Daily Archives: April 6, 2018

Future & Young Thug – Group Home

Yeah
You can fuck every one of my hoes except my main (main bitch)
I’m bulletproofin’ the mattresses (Blat!)
It’s too hard to dedicate to you, I’m so scared of shame
I left my heart in the streets, I’m imperial
Cut you off and dodge you like a fuckin’ Charger (Charger!)
[Intro: Young Thug]
Hey, say my new tone, Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
You can’t cry over scars, this permanent
And now I’m marryin’ my dreams, yeah
Got a black 45 FN, I don’t do chrome
I got the kids a Denali (Swerve!)
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
[Chorus: Future]
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I cheated on my fears, yeah
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I smell codeine when I piss
You can’t cry over scars this permanent
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
12 cartridge for these bastards (Yeah!)
I got the shits in Cali (Cali!)
Off the digital, no small talk, all decimals

I broke up with my doubts, yeah
Got engaged with my faith, yeah
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t mint
I smell codeine when I piss
I’m back from the grave, I’m damn near insane
I’m hustlin’, tryna make rent, you call the popo on me
I just got a Plain Jane Patek and it’s two-toned (Two, two!)
Yeah, he don’t know I finessed him
Swiggy swaggy, I’ma devil (Yeah!)
Went out the backdoor, took the blame

I spill codeine when I piss
He made me a millionaire, I’m talkin’ to him everyday
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget

[Chorus: Future]
[Verse 1: Future]
I sold so much crack, I got yayo still in my veins
I don’t care to find out you was creepin’ ’cause I’m doin’ the same thing
You can’t cry over scars, this permanent
[Chorus: Future]
Hey, say my new tone, Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
Yeah, I robbed a nigga in broad daylight the first day I had Jacoby
I dress up like it’s elastic (Yeah!)
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I showed I liked her but I still didn’t get her
‘Cause I knew T-Money was gon’ blow out his brains
‘Cause the homies, they was ’bout to murder him
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home
You and your mama, your brother, your cousin ain’t nothin’ but bitches
I share all my bitches with you besides my main bitch
Hey, say my new tone Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
Blue diamonds like an Avatar (Yeah!)

My bitches temporary like stitches
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
Had to find time to manage my residuals
I got back problems from gamblin’ from the night to mornin’ (Night to mornin’, yeah!)
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
I talked to Jesus Christ on my worst day
I bulletproof all the windows (On God!)
Cain and Abel, both brains, one man, too impeccable
I pistol whip a J for three dollars, you better not owe me
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
I deserve royalty, livin’ in a castle
I left my past behind with new millennium
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
‘Bout to WCW my bitch friend, I’m too wrong
All my littles wonder if they can go out in Escalade
Fuck these niggas, I’m kickin’ ’em out the loop, woah

Now, Now – Az

Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
[Verse 1]
She leaned in closely and said nothing to me
(Back to the heart of it all)
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the heart of it all (back to the heart of it all)
Back to the heart of it all
She leaned in closely and said nothing to me

Back to the heart of it all
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
[Chorus]
(Back to the heart of it all)
I see you calling to me
I was young, with the sun

Oh holy figure at the edge of my bed
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the heart of it all

[Instrumental]
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the heart of it all
Back to the heart of it all
Oh holy vision at the end of my bed
[Intro]
Repeating image of you, when I’m alone
[Verse 2]

[Pre-Chorus]
I see you calling to me
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
I had no reason to run
Back to the heart of it all
Then I see nothing at all

Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the heart of it all
Then I see nothing at all
[Chorus]

Back to the heart of it all
Back to the heart of it all
[Pre-Chorus]

DJ Esco & Future – Bring It Out (feat. O.T. Genasis)

If you ain’t spraying for the gang then we puttin’ you out
If you ain’t spraying for the gang then we puttin’ you out
I got a hundred niggas with me, I don’t give a fuck

I’m addicted to the pace, I’m a trap nigga
Make the money come back like a lap nigga
I hit the club and valet tell me I can keep my key
I’m killin’ niggas GYG, I put ’em in the hearse
I put the mat on the rarri, I’m boutta bring it out
[Post-Chorus: Future]
I got a thing in the car, I’m boutta bring it out
I could’ve got the wraith, but it can’t fit my hoes
I done had too much to drink I done fell on her
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bring it out
[Chorus: Future]
I’m still married to the game, got my ring, yeah
We don’t talk back to no cops, we just air ’em out
Fuck what you talkin’ ’bout nigga, we gotta bang it out
Genesis] [Verse 1: O.T.
I came up way up out the mud and turned up like a key
I got bitches I know that you ain’t seen yet
We don’t talk back to no cops, we just air ’em out
I got that thing, exotic car, don’t make me bring it out
Why you talk behind my back you should act nigga
I got shooters on deck and its real fun
I got my jammers inside my shirt, don’t make me bring one out
These rappers gonna make me pull out my tennis chain
I put ’em burkins in the closet, told her bring one out, hah
Got a lotta cash, still move fast
I got that thing, exotic car, don’t make me bring it out
I got ’em guns I do the most, yeah I love to roast
[Verse 2: O.T. Genesis]

I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bang it out

Got the 4488 you ain’t see yet

I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bang it out
I keep my bitch in the house, I’m boutta bring her out
Whip that soda, ice like polar
Got your main thing, took her to boa
Long clip beat hit his bitch, we can bang out
I keep my bitch in the house, I’m boutta bring her out
I’ll shoot it out with all these niggas I don’t give a fuck
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bang it out
I put the mat on the rarri, I’m boutta bring it out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bring it out
Heard you got a bitch nigga, get a real one
Fuck what you talkin’ ’bout nigga, we gotta bang it out
I got a thing in the car, I’m boutta bring it out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bring it out
Double on motor on the motorola
Air 15, leave a nigga hold up
I got a thing in the car, I’m boutta bring it out
Treat you like you did good cause I clap niggas
I got my jammers inside my shirt, don’t make me bring one out
My bitch killin’ you hoes, you know she had it first
[Chorus: Future]
I got whips on whips this year, I’m bout to bring ’em out
Had a threesome with my bitch, put Chanel on her

I’m back and forth with my bitches like a tennis game
Dope in the pot, spoon in the trash
I put ’em burkins in the closet, told her bring one out, hah
I got whips on whips this year, I’m bout to bring ’em out
I put the mat on the rarri, I’m boutta bring it out
Fuck what you talkin’ ’bout nigga, we gotta bang it out
[Chorus: Future]
Big face rollie, still rock
Took her to the crib, made her do yoga
I got whips on whips this year, I’m bout to bring ’em out
Put your fingers in the air, get a real gun
Couple days in a month I hit a million
[Post-Chorus: Future]

We don’t talk back to no cops, we just air ’em out
I keep my bitch in the house, I’m boutta bring her out

NBA YoungBoy – Through The Storm

Ain’t no goin’ back, you know I’m gon’ keep it comin’
Wasn’t for him I wouldn’t be shit, so I ain’t gotta trip though
Don’t pay for cable, he want static, tell him let me know though
Can’t tote no gun but got that Glock when I’m up in the yo’ though
Ain’t no time to wait, so nigga play, we gon’ burn him
Niggas tellin’ lies so I gotta be honest
Now I’m in a two-door coupe, it used to be a four-door
Late at night I used to sneak out my grandfather window
[Verse 1]
I got black and white bitches knockin’ at my door though
Flexin’ on these niggas, pockets full of blue hundreds

Hopin’ everything could clear up by the morning
Ain’t no goin’ back, you know I’m gon’ keep it comin’
And I was coolin’ on a flight, and I was hittin’ them licks though
You know how I pop, fuck that shit, I put his ass to rest
Plus my PO and the police knockin’ at my door though
Flexin’ on these niggas, pockets full of blue hundreds
Ask me for to tell it, you know that I’ma run it
Up with the choppa ‘case that boy try reach for my neck
I’m in the middle of the room posted with a .44
Back in the day them niggas laughed when I said I’m next
Hundred grand in my pocket when I wanna flex
Through the night when it be stormin’
Turned up like you want it, we pulled up on that dumb shit
Ask me for the Tellage, you know that I’ma run it
I told Nini I’m comin’ back, she think I’m with a hoe though
Turned up like you want it, we pulled up on that dumb shit

Through the night when it be stormin’
Turned up like you want it, we pulled up on that dumb shit
[Verse 2]
[Chorus]
Flexin’ on these niggas, pockets full of blue hundreds
I get creative, lace the track just like a blunt of dope though
Ten thousand dollars, that ain’t shit, I gave him that times three though
[Chorus]
Ain’t no time to wait, so nigga play, we gon’ burn him
Today Friday so you know we on that Clyde and Dodo
[Chorus]
Ain’t no goin’ back, you know I’m gon’ keep it comin’
Hopin’ everything could clear up by the morning
Niggas tellin’ lies so I gotta be honest
I got it out in case a nigga wanna take a photo
I’m quick to let a nigga have it, you know I’ma blow though
Remember me and 3Three we used to ride up in a stolo
Ain’t no time to wait, so nigga play, we gon’ burn him

Eric Bellinger – Yikes

Your temperature, I’ma check that, nigga
For me the goons pull up packin’ pieces and kill things
First you hear that yak yak then after that skrt skrt
And that Eazy Call on the way
I see on a daily nigga, you don’t know how bad it is

‘Cause that bum ass album you got could be yo’ life
What kinda nigga is proud to copy another man?
(To be honest with you, I take from a lot of musicians)
You split up your checks like 150 ways
Eazy Call on the way
Yikes
(I don’t give a f—, stole from all you…)
Get the fuck out my lane

You Wesley Johnson
When it come to disrespect, I don’t accept that, nigga
Yo’ only talent is mimicking anyone that’s talented
I thought you would understand but you was focused on the car
You don’t put no fear in me, nigga
Stole a vibe from Trey Songz, took a flow from K-Dot
[Verse 1]
Next time you in the city of angels keep that same energy, nigga
Eazy Call on the way
Dammit, Tory, when will it stop?
I put a couple grand on your head
This is the E-mix, this is the E-mix, yeah

[Chorus]
It’s all bad for you, I’m sympathetic
Have some of your old friends become new foes
Every other rap verse suckin’ on that Drake dick
(Are you stupid?)
I’m down for gettin’ dirty, boy, I came from the trenches
That’s on Christ, it’s plenty ways it could go
April 6th, April 6th
Just chill, take a L
But I got my pub so I’m good for a while
Bury you where you stand
First time you stole my shit, I nevermind it, wasn’t stressin
With stains on your shirt, screamin’ out "It hurt"
It’s war time, best believe we ain’t on no truce shit
[Intro]
Got some more, got some more shit to say
Don’t back paddle from the smoke ’cause I’ll bring it that’s true shit
You should stay the fuck out my way

We live in a day and age where they don’t know what talent is
The shoe fit so I put a outfit on that match it perfect
You should stay the fuck out my way
Memories don’t die but I can’t say the same for you
Eazy Call on the way

Eazy Call, Eazy Call on the way, on the way
You gon’ have to do more than just say it
This shit was a Eazy Call, ain’t no need for hearses
As I recall, I been that nigga
Fast forward second album, you still on that same shit
Get the fuck out my lane
This that hesitation before that Harden step back, nigga
And that Eazy Call on the way
I could take the credit for a lot of niggas’ style
Drop you like a bad connection, you know it’s the real thing
Hol’ up, hol’ up
While I’m just signed to myself like JAY-Z
Second time you did it, okay now this needs addressing
Too pussy to say my name but I heard the description
You should stay the fuck out my way
[Verse 3]
I don’t know a person that could make it through the challenges
Surely had a change of heart the day after your album dropped
Give ’em what they demand
If it weren’t for Interscope, yo’ records wouldn’t be playin
And this gon’ be your favorite song
Released a couple singles to your fans, you was red hot
[Outro]
[Chorus]
I been on a positive vibe but this I had to do
Kinda sound like Fetty Wap
Before yo’ next move, think twice
You even stole the song you dissed me on, that shit pathetic
[Verse 2]
Like any artist with my craft, I work hard
Grammy talk, Grammy talk
It’s Eazy
Said that Eazy Call on the way
You gettin’ bodied by a singin’ nigga
You should prolly just chill, bro
Get the fuck out my lane
Hella plaques on the wall

ASAP Rocky – A$Ap Forever (feat. Moby)

Dealing with life and its highs and lows
In love with my bitch cause she bi
In my dreams, I’m dying all the time
I guess it’s called livin’, shit I suppose
(Game, game, game, game)
[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
[Verse: A$AP Rocky]

Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang
She losin’ her mind, we kiss to Frank Ocean and Blonde
I never meant to hurt you (then and now)
Gang, A$AP boys come with the flame
[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
I’m ’bout my business but I’m alone
On Yams and that’s word to my mom
I tell ’em don’t fuck with the gang
I’m just livin’ like I’m supposed
True to truth somehow
A bunch of shit from a long time ago
But never truly lied at all, then and now
I might pull up with three K, but I do not fuck with no Klan
But never truly lied at all, then and now
They tryna front on the gang
But never truly lied at all, then and now
[Outro: Khloe Anna & Moby]
Truth somehow
When it’s my time to go, adios, vamonos
True to truth somehow
I’m done with adjustin’ to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Then I wake, it’s kaleidoscopic mind
But never truly lied at all, then and now
Gang, gang, they talkin’ down on the gang
Man I just run with the gang, A$AP boys came with the flame
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
I’m done with adjusting to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
But never truly lied at all, then and now
I got the boof by the pack, I fucked your boo in her back
It’s time to fuck up the whole game!
Flyin’ out womens to borin’ shows, I pray to God I don’t overdose
True to truth somehow (gang, gang)
Convincin’ my bitch to go blonde
They tryna front on the gang, they gon’ remember my name
Like dominos, nigga, Geronimos
True to truth somehow
Was born in the dark, I can’t even open my blinds
Gang, gang, they tryna run with the name
My ice like the stars, I tell that bitch, "Cover your eyes
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all
They talkin’ down on my name, don’t let ’em run off with the name
I still had the vision when I was broke, fuckin’ on bitches and foreign hoes
Gang, gang, them boys not flexing the same
Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell ’em don’t fuck with the gang

Cause smokin’ with me, you go blind"
True to truth somehow
Gang, gang, gang
[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
Gang gang, them boys not flexin’ the same
They wanna rep with the name, but this ain’t no regular name
Gang, gang
I put the gang on the flame, they gon’ remember the name
You talk about spending or buyin’ clothes

Flacko no Dominicano but eat the tostones with platanos
They robbin’ boys for the chain, I got Goyard by the sack
Come fuck with the Mob, shout out to the Lords and the Gods
I put A$AP on my tat, I put New York on the map

But never truly lied at all, then and now
It’s time to fuck up the whole game!
But never truly lied at all, then and now
I’m on my live alone, die VLONE
I never meant to lie
But never truly lied at all, then and now

Margiela Mad Man with cases I’m still tryna beat
But never truly lied at all, then and now
[Bridge: A$AP Rocky & Khloe Anna]
True to truth somehow

Post Malone – Stay (Live)

[Refrain]
Tell me that it’s all okay (tell me that it’s all okay)
You know that I’m too drunk to talk right now
[Chorus]
I’ve been waitin’ on this all damn day (waitin’ on this all damn day)
Call me in the mornin’, tell me how last night went
Tell me that it’s all okay (tell me that it’s all okay)
Figure it out with no intoxication

Every time we make up, the truth is faded
Chasin’ pain with an excuse
Stay a little longer if you convince me
You tell me all the things that you have against me
We carry on, what is our motivation?
But don’t break your back for me
Everybody’s blind when the view’s amazin’
I’m here, but don’t count on me to stay
It’s like we only play to lose
You said that it’s all that you want and more

It’s true that all that you know is all that you are
I’m here, but don’t count on me to…
I’ve been waitin’ on this all damn day (waitin’ on this all damn day)
Maybe we’re used to this
I’ve been waitin’ on this all damn day (waitin’ on this all damn day)

Don’t break your back for me

We’re never wrong, how the hell we gonna make it?
[Refrain]
And tell me what you think
[Verse 2]
[Verse 1]

Tell me, what are we to do
Mr. Andrew Watt, ladies and gentlemen
Damn, who are we right now?

I love that shit and so do you
I’m here, but don’t count on me to stay
I’ll put you out of your misery
[Chorus]
You put your cigarette out on my face
Tell me that it’s all okay (tell me that it’s all okay)
[Guitar Solo]
Fuck off and pour another drink
Can we have a little conversation?
So beautiful, please woman
Call me in the mornin’, tell me how last night went
[Chorus]
Call me in the mornin’, tell me how last night went
I’ll put you out of your misery

Hayley Kiyoko – Curious (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

Forget to bring a jacket, wrap up in him cause you wanted to?
Did you take him to the pier in Santa Monica?
If you let him touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
If you let him touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya (yeah)
I’m just curious, is it serious?
But don’t you worry, I can handle it

Did you take him to the pier in Santa Monica?
Forget to bring a jacket, wrap up in him cause you wanted to?
Been looking through the texts and all the photos
You think of me, I’m what you see
You’ve been out of reach, could you explain?
I’m just curious, is it serious?
You say you wanted me, but you’re sleeping with him

I don’t believe you
The way I used to, used to, used to, used to, used to, used to (yeah)
But don’t you worry I can handle it
Been looking through the texts and all the photos
Forget to bring a jacket, wrap up in him cause you wanted to?

I’m just curious, is it serious?
I’m just on the floor, I’m like a model
Yeah
You ain’t been loving me right (yeah)
No, don’t you worry I can handle it
I’m just on the floor, I’m like a model
Forget to bring a jacket, wrap up in him cause you wanted to?
I need a drink, whiskey ain’t my thing
If you let him, if you let him
I’m just curious, is it serious?
The way I used to, used to, used to, used to, used to, used to (yeah)
Are we just friends?
Who’s been loving you good?
When you look at the sky
Did you take him to the pier in Santa Monica?
I can handle things- like I wish that you would
[Verse 1]
The way I used to, used to, used to, used to, used to, used to (yeah)
No, don’t you worry, I can handle it
[Bridge]
I’m just curious, is it serious?
If you let him touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya (yeah)
Calling me up, so late at night
But don’t you worry I can handle it
Been looking through the texts and all the photos

The way I used to, used to, used to, used to, used to, used to (yeah)
I’m just on the floor, I’m like a model
I’m just curious, is it serious?
I think that you should
No, don’t you worry I can handle it
What you been up to?

[Chorus]
But shit is all good
Did you take him to the pier in Santa Monica?

[Pre-Chorus]
[Verse 2]
If you let him touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya (yeah)
[Chorus]

Joe Moses – Back Goin Brazy (feat. Future)

I’m back with a three piece, I’m back with the Uzi
I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back, I’m back), I’m back goin’ brazy
Smilely and P.T forever, B, he gonna get the cheddar
I’m back goin’ brazy (Yey yey), I whip the Mercedes (Skrr Skrr)
Smokin’ on gas by the pound from the West Boast
[Chorus: Future]
I pulled a bitch from the West Boast, I came back with the nitro
Back goin’ brazy (Yey), I whip the Mercedes (Yey yey)
More like a [?] man, Twist, my nigga forever
Margiela and Louis, ya hoe is a groupie (what?!)
they know that they know it Ain’t no more fuckin’ with Jody, L.A.
I got the braps, the braps, the braps, 100 a nigga get wacked
Shoot up your set, the K’s out, niggas they shoot, but never kill

I’m back on the bullshit, I’m back on that Pucci
Shout out to OG Wacko, holdin’ it down on the West Boast

I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy), I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy)
400 clips in the wagon Kick back and boolin’, what’s brackin’?
Fuck it I’ll sign for a bird (Prrr), throw it on caption and post it
[Verse 2: Joe Moses]
She bad, she on duty, I’m back makin’ movies
Moses, he known for the drug deal, heavy be pushin’, that’s so fo’ real
they know that they know it, L.A. L.A. they know that they know it
[?] where them youngings at who gon’ make the bottle go ring, ring

I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy), I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy)
Them niggas know, we shoot and you don’t (what?!)
I’m back with a three piece, I’m back with the Uzi
[Chorus: Future]
[Intro: Joe Moses & Future]
These racks on me, I got the bracks on me, I got the racks on me, I got the bracks

[Chorus: Future]
I’m back goin’ brazy (Yey yey), I whip the Mercedes (Skrr Skrr)
I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back, I’m back), I’m back goin’ brazy
Blacking the track with a codine, all of my bitches’ is slouchy
[?] my nigga he killin’, free all my niggas they illin’
She want pink roses, I put diamonds on her toes
I’m back with a three piece, (back with a three piece, back with a three piece)
I put the that B on everything, married to us is a gang gang

My niggas raw and they so fo’ real, you niggas soft and you hoe fo’ real
My man kickin’ shit like he Bruce Lee
I’m back with the shooters, we [?] like Cuban
I’m back goin’ brazy (Yey yey), I whip the Mercedes (Skrr Skrr)
Bzzz all on your head like a bee be
NWB in the building, fuck it I’ll sign for a million
I’m back on the Gucci, I’m back and she wet like jacuzzi
I put the B diamonds all on my neck and my wrist and then all on my ring, ring
Back goin’ brazy (Yey), I whip the Mercedes (Yey yey)
I’m back on the Gucci, I’m back and she wet like jacuzzi
I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy), I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy)
I’m back on the bullshit, I’m back on that Pucci
I’m back on the Gucci, I’m back and she wet like jacuzzi
I got the bracks on bracks, the bales, the bales, they come to get taxed
[Verse 3: Future]
Back goin’ brazy (Yey), I whip the Mercedes (Yey yey)
I’m back on the bullshit, I’m back on that Pucci
Too much diamonds it’s chain gang, all of my bitches’ throwback
Stop actin’ stupid, my niggas they foolish (what?!)
All of my dawgs, they ’bout it, ’bout it (I’m goin’ too brazy)
I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back, I’m back), I’m back goin’ brazy

Trippie Redd & Lil Yachty – Who Run It (Freestyle)

And these niggas they mad ’cause I’m richer than them

Bitch on my dick, that’s a love spell (yeah)
Totin’ gats jit, all my niggas ride
Ayy, who you think you ahead of? Not us
Hold on (Lil Boat)
Pull up deep, wide body nigga
Niggas be flexin’, they bold or somethin’
I’m just as rich as your favorite rapper, nigga, might be richer
Nobody else, nigga, you and I
Bad bitch and I’m fucking shining
Big chopper, I’ma let the bullets fly
Yeah, ayy, hold on, ayy
Buyin’ whips, yeah, we into that
Don’t make me make another mama cry
They don’t want that war, go home or somethin’
Taking trips to the fucking islands
Do a trill, catch another body though
Guess these guys don’t realize
Real niggas live by the code
Fuck the bitch right, then I kiss her
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Keep it all in the pack, huh
Loving hoes, yeah no nigga
Lil’ nigga talkin’ down, we gon’ snatch his chain (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
1400 gang (yuh), 800 gang (yuh)
Big Trippie keep it real witcha

I don’t play, pussy, wish a nigga try
Call a few bitches, chill with some hoes or somethin’
Spend twenty racks like two bands (facts)
Ridin’ ’round in a Maybach with my nigga Pellz
I’m a real nigga, in the field witcha, doin’ trill witcha
I got a bad bitch from the fucking islands
Catch a nigga lack on my fuckin’ bros
Bought my moms a Rover but I ain’t BlocBoy
We jumpin’ niggas What is a one-on-one, nigga?
1400 yeah, 1400 yeah, 800 yeah
Hmm, where the hoes? Nigga, that’s weird

Lil Boat (who else?)
Nigga, I’m a real ass nigga, ain’t fake a nigga
When they talking fly, man it’s suicide
Got more pops on my watch than your brother teeth
Niggas act like I ain’t G.O.A.T. or somethin’
14
Fuck around, you come up missin’ like them (yeah)
Can’t nobody at QC get punked, nigga
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Big Trippie keep it real witcha
[Bridge: Trippie Redd & Lil Yachty]
Like, that’s my fuckin’ hobby, yo
Huh, Big 14 Bitch
Gang
Chopper at your throat and you afraid to die
We run it, not opps
Act like you hard and you careless (yeah)
Just to go and switch gears (skrt)
Jugg, jugg, got all this jewelry
Stay ganged up, I ain’t clickin’ with them
Don’t talk, do a nigga do or die
[Outro: Lil Yachty & Trippie Redd]
Ha, real player like my pops (pops)
Take a trip, go chill with the bros or somethin’
Free my big brother out the prison cell
With my nigga too, head off the pole
Doin’ trill, catch another homicide
Hit the pent like I’m Derek Fisher
Uh, came with the sticks like they hunting nigga
Feel like Jeremy Shockey, cold as Minnesota
If they won’t call, I don’t gotta yell (yeah)
Internet flexin’ with the phone or somethin’
[Intro: Trippie Redd & Lil Yachty]
1400 gang (yuh), 800 gang (yuh)
Gang (uh), gang (uh), huh, gang (uh)
You a lil’ pup, nigga, fetch a bone or somethin’
QC [?] told ’em give ’em hell
Glock out, running we empty 12
Hundreds [?] like a pack of [?]
We got the strap, nigga, fuck it, we stompin’ niggas
Big 14, fuck the other side
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah
Nigga, I ball like the Pistons and them (uh)
Gave big bro twenty-seven racks for his birthday, the world made a scene (facts)
Throwing gang signs, call it [?] nigga
Cop a new Lamb, cop a new ‘Rari
Lil’ nigga let them lullas fly, leave a young nigga so traumatized
Boy you young, where your Similac?
Burn out, burn out
Fix your face, nigga, you got butterflies?
Put it to your nose, leave your body froze
In the safe in the [?], we got hella plaques
All my lil’ niggas keep it trill, pop a couple pills witcha
Crotched up, all of my brothers sack
Your bitch new to you, she ain’t new to me
Fuckin’ her jewels with my nigga Jack
Ride around town, you the one that licked her
Man, this shit ain’t new to me
All my lil’ niggas keep it trill, pop a couple pills witcha
Niggas male strippers when them poles bummin’

I’m a real nigga, in the field witcha, doin’ trill witcha
Y’all don’t even know how a nigga live
I ain’t really with the fucking foolery
Fuckin’ hoes, yeah, we into that
Gotta run up them Ricky Racks
Got a .223 inside the Hellcat
Thirty round in my Glock
You can get shot, Terry Richardson and them
Hundred niggas in your section
1400/800 lil’ nigga, flexin’ paper nigga
I don’t fuck with opps, all y’all niggas’ hoes
That red dot right between your eyes
2K, 3K, 4K, 5K, spent it on my new jeans (skrt skrt skrt)
Ten toes on my sole, niggas wouldn’t double dare to cross the big Boat (yeah)
Bitch with the shits call her Annabelle (yeah)
You know what the fuck goin’ on
Last year, I was 19, had 300K inside a [?] coat (yeah)
Every time we turn out, make a big scene (yeah)
But I do keep a Glock for opp boys (doot-doot-doot)
Met a few of ’em, y’all could get exposed
Glistenin’ in these fucking diamonds
You the type run to the sheriff (hah)
‘Cause that’d be the night niggas die

Tom Misch – Lost In Paris (feat. Goldlink)

I hope you warm and safe
You’re lost in Paris
You’re lost in Paris
All the place we would go
I know that I need you now
The memory I can’t replace
Let me start, left right ahh
I know that I need you now
[?] down, got run round in a [?]
[Verse 2: GoldLink]
[?]

(You’re lost in Paris)
I know you now
(You’re lost in Paris)
I hope you warm and safe
I hope you warm and safe
Thought I fall in love with a small [?]
You’re lost in Paris
You’re lost in Paris

The key that I won’t forget
The key that I won’t forget
You’re lost in Paris
The memory I can’t replace
It was over in day
I hope you warm and safe
You’re lost in Paris
You’ve kept the same

[Chorus]
(You’re lost in Paris)
You’re lost in Paris
[Chorus]

(You’re lost in Paris)
[?]
The memory I can’t replace
Lost in Paris
All the things I used to say
[Verse]

The key that I won’t forget
You’re lost in Paris

(You’re lost in Paris)
All the songs we got know
[?] shorty had my heart in a [?]
You [?]
I know that I need you now
Young young, all in love in a lost place
(You’re lost in Paris)
(You’re lost in Paris)
The key that I won’t forget
(You’re lost in Paris)
I hope you warm and safe
(You’re lost in Paris)
The memory I can’t replace
The memory I can’t replace
(You’re lost in Paris)
You’re lost in Paris
[Chorus]
[Outro]
I know that I need you now
The key that I won’t forget
You’re lost in Paris

Sabrina Claudio – Don’t Let Me Down (feat. Khalid)

Don’t let me (yeah)
Don’t let me down (don’t let me down)
[Chorus: Both & Sabrina Claudio]
Where we go from here is all your choice
I told you things about me
I let you put your arms around me
Where we go from here is all your choice
And I’ll keep you around

Do you see me here
Giving you love
If I give you myself

[Outro: Sabrina Claudio & Khalid]
Don’t let me down aseme un petardo mamarrachon

Don’t let me down (don’t let me down)
[Verse 2: Khalid]
Do you feel me here

You’re the first to know
I let you put your arms around me
[Verse 1: Sabrina Claudio]
Can I trust in you
No one’s ever gotten to this point
And I’ll keep you around (hey, yeah yeah)
Don’t let me down (don’t let me down)
Don’t let me down
[Pre-Chorus: Sabrina Claudio]
Don’t let me down, no
Don’t let me down
No one’s ever gotten to this point (No one’s ever gotten, no one’s ever gotten)
Don’t let me down, no
‘Cause love is a waste of time if you and I don’t do this right
And I’ve had much to tell

Opening up
I told you things about me
[Pre-Chorus: Both & Sabrina Claudio]
Don’t let me (hey, yeah yeah)
‘Cause love is a waste of time if you and I don’t do this right
[Chorus: Sabrina Claudio]

Rexx Life Raj – Never Had

‘Cause I ain’t never had shit
Soon you’ll understand
I’m just my grandpappy’s grandson
Nappy roots with the cornrows
Dress like they all shop at PacSun
Just need to feel something, feel something for real

Lately its all talk,I, dont really see it (eh)
He been tellin me I should probably lay off that adderall (all)
Bless my mom ’cause every Christmas
Before I knew what the truth was
I was a little badass
‘Cause I ain’t never had shit
I pick it up, then I pick it up
___FEELS___
He keep telling me
Stop saying things when you dont really mean it
In hopes it would protect his black son
My pops gave me game about life
‘Cause we ain’t never had shit
My fat ass ate every last crumb
Oh, everything he said was right
Kill these niggas off (ey)
I feel the fake in the handshake

Forgive me, I been doin’ bad shit
We ain’t giving up
Forgive me, I been doin’ bad shit

I always wanted more, though
When I talk da phone
I just need to feel something, feel something new
But it didn’t make sense ’till Devon died
Nowadays we gon’ hoop in Jordans
So he could buy me more clothes
They don’t work like Raj’s plans
If we leave it up in God’s hands
Ive been out the way staying to myself, saying to myself
We ain’t never had shit
Raj move like a NASCAR
Look, I ain’t never had shit
Just need to feel something, feel something new
Now im making hits see me blasing off higher than i did feel im fallin off
We’ve been through too much

But the thing about God’s plans
All my friends into high fashion
We came a long way from And 1’s
Forgive me, I been doin’ bad shit

We ain’t never had shit
I’m on one ’till the wheels break
(Ey)
She made sure we always had some
Papa used to work his ass off
[Hook]
Nowadays everybody brainwashed
Moxie Java got the city poppin but it pissed my daddy off (huh)
Then they gave Funk 25 years to life
If he don’t swing back he might have guns
We ain’t never had shit
Bow my head in hopes that I’m living right
Pops you made a man
‘Cause we ain’t never had shit
Where is the love when i need it
Mama said it’ll all come
Fill my ears with all of that truth
We ain’t never had shit
[Verse 1]

Said a lot of your friends would be dead or in jail
Drink that whiskey like I’m OD
We ain’t never had shit
Look, ay
We swing cars and hands where I’m from
[Verse 2]
Forgive me, I been doin’ bad shit
Feel something, feel something for real
I ain’t never had shit
Lately I’ve been on one
Just need to feel something, feel something new
We ain’t never had shit
[Hook]
She make sure there’s food on my plate
We could barely afford those
I ain’t never had shit
Raj move like an earthquake

DJ LUKE NASTY – Last Night (feat. Rotimi)

Bend down, yeah
I was in, I was in it all night, all night, oh
Pull yo’ panties to the side, and watch me work, baby
Last night I was in that pussy
I’ll take the panties off, take em’ off
I’m tryna’ eat yo’ pussy
Rotimi
Last night I was in that pussy
You’re my dessert
Wait, eh
Back it up, I tell her back it up
We smoke chronic and get high (get high)
[Verse 1: DJ Luke Nasty & (Rotimi)]
I put my hands all on her spine (spine)
Nasty!

She like her face down ass up
I wanna lick it, oh
When I hit it from the back (ay)
Last night I was in that pussy
I got a thang for her (thang for her), a thang for her (thang)

Last night I was in that pussy

[Verse 2: DJ Luke Nasty & (Rotimi)]
And she 5’5 but she love that 6-9 (she do)
She start strippin’ when she half-drunk
Girl I know you want this dick (this dick)
Have your friend on the side
Then I’m screamin’ roll, roll, roll I can’t take no more
I was in that pussy, I was in that pussy, baby
Last night I was in that pussy
Girl you know it’s sweet
Can nobody ride it like I ride
And she know what she came for (huh)
Last night I was in that pussy
Uh, Who am I?
She like blah, blah, blah (blah)
I could see it in your eyes (see)
[Intro: DJ Luke Nasty & Rotimi]
Last night I was in that pussy
[Chorus: DJ Luke Nasty & Rotimi ]

Last night I was in that pussy
Uh, Who am I?
I’m Luke Nasty with two eyes (two eyes)
Sign tatted on her side
Last night I was in that pussy
Let me put it down, baby watch me eat it
So I could see what it taste like
Three!
I was in that pussy baby
And still keep it inside
I was in, I was in it all night, all night, oh
[Verse 3: Rotimi]
And let me up in them thighs
Ass like Nicki girl
I know what you want
I wanna taste it
[Chorus: DJ Luke Nasty & Rotimi ]
Last night I was in that pussy
Work alot nine to five (five)
And when I’m on top I make her cum six times
Then I suck that pussy from the back of her
Like a DUI
Boy you know that’s mine (know)
She a bad yellow bitch
I’m Luke Nasty with two eyes (two eyes)

Yeah
Last night I was in that pussy
Let’s have a minaj
[Chorus: DJ Luke Nasty]
It’s ironic cause’ she bi (she bi)
I got hoes all on my line (my line)
Girl get nasty like a bag lunch
So I’ma give her dick
I know what you need

Girl when I go deep, you leave a puddle in my sheets
Baby for the night
Last night I was in that pussy

Daniel Caesar – Get You (feat. Kali Uchis)

[Bridge: Daniel Caesar]
Every time I get a bit inside I feel it
You’re all I need

[Chorus: Daniel Caesar]

[Verse 1: Daniel Caesar]

Boy you’ll lead me to paradise
Every time I get a bit inside I feel it
Don’t you love when I come around

You’re all I need
Bill you up then I take you down
Through drought and famine, natural disasters
Everything I need’s between those thighs
Build you up then I take…
[Chorus: Daniel Caesar]
Boy you make me feel so alive
[Outro: Kali Uchis]
It’s only the two of us
Before it winds down into
And I’ll take some time

None of that could ever make me leave
Every time I look into your eyes I see it
Oooooooh, who would’ve thought I’d get you
And when we’re making love
[Verse 3: Kali Uchis]
[Verse 2: Daniel Caesar]
(If you’ve got someone you like…)
The memories, It’s all just memories
Just to be thankful
Oooooooh, who would’ve thought I’d get you
Oooooooh, who would’ve thought I’d get you
This feels like summer
That I had days full of you, you
Oooooooh, who would’ve thought I’d get you
Kingdoms have fallen, angels be calling
Just be my lover
[Chorus: Daniel Caesar]

Every time I look into your eyes I see it
Your cries they can be heard from far and wide
(…feel something that’s right somebody just tell somebody)
Don’t you love when I come around
Oooooooh, who would’ve thought I’d get you
(If you’ve got someone you like…)
Oooooooh, who would’ve thought I’d get you
My baby has been around for me
(…feel something that’s right somebody just tell somebody)