Lil Durk – 100 Grand Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk]
In this motherfucker smellin’ like a hundred racks
Smellin’ good with this Bond No. 9 (Hitmaka)
Hundred racks, hundred racks, hundred racks, oh my God
Mari beats, turn me up, up

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign & Lil Durk]
It’s all these diamonds on her ’cause she mine (She mine)
Yeah I do this shit for fun (For fun)
Champagne showers ’til she cum (‘Til she cum)
I just popped a perc for everyone (Everyone)
Wraith, watch, PCA drop (Turn up)
Time machine the road, suicide the top (Top)
Down town parking lot, penthouse shot (Turn up)
You just wifed a thot, she up but she not (Yeah yeah)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Lil Durk]
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (On my jewelry)
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (On my jewelry)
You say, you say that’s your mans, are you sure-y? (Are you sure-y?)
He done told on the whole squad, no sorry (Turn up, come on)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
I just blew a big bag today on my diamonds (Turn up, come on)
Everything too real, be honest
Uh, uh, we be pushing the Porsche in the trenches (Skrrt)
Came a long way hopping fences
Cash, credit, shawty fix her titties
But these niggas don’t get it, ooh
I just bet 100K on Floyd, oh (Cash)
I ain’t going if I ain’t on that floor, oh
100K bust out the plastic (Turn up)
100K flood out the Patek
West coast we hot in (JoJo)
Fuck around, hide in the attic (Go, go)
Uh uh, tell that DJ play this shit right back, uh-huh (Turn up)
Young fly nigga, pick up where he slack (Where he slack, ayy)
Too hot up in this club, get off my back (Get off my back, ayy)
Don’t wanna hit your cup if it’s not Act, Act

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry)
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry)
You say, you say that’s your mans, are you sure-y? (sure-y)
He done told on the whole squad, no sorry

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Yeah, look at my wrist, that’s a Patek, yeah
Look at my neck, that’s another Patek, yeah
Givenchy sweats with a Moncler vest, yeah
Fuck my ex, fuck all my exes, yeah
She cut me off, so I fuck her best friend, yeah
She hit me up and I seen a message, yeah
Smith & Wesson, fuck a Tekken, yeah
Hit his head then that’s a dead man, yeah
Hit his head now he a dead man, ooh
Hit his head now learn a lesson, ooh
I’m so blessed now, I’m a blessing, ooh
You a dub now, I’m finessing you

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry)
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry)
You say, you say that’s your mans, are you sure-y? (sure-y)
He done told on the whole squad, no sorry

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s all these diamonds on her ’cause she mine (Wow)
Yeah I do this shit for fun (Fun)
Champagne showers ’til she cum (‘Til she cum)
I just popped a perc for everyone (Everyone)

Chris Brown – Like This Lyrics

[Verse: 1]
Only one conversation
Getting you to my place, yeah
We can have a situation
All you gotta do is say yeah
But do you really wanna stop now
You already let me see
What it could be
And right now I don’t want you to go without me

[Chorus]
It seems like every time
I tried to get through to you
Try to slip my way, baby
In my mind we get this right, eh
You decide to stay
Wasn’t suppose to end like this
We should keep dancing
I don’t want to go home like this
Baby give me this one last wish
Can you move your hips like this
Do a little twist
Turn that thing around then dip
And then we in a zone like this
Keep it going like this, yeah

[Verse: 2]
Look at us on the floor now
I’m digging everything I like your smile
Only wanna stay a little while
But you ain’t gotta go, no
DJ playing my song now
It’s my turn to feel you out
Cause baby you know that
All I wanna do is just stay with you, baby

[Chorus]
It seems like every time
I tried to get through to you
Try to slip my way, baby
In my mind we get this right, eh
You decide to stay, oh ho
Wasn’t suppose to end like this
We should keep dancing
I don’t wanna go home like this
Baby give me this one last wish
Can you move your hips like this
Do a little twist
Turn that thing around then dip
And when we in a zone like this
Keep going like this, yeah

[Bridge]
Something about the way I get a rise when you next to me
I don’t wanna be apart, yeah yeah
Damn I’m loving this spotlight
You turning me on, on, on, oh, yeah

[Chorus]
It wasn’t suppose end like this
We should keep dancing
I don’t wanna go home like this
Baby give me this one last wish
Can you move your hips like this
Do a little twist
Turn that thing around then dip
And when we in a zone like this
Keep going like this, yeah

Christina Aguilera – Dirrty (Tracey Young Mix) Lyrics

[Intro]
Show your hands, show your hands…

[Verse 1]
Oooh, I’m overdue
Give me some room, comin’ through
Paid my dues, I’m in the mood
Me and my girls come to shake the room
DJ spinnin’, show your hands
Let’s get dirrty, that’s my jam
I need that, uh to get me off
Sweatin’ ’til my clothes come off
It’s explosive, speakers are thumpin’
Still jumpin’, six in the mornin’
Table dancin’, glasses are crashin’
No question, time for some action
Temperature’s up ’bout to erupt
Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise

[Hook]
Gonna get rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancin’, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

[Verse 2]
Ah, heat is up
Ladies, fellas drop your cups
Bodies packed, front to back
Move your ass; I like that
Tight hip huggers (low for sure)
Shake a little somethin’ (on the floor)
I need that (uh) to get me off
Sweatin’ ’til my clothes come off
Let’s get open, cause a commotion
Still goin’, eight in the mornin’
There’s no stoppin’, we keep it poppin’
Hard rockin’, everyone’s talkin’
Give all you got (give it to me), just hit the spot
Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise

[Hook]
Rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival
Rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

[Bridge]
Here it comes, it’s the one you been waitin’ on
Get up, get it rough, yup, that’s what’s up
Givin’ just what you love to the maximum
Uh-oh (uh-oh), here we go (here we go)
What to do when the music starts to drop
That’s when we take it to the parking lot
And I bet you somebody’s gonna call the cops
Uh-oh (uh-oh), here we go (here we go)

[Hook]
Gonna get Rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival
Rowdy, gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

[Outro]
DJ spinnin’ (spinnin’, spinnin’)

Christina Aguilera – Dirrty (Tracey Young Radio)

[Verse 1]
(Uh, let me loose)
Oooh, I’m overdue
Give me some room, comin’ through
Paid my dues, I’m in the mood
Me and my girls come to shake the room
DJ spinnin’, show your hands
Let’s get dirrty, that’s my jam
I need that, uh to get me off
Sweatin’ ’til my clothes come off
It’s explosive, speakers are thumpin’
Still jumpin’, six in the mornin’
Table dancin’, glasses are crashin’
No question, time for some action
Temperature’s up ’bout to erupt
Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise

[Hook]
Gonna get rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancin’, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

[Verse 2]
Ah, heat is up
Ladies, fellas drop your cups
Bodies packed, front to back
Move your ass; I like that
Tight hip huggers (low for sure)
Shake a little somethin’ (on the floor)
I need that (uh) to get me off
Sweatin’ ’til my clothes come off
Let’s get open, cause a commotion
Still goin’, eight in the mornin’
There’s no stoppin’, we keep it poppin’
Hard rockin’, everyone’s talkin’
Give all you got (give it to me), just hit the spot
Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise

[Hook]
Rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival
Rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

[Bridge]
Here it comes, it’s the one you been waitin’ on
Get up, get it rough, yup, that’s what’s up
Givin’ just what you love to the maximum
Uh-oh (uh-oh), here we go (here we go)
What to do when the music starts to drop
That’s when we take it to the parking lot
And I bet you somebody’s gonna call the cops
Uh-oh (uh-oh), here we go (here we go)
Here we go (here we go)
Go, go, go…

[Hook]
Gonna get Rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival
Rowdy, gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

[Outro]
DJ spinnin’

Tee Grizzley – No Rap Cap Lyrics

[Intro: Tee Grizzly]
If there ain’t no bag involved, If there ain’t no bag involved
PnB to the D, Grizzly gang, ride with us
DJ on the beat with some bangers!

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzly]
I’m not gon’ talk to you for long if there ain’t no bag involved
I don’t indulge with the [?], go get the man in charge
You don’t want this Glock to line you up, it’ll push you back too far
My shooter’s Queen Latifah, they’ll set it of(brrrrrahh)
Hundred point and my car is large, we so ahead of y’all(can’t touch)
We got more bread than y’all(broke bitch)
Your bitch, we share her dawg(ho bitch)
These bitches scared of y’all(they scared of you niggas man)
They know you gon’ tell it all(gospel ass niggas shut the f**k up)
No cap(No cap), No rap(no rap)
I can stand on a bentley(stand on a skrrt)
I own dat(I own dat)
You f**kin’ with snitches(f**kin’ with rats)
Cold rats(cold rats)
Y’all niggas want smoke(nigga want smoke)
Blow dat(blow dat)

[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
I ain’t takin’ no pictures, free Kodak(free dat nigga)
Ridin’ ’round wit a stick(brrr)
You know dat(you know dat shit)
Nigga got my name in his mouth(huh), you toe tag(brrr)
F**k around might run in you house, where your ho at?
I was just eatin’ them noodles, now I’m eatin’ that caviar
Ridin’ ’round in the fastest cars, Instagram hoes, I smash ’em all
These niggas broke, we laugh at y’all(haha)
Now you havin’ no cash at all(broke)
Niggas just be actin’ hard, I’mma wind up smackin’ y’all(bitch)

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
Which one of your niggas hoes(your niggas hoes)
I’mma go at(I’mma go at), ha your mans got dropped
Where his hoe ass?(yeah)
Right f**k these niggas, they ain’t get no pass
And f**k these bitches, they broke ass
You can’t make it out Detroit ‘less you play basketball
If the ops listenin’ just know we keepin’ tabs on y’all, huh
We call y’all black ice ’cause we always slidin’ on y’all
Nigga this chop run outta bullets, I’mma put the .45 on y’all

[Verse 4: PnB Rock]
You must wanna die, f**kin’ with me and my gang
Niggas gon’ slide if you’re missin’ my name(gang)
Don’t come outside(come outside), ‘less you want feel that flame
Lil’ nigga better stay in your lane ‘fore [?] get changed
Won’t make it out Philly unless you a rapper dawg, unless you a trapper dawg, still might leave in a casket dawg
And that’s the saddest part
Niggas ridin’ ’round with dracos, [?]in’ from the ops and the [?]
I can’t even trust my main ho, damn

[Outro: Tee Grizzley & PnB Rock]
You can’t make it out Detroit ‘less you play basketball
If thee ops listenin’ just know we keepin’ tabs on y’all, huh
Won’t make it out Philly unless you a rapper dawg, unless you a trapper dawg, still might leave in a casket dawg
And that’s the saddest part

Nicki Minaj – Sorry lyrics

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Hey baby
Even though you break my heart
I still love you

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sorry
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like forgive me (forgive me)
And you can say, baby (baby)
My baby, can I hold you tonight?
And maybe if I told you the right words
Ooh, at the right time
You be Nas

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo
That bitch is always flippin’
You niggas never listen
We make a perfect team
Balling Jordan and Scottie Pippen
But I’ma let you dip in
That wax sauce drippin’
Said that when you with a boss bitch, now you can tell the difference
You be like jungle digger
I don’t want another nigga
I wanna make you ’bout a legend, but I make you bigger
Tinkerbell, Peter Pan
No bitches badder than me when I pull up
Got ’em screaming like a temper tan
Ayo, DJ, drop the beat
My gun didn’t fall but I drop the heat
I love how we kept it on the low, mad discreet (I’m in a rush)
Pass me the keys to my jeep (truck)
I hit ’em with it, I’mma kill ’em with that wine wine
Ain’t losin’ watches, but with me, he always find time
We keep it classy when we eatin’ it’s that fine dine
But between love and hate, baby, it’s a fine line

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sorry
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like forgive me (forgive me)
And you can say, baby (baby)
My baby can I hold you tonight?
And maybe if I told you the right words
Ooh, at the right time
You be Nas

[Verse 2: Nas]
A mack
I used to mack with the MAC on me
Project parties, lights off, mad horny
Dutty wine and feel the gun I’m hidin’
She still grindin’ on me, smilin’ at me
I’m like “Hi, I’m Nasty”
God bless ya, met ya
Thought you were sexy as ever
Flexing with your ex, I couldn’t disrespect ya
Later on, I undress ya, couldn’t wait to sex ya
Made a nigga wait so long, but it was special
Light travel faster than sound
Lightning strike one second every point two miles
So when you first saw me emerge from a weed cloud
Electricity touch your soul, that’s how I get down
Gangsta love
Completing each other
Touching tongues so close, we could breathe for each other
Untouchable boy with the illustrious girl
But maybe being together’s too much for the world, sorry

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sorry
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like forgive me (forgive me)
And you can say, baby (baby)
My baby can I hold you tonight?
And maybe if I told you the right words
Ooh, at the right time
You be Nas

Destiny’s Child – Bootylicious (Love: Destiny Version) Lyrics

Kelly, can you handle this?
Michelle, can you handle this?
Beyonce, can you handle this?
I don’t think they can handle this

Love he
Love she
Love harmony
Love destiny

Woo
Better move, cause we’ve arrived
Lookin’ sexy, lookin’ fly
Baddest chick, chick inside
DJ, jam tonight
Spotted me, a tender thang
There you are, come on baby
Don’t you wanna dance with me?
Can you handle, handle me?

You gotta do much better
If you’re gonna dance with me tonight
You gotta work your jelly
If you’re gonna dance with me tonight
Read my lips carefully, if you like what you see
Move, groove, prove you can hang with me
By the looks I got you shook up and scared of me
Buckle your seat belt, it’s time for takeoff

Woo
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny

Woo
I’m about to break you off
H-town goin’ hard, read my hips
Slap my thighs, swing my hair
Squint my eyes
Lookin’ hot, smellin’ good
Groovin’ like I’m from the hood
Over my shoulder I blow you a kiss
Can you handle, handle this?

Woo
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny

Move your body up and down
Make your booty touch the ground
I can’t help but wonder why
My vibe’s too vibealacious for you babe

I shake my jelly at every chance
When I whip with my hips you slip into a trance
I’m hoping you can handle all this jelly that I have
Now let’s cut a rug while we scat some jazz, yeah

Pa pa de do da-de
Pa pa de do da-de do
Pa de-de oh
Pa de-de oh
Pow pow pow pow

Woo
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny

Baby can you handle this?
Baby can you handle this?
Baby can you handle this?
I don’t think you can handle this

Woo
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny

Woo
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny

Love destiny

Pitbull – Roof On Fire Lyrics

[Hook]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!

[Verse 1]
Independent like a motherfucker [?]
Build another twenty schools
Let’s show em how we ball
I ride for my city, I ride for my dawgs
Hit the mayor at the show
New Year’s Eve, boy it’s on
Man it’s on in the [?]
Mr. 3-0-5, Mr. Took over the world
Mr. Stay-on-fire, Mr. Fuckboy-Free
Mr. Fuckboy-Please
Mr. Got-the-whole-game-on-its-knees
Let’s ride

[Hook]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!

[Verse 2]
Baby I got A-D-D, a delicious dick
And I’m ready to act a fool in this bitch
This chico stay slick, this chico stay lit
Imma change my name to Mr. Stay-rich
Been getting loose, been getting paid
3-0-5 representer, been repping Dade
I’m a chico in the game that spit that flame
That spit that fire, now let’s get off the chain
Let’s ride

[Hook]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!

[Bridge]
Go DJ, Go DJ, the DJ’s on fire
No pare, sigue, sigue
Go DJ, Go DJ, the DJ’s on fire
No pare, sigue, sigue

[Hook]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!

[Outro]
Burn motherfucker, Burn!

Josh Gracin – Me A Girl And A Radio lyrics

[Verse]
Sky full of stars, gas in the car
Sun shining in the shot gun seat
Me and the FM, she’s got us dialed in
Pacific city I was 17,
With the top down, turn it on, turn it up, hey,
Little summer night symphany
When the DJ lit up the air waves
We were dancing baby 1 2 3

[Chorus]
Out here in the country, don’t need nothin’
But me, a girl and a radio
No it ain’t compicated it’s what we make it,
Me, a girl and a radio
Takin’ it fast, takin’ it slow,
Takin’ her anywhere we want to go
Out here in the country, don’t need nothin
But me, a girl and a radio

[Verse]
Well I got one life, and it feels right
With you standin’ next to me
And all we’ve been through, it’s always been you
Aus2 E
Thick and thin since 17
With the top down, turn it on, turn it up, hey
Little summer night symphany
And when the DJ lit up the airwaves,
We were dancing baby 1 2 3

[Chorus]
Out here in the country, don’t need nothin’
But me, a girl and a radio
No it ain’t compicated it’s what we make it,
Me, a girl and a radio
Takin’ it fast, takin’ it slow,
Takin’ her anywhere we want to go
Out here in the country, don’t need nothin
But me, a girl and a radio

[Bridge]
A boy don’t need more than this
Than a sing a long song and an all night kiss
A boy don’t need more than this
Than a sing a long song and an all night kiss

[Chorus]
Out here in the country, don’t need nothin’
But me, a girl and a radio
No it ain’t compicated it’s what we make it,
Me, a girl and a radio
Takin’ it fast, takin’ it slow,
Takin’ her anywhere we want to go
Out here in the country, don’t need nothin
But me, a girl and a radio

Diplo – Welcome To The Party lyrics

(feat. French Montana, Lil Pump & Zhavia)

(Deadpool 2 Soundtrack)

[Chorus: French Montana]
(We on fire!)
Step up in the party
Step up in the party (hot, hey)
(We on fire!)
Ride up to the party
Ride up to the party (hot, hey)
(Live it up)
Welcome to the party
Welcome to the party, aye
(Live it up)
Welcome to the party, aye
Welcome to the party

[Verse: French Montana]
Hit ’em up, hey
Give ’em up, hey
Put ’em up, hey
We waking up, hey
Fly with my dogs, ridin’ high when we pull up
Fly with my dogs, ridin’ high when we pull up
When we ride, when we pull up
We be high, when we pull up
Coupe with the top down, no ceilin’
Rocks on the watch now, armageddon
Roof on fire, fire
We ride, ride
Pull up in a tank, bow-bow
Yeah, on Ciroc, in the drop, full of [?]
Yeah, we the squad, 100 cars full of [?]
Yeah, I pull up with [?], yeah especially [?] and vanilla
Roof on fire, we be higher like a [?]
Shawty bad, call it MJ Thriller
Welcome to the party, sippin’ on the Act
Pull up in a ‘Rari, DJ bring it back
Fell in love with shawty, money like Shaq
Welcome to the party

[Chorus: French Montana, Zhavia Ward & Lil Pump]
Welcome to the party, (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, (welcome to the party)

[Bridge: Lil Pump & Zhavia Ward]
Burn up, let it burn
Burn up, let it burn
Burn up, let it burn (Lil Pump, ooh)
(I’m a let it burn) (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Burn up, let it burn
Esskeetit!

[Verse: Lil Pump]
I can’t feel my body, ’cause I pop a lot of molly
Welcome to the party, bitch I’m ’bout to catch a body
Bitch I’m in the shit, we don’t give a fuck about it
Bitch I start a riot, bitch I’m ’bout to start a riot
Welcome to the trap, got my grandma selling crack
I make what you make in one year just sitting down and moving packs
Make a bitch do jumping jacks like she was an acrobat
Got these bitches looking at me crazy ’cause I got face tats
Ooh, drip, drip, drip,
I cannot go away for a bitch
Drop five millions on my crib, now Lil Pump is rich as shit, ooh
And I’m still on probation, pop a pill I feel amazing
You just bluffing, you just hating
All these diamonds on me skating
Man I do this every day, spend three thousand on some shades
I got bitches in L.A., your boyfriends broke, his diamonds fake

[Chorus: French Montana & Zhavia Ward]
Welcome to the party (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
(We on fire!)

[Outro: French Montana]
Step up in the party
Step up in the party (hot)

Famous Dex – THEM DAYS Lyrics

[Intro]
Dexter (light it up with my bros)
Y’know, DJ roll up some more Woods, bro (light it up with my bros)
Smokin’
Light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
‘Member them days I was broke (I was broke)
Pour a four, now I’m gold (now I’m gold)
Dexter (Dexter, yeah)

[Chorus]
Ooh, huh, light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
Had to pour a four, now I’m gold (now I’m gold)
Yeah, all my feelings go (feelings go)
She wanna fuck me, I send her home (I send her home)
Huh, light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
She want some money, had to tell her no (I had to tell her no)
I be sellin’ out the shows (sellin’ out the shows)
‘Member broke, I was wearin’ the same clothes (I was wearin’ the same clothes)

[Verse 1]
Huh, light it up with my team (light it up with my team)
Pop me a bean, now I’m seein’ everything (seein’ everything)
Bitch want a ring and she want everything (but she can’t get a thing)
I’m married to the money, yeah you see this wedding ring (see this wedding ring)
Yeah, got this gold all up on my body (body)
I’m ballin’, it’s my hobby, geekin’ off a molly (geekin’ off a molly)
Run up on me, swear I might catch a body (might catch a body)
Huh, I might catch a body (Dexter)
I’m geekin’ off a molly (yeah)

[Chorus]
Ooh, huh, light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
All of my feelings go (all of my feelings go)
Yeah, had to pour me a four (had to pour me a four)
‘Member days I was sleepin’ on the floor (I was sleepin’ on the floor)
Light it up with my bros (with my bros)
Had to pour up me a four (had to pour me a four, yeah)
Now I’m sellin’ out the shows (sellin’ out the shows)
I remember broke, wearin’ the same clothes (same clothes)

[Verse 2]
Wait, took your bitch on a date (bitch on a date)
Now she wanna skate, I might bust in her face (I bust in her face)
She doin’ coke, man she take the shits to the face (she what?)
Sippin’ on my lean, take the shit to the face (oh, I needa take a break, yeah)
Wait, take a break (take a break)
Need to take a break (take a break)
Heart race (heart race), feel my heart race, yeah
Who that’s callin’ me? (Who that’s callin’?)
Fuck a bad bitch, yeah she keep stalkin’ me (Dexter)

[Chorus]
Yeah, light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
Huh, pour a four (pour a four, yeah)
Huh, now all my feelings go (now all my feelings go)
I remember days sleepin’ on the floor (I remember days broke)
Huh, light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
Pour a four, all my feelings go (pour, all go)
Now I’m sellin’ out the shows (sellin’ out the shows)
I remember broke, wearin’ the same clothes (same clothes)
Light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
Pour a four, all my feelings go (pour, feelings go)

[Verse 3]
I can’t trust all these hoes (trust all these hoes)
She want some money, tell that bitch “hell no” (had to tell her no)
Light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)
‘Member days sleepin’ on the floor (‘member days I was broke)
Bad bitch, she’s doin’ the coke (doin’ the coke)
And she shove the shit all up on her nose (she shove it up her nose)
Huh

[Outro]
And you know how that go (how that go)
With my bros (with my bros)
Had to light it up with my bros (light it up with my bros)

E-40 – Let Me See You Twerk Lyrics

He’s been hot for decades

[Hook: DecadeZ]
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk

[Verse 1: E-40]
Uhh, you make a player want to hit (want to hit)
Jiggle what your mama blessed you with (blessed you with)
Stacked, Pringles potato chips (potato chips)
Come and lap dance on my magic stick (on my magic stick)
Uhh, it’s hot in here (hot in here)
You know how to make a pole disappear
Georgia peach booty, body (body)
Her ass is an instrument to molly (to molly)
She the bestest (the bestest)
I bet she got some bomb ass crevice (crevice)
Mm, all eyes on her (on her)
All the ballers want to dive in her (in her)
Hella thick (hella thick)
I love it when she jump in the air and do the splits (and do the splits)
I wonder if she takin’ gymnastics (gymnastics)
Acrobatics, baby got baggage (biatch)

[Hook: DecadeZ & E-40 (both)]
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Lemme see you twerk

[Verse 2: Too $hort]
You lookin’ ready girl, here we go
You on the dance floor lookin’ like a video
It feels good to be dancin’ now
You never have fun when your man’s around
You get down, full throttle
Shake it all around girl make your booty wobble
We ain’t goin’ nowhere, we stayin’ ’til the end
Give the DJ some money tell him “Play it again”
It’s your song, ass in the air I see your thong
My dick got hard, you can see it’s long
No we tryin’ to fuck each other
When we leave here let’s be lovers
We on the dance floor doin’ the most
I grabbed her by the waist, then I pulled her close
I put both hands under her skirt
Then I told her “Let me see you twerk”

[Hook: DecadeZ & E-40 (both)]
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk

[Verse 3: E-40 & Dolla Will]
Uhh, she fresh out the shower, lookin’ good as fuck
Headed to the party ’bout to scoop her home girls up (home girls up)
Felicia and Sabrina, that’s her childhood friends (childhood friends)
But little does she know, they ’bout to fight over a man (fight over a man)
It’s yankin’ in this bitch, they still comin’ in
Line around the corner, whites, blacks, Asians, Mexicans (Mexicans)
The liquor kicked in, got to runnin’ off at the mouth
Got full of that truth serum, that’s how people fall out
Dolla Will man
Nice shape, baby lookin’ like she got it
Wet wet, want to hop in it, drown in it
Size ten, shake it like a tamborine (shake it)
Two-steppin’ off of Cadillac and light green (shake it)
Throw a few ones, pop that pussy for me (pop it)
King of Diamonds, niggas fuckin’ off Gs on her
I’m a victim too, private peep show
If your money right, she a deep throat (deep throat)

[Hook: DecadeZ & E-40 (both)]
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Lemme see you twerk

Angelo Mota – Talk Too Much (feat. Naja Young)

[Bridge 1: Angelo Mota]
Stop, drop
Pick it up slow then stop
Turn around, bring it down low
Then stop, woah, slow down roll
Stop, woah, slow down roll
Stop, drop
Pick it up slow then stop
Turn around, bring it down low
Then stop, woah
Slow down roll, stop, woah

[Verse 1: Angelo Mota]
I was in the cyph like "Who next to go on the texaco?"
That’s gas, you gotta ask, you don’t get to smoke
You get passed like a bill, don’t forget to vote
And don’t choke off the vegetable (rude!)
I ain’t finna dare you to move
But the bass’ll take place and take care of you soon
And you actin’ like you sared of the room
This your shit
Walk by, the guys turn zombies corpses like
What the fuck?
Baby did you come cuffed?
Wanna get with ya
Velcro, let’s go, I wanna stick to ya
You the shit, everybody can get a wiff of ya
So now I’m stuck trynna stuff these words together
How I like your get up
Maybe we should get up
When I finish, had time to set up the question
I fucked around and missed your exit, depressing

[Chorus: Angelo Mota & Naja Young]
You – you got what I – you got what I
You got what I need (you got what I need, you got what I need)
Oh baby you, you keep it tight, I keep it I
It’s just what I need, that’s just the right speed
I got what you need
Then she said to me:
Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
Better not chit chat

[Verse 2: Angelo Mota]
L-riding
All damn night
Night rider
Blunt it burn like hell fire
Can’t quell that shit
Just shut the fuck up, inhale that shit
Imma pump the bass up, reveal my sins
In a crowded place, uh
Air so thick
Proabably woke the neighbors
Veil too thin to conceal the fragrance
Cash too spent for a [?] vacation
Lives too spent being wrong and anxious
Try my hardest but I’m too jaded and
I’m too faded and I don’t give a fuck what the DJ playing
I don’t even really like going out like that
I wouldn’t ever guess you would bounce like that
Never mind, saw face dropping likes on the page
Lock eyes on the stage and I smile right back like

[Chorus: Angelo Mota & Naja Young]
You – you got what I – you got what I
You got what I need (you got what I need, you got what I need)
Oh baby you, you keep it tight, I keep it I
It’s just what I need, that’s just the right speed
I got what you need
Then she said to me:
"Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)
"Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)
"Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)
"Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)

[Instrumental]

[Bridge 2: Angelo Mota]
Better not chit chat
Stop, drop
Pick it up slow then stop
Turn around, bring it down low
Then stop, woah, slow down role
Stop, woah, slow down role
Stop, drop
Pick it up slow then stop
Turn around, bring it down low
Then stop, woah
Slow down role, stop, woah

Wu-Tang Clan – Lesson Learn’d (feat. Redman & Inspectah Deck)

[Chorus: Redman]
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Def Squad niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Jersey niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Staten Island niggas don’t play

[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
I said one, two, three and to the fo’
I glide like there’s simply no traction on the flo’
10304, live action from the door
Shawty dime, let the whole team smash her on the tour
I splash bravado, fast cash aficionado
Savage vandal, I’m a legend of tomorrow
Painting the truth, here’s proof, ain’t it the truth
So ill a nigga spit with a containment suit
Slayin’ the booth, aim, shoot, bang! Cave in the roof
Hater, wouldn’t last a day in my shoes
You know very well, bet he swell, you can tell he jeal’
My price hiking like the pills Martin Shkreli sell
Mathematics tracks, I craft havoc
Fact, I black on it, black, I’m back at it
Mathematics tracks, I craft havoc
Fact, I blacked on it, black, I’m back at it

[Chorus: Redman]
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Def Squad niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Jersey niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Staten Island niggas don’t play

[Verse 2: Redman]
Yo, I’m on top of the world, mama, lookey here
I’m a boy beastin’ in my car, Paul Revere
Horsepower, never fell off, look in the mirror
When I drop something, you like Martin, all ears
Late Night Letterman, I light it like Edison
Fire through the wire, I wrote it out in Maryland
Arrogant? Yes. Tune in, my Hot 9 Flex
Cut the check and your boy digress
At my age it’s all about bread
Tryna be nice at 40, you can have it all shawty
I’m tryna make history, and history say
Fuck rap, I divorced her, the bitch bore me
Throw your hands up, let’s tear the bar up
So much bud I started sweating cigar guts
And these white folks love me like a Starbucks
Fuck with one dude, you gotta fuck with all us

[Chorus: Redman]
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Def Squad niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Jersey niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Staten Island niggas don’t play

[Outro: Redman]
Mathematics, you a fucking genius, nigga. yo, fuck that
Ladies and gentlemen
I need you to put your hands together
For worldwide international producer
Worldwide international DJ
And the creator of the Wu-Tang W symbol
Ladies and gentlemen
Please put your hands together and show your love
For our brother and yours – Mathematics

Keys N Krates – Music To My Ears (feat. Tory Lanez)

[Verse 1]
Listen what you told me
Listen what you told me
Look at how I’m on it
Look at how I’m on it
I am not a DJ, this is not a replay
Soon gon’ let me plug in, hit this little preset

[Chorus]
Music to my ear (Yeah, right)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Right)
Music to my ear (Yeah, right)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Right)
Music to my ear (Right)
Eh-yeah, yeah, yeah (Right)
When we love, when we touch, when we kiss
And it all goes through our ear

[Post-Chorus]
Music to my ears (Woo)
It’s music to my ears, baby (Woo)
It’s music to my ears, baby (Woo)
It’s music to my ears, baby
Woah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Listen when I play this
This is not a playlist
We’ve been on the same shit
I ain’t tryin’ to change shit
Got girls that be tryin’ to get famous, but they remain nameless
Saw you got me on a wait list
Damn right, I’m awaitin’ this

[Chorus]
Music to my ear
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo) (Right)
Music to my ear
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo) (Right)
Music to my ear
Eh-yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo) (Right)
When we love, when we touch, when we kiss
And it all goes through our ear

[Chorus]
Music to my ear (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo) (Right)
Music to my ear
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo) (Right)
Music to my ear (Yeah)
Eh-yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo) (Right)
When we love, when we touch, when we kiss
And it all goes through our ear

[Post-Chorus]
Music to my ears (Woo)
It’s music to my ears, baby (Woo)
It’s music to my ears, baby (Woo)
It’s music to my ears, baby
Woah, yeah

[Outro]
Music (To my ears)
(To my ears) (To my ears) (To my ears)
(To my ears) (Touch, when we kiss, and it)
Yeah, yeah
(To my ears) Yeah, yeah (When we touch, when we kiss, and it all)
Yeah, yeah
(To my ears) Yeah, yeah (When we touch, when we kiss, and it all)
Yeah, yeah
(To my ears) Yeah, yeah (When we touch, when we kiss, and it all)

Nolan Santo – Hold Me Down

featuring Johnny Drama

Can you hold me down for a minute?
I should come around more,
now I get it
I know I’ve been down,
but I’m winning
Watch me as I count of the digits
(x2)

Hit em with the verse one
No plans for rehearse, I step in and get that
I don’t know what I want first
I plan for a surf ??
Now watch me mismatched
On a mission with these songs
I’ma cocking on this batch
I’ma make sure you replay,
watch my DJ let that shit scratch
Ey, I’ve been on the road right now
Stay by me for the gold right now
It’s the new hit, you should know by now
Tell the ones that you meet I’ma roll dice now
??
What you gon’ do with the soul sound now?
Learn the life and you used the lesson?
Excuse the essence, I turned the right with the music
Guesses
I’ve been on the road right now
Stay by me for the gold right now
It’s the new hit, you should know by now

Can you hold me down for a minute?
I should come around more,
now I get it
I know I’ve been down,
but I’m winning
Watch me as I count of the digits
(x2)

Tech N9ne – Don’t Nobody Want None

[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 Chakratease?
(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 might be federal
(Tech N9ne)
Your pal, Nina
Thinking dirty with your style, my style cleaner
Women all here by screaming just 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
Depravity and tragedy it 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 till they (Feel it)

[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

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

T-Rell – Issues (feat. Moneybagg Yo)

[Intro: T-Rell]
T-Rell
You don’t know what I done been through
Yeah
You don’t know what I done been through, look

[Chorus: T-Rell]
Fuck your opinion, you don’t know what I done been through
Don’t know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
Fuck your opinion, you don’t know what I done been through
Don’t know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues

[Verse 1: T-Rell]
Fuck these niggas, they don’t want to see me here
They’d rather see me dead, not providing for my family
These niggas make diss songs all because I’m rich now
Do it for attention, pussy nigga sit down
These young thugs they be on my dick, remind me of my bitch
On Facebook talking shit ’cause every day we lit
So people let me keep it real, I did my dirt
Hurt my heart to see my mama smoke work
My baby mama be tripping, ’cause she see how we living
She fucked up her position, let’s just keep it ’bout children
My lil boy got cancer, I just hugged and I kissed him
I’m hustling and greeting, son every day gonna miss you
I got issues, with these bitches, I can’t leave these hoes alone
I got issues, wifey tripping, reading, going through my phone

[Chorus: T-Rell]
Fuck your opinion, you don’t know what I done been through
Don’t know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
Fuck your opinion, you don’t know what I done been through
Don’t know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues

[Verse 2: MoneyBagg Yo]
Yeah more money more problems, more cash more hoes
Less time at the house, more fans more shows
I’m out the mud if you know me, I’m familiar with the struggle
Down bad had to scuffle, I made robbing a hustle
I got my DJ so lit, I got my niggas ‘dem rich
Bank account like phone numbers but ain’t got none for no bitch
Pour out my problems with drank, order up me a kid
Different cities and states but don’t go nowhere without sticks
Man I’m coming from shit, I went and iced out my fist quick
I like blowing a bag, walk in the store, give me this
Hit the yellow and itch, diamonds mwah, blow a kiss
I’m like fuck your opinion, like a big bitch I’m lit

[Chorus: T-Rell]
Fuck your opinion, you don’t know what I done been through
Don’t know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
Fuck your opinion, you don’t know what I done been through
Don’t know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

The Cool Kids – 9:5PM (feat. Jeremih)

[The Cool Kids:]
You was gettin your hair whipped for the weekend
You fresh off work and just got paid
I only inch a line at the right time
Baby tell me what’s your sign, if you like
Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Aries, Scorpio, and Capricorn
Are you a Libra, Aquarius or Sagittarius, tryna get that accent on woh
You need a drink? Said I need to get you a cup
You want a ring? You said he ain’t give you one
You tell em I can’t stand a brokeass man you and your best friends swap your clothes
And all my niggas say "I can’t stand these brokeass hoes
All they do is wear chokers and charge their phones"
And if the Trump campaign can run these states then this shit finna break it I can’t wait
Where are my ladies? In me!
In me mama, Y 3 mama, Gucci mama, Mariani mama, Imma, imma

[Jeremih:]
Lookin at the time, I see it’s quarter past 9
I feel it, I gotta get down with you

[The Cool Kids:]
Smooth like butter on silk with milk
A stove with the burner on tilt and it’s hot
Like a spicy ass pepper and a ghost habanero
Rockin gold like a pharaoh shorty bought a ream I tear up
What you find, what’s your sign, do we match
On the floor, running man, cabbage patch
Hit the rocks, grabbin on em backwards
She’s just tryna guess my password
DJ runnin back hundred racks bet in black
I see you tryna work it out want a lap on a track
It’s lookin right in the wrong way
Be alone jogging past Craig in the driveway
Fine. Damn. I need another ham
Pick it up, pick it up, yeah there’s been a change of plans
Quarter past nine, think nickel past a dime, we ain’t talkin half dollers put it in a money counter

[Jeremih:]
Lookin at the time, I see it’s quarter past 9
I feel it, I gotta get down with you

[The Cool Kids:]
Hey, a shiny knight um, I be that for ya
Talkin nights off, come here, can ya
I’m mixin my drums, straight up
I play your favorite song, I hope this is it
Where the talk on, then a text, I missed ya
It ain’t no fun if it ain’t on yo playlist
Talkin Jeremih, Mikey Box, Chuck Inglish, we gone

I gotta get down with you
I gotta get down with you

Jason DeRulo – Tip Toe (feat. French Montana) (Uncensored)

[Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
Big fat thang, overflowing
Skinny tight dress, couldn’t hold it
Way too thick like it’s swollen
Girl, you’re too bad and you know it
When you drop down, lose focus
When that thing clap, that’s a bonus
Back at lookin’ appetizing
Back at that food, it’s a crisis

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Bring that body my way
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet (yeah)

[Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tiptoe

[Verse 2: Jason Derulo]
Ayo, God blessed you from behind (I do)
One hand up like the Heisman (touchdown)
First class seat when you’re riding (oh yeah)
Wine that thing like it’s spineless

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Bring that body my way (my way)
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet

[Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tiptoe

[Bridge: Unknown]
Wine for me darling
When you move your slang is a love mean
Now, why just wine for me darling

[Verse 3: Jason Derulo]
One, trying to figure out who to give your love to
Two, racing like a freak ’til quarter past
Three, You know you’re the one I’ve been looking for

[Verse 4: French Montana & Jason Derulo]
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek (aye, aye)
Tiptoe
Tiptoe
Chains on, got me lookin’ like a disco
Who that be? In that drop [Bemo-sari?] (skrrt)
Who that be? Blowin’ gas out the ‘Rari (sk-skrrt)
French vanilla smooth like a honey, yeah, wine it
I sneak up from behind, "what’s you name?"
"Whats your sign?" (huh)
Wind for me, darling
"You wanna’ dock, yeah, or fly out?"
Wind for me, darling
Baby, "wanna’ lease, rent, or buy out?"
Wind for me darling
That money keep blowin’, swat, shorty tiptoe’n
Got your left cheek showin’, mama
Tip…(huh)

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Bring that body my way (my way)
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet

[Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tip toe

[Outro: Jason Derulo & Unknown]
Hold tight when you..
Wine for me darling
When you move your [?] it’s alarming
Now, why just wine for me darling
One-time, two-time for the DJ
Tiptoe

Migos – Roll In Peace (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Verse 1: Offset]
In the kitchen with a lot of white (white)
I done fucked a lot of niggas’ wife (smash)
Make a milli, then I make it twice (M’s)
Bought that Wraith and had the ceilin’ light (Wraith)
I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh)
Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh)
Used to ask what the lick was like (where?)
Now I’m askin’ what the Lear look like (huh?)
Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh)
Smokin’ cookie, yeah, that’s dynamite (cookie, woo)
Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini)
All these diamonds, yeah, they white on white (white)
Takin’ chances, had to roll the dice (aye)
Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt)
Born with it
Count a hundred thousand start snowin’ with it (hundred)
Go and get it
Thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah)
Bitch I’m O-Dog from Menace (urr)
You trappin’ hard for pennies (go)
Hop in the frog, it’s tinted (skrrt)
Askin’ the Lord, forgive me (hey)

[Verse 2: TakeOff]
Pop me a missile (ayy)
Take me a picture (flash)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Lit like Christmas (like Christmas)
White like tissue (white)
Drank too official (drank)
Cut like scissors (cut)
Boy got wisdom (wisdom)
Fuckin’ on vixens (smash)
Whole gang itchin’ (itch)
Fuckin’ with the wrong one, trippin’
Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt)
Hundred round drum, listen
Fuck around and end up missin’ (brrt)
Get ’em knocked off for a ticket
Have my young nigga do the sentence
Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy
Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope)
Rockstar livin’ life, Lenny
You can do better, never settle
Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail ’em
Which way? Dat way, tell ’em, ayy

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Man it’s Gucci Mane the Goat
And I’m at these rappers throats
I’m like Scarface on a banana boat, I’m tryna keep afloat
Yeah it’s Wop the Guwopster
I live like a mobster
Eat shrimp and lobster
I flew in with a chopper
Breaking bread that’s my breakfast
Two bitches I’m so selfish
I wanna cut her off
Her head too good it got me helpless
Ya should feel embarrassed
I just touched down in Paris
My homie said he single but his side-bitches are married
Save some for the drama though
Guess I’m still the DJ
[?]
So I’m throwing cash and repay
Flush it on the freeway
Got cash [?] 3k
Countin’ cash for three days and all my pussy’s prepaid

Jason DeRulo – Tip Toe (feat. French Montana) (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
Big fat thang, overflowing
Skinny tight dress, couldn’t hold it
Way too thick like it’s swollen
Girl, you’re too bad and you know it
When you drop down, lose focus
When that thing clap, that’s a bonus
Back at lookin’ appetizing
Back at that food, it’s a crisis

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Bring that body my way
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet (yeah)

[Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tiptoe

[Verse 2: Jason Derulo]
Ayo, God blessed you from behind (I do)
One hand up like the Heisman (touchdown)
First class seat when you’re riding (oh yeah)
Wine that thing like it’s spineless

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Bring that body my way (my way)
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet

[Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tiptoe

[Bridge: Unknown]
Wine for me darling
When you move your slang is a love mean
Now, why just wine for me darling

[Verse 3: Jason Derulo]
One, trying to figure out who to give your love to
Two, racing like a freak ’til quarter past
Three, You know you’re the one I’ve been looking for

[Verse 4: French Montana & Jason Derulo]
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek
Left cheek, right cheek (aye, aye)
Tiptoe
Tiptoe
Chains on, got me lookin’ like a disco
Who that be? In that drop [Bemo-sari?] (skrrt)
Who that be? Blowin’ gas out the ‘Rari (sk-skrrt)
French vanilla smooth like a honey, yeah, wine it
I sneak up from behind, "what’s you name?"
"Whats your sign?" (huh)
Wind for me, darling
"You wanna’ dock, yeah, or fly out?"
Wind for me, darling
Baby, "wanna’ lease, rent, or buy out?"
Wind for me darling
That money keep blowin’, swat, shorty tiptoe’n
Got your left cheek showin’, mama
Tip…(huh)

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Bring that body my way (my way)
Can’t take it off my brain
Look like you do ballet

[Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Shake something when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
Left, right, do it just like that
Hold tight when you tip toe

[Outro: Jason Derulo & Unknown]
Hold tight when you..
Wine for me darling
When you move your [?] it’s alarming
Now, why just wine for me darling
One-time, two-time for the DJ
Tiptoe

Bruno Mars – Where Did She Go Lyrics

I’m looking for the girl
I’m looking for the girl
I’m looking for the girl
That girl that girl

Every time I came around
She made her body go down
Her physical was so crazy
She could make a blind man see
Ooh

Before then, we got separated
She was gone before I could say shit
And I ain’t looking for no replacement
No, whoa, whoa, whoa

If I gotta almost search the whole club
Trying to get to her before she sobers up
Let me see you throw your hands up
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? Where did she go?
I’ve been looking for her all night

Where did she go?
Where did she go?
Where did she go?
I’ve been looking for her all night

I’m looking for the girl
I’m looking for the girl
I’m looking for the girl
That girl, that girl

I must’ve seen her beauty at the bar
Under the strobe lights, looking like a star
(Looking like a star, girl)
But everyone started rushing me
Looking through the crowd, shawty left the scene, oh

Before then, we got separated
She was gone before I could say shit
And I ain’t looking for no replacement
No, whoa, whoa, whoa

If I gotta almost search the whole club
Trying to get to her before she sobers up
Let me see you throw your hands up
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? Where did she go?
I’ve been looking for her all night
Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night

Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night
Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night

Club closing up, I’m still looking for you
Walked up to the ladies room
No luck, so I’m headed to the DJ booth

Next thing I know
She tell my show, “This ain’t you
Looking at you, you wanna take me home
So tonight, I just might put you on”

I’m looking for the girl, I’m looking for the girl
I’m looking for the girl, that girl, that girl
I’m looking for the girl, I’m looking for the girl
I’m looking for the girl, that girl that girl

Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night
Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night

Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night
Where did she go? Where did she go?
Where did she go? I’ve been looking for her all night

Yelawolf – Get Mine (feat. Kid Rock)

[Chorus – Kid Rock]
Engine, engine number 9
On that Mason-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine

[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
I’m a motherfucking boom-dock killer, Mossberg filler
King of the drop, they’ll never be much iller
Top medical grade dope baby, Chevrolet sitting up like Grave Digger, roll over your Mercedes
And I rock, man, I’m a firestarter
Two handles of brown and a half of gallon of firewater
Send the police they can keep knocking, we’re doing illegal shit go to the window, bitch, keep watching
Chopping on that 808, ride by your house and make the window shake and the beat so hard, make the tempo break
And the next door neighbor wanna relocate – uh
You can hear me across the county line, bagging up dimes of rhymes, and I’m moving 20 P’s at a time
Black sheeps son of a landmine
The caboose is loose the train track’s unattached and I

[Chorus – Kid Rock]
Engine, engine number 9
On that Maxon-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine

[Scratches – DJ Klever]
Hold up, hold up, one time for the DJ
(*scratches* "Go DJ!")

[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
So motherfucking outta tune hit
Don’t tell me to turn up trap or tune in!

The same bitch and you just bought her new tits
And I don’t give two fucks about your two sips
Wouldn’t give you two dogs to give two shits
Black sheep son of a land mine
The caboose is loose the train track’s unattached and I

[Chorus – Kid Rock]
Engine, engine number 9
On that Mason-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine

[Verse 3: Yelawolf]

Harley Davidsons blowing it down Broadway
Rock this motherfucking like three, the hard way
Bones, Klever, shotgun
Su, Wu, Tang riding gorilla
Open the doors to the venue and let the slugs hit
Weed smoke and whiskey like a tornado whip
The south is in it, deep in it with bump
Be funky the tree trunk of speed bump
Another round and the cops might have to hold me down
If you don’t know me then know me I’ll die in the ground
Rittz filling my cup up until I hit the ground
Pack this bitch to the ceiling and kill em and Billy now
Made a career drinking beer, anarchy and wanted
My country ass momma singing "Oh lawdy!"
Black sheeps son of a landmine
The caboose is loose the train track’s unattached and I

[Chorus – Kid Rock]
Engine, engine number 9
On that Mason-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine

ODESZA – Across The Room (feat. Leon Bridges)

Long hair across the room, baby she got that glow
I know you see me over here, so dance on me real slow
We’ve been goin’ for about two hours and I don’t even know your name
So baby please reveal, reveal

Your friends are callin’ you baby stay with me instead
I know ya sayin’ that you’re tired there’s a little dance in ya left
Even if I go I’ll still think of you in my bed
Of the good time, good time, good time we had.

[Instrumental]

The scent of your perfume has got me lost in a haze
And oh this moment depends on the records that the DJ plays
Baby move a lil bit closer because I wanna feel you babe
I wanna feel you babe

Your friends are callin’ you baby stay with me instead
I know ya sayin’ that you’re tired there’s a little dance in ya left
Even if I go I’ll still think of you in my bed
Of the good time, good time, good time we had

[Instrumental]

Talib Kweli & Styles P – Brown Guys (The Seven Album)

[Verse 1: Styles P]
I am a brown guy
But don’t call me nigga, please
Nigga please, you see that white boy, that’s a nigga b
Nigga ain’t a color, it’s a mindstate, you diggin’ me?
Maybe not, I get it tho
But all them white boys blowin’ weed they some niggas too
The difference is they got white privileges
Cops will kill me but I doubt that they kill ’em too
This ain’t a stab or a jab
But I’m feeling kinda mad they ain’t treated like a villain too
His weed is good as mine, his gun bigger than mine
And he motherfucking chilling too
Now if my color make you hate me then I hope you go blind
And can’t see what your children do
Now that sound kinda harsh
But you would feel like I feel if you had black children too
Racism make you sayin’ and I shoulda have your man
Sittin’ there with the sick face
A dickface, you a dickhead
And what you gonna to with all the people from a mixed race
America is a sick place (you know)
But we paint it to be good
This is big city talk that we spreadin’ worldwide
Coming from a humble nigga coming out a poor hood, ghost

[Bridge]
Styles P, Talib Kweli, The Seven

[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
Life of a brown guy
Travel ’round the would with the name of a Muslim man
Now there are some up- and some downsides
The downside is niggas get their spinal cord shattered in police vans
I ain’t a Muslim but my friends is
Grew up Christian now I’m sorta spiritual I know it’s cliché
I see colors in the music
We switch it up, you see the gods mix it up like a DJ
You say you’re hating based on race, huh
And that you’re colorblind and you like Hip-Hop
Like that’s some kind of call like you can’t get punched in the face, huh
That’s why the Hindus and the Sikhs being abused by Islamophobes
Extremism is ugly no matter what or where
People who don’t believe in god kill all the time
The Bible more violent than the Quran, you see what’s in there?
Ain’t no belief system got a monopoly on all the crime
I judge a man by his actions and by his enemies
But they don’t show themselves without a good reason
This ain’t a TV show, nigga
They think they know the hood cause they seen The Wire, the good seasons
I don’t need your sympathy
I don’t need your empathy your opinion is not required here
That’s why you’re hidin’ on the Internet
‘Cause all that ‘Nigga’-shit you’re writin’ will probably get you fired, yeah
Fucked up, too

Cold War Kids – Wilshire Protest (La Divine Album)

I am marching with the protest
I got so much to say, but I’m only here to witness
There’s a war inside my head
And I’m surrendering to weakness
We’re separated by steel and glass
In traffic trapped on the freeway, every body is a DJ
Looking down at our phones for the fastest way to get home
Don’t text me there should be no, I can wait
My chemical’s are spiking like a lie detector
Dopamine, serotonin, happiness is not the answer
We dream of being a true spirit
We are divided by false Gods and hyped up leaders
We binge on the mood sticking on the bleachers
We worship talent, but we don’t see if anybody can even see it
First you must believe it
So keep your nosebleed seats I’d rather be irrelevant
What if I crossover and nobody remembers it?
Will we stay together?
Even if I never get discovered?
This is the west coast dreams will make a line
This is the promise land, the gold rush
And I’m about to find out

Rich Homie Quan – Replay (Uncensored)

[Intro]
Be quiet, RoRo
Yeah, this that shit here, man
Nigga gon’ feel, brah
You know what I’m sayin’, like
I’m on a whole ‘nother one, man
I’m so content with the person I am
I can give a fuck about what you think about me, honestly, bro
Huh, as long as this Rollie tick, I’m good, man

[Chorus]
I got two bitches on call, no three-way
You ain’t cashed out, nigga, yeah, that’s what the lease say
Four, five bitches walkin’ with me all from Prive
No turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJ
No disrespect to Mannie Fresh but go DJ
Run that check up, a lotta niggas fled, D-Day
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay

[Verse 1]
Niggas a wannabe, niggas a drama queen
I be in between that money like a comma be
Run it up and stack it, you makin’ money backwards
I’m throwin’ nothin’ but Jackson, rip it out the plastic
These niggas actin’, these niggas actors
He ain’t know his daddy, these niggas bastards
These niggas hatin’, these niggas leechin’
Fuck that bitch and everybody know it when they see me
Everybody know it, since I cut my hair I feel like everybody Quan, haha
Fuck your feelin’, everybody show ’em
I don’t care ’cause everybody know ’em
The best nigga

[Chorus]
I got two bitches on call, no three-way
You ain’t cashed out, nigga, yeah, that’s what the lease say
Four, five bitches walkin’ with me all from Prive
No turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJ
No disrespect to Mannie Fresh but go DJ
Run that check up, a lotta niggas fled, D-Day
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay

[Verse 2]
Hundred choppers in the trunk, gas smellin’ like a skunk
Skinny jeans with a lump, some bankrolls, lil’ nigga
Offsets on my whip, yeah, you know I’m ridin’
I ain’t stuntin’ that negative shit, so please don’t kill my vibe
I don’t know what it’s gone take for one of y’all niggas understand
They feelin’ some type of way, when I walked in like the man
I stuck to the strips, stayed down ’cause I had a plan
I never let my left hand know what my right hand doin’
I’m for real, these niggas are underestimatin’ greatness
I’m for real, these niggas could never kill or never take it from me
All about that money
If it ain’t ’bout money then it ain’t ’bout nothin’, lil’ nigga
But I’m blowin’ my money to keep these stacks clean
Killin’ these niggas like I’m vaccine
You not Mad Max from choppers, you a Maxine
Naw naw, you a crack fiend, mom dukes my black queen

[Bridge]
I just wanna stack this money up high
I just wanna stack this money up high
Talkin’ so high, I feel like I can fly
I’m talkin’ so high, I feel like I can fly

[Chorus]
I got two bitches on call, no three-way
You ain’t cashed out, nigga, yeah, that’s what the lease say
Four, five bitches walkin’ with me all from Prive
No turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJ
No disrespect to Mannie Fresh but go DJ
Run that check up, a lotta niggas fled, D-Day
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay

Noah Cyrus – Stay Together

[Verse 1]
I drank straight to my head
I went outside to smoke a cigarette
And I shattered my phone on the cement
But I don’t give a fuck
Now I’m not making sense
I’m laughing at a joke that I don’t get
I’m acting like these strangers are my friends
But I don’t give a fuck
Yelling at the DJ, "Bro, your shit is boring"
Doing things that I will not regret until the morning
Imma make it rain down, another round is on me
I’m just here for fun and I don’t care about the money
(Hey, hey)

[Chorus]
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Nothing lasts forever
But wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night?
Oh-oh-oh
We can do whatever
As long as we’re together then we’re gonna be alright
Don’t leave, just wait
You can tell your friends that you’re staying out late, singing
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Nothing lasts forever
But wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night?

[Verse 2]
Alright, alright, finish your G and T
The Uber’s here, so now it’s time to leave
Hey driver, could you pass the AUX to me?
Go ahead and turn it up
Head out of the window
You could call me shameless
Waving to my people now I’m acting like I’m famous
Tell him, "Take the long way"
We could see the sunrise
Damn, you look so pretty when the sunlight hits your blue eyes

[Chorus]
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Nothing lasts forever
But wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night?
Oh-oh-oh
We can do whatever
As long as we’re together then we’re gonna be alright
Don’t leave, just wait
You can tell your friends that you’re staying out late, singing
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Nothing lasts forever
But wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night?

[Refrain]
(For the night, for the night)(oh yeah)
I drank straight to my head
I went outside to smoke a cigarette
And I shattered my phone on the cement
But I don’t give a fuck
(Hey)

[Chorus]
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Nothing lasts forever
But wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night?
Oh-oh-oh
We can do whatever
As long as we’re together then we’re gonna be alright
Don’t leave, just wait
You can tell your friends that you’re staying out late, singing
Oh, Oh-oh-oh
Nothing lasts forever
But wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night?