Gucci Mane – I Get The Bag (feat. Migos) (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Shine
It’s Gucci!
It’s drop top, wizop
Skrr

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah!
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
Eat it up like it’s a feast (eat it up), they say the dope on fleek (yeah!)

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Percocet pill on me, ice on my neck baby chill with me (ice!)
Them niggas that flex in the back don’t say nothin them niggas will kill for me
Backends I got ’em asleep, on fleek
100k spent on a Patek Phillippe (Phillippe!)
Bitch I’m a dog, give my treat
Hop out the frog and leap (leap!)
I put them bricks in the Phantom, my bitch she walk around like she Kris Jenner
I used to break and then enter
Then Takeoff run ’em like the game of temple
It’s simple, I play with the mental
Momma said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel (mama!)
Canada ’cause I’m a money symbol
Walking with the racks I’m looking crippled (money!)
Fuck on that bitch then I tip her (tip her!)
A nickel for me to take pictures (nickel!)
Not from L.A. but I clip her (brrr!)
Double my cup, pour a triple
Fox on my body, no Vivica (fox on my)
I’m not your average or typical (I’m not your)
Look at my wrist and it’s critical (look at the)
Hold it up, droppin’ the temperature (droppin’ the)
I get that bag on the regular (bag!)
I got a bag on my cellular (brrr!)
Backing up, bagging up vegetables
Baggin’ up cookies, it’s medical (cookies!)
Cocaine, codeine, et cetera
Cocaine and lean, it’s federal
I take off, landin’ on Nebula
[?] 20 M’s on my schedule
(Takeoff!)

[Chorus: Quavo]
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
(It’s Gucci!)
Eat it up like it’s a feast, they say the dope on fleek

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I know that you niggas gettin’ sick of me
These chains on my neck cost a mil’ a piece
I won’t even like to freestyle for free
I put in the key and I ride the beat
I won’t even come out the house for free
I pay a nigga to drive for me
Jay-Z couldn’t even co-sign for me
I do what I want ‘cause I’m signed to me
I get the-I get the-I get the bag
They get the bag, had to cut it in half
Stop the comparing, y’all makin’ me laugh
Need the rehab, I’m addicted to cash
Convertible Wop, convertible top
My dope got a vertical, look at it hop (Skrrt-skkrt-skkrt)
And it jump out the pot came out of jail and went straight to the top
Take it easy baby
Middle of Summer I’m freezin’ baby
Don’t leave me baby just drop to your knees and please me baby
I’m fascinated two bitches so fine that I masturbated
Congratulations, she bring me so good that I graduated
They had to hate it
Unfold them niggas they plastic baby
I trap a baby, I rap but own all my masters baby
It’s tragic baby, I pull up and fuck up the traffic baby
I’m savage baby, I’m killin’ these niggas closed casket baby

[Chorus: Quavo]
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
Eat it up like it’s a feast, they say the dope on fleek, yeah!

Drake – Energy

[Intro]
Lickwood means "rewind", gunshot means "forward"
You requested it so we rewind

Way, way, way up
Turn it all up
Yeah
Look

[Hook 1]
I got enemies, got a lot of enemies
Got a lot of people tryna drain me of my energy
They tryna take the wave from a nigga
Fuckin’ with the kid and pray for your nigga

[Verse 1]
I got girls in real life tryna fuck up my day
Fuck goin’ online, that ain’t part of my day
I got real shit poppin’ with my family too
I got niggas that can never leave Canada too
I got two mortgages, thirty million in total
I got niggas that’ll still try fuckin’ me over
I got rap niggas that I gotta act like I like
But my actin’ days are over, fuck them niggas for life, yeah

[Hook 2]
I got enemies, got a lot of enemies
Got a lot of people tryna drain me of this energy
They tryna take the wave from a nigga
Fuckin’ with the kid and pray for your nigga

[Verse 2]
I got people talkin’ down, man, like I give a fuck
I bought this one a purse, I bought this one a truck
I bought this one a house, I bought this one a mall
I keep buyin’ shit just make sure you keep track of it all
I got bitches askin’ me about the code for the wifi
So they can talk about they timeline
And show me pictures of they friends
Just to tell me they ain’t really friends
Ex-girl she the female version of me
I got strippers in my life, but they virgins to me
I hear everybody talkin’ ’bout what they gonna be
I got high hopes for you niggas, we gon’ see
I got money in the courts so all my niggas are free
‘Bout to call your ass a Uber, I got somewhere to be
I hear fairy tales ‘bout how they gon’ run up on me
Well, run up when you see me then and we gon’ see

[Hook 2]
I got enemies, got a lot of enemies
Got a lot of people tryna drain me of this energy
They tryna take the wave from a nigga
Fuckin’ with the kid and pray for your nigga

[Verse 3]
Nah, fuck all of you niggas, I ain’t finished
Y’all don’t wanna hear me say it’s a go
Y’all don’t wanna see Win Win, 50 a woe
I got real ones livin’ past Kennedy Road
I got real ones with me everywhere that I go
I’m tryna tell ya, I got enemies, got a lot of enemies
Every time I see ‘em somethin’ wrong with their memory
Tryna take the wave from a nigga
So tired of savin’ all these niggas, mayne
Yeah, run up

[Hook 2]
I got enemies, got a lot of enemies
Got a lot of people tryna drain me of this energy
They tryna take the wave from a nigga
Fuckin’ with the kid and pray for your nigga

[Outro]
I’m off this, man

Norah Jones – Don’t Be Denied (Neil Young Cover) letras

When I was a young boy,
My mama said to me
Your daddy’s leavin’ home today,
I think he’s gone to stay.
We packed up all our bags
And drove out to winnipeg.

When we got to winnipeg
I checked in to school.
I wore white bucks on my feet,
When I learned the golden rule.
The punches came fast and hard
Lying on my back in the school yard.

Don’t be denied, don’t be denied.
Don’t be denied, don’t be denied.
Don’t be denied, don’t be denied.

Well pretty soon I met a friend,
He played guitar.
We used to sit on the steps at school
And dream of being stars.
We started a band,
We played all night.

Don’t be denied, don’t be denied.
Don’t be denied, don’t be denied.
Don’t be denied, don’t be denied.

Oh canada
We played all night
I really hate to leave you now
But to stay just wouldn’t be right.
Down in hollywood
We played so good

The businessmen crowded around
They came to hear the golden sound
There we were on the sunset strip,
Playing our songs for the highest bid.
We played all night
The price was right.

Don’t be denied, don’t be denied.
Don’t be denied, don’t be denied.
Don’t be denied, don’t be denied.

Well, all that glitters isn’t gold
I know you’ve heard that story told.
And I’m a pauper in a naked disguise
A millionaire through a business man’s eyes.
Oh friend of mine
Don’t be denied.

MADEINTYO – Uber Everywhere (On MTV’s Wonderland) (Live) letras

Nawfside cooling, shorty, yeah that’s where I stay
Heard you was a lame boy, get up out my face
And my ex keep calling, swear that she be in the way
And I need a thick Redbone shorty where I lay
Bad bihh in LA tell me that she’ll make the trip
Shorty bad as hell, yeah, with them Kylie Jenner lips
Uber every fucking where, pre-rolls in my VIP
Canada jawn, yeah I think that bitch from the 6
Shorty wanna kiss me, but I know she sucking dick
Shorty wanna kiss me, but I know she sucking dick
Look, Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in the VIP
Yeah, Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in my VIP
Aye (skrr skrr)
Yeah, I wanna get the ‘Rari, but I know it takes some time (skrr skrr)
Pre-roll shorty light it up you know you fine
Lil 5 with my 5 and I’m rolling up the gas
And I need my leg room, Bapestas, first class
East Atlanta jawn Cookout on Moreland Ave (skrr skrr)
She say she bout that action but I think that Imma pass
Shorty wanna fuck me but I know I got some top
Shorty wanna fuck me but I just got some top (skrr skrr)
I can’t fuck with ops never stop pull up in that juice box
Uber fucking everywhere
Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in my VIP (skrr skrr)
Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in my VIP
And I think that bitch from canada
I think she from the 6
Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in the VIP
Hey hey hey (skrr skrr)
Hey hey hey (skrr skrr)
Hey hey hey (skrr skrr)
Hey hey hey (skrr skrr)