Triangles, down, up, circle
Like it’s a cheat code, I stick for the joy
She sayin’ it’s sweet, callin’ me chico
I dig in her earth deep, she quaking
I’m from juptir, baby get with an alien
Crazy, I popped a little somethin’
I’m seein’ 3D
We saw Nefertiti, you won’t believe me
Posted up like a lamp, come rub on a genie
I know you wish for forever, ever, you see me
My stones rolling but fuck it, you rockin’ with me
Yeah you rockin’ with me
Somethin’ ’bout yah lil convo, you do somethin’ for me
And I ain’t cold with geometry but you a cute mothafucka
It ain’t no Backwoods on this side of town
Wanna ride with me to get some more?
Pick a couple of Wild Irish Roses
You lookin’ mmm-mmm-mmm delectable
Made arrangements for that edible
Double booked if it’s cool, yo friend can roll through
Casa su casa, how’s yo Spanish?
You kick it off, home field advantage
Got Gatorade on ice, lil boo, stay cool
Second stop we done made
Can’t find no Woods and it’s gettin’ late
I might just pull over
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm-mmm
It ain’t no Backwoods on this side of town
Wanna ride with me to get some more?
Pick a couple of Wild Irish Roses

Arin Ray – We Ain’t Homies

[Chorus]
Fuck the topic
Why you on it?
Stop that acting like you know me
Talking ’bout my old friends like we homies
I get a high living
They don’t know me
Talking ’bout some old shit like you know me
Like you know me
Nigga you don’t know me
Talking ’bout my old bitch like you know me
You don’t know me
Nigga we ain’t homies, no no

[Post-Chorus]
Damn
Are you for real, real, real, real, real?
See what’s the deal, deal, deal? Wait

[Verse 2]
See you need to back up, back up
Give me space, I need to stack up
Get my racks up
You a non-fucking factor
I done past ya
I done came a long way since The X Factor, hey
Damn
Where were you when we was broke?
Eatin’ Ramen Noodles from the corner store
I ain’t even see you when shit was low
So, don’t you try to act like you really know

[Pre-Chorus]
I mean for real, real, real, real, real
Hey, what’s the deal, deal, deal, deal?

[Chorus]
Fuck the topic
Why you on it?
Stop that acting like you know me
Talking ’bout my old friends like we homies
I get a high living
They don’t know me
Talking ’bout some old shit like you know me
Like you know me
Nigga you don’t know me
Talking ’bout my old bitch like you know me
You don’t know me
Nigga we ain’t homies, no no

[Verse 2]
You read about it
Don’t run your mouth
And you don’t know what you’re talking ’bout
You don’t know what I’m all about
You, you ain’t see how it all went down, down
I’m interested, what’s your motivation? (your motivation?)
You say you know me, but got no relation (got no relation)
Your Instagram got you feeling famous
Could give a damn ’bout your confirmation

[Chorus]
Fuck the topic
Why you on it?
Stop that acting like you know me
Talking ’bout my old friends like we homies
I get a high living
They don’t know me
Talking ’bout some old shit like you know me
Like you know me
Nigga you don’t know me
Talking ’bout my old bitch like you know me
You don’t know me
Nigga we ain’t homies, no no

[Outro]
Are you for real, real, real, real, real, real, real?
See what’s the deal, deal, deal?

Daniel Caesar – Get You (On Late Night With Seth Meyers) (Live)

Through drought and famine, natural disasters
My baby has been around for me
Kingdoms have fallen, angels be calling
None of that could ever make me leave
Every time I look into your eyes I see it
You’re all I need
Every time I get a bit inside I feel it
Ooh, who could’ve thought I’d get you
Ooh, who would’ve thought I’d get you
And when we’re making love
Your cries they can be heard from far and wide
It’s only the two of us
Everything I need’s between those thighs
Every time I look into your eyes I see it
You’re all I need
Every time I get a bit inside I feel it
Ooh, who could’ve thought I’d get you, oh yeah, oh yeah, baby
Ooh, who could’ve thought I’d get you
And I’ll take some time
Just to be thankful
That I had days full of you, you
Before it winds down into
The memories, It’s all just memories
Don’t you love when I come around (feel something that’s right somebody just tell somebody)
Build you up then I take you down (If you’ve got someone you like)
Don’t you love when I come around (feel something that’s right somebody just tell somebody)
Build you up then I take
Ooh, who could’ve thought I’d get you, oh yeah, oh yeah, baby
Ooh, who would’ve thought I’d get you
This feels like summer
Boy you make me feel so alive
Just be my lover
Boy you’ll lead me to paradise

Sabrina Claudio – Frozen (On TRL) (Live)

[Verse One]
If we could live in this moment
And just hold it
Keep my head on your chest
I’d never leave this bed

[Pre-Hook]
The flowers will be blooming
The leaves will be turning
And snow will be falling
While we’re making love
And the sun will be shining
The flowers still are blooming
Then leaves will turn again

[Hook]
But time will be frozen for us (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Time will be frozen for us (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Time will be frozen for us

[Verse Two]
Ohh, cover the window
And come uncover me
Let’s forget the world even exists
Cause nothing compares to this

[Pre-Hook]
The flowers will be blooming
The leaves will be turning
And snow will be falling
While we’re making love
And the sun will be shining
The flowers still are blooming
Then leaves will turn again

[Hook]
But time will be frozen for us (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Time will be frozen for us (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Time will be frozen for us

[Pre-Hook]
The flowers will be blooming
The leaves will be turning
And snow will be falling
While we’re making love
And the sun will be shining
The flowers still are blooming
Then leaves will turn again

[Hook]
But time will be frozen for us (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Time will be… (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Time will be frozen for us

Lady GaGa – The Cure (On The American Music Awards) (Live)

[Verse 1]
I’ll undress you, ’cause you’re tired
Cover you as you desire
When you fall asleep inside my arms
May not have the fancy things
But I’ll give you everything
You could ever want, it’s in my arms

[Pre-Chorus]
So baby tell me yes
And I will give you everything
So baby tell me yes
And I will be all yours tonight
So baby tell me yes
And I will give you everything
I will be right by your side

[Chorus]
If I can’t find the cure, I’ll
I’ll fix you with my love
No matter what you know, I’ll
I’ll fix you with my love
And if you say you’re okay
I’m gonna heal you anyway
Promise I’ll always be there
Promise I’ll be the cure (be the cure)

[Verse 2]
Rub your feet, your hands, your legs
Let me take care of it, babe
Close your eyes, I’ll sing your favorite song
I wrote you this lullaby
Hush now baby, don’t you cry
Anything you want could not be wrong

[Pre-Chorus]
So baby tell me yes
And I will give you everything
So baby tell me yes
And I will be all yours tonight
So baby tell me yes
And I will give you everything
I will be right by your side

[Chorus]
If I can’t find the cure, I’ll
I’ll fix you with my love
No matter what you know, I’ll
I’ll fix you with my love
And if you say you’re okay
I’m gonna heal you anyway
Promise I’ll always be there
Promise I’ll be the cure (be the cure)

[Bridge]
I’ll fix you with my love
(I’ll fix you with my love-lo-love)
I’ll fix you with my love
(I’ll fix you with my love-lo-love)

[Chorus]
If I can’t find the cure, I’ll
I’ll fix you with my love
No matter what you know, I’ll
I’ll fix you with my love
And if you say you’re okay
I’m gonna heal you anyway
Promise I’ll always be there
Promise I’ll be the cure (be the cure)
Promise I’ll be the cure (be the cure)

[Outro]
I’ll fix you with my love

Arin Ray – We Ain’t Homies

[Chorus]
Fuck the topic
Why you on it?
Stop that acting like you know me
Talking ’bout my old friends like we homies
I get a high living
They don’t know me
Talking ’bout some old shit like you know me
Like you know me
Nigga you don’t know me
Talking ’bout my old bitch like you know me
You don’t know me
Nigga we ain’t homies, no no

[Post-Chorus]
Damn
Are you for real, real, real, real, real?
See what’s the deal, deal, deal? Wait

[Verse 2]
See you need to back up, back up
Give me space, I need to stack up
Get my racks up
You a non-fucking factor
I done past ya
I done came a long way since The X Factor, hey
Damn
Where were you when we was broke?
Eatin’ Ramen Noodles from the corner store
I ain’t even see you when shit was low
So, don’t you try to act like you really know

[Pre-Chorus]
I mean for real, real, real, real, real
Hey, what’s the deal, deal, deal, deal?

[Chorus]
Fuck the topic
Why you on it?
Stop that acting like you know me
Talking ’bout my old friends like we homies
I get a high living
They don’t know me
Talking ’bout some old shit like you know me
Like you know me
Nigga you don’t know me
Talking ’bout my old bitch like you know me
You don’t know me
Nigga we ain’t homies, no no

[Verse 2]
You read about it
Don’t run your mouth
And you don’t know what you’re talking ’bout
You don’t know what I’m all about
You, you ain’t see how it all went down, down
I’m interested, what’s your motivation? (your motivation?)
You say you know me, but got no relation (got no relation)
Your Instagram got you feeling famous
Could give a damn ’bout your confirmation

[Chorus]
Fuck the topic
Why you on it?
Stop that acting like you know me
Talking ’bout my old friends like we homies
I get a high living
They don’t know me
Talking ’bout some old shit like you know me
Like you know me
Nigga you don’t know me
Talking ’bout my old bitch like you know me
You don’t know me
Nigga we ain’t homies, no no

[Outro]
Are you for real, real, real, real, real, real, real?
See what’s the deal, deal, deal?

RiFF RaFF – Tip Toe 2 (feat. Slim Jxmmi)

[Chorus]
Copped another foreign
Yesterday morning
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my
Just copped a foreign
Yesterday morning
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my

[Verse 1: RiFF RAFF]
Yeah, feel goodness sakes
I might cop a wraith
House on a lake, just in case
I spent 2 plus
Fuck a tour bus
Driver tryna tell me that I smoke too much
Bitch you fired
Goons get hired
Versace Mike Meyers
Turning heads like a pliers
Reset my roster
She better speak proper
Coulda been a doctor
Ferragamo fiber optic
You reach, I teach
Respect my handles
German jack-o-lantern, with the burberry pattern
Swap or switch blades
Chop block like King Kade
I done poured an 8 in my grape gatorade

[Chorus]
Copped another foreign
Yesterday morning
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my
Just copped a foreign
Yesterday morning
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my

[Verse 2: Slim Jxmmi]
First class status
You mad average
Leaving outta flight club, got mad baggage
Bought 3 pairs of shoes, spent 5 thousand
Red carpet, best dressed, shout out my stylist
All this water on me it’s a flood
Pretty girls said, "We wanna fuck"
I’m tip toeing to the bank thinking
Should I get the Bentley or the Wraith

[Chorus]
Copped another foreign
Yesterday morning
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my
Just copped a foreign
Yesterday morning
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my

[Verse 3: RiFF RAFF]
Bought a house on Lake Superior
I’m banked in Wisconsin
Kicked outta 7th grade, cocaine on my tonsils
Went to school to see girls and dressed fly
I said I was sober
Lie detectors determined that was a lie
Used to pop lockers while y’all was at lunch
Used to hide the vodka in my green Hawaiian Punch
I wasn’t too drunk, but I didn’t pass
Got a F in math, for having sex in the back of the class
Backlash, I dropped out of school the next week
Fast forward, I’m making 50k on every week
25k just to hear the jodie speak
Rubber band stretching like an athlete

[Chorus]
Copped another foreign
Yesterday morning
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my
Just copped a foreign
Yesterday morning
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my

RiFF RaFF – Tip Toe 2 (feat. Slim Jxmmi)

[Chorus]
Copped another foreign
Yesterday morning
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my
Just copped a foreign
Yesterday morning
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my

[Verse 1: RiFF RAFF]
Yeah, feel goodness sakes
I might cop a wraith
House on a lake, just in case
I spent 2 plus
Fuck a tour bus
Driver tryna tell me that I smoke too much
Bitch you fired
Goons get hired
Versace Mike Meyers
Turning heads like a pliers
Reset my roster
She better speak proper
Coulda been a doctor
Ferragamo fiber optic
You reach, I teach
Respect my handles
German jack-o-lantern, with the burberry pattern
Swap or switch blades
Chop block like King Kade
I done poured an 8 in my grape gatorade

[Chorus]
Copped another foreign
Yesterday morning
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my
Just copped a foreign
Yesterday morning
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my

[Verse 2: Slim Jxmmi]
First class status
You mad average
Leaving outta flight club, got mad baggage
Bought 3 pairs of shoes, spent 5 thousand
Red carpet, best dressed, shout out my stylist
All this water on me it’s a flood
Pretty girls said, "We wanna fuck"
I’m tip toeing to the bank thinking
Should I get the Bentley or the Wraith

[Chorus]
Copped another foreign
Yesterday morning
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my
Just copped a foreign
Yesterday morning
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my

[Verse 3: RiFF RAFF]
Bought a house on Lake Superior
I’m banked in Wisconsin
Kicked outta 7th grade, cocaine on my tonsils
Went to school to see girls and dressed fly
I said I was sober
Lie detectors determined that was a lie
Used to pop lockers while y’all was at lunch
Used to hide the vodka in my green Hawaiian Punch
I wasn’t too drunk, but I didn’t pass
Got a F in math, for having sex in the back of the class
Backlash, I dropped out of school the next week
Fast forward, I’m making 50k on every week
25k just to hear the jodie speak
Rubber band stretching like an athlete

[Chorus]
Copped another foreign
Yesterday morning
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my
Just copped a foreign
Yesterday morning
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my Jordans
Still, still tip toeing in my

Sia – Santa’s Coming For Us (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1]
Night’s are getting shorter now, hot chocolate
Fills the air and Christmas cheer does too
Pick a merry old Christmas tree, so lovely
The joy this time here brings to you

[Refrain]
(Oh, do do do, oh, do do do)
(Oh, do do do, oh, do do do)
(Oh, do do do, oh, do do do)
Santa’s coming to town
(Oh, da da da, oh, da da da)
(Oh, da da da, oh, da da da)
(Oh, da da da, oh, da da da)
Santa’s coming to town

[Pre-Chorus]
Singing to the deer in the sky
Singing as they jingle, jingle, jingle tonight
Singing to the moon, set it free
You’re the angel on the top of my tree
Singing to the spirit above
Sing your heart out with all of your love
Santa’s coming for us

[Chorus]
Santa’s coming for us
Santa’s coming for us
Santa’s coming for us
Santa’s coming for us
Santa’s coming for us
Oh, Santa’s coming for us

[Verse 2]
Send your letters off to Santa, baby
Tell him all your secret wishes too
Send your letters off to Santa, baby
Hoping all your wildest dreams come true

[Refrain]
(Oh, do do do, oh, do do do)
(Oh, do do do, oh, do do do)
(Oh, do do do, oh, do do do)
Santa’s coming to town
(Oh, da da da, oh, da da da)
(Oh, da da da, oh, da da da)
(Oh, da da da, oh, da da da)
Santa’s coming to town

[Pre-Chorus]
Singing to the deer in the sky
Singing as they jingle, jingle, jingle tonight
Singing to the moon, set it free
You’re the angel on the top of my tree
Singing to the spirit above
Sing your heart out with all of your love
Santa’s coming for us

[Chorus]
Santa’s coming for us
Santa’s coming for us
Santa’s coming for us
Santa’s coming for us
Santa’s coming for us
Oh, Santa’s coming for us

[Refrain]
(Oh, do do do, oh, do do do)
(Oh, do do do, oh, do do do)
(Oh, do do do, oh, do do do)
Santa’s coming to town
(Oh, da da da, oh, da da da)
(Oh, da da da, oh, da da da)
(Oh, da da da, oh, da da da)
Santa’s coming to town
(Oh, do do do, oh, do do do)
(Oh, do do do, oh, do do do)
(Oh, do do do, oh, do do do)
Santa’s coming to town
(Oh, da da da, oh, da da da)
(Oh, da da da, oh, da da da)
(Oh, da da da, oh, da da da)
Santa’s coming to town

Timbaland – Show Dat Bra Lyrics

[Verse 1 – Attitude]
Yeah, she exotic, she got class and a lot of ass
It’s hypnotic the smell of Kush and a lot of Cash
If we could blow it all, baby help me throw it all
Yeah, you can bring your friends, I’mma get to know em all
I ain’t talking code but I’m trying to try em all
Looking for the right fit like I’m in the mall
Like you little cutey with the long hair
Oh she your best friend cool you can both share
Me and Timbaland got a ?? the club packed
Say little momma you got it all, I love that!
Don’t go falling in love, baby I’m a baller
Hit it from the back on the floor, you’re my rug rat
Then she taking a shot up on the ?? I done had four
You got a couple friends with you, I wish you had more!
Cause once I reel em in get em in my condo
I make that ass come can’t let that ass go

[Chorus]
Blow up that cash, put up that glass
Baby I know you’re hot
But show dat bra!
With that plan let’s have a lot of fun
Cause your boy, he knows how to ball
Don’t worry about your Gucci, you gonna take it off
Don’t worry about your Louis, you gonna take it off
I’mma get you girls a cab
You get in my car cause I’m gonna do all y’all!

[Verse 2 – Bran’Nu]
I ain’t trying to get in your car and party hard
I’m a star, let’s get it straight before you start it off!
Hands off, till you give me the keys to the loft
And put a ring on it before I take it off!
This ain’t a game I’ve been the boss
And now for keeping it popping just like my lip gloss
I’m here to floss, I’m here to set it off
And I’ll be having you up and down like a seesaw
And what I rock, ain’t all I got
And I don’t really care what you got unless you got a yacht
Then step it up a notch you better hit the spot
And make me so hot as if I’m taking shots
And I’m the cream of the mutherfucking crop
If you can catch me in the top slot slot
You might see me in the Bentley drop top
With Southern Caly as my backdrop

[Chorus]
Blow up that cash, put up that glass
Baby I know you’re hot
But show dat bra!
With that plan let’s have a lot of fun
Cause your boy, he knows how to ball
Don’t worry about your Gucci, you gonna take it off
Don’t worry about your Louis, you gonna take it off
I’mma get you girls a cab
You get in my car cause I’m gonna do all y’all!

[Verse 3 – Timbaland]
She anticipating, she want it, and she want it bad
I’m contemplating how to make it happen quick and fast
Timbaland don’t worry now, I know you heard my song
And so tonight is going down, I’m trying to see your thongs
Lil momma nice and thick and she know that I’m the shit
She knows that when the club close out who she coming with
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
All o yall can fit in its a Mayback baby
Layback all o yall can get it!
I’m a freak hoping that you a freak too
Well girl this ain’t enough I need to
Take off that Gucci and the Louis, no you’re not a groupie
But do me like you know me tape it, we can make a movie!
I know you like it, don’t you? She need a bodyguard
She look delicious, everybody part I lick hard!
Hey listen baby, I ain’t trying to break nobody heart
But it’s the end of the night thats when the party start

[Chorus]
Blow up that cash, put up that glass
Baby I know you’re hot
But show dat bra!
With that plan let’s have a lot of fun
Cause your boy, he knows how to ball
Don’t worry about your Gucci, you gonna take it off
Don’t worry about your Louis, you gonna take it off
I’mma get you girls a cab
You get in my car cause I’m gonna do all y’all!

BJORK – Arisen My Senses lyrics

Just that kiss
Was all there is
Every cell in my body
Lined up to you
Legs a little open
Once again
Awaken my senses
Head topless
Arisen my senses
Just that kiss, was all there is
My palms pulsating of
The things I want to do to you
Just that kiss
Is all there is
Weaving a mixtape
With every crossfade
On www
To him a he
Weaving a mix tape
With every song
Awaken my senses
Just that kiss
Was all there is
Just that kiss
Was all there is
Just that kiss
Arisen my senses
Was all there is
For him a he
Once again I’m made to merge
To him a he

Am I keen or not keen
To be seen or not seen
With him a he
Am I keen or not keen
To be seen or not seen
With him a he

But he sees me for what who I am

Big Sean Gave Away 5000 Turkey For Thanksgiving


Big Sean gave back to his community in a big way for Thanksgiving.

The Detroit rapper returned to his home state of Michigan for the Thanksgiving holiday where he handed out over 5,000 turkeys to families who are a little less fortunate than he is. Big Sean took part in a charitable event at the River Rouge High School, in River Rouge this morning where he handed out a truck load of food stuffs for Thanksgiving, something he had done every year since becoming a rap superstar.

The G.O.O.D. Music rapper was participating in the Tarence Wheeler’s 19th annual All-Star Give Back, a charitable event organized by himself and some well known athletes from the community including, Derrick Coleman, Dave Bing, and Gary Payton. Big Sean was also at the same event last year handing out over 2,000 turkeys and other Thanksgiving grocery items.

“Annual Turkey Giveaway away today. We gave close to 5,000 turkeys w/ sides this year. I smiled so much today man. Too much love for everybody there! Blessed,” Big Sean said on Instagram. You can see some photos and a video below showing the I Decided rapper giving away some free Puma sneakers and gift cards to Footlocker for them to shop.

“I’m from the Detroit and I love everybody in here,” Big Sean said. “Y’all got what it takes to boss up and take it further than I ever did or anyone ever did. Much love to y’all. That’s why we’re here supporting you, showing you that we care about you, and that we’re here for y’all.”

Annual Turkey Giveaway away today. We gave close to 5,000 turkeys w/ sides this year. I smiled so much today man. Too much love for everybody there! Blessed ??@seanandersonorg ?? pic.twitter.com/P7OlY8K54P

— Sean Don (@BigSean) November 22, 2017

Did you know: Yesterday, @BigSean blessed a classroom of students with FREE SHOES, after giving away 5,000 Thanksgiving dinners to families in need? ? Probably not because The Don isn't the type of man who likes to brag about doing the right thing! We have to catch our breath every year during this annual week of giving. Why? When The Detroit Don comes home…soooo many people get major #blessings! Somehow, Sean Michael Anderson keeps raising the bar for himself, and we anxiously look forward to what this phenomenal human being will do next! RepostBy @freccity: "?Look who popped in at the FREC today! @bigsean came through with sneakers and fly gear for the students of Fisher Magnet Upper Academy. We see you #SeanDon ? @fordfund @seanandersonorg @mogulprep @shawnhwilson6 #bigsean #detroit #detroitlove ?" #Detroit #BigSean #Puma #shoes #newshoes #charity #givingback #giveaway

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Mavado Links With Di Genius For New Song “Red Rose”


Mavado link with his longtime producer Di Genius for a new single dedicated to the ladies, “Red Rose.”

Mavado is one of those rare dancehall artist that has the Midas touch because everything he released this year have been instant hits and this new single will be no different. “Man yo fi dede fi yo lady / Yo fi bring red rose fi yo girl / She love the things you do you do / No other man no fi dede fi yo girl,” Mavado sings.

Mavado has aligned himself with Alkaline and Jahmiel, two of the leading batch of young artists in dancehall currently. The trio formed a clique called MVP, the acronym for Mavado, Vendetta, and Patriotz. The Gullyside singjay has been having a great year in dancehall, but at the same time he is allowing the younger acts to shine. He also made headlines recently for his beef with Popcaan and Tommy Lee Sparta, both artists emerged from under Vybz Kartel wing, so the hatred runs deep.

 

Pusho – Se Nos Fue El Amor (feat. De La Ghetto)

Ya no nos vemos con los mismos ojos
ni comemos en la misma mesa
ya no comemos juntos en la mesa
vivimos como millonarios pero si se trata de amor
estamos en la pobreza

ya no cierras los ojos si te beso
yo no siento lo mismo si me besas
y no sé si te hago falta pero las ganas son tantas
de volver a hacerte mi princesa

a veces me tranco por que cupido no da en el blanco
en el camino del amor siempre me ha ido por el barranco
cayendo por un vacío, trasnochado, amanecido
y aun que me acueste contento me levanto aborrecido

sin alternativa pensando en mi diva
pero total ya tu dormías pa´ abajo y yo siempre dormía pa´ arriba
pero aveces se qeu piensas en mi cuando amanece
y aunque lo niegues vas a extrañar mis estupideces

tengo plata pa´buscar culos distintos en la butaca
pero no, nadie me lo va a hacer como lo hacía mi flaca
y me da pena por que dejaste cosas de la nena
en juego en la sirena y casi todas tus perchas siguen llenas PUSHO!

A donde se nos fue el amor
anda perdida mi cabeza
jugando a perdenor los dos
yo sé que todavía me piensa
yo sé que tu me vas a extrañar
yo sé qe algún día tu regresas
este cuento nunca tiene final
pero no sé si en otro lado tu te acuestas (X2)

espero que vuelvas pronto
por que si me entero que andas con un tonto
tu sabes que soy loco y te lo desenmonto
no quiero que lo cojas como amenaza
nunca pero lo que pasa es que
siento como si alguién se uviese metido a casa

y se llevo lo que tenía entre mis brazos
la gota ya llenó el vaso
y por ti no me importa buscarme otro caso
pero entiendo que nada se resuelve volviendo
y que mas´ alante vive gente y tengo que seguir viviendo

no esperes que sufra no esperes que llore
ni que pase mal humores
por que en el mundo hay mujeres mejores
todo lo que quise fue poner la paz
pero ya no hay vuelta atrás
y ahora soy yo el que no quiere verte más Woo!!

A donde se nos fue el amor
anda perdida mi cabeza
jugando a perdenor los dos
yo sé que todavía me piensa
yo sé que tu me vas a extrañar
yo sé qe algún día tu regresas
este cuento nunca tiene final
pero no sé si en otro lado tu te acuestas (X2)

Tomas The Latin Boy – Rómpetela (feat. Lenny Tavarez)

[Tomas The Latin Boy]
Yo te lo dije que no jugaras con fuego
Si me lo hacias una vez pa’ perdonar mejor muero
Yo te lo dije contigo fui muy sincero
Yo no naci pa’ perder no llames que no hay regreso

[Estribillo x2: Tomas The Latin Boy]
Ahora rompetela cabeza
Pensando que otra me besa
No quiero pero no quiero
Problemas, no me interesa

[Lenny Tavarez]
De tu simpati la se tú me la vivi
Tengo que ser pulperin, no dejaste cicatriz
Como Kayri yo lo decidi
Ahora está nerviosa porque estoy free pa’ repartir

Si esta con otro, me gusta a mi
Él no te va dar como yo te dé
Yo también tengo otra por ahí
Gozándose lo que tenia pa’ ti

Gritando, fuego cenizas quedan
Pero conmigo eso no va
Tu amiga llamo diciéndome que te perdonara
Se la echo en la cara

[Estribillo x2: Lenny Tavarez]
Ahora rompetela cabeza
Pensando que otra me besa
No quiero pero no quiero
Problemas, no me interesa

[Tomas The Latin Boy]
No sé si te duele perderme o perder a Channel
De comer restaurante pasaste a comer con él
Cuando tú me engañaste yo tenia como 3
Contigo no llegaba con ella yo choco como 10

Todo el mundo sabe cuál es mi estilo de vida
Por eso te pica que otras se la viva
En cambio tú conseguiste, te conseguiste
A un tipo que no tiene ni pa’ la renta
Él no te va a romper como yo
Parece virgen a los 40

[Estribillo x2: Lenny Tavarez]
Ahora rompetela cabeza
Pensando que otra me besa
No quiero pero no quiero
Problemas, no me interesa

[Outro]
Lenny Too Bay
To-to-to go my bye
Jajaja
El blanquito preferido de todas las babys
And the bice 24/7 papi
Lenny fly fly (ala-ala-ala)
The Latin Boy

Boy, dimelo panner
Leggon bong, te pongo
Negga negga woh

Vic Mensa – We Could Be Free (On The Late Show) (Live)

[Intro]
We could be free
If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
One thing I believe I could learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, truly
And love could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed
If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Verse 1]
One day I dream of telling my momma
"You ain’t gotta work no more"
Same for my father, born in Ghana, down on that dirt road floor
As far as he came I can’t complain, but pain is so subjective
Spend so much time countin’ issues, I forget to count
My blessings
Watch my cousins back at home, getting water out a well
While I watch my brother stacking stone, whippin’ water by the scale
Tryna’ get a mill’ on the other side
They ain’t got a meal, we don’t recognize we in heaven
So we think we live in hell
It’s been getting kinda hard to tell
But

[Bridge]
Sometimes I wake up and I look up at the sky
Asking why I’m alive when the realest niggas died
And my pride won’t let me give up, lord as hard as I try
In those times I try to remember

[Hook]
That we could be free
If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
One day, I believe I’d learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, truly
And love could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed
If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Verse 2]
I don’t want to wait for the afterlife
I don’t want a vigil by candle light
I don’t want to be the new sacrifice
I don’t want to turn into a poltergeist
Be a ghost at night full of broken dreams
Momma cryin’ at an open casket
Cold as ice in a suit, 3 piece
All dressed up for Sunday masses
Pastor said put faith in God
But faith alone can’t make things right
Who the fuck is you to patronize
Somebody’s son whose daddy died?
Why they flood Baton Rouge?
Why the city singing Alton’s blues?
Why, why, why, why?
I feel like Jadakiss every time I watch the news
What the fuck I got to lose?
So I’m down to bleed if it means things improve
You fools, saying "all lives matter"
But it’s black lives you refuse include
Blocked from the polls
Locked in the hood, trying to stop you from voting and stop you from growing
And cops keep blowing and blowing
Keep black people locked into cotton
They don’t want you to own, but

[Bridge]
Sometimes I wake up and I look up in the sky
Asking why I survived all the days that I could have died
Who am I in my place
To contemplate suicide?
In those times I try to remember

[Hook]
That we could be free, truly
If we’d only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
But I believe I’d learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, you and me
And we could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed, if it means
We’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign and Vic Mensa]
Love (love)
Love (love)
To love my enemy as my brother
(yeah yeah yeah)
Make my enemy my brother
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Enemy my brother

SZA – Go Gina (Acoustic)

[Verse]
Hey love, I lost you babe
Picking up a penny with a press-on is
Easier than holding you down
Can’t be any harder than holding you up now
To come clean I said
(To come clean is to come clean)
To be real is to be real, it’s
Probably true what they say about me
Probably came from my inner circle
It usually come from your inner circle
Or lack thereof and I don’t know who I can trust
I’ve been dropping out and
I’ve been hanging out with my high friends
And we too stoned to pay attention, now
(Much too cool for 7th grade)
I mean really, it’s same me, it’s old me
You know? Same shit
I’ve been on the low key grinding
(Grinding, grinding, grinding)
Learning on the low key, shining
Tryin’ to keep to myself
But you bring me out of character
Every time again

[Chorus]
Damn Gina, damn Gina
Them jeans, they must be uptight mama
You need some get right mama
Go Gina, go Gina
Go get that get right mama
Go Gina, go Gina
Go ’til you get right mama

[Bridge]
I belong to nobody
Hope it don’t bother you
You could mind your business
I belong to nobody
Try not to disturb
And mind my business

[Outro]
Still works for me, it works for me, no
It works for me, it works for me, no
(Go Gina, go Gina)
Still works for me, it works for me, no
It works for me, it works for me, no
(Go Gina, go Gina)
Still works for me, it works for me, no
It works for me, it works for me, no
(Go Gina, go Gina)
Still works for me, it works for me, no
It works for me, it works for me, no
(Go Gina, go Gina)

Shawn Mendes – There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back (At The 2017 American Music Awards) (Live)

[Verse 1]
I wanna follow where she goes
I think about her and she knows it
I wanna let her take control
‘Cause everytime that she gets close, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
She pulls me in enough to keep me guessing
And maybe I should stop and start confessing
Confessing, yeah

[Chorus]
Oh, I’ve been shaking
I love it when you go crazy
You take all my inhibitions
Baby, there’s nothing holding me back
You take me places that tear up my reputation
Manipulate my decisions
Baby, there’s nothing holding me back
There’s nothing holding me back
There’s nothing holding me back

[Verse 2]
She says that she’s never afraid
Just picture everybody naked
She really doesn’t like to wait
Not really into hesitation

[Pre-Chorus]
Pulls me in enough to keep me guessing
And maybe I should stop and start confessing
Confessing

[Chorus]
Oh, I’ve been shaking
I love it when you go crazy
You take all my inhibitions
Baby, there’s nothing holding me back
You take me places that tear up my reputation
Manipulate my decisions
Baby, there’s nothing holding me back
There’s nothing holding me back

[Bridge]
‘Cause if we lost our minds and we took it way too far
I know we’d be alright, I know we would be alright
If you were by my side and we stumbled in the dark
I know we’d be alright, I know we would be alright
‘Cause if we lost our minds and we took it way too far
I know we’d be alright, I know we would be alright
If you were by my side and we stumbled in the dark
I know we’d be alright, I know we would be alright

[Chorus]
Oh, I’ve been shaking
I love it when you go crazy
You take all my inhibitions
Baby, there’s nothing holding me back
You take me places that tear up my reputation
Manipulate my decisions
Baby, there’s nothing holding me back
There’s nothing holding me back
I feel so free when you’re with me, baby
Baby, there’s nothing holding me back

Post Malone – Rockstar (feat. 21 Savage) (Uncensored)

[Intro]
Hahahahaha
Tank God Beats

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
Ayy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black
I’m startin’ sayin’, "Rest in peace to Bon Scott"
Ayy, close that door, we blowin’ smoke
She ask me light a fire like I’m Morrison
Ayy, act a fool on stage
Prolly leave my fuckin’ show in a cop car
Ayy, shit was legendary
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin’, don’t give a damn
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Sayin’, "I’m with the band"
Ayy, ayy, now she actin’ outta pocket
Tryna grab up on my pants
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain’t got a man
And they all brought a friend
Yeah, ayy

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Ayy, ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
I’ve been in the Hills fuckin’ superstars
Feelin’ like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
Drankin’ Henny, bad bitches jumpin’ in the pool
And they ain’t got on no bra (bra)
Hit her from the back, pullin’ on her tracks
And now she screamin’ out, "No mas" (yeah, yeah, yeah)
They like, "Savage, why you got a 12 car garage
And you only got 6 cars?" (21)
I ain’t with the cakin’, how you kiss that? (kiss that?)
Your wifey say I’m lookin’ like a whole snack (big snack)
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
L.A. bitches always askin’ "Where the coke at?"
Livin’ like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
I done made the hot chart, ‘member I used to trap hard
Livin’ like a rockstar, I’m livin’ like a rockstar

[Chorus: Post Malone & 21 Savage]
Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

[Outro: Post Malone]
Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
Rockstar
Rockstar, feel just like a rock…
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Feel just like a…

OMB Peezy – Doin Bad (feat. NBA Youngboy)

[Verse 1: OMB Peezy]
I been goin’ through some things
Said can I take some time and vent?
I was strugglin’, now I got different struggles now that I’m gettin’ rich
Ain’t that a shame, how rugged this shit get
Bet they see a nigga with a stack or somethin’ and they beg to suck a nigga’s dick
Been through the rain
You’ll watch a nigga get soaked
That’s your brother nigga, say you love the nigga
How you watch a nigga stay broke?
Same way I came, I ain’t changing up on my bros
Know a nigga that I called brother talking to them other niggas, breaking codes
Niggas be lame, so I’m gon’ paralyze ’em for real
Came a long way from popping them pills
Play the wrong way and I’ll get you killed
Fuckin’ the fame, I signed a deal for them bills
Tote the paper, I show up where you live
Have them things clapping just like a seal
Can’t nobody understand how it feel
All this money cannot dry up your tears
I be paranoid, how we gon’ chill?
Fuck the road, I be watching the mirror
Grip the Glock, got my knee on the wheel
This shit for real
Nobody gon’ care ’til you thumbing through a mil
‘Cause don’t nobody love you when you doing bad
They forget about the times you had, look
‘Cause when you go broke they leave you in the past
You know, good things, they don’t ever last, Peezy

[Chorus: OMB Peezy]
Don’t nobody love you when you doing bad
They forget about the times you had
Ain’t nobody gon’ hold you down like you, that’s a fact
Time to move forward and stop looking back
But I’m going through some things my nigga
(My nigga, been going through some things)
Kinda hard to ease the pain my nigga
(My nigga, kinda hard to ease the pain)
I been goin’ through some things my nigga

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Man I swear that they ain’t feelin’ my pain
I just smile through it all, you know that I won’t change, ayy
For so long I been stuck in the rain
I been chasing after money before I was a teen, yeah
This for the ones look up to me, just do your own thing
This shit look good but I promise it ain’t what it seems
I’m on the road with my team tryna catch my dream
These niggas hatin’, they don’t like me, they wanna kill me
But I’m like fuck ’em, I’m country, YoungBoy you know I be thuggin’
Me and my niggas we on it, you run up on me I buss it
Fuck a handout, remember they ain’t wan’ give me nothing
I’ma stand out and never ask these rappers for nothing
I got them killers they on go, bitch I just push a button
Hardhead, let me record the hot shit for much of nothing
Monique had paid for my first session when I was just a youngin
Nigga death before dishonor, I do this for the youngins

[Chorus: OMB Peezy]
Don’t nobody love you when you doing bad
They forget about the times you had
Ain’t nobody gon’ hold you down like you, that’s a fact
Time to move forward and stop looking back
But I’m going through some things my nigga
(My nigga, been going through some things)
Kinda hard to ease the pain my nigga
(My nigga, kinda hard to ease the pain)
I been goin’ through some things my nigga

[Verse 3: OMB Peezy]
This shit deeper than ever
I been stressing daily, so hard baby [?] my schedule
People been callin’ me crazy, ain’t been talkin’, I’m tryna get it together
Sweat more hard, been [?], say you gon’ leave them whatever
Say you gon’ leave them whatever, people done left me in the rain without an umbrella
Have you ever been in a ho cell dialing numbers and nobody can help ya?
Summertime sleeping in the fuckin’ car, skin stick to the leather
When me and the judge was goin’ to fuckin’ war you wouldn’t send me a letter

[Bridge: OMB Peezy]
When I was out there on that block you told me I should do better
Now I’m tryna get up to the top, you won’t stop a lil nigga
I swear them leeches will suck your ass dry if you let ’em
And when it hurt ain’t nobody gon’ stop unless you tell ’em
When I was out there on that block you told me I should do better
Now I’m tryna get up to the top, you won’t stop a lil nigga
I swear them leeches will suck your ass dry if you let ’em
And when it hurt ain’t nobody gon’ stop unless you tell ’em

[Chorus: OMB Peezy]
Don’t nobody love you when you doing bad
They forget about the times you had
Ain’t nobody gon’ hold you down like you, that’s a fact
Time to move forward and stop looking back
But I’m going through some things my nigga
(My nigga, been going through some things)
Kinda hard to ease the pain my nigga
(My nigga, kinda hard to ease the pain)
Don’t nobody love you when you doing bad
They forget about the times you had
Ain’t nobody gon’ hold you down like you, that’s a fact
Time to move forward and stop looking back
But I’m going through some things my nigga
(My nigga, been going through some things)
Kinda hard to ease the pain my nigga
(My nigga, kinda hard to ease the pain)
I been goin’ through some things my nigga

Massari & Tory Lanez – Number One

[Intro]
Moving slow, at your pace
Speed it up, I know you want to
Got my hands, on your waist
You can tell, that I want you
I can keep up with you babe
No other man, can do what I do
I can see it, on your face
Now you know, I gotta tell you

[Pre-Chrous]
I’m fanning your style
I can tell that you wild
Nobody can denial
The baddest thing gonna turn anotha

[Chorus]
I seen the way you wanted on your waist
Baby let her know you number one in out the pace (number one)
No other mon can keep up with the pace
Girl now you have tell me where you get the shape (number one)
The way your body movin’ to the base
Baby let her know you number one in out the pace (number one)
No other mon can keep up with the pace
Girl you wanna make me do it on and on and (number one)

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
She got me with the yeah, yeah
Dirty on me with the yeah, yeah
All of the time that it take for me
No, no, no don’t you mistake on me
Now she’s screaming to come back
Now she dance to the one track
And she know that I roll on the low
Long as you can keep on the low
Oh no

[Chorus: Massari & Tory Lanez]
I seen the way you wanted on your waist
Baby let her know you number one in out the pace (number one)
No other mon can keep up with the pace
Girl now you have tell me where you get the shape (number one)
The way your body movin’ to the base
Baby let her know you number one in out the pace (number one)
No other mon can keep up with the pace
Girl you wanna make me do it on and on and (number one)

[Verse 2]
I wanna know, your fantasies
So I can see, what we gon’ do
We alone, you and me
I can make, make it come true
And when I get it in
Ima give that type of love that you had in a minute, I’m flexing
Time to undress her
Now that you know I gotta tell you

[Pre-Chrous]
Girl I’m fanning your style
I can tell that you wild
Nobody can denial
The baddest thing gonna turn anotha

[Chorus: Massari & Tory Lanez]
I seen the way you wanted on your waist
Baby let her know you number one in out the pace (number one)
No other mon can keep up with the pace
Girl now you have tell me where you get the shape (number one)
The way your body movin’ to the basee
Baby let her know you number one in out the pace (number one)
No other mon can keep up with the pace
Girl you wanna make me do it on and on and (number one)

Kodak Black – Brand New Glizzy

[Verse]
I just bought a new Glock, cost me three fifty
I used to let these niggas down so I sleep with it
I be tryna chase my dreams but I be fighting demons
My Glock got a dick, I even pee with it
It’s a XD, boy don’t test me
Do your homework, or I beat with it
I get reckless nigga
I don’t leave my team waiting
I ain’t no selfish nigga so my whole team winning
And I ain’t rescuing no hoe, I’m a keep pimpin’
I ain’t Superman, I ain’t savin’ you
I just dropped a album, Project Baby Two
I got a son now, my little baby two
I got snakes in my gucci, I’m a Python
I got snakes in my closet but not in my yard
Snakes on my collarbone but not in my lando
Doing fraud, I heard that money good in Colorado
A new Glock that’s a nine, Rajon Rondo
Every show I do now look like the Apollo
Shawty said she love me
Project baby pull up on a nigga no Huggie
Put my BM in my BM used to drive a pump baby
Kodak Bock I don’t milly rock, I don’t dougie
Yah, going up, talk with Nene
Kodak Bock I don’t do the nay-nay
You will never catch me tryna dab
I be posted on the slab, selling slab
I just bought a new Glock, generation four
Remember eating hot cheetos with sweet n low
Hot sauce but my leg is chill, eating rice with honey
Got me reminiscing ’bout my life when I ain’t had no money
Just drunk a whole fifth, smoked a ounce of weed
I left stems in it, but I threw away the seeds
Almost threw away my life
I threw away the glove but I kept the ski
Thugging with my res on
I’m on house arrest but I won’t be home
I’m running through ya hoes, running in ya door
Got me running through this door like chain on eskimos
I’m grippin’ on my tool, I won’t let it go
I can’t keep my cool, I won’t let it snow
Free my nigga locked up, eating sloppy joe
Probably playing spades, probably playing dominoes
My gun ain’t on safety, I won’t play with you
So I advise you find you something safe to do
Cause I keep the fire on and I got a firearm
If you run up on me, nigga flaming you
Cause I got a [?] gotta make em choose
On top of that, I got a son, my little baby two
I just bought a new wraith and it’s baby blue
I just got me a brand new glizzy
And I put a green bean in it

Kodak Black – 201519971800

[Intro]
Can I, baby? Can I, baby?
Can I, baby? Can I, baby?

[Verse 1]
I hope you ain’t nothing like my old friends
Or any other women that I had
I know I’m better than your ex-boyfriend
Or any other niggas from the past
Can I take you where I learned the game from?
Show you why I act the way I act
Lately, I’ve been on a fucking marathon
Running to the motherfucking cash
I’m liking how you make a brother laugh
Can I come and get you in a Jag?
Then, hit it in the backseat of the Jag
Baby girl, I know you like my swag

[Chorus]
‘Fore I turn the lights out, tell me who the fuck you want to be

[Verse 2]
I’m just so excited that I’m free
Sometimes, it be feeling like a dream
Can a young brother get some sleep?
Lately, I’ve been working over 3
Mama told me, "Son, I never hear from you"
Cook something, you don’t even eat
Mama, I’m just trying to make a mil’ for you
Put you in a condo on the beach

[Chorus]
‘Fore I turn the lights out, tell me who the fuck you want to be

[Verse 3]
Why they just can’t let a nigga be?
I’ve been busy, I’ve been doing me
Have you thinking I’ve been with the Zoe pound
Me and all my niggas come in deep
On the ground, young ten toes down
I can put a nigga on his feet
I caught the Audi, then I ran the check up
And, I ain’t even been out here a week
Got my shooter playing hide and seek
Just in case you niggas try and creep
Everybody wanna be your friend now
Better watch the company you keep
Everybody got they fucking hand out
See you eating now they want a piece
Oh, that’s Kodak Black, I’ve been hearing bout’
He the hottest nigga in the streets
If you love me, love a nigga deep
When you see me, what you really see?
To everybody else, I was a sour guy
But, I be treating you a little sweet
I’m so close to showing her my real side
Show this girl another side of me
I think we’ve been getting along real fine
You love it when I hit it on the beach
I’ve been working hard, ain’t got no spare time
I can’t even party on the week
I’m just trying to see where your head at
When you grow up, what you wanna be?
Run up on a nigga, where the bread at?
I be going ham for the cheese
I just wanna see all of my niggas home
They can’t wait to get back on the streets
I just talked to Jackboy on collect phone
He told me he ain’t trying to take the plea

[Outro]
For my niggas, I’ll swim across the sea

GoldLink – Crew (feat. Brent Faiyaz & Shy Glizzy) (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

[Hook: Brent Faiyaz]
She see money all around me
I look like I’m the man, yeah
But I was down and out like last week
Tell me where have you been?
You came out of hiding, girl
Don’t act like I’m your man
You just a fan, you don’t hold rank
Don’t hold no rank

[Verse 1: GoldLink]
Bet against a real ass nigga with a sick ass mouth
And a slick ass flow
Catch-a-bullet-’round-me-nigga and a player when
I’m comin’ for the kitty, I’m a fool, goddamn
Do it for my niggas in the ghost right there
Do it for my niggas in the ghost right now
Niggas got killed for the boy living dreams in the hills
And it wasn’t for the boy right now
Goddamn, what a time, what a year
We are what them young boys fear
I kill, never been killed, that’s real, no lies
You can tell that from our pulse right now
Bet you wanna fuck me now
Bet you wanna love me down
Girl, you can’t tie me down like Ray J said
But know I’m down
Trigger nigga show me something
Shake it like you owe me something
Pushin’ on the pussy like a button
Came four times, fifth time you bustin’
Still gettin’ rowdy in the function
Bitches on my dick like it’s nothing
Everywhere I go now, always got shit bumpin’, jumpin’, bumpin’, jumpin’, yeah

[Verse 2: Shy Glizzy]
Hey, nice to meet, I’m Young Jefe, who you be?
Got the beast in Southeast, thousands clappin’ to this beat
She invite me to her crib, I walk in she see my heat
She said "But I live in the hills" bitch, that’s just the way I sleep
Stop that madness, I’m a savage
In traffic with MAC 11’s
Baddest bitch and she Spanish
I fly her to Calabasas
We get nasty, I’m her daddy
Does she know a nigga ain’t average?
Ain’t nothing wrong with fake asses
Bitch, turn around let’s make magic
I’m geekin’, uh huh I’m on it
Don’t look at me like you want it
Tell ’em that we ain’t stuntin’
In fourth down we ain’t puntin’ it
King of District of Columbia
Can’t come here without a permit
This shit really a jungle, gorillas and anacondas

[Hook: Brent Faiyaz]
She see money all around me
I look like I’m the man, yeah
But I was down and out like last week
Tell me where have you been?
You came out of hiding, girl
Don’t act like I’m your man
You just a fan, you don’t hold rank
Don’t hold no rank

Farruko, Nicki Minaj & Bad Bunny – Krippy Kush (Remix) (feat. 21 Savage & Rvssian) (Lyric Video)

[Intro: Nicki Minaj & Rvssian]
Hola
Me llamo Onika
Wrist FRIO
Pelo rosa
Culo gordo
(El Rvssian)

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush… (Jajaja) (¡Yeh! ¡yeh! ¡yeh!)

[Verso 1: Nicki Minaj]
Make some room, ho, keep a hundred feet away
Fifty trucks when I pull up we a fleet away
You ain’t on my throne, ain’t even a seat away
But thanks to Nicki, all these new bitches can see the way
I got the krippy, I ain’t talking ’bout the gangs though
Had all these bitches rocking pink hair and bangs though
Now I got ’em rocking inches now
But I’ll leave these bitches hanging like lynches now
Word play got ’em stepping up they penses now
Still stick me for my flow like syringes now
Still kicking closed doors off the hinges now
Shotgun and them ’88 Benzes now
With my plug, I call him Poncho but I think he wants that chocha
Put this pussy in his boca, make my niggas take his coca
Now I’m balling like I’m Sosa in a Lamborghini rosa
Yelling "¡viva Puerto Rico!", all my bitches es hermosa

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush… (Jajaja) (¡Yeh! ¡yeh! ¡yeh!)

[Verso 2: Bad Bunny & Farruko]
Aquí pasamos moñas por el TSA
Las putas se montan fácil como en GTA
200 cajas ‘e paper que pedí en eBay
En PR ya es legal, yo firmé la ley
Fumando como Snoop Dogg y Wiz Kha
Las gatas quieren Kush, no quieren Friska
Prendí un bastón como el de la brisca
(Farru’)
2 phillies, se queda bizca

[Verso 3: Farruko]
Las libras yo las compro y llegan por FedEx
Priority el paquete, next day vía express
Del celular traqueo con el GPS
Y el shipping se lo cobramo’ al bobo de tu ex
Que tiene un guille de bichote y lo que fuma es regular
Sintéticas de esas que venden por ahí en los puestos legal
Que le baja a la movie, que pa’ acá no venga a frontear
Que somos millonarios, y acabo ‘e comprar par de acres pa’ sembrar

[Coro: Farruko & Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush…

[Verso 4: 21 Savage]
Call baby girl up, it’s time to smoke something’ (21)
I know you heard I’m Slaughter Gang, I smoke something (yeah)
Off the head, yeah, I ain’t never wrote nothing (facts)
Pretty face, ass fat, I’m tryna poke something (yah, yah)
Yeah, back it up baby, let me see you twerk (21)
Yeah, spillin’ codeine on my Gucci shirt (on my shirt)
Yeah, whole lotta racks and the krispy (the krispy)
And she throw that ass back like a frisbee (on God)
Uh-huh, I’m smoking krippy kush (krippy kush)
Fill the backwoods up with the whole bush (the whole bush)
I might pass her to the team ’cause she old news (she old news)
Tryna make a hundred M’s using Pro Tools
In a Maybach and I’m laid back (21)
Put a bullet hole (yeah) in ya wave cap (on God)
You better pay me now (now), I don’t cut slack (nah)
All these VVS’s (21), make you upset (21, 21, 21)

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush…

D.R.A.M. – Ill Nana (feat. Trippie Redd)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Lala, lala, lala, nana, nana, nana

[Hook: D.R.A.M]
Ill Nana, she got that ill nana
Damn it feel so good, make me throw my [?] in that
Ill Nana, she got that ill nana
Berry is so sweet, it make me throw my big banana in it
Ill Nana, that ill Nana
Ill Nana, Ill Nana
Ill Nana, Ill Nana
Ill Nana, Ill Nana

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
I just came through, gave me that ill Nana
I ain’t even fuck that bitch, I got no time, that pussy too caught up
Just bought a new shovel, yeah yeah yeah
I done hit the love X, I just [?]
I just hit the love X, [?] from the back
You can tell they tried to hold me in the back
Told them pussy ass niggas that they on some shit, facts
I been countin’ guap, yeah, getting shit back
Fuckin on your bitch, yeah, that bitch gave me gat
Yeah that bit’ gave me the kitty, kitty
Pullin up to your city, to your city
Bad bitch itty bitty, big titties and a fat ass
Gotta get that ill Nana

[Hook: D.R.A.M]
Ill Nana, she got that ill nana
Damn it feel so good, make me throw my [?] in that
Ill Nana, she got that ill nana
Berry is so sweet, it make me throw my big banana in it
Ill Nana, that ill Nana
Ill Nana, Ill Nana
Ill Nana, Ill Nana
Ill Nana, Ill Nana

[Verse 2: D.R.A.M]
Juicy Fruit, honey dip, plus she cute
Super cool, funny chick, boy that ass an ocean
Swimming lesson teacher, I might drown on purpose
She want me in deeper, I might close the curtain
Oodle noodles, suck up all the juices
Apple scroodle, warm it up, girl this slice for you, shit
I might eat the whole thing, [?] is useless
Pop open that ill Nana, vibing to my new shit
Must be getting Foxxie Brown
[?]
Or you just got the swimming pool kit
And I’m not one to get around on some middle school
Just know that mushy pussy on some "oooh" shit"

[Bridge: Trippie Redd]
Kitty, kitty
Pullin up to your city, to your city
Bad bitch itty bitty, big titties and a fat ass
Gotta get that ill Nana

[Hook: D.R.A.M]
Ill Nana, she got that ill nana
Damn it feel so good, make me throw my [?] in that
Ill Nana, she got that ill nana
Berry is so sweet, it make me throw my big banana in it
Ill Nana, that ill Nana
Ill Nana, Ill Nana
Ill Nana, Ill Nana
Ill Nana, Ill Nana

Bipolar Sunshine – Major Love

[Intro]
You were looking for love

[Verse 1]
Long days got my wastin’
So baby, I’mma ’bout the racin’
Harley, speeding off chasin’
All things in moderation
Now my heart’s at your battle station
I was hoping that we stay patient
Fill your hole, that is vacant
Tell me, can I be your…

[Chorus]
Major love
Major love
Major love
You were looking for love
Major love
Major love
You were looking for love

[Verse 2]
By the way, I know a hideaway
We can fly away, float on a higher lane
And off course, you get a call
Tell ya friends, I’m inviting them all
Got the leafs for my G’s
Need a cut in the west for the breeze
For you all
And all this for…

[Chorus]
Major love
Major love
Major love
You were looking for love
Major love
Major love
You were looking for love

[Bridge]
Oh, major
Oh, major love
Oh, major
Major, major, major love
Oh, major
Oh, major love
Oh, major
Major, major, major love

[Chorus]
Major love
Major love
Major love
You were looking for love
Major love
Major love
You were looking for love