NAUGHTY BOY – One Chance To Dance lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m no professional dancer
Baby, I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But I would learn any move
Get with any groove
Just to dance with you
I’ll let my feet do the talking
I met her out when I’m walking
Show you what I can do
And you know it’s true
When I dance with you

[Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh, give me your hand
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I’ll be who I am
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Post-Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me one chance, one chance to dance
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Verse 2]
I’m no professional dancer
Baby, give me your answer
I’ll practice everyday
Don’t care what record plays
When I dance with you
You take the lead and I’ll follow
I’ll take my pride and I’ll swallow
May not have Jagger moves
But I ain’t gonna lose
When I dance with you

[Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh, give me your hand
I’ll be who I am
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Post-Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me one chance, one chance to dance
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Bridge]
And if I fall to my knees
I won’t crumble and freeze
I’ll pick myself up and I’ll try it again, and again until you see
I’ll take you by the hand
Just listen to me
Oh baby, if you could just give me a half of a chance
To make you understand
I know exactly who I am
I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Post-Chorus]
Give me one chance, one chance to dance
Give me one chance, one chance to dance
I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But give me one chance, one chance to dance
One chance, one chance to dance
One chance, one chance to dance

Naughty Boy – One Chance To Dance lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m no professional dancer
Baby, I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But I would learn any move
Get with any groove
Just to dance with you
I’ll let my feet do the talking
I met her out when I’m walking
Show you what I can do
And you know it’s true
When I dance with you

[Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh, give me your hand
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I’ll be who I am
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Post-Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me one chance, one chance to dance
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me one chance, one chance to dance

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[Verse 2]
I’m no professional dancer
Baby, give me your answer
I’ll practice everyday
Don’t care what record plays
When I dance with you
You take the lead and I’ll follow
I’ll take my pride and I’ll swallow
May not have Jagger moves
But I ain’t gonna lose
When I dance with you

[Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh, give me your hand
I’ll be who I am
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Post-Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me one chance, one chance to dance
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Bridge]
And if I fall to my knees
I won’t crumble and freeze
I’ll pick myself up and I’ll try it again, and again until you see
I’ll take you by the hand
Just listen to me
Oh baby, if you could just give me a half of a chance
To make you understand
I know exactly who I am
I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Post-Chorus]
Give me one chance, one chance to dance
Give me one chance, one chance to dance
I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But give me one chance, one chance to dance
One chance, one chance to dance
One chance, one chance to dance

Kris Wu – Deserve (feat. Travis Scott)

[Intro: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yah

[Verse 1: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
I got all this money, so I know you won’t expect this (yahhh)
Runnin’ on the low-low, but I know that you interested
I just made a call, you and your girls is on the guest list (yah, yah)
Maybe you’re still liquor, but I swear I wanna French kiss (it’s lit)
And that body on you girl, I promise that’s impressive
Rollie on my wrist, I’m trynna chill, but still I’m flexin’
Baby, you a star and all these others girls is extras (yah)
I been on the block, I’m trynna build with you like Tetris, oh (straight up)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you’re a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Kris Wu]
I might write a song about you tonight (you tonight)
You the perfect melody for the life (and what I like)
Let me make you famous, Michael Jackson dangerous
You my favorite song, add you to my playlist (oh)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
You don’t gotta sleep alone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak
Shawty, you belong with me
Let me get you in your zone
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Outro: Kris Wu]
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah

KRIS WU – Deserve lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yah

[Verse 1: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
I got all this money, so I know you won’t expect this (yahhh)
Runnin’ on the low-low, but I know that you interested
I just made a call, you and your girls is on the guest list (yah, yah)
Maybe you’re still liquor, but I swear I wanna French kiss (it’s lit)
And that body on you girl, I promise that’s impressive
Rollie on my wrist, I’m trynna chill, but still I’m flexin’
Baby, you a star and all these others girls is extras (yah)
I been on the block, I’m trynna build with you like Tetris, oh (straight up)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you’re a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Kris Wu]
I might write a song about you tonight (you tonight)
You the perfect melody for the life (and what I like)
Let me make you famous, Michael Jackson dangerous
You my favorite song, add you to my playlist (oh)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
You don’t gotta sleep alone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak
Shawty, you belong with me
Let me get you in your zone
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Outro: Kris Wu]
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah

Kris Wu – Deserve lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yah

[Verse 1: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
I got all this money, so I know you won’t expect this (yahhh)
Runnin’ on the low-low, but I know that you interested
I just made a call, you and your girls is on the guest list (yah, yah)
Maybe you’re still liquor, but I swear I wanna French kiss (it’s lit)
And that body on you girl, I promise that’s impressive
Rollie on my wrist, I’m trynna chill, but still I’m flexin’
Baby, you a star and all these others girls is extras (yah)
I been on the block, I’m trynna build with you like Tetris, oh (straight up)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

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[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you’re a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Kris Wu]
I might write a song about you tonight (you tonight)
You the perfect melody for the life (and what I like)
Let me make you famous, Michael Jackson dangerous
You my favorite song, add you to my playlist (oh)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
You don’t gotta sleep alone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak
Shawty, you belong with me
Let me get you in your zone
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Outro: Kris Wu]
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah

IDK – Pizza Shop (feat. Yung Gleesh)

Part I

[Intro]
Blow your mind

[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
This that drive-by
This that Shawty Lo in Impala
Hello out the whip
With the clip, make you bye-bye
Roll the windows up
Hotbox, smokin’ la la
Roll the windows down
See the opps, it’s a problem
Shit, really I’m a good boy
But that Trapaholics tag turned me to a hood boy
Blunt guts on the floor, I’m a Backwood boy
Lookin’ at me wrong, make you wish you never looked, boy
Screamin’ out the window like, "Fuck you, pay me"
Stick you for the cash like my nickname Baby (brrr)
Used to have a job, but that job barely paid me
Charley’s Grilled Subs tried to minimum wage me, lately
Hangin’ with my niggas makes me wanna start trouble
If they fight, I’ma fight, make this shit a royal rumble
I’m a gang gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’ run

[Chorus: Yung Gleesh & Jay IDK]
Here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ licks, ayy
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ licks, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run

[Verse 2: Jay IDK]
I used to wanna hang with Dae Dae and them (Dae Dae and them)
I used to wanna hang with Nelson and them (Nelson and them)
I used to wanna hang with Diemon and them (Diemon and them)
‘Til they gave all three 40 years in the Pen
But that’s the way you get respect when you tryna be ’bout it
Shit I was goin’ down that road, but my phone kept reroutin’
They tryna go the right way, but the left said, ayy
You gon’ ride, ride, ride, ride, ride for the gang
So now we speedin’ to the pizza place
Closin’ up, it’s gettin’ late
Someone gotta rob the shit
Everybody look at Jay
Gang, gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’
Run that shit

[Interlude]
Drop dis like a fuckin’ gunshot blaow!

Part II

[Intro: Jay IDK]
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat

[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
Now everybody get up on the fuckin’ ground
And if you make a sound, I might have to drown it with these rounds
Knowin’ I’m no killer, but fuck it, I’m tryna be that nigga
So my actin’ skills kick in, I’m Michael Jackson off of Thriller, hehehe
Where the safe at? Don’t make me ask again
Where the safe at?
Next question is: where the tape at?
That’s when I seen a red light blinkin’ in peripheral
I took the cam’s position and reversed it like reciprocal, hah
I put a gun to her neck, she put her hand on the safe
I hear a car creepin’ up and then I tell her to wait
Hold up, don’t make a sound, just let his ass drive around
And you will not feel a round, shhh
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Police car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creep

[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
Me the villain
Dudes known to do more hustlin’ than stealin’
Papi snatch your soul out if you’re in your feelings
Never do no types of discussions around dealings
Get focused, y’all
Telephone bring repercussions to your well-being
And Instagram put clowns in a jam
Doin’ 10 straight in a cell, hot plate eatin’ Spam
Wanna be the man, but don’t see the plan

[Verse 3: Del the Funky Homosapien]
Finally someone let me out of my cage
Little did they know, I’ma hit the front page in three days (damn)
These days peeps do anything to make a buck (I know)
Jackin’ jackers like they tryna win the sweepstakes
Each day I be fightin’ for my sanity (yeah)
My ho stay mad at me (what,) she just a liability (fuck it)
She called the pizza shop, said she needed a delivery
They arrived, but she broke, are you kiddin’ me?
I got back from answerin’ job calls
I seen a fool hop out the window, just boxers on
I recognized her from the pizza shop
I’m already deducin’ that my ho had to have somethin’ to do with this

IDK – Pizza Shop Extended (feat. Yung Gleesh, Doom & Del The Funky Homosapien)

Part I

[Intro]
Blow your mind

[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
This that drive-by
This that Shawty Lo in Impala
Hello out the whip
With the clip, make you bye-bye
Roll the windows up
Hotbox, smokin’ la la
Roll the windows down
See the opps, it’s a problem
Shit, really I’m a good boy
But that Trapaholics tag turned me to a hood boy
Blunt guts on the floor, I’m a Backwood boy
Lookin’ at me wrong, make you wish you never looked, boy
Screamin’ out the window like, “Fuck you, pay me”
Stick you for the cash like my nickname Baby (brrr)
Used to have a job, but that job barely paid me
Charley’s Grilled Subs tried to minimum wage me, lately
Hangin’ with my niggas makes me wanna start trouble
If they fight, I’ma fight, make this shit a royal rumble
I’m a gang gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’ run

[Chorus: Yung Gleesh & Jay IDK]
Here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ licks, ayy
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ licks, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run

[Verse 2: Jay IDK]
I used to wanna hang with Dae Dae and them (Dae Dae and them)
I used to wanna hang with Nelson and them (Nelson and them)
I used to wanna hang with Diemon and them (Diemon and them)
‘Til they gave all three 40 years in the Pen
But that’s the way you get respect when you tryna be ’bout it
Shit I was goin’ down that road, but my phone kept reroutin’
They tryna go the right way, but the left said, ayy
You gon’ ride, ride, ride, ride, ride for the gang
So now we speedin’ to the pizza place
Closin’ up, it’s gettin’ late
Someone gotta rob the shit
Everybody look at Jay
Gang, gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’
Run that shit

[Interlude]
Drop dis like a fuckin’ gunshot blaow!

Part II

[Intro: Jay IDK]
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat

[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
Now everybody get up on the fuckin’ ground
And if you make a sound, I might have to drown it with these rounds
Knowin’ I’m no killer, but fuck it, I’m tryna be that nigga
So my actin’ skills kick in, I’m Michael Jackson off of Thriller, hehehe
Where the safe at? Don’t make me ask again
Where the safe at?
Next question is: where the tape at?
That’s when I seen a red light blinkin’ in peripheral
I took the cam’s position and reversed it like reciprocal, hah
I put a gun to her neck, she put her hand on the safe
I hear a car creepin’ up and then I tell her to wait
Hold up, don’t make a sound, just let his ass drive around
And you will not feel a round, shhh
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Police car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creep

[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
Me the villain
Dudes known to do more hustlin’ than stealin’
Papi snatch your soul out if you’re in your feelings
Never do no types of discussions around dealings
Get focused, y’all
Telephone bring repercussions to your well-being
And Instagram put clowns in a jam
Doin’ 10 straight in a cell, hot plate eatin’ Spam
Wanna be the man, but don’t see the plan

[Verse 3: Del the Funky Homosapien]
Finally someone let me out of my cage
Little did they know, I’ma hit the front page in three days (damn)
These days peeps do anything to make a buck (I know)
Jackin’ jackers like they tryna win the sweepstakes
Each day I be fightin’ for my sanity (yeah)
My ho stay mad at me (what,) she just a liability (fuck it)
She called the pizza shop, said she needed a delivery
They arrived, but she broke, are you kiddin’ me?
I got back from answerin’ job calls
I seen a fool hop out the window, just boxers on
I recognized her from the pizza shop
I’m already deducin’ that my ho had to have somethin’ to do with this

Electric – Relax Lyrics

I heard it’s supposed to be like 85 and shit
No clouds, sunny. I’m not going to work
Yo I’m about to call my manager

[Verse: Anonymous]
Yo
I woke knowing that they were expecting me
Especially when I called in who else would it be?
Yeah it’s (Blah Blah) I’m not coming in I’m kinda woozy
Let me explain last night me and the wife had sushi
Had it for this first time, found out I’m allergic
My cheeks are all swollen and my tongue is this purplish-green
I’m burping and sneezing and peeing so I can’t come in
(nah just stay where you are.. Alright peace, I’ll see you tomorrow)
I’ll be there on time / If you think I’m coming in today you’re out of ya mind
I got cheese, crackers, grapes, and a bottle of wine
Sit back and recline with a lady of mine

[Hook]
Relax today, worry tomorrow
Ease Back, Live it up, that’s the motto
(Instead let me tell you what I’m gonna do)
Relax today, worry tomorrow
Ease Back, Live it up, that’s the motto
(Instead let me tell you what I’m gonna do)

[Verse: Raheem Jamal]
Yo…
I didn’t go to work today, yo I didn’t go to school today
Yo I’m acting like a fool today
I don’t care what you say
I should’ve did this yesterday, everyday
Technical, difficult, malt liquor sulk
Smoke just enough nickel puff to miss the bus
Simple stuff, yo I’m late for work
Really don’t give a uh, my boss a jerk
Maybe today I’ll call him up, draw his bluff
I’m not coming in what’s up? (Oh yeah)
Skip the suit and the ties and the button-up shirts
9 to 5 ain’t jiving / undermining my work
I can’t find myself if I ain’t got time for self
My music and my art is first (Remind yourself)
Then I’ll go and save the Earth…
Come back fill the page with a verse
Take a nap, go away it works
(So what you gonna do?)
Stay home and play in the dirt

[Hook]
Relax today, worry tomorrow
Ease Back, Live it up, that’s the motto
(Instead let me tell you what I’m gonna do)
Relax today, worry tomorrow
Ease Back, Live it up, that’s the motto
(Instead let me tell you what I’m gonna do)

[Verse: Raheem Jamal]
Every morning I wake up / Don’t wanna face stuff
Mad at my maker, committed to my paystub
40 hour week… my mind made up

(I’m not going to work… Insight! yo we have to wake him up!)

[Verse: Insight]
Ahh…9:30?!
I should’ve been at work I didn’t go to sleep early
I jumped out the bed and found a shirt that wasn’t dirty
And some mix-match socks…
Wait a minute where’s my keys?
The commute is a 40 minute journey
I took the phone cause he said that he’d heard me
Last night I had a burglary
I had laryngitis and, um, Raheem said he would work for me
Anyway I quit, make today my last day
I can’t stand the work, I don’t like the pay
Bills up to here (I still don’t care)
Tell em to wait in line until I find a career
Today I’m gonna chill, sit in the shade
On a lounge chair, co-sipping lemonade

[Hook]
Relax today, worry tomorrow
Ease Back, Live it up, that’s the motto
(Instead let me tell you what I’m gonna do)
Relax today, worry tomorrow
Ease Back, Live it up, that’s the motto
(Instead let me tell you what I’m gonna do)

[Outro: dialogue]
No matter what, the bills are gonna come
It’s 2 things you gon’ always have… taxes & bills
The bills are always gonna be there
Michael Jackson get bills!
It’s one of those days where you don’t even have to have a plan
It’s just better than work. Better than working!

EarthGang – Meditate (feat. J.I.D.)

[Verse 1: J.I.D]
Everybody, everybody (uh ok)
Everybody wanna be a nigga, but nobody wanna be a nigga when it’s time to be a nigga
If you thinking it then say it when you see a nigga
Please be clear, I rhyme, I do not mind
Read or write the beat then have your girl ride the C train to me to ride the D and give me brain
And you can see the stains I place upon the sheets
Oh, you gon’ come for me?
Well my nigga, you better have it on me at least
Or more than a gun for me
I’m more than a man, not a god, but the boy is a man
We ignore all the noise from the Outland
Standout with the cannon, outstanding, south bandit
Don’t panic, please, ’cause if I get nervous we get un-sturdy and start to squeeze

[Verse 2: Johnny Venus]
Okay, niggadom
Nigga from nigga slum
Blue tongue, red tongue
Nigga flavors, go ‘head, son, get you some
Nigga got a lot of gifts
But package store was always open
Jail house don’t ever close
And my world view was always shut
Trap spot was always bunkin’
Neighborhood was always crunk
See I was outside riskin’ snakes eyes
With my life chances, stakes high
Only outlet was the moon walk
Michael Jackson dances, so shuck and jive, nigga, bust a nine
Shoot behind the line, my only advances
USA eat me like a cancer
UK eat me like cancer
Gettin’ money and they tag the crib
Ask King James what’s the fucking answer
Still a nigga out in Calabasas
Still a nigga when I greet the masses
Oval office, presidential grasses
When I fuck my white girl and I meet her daddy
I know deep down inside, man, he hate that shit
Plotting for the perfect time to bury me
Nigga, please, show ’em the green like a caddy
Venus, Serena them daddy
But that shit don’t change my appearance
Asians like, "That’s my nigga"
Latins like, "That’s my nigga"
White folks like, "That’s my nigga"
‘Til it’s time to die, bye, bye, nigga
Now don’t get offended, I was just giving you hard time
Come to your block, give you hard line
My, did I come at the wrong time?
But see I sent comets to the Earth
Me, I was humming at your birth
I put colors on the spectrum
I let you assign them worth

[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
Looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you
Looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you
I be looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you, oh
Looking for peace when I stare at you

[Verse 3: Doctur Dot]
You know I’m here for the nigga shit
Whole life been nigga rich
Since my momma let a project nigga hit
Set it up so when I meet the reaper
Let my son reap the benefits
Nigga shit on social media
Get a nigga pinched, end up in the pen
Surrender your independence till the sentence finsihed
Even with no pot you got a cup to piss in
Burning bridges with my tunnel vision
Bitches leave niggas for cunnilingus
Fuck me like her nigga non-existent
No negativity, niggativity
Why you being silly fucking with me
Giggity giggity
When I’m in the city
They like, Doc you litty
Not as lit as I’m finna be
I just wake up and do shit differently
I can never say they doubted my ability
Along the way some niggas just wasn’t feeling me
Niggas lost faith and quit on me
I just tuck ’em in the back of my memory
One monkey don’t stop no show my niggas got goals and responsibilities
So you know by any means, really mean any and everything to the team
Nothing off limits nigga, ain’t gon’ keep shit clean
Me and my niggas the niggas that they should’ve never let go free
Niggas got me talking through my teeth like I’m 50 Cent in ’03
Ain’t no Kunta Kinte, nigga Toby what they told me
What it’s gon be?

[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
Looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you
Looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you
I be looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you

[Outro: DC Young Fly]
Lift them tities up, thank you
Oh let go then, AY
Finna pick these niggas up
Aye man get the fuck out my way boy this the lyft driver
Yuh, boy I shoot your ass
Aight nigga uhhh
Smoking in the car
I ain’t got no good fucking [?] ay
Cool me up with this shit, eat this shit
He need to come on man ‘fore I cancel the trip
I do need to work though so I ain’t going to cancel it
Come on man, yall niggas come on man
Open the door
Nah I ain’t gettin out my car man I pop the trunk so you could put your shit in there nigga
What you think this is nigga
I’m just your ride, not your chauffeur
Let do it, get in the car boy
Come on man I got AC, Just got it fixed big dawg, lets do it
Uh, get in
There go

Sage The Gemini – Reverse (Morse Code Album)

Throw it in reverse
Throw it in reverse

Low-key wanna wife her
In jeans with the rikers
Every girl wanna fight her
She make the light get brighter
Tryna get her to the right spot
White fur got her white hot
Like I only got one shot
Walk through and like why not

I’ve been watching you, all night
I need her body, tonight

Wait now, let me get it first
Going down to your back, muscles hurt
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Go up, down to the dirt
Take a lil’ till your back muscles hurt
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Eyy, throw it in reverse

Yeah, she was pulling my steelo
I got green like Cee-Lo
Yeah, she see me balling like the D-League
Eyy, her ex-man was on the D-Low
Wow, I walked straight into the action
Step in it, treat me like I’m Michael Jackson
In VIP, looking like I went platinum
It’s still keep the bread under the mattress
And she right from her head to her heels
I’m on her mind like she forgot to pay her bills
And you can ride if you keep it, real
She want the pickle ’cause she know the deal (Wow)

I’ve been watching you, all night
I need your body, tonight

Wait now, let me get it first
Going down to your back, muscles hurt
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Go up, down to the dirt
Take a lil’ till your back muscles hurt
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Eyy, throw it in reverse

I know you see me with the ice on
I want to see you with the light the lights on
She tryna wiggle in my section
You go hard when it’s my song
I know these dudes be all in your face
Spin a check, tryna get you to their place
Moving fast like they tryna win a race
And that’s cool but I ain’t down for the chase
I got big bills, phone calls to make deals
Playing your cards right, just wait ’till I deal
And you do what you want when you copping
I would chase but I got too many options

I’ve been watching you, all night
I need you body, tonight

Wait now, let me get it first
Going down to your back, muscles hurt
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Go up, down to the dirt
Take a lil’ till your back muscles hurt
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Eyy, throw it in reverse

She only like me for the diamond on my wrist
Diamonds on my neck, six diamonds on the check (On the check)
She only like for the diamond on my wrist
Diamonds on my neck, six diamonds on the check (On the check)
She only riding for the diamond on my wrist
Diamonds on my neck, six diamonds on the check (On the check)
She only like me for the diamond on my wrist
Diamonds on my neck, six diamonds on the check (On the check)

FRENCH MONTANA – Formula lyrics

Yes, everything spicy, bumboclaat
Everything spicy, eh? bumboclaat’s truth, right? [?]
Wah gwan, wah gwan, boy
Everything bumboclaat spicy, yeah, yeah
Everything spicy [?] steam dem, curry dem
Everything good
Alright, watch out [?]

[Pre-Chorus: French Montana]
For real
And yeah, we comin’ for the kill
Warrior
With the formula

[Chorus: Alkaline]
Dem nae waan wi yah
Wi cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson song, enuh?
When wi a work, dem did a laugh, enuh?
No blood inna mi yiy, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh?
Wi find the formula
Fi mek the money fi wi family, yeah
Yeah, yeah, like it’s the formula

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Yeah, yeah
My homie Chinx got murdered, murdered
Nobody seen, nobody heard
They left us on the corner, wanna kill us here
Now, Nino in the Carter with the Cartier
My homie Max bought a hundred years
His mama body dry, can’t cry no tears
Now I’ma ride for my dawg
In a foreign place on the call, you know?
Around like a foreigner
Golden State Warrior
Same bars by the show, you know
One show, what you get for a tar, you know
You want my face on the wall you know
Fuck niggas’ motive was my motivation
Money on the floor, built the foundation
On top, no safe, no combination
Baby, be my motivation

[Chorus: Alkaline]
Dem nae waan wi yah
Wi cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson song, enuh?
When wi a work, dem did a laugh, enuh?
No blood inna mi yiy, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh?
Wi find the formula
Fi mek the money fi wi family, yeah
Yeah, yeah, like it’s the formula

[Verse 2: Alkaline]
Frass, dem never give mi this, mi earn it
Dem a act like mi nuh deserve this
If mi did relapse, dem would a hurt mi
Dem seh mi good but mi still carry a one thing wid mi
Laugh wid dem but I don’t trust dem
Anybody diss a inna ground wi a send, send dem
Uptown have the tall up dem (queng)
Dem bless mi papa strong
But mi know the pussy dem

[Chorus: Alkaline]
Dem nae waan wi yah
Wi cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson song, enuh?
When wi a work, dem did a laugh, enuh?
No blood inna mi yiy, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh?
Wi find the formula
Fi mek the money fi wi family, yeah
Yeah, yeah, like it’s the formula

[Verse 3: Alkaline & French Montana]
From you a work you have the formula
Tower Hill have the formula
Lee Milla have the formula
New York got the formula
UK got the formula
Hit Jamaica for the formula
Blood in my eyes from the war, enuh
Me for real, we come up for the kill
Me and warrior came back with the formula
Kick down door, enuh?

[Chorus: Alkaline]
Dem nae waan wi yah
Wi cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson song, enuh?
When wi a work, dem did a laugh, enuh?
No blood inna mi yiy, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh?
Wi find the formula
Fi mek the money fi wi family, yeah
Yeah, yeah, like it’s the formula

[Outro: Alkaline]
For real, they know we comin’ for the kill
Warrior, comin’ with the formula
The biggest bumboclaat chune, eh?
New York, Miami, London, eh?
East Africa, America, eh?
Bumboclaat!

A.Chal – To The Light (On Gaz Album)

[Intro]
I found a way, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
I said I found a way, to that light
To that light, I got it right

[Chorus]
I said I found a way, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
I said I found a way, to that light
To that light, I got it right
I said I found a way, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
I said I found a way, to that light
To that light, to that light

[Verse 1]
Blowin’ all this cash on the things that never last
I don’t want it, you can have it
Countin’ up this bag while I’m smokin’ out the bag
With my brother, yo roll another
Eyes bloodshed, marijuana
Starin’ at the eyes of my karma
I’m bumpin’ Michael Jackson and Nirvana
I’m tryna find my way to my Donna

[Chorus]
I said I found a way, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
I said I found a way, to that light
To that light, I got it right
I said I found a way, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
I said I found a way, to that light
To that light, I got it right

[Verse 2]
Now I see the signs, that’s why I’m pressin’ decline
When you call me, ain’t tryna hear it (hello?)
I turn to the guy that you said I couldn’t ride
Like it’s magic, I’m disappearin’
Head lookin’ down at my collar
I’ve been doin’ things how I wanna
Focused on the fam in mi casa
What you talkin’ ’bout? What you fall off?

[Chorus]
I said I found a way, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
I said I found a way, to that light
To that light, I got it right
I said I found a way, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
I said I found a way, to that light
To that light, I got it right

Water – Kodak Black feat. Nba Youngboy lyrics

Lyrics Kodak Black – Water

My momma always told me about that water boy
She said “boy that water deep, boy don’t get in that water”
Still got in that water

My momma always told me about that water
And I say “Ok ma, I’m just gonna put my feet in”
I’m sorry ma I got right in that water
I ain’t never notice I was going deep in
Lately I’ve been working overnight
I can’t party on the weekends
Like, why the hell you even in my life?
Tell me what’s your real reason
I pulled up, drop my ceiling
I’m catchin’ flights, you catchin’ feelings
My diamonds wet, her pus*y leaking
Ran up a check, then went to Neiman’s.

Like a kickstand I made her lean
Those crackers let me out, swear it feel like I’m dreaming
Michael Jackson, yeah, that case I beat it
f*ck them hard slabs, now I sleep on Tempurpedic
I’m going hard cuz my family need me
Momma said “If I believe it, I can achieve it”
Can’t trust these niggas, they misleading
Can’t trust these h**s, they so deceiving
I let him eat then he got greedy
Versuri-lyrics.info
I need a lifeguard, I’m in a deep end
I told that b*tch “I’m never leaving”
I’m outta here, I’m going to Venus
My momma always told me, I ain’t listen
So I’m dealing with the consequences
I got right in that water and went to swimming
Gotta watch out for these niggas they be fishing.

My momma always told me about that water
And I say “Ok ma, I’m just gonna put my feet in”
I’m sorry ma I got right in that water
I ain’t never notice I was going deep in
Lately I’ve been working overnight
I can’t party on the weekends
Like, Why the hell you even in my life?
Tell me what’s your real reason
I pulled up, drop my ceiling
I’m catchin’ flights, you catchin’ feelings
My diamonds wet, her pus*y leaking
Ran up a check, then went to Neiman’s.

Down on my a*s I had to get my feet in
They had told me change my ways but I ain’t wanna listen
I look my son in his eyes I can’t fail my mission
I say my prayers and tote my thang, I know they wanna kill me
Wake up in the morning, I ain’t got nun to eat
I had to man up to get on my feet
I go to Bay just to f*ck with KD
Can’t even swim but I’m deep in that sea
Got my first gun and I ain’t play a thing
Since I was young I’ve been slanging that heat
It be some mobsters right on my streets
It be some mobsters right on my streets
Remember they ain’t gave me s**t when I ain’t had nothing
They want my spot but f*ck them niggas I’m focused on money
On everything, she say she love me I know she don’t love me
3Three ain’t round for to watch me, think I’m feeling something
My momma told me stack them M’s, told me watch my homies
But I ain’t listen Joe got shot, then he told on me
My uncle told me they ain’t right, all them niggas phony
Can’t lose it all for somebody who don’t care about you.

My momma always told me about that water
And I say “Ok ma, I’m just gonna put my feet in”
I’m sorry ma I got right in that water
I ain’t never notice I was going deep in
Lately I’ve been working overnight
I can’t party on the weekends
Like, Why the hell you even in my life?
Tell me what’s your real reason
I pulled up, drop my ceiling
I’m catchin’ flights, you catchin’ feelings
My diamonds wet, her pus*y leaking
Ran up a check, then went to Neiman’sss.
Kodak Black lyrics
Video Kodak Black

Sage The Gemini – Reverse (Visualizer)

Throw it in reverse
Throw it in reverse

Low-key wanna wife her
In jeans with the rikers
Every girl wanna fight her
She make the light get brighter
Tryna get her to the right spot
White fur got her white hot
Like I only got one shot
Walk through and like why not

I’ve been watching you, all night
I need her body, tonight

Wait now, let me get it first
Going down to your back, muscles hurt
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Go up, down to the dirt
Take a lil’ till your back muscles hurt
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Eyy, throw it in reverse

Yeah, she was pulling my steelo
I got green like Cee-Lo
Yeah, she see me balling like the D-League
Eyy, her ex-man was on the D-Low
Wow, I walked straight into the action
Step in it, treat me like I’m Michael Jackson
In VIP, looking like I went platinum
It’s still keep the bread under the mattress
And she right from her head to her heels
I’m on her mind like she forgot to pay her bills
And you can ride if you keep it, real
She want the pickle ’cause she know the deal (Wow)

I’ve been watching you, all night
I need her body, tonight

Wait now, let me get it first
Going down to your back, muscles hurt
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Go up, down to the dirt
Take a lil’ till your back muscles hurt
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Eyy, throw it in reverse

I know you see me with the ice on
I want to see you with the light the lights on
She tryna wiggle in my section
You go hard when it’s my song
I know these dudes be all in your face
Spin a check, tryna get you to their place
Moving fast like they tryna win a race
And that’s cool but I ain’t down for the chase
I got big bills, phone calls to make deals
Playing your cards right, just wait ’till I deal
And you do what you want when you copping
I would chase but I got too many options

I’ve been watching you, all night
I need her body, tonight

Wait now, let me get it first
Going down to your back, muscles hurt
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Go up, down to the dirt
Take a lil’ till your back muscles hurt
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Eyy, throw it in reverse

She only like me for the diamond on my wrist
Diamonds on my neck, six diamonds on the check (On the check)
She only like for the diamond on my wrist
Diamonds on my neck, six diamonds on the check (On the check)
She only riding for the diamond on my wrist
Diamonds on my neck, six diamonds on the check (On the check)
She only like me for the diamond on my wrist
Diamonds on my neck, six diamonds on the check (On the check)

Talib Kweli & Styles P – Last Ones (The Seven Album)

(Yeah)
(What’s Happenin’?)
(What’s Happenin’?)
(What’s up, what’s happenin, what’s up?)

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
These haters prayin’ they can celebrate the last one’s death
None of them niggas in my class that couldn’t pass one test
But that’s what happens when you rappin’ on a [?] depth
I never chat shit
The flow bat-shit, it’s major league
Major Keys like Khaled (it’s accurate)
Recognize a dime when you pass it
With this weapon I’s rhymin’, I’m an assassin
Put nine minutes to the casket, you bastards
Stare in the abyss and the Leviathan (oh yea)
You say a prayer for the dying men
Looking for that pleasure but you findin’ sin
Can’t be scared to take a loss if you tryin’ to win

[Verse 2: Styles P]
Recognize greatness, tenacious
Gracious, mark of design, the new Matrix
I can make Dr. Strange brain look basic
MCs on the dinner menu and I ain’t ate shit
Who’s the entree? I’m a giant like Andre
You just an appetizer, weak rapper in harm’s way
These elite rhymes, prayers and peace signs
Staring at the air, fled the joint, hope the beast died
Icy ass road, no brakes let the Jeep slide
Playing hide and seek with my sleep, where did he hide?
Popular, hook philosopher since knee high
Ironic, I really ran with the wolves at G high
You ain’t hearing me, higher power preparing me
To have a higher power in rap for transparency
I’m clear to you, I’m here with you
High and in the cloud, I should put it in the air for you

[Hook: Talib Kweli & Styles P]
All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
(Last ones, left right)
(Last ones, left right)
All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
(Last ones, left right)
(Last ones, left right)
(Last ones)

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
Paint it like I’m JJ, for real I’m not for play play
If I work then I get paid, they whip them slaves like the nae nae
I’m smashin’ ’em if you askin’ ’em what’s happenin’ and they say
I’m original, you a re-run, Dwayne hey hey hey
Do the rise got my squad information like what bae say
I seen my brother you got to be more specific when you say bae
A spark like a melee, feelings I don’t placate
Give a fuck what Michael Jackson and Paul McCartney say say say
Fuck the KKK, respect the family, me and you got a play date
I’ll send you to hell and Satan will be your playmate
O-K-K, like Lil Scrappy but pay attention to what they say
Sound like some old "catch me on payday" type niggas who like to get missin’
Nah, pay what you want (cough it up), but you ain’t the homie, now you don’t know me
Hip-hop on my shoulders like the demons or the sheriff
Or the stick you use for measurin’, way too sick for medicine

[Hook: Talib Kweli & Styles P]
All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
(Last ones, left right)
(Last ones, left right)
All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
(Last ones, left right)
(Last ones, left right)

[Verse 4: Styles P]
All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
Hatin’ cocksuckers hope I see the flash one night
‘Bout peace but I’ma grab my mask tonight
Man standin’, I’ma be the last one right
I rhyme wicked, I sit still, my mind vivid
Analyze the times and all of the signs with it
Pump fake the snakes and the rats and the swine with ’em
Smoke watch stars and go on the line with ’em, ghost

[Outro]
Oh, that my words were written
Oh, that they were inscribed in a book
Oh, that with an iron pen and lead they were engraved in the rock forever
Whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just
Whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable
If there is any excellence, if there is anything worth of praise
Think about these things

Jacquees – B.E.D.

I know you wanna love
But I just wanna fuck
And girl you know the deal
I gotta keep it real
I know you wanna see
I know you wanna be
In my B-E-D, grinding slowly
I know you wanna love
But I just wanna fuck
And girl you know the deal
I gotta keep it real
I know you wanna see
I know you wanna be
In my B-E-D, grinding slowly
Ay, what it is what you wanna know?
I done ripped about a hundred shows
You’ll be coming back to me
Ay, you’ll be coming back to me
Always worried ’bout them other hoes
And you’ll be on me when the money flows
And they be looking out for Quees
And they be looking out for Quees
Bitch bad, no Kanye
When we do it, do it our way
2015 Wanya
I don’t give no damn ’bout what ya mom say
Rollie wrist, I’m the shit
Twenty one with no kids
‘Bout to rain on a bitch (what)
I’ma rain on a bitch
I know you wanna love
But I just wanna fuck
And girl you know the deal
I gotta keep it real
I know you wanna see
I know you wanna be
In my B-E-D, grinding slowly
I know you wanna love
But I just wanna fuck
And girl you know the deal
I gotta keep it real
I know you wanna see
I know you wanna be
In my B-E-D, grinding slowly
Baby girl, she the action
Don’t know why you actin
She on ready-set-go, she will never let go
Need it all, fuck a fraction
Know she think I’m Michael Jackson
Billie Jean, moon walk
I need the front and the back end
She in love with the fashion
But she in love with the flashin’
Bitch, this ain’t ya money
Bitch, I spend it on you ‘cause you know I have it
With my woes in the six
Ex hoes, yeah, they sick
I’ma rain on a bitch
Let me rain on a bitch
I know you wanna love
But I just wanna fuck
And girl you know the deal
I gotta keep it real
I know you wanna see
I know you wanna be
In my B-E-D, grinding slowly
I know you wanna love
But I just wanna fuck
And girl you know the deal
I gotta keep it real
I know you wanna see
I know you wanna be
In my B-E-D, grinding slowly
Rollie wrist, I’m the shit
Twenty one with no kids
I’ma rain on a bitch
‘Bout to rain on a bitch
Rollie wrist, I’m the shit
Twenty one with no kids
I’ma rain on a bitch
‘Bout to rain on a bitch
Rollie wrist, I’m the shit
Twenty one with no kids
I’ma rain on a bitch
‘Bout to rain on a bitch
Rollie wrist, I’m the shit
Twenty one with no kids
I’ma rain on a bitch
‘Bout to rain on a bitch

Young Thug, 2 Chainz, Wiz Khalifa & PnB Rock – Gang Up

[Intro: PnB Rock]
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: PnB Rock]
I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz (Yeah)
I’m a villainous winner
With precision, I’m killing
Represent the religion
Ended up independent
Took my car to the clinic
Let ’em check all the vitals
Middle finger to rivals
Michael Jackson, my idol
Still ducked in a pie hole
Talk to the plug, every day except Cinco de Mayo
I still got me a Carlo
Still got money, Carlo
Your car running so bad, it stink up to your parlor
Call my rollie a Ralo
Call my AP a app
I ain’t talking seat-belts when I say that I’m strapped
I’m in love with my side hoe
I sneak up through the side door
I’ma show you what we ride for
I’ma show you what we die for

[Hook: PnB Rock]
I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m in my same lane, lane that ain’t gon’ ever change up
I blow the brain out the range like a Taz Angel
Here’s R.I.P. to Paul Walker homie, he gotta stand up
We had you main on us, no we got stains on us
And all we gotta do is stay down and come up while they flexin’ (What we gotta do?)
Yeah, I got her Indian and she Western
Yeah, just say so, money your best friend
Then that fast and furious started nesting
Say I’m bout to go take off on you (Take off on you)
Is staying, is you rolling like a scroller? yes you are
Your ready to take off like a 1980 Coke
He know that Instagram shit, are you gon’ post that

[Hook: PnB Rock]
I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, I’m always with my gang
We always ready to ride ‘case for the squad, we’ll do anything
Stay down, we’ll never change
We always gon’ stay the same
Put you in check, when you outta place
I try to tell ’em not to mess with my gang, gang, gang
We do what we gotta do and don’t complain-plain-plain
I’m on the road, I’m probably fresh up off the plane, plane, plane
Know you heard about me, I do my thang, thang, thang
I got the world on my back
I put your girl on her back
I did it all on my own
Now there ain’t no turning back
And my whole squad got my back
And shawty so bad, I asked her if she repped the gang, she said "Facts"
Gang, gang, gang

[Hook: PnB Rock]
I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up

Gang up – Young Thug feat. Wiz Khalifa lyrics

Lyrics Young Thug – Gang up

I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And crame up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up.

2 Chaiiiinz (Yeahhh)
I’m a villanious winner
With precision, I’m killing
We resent the religion
Ended up independent
Took my car to the clinic
Let ’em check all the vitals
Middle finger to rivals
Michael Jackson, my idol
Still ducked in a pie hole
Told to the plug, everyday except cinco de mayo
I still got me a Carlo
Still got money, Carlo
Your car running so bad, it stink up to your parlour
Call my rollie a Ralo
Call my AP a app
I ain’t talking seat-belts when I say that I’m strapped
I’m in love with my side hoe
I sneak up through the side door
I’ma show you what we ride for
I’ma show you what we die for.

I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up.

I’m in my same lane, lane that ain’t gon’ ever change up
I blow the brain out the range like a tasandra
Here’s R.I.P. to Paul Walker homie, he gotta stand up
We had you main on us, no we got stains on us
And all we gotta do is stay down and come up while they flexin’ (What we gotta do)
Yeah, I got her Indian and she Western
Yeah, just say so, money your best friend
Then that fast and furious started nesting
Say I’m bout to go take off on you (Take off on you)
Is staying, is you rolling like a scroller? yes you are
Your ready to take off like a 1980 Coke
He know that Instagram shit, all you gon’ post that.

I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up.

Yeah, I’m always with my gang
We always ready to ride for the squad, we’ll do anything
Stay down, we’ll never change
We always gon’ stay the same
Put you in check, when you outta place
I try to tell ’em not to mess with my gang, gang, gang
We do what we gotta do and don’t complain-plain-plain
I’m on the road, I’m probably fresh up off the plane, plane, plane
Know you heard about me, I do my thang, thang, thang
I got the world on my back versuri-lyrics.info
I put your girl on her back
I did it all on my own
Now there ain’t no turning back
And my whole squad got my back
And shawty so bad, I asked her if she repped the gang, she said “Facts”
Gang, gang, gang.

I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang uppp.
Young Thug lyrics
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A. Chal – To The Light

[Intro]
I found a way, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
I said I found a way, to that light
To that light, I got it right

[Chorus]
I said I found a way, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
I said I found a way, to that light
To that light, I got it right
I said I found a way, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
I said I found a way, to that light
To that light, to that light

[Verse 1]
Blowin’ all this cash on the things that never last
I don’t want it, you can have it
Countin’ up this bag while I’m smokin’ out the bag
With my brother, yo roll another
Eyes bloodshed, marijuana
Starin’ at the eyes of my karma
I’m open, Michael Jackson and Nirvana
I’m tryna find my way to my dogma

[Chorus]
I said I found a way, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
I said I found a way, to that light
To that light, I got it right
I said I found a way, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
I said I found a way, to that light
To that light, I got it right

[Verse 2]
Now I see the signs, that’s why I’m pressin’ decline
When you call me, ain’t tryna hear it (hello?)
I turn to the guy that you said I couldn’t ride
Like it’s magic, I’m disappearin’
Head lookin’ down at my collar
I’ve been doin’ things how I wanna
Focused on the fam in mi casa
What you talkin’ ’bout? What you fall off?

[Chorus]
I said I found a way, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
I said I found a way, to that light
To that light, I got it right
I said I found a way, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
I said I found a way, to that light
To that light, I got it right

Future – Incredible Lyrics

[Intro]
It’s a light day
Ain’t got on nothin’ but about $700 thousand worth
That’s it
You know what I’m sayin’?

[Verse 1]
I was havin’ trust issues
But I’ve been havin’ way better luck since you
I know it’s true love with you
Told myself I don’t wanna fall in love with you
Rollin’ on the eway speedin’
Friday, just started the weekend
XO textin’, you respondin’
We gon’ go crazy with this money
We do hot yoga, 92 degrees
Can you stretch it out? Stretch it out for me
I got somewhere to be, but it’s hard to leave
When you do it like you mean it, I’m proceedin’
Is you the one? Is you the one?
Then she looked me in my eyes
Told me, “Fuck them pussy niggas
They ain’t ridin’ ’cause I’m ridin’
And I’m dyin’ for you, baby”
Got me feelin’

[Chorus]
In-incredible
In-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
Incredible

[Verse 2]
We can do exactly what you like, baby
And it’s all on me
We can take Vicodin tonight, baby
It’s all on me
We been textin’ back and forth
Now it’s time to get it crackin’
Girl take it all out, ’cause I know you active
Did you come to talk or is you ’bout that action?
Diamonds on my neck, moonwalkin’, Michael Jackson
I’ma have your body sweatin’ like you dipped in baby oil
I’ma do whatever it’s gon’ take to keep my baby spoiled
I’ma do whatever it’s gon’ take to shake these haters off
Put it off, fuck the cops
I just wanna show you off
I can see your flaws, she gon’ take me how I am
Hit it from the back, girl you know I’m goin’ ham
Fuck the pigs, girl you got me feelin’ like the man
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
In-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
Incredible
Yeah, yeah
Way you move your body, girl I’ll give you an advance
Know you, girl, you fuckin’ with a full-grown man
The way you move your body, I’ma have a change of plans
In-in-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
Incredible
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 3]
I’ma have your body sweatin’ like you dipped in baby oil
I’ma do whatever it take to keep my fuckin’ baby sprung
I’ma do whatever it takes to shake these fuckin’ bitches off
I’ma do whatever it takes and you gon’ be my personal
Dance, dance, girl you dancin’ like you strippin’ for this gold
Romance and we’ve all done been here before
But your passion, I hear it when you’re talkin’
We ain’t clashin’, you quiet when I’m talkin’
Put them diamonds on you, have ’em Billie Jean moonwalkin’
Put them diamonds on you, have ’emmmmm moonwalkin’
You get into everything exclusively, I’m honest
We don’t need nobody comin’ in between this money
These niggas already tryna invade the embassy
Good thing I changed and you got that remedy
The best thing about you, oh you’re that far from me
You a star to me

[Chorus]
In-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
Incredible
Yeah, yeah
Way you move your body, girl I’ll give you an advance
Know you, girl, you fuckin’ with a full-grown man
The way you move your body, I’ma have a change of plans
In-in-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
Incredible
In-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
Incredible
Yeah, yeah

Busted – Year 3000

One day when I came home at lunchtime I heard a funny noise
Went out to the backyard to find out if it was one of those rowdy boys
Stood there was my neighbor called Peter and a flux capacitor

He told me he’d built a time machine like one in a film I’ve seen yeah, yeah

He said
I’ve been to the year 3000
Not much has changed but they lived underwater
And your great, great, great-granddaughter is pretty fine (Is pretty fine)

He took me to the future in the flux thing and I saw everything
Boy bands and another one and another one and another one
Triple breasted women swim around town totally naked

We drove around in the time machine like one in a film I’ve seen Yeah, yeah

He said
I’ve been to the year 3000
Not much has changed but they lived underwater
And your great, great, great-granddaughter is pretty fine (Is pretty fine)

I took a trip to the year 3000
This song had gone multi-platinum
Everybody bought our seventh album
It had outsold Michael Jackson
I took a trip to the year 3000
this song had gone multi-platinum
Everybody bought our seventh album

We drove around in the time machine like one in a film I’ve seen
Yeah, yeah

I’ve been to the year 3000
Not much has changed but they lived underwater
And your great, great, great-granddaughter is pretty fine
She’s pretty fine

He said
I’ve been to the year 3000
Not much has changed but they lived underwater
And your great, great, great-granddaughter is pretty fine

Jacquees – Supposed Too (feat. Birdman) (Since You Playin Album)

[Intro]
(Rich Gang)
Ah
You know we goin’ up
Gotta keep goin’ up
Can’t stop goin’ up
(Beezo) Uh!
What you do?
This

[Hook]
Ran it up like I’m supposed to
Do it big like him supposed to
Stay down like I’m supposed to
Dab there like I’m supposed to
Secure the swag like I’m supposed to
Secure the bag like I’m supposed to
I’m Michael Jackson wit a gold tooth
I caught the wave, what they gon’ do?
Pussy nigga ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa
Hoho whoa
Pussy nigga ion ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa (I got ’em)
Hoho whoa

[Verse 1]
I push the lambo and it’s drop top
I got them dreads bitch I’m a mop top
I’m fine shoots at all the side talk
These diamonds shine look like the stars out
You play with me gon’ show up at ya mom house
Everything goes once the goons out
Damn it I put a bad bitch on a mission
Show her the playlist shawty go and get it
Double the profit now we gotta spend it
Pour up some G you know it keep her litty
Singin’ to her like I’m Otis
I hit the lil’ one and I hit the oldest
I just went from the shower to the boldest
Birdman the hottest bitch I be the coldest
Playin’ the game I’m winnin’ me some tokens
Money make all the bitches be important
But I ain’t got time for them hoes
Drop a dime on them hoes

[Hook]
Ran it up like I’m supposed to
Do it big like him supposed to
Stay down like I’m supposed to
Dab there like I’m supposed to
Secure the swag like I’m supposed to
Secure the bag like I’m supposed to
I’m Michael Jackson wit a gold tooth
I caught the wave, what they gon’ do?
Pussy nigga ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa
Hoho whoa
Pussy nigga ion ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa (Yeah)
Hoho whoa

[Verse 2: Birdman]
Pussy nigga we showed you
Spend a band and we fold a few
Bitch know I control you
We livin’ life and high road too
Put it down ion know you
Ace nigga wit the chrome trigga
Ship a thousand gram and we load you
Slanted eyes, side view
Strap it up if they size you
These bitches see that we glow nigga
Get money nigga and we high too
Big money fo’ sho nigga
If you ridin’ the wave then we don’ know you
Hunnid g’s with hunnid keys
But a hunnid B’s in them Bentley coupes
That big money, no fake cake
Big money wit paper plates
86 we 88
Jumped out we cleared the plates
Aired off, steak plates
Long sticks, banana plates
Hunnid g’s wit a hunnid ways
Wit a bad bitch wit a pretty face

[Hook]
Ran it up like I’m supposed to
Do it big like him supposed to
Stay down like I’m supposed to
Dab there like I’m supposed to
Secure the swag like I’m supposed to
Secure the bag like I’m supposed to
I’m Michael Jackson wit a gold tooth
I caught the wave, what they gon’ do?
Pussy nigga ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa
Hoho whoa
Pussy nigga ion ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa
Hoho whoa

Jacquees – Supposed Too Lyrics

[Intro]
(Rich Gang)
Ah
You know we goin’ up
Gotta keep goin’ up
Can’t stop goin’ up
(Beezo) Uh!
What you do?
This

[Hook]
Ran it up like I’m supposed to
Do it big like him supposed to
Stay down like I’m supposed to
Dab there like I’m supposed to
Secure the swag like I’m supposed to
Secure the bag like I’m supposed to
I’m Michael Jackson wit a gold tooth
I caught the wave, what they gon’ do?
Pussy nigga ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa
Hoho whoa
Pussy nigga ion ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa (I got ’em)
Hoho whoa

[Verse 1]
I push the lambo and it’s drop top
I got them dreads bitch I’m a mop top
I’m fine shoots at all the side talk
These diamonds shine look like the stars out
You play with me gon’ show up at ya mom house
Everything goes once the goons out
Damn it I put a bad bitch on a mission
Show her the playlist shawty go and get it
Double the profit now we gotta spend it
Pour up some G you know it keep her litty
Singin’ to her like I’m Otis
I hit the lil’ one and I hit the oldest
I just went from the shower to the ?
Birdman the hottest bitch I be the coldest
Playin’ the game I’m winnin’ me some tokens
Money make all the bitches be important
But I ain’t got time for them hoes
Drop a dime on them hoes

[Hook]
Ran it up like I’m supposed to
Do it big like him supposed to
Stay down like I’m supposed to
Dab there like I’m supposed to
Secure the swag like I’m supposed to
Secure the bag like I’m supposed to
I’m Michael Jackson wit a gold tooth
I caught the wave, what they gon’ do?
Pussy nigga ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa
Hoho whoa
Pussy nigga ion ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa (Yeah)
Hoho whoa

[Verse 2: Birdman]
Pussy nigga we showed you
Spend a band and we fold a few
Bitch know I control you
We livin’ life and high road too
Put it down ion know you
Ace nigga wit the chrome trigga
Ship a thousand gram and we load you
Slanted eyes, side view
Strap it up if they size you
These bitches see that we glow nigga
Get money nigga and we high too
Big money fo’ sho nigga
If you ridin’ the wave then we don’ know you
Hunnid g’s with hunnid keys
But a hunnid B’s in them Bentley coupes
That big money, no fake cake
Big money wit paper plates
86 we 88
Jumped out we cleared the plates
Aired off, steak plates
Long sticks, banana plates
Hunnid g’s wit a hunnid ways
Wit a bad bitch wit a pretty face

[Hook]
Ran it up like I’m supposed to
Do it big like him supposed to
Stay down like I’m supposed to
Dab there like I’m supposed to
Secure the swag like I’m supposed to
Secure the bag like I’m supposed to
I’m Michael Jackson wit a gold tooth
I caught the wave, what they gon’ do?
Pussy nigga ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa
Hoho whoa
Pussy nigga ion ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa
Hoho whoa

Egg beater – Peewee Longway lyrics

Lyrics Peewee Longway – Egg beater

Uhhhhh c-note longway cassidy jay sucker
5 finger egg beater

Dunking pounds of draymond green
curry keys shooting three’s
put my Michael Jackson glove on breaking down the sleeve
5 finger egg beater seen call your house yo deed
5 finger egg beater whipping up that Mona Lisa
5 finger egg beater trick em in the pot for mon lisa

5 finger beater flipping dope with a spatula
1000-8grams getting them from the pastor
curry keys shooting 3s rose gold forges on a raptor crawling like a f*cking tarantula
dunking pounds of that draymond green
all these guts fill with maybulean
c-lo got me back to serving lean im no freshman on double Xl magazine
i go to the bay and get me fresh OG
im on packs of pharo with like 2 freaks
5 finger beater get a 10 a key
ya them balmains stuffed with them Benjamin’s
balmain boots look like they timberlands
sipping that act nd that tuss in that pingenan
my b*tch say my nut taste like some M&Ms
MrBlueBenjamin f*cked up my kidney system lets get it

Dunking pounds of draymond green
curry keys shooting 3s
put my Michael Jackson glove on breaking down the sleeve
5 finger egg beater seen call your house yo deed
5 finger egg beater whipping up that Mona Lisa
5 finger egg beater trick em in the pot for mon lisa

Ace-Loaded cashed out on Keshia
jugging panda bears in my new Kon Yezzeys
Told me bring back some shit make her pussy drip
Keep that WI-FI on me with a extra clip making big plays big flips
Got big drugs good base Blue print like Jay-Z im the man in the trunk with funnel Cake
5 finger beater cooking dope up at the dinner date
Water whipping the way a nigga wrist penetrate
Reversible clip on them AKs
Cameras in the rear of the coupe for the f*ck niggas
Arizona plug selling bags of the swag
Stand up in the motor pas the gas
b*tch put them bowls in a plastic bag
Send a box to my granny nd a box to my grand-daddy scrambled some eggs nd got right back it

Dunking pounds of draymond green
curry keys shooting 3s
put my Michael Jackson glove on breaking down the sleeve
5 finger egg beateeer seen call your house yo deed
5 finger egg beateeer whipping up that Mona Lisa
5 finger egg beater trick em in the pot for mon lisaaa.
Peewee Longway lyrics
Video beater

Pink Guy – Nickelodeon Girls (Pink Season Album)

[Intro]
(Hello, Nickelodeon headquarters)
Hi, sorry to disturb you this late in the night
I have a serious inquiry directed toward Nickelodeon
My question is WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?
You know y’all used to have some fire bitches
When I turn on the TV I’m trying to see my favorite bitches
Zoey101? Jennette McCurdy? Oh my God
And now all you got is these preteens
Bruh, I’m not a pedo
I’m not trying to look at these little kids and get aroused
Now I can’t watch Nickelodeon with my dick in my hand anymore
Now I’m fucking upset
This is some fucking bullshit

[Verse]
Dan Schneider
Bring all my bitches back
I need all my bitches, I need all my bitches
The new shit you put out is wack
Dan Schneider
I’m just trying to get an erection
But now that these kids looking 13 and under
My penis will suffer

Dan fucking Schneider (Schneider)
This ain’t a fucking game, bitch
I wanna watch a sitcom
With my hand on my dick
I wanna see a titty (titty)
Not fucking kid shit
Return all the hot chicks
Or you gon get it bitch

ICarly, iCarly
I don’t care if you look like Michael Jackson
As long as you giving me action
And Freddy gon’ film the reaction
Sam gonna join in
And suck me a fat one
Nickelodeon girls
Can’t live without ’em (whew)

Ariana Grande
I know I drive a Hyundai
I can put you in a coma
Have brunch on a Sunday (fancy)
My dick put you in a coffin
All night screaming and tossing
Victoria Justice
I know you tryna touch this

Lizzie McGuire is tight
But I bet Zoey’s tighter
You can find me in her bed
Digging through that vaginer
Amanda Bynes, you a little bit crazy
But you can still have my babies (whew)
Go down like a dog with the rabies
Y’all can’t save me

Uh, a little bit of weed, hard liquor for the ladies
Got me feeling like a young Dan Schneider from the 80’s
With a Jewish law firm and an all black Mercedes
She playing with the balls like Brady (ay)
Fuck off with the shitty little kids with their stupid shit
I only wanna see the ones with a body fit
And I don’t want to be the one to be a little bitch about it
But I’m just saying what everybody is thinking (hahahahaha)
Where the titties at?
Dan Schneider why you ruining your business?
You realize I’d probably buy cable if you keep all the girls
And the ratings all stable
Cuz I ain’t tryin to see a young baby in the cradle
Cuz I’m not a pedophile
I’m not trying to see that shit (c’mon man)

The girls I have sexualized are all in their 20’s and 30’s
(Disclaimer!)
I’m not saying you should change all the bitches
But at least something after 10:30 (30!)

Dan Schneider
Bring all my bitches back
I need all my bitches, I need all my bitches
I need all my bitches back

I love you Dan Schneider, just please bring them back

Twista – Slow Jamz (feat. Kanye West & Jamie Foxx)

[Luther Vandross]
Are you gonna be
Say that you’re gonna be

[Jamie Foxx]
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh…

[Jamie Foxx – Chorus]
She said she wants some Marvin Gaye, some Luther Vandross, a little Anita, will definitely set this party off right
(Are u gonna be, are u gonna be, are u gonna be, are you gonna be are you gonna be, well well well well well)
She said she want some Ready for the World, some New Edition, some Minnie Ripperton, and definitely set this party off right
(Are u gonna be, are u gonna be, are u gonna be, are you gonna be are you gonna be, well well well well well)

[Kanye West]
I told her to drive over in your new whip
Bring some friends you cool with
Imma bring da cool whip
Then I want you to strip
See you is my new chick
So we get our grind on
She be grabbin, callin me Biggie like Shine home
Man I swear she fine homes
Why she always lying though
Tellin me them diamonds when she know they rhinestones
She got a light skinned friend look like Michael Jackson
Got a dark skinned friend look like Michael Jackson
I play ‘Ready for the World’ – she was ready for some action
My dawg said you aint no freak, so you got to prove my man wrong
I’m a play this Vandross
You gon’ take your pants off
Imma play this Gladys Knight
Me and you gon’ get right

[Chorus X2]

[Twista]
Got you lookin at the gliss at my hands and wrists
While i’m layin back smokin on my canibus
When it come to rockin the rythm like Marvin and Luther
I can tell you aint no messin with Kan-man and Twist
From the Chi and I be
Sippin Hennessy
Play some R&B
Tryina smoke a B
Lookin properly
Feelin on a G?
And always (Well Well Well Well Well)
Come with me and sip on some Evelyn Champagne
You aint know Twista can work it like the Whispers
Hit the stop light, get into some Isaac
The rims still moving so I’m bumping a little spinners
While I’m
Smokin on a B
Dippin through the streets
Bumpin R&B
And I got to leave
something to the 23’s?
And I do it (well well well well well)
When my earth and the wind smoke a fire
Let me when get your sheets wet listening to Keith Sweat
Put you in a daze for maze
Fullfilling our every temptation slow jamming having deep sex
You ready for the world girl
Come on over make me touch you all over your body baby don’t say no to me
An every moment you controllin’ me I’m lovin the way you be holding me when I be listening to Jodeci
And when I come over and bend your ass
You be bumpin Teddy Pendergrass
I’da hit it from the back to the melody to roll it slow
Now I gotta go up in it fast, but imma finish last
No matter how much of a thug you see
I still spit it like it’s R&B, so to the club with me
And with some Luther come on and hope you finna and stilla be in love with me

[chorus X2]

[Twista]
Baby drop another slow jam
And all us lovers need hold hands
And if you aint got no man hop up in my Brougham
I keep it pimpin like an old man
You gots to roll with the plan
Cuz after that then I
Take it to the dome
Then I got to bone
Stay up in the zone
Got to get you home
Gotta run up on
And I do it (well well well well well)
Baby drop another slow jam
And all us lovers need hold hands
And if you aint got no man hop up on my brohem
I keep it pimpin like an old man
You gots to roll with the plan
Cuz after that then I
Take you to my home
And we could get it on
Disconnect the phone
Just to get you goin’
Tryina make you moan
And I do it (well well well well well)

Frank Ocean – Pink + White (Blonde Album)

[Intro: Frank Ocean]
Yeah, yeah oh
Yeah, yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
That’s the way everyday goes
Every time we have no control
If the sky is pink and white
If the ground is black and yellow
It’s the same way you showed me
Nod my head, don’t close my eyes
Halfway on a slow move
It’s the same way you showed me
If you could fly then you’d feel south
Up north’s getting cold soon
The way it is, we’re on land
So I’m someone to hold true
Keep you cool when it’s still alive
Won’t let you down when it’s all ruin
[Hook: Frank Ocean]
Just the same way you showed me, showed me
You showed me love
Glory from above
Regard my dear
It’s all downhill from here

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
In the wake of a hurricane
Dark skin of a summer shade
Nose dive in the flood lines
Tall tower of milk crates
It’s the same way you showed me
Cannonball off the porch side
Older kids trying off the roof
Just the same way you showed me (you showed)
If you could die and come back to life
Up for air from the swimming pool
You’d kneel down to the dry land
Kiss the Earth that birthed you
Gave you tools just to stay alive
And make it up when the sun is ruined

[Hook: Frank Ocean]
That’s the same way you showed me, showed me
You showed me love
Glory from above
Regard me dear
It’s all downhill from here

[Outro: Frank Ocean + Beyoncé]
Remember life
Remember how it was
Climb trees, Michael Jackson, it all ends here
Say what up to Matthew, to Shoob
Say what up to Danny
Say what up to life immortality
Bending up my Nikes
Running out the melpomene, nicotine
Stealing granny cigs
Gimme something sweet
Bitch I might like immortality
This is life, life immortality

Kevin Gates – 90 Days Lyrics

(Intro)
What up big dawg!!(Beat Zombie)
Real nigga status (Real nigga status)
I ain’t doing nothing strange, put it on change
(I am Michael Jackson)
But ain’t no shame in my game you understand me
Real nigga status
I’ll go get a job if that’s what takes it
I am Michael Jackson

(Hook)
Don’t nobody understand me
I ain’t hearing what they say
Behind your back, Talked bad about you
While they smile in your face
Turn they back when shit get real
They gonna do that anyway
Alot’ta lonely nights I cried
I am not ashamed
Grindin’ on ’em, Grindin’
I am not ashamed
Grindin’ on ’em!
Im’ma be someone you love one day just give me 90 days
Grindin’ on ’em! Grindin’
Could you give me 90 days
Grindin’ on em!
Im’ma be someone you love one day just give me 90 days

(Verse 1)
(What up-Cut up)
I remember wishing on a star
We was broke and we ain’t have a car
We collected change in a jar
Going half on the weed
Hit the store and stealing a cigar
When the money gone, Women leave
So we treat the hoes like what they are
Breaking in cars, Stealing radios
And the microwave got SpagettiOs
New pair of Jordans for a stereo
Well I got it on me, Im’ma let it go
Clutching bad with a metal glove
Gangsta nigga, you already know
Little shit they rap about, this ain’t the shit they ready for
Out the mud, I maintain for this
Cocaine slang for this
In the game, Bitch I prayed for this
Do my thang for this
Baltimore, Bullets rang for this
Diamond chain equipped
Stayed the same
All my partners changed
And I can’t hang with them
Check me out

(Hook)
Don’t nobody understand me
I ain’t hearing what they say
Behind your back, Talked bad about you
While they smile in your face
Turn they back when shit get real
They gonna do that anyway
Alot’ta lonely nights I cried
I am not ashamed
Grindin’ on ’em, Grindin’
I am not ashamed
Grindin’ on ’em!
Im’ma be someone you love one day just give me 90 days
Grindin’ on ’em! Grindin’
Could you give me 90 days
Grindin’ on em!
Im’ma be someone you love one day just give me 90 days

(Verse 2)
I love you nigga like a brother
I met you through my big brother
I’m’ma real nigga till I die
I ain’t never tried to fuck your baby mother
Too much respect for to touch’er
And I look at her like a mother
My grandmother up and died on me
Only thing I had like a mother
Fuck the fame, Nigga thuggin’
Not to many make it out the struggle
I no longer go to funerals
But I’m spending money on the guns
I done killed shit
I done paid for it
With my daughter crying in my arms
Disrespect me nigga, Im’ma die about
End of the day you knowing it’s the law
Bread Winner getting off
In a jail cell all alone
You rap niggas kinda wack to me
You ain’t never really went to war
Beat a nigga to the car
Yeah, I’m really throwed off
Catch you slipping at the red light
Watch you get your shit blowed off
Raw

(Hook)
Don’t nobody understand me
I ain’t hearing what they say
Behind your back, Talked bad about you
While they smile in your face
Turn they back when shit get real
They gonna do that anyway
Alot’ta lonely nights I cried
I am not ashamed
Grindin’ on ’em, Grindin’
I am not ashamed
Grindin’ on ’em!
Im’ma be someone you love one day just give me 90 days
Grindin’ on ’em! Grindin’
Could you give me 90 days
Grindin’ on em!
Im’ma be someone you love one day just give me 90

(Outro)
Don’t you-Don’t you ever come around here
Real nigga status, Real nigga status
Come around here , I am Michael Jackson
Don’t you-Don’t you ever come around here
Real nigga status, Real nigga status
Come around here , I am Michael Jackson
…Come around here
Gotta be humble when you come around here
It’s a jungle when you come around here-ohhh
Gotta be humble when you come around here
They gonna expose you, don’t come around here-noo

Emeli Sande – This Much Is True lyrics

[Intro]
Hey
Hey

[Verse 1]
Can’t trust the politicians
Too many channels on the television
Our children dance like they’ve seen it all
I went on the Internet and I got myself a thousand friends
Funny, no one ever seems to call

[Chorus]
But darling, I am
Very much in love with you
Yes, darling
At least I can
Tell you that this much is true, yeah
This much is true, yeah
This much is true, yeah
This much is true, yeah
This much is true, yeah

[Verse 2]
Am I in or out of fashion?
What really killed Michael Jackson?
And is disco really dead?
Oh I could spend a lifetime guessing
I got way too many questions
I’d rather let you know instead

[Chorus]
That darling, I am
Very much in love with you
Yes, darling
At least I can
Tell you that this much is true, yeah
This much is true, hey
This much is true, yeah
This much is true, yeah
This much is true, true

[Bridge]
Oh this world can be so confusing
When even good men choose to lie
I don’t know if I’m winning or losing
But I know that I
Love you darling

[Chorus]
Yes darling, I am
Very much in love with you
Hey darling
At least I can
Tell you that this much is true
This much is true, yeah
This much is true, yeah
This much is true, yeah
This much is true, true

[Verse 3]
I’m not a prophet, I’m no mathematician
At best I’m just guessing
I really haven’t got a clue
No, I don’t have all the answers for you
Just know that I adore you
And that this much is true

Emeli Sandé – This Much Is True

Eeeh eh
Eeeh eh

Can’t trust the politicians,
Too many channels on the television
Our children dance like they’ve seen it all
I went to the internet and I’ve got myself a thousand friends from it
No one ever seems to pull
But darling I am very much in love with you
Yes, darling, at I can tell you this much is true
Yea, this much is true
This much is true, ye-yeah
This much is true, ye-yeah
This much is true, ye-yeah

Am I in or out of fashion?
What really killed Michael Jackson?
And is disco really dead?
Oh, I could spend a lifetime guessing
I’ve got way too many questions
I’d rather let you know no one’s there
Darling, I am very much in love with you
Yes, darling, I can tell you this much is true
Yea, this much is true he-hey
This much is true, ye-yeah
This much is true, ye-yeah
This much is true, true

All this world is so confusing
When even good men choose to lie
I don’t know if I’m willing on losing
But I know that I, I, I love you darling
Darling, I am very much in love with you
Yes, darling, I can tell you this much is true
Yea, this much is true he-hey
This much is true, ye-yeah
This much is true, ye-yeah
This much is true, true

I am no prophet, I’m no mathematician
At best I’m just guessing
I really haven’t got a clue

No, I don’t have all the answers for you
Just know that I adore you
And that this much is true!