Daily Archives: November 23, 2017

The Score – Miracle

Don’t know how to say it
A miracle
Cause I’m losing my mind
Trying to find the perfect line
Don’t know how to say it
And I don’t know when I’ll be fine
Now let me explain
A miracle
I think I’m running out of time
Don’t know how to say it
Searching for words, and praying for signs
Success is a door that always slams
I need a mira-miracle, a mira-miracle
And I don’t know when I’ll be fine
I need a mira-miracle, a mira-miracle
[Verse 2]
I’m working for a life that’s not domesticated

Don’t know how to say it
I’m trying to break it
And I don’t know when I’ll be fine
It’s hard to relay
I’m trying to break it
[Pre-Chorus]
I need a miracle
Don’t know how to say I’m minutes away from going insane
[Verse 1]
Sometimes I’m medicated
I struggle to find the rhythm and rhyme
I need a mira-miracle, a mira-miracle
It’s not just a show
I need a mira-miracle, a mira-miracle

I need you to know
I struggle to find the rhythm and rhyme
Don’t know how to say it
Counting seconds passing by
That I’m losing my mind
It never goes the way that you planned
A miracle

Searching for words, and praying for signs
[Chorus]
I’m trying to break it
Counting seconds passing by
This battle for gold is killing my soul
Counting seconds passing by
Yeah I’m losing my mind
I’m trying to break it
[Chorus]
Trying to find the perfect line

I’m trying to break it
I’m trying to break it
That I’m losing my mind
I need a mira-miracle, a mira-miracle
I struggle to find the rhythm and rhyme
The thoughts in my brain
It never goes the way that you planned

It’s not just a phase
[Bridge]
Trying to find the perfect line
I need a mira-miracle, a mira-miracle

A miracle
I think I’m running out of time
Yeah I’m losing my mind

Yeah I’m losing my mind
I need a mira-miracle, a mira-miracle
[Outro]
Searching for words, and praying for signs
It never goes the way that you planned

[Chorus]
I’m working through some shit
I think I’m running out of time
[Pre-Chorus]
Success is a door that always slams
Success is a door that always slams

I’m trying to keep it real, sometimes it’s complicated
It’s hard to be yourself when all you feel is jaded
I need a mira-miracle, a mira-miracle

Dave East – Phone Jumpin (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

Bring your rent back to papi and gimme more
What you know about trapping and pitching?
You better grow some
On my wrist I put Patek Philippe now
Mike Amiri cost me eighteen
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Last year I bet against the Cavaliers
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
Perc’s, Xan’s, Lean, Perc’s
Quick to get my niggas out a jam
Keep a low tip nail, ’cause it’s all about taste
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
Phone jumpin’ gotta bag it up quickly
Every day we can eat at Phillipe’s now
New car so I’m gonna leave ’em
Quick to spend it all with my fam
Fuck the Reup up at the Fendi store
I woke this morning like fuck everybody and that’s how I knew that I needed to smoke
How he got the bed buddy flyin’
They don’t go off like Khalifa man
Hot temper keepin’ it calm
5th grade I was in Japan
Residue still on my hand
Pass it around, ain’t got lungs
Now I got ’em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
Now bitches chew me like a piece of some gum
In the basement, growing base, this shit is strong like mase
It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
Every day we can eat at Phillipe’s now
Residue still on my hand
A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
Talk down but they wanna be him, damn
You can’t imagine the trenches
Hear ’em talk but I don’t believe ’em
I’m a wrong one
I heard you talk to a lot of feds
On my wrist I put Patek Philippe now
I’m picking up bags when I leave town
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly
Residue still on my hand
I do not wanna be stuck in the hood all day I rather go jump off a boat
Ha ha ha
What you know about trapping and pitching?
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
2nd grade had two girlfriends
Two thousand for this Moncler coat
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
But my little bitch she drinking straight lean
I’m not gonna speak on a soul
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
Fuck the Reup up on Vuitton
That ain’t no shirt that was straight jeans
Props to my nigga, I’ll never forget all the times you took me where I needed to go
Fuck the Reup up on Chanel
If the weed good roll it then
Quick to tell a nigga who I am
Now I got ’em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
I’m picking up bags when I leave town
What you know about trapping and pitching?
Now I force em’ all to stand in line
Phone jumpin’ gotta bag it up quickly
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
Pineapple Fanta when I be on it
I remember people lying to me
What you know about not having a penny?
I’m gettin some brain, I pulled out my chain and she started lookin’ like she seen a ghost
Phone off it was quiet for me
My nigga is felons you niggas is jealous and y’all just defining the meaning of broke
On my mama, your honor
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
Take dabs ’til I’m gone
Without these cameras they’d be probably dead
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
We ain’t lookin’ for jobs livin’ like the mob
You can’t imagine the trenches
Phone off it was quiet for me
I’ve been that nigga since Simon Says
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
I done did three mil’, did it all in one day
All they wanna know When your album dropping?
What you know about not having a penny?
Uh, fuck up off me
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
You can’t imagine the trenches
Yeah, yeah
Now I can never go broke again
Here we go
Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
See I used to sleep in the slums
A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
Bag that up
I fucked the Reup on LeBron
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
Quick to turn a hater to a fan
Ice hash in the bong
They told me you reap what you sow
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
Quick to get another million
You can’t imagine the trenches
I ain’t need no one to hold my hand
Phone off it was quiet for me
Diamonds is cold like goin’ outside with no jacket and mama say you need a coat
My nigga don’t text me right now I’m too high
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly
Residue still on my hand
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
What you know about not having a penny?

Problem – Ain’t Like You (feat. Ne-Yo & Terrace Martin)

Something like a stranger

But it seemin’ like you don’t agree (damn)
It ain’t like you to just not be home
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
Something like a stranger
Long time, no see

Tell me why you gotta be so, be so cold
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
Tables always turn
It ain’t like you to not pick up when I call you

Since you checked up on me
It ain’t like you to up and get gon’
See you livin’ life but girl it’s been a minute
I’ve been in a film or two
[Verse 2: Problem]
Disrespect is what you do to me
Oh, oh, oh
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
Long time, no see
[Verse 3: Terrace Martin]
It ain’t like you to just not be home
Playing games is not the things I do (no, no, no)
I’ve been watching from a distance
Oh, oh, oh
It ain’t like you to up and get gon’
It ain’t like you to not hit my phone
Yeah, you poppin’ in your snaps and on IG
Notice how you treat me
Tell me why you gotta be so, be so cold
Like we playing hide and go seek
But it’s you that’s acting Hollywood lately
But for now I’m learning
[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
I think you found another me
It ain’t like you to just not be home
[Verse 1: Ne-Yo]
Oh, oh, oh
It ain’t like you to up and get gone
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
But that could never be, baby
It ain’t like you to not pick up when I call you
It ain’t like you to not hit my phone
It ain’t like you to not hit my phone
It ain’t like you to not pick up when I call you
I can read the signs, baby

It could be just me and you (yes, yes, yes, yea yea)
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
It’s been hard to find you lately
Tell me why you gotta be so, be so cold

Bipolar Sunshine – Major Love

Major love
Got the leafs for my G’s
Long days got my wastin’
[Chorus]
Major love
Major love
Major love
Major love
Major love

So baby, I’mma ’bout the racin’
Major love
You were looking for love
[Chorus]
Harley, speeding off chasin’
[Verse 2]
I was hoping that we stay patient
Major love
You were looking for love
We can fly away, float on a higher lane
By the way, I know a hideaway
Major, major, major love
You were looking for love
Major love
And all this for…
Major love
You were looking for love
Oh, major
Oh, major love
Major love
Oh, major love
[Verse 1]
Major love
You were looking for love
All things in moderation
Now my heart’s at your battle station

And off course, you get a call
You were looking for love
[Intro]
For you all

Tell me, can I be your…
[Bridge]
Need a cut in the west for the breeze
Fill your hole, that is vacant
Oh, major
Oh, major
Tell ya friends, I’m inviting them all
You were looking for love
Oh, major

Major love
[Chorus]

Major, major, major love
Major love
Major love

Farruko, Nicki Minaj & Bad Bunny – Krippy Kush (Remix) (feat. 21 Savage & Rvssian) (Lyric Video)

[Verso 1: Nicki Minaj]
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
[Verso 3: Farruko]

Culo gordo

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
To’a las putas quieren kush…
Del celular traqueo con el GPS
(Jajaja) (¡Yeh! ¡yeh! To’a las putas quieren kush… ¡yeh!)
Hola
Pelo rosa
Las gatas quieren Kush, no quieren Friska

También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
And she throw that ass back like a frisbee (on God)
Now I’m balling like I’m Sosa in a Lamborghini rosa
In a Maybach and I’m laid back (21)
I know you heard I’m Slaughter Gang, I smoke something (yeah)
Que tiene un guille de bichote y lo que fuma es regular
Las putas se montan fácil como en GTA
2 phillies, se queda bizca
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
[Coro: Farruko & Bad Bunny]
Now I got ’em rocking inches now
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy

Aquí pasamos moñas por el TSA
Still stick me for my flow like syringes now
[Intro: Nicki Minaj & Rvssian]
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush

Tryna make a hundred M’s using Pro Tools
To’a las putas quieren kush…
Yelling "¡viva Puerto Rico!", all my bitches es hermosa

But I’ll leave these bitches hanging like lynches now
Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Prendí un bastón como el de la brisca
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Word play got ’em stepping up they penses now

[Verso 2: Bad Bunny & Farruko]
You ain’t on my throne, ain’t even a seat away

Yeah, back it up baby, let me see you twerk (21)
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
Make some room, ho, keep a hundred feet away
You better pay me now (now), I don’t cut slack (nah)
Wrist FRIO
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
All these VVS’s (21), make you upset (21, 21, 21)
I might pass her to the team ’cause she old news (she old news)
¡yeh!) ¡yeh! To’a las putas quieren kush… (Jajaja) (¡Yeh!
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
Las libras yo las compro y llegan por FedEx
Uh-huh, I’m smoking krippy kush (krippy kush)

Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
Me llamo Onika
[Coro: Bad Bunny]
But thanks to Nicki, all these new bitches can see the way
Que somos millonarios, y acabo ‘e comprar par de acres pa’ sembrar
[Verso 4: 21 Savage]
Pretty face, ass fat, I’m tryna poke something (yah, yah)
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Put a bullet hole (yeah) in ya wave cap (on God)
Fumando como Snoop Dogg y Wiz Kha
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
I got the krippy, I ain’t talking ’bout the gangs though
En PR ya es legal, yo firmé la ley
Yeah, whole lotta racks and the krispy (the krispy)
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
Que le baja a la movie, que pa’ acá no venga a frontear
Fifty trucks when I pull up we a fleet away
Priority el paquete, next day vía express
Off the head, yeah, I ain’t never wrote nothing (facts)
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
With my plug, I call him Poncho but I think he wants that chocha
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Still kicking closed doors off the hinges now
Call baby girl up, it’s time to smoke something’ (21)
Shotgun and them ’88 Benzes now
Fill the backwoods up with the whole bush (the whole bush)
Yeah, spillin’ codeine on my Gucci shirt (on my shirt)
Had all these bitches rocking pink hair and bangs though
Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
Put this pussy in his boca, make my niggas take his coca
Sintéticas de esas que venden por ahí en los puestos legal
(El Rvssian)
(Farru’)
Y el shipping se lo cobramo’ al bobo de tu ex
200 cajas ‘e paper que pedí en eBay

GoldLink – Crew (feat. Brent Faiyaz & Shy Glizzy) (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

Don’t act like I’m your man
She see money all around me
Girl, you can’t tie me down like Ray J said
Bet against a real ass nigga with a sick ass mouth
Baddest bitch and she Spanish
Can’t come here without a permit
This shit really a jungle, gorillas and anacondas
You can tell that from our pulse right now
We are what them young boys fear
Bet you wanna fuck me now
I’m comin’ for the kitty, I’m a fool, goddamn

Stop that madness, I’m a savage
Hey, nice to meet, I’m Young Jefe, who you be?
Do it for my niggas in the ghost right now
Ain’t nothing wrong with fake asses
Niggas got killed for the boy living dreams in the hills
I’m geekin’, uh huh I’m on it
You came out of hiding, girl
Tell me where have you been?
Tell me where have you been?
I look like I’m the man, yeah
But know I’m down
Don’t act like I’m your man
[Verse 1: GoldLink]

King of District of Columbia
You just a fan, you don’t hold rank
Goddamn, what a time, what a year
Everywhere I go now, always got shit bumpin’, jumpin’, bumpin’, jumpin’, yeah
Don’t look at me like you want it

You came out of hiding, girl
[Hook: Brent Faiyaz]
Don’t hold no rank
And a slick ass flow
Bitches on my dick like it’s nothing
[Verse 2: Shy Glizzy]
Bet you wanna love me down
Pushin’ on the pussy like a button
She see money all around me
And it wasn’t for the boy right now
Bitch, turn around let’s make magic
She said "But I live in the hills" bitch, that’s just the way I sleep
In fourth down we ain’t puntin’ it
But I was down and out like last week
Does she know a nigga ain’t average?
Catch-a-bullet-’round-me-nigga and a player when
You just a fan, you don’t hold rank
Tell ’em that we ain’t stuntin’
Do it for my niggas in the ghost right there
[Hook: Brent Faiyaz]
Shake it like you owe me something
Trigger nigga show me something
But I was down and out like last week
Came four times, fifth time you bustin’
Got the beast in Southeast, thousands clappin’ to this beat
In traffic with MAC 11’s
I kill, never been killed, that’s real, no lies
I fly her to Calabasas
I look like I’m the man, yeah
Still gettin’ rowdy in the function
We get nasty, I’m her daddy
She invite me to her crib, I walk in she see my heat
Don’t hold no rank

Kodak Black – 201519971800

Just in case you niggas try and creep
[Verse 2]
Everybody got they fucking hand out
And, I ain’t even been out here a week
Lately, I’ve been on a fucking marathon
I’ve been working hard, ain’t got no spare time
[Verse 1]

Why they just can’t let a nigga be?
I’m just trying to see where your head at

Oh, that’s Kodak Black, I’ve been hearing bout’
Got my shooter playing hide and seek
If you love me, love a nigga deep
Then, hit it in the backseat of the Jag
I’m just so excited that I’m free
For my niggas, I’ll swim across the sea
[Chorus]
Me and all my niggas come in deep
When you see me, what you really see?
Have you thinking I’ve been with the Zoe pound
I know I’m better than your ex-boyfriend
I’ve been busy, I’ve been doing me
Show this girl another side of me

Can I, baby? Can I, baby?
[Intro]
Run up on a nigga, where the bread at?

I can’t even party on the week
Show you why I act the way I act
Or any other niggas from the past
I’m liking how you make a brother laugh
[Verse 3]
He told me he ain’t trying to take the plea

Better watch the company you keep
I just wanna see all of my niggas home

‘Fore I turn the lights out, tell me who the fuck you want to be
Can I, baby? Can I, baby?
They can’t wait to get back on the streets
I hope you ain’t nothing like my old friends
You love it when I hit it on the beach
Everybody wanna be your friend now
Sometimes, it be feeling like a dream
To everybody else, I was a sour guy
[Outro]
He the hottest nigga in the streets
But, I be treating you a little sweet
[Chorus]
Put you in a condo on the beach
I just talked to Jackboy on collect phone
Mama, I’m just trying to make a mil’ for you
I’m so close to showing her my real side
Cook something, you don’t even eat
On the ground, young ten toes down
Can I come and get you in a Jag?
Can I take you where I learned the game from?
Or any other women that I had
Can a young brother get some sleep?
Baby girl, I know you like my swag
Running to the motherfucking cash
I think we’ve been getting along real fine
‘Fore I turn the lights out, tell me who the fuck you want to be
Mama told me, "Son, I never hear from you"

I be going ham for the cheese
I can put a nigga on his feet
Lately, I’ve been working over 3
See you eating now they want a piece
When you grow up, what you wanna be?
I caught the Audi, then I ran the check up

Kodak Black – Brand New Glizzy

Doing fraud, I heard that money good in Colorado
Kodak Bock I don’t milly rock, I don’t dougie
My Glock got a dick, I even pee with it
Yah, going up, talk with Nene
So I advise you find you something safe to do
Do your homework, or I beat with it
Every show I do now look like the Apollo
I’m running through ya hoes, running in ya door
Free my nigga locked up, eating sloppy joe
I just dropped a album, Project Baby Two
Put my BM in my BM used to drive a pump baby
I got snakes in my gucci, I’m a Python
I threw away the glove but I kept the ski
Thugging with my res on
Shawty said she love me
I be posted on the slab, selling slab
I ain’t no selfish nigga so my whole team winning
Got me reminiscing ’bout my life when I ain’t had no money
I can’t keep my cool, I won’t let it snow
And I ain’t rescuing no hoe, I’m a keep pimpin’
It’s a XD, boy don’t test me
I got a son now, my little baby two
Cause I keep the fire on and I got a firearm
On top of that, I got a son, my little baby two
I just got me a brand new glizzy
Probably playing spades, probably playing dominoes
Just drunk a whole fifth, smoked a ounce of weed
I just bought a new Glock, cost me three fifty
I just bought a new Glock, generation four
I’m grippin’ on my tool, I won’t let it go
Project baby pull up on a nigga no Huggie
[Verse]
A new Glock that’s a nine, Rajon Rondo
Hot sauce but my leg is chill, eating rice with honey
Almost threw away my life
I ain’t Superman, I ain’t savin’ you
Cause I got a [?] gotta make em choose
I used to let these niggas down so I sleep with it
I just bought a new wraith and it’s baby blue
And I put a green bean in it
My gun ain’t on safety, I won’t play with you
You will never catch me tryna dab
If you run up on me, nigga flaming you
I left stems in it, but I threw away the seeds
Kodak Bock I don’t do the nay-nay
I got snakes in my closet but not in my yard
I don’t leave my team waiting
I be tryna chase my dreams but I be fighting demons
I’m on house arrest but I won’t be home
Snakes on my collarbone but not in my lando
I get reckless nigga
Remember eating hot cheetos with sweet n low
Got me running through this door like chain on eskimos

Massari & Tory Lanez – Number One

Baby let her know you number one in out the pace (number one)
Girl I’m fanning your style
No other man, can do what I do

No other mon can keep up with the pace
Now she dance to the one track
Ima give that type of love that you had in a minute, I’m flexing

[Chorus]
No other mon can keep up with the pace
The baddest thing gonna turn anotha
Baby let her know you number one in out the pace (number one)
No, no, no don’t you mistake on me
And she know that I roll on the low
[Chorus: Massari & Tory Lanez]
Nobody can denial

I seen the way you wanted on your waist
Now you know, I gotta tell you

Girl you wanna make me do it on and on and (number one)
I seen the way you wanted on your waist
And when I get it in
[Intro]
Girl you wanna make me do it on and on and (number one)
Long as you can keep on the low
Got my hands, on your waist
I can make, make it come true
No other mon can keep up with the pace

I seen the way you wanted on your waist
She got me with the yeah, yeah
I wanna know, your fantasies
[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
The way your body movin’ to the base
The way your body movin’ to the basee
I’m fanning your style
[Chorus: Massari & Tory Lanez]
[Pre-Chrous]
You can tell, that I want you
Moving slow, at your pace
Baby let her know you number one in out the pace (number one)
Now that you know I gotta tell you
I can see it, on your face

Time to undress her
Girl now you have tell me where you get the shape (number one)

So I can see, what we gon’ do
Baby let her know you number one in out the pace (number one)
[Pre-Chrous]
Baby let her know you number one in out the pace (number one)
All of the time that it take for me

The way your body movin’ to the base
No other mon can keep up with the pace
I can tell that you wild
No other mon can keep up with the pace
Girl you wanna make me do it on and on and (number one)
Oh no
[Verse 2]
Girl now you have tell me where you get the shape (number one)
Girl now you have tell me where you get the shape (number one)
Now she’s screaming to come back
Dirty on me with the yeah, yeah
No other mon can keep up with the pace
I can tell that you wild
We alone, you and me
The baddest thing gonna turn anotha
Baby let her know you number one in out the pace (number one)
Nobody can denial
Speed it up, I know you want to
I can keep up with you babe

OMB Peezy – Doin Bad (feat. NBA Youngboy)

But I’m going through some things my nigga
(My nigga, kinda hard to ease the pain)
That’s your brother nigga, say you love the nigga
People been callin’ me crazy, ain’t been talkin’, I’m tryna get it together

Ain’t nobody gon’ hold you down like you, that’s a fact
How you watch a nigga stay broke?
This for the ones look up to me, just do your own thing
Man I swear that they ain’t feelin’ my pain

For so long I been stuck in the rain
But I’m like fuck ’em, I’m country, YoungBoy you know I be thuggin’
This shit deeper than ever
Know a nigga that I called brother talking to them other niggas, breaking codes
Been through the rain
Fuck a handout, remember they ain’t wan’ give me nothing
Bet they see a nigga with a stack or somethin’ and they beg to suck a nigga’s dick
When me and the judge was goin’ to fuckin’ war you wouldn’t send me a letter
This shit for real
Grip the Glock, got my knee on the wheel
They forget about the times you had
I been chasing after money before I was a teen, yeah
(My nigga, been going through some things)

But I’m going through some things my nigga
All this money cannot dry up your tears
Fuckin’ the fame, I signed a deal for them bills
[Verse 3: OMB Peezy]
These niggas hatin’, they don’t like me, they wanna kill me
I got them killers they on go, bitch I just push a button
I’m on the road with my team tryna catch my dream
[Verse 1: OMB Peezy]
Kinda hard to ease the pain my nigga
Don’t nobody love you when you doing bad
Ain’t nobody gon’ hold you down like you, that’s a fact
Can’t nobody understand how it feel
Don’t nobody love you when you doing bad
Kinda hard to ease the pain my nigga
I was strugglin’, now I got different struggles now that I’m gettin’ rich
Nigga death before dishonor, I do this for the youngins
But I’m going through some things my nigga
And when it hurt ain’t nobody gon’ stop unless you tell ’em
Don’t nobody love you when you doing bad
Same way I came, I ain’t changing up on my bros
Time to move forward and stop looking back

Me and my niggas we on it, you run up on me I buss it
(My nigga, been going through some things)
When I was out there on that block you told me I should do better
[Chorus: OMB Peezy]
Ain’t that a shame, how rugged this shit get
I be paranoid, how we gon’ chill?
Ain’t nobody gon’ hold you down like you, that’s a fact
I just smile through it all, you know that I won’t change, ayy
I been goin’ through some things my nigga
‘Cause don’t nobody love you when you doing bad
Time to move forward and stop looking back
Have you ever been in a ho cell dialing numbers and nobody can help ya?
I been stressing daily, so hard baby [?] my schedule
Say you gon’ leave them whatever, people done left me in the rain without an umbrella
Monique had paid for my first session when I was just a youngin
Kinda hard to ease the pain my nigga
They forget about the times you had
They forget about the times you had, look
[Chorus: OMB Peezy]
(My nigga, been going through some things)
‘Cause when you go broke they leave you in the past
I been goin’ through some things my nigga

Don’t nobody love you when you doing bad
Came a long way from popping them pills

Hardhead, let me record the hot shit for much of nothing
You know, good things, they don’t ever last, Peezy
Time to move forward and stop looking back
(My nigga, kinda hard to ease the pain)
I swear them leeches will suck your ass dry if you let ’em
Kinda hard to ease the pain my nigga
When I was out there on that block you told me I should do better
Sweat more hard, been [?], say you gon’ leave them whatever
Summertime sleeping in the fuckin’ car, skin stick to the leather
Fuck the road, I be watching the mirror
I swear them leeches will suck your ass dry if you let ’em
Now I’m tryna get up to the top, you won’t stop a lil nigga
Have them things clapping just like a seal
(My nigga, kinda hard to ease the pain)
Ain’t nobody gon’ hold you down like you, that’s a fact
But I’m going through some things my nigga
I been goin’ through some things my nigga
Time to move forward and stop looking back
I’ma stand out and never ask these rappers for nothing
This shit look good but I promise it ain’t what it seems
(My nigga, kinda hard to ease the pain)
Play the wrong way and I’ll get you killed
They forget about the times you had
Tote the paper, I show up where you live
And when it hurt ain’t nobody gon’ stop unless you tell ’em
[Chorus: OMB Peezy]
Nobody gon’ care ’til you thumbing through a mil
Said can I take some time and vent?
I been goin’ through some things
[Bridge: OMB Peezy]
They forget about the times you had
Now I’m tryna get up to the top, you won’t stop a lil nigga
(My nigga, been going through some things)
[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]

You’ll watch a nigga get soaked
Niggas be lame, so I’m gon’ paralyze ’em for real

Post Malone – Rockstar (feat. 21 Savage) (Uncensored)

[Chorus: Post Malone & 21 Savage]
Hahahahaha
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
[Intro]

They like, "Savage, why you got a 12 car garage

When my homies pull up on your block
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tank God Beats
When my homies pull up on your block
Rockstar
[Verse 1: Post Malone]
Hit her from the back, pullin’ on her tracks
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
And they all brought a friend
Rockstar
Your wifey say I’m lookin’ like a whole snack (big snack)
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta
[Chorus: Post Malone]
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain’t got a man
And now she screamin’ out, "No mas" (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
I ain’t with the cakin’, how you kiss that? (kiss that?)

And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)
[Outro: Post Malone]
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
Ayy, ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
When my homies pull up on your block
I done made the hot chart, ‘member I used to trap hard
She ask me light a fire like I’m Morrison
Livin’ like a rockstar, I’m livin’ like a rockstar

Feelin’ like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
And show up, man them the shottas
Drankin’ Henny, bad bitches jumpin’ in the pool
Rockstar, feel just like a rock…
Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
And show up, man them the shottas
Ayy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black
[Chorus: Post Malone]
Sayin’, "I’m with the band"
Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
I’m startin’ sayin’, "Rest in peace to Bon Scott"
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)
And show up, man them the shottas
Ayy, shit was legendary
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
And they ain’t got on no bra (bra)

They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)
Rockstar
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin’, don’t give a damn
L.A. bitches always askin’ "Where the coke at?"
I’ve been in the Hills fuckin’ superstars
Tryna grab up on my pants
And you only got 6 cars?" (21)
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
Rockstar
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)

Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
Ayy, act a fool on stage
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
Prolly leave my fuckin’ show in a cop car
Feel just like a…
Ayy, ayy, now she actin’ outta pocket
Ayy, close that door, we blowin’ smoke
Yeah, ayy
Livin’ like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star

Shawn Mendes – There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back (At The 2017 American Music Awards) (Live)

Baby, there’s nothing holding me back
[Chorus]

I love it when you go crazy
I love it when you go crazy
There’s nothing holding me back

[Pre-Chorus]
I know we’d be alright, I know we would be alright
I love it when you go crazy
I wanna follow where she goes
Confessing
Baby, there’s nothing holding me back
[Chorus]

‘Cause everytime that she gets close, yeah
Pulls me in enough to keep me guessing
And maybe I should stop and start confessing
There’s nothing holding me back
You take all my inhibitions
There’s nothing holding me back
And maybe I should stop and start confessing
She really doesn’t like to wait
I think about her and she knows it
Baby, there’s nothing holding me back
I know we’d be alright, I know we would be alright
Manipulate my decisions
[Verse 1]

Just picture everybody naked
Manipulate my decisions
She pulls me in enough to keep me guessing
[Verse 2]
Manipulate my decisions
You take all my inhibitions
If you were by my side and we stumbled in the dark
She says that she’s never afraid
I know we’d be alright, I know we would be alright
‘Cause if we lost our minds and we took it way too far
Baby, there’s nothing holding me back
[Chorus]
Oh, I’ve been shaking
I feel so free when you’re with me, baby
There’s nothing holding me back
Baby, there’s nothing holding me back
Baby, there’s nothing holding me back

Baby, there’s nothing holding me back
Oh, I’ve been shaking
You take me places that tear up my reputation
‘Cause if we lost our minds and we took it way too far

You take me places that tear up my reputation
I wanna let her take control
Not really into hesitation
Oh, I’ve been shaking
You take all my inhibitions
If you were by my side and we stumbled in the dark

[Bridge]
Confessing, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
I know we’d be alright, I know we would be alright
You take me places that tear up my reputation

SZA – Go Gina (Acoustic)

Picking up a penny with a press-on is

(Go Gina, go Gina)
(Go Gina, go Gina)
You could mind your business
I belong to nobody
And we too stoned to pay attention, now
Probably came from my inner circle
Can’t be any harder than holding you up now
Still works for me, it works for me, no
I’ve been dropping out and
You need some get right mama
To be real is to be real, it’s
It usually come from your inner circle
(Much too cool for 7th grade)

(Grinding, grinding, grinding)

To come clean I said
Go Gina, go Gina
(To come clean is to come clean)
I’ve been on the low key grinding
Every time again
I belong to nobody
[Verse]
Probably true what they say about me
[Bridge]
I’ve been hanging out with my high friends
It works for me, it works for me, no
It works for me, it works for me, no
Or lack thereof and I don’t know who I can trust
Damn Gina, damn Gina
It works for me, it works for me, no
Still works for me, it works for me, no
Them jeans, they must be uptight mama

Same shit You know?
Easier than holding you down
Learning on the low key, shining
And mind my business
(Go Gina, go Gina)
Try not to disturb
Still works for me, it works for me, no
Go ’til you get right mama
(Go Gina, go Gina)
[Outro]
[Chorus]
Hey love, I lost you babe
It works for me, it works for me, no
Tryin’ to keep to myself
I mean really, it’s same me, it’s old me
Go get that get right mama
Still works for me, it works for me, no
But you bring me out of character
Hope it don’t bother you
Go Gina, go Gina

Vic Mensa – We Could Be Free (On The Late Show) (Live)

That we could be free
One thing I believe I could learn
To contemplate suicide?
And love could wash away our sorrows
So we think we live in hell
[Verse 2]
I don’t want to turn into a poltergeist
I’m not afraid to bleed
They ain’t got a meal, we don’t recognize we in heaven

And love could wash away our sorrows
To love my enemy as my brother
Spend so much time countin’ issues, I forget to count
Why they flood Baton Rouge?
While I watch my brother stacking stone, whippin’ water by the scale
[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign and Vic Mensa]
Locked in the hood, trying to stop you from voting and stop you from growing
I’m not afraid to bleed
You fools, saying "all lives matter"
Watch my cousins back at home, getting water out a well
They don’t want you to own, but
We’ll make them better today not tomorrow
Asking why I’m alive when the realest niggas died

It’s been getting kinda hard to tell

Love (love)
Somebody’s son whose daddy died?
Be a ghost at night full of broken dreams
In those times I try to remember
I feel like Jadakiss every time I watch the news
[Bridge]
But I believe I’d learn
I don’t want to wait for the afterlife
"You ain’t gotta work no more"
Then we could be free, truly
One day, I believe I’d learn
And cops keep blowing and blowing
So I’m down to bleed if it means things improve
Keep black people locked into cotton
Sometimes I wake up and I look up in the sky
Love (love)
As far as he came I can’t complain, but pain is so subjective
(yeah yeah yeah)
Tryna’ get a mill’ on the other side
To see my enemy as my brother
And my pride won’t let me give up, lord as hard as I try
Cold as ice in a suit, 3 piece
If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
To see my enemy as my brother

That we could be free, truly
Why, why, why, why?
I don’t want a vigil by candle light
[Hook]
Who am I in my place
Asking why I survived all the days that I could have died
Woah, oh, oh, oh
One day I dream of telling my momma
And we could wash away our sorrows
We could be free
Sometimes I wake up and I look up at the sky
Who the fuck is you to patronize

Enemy my brother
I don’t want to be the new sacrifice
If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
What the fuck I got to lose?
But faith alone can’t make things right
If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow
In those times I try to remember
If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow
My blessings
Same for my father, born in Ghana, down on that dirt road floor
Why the city singing Alton’s blues?
Make my enemy my brother
If we’d only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other

Blocked from the polls
But
To see my enemy as my brother
[Verse 1]
All dressed up for Sunday masses
[Intro]
Momma cryin’ at an open casket
But it’s black lives you refuse include
I’m not afraid to bleed, if it means
Then we could be free, truly

[Bridge]
[Hook]
Pastor said put faith in God
Then we could be free, you and me

Tomas The Latin Boy – Rómpetela (feat. Lenny Tavarez)

Pensando que otra me besa
Si esta con otro, me gusta a mi
Yo te lo dije contigo fui muy sincero
Si me lo hacias una vez pa’ perdonar mejor muero

[Estribillo x2: Tomas The Latin Boy]
Ahora rompetela cabeza
Yo también tengo otra por ahí
Parece virgen a los 40
No quiero pero no quiero
Ahora está nerviosa porque estoy free pa’ repartir

Él no te va dar como yo te dé
To-to-to go my bye

Pero conmigo eso no va

[Tomas The Latin Boy]
Boy, dimelo panner
Lenny Too Bay
Por eso te pica que otras se la viva
Lenny fly fly (ala-ala-ala)
Contigo no llegaba con ella yo choco como 10
Él no te va a romper como yo
Tengo que ser pulperin, no dejaste cicatriz
Leggon bong, te pongo
El blanquito preferido de todas las babys
Gritando, fuego cenizas quedan
Negga negga woh
Yo no naci pa’ perder no llames que no hay regreso
En cambio tú conseguiste, te conseguiste
De comer restaurante pasaste a comer con él
Yo te lo dije que no jugaras con fuego
[Estribillo x2: Lenny Tavarez]
Problemas, no me interesa
Pensando que otra me besa
Ahora rompetela cabeza

[Estribillo x2: Lenny Tavarez]
Se la echo en la cara
And the bice 24/7 papi
[Outro]
Pensando que otra me besa
Cuando tú me engañaste yo tenia como 3

[Lenny Tavarez]

Problemas, no me interesa
Jajaja
No quiero pero no quiero
Gozándose lo que tenia pa’ ti
No quiero pero no quiero
Tu amiga llamo diciéndome que te perdonara
De tu simpati la se tú me la vivi
The Latin Boy
A un tipo que no tiene ni pa’ la renta

Ahora rompetela cabeza
[Tomas The Latin Boy]
No sé si te duele perderme o perder a Channel

Problemas, no me interesa
Todo el mundo sabe cuál es mi estilo de vida
Como Kayri yo lo decidi