Tinashe – No Drama (feat. Offset)

[Verse 1: Tinashe]
I can’t cop the coup don’t do shit for two
All black truck hanging out the roof
Mobbing through the hills pulled up with my crew
I can’t cop the coup don’t do shit for two
Said I’m falling off but they won’t JFK me
Tried to be myself but they won’t AKA me
AKA a popstar AKA a problem
AKA don’t hold me back, I swear I got ’em
We pulled up in Gucci, dripped down in Gabbana
Bad as a wanna, only chasing gunnas
I need me a side thing, hold the drama
I need me a soldier he gon’ hold the line up

[Chorus: Tinashe]
Don’t want no drama-ma
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my god
Don’t want no drama-ma
Don’t want no drama-ma
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my god
Don’t want no drama-ma (Don’t want no drama-ma)

[Verse 2: Tinashe]
I can’t cop the coup don’t do shit for two
All black truck hanging out the roof
Mobbing through the hills pulled up with my crew
I can’t cop the coup don’t do shit for two
I got way too many people all my niggas equal
If my life was like a movie I’d need 50 sequels
I need 60 bad bitches actin’ like they single
Yelling you can’t sit with us, throwing up middle fingers

[Chorus: Tinashe & Offset]
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama)
We pulled up in that ooh la la (Ooh la la)
And backed out in that oh my god (Oh my god)
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama, no)
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama, no)
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my god
Don’t want no drama-ma

[Verse 3: Offset]
Offset, double R phantom
She like the way I’m dripping organic
Got on my wrist the titanic
Car ride on this shit like a banger
Get high on the perky and Xanax
From the bottom of trip to Miami
When the chopper start kicking is damaged
Got patek on her wrist and her panties
Ain’t no drama
In the back of my maybach
Yeah, iced out summers
Invite your main bitch to a slumber
My money don’t [?]
Fat ass with a flat stomach
We’ll get [?] cross the whole hundred
The coupe fast doing two hundred

[Chorus: Tinashe & Offset]
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama)
We pulled up in that ooh la la (Ooh la la)
And backed out in that oh my god (Oh my god)
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama, no)
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama, no)
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my god (Oh my god, oh my god)
Don’t want no drama-ma

[Outro: Tinashe]
Don’t want no
Don’t want no drama-ma
Yeah, no, no, no
Don’t need no, don’t want no, don’t want no

Tinashe – No Drama (feat. Offset)

[Verse 1: Tinashe]
I can’t cop the coup don’t do shit for two
All black truck hanging out the roof
Mobbing through the hills pulled up with my crew
I can’t cop the coup don’t do shit for two
Said I’m falling off but they won’t JFK me
Tried to be myself but they won’t AKA me
AKA a popstar AKA a problem
AKA don’t hold me back, I swear I got ’em
We pulled up in Gucci, dripped down in Gabbana
Bad as a wanna, only chasing gunnas
I need me a side thing, hold the drama
I need me a soldier he gon’ hold the line up

[Chorus: Tinashe]
Don’t want no drama-ma
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my god
Don’t want no drama-ma
Don’t want no drama-ma
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my god
Don’t want no drama-ma (Don’t want no drama-ma)

[Verse 2: Tinashe]
I can’t cop the coup don’t do shit for two
All black truck hanging out the roof
Mobbing through the hills pulled up with my crew
I can’t cop the coup don’t do shit for two
I got way too many people all my niggas equal
If my life was like a movie I’d need 50 sequels
I need 60 bad bitches actin’ like they single
Yelling you can’t sit with us, throwing up middle fingers

[Chorus: Tinashe & Offset]
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama)
We pulled up in that ooh la la (Ooh la la)
And backed out in that oh my god (Oh my god)
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama, no)
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama, no)
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my god
Don’t want no drama-ma

[Verse 3: Offset]
Offset, double R phantom
She like the way I’m dripping organic
Got on my wrist the titanic
Car ride on this shit like a banger
Get high on the perky and Xanax
From the bottom of trip to Miami
When the chopper start kicking is damaged
Got patek on her wrist and her panties
Ain’t no drama
In the back of my maybach
Yeah, iced out summers
Invite your main bitch to a slumber
My money don’t [?]
Fat ass with a flat stomach
We’ll get [?] cross the whole hundred
The coupe fast doing two hundred

[Chorus: Tinashe & Offset]
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama)
We pulled up in that ooh la la (Ooh la la)
And backed out in that oh my god (Oh my god)
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama, no)
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama, no)
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my god (Oh my god, oh my god)
Don’t want no drama-ma

[Outro: Tinashe]
Don’t want no
Don’t want no drama-ma
Yeah, no, no, no
Don’t need no, don’t want no, don’t want no

Black Milk – Laugh Now Cry Later

[Intro]
2-2-2
2

[Verse 1]
Yeah, do I see a soul or do I see a façade?
Either you hurt a happy king, make up your mind
Laugh now, cry later
On a timeline should I hide in a disguise
From strangers watching my house on my demise
Laugh now, cry later
Evil remains, world ain’t really change, moments of feeling anger Next moment you end up changed
Laugh through the pain, my nigga
It’d be those same celebs seeing the stars struck
Same time see them appropriating the culture
Cry later

[Chorus]
Us now, we’re different now, you see my whole wars different now
You in the sky, better learn to fly before your spaceships hits the ground
Tell me who should get the ground, you see this is what you get for now
I see my whole world different now, you see my whole wars different now

[Verse 2]
From raps to movies, to black is beauty
Cop getting filled insane, feelin’ he had to shoot me
Laugh now, cry later
Offering a game, screaming out gang gang
Until lil homie pull up, put a bullet through a brain
Laugh now, cry later
Let me say this
Some niggas fake woke, like they don’t have any flaws
Some niggas too turnt, don’t represent any cause
Life’s a balance, we live in awe
Lanes, giving her your opinion on her persona
My, do your hair, make-up the way you wanna
Fuck a man’s opinion
Some people hoping to peel, some hoping to heal
Talking to a profile, hoping it’s real, for real

[Chorus]
Us now, we’re different now, you see my whole wars different now
You in the sky, better learn to fly before your spaceships hits the ground
Tell me who should get the ground, you see this is what you get for now
I see my whole world different now, you see my whole wars different now

[Outro]
He just said the truth will make us free
Question that we have to ask is do people know the truth
Our condition bears witness they would
That they don’t know the truth

Declan McKenna – Listen To Your Friends (Live Footage Video)

Don’t call me out, ’cause I heard you scream
I don’t wanna get out of bed for this again
I won’t waste your time, I heard it in a dream
I don’t believe you trusted me
Trusted me

I bet you only listen to your friends
I’m talking like I can pretend
But I feel better when
You tell me that I always have to go
You tell me what I want to know
And I’ll feel better for it

But I know sometimes it’s hard for me to say
I love you every other day
You pour my heart away

And sometimes I’m scared of what they’ve done
So I look how far we’ve come
You think you don’t have to put up a fight, but you might as well
So I tell you everything you won’t admit
You tell me you don’t care one bit
And I’ll feel better for it

Look online
Do ten minutes of research and in turn find
The problem is poor kids who want holidays in term time
The problem is poor kids who can’t afford the train fare
So we up the train fare and charge them for not paying the train fare
The problem is welfare
And the problem is free healthcare
‘Cause it’s unfair and if it’s gone it’s welfare
The problem is drugs
The problem is free love and free hugs
So stay in fear
Do some drugs and stay here

Well I said go on then!
But God bless the weatherman
Who has gone out of business since the psychoactive substance ban
The gateway has sent him back
From bulk-buying NOS to selling crack
The problem rose and a rich man suggested it
Over his lunchtime snack
So we ban the produce and its a bit of a nuisance really

"Don’t waste your time", I heard you scream
I don’t wanna get out of bed today, okay?
I won’t waste your time, I heard it in a dream
I don’t believe you trusted me
Trusted me
Please trust in me
Please trust in me

Cdot Honcho – So Long

I’m laughing at whoever doubted me
Ben Franklins kickin it round me
She trying to get close to me
Honestly, she trying to fuck whoever around me
I’m losing count it’s taking too long to count it I need an accountant
That probably won’t work I don’t trust bitches fuck around just have to count it out

Semi matic blow that, shift it, then hop out the bush like a rabbit
Member I had to make pallets
Double g pattern my jacket easy run up get wrapped like a packet
Im running by you I lapped you
Finna start walking you should keep running
Offset Vellanos frame keep rubbing

Can’t see my GPS phone keep jumping
Ain’t shit but yo woman tryna talk about nothing
We already fuck we can’t talk about fuckin
Hit that, rotate, skate, relocate
I’m on that bag ain’t slept in like 4 days
4nem on that they ain’t takin off no days
Pull up this whip you see at a showcase
Only got hundreds just fly through the Tollways

Come in here brain on door ways
Knew I had it when I was on 4way in 4th grade with some bitches from the 6th grade
Spinning them hoes like a tornado
I blow a bitch like a grendade though
She tryna kick it like Fernando
I’m in Miami not Orlando
Roc finding slots in the Durango bitch

(Too much fucking racks on me)
Need me a debit my knot ain’t gone fit
She need a edit she not up on shit
Stay on that porch you can’t come out that fence
1k Givenchy lil hoody ain’t shit
Dragon belt snakes Gucci and shit
Find him in lakes on Google and shit
He play with that cake and we thru wit his shit

Bitch play with that cake and we thru wit you
Put her to work like she sit in a cubical Skrt off this far from a suburu
Hit her throw her in uber pool
She know my time be coming soon
She let me go rising like a balloon
In the cut shining like a spoon
Run up wit wilding like a coon

Really I barely do use them
Sweeprs stay in the cut like a broom
Fuck her never do need em ain’t pay a dollar swiping the room
2 seater wet like what a boat on
I keep a rack like what a coat on
She want to nag bitch you can go home
I’m in my bag been in it so long

Bitch
I’m in my bag been in it so long
Cdot man honcho gang shit takeover gang you already know what the fuck going on man Takeover the mixtape
Aye

A$AP Ferg & DJ Premier – Our Streets (On TRL) (Live)

[Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
Ferg, Ferg
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Let’s go

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
I got with Preemo, I’m just pressin’ the cheat code
We on a new level with the C-notes
I’m from where kids hustled on the block and rolled cee-lo
And niggas stay strapped like Girbauds
T-Nice with me week to week though
Life was different when they got him for that R.I.C.O
For a couple kilos
Coulda had ’em underground, he was livin’ life illegal
Now he gettin’ right and our pockets lookin’ chicho
Sippin’ cappuccino on a jet to Cannes
Couple models gettin’ lit, they the best in France
Got Leonardo dough, catch me if you can
We had to kill Beijing and next Japan, man
This beat hot, I could catch a tan
My demographic in L.A. all Mexican
I love my supporters, they keep the check in hand
So every time I get a chance, I’ma bless the fam
What up, what up?

[Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
Done created a dream world, slept with my dream girl
Brought mama that new house, diamonds and mean pearls
Done went to Africa, talked to the have-nots
Donated some uniforms, teach ’em how to have guap
Preemo put the soul in it, I make the track hot
And this thing forever got the game in a padlock
I just want somethin’ real, I’m tired of the ass shots
Don’t wanna go to the club, I’m tired of them trap spots
My generation’s stuck on stupid
Showin’ guns on the ‘Gram, but no one use it
Sometimes I feel like I’m about to lose it
Because the fake win when y’all know what the truth is
It’s me, the F-E-R to the fuckin’ G
My bars is Gang Starr, nobody can fuck with me
Rest in peace Guru, nobody can fuck with he
You rappers is coocoo, better wake up out your fuckin’ dreams

[Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

[Outro: A$AP Ferg]
A$AP
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

Russ – Flip

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah
Keep that same energy, please don’t flip
You were talking all that motherfucking shit
We see everyone, we been keeping a list

[Chorus]
Keep that same energy, please don’t flip
Please don’t flip, please don’t flip
Please don’t flip, please don’t flip
Please don’t flip, please don’t flip
Keep that same energy, please don’t flip (yeah)

[Verse 1]
People hating on me, that’s a trend
Big Tim gonna deck you, that’s a friend
Peep my middle finger, that’s a Benz
All my women mixed, that’s a blend
Blow a 100k, I don’t feel a thing, let me pop my shit
People coming at me from all angles, gotta watch my six (woah)
Y’all are checking scores (woah)
I’m just scoring checks (woah)
Y’all say less is more (woah)
Put that myth to rest
Ain’t no flipping back and forth, stay the fuck away from me
You can’t get a beat or hook or verse so fucking wait for me
I see all the hate for me, I been keeping inventory
If we run into each other, please don’t switch your story

[Pre-Chorus]
Keep that same energy, please don’t flip (yeah)
You were talking all that motherfucking shit (bitch)
We see everyone, we been keeping a list (we all see)

[Chorus]
Keep that same energy, please don’t flip (yeah)
Please don’t flip, please don’t flip
Please don’t flip, please don’t flip
Please don’t flip, please don’t flip
Keep that same energy, please don’t flip (yeah)

[Verse 2]
Talking and being broke, that’s all y’all are good for
Mad ’cause your bookkeepers keep saying you need to get booked more
Your lack of success is not my fault, with your crying ass
Spreading rumors ’bout me, bitch you reaching with your lying ass
Price, I just swipe, its been two years since I’ve looked
If you hate but you follow, you’re a fan, that’s understood
You got million dollar goals, but your work ethic’s a penny
I take trips around the world, you still taking trips to Denny’s
That’s your budget? That’s so sad, you’re like thirty and some change
If you’re hating, just be patient, I got way more on the way
You so salty that I’m popping, my success is pepper spray
Pick a side, pick a side, once you pick it better stay

[Pre-Chorus]
Keep that same energy, please don’t flip (yeah)
You were talking all that motherfucking shit (yeah)
We see everyone, we been keeping a list (we see you too)

[Chorus]
Keep that same energy, please don’t flip
Please don’t flip, please don’t flip
Please don’t flip, please don’t flip
Please don’t flip, please don’t flip
Keep that same energy, please don’t flip

O.T. Genasis – Too Blessed

My life good, so good
I know, I know, I know yeah yeah

[Hook]
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed

[Verse 1]
Hit the kitchen, hit that rock up
You remember we was locked up
He a trusty, got his own broom
My lil nigga coming home soon
Track through the path
Whip through the class
Pot on the stove
Stretch like a rag
Came in a foreign, left in a jag
Took her to the store, left with a bag
I ain’t gone trip about them bills, I’m like fuck that shit
I ain’t gone talk about my ex, i’m like fuck that bitch
Thank god so I pray
We done came a long way, aye aye

[Hook]
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed

[Verse 2]
What kind of car I’m about to buy today?
Drunk but I’m about to get high today
Said she want to see a nigga right away
I got to fly today
Get to miles up, money pile up
All these niggas stuck
Why you wined up?
Thought it was luck, never gave up
Should have been a bag, cuz I’m too clutch
Watching how these fuck niggas try to look at me
Got that 45 ain’t nobody booking me
I done came a long way
Please don’t make a nigga spray aye aye

[Hook]
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed

MoneyBagg Yo – Questions

[Hook]
How long you been rappin’?
A lil minute, why, why you ask me that?
Are you still trappin? Huh?
I heard you went and got the bust down Rollie
I did, how you know that?
Boy how you went got it? I been grindin’
How you fuck with Gotti, he from the other side, he’s my nigga
Man how that shit happen? Don’t worry ‘bout it
Is you really breakin’ bread with your team? I am
Or are you just cappin’? I’m good
They askin’ me, askin’ me
They askin’ me questions, man I don’t even reply to ‘em
They askin’ me, askin’ me
They askin’ me ‘bout drugs, I don’t do none’ but lie to ‘em
They askin’ me 21 questions
Over and over, I don’t do the confessions
They tryna switch up on the story
To fuck up my words, they tryna finesse me

[Verse 1]
Yeah, they tryna fuck me
Prayin’, hope they get lucky
Hopin’ I crack
Nah, I’ll never do that
They showing me pictures of faces
Bringing up old ass cases
Tryna make me write a statement
Reading other niggas’ affidavits
Why you sing with Gotti, ain’t you the mob?
You know you wrong
What you doin’ it for the money or something?
What you tryna get on?
I been had the streets in a headlock
Fuck you mean is I’m tryna get on?
Look I go where I wanna go, do what I wanna do
Cause nigga I’m grown
See real niggas link up and get some money
The fuck is you on?
And niggas can’t tell me who to fuck with
Cause I got this shit on my own
And I was in the streets grinding before I was shining while you was at home
And I’m the type of nigga smack the shit out you
Or put one in your dome

[Hook]
How long you been rappin’?
A lil minute, why, why you ask me that?
Are you still trappin? Huh?
I heard you went and got the bust down Rollie
I did, how you know that?
Boy how you went got it? I been grindin’
How you fuck with Gotti, he from the other side, he’s my nigga
Man how that shit happen? Don’t worry ‘bout it
Is you really breakin’ bread with your team? I am
Or are you just cappin’? I’m good
They askin’ me, askin’ me
They askin’ me questions, man I don’t even reply to ‘em
They askin’ me, askin’ me
They askin’ me ‘bout drugs, I don’t do none’ but lie to ‘em
They askin’ me 21 questions
Over and over, I don’t do the confessions
They tryna switch up on the story
To fuck up my words, they tryna finesse me

[Verse 2]
Mad ‘cause I got my ass in
Same nigga talkin’, same nigga would’ve broke the pen
I’ma shoot my thirty-two, that’s why my clip extend
Bullets with the blue tip will take off a nigga’s skin
Will take off a nigga’s head, I’m like fuck you and your man
All that yelling in your rhymes make it hard to comprehend
I just got to ask this question, why you in your feelings though?
Why you on social media actin’ like you do, but don’t want smoke?
Same niggas act like bitches, same ones get treated like hoes
Sending shots through a post
All on Twitter doing the most
Asking questions, I ain’t with it
What you ridin’? how you livin’?
How much you got? What you spending?
Who you rock with? who you not with?
Who you shop with?
Ain’t with the questions, you need to stop it

[Hook]
How long you been rappin’?
A lil minute, why, why you ask me that?
Are you still trappin? Huh?
I heard you went and got the bust down Rollie
I did, how you know that?
Boy how you went got it? I been grindin’
How you fuck with Gotti, he from the other side, he’s my nigga
Man how that shit happen? Don’t worry ‘bout it
Is you really breakin’ bread with your team? I am
Or are you just cappin’? I’m good
They askin’ me, askin’ me
They askin’ me questions, man I don’t even reply to ‘em
They askin’ me, askin’ me
They askin’ me ‘bout drugs, I don’t do none’ but lie to ‘em
They askin’ me 21 questions
Over and over, I don’t do the confessions
They tryna switch up on the story
To fuck up my words, they tryna finesse me

Famous Dex – Pick It Up (feat. A$AP Rocky)

[Intro]
Ayo big bro, you fucking with that? Hah, okay cool
That’s my fucking brother right there, ya dig?
Dexter, ooh, wait

[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, groove
Baby girl watch how you move
I got them vets on my shoes (I do)
I pop a pill then I lose it (Wait)
Speed it up (Speed)
Look at the diamonds, they eat it up (Eat)
Grab me two bitches, I beat it up
They thinking I’m wifing, deleted ’em (Uh-wait, ooh)
Pints in, call up Rocket, ooh (Uh-what)
My brother plug like a socket (Ooh)
Geeking this dope, yeah I got ’em
Open the safe, you can’t lock it (What)
Sippin’ that Wock, yeah I go to the top
Bust on yo bitch like a Glock (Ooh)
She like to suck on my clock
I get the money don’t stop, Dexter

[Interlude: Famous Dex]
Hah, know I’m saying?
Like, I know you like this beat too
But you a fuckin’ goofy though (fucking lame ass nigga)
Uh-wait

[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
Word around, word around, word around town
I heard this boy was a clown
Swim in yo bitch once I drown
Call up my plug for the pounds
Odd Future, yeah, it’s right on my clothes
Bad bitch, yeah, I watch her do coke
Broke as hell, I used to sleep on the floor
I never do it no more, ooh
Telling you broke, it’s no joke, ooh
I used to kick in that door, wait
Now I’m selling out these shows
Water my wrist, Fendi right on my clothes, huh
Hold up lil mama, you tweaking
A bad bitch, Puerto Rican (Puerto Rican)
Get her off molly, she geekin’
Call up your friend, yeah we chill for the weekend, Dexter

[Interlude: Famous Dex]
You know I’m saying
Like, no no no, we can only chill for the weekend
Then you gotta go
Call your friend too, Dexter

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Order VLONE, color orange mango label
Rotary phone, in my old school Mercedes
Smoke OG grown, when I’m Californicating
I got 3 phones, business, conversation, and relation
Hold up, wait a sec, wait a min, wait a tick
Jacob my wrist, nothing was fake on my wrist
Four finger ring on my hand
Say what you say to my wrist, talk to the hand
Don’t wanna resort to the hands
What the face say to the fist
(I’m Rick James bitch!)

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Ha, funny and shit
A fifth of the tab
Suck on her tits
Went back to the pad
Watched Dexter’s Lab on the flix

[Verse 4: A$AP Rocky]
Speed it up, speed it up, speed it
Up
Just in the track and I beat it up
Acne my jacket from Sweden (Huh?)
My chick don’t exactly know English
They ain’t ’bout that action no beefin’
I might as well go back to vegan
My shit might go platinum first week
Play that shit back and repeat it (Uhh)
Word around, word of mouth, word around town
You the one doing all the murder round town
Pulling up, shoot ’em, leave the burner down town
Shoot em like the birdie, cause they all fly south
Whippin the, whippin the, whippin the wrist
I’m fucking your bitch and I’m up in your fridge
I only tell stories to tuck in the kids
So how in the fuck can they fuck with the kid?

[Outro: A$AP Rocky]
Ha, funny and shit
[?]
I’m back in my bag
Went back to the pad
Watched Dexter’s Lab on the flix

Famous Dex – Pick It Up (feat. A$AP Rocky)

[Intro]
Ayo big bro, you fucking with that? Hah, okay cool
That’s my fucking brother right there, ya dig?
Dexter, ooh, wait

[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, groove
Baby girl watch how you move
I got them vets on my shoes (I do)
I pop a pill then I lose it (Wait)
Speed it up (Speed)
Look at the diamonds, they eat it up (Eat)
Grab me two bitches, I beat it up
They thinking I’m wifing, deleted ’em (Uh-wait, ooh)
Pints in, call up Rocket, ooh (Uh-what)
My brother plug like a socket (Ooh)
Geeking this dope, yeah I got ’em
Open the safe, you can’t lock it (What)
Sippin’ that Wock, yeah I go to the top
Bust on yo bitch like a Glock (Ooh)
She like to suck on my clock
I get the money don’t stop, Dexter

[Interlude: Famous Dex]
Hah, know I’m saying?
Like, I know you like this beat too
But you a fuckin’ goofy though (fucking lame ass nigga)
Uh-wait

[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
Word around, word around, word around town
I heard this boy was a clown
Swim in yo bitch once I drown
Call up my plug for the pounds
Odd Future, yeah, it’s right on my clothes
Bad bitch, yeah, I watch her do coke
Broke as hell, I used to sleep on the floor
I never do it no more, ooh
Telling you broke, it’s no joke, ooh
I used to kick in that door, wait
Now I’m selling out these shows
Water my wrist, Fendi right on my clothes, huh
Hold up lil mama, you tweaking
A bad bitch, Puerto Rican (Puerto Rican)
Get her off molly, she geekin’
Call up your friend, yeah we chill for the weekend, Dexter

[Interlude: Famous Dex]
You know I’m saying
Like, no no no, we can only chill for the weekend
Then you gotta go
Call your friend too, Dexter

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Order VLONE, color orange mango label
Rotary phone, in my old school Mercedes
Smoke OG grown, when I’m Californicating
I got 3 phones, business, conversation, and relation
Hold up, wait a sec, wait a min, wait a tick
Jacob my wrist, nothing was fake on my wrist
Four finger ring on my hand
Say what you say to my wrist, talk to the hand
Don’t wanna resort to the hands
What the face say to the fist
(I’m Rick James bitch!)

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Ha, funny and shit
A fifth of the tab
Suck on her tits
Went back to the pad
Watched Dexter’s Lab on the flix

[Verse 4: A$AP Rocky]
Speed it up, speed it up, speed it
Up
Just in the track and I beat it up
Acne my jacket from Sweden (Huh?)
My chick don’t exactly know English
They ain’t ’bout that action no beefin’
I might as well go back to vegan
My shit might go platinum first week
Play that shit back and repeat it (Uhh)
Word around, word of mouth, word around town
You the one doing all the murder round town
Pulling up, shoot ’em, leave the burner down town
Shoot em like the birdie, cause they all fly south
Whippin the, whippin the, whippin the wrist
I’m fucking your bitch and I’m up in your fridge
I only tell stories to tuck in the kids
So how in the fuck can they fuck with the kid?

[Outro: A$AP Rocky]
Ha, funny and shit
[?]
I’m back in my bag
Went back to the pad
Watched Dexter’s Lab on the flix

Dierks Bentley – Woman, Amen

[Verse 1]
I’d lose my way and I’d lose my mind
If I faced one day on my own
I know I was saved
The night that she gave this drifter’s heart a home

[Chorus]
Every night I should be on my knees
Lord knows how lucky I am
I’ll never say near enough
Thank God for this woman, Amen

[Verse 2]
This world has a way of shaking your faith
I’ve been broken again and again
But I need all the cracks in my shattered heart
Cause that’s where her love gets in

[Chorus]
Every night I should be on my knees
Lord knows how lucky I am
I’ll never say near enough
Thank God for this woman, Amen

She gives me faith
She gives me grace
She gives me hope
She gives me strength
She gives me love
Love without end
Thank God for this woman, Amen

[Bridge]
Thanks for the moon and the stars up above
Forgiveness’ a sin in your undying love
Every twist every turn for the way you made sure
All my roads led to home

[Chorus]
So tonight I will fall down on my knees
Cause Lord knows how lucky I am
I’m gonna shout at the top of my lungs
Thank God for this woman, Amen
And thank God for this woman, Amen

She gives me faith
She gives me grace
She gives me hope
She gives me strength
She gives me love
Love without end
Thank God for this woman, Amen

The Chainsmokers – Sick Boy

[Verse 1]
I’m from the East side of America
Where we choose pride over character
And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is
I live on the West side of America
Where they spin lies into fairy dust
And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is

And don’t believe the narcissism
When everyone projects and expects you to listen to ’em
Make no mistake, I live in a prison
That I built myself, it is my religion
And they say that I am the sick boy
Easy to say, when you don’t take the risk, boy
Welcome to the narcissism
Where we’re united under our indifference

[Verse 2]
And I’m from the East side of America
Where we desensitize by hysteria
And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is
I live on the West side of America
Where they spin lies into fairy dust
And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is

[Chorus]
I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy
I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy
They say that I am the sick boy
And they call me the sick boy

[Verse 2]
Don’t believe the narcissism
When everyone projects and expects you to listen to ’em
Make no mistake, I live in a prison
That I built myself, it is my religion
And they say that I am the sick boy
Easy to say, when you don’t take the risk, boy
Welcome to the narcissism
Where we’re united under our indifference

[Bridge]
Feed yourself with my life’s work
How many likes is my life worth?
Feed yourself with my life’s work
How many likes is my life worth?
Feed yourself with my life’s work
How many likes is my life worth?
Feed yourself on my life’s work
How many likes is my life worth?

[Chorus]
I’m from the East side of America
I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy
I live on the West side of America
I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy
I’m from the East side of America
They say that I am the sick boy
I live on the West side of America
Yeah, they call me the sick boy
I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy
I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy
They say that I am the sick boy
Yeah, they call me the sick boy

Tyga – Dubai Trip

[Intro – Young Thug]
This is just like, some YSL takeover typa shit, know what I’m saying?
I got diamonds everywhere on me too
On God

[Bridge – Young Thug]
I’m saucing on everyone
I cost more than everyone
Real bad bitch she’ll play, today
My jeans they by Saint Lauren
Big up, big up to everybody balling
Big up to everybody tryna fall in
Big up to niggas that be flossing
Big ups

[Hook – Young Thug]
Take a trip and land in Dubai
Lens so long I see days in the stars
All my (?) dripping like a staff
Big dog status baby roar roar roar!
Going brazy, Tasmanian
I run it up for a better life for my son
Take a trip and land in Dubai
Take a trip and land in Dubai

[Verse 1 – Young Thug]
I got money on my mental
I used to live in the projects over (?)
Tryna stack the money way taller than (?)
Tryna put all my niggas in them Benz Os
Got my hair grey like my mental
So you know my mental got me (?)
Diamonds on my neck, this cold
Pop shit yes, big balls
I see all these bitches screaming "Get some!"
I see all these niggas tryna get some
Now all these bitches in my bed, ehh
And now these niggas wish they was the kid, ehh
Yellow diamonds on me, fuck the critics, ehh
Long as all the critics know I’m getting it
Before I die, wanna be like Money Maid
Bitch I’m getting cheese like cottage, ayy
Comment on the boy like I’m Ben Wallace
Check us out the foreign I went and on got it
Wassup with my lil boy they like (?)
So I filled the closet up with like (?)
Bounce and make it wobble on the dick
Slurping sloppy toppy ‘front the kids
Got to peel the top that’s what I did
I give that (?)
Mix kid, pop him with the cig
Fuck around and rob him with the wig
I bought some ice and fuck if imma ski
I really fucked the bitch, big D

[Bridge – Tyga]
I’m saucing on everyone
I cost more than everyone
Real bad bitch she’ll play, today
My jeans they by Saint Lauren
Big up to everybody balling
Big up to everybody tryna fall in
Big up to niggas that be flossing
Big up, ayy
Big up, ayy

[Hook – Tyga]
Take a trip and land in Dubai
Lens so long I see days in the stars
All my (?) dripping like a staff
Big dog status baby roar roar roar!
Going brazy, Tasmanian
I run it up for a better life for my son
Take a trip and land in Dubai
Take a trip and land in Dubai

[Verse 2 – Tyga]
Stepping out the Jiggy G5
When you the shit you just do shit on the floss
Bulletproof vest, got me shooting in designer
Frames, Criss, into your mama
Gucci to my boot like a fucking big timer
AMG coupe you know my nigga just got it
My son like Ferraris, we may got Ferraris, I threw him a party, 200
(?), we, fuckin, winning, Tyga, blood, dripping, dripping
Chop the dope, got it snowing like Christmas
Get so high, she costs birds, she a Christian
Don’t play yourself, we even ball off-season
Had to cut some niggas off and niggas can’t believe it
I know, I know you want a better life
Trade lives for my tie just to get away I, I

[Hook – Young Thug]
Take a trip and land in Dubai
Lens so long I see days in the stars
All my (?) dripping like a staff
Big dog status baby roar roar roar!
Going brazy, Tasmanian
I run it up for a better life for my son
Take a trip and land in Dubai
Take a trip and land in Dubai

[Outro – Young Thug]
I’m gon land in Dubai
Let’s take a trip to Dubai
I see the daytime in the stars
I took my bae to Dubai
I took my homies to Dubai
Yeah, we was on the plane so long
We seen day and we seen stars
All facts

Tech N9ne – Tech N9ne (Don’t Nobody Want None) Lyrics

[Intro]
Dedicated to all the DJ’s and dance crews all around the world
(Tech N9ne)

[Verse 1]
Don’t nobody want it, we hella hot at the moment
We’re coming for all opponents, it feel incredible don’t it?
It really ain’t a thang, who get ’em crazy goin’ orangutan?
(Tech N9ne)
Look at ’em copy me, trying to get top of the boss with a lot of mediocrity
Starting the properties, wanna get off in my monopoly
Tell me who is the one they call Socrates?
(Tech N9ne)
It’s been a wreck and a debt
When a head-on collision was in effect from a Tech
The other side is accursed, they have a lot of ‘regerts’
My creation is shakin’ the planet Earth (We’ll show)
Everybody better (Kneel down)
Any opposition (We’ll drown)
So don’t you make a mistake with the Yates
Cause his plan of escape – you better wait

[Hook]
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
(Tech N9ne)

[Verse 2]
The beat I broke
Never needed my chin hair to be thy goat
With the mic and my fight folks that peep my quotes
And try to stay say that we eat nice joke
(Tech N9ne)
The big man, the lift-hands and get fans
That pushing the poetry big as it can
Way up on the pedastal
Losing your lesson, just let it go
Killing so many, I [?] federal
Your pal, Nina
Thinking dirty with your style, my style cleaner
Women all here by screaming like I’m Alcina
Wanna go with the Scorpio, baby? I’ll sting ya
Boo you, screw you too
Fool, you through
This how we do at the ‘ZZou
Mizzou-zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou-Zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou

[Hook]
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Wait a minute

[Verse 3]
Now the beat will style defeat
Will step into anybody faking and lay them down to sleep
Found a beast to give the people a sound to beat
How elite? Tecca Nina, we’re outin’ a feast
Yeah, another sucker lost tryna uppercut a boss
Wanna break it on me? I’ll break a motherfucker off
Thinking that you could handle’s a gamble
We lit as a candle, damn your clan look nothing but scandals
And taking the L
You facing to fail, shaking the whale
And you a snail awaking to hell
Baking your tail with the heat
The agony of defeat
[?] you had to be of a chief
Feed my technique and they come try to (Steal it)
But they cannot duplicate how I (Kill it)
Fakers will never compare to the (Realest)
Tech is a murderer giving it up to they ( [?] )

[Hook]
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
[Scratches]
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)
Don’t nobody want none (Don’t nobody want none)

[Outro]
Boo you, screw you too
Fool, you through
This how we do at the ‘ZZou
Mizzou-zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou-Zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou
Boo you, screw you too
Fool, you through
This how we do at the ‘ZZou
Mizzou-zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou
‘Zzou-zzou-zzou-Zzou-zzou-zzou-zzou

Fall Out Boy – Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I think I got too many memories getting in the way of me
I’m about to go Tonya Harding on the whole world’s knee
And I’m stuck, night vision
So stuck night vision
But I come to life, come to life

[Pre-Chorus]
Some princes don’t become kings
Even at the best times I’m out of my mind
You only get what you grieve
Are you smelling that shit?
Are you smelling that shit?
Eau de résistance

[Chorus]
The only thing that’s ever stopping me is me, hey
The only thing that’s ever stopping me is me, hey
I testify if I die in my sleep
Then know that my life was just a killer dream, yeah

[Verse 2]
Seems like the whole damn world went and lost its mind
And all my childhood heroes have fallen off or died
Fake tears, we are living fake tears
But the alcohol never lies, never lies

[Pre-Chorus]
Some princes don’t become kings
Even at the best times I’m out of my mind
You only get what you grieve
Are you smelling that shit?
Are you smelling that shit?
Eau de résistance

[Chorus]
The only thing that’s ever stopping me is me, hey
The only thing that’s ever stopping me is me, hey
I testify if I die in my sleep
Then know that my life was just a killer dream, yeah
Then know that my life was just a killer dream, yeah
I testify
I testify
Are you smelling that shit?
Eau de résistance

[Bridge]
Hey, hey, hey
Some princes don’t become kings
Even at the best of times I’m out of my mind
You only get what you grieve
Are you smelling that shit?
Are you smelling that shit?

[Chorus]
The only thing that’s ever stopping me is me, hey
The only thing that’s ever stopping me is me, hey
I testify if I die in my sleep
Then know that my life was just a killer dream, yeah
Then know that my life was just a killer dream, yeah
Are you smelling that shit?
Eau de résistance

Iggy Azalea – Hit The Floor Lyrics

You think it’s sick i know
I been that bitch i know
We don’t know one that know yours no (No no no no!)
They be acting like, they be getting dough (No!)
Only question is what you pull out broke for (Why do that?)

They be acting like, they done got the bag
Yeah right, how the hell your pockets flat
Y’all ain’t really got that guap
Y’all ain’t really got that cent (No!)
Y’all ain’t got that camera in the place
Looking at you when you come back babe (Hold up!)
Y’all ain’t got sting on your whips
Y’all ain’t got (?)
I would never do it like that
And i bet you can’t do it like this

Shot the beat and hit the floor
What (?) for

Copped a cotton candy mink
I live in Cali Tho
You think it’s sick i know
I been that bitch i know
Lost some Ben Franks ‘long the way
But i don’t miss ’em though

Sia – Passenger Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I can’t let go of control
I can’t let go and not know
Don’t know don’t way ahead of me
One day out a time is all I need
There was a time one those [?]
There was a time without it
But it took you to show me
I can handle about it

[Chorus]
I let you leave the way now
Cause I want you to take the wheel
I’ve never been a passenger, no
I never know how good it would be
But more of twist and turns, but
I know that I am in your hands
I’ve never been a passenger, no
And we’ve seen more without a mess
(Like this beautiful)
Without a mess
(Like this beautiful)
Without a mess
(Like this beautiful)
Without a mess

[Verse 2]
So let’s take a walk and get low
Let’s take a chance on finding us
I wanna see the world with you
And a step with something new
It’s had to jump when no nervous
But I jumped in I got no regrets
You’re my co-pilot and here, that’s fine
I working [?]

[Chorus]
I let you leave the way now
Cause I want you to take the wheel
I’ve never been a passenger, no
I never know how good it would be
But more of twist and turns
But, I know that I am in your hands
I’ve never been a passenger, no
And we’ve seen more without a mess
(Like this beautiful)
Without a mess
(Like this beautiful)
Without a mess
(Like this beautiful)
Without a mess

[Bridge]
I know we’re finally falling in
Cause I was giving you help, now I’m all in
My hand in the air, flying proudly
Cause you’re leaving, cause you’re leaving
Cause you’re leaving, cause you’re leaving

[Chorus]
I let you leave the way now
Cause I want you to take the wheel
I’ve never been a passenger, no
I never know how good it would be
But more of twist and turns, but
I know that I am in your hands
I’ve never been a passenger, no
And we’ve seen more without a mess
(Like this beautiful)
Without a mess
(Like this beautiful)
Without a mess
(Like this beautiful)
Without a mess

ASAP Ferg – Family

[Intro]
Yeah
Uh
Yeah, uh
Uh

[Verse 1]
I said, "My mama"
My mama always taught me
In and out with a shawty, she beat me for actin’ naughty
And my daddy, my daddy, he a savage
Fuckin’ bitches, the baddest and buyin’ whips to crash
And my uncles, my uncle, one name is Pschyo
T-Nice cooked the white slow, thank God he ain’t do life though
And my grandmas, my grandma, one hit the hammer
One dressed like Hammer and was an African dancer

[Chorus]
Family tree
Yeah, family tree
Bring it back
Yeah, family

[Verse 2]
I hate it when my mama curse me out in the public
My daddy had the silver mink matchin’ the Benz
T-Nice introduced me to some killers for friends
And Pschyo was a Pschyo with a deuce in his Timbs
My grandma had the arthritis, holdin’ the hammer (Yeah)
She kept it in the mattress, kept my unc’ out the slammer
The other had a caesar with some pants like Hammer
She kick her legs up, she a African dancer

[Chorus]
Family tree
Yeah, family tree
Yeah, family

[Verse 3]
Life’s a tightrope, the fam give me balance
With me as I climb the mountains are the rich and the famous
Grandma, holy moly, she dancin’, I see Marcus Garvey on the wall and say "damn it
Who you starin’ at?" My grandma say, "Lord of the planet"
You can tell she is a fan of the Black Panthers
T-Nice ran with a posse, only do damage (Right)
That’s what I’m sayin’, drug game like a cancer
He was wearin’ pandas, minks coats, now he in the slammer (Yeah)
And I can’t stand her like "Dirty Diana" (Right)
Life’s a bitch, you’s my grandma, grandma
My fathers cross cost an arm and a hammer (Right)
People think they broad is all from Atlanta (Yeah)
Was never home and showed up to be Santa (Ah)
I used to hang out with gang bangers like Santana that wear bandanas
And red clothes with pit bulls, the red nose
[?]
Keep the "Smith &" if you slippin’, you got rich, just let me get it

[Outro]
Family
Oh, my family
Yeah, uh
Oh, my family
Yeah
Oh, my family
I do it
Oh, my family
Do it
Oh, my family
I do it
Do it
Do it

Phillip Phillips – Into The Wild

Drown me in slow motion
Steal the breath I’m holding
You could take it with your smile
Chase me in the darkness
Kiss me like you’re heartless
Then run away and hide

Cause I’ll follow you
Into the wild

Roll me like the thunder
Let me feel your hunger
For me tonight
When your heart is broken
I’ll suck out all the poison
When the viper bites

And I’ll follow you
Into the wild
Into the wild
And I’ll follow you
Into the wild
Into the wild

I won’t change you
I won’t tame you
I won’t change you
I won’t tame you, no

I can be your landslide
And you can be my fault line
Let’s jump and shake the earth

‘Cause I’ll follow you
Into the wild
Into the wild
And I’ll follow you
Into the wild
Into the wild
Into the wild (change you)
Into the wild (tame you)
Into the wild (change you)
(Tame you)
(Change you)
Into the wild (tame you)

Jonas Brothers – When You Look Me In The Eyes

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah

If the heart is always searching
Can you ever find a home?
I’ve been looking for that someone
I never make it on my own

Dreams can’t take
The place of loving you
There’s gotta be a million reasons
Why it’s true

When you look me in the eyes
And tell me that you love me
Everything’s alright
When you’re right here by my side

When you look me in the eyes
I catch a glimpse of heaven
I find my paradise
When you look me in the eyes

How long will I be waiting
To be with you again?
I’m gonna tell you that I love you
In the best way that I can

I can’t take a day without you here
You’re the light that make my darkness disappear

When you look me in the eyes
And tell me that you love me

Everything’s alright
When you’re right here by my side

When you look me in the eyes
I catch a glimpse of heaven
I find my paradise
When you look me in the eyes

Movin’ on, I start to realize
I can reach my tomorrow
I can hold my head up high
And it’s all because you’re by my side

When you look me in the eyes
And tell me that you love me
Everything’s alright
When you’re right here by my side

When I hold you in my arms
I know that it’s forever
I just got to let you know
I never wanna let you go

‘Cause when you look me in the eyes
And tell me that you love me
Everything’s alright
When you’re right here by my side

When you look me in the eyes
I catch a glimpse of heaven
Oh, I find my paradise
When you look me in the eyes, oh, yeah, ah

Cousin Stizz – Lambo

[Chorus]
I just wanna race a Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
I just wanna race a Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Gucci be all on her sandals
She say I’m too hard to handle
I just wanna race a Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Know you be flexing you talkin’ ’bout work
But that ain’t ya pack, it’s ya man’s O
I just wanna race a Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Gucci be all on her sandals
She say I’m too hard to handle
I just wanna race a Lambo
I just wanna race a Lambo

[Verse 1]
Bro had his arm in the pan
Way before I had a fan doe
I’m drinkin’ straight dout the handle
Remy might make me go Rambo
Heard you spit then changed the channel
I put 10k on a mantle
Why these boys sound like samples
Stealing my swag by the handful
You know that we mobbin we keep the car running
That’s just how we move like sopranos
Gotta blend in like a camo
I got the Feds in a scramble
Anything possible you gotta get it and I had to make the example
The block got me covered like flannel
I keep it lit like a candle

[Chorus]
I just wanna race a Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
I just wanna race a Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Gucci be all on her sandals
She say I’m too hard to handle
I just wanna race a Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Know you be flexing you talkin’ ’bout work
But that ain’t ya pack, it’s ya man’s O
I just wanna race a Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Gucci be all on her sandals
She say I’m too hard to handle
I just wanna race a Lambo
I just wanna race a Lambo

[Verse 2]
She gave me top so sincere
Pulled up and brought her friends here
I brought the whole hood in here
Just had to make that real clear
I want the diamonds this clear
I wanna shine like Ric fFair
I need a million this year
Duck in a Lambo, switch gears
Shawty come ride with a winner she taking it off ’cause I take her there
You a beginner, don’t take it there
You and me know they ain’t playin’ fair
We bust the work down and into shares
You know my circle ain’t into squares

[Chorus]
I just wanna race a Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
I just wanna race a Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Gucci be all on her sandals
She say I’m too hard to handle
I just wanna race a Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Know you be flexing you talkin’ ’bout work
But that ain’t ya pack, it’s ya man’s O
I just wanna race a Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Gucci be all on her sandals
She say I’m too hard to handle
I just wanna race a Lambo
I just wanna race a Lambo

Beck – Fix Me

[Verse 1]
You might fix me
You might crush me
Take a little piece of me
Start a new history
And trace it back to me
Someday you might see

[Pre-Chorus]
I want you
I want you
I want you
Oh, I want you

[Chorus]
I don’t mind
If the sea washes over the city tonight
Tonight

[Verse 2]
The ground is hollow, dark skies follow
And you don’t know where you’ve gone
Branches on the trees have arms
The moon is a false alarm
Nothing’s gonna do you harm
Except yourself

[Pre-Chorus]
I want you
I want you
I want you
Yeah, I want you

[Chorus]
I don’t mind
If the sea washes over the city tonight
Tonight

[Outro]
I’m set free
I’m set free

Young Scooter – Jugg King

Hey Tawn, turn that beat down
YoLil Daddy in this bitch here
Ya dig
You say you a hitman but you ain’t hit shit
You say you a lick man but you ain’t hit no licks
You say you a dope boy but you ain’t sold no bricks
My baby mama left, I bought another nigga bitch
I do what I want, you do what you can
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
I do what I want, you do what you can
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
I’m a real nigga
Lick hitter, bitch getter
Quick flipper
Pot whipper, dope dealer
Fly nigga
If I pop I’ma ride nigga
Goyard, a hundred racks inside nigga
You a fuck nigga
I could get you touched nigga
I be in your hood
So I know what’s up with you
You a worker nigga
Hang around plugs nigga, you the dope man
You ain’t got no drugs nigga
I’m a boss nigga, I’m bossed out like Rick Ross nigga
Five-fifty bands, you know what that cost nigga
My shit paid for
You paid a note, you ridin’ a rental, I got Freebandz
You know Future that’s my nigga, Scooter!
You say you a hitman but you ain’t hit shit
You say you a lick man but you ain’t hit no licks
You say you a dope boy but you ain’t sold no bricks
My baby mama left, I bought another nigga bitch
I do what I want, you do what you can
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
I do what I want, you do what you can
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
Real dope boy
Nigga you a ho boy, you move a brick a month
That means your trap too slow boy, every day I stunt
I put on a show boy, you ain’t got no money
Nigga you a broke boy
I do what I want, I got real cash
They call me the Jugg King ’cause I got real swag
I ain’t talking clothes
Bitch I got them bags
You know this a pound house and we don’t sell halves
I’m a boss nigga
Yeah I took a loss nigga
If you in the streets
Watch out for the cross nigga
I don’t trust niggas
‘Cause I can’t take no loss nigga, I got Freebandz
Yeah Casino that’s my nigga, Scooter!
You say you a hitman but you ain’t hit shit
You say you a lick man but you ain’t hit no licks
You say you a dope boy but you ain’t sold no bricks
My baby mama left, I bought another nigga bitch
I do what I want, you do what you can
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
I do what I want, you do what you can
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
Hey Tawn, turn that beat down?

Tory Lanez, Major Lazer & Cashmere Cat – Miss You (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Took time to get you
Took time to let you know
Tried to forget you
You’re unforgettable

[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
There’s 24 hours in a day
I think about you more than 24 times
Just trying not to think about you
But you’ve been on my mind
I got nothing for you but time
‘Cause you always end up by my side
Through loving you, I needed time
I needed time, and now I’m like

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Can I hit it like that?
Like this, like that?
Uh-huh, you know
Can I kiss it like that?
Like this, like that?
Remember that
Heaven, it feels like that
I won’t lie to you, no, no
Can I hit it like that?
I’ve been waiting

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
For you, you, you
Oh you, you, you
Oh you, you, you
Oh you
I’ve been waiting on and on and-

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Took time to find you
You left to go away
Must I remind you, feelings don’t go astray, no

[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
There’s 24 hours in a day
I think about you more than 24 times
Just trying not to think about you
But you’ve been on my mind
I got nothing for you but time
‘Cause you always end up by my side
Through loving you, I needed time
I needed time, and now I’m like

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Can I hit it like that?
Like this, like that?
Uh-huh, you know
Can I kiss it like that?
Like this, like that?
Remember that
Heaven, it feels like that
I won’t lie to you, no, no
Can I hit it like that?
I’ve been waiting

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
For you, you, you
Oh you, you, you
Oh you, you, you
Oh you
I’ve been waiting

[Outro: Tory Lanez]
Oh yes, it’s true, true, true, true
I can be different for you, you, you, you
Show me the things I gotta do, do, do, do
I will be different for you, you, you, you
You, woah

Rejjie Snow – Egyptian Luvr (feat. Amine & Kaytranada)

[Intro: Rejjie Snow]
Love
Love

[Refrain: Dana Williams]
Just let go of sorrow
Like there’s no tomorrow
‘Cause tonight might be your last
So stay up till sunrise
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Leave it in the past

[Chorus: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past

[Verse 1: Rejjie Snow]
Breakdance and boogie, my love
This is 1971
I crave that brain and that flesh
Cups of tea and gums that bleed red
Say you wrap the plastic in white
Say you single all of my life
Blackest skin, disfigure my crimes
Credit cards and losing my mind
Piece-by-piece, they stitched me
Ain’t no love, I’m still banging out Whitney
I can’t cry for those who ain’t with me
I can’t pray so Lord, please forgive me (so)
Pink like pussy, extra pushy
Hands up off me, she’s so lovely
Fame and fortune, all those habits
Pink and white, them panties matching

[Bridge: Dana Williams, Aminé & Rejjie Snow]
I want you to stay forever
I want you to stay forever
I want you to stay forever
I want you to stay forever

[Chorus: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past

[Verse 2: Aminé]
Ring, ring, I’m tryna get my old thing back
But baby always wanna bring up shit from the past (yeah)
Whoa-oh, our options are limitless
Putting in effort for the effort, it’s too effortless
Whoa, fuck checks, see the necklace
Gold hit her lips every time that I’m hitting it
Huh, I told her "baby, I’m sorry
But if you think we got problems then baby, watch Maury"
Yeah, that’s why you gotta smell the roses
We parted ways like she’s cheated with Moses
That’s fucked up but a lot of things are
In Hollywood but I never see stars
Do anything for ya, that’s love
Go anywhere for ya, that’s love
Might even kill for ya, that’s love
And if you’re still tripping, that’s drugs

[Refrain: Dana Williams, Rejjie Snow & Aminé]
Just let go of sorrow
Like there’s no tomorrow
‘Cause tonight might be your last
So stay up till sunrise (sunrise)
Wipe the tears from your eyes (your eyes)
Leave it in the past

[Chorus: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past

[Verse 3: Rejjie Snow]
Extra white, she’s so extra white
My appetite, I lost appetite
It’s paradise, we in paradise
So extra bright, it’s so extra bright, so
I break the beat and I scratch it
She be like cancer, she be like dancing
Straight to my mattress, I was on smashing
I was on abra, she was cadabring
No free smoke when your bae is gone
Why love when it’s free and it does no harm?
New phone, who’s this? And my life’s on charge
Two shows, pay rent, get a girl, get a job
Belly of the beast, when I walk in the streets
All I see is fake love, insecurity
Two months, seven days, oh, when you first came
Walked in, Off-White, all pink, okay

[Chorus: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past

Hippo Campus – Buttercup

I’ll be fine on my own, she said, I don’t need you inside my head
(She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own)
I’ll be fine on my own, she said, all my love’s wrapped in shades of red
(She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own)
No holds barred in the ring so you’ll fight me
Give ’em hell, give ’em teeth like you taught me
Tireless mess, seeking thrills getting bitey
When I’m in doubt
Pudgy face kissing lace in the backseat
Wrinkled toss of the coin that I can’t see
Don’t forget I have you to be like me
Where around is enough for a family
I’ll be fine on my own, she said, I don’t need you inside my head
(She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own)
I’ll be fine on my own, she said, all my love’s wrapped in shades of red
(She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own)
Growing pains splaying rain on the high sea
Scale a tree, snap a branch so you can’t leave
On the ground, lost and found, understand me
Putting words in my mouth, trying to get free
Solid punch kind of eyes make ‘em wobbly
Gothic vine growing fire in the lobby
Lighten up, buttercup, get a hobby
Yeah, swing, sucker, swing, finish sobbing
She’ll be fine on her own… she’ll be fine on her own
She’ll be fine on her own… she’ll be fine on her own
She’ll be fine on her own, she said
She’ll be fine on her own, she said
She’ll be fine on her own, she said
She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own
She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own
I’ll be fine, I’m alright, it’s my body
Gonna stick to my guns, like you taught me
Holy hell, I can tell that you hate me
Dying moon, keep me up, keep me waiting
I’ll be fine, I’m alright, it’s my body
Gonna stick to my guns, like you taught me
Holy hell, I can tell that you hate me
Dying moon, keep me up, keep me waiting

Black Eyed Peas – Street Livin’ (On The Late Show) (Live)

[Verse 1: will.i.am]
Street livin’, caught in a trap
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Be like kings or be like pawns
They called us coons, now they call us cons
Street niggas be packing pistols
Terrorists be blasting missles
Crips and bloods and retail thugs
CIA planes bring Columbian drugs
Don’t push me cause I’m close to hell
And compare to them, prison guards get payed well
Ten years no bail is 4 years at Yale
So, forget about the statue of General Lee
Because the status of blacks are generally
Are gonna end up in some penitentiary
Systematically, that’s how they made it to be
Listen, they derailed the soul train
And put a nightmare into every Martin Luther King
And private complexes are owned by the same
Slave masters that owned the slave trade game
And racists no longer have to be racist
Cause niggas kill more niggas than the KKK did
Now, every time I hear a new def jam
Niggas killing niggas like they Ku Klux Klan
I understand what’s a nigga to choose?
Be the killer or be the dead dude in the news
I get it, what’s a nigga to do?
No education in the hood, got a nigga confused

[Verse 2: Taboo]
Street livin’, tough conditions
Brainwashed by the television
We lost in the war we live in
Double cross love lost no religion
Street livin’, oh my gosh
Another brother got shot by the searg’
Another cop got off with no charge
If you black in the hood, you at large
You’re guilty until we prove you’re innocent
If you’re ivory, they treat you different
If you’re ebony, they assume you’re temperament
Well, be vigilant, and they call you militant
You’ll get shot, and they’ll say the incident
Is because you’re beligerent
What a coincidence?
If you ain’t dead, you can see imprisonment

[Verse 3: apl.de.ap]
It’s more niggas in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
There’s more niggas that’s rotting in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
So, how we gon’ get out the trap?
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Street livin’, hustle or hoops
Guns or books, get shot or shoot
Street livin’, ain’t no rules
Break the law, make or break the news
The life you choose could be the life you lose
Niggas getting stuck for the Nike shoes
Street livin’, ain’t no joke
It’s a cold world, better bring your coat
Revoke cause the streets are broke
Now, they wanna take away our dreams and hopes
Street livin’, no economics
No way out of the Reaganomics
Infected by the black plague, new bubonic
No comprende, we speak ebonics
Street livin’, what’s your position?
You can take action or take a dick
Listen, you can get fucked by the system
Or you can say fuck the system

YFN Lucci – Boss Life (feat. Offset)

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
I’m a big pimp, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lotta groupies, yeah

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
I gotta move a clip, in this lil’ uzi yeah
They like to talk a lot yeah, but we like to mute shit, yeah
Pull up and shoot shit yeah, all on the roof and shit, yeah
Trap out the Ruth’s Chris yeah, bust down your cuban, yeah
Montana, some like Tony Montana
Whole lot of drums and bananas
I don’t fuck with no rappers
I got love for my trappers, yeah
Reachin’ for my chains see I know blood they gon’ wack ’em yeah
New spot like the Falcons
New drop this the fast one
Get some top in the Aston
1.5 in cash, bruh
Young fly nigga, they like, "He so handsome"
I might slide through in that Rolls Royce Phantom

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
I’m a big pimp, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah (offset)
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah

[Verse 2: Offset]
(Offset)
My whole cup polluted (drank)
Get in that pint and how you can (hun)
We take the phone from the groupies (woo)
I’m drippin’, baby, excuse me (drip)
Whole lot of gang in here (gang)
Northside niggas, no names in here (Nawf)
Pinky ring crystal clear, 40k spent on a private Lear (fyuu)
60k solitaire (60 ball)
I cannot vibe with queers (hun hun)
I got the heart of a bear (huh)
Bustin’ them down by the pair ( bust down)
Patek Philipe, it’s rare (hey)
I’m smashin’, pullin’ her hair (smash)
Trap fashion, look what I wear (trap fashion)
It’s a ghost but do not be scared (hun hun)
It’s a Wraith with stars in the ceiling, yeah (stars)
They go ape on them bars catch a body, yeah
Let my dick fill in her mouth like it’s a cavity, yeah
Sippin’ on codeine, floatin’ with no gravity yeah

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
I’m a big pimp, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah

Dave East – The Hated (feat. Nas) (Short Film)

We gotta get it
They hated Esco
They hated Escobar
I’m still here
Dave East talk that talk
Streets need that
NYC, L.A., Chicago, Detroit, the whole world
Lets get it
I had a basic plan, get out the projects and never look back
Could still smell the aroma from when my uncle would cook crack
One conversation between homies, better yet brothers
That used to spend the night with each other
They moms was best friends
One name was Anthony, the hood called ’em Ant Live
Kept his pistol on ’em, so he bought a bigger pant size
He got a little colder the moment he watched his man die
That was ten years ago
Baby-face, wishing that his beard would grow
Now he throw a set up anywhere he go
He just a product of his environment
Told me he’d rather die than ever go to Rikers again
Did a bid, his celly was blood, he studied five percent
Came home, like let niggas see me, I’ll never ride with tint
Cory was his right-hand man, his mother up North
She was busting checks with the wrong nigga
He popped Xannys and he just want him some strong liquor
Lose the attitude, he miserable
For years he tried to get a lick or two
Moms begging he finish school, but non-sense he get into
Ant’ met Cory when they was kids with innocence
Ant’ hated his dad around ’cause that nigga was militant
Cory found a hoe to pass, some cash, they could triple it
Double it, stack it up, Cory ain’t never want to spend
Ant’ was blowing money fast, big Meeching when he shopped
Flashy nigga, body wrapped in diamonds, necklace, and the watch
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
Ant’ and Cory set up a trap, fiends in and out of that
No mask, stocking cap, they robbed him, but he got it back
Six in the morning with baggies on him was a way of life
Streets will teach you quick, ain’t nothing free, pay the price
Eviction notice in the kitchen, your bitch will stay the night
Cory had the sour with him, Ant’ fuck with ‘yola
Got kicked out his moms crib, she found a couple boulders
Locked up with killers up North, he rubbed a couple shoulders
Cory told Ant’ on the V I the block was changing
Ant’ told Cory be grateful, freedoms’ amazing
Three and half light bid, Ant’ stayed in drama
He was light skinned, outside before you niggas was typing
No MySpace
Cory and Ant’ had butter rockin’
The other younger niggas from the block, just loved to watch him
Couple haters, but nothing major, they knew the streets
Niggas caught Cory, made him take off that new Philippe
Cory took it on the chin, he wasn’t new to beef
Killers kill you for talking, all you gotta do is speak
Thats a man down, Ant’ told Cory have the fam ’round
And keep on shitting on niggas until your pants brown
They hustle low, so much evidence that can’t found
Cory got nervous whenever they spun that Van ’round
They snatched him and he talked about the way he got it
Broke the code, that was snitchin’, it ain’t no way around it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
Ayo’ East
It’s your man, Nas Esco’
Keep doin’ what you do
Peace be on to you my young brother
Young king