Daily Archives: February 21, 2018

James Bay – Wild Love

I wanna give you wild love
From a runway in Tokyo
Give you wild love

We don’t have to think it through
Don’t know how to fade in and out
[Chorus]
I wanna give you wild love
I wanna take you high up

I wanna take you high up

I wanna give you wild love
[Chorus]
The kind that never slows down
Standing right in front of you
Don’t know what to say to you now
And stay caught up in the moment
Let our hearts be the only sound
I wanna take you high up
[Bridge]
(I wanna give you wild love)
Let’s be reckless, unaffected
Let our hearts be the only sound
The kind that never slows down
I wanna give you wild love

I wanna give you wild love
(I wanna give you wild love)
But I wanna give you wild love
Wild love
But I wanna give you wild love
Let’s leave the atmosphere, disappear
Tried to call you, to feel you close
[Chorus]
Running out until we’re breathless
I wanna go where the lights burn low and you’re only mine
Let’s be hopeful, don’t get broken
I wanna go where the lights burn low and you’re only mine
The kind that never slows down
We’ve got to let go
[Verse 2]
[Verse 1]
I wanna give you wild love
[Outro]

Let our hearts be the only sound

I wanna go where the lights burn low and you’re only mine
Wild love
Wild love
Don’t know how to play it cool
There’s always something left to loose
Losing a little guard, let it down

Sammie – Show And Tell (feat. Eric Bellinger)

Yeah, shake it to the bed (Left, right, left, right, yeah)
Girl, you gotta show me that you want me
How will I know if it’s you?
Go Sammie, take it to the crib (Girl, if you a freak)
Baby, you gon’ have to show me, show me
Come here with your cute ass
Baby, you gon’ have to show me, show me
Baby
Sh-show and tell
Baby, you gon’ have to show me, show and tell

If you a freak (Drop down, get your wiggle on)
Woo!
Ya, dig?
You’ve gotta, gotta show me, baby

Baby, you gon’ have to show me, show me
Sh-show and tell

When I’m lonely come and put it on me
Baby, you gon’ have to, show and tell
Baby, you gon’ have to show me, show me
Baby, you gon’ have to show me, show me
On it like pronto
Oh
As soon as I pull up on the club I’m going deep
(Gotta show me that you want it, want it, girl)
You’ve been talking real good all night, let’s see
Oh
Show and tell
Baby, you gon’ have to show me, show me
Sh-show and tell
(‘Cause theres a lot of girls ready to be on it)
Show me, oh

Baby, you gon’ have to, show and tell
Girl, show me what you workin’ with, show me you a boss
Yeah, it’s Sammie, baby
Baby, you gon’ have to show me, show me

I wanna work it from each and every way
You gon’ have to

As soon as I pull up on the club I’m going deep

I took your shawty back to my room, hide-and-go-freak

Sh-show and tell
All theses ladies in my section, every one of them can get it
Where the blunt at, baby? Where the la la?
Milly rock, it’s your favorite song
Yeah, you gon’ have to
Baby, you gon’ have to show me, show me
They say you can’t find love in the club, I don’t agree
Baby, you gon’ have to show me, show me

Slim thing with your cute ass
Where the bottles? Waiter, what’s the problem?
Beat it like a congo, king of the jungle
Your body crazy
Ooh!
Baby, you gon’ have to show me, show me
Do you only put that on just so I can take it off?
Baby, you gon’ have to show me, show and tell
Tha Biz, Tha Bizness

Sh-show and tell
Baby, you gon’ have to show me, show and tell
I’m looking for somebody to choose
Baby, you gon’ have to show me, show me
Baby, you gon’ have to show me, show me
My God
You’ve been talking real good all night, let’s see
I took your shawty back to my room, hide-and-go-freak
You gon’ have to
Show me, baby, show me, baby
I’m just tryna go up, I’m just tryna get it
Tell me, if you put that on me will it drive me crazy?
Sh-show and tell
Baby, you gon’ have to, show and tell
They say you can’t find love in the club, I don’t agree
Sh-show and tell

Mally Mall – Physical (feat. Jeremih & E-40)

[Verse 1: Jeremih]
Never thought you’d admit it
Smokin’ on power
See your legs closed but your open
From the bay where they pin it
She said she’d never kiss her best friend
She grabbin’ on my balls like a physical
Yah you know she love it and I’m with it
Everything that I do I beast, I beast
Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same
She said she’d never do it but she did it

Even though you told me I’m never gonna hit it
She said she’d never do it but she did it

Bitch
Might not admit it, she with it
Never say never man
Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same
Throw a bitch up in the sky and break her before she get that cement
Say you don’t smoke
[Bridge: Jeremih]
She said she’d never do it but she did it
[Chorus: Jeremih & (E-40)]
She said she’d never do it but she did it
Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same
[Bridge: Jeremih]
She said she’d never do it but she did it
Baby, let me take you up a mile high
[Outro: E-40]
Jeremih
Her couchie exquisite smash for an hour and not a minute

She said she’d never do it but she did it
Thought you’d never tat my name on your titties
She was with her friends, then she noticed
Physical is how we play our game
Still ain’t never poked but I’m coping
Physical is how we play our game
[Verse 2: E-40]
Let a dog in that kitty
This watch, Patek Philippe, Philippe
Say you ain’t ever had this
She said she’d never do it but she did it
From the thick of the fucking mud
I’m off a liter of oil
But you wanna get sky high
Baby that don’t make you a lesbian
Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same
Physical is how we play our game
Mally Mall

(But she did it)
She said her nigga pitiful
(But she did it)
Say you ain’t ever had this
[Verse 3: Jeremih]
Said she never wanted no kids

She said she’d never do it but she did it

Bring your friends round while we tourin’
[Chorus: Jeremih]
She said she’d never do it but she did it
Mally Mall
She said she’d never do it but she did it
(But she did it)
If she knew better, she would do better
She let me hit with the magnum rubber
(All the same)
Up in the club with my blood
Never thought she would fall in love with a thugger
She said she’d never do it but she did it
What, how they end up on your lips?
She said she’d never do it, she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it
I’m cut from leather, he cut from polyester
Baby, let me take you up to mile high

[Intro]
[Chorus: Jeremih]
Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same
Fly Emirates, about my paper, my buisness
High as the towers up in Dubai
Ain’t no intermission while we roleplay
Physical is how we play our game
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never kiss her best friend
She said she’d never do it but she did it
Reputable factor from the heart of the soil
Was spittin’ game since an infant
Got your own you don’t need no assist

(Uh)

Her legs is open like peas
She said she’d never do it but she did it
Say she ain’t ever been skydiving
She said she’d never do it but she did it
40 Water
My people my partners

Say she ain’t ever been skydiving
Baby that don’t make you a lesbian
My relatives and my cuz
Physical is how we play our game

Know I’m that nigga stay focused
Let me get in deep til’ I fall out
Say you don’t smoke
She said she’d never do it better she did it
Physical is how we play our game
She said she’d never do it but she did it
Yah you know she love it and I’m with it
Slid up in the club for a moment
She off the cabbage and spinach
Let me get in deep til’ I fall out
She said she’d never do it but she did it
But you wanna get sky high
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it
Said you never cheat on you nigga
Ever have both hands on the toilet?
Born and raised in the trenches

Yah you know she love it and I’m with it
She said she’d never do it but she did it
Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same, yeah

Rapsody – Chrome (Like Ooh)

Pull up on em
When the chrome coming?
When you gon pull wit up new chrome on your wheels?
9th, G, Jones, Khrysis, Amp, Kash, Nottz
When I was hungry you looked out, you always got me a meal
Whitaker, the wit of her, good Lord
We cop them classic ol’ thangs in the Hill like Axel
Snow Hill
[Bridge]

[Verse 2]
Must be real to get these honors
Ooh, ooh
I was taught to respect the driver more than I do the ride
Represent where you from?
Painted that like Delaney, we see it in color too
That’s the big homie, daddy said always keep a G on me
Snow Hill
I got the dagger back that thang still sharp
I was told to measure a King by the size of his flock
That’s why they put G’s on us
I’m patient though, no wonder they regret it
My army big enough carry a boeing’ Who your leader and where y’all going?
I’m Real
Dangerous to measure a man by the size of his cock
Baby teeth these nigga
I called up mama up
Chrome been spinning on my mind
[Verse 1]
Chicken chasin all summer, pocket muscle real
Boys on the block told boys on the spot
One life to live so you gotta make a mark
Mama got soulfood cooking in the pots
I really play the game y’all commentate behind doors
Chicken chasin all summer, pocket muscle real
She thought ‘bout Carl Thomas
[Chorus]

West side told one thang, don’t never rock wit marks
I got family, I got stress, got success and bills
Pull up in the coupe

Ain’t got keys like Khaled but I still open doors
Naw, hold pull back
Speeding thru the laney, what we call high schoolin’
They ain’t worth that
Hair, face new outfit, I’m fine
It’s coming in June

Spoon feed these niggas

Workin on my glowup, they askin if I got mills
Told her ‘bout my summer reign
When you gon pull wit up new chrome on your wheels?
I only rock wit mark, that’s my lil brother
When the chrome coming?
Ride off to the Lox
Dirt on my name, boy I’m way too smart
[Outro]
It’s coming in June
Me, my nigga
When I ooh
Trips round the world wit homies we all flyin’
Hair braided, twisted, wind blowin’ thru my knots
I said no no no, no no I more like Giannis
Ridin’ Shotgun, sittin askew
Everything they say ain’t gospel, lames lie
Represent where you from?
Ride wit me homie, ain’t nothing to hold the wheel
Who they teethin’ on?
The day I fly the coupe I’ll probably get woop woop’d
Good God!
You in a grave situation you should look into a plot
Don’t show all your cards
Synesthetic, know everybody won’t GET it
Put 20 inches on the axle
Chest full of a pride don’t mean nothin’ without heart
Boys always taught don’t cry, but need to cry
Lines better than all the rappers aligned if they ask you
I never been lazy but I [eye] seen a plenty Forest
I’m Real
On the straight narrow
Don’t never say my name cuz it might end yours
A few in my crew flew the coop
You gotta a shot youngin’, you ain’t gotta get shot

Trippie Redd – Dark Knight Dummo (feat. Travis Scott)

Yeah, hold up

I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead
Cannot stop comin’ in, comin’ in
Don’t need no more stains, or get hot like my name (La Flame)
Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead (alright)
I, hop in the coupe, go insane
Pour this eighth with me and let’s get blasted (straight up)
Astroworld’s my planet, my home (yeah)
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard just like a Maverick (yeah)
Yeah, Big 14 know what the fuck goin’ on
Ooh, put you in a casket, yeah (yeah)
Oh my god
Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap
I’ma put six in the Lambo and jet to the plane (skrrt, skrrt)
Hold up
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
[Intro]
Yeah
I feel like Voldo, I’ll chop off your arms (off your arms, yuh)
My diamonds dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands
Move for this chain with your elbow, I hope you got aim (hope you got aim)
All these racks bomin’ in, they bomin’ in (hold up, it’s lit)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
My diamonds dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands
All these racks bomin’ in, they bomin’ in (hold up)
Fantastic, yeah, ayy Now that bitch steady calling me Mr.

Mixed this cup for way too long (yeah, yeah, alright)
Like I’m Bloody Mary, man
I’m a king, lil’ bitch watch the throne (watch the throne)
Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead
Ayy, count my guap, count my guap
We, don’t do the same (no)
Know I keep a ratchet (alright)
[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Trippie Redd]
Lambo drive like a dragon (skrrt, skrrt, ooh)
I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead
Steady causing havoc, yeah (yeah)
If you play, boy I’ll turn your ass to ashes, yeah
I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead (yeah)
Automatic, doo, doo, doo, doo, bitch, I’m blasting yeah (doo, doo, doo, doo)

Ayy, count my guap, count my guap
Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap
Light the octane (gas)
Cannot stop comin’ in, comin’ in
I don’t know what planet I’m on (oh Lord)
Hold up
My diamonds dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands
Aye
Hold up
I’m a king, lil’ bitch watch the throne
My diamond’s dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands (yeah)

My diamonds dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands
Money stretch long, it’s elastic
Car’s too hot, the fumes too strong (yeah, yeah, it’s lit)
I, feed all my bitches the ‘caine (white)
Cannot stop comin’ in, comin’ in (yeah, yeah)
Money stretch long lil’ bitch, like elastic (yeah)
Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead
Can’t fall asleep at night ’cause they attacking, yeah
I, disappear, go David Blaine
Honorable C.N.O.T.E
I feel like Bono, I’ll chop off your arms (yuh, watch the throne)
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Add it up, don’t subtract it (yeah, yeah)
Ayy, count my guap, count my guap (straight up)
Yeah, hide out in the trees with the bumblebees
Please say the name three times, we gon’ pop up on you
I don’t know what planet I’m on (I’m on Mars)
I, double cup to drown the pain (drank)
All these racks bomin’ in, they bomin’ in (hold up)
My diamond’s dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands (yeah)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Travis Scott]
Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap (yeah)

Caleborate – Bankrobber

My daddy was a bankrobber, bankrobber
You can’t even tell him shit
He taught me how to get money, get money

I just love to live this way, aye
He taught me how to get money, get money
My daddy was a bankrobber, bankrobber
My daddy was a bankrobber, bankrobber
And don’t fuck with hoes that don’t do shit but look cute
See I don’t wanna hurt nobody, yeah
[Chorus]
Said my daddy was a bankrobber
My daddy was a
My daddy was a
I just love to live this way, aye
[Bridge]
My daddy was a bankrobber, bankrobber
Said my daddy back at high school when i would write
He taught me how to get money, get money
That nigga was right
See I don’t wanna hurt nobody, yeah
See I don’t wanna hurt nobody, yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah
See I don’t wanna hurt nobody, yeah
My daddy was a bankrobber, bankrobber
I just love to live this way, aye
I grown as fuck but still ain’t got no dough

But i’m still cold as frozone

[Intro]
See I don’t wanna hurt nobody, yeah
Now i’m recognized and God damn that nigga was right
When i spit this oxycodone

My daddy was a bankrobber
But fuck em cause the streets is where i graduate
Momma gon congratulate
[Verse 1]
(You can keep it rolling)
Look
Fuck what happened yesterday, you could blow up tomorrow
Never be like them niggas and they’ll wanna be you
I just love to live this way, aye
Or they get stuck working jobs
And make sure you don’t forget what your daddy used to do
Hanging out with nobody, nobody

My daddy was a bankrobber
Nigga i ain’t scared of shit
See I don’t wanna hurt nobody, yeah
He taught me how to get money, get money
[Chorus]
Ayy, first off, fuck Donald Trump, I don’t care he’s not my president
Caleb get your own job then get your own state like tom
Cause i got my own problems, own problems
My daddy was a bankrobber, bankrobber
I’ve been out hear lowriding, lowriding
My daddy was a bankrobber
Me and Drew Banga, Came back from the hiatus
I beat my dick sometimes when she don’t answer my calls
Tell me that she love me but i gotta make it out this place
I’m self conscious bout my size and how i look with clothes on
[Verse 2]
He taught me how to get money, get money
To make it big in this world you can’t be in your sorrows
Niggas die here everyday
I’m living with my aunty, I ain’t got no hoes
If you keep your eyes on the prize that night

I’m not high so, Imma try to just actually really feel it
He taught me how to get money, get money
(This gonna be a bit controversial but i’m gonna say it)
[Chorus]
I just love to live this way, aye
I’m young and black with no college, no college
I know my truth gonna set me free, So tell it
I just love to live this way, aye

Yeah i watch porno
What’s the point in hiding just be honest for the hell of it
Get Del Niro like Rob and get a black girl too
Cause i admit that i ain’t shit and everybody follows

Jordan Rakei – Eye To Eye

Pleasure to have met you, you’re my star tonight
Pleasure to have met you, you’re my star tonight
Back to where we used to play
We don’t see eye to eye, we don’t see eye to eye
Rusty nail showing bruises
[Verse 1]

‘Cause we worship the key
Compliments with no surprises
Making routes straight to their home
We don’t see eye to eye, we don’t see eye to eye
Yes they shine bright like a million, let them bleed twice for a minute
[Verse 2]
We don’t see eye to eye, We don’t see eye to eye

The tide is going out now
Drown upon this summer day
‘Cause it constantly leaps, perpetual design
[Verse 3]
We don’t see eye to eye, We don’t see eye to eye
Yes they shine bright like a million, let them bleed twice for a minute

Legs sprawled and head down
Grown into a super nova

Alone until I work it out
It’s the galaxy’s water, flowing like a river bed
What you say bears sweet on my soul
It’s the birth of a star, earlier than sunset
[Chorus]

It’s the rain, oh the rain
[Bridge]
We don’t see eye to eye, we don’t see eye to eye
It’s an infinity, as it feasts on time
We don’t see eye to eye, we don’t see eye to eye
To have felt this oh sublime, like a grain of sand travelling through time
Complications, falling useless

[Chorus]
[Instrumental outro]
Pleasure to have met you, you’re my star tonight
As we look out to sea
Not quite holding firmly now
The time it took to realise
Pleasure to have met you, you’re my star tonight
[Chorus]
To have felt this oh sublime, like a grain of sand travelling through time

Angelo Mota – Talk Too Much (feat. Naja Young)

And you actin’ like you sared of the room
Stop, drop
Turn around, bring it down low
I don’t even really like going out like that
You get passed like a bill, don’t forget to vote
[Verse 1: Angelo Mota]
Velcro, let’s go, I wanna stick to ya
Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
Turn around, bring it down low
You – you got what I – you got what I
Better not chit chat
You – you got what I – you got what I
It’s just what I need, that’s just the right speed
In a crowded place, uh
That’s gas, you gotta ask, you don’t get to smoke
Turn around, bring it down low
[Chorus: Angelo Mota & Naja Young]
Better not chit chat
I ain’t finna dare you to move
Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
You got what I need (you got what I need, you got what I need)
"Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)
Cash too spent for a [?] vacation
Then stop, woah, slow down roll
"Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)

Stop, woah, slow down roll
Slow down role, stop, woah
Pick it up slow then stop
Pick it up slow then stop
What the fuck?

Oh baby you, you keep it tight, I keep it I

Baby did you come cuffed?
Oh baby you, you keep it tight, I keep it I
Blunt it burn like hell fire
Stop, drop
I’m too faded and I don’t give a fuck what the DJ playing
I wouldn’t ever guess you would bounce like that
How I like your get up

"Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)
Stop, woah, slow down role
So now I’m stuck trynna stuff these words together
When I finish, had time to set up the question
I was in the cyph like "Who next to go on the texaco?"
You got what I need (you got what I need, you got what I need)
Night rider

Lock eyes on the stage and I smile right back like
[Instrumental]
Try my hardest but I’m too jaded and
Wanna get with ya
Imma pump the bass up, reveal my sins
Can’t quell that shit
I fucked around and missed your exit, depressing
Stop, drop

Just shut the fuck up, inhale that shit
[Verse 2: Angelo Mota]
Slow down roll, stop, woah
Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
And don’t choke off the vegetable (rude!)
Turn around, bring it down low

Proabably woke the neighbors

Then stop, woah, slow down role
Pick it up slow then stop
I got what you need
I got what you need
"Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)
This your shit

Never mind, saw face dropping likes on the page
Then she said to me:
Stop, drop
All damn night
Then stop, woah
You the shit, everybody can get a wiff of ya
Air so thick
[Bridge 1: Angelo Mota]
Walk by, the guys turn zombies corpses like
[Bridge 2: Angelo Mota]
Then she said to me:

Veil too thin to conceal the fragrance
Maybe we should get up
Then stop, woah
But the bass’ll take place and take care of you soon
L-riding
Lives too spent being wrong and anxious
Pick it up slow then stop
It’s just what I need, that’s just the right speed
[Chorus: Angelo Mota & Naja Young]
Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)

Trippie Redd – UKA UKA

Yeah, Big 14, know what the fuck goin’ on
Big cash, and I tote a big gat
Aye, choppers by my side you know it clap
Big racks on my body, baby got this cash
[Hook 2]

Don’t want no more pressure, ahh
Bang bang, lil nigga you left in the past
I don’t do Xannies baby, no don’t do no pills
Same reason why I hate y’all

I got a mob of niggas coming by the mills
Uka Uka
Swear I want no pressure
I’m just smokin on dope, baby, just thumbin’ through the mills, so ill
Do the dash in this racecar
Got the black mask
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Aftermath, I been dressed in all black
Don’t want no more pressure, ahh
Yeah, and drop your ass
Pray these goofy niggas really goin’ out sad
I’m off this Actavis, I’m tryna pop a seal
I’ll pull it out the motherfucking black bag
Don’t want no more pressure, noo
Aye, fuck your bitch and hit my fucking dab
Swear I want no pressure, noo

Don’t want no more pressure, ahha
Swear I want no pressure, noo
They’ll shoot your ass down boy, for 1400 kills, for real
[Verse 2]
So how could I be mad that ain’t y’all
Like your bitch ass, big bag
[Verse 3]
[Verse 1]

Swear I want no pressure, noo
Give these pussy niggas hell like I’m Johnny Gat, ooh

Ooh, said I made y’all
Don’t want no more pressure, ahh
I’m tryna find your fuckin chill
Yeah
Blind in reality just like you’re Ray Charles, aye
Ooh, aye, son these niggas, I’m your dad
Swear I want no pressure, noo
[Hook]
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Aye, are you niggas really from the field?
Aye, I don’t want no more pressure, no

[Intro]

Or are you niggas really from the hills?
Better say your damn grace dog
Got the Pistol Pete on me, is this a face off, aye?
Hop up in this Rari then I race off, aye

Raury – Odyssey

But we got nothing so this how i live
Building my shit from nothing tell me this world is fair
But now it doesn’t matter
Dozens and dozens of poison rush over-flooding
Constantly People Bother Me, offer me hella prophecies
I guess the yin and yang is within us and we can’t hide it no matter how much we fake it
There used to be a chapter when i was young and mad about a 100 million facts i’m unathletic and a bastard
Damaging my relationships
And since i’m booming i’m like the man of the clan with the family on my back
And brothers busting each other with guns they love it love it push it to radio feeding it to mind of the public
I am the medicine predecessors benevolent guess they be believing me pressure is of the elements
Don’t lie i might fucking
Still i don’t eat forever its on my plate and i guess i really can say i relate those who dislike its’ tasting
Sorry I missed your call it seems
I’m a zenned out master, actual rap blaster, After math class gassing in the car filled with laughter
Graduate in debt because of the interest piling, by the time i pay it off i got kids ready for college!
Somedays but money means nothing but we’re convinced that it does because we’re clubbing, cousins screaming "It’s all about the money!"
Mama sister and aunty and grandma was all i’d really see at all these family reunions
Life’s too short to not enjoy bacon
Schizophrenia haunting me runs in my family
It’s like I’m lost you see
I’m climbing up the ladder pockets fat asleep like the aftermath of jet lagging
Auctioning off my sanity
Living without profit, working like a slave for a man who’s named Bobby
Don’t lie i might fucking lose it
Staring me in the eyes
They watching me watching me watching, watching i know they watching me
Because what is giving is what is taken
And you don’t want this life bruh! and i would tell an asker of my life experience, to be a doctor or an actor
But no not stressing been chilling getting my rest I got skeletons in my closet caressing the treasure chest
I’ve been touring and moving and shaking, free money making, heart breaking around the world
And it’s like I’m lost you see, oftenly walking cautiously
Don’t lie i might fucking lose it
People full of shit I’m just here to give the colostomy
Thought of becoming Muslim
Got beef relation with random entities hating
Thanks to my loans i made throughout college
And Bobby went to Yale cause he’s children of children children of children of children children who daddy help build the building
But its our nature to seek out an opposition is human kind self-destructive necessitating the hatred to fill the balance?
And we got some problems beyond the fact that we cannot seem to stick together forever watching our fathers leave
Sound is more like a drug affecting and the brain like Robotussin
I’m on an odyssey, under pressure i’m cracking
I’m not the boy I was yesterday that’s the words that they claim I changed so they change on me kinda of rich but it rains on me
Profiting off the prodigy, think I’m blinded but I can see
Don’t you lie i might fucking lose it

YFN Lucci – Propane (feat. YFN Trae Pound & YFN Kay)

Move bags like a garage truck, huh, get your order up
On hand on that, huh, rubberband that, huh
[Verse 3: YFN Trae Pound]

That’s on Nut, that’s on Nut, In my Glock I trust
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go
I ain’t even signed a deal, I’d probably be swipin’ still (haha)
Whole lotta pounds drop on the first, that’s UPS
Used to ride the Marta bus, huh, now they charter us
Hell nah we will not stop, every night I prayed about a drop (every night I prayed)
Brains all over the floor, now I see what you thinkin’
I can’t wait to bust, leave a pussy nigga stuck
We was down now we up, whole gang done blew up
Grindin, lately I’ve been grindin’
You ain’t startin’ with us (nigga), you ain’t part of us
Which car to slide in? Havin’ trouble decidin’
Twistin’ my fingers up, whole lotta new bucks
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go
Call me snowman, I froze both chains, yeah, aye
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go
We all international, we flyer than an asteroid
huh Nigga you ain’t hard enough, huh, how you want war with us?
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
One call get you touched, DJ Screw in my cup (yeah)

Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Uh naw, don’t make me make that call, we ball, no basketball
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Whole lotta lean drippin’ from my cup, that’s CVS
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
These niggas want to be famous, leave a fuck nigga plankin’
Make me get at your mans and all, nah we ain’t got to pay it off
That sawed-off will knock ya head off, in the coupe with the head off

Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Whole lotta diamonds in the face, can’t see what time it is
Uh, one hand on my (on my), man I pray he don’t (pray he don’t)
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Been through one of the opps block, seat low, I got the chop cocked
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh

Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man, yeah
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
If you lookin’ for some smoke we
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
[Verse 2: YFN Kay]
We knock ’em down, you pick ’em up
Put your pistols up, while I ship on two cups
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
No, I don’t like racks at all, that there get you wacked my dawg
Shootin’ up a nigga family house, that there get my mans involved
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Probably too much, huh, rockin’ too much, huh
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go
Whole lotta water drippin’ from my neck, that’s VVS
Leave the scene cloudy, lotta smoke around it
If he play he gon’ (play he gon’), he may not make it no
They ain’t ’bout no action, they just talk about it
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Money power respect, one hand grippin’ my TEC
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
Cut up one of their cars, got it lookin’ like it been to the chop shop

Tinashe – Faded Love (feat. Future) (Vertical Video)

You on that faded love, love
I done spent a million on you already
You can’t hold it against a king, baby
Let’s just, let’s just feel this feelin’
Just follow me, follow me, follow me
[Chorus: Tinashe & Future]
You on that faded love, love

Take you farther than Jerusalem when it’s my turn
Try our best to seal it

You on that faded love, love

Follow me home
Love
You on that faded love
You on that faded love, love
Follow me home
[Verse 2: Tinashe]
Luh-luh-luh-luh-love
I’ma find your G-spot like you dropped your location
Love
Luh-luh-luh-luh-love
[Pre-Chorus: Tinashe]
Cigarettes and cologne
I’m on my fourth stripper of the day
You on that faded love, love

You on that faded
Just follow me, follow me, follow me
Follow me home
Just follow me, follow me, follow me
You on that faded love, love
You on that faded love, love

Luh-luh-luh-luh-love
Let’s just feel this feelin’
Let me get you alone
Let’s just feel this feelin’
Just follow me, follow me, follow me
But I know that it’s on
Luh-luh-luh-luh-love
Right now, right now
Luh-luh-luh-luh-love
We goin’ in the right direction
I keep a full thoroughbred Jamaican
You on that faded love, love

If you love, you can teach me, wanna learn
Luh-luh-luh-luh-love
Luh-luh-luh-luh-love
You on that faded love

[Verse 3: Future]
We can make it last
You on that faded love
You shoulda made me better, what I need
Luh-luh-luh-luh-love

I done bought diamonds for you already
Man I’ma give all this shit up one day
Love
Let’s just feel this feelin’
Luh-luh-luh-luh-love
[Chorus: Tinashe]
Let’s just feel this feelin’
You on that faded love, love
No, I don’t need your number saved in my phone
You on that faded love
Before I give my white cup up
You on that faded love, love
Before I give my half-Dominican girl up, I need real love
We can make it last
You shoulda upgraded me already
Let’s just feel this feelin’
[Verse 1: Tinashe]
[Chorus: Tinashe & Future]
Let’s just feel this feelin’
Get some love from a video vixen on the runway
Follow me home
You on that faded love, love
Luh-luh-luh-luh-love
[Intro: Tinashe]
Luh-luh-luh-luh-love
You shoulda made love to me already
You on that faded
Love
Love
Before I give my white girl up

Luh-luh-luh-luh-love

Wanna take off my rings in my California King
I can feel every breath on the edge of my neck
Luh-luh-luh-luh-love
Right now, right now
Let’s just feel this moment
Let’s just feel this moment
Luh-luh-luh-luh-love
No, don’t give me your name
You on that faded love, love
Love
You on that faded love, love
Love
You on that faded
No, I don’t know the time and I don’t know what’s next
High up as the ceilin’
[Pre-Chorus: Tinashe & Future]
Let’s just, let’s just feel this feelin’
We so spiritually connected
You on that faded
Love
You on that faded love, love

Rotimi – Baecation

Girl you dont have to wait no longer
I know thats what you been waiting on

We can do it right here in the car
I want to give you a baecation
We can do it right here in the car

I want to give you a baecation
We dont have to go far
We dont have to go far
Just you and me alright
And I got the whip
But your love, that will be enough
You been workin yourself up
Oh no no no baby
On this baecation, with just us
On this baecation, with just us
So im a do everything for you
[Chorus]
We dont have to go know where at all

Baby just chill
We dont have to go know where at all

Baby I know you tired
[Pre-Chorus]
You ain’t got nothin on
Baby im a drive like we on the highway
Girl I wanna give you a baecation
[Verse 1]
[Chorus]
I can tell you need some time away
Girl I wanna give you a baecation
Im a change your position bae
From everything
Say it and I’ll make it come true

I know thats what you been waiting on
And im a do it for you
Like your on the passengers side
I just want to be right where you are
What ever you want
Im a make you the boss and I’ll be the emplyee bae

[Intro]
Tell me what you want me to do
[Pre-Chorus]
Say it and I make it come true
Baby you ain’t gatta bag now
Oh no no no baby
How bout a little beacation
What ever you want
Baby you ain’t gatta bag now
Girl you dont have to wait no longer
But your love, that will be enough
In a drop top
I just want to be right where you are

[Verse 2]

Fetty Wap – KissWowie (Lyric Video)

I know she does, yeah
I know that she loves me
[Verse 2]
Let’s die Tired of living?
I know she does, yeah
Beautiful outside

Yeah, baby
Do you like to get high?
I love how she touch me, yeah
My number one, yeah
How you feeling inside
She know I does, yeah
I know she trust, yeah
[Verse 1]
Do you like to take trips by the water?
Always says she loves me

I know she does, yeah
She know I does, yeah
Yeah, baby
[Chorus]
I know she trust, yeah
I know she does, yeah
I know she does, yeah
[Post-Chorus]

I know she does, yeah
We can take off and ride
I know she trust, yeah
I love how she touch me
Badabada
I love how she touch me, yeah
Mmm (Zoovier)
I know that she loves me
I know she trust, yeah
[Intro]
My number one, yeah
I know that she loves me
I know she does, yeah
She know I does, yeah

[Chorus]
Mmm (yeah)

I love how she touch me
Here’s your wings, let’s fly, fly, fly
I love how she touch me
I know she loves me, yeah
Let her brag about the shit that I bought her
Yeah, baby
I know she does, yeah
Let her brag about the shit that I bought her
Do you like to take trips by the water?
I know she loves me, yeah
Let her brag about the shit that I bought her
I love, we love
Always say she loves me
I know she does, yeah
Always tell me that she loves me
Always tell me that she loves me
[Bridge]
I love how she touch me
We can take off and ride, ride, ride
Mmm (Zoovier)
My number one, yeah
We can take off and ride
I know she does, yeah

Beautiful outside
I know that she loves me
I love, we love, yeah
She know I does, yeah
Do you like to get high?
Here’s your wings, let’s fly
Tired of living? Let’s die
How you feeling inside
Do you like to take trips by the water?
Do you like to get high?
My number one, yeah (Zoovier)

Slim 400 – Nerd Niggaz

Slim fo’ got hella clout, so what’s this you talkin’ bout?
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just left the block I’m tryna make it to the 1-10
[Verse 2: YG]
Red lights I don’t fuck with them
I was young bruisin’ street looking over both shoulders
Bruisin’ down the street in my six o

Cause if I stop they got time to assume that’s him

Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
Back to the brans
European wheels headed back to the brans
Bruisin’ in my rag top on D’s
Leave holes in your face looking like Jason
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
[Hook]
[Hook]
Back to the brans

No rewind if you die, so I’m going fast forward
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
I’m bruisin’ down the brans in a benz
Times get hard, got the world in my hands
I ran to the block when they was trying to save me
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
Sippin’ on coronas on they couch when I’m thuggin’ out
Just me & my niggas
Just me & my niggas
Them yellow lights I zoom past them
It really mean nothing when I’m all they talk about
But fuck it, I’m bout to put the benz on D’s

Just me & my niggas
Bout to hit the Shaw so we can knock us a B
My real vatos with the biz, I’m at they family’s house
3 girls side to side I could even pancake it
Them green lights, that mean everything a go
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Back to the brans
Turn right cause a left might make you wait
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
shit, you know I’m talking about That’s that L.A.
Make ’em lean like a cholo when this gun is out
That’s why I don’t shake hands I dap it up
Had to flash on a nigga then he skirted out
Sippin’ on a michelada while my henny gets cold

Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Whirl in the back and he rolling up a grape
I really get dough and that’s something you’re not about

[Verse 3: Sad Boy Loko]
This swag I got is contagious
Shit
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’

Windows down system low, I ain’t tryna bump it
On these streets it don’t pause everyone’s out to play
Driving in the ghetto, the streets I was raised in
Just me & my niggas
These niggas be stealing my appeal, I be mad as fuck
Nigga I’m a rep where I’m from, ain’t not bitching out
Nothing changed still bruise at the same block
You should know when I roll, G I’m up to something
Hitter on the front got the pistol on scrape
Never wanna be a victim of a "Oh that’s him"
Smoking getting high, like a goddamn Jamaican
Ever try and wonder I will demonstrate it
(ay ay bitch where you goin’, hop in the car)
And me being broke that is something I won’t allow, aye
[Verse 1: Slim 400]
Summertime in Cali got it made so you strap it up
Yes I paid for my rims, no they ain’t hot
My plan worked, I’m a million dollar baby
Sippin’ on my henny I can’t even chase it
And you know I ain’t lying when I put it on beats
Just me & my niggas
Just me & my niggas
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
These hoes go, this money go like bullets out this .44
[Hook]