Daily Archives: October 20, 2017

DJ Tiesto – Carry You Home (feat. Aloe Blacc & Stargate)

Let me carry you home
When there’s no one to turn to
Everybody needs a little room to make mistakes
So that I can feel you
I promise I won’t let you down
[Pre-Chorus: Aloe Blacc]
And all you’ve had faith in is gone
[Post-Chorus: Aloe Blacc]
Let me carry you home
Let me carry you home
Let me carry you home

And you have no strength to go on

Let me carry you home
Let me carry you home
To stumble till they find a little peace of mind
I promise I won’t let you down
Let me carry you home
Let me carry you home
[Chorus: Aloe Blacc]
And all you’ve had faith in is gone
When you’re tired and you’re weary
You don’t have to be so perfect
Everyone deserves a little precious time
I promise I won’t let you down

When there’s no one to turn to
You can go at your own pace
Let me carry you home
Just show me the real you
So that I can feel you
[Chorus: Aloe Blacc]
So that I can feel you
[Pre-Chorus: Aloe Blacc]

Let me carry you home

[Verse 2: Aloe Blacc]
Let me carry you home
Let me carry you home
[Verse 1: Aloe Blacc]

When you’re tired and you’re weary
Just show me the real you
Just show me the real you
I promise I won’t let you down
And you have no strength to go on
Just show me the real you
Let me carry you home

Let me carry you home
When there’s no one to turn to
And all you’ve had faith in is gone
Let me carry you home
So that I can feel you
Let me carry you home
[Post-Chorus: Aloe Blacc]
Let me carry you home

Wu-Tang Clan – If Time Is Money (Fly Navigation) / Hood Go Bang (feat. Method Man)

I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
Hard-boiled, taking your base, that’s what we ball for
When it come to John, though, I’ma slaughter a John Doe
Some band want ’em, these verses hot and the fans want ’em
Rhyme is tricky, who ridin’ with me
Who kinda miss me can kinda miss me, you kinda iffy
I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade

If shooters bringin’ them Hawks out, then it’s not Atlanta’s
Look, vibe with me
Give you the Beats, no Doc Dre or brands on ’em
Or I’m too lazy to cross roads, if not, I’m busy
No type of slander but tell them hoes ‘I’m not your Santa’
I’ve been a hard rock before they added the Arm & Hammers
Just want the body, nobody tryin’ to pot-and-pan ya
It’s not a mystery who shot Ricky, but where the difference
But did I mention I’m sick and gotta be hardcore
And after the last call, the bar close
He Bad Boy and he Poppa really, it’s not a Biggie
Rappers stuck in limbo ’cause they were settin’ the bar low
They spark Cohiba, cigar blow
King, we put the nine to your back, it’s like you Rondo
[x2]
Don’t know the history? I’m from the city of stop and frisk me
If y’all can hear me, I guarantee you the feds listening
Cop scanners, a Fuller House but we not the Tanners
Use proper grammar so we could stop with the propaganda
Na-nana-nana, I’m feelin’ petty but watch your manners
Hands on him, we wild style with the cans on him
I’m from the school of them hard knocks with harder standards
Between the tré and the dough, boy, we bred different
My pops a Willie, said "Give her fifty, she pop her kitty"
Even Tony Stark knows the tension is thick as Wallabee Clark soles
The cops is jiggy, they spot the blickey then try and get me
Money over bimbos, that’s what the Mob for
Every time I rhyme on a track, it’s like a combo
Gun on the camera so we can shoot them in panoramas
Drag him through a drive-thru like he ordered the combo
If time is money, I got time and time saved
Nobody get ’til I got mine, my mind made
Nobody get ’til I got mine, my mind made
Then come defeat, that’s my beliefs and I stand on ’em
I’m at the nana’s, bogus method, we call it bama
So I be spittin’ in barcode, nothin’ left in the tap, dog
If time is money, I got time and time saved
See my committee, block offici’, it’s not an ishy
So bear witness, this can leave you with head missing

Gucci Mane – Back On

You didn’t keep it real nigga so just keep it to yourself
Now I’m back to myself
And you wrote a statement on me
I got money that I saved then I’m back on road
I got money that I saved then I’m back on road
I left the trappin’ went to rap thought you’d be happy for me
I got money that I saved then I’m back on road
I went from trappin’ on the block to niggas trappin’ for me
These niggas faking like they happy but they mad I’m home
See I ain’t mad at you homie, we ain’t got no beef
It’s like I’m battling with myself
If you wasn’t there for me when I was all alone
I done shook up all my demons
And then your jealousy turned to hate
I’m my only competition so I’m battling with myself
I’ll take a nigga bricks and I done took a nigga reup
If you wasn’t there for me when I was all alone
My bitch was waiting on me
I’m on an island by myself
But I ain’t got no rat for you, I know you must love cheese
Get my jewelry out the safe ’cause I’m back on road
I still do these hoes the same when I’m back on road
Can’t eat, can’t sleep, man I miss these skreets
She gon’ have Guwop on her breath
I done had a million beefs but I ain’t never call for help
I still do these hoes the same when I’m back on road
Then bitch don’t expect no love when I’m back
Muhammad Ali and these skreets miss me
I’m the last real nigga left
I’m the two K sixteen Al Capone
Then bitch don’t expect no love when I’m back
Get my jewelry out the safe ’cause I’m back on road
Zone six
Waiting on Gucci Mane to call you
Facing prison, drug addiction
Put that pistol on your partner made him piss all on himself
Got your bitch so pissy drunk
Then bitch don’t expect no love when I’m back
But when they let me out them gates
Nigga better not hold your breath
I’m just an East Atlanta nigga with a body on this belt
‘Fore I send her back to you
Get my jewelry out the safe ’cause I’m back on road
I slap a nigga with a strap and then I throw him a hunnid
If you wasn’t there for me when I was all alone
I still do these hoes the same when I’m back on road
He be like fuck going to trial, man just throw me the money
That she done threw up on herself

Wyclef Jean – Turn Me Good

The way you touch me
Your love is holy
Marley Like Mr.
We feel them chill
What we gonna do when we get to Zion
I was caught up in the trench
Turn me good
What we gonna do when we get to Zion
We gon’ be alright
We gon’ make love all night
What we gon’ do when we get to Zion
Ehh, in this cold world
You don’t gotta hide your imperfections
When I couldn’t pay the rent
Your love is holy
Wait a minute baby
They found them things in the drawer
Turn up the lights, baby
We don’t need no interruption
Turn me good
Like a Marvin Gaye song
I’ma love you all night
Like a Marvin Gaye song
What we gon’ do when we get to Zion
I’ma love you all night
We gon’ be alright
Turn down the lights
Your love is holy
You got me the lawyer for the court
What we gon’ do when we get to Zion
You’re so real
When the feds raid the door
Your love is holy
Turn me good
We gon’ make love all night
We gon’ love all night
Turn down the lights
What we gonna do when we get to Zion
What we gon’ do when we get to Zion
We gon’ be alright
Turn me good
The way you touch me
I’m in the bed
Zion awaits, yeah
Turn down the lights
At them golden gates
Now you’re the reason that we rich
The way you touch me
We gonna make love all night
You shoot to kill
We gon’ make love all night
The way you touch me
We gon’ make love all night
We can have a deep discussion
We gon’ be alright
Put the shadow on the floor
I had no money to spend
And I’m feeling alright
Ehh, what we gon’ do when we get to Zion

Brad Paisley – Heaven South

Took a pair of scissors to a pair of jeans
It’s just another day in Heaven South

And you pucker up and kiss her on the mouth
Eggs on the griddle, coffee in my cup
And it’s just another day in Heaven South
Turn on the music, [?]
Drive down Main Street and everybody’s there
Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, it’s just another day in Heaven
It’s just another day in Heaven South
A little country ange like you’ve never seen
Oh, oh, oh
Beer battered chicken, sweet ice tea
It’s just another day in Heaven South
Subwoofers booming like [?] in a square
Oh glory waving as they raise her up above the court house

[?] got fireworks for afterwards tonight
Oh, oh, oh
There’s a bunch of lawn chairs in the living room
Gotta make a little run for beer
There’s a UFC fight on pay per view
Subwoofers booming like [?] in a square
Might cause crickets and a zip code 33
It’s just another day in Heaven South
Oh, oh, oh
As you’re driving by the court house
I got a girl to put my arm around

Down on Main Street and everybody’s there
Oh glory waving at you
It’s just another day in Heaven South
You pick her up on Friday

Oh, oh, oh

And it’s just another day in Heaven South
If you turn it off and look around
And it’s just another day in Heaven South
Sign says "no cruising" but nobody cares
Farmer on a tractor, kids on a bus
Oh, oh, oh
It’s just another day in Heaven South

Young Dolph – Believe Me

In the club spending money, shining like hooper (ball)
Yeah we here now, but it wasn’t easy
If you my nigga, you my nigga then
A crack baby worth ten mil, yeah (ten mil)
Believe me
[Verse 1]
Took a hundred to my motherfuckin’ jeweler just to freeze me
Ain’t nothing more important than getting this money, believe me
Yeah, neck full of ice (ice)
[Chorus]

Believe me
Believe me, believe me
She calls all my cars spaceships, yeah (spaceships)
Extra money buried for my son and I can’t wait to tell him
Yeah we here now, but it wasn’t easy
I tell these rappers stay away with that fake shit (stay away)
Ain’t nothing more important than getting this money, believe me
I told all of my bitches that they mine forever
I work the trap in the day shift, yeah (day shift)
Pulling up in all type of foreigns, shit, that’s how we be
[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
[Chorus]
Did a lot of wrongs just to get my money right (right)
Real niggas walk in, and they get nervous (why)
Everything I’m getting right now, I deserve it
I vow to never let another nigga raise my kids (nah)
Believe me, believe me
I can fuck your bitch any day of the week, believe me
‘Cause I got niggas round me that still like to take shit, yeah

I can fuck your bitch any day of the week, believe me
I’m the type of nigga split a million with the shooters (trap)
I can fuck your bitch any day of the week, believe me
Pulling up in all type of foreigns, shit, that’s how we be
Ain’t nothing more important than getting this money, believe me
Took a hundred to my motherfuckin’ jeweler just to freeze me
Made a lot of money, lost a lot of friends though (damn)
Took a hundred thou’ to my jeweler, told him freeze me

Yeah we here now, but it wasn’t easy
Your homies loyal ’til the one time you tell ’em no (damn)
Lil nigga you got a million dollar shovel (dig it up)
Still turnin’ down record deals, ha

Yeah we here now, but it wasn’t easy
I look up to the bosses like Tookie and Larry Hoover (hey)
Believe me
Nigga them your responsibilities, not his (for real)
In the streets, felt like I was dancing with the devil (uh-huh)
[Chorus]
I told all my niggas we don’t compete, we shine together
Believe me, believe me
Took a hundred thou’ to my jeweler, told him freeze me
Took a hundred to my motherfuckin’ jeweler just to freeze me
Yeah we here now, but it wasn’t easy
Pulling up in all type of foreigns, shit, that’s how we be
Took a hundred thou’ to my jeweler, told him freeze me
Yeah we here now, but it wasn’t easy
A hundred with the jeweler (VS)

Fifth Harmony – Don’t Say You Love Me (On TRL) (Live)

Don’t say you miss me when you don’t call
Don’t promise me tonight without tomorrow too
Don’t say you’re hurtin’ without the scars
But you can’t deny that something’s missin’
Don’t say you love me (oh yeah)
Don’t promise me tonight without tomorrow, too
You gotta know what it’s like
When weeks go by and I’m still waitin’
Unless you do (unless you do)
Don’t say you love me unless you do
Don’t say you’re hurtin’ wihtout the scars
Unless you do, unless you do
I need a little bit more
Don’t say you love me unless you do
You hold my heart at a safer distance, yeah
How am I supposed to take it
I need a little bit more
Don’t promise me tonight without tomorrow, too
Don’t say you love me unless you do, unless you do
Don’t say you miss me when you don’t call
You gotta know what it’s like
Don’t promise me tonight without tomorrow, too
Don’t say you love me (oh yeah)
You think words can ease the tension
I need a little bit more
But I need a little bit more
Don’t say you love me (oh)
Don’t say you love me unless you do, unless you do
You gotta know what it’s like
I say I’m OK but I can’t fake it, yeah
But I need a little bit more (yeah)
We’ve been close, but inconsistent
I know you been here before
Don’t say you’re hurting without the scars
I know you been here before
And don’t say you’re hurtin’ without the scars
I need a little bit more
So don’t say you miss me when you don’t call (when you don’t call)
But I need a little bit more
I know you’ve been here before
Don’t say you love me (don’t say you love me)
Don’t say you miss me when you don’t call (when you don’t call)
I need a little bit more
I’ve been waiting, I’ve been patient
I’ve been waiting, I’ve been patient
Even when I try, yeah, something’s missing
Don’t promise me tonight without tomorrow, too
I’ve been waiting, I’ve been patient (yeah)
I need a little bit more (I need a little bit more)

Fifth Harmony – He Like That (On TRL) (Live)

He trip when he on it, one taste and he want it
He like that bomb, bomb, bomb
He like that bomb, bomb, bomb
He love that bang
(Love) He love that thang
He trip when he on it, one taste and he want it

(Bomb) He love that bomb, bomb, bomb
He going to stupid dumb
He like that bang, bang, bang
You put that bass in the beat, won’t you beat it up inside it?
He got that dope boy cash, but he get it 9 to 5ing
He like that bang, bang, bang
I’m like that drug, drug, drug
He lose his brain
(Drug) He love that hit and run
Pumps in the bump, pumps in the bump
Pumps in the bump, pumps in the bump
You got that good boy attitude and yeah, I kind like it
He stupid dumb, all he ever want is some
He like the girls with the pumps in the bump
He like that bomb, bomb, bomb
Pumps in the bump, pumps in the bump
You got the tats on your arm get a bad girl excited

He like that love, love, love
He like that bang, bang, bang
He got a thing for them girls that make their money overnightning
I be that girl with the pumps in the bump

I be that girl with the pumps in the bump
I’m like that drug, drug, drug
He like the girls with the pumps in the bump
I got that pumps in the bump and you know you wanna try it
He like that love, love, love
Pumps in the bump, pumps in the bump
He like that love, love, love
He like the girls with the pumps in the bump
I know he bad for my health, but i still wanna try it
He got that rough neck swaggy, but he know how to hide it
Pumps in the bump, pumps in the bump
I’m like that drug, drug, drug

He trip when he on it, one taste and he want it

Weezer – Happy Hour

I need happy houuur to save me

High on music

I need happy houuur, I can’t wait
Teeth grinding
I’m like Ponce de Leon Sailing on a ship for the new world
Head on my shoulder

Versuri-lyrics.info
Checking out the birds and flowers
But then my boss calls and she’s crushing me with a 20-ton weight Just like in Monty Python
Maybe I’ll meet a scientist In sweatpants and a hair tie
Somebody left on the sink, it’s still running
My eyes are gonna overflow.(happy hour)

and My friends look on and smile
It’s my happy houuur I can’t wait.
Swaying back and forth
It’s my happy houuur on sad days
Please don’t ever make me go home.
I need happy houuur on sad days
I need happy houuur, I can’t waittt.
Then we’ll slow dance

Everything gonna be alright.
We’ll conversate about ghetto birds and midi keyboards
I need happy hour on sad days
I’m like Stevie Ray Vaughn on the stage
Let’s chill out on this island I’ve been, sucking on a lime and coconut.
Sweating under the lights
I need happy hour I can’t wait.
I think I could stay here for the rest of my life

joji – Will He

All safe, all safe
(My lips, my lips, my lips)

‘Cause when you look (When you look)
(One bit)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don’t need to know
That’s why I left (why I left)
(I did, I did, I did)
Will you notice my charm if he slips up one bit?
Will he play you so strong just the way that I did? (I did)
I got knots all up in my chest (Up in my chest, up in my chest)
‘Cause I don’t need to know

When you laugh (When you laugh)
[Chorus]
‘Cause I don’t need to know
I just want to make sure you’re all safe
Will your tongue still remember the taste of my lips?
I don’t need to know
When you smile (When you smile)
Will your shadow remember the swing of my hips?
And now I’m sad (Now I’m sad)

And I’m a mess (And I’m a mess)
That’s why I left
(I did, I did, I did)

[Pre-Chorus]
And now we high (Now we high)
[Verse 1]
Will your lover caress you the way that I did?
(I did, I did, I did)
Will he play you those songs just the way that I did?
(My hips, my hips, my hips)
I just wanna make sure you’re all safe
I’ll bring you back (Bring you back)

‘Cause I don’t blame ya
[Chorus]
I just want to make sure you’re okay (Okay)
[Verse 2]
Will he treat you like shit just the way that I did?
Just know I’m trying my best (I’m trying my best)
I just wanna make sure you’re okay (Okay)

Rob Markman – Writer

Tell Uber, "Fuck it," I ain’t gettin’ in
Took a couple years, but I did it
[Interlude: N.O.R.E.]
You just gotta believe in you
They knew I was a writer, never knew I was a writer

I’m in the wrong era, shoulda been around Clue?
My Rick Grimes grind, got no fear

And if this shit don’t pay off
My cousin caught an L, shit was wild in the courts
This is Royce da 5’9". Yo, man, I heard through the grapevine that you’re ‘sposed to be rappin’ now. Yo Rob, what’s up, my G? Let me tell you somethin’, my brother. I just need for you to understand that you can’t be that guy that’s like breakin’ down everybody’s verses on Rap Genius and not really comin’ with it yourself line for line. But… I always considered you like one of my guys in this music industry. Aight I got all the faith in the world that you’re gonna do that. You know, I don’t really fuck with a lot of niggas.
[Verse 3: Rob Markman]
It’s just me, I swear I’m the only writer
I’m the Ol’ Dirty Bastard, my style ain’t got no father
For everything we love and everything held sacred

[Opening Bridge: Rob Markman]
[Outro: Sway]
I don’t fuck with the suburbans in my city, man
Let’s get this show on the road, I’ma finish up the rider
I know a couple C’s I can text who let the K off
Everybody shocked off the beat I laced
Okay you’re a goon, but your goon got a goblin
This the warm up, the game ain’t even started
And they said I’d never make it
This for anyone whoever had a shot and didn’t take it

I’m beggin’, father, it’s spirits with their lyricism
[Verse 2: Rob Markman]

Me and my team run this bitch like a relay race
Now I’m livin’ out on my wildest thoughts
Anybody tell you different is a goddamn liar
I’m in the booth, soundproof, but when I’m down two
[Verse 1: Rob Markman]
Linda Blair with these verses, make their head spin
[Interlude: Royce da 5’9"]
Shorty, you could do it too
You know… Like, how you gonna just do the album? you know, we talked about the rappin’ thing and um, I don’t feel like it’s going according to plan, like, you did your freestyle, you got your free action, alright, scooped you, but the album? Man, it’s me, man, it’s DJ Drama, man. when we talked you said a Gangsta Grillz mixtape was comin’ first with Rob Markman, Gangsta Grillz… So, listen…
When I walk up in the spot, they make the Wee-Bey face
[Intro: DJ Khaled]
I’m shootin’ treys and one, I get foul too
I’m superstitious, that’s the shit they killed Biggie in
You got fat while I starved, shit, I need a taste
‘N a couple other dreams I ain’t mention yet

The wordplay tighter, every verse fire
Gotta get it while you live and let ’em drown in their hatred
I’ll be damned if a mothafucka pennin’ for me
I’ma sell a couple records, and I’ma get a Benz
If they sleep, get ’em out their bed then
I said that can’t be true… They sayin’ that you rappin’ now. He breaks down the bars. Ayo Rob, if this is true, hit me back. It’s DJ Khaled. Ayo Rob, this is DJ Khaled. But they, the streets is sayin’ that you rappin’ now. He breaks down the lyrics. I said, no, Rob breaks down raps. I wanna hear what type of bars you talkin’ about ’cause for you to step in this zone, you must be in the zone. Billion dollar voice The streets is talkin’, bro.
Couple Caspers in the game, we need an exorcism

I’m just pennin’, I swear I could go harder
Picture me, spittin’ bars and givin’ how-to’s
Hold this L, I got M’s to get
[Interlude: DJ Drama]
You hear the hunger, growl loud when I’m ’round food
Shit scary, all these ghosts and ghouls, it’s a problem
That’s the start of the mothafuckin’ endin’ for me
Whoever on that jealous shit dead out here
So I’ma drop this mothafucka just ’cause life is so short
Tryna get off on these keys, that’ll save my brother’s soul

Did the things they said I couldn’t
Fuck it, this a revival of sorts
Yo, y’all it’s two very disrespectful things about you doing an album. Keep it media, nigga! And then two, it’s blasphemous for a media nigga to do a rap album, nigga. Fuck outta here, nobody don’t do that One, you didn’t ask me for a hook, an ad-lib, nothing. You media, stay media, man! How you gonna turn from media to rapper, nigga?
I don’t know what the fuck you thought, I want the crown too
Word to Mitch, my emotions out of control
Couple jewels and plaques, shit that sounds cool
And ’round you I’m like Canibus, round two
Be careful, a lot haters are gonna tell you what you can’t do, but that’s when you do the opposite. Yo it’s your big brother Sway. That’s when you keep pickin’ up your bars. I’m proud of you, Rob. Ayy Rob, I can’t believe you did it, man, but I knew it was in you. You made your dreams come true. You’re a hyena

MGMT – Little Dark Age

Burn the page
If you get out of bed
My little dark age

You know that if it hides
The feelings start to rot
Burn the page
Open-eyed
My little dark age
The stereo sounds strange
If I get out of bed
The humor’s not the same
[Bridge]
If you get out of bed

Don’t end up stranded
Oh
Love’s seeping from the guns
Dead ends in my mind
[Chorus 3]
[Verse 2]
[Chorus 4]
All the rage

And find me standing all alone
I grieve in stereo
Open-eyed
My little dark age
And the more I straighten out
I know my friends and I
It doesn’t go away
I know that if you hide
All limits of disguise
Burn the page
I grieve in stereo
Oh
Come find us heading for the bridge
Breathing in the dark
My little dark age
And the engine’s failed again
[Verse 1]
Say they find it hard
The carvings on the face
Knowing what’s nearby
On the stage
Forgiving who you are
My little dark age
Policemen swear to god
Open-eyed
You’ll see me standing all alone
It doesn’t go away
Would probably turn and run

On the stage
Just know that if you hide
It doesn’t go away
Coming from denial
The image of the dead

One wink at a time
Seeing what’s to come
Horrified
The ruins of the day
Giddy with delight
[Outro]

I grieve in stereo

I know that if you hide
[Chorus 3]
The less it wants to try

All alone
Picking through the cards
The stereo sounds strange
If you get out of bed
For what you stand to gain
Lying on its side

Horrified with each stone
And find me standing all alone
Painted with a scar
My little dark age
[Chorus 1]
Bring a stone

The stereo sounds strange
[Chorus 2]
When you get out of bed
It doesn’t go away

SZA – Normal Girl (On Later… With Jools Holland) (Live)

This time next year I’ll be livin’ so good
(No fantasy, no fantasy)
I wish I was a normal girl

Wanna be a type of girl, you take home to your mama
I really wish a was a normal girl
You love the way I pop my top

How do I be, how do I be a lady?
Type of girl you wanna take home to mama
"Get it if you want it, I’m ready and I’m on fire
Stick around
Normal girl, what do you say now?
How do I be? How do I be a lady?
I wish I was a normal girl, oh my

"Get it if you got it, I’m ready and waitin’ for it
Normal girl
This time next year I’ll be livin’ so good
I’ll never be, no, never be uh
Be proud of, be proud of, be proud of, boy you know
Wait on yourself ’cause you can figure your way out
I’ll never be, no never be, uh
Why do you, babe?
The type of girl you wanna take home right up to mama
Won’t remember no pain, I swear
Be proud of, be proud, you know, you know
Or how I look at you
Be proud of, be proud of, be proud, you know, you know
Like it, when I be aggressive
It ain’t no fighting, no I can’t stop it
Normal girl
This took a while, yeah
I’m burnin’ to put it on", yeah, yeah, yeah
Wish I was the type of girl you take over to mama
Normal girl, oh
The kind of girl, I know your fellas, they’d be proud of
Livin’ so good, livin’ so good, livin’ so good
No fighting and no stoppin’
Won’t remember your name, I swear
You like when I say to you
I’ll be probably, I’ll be proud like, I’ll be probably a problem, oh

People got you figured out, I was just a normal girl
The type of girl, I know your fellas would be proud of
You like it, when I be, aggressive
Wanna be the type of girl my daddy, he’d be proud of
I wish I was a normal girl
I’m callin’ to put it on", yeah
Normal girl, oh
For the way I pump my fist or how I bust my hip
The type of girl, I know my daddy, he’d be proud of
For your affection, tryna be down
Or how I lose my cool
Say why?
Yeah, be proud of

Love when I say to you
We own the world, ’cause we not going away now

Ty Dolla $ign – Don’t Judge Me (feat. Future & Swae Lee)

Take it to the head to fuck on your face
[Verse 2: Future]
Neglection from the underworld got you virally
She said, one day your gonna love me
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Came up from the mud to the finer things yeah
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been going through some things (lately I’ve been goin’through)
Made a mil’ out of nothing, made it all out of nothing
Don’t you look at me like you can’t trust me (you can’t trust me)

Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Diamonds all VVS, day ones like yeah
I don’t even know how I fell for your type, this shit aight
[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
You got tricks up your sleeve
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
You ought to be where you say you are, but roses don’t grow overnight
I’ve been doing drugs, don’t touch me (don’t you touch me)
[?]
Sober as I am, don’t touch me (Touch me)
Liquored down, hell yeah, don’t judge me (Judge me)
Right now I’m off a beam don’t judge me
Let me have a threesome if you love me (you love me)
Seeming like the drugs is saying flush me
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Look how much you made
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me

Everyday, I plan on getting lucky
Chase more cuz’ my niggas on a high speed
You took a few bites, I didn’t think you was aight
I might pop a seal in the money
[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
I might pop a seal in the money
Still falling from the same game you fell for privately
Hard work pays off, trust me (Pays off)

Rollie flood the VVS
[Outro: Future]
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla Sign]
[Verse 3: Swae Lee]
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
I can squeeze like three in the front seat
Right now, on the mud, don’t judge me (I’m on a yeah)
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Got a whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

Don’t judge me
I might put it on her in a hurry
Ferrari, just forgot about the back seats

Right now I’m off a beam don’t judge me

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
Paid in full, so I’m not guilty
So, we need five tables in Hibachi

Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things yeah
Ear Drummers
I can’t trust no one, I can’t trust nobody now
I might pop a seal in the money
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
[Intro: Swae Lee]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
I’ll try to get over in my after-life, this life right here ain’t aight
Only thing they want, only thing they want is money now
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

Let me have my fun with this two piece, yeah
Right now I’m off a beam don’t judge me
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Gucci like yeah, Saint Laurent like yeah
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I’ve been on the liqs, don’t judge me (don’t judge me)

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
[?]
[?]Chinese molly got me Chinese
Right now I’m off a beam don’t judge me
[?]
50 on my neck

Famous Dex – Pick It Up (feat. A$AP Rocky)

Just in the track and I beat it up
I got them vets on my shoes (I do)
[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
Odd Future, yeah, it’s right on my clothes
Get her off molly, she geekin’
Pulling up, shoot ’em, leave the burner down town
Shoot em like the birdie, cause they all fly south
[Interlude: Famous Dex]
Bust on yo bitch like a Glock (Ooh)
Hah, know I’m saying?
My shit might go platinum first week
But you a fuckin’ goofy though (fucking lame ass nigga)
[Outro: A$AP Rocky]
Whippin the, whippin the, whippin the wrist
I only tell stories to tuck in the kids
Word around, word of mouth, word around town
A bad bitch, Puerto Rican (Puerto Rican)
Call up my plug for the pounds
You know I’m saying

So how in the fuck can they fuck with the kid?
[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Rotary phone, in my old school Mercedes
[?]
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, groove
(I’m Rick James bitch!)
Dexter, ooh, wait
Suck on her tits
I got 3 phones, business, conversation, and relation
Up

I get the money don’t stop, Dexter
Ayo big bro, you fucking with that? Hah, okay cool
Watched Dexter’s Lab on the flix
I never do it no more, ooh
She like to suck on my clock
You the one doing all the murder round town
Say what you say to my wrist, talk to the hand
[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
I might as well go back to vegan
My brother plug like a socket (Ooh)
Now I’m selling out these shows
They ain’t ’bout that action no beefin’

Four finger ring on my hand
Sippin’ that Wock, yeah I go to the top
[Interlude: Famous Dex]
Don’t wanna resort to the hands
Word around, word around, word around town
I used to kick in that door, wait

Order VLONE, color orange mango label
They thinking I’m wifing, deleted ’em (Uh-wait, ooh)
[Intro]
Play that shit back and repeat it (Uhh)
Call your friend too, Dexter
Look at the diamonds, they eat it up (Eat)
[Verse 4: A$AP Rocky]
Went back to the pad
Acne my jacket from Sweden (Huh?)
Grab me two bitches, I beat it up
I heard this boy was a clown
Uh-wait
Open the safe, you can’t lock it (What)
Speed it up, speed it up, speed it
Like, no no no, we can only chill for the weekend
My chick don’t exactly know English
Baby girl watch how you move
Ha, funny and shit
I pop a pill then I lose it (Wait)
Broke as hell, I used to sleep on the floor
Went back to the pad
Telling you broke, it’s no joke, ooh

That’s my fucking brother right there, ya dig?
Smoke OG grown, when I’m Californicating
What the face say to the fist
Geeking this dope, yeah I got ’em
Watched Dexter’s Lab on the flix
Then you gotta go
Hold up lil mama, you tweaking
Water my wrist, Fendi right on my clothes, huh
Speed it up (Speed)
Swim in yo bitch once I drown

Like, I know you like this beat too
A fifth of the tab
Pints in, call up Rocket, ooh (Uh-what)
I’m back in my bag
Jacob my wrist, nothing was fake on my wrist
Hold up, wait a sec, wait a min, wait a tick
I’m fucking your bitch and I’m up in your fridge
Bad bitch, yeah, I watch her do coke
Ha, funny and shit
Call up your friend, yeah we chill for the weekend, Dexter