Dreamville – PTSD Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Mereba]
Used to bend for me like the steel of a hatchback
You was there for Q like a fourth grade class fact
Q was in for me, never needed to ask that
PTSD, now I’m having a flashback
Told me I’m sweet, can’t sleep in the trap trap
Enemy, envy, make the strap go brrat brrat
You the missing piece, no peace when I sleep now
Used to practice peace, finna sleep with the piece now
Know I’ma miss you long as I’m alive
You said you need to call me, be sure I tried
I wish I didn’t have a song to write
I know you probably follow me with your light

[Verse 2: Deante’ Hitchcock]
My mama told me faith is all that I need
And back in the day I would’ve agreed, but now it’s hard to believe
I still do not, ’cause I want, ’cause I need to
Believe in something greater than me without being able to see it
So fuck a watch, I wear my heart on my sleeve
Nobody knows my sorrow, nobody knows about the trouble I seen
A lot of dead niggas livin’ through me, shawty, but not in the literal
Most ’em dead ’cause they ain’t follow they dream
The power of a higher entity entered me
Mentally, physically, spiritually, I’m on a whole different energy
Fuck the world, but I need you to remember me
I had doubt in myself ’cause I used to fear that you would look at me differently
If I ever changed, I’m numb to it now, I don’t feel the same
A slave to the feeling, I’m breaking the chains
Tryna balance out the joy, the pain, the sun, the rain
My life and the fame, done lost the game
The gift, the shame, my skin, my veins
My soul done rained so much on my heart
Really I don’t know where to start
The irony of finding self in the dark
My nigga, truthfully, feel like it’s two of me, I should’ve been on that ark
A love-hate relationship with my thoughts, I’m tryna shine in my own light
The realest nigga left in my own right
Helping you with your vices but can’t seem to get a grip on my own life, yeah

[Verse 3: Omen]
I was on my way down, breakdowns, breakthroughs
Spit up out my debut, gotta say I stay true
Maybe why I stayed broke, I been on a goose chase
Gotta swallow pride when they see me, how the truth taste?
Off the beaten path like Blueface
On the North Side, had to be a Tuesday
Walkin’ slow with your kids on a school day
Way past midnight suddenly my mood change
That’s when the truth came, in New York hearing rumors
My sister was homeless, convinced her to often
Been years since we talked, number changed
Saw you and my heart broke in a couple ways
I can’t believe when I seen you, I knew shit was true
Stared in your eyes and I saw a different you
Skated off fast ‘fore I could address it
Hope I ran into you ‘fore we both get to Heaven

[Refrain: St. Beauty]
We ‘ight, we ‘ight
You opened up my eyes and helped me see the light
We ‘ight, we ‘ight
You opened up my eyes and helped me see the light, ayy

[Outro: Buddy]
Yeah, hahahaha
We just kickin’ it, you know, ayy, woah
I’m here with all my friends
This is for the homies, for the homies, all the homies, what? What?
And the hoes
Hahahaha, yeah
Said this is for the homies, for the homies, all the homies, what?
And the hoes
Can’t forget about the hoes, yeah
For the homies, for the homies, for the homies, what? What?
And the hoes
(Ayy, that shit sound tight)
This is for the homies, for the homies, all the homies, what? What?
And the hoes
Hahahaha, yeah
Said this is for the homies, for the homies, all the homies, what?
And the hoes
Can’t forget about the hoes, yeah
For the homies, for the homies, for the homies, what? What?
And the hoes

G-Eazy – Bang Lyrics

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[Chorus: Tyga]
Ayy, I’m a balla, baby, he ain’t got no game
I’m a big dog, baby, rock big chains
And I need a super freak like Rick James
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Why so serious? I’m never fuckin’ around
These pigeons dead stock, they never touchin’ the ground
Plane Jane Patek I’m never bustin’ it down
Flagrant as fuck, I’m never toning it down (Yeah)
Oh, you big mad?
Why you chasin’ a chick that I been had?
Took your dream girl down, yeah, I did that
Got some pop-star bodies, been hit that
Believe me, my belt got notches
Safe full of diamonds, a couple nice watches
Made some mistakes and they think they could stop us
But Tiger plays golf and the whole world watches (Yee)

[Chorus: Tyga]
Ayy, I’m a balla, baby, he ain’t got no game (Winners win)
I’m a big dog, baby, rock big chains
And I need a super freak like Rick James
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Load it up, aim, pop, shoot it up (Yeah)
Boot it up, strapped up, toot it up (Woo)
It’s game time, put me in, I’m suited up
Bitch, I’m good enough (Yeah), I don’t need the luck (Yeah)
Heartbreaker like Suzie, hotter than jacuzzi
Make her bob, open mouth like a scary movie (Ah)
I got 10 cars, park them like Lil Uzi (Yeah)
The proof’s in the income, I ain’t gotta prove it (No)
She got a man, nigga, I ain’t stupid
But the way you work that body, you gon’ have to lose it
And that pussy good, show me how you use it (Yeah)
Step by step, baby, go through it (Ayy)

[Chorus: Tyga]
I’m a balla, baby, he ain’t got no game (Ayy)
I’m a big dog, baby, rock big chains (Big dog)
And I need a super freak like Rick James (Ayy)
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang (Come on)
Make that shit bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang

[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
Yeah, talk to me nicely
Fifty on the chain, oh my god, I’m so pricey
Mami, she Spanish, she keep it so spicy
When she throw it back, she like, “Papi, don’t bite me”
Yeah, make her bend down
She ‘gon let me clip when I’m in town
Big Bentley truck, rolled her tints down
10k a month, Hell’s Kitchen in Midtown (Yeah)
L.A. to New York, Bicoastal
I’m international, not local
A band for these vintage Chanel bifocals
If you ain’t talkin’ bags, then I’m antisocial, be gone

[Chorus: Tyga]
Ayy, I’m a balla, baby, he ain’t got no game
I’m a big dog, baby, rock big chains
And I need a super freak like Rick James
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang

Vampire Weekend – Jerusalem, New York, Berlin Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
I know I loved you then
I think I love you still
But this prophecy of ours
Has come back dressed to kill
Three stones on a mountain
Three small holes in a field
You’ve given me the big dream
But you can’t make it real

[Chorus]
O, wicked world
Just think what could have been
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
All I do is lose, but baby
All I want’s to win
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin

[Verse 2]
A hundred years or more
It feels like such a dream
An endless conversation since 1917
Now the battery is too hot
It’s burning up in its tray
Young marriages are melting
And dying where they lay

[Chorus]
O, wicked world
Just think what could have been
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
All I do is lose but baby
All I want’s to win
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin

[Verse 3]
Our tongues will fall so still
Our teeth will all decay
A minute feels much longer
With nothing left to say
So let them win the battle
But don’t let them restart
That genocidal feeling
That beats in every heart

[Chorus]
O, wicked world
Just think what could have been
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
All I do is lose but baby
All I want’s to win
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin

P!nk – 90 Days Lyrics

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[Intro: P!nk]
No-no-no, no-no-no, no
Hey
No-no-no, no-no-no, no

[Verse 1: P!nk]
We’re driving in a black car
And it’s blacked out and we’re spinnin’
We’re listening to “Fast Car”
And you’re driving fast and you’re singin’
Don’t wanna tell you what I’m feelin’
Don’t want this night to hit a ceiling
I’m wearing dirty white shoes
A white t-shirt and your jacket
I’m laughing, but I’m lying
When you’re smiling, I’m the saddest
I hide my face so you don’t see it
I think out loud, hope you don’t hear it

[Pre-Chorus: P!nk & Wrabel]
It’s going on 18 months now
And it’s fucked up, but I’m falling
I feel it every day now
But I’m stallin’, but I’m stallin’
I’m here, but I’m in pieces
And I don’t know how to fix this
And I don’t know how to fix this, no

[Chorus: P!nk & Wrabel]
If I’m just somebody that you’re gonna leave
And you don’t feel something when you look at me
You’re holdin’ my heart, mmm, whatcha say?
Just let me down slowly, I’ll be okay
If you’re just some habit that I gotta break
I can clear my system in 90 days
You’re holdin’ my heart, mmm, whatcha say?
Just let me down slowly

[Verse 2: Wrabel]
I get up, turn the lights out
And it’s four o’clock in the morning
I close my eyes, I can’t sleep
A hotel room in New York, and
I feel the space that’s in between us
Convince myself that this is real love

[Pre-Chorus: Wrabel & P!nk, Wrabel]
‘Cause you made this shit so easy
And I told you my secrets
So I don’t know why I’m tongue tied
At the wrong time when I need this
I’m here, but I’m in pieces
And I don’t know how to fix this
And I don’t know how to fix this, no

[Chorus: P!nk & Wrabel]
If I’m just somebody that you’re gonna leave
And you don’t feel something when you look at me
You’re holdin’ my heart, mmm, whatcha say?
Just let me down slowly, I’ll be okay
If you’re just some habit that I gotta break
I can clear my system in 90 days
You’re holdin’ my heart, mmm, whatcha say?
Just let me down slowly

[Bridge: P!nk & Wrabel]
I-I-I, I-I-I, I-I-I
Ooh, no
We’re drivin’ in your fast car, your fast car
We’re drivin’ in your fast car, your fast car
We’re drivin’ in your fast car, your fast car
We’re drivin’ all night
We’re drivin’ in your fast car, your fast car, yeah
We’re drivin’ in your fast car, your fast car, yeah
We’re drivin’ in your fast car, your fast car, yeah
We’re drivin’ all night

[Chorus: P!nk & Wrabel, P!nk]
If I’m just somebody that you’re gonna leave
And you don’t feel something when you look at me
You’re holdin’ my heart, mmm, whatcha say?
(Oh, you’re holdin’ my heart)
Just let me down slowly, I’ll be okay
If you’re just some habit that I gotta break (Gotta break)
I can clear my system in 90 days
You’re holdin’ my heart, mmm, whatcha say?
(Oh, you’re holdin’ my heart)
Just let me down slowly

Dreezy – Play Wit Ya Lyrics

[Intro]
Day trip took it to 10

[Chorus]
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny
Drinking it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop a little bitch, photobomb
Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut It)
Hot but can’t get my number (No)
I curve him as soo as he pitch (Sorry)
Head-to-toe in Saint Laurent (Drip)
I didn’t come to play wit ya (Nah)
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny
Drinking it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop a little bitch, photobomb
Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut It)
Hot but can’t get my number (No)
I curve him as soo as he pitch (Sorry)
Head-to-toe in Saint Laurent (Drip)
I didn’t come to play wit ya (Nah)

[Verse 1]
In the A, have 40 inches
Head-to-toe, it get expensive (Cash)
Carter lenses for my vision (Barney)
I see you fake niggas pretending (Rats)
You burnt, you ran out of minutes (You burnt)
Your hoe come ’round and get litty (He lit)
President of the bad bitches (Grrat)
They salute the kid like lieutenant (Salute)
Get fishing on jail, dripping on [?]
Rocking some shit that I can’t even spell
Louis my shell, blue money trail
My F for Fendy, you F is for fail
[?] like soldier
Pop off your top like Corona (Pop)
Motor sound like it’s a polar
Ice on a choker, my bitch look older
She shakin’ ass like she came from Illinois (Shake that ass)
He a dog, I like paw
I ain’t fine at all (No)
I just tear down the mall (Take that shit)
Fuck it, I buy it all (I want it all)
Shit on you like a star, ugh
We the youngest involved
That’s my voice, need a hold

[Chorus]
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny
Drinking it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop a little bitch, photobomb
Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut It)
Hot but can’t get my number (No)
I curve him as soo as he pitch (Sorry)
Head-to-toe in Saint Laurent (Drip)
I didn’t come to play wit ya (Nah)
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny
Drinking it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop a little bitch, photobomb
Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut It)
Hot but can’t get my number (No)
I curve him as soo as he pitch (Sorry)
Head-to-toe in Saint Laurent (Drip)
I didn’t come to play wit ya (Nah)

[Verse 2]
Can’t wait for a minute, impatient, go get it, I need it, my fingers is itching, ugh
Vacation, I’m living, got so many Benjamins, they think I’m gettin’ it printed (Nah, I ain’t)
I came with them racks, you dig? (What’s up?)
This OG, you’re smoking on med (Look here)
Still living in your momma crib
You can’t even come for the kids
Smoke ’em and dump, Louboutin pump
Bloody walk in, you just bleed, want some [?] (Yeah)
I’m in that Ghost, you can say the whip hunnid
I walk in your trap and I do what I want (Do what I want)
Just spend like 30
I got enough bread to feed you lil’ birdies
Bought out diamond district
I’m up in New York, my [?] racks
Speakin’ out facts (Turnt)
I get turnt up to the max (Turnt)
I used to juggin’ up x (Runnin’)
Now, I’m [?] relax, ugh
I’m eatin’ spaghetti and catfish
Pull up in that [?] back to back (Skrt)
Have this hair lookin’ like cataracts (I’m high)
I’m in the club throwin’ up that kind of racks (Racks)

[Chorus]
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny
Drinking it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop a little bitch, photobomb
Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut It)
Hot but can’t get my number (No)
I curve him as soo as he pitch (Sorry)
Head-to-toe in Saint Laurent (Drip)
I didn’t come to play wit ya (Nah)
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny
Drinking it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop a little bitch, photobomb
Croppin’ you right out the picture (Cut It)
Hot but can’t get my number (No)
I curve him as soo as he pitch (Sorry)
Head-to-toe in Saint Laurent (Drip)
I didn’t come to play wit ya (Nah)

Eamon – Born and Bred Lyrics

Born and bred in the dungeon, ain’t it something
I’ve been fed in abundance pain and suffering
Just when you thought that you were getting on out
On my knees begging, hoping you light this fire

The fifth borough, late night on the corner, mob ties, everybody’s gotta line of order
Wu-Tang shout when the party jump off
Staten Island struggle on the bridge bodies jump off
It’s a whole new world. Everybody see the pain, little boy, little girl
Sunday dinner, old school thinker, everybody know the code when the feds linger

It’s the land of broken dreams, where the hopeless hide and the strong survive whoa
I’ve been waiting all to long seeing mama cry, it’s like it’s on my life whoa

Born and bred in the dungeon, ain’t it something
I’ve been fed in abundance pain and suffering
Just when you thought that you were getting on out
On my knees begging, hoping you light this fire

Ooh tell me where you get a better slice
Where you get a piece of the pie that’s realer than the apple
The last borough to hold the yuppies off, when you mingle with the people then you feel the old New York
Jesus Christ, will You save this island
I stopped counting how many kids I grew up with are dead forever or dads locked up in penitentiaries doing dimes or better

It’s the land of broken dreams, where the hopeless hide and the strong survive whoa
I’ve been waiting all to long seeing mama cry, it’s like it’s on my life whoa

Born and bred in the dungeon, ain’t it something
I’ve been fed in abundance pain and suffering
Just when you thought that you were getting on out
On my knees begging, hoping you light this fire

Lin-Manuel Miranda – Cheering For Me Now Lyrics

[Intro]
So they’re cheering for me now
In the streets, hear them cheering for me now
Right up Broadway, they’re cheering for me now
And one day, all the enemies I’ve made might hold their own parade
But not today

[Verse 1]
I came here with nothing
Like hundreds before me
And millions behind me
You know you can find me in New York
Where everyone’s different
But share the same island
Polluted and loud
But you’re safe in the crowd
Here in New York

[Bridge]
Today it’s my city
Tomorrow, who knows?
Today we’re a country
Let’s see how that goes

[Verse 2]
Upstate doesn’t trust us
They’re safe in their sameness
They’re scared of what’s strange
But each corner means change
Here in New York
Where else can you wander
And hear every language
We fight like a marriage
Then share the same carriage
We suffer the weather
We bind and we tether
This nation together

[Verse 3]
I’m just getting started
And time’s of the essence
I can’t say I’ve made it
But I’d never trade it
They’ve thrown a parade
Ha!
In my New York

[Outro]
Cheering for me now
Can you hear them cheering for me now

Jaden Smith – FALLEN Part 2 Lyrics

[Intro]
Let your heart just rest on mine girl
The more I love, the more I like
Let your heart just rest on mine girl
The more I love, the more I like
Let your heart just rest on mine girl
Look at yours, it’s alright
I just wanna hold you tight girl
The more I love, the more I like
Let your heart just rest on mine girl
The more I love, the more I like
Let your heart just rest on mine

[Verse 1]
Remember the time, when our hips were tight
You’re my reminder, I need to find
Girl we came so close
I still got your clothes sitting in my room
While I play this music
You’re not my girl no more, let the rain just pour
While I lay here and listen to music
Staring at the city lights on the bright side
You found another guy, just hope you’re alright
Sure you’ll be alright, prolly hold you tight
Don’t you worry bout how I feel tonight
Girl tomorrow I’ll catch another flight
I’ll be sitting by you, so we didn’t try
I don’t wanna cry, don’t want butterflies
Girl, you gotta fly, said I love you, and I didn’t lie

[Verse 2]
You’re all I know
I still got your poems hanging in my room
While I play this music
I can’t find you at home, at least I know you’re gone
Summer’s chasing away, and now your’re losing
Staring at the city lights on the bright side
I don’t wanna see you on the edge
You found another guy, just hope you’re alright
I just wanna see you in my bed, I’m stalling
Sure you’ll be alright, prolly hold you tight
Baby girl, this love is not a game
Don’t you worry bout how I feel tonight
Girl tomorrow I’ll catch another flight
Baby girl this love is not a game
I’ll be sitting by you, so we didn’t try
Life and death are really not the same
Tryna make it right, tryna make a life
Tryna butterfly, said you gotta fly
You know

[Verse 3]
Harsh reality, soul fatality
Heart capacity, couldn’t handle your audacity
Often they laugh at me, sweet tooth flow causing a cavity
So I floss on these jokers, gotta call when they consult me
An my wrist on water like the faucet attached to me
We a monster, a masterpiece
Just because this is our current situation
Doesn’t mean this is how it has to be
Things changes drastically, you was acting dramatic
I was sitting here passively, contemplating my actions
I’m in the state where I really feel like we never happened
All I have is my raps and these crumpled poems in trash cans
In the back of your mom’s house with the stairways in them New York apartments
When I said I was the hardest, girl, those times were the darkest
You gave me the magic, a goddess, with all that Harry Potter shit
I hope one day you just stop and acknowledge this
I put my jacket down for you in the rain, that’s only common sense
I try to fix all your problems even when I ain’t cause ’em
And we working with our egos and we know that’s colossal
And then we’ll brush our love out the dust of the hills, like a fossil
I promise, Mazel Tov for the commas
At least my apologies aren’t as part of my partners
When we just tryna get it popping
Never did get that semester in college
But I told professor this my synopsis

[Bridge]
I don’t wanna se you on the edge, fallen
I just wanna see you in my bed, I’m stalling
Baby girl this love is not a game, can’t you see I’m stalling
I don’t know why you still opaque, can’t you see I’ve been calling
I dont wanna see you on the edge, fallen
I just wanna see you in my bed, I’m stalling
Baby girl this love is not a game, can’t you see I’m stalling
I know you still play with me

[Outro]
Girl I’m rolling in the Hills, too focused on the mils
Wrote a poem bout a chandelier, sunset gleaming on the rings girl We can go do a lot of thing, and me and you got a lot of dreams
Bottles in the East, and my legs are getting weak
We can make it really brief, just so we can get a-
Girl we need some sleep, you’re the one I wanna see

Dave East – No Pork Lyrics

Life
Live it
You only get one

[Verse 1]
Make a couple dollars think you cool, until your kids gettin’ followed after school
We ain’t never followed rules
I just want the crib that got the pool
Niggas jumped him, he went home and got his tool, shorty fed up
Everything on the line, you either die or give that bread up
This the Mafia so don’t be embarrassed, walk with your head up
Youngin’ with an opinion, the OGs told me to shut up
You tryna open shop, go get a gun before you set up
Shots’ll give your body a physical, fuck a check up
I know Yankees fans that’ll kill you just cause the Mets up
Never will I let up
The girls that couldn’t talk on the phone is givin’ the head up
How much of this can measure?
No scale, I was eyeballin’ that product
Watched a couple niggas die over that product
I got high and I forgot it
Magnum on me, Lil had the Charger, nigga we dodged it
Malik was all about bitches on some Chico DeBarge shit
Henny, drunk it straight, we wouldn’t mix a drink
Bando waking me up out my sleep, I’m off a perc in front of medicine
Now when it get cold, I just hope my daughter can fit her mink
The hottest in New York, I could give a fuck what you niggas think
Gelato, smell it on us, we pull up, they like “them niggas stink”
You not a boss, niggas still sending you to get a drink
I told Mack, empty that shit if you see a nigga blink
Was sellin’ grams, but Cam had me wantin’ to go and get it pink
When Pegasus was open
We born into this shit, niggas is chosen
Seen niggas lose they life over clothing
I told Shoota, we gon’ get rich no matter what
They was happy when we was done, now we see them they mad as fuck
We ain’t gotta live in the projects no more, I dropped out, but it’s funny, I’m hittin’ college on tour
I need them fresh, cop them again if I copped them before
Charlotte Hornets, top and bottom colored Aqua Valore
Ikey used to let me in after the locks on the door
I ain’t speeding, I ain’t smoking, fuck you stopping me for?
I hid my first .38 behind the socks in my drawer
My momma asked me “Why you got a gun? You not goin’ to war”
If I go get her cigarettes, it might be opps at the store
I’m servin’ with no tennis net, I might get stopped by the law
Pooch said he paranoid, he had some rocks in his drawers
They on a mission, kill the witness and they all might get off
I keep some money on my phone just cause they bro might’ve called
Might die speaking out of turn, niggas don’t know when to talk
We do it big, fuck a pig, cook my food with no pork
Just tryna win, cause I ain’t really in the mood for no loss
Can’t be scared of the night, you already knew it got dark
Keep it trill and try to build, that’s what I do when I talk
A month for rent just for the heels, look at her shoes as she walk
I’m tryna listen, and honestly, I’m just not choosing to talk
That Maybach just got washed, take off your shoes in my car
Them niggas that never supported act like you been a star
Wine sippin, twistin’ cigars
I’m watchin’ Steven Segal, thinking I ain’t need a dollar from niggas, just need a call
Ask me how I’m doin’
Communication out the window, that’s how shit get ruined
I won’t go unless my crew in
I always been a student
I roll with a bunch of Devils in blue, I’m on some Duke shit
Got bitches on some Luke shit
Took xanax out my diet, cause it used to make my mood switch
Live or die, it ain’t up to you, a law gon’ choose it

[Outro]
Live or die, it ain’t up to you, a law gon’ choose it
Live or die, it ain’t up to you, a law gon’ choose it

Lil B – BasedGod Ish Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy man you already know it’s your boy Lil B
We turnt up out here man
We got everything worldwide
Shout out to the East Coast, we in it

[Verse]
Fuck my bitch cause you based nigga
In the hood with my hipster niggas and my skater niggas
Wear pink, you ain’t based nigga
I rep that based nigga
Based World we ain’t racist nigga, fuck your race nigga
BasedGod you a pretty bitch. fuck a nigga bitch
BasedGod you can fuck my bitch, it’s pretty boy clique
Shout out Philadelphia, my niggas in New York
All my New Jersey go dumb when this start
If you from the East coast make some noise in this bitch
If you from the whole world make some noise in this bitch
My niggas get lit, my niggas go dumb
Riding low in the car, music loud smoking blunts
I don’t fuck with old hoes, I keep a young ho
BasedGod fucked my main bitch cause he’s really my bro
Woo, woo, woo, woo, that’s how it go
BasedGod fuck my ho

I’m on some BasedGod shit, please fuck my bitch
You the pretty bitch, it’s the BasedGod bitch
You can fuck my bitch, please fuck my bitch
BasedGod, please fuck my bitch

Fuck these bitches ooh
BasedGod fuck these bitches swag
Fuck these bitches ooh
BasedGod fuck these bitches swag
Fuck these bitches ooh
BasedGod fuck these bitches swag
Fuck these bitches ooh
BasedGod fuck these bitches swag

[Outro]
They know how we go
BasedGod
Like I said, options all that feel me
We tapped in

6ix9ine – BREAKIN IT DOWN Lyrics

[Hook: 6ix9ine & Hudson Flo]
I’m breaking it down (stupid!)
A scam, I heard that boy running around with the packs
So I’m taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold (you fucking dummy)
You know we ain’t making a sound (what)
You thinking about playing around with my respect
I’m making it blaow (blaow!) I’m making it blaow (blaow!)
I’m breaking it down (what)
A scam, I heard that boy running around with the packs
So I’m taking him down (ywhat)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold
You know we ain’t making a sound (big stupid)
You thinking about playing around with my respect
I’m making it blaow (blaow!) I’m making it blaow (blaow!)

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Wish I could bring Pun back, blaow, nigga, run that
‘Til they let Rowdy out, we gon’ let these semis out
Wish I could bring Stacks back, Chad, let the MAC clap
‘Til they free Biggavel, gotta give you niggas hell
Blicky make the nigga yell, beam hit his knees
Made him scream, when that nigga fell, shootout with the law
Or the morgue ‘fore I sit in jail, niggas say they love me
I can see it in these niggas eyes, they don’t wish me well
I don’t need their company, they smilin’ when a nigga fell
Seein’ that I’m poppin’, then the shotgun, like the third round
Order stitches for these snitches, dead men tell no tales
Diggin’ ditches for these niggas, toss ’em in, so well
Drive-by, leave him in the street, nigga, road kill
HBA, gold fronts, let me guess, “So trill”?
Nigga, this is New York, make the wrong move
And the goons let the tool spark, work hard and move salt
8 Ball like pool holes, cracked like the pavement
Diesel like the gas station, trap out the basement
Blow in the Pyrex, mask on our faces
Let ’em act sketch, but this lead will erase ’em, on gang

[Hook: 6ix9ine & Hudson Flo]
I’m breaking it down (stupid!)
A scam, I heard that boy running around with the packs
So I’m taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold (fucking dummy)
You know we ain’t making a sound (what)
You thinking about playing around with my respect
I’m making it blaow (blaow!) I’m making it blaow (blaow!)
I’m breaking it down (stupid!)
A scam, I heard that boy running around with the packs
So I’m taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold (fucking dummy)
You know we ain’t making a sound (what)
You thinking about playing around with my respect
I’m making it blaow (blaow!) I’m making it blaow (blaow!)

[Verse 2: Hudson Flo]
Creeping through the darkness

Kodaline – Brooklyn Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I woke up miles away from home
In a cheap hotel I was on my own
Across the bridge I could see the lights of Brooklyn
The traffic on those New York streets
The yellow taxi’s underneath
The shadows of the ever growing skylines

[Chorus]
I’m a hundred thousand miles away
From Grafton Street and Dublin Bay
But there ain’t no place I’d rather be than Brooklyn
Oh Brooklyn

[Verse 2]
And out my window I can see
A homeless man with cardbord sheets
These people go about their daily business
But nothing’s ever as it seems
In this growing land of broken dreams
It’s [?] tough and nothing lasts forever

[Chorus]
And I’m a hundred thousand miles away
From Grafton Street and Dublin Bay
But there ain’t no place I’d rather be than Brooklyn
Oh Brooklyn, yeah Brooklyn
Oh Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn

[Bridge]
And I’m a hundred thousand miles away
From Grafton Street and Dublin Bay
But there ain’t no place I’d rather be
Than Brooklyn, oh Brooklyn

[Outro]
I’m a hundred thousand miles away
From Grafton Street and Dublin Bay
I’m a hundred thousand miles away
From Grafton Street and Dublin Bay
I’m a hundred thousand miles away
From Grafton Street and Dublin Bay
But there ain’t no place I’d rather be
There ain’t no place I’d rather be
Than Brooklyn, oh Brooklyn, yeah

Bryson Tiller – Finesse Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, wow
They not ready for my new shit
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I want my baby to have your eyes
I’m going against my own advice
Should I do New York? I can’t decide
Fashion week is more your thing than mine
I can’t even lie, I’d rather stay inside
I can’t do suit and tie
Can’t be in a room with you and stand on different sides
One thing at a time
I have to learn to hide
One thing at a time
Emotions running high
I wish you felt alright

[Pre-Chorus]
Just hitting my line
All the time, all the time, all oooo–
You stay on my mind
All the time, all the time (oooo)

[Chorus]
It takes some finesse
I seen you finesse
He can’t know finesse
You stay on my mind

[Verse 2]
You and your sister
Too hot to handle
Things would get cancelled
I would make time for you
Commitment
Going the distance
I’m new to all of this

[Chorus]
It takes some finesse
I seen you finesse
He can’t know finesse
You stay on my mind

[Outro]
You stay on my mind (stay)
Stay on my mind
Baby you stay on
Baby you stay on
Baby you stay on
You stay on
Baby you stay
On my mind, stay on my mind
On my mind, stay on my mind
You st–
On my mind, stay on my mind

Dua Lipa – New York (Mend My Broken Heart Tonight) Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your kiss, your touch, your hold
You know I want you all
The darkness in my soul
Tells me to let you go

[Pre-Chorus]
And I
Need you tonight
But I’m blinded by lights
So I gotta learn to live without you

[Chorus]
So please, New York
Mend my broken heart tonight
Cause I left the one I love
So please, New York
Mend my broken heart tonight
Cause I left the one I love
New York
Save me in your arms tonight
Cause I left my boy, I left my boy at home

[Post-Chorus]
I left my boy, I left my boy at home
I left my boy, I left my boy

[Verse 2]
She never sleeps at night
So nice you name her twice
Without you I’m alive
But my heart is cold as ice

[Pre-Chorus]
And I
Need you tonight
But I’m blinded by lights
So I gotta learn to live without you

[Chorus]
So please, New York
Mend my broken heart tonight
Cause I left the one I love
So please, New York
Mend my broken heart tonight
Cause I left the one I love
New York
Save me in your arms tonight
Cause I left my boy, I left my boy at home

[Post-Chorus]
I left my boy, I left my boy
I left my boy, I left my boy
I left my boy, I left my boy
I left my boy, I left my boy

[Bridge]
I ran away from home
I ran to follow my deams
I ran away from he
Why would he do this to me?
I needed a way out
I needed to figure how
To keep get you here with me
Maybe you are my dream

[Chorus]
So please, New York
Mend my broken heart tonight
Cause I left the one I love
So please, New York
Mend my broken heart tonight
Cause I left the one I love
New York
Save me in your arms tonight
Cause I left my boy, I left my boy at home

[Post-Chorus]
I left my boy, I left my boy at home
I left my boy, I left my boy at home
I left my boy, I left my boy
I left my boy, I left my boy
I left my boy, I left my boy

6ix9ine – FEFE lyrics

[Intro: 6ix9ine, Nicki Minaj, & Baka]
It’s f*ckin’ TR3YWAY!
It’s King of New York, lookin’ for the Queen
Uh, you got the right one
L-let these-l-let these b-b-bitches know, nigga
Queens, Brooklyn, brr, ah!
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice!

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Pussy got that wet, wet, got that drip, drip
Got that super soaker
Hit that, she a Fefe
Her name Keke, she eat my dick like it’s free free
I don’t even know like “Why I did that?”
I don’t even know like “Why I hit that?”
All I know is that I just can’t wife that
Talk to her nice so she won’t fight back
Turn around and hit it from the back, back, back
Bend her down then I make it clap, clap, clap

[Refrain: 6ix9ine]
I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no

[Verse 2: 6ix9ine]
Draco got that kick-back
When I blow that, they all do track
They don’t shoot back, one shot, close range, red dot
Head tight, yeah, I did that, yeah, I live that
Call a Uber with my shooter
With a Ruger, we gon’ do ya
Niggas say they killin’ people, but I really f*ckin’ do it

[Refrain: 6ix9ine]
I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
He-He tryna 69 like Tekashi, call him papi
Word to A$AP, keep me Rocky
I’m from New York, so I’m cocky
Say he f*ckin’ with my posse
Copped me Khloé like Kardashi’
Keep this n*gger in Versace
Said I’m pretty like Tinashe
P-Put it all up in his face, did I catch a case?
Pussy game just caught a body, but I never leave a trace
Face is pretty, ass for days
I get chips, I ask for Lay’s
I just sit back and when he done, I be like, “Yo, how’d it taste?”
(Yo, how’d it taste?!)

[Refrain: 6ix9ine]
I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no

[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo, Draco got that kick-back
When it kick-back, you can’t get yo sh*t back
In fact this that bitch
That “I hate small talk, I don’t f*ck with chit-chat”
AC just stopped workin’, so they hit me
Told me bring my wrist back
Come through rockin’ fashions
That got all these bitches like “Yo, what’s that?”

[Refrain: 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj]
I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no

[Verse 5: 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj]
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, I catch a hoe right by her toe
If she ain’t f*ckin’ me and Nicki, kick that ho right through the door
(TR3YWAY)
I don’t really want no friends, my old ho just bought this Benz
Nicki just hopped in this sh*t, now I won’t see that bitch again

[Bridge: 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj]
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe (no)
I catch a ho right by her toe (no)
If she ain’t f*ckin’ me and Nicki (no)
Kick that ho right through the door (no, TR3YWAY)

[Outro: Nicki Minaj & 6ix9ine]
Mmm, Young Money, Young Money bunny
Colorful hair, don’t care
I don’t really want no friends, I don’t really want no friends, no
I don’t really want no friends, I don’t really want no friends, no
Scum Gang!

Famous Dex – Change Up xD Lyrics

[ Intro ]
I got you lil’ bro
( Your diamonds ain’t real, put the chain up )
16 I told you, you got one
Uh what, yeah, wait

[ Hook: Famous Dex ]
Your diamonds ain’t real, put the chain up
Can’t fuck with fake niggas, man they change up, ooh
Bad bitch, watch me change, huh
And she give me brain, [?]
Your diamonds ain’t real, put the chain up
Can’t fuck with fake niggas, man they change up, ooh
Bad bitch, watch me change, huh
And she give me brain, [?]

[ Verse 1: Famous Dex ]
I don’t want you baby girl, you a slut
16 on the beat, so you know we turnin’ up, ooh
Got that dirty Sprite right up in my cup
.30 by my gun, pussy nigga try your luck
I’m with A$AP Illz in New York
Fuck all these niggas, man these niggas really dork
Ballin’ out, [?] out the court
Gucci on my shirt, want the money i need mo’
I don’t want you, baby girl you a hoe
Sniffin’ on that coke, but she know she want some more
16 on the beat, vans on my feet, i got diamonds on my teeth, ooh
Dexter

[ Hook: Famous Dex ]
Your diamonds ain’t real, put the chain up
Can’t fuck with fake niggas, man they change up, ooh
Bad bitch, watch me change, huh
And she give me brain, [?]
Your diamonds ain’t real, put the chain up
Can’t fuck with fake niggas, man they change up, ooh
Bad bitch, watch me change, huh
And she give me brain, [?]

Pitbull – Free Free Free Lyrics

[Intro: Pitbull]
Now let me take you from Miami, the pineapple
To New York, the big apple
Now let’s escape, darling

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

[Verse 1: Pitbull]
Guess who’s back? Fresh off the boat
Smelling like Bahamas, for sure
I still got the ship escape
Still the Godfather
Still el Padrino, you know
After dog, and kiss a little loose
A lotta bout 3-0-5, no goose
A straight walk a straight line, no juice
Catch me on top of that ya, no roof
Travel around the world like it’s a new sport
Move and escape to New York
Ahora ven aqui mami, dame un beso
Tu sabe que te gusta, deja eso

[Pre-Chorus: Pitbull]
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time
Baby girl, how you so fine?
Tonight you gon’ be mine (be mine)
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time (good time)
Baby girl, how you so fine? (so fine)
Tonight you gon’ be mine (that’s right)

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
Wooo
Guess who’s back? Yours truly
Mr. Independent, welcome to the new me
Nothing like freedom I’d love to be free
A world takeover, times three
Hardest working man in the game, that’s me
He’s done, he’s over, he’s finished, let’s see (yeah right)
You clearly don’t know me
Mami wanna have some fun, mami show me
Mami wanna party, I poured her some Voli
She said I remember you at [?]
I said baby that’s the old me
Ahora ven aqui mami, dame un beso
Tu sabe que te gusta, deja eso

[Pre-Chorus: Pitbull]
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time
Baby girl, how you so fine?
Tonight you gon’ be mine (be mine)
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time (good time)
Baby girl, how you so fine? (so fine)
Tonight you gon’ be mine (that’s right)

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

[Hook: Theron Theron]
Go like kambo, take me down low down low
Party tempo, to the congo
We’ve been drinkin’, making right decisions
There’s no limit, everybody’s singing

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

XXXTENTACION – God Bless The Dead Lyrics

Remix By DJ FORGOTTEN

[Verse 1 – XXXTENTACION]

You ever seen a nigga hung with a gold chain?
I’d rather sing about the same things that we claim
Such is bashful, but niggas like the task force
Mobbin’ on the streets and robbin’ stores in ski masks, bruh
Niggas ask for peace in a riot and bring violence
‘Cause it’s a game of cat and mouse and you gon’ bleed silent
What’s the justice in sayin’ fuck it and grab the pump?
Then kill a woman with many children makes you a chump
Look at all the stores you wreckin’, nigga I reckon
Think about the people who own it for about a second
I know you got your problems, but brother, they got theirs
This is not a game, quit violence and grow a pair
But yo, you’d rather hear me say, “Fuck black prejudice!”
“Let’s murder different races, grow hatred, and form irrelevant!”
Views and etcetera, knives thrown
Damage ’em, lives blown, oblivion hole cold, oblivious
I won’t dare say that you should stop the fuckin’ ignorance
Murder ops, killin’ shit, I’d enjoy the thrill of it
Bath in blood of officers, different corpses, offin’ ’em
Auction ’em, don’t you bark at ’em
Murder ’em, never heard of ’em

[Verse 2 – Notorious B.I.G.]

Now I’m thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream
On the drug scene, fuck a football team:
Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearing the coach scream ain’t my lifetime dream!
I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up
So school I didn’t show up, it fucked my flow up
Mom said that I should grow up and check myself
Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself
Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn’t see it
Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it
Rap was secondary, money was necessary
Until I got incarcerated–kinda scary
C74-Mark 8 set me straight
Not able to move behind the great steel gate
Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?
All the money I stacked was all the money for bail

[Verse 3 – 2Pac]

God bless the dead and buried, nigga, don’t worry
If you see God first, tell him shit got worse
I ain’t mad, I know you representin’ the crew
And I can picture you in heaven with a blunt and a brew
Fuck the world, pain was a part of the game
If you a baller, money went as quick as it came
My role models gone or they locked in the pen
Straight hustlers caught up in the whirlwind
The other day I thought I seen my homeboy Biggy
Sayin’ shit don’t stop, nigga, no pity
We all hoods and all we ever had was dreams
Money makin’ motherfuckers plot scandalous schemes
In the gutter you learn to have a criminal mind
I was addicted to tryin’, never meant to do time
My epitaph will read “was the last of G’s”
Kicked the shit to make the white man bleed
God bless the dead

NEEDTOBREATHE – Darling lyrics

[Chorus]
Darling, won’t you talk with me for a little while?
We ain’t got nowhere to be, oh and I’ve come so many miles
Darlin’, won’t you talk with me for a little while?
Or at least until the baby cries or we both fall asleep

[Verse 1]
Oh I’ve been gone for so long
I’m tired of seeing these things on my own
I don’t wanna do this alone
I don’t need New York or Paris or Rome
O don’t wanna be on these screens
I don’t care about all these places or things
I just wanna be there with you
The only thing that carries me through

[Chorus]
Darling, won’t you talk to me for a little while?
We ain’t got nowhere to be, oh and I’ve come so many miles
Darlin’, won’t you talk to me for a little while?
Or at least until the baby cries or we both fall asleep

[Verse 2]
Oh and I know it’s hard to be home
Tryin’ to take care of a house on your own
I know that I’m supposed to be gone
Well maybe that’s true, but it feels like it’s wrong
I spend all these great nights alone
With strangers and vagrants that I’ll never know
I just wanna be there with you
The only one that carries me through

[Chorus]
Darling, won’t you talk to me for a little while?
We ain’t got nowhere to be, oh and I’ve come so many miles
Darlin’, won’t you talk to me for a little while?
Or at least until the baby cries or we both fall asleep

[Chorus]
Darling, won’t you talk to me for a little while?
We ain’t got nowhere to be, oh and I’ve come so many miles
Darlin’, won’t you talk to me for a little while?
Or at least until the baby cries or we both fall asleep

Ted Gardestad – Jag Bygger Ett Torn lyrics

[vers 1]
Dimma i New York
Börsen har gått ner igen och flyget
Står men husen häver sig så högt som en
Fågel når

[vers2]
Vilse i New York
Staden gömmer sig i morgondis
Jag tar hissen upp mot molnen där
Sikten är fri
Jag bygger ett torn
På kärlekens grund av evigt ljus
Jag bygger ett torn för oss
Med utsikt av änglars hus

[vers 3]
Skymning i New York
Ljuset rinner ut vid gatans slut
Brodway vill ta hand om mig men jag längtar
Hem till dig
Jag bygger ett torn
På kärlekens grund av evig trohet
Jag bygger ett torn för oss
Som ingen kan riva ner
Bygger ett torn för oss
………………
Jag bygger ett torn för oss
Med utsikt av änglars hus
Bygger ett torn för oss

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Way Too Fly Lyrics

[Intro: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Davido]
Yeah
Oh yeah
(Let’s go, let’s go)
Yeah
(Let’s go, let’s go)
Oh yeah

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Davido]
I’m way too fly, shine in the night time
I’m a vampire but I don’t bite, come outside when it’s daylight
But please don’t waste my time, I’m timeless I can’t lie
I bet I can hit it, give me one night (give me one night)
If I say the right lines

[Verse 1: Davido]
[?], said you the one though
Oh girl, I thought you said you the one
For your [?] girl, I’ll be a lover
[?], said you be the one
[?]
I was chilling by the bar
Sippin’ at the sea, you was having sex on the beach
Baby girl we gon’ shut down
[?], we go one time
This pussy got me on lockdown
I like it when she comes around, yeah

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Davido]
I’m way too fly, shine in the night time
I’m a vampire but I don’t bite, come outside when it’s daylight
But please don’t waste my time, I’m timeless I can’t lie
I bet I can hit it, give me one night (give me one night)
If I say the right lines

[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I got the juice baby, yeah, put you in the mood baby, yeah
Sex with you was too crazy, yeah, wish there was two of you baby
Yeah, I need two of you, you should move how I move too, yeah
Black hoodie and some black boots in the 2018 Benz coupe, yeah
Left wrist lookin’ like ooh, and my pinky ring on froze, ooh yeah
Diamonds looking so cold, like an angel in the snow, yeah oh
All my niggas on go, act crazy on the road, mm-yeah
My Patek used to be gold, now it’s 54 a show, mm-yeah

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Davido]
I’m way too fly, shine in the night time
I’m a vampire but I don’t bite, come outside when its daylight
But please don’t waste my time, I’m timeless I can’t lie
I bet I can hit it, give me one night (give me one night)
If I say the right lines

[Outro: Davido]
Shout out to my New York baby
Shout out to my [?]
Shout out to my African baby
Love to my London lady

Carnage – Visa Lyrics

[Intro]
Don’t let me, don’t let me
Don’t let me, me, me down
Don’t let me, don’t let me
Don’t let me, me, me down
You will see, you will see
You will see how
You will see

[Verse 1]
You will see how I want you bad
See you at my place
She knows I do this for a reason
I want you in the deep end
But I know how to treat you
You’re crazy if you think I’d leave you
Baby I am what you need, oh
What you need, oh

[Chorus]
But I’d do anything to please her
I’d do anything to please her
Without you, I swear I just freeze up
Let’s throw everything on Visa

[Break]
I want you bad
See you
At my place, deep end
You will…
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Young Troy, New York with your visa
Young Troy, you a genius
It’s too late, too late, I crossed the border, I’m not leavin’
You waited for me, I can’t wait to make it home
I act like I don’t need you and I know it’s wrong
But, I’d never throw your love away
I want you to stay
In the back of my mind, know you’ll stay
I’d never throw your love away
I want you to stay
In the back of my mind, know you’ll stay

[Chorus]
But I’d do anything to please her
I’d do anything to please her
Without you, I swear I just freeze up
Let’s throw everything on Visa
I would do anything to please her
We could get away from [?]
We could get away from here, to please her

[Break]
I want you bad
See you
At my place, deep end
You will…
I want you in the…
I want you bad
See you
At my place, deep end
You will…
I want you bad
See you
At my place, deep end
You will…

ASAP Rocky – A$AP Forever (feat. Moby)

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Gang, gang, gang

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
They talkin’ down on my name, don’t let ’em run off with the name
Man I just run with the gang, A$AP boys came with the flame
Gang, gang, they talkin’ down on the gang
They wanna rep with the name, but this ain’t no regular name
Gang, gang, they tryna run with the name
I might pull up with three K, but I do not fuck with no Klan
Gang gang, them boys not flexin’ the same
I’m done with adjustin’ to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell ’em don’t fuck with the gang
It’s time to fuck up the whole game!

[Verse: A$AP Rocky]
Come fuck with the Mob, shout out to the Lords and the Gods
In love with my bitch cause she bi
My ice like the stars, I tell that bitch, "Cover your eyes
Cause smokin’ with me, you go blind"
She losin’ her mind, we kiss to Frank Ocean and Blonde
Convincin’ my bitch to go blonde
Was born in the dark, I can’t even open my blinds
On Yams and that’s word to my mom
Margiela Mad Man with cases I’m still tryna beat
A bunch of shit from a long time ago
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
Like dominos, nigga, Geronimos
When it’s my time to go, adios, vamonos
Flacko no Dominicano but eat the tostones with platanos
Dealing with life and its highs and lows
I’m just livin’ like I’m supposed
I guess it’s called livin’, shit I suppose
I’m on my live alone, die VLONE
You talk about spending or buyin’ clothes
I’m ’bout my business but I’m alone
I still had the vision when I was broke, fuckin’ on bitches and foreign hoes
Flyin’ out womens to borin’ shows, I pray to God I don’t overdose
I put A$AP on my tat, I put New York on the map
I put the gang on the flame, they gon’ remember the name
They robbin’ boys for the chain, I got Goyard by the sack
I got the boof by the pack, I fucked your boo in her back

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
Gang, gang, them boys not flexing the same
I’m done with adjusting to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell ’em don’t fuck with the gang
It’s time to fuck up the whole game!
(Game, game, game, game)

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky & Khloe Anna]
Gang, gang
They tryna front on the gang, they gon’ remember my name
True to truth somehow (gang, gang)
But never truly lied at all, then and now
They tryna front on the gang
Truth somehow
Gang, A$AP boys come with the flame
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now

[Outro: Khloe Anna & Moby]
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
In my dreams, I’m dying all the time
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
Then I wake, it’s kaleidoscopic mind
But never truly lied at all
But never truly lied at all, then and now
I never meant to hurt you (then and now)
I never meant to lie

6ix9ine – Wish You Never Done That Lyrics

[Verse]
Wish you never done that, I come back
Wish you never plugged that, I bust back
Wish you never wore that, so run that
Wish I could bring South back, I love Stat
Wish you never done that, I come back
Wish you never plugged that, I bust back
Wish you never wore that, so run that
Wish I could bring South back, I love Stat

[Verse]
Wish I could bring Pun back
Blaow, nigga, run that
Tear that lil’ body, yeah we gon’ let these hoes out
Shocka bring stacks back, Kyle let the MAC clap
Tell they feet pick up, yeah, ’bout to give you niggas hell
Blicky make the nigga yell, bring me the beams
Made em scream when a nigga fell
Shootout with the law, all the Mark forces in jail
Niggas say they love me
But I can see it in these niggas’ eyes, they don’t wish me well
I don’t need the company, they smiling when a nigga fell
Seein’ that I’m poppin’ them shots I’m like “go out”
40 snitches, 40 snitches, that man’s a no-tell
Digging ditches, 40 niggas, toss ’em in, so well
Drive by, leave him in the street, nigga road-kill
HBA, gold front, let me guess, so trill?
Nigga this New York
Make the wrong move and the goon let twos spark
So work hard and move salt

[Verse]
Wish you never done that, I come back
Wish you never plugged that, I bust back
Wish you never wore that, so run that
Wish I could bring South back, I love Stat
Wish you never done that, I come back
Wish you never plugged that, I bust back
Wish you never wore that, so run that
Wish I could bring South back, I love Stat

Sean Paul & David Guetta – Mad Love (feat. Becky G)

[Intro: Becky G]
Jiggle up yuh body
Jiggle up yuh sinting

[Pre-Chorus: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Love me, love me like that
Love me like we ain’t never let go (How you mean?)
Love me, love me like that
Poco poco, muy, muy lento (Zeen!)
Take your time and do it just like we were in Jamaica or New York (Woop, woop, woop, woop)
Love me, love me like that
Love me, give me some mad love

[Chorus: Becky G]
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Love me, give me some mad love

[Verse 1: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Baby girl cau’ me lovin’ how your body fat
Gimme some a dat
Lovin’ how your booty pop when the beat drop
Come in my baby when you do it is a wrap
Love the energy when you fling it up back
Steppin’ in gyal you pepparin’, you ever look hot
Epic win gyal, you know say you never yet flop
I know I see weh mi wah fi attack
Mi eye deh ‘pon she, precise and exact

[Pre-Chorus: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Good lord, girl, yuh going so hard (Woo)
Girl your legs look the best when I’m spreadin’ the two apart
(Oh, yeah yeah yeah)
Good lord, why you going so hard? (Do it, girl)
Boy, I’m tryna to be good but you’re making me be so bad
(Bidi, bang, bang, bang)
Love me, love me like that
Love me like we ain’t never let go (How you mean?)
Love me, love me like that
Poco poco, muy, muy lento (Zeen!)
Take your time and do it just like we were in Jamaica or New York (Woop, woop, woop, woop)
Love me, love me like that
Love me, give me some mad love

[Chorus: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Love me, give me some mad love (Bidi bang)
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo (Woop, woop, woop, woop)
Love me, give me some mad love (Bidi, bang, bang, bang)

[Verse 2: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Spin like a propeller you a da in ting
Spin my girl, cau’ you know how to swing
Jiggle up your body, Jiggle up di sinting
Unquestionable you a run the sinting
Stepping in, ’bout to get it but you ever look hot
I’m the queen, boy, you know that you never yet flop
Are yoy ready fi a night of loving wid the stamina king?
Mi hear you body callin’

[Pre-Chorus: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Good lord, girl, yuh going so hard (Woo, woo, woo)
Girl your legs look the best when I’m spreadin’ the two apart
(Oh, yeah yeah yeah)
Good lord, why you makin’ it so hard?
Ain’t it good enough for you
You ready break down my guard (Bing, bing, bing)
Love me, love me like that
Love me like we ain’t never let go (Let go)
Love me, love me like that
Poco poco, muy, muy lento
Take your time and do it just like we were in Jamaica or New York
(Bidi, bang, bang, bang)
Love me, love me like that
Love me, give me some mad love

[Chorus: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Love me, give me some mad love (Bidi, bang, bang, bang)
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Love me, give me some mad love (Woop, woop, woop, woop)

Joe Budden – Where I’m From Lyrics

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
[?] not New York, but dudes get stabbed
Get shot like New York, niggas get robbed
Get got like New York, but they don’t make the news
‘Cause it’s not New York
Hope you heard me, boy, look, I’m from Jersey, boy
Where it’s still half off that [?], boy
I was driving, shotgun was Ike when that faggot on the bike
Rode by and tried to murk me boy
But chill, here’s the head crack, I’m an O.G., I don’t [?] that
[?] you nah mean?
[?] tools gon’ flare
In a society if you nobody then actually who’s gonna care?
They won’t call your next of kin, I’ll make your family aware
And the whole hood is dipped up so having sanity’s rare
I’m from where embalming fluid ain’t stop yet and city hall’s primary project
Is knocking down the projects, they ain’t finished that yet
See, I’m from carjack central, niggas’ll go in your ride
While you pick up the Jersey Journal, “Damn, so and so died”
I’m from where the dope game is bad, so every hustler can’t hustle
Tryna hustle [?] rapper
[?] a young nigga with a few bars to say
‘Cause nigga, rap’s the new wet, weed, and yay
I’m from where [?] had it locked ’til dude had him shot
For everybody to see and everybody was relieved
I’m from where the blocks is dark [?] with ya gun cocked
And the hospitals will fuck you up worse than a gunshot
From where screws is loose, gunpoint dudes strip nude
And that ain’t even half of New [?], nigga

[Ad-Libs: DJ Clue]
O-oh, o-oh
[?]
[?]
[?]

[Verse 2: Stack Bundles]
From the last stop on the [?] train where the youngun let his thang bang
We shoulda left the two [?]
Where the skies is great ’cause no stars around
[?] was the last star around
Home [?] in the street
Fourty niggas [?] fourty-first side piece
Where Edgeman, Raw P, and Redford [?]
Get your shit [?] no gettin’ it back
We’re from where bitch niggas go to jail and turn thug, and (what else?)
Crip niggas go to jail and turn Blood, and
Niggas come home, flip a lil weed
End up with barbershops and music stores with CD’s
[?] niggas on seventh was gettin’ it [?]
[?] their own workers [?] uncomfortably
Where they argue ’bout whose fuckin’ whose broad
Or whose drivin’ what cars [?] niggas hatin’ like he got that [?]
Where old heads [?] gettin’ it [?] kept gettin’ robbed
So they wanted out the game and converted to God
Where niggas play the corners ’til they pecks is done
And out-of-towners come to blam blam the cannons and run
From the other side where Queen’s niggas don’t come through much
The record exec’s wouldn’t sign us, said we’d done too much
So they ran over to Brooklyn and thought [?]
I don’t know what the fuck they thought, them niggas [?] just like us
[?] the streets get the best of you the beef’s inevitable
[?] half price, [?]
[?] the soldiers fall and thugs we are all
I’m from [?], son, just thought I’d remind y’all

[Chorus: Stack Bundles]
[?] shit’s thorough [?] son
Ain’t nothin’ nice (nothin’, nothin’)
[?] shit’s thorough [?] son
Ain’t nothin’ nice (nothin’, nothin’)

Slim Thug – Twiy

[Intro]
We short a coupla mil
I go on the street for it
Make a coupla moves
A mil here and there, no? Ok?
Time is gold, we gotta expand
The whole operation, Mr Brewster
New York, Chicago, L.A
We gotta set our own mark, and enforce it

[Verse 1]
We some young boss niggas that stay up on our job
So now we living like the mob
Like the President, that’s me and my squad, nigga
My niggas hustle hard, shine hard, cause I grind hard
Getting paid. living life like superstars, got it made
I ain’t lying man, I swear to God
We on our J’s all night and day, no sleep
Been four day, niggas always wonder how I’m winning
Because I hustle every day, and don’t do no spending
All my Ace of Spade days way in the past
I only celebrate birthdays and fuck off the cash
Kept spending but a hustler had to invest
Fuck fucking off the cash, just to stay fresh
Thinking back on them days, all the money I made
Could have bought another crib with all that money I paid
Everyday I’m on my grind trying to get to it
And if you use your mind, I bet you can do it
Niggas love to act blind and try to play stupid
Just leave their lazy ass behind and go keep it moving
Ten cars back to back, you can tell we living large
We living like the mob
Police on my dick, ’cause I got a hundred cars
We some hood superstars, all my niggas instant millionaires
Moving keys, been real for a long time
We OG’s, in the hood you can ask about me
They know me, I been balling before you big timers had O.z’s
Can’t be silent, words match my actions
If I say I’mma do it then I make it happen
When I hit that Boulevard girls get attracted (they watching)
’cause they see some black kings that’s out here to have them
We some young boss niggas that stay up on our job
So now we living like the mob, well enough
Like the President, that’s me and my squad
My niggas hustle hard, hard

[Outro]
I never fucked anybody over in my life
Didn’t have any cut, you got that?
All I have in this world is my balls
I work, I don’t break ’em for nobody
Do you understand?
Me I want what’s coming to me
What’s coming to me
The world and everything in it

Chuck Strangers – Style Wars (feat. Joey Bada$$)

[Verse 1: Chuck Strangers]
I wanna thank god for this vibe
I’m just layed up high
Thinking fuck a job I’ll rather boss up on somethin’ I believe in
Sonic aesthetically pleasing
Niggas claiming they the best while Rakim still breathin’
Do your Googles nigga I’m in control of things
God and I move together is two
Manifesting a move steady reppin’ the crew
We warriors with the rhymin’
Shouts to Oakland but the warriors from Coney Island
On them rooftops lit one up for 2Pac
Because this is murder rap
Think how quick we grew up low key insane
My best friend she snort cane guess life is like a dice game
Should I risk it with the biscuit that’s when the cops came
The dynamic of my whole block changed
Yo it’s a John Stark
New York mentality
Faded and miseducated 24 years and made it
Now niggas can express they selves
Times I need to be alone
Turn off the MP shut off my phone and just zone
I think of home when I need to be strong
Been rollin’ up no more hittin’ the bong
It’s different phases I’m on when I be writin’ these songs
You can have my heart sing the tales of the light
That the dark run the dark sing painting prosperity
Chopped and new shipment now I got all my equipment
So now I’m plottin’ on some necklaces
Mercedes or the Lexus shit
You can see it in my eyes I got nigga rich endeavours
They gon’ try to hide and make it sound clever
While a metronome tick like a fake Rolex
I wonderin’ who owns next
I just wanna fuck you
Singin’ ass bitch don’t take the curve personal
I’m just tryin’ not to work with you
I’mma be stuntin’ on all the lame niggas who pass me

Frank Sinatra – Theme From New York, New York Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Start spreadin’ the news
I’m leavin’ today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York

[Verse 2]
These vagabond shoes
Are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it
New York, New York

[Bridge]
I want to wake up
In a city that doesn’t sleep
And find I’m king of the hill
Top of the heap…

[Verse 3]
These little-town blues
Are melting away
I’ll make a brand new start of it
In old New York
If I can make it there
I’ll make it anywhere
It’s up to you
New York, New York
New York, New York

[Bridge]
I want to wake up in a city
That never sleeps
And find I’m “A” number one
Top of the list
King of the hill, “A” number one…

[Verse 4]
These…little town…. blues
Are…melting away
I’m gonna make a brand new start of it
In old New York

[Outro]
And… If I can make it there
I’m gonna make it anywhere
It’s up to you
New York, New Yoooooooooork…
New Yooork!

Lil B – Dior Denim Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Bitch you know what the fuck this is (Swag)
Based doubled out with the pussy on top
Ask my cousin if I spank them bitches
Know if she suck dick, I’ma take them bitches
With a mouth full of spit
Pay 50 thousand dollars for a top notch bitch
Girls love me cause I punish them bitches
For talking
Went to New York to the Yankee Stadium
Fuck 30 bitches, dude you be raping ’em
Fuck model girls in the ass, I’m classy
Young BasedGod told the bitch she nasty
Paid a couple G’s just to pop some bottles
I be fucking hood rats and I fuck them models
Don’t discriminate even though I’m famous
[?] be surprised when I come to the hood
Got a iced out ring bitch look like Jesus
Got the chrome .45 with extended pieces
Bitch I be looking so good
I’m like baby, come from the hood

[Interlude]
Real nigga, yeah bitch
Ayy bitch, I’m a-I’m a real nigga with a 50 inch dick
A-list model, bitch you can suck my dick

[Verse 2]
In LA with Travis Barker
Riding in the scraper, no Aston Martin
Real
Real niggas don’t divide, we just keep on riding, you feel me

[Interlude 2]
Red Flame Devil Music
Ayy I got a fucking chest cold and I’m still doing shit
Bitch that’s why I’m relaxed bitch
I got a fucking bronchio-cold or something
Whatever it is
Got a little mucus in my chest fucking bitch
And the bitches still suck my dick cause they love me
Bitches love me
I don’t understand how niggas be calling me gay when all the bitches love me
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