Daily Archives: May 18, 2017

Soundgarden’s Denver show canceled in wake of frontman’s death

The 52-year-old Cornell performed Wednesday night in Detroit with Soundgarden. Reps from Live Nation confirmed in a release on Thursday morning that the band has canceled that show. The 52-year-old Cornell was on tour with Soundgarden, which was slated to perform in Denver at a sold-out Fillmore Auditorium on Monday. As Stereogum reports, the band closed its Wednesday night set in Detroit out with “Slaves & Bulldozers,” off its seminal 1991 album “Badmotorfinger.” You can watch a clip from that performance, Cornell’s last before his death, below. “Our thoughts and prayers are with the entire Soundgarden family during this difficult time,” the release said. The band’s scheduled concert in Denver on May 22 has been canceled. (Seth McConnell, The Denver Post)
Chris Cornell, the lead singer of the bands Soundgarden and later Audioslave, died last night in Detroit in what police say is being investigated as a possible suicide. “Rest In Peace, Chris.”
Refunds to the show will be available at point of purchase. Cornell died on Wednesday night in what police say is being investigated as a possible suicide. Soundgarden’s Chris Cornell at the band’s FirstBank Center on May 28, 2013, in Broomfield. Cornell was one of the leading voices of the 1990s grunge movement with Soundgarden, which emerged as one of the biggest bands out of Seattle’s emerging music scene, joining the likes of Nirvana, Pearl Jam and Alice in Chains.

WARMI – SENTIMIENTO lyrics

Esta noche vamo al party
Si tú quiere vamo al party
Yo estoy deseando verte
Poco a poco conocerte

Yo no sé lo que te pasa
Pero te quiero en mi cama
Sé que a ti hago falta
No me dejes con las ganas

Me dice que estoy loco
Que solo quiero eso
Yo quiero más contigo
Y tú no quieres sentimiento

Ven vámonos a la disco
Quiero hacértelo lento
Despacio y hasta abajo
Tú ya sabe que no miento

Ahí apareces tú en la esquina del club te veo a contraluz
Te siento lejos, quiero tu cuerpo entero

En el dance hall yo quiero más
Y tú miras a otro chaval

Voy pa ti, voy pegando bien suave
Cuando te lo hago yo no hay rivales
Tengo pa ti y pa toas las yales
A ti te curo yo to los males

Me dice que estoy loco
Que solo quiero eso
Yo quiero más contigo
Y tú no quieres sentimiento

Ven vámonos a la disco
Quiero hacértelo lento
Despacio y hasta abajo
Tú ya sabes que no miento

Daniel Dello – Footy lyrics

Footsteps walking with me
Footsteps I cannot see
But every move I make
And every step I take
I know they’re there with me
They walk with me all the way
Beside me day by day
Through good and bad
Through happy and sad
Those footsteps won’t go away

I’ll never walk in life alone
There’ll always be someone there
I know He won’t let me down
He’s with me everywhere
The special things in life I’ve done
Have been through Him and His love
I’ve been blessed in so many ways

Thanks to the Lord above

Footsteps walking with me
Footsteps I cannot see
But every move I make
And every step I take
I know they’re there with me
They walk with me all the way
Beside me day by day
Through good and bad
Through happy and sad
Those footsteps won’t go away

I think that my life’s been planned
By the one who’s guiding me
When I’m led by the hand
Of someone I can’t see
I’m not always sure where to go
That’s when I follow his lead
I know that the pathway that He shows
Will help me to succeed

Footsteps walking with me (footsteps walking)
Footsteps I cannot see (I cannot see)
But every move I make
And every step I take
I know they’re there with me
They walk with me all the way
Beside me day by day (day by day)
Through good and bad
Through happy and sad
Those footsteps won’t go away
Through good and bad
Through happy and sad
By my side they will stay

BNM Trainees (Daehwi, Woojin, Youngmin, Donghyun) – Welcome To My Hollywood lyrics

Welcome to my Hollywood
Geudaeeui naega aniya
I go zero to a Hundred real quick
I got you thinking of me
All day Err day
Who am I
Who am I
I’mma let you know
I’mma let you know
Who am I
Who am I
I’mma let you know
I’mma let you know
Welcome to my Hollywood Welcome to my Hollywood
Who am I
Who am I
I’mma let you know
I’mma let you know
Welcome to my Hollywood
Who am I
Who am I
I’mma let you know
I’mma let you know
Welcome to my Hollywood
Nal boreo ppalli what
What neonewaneun dalli nan
Sonman dereodo nalli what
Nae gireun jeonghaejyeo isseo
Philyo eobseo naebi
Ije heomul beotgo nalagal charye
Uh like nabi
Tega naneun i mudaee
Bichin nae keolleo
Jeomjeom ollaganeun ondo soge
Chaewojin phallou
Sumi chamyeo neukkyeojineun
I teollim neol deryeogalke
Urimaneui halliwudeu seutaillo
Ije sumyeon uiro
Ollagal ttae dwesseo
(Machi mueon ga e hollin deuthan hwangak)
Gudi malhaji anhado alla that’s up
(Hyeonsireul ijeobeorin deuthan mangkak uh)
Hanbeon ppajimyeon neo heeo naol su eobseulgeol
An bon saram isseodo hanbeon bon saram eobtne woh
If you curious
I’mma let you know
Who am I
Who am I?

BNM Trainees (Daehwi, Woojin, Youngmin, Donghyun) – Hollywood lyrics

Welcome to my Hollywood
Who am I
Who am I
I’mma let you know
I’mma let you know
Welcome to my Hollywood
Who am I
Who am I
I’mma let you know
I’mma let you know
Welcome to my Hollywood
Nal boreo ppalli what
What neonewaneun dalli nan
Sonman dereodo nalli what
Nae gireun jeonghaejyeo isseo
Philyo eobseo naebi
Ije heomul beotgo nalagal charye
Uh like nabi
Tega naneun i mudaee
Bichin nae keolleo
Jeomjeom ollaganeun ondo soge
Chaewojin phallou
Sumi chamyeo neukkyeojineun
I teollim neol deryeogalke
Urimaneui halliwudeu seutaillo
Ije sumyeon uiro
Ollagal ttae dwesseo
(Machi mueon ga e hollin deuthan hwangak)
Gudi malhaji anhado alla that’s up
(Hyeonsireul ijeobeorin deuthan mangkak uh)
Hanbeon ppajimyeon neo heeo naol su eobseulgeol
An bon saram isseodo hanbeon bon saram eobtne woh
If you curious
I’mma let you know
Who am I
Who am I? Welcome to my Hollywood
Geudaeeui naega aniya
I go zero to a Hundred real quick
I got you thinking of me
All day Err day
Who am I
Who am I
I’mma let you know
I’mma let you know
Who am I
Who am I
I’mma let you know
I’mma let you know
Welcome to my Hollywood

Rocker Chris Cornell dead at the age of 52

Cornell also released four solo studio albums and a solo live album. The statement said the family would be working closely with the medical examiner to determine the cause and asked for privacy. Cornell died in the middle of a national tour with Soundgarden on May 18, 2017. Chris Cornell of Soundgarden raises his guitar to the audience as the band takes the stage at the 1st Bank Center on May 28, 2013 in Broomfield. Cornell, who had been on tour, died Wednesday night in Detroit, Brian Bumbery said in a statement to The Associated Press. A sad loss of a great talent to the world, his friends and family. Bumbery called the death “sudden and unexpected” and said his wife and family were shocked by it. In addition to his music, Cornell also became involved in philanthropy and started the Chris and Vicky Cornell Foundation to support children facing challenges, including homelessness, poverty, abuse and neglect. Aerosmith guitarist Joe Perry tweeted: “Very sad news about Chris Cornell today. It included hit singles “Spoonman,” “Fell on Black Days,” “Black Hole Sun,” “My Wave” and “The Day I Tried to Live.”
Soundgarden disbanded in 1997 due to tensions in the band, and Cornell pursued a solo career. In 2001, he joined Audioslave, a supergroup that included former Rage Against the Machine members Tom Morello, Brad Wilk and Tim Commerford. ___
Associated Press writer Dennis Waszak in New York contributed to this report. Rest In Peace.”
With his powerful, nearly four-octave vocal range, Cornell was one of the leading voices of the 1990s grunge movement with Soundgarden, which emerged as one of the biggest bands out of Seattle’s emerging music scene, joining the likes of Nirvana, Pearl Jam and Alice in Chains. Related Articles

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Cornell also collaborated with members of what would become Pearl Jam to form Temple of the Dog, which produced a self-titled album in 1991 in tribute to friend Andrew Wood, former frontman for Mother Love Bone. 1 on the Billboard 200 and was nominated for a Grammy for Best Rock Record in 1995. News of Cornell’s death prompted scores of tweets expressing sadness. He also released the single “The Promise” in March on iTunes, with all proceeds going to the International Rescue Committee, a global humanitarian aid, relief, and development non-governmental organization. The band released three albums in six years and also performed at a concert billed as Cuba’s first outdoor rock concert by an American band, though some Cuban artists have disputed that claim. Formed in 1984 by Cornell, guitarist Kim Thayil and bassist Hiro Yamamoto, Soundgarden’s third studio album, “Badmotorfinger,” in 1991 spawned popular singles “Jesus Christ Pose,” “Rusty Cage” and “Outshined” that received regular play on alternative rock radio stations. Three years later, Soundgarden broke through on mainstream radio with the album “Superunknown,” which debuted at No. Audioslave disbanded in 2007, but Cornell and Soundgarden reunited in 2012 and released the band’s sixth studio album, “King Animal” in 2012. Cornell had performed a Detroit concert with Soundgarden that night. (Veth McConnell, The Denver Post)
Rocker Chris Cornell, who gained fame as the lead singer of the bands Soundgarden and later Audioslave, has died at age 52, according to his representative.

Chuck Berry – Big Boys

The girls want to stay and the boys want to play
[Chorus]
And I got suspicious and I wanted to know
I knew when and what
When I was little bitty boy
If you love me like I love you, Mademoiselle [?]
No ifs, ands, or buts
Yes, yes, yes, yes
But when I found out where, what, when, and why
‘Cause the big boys wouldn’t let me party with them
Yes, yes
[Verse 2]
Yes, yes
Till the school dance when I first met you

Yes, yes
And you know why
[Verse 3]
[Verse 1]
So let’s a-rock and roll till the break of day
If I would have known what makes a world go ’round
Yes, yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes
Yes, yes
Yes, yes, yes, yes
No ifs, ands, or buts
I was looking for joy
I would have known what goes up must come down
Yes, yes
Yes, yes
Yes, yes
Wherever they went you knew they wouldn’t let me go
All of the big girls with their to
And you know why
I was looking for joy
I didn’t let a single week pass by
And I learned to party like the big boys do
I didn’t cry
Yes, yes

I was bright in school but my future looked dim
And you know why
When I was just a little boy like you
[Chorus]
I knew when and what
When I was little bitty boy
Yes, yes
I didn’t cry
When I was little bitty boy

I was looking for joy
Yes, yes
Yes, yes
I didn’t cry
I knew when and what
When I ask ’em what’s happening, nobody knew
I wanted to do things the big boys do
No ifs, ands, or buts

[Chorus]

AFI – Hidden Knives

And we’ll put pen to page
To erase time and my, my empty life
So poorly I’ve hidden knives

You will find them, you will find them
(Oh, you know me well)
(My hidden knives)
Surely sharpened knives
I’ve penned the end over smarter lines

(My hidden knives)

You will find them, you’ll find them
So poorly I’ve hidden knives
Oh, you know me well
(Oh, you know me well)
So poorly I’ve hidden knives
I left a little something on the table for you

But we both prefer romantic murder
I left a little something on the table for you
To pass your time – your empty time

There is no mystery in my cadence
Oh, you know me well
Or, if you prefer, I’ll pen a murder
I’ll scratch a mystery just please continue

You will find them, you’ll find them
(My hidden knives)
You will find them, you’ll find them
I left a little something on the altar for you
Well enough to find
You will find them, you will find them
It’s not that I don’t mind On with your crime.
So poorly I’ve hidden knives
And we’ll put pen to page
So poorly I’ve hidden knives
So poorly I’ve hidden knives
(Oh, you know me well)
And we’ll put pen to page

You will find them, you will find them

2 Chainz – It’s A Vibe (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Trey Songz & Jhené Aiko) (Lyric Video)

Where we got that clientele, avoid paper trails (right)
That’s a vibe
Got a vibe, make an Asian want hibachi (hibachi)

It’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)

Let me slide
And if you get paid, it’s solely based on your performance (TRU)
It’s a vibe
Any volunteers?
Yeah, that’s a vibe
It’s a vibe (vibe)
She wanna vibe
Get high
Vibe is the realest
Beat that pussy up, I need riot gear
All the bitches like it
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Am I your type?
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
It’s a vibe

It’s a vibe
Different vibe
That’s a vibe, yeah (that’s a vibe)
[Verse 4: Jhené Aiko]
[Intro: 2 Chainz]
That’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
Oh it’s a vibe
Yeah, uh (that’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
Gas in a Ziploc, now that’s loud and clear
Got a vibe, make a young chick turn her neck (alright)
Get high
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)

It’s a vibe, yeah, yeah, yeah
Maybe I’ll spend the night, yeah, yeah
Now I said I’m from the corner of the ATL (yah)
That’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
Oh it’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)
If you ain’t got no heart, man you gonna need a donor
It’s a vibe
She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
Bust it, bust it wide
That’s a vibe, yeah
Broke so many bales down that I’m shell shocked (bow)
[Verse 2: Trey Songz & 2 Chainz]
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah
It’s a vibe
This shit vibe, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
Okay, so I got the ambiance just where I want it (yeah)
Diggin’ deep while I’m lookin’ in your eyes

I know you feel it (yah)
It’s a vibe, oh it’s a vibe, yeah
Yeah, ooh
Gushin’, drippin’ down your thighs
Yeah, yeah
Your pussy drippin’
Late night
This the type of shit I like, yeah, yeah
My ego is enormous like my crib in California (hmm)
Yeah, hahaha
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
This my vibe, nigga
That’s a vibe
Got a vibe, make a cougar wanna spend a check (check)
Pussy tight
Don’t you like?
Oh that’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
I held Glocks, sold rocks by the mailbox (ooh)
Dim the lights
That’s a vibe
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe
[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Trey Songz]
She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
Got a vibe, make Italian want Versace (Versace)
Oh that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
Carbon copies get declined, I’m the pioneer
This one outta here, this is our year
Yeah, yeah (that’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe, that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah)
Yah

Selena Gomez – Bad Liar

[Post-Chorus]
I see how your attention builds
[Chorus]
Not to think about you
No, no, no, no
Ooh you’re taking all perfection out my mind
Not to give in to you
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
What could possibly happen next?
No, no, no, no
Guess I’m a bad liar
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

All my feelings on fire
Not to give in to you
Oh tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
It’s like looking in a mirror
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
All my feelings on fire
If you want you can rent that place
Tryna make it disappear
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Oh I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Call me an amenity
Can we focus on the love?
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Oh I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Not to think about you
No, no, no, no
Tryna play it coy
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

Ooh, you got someone else
Oh tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Guess I’m a bad liar
[Chorus]
All my feelings on fire
Oh I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Not to think about you
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
[Post-Chorus]
Oh baby let’s make reality, actuality, a reality
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
No, no, no, no
Bigger than it used to be
Not to think about you
[Verse 1]
Oh I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Guess I’m a bad liar
Oh tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
No, no, no, no
[Post-Chorus]
Even if it’s in my dreams
Ooooh every time I watch you serpentine
[Verse 2]
No, no, no, no
But just like the battle of Troy
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
[Bridge]
No, no, no, no
Trying to distract myself

Oh, oh, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Ooooh every time I watch you serpentine
Not to give in to you
Be the art, I’ll be the brush
Oh tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

Paint my kiss across your chest
[Chorus]
Your touch like a happy pill
No, no, no, no
I was walking down the street the other day
And oh baby let’s make reality, actuality, a reality
Oh I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Not to think about you

Not to give in to you

Not to give in to you
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Ooh you’re taking all perfection out my mind

[Pre-Chorus]
In my room there’s a king size space
Oh tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Not to think about you
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

No, no, no, no
Not to give in to you
But still all we do is fear
There’s nothing subtle here
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
No, no, no, no
Then I see your face

Sylvan LaCue – Grateful

Grateful, grateful, grateful
[Verse 2]

[Hook]
Moments get forsaken, granted you feel taken
Grateful, grateful, grateful
Open up your heart and smell the roses
I know I can’t help it, I know I can’t help it
Feeling that who that nigga we that, Shawty Redd was my ringtone
Even my whole squad, that’s myself
Grateful, grateful, grateful
Grateful, grateful, grateful
Grateful, grateful, grateful
Everything’s going my way and I’m still losing my mind
God with me in my lowest moments, blessings on blessings right under noses
I need compliments and ego driven lunches, all to feed my gumption
Mama told me "Shake the Devil off and let it go
God is giving you a better view
Grateful, grateful, grateful
Grateful, grateful, grateful

I don’t ever stop to think about shit, dog, like why the fuck you so mad?
I wanna dress so so bad, ain’t no feeling like myself these days
I was but a young boy with a no dream, can’t nothing ruin my day
Grateful, grateful, grateful
In anybody, but myself these days
Way before Apple Music and Spotify was all on my new phone
Always want to talk about what I ain’t got instead of everything that I had
I done ’bout prayed to God at least 8 hundred and 4022 times
I know I can’t help it, I know I can’t help it

Used to play Kingdom Hearts in my spare time and bump Jeezy tapes to feel grown
[Hook]
Little did I notice, everything I wanted all was inside
Take a look around, all we got is now, life ain’t measured by no inches
Grateful, grateful, grateful
The only real change is inside of you
Grateful, grateful, grateful
Boy I walk this road alone
Why your mind caught up in the future when it don’t exist yet
Grateful, grateful, grateful
Funny how you learn to fall from grace as soon as you touch the sky
Yeah, I wish I could put my feelings aside
You put dreaming on a pedestal"
Only real change is inside of you
I can have it all as long as I try
Couldn’t tell I need a spot until them bells is dropping on me I don’t invest

I do not know why I cling to my pride
Grateful, grateful, grateful
Blessings adding up, I should feel amazing
[Verse 3]
Even when the Sun shines from my eyes, I still find a way to go blind
I been mobbing with myself these days
Back and forth on my logic on a Tuesday night
[Verse 1]

Made a lot of progress in my lifetime, dog, I done came a long way
So much on my mental balancing these worries heavy weighing like a bench press
[Hook]
Envious assumptions all too hard to function, dopamine consumption

Stevie Stone – Options

[Post hook]

Makin’ dough, drinkin’ mo’
Man that boy got options
I done blacked out, come here for confirmation
Choosin’ give ’em Adderall [?] blockers bitch!

[Hook]
(Hoes get to poppin’)
Smokin’ weed, all I know
(when the base get to droppin’)
It don’t matter when the base get to droppin’
[?]’s that bitch
Smokin’ weed, all I know
Smokin’ weed, all I know

Listen I’m knockin’
Man that boy got options

Makin’ dough, drinkin’ mo’
Hoes get to poppin’
Makin’ dough, drinkin’ mo’
GPS up on the pussy, I can ping that shit
Well I’ma get that bit
Stevie Stone
[Post hook]
Throw the [?] wide open, shoulda’ seen that bit
Hoes get to poppin’
Smokin’ weed, all I know
Get it, get it baby boy
Send them packs out, ain’t got no moderation
(Hoes get to poppin’)
Makin’ dough, drinkin’ mo’
Went and touched down, better raise up
(Listen I’m knockin’)
Listen I’m knockin’
(Man that boy got options)
She from Daytona, got a sneak peak
[Intro]
I brought the big box – call me manic though
Makin’ dough, drinkin’ mo’
[Hook]
Smokin’ weed, all I know
(Listen I’m knockin’)
Listen I’m knockin’
Got that A1, that’s that uncut
I’m just sayin’ now (sayin’ now)
Makin’ dough, drinkin’ mo’
I feel like 2Pac, bitch I’m Makaveli
Hoes get to poppin’
[Verse 1]

We gettin’ paper Niggas hatin’ on me!
Man that boy got options
Flex on me, naw – I crack the cantaloupe
[Post hook]
(when the base get to droppin’)
Smokin’ weed, all I know
I’m here to make my rounds, Stevie showin’ up
Roll up (roll up), Roll (roll up), Roll (roll up)
[Hook]
I was on [?], got my wings ‘n’ shit
Went and latched out, I got ’em kinda hatin’
When the base get to droppin’
(Man that boy got options)
Momma juggin’ on ’em, she look like Halle Berry
(Listen I’m knockin’)

It don’t matter when the base get to droppin’
All my green goes lit
(Man that boy got options)

Well I’m back now, feelin’ underrated
She be poppin’ (she be poppin’)
We been makin’ power moves, watch the team get rich (get rich)

(When the base get to droppin’)
[Verse 2]
(Hoes get to poppin’)
Hit the club body vocal, what a sea I get
It don’t matter when the base get to droppin’
When the base get to droppin’
Her body pokin’ out, she let me skeet skeet!

BROCKHAMPTON – Heat

Nosotros odiamos a la policía
[Verse 1: Ameer Vann]
Me llamo Roberto
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Shotta, ohh
I’m burning rubber, I pulled up on you
And then I’m out the door
And I got mirror feelings
So kiss the fucking carpet

Give me something or a body, only way I’ll leave
Talking ’bout release dates
That’s the first one to go
I could taste the weed
This aggravated Larson
Sipping Cris’ on ya
We riding out the spirit
Bet ya life on it
[Verse 4: Matt Champion]
I know I’m tryna change, but it’ll never work
I’m trying to make it to tomorrow
I know you got the product
Yeah you see the chain
Just like me, mommy, and my Bredrin
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Shit, my ass got badder
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Trying harder to be open
I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
I got the magazine for the pistol
I hate the way it looms
Cop coming on my block for the answers
Came in, raided all your pockets
Starting thinking I ain’t meant for life but that’s too deep
And this ain’t clean shit
[Hook: Ameer Vann]
Put a missile on you when I’m on that blocka
I came to fight for it
Of fucking center folds
Fuck you!
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Asses on the ceiling

I’m dancing with myself setting fire to the venue, motherfucker
I hope you get offended
Hit the forehead, chest left right, I’m grinning

For all you little demons
[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]
Here go another pistol
Este es mi amigo, Jabari
I got pipe dreams of crack rocks and stripper poles
‘Cause I could smell the money
Black gloves, mask on, muzzle plated chrome
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
[Outro: Matt Champion]
I been fucking sinning
Wearing mink on me
I’ll send a bitch to get ya
So I need two shots of everything that’s on the fucking menu
I love when bitches bleed

So don’t play fucking stupid
And that concrete feels the hardest every time I seem to touch it
And I forgave them bitches
Just end up more broken down than when I started

Man, I hit the lotto
That’s the first one to go
Rearranged on me
I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
[Bridge: Joba]
Fuck another CKGA CKGA
‘Fore all you changed on me
I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
My old friend fucked my girlfriend, I should’ve shot him
[Intro: Robert Ontenient]
So I got secrets only me and all my niggas know

Internal honesty could be the hardest pill to swallow
Fuck you!
I hate the way I think
I got no time for your question Huh?
[Hook: Ameer Vann]

Yeah, my bitch got badder
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Another black man in the screen, it’s official
The first shot I blow
This is pissing off the yacht with my bitch on me
So now it’s off to millions
And you’ll be thin, you’ll be issue when I’m off it, off it
Pray to god about him
Shotta
If she’s sucking on the barrel, you can’t hear her scream
I love to watch ’em squirm
For any politician talkin’ shit, givin’ issue
The first shot I blow

Suck a dick about it
I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood]
Of kicking in the doors
Fuck you!
When I’m off it
And your bitch came in, rubbed up on me
Falling up into the ceiling while I’m drowning in the creek of my emotions
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
I hate the way the things I say incinerate a room
Fuck you!
It’s monsters in your home
Be that, the number one shotta

Young Thug – Free Blac Youngsta

Bitch tryna drown me i’m swimming
Everything Bobby me
Sucking up, all the top down

I just got a new Mulsanne, and I’m boutta park my Bentley
And some girl recording me, Prince
Just to say free Blac Youngsta
Sucking up, all the top down
Act like your walk, ooh
I might be fresh off a perc
Get some more bands for these bitches
You can ask Sprite by us
All I say is Free Blac Youngsta
I might be fresh off a bean
We go ’round and ’round, woo, woo, woo
Gave a couple racks to your momma
Free my dogs
I might be fresh off a murk
Free Blac Youngsta
Hop in foreigns with the top down

I just got some Goyard frames, and I’m boutta take your bitch today
[Chorus]
Sucking up, all the top down
Side to side and down, woo, woo, woo
All I say is Free Blac Youngsta
We still go up on a Tuesday
Just to say free Blac Youngsta
Ring around the Rosie, woo, woo
You don’t fuck with me for what?
All I say is Free Blac Youngsta
[Bridge]
I just switch the bands or you’re paying, real niggas
Free Blac Youngsta
I’m out here, ‘cuz I be lurkin
How they gone suit theyselves
[Verse 1]
Free Blac Youngsta
All I say is Free Blac Youngsta
Off White, Saint Laurent belt
Free my dogs
Hop in foreigns with the top down
All I say is Free Blac Youngsta
I can see you flexing drinking Tuss
yo momma R.I.P.
Gave a couple racks to your momma
I’m eating Hot Cheetos and shit, still recording know what I mean
Them hunnids like limousines for the top dogs
Just to say free Blac Youngsta
I just spend a bag on Dusse
[Intro]
Slatt!
Let it dive in take the top off
Lighting these woods in the morning
Lil shawty she Phillipine
I got fours poured up
I’m about to turn up
Lighting these woods in the morning
Fuck 12, Free Blac Youngsta
Them hunnids like limousines for the top dogs

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna sip of punch
Them hunnids like limousines for the top dogs
All I say is Free Blac Youngsta
Gave a couple racks to your momma
And I’m not 2 Chainz, but I’m riding ’round and I’m getting it
Wheezy beats
yo momma R.I.P.
Hop in foreigns with the top down
Free my dogs
Fuck around and turn it up
I like your walk, ooh
Fuck 12, Free Blac Youngsta
Bouncing up and down, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ice in the cup don’t melt
Imma make her swallow my nut
I pack out this hoe and skirt
I was drinking Act and nothing else
I just caught the dawgs, ooh

Let it dive in take the top off
Lighting these woods in the morning
[Chorus]
Fuck 12, Free Blac Youngsta
Hunnids like limousine
yo momma R.I.P.
Promise I can stand and gon get it
Let it dive in take the top off
Living it up, to let you ball, ooh, ooh, ooh

Yo Gotti – Top Looking Down (feat. Meek Mill)

Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
Stevie J dropped OOUU OOUU
Real nigga in real life, you a real nigga on the internet
That’s my paper, let her taste that
Real problems, had real issues in the real streets on real crack
I made 20 million dollars ain’t shit you can tell me
And if you bring them pussy niggas up with you
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
Thats your bitch, knock her down she in my way (yea yeah)
Where the fuck my banger At
Stevie J bring the record back
Shout my young bull word to my Philly niggas

Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
Why the fuck he ain’t think of that
Wrist rocky like A$AP
And if you bring them pussy niggas up with you

We bust down that Rollie just to show niggas (ha)
My new young bitch said she been fucking ball players
And if you bring them pussy niggas up with you
Real niggas at the top
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
Buyin’ time but I’m still runnin’ late
[Extended Pre-Chorus: Yo Gotti & Meek Mill]
You see me ’round some niggas know they all real
I’m standing on these couches with my lil’ niggas
I don’t want no rap now, I don’t feel niggas
Better leave ’em where you got ’em
Real niggas at the top
Gave my life to the streets, I hope that shit don’t fail me
[Chorus: Meek Mill & Yo Gotti]
Bought the bitch a li’ Birkin bag
I leave nothing on the table, I’m a greedy a nigga
Plain jane, that’s thirty cash, all bust down we ain’t playin’ that
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
Better leave ’em where you got ’em
Kids Ttipping this dope (Trip)
Caught it like Odell Beckham young rich nigga they can’t check I’m on one
Fake niggas at the bottom
I’m standing on these couches with my lil’ niggas
We bust down that Rollie, we don’t owe niggas (no)
Aye, look your MCM all in my section tryna take a selfie
Fake niggas having fake issues, all you hatin’ niggas put a end to that
Patek Philipe and I can’t even set the time

Nothing but killers in my session, this shit Deathrow
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
Bought the dawgs [??] wraith back
Fake niggas at the bottom
Niggas thinkin’ we cool, naw nigga ain’t none of that
I be goin’ so hard they try to ban me
Yeah, came through for the payback
Real niggas at the top
That bitch ain’t bad if she ain’t did it on her own
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
A million dollar smell like some cologne
[Chorus: Meek Mill & Yo Gotti]
And if you bring them pussy niggas up with you
That’s your bitch, tell your ho to close her legs (oh boy)
Fake niggas at the bottom
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
I be getting to the money ain’t no plan B

Bought a Rollie on my extras, left tho
This is ain’t for no bitches, this for real niggas
Better leave ’em where you got ’em
Nigga we lit, I’m in MIA
Caught me with that bitch and she went viral
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
I don’t want no rap now, I don’t feel niggas
Aye, we don’t want them bitches they some gold diggers (bitch)
Yeah, 50 bars tell him run it back
Threw that pussy at me like a spiral
This is ain’t for no bitches, this for real niggas
Fake niggas at the bottom
I got all the chains on like a field nigga
Take a pic, she gon’ post it on her page (oh lord)
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
We don’t do plain jane this shit for old niggas (bust down, bust down)
Pulled up in a Maybach
Real niggas at the top

Club lit, club lit
[Pre-Chorus: Yo Gotti]
Better leave ’em where you got ’em
I won’t give that pussy back they say I’m acting selfish
Count that paper with my eyes closed
I got all the chains on like a field nigga