Boogie – Sunroof (feat. Dana Williams)

[Intro: Boogie]
Woah, uh, you like my back wood when I got up, yeah yeah
Like a kickback throw that shit crack it ain’t shot up, yeah yeah
You like tacos on a drunk night
You a club night without a dumb fight
You like Roscoe’s on a next day
Skipping all the traffic know the best way
That’s why I..

[Chorus: Boogie + Dana Williams]
Love you like the Westside fingers out the sunroof
Won’t you let your wings loose, look at all your stress fly
Can’t take what’s inside me, even when I’m far away
Love you like the Westside fingers out the sunroof
Won’t you let your wings loose, look at all your stress fly
Can’t take what’s inside me, even when I’m far away
Love you like the Westside

[Verse 1: Boogie + Dana Williams]
Went from no piece now I know peace, yeah yeah
You a good day, you like a hood day with no police, yeah yeah
Now I’m breaking down all the hate, yeah
Leave the smoke clouds full of pain, yeah
Like let it fall and tell Tony Tony Tony that it’s cool if it rain here
Like oh just look at the benefits (look at the benefits)
Uh, despite knowing night your whole life
Know it’s future is bright as the city we living in
Bright like the city we living in
I got your attention now it’s my intention to take all that tension and shit not to mention..

[Chorus: Boogie + Dana Williams]
Love you like the Westside fingers out the sunroof
Won’t you let your wings loose, look at how your stress fly
Can’t take what’s inside me, even when I’m far away
Love you like the Westside fingers out the sunroof
Won’t you let your wings loose, look at how your stress fly
Can’t take what’s inside me, even when I’m far away

[Verse 2: Boogie]
Gotta shoot for your time and I know that you’re used to the vibes
The depth of your stress and the birth of your next oh my God what a beautiful crisis
You know that these girls in LA probably messy as shit so it’s cool that you’re private
You the sight that I see at my side and its crazy you turn round and still give me guidance
That shit so inspiring and I was gon’ say..

[Bridge: Boogie + Dana Williams]
You should give me a tour
I feel so safe in the midst of your war
Claim you and praise you know the city is yours
Ride on your wave, no I’m really sure, I’m really sure..

[Refrain]
Love you like the Westside, fingers out the sunroof
Won’t you let your wings loose, look at how your stress fly
Can’t take what’s inside of me, even when I’m far away

[Chorus: Boogie + Dana Williams]
Love you like the Westside, fingers out the sunroof
Won’t you let your wings loose, look at how your stress fly
Can’t take what’s inside me, even when I’m far away
Love you like the Westside..

[Outro: Dana Williams]
I love you like the Westside
I turned off my cell phone we can stay at home
I turned off my cell phone

Tinie Tempah – Text From Your Ex (feat. Tinashe)

[Hook: Tinashe]
I got a text from your ex, boy
She said to look through your texts, boy
I’m not the kind of girl to snoop but I had a feeling to
And now I’m looking for my next boy
See, I got a text from your ex-girl
And she was telling me where you were, last night
I was chilling on my own, thinking you’re alone
You were having sex with your ex-girl
I got a

[Verse 1: Tinie Tempah & Tinashe]
Yeah, one text from my ex
You know I always flex on my ex
You know I got a rep to protect
You know I never let it get to my head (I got a)
No, never gettin’ vexed when you’re wet
My DJ bring his decks on the jet
Came out when you put me on the sofa
I know you wanna get my respect (I got a)
I don’t know why you moved to mess
Point you tryna prove again?
Ah, there you go, gettin’ lose again, but ya
Try win, but you lose again, and ya (I got a)
Hanging ’round those bougie ants
Got girls, but you’re usin’ them
But you’re gettin’ high, gotta lose the chance
Gotta love you long time, but you was a ten

[Hook: Tinashe]
I got a text from your ex, boy
She said to look through your texts, boy
I’m not the kind of girl to snoop but I had a feeling to
And now I’m looking for my next boy
See, I got a text from your ex-girl
And she was telling me where you were, last night
I was chilling on my own, thinking you’re alone
You were having sex with your ex-girl
I got a

[Verse 2: Tinie Tempah & Tinashe]
Life ain’t is what seems to be
Tryna work it out what it means to me
Nowadays everybody want a piece of me
Notorious, south, west and east, yo (I got a)
That’s why I look to seas and the seeker reef
Used to check the Tinie man for the DVD
He and I reminisce sometimes
Peace in east, LA gettin’ lean with Dee (I got a)
I don’t why you moved to mess
Who you are, from who’s your friends, I’ve got
Space for you, and two in the Benz
Ain’t no night stand, if you do it again (I got a)
But now me in amnesia
Brandy or Moësha
After referendums
Yeah, I’ve still got that visa

[Bridge: Tinashe & Tinie Tempah]
I can’t believe you’ve done this
I told you I take no shit
And you were supposed to love me
Then I got a text from your ex
All summer night, reachin’ for nine
On stand by, three sixty five
You get high and you testify
Who’s that girl? You let me lie
All summer night, reachin’ for nine
On stand by, all at a time
You get high, and you testify

[Hook: Tinashe]
I got a text from your ex, boy
She said to look through your texts, boy
I’m not the kind of girl to snoop but I had a feeling to
And now I’m looking for my next boy
See, I got a text from your ex-girl
And she was telling me where you were, last night
I was chilling on my own, thinking you’re alone
You were having sex with your ex-girl
I got a

[Outro: Tinie Tempah]
All summer night, reaching for nine
All summer night, reaching for nine

Austin Mahone – Shake It For Me (feat. 2 Chainz) (Forme+You Album)

[Chorus: Austin Mahone]
In the night when the sun goes down
And your wild side comes out
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me
Soon as that door’s shuts
Turn the bed to a club
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me

[Verse 1: Austin Mahone]
Fingers on your clothes, girl
I been thinking that you always worked out
Living in LA now
But I swear you move like you come from the south
When we getting private
You show me tricks you don’t show no one else
I wonder where you learned that
What you just showed me

[Pre-Chorus: Austin Mahone]
Oh I can tell that you’re a pro girl ’cause you do it right
Then you become an other person when I hit the lights
I could’ve sworn you were a dancer in another life
I gotta know, I gotta know

[Chorus: Austin Mahone]
‘Cause in the night when the sun goes down
And your wild side comes out
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me
Soon as that door’s shuts
Turn the bed to a club
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me
And you go up and you come down
You turn around and then you poke it out for me
When you get my love and your body erupt
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me

[Verse 2: Austin Mahone]
Shake it like a tambourine, girl
You see only you do that things you do
In and outta jeans, girl
Makes no difference to me to see you outta tune
It’s gotta be magic
Some type of illusion, baby
I wonder where you learned that
What you just showed me

[Pre-Chorus: Austin Mahone]
Oh I can tell that you’re a pro girl ’cause you do it right
Then you become an other person when I hit the lights
I could’ve sworn you were a dancer in another life
I gotta know, I gotta know

[Chorus: Austin Mahone]
‘Cause in the night when the sun goes down
And your wild side comes out
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me
Soon as that door’s shuts
Turn the bed to a club
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me
And you go up and you come down
You turn around and then you poke it out for me
When you get my love and your body erupt
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
(Yeah, 2 Chainz]
Turn the bedroom to a nightclub
I got idea, yes a light bulb
Then I lay back, let you get on top
See if you can join the bike club
First you told me you don’t like clubs
Unless you see it’s the right one
Outta all the girls that left
I’m starting to think you’re the right one
We make a movie and sequel
We don’t need siskle and eber
I’m like an eagle that’s eager
I turn to a beast when I need you
Wait ’til the dark when I see you

[Chorus: Austin Mahone]
‘Cause in the night when the sun goes down
And your wild side comes out
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me
Soon as that door’s shuts
Turn the bed to a club
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me
And you go up and you come down
You turn it around and you girl you poke it out for me
When you get my love and your body erupt
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me

Know me – Gucci Mane feat. Law lyrics

Lyrics Gucci Mane – Know me

Know me!
It’s Gucci!

Like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know me
Now they scream my name like they know me.

I ain’t LA reek
But this dope is epic
This ain’t LA weed
This shit came from Texas
My whip game fast and furious
Pack gone in 60 seconds
My jewelry whirlpooling
It broke a world record
Say I’m a heart throb
She’ll make a girl record
Don’t turn that door knob
Might see your girl naked
I think I’m David Beckham
In them low top Giuseppes
I’m Gucci Westbrook
They don’t know how to check em
You know a .. niggas
But I need the lion’s share
Standing over Versace sofas
Call it the lion chair
Say what you say, shorty
Gucci don’t play, shorty
Got all this ice on
And it’s a day party.

I been running plays Kyrie Irving
I treat all my bitches like I’m Goldie
Now they scream my name like they know me
Now they scream my name like they know meee
I put them on cane now they owe me
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee.

World stars for your television
They know I’m popping paparazzi with me
Hugh Hefner that’s 100 bitches
Good life I ain’t ever switching
Yeah, counting money with the Cubans
Your old bitch, went and used her
Your new bitch, still a groupie
Say she f*cking with a movement
This type of sauce I’m cooking in the kitchen
I got some 90s on me, I’m drippin’
Bring that to the table then you leash it
I had to cross them over, they was reaching
This shit was made for the money, Prada
That bag you talking about, went and got it
That nigga, touchdown, took a few losses
Like a quarterback with no watchers.

I been running plays Kyrie Irving
I treat all my bitches like I’m Goldie
Now they scream my name like they know me
Now they scream my name like they know meee
I put them on cane now they owe me
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee.

I been running plays Kyrie Irving
I treat all my bitches like I’m Goldie
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meeeee.
Gucci Mane lyrics
Video me

GoldLink – Rough Soul (feat. April George)

[Intro]
Uh-uhm-uhm
Yeah

[Verse 1: Goldlink]
Had to go to LA for the winter
Had to vibe out, Just caught a tour to the (?)
Real nigga talk slick to ya
Told ya bring your girlfriend, tell her take her friends too
Telling Hollywood kinda weird
You don’t really like it but you gotta play the (?)
Yeah met ya last June
By next June we will (?) and fuck now
Fell in love at the wrong time
Spent a night at my high rise
Or hit me late on my hotline
Telling me you miss my homies and your mama cry
Late night you’re my boo thing, yeah
You’re my (?) with the blue thing, yeah
All praise to the most high leader
Dipped off in the heels (?)
[Hook: April George]
Girl you’re gone now
And oh baby
Don’t call me, don’t call me no more
Girl you’re gone now
And oh baby
Don’t call me, don’t call me no more

[Verse 2: Goldlink]
Went back to the homeland
Had to tell the niggas what I did in your hometown
Everybody know we probably woulda made it last
But there you go, started tripping never hit me back
Real nigga went back to the pimping
Started getting groovy with the women I was hitting
Got a gold chain and a nose ring
And a new watch, no tick but I always been a thug
Black boy with a black fade, yeah
Got that when you did things
You was fucking and you did dirt too
We was talking but you never hit my phone booth
Moved up and I feel good shit
Roll palm trees and I made a hand for ya
Billboards around the city with your face on it
But they ain’t never really know what you been through
Stay dancing where the hoes at, huh?
Why your homies gotta go down, huh?
I ain’t trip when I see you (?) dance at a show back in Feb
You trip but we don’t talk much
Girl you got me fucked up
Real nigga gotta get it when he fucked up
Fake niggas like a new man
Just a little side joint
Always been a side joint
Alright joint

[Hook: April George]
Girl you’re gone now
And oh baby
Don’t call me, don’t call me no more
Girl you’re gone now
And oh baby
Don’t call me, don’t call me no more

[Hook: April George]
Girl you’re gone now
And oh baby
Don’t call me, don’t call me no more
Girl you’re gone now
And oh baby
Don’t call me, don’t call me no more

Black Coast – Feel Something feat. Remmi Lyrics

Chest bones fall and rising like a million times
a million mornings waking to you in this light
Ahhh
And everything lies asleep in these streets
But the sun is rising and it can redeem you and me

Don’t you want to feel something?
Oh I miss loving you
But I need to live my own truth
I wanna feel it all brand new
I found a little something from Miss Angelou

This path is difficult we travel on
Knowing when it’s time to move along
No we can’t stay in the same place
Where the light fades away
A little every day

Take the good and hold it near to you
And let go of all the burdens you
No w can’t stay in the same place
Yeh it’s brand new oh it’s gonna be ok

Desert air the hot despair of summer time
Dreams that kept you warm through all those winter nights
Ahhhh
And everything is moving
But the dust settles on
On you and me me
Lose control to this LA heat

Don’t you want to feel something?
Oh I miss loving you
But I need to live my own truth
I wanna feel it all brand new
I found a little something from Miss Angelou

This path is difficult we travel on
Knowing when It’s time to move along
No we can’t stay in the same place
Where the light fades away a little everyday
Take the good and hold it near to you
And let go of all the burdens you
No we can’t stay
In the same place
Yeah it’s brand new
But it’s gonna be ok

PnB Rock – Range Rover Lyrics

[Hook]
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
I was landing first class, you still on that layover
I just fucked your bitch, she keep tryna stay over
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober
All in my whip, [?]
Smoking weed my the zip, whole squad yeah we lit
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober

[Verse 1]
All these hooks, all these bottles
All these jugs, all these models
We get to that money nigga can’t nothing stop us
You can do what you want nigga when you know you poppin’
Diamonds they dancing all up over chain
These bitches they see me, they going insane
I take his bitch, I know that he sick
And he can’t do shit cause I know your lane
I’mma skkrt off in the Range
I just got offered some brain
I’m getting all of this change
My new bitch: she came from Spain

[Pre-Hook]
Flexin’, I be flexin’ and finessin’
They hating, niggas hating, I got them stressed
I’m ballin’, I’ve been ballin’ for a while now
I came up super fast and they wonder how now

[Hook]
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
I was landing first class, you still on that layover
I just fucked your bitch, she keep tryna stay over
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober
All in my whip, [?]
Smoking weed my the zip, whole squad yeah we lit
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober

[Verse 2]
I ain’t ever sober, super late, yeah that’s my lifestyle
Fucked a bitch last night, she tryna be my wife now
Niggas hating, try to rob, they see all my ice now
Hitters will be right now, they ain’t taking life now
I was broke, now I’m rich, I could buy a new whip
Now I could fuck any bitch, taking hoes on trips
I’m throwing it up how I wanna
I move to LA for the summer
I smoke on the bus, marijuana
I feel like the number one stunter

[Pre-Hook]
Flexin’, I be flexin’ and finessin’
They hating, niggas hating, I got them stressed
I’m ballin’, I’ve been ballin’ for a while now
I came up super fast and they wonder how now

[Hook]
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
I was landing first class, you still on that layover
I just fucked your bitch, she keep tryna stay over
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober
All in my whip, [?]
Smoking weed my the zip, whole squad yeah we lit
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober

JAHKOY – California Heaven (feat. Schoolboy Q)

[Verse 1: JAHKOY]
Seems like all these girls are perfect
All these girls are perfect
In LA, in LA
They’ve got so much there to purchase
All those labels on their purses
In LA, in LA

[Pre-Chorus: JAHKOY]
You ain’t gotta die
Just go buy you a plane ticket
(plane ticket, pla-plane ticket)
This place will change your life
Ask the guys who just came to visit
Once they came, they just can’t go nowhere
[Chorus: JAHKOY]
Heaven must be somewhere in California
No place I’ve seen compares to California
There’s nothing but angels out there
A place filled with angels i swear
They say come and join us
The weathers much warmer
Heaven’s california
Heaven’s california

[Verse 2: ScHoolBoy Q]
Yao
Blank face, amazing grace
God damn girl, Got Got Got Damn girl
Use your angel wings, no hands girl
I’m the man from the land girl
Go ham in the lamb girl
You know skrt skrt
And if you skrt skrt
Give me work work
Thats missionary like church church
Legs open like pearly gates in a Thug mansion
Get a thug passion
Without Alize
Bow down to pray
I burn an ounce a day
Puff puff pass
No rosaries like Catholics
Might cop the rolls, just to crash it
You could rock the rollie while I hit it
Hey you could rock the rollie while I hit it
Yeah school boy in a new toy
With a new toy, a whole down fig
You was looking for heaven and you found it
You was looking for heaven and you found it

[Pre-Chorus: JAHKOY]
You ain’t gotta die
Just go buy you a plane ticket
(plane ticket, pla-plane ticket)
This place will change your life
Ask the guys who just came to visit
Once they came, they just can’t go nowhere

[Chorus: JAHKOY]
Heaven must be somewhere in California
No place I’ve seen compares to California
There’s nothing but angels out there
A place filled with angels i swear
They say come and join us
The weathers much warmer
Heaven’s california
Heaven’s california

[Verse 3: JAHKOY]
Man they party on the week days (count it)
Party on the week days (count it, count it, count it, count it)
In LA, in LA
I swear they know all the DJs
Walk in the club and don’t pay
Man they must be so paid
Okay, in LA
They poppin in LA

[Pre-Chorus: JAHKOY]
You ain’t gotta die
Just go buy you a plane ticket
(plane ticket, pla-plane ticket)
This place will change your life
Ask the guys who just came to visit
Once they came, they just can’t go nowhere

[Chorus: JAHKOY]
Heaven must be somewhere in California
No place I’ve seen compares to California
There’s nothing but angels out there
A place filled with angels i swear
They say come and join us
The weathers much warmer
Heaven’s california
Heaven’s california

Chris Brown – Dat Night Lyrics

[Intro: Trey Songz & Young Thug]
Yup!
Ay, I fucked round and made them niggas
God damn open ’em all up tonight, know what I mean
Breezy!
I swear to God
Trigga
Matter of fact, ay, ay call the sheriff, man

[Bridge: Trey Songz]
All my bitches, all my bitches
All my bitches with the shit when I be in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
All my bitches with the shit when I be in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go

[Hook: Chris Brown]
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the shit
Know who got them bricks, know who hittin’ licks
Get this money blindfolded
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
Shakin’ that ass naked with a friend and they miny moe
All my bitches lit, all my bitches with the shit
All my bitches scammers but they hold a hammer
And split your shit, boy

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Damn, fuck the situation, fuck them bitches hatin’
Fuck a pillow talkin’ nigga that be instigatin’
Frustrated, now I know why they all hate me
I fuck these bitches and they know that I make pretty babies
Detroit got me back on my back fuckin’ black bitches
Tippin’ 4 and I’m pourin’ 4 of Actavis
She know every time I turn up, I keep fuckin’ up mattresses
Tryna ask me why I don’t nut
Percocet make the dick like a magician
Funny ass nigga, why we laugh different?
Cause I cash different
I’m tryna get my bitches, huh
You gotta pay for that last minute, bitch

[Hook: Chris Brown]
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the shit
Know who got them bricks, know who hittin’ licks
Get this money blindfolded
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
Shakin’ that ass naked with a friend and they miny moe
All my bitches lit, all my bitches with the shit
All my bitches scammers but they hold a hammer
And split your shit, boy

[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
All my bitches with the shit when I be in Toronto
I can get the pussy eyes closed with a blindfold
It’s a war zone, nigga, we be in Chicago
Lot of mamas cry, niggas die in Chicago
Know some Bloods ’cause nigga livin’ in LA
It’s a lot of things ain’t forgiven in LA
Know I’m from the third, I be reppin’ that VA
You ain’t got the money, you can never beat the case
Fuck the judge, fuck feds nigga, tryna get up off that poor
Niggas say they tryna eat, can’t get shit up off my fork
I hopped off the porch, hopped in the Porsche
Then hopped in the Benz, I fucked all her friends, yeah

[Hook: Chris Brown & Trey Songz]
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the shit
Know who got them bricks, know who hittin’ licks
Get this money blindfolded
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
Shakin’ that ass naked with a friend and they miny moe
All my bitches lit, all my bitches with the shit
All my bitches scammers but they hold a hammer
And split your shit, boy

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Ay, make her suck dick on the patio
I might eat that bitch up like some ravioli
I get a rush in designer zone
Why a young nigga tellin’ they telly tellies
I fuck her good, I don’t tell them nothin’
Nut in her hair, make it good and fussy
I get it in with a bigger budget
And the inside my car look like peanut butter
Trap it when you walk baby
I done came from rags to riches, did all baby
When we done, she say it’s hard to walk, yeah yeah
Fuck her in the light, I don’t do nothin’ dark, yeah yeah
Fuck you thought, red bottoms bleed when we walk, uh
Put my food in ya drawers
Bedroom dim like walls
Young rain teach her how to chopper, yeah
Attached to my lights like moths, yeah
Favorite colour red, hot sauce, yeah
Wanna see me dead can you drop me, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Chris Brown & Young Thug]
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the shit
Know who got them bricks, know who hittin’ licks
Get this money blindfolded
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
Shakin’ that ass naked with a friend and they miny moe
All my bitches lit, all my bitches with the shit
All my bitches scammers but they hold a hammer
And split your shit, boy

Robbie Williams – Heavy Entertainment Show

[Verse 1]
Good evening, children of cultural abandon
You searched for a saviour, well here I am
And all the best ones are dying off so quickly
While I’m still here, enjoy me while you can

[Chorus]
Welcome to the Heavy Entertainment Show
The charisma’s non-negotiable
Welcome to the Heavy Entertainment Show
I’m about to strip and you’re my pole

We are so glorious
Why not leave your job and come on tour with us?
Before I drop dead and die

[Verse 2]
Good evening, lovers of quality entertainment
Good evening to the others that don’t know hit
Even you will leave here with a t-shirt and a programme
Got a house in LA, I’m still paying for it…

[Chorus]
Welcome to the Heavy Entertainment Show
It’s just the tip but no one will know
Welcome to the Heavy Entertainment Show
All the girls (Robbie!), the boys go (No!)

You are magnificent
Maybe come on stage and be a part of it
I said maybe, baby, baby oh

[Bridge]
Come leave the life you’re living
Show me the light you’re giving
I’ll give it all then a little bit more, oh-oh-woah

“He would sell his children
For a hit in Belgium
God knows what he’s done
For a number one”

[Chorus]
Welcome to the Heavy Entertainment Show
Where the more you see, the less you know
Welcome to the Heavy Entertainment Show
Where Eminem meets Barry Manilow

I am notorious
For making all the crowd sing the chorious
I just made up that word

[Bridge]
Come love the life I’m living
Bathe in the light I’m giving
“He’ll give it all and a little bit more”

[Chorus]
Welcome to the Heavy Entertainment Show
I’m a volcano that’s about to blow
Welcome to the Heavy Entertainment Show
This is how I’d like to say “Hello”

Austin Mahone – Shake It For Me lyrics

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Oh I can tell that you’re a pro girl, that you do it right
Then you become an other person when I hit the lights
I coulda sworn you would best, on another life
I gotta know, I gotta know

‘Cause in the night when the sun goes down
And your wild side comes out
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me
Soon as that door’s shuts
Turn the bed to a club
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me
And you go up and you come down
You turn around and then you poke out for me
When you get my love and your body erupt
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me

Turn the bedroom to a nightclub
I got idea, yes a lightbulb
Then I lay back, let you get on top
See if you…

Fingers on your clothes girl
I’ve been thinking that you always work up
Living in LA now but I swear you move like you …

Future – How It Feel

[Intro]
I told her Mike know what I’m sayin’
Came from nothing, tired of doing interviews
Cause they don’t be asking me the real shit
How a nigga really feel

[Verse 1]
I taught the bitch how to steal, how to steal
I taught the bitch how to steal
Then I put blunt on the wheel
I took the hoes outta soho, then put them in Manolo
Told her do not fuck with bozos
Now you fuck with boss on the low low
I had a bitch on the side then I gave that bitch some pride
I told her come through tonight, then put her on a flight
I took you out of apartments, then I put you in the condo
I had you off in the trap room, you was the one in the bando
You didn’t abandon a nigga, you stayed down for the kid
Now I gave you where to live, now you pull up in the lear
I went to Two door to four door
Went from a Two door to four door
From four door to two door
Back in the coupe
Nigga I Ball like I hoop, shit
[Hook]
Ask me how it feel your bitch fuck another bitch
Ask me how it feel when you smashin’ all this G shit
Ask me how it feel to smash just to this R&B shit
Ask me how it feel when we thought you wouldn’t be shit
Ask me how it feel, Ask me Ask me how it feel
Ask me how it feel, Ask me Ask me how it feel
Ask me how it feel when you smash this R&B shit
Ask me how it feel to have your bitch eat another bitch

[Verse 2]
I blow the weed on you bitch
Bitches ain’t worth shit to me
The kush is worth more than you
Took the bitch out the hood
I told the bitch she a thot
I bought the bitch a new condo, I put her in a new spot
She know my dope on the scale
She know I travel the word
I know the Migo the LA the Reid I know Jimmy and Reid
We know the drake from the mike
I went from mike to young metro
I go from Metro to Mike and I’m back with Young Will
You know how it petro
Told em we back goin’ ape, nigga we smokin’ some grape
Nigga went straight from the A, now we back in LA
Went straight to hills, we just got time to build
Money on money on M’s
A M on a M, thats a film, shit

[Hook]
Ask me how it feel your bitch fuck another bitch
Ask me how it feel when you smashin’ all this G shit
Ask me how it feel to smash just to this R&B shit
Ask me how it feel when we thought you wouldn’t be shit
Ask me how it feel, Ask me Ask me how it feel
Ask me how it feel, Ask me Ask me how it feel
Ask me how it feel when you smash this R&B shit
Ask me how it feel to have your bitch eat another bitch

[Verse 3]
I got a AR the Chopper
A chopper The FN, the 40
The 40 the eagle and a 30
The .38 bust you so ugly
They chargin’ a sixty to walk
I’m chargin’ em 70 to talk
I went from the trenches to cool
A mill ain’t enough for my crew
I put a brick on a brick
Then I put bricks on my wrist
I put a brick on my chain
Then I fucked up the game
After I fucked up the game
Went and bought me some cocaine
Cocaine it right on my neck
And that shit come with a Tec
And that shit come with a house
What all the hate is about
I put the hate with the hate
Then I got snakes on a snake
I told Mike Will get a M
We gon’ put this shit on film
Then I jumped right on a M
Then I put C on a B
I put a B on a C

[Hook]
Ask me how it feel your bitch fuck another bitch
Ask me how it feel when you smashin’ all this G shit
Ask me how it feel to smash just to this R&B shit
Ask me how it feel when we thought you wouldn’t be shit
Ask me how it feel, Ask me Ask me how it feel
Ask me how it feel, Ask me Ask me how it feel
Ask me how it feel when you smash this R&B shit
Ask me how it feel to have your bitch eat another bitch

[Outro]
I turn up all of these bitches
I could buy all of you bitches
I could buy all of you bitches
I made it you bitch
I made you bitch
Bitch you was never for me
I gave you fame on a grail
I put you back on the charts
I gave you number 1 spot
Fuck you bitch I could buy you all
Fuck all you bitches, you shit to me
Fuck all you bitches you know young future
And Mike will made made history, we gave you bitches some hits
We told you bitches ain’t shit
I gave your bitch a number 1, then I gave your bitch the dick
Fuck all you hoes on a hoe
I gave a bitch to another nigga
I go buy another car
I go buy another house
I go and get me some better mouth
I go and buy me some better mouth

G Herbo – Havin’ Shit (Strictly 4 My Fans Album)

[Intro]
G Herbo…. G HERBO!!

[Hook]
Niggas know that I been havin’ shit
Know that I’ve been havin’ shit
Blow a hunnid K, on a habit bitch
Waitin’ for a nigga to try some shit
Niggas now that I’ve been savage bitch
A hunnid shot can in my mattress
I been gettin’ hoes, riding foreigns
And countin’ all this dough, cause I been tourin’
Like 20, 30 shows, just got some more rich
Count up and count some more, it’s never boring

[Verse 1]
BITCH, IT’S G HERBO!!
Yeah, I know you know me
I be gettin’ dough
I been tourin, remember
I was poor that had to be at least 7 years ago
At 14 we was out there on that savage shit
In the hood we beat niggas snatching, smashing shit
Now I might be in LA smoking that Cali shit (Pasto)
Up in Barney fucking up the Mcqueen and I’m just
Buying shit
15 racks in my Balmain you can see it poking
40 tuck so tight don’t even look like I got it on me
Stay in your lane you a fuck nigga, no you not my homie
I don’t got nothing for no nigga I just got it on me

[Hook]
Niggas know that I been havin’ shit
Know that I’ve been havin’ shit
Blow a hunnid K, on a habit bitch
Waitin’ for a nigga to try some shit
Niggas now that I’ve been savage bitch
A hunnid shot can in my mattress
I been gettin’ hoes, riding foreigns
And countin’ all this dough, cause I been tourin’
Like 20, 30 shows, just got some more rich
Count up and count some more, it’s never boring

[Verse 2]
Look 2015 I did like 120 shows
I’ll pop a 65, 10,10,10,10,10K
I was sipping on drank
Blowing off stank, fucked off 50K
And when I went broke, I saw my last
I dont know what to say
I didn’t do no crying, got off my ass, ran up a 100K
I had that money running laps like I’m late
Them packs were outta town, I don’t remember her name
By the time my 18th birthday I was up a 100K
Rubber band up at my momma house
I don’t have no fucking bank
I remember my sophomore high school teacher said what I couldn’t make
She made like 24 a year, my Bezel 38 (BITCH!)

[Hook]
Niggas know that I been havin’ shit
Know that I’ve been havin’ shit
Blow a hunnid K, on a habit bitch
Waitin’ for a nigga to try some shit
Niggas now that I’ve been savage bitch
A hunnid shot can in my mattress
I been gettin’ hoes, riding foreigns
And countin’ all this dough, cause I been tourin’
Like 20, 30 shows, just got some more rich
Count up and count some more, it’s never boring

Mike Stud – Shine on em

(Chorus)
Put them bright lights I shine on them
Put them bright lights on
Put them bright lights on it’s my moment
Put them bright lights on (X2)
Do it one time for the squad

(Marcus Stroman)
In the lights I hit them switch
Fifty thousand when I’m dealing in the Six
And you know they locked in on every pitch
Life got the crazy boy tagging me in pics
They think they get to me me but they ain’t ever stressin me
Cooking in the lab and you know I got the recipe
Momma always texting me but I don’t always get to see
But trust me she already know I got the message seen
Love my family and my circle shout my Steve’s where the Urkel
You know im workin with a purpose for certain
Tell my doubters turn it louder perfect
Riding with my team don’t be slidin in my DM’s
Cuz you know I ain’t gon’ read em anyway
You know I got the tunnel vision I don’t see the competition
If I want it then I get it anyway

(Chorus X2) Do it one time for the squad

(Mike Stud)
Ok I don’t hear the things they say about us
Thank you momma thank you poppa
All the things you taught us made us stronger
I just tried to make you prouder
They sippin me constantly I wake em up
You think I was in the monogamy cuz i ain’t gave a fuck
Ugh feel like how the hell we make it here
Everytime the ball drop I just throw my favorite year
And i don’t ever fumble got the drive to take it there
On a couple Lakers out in LA like a Laker yeah
Ugh don’t bother callin won’t bother texting
Pray they get the message and I made a couple dreams
Outta bad brakes talking deals with the team over crab legs
Gotta cash safe just to keep the cash safe
Only brightside of Donald Trump is for tax breaks
And the only spot I’ve never been is last place
Livin fast pace in the fast lane
Now I came from the diamond only ride or shine
They be catchin’ feelings I just catch a five
Talk good of town even when I’m not around
Cuz I’m still makin plays even when I’m outta bounds

Put them bright lights I shine on them
Put them bright lights on
Put them bright lights on it’s my moment
Put them bright lights on (X2)
Do it one time for the squad YEEEEUH

Mike Stud – Shine on em Lyrics

(Chorus)
Put them bright lights I shine on them
Put them bright lights on
Put them bright lights on it’s my moment
Put them bright lights on (X2)
Do it one time for the squad

(Marcus Stroman)
In the lights I hit them switch
Fifty thousand when I’m dealing in the Six
And you know they locked in on every pitch
Life got the crazy boy tagging me in pics
They think they get to me me but they ain’t ever stressin me
Cooking in the lab and you know I got the recipe
Momma always texting me but I don’t always get to see
But trust me she already know I got the message seen
Love my family and my circle shout my Steve’s where the Urkel
You know im workin with a purpose for certain
Tell my doubters turn it louder perfect
Riding with my team don’t be slidin in my DM’s
Cuz you know I ain’t gon’ read em anyway
You know I got the tunnel vision I don’t see the competition
If I want it then I get it anyway

(Chorus X2) Do it one time for the squad

(Mike Stud)
Ok I don’t hear the things they say about us
Thank you momma thank you poppa
All the things you taught us made us stronger
I just tried to make you prouder
They sippin me constantly I wake em up
You think I was in the monogamy cuz i ain’t gave a fuck
Ugh feel like how the hell we make it here
Everytime the ball drop I just throw my favorite year
And i don’t ever fumble got the drive to take it there
On a couple Lakers out in LA like a Laker yeah
Ugh don’t bother callin won’t bother texting
Pray they get the message and I made a couple dreams
Outta bad brakes talking deals with the team over crab legs
Gotta cash safe just to keep the cash safe
Only brightside of Donald Trump is for tax breaks
And the only spot I’ve never been is last place
Livin fast pace in the fast lane
Now I came from the diamond only ride or shine
They be catchin’ feelings I just catch a five
Talk good of town even when I’m not around
Cuz I’m still makin plays even when I’m outta bounds

Put them bright lights I shine on them
Put them bright lights on
Put them bright lights on it’s my moment
Put them bright lights on (X2)
Do it one time for the squad YEEEEUH

GoldLink – Fall In Love (feat. Ciscero)

[Hook: Goldlink]
Fall in love, oh, oh, fall in love
Wish I never did this, I don’t wanna love, love
Fall in love, oh, oh, fall in love
Wish I never did this, I don’t wanna love, love

[Verse 1: Goldlink]
Baby girl don’t throw things about me
I’m just bad girl, I’m bad for everybody
Baby girl don’t tell your friends
That nigga with a neck tat
Respect that
Old bitch, she ain’t like that
She left that
Dropped one tape, two tape
Brand new can’t even get a ho
(?) nigga hoes with a man that’s like that
Smooth nigga do no-no rappin’
New girl star, she an actress
She’s so used to the light, so plastic
By the lake, LA like Magic
Spit rappin’
No (?) just glasses
Ain’t happen (?)
Then I tell them baby
[Hook: Goldlink]
Fall in love, oh, oh, fall in love
Wish I never did this, I don’t wanna love, love
Fall in love, oh, oh, fall in love
Wish I never did this, I don’t wanna love, love

[Verse 2: Ciscero]
Yeah girl you know I’m too legit here
And I’m amazed that I be coolin’ with hooligan
Girl I told you I ain’t one you foolin’ with
Not communicatin’ but I get that from my mama
It’s a jungle (?) while you fuck with anacondas
I’m a Zulu Nation rapper, get the hammer like (?)
Keep it movin’ for my partners, ain’t no hoovin’ in mi casa
Ain’t no hoopin’, she just dancing at the juices but not Fanta
Got the juice and then I lost it
I put two in my deposit last week
But I made that (?), ay
Do not fall in love with that nigga wrap sheet, ay
You know I’m just out here tryna pass me, ay
Young Ciscero keep that bitch nasty, ay
I don’t know bout that but I do love
This right here, this that group love
Hey, so what happened to love
This is (?)

[Hook: Goldlink]
Fall in love, oh, oh, fall in love
Wish I never did this, I don’t wanna love, love
Fall in love, oh, oh, fall in love
Wish I never did this, I don’t wanna love, love

Uiie Popcorn – She Poppin (feat. Quavo)

[Intro]
She know what she doing, she know what she doing
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

[Hook: Quavo]
Ay, she know what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Woah, ay, woah, ay, woah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it
Ay, She knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Woah, ay, woah, ay, woah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it

[Verse 1: Uiie Popcorn]
She knows what she’s doing
Ass fat so I had to pursue her
All this money that she got me throwing
Bout to take her ass to the back
Well known temperament certain
She’s a freaky bitch, I’ma fuck her in the Masi’
I’ma eat your pussy, just don’t tell nobody
Had to do it like that
Type to make me want to buy her
Bag (?) my thumb in her ass
Pussy print we in this back
Type of shit to make you come on earn it
Got a nigga, is he worth it?
I just figure that you’d leave with me
I’d let your live in the mansion
The lips that you’re giving me
Hah, you know what you’re doing

[Hook: Quavo]
Ay, she know what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Woah, ay, woah, ay, woah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it
Ay, She knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Woah, ay, woah, ay, woah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it

[Verse 2: Quavo]
She knows what she’s doing
Bad bitches I’m pursuing (bad)
Dropping my top in LA
Me and my brother lil Ewing (skrt-skrt)
Take ’em back to the mansion, six hoes in jacuzzis (six)
12 at the corner, skrt-skrt, bust a U-ie (12)
Smoking on cookie pack
She’s acting like she can’t get cool with that (no)
You got to live with that (no)
Cause girl that’s my habitat (habitat)
You know that we doing this my way
Ain’t really into foreplay (no)
I like to hit it from the back
Hit it while I’m watching Scarface

[Hook: Quavo]
Ay, she know what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Woah, ay, woah, ay, woah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it
Ay, She knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Woah, ay, woah, ay, woah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it

[Verse 3: Uiie Popcorn]
I love when you doing that
I’ma take (?) I’ma buy them bottoms
Love the way she go and chase the bag
Now bring it to me, let me break your back
Thighs, pussy, like (?)
Fishes like Ayesha
I can the baby U on the wrist
Cause I got her body beaming
She addicted to the D
Let her take her shopping, exclusive swag
Did you say you want that Birkin bag?
I ain’t never looking at the tag
Pull up Lennox, get some fly shit
We ain’t fuck on no mattress
Yeah we doing it my way
Nasty sex in the driveway
You know how we do it

[Hook: Quavo]
Ay, she know what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Woah, ay, woah, ay, woah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it
Ay, She knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Woah, ay, woah, ay, woah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it

Common – Rain (feat. John Legend) (Black America Again Album)

[Intro: John Legend]
The wind against my face, tells me that I must go
Can’t stay around too long before my tracks gonna catch me
When they do, I’ve got to be somewhere in LA
So I can look at the sun and get my thinking done
And if it’s gonna rain tomorrow, let it rain

[Verse 1: John Legend]
The last note I sang was indeed a false (?)
At some old and shabby bar, I never knew the name
But I knew I could and work that (?) all on my dreams
They tell me find that place, find that place

[Hook: John Legend]
And if it’s gonna rain tomorrow, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain

[Verse 2: John Legend]
Deep in my destination, trying to find my destination
With LA so far away and I’m soaking cold today
Constantly it’s on my mind
I’m only halfway there, I’m not caring how much frustration
Oh, I’ve got to cross this nation

[Hook: John Legend]
And if it’s gonna rain tomorrow, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain

[Verse 3: Common]
As the rain falls down from the heavens
Think of how far I came since ’87
Took my hustle and made it a weapon
I was always told "in the pain there’s a blessing"
Mistakes that I made, they mirrored the lessons
Talking with God, I asked clearer questions
Dear Lord, is this what I’m destined for?
If so? Then what am I stressing for?
We tight, then why can’t I let it go?
Everything gon’ be alright, it’s more than a metaphor
Let it rain cause it’s ancestral
Cleanse my heart so they can see the best in you
Let it rain and come down visceral
For those no longer here in the physical
Let it rain cause it’s like tears from you
Just like the rain, I’ll do what I’m here to do
Let it rain, I know that it’s purposeful
So that it can service you and return to you
Let it rain, let the rain surround me
And never drown me, I was lost when it found me
Now in a dream is where I’ll be
Imperial reign came down to crown me
Now in a dream is where I’ll be
Imperial reign came down to crown me
Imperial reign came down to crown me
Now in a dream, a dream is where I’ll be

[Hook: John Legend]
And if it’s gonna rain tomorrow, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain

Anna Straker – Serious

Serious
S-s-s-serious
Boy, I know you need that gold, is it okay?
Can you party when your records don’t play?
Tripping on that blue, survive
Keeping it cool, whatever that means to you
Saying something, getting tough
Is she taking off her clothes enough?
You’re waking up in west LA
With yourself now?

Do you remember what you said?
The music is losing sound
Remember when you said the music was losing sound

Serious
Ever take it serious?
Boy, you’re serious
It’s hard to take you serious
Serious
Serious
Serious

Girl, you got a wasted stone
That nobody knows
Is it worth it if your records don’t go?
Singing on the big room tune
Keeping it cool, whatever that means to you
Saying something, getting tough
And are you taking off your clothes enough?
When you’re waking up in west LA
With yourself now?

Do you remember what you said?
The music is losing sound
Remember when you said the music was losing sound

Serious
Ever take it serious?
Boy, you’re serious
It’s hard to take you serious
Serious
Boy, you know you know I’m
Serious
Serious

Demrick & Dizzy Wright – Hundreds Of Thousands (Blaze With Us Mixtape)

[Hook x2: Dizzy Wright]
Two step with a blunt in my mouth
Legendary stoner, I am one of them now
I’m on tour, I’ve been running around
I need hundreds and hundreds of thousands

[Verse 1: Demrick]
I need a hundred thousand fans with their hands up
I take a hundred thousand gram for the bad times
And use it to celebrate all these good days
Maintain the same, there’s no way that I could change
Made it out the hood fame, landed on the plane
Out in LA where b-ro blessed me with the best strains
That jet fuel flight get it over night
Thirty-eight no debate, we don’t change the price
And that Dizzy OG got me feeling right
I’mma need an OZ just to feed the hype
Best believe I got money on my mind
Put that petty shit down to the side
Light it up, one time

[Hook x2: Dizzy Wright]
Two step with a blunt in my mouth
Legendary stoner, I am one of them now
I’m on tour, I’ve been running around
I need hundreds and hundreds of thousands

[Verse 2: Dizzy Wright]
The whole world want this marijuana legalized
I just wanna make five-hundred K for the needed times
The streets is mine, I seen this opening lane
Now they’re smoking my strain, well now its time to open my shop
Fuck it, I’m feeling motivated, love it or not
Me and the homies finna give y’all homies something to watch
I’m talking a hundred-thousand grams, that’s all
Double up, plus four, I need my weed money back, plus more
Yeah y’all know the deal, the realest that we ain’t giving up
Look me and Demrick, we was plotting at the Denver Cup
Now we on the road, legendary stoners getting stoned
And none of my growers ever be in a rush
Knew if you need it, go and get, just believe it first
Marijuana for the people, keep the people first
Maintain it to keep it, we all needed the work
Dizzy OG for the G alert, as I hit my

[Hook x2: Dizzy Wright]
Two step with a blunt in my mouth
Legendary stoner, I am one of them now
I’m on tour, I’ve been running around
I need hundreds and hundreds of thousands

Common – Rain (feat. John Legend) (Black America Again Album) letras

[Intro: John Legend]
The wind against my face, tells me that I must go
Can’t stay around too long before my tracks gonna catch me
When they do, I’ve got to be somewhere in LA
So I can look at the sun and get my thinking done
And if it’s gonna rain tomorrow, let it rain

[Verse 1: John Legend]
The last note I sang was indeed a false (?)
At some old and shabby bar, I never knew the name
But I knew I could and work that (?) all on my dreams
They tell me find that place, find that place

[Hook: John Legend]
And if it’s gonna rain tomorrow, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain

[Verse 2: John Legend]
Deep in my destination, trying to find my destination
With LA so far away and I’m soaking cold today
Constantly it’s on my mind
I’m only halfway there, I’m not caring how much frustration
Oh, I’ve got to cross this nation

[Hook: John Legend]
And if it’s gonna rain tomorrow, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain

[Verse 3: Common]
As the rain falls down from the heavens
Think of how far I came since ’87
Took my hustle and made it a weapon
I was always told "in the pain there’s a blessing"
Mistakes that I made, they mirrored the lessons
Talking with God, I asked clearer questions
Dear Lord, is this what I’m destined for?
If so? Then what am I stressing for?
We tight, then why can’t I let it go?
Everything gon’ be alright, it’s more than a metaphor
Let it rain cause it’s ancestral
Cleanse my heart so they can see the best in you
Let it rain and come down visceral
For those no longer here in the physical
Let it rain cause it’s like tears from you
Just like the rain, I’ll do what I’m here to do
Let it rain, I know that it’s purposeful
So that it can service you and return to you
Let it rain, let the rain surround me
And never drown me, I was lost when it found me
Now in a dream is where I’ll be
Imperial reign came down to crown me
Now in a dream is where I’ll be
Imperial reign came down to crown me
Imperial reign came down to crown me
Now in a dream, a dream is where I’ll be

[Hook: John Legend]
And if it’s gonna rain tomorrow, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain

Common – Rain lyrics

[Intro: John Legend]
The wind against my face, tells me that I must go
Can’t stay around too long before my tracks gonna catch me
When they do, I’ve got to be somewhere in LA
So I can look at the sun and get my thinking done
And if it’s gonna rain tomorrow, let it rain

[Verse 1: John Legend]
The last note I sang was indeed a false (?)
At some old and shabby bar, I never knew the name
But I knew I could and work that (?) all on my dreams
They tell me find that place, find that place

[Hook: John Legend]
And if it’s gonna rain tomorrow, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain

[Verse 2: John Legend]
Deep in my destination, trying to find my destination
With LA so far away and I’m soaking cold today
Constantly it’s on my mind
I’m only halfway there, I’m not caring how much frustration
Oh, I’ve got to cross this nation

[Hook: John Legend]
And if it’s gonna rain tomorrow, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain

[Verse 3: Common]
As the rain falls down from the heavens
Think of how far I came since ’87
Took my hustle and made it a weapon
I was always told “in the pain there’s a blessing”
Mistakes that I made, they mirrored the lessons
Talking with God, I asked clearer questions
Dear Lord, is this what I’m destined for?
If so? Then what am I stressing for?
We tight, then why can’t I let it go?
Everything gon’ be alright, it’s more than a metaphor
Let it rain cause it’s ancestral
Cleanse my heart so they can see the best in you
Let it rain and come down visceral
For those no longer here in the physical
Let it rain cause it’s like tears from you
Just like the rain, I’ll do what I’m here to do
Let it rain, I know that it’s purposeful
So that it can service you and return to you
Let it rain, let the rain surround me
And never drown me, I was lost when it found me
Now in a dream is where I’ll be
Imperial reign came down to crown me
Now in a dream is where I’ll be
Imperial reign came down to crown me
Imperial reign came down to crown me
Now in a dream, a dream is where I’ll be

[Hook: John Legend]
And if it’s gonna rain tomorrow, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain

EMI – Science letras

[Verse 1]
I keep making runs up in the North End
She want my number, won’t let me sell to her boyfriend
Met a couple strippers down in Portland
These bitches all addicted to endorphins
I stay round the club ’cause I know they all some sugar babies
Daddy issues, they just hit me when they workin’ late
I just wanna move the price inflated in a different state
I just bought a few, I’ll need a re-up in a couple days

[Hook]
I got it down to a science
If you ain’t about it, do not try it
I’m in the lab, Bill Nye
I got it down to a science
I got it down to a science
I be stayin’ up, I’m workin’ nights
I turn a rock into a diamond
I got it down to a science

[Verse 2]
I don’t miss a beat when I’m in LA
Got my homies juggin’, can’t afford to miss a Friday
All my bitches loyal, they be listenin’ what I say
All my haters crooked, they be lookin’ at me sideways
Papers in my armrest, I ain’t openin’ that glove compartment
I got too much cash on me, I’ll start takin’ credit cards
BECU trappin’, I be jammin’ up the ATM
Police pull me over but I ain’t got shit to say to them

[Hook]
I got it down to a science
If you ain’t about it, do not try it
I’m in the lab, Bill Nye
I got it down to a science
I got it down to a science
I be stayin’ up, I’m workin’ nights
I turn a rock into a diamond
I got it down to a science

[Bridge]
Do not pop the trunk until I’m next to it
And if I sell it, know that I will never do it
I get it back then I invest again
And if you’re front it, be prepared to lose it

[Hook]
I got it down to a science
If you ain’t about it, do not try it
I’m in the lab, Bill Nye
I got it down to a science
I got it down to a science
I be stayin’ up, I’m workin’ nights
I turn a rock into a diamond
I got it down to a science

Quinn – Full Circle

(Prod. ayokay)

(Intro: fade in)
They’re in love
They’re in love

(Chorus 1)
Aye, aye, words that I say
Downtown the light’s out but we choose to stay
I don’t know where this may go
These strangers know all the words in my songs
I tell she lovin’ our style
Shit makes her face red wheneva I smile
I lay down, takes off her clothes
Wake up, I leave for the door

(Verse)
Tell myself I don’t need a drink
I got champagne iced in the sink
They keep callin’ me for the link
Music’s there, but then still I think
I need ya!
Aye, aye, words that I say
East Coast to West Coast, we rhymin’ all day
I really do mean what I say
New York City to LA
Got me feelin’ like oh, no, we bout to blow
We just lay down, 16 songs in a row
You been told, this time you should know
(Now to get your girlfriend in the mood)
(Here’s a lil number by Quinn)

(Chorus 2)
Hey, baby, come inside of my room
I need you to leave out all of that news
I need you by my love and it’s all
Because you love me!
You don’t want me outta your sight
But I can’t stay here all of these nights
You need me by your side
And it’s all because you love me

(Verse 2)
And the man starts speakin’
That’s the sound of the week-end
Left my problems to dry
I’m loungin’ all in the deep end
I can chose whenever I wanna sleep in
So tell me where to go
And they can start peepin’ songs off my new album
Shit ain’t even got a title
Just started singin’, already shit on yo iDles
Smilin’ back at me as they rotated on vinyls
Sun-shaded vibes fill up a room and bloom with my arrival

(Bridge x2)
Roll one up then you pull one out
5 am when we go to sleep
And I’ll be up and I’m feeling good
This is how it’s supposed to be

(Chorus 1)

Meek Mill – On The Regular lyrics

[Hook]
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin’ on the regular
Drippin’ on the regular
Trippin’ on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin’ on the regular
Never smokin’ regular
Nigga we ain’t regular

[Verse 1]
I’m out LA for a week, I’m out here playin’ for keeps, yea yea
I never play in them Jeeps, double R back of the seat, yea yea
I’m out here lookin’ like Meech
Flooded the Patek Philippe, yea yea
Boogers all up in the piece
We got the key to the streets, oh Lord
Remember they said I was done done
Fuck that they ain’t know I’m the one one
We get your chain and it’s one one
I tell my nigga I want one
I tell my nigga to get it back
He in the field ’bout to punt somethin’
I hit your main and your side piece
That’s on the low but I’m on one
Wait, wait, wait
Switch sides, niggas switch side
We ain’t never got to dick ride
More tickets than a fish fry
And the chopper had the big guy
Little nigga I’m the boss now
Came back on them game 7
Trap niggas got the ball now
[Hook]
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin’ on the regular
Drippin’ on the regular
Trippin’ on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin’ on the regular
Never smokin’ regular
Nigga we ain’t regular

[Verse 2]
Woah, woah, woah
Regular, regular, regular
I do not see no competitors
Hatin’ cause we got ahead of them
I’m getting money etcetera
Bad bitches all on my schedule
Felony, felony, felony
I catch a case and it’s federal
Bikes out summer time aye
Mikes on number nine, yeah
Bad bitch, hella fine, woah
She don’t fuck, never mind, no
I’ma get at her another time
I’ma go scoop me a yellow dime
She go both ways like the yellow line
I’m fuckin’ her friends she fuckin’ mine, oh shit
Still trippin’ ain’t no love for the other side
Rap beef turn to homicides
When we land on them and them hollows fly
Had a bag but you broke nigga
You ain’t fuckin’ with me bottom line
Out of sight nigga out of mind
And my Patek runnin’ out of time

[Hook]
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin’ on the regular
Drippin’ on the regular
Trippin’ on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin’ on the regular
Never smokin’ regular
Nigga we ain’t regular

K Camp – F.A.C.T (Rare Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
Nard & B
Bobby Kritical

[Hook]
Pull up to the scene, red ‘Rari that’s a fact
Blow my top while I swerve, getting head that’s a fact
If I hit your baby mama I ain’t sorry, that’s a fact
Bought a Birkin now the bitch act like a Barbie, that’s a fact
Ay, that’s a fact, ay-ay that’s a fact
Ay, that’s a fact, ay-ay that’s a fact
Pull up on the scene, red ‘Rari that’s a fact
Blow my top while I swerve, getting head that’s a fact

[Verse 1]
Nigga thought I fell off, no bitch I’m back
Know I keep a bad bitch by my side, that’s a fact
Plenty bitches popping pills, sucking dick, we on that
You gon’ run off with the wave every time so don’t act
I might hit up Magic throw some change and grab a play
I ain’t worried bout no dance I fuck the waitress anyway
When I call her she gon’ pull up with the pussy any day
I got money coming in, nigga every which way

[Hook]
Pull up to the scene, red ‘Rari that’s a fact
Blow my top while I swerve, getting head that’s a fact
If I hit your baby mama I ain’t sorry, that’s a fact
Bought a Birkin now the bitch act like a Barbie, that’s a fact
Ay, that’s a fact, ay-ay that’s a fact
Ay, that’s a fact, ay-ay that’s a fact
Pull up on the scene, red ‘Rari that’s a fact
Blow my top while I swerve, getting head that’s a fact

[Verse 2]
Nigga wanted issues so I had to give him that
Bitch I came back to the city, brought that wave that’s a fact
I’m in LA with the trapper blowing gas and shooting craps
Why these bitch keep acting petty, she just mad, I don’t react
Flooded out the Rollie now I’m feeling just like Meech
I don’t trap but these niggas still love me in these streets
Vintage shirt, couple chains, and some Yeezys on my feet
Put in work, I ain’t change throwing ones up out the Jeep, ugh

[Hook]
Pull up to the scene, red ‘Rari that’s a fact
Blow my top while I swerve, getting head that’s a fact
If I hit your baby mama I ain’t sorry, that’s a fact
Bought a Birkin now the bitch act like a Barbie, that’s a fact
Ay, that’s a fact, ay-ay that’s a fact
Ay, that’s a fact, ay-ay that’s a fact
Pull up on the scene, red ‘Rari that’s a fact
Blow my top while I swerve, getting head that’s a fact

K Camp – LV (Rare Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
They say they want Camp back
Like I went somewhere or something

[Verse 1]
I’m the boy but you knew it
Fuck what you thought
Kick that game to you niggas
I spit propane to you bitches
I go insane for these riches
Bought me a chain off these benjis
Stay in your lane, I’m not friendly
Just bought my bitch a new Bentley
I got to deal with so many, I like my hoes in they 20’s
I might just fuck off her Remy, fill up my cup with that Henny
Might make you mine, please don’t tempt me
No new friends, don’t need any
Just might go Blanco like Benny
One time for my nigga Kenny
I’m so cold, free my niggas down the road
I’mma ball on you hoes
Never fall for the code, I would never sell my soul
I’d rather sell a bitch
Fuck you niggas, I’m rich
Champagne and Louis V, I’m taking my pick

[Hook]
Walk into the Louis store
Seen that, spent that
Walk into your bitch’s crib
Seen that, killed that
Walk into the bank door
Seen that, flipped that
I can’t trust no lame ho
Seen that, did that

[Verse 2]
I’m in LA in that black truck
Feeling like the president
Windows down, vibing
Please don’t take me out my element
Only thing changed ’bout a nigga is the residence
Fuck you lame hoes, I ain’t buying if you selling it
Stop playing games nigga, I ain’t got no time for it
I feel like just spoiling her, I might buy her Tom Ford
I can see that money with my eyes closed, blindfold
You can say whatever motherfucker, yeah I grind for it
I ain’t cutting no slack, promise I won’t go back
These niggas ain’t playing fair, pretty sure you know that
Camp what’s that you smoking nigga? I call this the gold pack
Walk inside of Louis, bought the whole rack

[Hook]
Walk into the Louis store
Seen that, spent that
Walk into your bitch’s crib
Seen that, killed that
Walk into the bank door
Seen that, flipped that
I can’t trust no lame ho
Seen that, did that

[Outro]
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Walk into the Louis store
Seen that, spent that
Walk into your bitch’s crib
Seen that, killed that

Meek Mill – On The Regular

[Hook]
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin’ on the regular
Drippin’ on the regular
Trippin’ on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin’ on the regular
Never smokin’ regular
Nigga we ain’t regular

[Verse 1]
I’m out LA for a week, I’m out here playin’ for keeps, yea, yea
I never play in them Jeeps, double R back of the seat, yea, yea
I’m out here lookin’ like Meech, flooded the Patek Philippe, yea, yea
Bookies all up in the piece, we got the key to the streets, oh Lord
Remember they said I was done done
Fuck that they ain’t know I’m the one one
We get your chain and its one one
I tell my nigga I want one
I tell my nigga to get it back
He in the field ’bout to punt somethin’
I hit your main and your side piece
That’s on the low but I’m on one
Wait, wait, wait
Switch sides, niggas switch side
We ain’t never got to dick ride
More tickets than a fish fry
And the chopper had the big guy
Little nigga I’m the boss now
Came back on them game 7, trap niggas got the ball now
[Hook]
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin’ on the regular
Drippin’ on the regular
Trippin’ on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin’ on the regular
Never smokin’ regular
Nigga we ain’t regular

[Verse 2]
Woah, woah, woah
Regular, regular, regular
I do not see no competitors
Hatin’ cause we got ahead of them
I’m getting money etcetera
Bad bitches all on my schedule
Felony, felony, felony
I catch a case and its federal
Bikes out summer time aye
Mikes on number nine yea
Bad bitch hella fine woah
She don’t fuck never mind no
I’ma get at her another time
I’ma go scoop me a yellow dime
She go both ways like the yellow line
I’m fuckin’ her friends she fuckin’ mine, oh shit
Still trippin’ ain’t no love for the other side
Rap beef turn to homicides when we land on them and them hollows fly
Had a bag but you broke nigga
You ain’t fuckin’ with me bottom line
Out of sight nigga out of mind
And my Patek runnin’ out of time

[Hook]
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin’ on the regular
Drippin’ on the regular
Trippin’ on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin’ on the regular
Never smokin’ regular
Nigga we ain’t regular

JAHKOY – California Heaven

[Intro: Rico Love]
Turn the lights on

[Verse 1: JAHKOY]
Seems like all these girls are perfect
All these girls are perfect
In LA, in LA
They’ve got so much there to purchase
All those labels on their purses
In LA, in LA
[Pre-Chorus: JAHKOY]
You ain’t gotta die
Just go buy you a plane ticket
(plane ticket, pla-plane ticket)
This place will change your life
Ask the guys who just came to visit
Once they came, they just can’t go nowhere

[Chorus: JAHKOY]
Heaven must be somewhere in California
No place I’ve seen compares to California
There’s nothing but angels out there
A place filled with angels i swear
They say come and join us
The weathers much warmer
Heaven’s california
Heaven’s california

[Verse 2: ScHoolBoy Q]
Yao
Blank face, amazing grace
God damn girl, Got Got Got Damn girl
Use your angel wings, no hands girl
I’m the man from the land girl
Go ham in the lab girl
You know skrt skrt
Lift your skirt skirt
Give me work work
Thats missionary like church church
Legs open like pearly gates in a Thug mansion
Get a thug passion
Without Alize
Bow down to pray
I burn an ounce a day
Puff puff pass
No rosaries like Catholics
Might cop the rolls, just to crash it
You could rock the rollie while I hit it
Hey you could rock the rollie while I hit it
Yeah school boy in a new toy
With a new toy, a whole down fig
You was looking for heaven and you found it
You was looking for heaven and you found it

[Chorus: JAHKOY]
Heaven must be somewhere in California
No place I’ve seen compares to California
There’s nothing but angels out there
A place filled with angels i swear
They say come and join us
The weathers much warmer
Heaven’s california
Heaven’s california

[Verse 3: JAHKOY]
Man they party on the week days (count it)
Party on the week days (count it, count it, count it, count it)
In LA, in LA
I swear they know all the DJs
Walk in the club and don’t pay
Man they must be so paid
Okay, in LA
They poppin in LA

[Pre-Chorus: JAHKOY]
You ain’t gotta die
Just go buy you a plane ticket
(plane ticket, pla-plane ticket)
This place will change your life
Ask the guys who just came to visit
Once they came, they just can’t go nowhere

[Chorus: JAHKOY]
Heaven must be somewhere in California
No place I’ve seen compares to California
There’s nothing but angels out there
A place filled with angels i swear
They say come and join us
The weathers much warmer
Heaven’s california

They say come and join us
The weathers much warmer
Heaven’s california
Heaven’s california

Jerreau – Make A Play (M.A.P) (Never How You Plan Album) letras

[Hook]
I need to make me a play (yeah)
I need to make me a play (oh God)
I need to make me a play (on God)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I had to get back in the game (oh God)
I had to make me a play (on God)
I had to get back in the game

[Verse 1]
I had to run up the score, I had to get back
I had to run up the floor, I had to hustle
I had to stop fucking with ya’ll, I had to mature (yeah)
I had to start saving some more
So I had to start making some more
You don’t know how I did it cause I did it with out ya’ll
You wasn’t there no you wasn’t involved
Oh God, help me get this off
One of one, I’m good with those odds
And I ain’t taking nothing back from ya’ll
Don’t send no drinks we’ll send them back
And don’t send no shots, its the same with that
I was down bad, now I’m up, no missed lay ups
For 200 Ms, I might have to D Rose the knee up
Euro step to the bank, travel like I need a Beamer
All my niggas believers (yeah)
I don’t need no more people (no)
PJ Rose in the VIP with my feet up, in my Adidas

[Hook]
I need to make me a play (yeah)
I need to make me a play (oh God)
I need to make me a play (on God)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I had to get back in the game (oh God)
I had to make me a play (on God)
I had to get back in the game

[Verse 2]
Lights on just to front, I’mma pull up, hop out
Imma do my own stunts, Imma do how I want
First they love you then hate you, then they love you again
The same ones burning your jersey the same ones cheering again
But fuck it
Let em all in, invite em all in
Hop in that Benz, hop out of that Benz
Call all of your friends, tell all of your friends
We in Vegas at Wynn, she came through for the win
She pulled up for the win, on some game winning shit
This where it begins, this where it all ends
On some I started this shit, I’m gon’ finish this shit
And I’m not for the play, I’m in street clothes today
Study all of my tapes, then I’m back in the gym
I’m back on they heals, I’m back in LA
Shit I’m back in the hills, hit shorty like I need to score on this break
Thought I wanted a deal, I signed my deal, then got out of my deal
Free agent, for real but we did it for real
Shoutout all the niggas that all got me here, at least it was real
And that’s how I feel, now it’s a new feel

[Hook] x 2
I need to make me a play (yeah)
I need to make me a play (oh God)
I need to make me a play (on God)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I had to get back in the game (oh God)
I had to make me a play (on God)
I had to get back in the game