Daily Archives: December 13, 2017

Skepta – Ghost Ride (feat. A$AP Rocky & A$AP Nast)

Lick my nuts, kiss my butt
And I have to murder all you fakers in this odyssey, greaze!
I’mma pull up, swerve, skrr, yeah I swerve
Yeah, that’s a A$AP nigga, then I pulled the trigger
Since I came up and I’m on my old shit, old shit
About shit, ’bout shit
Eat my dust, hate my guts
Pull up on a bird, ask her what’s the word?
And they ain’t about shit, ’bout shit
Niggas up the shit, yeah, rappers full of shit, yeah
I’m smoking the reefer, I roll with the nina
Everyday I’m shitting and I’m pissing on this hypocrisy
I just parked a Benz right up on the curb
Never, never, never, never, never
You disrespect me, you playing around with your life
Too fast, niggas know how I get
Got weed on my fingers, got me on my speakers
Eat my dust, hate my guts
I roam from the reaper and glock bust
Like Freddy Kreuger, man I get down with the stripes
She said what’s my real name and I don’t know how to reply
Got lean on the seat of the Lam’ bruh
I go to Antigua, Bahamas
Hammer time, hammer time
But you know I never gave a fuck about shit, ’bout shit
Niggas think they big, ’til a bullet hit
Since I came up and I’m on my old shit, old shit
Who the fuck’s putting all this stuffing in these teddy bears?
I was on the grind for many years and you were never there
Riding through your city with the Mossberg
On a different planet, man I’m out of my mind
Yeah, aye, life is like a movie, Steven Spielberg
Twisting my finger, I fuck on a diva
Yeah, yeah them niggas got the nerve
Swear these haters, they don’t move me
Live it like a movie, live it like a movie
Since I came up and I’m on my old shit, old shit
And this revenge up in my eyes, I’m committing my sin, amen
Lick my, I’m just tryna get a nut
And they ain’t about shit, ’bout shit
Told the plug it’s for me, he came down on the price
Comma, llama, they not equipped for the drama
If it’s beef, pussy, yeah I handle mine
Niggas ain’t about shit, ’bout shit uh
Said they on the corner, they ain’t got your work
When the reaper come, redrum, I’ll murder something
I’m on a paper chase, I tell ’em
I see you follow fashion, tryna get down with the hype
And fuck my enemies, man I make the devil scared
This that virus in the system, the prodigy
It’s VVS, man there ain’t no clouds in my ice
Niggas ain’t about shit, ’bout shit, uh
And they ain’t about shit, ’bout shit, ’bout shit
Yeah, life is like a movie, life is like a movie
Hope they get the picture, I don’t give a fuck
Lord forgive me for the shit I did, was just a little kid
Enemies on my mind, enemies in the past when I blast
Since I came up and I’m on my old shit, old shit
I never gave a fuck
My TEC-9, it go pat pat pat pat, rat a tat tat tat
Chopper, chopper, pull up around with a Mossberg
It’s that uncontrollable demon they didn’t wanna see
Man I got six chains, and I wear them anywhere
And they ain’t about shit, ’bout shit, ’bout shit
Live a bit in these streets, I teach you how to survive

Taylor Swift – Look What You Made Me Do (At Capital’s Jingle Bell Ball 2017) (Live)

Ooh, look what you made me do
I don’t like your little games
Look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me do
(Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
I check it once, then I check it twice (oh)
Look what you made me do
The role you made me play
Look what you just made me—
They once belonged to me
Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time (I do it all the time)
Isn’t cool, no, I don’t like you (oh)
Ooh, look what you made me do

[Bridge]
[Pre-Chorus]
[Verse 1]
Look what you just made me do
I check it once, then I check it twice (oh)
I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams
[Chorus]
And then the world moves on, but one thing’s for sure

Ooh, look what you made me do
I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams
Oh, ’cause she’s dead!" (Oh) "Why?
Ooh, look what you made me do
[Verse 2]

[Chorus]
Look what you made me do
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you just made me—
"I’m sorry, the old Taylor can’t come to the phone right now
Of the fool, no, I don’t like you
Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time
I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me
But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time

[Chorus]
But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time (nick of time)
Look what you just made me do
I don’t like your perfect crime

Maybe I got mine, but you’ll all get yours
Ooh, look what you made me do
I don’t like your kingdom keys
But not for me, not for me, all I think about is karma
I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams

Don’t like your tilted stage
You said the gun was mine
[Pre-Chorus]
Look what you just made me do
The world moves on, another day, another drama, drama
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me—
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me—)
I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me—
Locked me out and threw a feast (what?)

I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me
I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me
Look what you made me do

You asked me for a place to sleep
I’ve got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined
I’ve got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined
Look what you just made me do
I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me

Look what you made me do
How you laugh when you lie
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you made me do

Brett Young – O Holy Night

Chains shall He break, for the slave is our brother
O night divine!

It is the night of our dear Savior’s birth
Fall, fall on your knees
His law is love and His gospel is peace
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we
O Holy night, the stars are brightly shining
‘Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth
O night when Christ was born
Fall on your knees

For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn
O night divine!
Truly He taught us to love one another
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
O hear the angel voices
O night, O night divine!
O hear the angel voices

Fall on your knees
Let all within us praise His holy name
O night when Christ was born
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
O night divine!
And in His name, all oppression shall cease

O hear the angel voices
O night when Christ was born
O night divine!

Moby – Like A Motherless Child

So far from home

So far from home
I laid [?] but so much [?]
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
The demon’s eyes, the demon [?]satyr[?]
This was loss, this was name
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
I was bait, but what would bait her
I hide my face, no way to face her
I wanted less but nothing greater
[Verse 1 – Moby]
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child

And from these broken places made
Like a motherless child
I’m never safe from all this danger
[Hook – Raquel Rodriguez]
That was loss and this was later

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
This was loss, this was name

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Like a motherless child
[Hook – Raquel Rodriguez]

I laid in wait but so much later
[Verse 2 – Moby]
So far from home
I wanted less but nothing greater
I couldn’t leave, I couldn’t stay
And never safe from all this danger
This was loss and this was later
This was life and this was safer
I was bait but what would bait her?
[Hook – Raquel Rodriguez]
This was not hope, this was not sane
This was not hope, this was not sane
The demon’s eyes and demon [?]satyr[?]
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
That was loss and this was later
I couldn’t leave, I couldn’t stay
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
So far from home
Don’t know my needs, don’t know my ways [?]
And from these broken places made
All was strange and always stranger
This was my truth, this was no game
Don’t know my needs, don’t know my ways [?]
Always hate but never hate her
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
This was my truth, this was no game
I hide my face, no way to face her

Sheryl Crow – The Dreaming Kind

Even if I cannot change a thing
I see the world from outer space
They say that love can conquer all, but there is no time to wait

It’s getting hard to watch everyone fight
That we are beautiful inside
There’ll be no more wasting precious time
That we’re beautiful inside
Before we meet destiny
How small we are but look how much we have to waste
Oh what a different world it’d be
Every child is pure until he learns to hate

So I’m giving it all I got

So I’m giving it all I got
Maybe I’m just the dreaming kind
So I’m giving it all I got
I’m giving it all I got
I turned off the news again tonight
Nothing’s ever going to change my mind
I’m giving it all I got
So I’m giving it all I got
Gonna fight to keep remembering
Maybe I’m the dreaming kind
That we’re beautiful inside
If peace was our reality
But how far will we have to fall
Could you imagine it, if love was blind
Nothing’s ever going to change my mind
They watch with innocence and imitate
But every time I turn my face

If on this earth everybody was kind
Maybe I’m the dreaming kind
There’ll be no more wasting precious time

Roy Wood$ – Monday To Monday

Ride around with them birds
Wanna hear bout you
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Wanna hear bout you
With me
[Chorus]
Don’t believe in love
[Verse 2]

Narcotics for fun
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
[Chorus]
I could barely think
Play
Ohh she crazy

Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
I’m not new here
[Bridge]

Can’t feel her toes
I make sure shorty feel important

[Verse 1]
[?]
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
I feel like Aladin(yeah)
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Gang shit on Tour
Gyal dem go shopping
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
She sings like Adele

Off ecstasy
Play
So don’t disrespect me for some
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
And I don’t know who cares but I
Don’t Don’t
[?]
Ass too melodic in Toronto with exotic
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
[Pre-Chorus]
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma
All my diamonds dreaded (hey)
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
[Bridge]
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Balmains while she’s going shopping
[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t Don’t
She got tattoos in her arm
Catch me with thugs
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Marylyn keeps her on auto pilot (auto, auto, auto)
[Chorus]
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma

Ohh she love me (hey)
Bitch touch Molly (oh)
I’m not new to this
I love her crazy
And I don’t know who cares but I
So don’t disrespect me for some
I just found my Jasmine(my Jasmine)

Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
And fly out to Costa Rica
Money fly you out when you in Georgia
[?]
My girl look like Katy Cherry

I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Girl what you planning (oh oh)
Yeah
Off ecstasy
Liquors for the pain
[?]
Drugs make her slow
Am I looking out your way now
[?]
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you

Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
Tagged up with squaddy
I have way too much to say now
[?]
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
Don’t Don’t

Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma
Face, out my face bitch
But I’m looking for my main girl
Don’t Don’t
With me
Like these bitches are from Europe
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
Yeah
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Saks fifth better spend a bag if you walk in

Upchurch – Tennessee Dreamin

Boynton Beach out to the hills, how far I came from it
Now my mama straight, I ain’t gotta push no weight
(We break it, bitch)

11 years old I was sitting on the block
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Yeah, my family had a little so I hid it in my sock
[Hook]
Never had enough and now the bank, we break it
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
(We break it, bitch)
I did my time, I made them wait, and now I can’t lose
I came from the dirt, now I’m living great
DJ Chose

Baby, I’m outchea so don’t worry
[Pre-Hook]
[Verse 1]
Now the whole world sneaking pictures for the fame of it
[Pre-Hook]

Now my mama straight, I ain’t gotta push no weight
[Intro]
I’m in the field without no jersey
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty

I’m in the field without no jersey
I was out there on the hustle
120 on that ranch, on my own two
I came from the dirt, now I’m living great
It was the streets that raising me, had to be dad and mama
I was young, head strong, wasn’t letting up
I came through, popped up on the first day
I’m in the field without no jersey
I came through, popped up on the first day
Escaped the belly of the beast without a stain on me
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
[Hook]
I did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Baby, I’m outchea so don’t worry
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty

Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty

She say she love me ’cause I’m worthy
[Hook]
Almost got cuffed, it was too much, it was a lot of drama
Never had enough and now the bank, we break it
I came through, popped up on the first day
I know you remember me
She say she love me ’cause I’m worthy
[Verse 2]

Reckless on that show, man that’s old news
No more sleeping on the floor
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Disrespectful my demeanor, didn’t know who to trust
Said I won’t gone make it, look how hard they hated
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Ready for fighting and my fist has got that ring on it
Baby, I’m outchea so don’t worry
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
I was always dodging 12, putting work in off the clock
Said I won’t gone make it, look how hard they hated
I did that crime, I beat that case, kept paying my dues
She say she love me ’cause I’m worthy
I got some money finally
Mama don’t worry, mama don’t worry
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty

Sold them pills like they was Skittles, yeah, I always made a lot
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty

Bhad Bhabie – Mama Don’t Worry (Still Ain’t Dirty)

No more sleeping on the floor
Sold them pills like they was Skittles, yeah, I always made a lot
Now my mama straight, I ain’t gotta push no weight

(We break it, bitch)
I’m in the field without no jersey
I was out there on the hustle
I did that crime, I beat that case, kept paying my dues

Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Mama don’t worry, mama don’t worry
She say she love me ’cause I’m worthy
Reckless on that show, man that’s old news
[Verse 2]
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty

Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Yeah, my family had a little so I hid it in my sock

I did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Baby, I’m outchea so don’t worry
11 years old I was sitting on the block
Said I won’t gone make it, look how hard they hated

I’m in the field without no jersey
[Hook]
[Pre-Hook]
I came through, popped up on the first day
Now my mama straight, I ain’t gotta push no weight
Said I won’t gone make it, look how hard they hated
I was young, head strong, wasn’t letting up
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Escaped the belly of the beast without a stain on me
Now the whole world sneaking pictures for the fame of it
She say she love me ’cause I’m worthy
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
I’m in the field without no jersey
[Hook]
Never had enough and now the bank, we break it
Baby, I’m outchea so don’t worry
Disrespectful my demeanor, didn’t know who to trust
I know you remember me
It was the streets that raising me, had to be dad and mama
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Never had enough and now the bank, we break it
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Baby, I’m outchea so don’t worry

I got some money finally
I came from the dirt, now I’m living great
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
(We break it, bitch)

I came through, popped up on the first day
[Hook]
I came from the dirt, now I’m living great
I came through, popped up on the first day
DJ Chose
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Almost got cuffed, it was too much, it was a lot of drama
120 on that ranch, on my own two
She say she love me ’cause I’m worthy
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty

I was always dodging 12, putting work in off the clock
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
I did my time, I made them wait, and now I can’t lose
Boynton Beach out to the hills, how far I came from it
[Pre-Hook]
Ready for fighting and my fist has got that ring on it

Gunna – Drip Or Drown

Two accounts (hey)
Drip or drown (hey)
Cool quarter mill in my Goyard duffle
New Fendi runners, I feel athletic
Got twenty-one bitches, I must be a savage
Goyard pouch (hey)
Shop around (hey)

Shoppin’ at Barney, I drip like a model
They say lately I been lookin’ like dollars

Pinstripe high waters, I dress like a golfer
Goyard pouch (hey)
Baby blue Jag made my mom feel better
Large amounts, ooh
FN ain’t plastic, put him in a casket
Drip or drown, ooh
Shop around (hey)
We ride in foreigns, ain’t no more Impalas
Look at your bitch through these Dior bifocals
We move too fast, it get slimy as ever
I got woodgrain on my Damier Buckle

Large amounts, ooh
Drip or drown, ooh
[Chorus]
Run through this cash like family don’t matter
Yeah, yeah
Run that shit up, bought my partner a Patek
Vibes in LA, Gunna fuckin’ the baddest
Doctor told me I got l lean in my bladder
2018 and that Porsche Carrera
I got your back, feel the same pain together
Life is too grimy, I watch for the devil
It’s a Rolls Royce, and it comes with umbrellas
Blowin’ this cash, it was times we ain’t have it
Racks in the quarter ounce (hey)
Pop off the tag, my partner just swear
[Intro]
VVS damn they pointers in my bezel
Killin’ these hoes, need to call paramedics
[Verse 2]
I wiped his nose quickly, pass him a napkin (slime)
Lifetime of hats ’cause you always be cappin’
Designer down, ooh
Niggas ain’t eatin’, stop cappin’, you ain’t fastin’
Designer down, ooh
[Verse 1]
I get me some Henn, she bend that shit over
Got an addiction, in love with this fashion

Watch how I drip when I hit that Met Gala
Codeine I sip with my lip, don’t get splattered
Pourin’ this Hi-Tech, I’m sippin’, relaxin’
Drip or drown (hey)
Cook in the kitchen, the dope smell like acid
Fucked a snow bunny at my show at Coachella
Two accounts (hey)
[Chorus]
Can’t get no sleep ’cause my life is all action
Racks in the quarter ounce (hey)
Prayin’ for all of my bros like we Catholic
I won again so you still gotta shuffle
Born with the drip and just learned how to hustle
See how shit happened, I made it in rappin’
They ain’t have the new born but I got baby bottles

D Double E – Better Than The Rest (feat. Wiley)

Wham, bam, thank you, maam
Cuh us man are here still proving a lot
‘Cause I’ll pump this in your chest (bluku)
Don’t leave until you catch MC
Stick with the plan, stick with the program
You can be my guest (bluku)

Yeah, you can hold this to the chest
I got man that wanna invest

I got labels showing interest
I’m telling you, I am the best MC
I don’t care what your pump on your chest
Which soundboy wanna test?
I want more success, cuh
Cuh nah, them man can’t show me the ropes
[Chorus: D Double E]
You better check out the bum and breast
Straight through your bulletproof vest (bluku)
No hold back, no energy saving
I want more success
Skillwise big up my chest MC
You can be my guest (bluku)
Keeping it overly real, cuh we can
I’m putting in more, not less
Yeah, let’s go home and rest

Dallas falcon crest MC
I’m the best MC
You can make a bird call to the nest
Blood, there’s no contest
Them man there on a slippery slope
Right now, blud, I don’t care less
I’m no basic but I am a next MC
You can be my guest (bluku)
Look into my face and read my lips clearly
‘Cause I’ll pump this in your chest (bluku)
[Chorus: D Double E]
[Verse 3: D Double E]

Nah, none of these men can’t test
I’m that lyrical arsonist
Them man can’t show me the ropes
Them man there must think it’s a joke
D Double E and his right hand man
And if I like your gyally
If you see me with an empress
I will bun them like cherry bomb
Them man are snorting too much coke
I’m better than the rest
I’m a cheese lemon zest MC
In life, man have to progress
Make a MC go home and sulk
Lyrical title, yeah, they’re after this
Sizzling like steak in the pan

I’m better than the rest
Yeah everyting cool and bless
I don’t know what them men are on
Yeah, you can hold this to the chest
I get money and I get it in bulk
Can you smell that lemon zest?
No FaceTime, ring up or text MC
Like who’s gonna test MC?
I’m putting in more, not less
Straight through your bulletproof vest (bluku)
[Chorus: D Double E]
I tell my dons go fetch MC
[Verse 1: D Double E]
I don’t care what your pump on your chest
I’m not a Drake, or a Wayne

I don’t know what them man are thinking
[Verse 2: Wiley]
I don’t care what your pump on your chest
North, south, east to the west MC
‘Cause I’ll pump this in your chest (bluku)
Feel the fire blazing, blazing
Cuh you can put me to the test
Yeah, you can hold this to the chest
I’m better than the rest
Straight through your bulletproof vest (bluku)
Them boy there ain’t even half of this
Nah, none of these men can’t test
Lyrical Incredible Hulk
Let’s quickly undress
Or a Jay-Z, or a Kanye West MC
Big up Lady Leshurr, big up your breast MC
Nah, none of these men can’t test
Man are OG, I know how to flex MC
Them men are losing the plot

I’m putting in more, not less

Snoop Dogg – Go On (feat. October London)

It’s me and mines, it’s summertime
(If you feel the same, then let me know)
Stop, now , top down through the neighborhood
This that time of the year
Is put ya mind at ease… (Mind at ease)
I’m feeling hella good

Yes I do!
(We go on) As we go on…
Yes I do!
Do-do-do, do-do-do Oh!
Finna, bend a, corner, on a three wheel motion
We have a barbeque to do at four
I’m doin thangs that you never would
(Oh!) I wanna rock ya, girl…
(If you feel the same, then let me know)
What you need? (What you need?)
Neighborhood stars, up and down the boulevard
(Like we do) Like we do…
For everybody to be boisterous
And do that dance that’ll make your whole damn body hurt
Evolve while I elevate, take flight, levitate
Playing mama dear, calm and clear
(If you feel the same, then let me know)
Let’s smoke and ride…
(Chill with you) I just wanna chill with you…
As we go on… (We go on)
What you got to lose?
Is put ya mind at ease… (Mind at ease)
BYOB, and the plates of food will be laid out for free
Now do The Jerk, get crunk, go to work

(What you need?) What you need?
That girl is poison like Bell Biv Devoe
(Like we do) Like we do…

When it’s hot outside… (Hot outside)
Oh! Do-do-do, do-do-do
You go off and we go on

Swimming pool party in the back on the low
What you got to lose?
Do-do-do, do-do-do Oh!
You done made it to see a whole ‘nother summer and it feel good
Here’s a little sun shinin’, drink and a summer breeze
I wanna rock ya, girl… (Oh!)
Let’s smoke and ride…
Here’s a little sun shinin’, drink and a summer breeze
Let the wind blow, open up the window

(Chill with you) I just wanna chill with you…
Rock with Snoop Dogg and rejoice to this

Baby if you feel the same, let me know
We go, till we can’t go no more
I’m heading to the ocean, caravan full of cars
(Hot outside) When it’s hot outside…
As we go on… (We go on)
Here’s a little sun shinin’, drink and a summer breeze
Let’s smoke and ride…
Like surfin with the sharks, or shootin in the dark

Shined up my white walls, night falls
Baby if you feel the same, let me know
(Hot outside) When it’s hot outside…
(Mind at ease) Is put ya mind at ease…
Riding on a bike with my grandson at the park
(Chill with you) I just wanna chill with you…
Breakfast for dinner, I’m cold as a mother, but the summer ain’t the winter
I wanna rock ya, girl… (Oh!)
Yes I do!
Baby if you feel the same, let me know
(Like we do) Like we do…
What you need? (What you need?)
What you got to lose?
Little kids get down, I’ll have a bus pull up with Tommy The Clown

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Chosen One (feat. Kodak Black)

Woah, yeah

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
I can’t give up on my mission
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Project baby and I’m a baby with a baby
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]

And I’m never going broke again
Working hard, now my name getting bigger
[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Swear that I’m traumatized nigga
I’m a champion
Draco baby, K banana clip, gon’ chop an eight
I remember when I didn’t even believe in me
Through all this heartbreak and this pain I can’t change
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
And mama I been goin’ back crazy again
Gotta stop playin’, now it’s time to be a man
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
I just drop down to my knees, to the floor
Through all this heartbreak and this pain I can’t change
I’m going back crazy
The chosen one, yeah
I’m a warrior, that be my jersey
Don’t let nobody tell you different, you the greatest
I done grew up way too quick, too early
Take a look up in my eyes nigga
I’m the chosen one, yeah
I be going hard never over exaggerate

Show the world it took so long for me to see, didn’t we
I be going hard nigga
NFL, never forget loyalty
Ninety baby catching burglaries or a murder case
I was young when grandmama died nigga
Free G Pharaoh, damn they did you dirty
Blue hundreds like a peacock, I got them birdies
I be going hard never exaggerate
Yeah the real ones stay here, the fake evaporate
I promise you that I’ma leave how I came
NBA winning, balling like I’m Stephen Curry
[Intro: Kodak Black & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
My lady hate the way that I be sleeping
My hopes to the ceiling
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
I’m a champion
I got demons in my dreams, man I know

Thirty on me, Stephen Curry, use my jersey
Dancing with the devil, fighting demons
Late at night no I can’t sleep, I’m like oh
I promise you that I’ma leave how I came
Say you know me, tell me how do you figure?
Through the betrayal and the rain I stay the same
But I love them shell cats that keep a thirty-eight
Through the betrayal and the rain I stay the same
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one, yeah

I’m the chosen one, yeah
I start praying to my god to make ’em go
Feed a turkey, caught thirty
Project Baby
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one
Comin’ up I grew up ’round killers
The chosen one, yeah
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one
Gotta do better for my children
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one, yeah
I’ll never be disguised nigga
Gotta stop playin’, now it’s time to be a man
Oh
I’m a champion
Hurt and I need some healing
I’m a champion

SZA – The Weekend (On SNL) (Live)

My man is my man is your man
On us, just tell me you want me, yeah
Hanging out the back, all up in your lap
Ayyy

You take Wednesday, Thursday
Ayyy
We got bright ideas
Gettin’ all in your love
Heard it’s her man too
Bright ideas
I just keep him satisfied through the weekend
My man is my man is your man
You’re like 9 to 5, I’m the weekend
We got bright ideas
How you want me?
Tuesday and Wednesday, Thursday and Friday
I don’t care long as you’re here by
You take Wednesday, Thursday
Make him lose his mind every weekend
Do it ’til it hurts less
Then just send him my way
We got bright ideas
Monday and I’ll be at your door
My man is my man is your man
Heard that’s her man
I just keep him satisfied through the weekend
Of knowin’ it’s selfish

What you’ve been missin’ on weekdays
More of them, more of you on me
[Verse 2]
Like is you comin’ home?
Ready to take her place
[Verse 1]

[Outro]
Make him lose his mind every weekend
Think I got it covered for the weekend
Heard that’s her man
Ready to give you
What you’ve been waitin’ for
Bright ideas
Drop them drawers, I know what you want
[Chorus]
Heard it’s her man too
How you want me when you got a girl?
10:30, no later than
Think I got it covered for the weekend

10:30, no later than
Then just send him my way
The feelin’ is reckless
[Chorus]
You say you got a girl
You’re like 9 to 5, I’m the weekend
Ayyy

Is you out with her?
I need me at least ’bout four of them
Drop them drawers, give me what I want
Fallin’ all over love, like
Bright ideas
I gotta say I’m in the mood for a little bit more of that

Tuesday and Wednesday, Thursday and Friday
And knowin’ I’m desperate
I mean I’m saying what kind of deal, just two days?
My man is my man is your man

SZA – Love Galore (On SNL) (Live)

‘Cause you promised to put it down
Ass and titties, titties, only thing that stuck with, with me (with me)
[Pre-Chorus: SZA & Travis Scott]
Call me looking for ya (yah)
Why you hit me when you know you know better? (true)
Love on my ladies, luh-love to my ladies, uh (true)
But see, Solána, if you don’t say something, speak up for yourself
(yah, feel me) Only thing I could feel, you feel me?
They think you stupid, you know what I’m saying?
We do whatever we want, go wherever we want
With you baby, with you baby
I need, I need
(yah) Why you bother me?
I came to your city, lookin’ for lovin’ n’ licky

[Outro: SZA]
Don’t take it personal, baby
Dated a few (straight up)
Searchin’ for you like love
I need, I need
All up in your city, lookin’ for you, uh
Let me cum inside ya, let me plant that seed inside ya (ooh)
[Verse 2: SZA & Travis Scott]
Yuh, that’s that Mo City that side
Done with these niggas
You gots a problem, now it’s a problem, oh, no
Got me looking forward to weekends (yah)
I need, I need
Love however we want, it don’t matter (true)
Why you bother me?
[Skit]
Skrt skrt on niggas (yah)
With you baby, (true)
Only thing keepin’ me from droppin’ you right now
Promise I won’t cry over spilled milk (ooh no, I won’t)

(yah) Why you bother me when you know you don’t want me?
Know you know better (true)
Skrt down, you acting like me (yah)
Why you bother me?

I dust off these niggas
Love, love, love
[Verse 1: SZA & Travis Scott]
[Intro: Travis Scott]
Only thing keepin’ me by your side
Only thing keepin’ me by your side now
With you
I need, I need

[Verse 3: Travis Scott & SZA]
I said farewell, you took it well (true)
Skrrr, skrrr on bitches (yah)
That you can’t come ’round at night, yuh (it’s lit)

Gimme another hour or two, hour with you
I be looking for ya (yah)
Should’ve never gave you my number, I did it with you (ooh)

Love, love, love, love, ‘long as we got
Dig dirt on bitches, do it for fun
I don’t love these niggas
I don’t know these bitches (yah)
[Chorus: SZA]
(yah) Why you bother me when you know you got a woman?
I regret it, you gots a fetish
Get whatever I need, it’s about

Right now (love)
You say, "La Flame, keep makin’ fire" (ooh)

Know your crew better than you do
Gimme a paper towel, gimme another Valium
‘Long as we got
[Chorus: SZA]

Skrt up on niggas (true)
So why you bother me, why you bother me? (with you, baby)
You’ll do whatever I want, get whatever I want
Do it for fun
‘Long as we got
Only thing that was real
Don’t take it personal
You all I rep—yah—, like my side I rep (yah)
Should’ve never let you hit it, I split it with you
Love, love, love, ‘long as we got
You like when I make fire
Love, love, love, love, ‘long as we got
Acting like we wasn’t more than a summer fling

Personally, I’m surprised you called me after the things I said
Me in a wreck—yah—, me in a mess (yah, yah)
Love, love, love, love
I need, I need
You like to get me high, you don’t want no one beside ya
Last time I checked you were the one that left (the one)
Love, love, love, ‘long as we got
[Chorus: SZA]

Tryna catch a P.O.V, yah (with you)

Asian Doll – Itty Bitty Bitches (Nicki Minaj Remix)

Bitch I be cooling it, bitches on that stupid shit
I pop that pressure, you gon’ fold
And his mouth I like to soak

[Hook]
What happened to you?
Birthing bitches, nursing bitches
Your fingers stank as shit

I’ma body any goofy bitch
[Verse 2]
I’m a youngin’, and a keeper
These bitches tripping thinking that they nigga safe
I only hop in foreigns, bitch my ego can obtain
Keep up bitch, stop that acting
Big bars, pretty barb
But I ain’t Boosie bitch
And his mouth I like to soak
Who got next, they saying me
Ain’t a bitch that’s fucking with me
How you figure you a bummy that’s a shame lil bitch
I did it with no deal and your mad
[Verse 3]
Fuck with me it cost a fee
Donkey of the day
Cut the tree, and count the paper
Scoring end zone
Sell that pussy you a fraud
Feel no pressure, bitches feather
I don’t gotta argue with him, he forget you for the night
Asian Doll shit, the doll way
Then go eat some Pappadeaux
Put money on the table
[Bridge]
Drop that nigga like a label (dropped his ass!)
Oh my bad day bitch I’m better
I pop pussy on his nose
Selling swag to the homeless, here a luncheable boo
Haha, yeah
It’s a shame, you pushing a mustang
I could’ve been your mama cause I’m fucking on your dad
Bitches been my sons
Asian Doll, I’m the baddest of them all
Then go eat some Pappadeaux
Diamonds on my face, when I think it’s like flash!
I know they mad, I’m undefeated, I can’t tame I’m rich
On my bad day bitch I’m better
You be sitting on the bleachers
Pulling on my bundles, cause he bouta rock it so whip
Taxing for a feature
Quick to pop off, fake the mouth
Put money on the table
Okay, I’m selling bitches swag
I gotta tell him, then I stroke it
You know what the fuck I’m doing
I’m giving bitches clout, link with me get clientele
[Hook]
Read you life, I come to post
Niggas wanna know, but if she bout it
Put my pussy on his face he say he like the way I taste
Bitch!
I’m a youngin’, and I’m spoiled
FX nation, be a letter
You a lil’ Felicia
Listen little mama you could never
You can never be me, why you envy, that’s a big deal
Feel no pressure, bitches feather
I pop pussy on his nose
Read you life, I come to post

I don’t pay attention, you an undercover hater
Can’t believe when you see me, stare at me like the news
Niggas love me I don’t save ‘em
Grab a soda, bitch you over
I’m the baddest in any motherfucking where I walk in, period

Pop off at the mouth, I set it off
Kiss the handkerchief
Now if you got a problem with the doll then spark it
[Verse 1]
You a actor
Let me school ‘em quick
Where your pen and paper
Aye, ride him twice, for the dick you know I might
Only thing that you eating, six foot like a broom
I pop that pressure, you gon’ fold
FX nation, be a letter
Man these bitches bitter, I’ma send ‘em to an orphan
Who you study trying to be
I don’t pay attention, you an undercover hater
Since I started, been the same

Your titties need a lift, that’s why your walking round sad
Smack your ass since I released
Man these bitches bitter, I’ma send ‘em to the orphan
I’m just sitting on some acres
Let me glow you up bitch
Listen little mama you could never
Bitch I’m Asian, I’m a doll
See me do not post shit
Now if you got a problem with the Doll then spark it
Thirsty for attention