Monthly Archives: December 2017

Lil Wayne – Family Fued (Remix) (feat. Drake)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I don’t connect when I’m flying
I call her Steph ’round this bitch
But swear to god, I got money doing life in my safe
And they chirp, chirp too
And you know life is a movie, you niggas rating yourself

Put some respect on my shit

I am the landlord to the first
I’m hiding the sky in her twinkle
Yeah
On my god, lightning striking twice in this place
Please get the sweat out her eye
And when I did, I took the special effect out of that shit
Damn, that’s some six shit
We gon’ have to break the billi’ curse
So tell your squad I say "BLAOW" like Spice1 would say
Young Angel, Young Lion
I put the dick in her spine
If I ever see Trump he better salute niggas
Tunechi F ’round this bitch
The Angel and Lion are greats
It’s Mortal Kombat tonight, it’s Street Fighter today
The best thing left ’round this bitch
Everybody gotta eat, we can’t exclude niggas
I taught these hoes how to love
This for Cita and Nae
I could care less about your squad
I make the crib, expanding pools, and expanding rooms
Inspiring to the youth
I’m at the crib with Puff, he got Kaepernick on the phone
I just hope the weather is fine
That shit could get re-introduced if somebody got something they urging to prove, nigga
Pick you off like picking peppers, Peter Piper today
I come direct with my shit
Just to show them how I treat the city like my humble abode
Give all the credit to moms
Yeah, you know life is a movie, you niggas playing yourself
Adding Hammam Spas with tanning booths, nigga
Dedication 6, of course
The eyes don’t lie until you blink them
[Verse 1: Drake]
I’m Major Bison, Drizzy lit like Raiden light up the place
Although I bleeped in your face
He in a whole different mode
Yeah
Yeah
That’s truth, no boost, nigga
Your flag is a white one today

This for my people and BAE
I took the jet to Dubai
Talked to your wifey today, she feeling triflin’ she say
It’s every baby for sale
Six shit
Super Bowl goals
I took the jet to Milan
It’s every man for themselves
I come correct with my shit
We made the cleaners escape
I taught these boys how to lean
Should we make a wish or should we make it right in this place?
These boys hide girls too
You see blue face hundreds ’til you white in the face
For real
Put on the gloves like MJ, go from OG to OJ
Much as we do nigga
[Intro: Drake]
One of them go "boutta bing"
I want Arabian wealth
‘Cause business is booming on behalf of me
Them niggas keep me on safe
Then got the heck out that shit
I’m on a jet and it’s mine
Got two bangers, one of them go "boutta boom"
I am the fat boy to dessert
I took the jet way to Africa
My nigga spend a lifetime going platinum and gold
Wait, we all in the same suit
More Life, no dying
I need some ownership if we pressing go
I want my piece of the cake
Fuck is the point in all the beefing when we really blood
New Years Eve, looking like a royal flush
Here come the leaves, get the rake
[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
I’m thinking about paying Wayne what Universal owes
You call her Stephanie
I just hope there’s a point to watch you pussies play with yourselves
But this isn’t all about calling truce
Hey whats for dinner? Popeyes
These chickens got bird flu
And she’ll be sweeter than cake
Branches starting to shake
Shoutout Guru for sending me the beat, too
I fucked the bitch in her prime
He aiming at diapers today
I want Arabian wealth
Oh my god, it feel like I done life in this place
You playing with the right one today
Your bitch sweating my squad
Shoutout my nigga Akon
My Karma making the news, nigga
The mansion came with the sprinklers
I make you pay attention then rip your receipt in your face
Stuck my neck out and shit
Angel hair at 2AM for Bey and Hov
You snakes come make me a belt
Talked to the sniper, he say
Alright I got it
Now back to whipping the baby
You snakes come make me a belt
Always sung, never flew
Here comes the leaves, get the rake
Nobody wins when the family feuds, nigga
That’s some six shit
If money grow on trees, I climb and rest in that bitch
I am the black god to the church
He should own half of the label, shit outta control
I need a bite outta the Apple like Adam and Eve
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You wearing them tight ones today
A blank check on your face
I’m hall of fame in the booth, nigga
Check me a right one today
I got three sons of a gun
Hold up
I need my paper long like "A Milli" verse
I flipped the bird at the bird
Ayy, tell me if TD bank is approving loans
Build a treehouse and knocked the bird nest out that bitch
I’m still dishing out verbal abuse
All you niggas some bitches, I feel like Hef ’round this bitch
And we ain’t leaving the rake
Or, too long like a sentence from a Philly judge
This pudding taste like the proof, nigga
You playing with fire today

Keep the iron for the wrinkles
Somebody get Larry Jackson on the phone
Don’t get my credit declined
Yeah, yeah, yeah
On some step mama shit
All these mother fucking beef, I need some rice on this plate

H.E.R. – My Song

Right here
Uhhh, yeah
All the things you wanted me to be
I wanna run away with you
I can love you forever now
Let me sing my song
Don’t wanna be alone
Right here, right here
When I hear you name
Through the storm the sun still shines
Put a smile up on my face
Let me sing my song

[Pre-Chorus]

I find what I’ve been missing
Right here, here

When I’m feeling down

[Verse 2]
I can love you forever now
When the weight of the world is on my shoulders
When no one else seems to be getting through
I thank you every day for
Mmm, mm, mm
I found what I’ve been missing
Put a smile up on my face
Let me get myself together now
When I’m feeling down
I know this is my home
Right here
Is every thing I’ve prayed for

When ever you, were near
When I hear you name
You were right here from the start
Let me get myself together now
[Intro]
You are still, oh right here
I know this is my home
Everything that you’ve told me
It don’t matter the time or the place
Let me sing my song

Right here, right here, right here
Right here in my heart
Don’t wanna be alone
They all just disapear
Right here
[Chorus]

When I hear the sound
Right here
You are still right here
Just take me to places I’ve never known
Right here
You make it all better now
[Chorus]
Ain’t nobody else gotta be around
Right here from the start
I know that when I listen
Let me sing my song
You make it all better now
Found what I’ve been missing
When I hear the sound
With you by my side I’m not afraid
So let me sing my song
Still right here
Only you can tell wants going on
For you to make it better now
It don’t matter the time or the place
You would take the away the pain
I find what I’ve been missing
So let me sing my song
I know that when I listen
All my doubts and fears
Right here
[Verse 1]
All that I’ve been wishing
[Verse 3]
Ain’t nobody else gotta be around

All my cries and tears

[Pre-Chorus]
Right here in my heart
For you to make it better now
All that I’ve been wishing
Right here, here, here, here

Ski Mask the Slump God – WTF!?

Yup, I needed it
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
And she from Italy, she got the sausage

X came with Tank, basquiat came to paint
I’m the shit, what’s it to ya?
(Don’t get fucked up!)
Like I’m the Kennedy, got lotta green on me
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Ayy Tony
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!
Talkin’ ’bout Kennedy, she said I’m awesome!
What else? Dust off my knuckles What else? What else?
Don’t ask me why ’cause I don’t look like you
Huh? What did you say? Huh? Huh?
This the man I’m with the millions
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?

[Chorus]
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Yachty pulled up in a new ‘Cedes truck (that’s nice)

Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
No you not, no you not
What the fuck? What the– Ayy! What the fuck? What the fuck?
[Chorus]
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Umm, repeat, yuh

Walk the damn plank, on yo’ bitch I plank
When it’s yo’ auntie saying hallelujah!
I am a bad boy, don’t wear no seat buckle
Ayy, you not savage so keep that shirt tucked
Ayy! Uh
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
It’s how I walked up in the building
I’m as high as hands up in the sky
[Chorus]
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
[Verse 2]

Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!
[Verse 1]
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy! What the fuck?
Terio, ohh, kill ’em!
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
There is a lot in the verse

[Intro]
(Umm, here’s your tissue)
Pause, Then I’ma stunt
Just for my jewelry, ’cause it be tripping B
(Don’t get fucked up!)
Yuh, we just started from the top, yuh
Achoo, I’m blessed
Hey, do you like curse words?
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Beat down that pussy then dust off my knuckles
What the fuck? What the– Ayy! What the fuck? What the fuck?
Lights, they on the front
Unless she stank, smell like a Chef Boyardee

Alabama – Down Home

Down Home
[CHORUS]
If there fallin’ on hard times they can fall back home

Where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down Home
Those of us raised up
Folks know
Down Home
Folks know
Kids drivin’ round the old town square
Down home

A mans good word and a handshake are all you need
Nobody’s in a rat race
Down Home
Folks know
Just off of the beaten path
Down Home
Way down home
A mans good word and a hand shake are all you need
Down Home

Down Home
Those of us raised up down home
But now I wanna see my children raised
If they’re fallin’ on hard times they can fall back home

If they’re fallin’ on hard times they can fall back home
Gathered round on a checkered board
[CHORUS]
Way down home
Those of us raised up

That’s where I was born and where I’ll die
Down Home
Cops roll down int he cool night air
If they’re fallin’ on hard times they can fall back home

Where they know you by name and treat you like family

Things move at a slower pace
Down Home
In the corner of the hardware store
Down Home
Those of us raised up down home

Old men telling lies and crownin’ kings

A little dot on the state road map
Down Home
Go and see what’s shakin’ at the Dairy Queen
A mans good word and a hand shake are all you need
Where they know you by name and treat you like family
When I was a boy I couldn’t wait to leave this place
And these days that’s a special way of life
Folks know

Allie X – Casanova (feat. Vérité)

Now you’re all I’m thinking of

Left me dying for your love
Left me dying for your love
(You’re no casanova)
You’re no casanova
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
[Chorus]
Casanova, casanova (casanova, ooh)
I feel danger on your lips but it tastes good
[Chorus]
Casanova fucked me over

Casanova fucked me over

Got to let you go
Am I having a seizure?
Cause I’m shaking up with fear
Casanova, casanova
Left me dying for your love

With a real dark agenda
You’re a heavenly creature
Body getting cold
Hit me on my blind side
I’m here dancing on the edge of the night
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
[Pre-Chorus]
[Verse 1]
Blowing smoke in my eyes like you
[Outro]

Left me dying for your love
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
You’re a heavenly creature
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
Hit me on my blind side
Casanova fucked me over
Casanova fucked me over
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
Got to let you go
Left me dying for your love

I’m outside waiting for your love on the boulevard
Now I can see the bright light
Casanova fucked me over
Casanova fucked me over

Left me on the floor
(You’re no casanova)
Body getting cold
You’re no casanova
Left me dying for your love
I can’t leave alone

There’s something ’bout your touch that
One Hail Mary for the hole in my heart

But I know, yeah, I know that…

Steady tiptoeing to your neck of the woods

To a damn dirty sinner

Cause I’m shaking up with fear
[Post-Chorus]
(You’re no casanova)
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova
Now I can see the bright light
To a damn dirty sinner
There’s something ’bout your touch that
Casanova, casanova
Am I having a seizure?
[Pre-Chorus]
Casanova, casanova
Body getting cold
There’s something ’bout your touch that
I’m sleepwalking with a hand full of blue dice
Casanova, casanova
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
Hit me on my blind side
You’re no casanova
Casanova fucked me over
I’m here lying on the bed of your tongue
Left me on the floor
[Post-Chorus – Extended]
I got nothing to hide, if I kiss you, might die
You can turn a believer
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
Got to let you go
Casanova, casanova
No one’s walking the line like you
Left me on the floor
No one’s giving me life like you

Now I can see the bright light
I can’t leave alone
[Post-Chorus]
But I know, yeah, I know that…
You can turn a believer
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
I can’t leave alone
[Chorus]
(You’re no casanova)
Casanova fucked me over
[Verse 2]
With a real dark agenda
My heart listens to the sound of your war drum
Casanova, casanova
[Bridge]

Old Dominion – Written In The Sand

Put my name on your lips call me yours and forget all this drama
Are we names in a tattoo, or just a number on a hand
I’m asking you baby ’cause i’m tired of asking myself

Are we last call kissing, are we dancing in the kitchen, baby tell me what it is or what it isn’t
Yeah, I want you to want me to take you back home to my mama
Are we names in a tattoo, or just a number I should wash right off my hand
Are we just a backseat, tryna get it while we can

[Chorus]
[Chorus]

Lets cut through the shit then let’s get to what we’re doing here
Are we last call kissing or will we be reminiscing with each other for the next forty years
Your makeup is next to my toothbrush but you never put it away on the shelf

Are we written in the stars, baby, or are we written in the sand
Are we just a backseat, tryna get it while we can
Are we last call kissing or will we be reminiscing with each other for the next forty years
And you won’t say the words that i want but you flirt when you’re drinkin’
Are we names in a tattoo, or just a number on a hand
Turn me on turn me off then you turn me back on by the weekend
Are we written in the stars baby, or are we written in the sand
Are we written in the stars baby, or are we written in the sand
I see those bubbles pop up like you’re texting then they disappear
[Verse 2]
Are we written in the stars, baby, or are we written in the sand
[Outro]
Are we just a backseat, tryna get it while we can
[Verse 1]

Cash Cash & Dashboard Confessional – Belong

You, you
[Chorus]
Until we see tomorrow in the rearview mirror
So let’s just enjoy the ride
Or some place we’ve never been before

‘Cause I belong with you
And I belong with you

[Chorus]
I belong with, I belong with you
We can head for the shore
We can go as fast as we ever dare
You, you
And yeah, I belong with you

‘Cause you, you belong with me
The sun on your face and a song in the air
[Verse 2]
I belong with, I belong with you
You belong with me
I belong with, I belong with you
You belong with me
Get in the car, I’ll drive
And I belong with you
[Chorus]

We can go wherever the road decides
We got the radio pumping jams
We can go wherever the road decides for
And I belong with you
So let’s just enjoy the ride
Where you go, I’ll go
We don’t got no map and we don’t got plans
We’ve got nothing to answer for
‘Cause you, you belong with me
‘Cause you, you belong with me
You, you
You belong with me
[Bridge]
And I belong with you
Feel the wind blowing in your hair
With you, you
We got no place to be on time
We got no place to be on time

You, you
With you, you
[Verse 1]
Get in the car, I’ll drive
Where you go, I’ll go
[Verse 1]

You belong with me
And I belong with you
Reach out and take my hand

Just climb in and close the door
We don’t gotta follow anyone’s demands
I belong with, I belong with you
I belong with, I belong with you
[Chorus]
‘Cause I belong with you
And I belong with you

Future – Hate In Your Soul

You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
(I know that’s your favourite drink)

Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You put that chopper on IG
I sit in the back of the whip like this
[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You hit that block an’ get in it
[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Bet you can’t come close to this
Niggas ain’t never wanted no war with us
Pour some Hennessey for you
[Intro]
Got a bankroll like I’m still serving that fish scale
Was a starter, something good
Niggas ain’t never did fly with us
Nigga, bleedin’ from your backside
[Verse 2]

You hit your block an’ get in it
Before you tell your mamma, you need to run it by me
Yeah, them niggas took your life, nigga
I keep a strap on me Osama, you know I came and conquered
You see how niggas think about you?
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You used to glorify this life, nigga
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
I do what I want, I go fuck up some commas
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist

Yeah, just rolling that dank up
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
You ready to let it go to make ’em how to believe it
Now I pull up in the ‘Rari, I’m in my hood
You know a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any time
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
[Verse 1]
I know that’s your favourite drink, nigga
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it

Now, you layin’ on the pavement
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
And I’m in Chanel and Prada
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You at your grandma house, you posted up
I’m takin’ this personal nigga like Monica
‘Boutta take a long vacation
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
[Chorus]
You in them cuts ’cause that’s your hiding ritual
Bitch my clique notorious
Pour out Hennessey for you
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet

One for the money, yes Sir, two for the show
I put the hustle in front of me, you know a nigga a monster
Tried to tell them niggas think outside the box
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
A couple years ago, selling blow in Mexico
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
I did a girl in private, she don’t wanna hide it
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

Louis The Child – Last To Leave (feat. Caroline Ailin) (Lyric Video)

Dancing on my own
You took it off the table then I put it back again
And when all the lights come on
Like I don’t notice that you left
Dancing on my own

You said that all we did is fight, that’s not how I remember it
Here I am
I don’t even notice, I don’t even notice
I don’t even notice, I don’t even notice
I don’t know what you meant
It’s just me
I’m the last to leave the party
You’re leaving in reality I’m staying in pretend
It’s just me

You told me that you needed space
And you’re gone
And when all the lights come on
Like I don’t notice that you left
And when all the lights come on

It’s just me
I’m really good at starting but I don’t know when it has to end
I’m always the last to know

When it’s clear to everybody
I heard what you said
But I’m not ready yet
Don’t know when it’s time to go
Like I don’t notice that you left
Here I am
Here I am

When it’s clear to everybody
Here I am
Cuz I’m the last to leave
Here I am
Jumping in together whether it was sink or swim
Here I am
But I’m not ready yet

And you’re gone

All alone
Don’t know when it’s time to go
I heard what you said
Holding On
But here I am
I’m the last to leave the party
I’m always the last to know
When it’s clear to everybody
I don’t even notice, I don’t even notice
I’m the last to leave the party
Cuz I’m the last leave
Here I am

I don’t even notice, I don’t even notice
Cuz I’m the last leave
Dancing on my own
But I’m not ready yet
I’m always the last to know
Don’t know when it’s time to go
I heard what you said

SahBabii – Marsupial Superstars (feat. T3)

Baby let me freak you up down, up down, turn around
We some marsupial, superstars
She too wet wet, let me fish on it
I want a bitch with big booty yah
Ayayayaya ooohwuuu
I got more sauce than a pizza

I want the top, who you fooling yah
I’m vegan throw that apple back
I want a bitch with big booty, yah
Swag make a bitch toot it up
We some marsupial, superstars
You can’t suck dick, you too pretty huh
Bitch screaming like a Indian
I want the top, who you fooling yah
[Hook: SahBabii]
Ayayayaya ooohwuuu
[Hook: SahBabii]
[Hook: SahBabii]
You can’t suck dick, you too pretty huh
Diamonds straight out of the freezer
Making dumb bread cause I’m shitting on em
Bitch screaming like a Indian
I want the top, who you fooling yah
I wanna fuck a amphibian
You can’t suck dick, you too pretty huh
Almost gave me a asthma attack
I need a Brenda and Cindy, I ain’t talking scary movie

Real Mr. Clean yeah
I keep a K like Sicilian
Baby let me turn you upside, upside down
Put my cinnamon in her apple jacks
[Verse 2: SahBabii]
I might just bust it no Pinky, titanic diamonds bitch I’m sinking
Things ain’t what it seems, I’m twinkling yeah
Getting dumb head, stupid on em
[Verse 1: T3]
She’s a vegetarian and she still ate my meat
We some marsupial, superstars
But you can’t get cunnilingus
Ayayayaya ooohwuuu
Couple hittas with them dicks on them
Bitch screaming like a Indian
I keep a K like Sicilian
Break the bed legs, now we on the floor
I wanna fuck a amphibian
I keep a K like Sicilian

Yellow diamond like who pissed on me

I wanna fuck a amphibian
(You ain’t gotta be shy girl)
Baby girl say she too pretty, red hair bitch Wendy’s
I want a bitch with big booty yah

Tekno – Only One

You are the only one for me
Loving, love the way you whine that

Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that
My baby blow my parara
Whine it, whine it, oh (come whine it for me)
London girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)
Baby girl you do me, do me, do me
Canadian girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)

Oh, wataman no sure, slimdaddy say

You are the only one for me
Loving, love the way you whine that
You are the only one for me

London girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)
Amaka you are my fantasy, my indomie
Baby girl you do me truly, truly

You are the only one for me
Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that
You are the only one for me
Say baby girl you give me more

Loving, love the way you whine that

My love that I never seen before
Loving, love the way you whine that
My girl you are the only one for me
Many girls can whine for me, only you I see
My baby girl you give me love

Baby girl you do me, do me, do me
My girl you are the only one for me
I say, London girls come whine it for me, oh (come whine it for me)
I say, London girls come whine it for me, oh (come whine it for me)
My girl you are the only one for me
Loving, love the way you whine that
Caribbean girls come whine it, whine it, oh
I say, London girls come whine it for me, oh (come whine it for me)
You are my love, my love, my love, my love
You are the only one for me
Baby girl you do me truly, truly
The one that I never seen before
You are the only one for me
Caribbean girls come whine it, whine it, oh

Loving, love the way you whine that
Canadian girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)
My love, my love, my love, my love
Loving, love the way you whine that
(Legendary Beatz)
Whine it, whine it, oh (come whine it for me)
London girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)
My baby blow my parara…
Canadian girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)

You are the only one for me
Caribbean girls come whine it, whine it, oh
You are the only one for me
Loving, love the way you whine that
Whine it, whine it, oh (come whine it for me)

Joyce Wrice – Good Morning (On A Colors Show) (Live)

I want you now
I want you now
I’m waiting on you, you yeah yeah
All up on you
You deserve a man who will do it how you want it
Is it seven o’clock?
I ‘ve been thinking a lot, yeah
Make a move
All I want you to do
You got me looking at my watch every minute
Is it seven o’clock?
Is get up on top of me, me
Is get up on top of me, me

I said I’m waiting on you, you (waiting on you)
All up on you (all up on you)

I need you now
Because I’m all up on you
Seven o’clock in the morning
I want
I’ll be waiting when you find me

Early in the morning
I’ve been thinking about one thing mostly, yeah, yeah
Then you come behind me, remind me
It must be when I’m dreaming
Because I’m waiting on you (waiting on you)
Seven o’clock in the morning
Is it seven o’clock?
You deserve a man who will do it how you want it
All up on it
Said I want you now

All up on you (all up on you)
Please if you feel me throw your hands…
I need you now
All I want you to do

Wake me up in my dreams
Want you to come on over even if I’m asleep
All up on it

I need you now (need you now)
I need
Because I’m all up on you
Why I need you
Early in the morning

Pusho – Guerra

Estoy puesto pa’ abusar, no se vayan a acusar
Ellos dicen que son títeres y nunca han vendi’o un churro
Porque siempre ando con Luigi como Mario (waja!)

‘Tan cagau, se esconden debajo ‘e la tierra
En la botella tengo cien relojes sin usar
Hoy vamos pa’ dentro con diez en la esterra
Pa’ que llames a FEMA, entre la lluvia extrema
Se van corriendo cuando gritan "guerra"
Y se les queda la corta en la Ferra cuando se caen
Ahora no quieran aperentar
Prrr
‘Tan cagau, se esconden debajo ‘e la tierra
Y se les queda la corta en la Ferra cuando se…
[Coro]
Porque de donde vengo pa’ morir nacimos

Chorro ‘e caga’o
Y hacer ticket pa’ botarlo como Almighty a Custom

Hoy vamos pa’ dentro con diez en la esterra
‘Tan cagau, se esconden debajo ‘e la tierra
Me la paso bebiendo to’ los días del calendario
Me canse de las porquerías, hoy salgo de casería
Se van corriendo cuando gritan "guerra"
Hoy salgo pa’ la calle sin miedo a morir

[Intro]

[Verso 1]
Pusho!
Los guardias no se dan cuenta, cuando pongo sport el Q50
El Callejon
Se van corriendo cuando gritan "guerra"

Saca la caja ‘e crayola
‘Tan cagau, se esconden debajo ‘e la tierra
Se van corriendo cuando gritan "guerra"
Se van corriendo cuando gritan "guerra"

Y voy pa’ dentro a tumbarte los postes como María
Ninguno ‘e ustedes jala, to’ el mundo los conoce
[Coro]
‘Tan cagau, se esconden debajo ‘e la tierra
[Outro]
Y se les queda la corta en la Ferra cuando se caen
Estoy en la 66, ya voy a ciento treinta
Wooh!
Hoy vamos pa’ dentro con diez en la esterra
Yefron
Si ustedes quieren guerra bajen pa’ ‘onde mí
Hoy vamos pa’ dentro con diez en la esterra
Es mejor que entreguen la patenta
Hoy vamos pa’ dentro con diez en la esterra
Yo brinque de los caballos pa’ los burros
No salgo del banco, vo’a hacer un cuarto en la sucursal
En la cocina está el chef, cuando reparta la res
Volvio el MVP
Ah!
O me meto a tu besinda, como señor barriga a cobrarte la renta
Kronix Magical
Y traerme a Chris Paul pa’ Houston (Pusho!)
Y si los pillo en la yola se muere hasta el que rema
Esto es Casa Blanca Records

[Verso 2]
La Casa Blanca, nadie la tuvo que impulsar
[Coro]
Me quieren dar y se los susurro, pero siempre me les escurro
Ya la cosa está mala, no digan que no hay roze
Ye!

Y se les queda la corta en la Ferra cuando se caen
Que rompieron la palabra y se lo advertimos
Woo! Woo!
Y a nombre de ustedes prendo un turro
Y se les queda la corta en la Ferra cuando se caen
El MVP

Se van corriendo cuando gritan "guerra"
OreooBeatzzz
‘Tan cagau, se esconden debajo ‘e la tierra

Y la pruebe, le voy a quitar los kioskos a tu jefe

Me deja pa’ que mis bisnietos toda la vida sean millonarios
CPW

Y se les queda la corta en la Ferra cuando se caen

Ah!
Hoy vamos pa’ dentro con diez en la esterra
Y ahora tengo una franquisia que a diario
Nosotros no estamos pa’ arreglar

Anthony Gonzalez & Gael García Bernal – Un Poco Loco (From “Coco”)

Leaves my cabeza shaking
It is just un poco crazy
The sense that you’re not making
He’s just un poco crazy
You say, "put them on your head!" Ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor
The liberties you’re taking
Leaves my cabeza shaking
[HECTOR & MIGUEL]
He’s just un poco crazy

He’s just un poco crazy
Un poquititititititititi-titititito loco!
[HECTOR]

[MIGUEL]

Leaves my cabeza shaking
[ENSEMBLE]
Ahhhhhh-ahhoo ayy!

[MIGUEL]

He’s just un poco crazy
I’ll count it as a blessing
You make me un poco loco, un poquititito loco
[HECTOR & MIGUEL]

Leaves my cabeza shaking
You tell me that it’s red, ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor
Ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor What color’s the sky?
Ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor Where should I put my shoes?
Leaves my cabeza shaking
That I’m only un poco loco
The way you keep me guessing, I’m nodding and i’m yesing
You’re just un poco loco
The loco that you make me

El Alfa & El Jefe – Suave

Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
yo me pongo loco cuando tu me mueves el culo
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
tu me gustas demasiado toma esa jeepeta
bailame en el tubo
Vamos para Miami
yo tengo más casas propias que el señor barriga
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…

170 libras con cuarto y sin barriga
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
yo se que te va agustar, tu te pones de espaldas
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras bailame en el tubo
Suave…
lo mejor que me ha pasado
mi nombre es nicolas y ella grita "más duro"

tu lo sabes, que tu cul* es grande
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
Ella me dice que le gustan los plátanos, maduros…
Chael
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
en el estreet club, tiro pesos por un tubo
Acere que bola
Suave…
yo te amo cuando tu lo mueves suave
Bailame en el tubo
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…

que tu papi se quiere vaciar (x2)
Yo me he montado más en aviones
todos los días, tu no me puedes pichar
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…

El AlfA

Ella me dice que le gustan los plátanos, maduros…
que en motores para el café
Suave…

Ella me dice que le gustan los plátanos, maduros…

Estoy convencido, de que tu eres
Ella me dice que le gustan los plátanos, maduros…
suave…
pórtate bien que te voy a pagar las tet**
Esto se fue mundial, a mi hay que bailame