Daily Archives: March 15, 2018

Big K.R.I.T. – 1999 (feat. Lloyd)

Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Make a nigga spend his cash, I do love you
Pipe it up and drop it for me, one mo’ time
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
And if the police coming then I’m runnin’
That bust it open, bust it baby, but she lady like
Cause she never stood a chance in that bow-legged stance

Woo, ayy, shake it like you never ever got to shake it
Told her back that ass up
Pipe it up and drop it for me, one mo’ time

We ain’t, gotta take it slow, she’s-a hit the door
See I be eating pussy, kissing titties, sucking toes
And I be on the creep all the time with these hoes

I ain’t, the type to trick but she go hard for the cause
Make a nigga spend his cash, I do love you
I be in the streets with my woes
[Hook: Lloyd]
You know I love you shorty, or maybe I’m just kidding
If pussy popping was a college, she done graduated
She need a bow for that ass just to celebrate it
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his last year
If she ever hit the stage, I’ma be at her show

Let it show, for the give and go, get it on the flo’
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his last year
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Aw yeah
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
[Hook: Lloyd]
[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.]
She got the kind of glove to catch me if the play’s right
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
[Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T.]
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Ooh, I’m talking head wraps and sundresses, heels for her flexing
Can’t help that I’m a freak and it shows
Aw, but she sure look fine
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
She say I only love the way she drop it, well maybe so
[Hook: Lloyd]
When she drop that ass for me like it’s 1999
Type to bust it open wide and have me close down the mall
[Verse 2: Lloyd]

Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Give her time on it, roll around on it, do her thang
That ass up
Cause she my favorite life, favorite type
Million dollar nigga since a youngin
And I’ma be there when she lands
On the late night
And if I go to jail then my baby post the bail
She got some ugly ass ways
Make a nigga spend his cash, I do love you
She say I’ll probably leave if she don’t pop it, we’ll never know
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
A lot of clapping and a standing ovation when she
Make a nigga spend his cash, I do love you
But the way you pop that, pop that pussy, shit I’m all up in it, tightly fitted
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Cause she get down on us, scrub the ground on it, with no shame
[Hook: Lloyd]
Nigga, nigga, I ain’t worried ’bout nothing
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his last year

Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Ain’t no time she won’t lend me that box, it need stretching
Bounce that ass up, got to climb up the pole
[Intro: Lloyd]
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
Pipe it up and drop it for me, one mo’ time
That fly you out, you and that ass have a safe flight

Drop it for a nigga
She know how to blow my mind
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his last year
Pipe it up and drop it for me, one mo’ time

YG – Suu Whoop

Big Red Fox (Big Red Fox, nigga) Big Blood, a.k.a. YG a.k.a.
[Verse 2]
Suu whoop ’til I die, no lie, that’s truth
I’m berious, I’m bold (I’m bold)
Niggas went quiet, then Mustard did the beat
Always down with this thug shit
YG, he paid (paid)
Suu whoop, gang ties, bullet wounds, that’s proof

Suu whoop gang or don’t bang (suu whoo-suu whoop, bang)
My bitch in a suu whoop robe (my throne)
"’Cause YG, he brazy (brazy)
[Chorus]
[Refrain]

You ain’t got a pistol, don’t hang (suu whoo-suu whoop, don’t hang)
YG a rapper and he full-fledged bang (bang)

YG, he paid (he paid)
YG 4Hunnid chunkin’ big P’s
Suu whoop, my coupe, suu whoop, suu whoop
‘Cause a nigga off the block

"YG, he brazy (brazy)
Suu whoop, gang ties, bullet wounds, that’s proof
Bangin’ on these bitch niggas
Like I’m tryna go to jail today (today)
You ain’t got a pistol, don’t hang (suu whoo-suu whoop, don’t hang)
[Pre-Chorus]
Grew up off B Brazy (B Brazy)
Suu whoop, my bitch, put red on her shoes (suu whoop)
My suu whoopin’ so strong (so strong)
Need a Piru and that’s Blood, bitch
Red rubies in my chain (my chain)
Yeah, I’m a gangbangin’-ass dad (dad)
On Piru, suu whoooooop
Nigga, I ain’t mad

Fuck it, you don’t wanna be a bitch, nigga
Grew up off B Brazy (B Brazy)
If you a square, you ain’t fuckin’
I ain’t scared, nigga, I’m brazy (suu whoo-suu whoop, I’m brazy)
[Pre-Chorus]
Fuck all the fake Bloods and the enemies (suu whoo-suu whoop)
[Intro]
Niggas know how much I paid, a lot
My enemies sing my songs
Niggas know how much I paid
Bangin’ while I’m rich, nigga
Your bloodshed ain’t lit, nigga

Suu whoop gang or don’t bang (suu whoo-suu whoop, bang)
West Side Tree Top Bompton, nigga, on Bloods

[Chorus]
I ain’t scared, nigga, I’m brazy (suu whoo-suu whoop, I’m brazy)
YG a.k.a. Lil’ Buddha from that 400 block (4Hunnid)

Suu whoopin’ in my songs
I can’t do no wrong (no wrong)
‘Cause I don’t give no shit, nigga
[Pre-Chorus]
What, who, and where? End of discussion
Pull up Bentley, mean muggin’ (muggin’)
Take it off, she in a suu whoop thong (her thong)
I’m from West Side Bompton Tree (suu whoop)
.40 on my waist (my waist)
My whoopin’ can’t be cloned (can’t clone)
You ain’t got a pistol, don’t hang (suu whoo-suu whoop, don’t hang)
I’m suu whoop when I’m mad (mad)
Like I’m tryna go to jail today (today)
Suu whoop, my bitch, put red on her shoes
All daps, she ain’t huggin’
I don’t make no sense, nigga
I ain’t scared, nigga, I’m brazy (suu whoo-suu whoop, I’m brazy)
Suu whoop, my bitch, put red on her shoes
Suu whoop gang or don’t bang (suu whoo-suu whoop, bang)
I ain’t with the only-at-the-club-Bloodin’ (suu whoo-suu whoop)
A lot, on the block, YG be goin’ to the top, to the top, to the top
Red rubies in my chain (my chain)
Suu whoop ’til I die, no lie, that’s truth
Suu whoop ’til I die, no lie, that’s truth
YG a rapper and he full-fledged bang (bang)
"YG, how you feel about the hundreds bein’ blue?"
"YG, don’t you got a daughter?"
You a clown, you IT, nigga
Suu whoop, my coupe, suu whoop, suu whoop (suu whoop)
My niggas I be with, they known for bustin’ (suu whoo-suu whoop-whoop)
I ain’t with the pink-haired Blood shit (suu whoop)
[Verse 1]
[Chorus]
Suu whoop, my coupe, suu whoop, suu whoop
Big B, Gucci bag (bag), blue hundreds in my bag (my bag)
The Crips know I’m with this Blood shit
[Refrain]
Come to L.A. and pay rent, nigga
Suu whoop my rag (rag)
She get fly, she suck dick
.40 on my waist (my waist)

Don’t get in his way (his way)"
Don’t get in his way (his way)"
YG a rapper and he full-fledged bang (bang)
She love 2Pac, she thuggin’ (she thuggin’, nigga)
Suu whoop, gang ties, bullet wounds, that’s proof
In a box, never let ’em put a nigga in a box

Kamaiyah – Slide

Why I’m getting dissed for
[Chorus]
And I bet you ain’t gon’ try me
If I keep making songs like this
Before you come for this stone
I didn’t put out one damn song
But I bet you ain’t gon’ try
Yeah I fucked up this summer
You have lost your mind

Drop one take I real know
Oops I think I kill hoes
Talking now with lies
But I bet you ain’t gon’ try
Why these hoes be so mad
Who me

[Verse 2]
But somehow can’t get on
But I bet you ain’t gon’ try
Oops I think I did something
If I catch you hoes outside that sneak diss shit gon’ stop
Why they keep denying me
You keep talking sly
If I catch you hoes outside that sneak diss shit gon” stop
But I bet you ain’t gon’ try
But I bet you not gon’ try me
Better go get your crown on tight

Ooh you felt that’s your bad
But I bet you not gon’ try me
I will come and slide
No one hears your diss songs
You have fun for all your life
[Pre-Chorus]
Talking now with lies
Who me
Make your way, your own path

I smell my revenge coming
But y’all hoes still ain’t did nothing
You have lost your mind
First walk up fake robberies
[Pre-Chorus]
All these folks keep trying me
My shine you can’t block
I will come and slide
Ooh we
I swear I will get lost
I will kick your hoe ass
Ooh we
Door low blow straights blindin’ me
You keep talking sly
And I bet you ain’t gon’ try me
My shine you can’t block
I see new red benz stuntin
[Verse 1]
[Chorus]

Don Diablo – Head Up (feat. James Newman) (Lyric Video)

You’re keeping my head up
That every night
I found my way
Yeah, I owe it to you
For making me so good
When you take my hand
For keeping my head up

I’m keeping my head up
[Pre-Chorus]
But you brought the good times
For keeping my head up
[Chorus]
How many times
Going out with my friends?
I’m keeping my head up
You’re only gonna love me
You light me up like my last cigarette
You’re keeping my head up
I realize I can be who I am

I don’t really care what the neighbors might think
But you brought the good times
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, I owe it to you
You’re only gonna love me
‘Cause I’ll be alright
And saying I won’t, but then do it again
I’m keeping my head up, head up (oh-oh)
How many times have I said I was good?
You’re keeping my head up
Am so wrong
With you by my side
For making me so good
[Verse]

Now I’m climbing higher, higher every day

For drinking too much
You’re never gonna judge me
I’m keeping my head up, head up (oh-oh)
I came with the hard times

I’m keeping my head up, head up (oh-oh)
Now I’m climbing higher, higher every day
You make my life brighter, brighter
‘Cause I’ll be alright
[Verse 2]
[Chorus]
You make my life brighter, brighter

I’m keeping my head up, head up (oh-oh)
I’m keeping my head up, head up (oh-oh)
Yeah, I owe it to you
[Outro]
I’m keeping my head up, head up (oh-oh)
For making me so good
I found my way
You’re never gonna judge me
As long as I’m leaving with you
For keeping my head up
As long as I’m leaving with you
For staying up late
I came with the hard times

03 Greedo – If I Wasn’t Rappin

Thank the Lord I wasn’t patient
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby, wasn’t rappin’ baby
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
Save the cash and never save ’em
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
[Break]
[Outro]
Bitch, I’m from another planet
‘Cause you drove out here to grab me
You know I’d be trappin’ daily
Took a charge and didn’t say shit
I’d be back stuck on the pavement

If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
I’d be back stuck on the pavement
Wake up and I’m after payments
Fuck the jury and the plaintiff
And [?] naked ladies
I’d still be on that vacation
She say I be actin’ shady
She say I be actin’ shady
Fuck the bounty, I’m just laughin’
[Chorus]
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
I’d’ve never left the station
You feel good, get left for ravin’
Now they know I’m really trappin’
I did it without the stations
‘Member when I caught them cases

Bitch, I’m tryna grab Mercedes
You know I’d be trappin’ daily
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
She say I be actin’ shady
I’d’ve never left the station
Waited longer on the package
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
Bitch, I’m tryna grab Mercedes
Bitch, I’m tryna grab Mercedes
Wake up and I’m after payments
I’d never be here to taste ya
Took a loss and rearranged it
That’s the part that drive you crazy
[Chorus]
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby

If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
White girl in my fuckin’ baggage
You know I’d be trappin’ daily
Yeah, yeah
Sippin’ shit, I’m rappin’, baby

Sippin’ shit, I’m rappin’, baby
I got out soon as I landed
You thought they would take you, Jason
Sweet lady, need a replacement
Now I’m here to bring the plaques
Janet Jackson, satisfaction
And I still don’t know what happened
I’d still be on that vacation
[?] in my fuckin’ favor
Where we speak a different language
Yeah, yeah, yeah
‘Member when I caught them cases
Sippin’ shit, I’m rappin’ baby
Thank the Lord I wasn’t patient
White girl made me fuckin’ happy
"#Free03, my favourite rapper"
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
03
03
Word to Chase, he fuckin’ saved me
Save the cash and never save ’em
Fly bitch from where I be bangin’
Wake up and I’m after payments
Hottest shit since Michael Jackson
Realest nigga in first class
I’d never be here to taste ya
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
The realest statement in your caption
You thought they would take you, Jason
[Intro]
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby

If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
Took a loss and rearranged it
I did it without the stations
[Verse]
That’s the part that drive you crazy
Love my sisters on some black shit
And I’m playin’ them naked ladies
Reason why I got the [?]
Yeah, yeah

Young Nudy – Since When (feat. 21 Savage)

Y’all cannot last a day
We pull up on opposite nigga we pop shit
My nigga we drop shit
Y’all niggas be talkin’ like hoes nigga ain’t nann nigga touch me
I kept me a Glock, I had to do 5 when I was 12
The pistol is on me, I cock and I pop it
Say he want smoke, you don’t want no smoke, you runnin’ to 12
I’m silent nigga, keep it 100, yeah I’m Shell
Young nigga spraying that thang’
You can ask my nigga Tre
I know they don’t like me
I know they don’t like me
[Verse 1: Young Nudy]
You niggas be playin’ you know that we drop shit

Every time we pull up we wackin’ shit, nigga ain’t like the police
King of the fuckin’ hill nigga
You know I’mma pop it
Young nigga havin’ a K
We pull up on opposite nigga we pop shit
[Chorus: Young Nudy]
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
I know they don’t like me

My nigga we drop shit
They scared to come try me
The pistol is on me, I cock and I pop it
Y’all niggas gon’ drop it
We pull up on opposite nigga we pop shit
You know that we pop shit
I swear we weren’t havin’ our way
You niggas be playin’ you know that we drop shit
You know that I got it
Nigga like to sell cocaine and go kill nigga
One to the head, call up the coroner tell him to mark it
These niggas callin’ 12 but they can’t stop this (nah)
You try me, I got it
4L gang, really a savage I’m not with that opp shit
Top of the ‘partment, young nigga, boy forreal’ nigga
These niggas callin’ 12 but they can’t stop this (nah)
You niggas be playin’ you know that we drop shit
One in the head, I already caught it
Toe tag, catch a body at a young age
AKs, SKs, .38, throw a wait
You know that I got it
I’mma aim at yo head and nigga gon’ drop it
He caught a body, he kept it 100, he made bail
My nigga we drop shit
I’mma aim at yo head and nigga gon’ drop it
You try me, I got it
They scared to come try me
Got 500 shots in hotbox, we ain’t nun but 4 deep
They scared to come try me
They scared to come try me
Y’all niggas dying wit’ plate
You know I’mma pop it
I’m the deal nigga EA, what’s the deal nigga?
Glock-9 on wait
Shit was crazy in my ‘partment
You know I’mma pop it
Trick nigga we rob niggas, nah forreal’ nigga
Zone 6, nah forreal’ nigga

They scared to come try me
These niggas callin’ 12 but they can’t stop this (nah)
They scared to come try me
Robbin’ shit everyday
You know that we pop shit
I got so many niggas down to roll nigga everybody gotta touch green
You know that I got it
Y’all niggas cappin’, y’all niggas faggots, y’all like to chump dick
Y’all niggas gon’ drop it
[Chorus: Young Nudy]
Y’all niggas gon’ drop it
But we was jus’ doin’ our thing
I keep a chopstick
[Chorus: Young Nudy]
Shit was crazy back in the day
Really weren’t havin’ our way
You try me, I got it

The pistol is on me, I cock and I pop it
You know that we pop shit
I’mma aim at yo head and nigga gon’ drop it

21 Savage – Bank Account (On Ellen) (Live)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
I bought a ‘Rari just so I can go faster (skrrt)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
I been smoking gas and I got no asthma
‘Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me
Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
Straight up out the seats, now I got a house on the hill, dog (21)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
Pull up on your bitch, she say I got that ruler dick
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
Keep a mad mag in case they wanna get busy with me
Niggas tryna copy me, they playin’ catch up (21)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cut for no action (nah)
Spray your block down, we not really with that rural shit
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I buy a new car for the bitch (for real)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bitch)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I tear down the mall with the bitch (for real)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Yeah, your bitch, she get jiggy with me
Get you killed, dog (wet) Wanna see a body, nigga?
Ruler clips, send a ruler hit
Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off of that, yeah (yeah)
Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing mil’s, dog
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M’s in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Chopper sting you like a eel, dog
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Dunk right in your bitch like O’Neal, dog
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah (in jail)
Plus I shoot like Reggie Mill’, dog (21)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty (fifty)
Yeah dog I’m for real, dog (21)
The skreets raised me, I’m a ho bastard
Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy (Chingy)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Glock cocked now, I don’t really give no fuck ’bout who I hit
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper (21)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M’s in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
Killed dog, I’m a real dog, you a lil’ dog (21)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Bitch, I’m Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cut for no action (nah)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
You can’t even talk to the bitch (no)
The skreets raised me, I’m a ho bastard (wild, wild, wild, wild)
Got ’em tennis chains on and they real blingy (blingy)
I pull up in ‘Rari’s and shit, with choppers and Harley’s and shit (for real)
Keep that Siggy with me
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Wanna Tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
She fucking with bosses and shit (oh God)
Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M’s in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bitch)
I be Gucci’d down, you wearing Lacoste and shit (bitch)
Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
Seventy-five hunnid on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Seventy-five hunnid on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)

Bigbang – 꽃 길 (Flower Road)

그때 또 다시 날 사랑해줘요
때론 외롭고 슬퍼도 말이야
그때 또 다시 날 사랑해줘요
넌 나 같이 못난 놈을 만나
때론 꽤 별난 일이 많아
얼굴은 빨개지고

날 화려히 비춰주던 니 빛 한줄기

다시 누군갈 사랑할 수 있을까
니 커다란 꽃밭에 기대어 막 떠오르던 가사말
그 자리 그곳에서 날 기다려요
나 의식 없이 발길 흐름대로 가던 길

그 전율이 느껴지는 예쁜 꽃길
그리워지면 돌아와 줘요
그땐 참 좋았는데 말이야
그대가 오시는 길
내 눈을 의심하지 You are my magical queen

그때 또 다시 날 사랑해줘요
이 또한 지나갈 테니까
많이 울기도 했지만 웃은 일도 많아
너 아니라면 그럴 일은 없을 것 같아

이 꽃길 따라 잠시 쉬어가다가
그 자리 그곳에서 날 기다려요
님이 가시는 길에 꽃을 뿌리오리다
그 자리 그곳에서 날 기다려요
떠나려거든 보내 드리오리다

님이 가시는 길에 꽃을 뿌리오리다
노래해 나나나
꽃잎 따다 입을 맞추죠
아직도 참 생생해 빠담빠담
그리워지면 돌아와 줘요

그땐 참 좋았는데 말이야
이 다음에 만나요 꽃이 피면
내 머릿속 안에는 추억이 너무 많아
이 꽃길 따라 잠시 쉬어가다가
우리 이게 마지막이 아니야
너와 함께할 수만 있다면
너란 만개 한 꽃의 색은 100000 개
그리워지면 돌아와 줘요
너와 함께할 수만 있다면
Sing it na na na
너와 같이 할 수만 있다면
얼굴은 빨개지고
아직도 그댄 내 맘에 담을 수 없는 그림
때론 외롭고 슬퍼도 말이야
너와 같이 할 수만 있다면
이 꽃길 따라 잠시 쉬어가다가
무한대 거대한 울림 Vivaldi의 사계

꽃길을 깔아 준비를 하죠
꽃잎 따다 입을 맞추죠
그 자리 그곳에서 날 기다려요
그곳에 너로 인해 설수 있던 Roly poly toy
넌 내 음악의 Motive 날 일깨워주는 은인
부디 또 만나요 꽃이 피면
꽃길을 깔아 준비를 하죠
1 년 365 이 세상 하나뿐인

떠나려거든 보내 드리오리다

Leon Bridges – Bad Bad News

A lil more of this, a lil less of that, yeah

I’m just tryna move up front
But I made a good good thing out of bad bad news
I’m tired being in the back (Aight)
Ain’t got no riches, ain’t got no money that runs long
Let me come through (Let me come through)
But I got more to say, Lord they pray
But I can see right through, a powdered face on a painted fool
But I made a good good thing out of bad bad news

They tell me I was born to lose
But I got a heart that’s strong and a love that’s tall
Lil more of this, lil less of that (Can you feel me?)
Let me come through (Let me come through)
Alright alright, all day all night
Let me slip through (Let me slip through)
They tell me I was born to lose
Alright alright, all day all night
I hit ‘em with the style and grace, and watch their ankles break
(I ain’t) Why you tryna hold me back?
I’m just trynna move up front
Let me slip through (Let me slip through)

They tell me I was born to lose
I don’t worry, don’t worry, don’t worry about people in my face
Ain’t got no name, ain’t got no fancy education
(I ain’t) Why you tryna hold me back?
Alright alright, all day all night
Alright alright, all day all night
But I made a good good thing out of bad bad news
I know you wish, I know you wish I would fade away
Lil more of this, lil less of that (Can you feel me?)
I’m just tryna move up front
A lil more of this, a lil less of that, yeah
I’m just tryna move up front
I’m tired being in the back (Aight)

Leon Bridges – Bet Ain’t Worth The Hand

‘Cause I keep keep trippin’ on words I don’t wanna say
Kiss me before I go, but you got to let me go
Sometimes the bet isn’t worth the hand
I think you’re special, it makes me sad
And I can’t keep lettin’ this wave carry me away
You’re everything, you’re beautiful
Just tell me right now
Don’t get your feelings broken for nothin’
Maybe I’m leavin’
Sometimes the bet ain’t worth the hand
Leavin’ here with nothin’
Sometimes it ain’t worth the hand
I might regret that I can’t be your man
Leavin’ here with nothin’
Don’t wanna wonder what we could’ve had
I might regret that I can’t be your man
I gotta let ya know girl
I can’t commit, I can’t make plans
We’re here right now
I got it bad
‘Cause I keep keep seein’ the signs you want me to stay
And I hope you understand
I can’t let it go any longer
Don’t get your feelings broken for nothin’
Sometimes the bet isn’t worth the hand
(I been hurt before, don’t wanna hurt no more)
I better slow down

‘Cause I keep keep seein’ the signs you want me to stay
Maybe I’m leavin’
Sometimes the bet isn’t worth the hand
But my life is fast, can’t make it slow
So tell me right now
I think you know

Suspect – One Way (feat. Jesse James Solomon & Skepta)

Road rage like "you what, mate?"
Lights shine on the ceiling (sexy)
True say I did it with ease, though
Wrong way down a one-way
The idolising and preaching (shh)
Remember when we used to send them shop
Wrong way down a one-way
Soon as I get the money, I’m leaving (greaze)
I’m baking off with a one bae
Man, I’m so hard of hearing (icy)
These niggas wanna act all tough
Partying on a Sunday
I said I’m baking off, I said I’m baking off
[Verse 3: Skepta]
[Chorus: Suspect]
Wrong way down the one-way
Champagne on my SKs (spills)
Wrong way down a one-way

[Verse 1: Suspect]
I broke out, no more breaking in
Wrong way down a one-way
Ayy, ayy, wrong way down a one-way
Road rage like "you what, mate?"
Them times when I had Dipset blaring
Road rage like "you what, mate?"
No more Pyrex vision now
On the strip moving mad bait
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Road rage like "you what, mate?"

Wrong way down a one-way
[Chorus: Suspect & Jesse James Solomon]

Remember us from that bendy bus?
‘Cause going to sleep is just boring (yeah)
Wrong way down a one-way
Had to get myself up and out the kitchen
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
More like cheques and we’re skipping clouds
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way

Shades on and a vengeance grin
Niggas grew up the wrong way
Packed off on a Sunday
Wrong way down a one-way
With my goonies, all gremlined off
Wrong way down a one-way
[Chorus: Suspect]
Never knew a nigga had dreams, though

Dad told me not to get two earrings (shing)
Road rage like "you what?", like "you what?"
Wrong way down a one-way
Wrong way down a one-way
Greaze, yeah, drive-by and I’m speeding
Forgot to have dinner this evening
Only showed us that trap pays
[Verse 2: Jesse James Solomon]
They look at us and think "one day"
Zoot in the mouth when I’m pouring
About his pops, I’ll be sitting down
Wrong way down a one-way
Road rage like "you what, mate?"
[Chorus: Suspect]
Wrong way down a one-way
I said I’m baking off, baking
Wrong way down a one-way
At this rate, little man’ll never have to worry
I remember times no one would fucking listen
All we knew was that gunplay
I’m baking off with the bacons-ns
Road rage like "you what, mate?"
Must be the books that you’re reading
Wrong way down a one-way
Women’s world, we don’t watch niggas (nah)
Wooly road where they made me in
I’m in the background, blending in
I said I’m baking off with a one bae
Was a young boy when I stopped caring
Wrong way down a one-way
I don’t deal with no pagans-ns

Oh shit, there’s the squalé
Wrong way down a one-way
‘Cause time flies when you’re eating (true)
Tryna stay awake till the morning (yeah)

Chevy Woods – On Me

I got more than your rent on me
I got your rent on me
I got your bitch on me
Bitch keep talking like she single but she knows she’s taken
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
Wow, she from the UK, baby girl a model

[Verse 1]
[Hook]
I got your rent on me

I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
I got your bitch on me
I got your bitch on me
[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
I got your rent on me
That pussy splashing, it feel like a pool
I got your bitch on me
Ayy, ayy, I got your bitch on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
If you could snatch her man she’s yours, I don’t do no hating

Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
If you ain’t fucking, keep it moving, I can’t do no waiting
[Hook]
I got your rent on me

Woah, we out in Aspen, I got Gucci goggles
Bitch I’m fly, you ain’t got shit on me
[Hook]
I got your bitch on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
[Verse 2]
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
I got your bitch on me
[?] top me in the cabin, told her not a problem
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
You keep rapping bout the trap house but we know you faking
All these hundreds I be dumbing ooh

I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
Ayy, said she a drinker, help me kill the bottle
All these diamonds on me icy cool
Ayy, I got your bitch on me
Girl don’t run away from it ooh
I got your rent on me

Matt Cormanes – Venus (Shocking Blue Cover)

Well, I’m your Venus
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
And Venus was her name
Well, I’m your Venus

I’m your fire, at your desire

Black as the dark night she was
Yeah, baby, she’s got it
I’m your fire, at your desire
Got what no-one else had
Yeah, baby, she’s got it
[Bridge: Shocking Blue]

Making every man mad

I’m your fire, at your desire

I’m your fire, at your desire
A godness on a mountain top
Was burning like a silver flame
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
The summit of beauty and love
WoW!
Well, I’m your Venus
I’m your fire, at your desire
She’s got it
Well, I’m your Venus
She’s got it
She’s got it
Yeah, baby, she’s got it
Well, I’m your Venus
[Intro: Shocking Blue]
Well, I’m your Venus
Her weapons were her crystal eyes
I’m your fire, at your desire

Plain White T’s – Natural Disaster

She’d always leave you craving more
I don’t know what this girl was after

What’s your game?
She knew I’d follow her right out that door
Staring me down with those electric eyes
‘Cause she just wouldn’t take her eyes off me
She’s a natural (oh) natural disaster
Natural disaster
I don’t know what this girl was after

She’s so sexy
She’s a natural (oh) natural disaster
She’s so sexy
Show me how to play

She’s a natural (oh) natural disaster
And when she said "your place or mine?"
She made the music come to life
And you can see she aimed to please
I could not resist to save my life
Natural disaster
(All night long)
I was delirious, I could not resist to save my life

As long as you keep going faster, faster
She made the music come to life
Natural disaster
Just the addiction I’ve been waiting for
I had to have her
She said she saw me on TV
She moved her body like a butcher knife

She’s a natural (oh) natural disaster
She’s so sexy
‘Cause I can see you and me going all the way
She’s a natural (oh) natural disaster
‘Cause she just wouldn’t take her eyes off me
Chopping up every guy in sight
She’s so sexy
(All night long)
(All night long)
She’s a natural (oh) natural disaster
This girl’s a legend in the late night scene
She’s a natural (oh) natural disaster
And when she left me on the floor
She said she saw me on TV
She was mysterious
She’s a natural (oh) natural disaster

I don’t know what this girl was after
I don’t know what this girl was after

This girl’s a legend in the late night scene
And you can see she aimed to please
I don’t even really care what you’re after
What’s your name?
Natural disaster
I had to have her

I had to have her
I had to have her

Jonas Brothers – S.O.S.

It’s true!

Sorry for the miscommunication
Ooh! This is an S.O.S.
This is the bottom line
Don’t want a second guess,
Well I’m done
This is the bottom line
I gave my all for you,
And I can’t find the other half
And I can’t find the other half
It’s like I’m walking on broken glass,

It’s a call I’ll never get
better believe I bled
with Texting,
Well I’m done
Don’t want a second guess,
And I can’t find the other half
So this is where the story ends
This is the bottom line
better believe I bled
I gave my all for you,
A conversation on IM
It’s like I’m walking on broken glass,
now my heart’s in two
Don’t want a second guess,

cause hugs are over rated, just FYI
It’s true.
It’s a call I’ll never get
I’m giving you a high five
This is the bottom line
Ooh! This is an S.O.S.
I gave my all for you,
Told you I made dinner plans
It’s a call I’ll never get
It’s true!
It’s like I’m walking on broken glass,

now my heart’s in two
That don’t include your crazy friends

now my heart’s in two
It’s true!
For you and me and no one else
now my heart’s in two
With awkward situations empty conversations
This is an S.O.S. Ooh!

better believe I bled
Next time I see you

Don’t wanna second guess,
Ooh This is an S.O.S.
I gave my all for you,