Daily Archives: December 9, 2017

Migos, Nicki Minaj & Cardi B – Motorsport

Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
[Outro: Quavo]
I get up set off
Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow
I told him the other day
Feel like I can fly, yeah
[Verse 1: Quavo]
That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)
No nigga wanna be my ex (no)
I’m boujee, so, bitch, don’t get near (boujee)

[Chorus: Quavo]
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won’t tell (swear)
If Nicki should show me her titty
Man, we should sell that porn
All of your friends’ll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
Ride the dick like a BMX
These hoes ain’t what they say they are
I turn Offset on
[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
Take away pain, ain’t easy (pain)
I am the champ, I’m Iron Mike in a bout
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti

‘Cause he cums more, when I see him less
Piguets, they wet, tears (‘guets)
This season’s Off-White come in snorted (white)
Abort the mission, that’s a kill (pew, pew, brrr)
Same lips that be talkin’ ’bout me

And their pussy stank, they catfishin’
Straight up there (where?), we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin’ out the court (jump)
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin’ out the court (jump)
[Verse 5: Takeoff]
I’m with a couple bad bitches that’ll rip the party

Soon, as I land on the Lear (whew)
If I get to play with that kitty
"Hey yo Nick, didn’t you just do a hit with Gotti?"
You don’t want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
Straight up there (where?), we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Face all your fears, then get at me
This Givenchy is custom made, now you can’t get it at Saks though
They reachin’ out like they back itchin’
You bitches catchin’ a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)

I’m the trap Selena
My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
No human being, I’m immortal (no)

488, hit the gears (488)
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
M-M-M-Murda
It’s a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)

If you don’t know what that is (huh)
Let me wrap my weave up
I wonder how many platinums we gon’ sell (albums)
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
[Verse 2: Offset]
So tell me, have you seen her?
And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)
Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)
Why would I hop in some beef (why?)
If Quavo the QB, I’m Nick Lombardi
Yeah, Cardi B, I’m back, bitches
[Chorus: Quavo]
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin’ out the court (jump)

Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex

Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Not the watch, but the price on the ice
Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth
Take the air out the mall (hey), walk in with the sacks
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
I scuffed ’em runnin’ from 12 (12)
Offset!
Yeah, woo, yeah, skrrt
I love when he go on tour
I don’t wanna hear I’m actin’ different
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy
I ain’t tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Attention, I’ma need you to face front
Niggas not cappin’ this season
Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)
Rap’s Jackie Chan, we ain’t pullin’ them fake stunts
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)
And my ears got McDonald’s nuggets (ayy)
Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth
Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can’t go back
I don’t work in no office, but they copyin’ and that’s facts though
Skrrt! ¡Dame más gasolina!
Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voilà)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Uh, the coupe came imported (hey)
‘Cause money is treatin’ me well (uh uh)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Ain’t make no commitment with none of you bitches
My chest bad, give me chills
[Verse 3: Cardi B]
Girl, yeah, yeah, I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
Take the air out the mall, walkin’ with the sacks
That’s not a reliable source, no
My crown won’t fit on your bum-ass lace fronts (uh)
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

Suicide doors, Britney Spears
[Intro: Quavo]
Is the same lips that be ass kissin’

That’s why I fire up a bleezy (fire)
It’s a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
Same hoes that was sendin’ shots
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
Motorsport, motorville
You heard she gon’ do what from who?
You see them stats, you know what I am about
[Chorus: Quavo]
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
Brand new Chanels (Chanels)

Jason DeRulo – Tip Toe (feat. French Montana) (Uncensored)

When you move your slang is a love mean
One hand up like the Heisman (touchdown)
When that thing clap, that’s a bonus
Don’t brace when you push that back
Hold tight when you tip toe

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Left, right, do it just like that
Look like you do ballet
Ayo, God blessed you from behind (I do)
Tip…(huh)
Chains on, got me lookin’ like a disco
Left cheek, right cheek
Bring that body my way
Left cheek, right cheek
Bring that body my way (my way)
Girl, you’re too bad and you know it
Two, racing like a freak ’til quarter past
French vanilla smooth like a honey, yeah, wine it
Shake something when you tiptoe
Bring that body my way (my way)
Wind for me darling
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Left, right, do it just like that

Wine that thing like it’s spineless
Wine for me darling
Can’t take it off my brain
[Verse 3: Jason Derulo]
Who that be? In that drop [Bemo-sari?] (skrrt)
Don’t brace when you push that back
Can’t take it off my brain
Now, why just wine for me darling
Blowin’ gas out the ‘Rari (sk-skrrt) Who that be?

Look like you do ballet (yeah)
Wine for me darling
Big fat thang, overflowing

One, trying to figure out who to give your love to
Way too thick like it’s swollen
Left, right, do it just like that
"Whats your sign?" (huh)
[Chorus: Jason Derulo]

Left cheek, right cheek
Hold tight when you..
Tiptoe

[Verse 2: Jason Derulo]
Hold tight when you tiptoe
[Bridge: Unknown]
Skinny tight dress, couldn’t hold it
Three, You know you’re the one I’ve been looking for

Hold tight when you tiptoe
When you move your [?] it’s alarming
Back at that food, it’s a crisis
Can’t take it off my brain
When you drop down, lose focus
[Verse 4: French Montana & Jason Derulo]
Now, why just wine for me darling

Left cheek, right cheek (aye, aye)
Back at lookin’ appetizing
[Outro: Jason Derulo & Unknown]
Shake something when you tiptoe

Baby, "wanna’ lease, rent, or buy out?"
That money keep blowin’, swat, shorty tiptoe’n
I sneak up from behind, "what’s you name?"
Wind for me, darling
First class seat when you’re riding (oh yeah)
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Wind for me, darling
[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
[Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
Got your left cheek showin’, mama
"You wanna’ dock, yeah, or fly out?"

Look like you do ballet

Shake something when you tiptoe
[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Hold tight when you tiptoe
Don’t brace when you push that back
[Chorus: Jason Derulo]
[Chorus: Jason Derulo]
Tiptoe
Tiptoe

One-time, two-time for the DJ

Blake Shelton – Beside You Babe

[Verse 2]
Just keep on moving and grooving to the daylght
Holding in the warm sunshine
Without even tryin’ when I close my eyes
I wanna hold you hold you
And I wanna hold you hold you
Just keep on moving and grooving to the daylght

Holding in the warm sunshine
[Pre-Chorus]
[Pre-Chorus]
And it makes me wanna
If I never told you told you
You can bet I’ve been calling up all of my friends
Dance with my baby in the dead of the night
I been bragging about you baby
[Instrumental]

Holding in the warm sunshine
Feeling just crazy enough to call up your old man

I’ll be right beside you babe till the end of time
I see you walking ’round inside of my head
[Chorus]
[Verse 1]
‘Cause we got the fire tonight
And I wanna hold you hold you
And it makes me wanna
‘Cause we got the fire tonight
I’m giving you the rest of my life

Dance with my baby in the dead of the night
And I’ll be right beside you babe ’til the end of time
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
If I never told you told you

It’s every been red
And I’ll be right beside you babe till the end of time
Looking up at the sky shining brighter than the single sunrise

‘Cause we got the fire tonight
Dance with my baby in the dead of the night

Don’t you know I’ve been counting down the days

If I never told you told you
Just keep on moving and grooving to the daylght
[Pre-Chorus]

And I wanna hold you hold you
I’m giving you the rest of my life
I’m giving you the rest of my life
And it makes me wanna

Eminem – Untouchable

In
Black boy, black boy, we don’t get your culture and
Time to go find a new one and split his head right in two
We fight back with violence
Every time we see a devil’s face
Just keep marching, til’ we reach congress
The poverty that we face so the crime rate’s the highest in
The sirens
So the whole nation feels like a plantation field
Lions, tigers and bears oh my! More like billy clubs and
So we don’t need all your crooked police peace officer offerings
The lowest classes, its like a razor wire fence
Get these mixed reactions
Can’t arrive at a compromise so it’s Black Ops
And man, stop, sending white cops, into black neighborhoods
While people with nothing to lose shoot each other for shoes
Try to tell me how to live)
We just want a safe environment for our kids, but can’t escape
Like that’s the way to do it
II Pt.
Why you kicking that soda can?
Probably coming from the dope house
‘Cause you’re a white boy, white boy
And that’s racism
And you’re on another drug charge, homie, it’s back inside for you
Why?
But somebody has to be the sacrificial lamb
Here come the swine
And education sucks, every days another
Window rolled down, profiled
[Verse 1]
And can’t find answers
We can let you slide but your tail light is blew, out
But they gonna say you’re tying to take an irrational stance cause you try to slander the flag
But that’s life

No one’s ever indicted you
White boy, white boy, in your cop car (But I don’t listen to her
I keep telling myself keep doing like you’re doing
Pull up on the side of you
Feels like we’re stuck in a time warp to me
And we really love it when you think we’re guilty ‘cause
I feel like checking out on life, can’t escape my circumstance
At cops and cops madder
Black boy, black boy, we don’t like the sight of you
We don’t care what our government’s done to fuck you over, man
Or be that into characters, just to see that just to be black, you better be strapped, with a derringer- or be “capped in America” like Steve Rogers
As I kick these facts, and
Throughout history, African-American’s have been treated like shit
Call the attack dogs off of us, man
That had its Natives killed
You don’t have to know our plan or what our intentions are
We fighting a crime war
Hands up, officer don’t shoot
Gats
Got you singing the Star Spangled Banner to a piece of cloth that represents the land of the free that made people slaves to build
Try to tell me how to live)
White boy, white boy, you’re untouchable (The world’s coming to an end, I don’t even care)
And I admit, there have been times where it’s been embarrassing to be a
Who’s seen some fuckin’ videos of rappers waving guns
And that’s why it’s at a stalemate
A subconscious racist
I wonder if we hire more, black cops, the crap stops
And then we wonder why we see this side of you
And you’ll get shot in the thyroid, ’cause you might die, boy
Section-eight’d us
Throw your ass in the van, cuffed
When we tear it up’s the only time attention’s paid to us
Nobody can tell me shit ’cause I’m a (big rockstar)

White boy, white boy, in your cop car (But I don’t listen to her
[Intro]
We know you’re hiding that Heidi Klum on you

That plague our society which makes our anxiety levels raise
Don’t tell us your attitude’s a result of that
And we’re trapped in, these racial biases
We’re black
Pull your pants up
Freddie Grey for us, a levy breaks or fuzz
As this beat backspins
The block is our backyard offices
Home of the bravest still, racist spills
In a country that claims that it was foundation on based on united states ideals
Balderdash, where’d you get the chip on your shoulder at
Not the crack spot
Single mother strugglin’ through substance abuse
Always see some B charges
Is more than twice that of a black life-spanner
Then pull your pants up, promise you won’t loot
You always act pissed off at us a traffic stop
[Chorus: Eminem & (Cheech and Chong)]
‘Cause they ain’t acclimated to ’em
‘Cause America segregated us
Treat you like Rodney Dangerfield
We see them beat Rodney King and got off
Fear to the black face gives them
And no nobody black so they act afraid of us
Don’t gotta read comics
You better show your hands
We’re applying for McDonald’s
They’re like eyesores to police

You’re a rockstar (My momma talk to me
I Pt.
No matter how many lives you ruin
And bad cops fuck it up for good cops
As Dallas overshadows the battle for Black Lives Matter

Talk to you like you’re a piece of trash
We raised it, you better praise it or you’ll be made to feel like a traitor, we’ll
[Verse 2]
So they call it a Kapernick tantrum if you don’t stand for the national anthem
Wonder if sometimes it has a fight scanner
[Verse 3]
Don’t take a scientist to see our violent nature lies
Strapped, ’cause we’re strapped financially
Seems like, the average lifespan of a white man

‘Cause no one overseas, these cops, and
We may never understand each other it’s no use
Wait, why is there black neighborhoods?
[Chorus: Eminem & (Cheech and Chong)]

That’s why we call them pigstye’s for
Separated us
Tryna’ clean up these streets from all these minorities
Designated us, to an area
It seems like the only franchise that’ll hire, so how can we have higher standards
Fuck your republican views
And just in case a chase might ensue, we got that tried and true pistol drew right at you we be delighted to unload it

‘Cause my head is like a sieve)
In your bedroom, walk up, and lay that taser in the side of you
Which makes wack lives madder
What the fuck am I gonna do?
‘Cause you’re a white boy, white boy
Having black-skin is risky, ’cause this keeps happening
It’s for the red, white and blue
And put our minds more at ease
Others caps, for silly stuff like hats”
"But you kill each other, facts- you peel each
But acts like that are
Black boy, black boy, we ain’t gonna lie to you
And streets act as a narrator

White boy, white boy, you’re untouchable (The world’s coming to an end, I don’t even care)
Ninja, now it’s better to describe banter
Black eyes on the movement
We bought to roll up, and
Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, where the fuck is the boots?
It like we’re drifting back into the 60s
Nobody can tell me shit cause I’m a (big rockstar)
Our guns are close to our chest
You’re a rockstar (My momma talk to me
I’d rather hear them say "Die N-word" than Die Antwoord
‘Cause my head is like a sieve)
We ain’t ever gonna grasp what each other goes through
Why is it, they treat us like dryer lint?

RetcH – Pop Me A Pint

I’m finna [provel?] it down
We total opposites but I think that would make us closer
[Verse]
And nigga shit, if you ain’t close with me
I’m finished fucking around
I drank, two-hundred thousand sodas
[Verse]
I’m finna shoot this shit down
I like the ‘Cedes truck but I been looking at the Rover

I’m finna buy me some ice
They do the most to me
I’m finna smoke out the pound
And now I’m driving 60 finna go and bend her over

Your bitch she bopping with me and I’m tryna get to know her
I looked up to my uncle until he turned into a smoker
I rock designer shit, these hoes gon’ fuck you for exposure
I’m finna get booted right now
Shit, I had to snuff a nigga cause he tried to screw me over
And I’m smoking all this pressure, help to stimulate my focus
I’m smoking ganja spliffs I feel like I just left the solar
I’m finna go off right now
I’m finna jump in your spouse
I’m finna [provel?] it down
Swear I’m tryna walk with Jesus but the Devil close to me
Low-key with a Cali thing, smoking OG
I’m finna buy me a pint
I’m finna jump in the Spur
I’m finna smoke on this weed and then sip on this drank
I been down the [A?] might bust a play inside the [?]
[Hook]
And jump in the car so get drove to the house
I’m finna get booted right now
And she a diamond bitch but nonetheless I had to mold her
And I can’t hit the function, they won’t let me bring my toaster
I’m finna go off right now
Then you can’t roll with me
I’m finna jump in the Spur
On that thirty-thousand dollar couch
I do without the tint, just so 12 can pull me over
I keep the chopper with me, cause these niggas they be vultures
I wake up counting chips like every morning like it’s Folgers
I’m finna count up a check on the jet
I’m finna shoot this shit down
Gas up all these niggas, cause these niggas they be bogus
I’m finna fuck on your pretty little bitch from the back
Swear these bitches getting old to me
I’m finna jump in your spouse
Dripping sauce all on that bitch like a fucking nosebleed
I got enemies that I don’t know I keep the torch with me
And jump in the car so get drove to the house
I’m finna pull on her hair
Then fuck on her face and her mouth
I’m finna count up a check on the jet
I’mma rock a concert then go spend it on a choker
I tell a bitch if you can’t grow with me
I’m finna pull on her hair
I’m finna buy me some ice
[Hook]
I’m finished fucking around
I need a rida bitch for all the nights shit when get colder
I’m finna smoke on this weed and then sip on this drank
I’m finna fuck her then bounce
She give me compliments, I fuck her once and then dispose her
Then you can’t smoke with me

I’m finna fuck on your pretty little bitch from the back
On that thirty-thousand dollar couch
[?] I brought the bros with me
I’m finna buy me a pint
I’m finna fuck her then bounce
Finna pull on her hair like I’m chopping the shit from the scalp
Finna pull on her hair like I’m chopping the shit from the scalp
I’m finna smoke out the pound
Then fuck on her face and her mouth

The Cool Kids – 9:5PM (feat. Jeremih)

You want a ring? You said he ain’t give you one
What you find, what’s your sign, do we match
In me mama, Y 3 mama, Gucci mama, Mariani mama, Imma, imma
All they do is wear chokers and charge their phones"
Said I need to get you a cup You need a drink?

It ain’t no fun if it ain’t on yo playlist
Damn. Fine. I need another ham

Pick it up, pick it up, yeah there’s been a change of plans
I see you tryna work it out want a lap on a track
Quarter past nine, think nickel past a dime, we ain’t talkin half dollers put it in a money counter

You tell em I can’t stand a brokeass man you and your best friends swap your clothes
[The Cool Kids:]

Lookin at the time, I see it’s quarter past 9
Hit the rocks, grabbin on em backwards
I only inch a line at the right time
I feel it, I gotta get down with you
Be alone jogging past Craig in the driveway
On the floor, running man, cabbage patch
I feel it, I gotta get down with you
Baby tell me what’s your sign, if you like
[Jeremih:]
I play your favorite song, I hope this is it
I’m mixin my drums, straight up
Lookin at the time, I see it’s quarter past 9
You was gettin your hair whipped for the weekend
[The Cool Kids:]
[The Cool Kids:]
[Jeremih:]
You fresh off work and just got paid
And all my niggas say "I can’t stand these brokeass hoes
She’s just tryna guess my password
Hey, a shiny knight um, I be that for ya
Rockin gold like a pharaoh shorty bought a ream I tear up

Are you a Libra, Aquarius or Sagittarius, tryna get that accent on woh
Smooth like butter on silk with milk
DJ runnin back hundred racks bet in black
Like a spicy ass pepper and a ghost habanero
Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Aries, Scorpio, and Capricorn
Where are my ladies? In me!
I gotta get down with you
Talkin nights off, come here, can ya
Where the talk on, then a text, I missed ya
A stove with the burner on tilt and it’s hot
And if the Trump campaign can run these states then this shit finna break it I can’t wait
It’s lookin right in the wrong way
I gotta get down with you
Talkin Jeremih, Mikey Box, Chuck Inglish, we gone

88GLAM – Big Tymers

Who the hell do I know
Yeah I had to glow
‪’Cause we tote those Smith and Wesson ‬‬‬
‪We don’t get along ‬‬‬
Back when, way back
‪That’s because I’m robbing ‬‬‬
Can’t go back to broke

‪I’m allergic to you broke boys‬‬‬
Yeah I had to glow up
Broke up with the old me
‘Cause my heart is hollow
Use to wake up starving, had no cash too
Broke up with the old me
Yeah I had to glow up
‪And my money like a wide receiver ‬‬‬
Can’t go back to broke
‘‪Cause my bank direct deposit ‬‬‬
Glam Boy don’t buss down the mueller

Unfollowed all my friends
‪I bought these to remind me‬‬‬
Diamonds they spin like Serato
‘Cause my heart is hollow
‪Be careful where you’re stepping ‬‬‬
Remind me of cookouts
Use to take da bus to get to high school

‪She don’t give me time of day‬‬‬
Knew since elementary
Broke up with the old me
Remember amount on zero
‪Beretta to your noggin ‬‬‬
Phantom drop down in the drive-thru
Now I’m at the jeweler adding fruity stones
‪Call me 88 McGrady ‬‬‬
Broke up with the old me
Started with a 8 ball, where that land you?

‪Trunk like an elephant cause that shit in the front ‬‬‬

Can’t go back to broke
‘Cause my heart is hollow
Broke up with the old me
Broke up with the old me
‪I be talking out my necklace ‬‬‬
Unfollowed all my friends
I just re’d up from my jeweler
‪They deprive me of my happiness ‬‬‬
‘Cause my heart is hollow
‪I’m the nigga of the century ‬‬‬
What the bands do
Can’t go back to broke
‪Don’t believe the diamonds ‬‬‬
Broke up with the old me
Can’t go back to broke
Yeah I had to glow up
Yeah I had to glow up
‘Cause my heart is hollow
Diamonds they spin like Serato
Unfollowed all my friends
Who the hell do I know
Yeah I had to glow up
Broke up with the old me
[Hook: Derek Wise and 88 Camino]
Yeah I had to glow
Yeah I had to glow up
‪But I know she will eventually ‬‬‬
Yeah I had to glow up

‘Cause my heart is hollow
‪Fronting on me that could get you shot, boy don’t stunt ‬‬‬
Broke up with the old me
Can’t go back to broke
[Verse 2: Derek Wise]
[Hook: Derek Wise and 88 Camino]
Yeah I had to glow
‘‪Cause my niggas tote the rocket ‬‬‬
‘Cause my heart is hollow
‘Cause my heart is hollow
Diamonds they spin like Serato
Dippin’ my hands in the cooler
Now I’m pulling up
Cycling the hoes that I ran thru
Broke up with the old me
[Hook: Derek Wise and 88Camino]
Banking account on zero
Who the hell do I know
[Verse 1: 88 Camino]
Yeah I had to glow up
Lookin’ like a lick, flip a brick, they can’t stand you
Broke up with the old me
Yeah I had to glow up
Now I hit it once I don’t want it ‘less the pussy brand new
‘Cause my heart is hollow
Broke up with the old me
‘‪Cause it’s going long‬‬‬
‪If you see me shining‬‬‬
Now my wrist sub-zero

Camila Cabello – Never Be The Same

I’ll never be the same
It’s you, babe
You’re to blame
Blurring all the lines, you intoxicate me
You’re in my blood, you’re in my veins, you’re in my head
It’s you, babe
Now I’m seeing red, not thinking straight
You’re in my blood, you’re in my veins, you’re in my head
Just one hit, you will know I’ll never be the same
Ooh, yeah, you’re all I need
And I could try to run, but it would be useless

I’ll never be the same
And I’m a sucker for the way that you move, babe
He said, "stop playing it safe
Just one hit, you will know I’ll never ever, ever be the same
I’ll never be the same

It’s you, babe
[Bridge]
Feeling all the highs, feeling all the pain
All I need
Just one hit, you will know I’ll never be the same
[Verse 1]
And I’m a sucker for the way that you move, babe
Let go of the ways I used to fall in lane
You’re in my blood, you’re in my veins, you’re in my head
And I could try to run, but it would be useless
I’ll never be the same
Just like nicotine, heroin, morphine
[Chorus]

Off of one touch I could overdose
I’ll never be the same
It’s you, babe
And I could try to run, but it would be useless
I’ll never be the same
And I’m a sucker for the way that you move, babe
[Chorus]
Just like nicotine, heroin, morphine
Just one hit, you will know I’ll never ever, ever be the same
I’ll never be the same
All I need
Yeah, you’re all I need

You’re to blame
You’re to blame

It’s you, babe
Got your chemicals all in my veins
And I could try to run, but it would be useless

You’re to blame
[Pre-Chorus]

Something must’ve gone wrong in my brain
And I’m a sucker for the way that you move, babe
[Pre-Chorus]
Just one hit, you will know I’ll never be the same

You’re in my blood, you’re in my veins, you’re in my head
And I could try to run, but it would be useless
when the lights are low Sneaking in L.A.
[Verse 2]

And I’m a sucker for the way that you move, babe
Suddenly, I’m a fiend and you’re all I need
I’ll never be the same
And I’m a sucker for the way that you move, babe
Girl, I wanna see you lose control"
You’re to blame
Just one hit, you will know I’ll never ever, ever be the same
And I could try to run, but it would be useless
Suddenly, I’m a fiend and you’re all I need
I’ll never be the same
[Chorus]
You’re to blame
It’s you, babe

Camila Cabello – Real Friends

[Post-Chorus]
Wonder where they’re all hidin’ out

Ohhh, ah
Gotta get up out of this town

I thought that I could trust you, never mind
I’m just lookin’ for some real friends
Skip the conversations and the "Oh, I’m fines"

When I’m alone again
Then I find out what they’re all about
Oh, ohhh
I stay up, talkin’ to the moon
Oh, ohhh
Then I find out what they’re all about
For the times that I don’t understand
I’m just lookin’ for some real friends
Can’t help but feel like something’s wrong, yeah
Been feelin’ so alone in every crowded room

[Verse 2]
Where do I draw the line? Why all the switching sides?

[Chorus]
Spell the names of all our dreams and demons
[Chorus]

But I find out what they’re all about
I’m just lookin’ for some real friends
I guess I’m too naive to read the signs
Every time I let somebody in

Gotta get up out of this town
All they ever do is let me down

Lookin’ for some new friends
Where nobody knows my name?
[Bridge]
Every time I let somebody in
Give me a reason why Why do I even try?
All they ever do is let me down
This paper town has let me down too many times

[Post-Chorus]
I’m just lookin’ for some real friends
Tell me what’s the point of a moon like this
[Post-Chorus]
[Chorus]
Gotta get up out of this town
I’m just lookin’ for some real friends
I’m just lookin’ for some real friends
No, I’m no stranger to surprise

[Verse 1]
All they ever do is let me down
With somebody that means something
I’m just lookin’ for some real friends
Can I run away to somewhere beautiful
I’m just lookin’ for some real friends
No, I think I’ll stay in tonight
Ohhh, ah
I just wanna talk about nothin’
All they ever do is let me down
‘Cause the place I’m livin’ in just doesn’t feel like home
Oh, ohhh
Ohhh, ah
Wonder where they’re all hidin’ out
Every time I let somebody in
I’m just lookin’ for some real friends

Dua Lipa – New Rules (Lyric Video)

I’ve gotta tell them to myself
Don’t let him in, don’t let him in
One, don’t pick up the phone
Three, don’t be his friend

And if you’re under him
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’m still tryna’ learn it by heart
Three, don’t be his friend

(Nowhere to turn, no)
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
Don’t let him in, don’t let him in
But my love, he doesn’t love me
I finally see the pattern
You ain’t getting over him
You have to kick him out again
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
You know he’s only calling ’cause he’s drunk and alone
Talkin’ in my sleep at night
So I tell myself, I tell myself
You ain’t getting over him
Makin’ myself crazy
I keep pushin’ forwards
Two, don’t let him in
One, don’t pick up the phone
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em (baby you know I count ’em)

(Out of my mind, out of my mind)
Don’t be his friend, don’t be his friend
You know he’s only calling ’cause he’s drunk and alone

I’ve gotta tell them to myself
Don’t be his friend, don’t be his friend
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
One, don’t pick up the phone

So I tell myself, I tell myself
Now I’m standing back from it
One, one, one
You have to kick him out again
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
Practice makes perfect
But he keeps pullin’ me backwards
Two, don’t let him in

Oh, he makes me feel like nobody else
Hopin’ it would save me
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
(Too many times, too many times)
(I never learn, I never learn)

I do, I do, I do
(Nowhere to turn, no way)
And if you’re under him
You ain’t getting over him
And if you’re under him
Rehearse and repeat it ’cause I (I, I, I)
Two, don’t let him in

I’ve gotta tell them to myself
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
Nobody else
Wrote it down and read it out
You have to kick him out again
You ain’t getting over him
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning

Eat, sleep, and breathe it
Three, don’t be his friend
But my love, he doesn’t loves me
You know he’s only calling ’cause he’s drunk and alone

G-Eazy – Sober (feat. Charlie Puth)

They all talk about karma, how it slowly comes (uh)
[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
I just know that I’ll regret this when it’s over
[Chorus: Charlie Puth]

Hoop earrings, some bitch left on my nightstand
Uh, yeah, I might regret this when tomorrow comes

It all started with a light glass
Is it true that 80 proof is the reason I’m with you?
Oh, I know that I’ll regret this when I’m sober
But, the drunk nights are more fun than sober ones
She got up and saw rubbers in the trash can
Spend my bank account tonight and have to borrow funds
I just know that I’ll regret this when it’s over
Oooo-oooo ooo ooo, Oooo-oooo ooo
Oh, I know that I’ll regret this when I’m sober
No telling where an 80 proof gets us
I just know that I’ll regret this when it’s over
When the sun comes down, then we transform
I just know that I’ll regret this when it’s over
But, every shot I’m getting closer, getting closer
By this time tomorrow, I’ll probably regret this

But, life is short, enjoy it while you’re young
[Chorus: Charlie Puth]
Cussed me out and stormed off like "Alright then" (uh)
But, every shot I’m getting closer, getting closer

But, I’m faded and I got a little sedated
On both sides, that was bad for ’em
Yeah, you can probably bet this
Oooo-oooo ooo ooo (you know)
Passed out at 6 A.M., but she’s up at 10

Oooo-oooo ooo ooo, Oooo-oooo ooo
Oh, I know that I’ll regret this when it’s over
Is it true that 80 proof is the reason I’m with you?
But I got this bad bitch trying to throw me buns
Why do people do things that be bad for ’em?
Stayed over, now she’s about to get attached again
Try, but it all falls down like Tetris
I take her to her room and I tell her "Get naked"
Oh, I know that I’ll regret this when it’s over
Oh, I know that I’ll regret this when I’m sober
With every shot, they’re like "Awh, here Kobe comes!"
Now I’m asking "How long could tonight last?"
Oooo-oooo ooo (story of my whole life)
Oh, I know that I’ll regret this when it’s over
Is it true that 80 proof is the reason I’m with you?
Oooo-oooo ooo ooo, Oooo-oooo ooo
Man, she had an eeh face with a tight ass
I can’t believe we made it, every night we celebrate it
[Chorus: Charlie Puth]
I live like Jim Morrison, no telling where I’ll take it
Say we done with these things, then we ask for ’em
I slipped up with my ex and I smashed again
Doing this was not in my plans
Eazy
Walls built up around, they come crashing in
Oooo-oooo ooo ooo, Oooo-oooo ooo
But, every shot I’m getting closer, getting closer
If I had a shot less, then I might pass
If I listened to my Uncs, all them older ones
I just know that I’ll regret this when it’s over

Migos & Marshmello – Danger

Run through the money, no Visa
Empowerment to all my people
Cold-cold case, cold-cold case [Pre-Chorus 2: Quavo]
On my knees, thanking God that he got me through the pain

[Pre-Chorus 1: Quavo]
It’s a yellow ten on my left wrist, and that’s all place
Turn to a beast, eat your arteries (beast)
Forgive me ’cause my life illegal
Come on, say you want smoke come get it (wit’ it)
‘Cause where I’m from, we don’t play like that on our side (no)
Empowerment to all my people
I can take out all the evil
Empowerment to all my people
[Chorus: Quavo]
Cold-cold case, cold-cold case
Believer, believer
I don’t fit in, I’m a stranger
[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Can’t run no play over my head, I’m real wise
I can prove to you I’m a leader
Switchin’ my thoughts, I’m bipolar (woo)
Unleashing the dark side what got to me (got)
Cold-cold case, cold case
Danger, danger

Run like Forrest, they tryna hide

Cold-cold case, cold case
Run through the money, no Visa
[Chorus: Quavo]
Believer, believer
[Chorus: Quavo]
You wanna play dumb, I’m with it (gang, gang, bag)
I can take out all the evil
Run through the money, no Visa
I see the fear that’s in your eyes (eyes)
Cold case, cold-cold case

Believer, believer
They know all you do is tell lies (lies)
Bop-bop, that’s a whole body (bop)
In my right mind, I can write rhymes ’til I road rage
‘Cause I know my squad gon’ ride (ride)
Foot on the gas, hear the motor (skrrt)
Empowerment to all my people
Danger, danger
Danger, danger
Bop-bop, that’s a whole body (bop)
Talk behind my back but your shots backfired
I can take out all the evil
I know you tried but you never could survive
I can prove to you I’m a leader
Searchin’ for the bag and the prize (bag)
[Pre-Chorus 1: Quavo]
Nigga, you ain’t scare nobody (boo)
Forgive me ’cause my life illegal
Look at his eyes, wide, think he traumatized
They criticize in disguise (criticize)
Take me as a joke, I’ma hang ’em on the rope (rope)
Believer, believer
I can prove to you I’m a leader
Danger, danger
You wanna play dumb, I’m wit’ it (wit’ it)
Cold case, cold-cold case
Deceasing opponents so properly (opponent)
On the dark side, if you keep cold, it’s a cold case
Better not freeze ’cause we know you’re gon’ choke (choke)
Say you want smoke, come get it (come on)
[Bridge: Offset]
I stare in the eyes of a cobra (sss)
Lookin’ for the wave when we got it (wave)
I’m about to take over the city, tell me you just with it
On a mission lookin’ for them bad guys
I came with my committee, gang with it (gang)
I don’t fit in, I’m a stranger
Cold-cold case, cold-cold case [Pre-Chorus 2: Quavo]
[Chorus: Quavo]
I’m about to take over the city (hey)
I can prove to you I’m a leader
They know I can only tell the truth (truth)
Run through the money, no Visa

I don’t fit in, I’m a stranger
Tryna get demons up outta me (demons)
[Verse 1: Offset]

I can take out all the evil
Forgive me ’cause my life illegal
In my right mind, I can write rhymes ’til I road rage
It’s a yellow ten on my left wrist, and that’s all place
Lookin’ for the wave when we got it (wave)
On my knees, thanking God that he got me through the pain

On the dark side, if you keep cold, it’s a cold case
Cold-cold case, cold-cold case
Forgive me ’cause my life illegal
We come to take this shit over (hey)

I don’t fit in, I’m a stranger
Came for the bag and the profit (bag)

Quavo & Nicki Minaj – She For Keeps

I’m Nicki, when will these girls ever see

Is she for keeps?
Tell that bitch I’m Oprah, she couldn’t even be Gail
You know, you know, you know, you fit me
(somebody tell) Oh, is she for keeps?
This piece flooded out cost about a buck six
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)
[Chorus: Quavo]
I’ma murk it, bitches my sons, I used a surrogate
Like the way she keep her business all personal
[Chorus: Quavo]
Baby nervous, I make ’em nervous, I make ’em nervous
Moonwalking on slabs (moon), she live life like Babs
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
[Chorus: Quavo]
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
[Verse 1: Quavo]

Please say the barbie, he say the barbie
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
I’m from keeps, I am for keeps, she can’t compete
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Pull up on a bum bitch and be like what up sis?
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
I’m the bad bitch that all the bad bitches fuck with
Heard it’s slippery (splash), heard it’s wet like seaweed (splash)
(oh yeah) Is she for keeps?
(yeah, yeah) Is she for keeps?
somebody tell Is she for keeps?
Just for keepsake (keepsake)
Smoke this dope for me
When them bum bitches in my town, all my real niggas alerted

‘Cause I bought her bags and a bing roo
[Intro: Quavo]
He ain’t stupid enough to lose me to another nigga in them streets

He say damn baby you bad, I say I commit murders
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)
She gon’ lead the way (lead it)
Somebody tell me is she
She gon’ make you sing this song
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
She a mad bitch if she ain’t fuckin’ with me, suck dick
(ayy, ayy) Is she for keeps?
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)
Ass fat in her jeans, she don’t like to wear thong
And I put them diamonds in them bengals (shine)
Rap bitches is on my nuts, call ’em Chip ‘n’ Dale
Key-key, key-key
My body’s perfect, bitch I’m perfect
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)

Like the way she take them pictures, it’s the angle (flash)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
You will never be Nicki, and that’s the real key-key
Drive around with me, ayy
Nails and hair all long, shoppin’ spree in Hong Kong
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Pour this drink for me
Perfect, nobody’s perfect
Pull off in that GT with some Seagram’s Ginger Ale
Drop off, your old boy, then get with me
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
somebody tell Is she for keeps?
Ooh, they salty, I know they salty
Somebody lied, just watch me murk it
Got ’em hurting, he know for certain, cop me that Birkin
When the block starts to get hot he know I’ll hide his burners

Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
These bitches can’t see me, they should all be reading braille
Somebody tell me is she
I might fall back and go count up a large bag
You get me, you get me, you get me

Trouble – Bring It Back (feat. Drake)

Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Crest white smile on my face
So many of us shooting you straight, ain’t no pressure
But you ain’t no motherfucking good
I could put you frontline, just bring it back
I gotta come for you, you shot at my lil’ partner though
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Know you fucking with a real one though, no question
Go for that shit now, go get your money man
Charlie As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr.
Tryna teach a young nigga flexing
Me and Big Trouble baby
Do it for the six because we started there
Yeah, Richard Mille, heavy on the watch
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses
Take the charger, bad lil shawty say she ’bout it
Mike WiLL Made-It
Go get your money man, go get that
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout no stack

Either way if they was with ya, they going with ya
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout no stack
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Ayy, she say you so motherfucking hood
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat
Ounces in my motherfucking pantry
Charlie I got the game down now, sorry Mr.
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Might be right, gift and a curse, I take it all this blessing
Yeah, gas up all that ho shit, miss me with that

Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
[Verse 2: Drake]
Reality gon’ hit ya or we gon’ hit ya
Now you gotta own up to that shit you said
Once I get to snapping ain’t nobody safe
All about the family, niggas took the pledge
I gotta get it, you came from my lil partner then
[Verse 1: Trouble]
[Chorus: Trouble]

Yeah, I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me

Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout no stack
Worry ’bout these hoes and you ain’t got no money
You can’t push us to the edge, Trouble from the edge
Charlie Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr.
Yeah, I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me
The loud wild off the gate, don’t need your molly
I could put you frontline, just bring it back
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
Mike Will Made-it bitch
Yeah, tryna show me that she ’bout it
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
Just dropped some bank rolls on some glasses
‘Bout it, ’bout it, yeah, shawty ’bout it, ’bout it, yeah
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back
[Chorus: Trouble]
Yeah, I don’t play no games boy, I’m at your head

Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat
[Chorus: Trouble]
Wanna go to war, but you ain’t got no money
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Extra million just to see the Maybach drop
Mike Will Made-It
Yeah, I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me
Yeah, gas up all that old shit, miss me with that
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Hating on that man won’t do you no blessing
Ounces in my motherfucking pantry
Big Trouble, baby
I got a girl that used to ride around with ‘Pac an’ them
Hit the gas and we outta there
[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my motherfucking pantry
Partna you gon’ get spent on all that flexing
Yeah, gas up all that ho shit, miss me with that
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat
[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Let do it
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah

[Intro: Trouble]
Money man
[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back

Zaytoven, Quavo & 2 Chainz – Wake Up & Cook Up

[?], I ain’t got kids
I ain’t even gotta scroll
Selling that snort to your bitch, nigga

Gotta put my fist in that bowl
Them niggas is so small, we call ’em tadpoles
I got a (What you got Qua?)
Turned [?] to whitewater
Took the fork and I bent it
Wake up and cook up

Can’t stand a dirty kitchen
[Chorus: Quavo]
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
[Intro: Quavo]
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
’bout to get this splash on
Had a Panamera on [?]
Wake up and cook up
I put that dick on her face
Yeah
Wake up and cook up
I pull up like ¿cómo estás?
Money calling, check the ringtone
Broke up with my mistress
Wake up and cook up
If you hanging with a group of guys
Wake up and cook up
Them niggas is so small, we call ’em tadpoles
[Chorus: Quavo]
Pull up and cannot deny
Niggas out here straight [?]
Wake up and cook up
That ain’t making my dick bigger
One phonecall’ll get you killed
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Them niggas is so small, we call ’em tadpoles
Wake up and cook up
I got a bitch from the Bay

Appointment set up with your bae
Wake up and cook up
I’m scraping the bowl

Wake up and cook up
But at least I had a stove
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Stunt on the block, same spot
Wake up and cook up
She telling me give her a taste
Black on like [?]
Skrrt, yeah, that is the sound
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
You wake up and cook up
Told them folks that I’m back home
Had apartment with no furniture
Still a heart away like [?]
You wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up

Look at your unc with that itch
Pop that, a nigga won’t twitch
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Pull up and I set up shop
[Chorus: Quavo]
I put that dick on her face
Got the city on my backbone
I got a truck out your bay
[?] and she pretty
Count it up and drop it on that fist, nigga
Wake up and cook up
Trap [?]
Yeah
Wake up and cook up
30 rounds and the clip clear

Migos
Phil Jackson with the rings on
She drinking that shit by the shots
Wake up and cook up
Better make sure they gon’ ride
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Other day I walked into Gucci
[?] They gon’ say "I ain’t said that shit man"
You wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Yeah, like mace
Make you and the Drako french kiss
Wake up and cook up
I gotta make it back home
Gotta put my fist in that bowl
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Wake up and cook up
None of your traps exist, nigga
Gotta put my fist in that bowl
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up