Daily Archives: February 11, 2018

Sonny Digital – Keep It Real

Strictly for the winners
Strictly for the winners
Strictly for the winners
Gotta keep it silent when you playing in the field
Strictly for the winners
[Chorus]
Cause you ain’t keep it real
Let’s just keep it real
Let’s just keep it real

[Chorus]
Got in your face, Olay
Cause you ain’t keep it real
[?]
Tell me what’s the deal
[Intro]
[?]
I don’t know you, put your phone on the tray
Tell me what’s the deal
Rolly on my wrist got my wrist on froze
Ain’t too much that changed nigga
[?] though we ball out
Only fuck ’em once then dismiss them hoes
If I gotta be there I’ma fly there over night
Strictly for the winners
I’m the type of nigga that’ll [?] them hoes
Know I’m a beast but I ain’t living on the hype
I ain’t tell nobody but I’m about to sign a deal
If I removed all your chains, you a lame nigga
Niggas say they know me, man this shit been getting real
But back then they didn’t want me now they tryna chill
Strictly for the winners
[?] nigga
[?] bitch I’m grown, don’t play
It’s a shame nigga
Cause you ain’t keep it real
Strictly for the winners
I ain’t tell nobody but I’m about to sign a deal
Lord forgive me cause I’ma be in there tonight
Gotta keep it silent when you playing in the field, for real
And them bitches yeah they came quickly

Strictly for the winners
Strippers in the club and they’re dancing every night
[Verse 1]
[Verse 2]
Ayy, let’s just keep it real

But back then they didn’t want me now they tryna chill
Strictly for the winners
Bitch we only going hard now
Lord forgive ’em cause you know they ain’t living right
Strictly for the winners
Do it for the winners
[Chorus]
I ain’t tell nobody but I’m about to sign a deal
First class on the flight
[?] I ain’t talking about the the dyke
Tell me what’s the deal

For all the sins I committed in my life
Fuck you and every nigga who came with you

Hope the Lord forgive me
You the type of nigga that’ll miss them hoes
Strictly for the winners
Used to want a little bit but now a nigga want it all now
Niggas say they know me, man this shit been getting real
Strictly for the winners

Yuh, yuh, yuh

Felix Jaehn – Cool (feat. Marc E. Bassy & Gucci Mane)

Schuwop
Your new friends will say anything
I don’t know what you’re dying to prove
Remember, you told me we’d always stay homies from day one
To make her slide through, I gotta tell her some slick
So hit me up when you’re over being cool
Designer diva, we both materialistic (Guc)

Remember, you told me we’d always stay homies from day one
But if you wanna know the truth
But if you wanna know the truth
And now you’re not who you used to be
Remember, you told me we’d always stay homies from day one
When no one else gave a fuck about a single word you said
Remember, you told me you’d never forget where you came from
So this is how it’s gonna be?
Cool

Kinda funny just how quickly you forget
I should have known you wouldn’t at the time, no no
But if you wanna know the truth

Your new friends will say anything
Promise me you’ll never change

Bassy] [Pre-Chorus: Marc E.
Bassy] [Pre-Chorus: Marc E.
Cool
You don’t even try
Used to ask me for my help
[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
But if they can’t read between the lines, they illiterate
And now you’re not who you used to be

Your new friends will say anything
Remember, you told me you’d never forget where you came from

You’re texting me on my birthday
But can’t explain why you never come around no more
Ugly bitch only point me to a pretty chick (yeah)
We ain’t turning down, not even a little bit (no)

Uh, yeah, go
[Pre-Chorus: Marc E. Bassy]
Cool

So hit me up when you’re over being cool
Bassy] [Chorus: Marc E.
Hit me up when you’re over being cool
I got her sprung for my dick, she addicted (yeah)
Skinny chick only point me to a thick bitch (yeah)
I see you treat me differently
Hit me up when you’re over being cool

I thought your homegirl was cool, but she flipped it (no)
I got a rude girl, rich off her lipstick (mwah)
[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Heh?
And now you’re not who you used to be
I don’t know what you’re dying to prove
[Verse 2: Marc E. Bassy]
[Post-Chorus]
[Verse 1: Marc E. Bassy]
In a minute I’ll be there, no matter where
So hit me up when you’re over being cool
Remember, you told me you’d never forget where you came from
[Chorus: Marc E. Bassy]
Bassy] [Chorus: Marc E.
So many diamonds in it, where her wrist at
I don’t know what you’re dying to prove
Hit me up when you’re over being cool
‘Cause you don’t need therapy on a Friday night
It’s Gucci
Don’t listen to them hoes, man that’s gossip (oh)

And you said you’d be there for me, I can’t believe
I’m from the 6, but I ball like the fifth pick (ball)

LOCASH – Don’t Get Better Than That (Lyric Video)

Raise a lot of hell on a Friday night
Ever go all in when you’re free falling
Holding on your honey under neon lights
Ever smelled the air right after the rain
Raise a lot of hell on a Friday night
[Bridge]

Sipping on a sunset, crushing cans
Felt the waves touch your toes off the coast of Cali
Lost count counting stars ’cause there’s just so many in the sky
Ever caught a buzz floating down the river
It don’t get better than that
Ever felt that rush from a leap of faith

Felt like you’re right where you’re meant to be

It don’t get better than that
[Verse 2]
Knowing where you’ve been, loving where you’re at
Ever looked in the her eyes and seen forever
Knowing where you’ve been, loving where you’re at
Knowing where you’ve been, loving where you’re at
Like you and me

A little Nitty Gritty turned up full blast
Ever hit that shot when everybody’s looking
A little Nitty Gritty turned up full blast
Ever found the truth on a Sunday morning
Ever come back home just for Momma’s cooking
Rolling with a full tank, wasting gas
[Outro]
It don’t get better than that
A little Nitty Gritty turned up full blast
Rolling with a full tank, wasting gas
[Chorus]
Raise a lot of hell on a Friday night
Rolling with a full tank, wasting gas
Sipping on a sunset, crushing cans
Yeah it don’t get better than
[Chorus]
Holding on your honey under neon lights
Ever heard the words "I love you, Daddy"
[Chorus]
Holding on your honey under neon lights
It don’t get better than that
It don’t get better than that
Sipping on a sunset, crushing cans
Don’t they look good tonight

It don’t get better, it don’t get better than that
It don’t get better than that
[Verse 1]

Marshmello & Anne-Marie – Friends (Lyric Video)

Turning up at my door
Ohhh-oh, ohhh-oh, ohhh,oh

You’re not my lover, more like a brother

Haven’t I made it obvious?
Only gonna push me away, that’s it!

F-R-I-EN-D-S
[Verse 1: Anne-Marie]
[Pre-Chorus: Anne-Marie]
F-R-I-EN-D-S
So don’t go look at me with that look in your eye
It’s two in the morning, the rain is pouring
Have you got no shame? You looking insane
Don’t mess it up, talking that shit
Haven’t I made it obvious? (Have I not made it obvious?)
Haven’t I made it clear?
You say you love me, I say you crazy
F-R-I-EN-D-S
Want me to spell it out for you? (to spell it out for you?)
Want me to spell it out for you?
F-R-I-EN-D-S
[Pre-Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Only gonna push me away, that’s it
[Chorus: Anne-Marie]
I’ve told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times
Don’t go look at me with that look in your eye
[Bridge: Anne-Marie]
(I made it very obvious) Haven’t I made it obvious?
That’s how you f***** spell "friends"

Haven’t we been here before?
F-R-I-EN-D-S
Haven’t I made it clear?
Ahhh-oh, ahhh-oh, ahh-oh
F-R-I-EN-D-S
No, no, yeah, uh, ahh
Don’t go look at me with that look in your eye
Haven’t I made it obvious?
Want me to spell it out for you?
Here we go again

Haven’t I made it clear? (Haven’t I?)
Haven’t I made it clear? (I made it very clear)

We’re just friends
Oooh-oh, Oooh-woh
Don’t mess it up, talking that shit
F-R-I-EN-D-S
[Refrain: Anne-Marie]

[Chorus: Anne-Marie]

Haven’t I made it obvious? (Haven’t I made it?)
Haven’t I made it clear? (Haven’t I made it clear?)
Want me to spell it out for you?
You really ain’t going nowhere without a fight
[Outro: Anne-Marie]
You really ain’t going away without a fight

F-R-I-EN-D-S
I’ve told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times

[Verse 2: Anne-Marie]
Haven’t I made it clear? (I made it very clear)
[Pre-Chorus: Anne-Marie]
F-R-I-EN-D-S
We’re nothing more than friends
Here we go again
I’ve told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times

I known you since we were like ten, yeah
[Refrain: Anne-Marie]
[Intro: Anne-Marie]

You can’t be reasoned with, I’m done being polite
Want me to spell it out for you?

F-R-I-EN-D-S
Oooh-oh, Oooh-woh
You can’t be reasoned with, I’m done being polite
[Chorus: Anne-Marie]
You can’t be reasoned with, I’m done being polite
Want me to spell it out for you? (yeah)
When you say you love me, that make me crazy
Haven’t I made it obvious?
Get that shit inside your head
You looking insane Have you got no shame?
You really ain’t going away without a fight
F-R-I-EN-D-S
F-R-I-EN-D-S (I said F-R-I-EN-D-S)

Migos – Notice Me (feat. Post Malone)

Birds in the traps singin’ like Jodeci
Ayy, I wanna fly, fly, fly on it

Ayy, I wanna fly, fly, fly on it
Get on my knees, prayin’ to God to cover me
I clear my mind and I had a vision (I had a vision)
I pull her slowly
Drop my top, now I’m exposin’ me (skrrt, skrrt)
We sell out the whole facility
Versace slippers colored burgundy (‘Sace)
Rappers be talkin’, think they hurtin’ me (uh uh)
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me (ayy)
I told that bitch to drop a four for me (drop a four)
Keep my eyes, eyes, eyes on her
Ayy, I wanna fly, fly, fly on it
Saint Laurent on both my feet
Ayy, I wanna ride, ride, ride on it

Can I vibe, vibe, vibe on it?
She sniffin’ the lines, assembly (lines)
I pull her slowly
Wanna cry, cry, cry on her
And you know I got that Rol’ on me
Extortion publishin’, you owe it to me (you know you owe)
I tip a bitch just ’cause of my courtesy (tippin’)

[Verse 2: Offset]
And you know I got that Rol’ on me

Doin’ shows, I’m on stage for it, Saint Laurent on my feet
I took his ho, make her come work for me (bitch)
I pull her slowly
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me
[Chorus: Post Malone]
Saint Laurent on both my feet
Comin’ up watchin’ them niggas on TV like they were what I wanted to be (wanted to)
Ayy, I wanna ride, ride, ride on it
Then do a show, pick up my currency (backend)
Run to the money, we tryna get fitted (run to the money)
Got your ho with me
I came from the pot with Kimberly (pot)
Get live, yeah
[Post-Chorus: Quavo]
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me
And you know I got that Rol’ on me
Keep my eyes, eyes, eyes on her
I’m droppin’ the top and showin’ the titties (drop top)

[Outro: Quavo]
Got your ho with me
Ridin’ ’round the city, sippin’ a tea, packin’ the heat, niggas that lookin’ for me (lookin’ for)
Fox Five, Five, Five on it
Not likin’ your vibe, your energy (vibe)
Fox Five, Five, Five on it
I pull her slowly
I pull her slowly
Get live, yeah
I pull her slowly
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me
Saint Laurent on both my feet
We had a good time in Italy (time)
[Intro]
[Chorus: Post Malone]
[Verse 1: Takeoff]
And then I arrive with twenty-five bitches (then they arrive)
Now I’m the one, gettin’ paid for it, thank God, it’s a blessin’ to see (naw, for real)
A lot of these rappers gettin’ old to me (they kinda old)
Nawfside, yeah

Good job, First

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Got your ho with me
Keep my eyes, eyes, eyes on her
Wanna cry, cry, cry on her
[Post-Chorus: Quavo]
[Post-Chorus: Quavo]
Saint Laurent on both my feet
Saint Laurent on both my feet
Ayy, I wanna ride, ride, ride on it
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me
Get live, yeah

Saint Laurent on both my feet
Can I vibe, vibe, vibe on it?
Wanna cry, cry, cry on her
Fox Five, Five, Five on it
Can I vibe, vibe, vibe on it?

Keep the Draco case an emergency (grr, grat)
Can we ride, yeah
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me
[Chorus: Post Malone]
Yo, these niggas be lyin’ about loyalty (lyin’)
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me

PartyNextDoor – More Than Friends (Fеаt. Tory Lanez)

I know, time is tickin’, tickin’, want my mind blown
(You know that’s all I wanna do)

I need you to get it
You know that’s all I wanna do
I know you wanna trust me, girl
You got me on standby
You ain’t worried ’bout the cash
Why won’t you let me love you?

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Why won’t you let me love you?
[Pre-Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
You love the way I pull the Porsche out
You know that’s all I wanna do
I want you to be more than my homie
Ride for you, I’ll die for you
Take you to Moshi Moshi

On Pembroke Pines
Can I pull up later, baby?
You know that’s all I wanna do
I cannot forget it, girl, you’re my only
Why won’t you let me love you?
Why won’t you let me love you?
You know that’s all I wanna do
Wind the window down
I know, time is tickin’, tickin’, want my mind blown
[Verse 1: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Tryna be tearin’ me fine, yeah
Let my nigga PARTY sing it because…
[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
I just don’t know how to bring it
You know that’s all I wanna do
See the diamonds in the dash
Ride for you, I’ll die for you
[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
You know that’s all I wanna do
Not tryna wing it
Trust me, yeah, trust me
Love me, yeah, love me
Tryna get your tan on
Tryna wine and dine
In my best designer
I’ma dawg, I’ma freak
I cannot forget it, girl, you’re my only
Why won’t you let me love you?

I need you to get it
But you know I got the game that be feelin’ like a cheat
You know that’s all I wanna do
I know you wanna love me, girl
Know I dig you, wanna make you mine
You know that’s all I wanna do
Ride for you, I’ll die for you
I want you to be more than my homie
Shawty wastin’ time, but it’s time to make your mind up
Tell your friends that I’m your homie, I’m not tryna be
Why won’t you let me love you?
[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Why won’t you let me love you?
Why won’t you let me love you?
Got the stars in the roof, double R’s in the seat

Why won’t you let me love you?
I’m a player, baby you fuckin’ my mind up
I know you like the way the 458 skates
Come fuck with me I’ll beat that pussy W-E-T

You know that’s all I wanna do
[Pre-Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]

Stalley – Holy Quran

But what’s money but selfish ways and no one’s proud of me
[Chorus]
Authentic like this book I hold in palm

Holy Quran
Holy Quran
They want me to change but some things just can’t be rewritten
[Chorus]

And plant these good seeds of mine, hope they see the signs
Hype converters, wave surfers, they don’t serve no purpose
Ho-Holy Quran
With mercy, embrace all things, (through this) Holy Quran
Comfortable in my own skin, even if no one notice me
(Swiff D)
A gluttonous approach, with a selfish mentality
Authentic like this book I hold in palm
It’s insane, the percentage of my niggas that’s gone
Ho-Holy Quran
Holy Quran
What’s hatnin’ in the White House got my black thoughts runnin’
Holy Quran
Deeply rooted in this evil, I’m tryna crop out somethin’
God of gods, light of light, they all true and living
They want me to change but some things just can’t be rewritten
They want me to change, want me in reins
Government at the service, God save us, we out here livin’ worthless
The ugly truth, got fat pockets and high calories
They tryna crucify me for my originality
I’m written and unbothered, completely who I’m ‘posed to be
With mercy, embrace all things, (through this) Holy Quran
Locked up in cage, head full of rage
[Chorus]
And broke free of every iron hand that had a hold on me
Ho-Holy Quran

Authentic like this book I hold in palm
Ho-Holy Quran

Why my people dyin’ on Vine, swear that Facebook live
Holy Quran
God of gods, light of light, they all true and living
Fake friends, backstabbers, they be knifin’ at my skin
Ho-Holy Quran

Desensitized by murder, murder, bloody murder
God of gods, light of light, they all true and living
[Verse 1]
Holy Quran
Ho-Holy Quran
[Verse 2]
They want me to change but some things just can’t be rewritten
The wicked ways of sin, I be fightin’ all these Jinns
With mercy, embrace all things, (through this) Holy Quran

And all my niggas that’s home, hold your head and stay strong
Holy Quran
Holy Quran
Likes and retweets don’t help in hands, just all observers
But notably, I’m known as King, someone who control this dream
I rose from the ghetto without a thorn in my stem
[Intro]
They say a man’s worth depends on salary
Holy Quran
Holy Quran

Whethan & Dua Lipa – High (From “Fifty Shades Freed”)

Don’t we get a little high
[Chorus: Dua Lipa]

[Post-Chorus: Dua Lipa]
Don’t we get a little high
[Post-Chorus: Dua Lipa]
You don’t have to be so cautious if you practice what you preach
Don’t we get a little, get a little

[Verse 1: Dua Lipa]
Don’t ask me to be righteous if you practice what you teach
Counting all your blessings the second you’re down on your knees
Counting up the stacks on the counter, a fucking disease
Get a little high, high
Don’t we get a little, get a little
[Bridge: Dua Lipa]

So why, why

Don’t we get a little high, high?
Not counting all the minutes, the seconds, not holdin’ my breath

Not gonna learn my lesson, am I running out of time?
Painted with aggression, and dripping when you call
Don’t wanna pay attention to the writing on the wall
[Verse 2: Dua Lipa]
[Chorus: Dua Lipa]
[Post-Chorus: Dua Lipa]
Get a little high, high

Don’t we get a little, get a little
Now sinking from the surface, swimming in my lungs
Losing all my vision, religion, I’m holding my tongue
Don’t we get a little high

Keep my head under the water, pride buried in my chest
So why, why
Don’t we get a little high, high?
Get a little high, high
So, why, why, why?

Calum Scott & Leona Lewis – You Are The Reason (Duet Version)

There goes my hands shaking
I’d climb every mountain
Keeping you safe oh
[Bridge: Calum Scott & Leona Lewis]
And swim every ocean
I’d climb every mountain
You are
I’d climb every mountain

Just to be with you
Oh, cause I need you to see

Come a little closer, I need you to hold me tonight
And fix what I’ve broken
And swim every ocean
Cause I need you to see
My heart keeps bleeding
Just to be with you
That I’m still breathing
That you are the reason
I need you now oh
And fix what I’ve broken

That you are the reason
There goes my mind racing

And fix what I’ve broken
That you are the reason
[Verse 4: Calum Scott and Leona Lewis & Both]
There goes my heart beating
A little closer now, just a little closer now

If I could turn back the clock
[Outro: Calum Scott, Leona Lewis & Both]
And you are the reason
Oh, cause I need you to see
Cause you are the reason

That you are the reason
I don’t want to fight no more
I’d make sure the light defeated the dark
[Chorus: Calum Scott, Leona Lewis & Both]
And you are the reason
Please come back now
[Chorus: Calum Scott, Leona Lewis & Both]
I’m losing my sleep
And swim every ocean
I don’t want to cry no more come back, I need you to hold me
Just to be with you
I don’t want to hide no more
[Verse 1: Calum Scott]
[Verse 3: Leona Lewis]
I’m hopeless now
I’d spend every hour, of every day oh
[Verse 2: Leona Lewis]

Black Atlass – My Life

Baby till the day I —

[Post-Chorus]
Living on the edge of a dream
Living on the other side of the screen
Two drinks in my lap in the morning light
[Post-Chorus]
I’m flying
And I love you, and I love you, I do, oh
This is my life
What if I can never be there?
This is my life
Living on the other side of the screen
Looking through my mind
This is my life

[Verse 2]
This is my life
Driving down Sunset, hair rolling back and over my arms

[Pre-Chorus]

What If I would always hide?
[Chorus]

To the day I die
Living on the edge of a dream
Living on the other side of the screen
Living on the other side of the screen
I’m racing so fast, driving on no gas, you’re by my side
Looking through my mind
[Pre-Chorus]
What if I can never be there?
And I love you, and I love you, I do, oh
What If I would always hide?

Living on the edge of a dream
This is my life
Touching down, another place on the map, you’re by my side
Baby till the day I die
What if you were temporary?
What if you were temporary?
This is my life
[Verse 1]

[Chorus]
To the day I die
Living on the edge of a dream

Khalid – Location (Remix) (feat. Jorja Smith & Wretch 32)

Should I throw in the towel or throw you vowels?

I don’t need nothing else but you
‘Cause I want your vibrations and frequencies
Nothing else but you
Give me neck, your neck’ll spin like an owl, I’ll spin you ’round
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Smiley, I’m skin and teeth ’cause your skinnin’ out

Won’t be surprised if I’m feelin’ the same way that you do
But this is new to me, this is new to you
Let’s ride the vibrations
‘Cause I just need the time and place to come through, no
Not a stranger to the fall
[Verse 1: Khalid]
Focus on communication
Gather my attention it was all for you, so don’t
Let’s ride the vibrations
Send me your location, let’s
‘Cause I just need the time and place to come through (place to come through)
Oh, oh, oh
Let’s ride the vibrations
Take advantage, don’t leave my heart damaged
Oh, oh, oh, mmm, mmm, mmm
[Verse 3: Wretch 32]

At times I wonder why I fool with you

Send me your location
So send me your location
I follow through That’s what they do…
[Chorus: Khalid]
I just wish you wouldn’t mind to call me back, no
Send me your location, let’s
Send to me whatever you’ve been thinkin’ ’bout
oh To understand that things go a little bit better when you plan it…
[Verse 2: Jorja Smith]

Oh, oh, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Focus on communicating
I don’t need nothing else but you
They need attention, you need affection
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Send me your location, let’s
[Outro: Khalid]
I don’t need nothing else but you
I.e., I felt your presence upon your entrance
Send me your location
If you’re guilty that’s a life full of diamonds without the pressures
[Chorus: Khalid]
Focus on communicating

I’ve been, constantly tryin’ to track you down

I don’t need nothing else but you
Send me your location
Do, do, do, do, do, do
I’m a stranger to this all
Initially, I didn’t wanna fall for you
Your ex is cussin’, he’s supposed to, that’s an excuse
[Chorus: Wretch 32]
My only sentence, I’ll leave you breathless
[Chorus: Jorja Smith & Khalid]
Send me wherever you were writin’
Only trees and seeds
And raccoon, you’re in my circle, that’s eternal, we’re in the loop
I don’t need nothing else but you
‘Cause I just need the time and place to come through (place to come through)

Joey Bada$$ & Chuck Strangers – 80 Blocks

They tell I’ma wear myself out, but that’s the dress code (swag)
Thank Christ for savin’ my life today
Self-destruct with no fucks, all of to give up
Pro Era apostle (preach), nigga droppin’ gospels
We survived, we here, we got this, which I think is out of sight" "We’re still surviving, you know we took our bruises and we came out.
God is the king of all on earth

[Outro]
To whom I try to give a mental boost when I’m in the booth
Chalk it up to human nature, ’cause it’s just what men do (it’s just what men do)
Fine lines between egos and insecurities
I took the pain like I pull it from my wisdom tooth (nigga)
I’m blessed to see a brighter day (blessed)
Know I have the right of way
You can teach a man a lesson, but don’t make him feel stupid
We securin’ bags, you niggas insecure and mad[?]
Keep the heat, the stash, if you got [?]
I’m Chuck, Strangers
You ain’t less of a man if you don’t squeeze (if you don’t squeeze, don’t squeeze)
Uhh, but he’s the type of guy you can go to and talk to, you know? "I mean the reason they call him ‘Crazy Joe’ he goes off once in a while.
Hold up
But after him know that the Era is first (know that)
What’s life like now? Shots of the expresso
And ’cause of this, inside of me, kept hidden, it’s hideous (uh)
We all out here just tryna be

[Intro]
One hundred thirty on the dash, that’s if my nigga Lex drove
Joey, he’d go out there and talk to ’em and they’ll listen, suddenly Joe will go crazy, you know?"

Chucky be a reverend, Psalm 47
Been through the struggle, made it out, I’m the livin’ proof
I’d rather to be safe, never know what to expect yo
I’m up early mornin’, breakin’ fast through the thresholds (uh-huh)
[Interlude]
Usually we positive, just tryna stay blessed though
But, like if I do them, like in the past, I don’t go around bragging ‘I done this, I done that,’ to myself so nobody knows about it. "And like I see a whole new future opening up for me and like I really don’t want to do all the things I’ve done over the years before. And when nobody knows, word don’t get out and you don’t get busted." I really don’t want to do them again.
And that’s ugly truth, I’m speakin’ from my troubled youth
[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
Put me on, don’t put me down, my g
In the streets, we livin’ in, niggas invidious, serious
You not necessarily a man if you do

Unlock the swag and nigga let’s go
‘Uhh Joey, look these guys are doin’ somethin’ they have no reason to be doin’, I mean, what’s goin’ on here?’
Gettin’ star bucks been the basic manifesto
Know it’s all about knowin’ your worth
Now every day I wake up, with more bullshit as I arrive to the pulpit
[Verse 2: Chuck Strangers]
Keep me away from ruthless
First me and Robi break up

Blink 182 – American Dream

I just wanna make enough to pay dividends

[Chorus]
They teach us to hate what we see in the mirror
Less money, less options, lot of rules
Shawty claim she a feminist and her ex man feminine

I took a break, had some things I had to get sorted
Yeah, they said I wouldn’t make it
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Look at them
How to make it in America
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
[Verse 1]
Look at them

We coolin’ out in the whip and I done damn near smashed every girl on my list
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
New money, no class
God damn girl you know that he average
God damn girl you know I’m a savage
Look, I’m very important
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
And shawty got potential, I scout that
I’m the American dream
Uh
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
Phelps in the pool, I’m like Speith at the masters
Then invest in black businesses
Real nigga, day one, ain’t a lot of us
We the American dream
I’m like, "You funny"
We the American dream
New money
Six figures, five shows, big ballin’
Laughing at my haters like, "You dummies"
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
[Chorus]

Look at them
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
KD at the three, Djokovic with the racket
Now I’m in the Benz truck with a new honey
Use the wine glasses for dirty fantas
Mom worked two jobs, it was hard for us
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance

The system set us up for failure
[Bridge]
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
God damn girl you know you a bad bitch
Kids from my hood look up to the drug dealers
Table dancing in South Hampton
God damn girl you know I’m a savage
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
New money, no class
We the American dream
Just another day in America
The night is young, girl what can you do for me?
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
New money, no class
But it can’t break our spirit
She say she in love, but I doubt that
Another day in the U.S.A
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
New money, no class
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Jordan I might retire in my prime like I’m M.
Look at them
Me and sis made it out, now she proud of us
Maybe it’s the drugs or the clout
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans

Wasn’t like my rich friends, had a lot to lose
I’m the American dream
[Chorus]
So when that first deal came it was opportune

They ain’t teach me how to rap in those private schools
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
Look at them
I get love in the north, I get love in the south, yeah

Fat Joe – Pick It Up (feat. Dre)

Pick it up (whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Whole clique lit (nah im just sayin’)
[Verse 1: Fat Joe & Dre]
Pick it up (whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Takin’ flights to LA on a Wednesday yeah, (Westide!)
Pick it up (whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa)
We bout that ace life, gold bottles like Dre’s height

[Verse 2: Dre]
But them bitches don’t be showin’ pussy (cot!)
Fuck Trump my nigga, all you ho ass niggas
I love a boss bitch makin mo-ooh-ooh-oohves
Now I’m in the spot blowing money like a athlete

Cotdamnit, cotdamnit
Pick it up (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Ho Pop that pussy pick it up
Might as well throw it on a bitch (nah im just sayin’)
Ho Pop that pussy pick it up
Bust a brick open, had to drop it on her ass cheeks (ho, ho,ho)
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up (bitch bend it over pick it up)
Pick it up (whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa)
[Intro: Dre]
While you at it, cop a nigga something too-ooh-oooh-ooh
[Bridge: Fat Joe]
Bitches slippin’ on them ones, and they love to at me
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up (bitch bend it over pick it up)
Hustle out of Starlets on a Tuesday, yeah

I peeped you on that gram, and you be slingin’ that pussy (ho!)
I love the ones that’s makin money mo-ooh-ooh-ooves
I bought all those, got these ho’s yelling gordo
This go out to Angels, Starlets, King of Diamonds, VLive
Pretty Lou about the same life, lets get it
Pick it up (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
All my bitches is foreign, and they take a knee for em’ (ho,ho,ho)
[Chorus: Dre]
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up (bitch bend it over pick it up)
This is
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up (bitch bend it over pick it up)
Ho pick it up, pick it up (ho, pop that pussy pick it up)
Seen me in the drop top last week

Yeah, she probably work at angels on a Monday, yeah

Even those that I don’t know
Ho pick it up, pick it up (ho, pop that pussy pick it up)
[Chorus: Dre]
Pick it up (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I like to be in the pussy, but never being a pussy
Girl Collection, G5ive, you know, strip clubs world wide
Pick it up (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Dance at the bar, hands on the bar

The type to buy her own fuckin sho-ooh-ooh-es
Pick it up (whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa)
[Chorus: Dre]
Ho pick it up, pick it up (ho, pop that pussy pick it up)
Make a hater sick (nah im just sayin’)
Cotdamnit, cotdamnit, (this is)
Ass hit the floor, pussy poppin’ on the dough
How you out here hatin’ on these bitches (Dawg, I’m jus sayin)
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up (bitch bend it over pick it up)
Ho pick it up, pick it up (ho, pop that pussy pick it up)

Ho pick it up, pick it up (ho, pop that pussy pick it up)

Pick it up (whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Dance at the bar, hands on the bar
Pick it up (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Ho pick it up, pick it up (ho, pop that pussy pick it up)
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up (bitch bend it over pick it up)
Ass hit the floor, pussy poppin’ on the dough
Pick it up (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Calvin Harris – Nuh Ready Nuh Ready (feat. Partynextdoor)

[Verse 2]
Won’t make me feel like I love you
That’s givin’ your attraction, to me
Keep it real with you
Mi nuh ready fi all dem tings
We haffi run from half of di gyal dem
I strapped up ’cause they mapped up
Yeah, mi nuh ready fi all dem things yet
So sweet, so sweet
So sweet, you’re so sweet, yeah
Mi nuh ready fi all dem tings
Mi nuh ready fi all dem tings
Mi and di mandem
Yeah, I just want you, nobody else, baby
[Verse 1]
She call me kid, kid, kid
Mi nuh ready fi all dem tings
So sweet, so sweet
I don’t wanna get too far
So sweet, you’re so sweet
When it’s mi and di mandem
Don’t want mi children and tings
So sweet, so sweet, yeah
Yeah, I’m not ready fi all dem tings yet
Don’t want mi children and tings
[Chorus]
Just ’cause I thought you was special
I gotta keep it honest
I’m not ready fi all dem tings yet

She say mi too-too sweet
When I was in the disco
Can’t keep following these signs
So sweet, so sweet
Mi nuh ready fi all dem tings

She say mi tooth-tooth sweet
Last night I awoke up and I fucked the baddest bitch
Don’t want mi children and tings
Mi nuh ready fi all dem tings yet
So sweet, you’re so sweet
So sweet, so sweet
[Chorus]
So sweet, you’re so sweet
Start to feel like it’s mad love
It’s just you that I want
So sweet, so sweet
Mi nuh ready fi all dem tings yet
We haffi run from half of di gyal dem
So sweet, you’re so sweet
Baby, girl, I won’t settle
Don’t want mi children and ting’
We haffi run from half of di gyal dem
Don’t make me feel like I love you
Don’t want mi children and tings
Mi nuh ready fi all dem tings
We haffi run from half of di gyal dem
[Chorus]
I had dreams of fuckin’ the baddest bitch
Mi and di mandem
We haffi run from half of di gyal dem
Mi nuh ready fi all dem tings
‘Cause I need to know where you are
So sweet, you’re so sweet
Mi and di mandem

Mi and di mandem
So sweet, so sweet
‘Cause you’re lookin’ for a sign, and I can’t give you one
My mama kiss her kid
I thought I would be ready when I seen her
So sweet, so sweet