Aminé – CANTU Lyrics

[Chorus]
I got my head hanging out the fucking window
I got my head hanging out the fucking window
I keep my speakers ringing on me like my cellphone
I got my dreads, bussin’ bussin’
‘Cause I might wanna let my hair down
Yeah, bitch I let my hair down
Yeah, I got them dreads swingin’ ’round
Yeah, ’cause bitch I let my hair down (yeah yeah)
I got ’em bussin’, bussin’, bussin’, bussin’ (hey)

[Verse 1]
White girl wanna touch it (yeah)
I told her please don’t touch me (no)
Said “who the fuck is your stylist?” (huh)
I told that bitch “my cousin” (yuh)
Wrist out, picked out, Cantu in my hair (hey)
Louie V live her (yuh)
I’m Gucci down (brr! brr!)
Atlanta for a week, gonna start a bump ‘n’ gunner (yah)
Follies for the freaks, spent some racks because I wan’ her (hey)
Solange said “don’t touch my hair, lil’ nigga” (oh no)
So I’m just here to pass the word lil’ nigga (yuh)

[Chorus]
I got my head hanging out the fucking window (hey)
I got my head hanging out the fucking window (that’s right)
I keep my speakers ringing on me like my cellphone (she)
I got my dreads, bussin’ bussin’
‘Cause I might wanna let my hair down
Yeah, bitch I let my hair down (down)
Yeah, I got them dreads swingin’ ’round (swingin’ ’round, swingin’ ’round)
Yeah, ’cause bitch I let my hair down (yeah)
I got ’em bussin’, bussin’, bussin’, bussin’

[Verse 2]
It’s me, young Aminé
I pop off when you see me
No hiccups for my niggas
Pass the mula like a relay (yeah)
I’m in this motherfucker with my hair down low
And that Becky, she wanna touch me
‘Cause she wanna come home (yeah)
Bitch I’m in my motherfucking bag, ho (in my bag)
Don’t ask me just to pet me because you can’t, ho
Dreadlock rocker with a certified bopper (true)
Jenny, Becky, and Samantha wanna touch me
‘Cause I’m handsome

[Chorus]
I got my head hanging out the fucking window (hey)
I got my head hanging out the fucking window (that’s right)
I keep my speakers ringing on me like my cellphone (she)
I got my dreads, bussin’ bussin’
‘Cause I might wanna let my hair down (down)
Yeah, bitch I let my hair down (down)
Yeah, I got them dreads swingin’ ’round (swinging ’round, swingin’ ’round)
Yeah, ’cause bitch I let my hair down (yeah)
I got ’em bussin’, bussin’, bussin’, bussin’

[Outro: Rickey Thompson]
Who has nice hair? Me
Who can touch my hair? Not you
Did you think this was a petting zoo?
Do I look like somebody’s dog?
Do I look like somebody’s cow?
Do I look like somebody’s lamb? No!
Sit down!

LP – Girls Go Wild Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’ve been caged, I’ve been hounded, I’ve been hunted and tamed
I’m the outlaw of outside and ready to rage
I’m in search of the heart I can eat to renew me, yeah
And I’m dazzled by all of the things that undo me

[Chorus]
Girls go wild on the West Coast
“Come on baby, let’s go”
That’s what she said
Sunshine brighter than blind love
It’s all in the name of the wild wild west

[Verse 2]
Take my love, take my soul, you just take what you can
When we fuck now, it feels like you don’t understand
Tell you what, it don’t suck, and I need you right now, yeah
You’re the one that I want, so I won’t make a sound

[Chorus]
Girls go wild on the West Coast
“Come on baby, let’s go”
That’s what she said
Sunshine brighter than blind love
It’s all in the name of the wild wild west

[Bridge]
I really love you
You know I really do
Whatever happens, I hope you’re happy too
I really love you
So what you wanna do?

[Chorus]
Girls go wild on the West Coast
“Come on baby, let’s go”
That’s what she said
Sunshine brighter than blind love
It’s all in the name of the wild wild west

[Outro]
(It’s all in the name of the wild wild west)
I really love you
You know I really do
Whatever happens, I hope you’re happy too
I really love you
So what you wanna do

Aminé – SHINE Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t wanna feel like I need ya
You’re a catch but I’m not a receiver
I’m nervous what this might turn into
Know my skin glows whenever I see ya

[Chorus]
That’s why I’m shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’
That’s why I’m shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’

[Verse 1]
I fuck up like everyday
I fuck up in every way
I fuck up like when I pull up on Sunday at Chick-Fil-A
My dark twisted fantasy, beautiful insanity
When the rain pours, I’m the one you call your canopy
Face be moisturized, sun keep beamin’ on your thighs
In Hawaii lookin’ fly, my obsession multiplies
Butter on my fingers I’m nothing like Jerry Rice
When you glow, that’s how I glow
So my feelings they pay the price

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t wanna feel like I need ya
You’re a catch but I’m not a receiver
I’m nervous what this might turn into
Know my skin glows whenever I see ya

[Chorus]
That’s why I’m shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’
That’s why I’m shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’

[Verse 2]
Is this shit forever?
Where’s the evidence?
Should I even bother?
I guess that’s confidence
We sippin’ sake soakin’ sun so sofa’s never comfy
So sorry summer’s over but you still my lil mommy
I wake up, then get up
Graveyard shift ’til 5
You stay up, then we fuck
You always down to ride
When she do the tip drill, throw it like a pinwheel
My problems only minor, nonexistent like a kids’ wheel

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t wanna feel like I need ya
You’re a catch but I’m not a receiver
I’m nervous what this might turn into
Know my skin glows whenever I see ya

[Chorus]
That’s why I’m shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’
That’s why I’m shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’
Shinin’

Young Thug – U Ain’t Slime Enough Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Young Thug – Tsunami Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus]
Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave
Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave, tsunami wave
Wheezy the wave, tsunami wave
If you tryna fuck in one night, all the dawgs
Young Aviator Keyyz, gotta pass along
Young Aviator Keyyz, never stoppin’
Aviator Keyyz, right behind me
Aviator Keyyz, changin’ climate

[Verse 1]
Hundred thousand E’s
I pull up with a hundred pounds of weed
Aviator Chanel, double C’s
I got every single kind out
Told the girl ain’t no timeout
I perfected this rhymin’
Nothin’ but foreigns I’m ridin’ in
Finally rich and it’s showin’, and I’m lettin’ it
I’ve been goin’ near the sun lately
Everything that I’m in, yeah, it came, yeah
I got 26 Cuban Doll chains, yeah
Nigga takin’ this shit down Sunset

[Chorus]
Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave
Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave
Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave
Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave
If you tryna fuck in one night, all the dawgs
Young Aviator Keyyz, gotta pass along
Young Aviator Keyyz, never stoppin’
Aviator Keyyz, right behind me
Aviator Keyyz, changin’ climate

[Verse 2]
I like the way she give head
I call her Mitchell and Ness
I keep a drum on the TEC (brrt)
I gotta protect all my kids (brrt)
I don’t need no help with this (brrt)
Bitch, put my kids on your tits
I put your name on my wrist
Right, Richard Mille my wrist
See my bag, bitch, see my bitch behind me
Gold diamonds with, match the side-kick
I made promises, and I’m keepin’ it
Get the Range Rover, autobiography
Talkin’ crazy, slap his ass with the shine (brr)
Put the, light up wrists at any time (brr)
Ric Flair with the times, eww
Big B’s everywhere, suu whoop (brr, brr)
Shawty said I be the realest, can’t get enough of this killin’
The weed that I smoke feel like chitlins, postin’ your wifey on trend list
I been tied in with the killings, I been tied in with the dealers
I put some rings on my fingers, hand shinin’ like the Thriller
Whippin’ it, go grab the trigger, foreigns behind me, BMF
Boy in the jet with the real plug, two hundred racks of skrilla
Red bottoms, she a killer, red bottoms, she a killer
Gucci slides for the chillin’, Jimmy Choo when I miss her
Three times a week, nails, shawty takin’ good care
Wheezy went and popped a bail, Young Keyzz go Alicia
Who you meant? oh well, I could never not tell
I’m not tryna do it well, buy Chanels for your tears

[Chorus]
Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave
Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave, tsunami wave
Wheezy the wave, tsunami wave
If you tryna fuck in one night, all the dawgs
Young Aviator Keyyz, gotta pass along
Young Aviator Keyyz, never stoppin’
Aviator Keyyz, right behind me
Aviator Keyyz, changin’ climate

Young Thug – Goin Up Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug & Lil Keed]
Yeah
Do you love me baby?
Like I love you baby
Keed
Yeah

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin’ the whole thing
Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling
Bring them bitches in the room if they all in
I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I’m stylin’
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine
So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin’ me
And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I put some bread in my pocket, Jimmy Dean
I add a rose gold chain when I drink my lean
I add Chanel on the rip of shawty’s jeans (slatt)
I need a Tylenol, I’m popped too many beans
I’m at the VMA awards, now bring ’em out
I left the dentist with some braces in her mouth (tighten it up)
I told your darling, shawty was on south
I take this Rari, park it at the house
I tell her it stop it, call me and take this up
I told her to stop it, I got on my knees up
I bought you the Rollie, you know it came forty-four B’d up, yeah
Cupid fishbowl is at the top
I put the tint on it (yeah), she tryna sit on it (yeah)
I throw the climax (what?), I got the deal on it, yeah
It came in wireless (what?), I spent a rent on it (yeah)
I’m smokin’ on thrax pack, gotta keep the seal on it, yeah (that’s kush)
You catch a body, gotta put appeal on it, yeah
I’m Prince high-key, straight out the trenches with it, yeah
I’m Bob Marley, the next century yeah
Hopped in with your boo
Wanna see chest up and then nothin’ else

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin’ the whole thing
Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling
Bring them bitches in the room if they all in
I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I’m stylin’
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine
So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin’ me
And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up

[Verse 2: Lil Keed]
MG, Benz truck, we speedin’
Yeah she say she down, she just wanna be ’round me
Yes I’m havin’ European denim on my bottom
I got niggas who won’t squeal and they came straight from the bottom, yeah yeah
Sunset sherbert in my lungs
I rock out the show, count them racks in the morning
VVS diamonds, we havin’ some pointers
I pull up with slime, them snakes out the jungle
Neck flooded, you gon’ need a sponge
I’m through with the hoe, she didn’t pass the road
I’m wiping his nose, we crossin’ him out
All it take is one call, they surrounding your house

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin’ the whole thing
Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling
Bring them bitches in the room if they all in
I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I’m stylin’
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine
So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin’ me
And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up

[Outro: Lil Keed & Young Thug]
Bitch I’m goin’ up (do you love me baby?)
Bitch I’m slowed up (like I love you baby?)
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me (do you love me baby?)
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine(like I love you baby?)
Do you love me baby?
Like I love you baby?
Do you love me baby?
Like I love you, yeah

Young Thug – Expensive Lyrics

[Intro: Dolly]
I’m ballin’, I’m ballin’
I’m ballin’, I’m ballin’
I’m ballin’, I’m ballin’
Billboard Hitmakers

[Chorus: Dolly]
I ain’t ballin’ on a budget bill, yeah (budget bill)
Fuck around and I’ma catch a deal, yeah (catch a deal)
Fuck around and I’ma catch a mil, yeah (catch a mil)
Sit back and watch me make a film, yeah (make a film)
Chinchilla with the Fendi heals, yeah (Fendi heels)
Expensive sex drive when I’m on the pill (on the pill)
Expensive sex drive, yeah my ice is real (ice is real)
Expensive sex drive, yeah your nigga know I’m trill

[Verse 1: Dolly]
I got a nigga in the back, he wanna fuck from the back
I told him get in the bed, I got them bands in the bed
Don’t fuck with niggas that brag, he gon’ tell on my whole pack
Takin’ me two step backs, I’m gonna go get me some racks
I ain’t ballin’ on a fuckin’ budget bill, yeah
Fuck around and I’ma catch a deal, yeah
I’ll catch a deal, yeah
Fuck around and I’ma catch a deal, yeah
Fuck around and I’ma catch a deal, yeah
I feed these basic bitches happy meals, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Dolly]
I ain’t ballin’ on a budget bill, yeah (budget bill)
Fuck around and I’ma catch a deal, yeah (catch a deal)
Fuck around and I’ma catch a mil, yeah (catch a mil)
Sit back and watch me make a film, yeah (make a film)
Chinchilla with the Fendi heals, yeah (Fendi heels)
Expensive sex drive when I’m on the pill (on the pill)
Expensive sex drive, yeah my ice is real (ice is real)
Expensive sex drive, yeah your nigga know I’m trill

[Verse 2: Hi Doraah]
In twenty-four karat, hey twenty-four karat
My VVS is dancin’ (they dancin’, dancin’)
These diamonds dirty dancin’, this money just spent, 200 on the dash
Remote control that stash, I live my life fast, my feelin’ won’t last
That shit was one night stand, that pent had me all in, let’s pop another xan
‘Cause I ain’t ballin’ on no fuckin’ bill
I get whatever I want, that’s trill (that’s trill)
I get whatever I want, that’s real (that’s real)
‘Cause I ain’t ballin’ on a budget bill

[Chorus: Dolly & Hi Doraah]
‘Cause I ain’t ballin’ on a budget bill, yeah (budget bill)
Fame callin’ I’ma catch a deal, yeah (catch a deal)
Fuck around and I’ma catch a mil, yeah (catch a mil)
Sit back and watch me make a film, yeah (make a film)
Chinchilla with the Fendi heals, yeah
Expensive sex drive when I’m on the pill (on the pill)
Expensive sex drive, yeah my ice is real (ice is real)
Expensive sex drive, yeah your nigga know I’m trill

Young Thug – Gain Clout Lyrics

[Chorus]
All of these young niggas killin’ each other, they tryna just gain clout
How you gon’ lie, just say that I said that, the fuck is you talkin’ about?
I had the dick inside of her mouth and I still had the chopper out
I put the bitch inside of a Range, the way she suckin’ my cock
I take a hundred racks right out of the bank and put on your tator tot
I got the crop Chanel bag, I’m ’bout to go fuck up the block
Hop in out the Porsche then hopped out the Jag’ and jack it like Jack in the Box
I put Chanel, the lil’ bitty bags all over all of the dots

[Verse 1]
Maybach came with the torch and the hatchback
RayVac, spray his ass back nigga, blat, blat
My bitches got credentials and green eyes like a black cat
Your bitch is almost fat, better stop playin’ ‘fore you get whacked
Money got me shittin’ like a laxative, no comparin’, I ran up the racks
All of my bitches are bougie and bad, my money was long as his ‘lac
I told the bitch that wasn’t my kid, I need a paternity
Pull up to your block and takin’ your cookie, call me Bernie

[Interlude]
Got the red interior, red shoes and red Jeep
Got a bad bitch, don’t play the radio, Greg Street

[Verse 2]
Dead meat, know you’re just a dead breed
Red meat, eat it like a deadbeat (deadbeat)
I pop a wheelie, I fuck on a bitch like I’m Banshee (brrt)
Bought a Rolls Royce and then I was smokin’ on whammy
I put the bitch on her back and I beat it like Hercules (hah)
How the fuck you let these rat niggas go get them some cheese? (Hah)
I had to send the car comin’, I took off and ran with the keys
I put some diamonds on her toe, yeah they dancin’, Chris Breezy
I go to Fendi and I got a tall breezy comin’ from Greece
I don’t believe her, I think she Belize or she from Middle East

[Chorus]
All of these young niggas killin’ each other, they tryna just gain clout
How you gon’ lie, just say that I said that, the fuck is you talkin’ about?
I had the dick inside of her mouth and I still had the chopper out
I put the bitch inside of a Range, the way she suckin’ my cock
I take a hundred racks right out of the bank and put on your tator tot
I got the crop Chanel bag, I’m ’bout to go fuck up the block
Hop in out the Porsche then hopped out the Jag’ and jack it like Jack in the Box
I put Chanel, the lil’ bitty bags all over all of the dots

Young Thug – Slimed In Lyrics

[Chorus: Nechie]
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought?
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off

[Verse 1: Nechie]
Fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?), we won’t walk (we won’t walk)
Take ’em down, knock ’em off (knock ’em off)
Yeah my slimes wit me, I was born tinted
You can see who in it, presidential limit
You can see we winnin’, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
I put VVS’ in my mouth (in my mouth)
Straight out the south (out the south), I got clout
I’m with chain gang, now I’m out (now I’m out)
You ain’t gang gang gang, take ’em out (take ’em out)
I got gang for a lane, fuck you thought?
Bitch I’m slicker than a muh, get it out the soil
Insane with them cutters, who want war with the boy?

[Chorus: Nechie]
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m in Balmain, it didn’t cost a thing
I’m not 2 Chainz, I got forty (I got forty)
I bust your brain, since we speakin’ of brain
Make your hoe give brain then get lost (then get lost)
I paint her face, you can call me Cozy
Fuck a Ric Flair, I got 70 Rollies
I rock big [checks?], Chinchilla minks, when she cozy
You ain’t gang gang gang gang gang, why you talkin’?
I bought 20 cars for every year that I was walkin’
Made her get an abortion, she ain’t nothing but a thottie
And I got way better bitches ’round I can lock in, I’m still bossin’

[Chorus: Nechie]
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off

[Verse 3: Nechie]
Nechie slang slang slang, ain’t gon waste no time
Boy you ain’t my kind, I get cheese, you drop dimes
Prezi diamonds on my wrist, my neck, my ear (yeah)
Nechie Houdini, I make him disappear (oh yeah)
Get you knocked out (nah), cut the top out (off)
Fuck twelve, yeah we smashin’ on a cop car (cop car)
I’m out on bail sippin’ clean, yeah that real raw (raw)
I’m a thug, I don’t give no damn about no DA or no judge
I get it out the mud (yeah yeah)
Step off in your club and throw a dub (yeah yeah)
Give ’em hell (hell), I might call Lil Baby for a bale, don’t need no scale (scale)
Southside, youngin’ on my side on the mayor

Jay Critch – Gettin Da Cash Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey!
Getting the cash and shit
Doing the dash and shit
Hey, Yeah, Woah
The Lab Cook

[Chorus]
Aye, I be
Getting the cash and shit (getting the cash and shit)
Doing the dash and shit (doing the dash and shit)
How you loving on an average bitch (on an average bitch)
Bands flipping like magic bitch
She suck me up I might crash the whip (crash the whip)
I be riding with a ratchet while you pussy niggas giving fashion tips (riding round with a ratchet)
Pull up on ’em like what happened?
I got shooters hit, shoot and clap your bitch (pull up on ’em like what happened?)
I be cooling smoking Jattic
I got lotta pounds in the stash and shit (cooling smoking jattic)
I might hit it then I’ll pass it
I might fuck around, Steve Nash your bitch (fuck around, Steve Nash it)
I had to Balmain the fabric
Go get that new wraith do the dash in it (skrt skrt)

[Verse 1]
High like the attic
I’m in LA, need a pound of the cookie
She a fiend, she a addict
She got and old nigga, but that nigga a rookie (that nigga a rookie)
Spend some green on the fabric
Now she trying to pull up, trying to give me the good shit (trying to give me the good shit)
I’ma go ahead and smash it
Now a nigga bugging out over some pussy (over some pussy, hey!)
Aye, diamonds shining now they can’t overlook me
I had to go and make a plan for the guap (plan for the guap)
He be acting like the man, he not (he not)
She’s like what’s the flashing on your hand, the rocks (hand, the rocks)
Do the dash and she like where’s the top (where’s the top)
Mansion looking like the stairs don’t stop
Fuck the fashion I like bands a lot (bands a lot)

[Chorus]
Aye, I be (hey)
Getting the cash and shit (getting the cash and shit)
Doing the dash and shit (doing the dash and shit)
How you loving on an average bitch (on an average bitch)
Bands flipping like magic bitch
She suck me up I might crash the whip (crash the whip)
I be riding with a ratchet while you pussy niggas giving fashion tips (riding round with a ratchet)
Pull up on them like what happened?
I got shooters hit, shoot and clap your bitch (pull up on ’em like what happened?)
I be cooling smoking jattic
I got lotta pounds in the stash and shit (I be coolin smoking jattic)
I might hit it then I’ll pass it
I might fuck around, Steve Nash your bitch (fuck around, Steve Nash it)
I had to Balmain the fabric
Go get that new wraith do the dash in it

[Verse 2]
Aye, I might fuck around and pass it
Just like D. Will, Steve Nash and them (D. Will, Steve Nash and them)
Money on me like it’s tatted
I got way too much cash to spend (too much cash)
They be talking all that stattic
When we run down we catching them (we cathing them)
Damn shawty you a bad bitch
I’m trying to run down, what’s happening? (run down, what’s happening?)
Hey, young nigga getting the money, they mad at him
We was running off with them O’s by the school (O’s y the school)
Nigga I don’t owe nothing to you (owe nothing to you)
In the coupe, but I’m trying to get two (trying to get two)
Wake up and it’s payday (payday)
All my niggas with the stain gang (stain gang)
Hit a lick, gotta maintain yeah (gotta maintain, yeah)

[Chorus]
Aye, I be
Getting the cash and shit (cash and shit)
Doing the dash and shit (dash and shit)
How you loving on an average bitch (average bitch)
Bands flipping like magic bitch (magic)
She suck me up I might crash the whip (crash)
I be riding with a ratchet while you pussy niggas giving fashion tips (riding round with a ratchet)
Pull up on them like what happened?
I got shooters hit, shoot and clap your bitch (what happened?)
I be cooling smoking Jattic
I got lotta pounds in the stash and shit (smoking jattic)
I might hit it then I’ll pass it
I might fuck around, Steve Nash your bitch (fuck around, Steve Nash it)
I had to Balmain the fabric
Go get that new wraith do the dash in it (skrt)

Sabrina Claudio – Come Here lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m dying to see you
You know what I’m fiending for
The only one to get to me
Only one to get this close

[Chorus]
So I want you to come here
I want you to come here
I just need you near
No matter how, just make it here
Now

[Verse 2]
How does it feel
When you’re roaming ’round my mind?
To be the only one
That knows what’s inside

[Chorus 2]
I want you to come here
I want you to come here
I just need you near
No matter how, just make it here

(I want you to come here)
I want you to come here
I want you to come here
I want you to come here (I want you)
I want you to come here (So please baby come here)
I want you to come here

[Chorus 3]
So I want you to come here
I want you to come here
I just need you near
No matter how, just make it here

Aminé – TOGETHER Lyrics

[Chorus: LA Priest]
You’ve waited long, forever
A heart is worth the weather
You should go out and get her
And learn to love together

[Verse 1]
I fucked things up
I see it in this cup (yeah)
I didn’t mean to suck, I’m stuck
Sometimes I’m just too honest, admittin’ that it’s common
I should’ve used my common sense
So now I’ve gots to vent (yeah)
I can’t stand ya, but I want ya
We s’posed to be together forever

[Pre-Chorus]
Leaking from the pain, need a band-aid (hey!)
You’re the main thing I need to maintain (whoo!)
Almost had my baby, need a damn drink (damn drink)
Swimmin’ through your feelings, how I stay sane (stay sane)
You’re the one I need, I hope this really works (really works)
‘Cuz everything I need is always in your purse (purse)
Back again, yeah I’m back again (back)
I truly miss when you and me were only friends (yee)
When it was just innocent (yeah)
And we ain’t have a past (true)
Sometimes I wish we could skip
To the part where we all just laugh (yeah)

[Chorus: LA Priest]
You’ve waited long, forever
A heart is worth the weather
You should go out and get her
And learn to love together

[Verse 2]
I don’t wanna be at your wedding (no)
I wanna be in your wedding (yuh)
Matter of fact, call down L. Joe
So he can sweedle-dee at your wedding (sweedle-dee dee dee)
But if this don’t work out (yeah)
I might have to go and work out (yuh)
Even if I’m late I’ma keep her
I’m a college dropout (true)
I’ma work this all out (yeah)
I’ma get my thoughts out (bitch)
I’ma kick them thoughts out (yeah)
Block all the numbers so I never get a text out (oh yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Leaking from the pain, need a band-aid (band-aid)
You’re the main thing I need to maintain (maintain)
Almost had my baby, need a damn drink (a damn drink)
Swimmin’ through your feelings, how I stay sane (I stay sane)
You’re the one I need, I hope this really works (really works)
Everything I need is always in your purse (in your purse)
Back again (yuh), yeah I’m back again (I’m back)
My life around common, I miss when we were friends (sorry)
When it was just innocent (sorry)
And we ain’t have a past (damn)
I wanna skip to the part
Where you and me laying on our backs (yeah)

[Chorus: LA Priest]
You’ve waited long, forever
A heart is worth the weather
You should go out and get her
And learn to love together

[Outro: Rickey Thompson]
And that’s all folks!
*Laughter* Ta-ta now

Miguel – Vote lyrics

[Intro]
Good time, vote for that
Good time, vote for that
Good time, vote for that
Good time, vote for that
Good time, vote for that
Good time, vote for that
Good time, vote for that
Good time, vote for that
I’ve got that feeling, the feeling too easy
As long as I’m breathing, I’ve gotta vote for a good time

[Verse 1]
Tag your name across the sky
Breathe it in and we can fly
[?]
Yeah, so let’s vote
Like you just got paid, spend it all on Mary Jane
It’s a celebration, yeah, so I vote
Oh, and everything changing
It’s got me feeling strange, but we can stand together
Yeah, so just vote
Summer nights that we were wild
Make the choice that makes you proud
Make the choice that makes you proud
Yeah, and vote for a good time

[Pre-Chorus]
One time for tequila, two times for sativa
[?]

[Chorus]
Vote for a good time
Yeah, oh, good time, alright
Good time, good time
La la la la la la la la la, yeah
Vote for a good time

[Verse 2]
So much beauty into nothing, sometimes life is ugly
[?]
So let’s vote
[?] don’t wait
Make the choice that sets you free now
And that’s [?] your mind, you’ll be fine if you just vote
Tag your name across the sky
Breathe it in and we can fly
[?]
For the moments we’ll remember
And the people that we treasure
We can keep it all together, oh
Vote for a good time

[Pre-Chorus]
One time for tequila, two times for sativa
[?]
One time for tequila, two times for sativa
[?]
Vote for a good time

[Chorus]
Good time, good time
Good time, yeah yeah yeah
Vote for a good time, good time
La la la la la la la la la, oh
Oh, I vote, oh, I vote
Vote for a good time, good time
You know I know I know
Oh, good time, alright
Vote for a good time, good time
La la la la la la la la la, yeah
Oh, I vote, oh, I vote
Vote for a good time, good time
You know I know I know
Oh, good time, alright
Vote for a good time, good time
La la la la la la la la la, yeah
Let’s vote for a good time

[Outro]
[?] I don’t wanna [?]
Oh, I can see you same time tomorrow night, yeah
Right now feels like the greatest of our lives
It’s you and I

Allie X – Science lyrics

[Verse 1]
Think we can see Mercury, following the light
Driving to the restaurant while my lipstick dries
Yeah, we’ve got next to nothing but nothing feels so right
As stumbling through the dark with you, comets in the sky

[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, wherever we go
Breathe a little bit closer
Drive up, right into the storm
I fade into the night

[Chorus]
We just know how
Holding me real tight
This beautiful alliance
Windows roll down
Yeah, we’ve got the timing
Right down to a science

[Post-Chorus]
Right down, right down to a
Right down to, right down to a
Right down
Right down to a science

[Verse 2]
Sink beneath the surface while reaching for the stars
The world is out of focus like all the passing cars
Breathing in the temperature filtered through your scarf
It’s bigger than molecular, it’s everything we are

[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, wherever we go
Breathe a little bit closer
Drive up, right into the storm
I fade into the night

[Chorus]
We just know how
Holding me real tight
This beautiful alliance
Windows roll down
Yeah, we’ve got the timing
Right down to a science

[Post-Chorus]
Right down, right down to a
Right down to, right down to a
Right down
Right down to a science

[Bridge]
Something about the way we ride
I think we might be in our prime
We’re brighter than a socialite in the dark
Something about the way we ride
I think we might be in our prime
We’re brighter than a socialite in the dark

[Chorus]
We just know how
Holding me real tight
This beautiful alliance
Windows roll down
Yeah, we’ve got the timing
Right down to a science
Right down to a science

Ina Wroldsen – Favela lyrics

[Verse 1]
As the sun rises
She opens up her hazel, beautiful lies and
Begins
Her baby cries
She picks him up and tells him beautiful lies
Again

[Chorus]
She come round favela-la
Hills of Santa Teresa
Underneath the Redeemer
And the sun in the sky
She come round the favela-la
Ask me E ai beleza
Underneath the Redeemer
Where the hills come alive

[Post-Chorus]
She worked the favela night
She worked the favela night
Favela
She worked the favela night

[Vesre 2]
And the wind blews
She lives on lonely streets where nobody goes alone
Just a young girl
Born on the left side of this right-handed world
She knows

[Chorus]
She come round favela-la
Hills of Santa Teresa
Underneath the Redeemer
And the sun in the sky
She come round favela-la
Ask me E ai beleza
Underneath the Redeemer
Where the hills come alive

[Post-Chorus]
She worked the favela night
She worked the favela night
Favela
She worked the favela night

[Bridge]
She paints the colors in the streets
Asking the fun favela beats
Please young lady
Dancing in the favela
[?]
He raise the glass on holidays
[?]

[Chorus]
She come round favela-la
Hills of Santa Teresa
Underneath the Redeemer
And the sun in the sky
She come round the favela-la
Ask me E ai beleza
Underneath the Redeemer
Where the hills come alive

[Post-Chorus]
She worked the favela night
She worked the favela night
Favela
She worked the favela night

Kid Ink – Cana lyrics

[Intro: Kid Ink]
Yeah, oh, ooh
Oh, oh, oh
Tropicana
Baby, can I?

[Chorus: Kid Ink]
I got, I got, I got tropicana (woo!)
When I come into the spot, they go bananas
Head down to my shoes, drippin’ like the juice
See I’m livin’ proof I got the juice, got the juice
I got, I got, I got tropicana (woo!)
When I pull up, they can’t touch me, I go HAMa (woo!)
Head down to my shoes, drippin’ like the juice
See I’m livin’ proof I got the juice, got the juice

[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
Pour me up a 44
Drop it down in lean now
See your body coco
You turnin’ in in that bikini (yeah!)
Tappin’ on that ass while I’m tappin’ this tequila
Naggin’, actin’ sister sister with your friend, you must be TI, uh
Every time I pull out, what I smoke look like a reader
And every time I party like my nigga just got freed up
We might not see the same, world look different from my Adidas
These hoes is all the same, so I act different when I meet ’em

[Pre-Chorus: Kid Ink]
Switchin’ it up
Suicide watch, wrist with the cuffs
Watch how I bust, baby
You been with the shits and don’t bother to flush
Sprayin’ a dime
Bad as the gang and you know we up to the sun
King of the city (ooh)
Out in LA and I feel like LeBron

[Chorus: Kid Ink]
I got, I got, I got tropicana (woo!)
When I come into the spot, they go bananas
Head down to my shoes, drippin’ like the juice
See I’m livin’ proof I got the juice, got the juice
I got, I got, I got tropicana (woo!)
When I pull up, they can’t touch me, I go HAMa (woo!)
Head down to my shoes, drippin’ like the juice
See I’m livin’ proof I got the juice, got the juice

[Verse 2: 24hrs]
Ooh, pull up with diamonds
Billboard 20, yeah, 20 keep climbin’
Ooh, played my shit, yeah
Erry’body know Kid Ink got hits
Ooh, Lambo’ fast
Racked up shawty with the digital dash
Huh, drinkin’ Estalla, huh
Mason Margielas, say I’m a Goodfella
Huh, baby, go stand it
That pussy amazing, I got no limit
I’m in it to win it
20 to Mars, today is diminish
She made me breakfast
Eggs and bricks with the Tropicana
I’m on her bottom
Better angle for the camera
Miss Tropicana, body taste like yoghurt
Miss Tropicana, know that she do yoga
Miss Tropicana, got stripes like she a banger
Miss Tropicana, know all of the angles

[Chorus: Kid Ink]
I got, I got, I got tropicana (woo!)
When I come into the spot, they go bananas
Head down to my shoes, drippin’ like the juice
See I’m livin’ proof I got the juice, got the juice
I got, I got, I got tropicana (woo!)
When I pull up, they can’t touch me, I go HAMa (woo!)
Head down to my shoes, drippin’ like the juice
See I’m livin’ proof I got the juice, got the juice

Ariana Grande – My Everything lyrics

I cried enough tears to see my own reflection in them
And then it was clear
I can’t deny, I really miss him
To think that I was wrong
I guess you don’t know what you got til it’s gone
Pain is just a consequence Of love
I’m saying sorry for the sake of us

He wasn’t my everything til we were nothing
And it’s taking me a lot to say
But now that he’s gone, my heart is missing something
So it’s time I push my pride away

Cause you are, you are
You are my everything
You are, you are
You are my everything

I know you’re not far but I still can’t handle all the distance
You’re travelling with my heart
I hope this is a temporary feeling
Cause it’s too much to bare
Without you and I know sorry ain’t the cyre
So if I cross your mind just know I’m yours
What we got is worth fighting for
You are

He wasn’t my everything til we were nothing
And it’s taking me a lot to say
But now that he’s gone, my heart is missing something
So it’s time I push my pride away
You are, you are

You are my everything
You are, you are
You are my everything

Foo Fighters – Imagine Jump Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I get up, and nothing gets me down
You got it tough. I’ve seen the toughest around
And I know, baby, just how you feel
You’ve got to roll with the punches to get to what’s real
Oh can’t you see me standing here?
I’ve got my back against the record machine
Can’t you see what i mean?
Can’t you see what i mean?

[Chorus]
Might as well jump (Jump!)
Go ahead and jump
Let him jump (Jump!)
Go ahead and jump
Might as well jump (Jump!)
Go ahead and jump
Let him jump (Jump!)
Go ahead and jump

[Verse 2]
Hello! Hey you! Who said that?
Baby how you been?
You say you don’t know where we’re going until we begin
Oh can’t you see me standing here?
I’ve got my back against the record machine
Can’t you see what i mean?
Can’t you see what i mean?

[Chorus]
Might as well jump (Jump!)
Go ahead and jump
Let him jump (Jump!)
Go ahead and jump
Might as well jump (Jump!)
Go ahead and jump
Let him jump (Jump!)
Go ahead and jump

Martin Garrix – Ocean (David Guetta Remix) Lyrics

[Chorus: Khalid]
You could put an ocean between our love, love, love
It won’t keep us apart
You could build a wall, I would run it up, up, up
Just to get to your heart

[Verse 1: Khalid]
Tell me what you’re crying for
I’ll wipe your tears, oh love
If your soul is aching love
We’ll comfort you for sure

If we’re caught in a wave
I will carry you over
It don’t matter where you are
I’ll run to your front door

[Pre-Chorus: Khalid]
When my head goes in different directions
You know my heart’s never on the move
And in the dark times you don’t have to question
If I’m 100 with you

[Chorus: Khalid]
You could put an ocean between our love, love, love
It won’t keep us apart
You could build a wall, I would run it up, up, up
Just to get to your heart

[Hook: Khalid]
Just to get to your hea-
Just to get to your heart
Just to get to your hea-
Just to get to your heart
Just to get to your hea-
Just to get to your heart
Just to get to your hea-

[Verse 2: Khalid]
Shadows play on idle hands
I lose myself I do
But I’ve found my way to velvet sands
I’ll crash right into you

If we’re caught in a wave
I will carry you over
It don’t matter where we are
You’re still the one I choose

[Pre-Chorus: Khalid]
When my head goes in different directions
You know my heart’s never on the move
And in the dark times, you don’t have to question
If I’m 100 with you

[Chorus: Khalid]
You could put an ocean between our love, love, love
It won’t keep us apart
You could build a wall, I would run it up, up, up
Just to get to your heart
If we’re caught in a wave
Baby, we’ll make a way
You could put an ocean between our love, love, love
It won’t keep us apart

[Hook: Khalid]
Just to get to your hea-
Just to get to your heart
Just to get to your hea-
Just to get to your heart
Just to get to your hea-
Just to get to your heart
Just to get to your hea-

[Chorus: Khalid]
You could put an ocean between our love, love, love
It won’t keep us apart
You could build a wall, I would run it up, up, up
Just to get to your heart

[Outro: Khalid]
Just to get to your heart
Just to get to your heart
Just to get to your heart
Just to get to your heart
Just to get to your heart
Just to get to your heart
Just to get to your heart
Just to get to your heart

Russ – The Flute Song Lyrics

[Intro]
Legend
[?]
I believe (yeah)

[Chorus]
I do whatever I want, whenever I want
I love it
People keep talking, I just keep on winning
I’m just like “Fuck it”
They talkin’ reckless, I don’t believe ’em, I think they bluffin’
Just because they want the clout, I’m just so poppin’
I be like “Fuck it”

[Verse 1]
Everybody tryna get a rise out of me (yeah)
Ex girls tryna get a “Hi” to me (yeah)
I don’t talk back ‘less you’re worthy (no)
Hangin’ plaques up like jerseys (sauce)
25 racks for lies on me
My family relies on me
[Tree fell?] at my home, no uh
Walkin’ ’round in slippers and a robe [?]
And important of course, the industry is full of some hoes
They’ll let like anything go
People are shady as fuck
I keep to myself, but I feel the energy though
None of these people are my friends though
I don’t put anything past them
I don’t see none of y’all next to me though
I think they’re mad that I passed them

[Chorus]
I do whatever I want, whenever I want
I love it (woo, woo)
People keep talking, I just keep on winning
I’m just like “Fuck it”
They talkin’ reckless, I don’t believe ’em, I think they bluffin’ (they just be talkin’)
Just because they want the clout, I’m just so poppin’
I be like “Fuck it” (yeah, yeah)
I do whatever I want, whenever I want
I love it (woo, woo)
People keep talking, I just keep on winning
I’m just like “Fuck it”
They talkin’ reckless, I don’t believe ’em, I think they bluffin’ (they just be talkin’)
Just because they want the clout, I’m just so poppin’
I be like “Fuck it” (yeah)

[Verse 2]
I been goin’ hard like my [?] on that A shit
Posers gonna hate but I signed up for greatness
That comes with the territory, ain’t no way around it, I know with that
I been way up in the hills reflectin’, I cannot go back
Beverly hills, skyline view
I move smart, got a high IQ
Right next to me you will find my crew
All of them fight, bitch, I fight too
Highlight moves every time I play
I get what I want every time I break
I be doin’ good but they don’t wanna talk about it
If you really got a grip with my life I say–

[Chorus]
I do whatever I want, whenever I want
I love it (woo, woo)
People keep talking, I just keep on winning
I’m just like “Fuck it”
They talkin’ reckless, I don’t believe ’em, I think they bluffin’ (they just be talkin’)
Just because they want the clout, I’m just so poppin’
I be like “Fuck it” (yeah, yeah)
I do whatever I want, whenever I want
I love it (woo, woo)
People keep talking, I just keep on winning
I’m just like “Fuck it”
They talkin’ reckless, I don’t believe ’em, I think they bluffin’ (they just be talkin’)
Just because they want the clout, I’m just so poppin’
I be like “Fuck it” (yeah)

Tash Sultana – Free Mind Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed again
Somebody tell me what type this is
You got those blue jeans with that white shirt and your glasses on
And you don’t seem yourself, no
Somebody call the ? this kind of disease
Unscrew my mind I walk with ease
Because I feel it crawling underneath my skin
But you wrap me in your cinnamon
Honeysuckle, suck it in
Tuck me in you ? I feel you breathe it in

[Chorus]
When will my mind be free
From all this ?
Hold me hold me hold me hold me down
When will my mind be free
From all this ?
Hold me hold me hold me hold me down

[Verse 2]
Leaving my brain in the sixth dimension
Sacrifice the pain I forgot to mention
Turn out the lights the dark fills the night
I can see through your eyes
The smell of vanilla oh it lingers
Like honeycomb and rum ? and it tips of your fingers
Turn out the lights the dark fills the night
I can see through your eyes
There I was just rolling in the deep
Coming on for it ? you suffocate my dreams
The bird with the worm don’t carry me
Carry me

[Chorus]
When will my mind be free
From all this ?
Hold me hold me hold me hold me down
When will my mind be free
From all this ?
Hold me hold me hold me hold me down

6LACK – Nonchalant Lyrics

[Verse]
What your mouth when you let shit slide
Don’t you know I got way too much pride
Sneak this away on the other side
I turn your fucking way to a tide
I’m so fucking tight, somehow I still find the time
To kill little mourn by my rhymes
To kill little mourn by my pills
Then think a lil’ less about my fears
Then care more about your ears
I give a piece of me to everybody I meet
Not because they wanted is beacuse the prolly in need
Came in woke, but they prolly asleep
And in case, thinking if they make a meal
They’ll be free like me, no
I turn the nightmare right into a dream
I keep my sanity, ’cause I ain’t wanna seen, ya
I know I gotta be a rock like Dwayne
So, I’m tryna be a rock like Dwayne, Carter Rebert
Put that line in reverse, add a little reverb, ya
We work, so my niggas ain’t gonna be on T-Shirts
Watch me get my hands dirty with the rework
Damn, do I even have fans for this shit
To be rapping like these people understanding this shit
Is demanding and shit, but I stand for these kids
Like they stand for the kid, I’ma stand now we [?]
Crack a beer when I’m feelin’ piss
But I ain’t got nobody handle my bag
Even trolly [?]
Ever since my songs went plantinum like cisco
Like I they found a filter like [?], ay
But it’s okay, ’cause
If you down and you need a lil’ help, it’s a way
If you hatin’ and you feelin’ it’s a cure, it’s a ray

[Chorus]
I’m somewhere between humble and hell, nah
These niggas drop their second album then fell off
My nonchalant flow will never end right
It’ll be at they necks if it’s in sight
Squeezing until they crack a windpipe
Loosin’ the grip, have a lil’ remorse
You die now I wanna pull up in a Porsche
Word is I’m carrying the torch and I ain’t wanna share
So beware if you reach you get scortch

[Hook]
Ever since I jumped off the porch
I knew that I would grow to be the boy
The boy then grew to be the man
Learned how to kill a hook, Peter Pan
I’m tryna make the end stand out
But I’m so fucking outstanding
I’m so fucking outlanding and the out can’t win
Man’s not hot
I bear on to landslide was, yeah

Aminé – SUGARPARENTS Lyrics

[Hook: Aminé]
I could be a sugar daddy, but I’d rather not
That’s how I keep my money, baby, I got me a lot
I could be a sugar daddy, but I’d rather not
That’s how I keep my money, baby, I got me a lot

[Verse 1: Aminé]
Shawty want a first class flight on a jet
I put her on Spirit if she can, South West
Look baby I ain’t one of these oldheads
If you give me Blac Chyna I’ma leave you on read
My money is my money so I put it in my sock
Here’s some advice bitch, go get a job
Shawty can’t stand me, even with ten toe
That’s why she got a cash app and a Venmo
I’m Mike, Bad, Thriller, nigga
Dirty Diana’s always in my dresser
La de da de da da da da da da
I’m the hubby bebopa undercover
I got racks on racks on racks
And you know that’s facts on facts on facts
Golddiggers want an all access pass
So she give me all access to that ass

[Hook: Rico Nasty]
I could be a sugar momma, but I’d rather not
That’s how I keep my money, baby, I got me a lot
I could be a sugar momma, but I’d rather not
That’s how I keep my money, baby, I got me a lot (a lot!)

[Verse 2: Rico Nasty]
Sex sells, spend it on my retail
You gotta pay attention to the details
Always money when I check my email
Hotel by the seashore, got plenty seashells
I ain’t got time for the he say she say
I just bought my own car and I ain’t lease it
I can spend it on you but I ain’t easy
He want me to buy him shoes, he ain’t worth shoestrings
When I get into the show let me pull a few strings
Put the boy on game, he could learn a few things
Every old nigga talk the same old game
Selfish with my money and that shit won’t change
You would think he went to school with the head game
I’ma let him break the rules if the head straight
But I’m good, I don’t really need the deadweight
I don’t really need the deadweight, for real

[Hook: Aminé & Rico Nasty]
We could be your sugar parents, but we’d rather not
We got a lot of money, baby, I know you wanna rock
We could be your sugar parents, but we’d rather not
We got a lot of money, baby, I know you wanna rock

Aminé – HICCUP Lyrics

[Intro]
Boston

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Outro: Aminé]
Mhm
Mhm
Mhm

Aminé – DR. WHOEVER Lyrics

[Intro: Rickey Thompson]
Sad on your muthafuckin b-day? Bitch, what the fuck?! Don’t you realize you poppin’? Every time you walk in the room you break necks. Necks?! But you tellin’ me you sad on your muthafuckin’ b-day
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1: Aminé]
Yeah
I sit here and tell you my problems
That’s how this work, right?
I’m s’posed to be open and honest
But I got time, right?
My niggas having sessions and I’m doin’ sessions
Can’t man up if masculinity your only weapon
Man, I’ve thought about suicide a hundred times
But, I’d hate to disappoint and see my momma cry
Birthdays these days be the worst days
‘Cause I know I’m getting older and not happier
Me and my father love each other but we barely show it
He hates that I left home and the lawn is now his to mow it
He look at my generation and think that fashion’s over
I kill my sister if she ever model Fashion Nova (true)
I’m always on a flight, or I’m in a hurry
I miss when losing my virginity was my only worry
Back when putting on a condom had me really scary
And milkshakes were the only time we’d eat a cherry
I think learning how to eat pussy from someone who eat pussy
Is better than learning from someone who doesn’t
And that’s word to my ex
And that’s word to my tongue
And that’s word to the woman who had my heart beatin’ drums
Yeah
Love is what I cherished and Miss Parrish
Flew all the way to Paris and we made out on my terrace
I kept it on the low low, cause I was in love
And the shade I had in my room was already enough
I’m going on some dates and I’m making some plans
But it’s hard to find some love if the girl is a fan
And after we fuck, she want a picture with me
She got me feeling like Paper Boi, but I cry when she leaves

[Chorus: Aminé]
These intros ain’t meant to be bangers
They meant for you and me so we’ll never end up as strangers
Will Ferrell’s ass can’t even handle this weather
Tune in your speakers and please be my Dr. Whoever
I said, I said
These intros ain’t meant to be bangers
They meant for you and me so we’ll never end up as strangers
Will Ferrell’s ass can’t even handle this weather
Tune in your speakers and please be my Dr. Whoever

[Interlude]
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, woo
Yes sir, yeah, look

[Verse 2: Aminé]
Boy, you looking big mad
When you see a young brotha up in first class
And you damn right my ego like Lavar ball
And they hate to see a black man who can’t get blackballed
I said my paper long
My paper long
You damn right, bitch
My paper long
It’s that yellow, mellow, fellow
Yeah, that Yellowstone
Play the cello for the fellows, fake as silicone
I went from plaque in my teeth
To having plaques on the wall
Gold album, with platinum records who woulda thought
Young nigga, like Jigga
Tryna make me a boss
I’ll take my momma to Louis
And take your girl to the Ross nigga
Back in the muthafuckin’ building
Your boo thing want my children
My net worth gon’ be a billion
Shorty gimme head like ceiling
Dick disappear chameleon
And like I’m muthafuckin rollin [?]
My whip bought, it’s not stolen

[Chorus: Aminé]
These intros ain’t meant to be bangers
They meant for you and me so we’ll never end up as strangers
Will Ferrell’s ass can’t even handle this weather
Tune in your speakers and please be my Dr. Whoever

[Verse 3: Aminé]
Hey doc, do I tell em how I actually feel?
Or do I see a therapist and numb the pain with the pills
They swear niggas play tough won’t even smile in mirrors
And we learn to fuck hoes off trial and error
Friday nights, where them broke niggas ball out
And Amine be the name that your girlfriend gon call out
To all my niggas with some melanin
Let your feelings settle in
If you feelin’ worthless you should probably go and tell a friend, yeah
But, I should take that advice
This year has been crazy
What the fuck is my life
My best friend got married
You can bet that I cried
I met Spike and Brad Pitt, no malls I’m Saks Fifth, nigga

[Outro: Rickey Thompson]
Get your shit together and turn the fuck up!

Aminé – WHY? Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
This sound like
Yeah my momma told me to close the door
I don’t wanna close it no more

[Hook]
Ohh, I wonder why
Yeah, I wonder why, why
Yeah, I wonder why
Me I wonder why, why
Yeah, I wonder why
She wonder why, why
I wonder why
She be wondering why, why

[Bridge]
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
(Keep my head down)
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
(Keep my head down)
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
(i’m gon’ show no frowns)
Why, why, why

[Verse 1]
(Okay drop it)
To the floor and I’m back
Had to relax and never relapse
Shoutout to Reese, the sex was like crack
I need love, I’m depressed
I’m a fool, I’m a mess
But my first priority is never second best
(I’ve been down, PCH with the fam)
I’m that nigga and I know it
(I can feel the sun hittin’ on my veins)
Pupils dilated, they don’t focus
(I can feel the sun hittin’ on my veins)
Can’t nobody ever know this, they can’t know this
(Ridin’ ’round ain’t nobody on my brain)
Probably on some fresh shit
Should’ve done some mess shit
Runnin’ through my last check
Wish I knew some magic
Stressin’ out crazy
Wish I had a [?]
Said she wanna talk, but I hope it’s not a baby

[Hook]
Ohh, I wonder why
Yeah, I wonder why, why
Yeah, I wonder why
Me I wonder why, why
Yeah, I wonder why
She wonder why, why
I wonder why
She be wondering why, why

[Bridge]
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
(Keep my head down)
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
(Keep my head down)
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
(I’m gon’ show no frowns)
Why, why, why

[Verse 2]
I just bought my momma a new whip, straight cash
I payed my taxes, so it hurts my racks
I hate when niggas say, “chill out”, and they ain’t got no chill
They let me skip the DMV line, that’s when I knew it was real
I pulled up, like it, goin’, pretty, fast
I’m the, type to, get the, bag
Fuck it, let’s just, count it, fast
I don’t know why I’m feeling down
I don’t know no goofies, or no loose leafs
This ain’t a hand out, don’t take no cookies
Hey look I’m stressed out, I’m straight from movies
But this is real life, so let’s just, you know what, fuck it

[Hook]
Ohh, I wonder why
Yeah, I wonder why, why
Yeah, I wonder why
Me I wonder why, why
Yeah, I wonder why
She wonder why, why
I wonder why
She be wondering why, why

[Bridge]
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
(Keep my head down)
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
(Keep my head down)
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
(I’m gon’ show no frowns)
Why, why, why

[Outro]
Running out of breath
Everytime we fuck
The sex is amazing
It feels like a rush
I’m running out of breath
Everytime we fuck
The sex is amazing
It feels like a rush (a rush)

Aminé – RATCHET SATURN GIRL Lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]
Yeah, uh huh, yeah

[Hook]
I like my hoes ratchet, I like my bitch bad
I like a freaky lil’ mama who gon’ throw it back
I like them forty-inch nails, and your weave too
And if you ain’t got a man, fuck with me boo

[Verse 1]
I like when she call me daddy, and she look back (back)
I like when shawty give me head on the drive back
I call her lil’ mama when her lips gloss
I like when shawty do the dummy on my dick raw
I don’t say no “Yes I do,” I eat pussy like it’s food
I’m the choice for choosey hoes
Your friend cute, let’s make a group
I’m a wild, wild nigga from the west side (west)
Take a picture on my left, ’cause that’s my best side (shit, shit, shit)

[Hook]
I like my hoes ratchet, I like my bitch bad
I like a freaky lil’ mama who gon’ throw it back
I like them forty-inch nails, and your weave too
And if you ain’t got a man, fuck with me boo

[Bridge]
Let’s get wild, wild
Let’s get wild, wild
Let’s get wild, wild
Bitch I like it wild, wild
And let’s get wild, wild
And let’s get wild, wild
I like it wild, wild
Let’s get it, woah, woah, wow, wow

[Part II]

[Chorus]
Excuse me m’am
You’re the one that I need
Fell in love, you cut me deep
Saturn girl, your ecstasy, baby
I need your love, to stay alive
Out this world, you’re out of sight
Saturn girl, you changed my life, oh

[Verse 2]
Help me find ways to get around (you’re killin’ me girl)
You’re the one I love, hope it counts for something
(I hope it counts for something)
Help me find ways to get around
You’re the one I love, hope it counts for something

[Chorus]
You’re the one that I need
Fell in love, you cut me deep
Saturn girl, your ecstasy, baby (ecstasy)
I need your love, to stay alive
Out this world, you’re out of sight
Saturn girl, you changed my life, baby

Aminé – CHINGY Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Hey!

[Chorus]
VV’s on my pinky ring
It’s right there like I’m chingy man
Tell me who the fuck are you
Bitch you know I do my damn thing
VV’s in my pinky ring
It’s right there like I’m chingy man
Tell me who the fuck are you
Bitch you know I do my damn thing

[Verse 1]
Ooh, yeah
Bodies on bodies on bodies
Saw that she called me, she said that she want me
I tell her come through and she leaving the party
Taking it down, couple of rounds
Bitch I’m Aminé, you know it’s allowed
Checkin’ my ‘count, make sure it’s right
Spending it once and I’m makin’ it twice (true)
Nigga who are you (yuh)
What’s your avenue (yuh)
Oh you know so-and-so (whoo)
Okay, then you cool (brr)
Silly me, silly me, you don’t know this luxury
Pussy tastes like sorbet
Tee-WaTT, I need more bass

[Chorus]
VV’s on my pinky ring
It’s right there like I’m chingy man
Tell me who the fuck are you
Bitch you know I do my damn thing
VV’s in my pinky ring
It’s right there like I’m chingy man (yeah)
Tell me who the fuck are you
Bitch you know I do my damn thing

[Verse 2]
At the hotel, and I’m chilling
Bitch, she alone, I made me a couple million (racks)
Pay me like the movies do (yuh)
Heaven sent like Charlie’s boo (whoo)
Bad bitch look like Lucy Liu (true)
We could make a movie too
Okay okay (yuh yuh)
Okay okay (yuh)
In my face like Cena so this mula be my soulmate (true)
Tuition in my mouth, your check on my neck (yuh)
Phone off you can’t locate
Tee-WaTT I need more bass

Aminé – REEL IT IN Lyrics

[Intro]
Right now!

[Chorus]
Reel it in
I got the bag, tell a friend
She got some ass, bring it in
Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah)
Reel it in
I got the bag, tell a friend
She got some ass, bring it in
Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah) (hey!)

[Verse 1]
Trippin’
Rollie got the tick tock missin’
Bitch pimpin’ (ayy)
Broke niggas got me livin’ (wow)
You Jordan or Pippen (true)
I’m Kobe I’m never gon’ dish it
Or miss it
I’m business as fuck and I ain’t got the time to just kick it

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t trust nobody ’cause I can’t be fake
Frontin’ ain’t an option ’cause my soul can’t change
And I’m tired of being humble, bitch I feel no way
It’s that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like

[Chorus]
Reel it in (woo)
I got the bag, tell a friend
She got some ass, bring it in (ayy)
Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah)
Reel it in
I got the bag, tell a friend
She got some ass, bring it in
Bitch I’m the news, CNN

[Verse 2]
Jesus Christ! (Hallelujah!)
I buy that shit before I even know the price (hey!)
This 13k up on my finger, bitch you right (true)
Them diamonds dancin’, yeah that boy be lookin’ nice (ayy)
I guess that’s what you call that motherfucking ice
I got a thotiana, put her in designer
She Italiana, she a sorta kinda
She Björk cute
So she really fine, just sorta weird, and she got some cake
Gimme OPB for my ODB
These APC, do your ABC’s
I’m a young dread-head with anxiety
And I love it when a bitch nigga tryin’ me

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t trust nobody ’cause I can’t be fake
Frontin’ ain’t an option ’cause my soul can’t change
And I’m tired of being humble, bitch I feel no way
It’s that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like

[Chorus]
Reel it in (ayy)
I got the bag, tell a friend (whoo)
She got some ass, bring it in (ooh)
Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah)
Reel it in
I got the bag, tell a friend (true)
She got some ass, bring it in
Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah)

Princess Nokia – Boricua Samurai Lyrics

[Intro]:
China doll, china white
Assassin in the night
Samurai suicide, I’ll cut you with my knife
China doll, china white
Assassin in the night
Samurai suicide, I’ll cut you with my knife

[Verse]:
Getting money like a kingpin
Never [?] for [?]
Cheated and subjected
Baby tears in her eyes
She want the money, want the money
Playing hard after school
Working honey, working honey
While the world so cruel

[Chorus]:
Murder in eyes, [?]
Roses in her thighs
She wants to kill, she wants to cry
Murder in eyes, [?]
Roses in her thighs
She wants to kill, she wants to cry oh

[Bridge]:
My [?] are runny
And my looks so disarming
I’ve got murderous traits
You will never be safe
I can be so damn charming

[Chorus]:
Murder in eyes, checkered tights
Roses in her thighs
She wants to kill, she wants to cry

[Outro]:
Getting money like a kingpin
Never [?] for [?]
Cheated and subjected
Baby tears in her eyes
She want the money, want the money
Playing hard after school
Working honey, working honey
While the world so cruel