Daily Archives: November 3, 2017

B.o.B – Tweakin (feat. London Jae & Young Dro)

I been tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
Hold up, bae, roll up, bae
Uh, geekin’ often, Steven Hawkins
Didn’t sell my soul, they tried to buy it from me
Everythin’ was a blur, homie
This Cartier lens blue
I’m tweak, tweak, tweak tweakin’
Off the wall like Peter Parker
Look, now all these niggas political now
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
[Chorus: London Jae]

Spazzin’, tweakin’
Got five karats all in the grill, homie
Car foreign, y’all boring
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Yeah, hold up

Got TVS all in the whip watchin’ hard porn
Spazzin’, tweakin’
I be geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
This fresh, rockin’ Polo everythin’ to the neck
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
Claimin’ they woke ’cause it’s trendier now
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’
I be geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
[Verse 1: Young Dro]
I been tweakin’
[Chorus: London Jae]
Rifle cocked .40 Glock
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
Here let’s get to squeezin’ on you like some squeegee water
[Outro: B.o.B.]
Keep the garter bitch, Bandz
Overnight activist
I been geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Your boy ain’t spazzin’ on me, real feel homie
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
‘Bout to pour a four up, bae
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up

Real strong, real grown
Tweakin’, haha
[Verse 2: B.o.B.]
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up

Wonder why they haven’t heard an album from me
But it’s only seven elements available that can withstand that much heat
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Stand up, send a bitch out, hit her without a condom
Spazzin’, geekin’
S – P – A – Z – Z – I – N
All my niggas got furs on
And they say in space, it’s four thousand degrees

Spazzin’, geekin’
Even the President’s runnin’ the world from a Twitter account
I been tweakin’
Benz blue, Jimmy Choo
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
Landing footage from Apollo look like amateur night down at the Apollo
I been comin’ your Rollie, huh, do what you tryna, stuntin’
Smell that bag or marijuana, where the turn us to a stunter
I run ’em up, dumb, not enough money, ooh yeah
Ain’t a fan of fairy tales
I been tweakin’
D – A – A – B – B – I – N
So tell me how the hell to fuel a rocket ship?
Ain’t no air of oxygen, in outer space
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
But I got the boy you shouldn’t try me money
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
I be spazzin’ (Spell that shit)
Boy stop, girl gone, get my syrup on
Spazzin’, tweakin’
‘Bout my coin like meter parkin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Ha ha, not for sale
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I been geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I got a pocket full of dead white men, we friends too

The truth is a hard pill to swallow Now how does it throttle?
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’
What the word on the curb, homie?
In the booty club, find me a girl to get tanned to
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I be geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Huh, I ain’t got the illuminati money
Spazzin’, geekin’

I don’t even know her yet
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
Dabbin’ (Spell that shit)
Geeked up in the club last night
I been tweakin’
I just got some head from shawty
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
[Chorus: London Jae]
[Intro: London Jae]

N.E.R.D & Rihanna – Lemon

Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
It’s just your eyes get acidic
Oh Hate! There’s a light and dark army, which side you choose?
[Outro: Pharrell Williams]
I live it how I get

You can catch me, Rih, in the new La Ferrar’
Hate! If not now then when?
[Verse 2: Pharrell Williams]
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Hate! About the borders and, "Did I run?"
Wait, wait a minute
[Verse 1: Pharrell Williams]
This beat tastes like lunch Woo!
I was afraid, once a nigga graduate
The truth will set you free
Keep askin’ how I feel ’bout guns Hate!
Oh (hate!) and if it’s heated I’ma feed my face
Want me to beat it like the T.I. case Hate!
[Chorus: Rihanna]
[Refrain: Pharrell Williams]
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Shout out to them people, people
Warp speed, Doctor Spock couldn’t chase, nigga

Yeah, longer than LeBron
Hate supplements are found right in their couches
Wait, wait a minute
Wave hello to the top

Nigga the Veyron glide
Count the mothafuckin’ digits

Wait, wait a minute
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
[Bridge: Pharrell Williams]
Wait, wait a minute
It’s just your eyes get acidic

My constellation in space
[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Count the mothafuckin’ digits
And best believe, it’s gon’ be outrageous Hate!
A nigga ’bouta business
But it’s runnin’ from veneers and it’s runnin’ from the fronts
But everyday, hey, wasn’t lemonade
Wait, wait a minute
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
[Interlude]
[Verse 3: Rihanna]
I pull up with a lemon
Hate! Hunt me down like the C.I.A
Wave hello to the top
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
Got the window down, top, blowin’ la
Tell the paparazzi get the lens right
Bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Nigga, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Side of my car, tryna see my face Hate!
You can catch me

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
But first, it’ll piss you off
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
Hate! Niggas hit you with the Eli face, oh
Like yours, but you rent it
Like yours, but you rent it
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
I live it how I get
Nigga the Veyron glide

A nigga ’bouta business
It’s Rihanna, nigga
Wait, wait a minute
Got the hazards on, only doin’ five
Tell the paparazzi get the lens right
Would I be okay?
I told you we won’t stop
I tried to tell y’all about this dude Hate!
Wait, wait a minute

Wait, wait a minute
Bad bitches wanna be my bae Hate!
Mad ethnic right now
And the truck behind me got arms
And this here ain’t a scrimmage
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
I told you we won’t stop
Not ’cause she ain’t livin’
Got the window down, top, blowin’ la
Scrunchin’ their eyes with your name in their mouth and
Don’t drink the Kool-Aid, my friends Hate!
And if not me then who? Hate!
Wait, wait a minute
You can catch me…
Hatin’ niggas can’t believe my race Hate!
I get it how I live it
Wait, wait a minute
Hate! You keep askin’ me where I’m from
And this here ain’t a scrimmage

[Refrain: Pharrell Williams]
P-p-p-people, people

Just waitin’ for my thumb like The Fonz

Wait, wait a minute
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’

Not ’cause she ain’t livin’
Got the hazards on, only doin’ five
Mothafucka, we ain’t finished
[Refrain: Pharrell Williams]
Mothafucka, we ain’t finished
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’

Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
I pull up with a lemon
So I prayed and I played
I get it how I live it

Machine Gun Kelly – Golden God

Except we might be on a private plane
Motherfucker, I’m retarded
I took so much acid, I be forgetting
Yah I’m a desperado, whiskey bottles, .38 bang, bang, bang
I was working at Chipotle, I was finna have a baby
Ramen noodles with the bacon
Baby you’re asking why I’m such a legend
Made man like Joe Pesci
Came from public education
And not do whatever the fuck you wanted
I am king of this new shit, seven rings and a pool stick
Need double mercy Marty
Dub was working at the steel shop
I’m on the roof of the party
Corny bitches make me sick
That means business
Slim was working off of 1st block
Bitch, I thought it was a drought
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
Ay, throw up in this bitch, I might
I need DeNiro or I’ll rob her
I’m with bitches burning rubber
King of marijuana gardens
Models be on the same thang, thang
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
King of underground, King of Cleveland town
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I ain’t like my daddy, he religious
I’m on the roof of the party
Gunna
The type to put the red beam on you, I ain’t talk about a laser
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
Bitch, I’m G-U-double N-A, Gunna
Went from stealing out of Walmart to president of operations
David Bowie of my generation
Double X, we the hardest
Bought the yayo from Miguel, though
8 ball, let sway roll, rockstars don’t say no
EST, that’s the gang, gang, gang
Why would you ever come from nothing
I can’t stop myself from coughing
I’m on the roof of the party
2012 was a good year, 2017 too lit
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
They need my merchandise on Melrose
Should’ve never got it started
Four thousand dollar bong rip
Man, I’m wildin’ every summer
Bitch, I thought you had the clout
20/20 vision, see the future
We still roll together every day
I had to skate Wayne Gretzky
We the golden squad, we the golden squad
Looks like the crown do fit
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
Still all the way dangerous
Bought a pound from a rasta
Called an Uber helicopter
Do you know how I’m regarded?
Custom made for the new house
Ay, red lights on in the boulevard
Never like my mother, fighter, not a lover
I might throw up in this bitch, throw up in this bitch
Still dirty Chuck Taylors, still hanging with gangstas
Kill them all, we violent with no hesitation
Award shows need an Oscar
Can’t believe I never had shit
This beat so flame, though, I forgot to say my name, though

Mistah F.A.B. – Can’t Kill Hyphy

I’m ridin’ for you, brodie, like a super Uber
[Verse 2]

Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy
Hyphy comin’ back, a couple suckas ain’t gonna like that
Hey, I don’t think they know, they some nerds

I’m still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
Tech grind, Chevron gas, unleaded, ah
Still (Keep it super duper, can’t kill hyphy)
Off champagne and cookies, I’m blowin’, I’m blowin’
Hyphy
Gingerbread House, Carijama, and LG
Hyphy ain’t dead, them niggas just scared
"Fabby Davis, oh my god, you’re back, yo, we love you!"
Yadadamean, fo’ sho, yadadamean, fo’ sheezy
Bay on my back like Bubbles on Mike Jack
Can’t kill hyphy like Keak Da Sneak
This that ’06 slap, you beezy
I’m still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
This that ’06 slap, you beezy
Still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
I’m still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
In the building and I’m feelin’ like yee!
Mistah F.A.B
Hold it down for the Bay reppin’ Oakland
He said "Fabby, burn them niggas down like Left Eye"
Shaboobalaboopy, that’s my word
Now tell ’em don’t stop, keep goin’, keep goin’
I heard that The Bay fell off? Nigga what?
Niggas ain’t hyphy, they really need to stop frontin’
In the building and I’m feelin’ like yee!
Can’t kill hyphy like Keak Da Sneak
Hyphy like when a hood nigga get turned down (Fuck you, bitch)
In the building and I’m feelin’ like yee!

Still super-duper hyphy, you know it
Hyphy
Put your hands up like I’m ’bout to pop somethin’
This one for the king of the super duper

Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy
This that ’06 slap, you beezy

Bitch said she over me, then why the hell you textin’ then?
Year 2006, where the herb at?
Hyphy

Still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
Still cheezy-weezy, broke niggas on that mad shit

’06, this was big, no Bed-Stuy
Been gettin’ lit, tell the world we want our word back (litty)
Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy
Boy, I’m just doin’ what I had to do (What you do?)
Fetty Wap on the game, lookin’ with my better eye
Boy, I’m on your neck, to the neck, like a necktie
Brodie actin’ like a bitch, too much estrogen
Put a pill in your life, change your attitude
We on that hyphy shit again, uhhh, fuck you
Yadadamean, fo’ sho, yadadamean, fo’ sheezy
(Traxamillion)
From a bad bitch, fuck a bitch, I get the bag quick

Couldn’ta left it in the hands of a better guy

Still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
Super Soaker on deck, we got stupid shooters
Turned back up like a nigga never turned down
So I’m back in the building like I forgot somethin’
They really ain’t shooters, ’cause niggas ain’t dropped nothin’
I’m so Oakland like Cindy on Soul Beat
Just left my nigga Keak, crackin’ jokes by his bedside
Yadadamean, fo’ sho, yadadamean, fo’ sheezy
I’m Han Solo, you know I had to strike back
Did on my first win what niggas don’t do until their third
Still (Keep it super duper, can’t kill hyphy)
Hands on the clock gettin’ turned back
[Chorus]
Why you mad at dude? Man, what is it?
Serve out of town ways, this The Town, don’t forget home
Keak get well, we gon’ shit like a pooper scooper
Hyphy

[Chorus]
Hyphy
[Verse 3]
Still (Keep it super duper, can’t kill hyphy)
Can’t kill hyphy like Keak Da Sneak
Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy
Far as hyphy go, I ain’t gon’ let it die
Rest in peace to The Mac and The Jack, Keak be right back
[Chorus]
I kept the door open, nigga, where’s the gratitude?
Niggas switch cliques, ride dick just to get on
[Verse 1]

Gwen Stefani – You Make It Feel Like Christmas (feat. Blake Shelton) (Lyric Video)

Sweet gingerbread made with molasses
I want to thank the storm that brought the snow (uh uh)
My heart skipped and I reacted
I wanna thank you, baby
Can’t believe that this is happening
I wanna thank you, baby
Stars are shining on us, too
We’re gonna be a classic for all time
But I wanna thank you, baby
Thanks to the string of lights that make it glow (uh)
Sweet gingerbread made with molasses
You make it feel like Christmas
But I found forever in that very first kiss
You make it feel like Christmas
My heart skipped and I reacted
Like a present sent from God
Like a present sent from God
I wanna thank you, baby
I wanna thank you, baby
But you came along I swear you saved my life
It barely took a breath to realize
Sleigh bells singing hallelujah
Thought I was done for, thought that love had died
Sleigh bells singing hallelujah
And I wanna thank you, baby
You make it feel like Christmas
I never thought I’d find a love like this
You make it feel like Christmas
Oh oh (oh thank you baby)
Can’t believe that this is happening
You make it feel like Christmas
You make it feel like Christmas
Stars are shining on us, too
You make it feel like Christmas
I wanna thank you, baby

Hopsin – Witch Doctor

Somebody better call the witch doctor (witch doctor)
Don’t be callin’ tryna sit for a bagel and cup of tea, my nigga
I can show you the way if you want to know
You gon’ need to see the fuckin’ witch doctor (sangoma)
Savage!
Don’t care if you poppin’, bitch, you basic as fuck to me

Have a blast, I’m an avalanche Buckle up, nigga!
Ooh, you don’t want the backlash
There is an evil me that speaks to me every evening
[Verse 2]
I’ve been labeled a fuckin’ beast, it’s a fatal corrupt disease
I feel like the one, but I ain’t what you should count on
Evil and purgin’, I am more deceivin’ in person
Fuck around and break you off proper
Look at the fans that all my misery has blessed

Ooh, you don’t want the backlash
As long as I’m breathin’ I ain’t gon’ give emcees a rest
I’ma feel this way until the day I’m leavin’ this Earth, man
Mashin’ fans down on your master plan with a planned attack
Ooh, you don’t want the backlash
Fuck around and break you off proper

Soek jy ‘n sangoma, soek jy ‘n sangoma, a sangoma
Screamin’ and cursin’, fuck the world with penis insertions
And lowkey I been checkin’ to see how Dame is
Slow down, nigga! Why you actin’ like a badass?
And without Hop, I’m sorry nigga, you ain’t shit
Undercover Prodigy
And bitch, I made hits, day to day in the basement
Savage!
I can show you the way if you want to know
My heart froze, but you don’t wanna know how cold
Witch doctor, witch doctor
I got mad disses for anybody who askin’ and
Why you actin’ like a badass? Slow down, nigga!
[Hook]
I’m rude, rugged and lovin’ intrude ruckus Who fuckin’ with me?
I ain’t that industry nigga who always ass-kissin’
Fuck around and break you off proper
So call an ambulance, I’m the straw that just broke the camel’s back
This is a brand new side of me that’s emergin’
[Intro]
I’ve been to Hell, I sat with the man of the household
Just danglin’ from a string, I was made to disrupt the peace
Undercover Prodigy, visualize the movement, nigga

Wi-wi-wi-witch doctor!
Look, I ain’t gon’ lie to you motherfuckers, I’m bad business
Slow down, nigga! Why you actin’ like a badass?

[Hook]
Y’all can sit and pout as you watch how I handle cash gettin’
I’m the dirty scoundrel, livin’ life on the down-low

[Chorus]
Nigga, peep game, no shame, I won’t ever change
Witch doctor, witch doctor
Slow down, nigga! Why you actin’ like a badass?
Slow down, nigga! Why you actin’ like a badass?
Soek jy ‘n sangoma, soek jy ‘n sangoma, a sangoma
Soek jy ‘n sangoma, soek jy ‘n sangoma, a sangoma
You don’t want the backlash
You think you runnin’ shit but you really my cute puppet
You don’t want problems, I’m serious, I am too sick (yeah, yeah)
Nigga, peep game, no shame, I won’t ever change
[Verse 3]
Too stubborn, I got the motherfuckin’ juice chuggin’
Nigga, peep game, no shame, I won’t ever change
Why you actin’ like a badass? Slow down, nigga!
I promise I ain’t delirious, I can prove it (yeah, yeah)
I tried to get rid of him but he rules my thoughts

Somebody better call the witch doctor (witch doctor)
Slavin’ away, playin’ the game, makin’ my name fizz

Soek jy ‘n sangoma, soek jy ‘n sangoma, a sangoma
Do somethin’, got you goose bumpin’
[Verse 1]
You gon’ need to see the fuckin’ witch doctor (sangoma)
You gon’ need to see the fuckin’ witch doctor (sangoma)
[Hook]
Listen, I ain’t gon’ pretend to be the best
Why you actin’ like a badass? Slow down, nigga!

I don’t give a fuck about ever being politically correct
[Chorus]
You don’t want the backlash
Wi-wi-wi-witch doctor!
Come on!
Slow down, nigga!
Music can make a struggle seem cool — it’s not
A lot Do you know what the fuck I’ve been through?
You don’t want the backlash
Savage!
It’s like a massive pack of elephants, charge you with cataracts
Think twice, nigga, I’m eerie as Tyson’s toothpick

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – GG (Remix) (feat. A Boogie With The Hoodie)

(Tell me why you say that Youngboy?)
Say somethin’ and get shot, bitch face down to the ground
I ain’t got no respect, you might think I’m dumb

I just took a loss so I’m goin’ on a heist
If you think I fuck with that lil hoe, then you a fool
Too much money on me for to raise my hands and fight
Five thousands dollars, what I paid for the whole fit
Try to take my jewelry off and you gon’ make the news
Cause bitch I’m flyer than your dude
See the car I pulled up in so you might think I flew
I ain’t got no education, I dropped out of school
Tell me hoe, if you don’t like me why you worried about what I do
(Tell me why you say that Youngboy?)
No security with me so I’m strapped up with that tool
Fuck you, bitch I hopped up out that coupe
I’m just 17, with a whole lotta money
Draw down with that Glock, bitch don’t make no sound
Fuck you, bitch I hopped up out that coupe
Hold a tool in yo face like chino do a bike

Cause bitch I’m flyer than your dude
Free my niggas out the can
[Intro]
I ain’t even put no effort, crazy man
Draw down with that Glock, bitch don’t make no sound
You ain’t see the car I pulled up in so you might think I flew
[Verse]
Say somethin’ and get shot, bitch face down to the ground
Thunder in my clip, fuck around get hit with light
Nigga, this that crazy man
Tell me hoe, if you don’t like me why you worried about what I do
Cuban links around my neck, it cost me 22
Went to Neiman Marcus for my pants and my shoes

I ain’t got no respect, you might think I’m dumb
I’m just 17, with a whole lotta money
Audemar Piguet, coulda’ went and bought a school

21 Savage, Offset & Metro Boomin – Ghostface Killers (feat. Travis Scott)

(21) Do you wanna take a ride with the coroner today?
Ride suicides, we keep this shit alive (yeah)
Wonder Bread man, make your bitch lick crumbs (yeah)
Trappin’ the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name
I got a foreign mamacita and I been known to beat it (mama)
Yeah, Kim Jong, yeah big bombs (21)
Trappin’ the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name

We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
I, pour up a four, a liter, I got the stripes, Adidas
Shrimp ass nigga, did you do your chores today? (21)
Niggas ain’t goin’ defeated, we get the guns immediate
These niggas is broke and it’s pitiful

Rackades on the outfit will make her bounce it
Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk
Diamonds flashing, need some glasses for the flashing, yeah
Bitch boy I’m a mobster, shrimp in my pasta
Wherever I go the whole gang gon’ go, yeah (gang)

[Chorus: Offset]
You a fuckboy, we ain’t with the horseplay (bitch)
Good drank my life yeah, CPR my pipe, yeah
We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
Nike boys, we don’t do three stripes (yeah)
Michael Jackson with this fashion, bitch I’m dabbin’, yeah
Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk
Please need the energy, only got a night, yeah (it’s lit)
On the couches
Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
Goin’ way up, on my way to cut through traffic (what you poppin’)
[Verse 3: Travis Scott]
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
[Verse 1: Offset]
After I cut off a thot I give her some money for service (here)
[Chorus: Offset]

Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door man
I’m living for my niggas that do life, yeah
We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
Dope boy, dope boy, I sell coke boy (21)
Tom Cruise, I’ma make her see, she snort a mountain
You broke ass rappers food, it’s a po boy (21)
[Chorus: Offset]
I got AK, SK, HK, broad day (21)
Bloody ass is what I’m seeing, it’s way too graphic
Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)

Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
Trappin’ the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name
You cannot tame the ho because you want fame for sure (tame)
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door man
Private status, tryna land the jet at Magic (how you goin’?)
Go to the lot and young nigga don’t lease it, I purchase

Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
Fox 5 gang, turn you to a candlelight
Trappin’ the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name

Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
Planet of the Apes, yeah I hang around gorillas (on god)
I got an over overload like I just sold my soul
Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
Pop the seal and pop the bean, I need the balance (pop it, pop it)
Audemars Piguet flooded, got my wrist numb (bling)
Mad Max nigga, yeah I hang with the killers (21)
Yeah, put on the Patek, poppin’ xannys, I’m an addict
All your pockets on hurting, nigga you can be my servant
Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
Everybody the same, all these niggas sound alike (dick riders)
All of this shit on purpose got these bitches slurpin’
(Straight up)
Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
Break the mattress with a baddie on the addy

Drop from the heavens straight in the wild (yeah)
[Chorus: Offset]
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
Jamaican Don Dada, hang ’round the shottas
Trunk in the front, top gotta slide
Grab the hitstick, nigga tryna blitz some’
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door man
Jumping out the public houses, don’t you come outside
Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
You think that you rich ’cause you got a hundred or more
Don’t burn in the coupe, it’s an Italy
Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
Broke, you ain’t us, we don’t speak that language
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door man
Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk
Watch your fingers ’cause the cactus dangerous (yeah)
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]

Kodak Black & Plies – Too Much Money (Uncensored)

Come through, come through with that ray gun
That’s a fast car, I hop out Jaguar
Peep but I dont speak, I see that shit but I don’t say none (yea)
I don’t even know why you hit me for
Too much money out here to be hating (yea)
Come through, come through with that ray gun
She’s a fast broad, I just ran into her
Peeling, wheeling and tooling
He’s a bastard, where’s his dad going
Talking about a nigga hating on you
I don’t even know why you tripping for
Too much money out here
Too much money out here
Ball on your ass like CP3
You ain’t real, don’t say none
You niggas running around here
Come through with that ray gun
[Intro: Kodak Black]
You already know I’m fucking your lady
Everyday I’m living like PNB
Free cologne baby, you dig what i’m saying, she love my fragrance
One hunnid, it ain’t in there
Come through with that ray
I’m trynna watch my man do it
Everyone know I got 16 cars
Like you niggas ain’t even doing shit
I’m on the one-way [?]
Y’all hating I’m at the cliff boy
All white on me like CMG
Peep but i dont speak, I see that shit but I don’t say none (yea)
Too much money out here to be hating (yea)
[Hook: Kodak Black]
All of the young niggas know what’s winning
I keep money in all four of my pockets
Who let fooly in here?

Pick a nigga bitch on INT
Too much money out here
I might keep that woolley
[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Peep when Ion speak, I see that shit but I don’t say none (yea)
That’s a Nascar, watch him blast off
Got it back and threw it
I swear I’m a savage lil nigga, you know I don’t care
[Hook: Kodak Black]
You been shooting that tooly
I can buy a Bugatti now
You know Ima keep it 1k bruh
Peep when Ion speak, I see that shit but I don’t say none (yea)
Why I keep the bag, I don’t short nobody

Free cologne baby, you dig what i’m saying, she love my fragrance (ay)
Free cologne baby, you dig what i’m saying, she love my fragrance (ay)
You the police like CPD
I just got the bag and ran through it
Pill kicked in I got Xan in my body
Bust his ass son, you your daddy son
Free cologne baby, you dig what i’m saying, she love my fragrance
Come through, come through with that ray gun
Too much money out here
Too much money out here
Come through with that ray
Come through, come through with that ray gun
They cave me the way
Peep but i dont speak, I see that shit but I don’t say none (yea)
Everyday know me, don’t need a ID
[?]
Fake real clean I don’t award nobody
I get stupid stupid
I got so many clothes, don’t know what I would wear
I already made the money
Peep but i dont speak, I see that shit but I don’t say none (yea)
Got a Benz in the yard that’s a AMG
Come through with that ray
Come through, come through with that ray gun
Come through with that ray gun
Come through, come through with that ray gun
Too much money out here to be hating (yea)

Free cologne baby, you dig what i’m saying, she love my fragrance
[Hook: Kodak Black]
Too much money out here
Free cologne baby, you dig what i’m saying, she love my fragrance (ay)
Too much money out here to be hating (yea)
I don’t even know why you dissing for
He’s a track star, I just ran into him
Hoes fuck around like TMZ

But real shit though dog it’s too much money out here to be hating

Too much money out here to be hating (yea)
Come through with that ray

[Verse 2: Plies]
Too much money out here to be hating (yea)

Kygo – Permanent (feat. JHart)

With someone new
I’ll bet you’re in Seoul
I tried to receive it
It was permanent
For a moment there, it was permanent
‘Cause we held the world, we were turning it

You just
And we held the world, we were turning it
And we held the world, we were turning it
We made mistakes, but we both we didn’t mean it
You made it look easy
I drive the streets, when you told me your secrets
Not like I do
Like all your tattoos
We made mistakes, but we both we didn’t mean it
For a moment there
‘Cause we held the world, we were turning it
To when it was good
For a moment there, it was permanent
The night’s just too weary
I followed
Oh look, I don’t wanna feel like somebody
Dancing in slow-mo

For a moment there, it was permanent

For a moment there, it was permanent
I’ll bet
Permanent
While nothing else ever feels like your body
I followed the pieces
It’s like you didn’t feel it
Oh look, I don’t wanna feel like somebody
While nothing else ever feels like your body
I hope you’ll never forget it
I cared I
I drive the streets, when you told me your secrets

Permanent
Permanent

Kylie Minogue – Dreams

To give in to pleasure with no boundaries

These are the dreams
Of an impossible princess
To be a sinner, a saint, a lover and friend
[Bridge]
To be of purest love, the deepest pain
To be lost and found again and again and again
[Verse 1]
Man and woman, boy and girl
Man and woman, boy and girl
To know the power of wealth and poverty
Keep believing in dreams
They want to escape this world
These are the dreams

To wake with the moon and sleep with the sun
Believer in truth, defendant of lies
It’s a way of dealing with all the feeling
Of an impossible princess
Of an impossible princess
Of an impossible princess
Of an impossible princess
To be hailed as a hero, branded a fool

Of an impossible princess
These are the dreams
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
To fly in the ocean, swim in the skys
To have any man but to love only one

[Verse 2]
Keep believing in dreams
To feel the touch of a man, a woman’s caress
(These are the dreams)
To taste every moment and try everything
To know a beginning but never an end
They want to escape this world
Of an impossible princess
(These are the dreams)
Believe in the sacred and break every rule

Living in chaos and harmony
[Chorus]
It’s a way of dealing with all the feeling
These are the dreams
To know the limits of torture and tenderness
Of an impossible princess

Lil Wop – Sinister

A convertible or drop, we skrt up off the lot, ayy
Chopper in the passenger, your bitch in the backseat, ayy
Wake up take a piss, ayy
Evil Haze
Xan is all I eat, ayy
Poppin’ percs and poppin’ xans until I hit the seats, ayy
Then I grab my trip, ayy
[Verse 1]
I stay with my piece, ayy
It’s Wop, it’s Wop
Ain’t got sleep this week, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ahhh, ayyy
[?] getting hot, I got rocks up in my socks, ayy
I don’t fuck with niggas ’cause these niggas ain’t legit, ayy
That’s your bitch, I took your bitch, she gave me top up in the whip
You gon’ kiss that bitch and she was sucking on my dick, ayy (you whore)

Got it out the pot, ayy, Wopster got it off the block
Turned into a hit, ayy
Lookin’ for your bitch, she in the kitchen whipping bricks, ayy
[Intro]
Bitch, it’s Wop, I feel like I’m the shit, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Black Money Boyz Deathrow, fuck nigga
I can’t keep the peace, ayy
Ayy, Wop
[Break]
[?] working, had the Glock, [?] still back at the spot, ayy (you whore)
Wake up, hit a lick, ayy
[Verse 2]

I ain’t got no heart, so I can’t love a bitch for shit, ayy

NO1-NOAH – Stuck On Stupid

Your love is necessary
Triple

I remember you would leave
I’m not the type to but I think I gotta wife her
Your charm is undisputed
My friends telling me get rid of you
I say
But I don’t wanna be on some alone shit
When I’m on my way walking out
I ain’t going to your message
Girl, you know I don’t take that shit
I thought that I would be able to get thru this
You’ll probably make me lose it
Baby, can’t go without it
Triple 1, 11102
Triple 1, 11102
And I notice, now you’re someone that I don’t notice
My friends would not approve this
You the reason why this young boy over here so cold
Remember losing sleep
And go on
In the middle of it all
And we on
Triple 1, 11102
Remember losing peace
But I’m good at taking falls
You got me hating Cupid
I just wonder what you did to me
I ain’t going to your house
Triple
Need somebody who’s there from time to time
Don’t hide then say those things

Triple
But I can’t just get away from you
Can’t go without it, can’t go without it
Stop with the hiding
Your charm is undisputed
11102, 2 for deuces if you say we’re thru
You the reason why I always gotta keep a coat
But
Bumpin’ and grindin’

Give me vibrations and be my motivation
It got me stuck on stupid
You got to me the soonest
11102, 2 for deuces if you say we’re thru
Triple
You know I don’t play that shit
I remember losing me
I ain’t going to your house
These girls out here living in the moment
Girl, now you played my shit
You got me open wounded

Ride it, slide it, grind it
Do you know about feelings at all, I feel you don’t
Nobody like her, it’s perfect timing
Your love is necessary
You got me open wounded
You’ll probably make me lose it
I just know how to find her
I ain’t going to your message
Somebody with a ton of relation
To feel communication
Triple
You’re the only one that ever noticed, noticed

I don’t gotta tell you that I’m broken
11102, 2 for deuces if you say we’re thru

And I can’t erase that shit
Round like how do you hide it

11102, 2 for deuces if you say we’re thru

I keep it silent, think that you got me
Triple 1, 11102
Stop with the hiding, just be about it, oh

Baby you hiding, baby misguided
Don’t need nobody, be the motive
It got me stuck on stupid
If only someone told me I would notice
Somebody who cares from time to time

I ain’t good at taking advice

11102, 2 for deuces if you say we’re thru
And it seems like you think that it’s a joke
11102, 2 for deuces if you say we’re thru
Triple 1, 11102
Somebody that I don’t have to talk
Say that shit
Always wanna talk
I cannot fight it, baby, think that I like it
I ain’t accept that at all
You got me hating Cupid
Somebody who will laugh from time to time
I say
Somebody to have a deep conversation
My friends would not approve this
I ain’t good at taking advice
I say
11102, 2 for deuces if you say we’re thru
And now another nigga knows
When I’m on my way walking out
Triple 1, 11102
Say you about it, but you so quiet
To make me fall in love
But never talk to me
I can’t one night it
11102, 2 for deuces if you say we’re thru
On some alone shit, yeah
Thought that I’d be able just to do this
You got to me the soonest
I don’t need you
Cause there’s always some regret
To make me feel like I need you

Cause there’s always some regret
Try and find somebody new
Got a problem, then say that shit
And I can’t have no one else

Triple 1, 11102
Triple
Somebody who will blab from time to time
Never thought that I could be so clueless
Triple 1, 11102
Tell me, how did I find this
You so wrong

Vic Mensa – Karma Police (Radiohead Cover) (On BBC Radio 1’s Piano Sessions) (Live)

Karma police
[Outro]
When you mess with us
I’ve given all I can, it’s not enough
This is what you’ll get
This is what you’ll get
I lost myself, I lost myself

Arrest this girl, her Hitler hairdo
I’ve given all I can, but we’re still on the payroll
When you mess with us
Arrest this man, he talks in maths
[Verse 1]
Karma police
[Chorus]

This is what you’ll get
This is what you’ll get
He buzzes like a fridge, he’s like a detuned radio
[Verse 2]

For a minute there
I lost myself, I lost myself
For a minute there
This is what you’ll get
Phew, for a minute there
[Chorus]
Phew, for a minute there
I lost myself, I lost myself
Karma police
I lost myself, I lost myself
This is what you’ll get
Is making me feel ill and we have crashed her party

Vic Mensa – We Could Be Free (On BBC Radio 1’s Piano Sessions) (Live)

And love could wash away our sorrows
To see my enemy as my brother
One day I dream of telling my momma
I don’t want to wait for the afterlife
That we could be free, truly
I’m not afraid to bleed
You fools, saying "all lives matter"

We could be free
Enemy my brother
It’s been getting kinda hard to tell
Watch my cousins back at home, getting water out a well
Asking why I’m alive when the realest niggas died
But faith alone can’t make things right
But
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Why, why, why, why?
One day, I believe I’d learn
To love my enemy as my brother

Then we could be free, truly
If we’d only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other

Locked in the hood, trying to stop you from voting and stop you from growing
They don’t want you to own, but
To see my enemy as my brother
So I’m down to bleed if it means things improve
Then we could be free, truly
Spend so much time countin’ issues, I forget to count
Then we could be free, you and me
Make my enemy my brother
Love (love)
We’ll make them better today not tomorrow
[Verse 2]
If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
Why they flood Baton Rouge?
If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow
And we could wash away our sorrows
[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign and Vic Mensa]
Sometimes I wake up and I look up at the sky
[Hook]
I’m not afraid to bleed
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sometimes I wake up and I look up in the sky
Asking why I survived all the days that I could have died
Be a ghost at night full of broken dreams
They ain’t got a meal, we don’t recognize we in heaven
To see my enemy as my brother
Momma cryin’ at an open casket
Who the fuck is you to patronize
And my pride won’t let me give up, lord as hard as I try
Who am I in my place
[Bridge]

And love could wash away our sorrows
If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow
But it’s black lives you refuse include
To contemplate suicide?
That we could be free
Somebody’s son whose daddy died?
As far as he came I can’t complain, but pain is so subjective
(yeah yeah yeah)

Blocked from the polls
Tryna’ get a mill’ on the other side
If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
[Bridge]
So we think we live in hell

I don’t want to be the new sacrifice
In those times I try to remember
Love (love)
I don’t want to turn into a poltergeist
While I watch my brother stacking stone, whippin’ water by the scale
I don’t want a vigil by candle light
All dressed up for Sunday masses
One thing I believe I could learn
I’m not afraid to bleed, if it means
My blessings
Why the city singing Alton’s blues?
And cops keep blowing and blowing

"You ain’t gotta work no more"
Keep black people locked into cotton
But I believe I’d learn
In those times I try to remember
Same for my father, born in Ghana, down on that dirt road floor
[Hook]
Cold as ice in a suit, 3 piece
I feel like Jadakiss every time I watch the news
Pastor said put faith in God

What the fuck I got to lose?