Daily Archives: January 18, 2018

Juicy J – No Mo

I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
We was all in her, we was all in her
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
That ain’t nothin’ to a boss, I spend 300 on a Wraith
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’
Smoke a blunt, bust a nut then its back to the dough
All these niggas cuffin’ and these bitch really nothin’
Kill that bitch, that’s a dead body, dead body
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’
You was callin’ her, you was callin’ her
Smoke a blunt, bust a nut then its back to the dough
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
Why you stalkin’ her? Why you stalkin’ her?
I can’t fall in love, hey bitch, that shit ain’t up for discussion

He toss a couple dollars, you gonna let that nigga touch it

She gon’ bust it open, I’ma throw this cake on the floor
Shake that ass, make that money, who am I to judge it?
Last night she ain’t answer, I was all in her all in her
[Chorus]
These hoes be on Backpage, sellin’ pussy
She gon’ bust it open, I’ma throw this cake on the floor
Please take the hand cuffs off of her
Treat you like a freak because I know your ass be bussin’

Made her bust that pussy careful, all my dawgs in here
I can’t save no mo’ hoes, ain’t no room in my safe (nooo)
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
She gon’ bust it open, I’ma throw this cake on the floor
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
I spend 20, I spend 30, I blow 50 in a day
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
Hey
I can’t take you home to momma, I can’t take you out in public
[Intro]
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
[Chorus]
You used to niggas trickin’ but tonight we fuckin’
Mister Officer, Mister Officer
I don’ spent so much on you I gotta put you in my budget
Hackin’ phones tryin’ to find out who she talkin’ to
[Verse 1]

These hoes belong to everybody, everybody
Smoke a blunt, bust a nut then its back to the dough
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
Like nigga you broke than a motherfucka ‘cause you spend it all on these dirty ass hoes. It’s the weekend. Find you a real woman, my nigga. So man, fuck your problems, man, I don’t give a fuck about your motherfuckin’ problems, brah. Bitch is takin’ all your motherfuckin’ check, nigga, you know what I’m sayin’? You know what I’m sayin’? You know what I’m sayin’? You need to stop chasin’ these hoes, my nigga. Yeah

[Verse 2]
[Chorus]
These hoes, they be backstage, sellin’ pussy

Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
It was me, Juicy J, and all my wolves from ‘round the way

Dave East – The Hated (feat. Nas) (Short Film)

Kept his pistol on ’em, so he bought a bigger pant size
He got a little colder the moment he watched his man die
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Dave East talk that talk
Lets get it
Thats a man down, Ant’ told Cory have the fam ’round
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
Ant’ and Cory set up a trap, fiends in and out of that
And keep on shitting on niggas until your pants brown
I had a basic plan, get out the projects and never look back
NYC, L.A., Chicago, Detroit, the whole world
Couple haters, but nothing major, they knew the streets
Eviction notice in the kitchen, your bitch will stay the night
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
The other younger niggas from the block, just loved to watch him
Young king
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Cory had the sour with him, Ant’ fuck with ‘yola
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
Streets need that
Cory and Ant’ had butter rockin’
Streets will teach you quick, ain’t nothing free, pay the price
He just a product of his environment
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
They moms was best friends
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
Cory got nervous whenever they spun that Van ’round
Baby-face, wishing that his beard would grow
Got kicked out his moms crib, she found a couple boulders
He was light skinned, outside before you niggas was typing
They snatched him and he talked about the way he got it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
Moms begging he finish school, but non-sense he get into
No mask, stocking cap, they robbed him, but he got it back
Cory told Ant’ on the V I the block was changing
One conversation between homies, better yet brothers
I’m still here
Ant’ hated his dad around ’cause that nigga was militant
Six in the morning with baggies on him was a way of life
For years he tried to get a lick or two
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
Ant’ met Cory when they was kids with innocence
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
Did a bid, his celly was blood, he studied five percent
That was ten years ago
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
No MySpace
Three and half light bid, Ant’ stayed in drama
Ayo’ East
That used to spend the night with each other
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
She was busting checks with the wrong nigga
Keep doin’ what you do
Came home, like let niggas see me, I’ll never ride with tint
Locked up with killers up North, he rubbed a couple shoulders
Could still smell the aroma from when my uncle would cook crack
One name was Anthony, the hood called ’em Ant Live
They hated Esco
Ant’ was blowing money fast, big Meeching when he shopped
Niggas caught Cory, made him take off that new Philippe
Double it, stack it up, Cory ain’t never want to spend
Broke the code, that was snitchin’, it ain’t no way around it
Flashy nigga, body wrapped in diamonds, necklace, and the watch
It’s your man, Nas Esco’
Now he throw a set up anywhere he go
Peace be on to you my young brother
Cory found a hoe to pass, some cash, they could triple it
They hated Escobar
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
Killers kill you for talking, all you gotta do is speak
Told me he’d rather die than ever go to Rikers again
Cory was his right-hand man, his mother up North
We gotta get it
Cory took it on the chin, he wasn’t new to beef
They hustle low, so much evidence that can’t found
Lose the attitude, he miserable
Ant’ told Cory be grateful, freedoms’ amazing
He popped Xannys and he just want him some strong liquor

YFN Lucci – Boss Life (feat. Offset)

We got sticks bitch, yeah
I gotta move a clip, in this lil’ uzi yeah
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lotta groupies, yeah
I’m a big pimp, yeah
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
I might slide through in that Rolls Royce Phantom
This the boss life, yeah
New spot like the Falcons
Reachin’ for my chains see I know blood they gon’ wack ’em yeah
We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
1.5 in cash, bruh
Young fly nigga, they like, "He so handsome"
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
This the boss life, yeah (offset)
Get in that pint and how you can (hun)
Trap out the Ruth’s Chris yeah, bust down your cuban, yeah

I talk big shit, yeah
We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Plus my wrist lit, hey
They like to talk a lot yeah, but we like to mute shit, yeah
They go ape on them bars catch a body, yeah
Bustin’ them down by the pair ( bust down)
My whole cup polluted (drank)
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
Whole lot of gang in here (gang)
[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
I talk big shit, yeah
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
(Offset)
Plus my wrist lit, hey
We got sticks bitch, yeah
It’s a ghost but do not be scared (hun hun)
I’m a big pimp, yeah
Patek Philipe, it’s rare (hey)
It’s a Wraith with stars in the ceiling, yeah (stars)
I’m drippin’, baby, excuse me (drip)
Pull up and shoot shit yeah, all on the roof and shit, yeah
I cannot vibe with queers (hun hun)
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Pinky ring crystal clear, 40k spent on a private Lear (fyuu)
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights

We got sticks bitch, yeah
[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]

Sippin’ on codeine, floatin’ with no gravity yeah
Trap fashion, look what I wear (trap fashion)
I got love for my trappers, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah
Let my dick fill in her mouth like it’s a cavity, yeah
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah

Plus my bitch rich, yeah
[Verse 2: Offset]
Plus my wrist lit, hey
[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
I’m a big pimp, yeah
We take the phone from the groupies (woo)
This the boss life, yeah
New drop this the fast one
I got the heart of a bear (huh)
I’m smashin’, pullin’ her hair (smash)
We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
I don’t fuck with no rappers
Montana, some like Tony Montana
60k solitaire (60 ball)
Northside niggas, no names in here (Nawf)
Get some top in the Aston
Whole lot of drums and bananas

Black Eyed Peas – Street Livin’ (On The Late Show) (Live)

So, how we gon’ get out the trap?
You’ll get shot, and they’ll say the incident
They called us coons, now they call us cons
Street livin’, hustle or hoops
If you ain’t dead, you can see imprisonment

Street livin’, ain’t no rules
We lost in the war we live in
There’s more niggas that’s rotting in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
Break the law, make or break the news
It’s a cold world, better bring your coat
Listen, they derailed the soul train
Well, be vigilant, and they call you militant
Another cop got off with no charge
Be the killer or be the dead dude in the news
The life you choose could be the life you lose
Revoke cause the streets are broke
Is because you’re beligerent
Street livin’, what’s your position?
Be like kings or be like pawns
Systematically, that’s how they made it to be
So, forget about the statue of General Lee
What a coincidence?
Are gonna end up in some penitentiary
[Verse 1: will.i.am]
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
It’s more niggas in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
You’re guilty until we prove you’re innocent

Street livin’, oh my gosh
If you black in the hood, you at large
Brainwashed by the television
I get it, what’s a nigga to do?
Street livin’, ain’t no joke
No way out of the Reaganomics
Niggas killing niggas like they Ku Klux Klan
Because the status of blacks are generally
Street livin’, no economics
And private complexes are owned by the same
Guns or books, get shot or shoot
You can take action or take a dick
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
I understand what’s a nigga to choose?
Listen, you can get fucked by the system
And compare to them, prison guards get payed well
Infected by the black plague, new bubonic
And racists no longer have to be racist
Don’t push me cause I’m close to hell
Street livin’, caught in a trap
Another brother got shot by the searg’
Crips and bloods and retail thugs
Now, they wanna take away our dreams and hopes
Slave masters that owned the slave trade game
[Verse 2: Taboo]
Cause niggas kill more niggas than the KKK did
Terrorists be blasting missles
Street niggas be packing pistols
Now, every time I hear a new def jam
If you’re ivory, they treat you different
Or you can say fuck the system
Street livin’, tough conditions
No education in the hood, got a nigga confused
[Verse 3: apl.de.ap]
CIA planes bring Columbian drugs
Double cross love lost no religion
No comprende, we speak ebonics
Ten years no bail is 4 years at Yale
If you’re ebony, they assume you’re temperament
And put a nightmare into every Martin Luther King
Niggas getting stuck for the Nike shoes

Hippo Campus – Buttercup

Holy hell, I can tell that you hate me
Scale a tree, snap a branch so you can’t leave
Gonna stick to my guns, like you taught me
Wrinkled toss of the coin that I can’t see
(She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own)
(She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own)
She’ll be fine on her own, she said
Solid punch kind of eyes make ‘em wobbly
No holds barred in the ring so you’ll fight me
Yeah, swing, sucker, swing, finish sobbing
I’ll be fine, I’m alright, it’s my body
I’ll be fine on my own, she said, I don’t need you inside my head
(She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own)
Lighten up, buttercup, get a hobby
Growing pains splaying rain on the high sea
Give ’em hell, give ’em teeth like you taught me
When I’m in doubt
Dying moon, keep me up, keep me waiting
Don’t forget I have you to be like me
She’ll be fine on her own, she said
Holy hell, I can tell that you hate me
I’ll be fine on my own, she said, all my love’s wrapped in shades of red
She’ll be fine on her own, she said
Gothic vine growing fire in the lobby
I’ll be fine on my own, she said, all my love’s wrapped in shades of red
Putting words in my mouth, trying to get free
I’ll be fine, I’m alright, it’s my body
she’ll be fine on her own She’ll be fine on her own…
(She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own)
I’ll be fine on my own, she said, I don’t need you inside my head
She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own
She’ll be fine on her own… she’ll be fine on her own
Tireless mess, seeking thrills getting bitey
Where around is enough for a family
Gonna stick to my guns, like you taught me
Pudgy face kissing lace in the backseat
Dying moon, keep me up, keep me waiting
On the ground, lost and found, understand me
She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own

Rejjie Snow – Egyptian Luvr (feat. Amine & Kaytranada)

So extra bright, it’s so extra bright, so
We parted ways like she’s cheated with Moses
The past, the past, the past, the past
[Refrain: Dana Williams]
Wipe the tears from your eyes (your eyes)
[Verse 2: Aminé]
Gold hit her lips every time that I’m hitting it

Love
[Chorus: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
[Chorus: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
The past, the past, the past, the past
[Refrain: Dana Williams, Rejjie Snow & Aminé]
Leave it in the past
Fame and fortune, all those habits
Hands up off me, she’s so lovely
This is 1971
Wipe the tears from your eyes

Leave it in the past
Walked in, Off-White, all pink, okay
[Chorus: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
Leave it in the past
Leave it in the past
Like there’s no tomorrow
Say you single all of my life
I break the beat and I scratch it
I want you to stay forever
The past, the past, the past, the past
Ring, ring, I’m tryna get my old thing back
My appetite, I lost appetite
I want you to stay forever
But baby always wanna bring up shit from the past (yeah)
Belly of the beast, when I walk in the streets
Go anywhere for ya, that’s love
Putting in effort for the effort, it’s too effortless
Why love when it’s free and it does no harm?
‘Cause tonight might be your last
‘Cause tonight might be your last

And if you’re still tripping, that’s drugs
The past, the past, the past, the past

I can’t cry for those who ain’t with me
No free smoke when your bae is gone
So stay up till sunrise
The past, the past, the past, the past

Cups of tea and gums that bleed red
That’s fucked up but a lot of things are
Leave it in the past
[Intro: Rejjie Snow]
Like there’s no tomorrow
Leave it in the past
Two shows, pay rent, get a girl, get a job
I want you to stay forever
Say you wrap the plastic in white
Just let go of sorrow
I can’t pray so Lord, please forgive me (so)

I was on abra, she was cadabring
I crave that brain and that flesh
Might even kill for ya, that’s love
Ain’t no love, I’m still banging out Whitney
In Hollywood but I never see stars
It’s paradise, we in paradise

[Verse 3: Rejjie Snow]
But if you think we got problems then baby, watch Maury"
Pink like pussy, extra pushy
Yeah, that’s why you gotta smell the roses
Extra white, she’s so extra white
The past, the past, the past, the past
Whoa, fuck checks, see the necklace
Piece-by-piece, they stitched me
All I see is fake love, insecurity
Huh, I told her "baby, I’m sorry
Straight to my mattress, I was on smashing
Leave it in the past
[Bridge: Dana Williams, Aminé & Rejjie Snow]
Do anything for ya, that’s love
Love
Whoa-oh, our options are limitless
So stay up till sunrise (sunrise)
New phone, who’s this? And my life’s on charge
Blackest skin, disfigure my crimes
[Verse 1: Rejjie Snow]
The past, the past, the past, the past
Two months, seven days, oh, when you first came
The past, the past, the past, the past
[Chorus: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]

I want you to stay forever

Just let go of sorrow
She be like cancer, she be like dancing
Leave it in the past
Credit cards and losing my mind
Breakdance and boogie, my love

Leave it in the past

Pink and white, them panties matching
Leave it in the past

Tory Lanez, Major Lazer & Cashmere Cat – Miss You (Lyric Video)

Heaven, it feels like that
You left to go away

I will be different for you, you, you, you
[Hook: Tory Lanez]
Heaven, it feels like that
[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
I got nothing for you but time
[Hook: Tory Lanez]
Can I kiss it like that?

Oh you, you, you

Show me the things I gotta do, do, do, do
You’re unforgettable
There’s 24 hours in a day
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Oh you
‘Cause you always end up by my side
I think about you more than 24 times
For you, you, you
I won’t lie to you, no, no
Through loving you, I needed time
Oh yes, it’s true, true, true, true
There’s 24 hours in a day

I needed time, and now I’m like

Remember that
You, woah
Oh you
Oh you, you, you
Can I hit it like that?
Can I hit it like that?
Uh-huh, you know
Oh you, you, you
[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
[Outro: Tory Lanez]

But you’ve been on my mind
[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
I’ve been waiting on and on and-
Just trying not to think about you
I’ve been waiting
I think about you more than 24 times
Must I remind you, feelings don’t go astray, no
Like this, like that?
Took time to find you
Oh you, you, you

Like this, like that?

Took time to get you
Like this, like that?
Tried to forget you
I’ve been waiting
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
I got nothing for you but time

Can I hit it like that?
I can be different for you, you, you, you
Took time to let you know
Can I hit it like that?
But you’ve been on my mind
Remember that
Like this, like that?
For you, you, you
‘Cause you always end up by my side
Can I kiss it like that?
[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Uh-huh, you know
I won’t lie to you, no, no

I’ve been waiting
Just trying not to think about you
Through loving you, I needed time
I needed time, and now I’m like

Young Scooter – Jugg King

Lick hitter, bitch getter
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
Hey Tawn, turn that beat down
My baby mama left, I bought another nigga bitch
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
I’m a boss nigga, I’m bossed out like Rick Ross nigga
Nigga you a broke boy
You say you a dope boy but you ain’t sold no bricks
YoLil Daddy in this bitch here
Bitch I got them bags
If I pop I’ma ride nigga
You know Future that’s my nigga, Scooter!
You say you a lick man but you ain’t hit no licks
I ain’t talking clothes
You say you a lick man but you ain’t hit no licks
Hang around plugs nigga, you the dope man
You say you a hitman but you ain’t hit shit
Watch out for the cross nigga
You say you a hitman but you ain’t hit shit
I do what I want, you do what you can
I don’t trust niggas
They call me the Jugg King ’cause I got real swag
I be in your hood
Yeah I took a loss nigga
You paid a note, you ridin’ a rental, I got Freebandz
If you in the streets
I put on a show boy, you ain’t got no money
You say you a hitman but you ain’t hit shit
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
My baby mama left, I bought another nigga bitch
You a fuck nigga
You know this a pound house and we don’t sell halves
I do what I want, you do what you can
Ya dig
I do what I want, you do what you can
So I know what’s up with you
You say you a lick man but you ain’t hit no licks
I do what I want, you do what you can
Pot whipper, dope dealer
Goyard, a hundred racks inside nigga
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
You say you a dope boy but you ain’t sold no bricks
I do what I want, you do what you can
Nigga you a ho boy, you move a brick a month
My baby mama left, I bought another nigga bitch
You a worker nigga
Hey Tawn, turn that beat down?
Real dope boy
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
I do what I want, I got real cash
My shit paid for
I’m a boss nigga
I do what I want, you do what you can
Fly nigga
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
Five-fifty bands, you know what that cost nigga
Quick flipper
‘Cause I can’t take no loss nigga, I got Freebandz
I could get you touched nigga
Yeah Casino that’s my nigga, Scooter!
That means your trap too slow boy, every day I stunt
You say you a dope boy but you ain’t sold no bricks
I’m a real nigga
You ain’t got no drugs nigga

Beck – Fix Me

If the sea washes over the city tonight
The moon is a false alarm
I want you
[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t mind

I don’t mind
[Pre-Chorus]
If the sea washes over the city tonight
You might fix me
I want you
Someday you might see
You might crush me
Yeah, I want you
Nothing’s gonna do you harm
Start a new history
I’m set free
I want you
[Chorus]
[Outro]
I’m set free
Tonight
I want you
I want you
Oh, I want you
I want you

[Verse 2]

Branches on the trees have arms

Take a little piece of me
[Verse 1]
Except yourself

Tonight
[Chorus]
And you don’t know where you’ve gone

And trace it back to me

The ground is hollow, dark skies follow

Cousin Stizz – Lambo

She say I’m too hard to handle
I just wanna race a Lambo
Why these boys sound like samples

Pulled up and brought her friends here
Gucci be all on her sandals
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
I want the diamonds this clear
[Verse 2]
She say I’m too hard to handle
Heard you spit then changed the channel
[Chorus]
I just wanna race a Lambo
Stealing my swag by the handful
I’m drinkin’ straight dout the handle
I just wanna race a Lambo

I just wanna race a Lambo
Gucci be all on her sandals
Know you be flexing you talkin’ ’bout work
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
That’s just how we move like sopranos
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
I wanna shine like Ric fFair
We bust the work down and into shares
Anything possible you gotta get it and I had to make the example
I just wanna race a Lambo
I need a million this year
I got the Feds in a scramble
I just wanna race a Lambo

Let’s roll the dice and gamble
I just wanna race a Lambo
You know my circle ain’t into squares
Gucci be all on her sandals
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
I just wanna race a Lambo
I just wanna race a Lambo
You a beginner, don’t take it there
Just had to make that real clear
She say I’m too hard to handle
I just wanna race a Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Bro had his arm in the pan
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Know you be flexing you talkin’ ’bout work
I just wanna race a Lambo
I keep it lit like a candle
She say I’m too hard to handle
I put 10k on a mantle
You and me know they ain’t playin’ fair
But that ain’t ya pack, it’s ya man’s O
I just wanna race a Lambo
You know that we mobbin we keep the car running
Gotta blend in like a camo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
She gave me top so sincere
I just wanna race a Lambo

I brought the whole hood in here
I just wanna race a Lambo
Shawty come ride with a winner she taking it off ’cause I take her there
I just wanna race a Lambo
Gucci be all on her sandals
Know you be flexing you talkin’ ’bout work
She say I’m too hard to handle
But that ain’t ya pack, it’s ya man’s O
Gucci be all on her sandals
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
I just wanna race a Lambo
Duck in a Lambo, switch gears

Remy might make me go Rambo
She say I’m too hard to handle
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Way before I had a fan doe
The block got me covered like flannel
I just wanna race a Lambo
But that ain’t ya pack, it’s ya man’s O
I just wanna race a Lambo
Gucci be all on her sandals
[Verse 1]

Jonas Brothers – When You Look Me In The Eyes

When you’re right here by my side
I’ve been looking for that someone
I can’t take a day without you here
When you’re right here by my side
Can you ever find a home?
How long will I be waiting
When you look me in the eyes

When I hold you in my arms
When you look me in the eyes
I never make it on my own
I know that it’s forever
When you look me in the eyes
I can hold my head up high
And tell me that you love me
Everything’s alright
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah

Everything’s alright

When you look me in the eyes
Oh, I find my paradise
And tell me that you love me
Movin’ on, I start to realize
And tell me that you love me
I never wanna let you go
And tell me that you love me
When you look me in the eyes
I just got to let you know
To be with you again?

When you’re right here by my side

When you look me in the eyes
And it’s all because you’re by my side
You’re the light that make my darkness disappear
When you look me in the eyes
I find my paradise
Why it’s true
I can reach my tomorrow

When you’re right here by my side
‘Cause when you look me in the eyes
I catch a glimpse of heaven

I find my paradise

Everything’s alright
The place of loving you

There’s gotta be a million reasons

I catch a glimpse of heaven
When you look me in the eyes, oh, yeah, ah
I’m gonna tell you that I love you
Dreams can’t take
If the heart is always searching
Everything’s alright

In the best way that I can
I catch a glimpse of heaven

When you look me in the eyes

Phillip Phillips – Into The Wild

Into the wild (change you)
(Change you)
Drown me in slow motion
Into the wild
Into the wild

I won’t change you
Roll me like the thunder
Into the wild
Into the wild
Into the wild
For me tonight
I won’t tame you, no
Cause I’ll follow you
Kiss me like you’re heartless
When your heart is broken
Into the wild
Let me feel your hunger
I won’t tame you
And you can be my fault line
And I’ll follow you
‘Cause I’ll follow you
When the viper bites

And I’ll follow you
(Tame you)
Into the wild (change you)
I can be your landslide

Let’s jump and shake the earth
And I’ll follow you

Into the wild (tame you)

Chase me in the darkness
Steal the breath I’m holding
Into the wild (tame you)
Then run away and hide
You could take it with your smile
I’ll suck out all the poison
I won’t change you

Into the wild
Into the wild
Into the wild

ASAP Ferg – Family

Yeah, family tree
One dressed like Hammer and was an African dancer
The other had a caesar with some pants like Hammer
Oh, my family
And my grandmas, my grandma, one hit the hammer
Yeah, uh
I do it
Yeah, family tree
And my uncles, my uncle, one name is Pschyo
Was never home and showed up to be Santa (Ah)
Oh, my family
And I can’t stand her like "Dirty Diana" (Right)
[Verse 3]
Uh
Life’s a bitch, you’s my grandma, grandma
I do it
My mama always taught me
My fathers cross cost an arm and a hammer (Right)
[Verse 2]

And Pschyo was a Pschyo with a deuce in his Timbs
Oh, my family
Family
And my daddy, my daddy, he a savage
She kick her legs up, she a African dancer
Uh
Do it
My grandma had the arthritis, holdin’ the hammer (Yeah)
Oh, my family

He was wearin’ pandas, minks coats, now he in the slammer (Yeah)
[Chorus]
[Intro]
She kept it in the mattress, kept my unc’ out the slammer
T-Nice cooked the white slow, thank God he ain’t do life though
[?]
You can tell she is a fan of the Black Panthers
People think they broad is all from Atlanta (Yeah)
[Verse 1]

That’s what I’m sayin’, drug game like a cancer
My daddy had the silver mink matchin’ the Benz
[Chorus]
In and out with a shawty, she beat me for actin’ naughty
Yeah
Family tree
Yeah
Yeah, family
[Outro]
Oh, my family
T-Nice ran with a posse, only do damage (Right)

I hate it when my mama curse me out in the public
And red clothes with pit bulls, the red nose
Who you starin’ at?" My grandma say, "Lord of the planet"
Yeah, uh
Do it
Grandma, holy moly, she dancin’, I see Marcus Garvey on the wall and say "damn it
Keep the "Smith &" if you slippin’, you got rich, just let me get it
Do it

Fuckin’ bitches, the baddest and buyin’ whips to crash

Family tree
Life’s a tightrope, the fam give me balance
Yeah, family
Bring it back
I said, "My mama"
T-Nice introduced me to some killers for friends
With me as I climb the mountains are the rich and the famous
I used to hang out with gang bangers like Santana that wear bandanas

Lil Uzi Vert – 200 My Dash

Plugg DJ suckas
Swervin’ the range that’s the Rover (it’s fire)
200 my dash
The Plug
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Pull out a hundred can’t give my girl 99 of it I blessed my chick (yeah)
Hold up (what)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
You tryna act like you like me (hu)

Woah, woah, woah, woah
I hope I don’t crash (woah)
Money so thick I can’t fold it (can’t fold it)
I hope I don’t crash (woah)
You got your first piece of Rafs (huh), you tryna flex and shit (yeah)
I got that bread in the toaster (woah)
Told her don’t call my phone (yeah)
I had your girl I won’t hold up (lil uzi)
I know why you mad
I had to rest my drip (yeah) (hey)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Cause I got that cash
Got the chopper with no holster (bah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Told her you talk too much (yeah)

Just wanna check, you bitch (huh)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
200 my dash
I’m flexin’ my bag (Flex)
My new girl yeah that shit fulgar (unh)
I hope I don’t crash (woah)
Don’t want no sex you bitch (damn)
I’m flexin’ my bag
I hit the shot with the floater
I know why you mad
Double cup I with the potion
Carry my shirt cause it’s Gucci (huh)
And my bullets hit like boulders (damn)
Feelings ain’t catching it (yuh)
Scope got the aim with the ruler (fire)
I’m driving too fast (slow down, slow down)
I flooded AP, like Rollie (woah)
I got that bread in the toaster (woah)
Twelve pull up told me to slow up (skrr)
Can’t fit in my pockets so I envelope it (gun sounds)
I start the fan in the [?] (I love my plug)
Baby girl rest your lips (yuh)
Cause I got the cash
She want the neck, you bitch (huh)
I told that girl I’m reloaded (damn)
I love my plug
Can’t get the check, you bitch (bye) (yuh)
Baby girl rest your lips (yuh)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
I do not go to the club
I know why you mad
Woah, woah, woah, woah
I found out she no deep throater (ha)

I had to rest my drip (yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Drive in the Lamb like a lotus
Yeah, 200 my dash
She suck my dick like a stick (yah)
I got so much money boy they be watchin’ that I had to rest my drip (yeah)
Don’t want no messages (yuh)
Cause I got that cash

Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah

I’m driving too fast (slow down, slow down)
I’m flexin’ my bag
.30 rounds all in my clip (yah)
Not with the texting, bitch (hello)
Diamonds they hit like the ocean (yah)
Woah, woah, woah woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah

Spin around in with a donut (vroom)
Just wanna check, you bitch (hunh)
That shit might knock on my shoulder (gun sounds)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
I’m driving too fast (slow down, slow down)
My crib where my section is (yeah)

Toni Braxton – Heart Away (feat. Birdman)

(Heart away)
Heart away
Go to church free the birds on Sundays
Heart away
[Verse 1]
Heart away
I got something worth more than money
Heart away
Know I’m shooting for the stars
(Heart away)
Heart away
Hell no, I was just in LA in my Bently
[Intro]
Know a nigga want it all
Hanging with Stunna, heyyy
Now a girl’s a living legend
Had her check in the back of my benz
Whole bag of cash when I greet ya
I took her heart I won’t lie
Ball hard and imma treat ya
Had a few broads or hoes but I ain’t like it
5 star be the done
Heart away
I don’t need anybody for nothing
He took my hear away
Heart away
I had to baller play
Heart away
Steering wheel the right side
He took my heart away
Hell no, I was just in LA in my Bently
He gave my heart away
So much pain I took you away from it
(what) Guess what I did?
Middle finger he could have it
Heart away
I use to dream of living lavish
So me and my kids
Heart away
I had to baller play
Hanging with Stunna, heyyy
Heart away
Know I’m buying all the cars
I woke up the next day and packed up my deal
I been through harder days
He took my hear away
(Heart away)
He took my hear away
When I pull up on you I’m stunting
Heart away
[Chorus]
I don’t need anybody for nothing
Heart away
Got a rich nigga from the hood
He took my heart away
[Verse 2]
Didn’t know how to say a prayer, just giving that love away

Heart away
Turned and left me in the cut and now I’m hunting
[Chorus]
Didn’t know how to say a prayer, just giving that love away
Turned and left me in the cut and now I’m hunting
Good girl with the bad guys
I dreamt [?] my fashion
Heart away

Heart away
You got a bad man feeling good
If I ain’t eating then i’m fasting no
He gave my heart away
[?]
I ain’t asking anybody for nothing
He took my hear away
Heart away
Heart away
I couldn’t fit it (couldn’t fit it)
(Heart away)
It didn’t work so I gave it to one of my sisters
He took my hear away
Heart away
(Heart away)
He took my hear away
Proper plane baby come meet ya
(Heart away)
(Heart away)

Overseas and we high
(Heart away)
Matching cars on the beach
Played me like it was a habbit
He took my heart away, bad man with bad manners
Turned and left me in the cut and now I’m hunting
I been through harder days
Heart away
But I ain’t never had nuttin like it
He took my hear away
Heart away