David Guetta & Sia – Flames

Oh, my love, don’t stop burning
Gotta keep those tears at bay
[Chorus: Sia]
[Chorus: Sia]
[Verse 2: Sia]
Just keep moving
Figure it out, figure it out, but don’t stop moving
Oh, my love, don’t stop burning
[Verse 1: Sia]
Gotta keep those tears at bay
Figure it out, figure it out, you can do this

Go, go, go
Just keep moving, oh
Just keep moving
In flames
[Intro: Sia]
[Pre-Chorus: Sia]
You gotta get through today
Don’t stop the past’ll trip you up

You gotta get trough today
Listen out for the voice to say

Don’t stop, tomorrow’s another day
Figure it out, figure it out, you can do this
Figure it out, figure it out, but don’t stop moving
One foot in front of the other babe
Gonna send them up in flames

So my love, keep on running
In flames
Just keep moving, oh
In flames
Oh, oh
Gotta keep those tears at bay
Go, go, go
Go, go, go

So my love, keep on running
You gotta get through today
Figure it out, figure it out, you can do this
Don’t stop, tomorrow you’ll feel no pain
[Chorus: Sia]
So my love, keep on running

Go, go, go
[Pre-Chorus: Sia]
Gonna send them up in flames
There my love, keep on running
Gonna send them up in flames
One breath leads to another yeah
You know, right now’s gotta be enough
Look within for the strength today
[Bridge: Sia]
Oh, my love, don’t stop burning
In flames
Then my love, keep on running
Figure it out, figure it out, but don’t stop moving

Go, go, go
There my love, keep on running
In flames
Go, go, go

NBA YoungBoy – Genie

Tell me you would never leave
I put my hands up police drew down on me
Reminiscing ’bout them days I was sittin’ up in that cage
You can stay to fuck from round me

Whole lot a heron, I sell that shit right in front of my momma
Hope I don’t wake in my sleep
[Verse 1]
Slatt Slatt Slatt
Ima spit in the booth Ima go in like a goblin
[Intro]
Don’t tell me that you love me, if you ain’t going to die for me
I been giving all my love, tell me do you feel it
I been giving all my love, tell me do you feel it
I been taking Adderall mixing it with lean (mixin’ it wit lean)
If you ain’t gonna ride for me (eh)
Until death call my name
[Chorus]
I got my static when you ride with me
Too many problems (yeah)
Get from off your knees you ain’t got to cry to me (yeah)
That’s all life

Don’t tell me that you love me, if you ain’t going to die for me (oh)
I was begging you to stay and you hung up in my face
Talked to Future the other day and he say I need to change lanes (yeah)
Yeah (I call that)
Yeah
I said that’s
[Chorus]
Said I changed on you, but I feel that you changed on me
VVss in my chain tell that hoe Young Thug everything
Who the realest had to tell her I’m a genie
I can answer wishes (yeah) (I can answer wishes man)

If you ain’t gonna ride for me
Get from off your knees you ain’t got to cry to me (yeah)
So many charges make me wanna go way over seas
They selling lies and I bought it (yeah)
This a pain song but I’m letting everything go
They keep begging me to change
Thinking how I’m gone solve it (yeah)
Ima just go on with my life
Stimulate my brain (yeah, yeah) had to tell ’em I ain’t leaving out the same way I came in (yeah) (oh, fuck what i saying)
I said my prayers and you gon’ sow just what you reap (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Hearing voices in brain hoping everything change
Even when my voice fucked up
All for you I’ll take a slug baby
I been rolling through the streets and been clutching on my heat
Playboy on this bitch put he ain’t playing though
I wish that I could find a girl just like my momma
So much pain in my body (yeah)
Swear I would never run just like a man ima face my problems
[Outro]
They selling lies and I bought it (yeah) (sell those lies and I bought it)
Nigga got me fucked up
I put blood all on my feet and I put cameras in my trees (baby)
I don’t wanna hurt nobody, but still ride around with that chiper (yeah)
How could you just lie to me (yeah)
Cause they gon’ try to count you out til you make them count you in (yeah)
All for you I’ll take a slug baby
Slatt Slatt Slatt
Tell me you would never leave
I can answer wishes (yeah)
You can stay to fuck from round me

We got pulled over no you ain’t going to do no time for me
Who the realest had to tell her I’m a genie
Aye, aye Youngboy, slime yeah
Zole life to the end, tell them free the main sniper(tell ’em free kodak)
Been in love never help me solve my problems (my problems)
How could you just lie to me (yeah)

Never learn gotta trust sittin’ in penitentiary
Ima spin on his block, I admit that I had shot him
Never learn gotta trust sittin’ in penitentiary
Cuz that’s my way of showing I don’t care no more
Too many problems (too many problems) (yeah)
So much pain in my body (yeah)
Thinking how I’m gone solve it (yeah) (solve it, solve ’em)
Free Kodak, everything gettin’ slayed
I promise when I speak specifically about anything

Damian Marley – Living It Up

I was born uptown of the ghetto dream, now don’t be lazy
But daddy made it out – out of the ghetto
Gong to Zilly, yo me flow phenomenally
[Verse 1]
Portmore, Seaview, Spanish Town
I’m a one in a zillion yo dawg
We’re living it up – having a good time baby
Believe in your dreams, believe you me, don’t let go
We’re living it up -we’re having a good time baby
Every other day mi voice a dozen dubplate
Tough up unnu muscle, no it’s never too late
We sing till da neighbour dem wake
Believe in your dreams, believe you me, don’t let go
Burnin’ Babylon and dem dirty ways
Daddy made it out – out of the ghetto
Trenchtown have a grandson
So, live it up, Trenchtown to Rema
[Chorus]
Growin’ up to be somebody
But daddy made it out – out of the ghetto?
Big city life Kingston and Mobay
But daddy made it out – out of the ghetto

I was born uptown of the ghetto dream, now ain’t life crazy?
[Verse 2]

On the playground is where I spend most of my days
Daddy made it out – out of the ghetto
If you want some, good life finally
Nine Mile, Brownstown to Flankers

Falmouth, Westside, Orange Hill
Believe in your dreams, believe you me, don’t let go
Believe in your dreams, believe you me, don’t let go
And if you think me sell out tell dem ain’t no way
Me ah gwaan live it up life is better than great
With food inna plate and drinks inna crate
[Chorus]
Believe in your dreams, believe you me, don’t let go
Riverton, Southside to Jungle
Fi gwaan celebrate inna rich people place
Uptown Jamaica born an’ raised
Sherlock, Garden to Spanglers
We’re living it up – having a good time baby
I was born uptown of the ghetto dream, now ain’t life crazy?
We’re living it up – having a good time baby
We’re living it up -we’re having a good time baby
I am the kind of thing that doesn’t happen normally
On the playground is where I spend most of my days
[Chorus]
And benefit from your wisdom
I was born uptown of the ghetto dream, now ain’t life crazy?
I was born uptown of the ghetto dream, now don’t be lazy
Di likkle rastaman from Trenchtown fly di gate
Come out of the old crime lobby
I was born uptown of the ghetto dream, now don’t be lazy
While watchin’ all the rich kids goin’ astray
Daddy made it out – out of the ghetto
Perhaps change your night time hobby
We’re living it up -we’re having a good time baby
Believe in your dreams, believe you me, don’t let go
Payneland, Three Mile to Backto

Uptown Jamaica born an’ raised
Put in our hustle, we nuh sidung and wait

Young Nudy – Loaded Baked Potato

We got to do that one man, I like that one
Yeah, anyways (he ain’t have no clue)
Yeah, anyway (they ain’t have no clue)
That’s all I really be doin’, you feel me?
I been sellin’ Slim Shady, yeah (Slim Shady)
Here you go ho, you wanna suck my rocks (yeah suck my rocks)
Hell no slime, don’t wanna come push up (uh-uh)
Nigga be hatin’, fugazi (fugazi)
Damn y’all some lame ass niggas (yeah)
I say bitch go’n suck these nuts (these nuts)
And I like that shit (and I like that shit), yeah yeah
[Chorus]

That’s a right lil bitch, yeah (yeah that right lil bitch), yeah

Nigga wanna hate ’cause my racks in (’cause my racks in)
I’m a real street nigga
All these hoes wanna suck my kids (yeah my kids)
She say slime I wanna ride your knob (I wanna ride your knob)
In the kitchen whippin’ babies (babies)
Bitch ain’t no callin’ my phone (girl say what?)
Damn I don’t wanna fuck no more (damn)
And I just got a couple backends (yeah I’m turnt up)
Slime sellin’ all the babies (the babies)
All of this money, your bitch wanna fuck
She like damn, they don’t wanna fuck with me no more (nah bitch)
Damn I don’t wanna fuck no more (uh-uh)
I got big bucks, big shotgun nigga, big bucks
Late night, twelve o’clock (twelve o’clock)
At the club, yeah turnt up (turnt up)
What you tell ’em slime?
Skeet in her, let’s have a baby (a baby)
She really fucked up (she really fucked up)
Yeah ya dig (ya dig)
The streets yeah they pay me (yeah they pay me)
Uh, uh, huh, nah, yeah, the trust is fucked up (my trust is fucked up)
I really just be stressin’ myself on all this shit
And I just got a couple backends (couple backs in)
(Big Bag) What you gon’ do when that money come through?
Had to run them racks the fuck up (racks)
I say bitch go’n suck these nuts (suck these nuts)
Damn I don’t wanna fuck no more (damn)
Beat that ho from the back, big in (big in)
(Y’all know y’all niggas still hate on Big Bag)
All these hoes wanna suck my kids (uh-huh)
Backwood bitch, yeah back in (back end)
Back to the daily (daily)
(yeah I’m in now) Who let slimeball get in?
Crack fiends goin’ crazy (crazy)
And I know y’all, know y’all pockets ain’t swole
And I just got a couple backends (yeah I’m turnt up)
(Big Bag) Yeah, now, what you gon’ do when a big slime come through?
At the club, yeah turnt up (yeah I’m turnt)
[Chorus]
Chopper go Slim Shady (blaow)
Uh, yeah, in there, uh
Beat that ho from the back, big in (uh-huh)
(big slime) Who let slimeball get in?
And I know, and I know y’all niggas some hoes
I say bitch go’n suck these nuts (suck these nuts)
Big slimeball why you do that? (why you do that?)
But when I want to though
All these goddamn bucks right now
[Verse 2]
She like damn, they don’t wanna fuck with me no more (damn)

Your ho wanna suck my babies (my babies), yeah yeah yeah
At the club, yeah turnt up (yeah I’m turnt)
(And I know, and I know y’all pockets ain’t swole)

And I know y’all mad, y’all hate on Big Bag
‘Cause eventually you’ll catch up and you’ll get you some money
Late night, twelve o’clock (twelve o’clock)
Backwood bitch, yeah back in (that’s that back end)
[Outro]
(big slime) Who let slimeball get in?
Bring that shit back man
East Atlanta but I wasn’t born in Grady (I swear)
Hell no slime, don’t wanna come push up (uh-uh)
[Chorus]
Yeah, his bitch wanna fuck, he didn’t have a clue (well damn)
I’ll fill a nigga up like what the fuck (damn, what the fuck?)
[Verse 1]
So I had to back the fuck up (I back the fuck up)
My boy T said that’s it
Uh, yeah, in there, uh, ooh
Anyway, yeah, anyway (he ain’t have no clue)
Here you go ho, you wanna suck my rocks (suck my rocks)
Fuck on your ho, your old lady (your old lady)
Damn y’all some hating ass niggas (yeah)
All of this money, I gotta do the dash (yeah)
All these hoes wanna suck my kids (uh-huh)
I fuck on your ho, damn

Nigga wanna hate ’cause my racks in (’cause my racks in)
Just when I tried to fuck her (I tried to fuck her)
[Intro]
Shady ass, shady ass, shady ass, foo ass, lame ass nigga
But you’ll be alright though, you feel me
Bitch ain’t no callin’ my phone (girl say what?)
It don’t matter, nigga ain’t gon’ change (yeah)
Still hatin’ nigga from back then (hahahah)
Yeah ya dig (yeah ya dig)
‘Cause Big Bag, yeah he got big bags (big bags)
Lame ass nigga run it up right now (run it up)
See you with the money, make a bitch go and do (yeah)
Nah, bitch
Here you go ho, you wanna suck my rocks (yeah suck my rocks)
Your bitch wanna fuck right now (right now)

She like damn, they don’t wanna fuck with me no more (damn)
What you gon’ do when your bitch wanna come through? (Big Bag)
Backwood bitch, yeah back in (back end)
Nigga wanna hate ’cause my racks in (’cause my racks)
Bitch ain’t no callin’ my phone (girl say what?)
That’s a white lil bitch (that’s alright lil bitch), yeah yeah yeah yeah
Two hundred on the dash (yee-uum)
She tryna act the fuck up (she act the fuck up)
Yeah, why you count do that? (do that)
Late night, twelve o’clock (twelve o’clock)
Yeah ya dig (ya dig)
(And I know, and I know y’all niggas some hoes)
But until then, you feel me
Woo (that’s another No Clue, woo)
Still hatin’ nigga from back then (back then)
Two hundred, yeah that’s cash, yeah (she like that)
Beat that ho from the back, big in (uh-huh)
She say slime I wanna ride your knob (I wanna ride your knob)
She say slime I wanna ride your knob (ride your knob)
Geekin’ in your ho, all on her (all up in her cootie)
My money runnin’ up right now (right now)
Lame ass nigga didn’t know, damn (didn’t know)
Still hatin’ nigga from back then (back then)
Slappin’ on her booty (yeah)
Hell no slime, don’t wanna come push up (uh-uh)

ASAP Rocky – Distorted Records (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

I can feel the bass, I can feel the bass
I don’t feel a thing

Uh, uh
Cloud 9, hello earthlings
From another planet, Birthplace
Distorted, distorted records
Get put in place, I’m about the bank
[Pre-Chorus 2]
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Out your mouth or even worth saying
Like if I’ma be top ten, mine’s better be the first name
Jakes, word to Pastor Ma$e and Kirk Franklin Word to T.D.
Distorted records, distorted records
Ex used to stay with bad ‘tings

I don’t feel a thing
Flacko out here causing earthquakes
Little niggas is my offsprings
(Yeah I’m faded, yeah I’m shaded)
I can feel the bass, I can see the fakes
I guess that’s why I’m leaving turd stains

All they listened to was bird things
I can feel the bass
Foreign hoes got the fur brains
My girl never liked the bad brains
[Intro]
I don’t feel a thing
[Chorus]
Big body make the floor break
Our newest president an asshole
They deserve a niggas, first name, middle name, third name
Everything I do ground breaking
[Verse]
First things first, I done heard the worst things
Distorted, distorted records
Distorted records
Big bass make the world shake

Distorted, distorted records
Distorted, distorted records
Comma, dollar signs, I’m about my Franklins
Get the fuck up out my face, bitch
From the ceiling to the basement
I can feel the bass
Distorted, distorted records

[Chorus]
Distorted records

Belly – Maintain (feat. NAV)

Audemaur, plain Jane
Look, yeah, yeah
Took a lean nap, had a dream ’bout a custom piece
30 millimeters ain’t nothing
Fake watch busters, ain’t never bustin’ me (nope)
My baby brother, he been spazzin’ lately
Every day, same thing
I just spent a cool 60 on my wristwear (yeah)

[Chorus: Belly]
Same time
[Outro: Belly]
Bust down, Rollie
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
20 years, no off days
Pumpin’ stuck off the mud
Bust down, Rollie
Don’t come around if you can’t hang
Bust down, Rollie
Man, I want 10 plain Janes, wanna be like Ric Flair (woo)
Blow dank, pour drank
[Verse 1: Belly]
Me and Belly XO same team, same gang (woah)
Bust down, Rollie
Every day, same thing
New phone Who’s this?

My little brother had the vitamins
I’m everything that you lames ain’t
[Intro]
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
Watch how my wrist and my neck bling
Blow dank, pour drank
Audemaur, plain Jane
You ain’t fly, you on standby
Blow dank, pour drank
Let my nuts summer chain hang (woah)
Hey, look, AP, bust down Rollie, plain Jane
Now my mind and all my stones are crystal clear (yeah)
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain

Blow dank, pour drank
[Verse 2: NAV]
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
Everyone of my jewelers get paid, they trust in me (yeah)
I hit up Elliot, he said that he gon’ get it done for me
[Chorus: Belly]
Every day, same thing
Wedding bands ain’t got no wedding (Woah, yeah)
My queen need two thrones
Blow dank, pour drank
Every day, same thing
Look, we out there livin’ with the same pain

20 years with the same gang
Stackin’ up, countin’ my blessings
My older brother, call him rider man
My blood diamonds cost me blood and sweat and tears (woo)
In the Mulsane havin’ mood swings
I swear I always had the same drive (woo)
Audemaur, plain Jane
My dogs bleed from the same veins
Bowlin’ crazy with the hang time (swish, swish)
A little change can’t change me
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
No days off, and I maintain
Audemaur, plain Jane
(same thing)
Every day, same thing
(Git, git, git, git, git, git)
My mama happy, she been laughin’ lately
[Chorus: Belly]
Bust down, Rollie
(same thing)
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
That a Rolex? That uh, what is that on your wrist there, uh? Oh, you think you’re fancy now?
Almost wound up in a group home
I got something that you can’t buy
Every day, same thing
Blow dank, pour drank
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
Audemaur, plain Jane
First class, two tones
Way back before Maybachs (skrrt, skrrt)
Bucks pour up by the landslide
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain

Nelly – Freaky With You (feat. Jacquees)

Let me lick you up and down
‘Til you stay stop (no, I never gon’ stop, never gon’ stop)
Let me do all the things that a nigga wan’ do (that a nigga wan’ do)
Lace dress, all see through
[Jacquees:]
Pull that to the side, and let me get inside
‘Cause tonight, baby, I wanna get freaky with you
Round two, that’s the sequel
Think she said he was a ball player
Tell me why
Let me play with your body, baby
Let me lick you up and down
We low as the ground
[Jacquees:]
[Jacquees:]
I’ma need ’bout a week or two
You came with your girls and I’m with the guys

Then it’s straight to my place for a different vibe
Let me play with your body, baby
Let me lick you up and down
Uh, yeah
I’m talkin’ ’bout the unspeakable
Let me do all the things that a nigga wan’ do
Quit tryna hide all that freakin’, yeah
‘Cause tonight, baby, I wanna get freaky with you
Got plans, unless you wanna improvise
‘Til you stay stop, stop
Let me play with your body, baby
Girl, call the valet, they go get the ride
She said, "Baby, you don’t need to
‘Cause tonight, baby, I wanna get freaky with you
Let me do all the things that a nigga wan’ do
Pretty lady, nice to meet you
Four play, that’s a preview
Tell me why
Got some ideas on what we can do
‘Til you stay stop (no, I never gon’ stop, never gon’ stop)
[Nelly:]
Get to talkin’ ’bout her boyfriend

[Nelly:]
Make you real hot (make you hot, make you hot, make you hot)
He ain’t gotta know what we do
It’s amazin’ we ain’t on a pillow yet
Ain’t tryna hear ’bout other people
Uh, uh, yeah
I’m fantasizin’ ’bout freakin’ you
Make you real hot
You, shawty, you ain’t gotta hide it
Tell me why
But all his plays under review

Make you real hot (you hot)
You know I know who you are"
My name is Nelly and you’re?
Make you real hot (make you hot, make you hot, make you hot)
You’re sendin’ your silhouette
‘Til you stay stop

Let me do all the things that a nigga wan’ do
Tell me why

You, I know I know what you like
Pretty pussy playin’ peekaboo
‘Cause tonight, baby, I wanna get freaky with you

Soon as you pulled up, I peeped you
Let me play with your body, baby
I swear you ain’t never seen thicker guys
Baby, I can keep a secret
‘Cause the way that you got me hypnotized
Call me when he ain’t around
Right now, don’t make a sound
You know who wearin’ the crown
Let me lick you up and down

Poo Bear – Hard 2 Face Reality (feat. Justin Bieber & Jay Electronica)

[Chorus: Justin Bieber & Poo Bear]
Oh, don’t lose your self esteem
[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
It’s human nature, just like he told us
Tryna protect your feelings

I apologise, for being a man
Had the opportunity to stay and wait for the last time
Like actual facts is to flat-earthers
Even though you might get mad at me, oh, oh
Know it hurts to see the truth in your face
You been in between the lines
Reality is kinda hard to face
It’s a miracle how one could change from one what was just hours ago
Let’s face reality, crack the cycle
Go on and cry an ocean, but don’t drown in it
Sometimes it’s hard to face reality, oh, oh (reality)
Sometimes it’s hard to face reality, oh, oh
[Chorus: Poo Bear]
Sometimes it’s hard to face reality, oh, oh
The bigger picture and the smaller picture
Relationships over the phone
Talkin’ to your significant other all night long
Sometimes it’s hard to face reality
Circumstances bring you down to your knees
Rain’s a requirement for flowers to grow
Even though you might get mad at me, oh, oh (you might get mad at me, but I’ll be at your bedside)
[Chorus: Poo Bear]
Crack yo’ atom and let yo’ light glow
Exactly same, it’s macro, micro
Love and death are quite similar
I know it’s hard away from home
And it ain’t easy all alone

Then the next one just be wack ol’ Michael
[Verse 2: Justin Bieber]
It hurts me to know that I lied
Even though you might get mad at me, oh, oh
How they come and go like cat burglars
[Verse 4: Poo Bear]
It’s way harder than what it seems
Sometimes it’s hard to face reality…

[Verse 3: Jay Electronica]
Such is life though, it’s just a cycle
Enough to put your heart at ease

Hope your heart has started healing
Sometimes it’s hard to face reality
Sometimes it’s hard to face reality

Even though you might get mad at me, oh, oh
Sometimes it’s hard to face reality
One day, you could be the king of pop
Don’t be afraid to stand outside your comfort zone
Now you’re standin’ right in front of me
Should’ve been adjusted to my life
Don’t be afraid to stand alone
And pain’s a requirement for power to grow
[Verse 1: Poo Bear]
Sometimes it’s hard to face reality, oh, oh
Sometimes it’s hard to face reality

Sammie – Expiration Date

You switched up your number ’cause I had to use the DM
You’re plottin’ how you’re gon’ get me back somehow
I was dialin’ the old one from AM, noon, to PM, shit

You’ve reached your expiration date
You’re prolly goin’ out tonight
I’m sorry
Oh, baby, I know
But every woman has a day when she gets tired of the games
That you ain’t nothin’ like a king, you’re just a boy
You’ve reached your expiration date, yeah

Although they’re single and they’re played out
And she wakes up and finally sees
I know that you heard all this before
You’re prolly gettin’ drunk tonight
You cut all your hair off, yeah these days you’re lookin’ different
I’ve reached my expiration date, oh
And she gets tired of being played like she’s a toy
And I bet they’re goin’ in
And she wakes up and finally sees

And she gets tired of being played like she’s a toy
Textin’ your girls how I’m a dog now
Let me guess, I bet you’re all in your group text
[Guitar] Xeryus
I know
You keep on listenin’ to your friends
You’ve reached your expiration date
Girl, you’re so far gone, I know you meant it
[Verse 1]
[Chorus]
You live and learn, yeah, I know

I’ve reached my expiration date, oh, oh

[Verse 2]
She finds the strength to up and leave
So your mama know we broke up
[Pre-Chorus]
But every woman has a day when she gets tired of the games
She finds the strength to up and leave
[Chorus]
How tables turn, yeah, I know
That you ain’t nothin’ like a king, you’re just a boy
Don’t shut me out, baby girl, hold up
[Pre-Chorus]
I never thought I’d see the day when you ignore me
You’re prolly gettin’ dressed up right now
I see you blocked me, baby, grow up
You’ve reached your expiration date, yeah

John Legend – A Good Night (feat. Bloodpop)

I figure if I say it
[Verse 1]
Tell me when you’re gonna do me like that (yea)
And oooh, I feel like something good is ’bout to be going on
I can’t think when you’re looking like that

Light-speed and I think I might crash
I’m too weak and I never like that
I know it’s gonna be a good night

I wonder when’s the right time to go in for a kiss

Baby, it’s you, yeah
But I’m thinking past that lover, I’m ready to meet your momma
I think I just met my wife (c’mon)
And if I’m being honest, I’m being honest
I think I just met my wife
Baby, baby, baby
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
I think I just met my wife (yeah, I said it)
Tell me when you’re gonna do me like that (yea)
Baby, it’s you, yeah
I think I just met my wife
I think I just met my wife (yeah, I said it)
One trip down and I’ll never go back
But everything’s gonna be alright
I think I just met my wife (alright, c’mon)

But everything’s gonna be alright
[Chorus]
And everything’s gonna be alright
I think I just met my wife (c’mon)
[Pre-Chorus]
Can’t breathe when you’re moving like that
I know it’s gonna be a good night
[Chorus]
You got me talking crazy

I know it’s gonna be a good night
One trip down and I’ll never go back
I think I just met my wife (sing it with me)
[Bridge]
I came here with my crew, I lost them
I think I just met my wife (alright)

[?] might be my lady
And everything’s gonna be alright
And baby it’s you, yeah
Everything’s gonna be alright
When I looked in your eyes and they went through me like a knife
I’m too weak and I never like that
And baby it’s you, yeah
[Verse 2]
I know it’s gonna be a good night
Can’t breathe when you’re moving like that
I had no intention I would get fucked up tonight

Came with my cool, I dropped it
I think I just met my wife (alright)
I can’t think when you’re looking like that
I know it’s gonna be a good night
Maybe it’s the music or the red stain on your lips
Light-speed and I think I might crash
If I’m being honest, I’m being honest

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