Tee Grizzley – Win

[Chorus]
Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win
I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live
First nigga in my family with some legal bread
Had to risk it all just to win big
I could stack them hunnids to the roof
I ain’t stopping ’til they stack to the moon
Nigga, without me, my family wouldn’t have food
Anybody go against me gotta lose (Helluva made this beat, baby)

[Verse 1]
90’s baby but I get to that money like ’86 again
Lost pops and fell off, we back rich again
Gotta thank God for that prison bid
Music got us looking like the family’s selling bricks again
Been on tour, been on TV, own businesses
Still I pull up with that stick and flip the whip you in (Brr)
You don’t wanna hear bout indictments in the case I caught
Then, bitch, quit listening (Turn off)
Free Mar Mar, he innocent
I was in the county indigent, now my pendant lit
Bitches love me, they go crazy ’bout that real nigga shit
Used to be a young follower, I was ignorant
If you don’t want me to fuck her, go everywhere with that bitch, nigga
I’ll drop a bird on your head
That chopper’ll blow a third of the nerves out your head
Talking cash, shit, and we murdering that man
When they put them teddy bears on the curb for your ass, you lost

[Chorus]
Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win
I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live
First nigga in my family with some legal bread
Had to risk it all just to win big
I could stack them hunnids to the roof
I ain’t stopping ’til they stack to the moon
Nigga, without me, my family wouldn’t have food
Anybody go against me gotta lose

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
700K in here and my bag in this room
But it’s only for your eyes, why your man’s in this room?
I don’t know if he a snitch, now it’s blood on your hands
If you think I’m ’bout to let him leave alive, you a fool
Got a record deal, my label don’t like you when I hang out (For real)
And let me know that they ain’t know me ‘fore I came out
Kevin Liles, I know it’s a risk to have these chains out
But I’m that same nigga that’ll knock a nigga brains out
Ex bitch ran off with the Rollie, hope she make it stretch
I could’ve kicked her lil’ dirty ungrateful ass
But I’m more mad at myself for tryna date her, ayy
Plus I make 30 for a show, so I’ma make it back
Used to order Wendy’s fries, bring a shake with that
Now its Benihana rice, put some steak on that
The Mustang used to always run out of gas
Now I’m in that Wraith, touch the paint and it’s a body bag, nigga

[Chorus]
Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win
I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live
First nigga in my family with some legal bread
Had to risk it all just to win big
I could stack them hunnids to the roof
I ain’t stopping ’til they stack to the moon
Nigga, without me, my people wouldn’t have food
Anybody go against me gotta lose

[Verse 3]
I wanna see niggas win but everybody, you can’t eat around
Some niggas, I wouldn’t even go to sleep around
They had the bag, but ain’t help me when they see me down
Same niggas DM’ing me tryna be around
Bitch, they see that Wraith and they think Meek around
Can’t be around on choppers the [?] three around
Come get your friendly ass bitch before I beat her down
After I fuck, never again will she be around
It’s crazy when your own people wanna bring you down
These niggas don’t even know what they wanna beef about
He shot at me, and that’s somethin’ I can’t sleep about
Drop his mama, leave the town, bitch, we even now (Brr)
How you gon’ motivate the youth, rapping that gangster shit?
This what they like, so I’ma make the shit
But even still, this my life, I gotta claim this shit
So even if they didn’t like it, I ain’t changing shit, nigga

[Outro]
Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win
I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live
First nigga in my family with some legal bread
So I can buy whatever ice, buy whatever crib
I could stack them hunnids to the roof
I ain’t stopping ’til they stack to the moon, nigga
Without me, my family wouldn’t have food
Anybody go against me gotta lose, nigga

Apollo Brown & Planet Asia – Deep In The Casket

[Sample]
Eight track stereo, colored TV in every room
And you can snort a half a piece of dope every day
It’s the American Dream, nigga, well ain’t it?
God knows it’s a rotten game. The only one the man left us to play
That’s the stone cold truth

[Planet Asia]
Yea
Twist something

[Verse 1]
Bumping Mozzy in the Maserati
Allegedly they say my little Relly caught a body
My city going stupid mainly
Lil niggas in the pen going super crazy
Runners over the stove, giving slight twirls with hoes
That powder they nose with that white girl
Four door Porsches and polo horses
Golf courses, teriyaki swordfish, exotic fortress
Gangsta gun game, my [?] aim damage a frame
Like the paper at the gun range, I’m sun blazing
Cross the line, I might down ya
That’s why I feel at home around the chain lifters, and body counters
Heavy handed henchmen, victorious vigilant
Still killing shit, it’s pretty boy militance
These rappers is a fuckin joke
Broke niggas tryna beef always getting smoked

[Hook]
Fit deep in the casket
Colombian fashion (8x)

[Verse 2]
Wasn’t for this, then I’d still be jooking
I’m still jooking, it’s just nothing is getting tooken
Words is like coke, I’m used to cooking
Like aftershocks niggas is used to booking
Saw so much that I cannot be shooken
My goons follow ’cause I know the way
Trained to go fast with no delay
Keep a shooter with a throwaway
When it’s war we never go away
SKs blow your face when big boys come out to play
The bullshit you better start squashing
Know your family would be set in place doing car washes
Have you taking shots like you was bar hoppin
You know the doctrine, since when the fuck y’all start poppin?
Medaliano, Masonic murder rap scholar
[?], major models sophisticado
Might Colombian fashion your casket
Put your head in a basket
There’s no way for you to even mask it

[Hook]
Fit deep in the casket
Colombian fashion (8x)

[Outro]
It’s the fuck I’m talking ’bout, man
Y’know I mean?
From the ground on up, dirty shit man
Yea

Sam Hunt – I’m Down Lyrics

We can drag a little time
You can spend some of my money maybe waste a little wine
We could go to the beach
We could watch TV
We could write our names on the bridge or just listen to the radio
Breakin’ to that old hotel
We can get a kickback ourselves
We can call the whole damn crew
It really don’t matter whatever you wanna do

I’m down
If you wanna head back to town
If you wanna just drive aro-o-ound
If you wanna get flirty
If you wanna talk dirty
I’m down
If you wanna come a little unwind
Whenever you just wanna hang o-o-out
Wherever you’re up for
Baby girl, I’m down

Ayo & Teo – Better Off Alone

Young BL$$D, boy you saucin’
BL$$D
Tell me where you’re goin’ (tell me where you’re goin’)
All them nights alone (all them nights alone)
Tell me why we’re all where we are, yeah (where we are)
Okay, I’m never comin’ home (never comin’ home)
Better off alone (I’m better off alone)
Now you finally know where we are, yeah
Bought you Fendi this (Fendi)
Bought you Louis that (Louis)
Gucci’s on your feet (Gucci, what?)
Match the Gucci hat (hat)
Diamonds on your fist (hey)
Rollie on your wrist (ice)
We do not exist (nope)
Brand new phone, who dis? (who that?)
Heard me on the track (hey)
Now you want me back (hey)
This ain’t Jackson 5 though (woah)
I don’t want you back (yeah)
Yeah we the reverse bros (hey)
Rollie with a dab (dab)
You wasn’t nobody
Now you on the map (hey)
Girl you let the sauce go to your head (to your head)
And the text you sent was left on ‘read’ (left on read)
Girl you let the sauce go to your head (to your head)
When you hit the streets rollin’, tell me where you’re goin’ (tell me where you’re goin’)
Tell me where you’re goin’ (tell me where you’re goin’)
All them nights alone (all them nights alone)
Tell me why we’re all where we are, yeah (where we are)
Okay, I’m never comin’ home (never comin’ home)
Better off alone (I’m better off alone)
Now you finally know where we are, yeah
All them nights alone (skrrt)
Baby, come with me (me)
Put your favorite show on
I know you like TV (bow, bow, bow)
Spent 20 on the chain (ching)
Just for my own name (name)
Pick out what you want (want)
I’m not gon’ complain (what? what?)
You and me was dope, man (dope)
You had me so open (skrrt, skrrt)
Stabbed me in the back
Now my feelings on the floor, man
Bought you Louis this
Bought you ‘Sace that
Gucci on your feet (feet)
Guess who bought you that
Girl you let the sauce go to your head (to your head)
And the text you sent was left on ‘read’ (left on read)
Girl you let the sauce go to your head (to your head)
When you hit the streets roamin’, tell me where you’re goin’ (tell me where you’re goin’)
Tell me where you’re goin’ (tell me where you’re goin’)
All them nights alone (all them nights alone)
Tell me why we’re all where we are, yeah (where we are)
Okay, I’m never comin’ home (never comin’ home)
Better off alone (I’m better off alone)
Now you finally know where we are, yeah
Girl you let the sauce go to your head (to your head)
And the text you sent was left on ‘read’ (left on read)
Girl you let the sauce go to your head (to your head)
When you hit the streets roamin’, tell me where you’re goin’ (tell me where you’re goin’)
Tell me where you’re goin’
Tell me where you’re goin’

AC/DC – Big Gun

Riot on the radio
Pictures on the TV
Invader man take what he can
Shootout on the silver screen
Sticking ’em up and knocking ’em down
Living out a fantasy
There’s a bad man cruising around
In a big black limousine
Don’t let it be wrong
Don’t let it be right
Get in his way
You’re dead in his sights

Big gun
Big gun number one
Big gun
Big gun kick the hell out of you

Terminators, Uzi makers
Shootin’ up Hollywood
Snakes alive with a .45
Setting off and doing no good
If you ain’t wise they’ll cannibalize
Tear flesh off you
Classified lady killers
Prayin’ in the human zoo (Prayin’)
They saddle you up
And take you to town
Better look out
When he come around

Big gun
Big gun number one
Big gun
Big gun kick the hell out of you

Big gun, got a hot one
Big gun, got a number one
Big gun, loaded and cocked
Big gun, hot hot hot
Got big gun, ready or not
Big gun, give it, give it a shot

Terminator, Uzi makers
Regulators, gonna get you later

Big gun kick the hell out of you

Chuck Berry – You Never Can Tell

It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell,
"C’est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

They furnished off an apartment with a two room Roebuck sale
The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale,
But when Pierre found work, the little money comin’ worked out well
"C’est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records, all rock, rhythm and jazz
But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell
"C’est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

They bought a souped-up jitney, ’twas a cherry red ’53,
They drove it down New Orleans to celebrate their anniversary
It was there where Pierre was wedded to the lovely mademoiselle
"C’est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

They had a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell,
"C’est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

Gunplay – So Trill Lyrics

ons all the time, another title bout
Another win, another loss, it’s more to write about
Chain smoking on the Porsche, can’t put the lighter down
My future lookin’ like it’s sucka’ free (yup)
My new pretty Phillippino bitch is such a freak
She wanna love me, but she told me that I’m such a [peak?]
I pick her up, I knock her down, won’t see much of me

[Chorus]
Shit’s so trill sometimes
Out here in these fields sometimes
That I can’t even feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes
Shit’s so trill sometimes
Out here in these fields sometimes
That I can’t even feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes

[Verse 2]
I won’t apologize for praising dollar signs
Trying to make my commas cry, fantasizing homicides
This a blessin’ in my hood, no vest and I survived
Drum squad on the way, you know what that’s about
Paper to the ceiling, table full of villains
Choppin’ up some [?], just capers and some killings
Soldiers and lieutenants, Porches and new Benzes
Even though it seems senseless, I keep swingin’ for the fences
On a mission for the million, I don’t need me no dilemmas
Feds been watchin’ since TV’s had antennas
They tryin’ thread the needle, but them people can’t pin us
But the task force won’t stop ’til the task finished (forever)

[Chorus]
Shit’s so trill sometimes
Out here in these fields sometimes
That I can’t even feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes
Shit’s so trill sometimes
Out here in these fields sometimes
That I can’t even feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes

[Bridge]
(So trill, so trill)
I can’t feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes
(So trill, so trill)

[Chorus]
Shit’s so trill sometimes
Out here in these fields sometimes
That I can’t even feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes
Shit’s so trill sometimes
Out here in these fields sometimes
That I can’t even feel sometimes

Gunplay – So Trill

[Intro]
I can’t feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes

[Verse 1]
I’m certified, fuck what you heard about
Heard about how he got murdered through the word of mouth
Robbed the wrong nigga’, might as well have murked himself
Knife to the windpipe and you could skip the shells
They paid [?]
Fighting demons all the time, another title bout
Another win, another loss, it’s more to write about
Chain smoking on the Porsche, can’t put the lighter down
My future lookin’ like it’s sucka’ free (yup)
My new pretty Phillippino bitch is such a freak
She wanna love me, but she told me that I’m such a [peak?]
I pick her up, I knock her down, won’t see much of me

[Chorus]
Shit’s so trill sometimes
Out here in these fields sometimes
That I can’t even feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes
Shit’s so trill sometimes
Out here in these fields sometimes
That I can’t even feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes

[Verse 2]
I won’t apologize for praising dollar signs
Trying to make my commas cry, fantasizing homicides
This a blessin’ in my hood, no vest and I survived
Drum squad on the way, you know what that’s about
[?] to the ceiling
Table full of villains, choppin’ up some [?]
Just capers and some killings
Soldiers and lieutenants
Porches and new Benzes
Even though it seems senseless, I keep swingin’ for the fences
On a mission for the million, I don’t need me no dilemas
Feds been watchin’ since TV’s had antennas
They tryin’ thread the needle, but them people can’t pin us
But the task force won’t stop ’til the task finished (forever)

[Chorus]
Shit’s so trill sometimes
Out here in these fields sometimes
That I can’t even feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes
Shit’s so trill sometimes
Out here in these fields sometimes
That I can’t even feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes

[Outro]
(So trill, so trill)
I can’t feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes
(So trill, so trill)

Shit’s so trill sometimes
Out here in these fields sometimes
That I can’t even feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes
Shit’s so trill sometimes
Out here in these fields sometimes
That I can’t even feel sometimes

Dounia – Shyne

[Verse 1]
I can only watch for so long, before I get uncomfortable
The centerfold, I gotta be, pay attention, see
I’m terribly offended they’re commending mediocrity
Are we honestly praising this commodity?
You call yourself an artist, stop, don’t get me started
Stop, don’t get me started
Not much of a drinker ’cause shit keeps spillin’ out
And I can hold my liquor, but I can’t hold my mouth
I can’t hold my tonuge, it lashes when it wants
I’ll blame it on the a-a-a-a-ambiance
Blame it on the excess clouding up my lenses
Finishing my sentence
My favorite kind of vengeance is gettin’ paid
Look back at rejection, and what it made

[Chorus]
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma sneak up from behind, skip the whole line on ’em
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma do it like I’m tryin’, flex in due time on ’em
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma sneak up from behind, skip the whole line on ’em
I might just pull a new vibe on ’em
Fuck a wave, I might pull a new tide on ’em

[Verse 2]
I’m makin’ shit that’s honest, ain’t a product for a profit
Yeah my mind ain’t on my wallet
You won’t hear it ‘less I wrote it
It’s wack then I’ll dispose it
The standard that I’ll be setting is the standard I’m upholding
No silver spoon, shit just made me golden
I see your cards and I ain’t folding
I got a million in the molding, ’cause art takes time
And money it supply peace of mind

[Chorus]
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma sneak up from behind, skip the whole line on ’em
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma do it like I’m tryin’, flex in due time on ’em
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma sneak up from behind, skip the whole line on ’em
I might just pull a new vibe on ’em
Fuck a wave, I might pull a new tide on ’em

[Bridge]
I’ma pull a new tide on ’em
I’ma pull a new vibe on ’em
I’ma pull a new tide on ’em
Fuck a wave, I might pull a new tide on ’em

[Verse 3]
I ain’t in it for the money, I’ll get it when it’s ready
Take it back to my place, for conversation, Henny
For now I’m shooting campaigns in L.A. with some baddies
Yeah, with some baddies
Win the lotto, be a model, both funny concepts
Made my way in for some bread, yeah I finessed
Now I’m takin’ photos for some studio time
Couldn’t make it by when I worked the 9 to 5
In SoHo, with my eyes low
Closing shift got me lookin’ loco
IPhone with the glass broke
And my money barely seemed to get me back home
Yeah we gonna move to Jersey for your senior year
Quick, turn off the TV ’cause the landlord here
You still gotta take the train though, go to school in Queens
And get an education so you can live in Queens
‘Cause I ain’t got the means, your mama gettin’ tired
And when they ask what I do I honestly wanna lie
Ranking ain’t too high
Don’t end up where I am, promise me that you’ll try
I know you wanna sing, you can do that on the side
It ain’t about the money, it’s more about the pride
But I hope I make you proud still, mama
Hope I hold a Grammy up like a diploma
And when I do go to school, have my bread up
We’ve been in debt enough
We’ve been stressed enough
Been in debt enough, fuck

[Chorus]
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma sneak up from behind, skip the whole line on ’em
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma do it like I’m tryin’, flex in due time on ’em
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma sneak up from behind, skip the whole line on ’em
I might just pull a new vibe on ’em
Fuck a wave, I might pull a new tide on ’em

King Los – R.A.S (The Prelude)

[Intro]
Yo

[Chorus]
I gave my everything to niggas’ and got nothing in return
Two years of being slept on, never got my turn
Took two years off and said, "fuck it I gotta’ learn"
Sometimes I wonder why I was even fuckin’ concerned
And that’s some real ass shit (that’s some real ass shit)
I pulled niggas’ out the fire, gave ’em shit they couldn’t earn
Buncha’ shit they ain’t deserve, I shoulda’ let them niggas’ burn
That’s some real ass shit (that’s some real ass shit)
I gave my everything to niggas’ and got nothing in return
Two years of being slept on, never got my turn
That’s some real ass shit
I gave my everything to niggas’ and got nothing in return
But some suckas’ gotta’ drown, bustas’ gotta’ burn
(real ass shit)

[Verse 1]
Ooh
I ain’t the king, nigga’ how is that?
Niggas’ threw dirt on me, I brought ’em flowers back
You took the easy way out, I took the hard walk
You gotta’ take the long road to listen to God talk
Both of my brothers in prison, I seen my mother cryin’
Puff said this path get dark, that nigga’ wasn’t lying
Govern my mind and my body, my soul, my metaphysics
I’ve transcended to mentions niggas’ have yet to visit
Yes, it’s vivid, my essence exquisite, no pressure, [?], exhibits, eclectic, prolific
My sonic aesthetic is different
Your prior work is fireworks
When you ain’t shining, the thrill is gone, that’s how it works
Everybody lookin’ up at the sky
For God to work
Well I was made in the image of God, it gotta work
Let me guess, you get the work for cheap
Supply the work
Bitch I research, I cross-reference, apply the work
I got the spirit of a hurricane victim, this outta’ work
When that flood water up to you neck, its knowledge first
We gon’ see how your mind, your soul, your chakras worth
When the whole world flooded, the fuck is dollar worth?
Niggas’ talk all that hype, but I doubt it
Put life inside your body, get life out it
Put love inside your temple and find peace
Well Los, "where you find that knowledge?"
"It found me"
On God, Money, War, I prophesied it before
Now I went from your TV screen to your front door
You give niggas’ your whole soul and they want more
They ask me why I’m so hardcore

[Chorus]
I gave my everything to niggas’ and got nothing in return
Two years of being slept on, never got my turn
Took two years off and said, "fuck it I gotta’ learn"
Sometimes I wonder why I was even fuckin’ concerned
And that’s some real ass shit
I pulled niggas’ out the fire, gave ’em shit they couldn’t earn
Buncha’ shit they ain’t deserve, I shoulda’ let them niggas’ burn
That’s some real ass shit

2Pac – Me And My Girlfriend

Sheeit, ju motherfuckin right
I’m the bitch that’s keepin it live and keepin it hot
when you punk ass niggaz don’t
Nigga Westside, WHAT! Bring it on

[Tupac]
Look for me
Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in this whirlwind (c’mon)
Our childhood years recall the tears heart laced with venom
Smokin sherm, drinkin malt liquor, father forgive her
Me and my girlfriend, hustlin, fell in love with the struggle
Hands on the steering wheel, blush, while she bail out bustin
Fuck em all, watch em fall screamin, automatic gunfire
exorcisin all demons
Mafias on the side, my congregation high, ready to die
We bail out to take the jail back, niggaz united
Our first date, couldn’t wait to see you naked
Touch you in every secret place, I can hardly wait
to bust freely, got you red hot, you so happy to see me
Make the frontpage primetime live on TV
Nigga my girlfriend, baby forty-five but she still live
One shot make a nigga’s heartbeat stop

[girl]
What!! I’m bustin on you punk ass niggaz *automatic gunfire*
Run nigga run! *gunfire* I’m on yo’ ass nigga! *gunfire continues*
Run nigga, duck and hide! Nigga I’m bustin all you bitches!
Run nigga, yeah! Westside! Uh uh uh! Die nigga die!

[Tupac]
My girlfriend, blacker than the darkest night
When niggaz act bitch-made she got the heart to fight
Nigga my girlfriend, though we seperated at times
I knew deep inside, baby girl would always be mine
Picked you up when you was nine, started out my life of crime
wit you, bought you some shells when you turned twenty-two
It’s true, nothin compares to the satisfaction
that I feel when we out mashin, me and my girlfriend

[Chorus: Tupac]

All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend
[repeat 2X]

[Tupac]
I was too immature
to understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days
Caused so many arguments and strays
Now I realize how to treat ya, the secret to keep ya
Bein faithful now cause now cheatin’s lethal
We closer than the hands of time, deeper than the drop of mankind
I trust you dearly, I shoot blind
In time I clock figures, droppin niggaz as we rise
We all soldiers in God’s eyes — now it’s time for war
Never leave me baby, I’m paranoid, sleepin witcha
loaded by my bedside crazy
Jealous when you hang wit the fellas, I wait patiently alone
anticipated for the moment you come home
I’m waitin by the phone this is true love, I can feel it
I’ve had a lot of women in my bed, but you the realeast
So if you ever need me call, I’ll be there through it all
You’re the reason I can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

[Chorus]

[Tupac]
I love finger fuckin you, all of a sudden I’m hearin thunder
When you bust a nut, niggaz be duckin or takin numbers
Love to watch you at a block party, beggin for drama
While unleashin on the old timers, that’s on my mama
I would trade my life for yours, behind closed doors
the only girl that I adore, everything I’m askin for
Talkin to me beggin me to just, take you around
Seventeen like Brandy you just Wanna Be Down
Talkin loud when I tell you be quiet you move the crowd
Bustin rounds, activatin a riot, that’s why I love you so
No control, down to roll, unleash
After a hit you break apart, then back to one piece
Much love to my one and only girlfriend, the world is ours
Just hold me down, baby witness the power
Never leave a nigga alone, I love you black or chrome
Turn this house into a happy home, me and my girlfriend

[Chorus 3X]

Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in the whirlwind — look for me
[repeat 3X]

Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend
[repeat 2X]

ME AND MY GIRLFRIEND!

MACKLEMORE – Intentions lyrics

I wanna be sober, but I love getting high
Wanna give it a hundred percent, but I’m too afraid to try
I wanna be faithful, but love hooking up with randos
I wanna live by the law, but still think like a vandal
I wanna get exercise, but I’m too lazy to workout
I want all the finer things, but don’t wanna go to work now
I wanna go outside, take my family to the beach
I wake up in the morning, first thing I do is look at a screen, at a screen

[Pre-Chorus: Macklemore]
Wanna live freely, why isn’t it so easy?
I should read a book, but I keep watching this TV
And I know this lifestyle doesn’t really feed me
I just tune out to the voice inside that’s speaking

[Chorus: Dan Caplen]
All my little problems keep on building up and building up
All my good intentions just ain’t good enough to find the love
So I smoke until my lungs are full
Drink until I lose my cool
Apology’s my middle name and one day, I will change
But I’m okay with who I am today
I’m okay with who I, who I am today

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
I want world piece, but I wanna watch Worldstar
I know that I should stay home and still wanna kick it where the girls are
I wanna be a feminist, but I’m still watching porno
I wanna eat healthy, but I’ma eat this Digiornos
We live on social media, read other people’s thoughts
Tweet about justice, but don’t show up to the march
I think about the earth and I think about the eco
What am I willing to sacrifice at the expense of my ego?

[Pre-Chorus: Macklemore]
Wanna live freely, why isn’t it so easy?
I should read a book, but I keep watching this TV
And I know this lifestyle doesn’t really feed me
I just tune out to the voice inside that’s speaking

[Chorus: Dan Caplen]
All my little problems keep on building up and building up
All my good intentions just ain’t good enough to find the love
So I smoke until my lungs are full
Drink until I lose my cool
Apology’s my middle name and one day, I will change
But I’m okay with who I am today
I’m okay with who I, who I am today
I’m okay with who I am today
I’m okay with who I, who I am today

Macklemore – Intentions lyrics

I wanna be sober, but I love getting high
Wanna give it a hundred percent, but I’m too afraid to try
I wanna be faithful, but love hooking up with randos
I wanna live by the law, but still think like a vandal
I wanna get exercise, but I’m too lazy to workout
I want all the finer things, but don’t wanna go to work now
I wanna go outside, take my family to the beach
I wake up in the morning, first thing I do is look at a screen, at a screen

[Pre-Chorus: Macklemore]
Wanna live freely, why isn’t it so easy?
I should read a book, but I keep watching this TV
And I know this lifestyle doesn’t really feed me
I just tune out to the voice inside that’s speaking

[Chorus: Dan Caplen]
All my little problems keep on building up and building up
All my good intentions just ain’t good enough to find the love
So I smoke until my lungs are full
Drink until I lose my cool
Apology’s my middle name and one day, I will change
But I’m okay with who I am today
I’m okay with who I, who I am today

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[Verse 2: Macklemore]
I want world piece, but I wanna watch Worldstar
I know that I should stay home and still wanna kick it where the girls are
I wanna be a feminist, but I’m still watching porno
I wanna eat healthy, but I’ma eat this Digiornos
We live on social media, read other people’s thoughts
Tweet about justice, but don’t show up to the march
I think about the earth and I think about the eco
What am I willing to sacrifice at the expense of my ego?

[Pre-Chorus: Macklemore]
Wanna live freely, why isn’t it so easy?
I should read a book, but I keep watching this TV
And I know this lifestyle doesn’t really feed me
I just tune out to the voice inside that’s speaking

[Chorus: Dan Caplen]
All my little problems keep on building up and building up
All my good intentions just ain’t good enough to find the love
So I smoke until my lungs are full
Drink until I lose my cool
Apology’s my middle name and one day, I will change
But I’m okay with who I am today
I’m okay with who I, who I am today
I’m okay with who I am today
I’m okay with who I, who I am today

Chief Keef – How You Like Me Now (The W Mixtape)

[Chorus]
I’m actin’ brand new, how you like me now
Car got autopilot, have it drive me ’round
I take that bloody money and have it wipe me down
And if you want some smoke them folks gon’ shut you down
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
Them bitches laughed at me but they like me now
Blue face hunduns, how you like me now?

[Verse 1]
I’ma get a feast, you can have a seat, stuntin’ casualties
Hit LA, ’cause in Chiraq, it be hot as grease
Treat a bitch, how she like me now, told that bitch to flee
She a flee, I’m a fuckin’ beast, walk up by a creek
In the trap, what you want a P? Go come with that fee
Takin’ trips, and I’m gonna see what you’ll never see
Bitch I turned out everything that I planned to be
Ain’t no success with Plan A, then it’s Plan B
Ain’t no maybe with this gang shit, it’s a guarantee
Man these bitches all in my hair, like some Pantene
All I need is the biggest firm to defend me
Couldn’t box no fucks to give, so I left it empty

[Chorus]
I’m actin’ brand new, how you like me now
Car got autopilot, have it drive me ’round
I take that bloody money and have it wipe me down
And if you want some smoke them folks gon’ shut you down
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
Them bitches laughed at me but they like me now
Blue face hunduns, how you like me now?

[Verse 2]
Nigga you a dork, and I’m very important
Goin’ Randy Orton, police get behind you, that don’t mean abort
Hit the scene, hoes, bunch of green, bitch lets fill a pint
Touchdown, one for the team, that’s what they like to see
Kanye, slow down, drive slow
How you like me? I’m a dog what’s the pack code
Get my feet down, it’s so comfy
Smell some slices, in a bakery, I’m going Kimbo
Dehydrated, I need Fiji
Touch remote to the TV
Hit the arco like habibi
You see that foreign? It’s 250
Lets see who all leave the parking lot when we start pullin’ out
And this thoinky so damn loud it’s like I cannot put it out

[Chorus]
I’m actin’ brand new, how you like me now
Car got autopilot, have it drive me ’round
I take that bloody money and have it wipe me down
And if you want some smoke them folks gon’ shut you down
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
Them bitches laughed at me but they like me now
Blue face hunduns, how you like me now?

POST MALONE – Rockstar lyrics

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Tank God Beats

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
Ayy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black
I’m startin’ sayin’, “Rest in peace to Bon Scott”
Ayy, close that door, we blowin’ smoke
She ask me light a fire like I’m Morrison
Ayy, act a fool on stage
Prolly leave my fuckin’ show in a cop car
Ayy, shit was legendary
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin’, don’t give a damn
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Sayin’ “I’m with the band”
Ayy, ayy, now she actin’ outta pocket
Tryna grab up on my pants
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain’t got a man
And they all brought a friend
Yeah, ayy

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Ayy, ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
I’ve been in the Hills fuckin’ superstars
Feelin’ like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
Drankin’ Henny, bad bitches jumpin’ in the pool
And they ain’t got on no bra (bra)
Hit her from the back, pullin’ on her tracks
And now she screamin’ out “no mas” (yeah, yeah, yeah)
They like “Savage, why you got a 12 car garage
And you only got 6 cars?” (21)
I ain’t with the cakin’, how you kiss that? (kiss that?)
Your wifey say I’m lookin’ like a whole snack (big snack)
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
L.A. bitches always askin’ “Where the coke at?” (21, 21)
Livin’ like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
I done made the hot chart, ‘member I used to trap hard
Livin’ like a rockstar, I’m livin’ like a rockstar

[Chorus: Post Malone & 21 Savage]
Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (grrra-ta-ta-ta)

[Outro: Post Malone]
Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
Rockstar
Rockstar, feel just like a rock…
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Feel just like a…

Post Malone – Rockstar lyrics

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Tank God Beats

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
Ayy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black
I’m startin’ sayin’, “Rest in peace to Bon Scott”
Ayy, close that door, we blowin’ smoke
She ask me light a fire like I’m Morrison
Ayy, act a fool on stage
Prolly leave my fuckin’ show in a cop car
Ayy, shit was legendary
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin’, don’t give a damn
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Sayin’ “I’m with the band”
Ayy, ayy, now she actin’ outta pocket
Tryna grab up on my pants
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain’t got a man
And they all brought a friend
Yeah, ayy

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[Chorus: Post Malone]
Ayy, ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
I’ve been in the Hills fuckin’ superstars
Feelin’ like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
Drankin’ Henny, bad bitches jumpin’ in the pool
And they ain’t got on no bra (bra)
Hit her from the back, pullin’ on her tracks
And now she screamin’ out “no mas” (yeah, yeah, yeah)
They like “Savage, why you got a 12 car garage
And you only got 6 cars?” (21)
I ain’t with the cakin’, how you kiss that? (kiss that?)
Your wifey say I’m lookin’ like a whole snack (big snack)
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
L.A. bitches always askin’ “Where the coke at?” (21, 21)
Livin’ like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
I done made the hot chart, ‘member I used to trap hard
Livin’ like a rockstar, I’m livin’ like a rockstar

[Chorus: Post Malone & 21 Savage]
Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (grrra-ta-ta-ta)

[Outro: Post Malone]
Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
Rockstar
Rockstar, feel just like a rock…
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Feel just like a…

Loyle Carner – Sun Of Jean (feat. Mum & Dad)

[Verse 1: Loyle Carner]
Ay, we just supported Nas
Whose world is this? Bruv, of course it’s ours
Saying I ain’t been the same since I caught the scars
They don’t fade, I ain’t ashamed, watch us fall from Mars
‘Cause it’s the fallen parts and all the dust settles
And we all call on ours fast as we pluck petals
Uh, we let the love pour into our brain
Another day doing more to maintain
Saying finally those tears in my mother’s eyes
Tears from the other side
Tears of joy, her little boy’s got his mother’s pride
You don’t know nothing ’bout the rain ’til you come inside
And watch it trickle past the pane as the summer rise
‘Cause ain’t no love inside my heart
Uh, except for my mother and my diehards
I stay firm, little brother keeps my mind sharp
If I lost yours, come and find ours

[Chorus]
I’ve got pleasures
Becoming pressures
They make me want to drift away
They make me want to drift away

[Verse 2: Loyle Carner]
I wasn’t running from the beast, I was running from myself
Running out of street, she was worried ’bout my health
Wasn’t worried it was beef, wasn’t worried it was girls
She was worried it was me and my mother couldn’t tell
Something bigger than the world
Ay, for me and Ryan
Ay, now he could see that I’ve been crying
Tell a little lie and say there’s something in my eye
And from the second he could see that I’ve been lying
He would think I wasn’t trying
Telling him, look, honestly, I’m dying
To be the bigger man, the one that you’re relying
On, I keep it strong, so I tell another lie
‘Cause it’s the only way to keep me from denying
So I tell him, brother, listen, listen, when the sun don’t glisten
All the days turn grey and the love goes missing
Hate won’t fade and the front row hissing
You’re the only one who keeps my heart wishing

[Chorus]
I’ve got pleasures
Becoming pressures
They make me want to drift away
They make me want to drift away
I’ve got pleasures
Becoming pressures
They make me want to drift away
They make me want to drift away

[Bridge: Loyle Carner]
Call me the son of Jean, my little submarine
Me and my mother, there ain’t nothing that can come between
Call me the son of Jean, my little submarine
Me and my mother, there ain’t nothing that can come between
‘Cause I’m the son of Jean

[Verse 3: Loyle Carner]
Uh, but she said that it ain’t me without ADHD
88 keys, I was turning eighteen
She would stay and say please with a face that say cheese
Always trynz make peace like a plate of baked beans
That was me and my bean
That was me and my Jean
That was me and my Jean

[Verse 4: Jean Coyle-Larner]
He was a scribble of a boy, all hair and mischief
A two-foot tale of trouble, rhe bee’s knees
A cartwheeling chatterbox of tricks, completely fearless
I had to carry a first aid kit, my band-aid boy
I had my heart in my mouth wherever we went
He’d do backflips into the pool when he was tiny
And the lifeguards would get all stressed out
He was a proper Mowgli, he embraced everything
Took things apart to see what made them tick
Such busy fingers
He would empty sugar packets onto the tables
In restaurants to draw pictures in
He used to draw on anything
Fantastical creatures with ferocious fangs
And now he draws with words
And I find lyrics on my till receipts and bills
He was never still and barely slept, so neither did I
I could never understand how he could watch TV
Upside down while kicking a ball
His eyes shone with wonder
Music flowed through him like a current
He’d upend a stool to use as a microphone
Singing away for his grandparents
He turned the world upside down and we’re richer for it
He was and is a complete joy
The world is his, that scribble of a boy

Post Malone – Rockstar (feat. 21 Savage)

[Intro]
Hahahahaha
Tank God Beats

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
Ayy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black
I’m startin’ sayin’, "Rest in peace to Bon Scott"
Ayy, close that door, we blowin’ smoke
She ask me light a fire like I’m Morrison
Ayy, act a fool on stage
Prolly leave my fuckin’ show in a cop car
Ayy, shit was legendary
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin’, don’t give a damn
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Sayin’, "I’m with the band"
Ayy, ayy, now she actin’ outta pocket
Tryna grab up on my pants
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain’t got a man
And they all brought a friend
Yeah, ayy

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Ayy, ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
I’ve been in the Hills fuckin’ superstars
Feelin’ like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
Drankin’ Henny, bad bitches jumpin’ in the pool
And they ain’t got on no bra (bra)
Hit her from the back, pullin’ on her tracks
And now she screamin’ out, "No mas" (yeah, yeah, yeah)
They like, "Savage, why you got a 12 car garage
And you only got 6 cars?" (21)
I ain’t with the cakin’, how you kiss that? (kiss that?)
Your wifey say I’m lookin’ like a whole snack (big snack)
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
L.A. bitches always askin’ "Where the coke at?"
Livin’ like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
I done made the hot chart, ‘member I used to trap hard
Livin’ like a rockstar, I’m livin’ like a rockstar

[Chorus: Post Malone & 21 Savage]
Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

[Outro: Post Malone]
Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
Rockstar
Rockstar, feel just like a rock…
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Feel just like a…

Neck Deep – Don’t Wait (feat. Sam Carter) (The Peace And The Panic Album)

[Verse 1: Ben Barlow]
Disrupted they keep dividing
The government is lying
I’m not going to be a Pharisee of this society
Turn off your TV station
That’s not real information
Trying to define the human mind
It’s like puppetry
And they’ve got you by your strings
Playing God for money
A sorry sad charade
You can see right through it

[Chorus: Ben Barlow]
Don’t wait for anyone
Say it for you
Say it for yourself
What if God was the beggar in disguise?
Would it make any difference?
Would you open your eyes?
Whoa oh, whoa oh

[Verse 2: Ben Barlow]
Suspend your disbelief
Are you paying close attention?
If you blink then you might miss their tricks and their deception
Destruct and disobey their laws
They say cause all the world is dark
And if you choose to read the news
Then you must question everything
And they’ve got you on your knees
They’ve got your milk and honey
And then we put them on the parade
And celebrate what’s coming

[Chorus: Ben Barlow]
Don’t wait for anyone
Say it for you
Say it for yourself
What if God was the beggar in disguise?
Would it make any difference?
Would you open your eyes?
Whoa oh, whoa oh

[Bridge: Sam Carter]
No path
No grave
No justice
No peace
Dig deep, believe
The truth will set you free

No path
No grave
No justice
No peace
Dig deep and see
The government is lying

[Chorus: Ben Barlow & Sam Carter]
Don’t wait, don’t wait for anyone, for anyone
Say it for you
Say it for yourself
Yeah what if God was the beggar in disguise?
Would it make any difference?
Would you open your eyes?

[Bridge: Sam Carter]
No path
No grave
No justice
No peace
Dig deep, believe
The truth will set you free
No path
No grave
No justice
No peace
Would it make any difference?
Would you open your eyes?

Better off alone – Ayo & Teo lyrics

Lyrics Ayo – Better off alone

Tell me where you’re goin’ (tell me where you’re goin’)
All them nights alone (all them nights alone)
Tell me why we’re all where we are, yeah (where we are)
Okay, I’m never comin’ home (never comin’ home)
Better off alone (I’m better off alone)
Now you finally know where we are, yeahhh.

Bought you Fendi this (Fendi)
Bought you Louis that (Louis)
Gucci’s on your feet (Gucci, what?)
Match the Gucci hat (hat)
Diamonds on your fist (hey)
Rollie on your wrist (ice)
We do not exist (nope)
Brand new phone, who dis? (who that?)
Heard me on the track (hey)
Now you want me back (hey)
This ain’t Jackson 5 though (woah)
I don’t want you back (yeah)
Yeah we the reverse bros (hey)
Rollie with a dab (dab)
You wasn’t nobody
Now you on the map..

Girl you let the sauce go to your head (to your head)
And the text you sent was left on read (left on read)
Girl you let the sauce go to your head (to your head)
When you hit the streets rollin’, tell me where you’re goin’.

Tell me where you’re goin’ (tell me where you’re goin’)
All them nights alone (all them nights alone)
Tell me why we’re all where we are, yeah (where we are)
Okay, I’m never comin’ home (never comin’ home)
Better off alone (I’m better off alone)
Now you finally know where we are, yeahhh.

All them nights alone
Baby, come with me
Put your favorite show on
I know you like TV
Spent 20 on the chain
Just for my own name (name)
Pick out what you want (want)
I’m not gon’ complain (what? what?)
You and me was dope, man (dope)
You had me so open (skrrt, skrrt)
Stabbed me in the back
Versuri-lyrics.info
Now my feelings on the floor, man
Bought you Louis this
Bought you ‘Sace that
Gucci on your feet (feet)
Guess who bought you that.

Girl you let the sauce go to your head (to your head)
And the text you sent was left on read (left on read)
Girl you let the sauce go to your head (to your head)
When you hit the streets roamin’, tell me where you’re goin’

Tell me where you’re goin’ (tell me where you’re goin’)
All them nights alone (all them nights alone)
Tell me why we’re all where we are, yeah (where we are)
Okay, I’m never comin’ home (never comin’ home)
Better off alone (I’m better off alone)
Now you finally know where we are, yeah.

Girl you let the sauce go to your head (to your head)
And the text you sent was left on read (left on read)
Girl you let the sauce go to your head (to your head)
When you hit the streets roamin’, tell me where you’re goin’ (tell me where you’re goin’)
Tell me where you’re goin’
Tell me where you’re goinnn’.
Ayo lyrics
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Tyler The Creator – Ziploc

[Intro]
Try to do this bitch in one take, or somethin’…

[Verse]
What’s the point of bein’ rich when you wake up alone?
What’s the point of goin’ home when it ain’t nobody there?
Fuck that, I grab my bike and phone home in the air
And I pedal through the city with the wide frame steer
With that tall pale boy that I met last year
Grape, that’s what I call him, love, that’s what I fall in
Fell in, I ain’t like sports growing up, but now I’m ballin’
I guess I’m a late bloomer
Ayo, look, high tide bottoms ’cause the neck on lunar
Them GOLF le FLEUR unos ’cause, we don’t do Puma, nah
20k pairs, gone in 3 seconds
You ain’t gotta like him and you ain’t gotta respect him
For playin’ chess with these niggas
That think that they’re bench pressin’
Leg day is getting skipped, guess who really runnin’ shit?
Young Teezy, it ain’t easy, feelin’ wheezy in this bitch
New slaves got y’all niggas feelin’ breezy on the ship
Pour a Fanta in your poison so its easier to sip, huh?
My shit leaked two weeks before that release date
First week, did dos, a thousand off, beat Meek
Shout out Meek! Two niggas first week top 3!
And I can’t even get a song to play on the radio
But tripled in them ratings, TV channels still pay me tho, haha
P told me not to trip
I am in my Ziploc, nigga
Feel like I got the best album out, uh
I know I got the best album out, preach

[Outro]
Let me, let me hear that

MNEK – Paradise (Acoustic)

[Intro]
If you wanna leave
If you wanna go
Baby don’t leave
Why don’t we go somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere
Why don’t we go somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere

[Chorus]
Would you like to go to paradise?
‘Cause I’m not tryna go alone
Run away with me to paradise
If you wanna leave, then we can go
‘Cause the real world told me lies
The realest lies ever told
So let’s run away and find paradise
Paradise
And soon paradise will be home

[Post-Chorus]
If you wanna leave
If you wanna go
Baby don’t leave yet

[Verse 1]
Take my hand, shut your eyes and imagine
Wouldn’t it be nice?
Just to have an escape, a distraction
Far away from this life?
I tried to be cool but this world was too cruel
For me to sit around and simply drown in fear
So I’m asking you, what would you do
If we could get out of here?

[Chorus]
Would you like to go to paradise?
‘Cause I’m not tryna go alone
Run away with me to paradise
If you wanna leave, then we can go
‘Cause the real world told me lies
The realest lies ever told
So let’s run away and find paradise
Paradise
And soon paradise will be home

[Post-Chorus]
If you wanna leave
If you wanna go
Baby don’t leave yet

[Verse 2]
Your love’s like a fantasy
Nothing like what I saw on the news yesterday
Another man down, blood on the ground
Makes me wanna just run away
Where we run is a mystery
Ignorance is bliss to me
‘Cause whenever I turn on my TV it’s just misery
I tried to be cool but this world’s too cruel
For me to sit around and simply drown in fear
So I’m asking you, what would you do
If we could get out of here, because I want to go

[Chorus]
Would you like to go to paradise?
‘Cause I’m not tryna go alone
Run away with me to paradise
If you wanna leave, then we can go
‘Cause the real world told me lies
The realest lies ever told
So let’s run away and find paradise
Paradise
And soon paradise will be home

[Outro]
Home
Home
Home
Paradise is in my mind baby
Paradise is in my mind baby
It won’t take to long to find baby
Paradise is in my mind baby
In paradise we’re free
To do what we want to do
In paradise we’re free baby

You can’t run away forever

Dylan Scott – Living Room (Dylan Scott Deluxe Edition Album)

A milk crate coffee table
A ragged, worn out La-Z-Boy
From the Goodwill store
Not much more

This twenty-two inch TV
Curtains made of bed sheets
And a bucket on the floor
When it rains and pours
Front to back it’s four hundred square feet
That’s what you get when you tell her you need

A little living room
Some space to breathe
I can spend my Friday nights
Doing what I please
It’s mine all night
But honestly
I can’t figure out just what to do
With all this living room

First week felt like freedom
But lately I ain’t sleeping
I just wait by the phone
Trying not to call

Last night the boys came over
We played a little poker
But when they went home
I never felt so alone
I miss you and me on our old couch
What made me think I couldn’t do without

A little living room
Some space to breathe
A Friday night ain’t nothing like
It’s cracked up to be
It’s mine all night
But honestly
I can’t figure out just what to do
With all this living room

It’s mine all night
But what you can’t see
Just feels more like I’m dying without you
In this living room
Alone in this living room

Reo Cragun – Prom Night (Growing Pains Album)

Flick’n through the channels
Reality is on TV
All it does is damage, can’t you see
You used to find your balance
You fall’n off the deep
Cigarettes and Xanax flood these streets
I got my faith in ya
Even when you lose it
I got my love in ya
Even when you put me through it
I’ll be the rock, the anchor
You be my wings and halo
You showed me what its like fly

Your my baby girl
Your my everything
Is it true love, hard to know for sure
We hit the dance floor
Screamin, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tonight, forever lives
Even through the encore

Like its prom night
Im a take you out
Im a dance with ya
Through the slow songs baby
Like its prom night
Im a love you down
Baby memory
Till its all done baby

I hear’em talk’n in the hallway
They only speak when I’m far away
Why you puttin up such an act
Why you life like Broadway
How you hang with them anyway
Dont you know we got chemistry
And I ain’t talkin no second period
My love is so serious
Life, hit her like everyday
Crossroads going many ways
We can be on the up and up
What we got is a forever love

Your my baby girl
Your my everything
Is it true love, hard to know for sure
We hit the dance floor
Screamin, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tonight, forever lives
Even through the encore

Like its prom night
Im a take you out
Im a dance with ya
Through the slow songs baby
Like its prom night
Im a love you down
Baby memory
Till its all done baby

Oh no
Dont let it be over
This moment won’t last forever
I saw us dying down come closer
Can’t let in
Oh no

Like its prom night
Im a take you out
Im a dance with ya
Through the slow songs baby
Like its prom night
Im a love you down
Baby memory
Till its all done baby

Like its prom night
Im a take you out
Im a dance with ya
Through the slow songs baby
Like its prom night
Im a love you down
Baby memory
Till its all done baby

MoneyBagg Yo – Important (Federal 3X Album)

[Verse 1]
All this ice on me, I’m cold, I need a Montclair
All this water on me, I’m wet, I need some swim gear
I fuck bitches by the threes, I don’t do the pairs
And I only fuck with the gang, I don’t do the squares
She call me daddy when she see me, yeah she glad to see me
I was starvin’, now you see me on your plasma TV
I hit the gas and get on my level, and it take me there
I just might spazz, I just might crash
If they don’t play me fair
Glock nine on me all in my shows, tucked in my underwear
And I’ma blow it if a nigga try me, please don’t take me there
Guap all in my pocket look like thigh pads
When your belt cost a lot she like why sag?

[Chorus]
I leveled up, I feel important
Came up with this without a chorus
About my green like a forest
In your city like a tourist
Where your hood, where your whores at?
If you want problems don’t avoid that
I leveled up, I feel important
I leveled up, I feel important

[Verse 2]
I’m hearin’ voices sayin’ flex on ’em
I’m whippin’ dope with the Patek on me
I’m always good, ain’t gotta check on me
She hit me up, she wanna sex on me
I’m a dog, I’m a pit on ’em
Giraffe head, she got a neck on her
Bust in her face, made a mess on her
And she didn’t wipe it off, she just licked on it
The drank got me pudgy, the Audemar floody
I’m on they ass like some Huggies
I know I got clones, they wanna get on
They get in they zone and study
Tell the label open up the budget
Let’s run up them numbers like fuck it
Ropes on me, double dutchin’
I don’t know you so I’m clutchin’
I wasn’t at no BET Awards
I wanted the XXL
They didn’t wanna give me my recognition
Like my shit ain’t hard as hell
Oh well, guess they thought I would fail
I told ’em time will tell
I went and bought my whole squad cars
No I ain’t talkin’ ’bout 12

[Chorus]
I leveled up, I feel important
Came up with this without a chorus
About my green like a forest
In your city like a tourist
Where your hood, where your whores at?
If you want problems don’t avoid that
I leveled up, I feel important
I leveled up, I feel important

[Outro]
I leveled up, I feel important
(I leveled up, I feel important)
I leveled up, I feel important
I leveled up, I feel important
(I leveled up, I feel important)
I leveled up, I feel important
I leveled up, I feel important

RiFF RAFF – Work for It Lyrics

[Intro]
RiFF!
Used to ride, used to, used to ride a…
Used to, forest, forest green Jag, Jag, Jag
Forest, forest green, work for it
RiFF!

[Chorus]
I used to ride around in the forest green Jag, Jag
I used to ride around, mad, mad
Mad ’cause I had to work for it, work for it, work for it
Mad ’cause I had to work for it, work for it, work for it
I used to ride around in the forest green Jag, green Jag
I used to ride around, mad, mad
Mad ’cause I had to work for it, work for it, work for it
Mad ’cause I had to work for it, had to work for it, work for it

[Verse]
Yeah, shout out to the school books
The same books that I burned in the trash can
Vocabulary, words from Afghanistan
Don’t talk to me in public ’cause that ain’t my style
A businessman worth a couple hundred million now
A couple hundred billion if we’re talkin’ ’bout potential
Can’t talk about a Lambo if you drive a rental
You can’t have a dick if you talk to me, stop talkin’
Better talk to the TV, I’m in HD
Better to talk to my Hummer, it’s an H3
All I ever wants an all-girls slumber party
Then I blow up and I act like I don’t know nobody
RiFF! Don’t, uh uh

[Chorus]
I used to ride around in the forest green Jag, Jag
I used to ride around, mad, mad
Mad ’cause I had to work for it, work for it, work for it
Mad ’cause I had to work for it, work for it, work for it
I used to ride around in the forest green Jag, green Jag
I used to ride around, mad, mad
Mad ’cause I had to work for it, work for it, work for it
Mad ’cause I had to work for it, had to work for it, work for it

[Outro]
RiFF!

RiFF RAFF – 11 Hour Nap Lyrics

[Chorus]
11 hour nap off the Actavis
I stumble over FedEx packages
It’s Ravishing Rick Rude in the matte tint
Black tint, blue wrist
Helicopter pad feels like a windstorm (snow storm)
I could start a snow storm with my chain and charm
Chocolate diamonds ducked off in my ruby rug
Hurricane in my blood, flash flood

[Verse 1]
Red carpet, kush, ashes on floor mats
My words, they didn’t pass, don’t think about that
Don’t ask me any questions, should we interact
Madonna does my ad-libs, you do the math
I should have a TV show, theme song on top
I don’t FaceTime, you watch screenshots
Damn it’s gettin’ hot, I pull open the top
Pull up with no roof, diamonds on my tooth
I should have a TV show, theme song on top
I don’t FaceTime, you watch screenshots
Damn it’s gettin’ hot, I pull open the top
Pull up with no roof, diamonds on my tooth

[Chorus]
11 hour nap off the Actavis
I stumble over FedEx packages
It’s Ravishing Rick Rude in the matte tint
Black tint, blue wrist
Helicopter pad feels like a windstorm (snow storm)
I could start a snow storm with my chain and charm
Chocolate diamonds ducked off in my ruby rug
Hurricane in my blood, flash flood

[Verse 2]
Feel like I’m rich
This money ain’t shit, I might buy me a bitch
Broke out a stick and he let it hit
My niggas stay lit
You don’t like me, most likely it’s this
Most likely I’m hitting his sis
If I ain’t hit, then I get the assist
A lotta hoes, I ain’t get to admit
Young niggas turnin’ rich off Riff
Young niggas runnin’ shit, Emmitt Smith
Fuckin’ hoes, doin’ shows, me and Riff
On the road, every mission I mix
Couple you niggas got clipped
Wasn’t on shit from the get
Be like this as I step on the fence
Broke niggas, they stay on the bench

[Chorus]
11 hour nap off the Actavis
I stumble over FedEx packages
It’s Ravishing Rick Rude in the matte tint
Black tint, blue wrist
Helicopter pad feels like a windstorm (snow storm)
I could start a snow storm with my chain and charm
Chocolate diamonds ducked off in my ruby rug
Hurricane in my blood, flash flood

[Verse 3]
Oh check the time on the bust down
Bad bitch, super thick, she’s from uptown
Oh, all she wanna do is go up
Uh, pop pills, smoke and drank ’til she throw up
They done got me started
So much ice, jewelry game so retarted
Shawty sayin’ she can’t take no more of the D
I told her, “You gotta finish what you started”
Big ol’ diamonds in my ear, I could barely hear
VIP, they seen them bottles, bet they comin’ over here
If they ain’t a 9 or a dime, I don’t want ’em there
Pints of the Actavis, you know I’m poppin’ pills

[Chorus]
11 hour nap off the Actavis
I stumble over FedEx packages
It’s Ravishing Rick Rude in the matte tint
Black tint, blue wrist
Helicopter pad feels like a windstorm (snow storm)
I could start a snow storm with my chain and charm
Chocolate diamonds ducked off in my ruby rug
Hurricane in my blood, flash flood