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I. The Worst Guys

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Childish Gambino

{"Chance the Rapper"}

All she needed was some (All she needed was some) All she needed was some (All she needed was some) All she needed was some (All she needed was some) All she needed was some (All she needed was some) All she needed was some (All she needed was some) All she needed was some (All she needed was some) All she needed was some (All she needed was some) All she needed was some All she needed was some At a Clippers game on the courtside (Side) Watch a nigga shoot like a four-five (Five) They mad at me too, I got more fire Why these bitches see you? "Go home, Roger" (Go home, Roger) Tia and Tamera in my bed, I'm a smart guy I ain't fucking with you niggas like apartheid (Nah) Hits on my list, check my archive I'm something so immaculate, instead of asking what's happening Rather blast a Jackson 5 in the back of an Acura Acting blacker than a Bernie Mac, two Charlie Murphys, and Akon The girls that you brought, man, where are they from? Where are they from? We were playing PlayStation Why you standing there? Say some' Girl, say some', no, this ain't a vacation This is my house, my house, all she needed was some All she needed was some (All she needed was some) All she needed was some (All she needed was some) All she needed was some (All she needed was some) All she needed was some (All she needed was some) All she needed was some (All she needed was some) All she needed was some (All she needed was some) All she needed was some (All she needed was some) All she needed was some All she needed was some (All she needed was some) All she needed was some (All she needed was some) All she needed was some (All she needed was some) All she needed was some (All she needed was some) All she needed was some (All she needed was some) All she needed was some (All she needed was some) All she needed was some (All she needed was some) All she needed was some (All she needed was some) All she needed was some Bought a new bath, 8K, nigga Wanna take shots? AK, nigga When I ball, I'ma ball, King James, nigga Uncle Ben in my hand, make change, nigga And I'm out of this world like Tang, nigga That's a space bar (Yeah), man, I hate y'all You only come around when you wanna play pool or my hot tub Ice cream paint job in the garage I had a ménage, I murdered the vag' But, afterwards, it was awkward as fuck 'Cause I'm nervous as fuck and could not get it up I-I-I-I, I need a minute, cold water to the face I-I, I couldn't finish, got the Uber from her place On my porch smoking vapor, hit with the Sunday paper Listening to the neighbors All she needed was some (All she needed was some) All she needed was some (All she needed was some) All she needed was some (All she needed was some) All she needed was some (All she needed was some) All she needed was some (All she needed was some) All she needed was some (All she needed was some) Oh gosh, oh my God (All she needed was some) Oh my God (All she needed was some) Know tonight, our neighbors (All she needed was some) Are not alone, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (All she needed was some)

If I Aint Got You

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Alicia Keys

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Some people live for the fortune Some people live just for the fame Some people live for the power, yeah Some people live just to play the game Some people think that the physical things Define what's within And I've been there before but that life's a bore So full of the superficial Some people want it all But I don't want nothin' at all If it ain't you, baby If I ain't got you, baby Some people want diamond rings Some just want everything But everything means nothing If I ain't got you, yeah Some people search for a fountain That promises forever young (Ya know) Some people need three dozen roses And that's the only way to prove you love them Hand me the world on a silver platter And what good would it be? With no one to share With no one who truly cares for me Some people want it all But I don't want nothin' at all If it ain't you, baby If I ain't got you, baby Some people want diamond rings Some just want everything But everything means nothin' If I ain't got you, you, you Some people want it all But I don't want nothin' at all If it ain't you, baby If I ain't got you, baby Some people want diamond rings Some just want everything But everything means nothin' If I ain't got you, yeah If I ain't got you with me, baby Ooh, ooh Said nothin' in this whole wide world don't mean a thing If I ain't got you with me, baby

IV. Sweatpants

rap

Childish Gambino

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Watching haters wonder why Gambino got the game locked (Yeah?) Half-Thai thickie, all she wanna do is Bangkok (Yeah?) Got her hair done, French braids, now she A$AP Bino so insensitive, she askin', "Why you say that?" I'm chillin' (Yeah), real nigga feelin' Rich kid asshole, paint me as a villain (Ma!) Still spitting that cash flow, DJ Khaled I got a penthouse on both coasts, pH balance Real nigga, I rep those Why though? 'Cause I said so Hip deep in that Pepto, I got five on her like Ben Folds I got more tail than that PetCo (What?) You faker than some Sweet'N Low (Why?) Yeah, you got some silverware But really, are you eating though? (Yeah) Are you eating though? Nigga, are you eating though? Breakfast, lunch, and dinner's for beginners, you ain't even know Never catching cases, why they faces look so E-M-O? Watch a hater hate me, wanna play me like a piano My architect know Japanese (Yeah?) Your girl, she jockin' these (Yeah?) No hands like soccer teams and y'all fuck boys like Socrates You niggas ain't coppin' these, niggas ain't lookin' like me (Nah) Nah, I ain't checkin' I.D. (Nah), but I bounce 'em with no problem Tell 'em, Problem (Problem!) I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' (What?) I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' (What?) I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' (What?) Rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villain What? Don't be mad 'cause I'm doing me better than you doing you Don't be mad 'cause I'm doing me better than you doing you Don't be mad 'cause I'm doing me better than you doing you Better than you doing you Fuck it, what you gon' do? (What?!) Different color, my passport Instagram my stack load Hashtag my daywear, and your girl drank my daycare And I'm born rich, life ain't fair, it's silver spoon coon, ho Ain't nobody sicker in my Fisker, "vroom-vroom," ho Ain't nobody- (Fiskers don't make noise when they start up, just so you know) Top of the holy totem Ri-ri-ri-rich forever, a million was not the quota My father owned half the MoMA and did it with no diploma Year off, got no rules, trippin' off of them toadstools More green than my Whole Foods And I'm too fly, Jeff Goldblum Got a glasshouse in the Palisades, that A-K-A White hood, white hood, O-K-K-K Furniture custom, you shop at IKEA Show Maserati, you whippin' a Kia Spendin' this money, it's longer than Nia Live like a Coppola, me and Sofia Wakin' up broke, man, wouldn't wanna be ya Friends with the dopeman, help a nigga re-up Bring a girlfriend, man, trouble when I see her "Err-eh-err-eh," onomatopoeia Ohh, I got my cool on (Tailor-made) I'm winnin', so they had to dump the Gatorade And I don't give a fuck about my family name What? Don't be mad 'cause I'm doing me better than you doing you Don't be mad 'cause I'm doing me better than you doing you Don't be mad 'cause I'm doing me better than you doing you Better than you doing you Fuck it, what you gon' do? (What?!)

Rather Be

pop

Clean Bandit

{"Jess Glynne"}

Ooh, oh-oh We're a thousand miles from comfort We have travelled land and sea But as long as you are with me There's no place I'd rather be I would wait forever Exalted in the scene As long as I am with you My heart continues to beat With every step we take, Kyoto to The Bay Strollin' so casually We're different and the same, gave you another name Switch up the batteries If you gave me a chance, I would take it It's a shot in the dark, but I'll make it Know with all of your heart, you can't shame me When I am with you, there's no place I'd rather be N-n-no, no, no, no place I'd rather be N-n-no, no, no, no place I'd rather be N-n-no, no, no, no place I'd rather be (Oh) We staked out on a mission To find our inner peace Make it everlasting So nothing's incomplete It's easy being with you Sacred simplicity As long as we're together There's no place I'd rather be With every step we take, Kyoto to The Bay Strollin' so casually We're different and the same, gave you another name Switch up the batteries If you gave me a chance, I would take it It's a shot in the dark, but I'll make it Know with all of your heart, you can't shame me When I am with you, there's no place I'd rather be N-n-no, no, no, no place I'd rather be N-n-no, no, no, no place I'd rather be N-n-no, no, no, no place I'd rather be When I am with you, there's no place I'd rather be, yeah Be (Oh) Be, be, be, be, be, be, be, be, be Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah If you gave me a chance, I would take it It's a shot in the dark, but I'll make it Know with all of your heart, you can't shame me When I am with you, there's no place I'd rather be N-n-no, no, no, no place I'd rather be N-n-no, no, no, no place I'd rather be N-n-no, no, no, no place I'd rather be When I am with you, there's no place I'd rather be, yeah

Dreams

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Fleetwood Mac

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Now here you go again, you say you want your freedom Well, who am I to keep you down? It's only right that you should play the way you feel it But listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness Like a heartbeat drives you mad In the stillness of remembering what you had And what you lost And what you had And what you lost Oh, thunder only happens when it's raining Players only love you when they're playing Say, women, they will come and they will go When the rain washes you clean, you'll know You'll know Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions I keep my visions to myself It's only me who wants to wrap around your dreams And have you any dreams you'd like to sell? Dreams of loneliness Like a heartbeat drives you mad In the stillness of remembering what you had And what you lost And what you had Oh, what you lost Thunder only happens when it's raining Players only love you when they're playing Women, they will come and they will go When the rain washes you clean, you'll know Oh, thunder only happens when it's raining Players only love you when they're playing Say, women, they will come and they will go When the rain washes you clean, you'll know You'll know You will know Oh, you'll know

Mine

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Beyonc

{Drake,Beyoncé}

I've been watching for the signs Took a trip to clear my mind, oh Now I'm even more lost And you're still so fine, oh my, oh my Been having conversations about breakups and separations I'm not feeling like myself since the baby Are we gonna even make it? Oh 'Cause if we are, we're taking this a little too far If we are, we're taking this a little too far Baby, if we are, we're taking this a little too far With me being wherever I'm at, worried about wherever you are We're taking this a little too far We're taking this a little too far We're taking this a little too far Know you wanna roll with a good girl Do it big, do it all for a good girl One time, this is a song for the good girl Don't sleep when you know you got it good, girl One time, this is a song for the good girl Wanna roll, wanna roll with a good girl? One time, this is a song for the good girl And I still keep it hood, still treat you like I should Wassup? On my mind, up past my bedtime, no rest at the kingdom Alone in my place, my heart is away, all that I can think of is We should get married, we should get married Let's stop holding back on this and let's get carried away Stop making a big deal out of the little things 'Cause I got big deals and I got little things Got everything I'm asking for but you Stop making a big deal out of the little things Let's get carried away Come right now, you know where I stay I just wanna say, you're mine, you're mine I just wanna say, you're mine, you're mine Fuck what you heard, you're mine, you're mine All I'm really asking for is you You're mine, you're mine I just wanna say, you're mine, you're mine Fuck what you heard, you're mine, you're mine As long as you know who you belong to Know you wanna roll with a good girl Do it big, do it all for a good girl One time, this is a song for the good girl Don't sleep when you know you got it good, girl One time, this is a song for the good girl Wanna roll, wanna roll with a good girl? One time, this is a song for the good girl And I still keep it hood, still treat you like I should Wassup? From eight until late, I think 'bout you You own my nights, I don't know what to do, do I can't get no rest, can't get no sleep, yeah This whole thing got way too deep and we should Stop making a big deal out of the little things 'Cause I got big deals and I got little things I got everything I'm asking for but you Stop making a big deal out of the little things Let's get carried away Come right now, you know where I stay I just wanna say, you're mine, you're mine I just wanna say, you're mine, you're mine Fuck what you heard, you're mine, you're mine All I'm really asking for is you You're mine, you're mine I just wanna say, you're mine, you're mine Fuck what you heard, you're mine, you're mine As long as you know who you belong to Know you wanna roll with a good girl Do it big, do it all for a good girl One time, this is a song for the good girl Don't sleep when you know you got it good, girl One time, this is a song for the good girl Wanna roll, wanna roll with a good girl? One time, this is a song for the good girl And I still keep it hood, still treat you like I should Wassup? (Pull up on you) I gotta pull up on you You gon' make me have to pull up on you Don't go ghost on me, I'ma go Thriller on you, I'ma just (Pull up on you) I'ma let my hands do the talking when I see you, baby girl I miss feeling on you, (Pull up on you) I miss everything that's real about you And that's everything about you that's just how I feel about you (Pull up on you) Been about you and I'm still about you but We ain't finished talking (Pull up on you) I told you you don't need to worry 'bout them bitches All them fives need to listen when the ten is talking (Pull up on you) 'Cause they don't wanna see you happier than them And girl, you swear they all ya friends and that's been a problem (Pull up on you) You the one they hate, just come with that I know you think it's funny that your ex is not a running back But that nigga came running back (Pull up on you) And you tell me you done with that And I believe it's true 'Long as you know who you belong to All I'm really asking for is you Yeah

Drunk in Love

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Beyonc

{JAY-Z,Beyoncé}

I've been drinkin', I've been drinkin' I get filthy when that liquor get into me I've been thinkin', I've been thinkin' Why can't I keep my fingers off it? Baby, I want you, now-now Why can't I keep my fingers off you? Baby, I want you, na na Cigars on ice, cigars on ice Feelin' like an animal with these cameras all in my grill Flashin' lights, flashin' lights You got me faded, faded, faded Baby, I want you, na na Can't keep your eyes off my fatty Daddy, I want you, na na Drunk in love, I want you We woke up in the kitchen Saying, "How the hell did this shit happen?" Oh, baby Drunk in love We be all night Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies Grindin' up in that club Drunk in love We be all night, love, love We be all night, love, love We be all night, and everything all right No complaints from my body So fluorescent under these lights Boy, I'm drinkin', park it in my lot, 7-11 I'm rubbin' on it, rub-rubbin' If you scared, call that reverend Boy, I'm drinkin', get my brain right Armand de Brignac, gangster wife Louis sheets, he sweat it out Like washrags, he wet it up Boy, I'm drinkin', I'm singin' On the mic to my boy toys Then I fill the tub up halfway Then ride it with my surfboard Surfboard, surfboard Grainin' on that wood Grainin'-grainin' on that wood I'm swervin' on that, swervin'-swervin' on that Big body been servin' all this Swerve, surfin' all in this good-good Hahaha! We woke up in the kitchen Saying, "How the hell did this shit happen?" Oh, baby Drunk in love We be all night Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies Grindin' up in that club Drunk in love We be all night, love, love We be all night, love, love I'm nice right now... Hold up! That D'USSÉ is the shit, if I do say so myself If I do say so myself, if I do say so myself Hold up, stumble all in the house Time to back up all of that mouth That you had all in the car Talkin' 'bout you the baddest bitch thus far Talkin' 'bout you be reppin' that Third I wanna see all that shit that I heard Know I sling Clint Eastwood Hope you can handle this curve, uh Foreplay in a foyer, fucked up my Warhol Slid the panties right to the side Ain't got the time to take drawers off On sight, catch a charge I might Beat the box up, like Mike in '97, I bite I'm Ike Turner, turn up, baby, no, I don't play "Now eat the cake, Anna Mae!" Said, "Eat the cake, Anna Mae!" I'm nice, for y'all to reach these heights You gon' need G3, 4, 5, 6 flights Sleep tight, we sex again in the morning Your breasteses is my breakfast We goin' in, we be all night We be all night, love, love We be all night, love, love I'm never tired, never tired I been sippin', that's the only thing That's keepin' me on fire, we on fire Didn't mean to spill that liquor all on my attire I've been drinkin', watermelon I want your body right here Daddy, I want you, right now Can't keep your eyes off my fatty Daddy, I want you We be all night, love, love We be all night, love, love

Partition

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Beyonc

{Beyoncé}

Let me hear you say, "Hey, Ms. Carter!" (Hey, Ms. Carter!) Say, "Hey, Ms. Carter!" (Hey, Ms. Carter!) Give me some! See me up in the club with fifty-'leven girls Posted in the back, diamond fangs in my grill Brooklyn brim with my eyes sitting low Every boy in here with me got that smoke Every girl in here got to look me up and down All on Instagram, cake by the pound Circulate the image every time I come around G's up, tell me how I'm looking, babe Boy, this all for you, just walk my way Just tell me how it's looking, babe Just tell me how it's looking, babe (How it's looking, babe?) I do this all for you, baby, just take aim And tell me how it's looking, babe (How it's looking, babe?) Tell me how it's looking, babe, looking, babe Drop the bass, mane, the bass get lower Radio say "Speed it up", I just go slower High like treble, pumping on the mids Ya man ain't ever seen a booty like this And why you think ya keep my name rolling off the tongue 'Cause when he wanna smash, I'll just write another one I sneezed on the beat and the beat got sicker Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor Like, like liquor, like, like, like liquor Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor Like, like liquor, like, like, like liquor Beyoncé, Beyoncé? Are you happy to be in Paris? Are you happy to be in Paris? Beyoncé, Beyoncé? Beyoncé! Driver, roll up the partition, please Driver, roll up the partition, please I don't need you seeing 'Yoncé on her knees Took forty-five minutes to get all dressed up We ain't even gonna make it to this club Now my mascara running, red lipstick smudged Oh, he so horny, yeah, he want to fuck He popped all my buttons, and he ripped my blouse He Monica Lewinsky'd all on my gown Oh there, daddy, daddy didn't bring the towel Oh, baby, baby, we better slow it down Took 45 minutes to get all dressed up And we ain't even gon' make it to this club Take all of me, I just wanna be the girl you like The kind of girl you like Take all of me, I just wanna be the girl you like The kind of girl you like is right here with me Driver, roll up the partition fast (Hey) Driver, roll up the partition fast Over there, I swear I saw them cameras flash Handprints and footprints on my glass Handprints and good grips all on my ass Private show with the music blasting He like to call me Peaches when we get this nasty Red wine drip, we'll talk that trash Chauffeur eavesdropping, trying not to crash Oh there, daddy, daddy didn't bring the towel Oh, baby, baby, we better slow it down Took 45 minutes to get all dressed up We ain't even gonna make it to this club Take all of me, I just wanna be the girl you like The kind of girl you like Take all of me, I just wanna be the girl you like The kind of girl you like is right here with me (Hello!) Est-ce que tu aimes le sexe? Le sexe, je veux dire: l'activité physique, le coït. Tu aimes ça? Tu ne t'intéresses pas au sexe? Les hommes pensent que les féministes détestent le sexe mais c'est une activité très stimulante et naturelle que les femmes adorent Take all of me, I just wanna be the girl you like The kind of girl you like Take all of me, I just wanna be the girl you like The kind of girl you like is right here with me (Hello!) Bzz-bzz-bzz-bzz-bzz-bzzwop

Flawless

pop

Beyonc

{Beyoncé,"Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie"}

"Your challengers are a young group from Houston Welcome Beyoncé, Lativia, Nina, Nicky, Kelly and Ashley The hip-hop-rappin' Girls' TYME!" I'm out that H-Town, comin'- comin' down I'm comin' down, drippin' candy on the ground H-H-Town-Town, I'm comin' down Comin' down, drippin' candy on the ground I know when you were little girls You dreamt of being in my world Don't forget it, don't forget it Respect that, bow down, bitches (Crown) I took some time to live my life But don't think I'm just his little wife Don't get it twisted, get it twisted This my shit, bow down, bitches Bow down, bitches- Bow- Bow down, bitches (Crown) Bow down, bitches- Bow- Bow down, bitches (Crown) H-Town vicious, H-H-Town vicious I'm so crown- crown- bow down, bitches! I'm out that H-Town, comin'- comin' down I'm comin' down, drippin' candy on the ground H-H-Town-Town, I'm comin' down Com-Com-Comin' down, drippin' candy on the ground We teach girls to shrink themselves, to make themselves smaller We say to girls: "You can have ambition, but not too much You should aim to be successful, but not too successful Otherwise, you will threaten the man" Because I am female, I am expected to aspire to marriage I am expected to make my life choices always keeping in mind that marriage is the most important (C-Candy on the ground) Now, marriage can be a source of joy and love and mutual support (Dum-dah-de-da) But why do we teach girls to aspire to marriage and we don't teach boys the same? (Do-da-da, do-do, do-do-do-da) We raise girls to see each other as competitors Not for jobs or for accomplishments, which I think can be a good thing (Com-Com-Comin' down, drippin' candy on the ground) But for the attention of men We teach girls that they cannot be sexual beings in the way that boys are (Dum-dah-de-da) Feminist: A person who believes in the social, political, and economic equality of the sexes (Do-da-da, do-do, do-do-do-da) You wake up, flawless, post up, flawless Riding 'round in it, flawless, flossin' on that, flawless This diamond, flawless, my diamond, flawless This rock, flawless, my Roc, flawless I woke up like this, I woke up like this We flawless, ladies, tell 'em I woke up like this, I woke up like this We flawless, ladies, tell 'em Say, "I look so good tonight" (Right- Right- Right-) Goddamn, Goddamn Say, "I look so good tonight" (Right- Right- Right-) Goddamn, Goddamn, Goddamn! My mama taught me good home training My daddy taught me how to love my haters My sister told me I should speak my mind My man make me feel so Goddamn fine, I'm flawless! You wake up, flawless, post up, flawless Riding 'round in it, flawless, flossin' on that, flawless This diamond, flawless, my diamond, flawless This rock, flawless, my Roc, flawless I woke up like this, I woke up like this We flawless, ladies, tell 'em I woke up like this, I woke up like this We flawless, ladies, tell 'em Say, "I look so good tonight" (Right- Right- Right-) Goddamn, Goddamn Say, "I look so good tonight" (Right- Right- Right-) Goddamn, Goddamn, Goddamn! "The judges give champion Skeleton Crew 4 stars, a perfect score The challenger, Girls' TYME, receives... 3 stars Skeleton Crew, champions once again Congratulations, we'll see you next week"

Best Tweets

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Jaden

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07/17/2012 - I Watch Twilight Every Night 10/29/2012 - I Will Always Give You The Truth I Will Never Lie To You In My music If You Cant Handle My Feelings And Emotions Please Unfollow Me 12/14/2012 - Once You Go In You Always Come Out Alive 12/16/2012 - I Only Apply To The Sixth Amendment 12/21/2012 - Dying Is MainStream #MONEY 12/29/2012 - Ill Never Forget The Blogs That Believed In Me Since The Begging. 01/01/2013 - People Tell Me To Smile I Tell Them The Lack Of Emotion In My Face Doesn't Mean I'm Unhappy 3/10/2013 - Luke. Who Has The Trident 3/10/2013 - Umm Who Has The Floss 03/23/2013 - Most Trees Are Blue 03/24/2013 - You Must Not Know Fashion 04/01/2013 - I Hope It Doesn't Take For Me To Die For You To See What I Do For You 05/01/2013 - How Can Mirrors Be Real If Our Eyes Aren't Real 05/25/2013 - Lately People Call Me Scoop Life 07/09/2013 - "It's Your Birthday" Mateo Said. I Didn't Respond. "Are You Not Excited To Be 15" He Asked. Reading My Book I Uttered "I Turned 15 Long Ago" 08/07/2013 - If A Book Store Never Runs Out Of A Certain Book, Dose That Mean That Nobody Reads It, Or Everybody Reads It 09/05/2013 - People Use To Ask Me What Do You Wanna Be When You Get Older And I Would Say What A Stupid Question The Real Question Is What Am I Right Now 09/09/2013 - All The Rules In This World Were Made By Someone No Smarter Than You. So Make Your Own 09/12/2013 - If Newborn Babies Could Speak They Would Be The Most Intelligent Beings On Planet Earth 09/12/2013 - School Is The Tool To Brainwash The Youth 09/13/2013 - If Everybody In The World Dropped Out Of School We Would Have A Much More Intelligent Society 09/29/2013 - The Great Gatsby Is One Of The Greatest Movies Of All Time, Coachella. 09/19/2013 - Trees Are Never Sad Look At Them Every Once In Awhile They're Quite Beautiful 09/29/2013 - Why Is It Always 3 WHY IS IT ALWAYS 3!!!!! 10/02/2013 - When I Die. Then You Will Realize 10/04/2013 - I Should Just Stop Tweeting, The Human Consciousness Must Raise Before I Speak My Juvenile Philosophy. / Shouts Out To @TIME 10/10/2013 - We Need To Stop Teaching The Youth About The Past And Encourage Them To Change The Future 10/10/2013 - There Is No Nutrients In Our Food Anymore Or In Our Soil OR IN OUR WATER 10/10/2013 - You Would Have To Eat 5 Apples Today To Get The Same Nutritional Value As An Apple From 1950. #Fallow 10/12/2013 - I Encourage You All To Unfollow Me So I Can Be Left With The People Who Actually Appreciate Philosophy And Poetry. / #CoolTapeVol2 01/30/2014 To The Artist Of This Coming Generation And Of The Renaissance. The People That Truly Understand Your Art are The People Who Don't Comment 03/03/2014 - You Think You Get It. YOU DONT YOU DONT YOU DONT!!!!!!! 03/03/2014 - Water In The Eyes And Alcohol In The Eyes Are Pretty Much The Same I Know This From First Hand Experience. 03/05/2014 - People Think A RelationShip Makes You Whole, That It's Two 50%'s Coming Together To Make 100% When It Should Be Two 100%'s Making 200%••• 04/02/2014 - Green White And Blue Make Dreams Come True. 04/23/2014 - Unawareness Is The Only Sin, And If You Were Aware You Would Know. 04/30/2014 - I Scare People Away 04/30/2014 Either I Lie To You Or We Cry Together 05/01/2014 When You Live Your Whole Life In A Prison Freedom Can Be So Dull. 05/10/2014 You Can Discover Everything You Need To Know About Everything By Looking At Your Hands 08/12/14 When The First Animal Went Extinct That Should've Bin A Sign. 9/19/14 I Build Pyramids Constantly 10/7/14 Stop Gossiping Reflect Internally You Will Find Yourself A Neglected Part Of Your Self. 10/22/14 If I Die In My Flannel Will You Write My Poems On Tyler's 5 Panels And Jesusus Sandals This Plane Is Just To Much To Handle. 11/2/14 Every 7 Years Your Body Is Completely Replaced With Entirely New Cells So Just Because You Look The Same Doesn't Mean You Are. 11/2/14 I've Bin Drinking Distilled Water For So Long That When I Drink Normal Water It Feels Like I'm Swallowing Huge Chunks Of Aluminum. 11/2/14 Anyone Born On This Planet Should Have A Planetary Citizenship Enabling Them To Freely Explore There Home 11/3/14 I Don't Want You Guys To Think Because I Was Born In America That I Speak And Abide By English Grammar. I Speak Jaden, Indefinitely. 11/9/14 You Taught Me How To Play The Piano But Have Never Heard Me. 12/12/14 I'm Glad That Our Distance Makes Us Witness Ourselves From A Different Entrance. 12/13/14 I Just Like Showing Pretty Girls A Good Time Weather I'm Physically There Or Not Doesn't Matter. 12/16/14 Don't Worry Bae I'll Talk To You About SpaceTime Over FaceTime. 12/22/14 I Just Scrolled Through My Tweets And "I" Started Laughing. 12/23/14 The Head Of The Sphinx Will Fall Off In The Near Future. 06/11/17 Females Are Amazing.

Top 100 Rap Songs of 2013

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Rap Genius

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100. Migos ft. Drake "Versace"In June, Drake randomly released 4 songs at one time: his and J. Cole's "Jodeci Freestyle", PARTYNEXTDOOR's "Over Here", "The Motion" with Sampha, and this banger by Atlanta rap trio Migos. This was the song that put Migos on the map, allowing them to have excellent promotion for their Y.R.N. mixtape. The track is one of Rap Genius' 30 most viewed songs, coming in with 1.8 million views.99. BIG KRIT "REM"98. Lupe Fiasco "Peace of paper/Cup of JAYZUS"97. Joey Badass "#Longlivesteelo"96. Meek Mill "Lil Nigga Snupe"95. Logic "Nasty"Produced by DJ Don Cannon, this wordplay-heavy track puts Logic on display for all to see. None can ignore Def Jam's latest signee; the double entendres are abundant and the flow hits code red. Serving as his first single of the year proved to be a successful venture, gaining tens of thousands of views on Rap Genius and creating a platform for his Young Sinatra: Welcome To Forever mixtape.94. Isaiah Rashad ft. SZA "Ronnie Drake" 93. Kid Cudi ft. King Chip & ASAP Rocky "Brothers"92. Lupe Fiasco "Animal Pharm"91. French Montana "Ain't Worried About Nothin'"90. Mellow High ft. Domo Genesis "Yu" Domo Genesis constructs a catchy hook to bounce over Left Brain's keyboard heavy production. The Odd Future duo of Domo and Hodgy Beats lay down dope bars with their usual uncensored subject matter of drugs, bitches and wolves!89. Mike WiLL Made It ft. Miley Cyrus, Wiz Khalifa, & Juicy J "23"88. Action Bronson "Strictly For My Jeeps"87. Rapsody ft. Chance the Rapper "Lonely Thoughts"86. Ab Soul ft. Mac Miller "The End Is Near"85. DJ Khaled ft. Drake, Rick Ross, & Lil Wayne "No New Friends""No New Friends" was the first single off DJ Khaled's Suffering From Success album. Produced by Noah "40" Shebib, the track features the usual suspects: Drake, Rick Ross, and Lil Wayne. A behind-the-scenes photo from this song's video shoot led to the ultra-famous 'Drake Lean' meme, one of the biggest memes of 2013! With an enthralling beat and a memorable hook, "No New Friends" was one of the most anthemic tracks of the year.84. Danny Brown ft. A$AP Rocky "Kush Coma"83. Rick Ross ft. Future "No Games"82. Flatbush Zombies "MRAZ"81. Wale ft. Sam Dew "Love/Hate Thing"80. Vic Mensa "Lovely Day""Lovely Day" is just one of those songs that makes you want to get up and dance, because it's so upbeat and fun! Vic lays down some dope bars, with metaphors that carry across multiple lines, a reference to Lupe's "Daydreamin'", and a shoutout to his best friend, what's not to love about this track?79. Meek Mill "Levels"78. Run The Jewels "A Christmas Fucking Miracle"77. Lil Wayne ft. Drake & Future "Love Me"76. Danny Brown ft. Freddie Gibbs "The Return"75. 2 Chainz "Used 2"This rare 2 Chainz solo joint has banging drums, an infectious hook, and a great club vibe. Produced by Mannie Fresh, the cut from B.O.A.T.S ll #METIME sees Tity Boi travel from Cali to New Orleans in the space of 2 bars, party the night away, and encourage more twerking. What isn't there to like?74. Lil Wayne ft. 2 Chainz "Rich As Fuck"73. Vic Mensa ft. Ab-Soul "Holy, Holy"72. Tech N9ne ft. Serj Tankian "Straight Out The Gate"71. ASAP Nast ft. Method Man "Trillmatic"70. Kid Cudi "Immortal"In an extremely personal "Immortal", Cudi details his inner struggles. Arguably the best song from Indicud, this track saw Cudi handle all duties, production included. The drums hit hard, the harmonizing is uplifting and the strings melt your ears. Even an Adam Sandler sample made its way into the joint!69. Tyler, the Creator "48"68. Lil Wayne ft. Chance The Rapper "You Song"67. Jhene Aiko ft. Childish Gambino "Bed Peace"66. TI ft. B.o.B & Kendrick Lamar "Memories Back Then"65. Mac Miller ft. Schoolboy Q "Gees"This playful track is about nothing at all, so who better to kill it than Q and Mac? Mac lays down a characteristically hilarious hook and switches flows and voices as the bouncy beat from Chuck Inglish changes up. Q does his high-energy Q thing and blesses us with a nice "FIGG SIDEEEEEEEE" to wrap it all up.64. Lil B "I Love You"63. Danny Brown ft. Purity Ring "25 Bucks"62. Schoolboy Q "Yay Yay"61. Wale ft. Tiara Thomas "Bad"60. Lupe Fiasco "SLR 2"The fan requested "Control" response brought out Super Lupe for the second time and he was none too happy with the game. He called out multiple rappers while seamlessly changing flows and displaying classic Lupe lyricism. Oh yeah, and he made the song in just two hours!59. Mac Miller "Objects In The Mirror"58. Earl Sweatshirt ft. Tyler, the Creator "Whoa"57. Childish Gambino ft. Chance the Rapper "Worst Guys"56. 2 Chainz ft. Pharrell "Feds Watching"55. Rich Homie Quan "Type Of Way"One hit wonder or talented hit maker? That's the question posed by Rich Homie Quan with his street anthem "Type of Way". The song propelled the relatively unknown Atlanta native into the spotlight and a top 50 spot on Billboards Hot 100 after it was caught up by the streets and shared around the Internet - even Michigan State's college football team is using it as their team anthem!54. Vic Mensa "Orange Soda"53. Ace Hood "Bugatti" ft. Future & Rick Ross52. Run The Jewels "Banana Clipper"51. YG "My Nigga"50. Joey Bada$$ "Unorthodox"Joey & Primo take it back to the golden age on this boom bap-esque joint. The minimalist production fits Joey's flow perfectly and enables his complex delivery and dope bars to shine. Functioning as the first single from "Summer Knights", Joey drops some surprises; explaining his reasoning behind not signing a major record deal and that he does verses for free!49. Rocko "U.O.E.N.O (Black Hippy Remix)" ft. Ab Soul, Jay Rock, Kendrick Lamar & Schoolboy Q48. Tyler, the Creator "Answer"47. Joey Badass "'95 'Till Infinity"46. Hopsin "Hop Is Back"45. Isaiah Rashad "Shot U Down (Remix)" ft. Jay Rock & Schoolboy Q"TDE newcomer Isaiah Rashad's best offering of 2013 came with this infectious hook laden remix of his original "I Shot U Down". Featuring fellow TDE spitters Jay Rock & Schoolboy Q, the hard drums and longer verses propel the track to new heights. If it's anything to go by, we could be looking at a future addition to the Black Hippy quartet.44. Childish Gambino "Sweatpants"43. Tech N9ne "Fragile" ft. Kendrick Lamar, Kendall Morgan & ¡MAYDAY! 42. Mac Miller "Red Dot Music" ft. Action Bronson41. Jay Z "Oceans" ft. Frank Ocean40. J Cole "Forbidden Fruit" ft. Kendrick LamarAnother collaboration between good friends J. Cole and Kendrick Lamar led to one of the top singles off of Cole's album "Born Sinner". While Kendrick does not deliver a verse on it, the hook he gives us still is soothing and paints the religious theme throughout the song. Cole delivers two solid verses, talking about religion, his inner struggle, and even saying why he dropped his album the same day as Kanye West. One more from Lil Cole!39. Pusha T "Hold On" ft. Rick Ross38. Schoolboy Q "Man Of The Year"37. Earl Sweatshirt "Sunday" ft. Frank Ocean36. Jay Z "FuckwithmeyouknowIgotit" ft. Rick Ross35. Tyler, the Creator "IFHY" ft. Pharrell WilliamsThis is truly Tyler at his finest. From his beat to his bars, this track showcases Tyler's supreme artistic talent. Oh, and there's THAT VIDEO! The talk-rap, slow flow is personal and poetic. He combines crooning with curses effortlessly and elevates the track in doing so. The beat builds like a film. He even directed his idol Pharrell's angelic voice on the bridge, with a melody Tyler created himself. Sonically this track was standout, and then he made that video and this became undeniably next-level. 34. Jay Z "Tom Ford"33. J Cole "Crooked Smile" ft. TLC32. Kendrick Lamar "Bitch Don't Kill My Vibe Remix" ft. Jay Z31. Chance The Rapper "Acid Rain" 30. Childish Gambino "Telegraph Ave (Oakland)"Perhaps the universal favorite from the album, this is a dark, entrancing look at the compulsive and haunting power of our past loves/infatuations. Like The Boy driving down Telegraph Ave, we can spend our time retreading the same roads thinking about "what ifs" and reminiscing about things lost - sometimes alongside the people with whom we lost them. But unless we decide to do something about all those lost things - whether to try again, or to walk away for good - all that wandering isn't going to do us any good. Using Lloyd's "Oakland" literally in the song, Gambino cleverly plays both rapper and listener creating and experiencing the track with us.29. Tyler, the Creator "Rusty" ft. Domo Genesis & Earl Sweatshirt28. Chance The Rapper "Favorite Song" ft. Childish Gambino27. A$AP Ferg "Work (Remix)" ft. A$AP Rocky, French Montana, SchoolBoy Q & Trinidad James26. Pusha T "King Push" 25. Chance The Rapper "Juice"The first single off Acid Rap, Juice was one of the big breakthroughs this year for Chance. The first thing that catches your ears is Chance's sing-songy, cartoony flow which you can't help singing along to (some jumping around is mandatory). But listen closely, and you get Chancelor's dope bars: dense, great-sounding internal rhymes and clever Chicago references. As you're headbanging through the verse though, you're hit with that absolutely HYPE chorus that is guaranteed to make you lose your shit. What you're left with is one of the catchiest, most memorable songs of 2013 and a high point in the spectacular year Chance has had.24. Drake "Hold On We're Going Home" ft. Majid Jordan23. A$AP Ferg "Shabba" ft. A$AP Rocky22. J Cole "Let Nas Down"21. Eminem "Berzerk"20. Drake "Worst Behavior"This Nothing Was The Same stand-out combines Drizzy's loud, arrogant hook with even more flexin' in his verses. DJ Dahi delivers with gritty, bass-heavy production deceptively containing no sample. Like many tracks on NWTS, Drake's flow and the beat changes up across the song -- he even confidently borrows flow and bars from Ma$e's "Mo Money Mo Problems" anthem. The music video stars his actual dad and uncles and contains his worst skit to date. Even with lyrics that playfully reference his famous Hot 97 freestyle blunder and remind us of his Degrassi roots, Drake manages to make one of the hardest bangers of 2013. Just accept that you'll never get the timing right for that initial ".......WORST!"19. Earl Sweatshirt "Hive" ft. Vince Staples & Casey VeggiesThe leaps and bounds of growth that Earl Sweatshirt has experienced over the last several years can really be heard on Doris' standout track, "Hive." Fueled by a bassline that gives the song that dark, Odd Future feel, Earl spits much more mature bars using his now polished signature flow. With the addition of a great hook from young Casey Veggies, the song was already fantastic. But then Vince Staples busts in with a ski mask and absolutely kills it. Did Vince renegade Earl? That's up for debate, but you can't deny that Shyne, and everyone else on the song, absolutely did their thing.18. Eminem "Love Game" ft. Kendrick LamarWhen the MMLP2 tracklist was revealed, Love Game was one of the most heavily-anticipated tracks; everyone was envisioning a Renegade-level back-and-forth between Em and Kendrick. But the song turned out to be as left-field as possible. Backed by a quirky Rick Rubin-produced instrumental that could've come straight from the '50s (cheesy sample included), Eminem describes his time with an unfaithful woman in hilarious detail, while Kendrick emulates Em's flow and raps about his experiences with the infamous Sherane. Although a largely comical song, Love Game still has a lot of great rhymes, with an especially phenomenal third verse by Em. Despite their bad experiences with women, Marshall and K.Dot let us know that they're always going to be playing the game of love!17. Drake "Started From The Bottom""Started From The Bottom", produced by Mike Zombie, was the first single off Drake's Nothing Was The Same album. The track was released in February and peaked at #6 on the US Billboard Hot 100. It has since been certified 2x Platinum. Some may doubt if Drake really did 'start at the bottom', but with 2.2 million pageviews on Rap Genius and one of the catchiest hooks of the year, there is no doubt that this track was one of the biggest anthems of 2013.16. Childish Gambino "3005"The lead single for Because the Internet is quintessential Childish Gambino, but is also a great showcase for the artist's development over the last two years. It's a good sampling of the album's overall sound and texture. Gambino paints a great picture of how, if you don't have someone you really care about beside you, you can be completely alone in a crowded room, to say nothing of dealing with the rest of the shit life throws at you. He both raps and sings exceptionally well and effortlessly here. Gambino also gave us a pleasantly metaphorical video to accompany the song and make us think even more.15. Chance The Rapper "Cocoa Butter Kisses" ft. Vic Mensa & TwistaTwo generations of Chicago hip-hop converge on this mixtape cut, with one artist already garnering national attention introducing another to the scene and re-introducing an OG from his city. Vic steals the show with an urgent and unforgiving verse, and Chance happily cedes the spotlight to him, restraining himself to an unassumingly spry and sing-songy verse; Twista, on the other hand, is not quite so willing to take a back seat, successfuly lacing the track with his trademark double-time bars. But amidst the aggressively fast raps of the trio, the hook has a contrastingly soothing melody that rounds out the entire production. This track firmly announces that hip-hop is once again Chicagoan.14. Jay Z "Holy Grail" ft. Justin TimberlakeIn a year of nervy choices that made business headlines around the world, Jay Z's boldest decision was actually a musical one. The only voice you hear during the first 1:19 of his new album's leadoff track is not Hov, but rather Justin Timberlake. This only manages to build anticipation, so that we are well-primed for the rapper's entry.And what an entry it is. His daughter's name is literally the first word out of his mouth, and with good reason. A post-fatherhood Jay is contemplative about the ups and downs of a personified fame, while admitting ultimately that he can't leave it alone. And lest we think he's lost a step, his patented wordplay is in full effect, with a pun on "pigeons" that puts today's coke-rappers to shame.13. ASAP Rocky "1 Train" ft. Kendrick Lamar, Joey Badass, Yelawolf, Danny Brown, Action Bronson and Big K.R.I.T."1 Train" is the cypher to end all cyphers. A$AP Rocky amalgamated a line-up without a single weak spitter, and they all did their worst to this Hit-Boy produced banger. It's impossible to pick who delivered the best verse here: was it the energized Danny Brown? the lovable braggart Action Bronson? the wordsmith Joey Bad? the hard-driving Big K.R.I.T.? Someone else? I can't decide, but I do know this: the track is flames12. Schoolboy Q "Collard Greens" Kendrick LamarA cut between two of Top Dawg Entertainment's main artists, Schoolboy Q and Kendrick Lamar came in to make a party banger just in time for summer. Schoolboy Q delivers a solid verse about his favorite things, (and how other people can't have them), before Kendrick comes in with that Español that makes this verse so memorable. The hook might be a little random, but the vibe it generates makes it infectious upon first listen.11. Kanye West " Black Skinhead"When word dropped that Daft Punk would be working with Kanye West on his new album, it was fair to assume it would result in a genre-blending song like Stronger. What we ended up with was indeed a blend of genres, but instead of electronic synths and filtered vocals, we got primal screams and distorted 808's. Kanye is pissed off, but not the kind of pissed he gets about croissants or Jimmy Kimmel. No, Ye is fed up with people questioning his choices and he's frustrated that nobody is taking risks anymore. And it's palpable in this song, which represents the rebellious, IDGAF attitude that flows from both Kanye and Yeezus. Using few else but drums and vocal sounds you'd more likely hear exploring the Amazon than in Hip Hop, Kanye crafts an uneasy, raw instrumental that pairs perfectly with his blunt lyrics10. J Cole "Power Trip" ft. MiguelIn classic J. Cole fashion, nearly everything on this track is done by himself. The smooth voice of Miguel helps out on a hook, but otherwise it is Cole's world. The incredibly catchy hooks match up perfectly with his production and he drops plenty of relatable bars about a crush. This continuation of his 2009 song "Dreams" is about not only a girl, but also hip-hop and its impact on him - giving an already impressive song some duality. And much like the song sounds, its video felt like a short film as Cole literally does whatever it takes to claim his love. The 10th most viewed song on RG in 2013, fans spent a combined 7.5 years of time on this song page!09. Drake "Pound Cake/Paris Morton Music 2" ft. Jay ZDrake crafts one of the most memorable tracks of 2013 with the outro to his third studio LP Nothing Was The Same. Boi-1da delivers on Pound Cake with a spacey Ellie Goulding sample as Drizzy paints the picture about what his life has been like while recording and making the album.The song isn't finished there by any means. After two Jay verses, Drake comes back in for Paris Morton Music 2 and a perfect verse to remind us this is his song. The extra long PMM 2 verse is also very personal, looking back on the landscape of his career and perhaps how he's no longer the same08. Pusha T "Numbers On The Boards"My Name Is My Name is a stark minimalist creation and with the "No Artwork" cover, "Numbers On The Boards" is the centerpiece. Don Cannon & Kanye West create the spine with King Push on his super Lupe raps in between catchy samples. Push said all year he wanted to bring "that feeling back", and "Numbers On The Boards" knocks harder than him thumping the wall with his fist. The lyrically enthralling track is jam packed with references and double entendres that takes you to Pusha's dark underground hell in only a way he could.07. "Kanye West - Bound 2" ft. Charlie Wilson"Bound 2" was an unexpected but wholly welcome ending to Yeezus. The song has sparked wide discussion: is it a rejection of the past 37 minutes? Is it a reassurance to fans about Kanye's present musical identity? Is it a revelation about Kanye's future? Who really cares? Kanye fans who hated Yeezus loved it and Kanye fans who loved Yeezus loved it. "Bound 2" is a weirdly endearing love song featuring classic Kanye flow floating over soul samples, topped with Charlie Wilson's magical voice. What's not to like?! Well, many would actually say "the video", which was an overtly cheesy, green-screened, steamy motorcycle ride that not only made the world cringe, but also felt like the furthest thing from Ye's aesthetic. But that was the point. Ye geniusly defied our expectations and used his prettiest song's video as a commentary on the "wack" quality of American art and media that he feels should be banned. How very, New Slaves of him.06. Eminem "Bad Guy"Sequels to much-loved properties are rarely a good idea. For every The Empire Strikes Back, there are three Matrix Reloadeds. So when word leaked out that Em had recorded a follow-up to his epic 2000 story-song "Stan," fans were nervous. After all, Stan died at the end, right? So what's left?Plenty, as it turns out. Marshall turned a potentially bad idea into fantastic art with his imagining of Stan's little brother Matthew (with the autographed Starter cap), now all grown up and seeking revenge. But just as the tale reaches its apex, the song switches perspective, revealing an intense look at Eminem's self-doubts and anguish. Just before the end, he drops the biggest gem of all: his in-song tormentors are "just symbolic/Of not knowing what you had 'til it's gone." The rapper himself may not know, but trust us, Slim, we do.05. Pusha T "Nosetalgia" ft. Kendrick LamarThis genre defining song starts with a dirty Nottz beat that makes you feel like committing a crime and quickly escalates to the feeling you're part of one. The KRS sample serves as the hook and sounds of scratches fill the airwaves. Kings Push & Kendrick come through with menacing delivery and complex wordplay. While Terrence is neck deep in dealing, Kendrick is in the midst of consumption - the contrast is phenomenal, both MC's affected by the crack epidemic in opposing instances. The insight into Kendrick's story is rare, the Compton native always let us ride around his house but never let us through the front door. "Nosetalgia" is your 8ball on a Friday night, 4 shots of espresso every morning, and the In N Out double double you crave in LA. It's dope. 04. Kanye West "Blood On The Leaves"Blood On The Leaves introduces a new piece into the emotional puzzle of Yeezus: remorse. The song is drowning in so many feels, it's impossible not to catch some yourself. Kanye's autotuned story of sadness begins atop the somber piano of the beautifully chopped Strange Fruit sample, but then the blaring horns and bass of TNGHT's R U Ready burst through and all of a sudden that sadness turns to rage. By the end of it all you're left with a modern day power ballad with enough autotune and raw emotion to make Future blush. Blood On The Leaves got to a bit of a slow start on Rap Genius due to lack of exposure pre-album release, but thanks in part to Kanye's emotionally charged VMA performance the song is one of the most viewed Yeezus tracks on the site. The song's instrumental has also become one of Producer Genius' prized breakdowns, explaining the use of the song's controversial Nina Simone sample and the origin of that beat drop. Can you imagine if Yeezus started off with this song, like Kanye originally planned? The world would have imploded.03. Eminem "Rap God""Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on". After the novelty of a second Marshall Mathers LP began to wear off, Eminem got the buzz back by becoming the third MC this year to proclaim himself a god. This rapid-fire lyrical tour de force is laced with references to the first Mathers LP, sneak disses to some of his old buddies, and a 17 second stretch crammed with over 100 words. The Detroit native also broke Rap Genius the day "Rap God" was released, and has now amassed over 4 million page views Proving himself in the booth was just the beginning for Slim. After criticism he lip synced on live television, Marshall Mathers showed up to the YouTube music awards and destroyed the hopes and dreams of every rapper alive when he performed the song live. It's safe to say "Rap God" proved the internal rhyme mastermind is back on his Pharoahe Monch grind and nothing's going to stop him.02. Big Sean "Control" ft. Kendrick Lamar & Jay ElectronicaYou all knew this was coming. Big Sean delivered a 3 minute dope verse to open the track. Comparing his rapping skill to a baby's first steps and reminiscing on his grandfather, he manages to give one of the best verses of his career. For obvious reasons, we'll skip to Jay Electronica next. He too spit a clean verse about religion, while sneaking in TV and car references, and even mentioning his late grandmother, much like Sean did.However, there was a 3rd feature to this monster track produced by No I.D. His name? King Kendrick Lamar. He came with one purpose: to assassinate the competition. The lyrical warfare was on for all to see and was full of levels. The Compton MC proclaimed he was both 2Pac's offspring and the King of New York, causing mass hysteria in hip hop's homeland. But oh no, it wasn't over yet. His braggadocio left mouths agape as he goes on to say he is as popular as the Beatles and placed his name up for one of the greatest MC's of all time. And yet there was more...he called out every hot young rapper - by their name, a rarity in Hip Hop (no sneak disses here!). Basically Kendrick manages to piss off every rapper and revolutionize the rap game at the same damn time. How about it?01. Kanye West "New Slaves" ft. Frank Ocean"New Slaves" is best described as an "open letter" from Kanye West to the people - made into music. Produced by the Very G.O.O.D Beats crew, New Slaves is sonically simplistic yet still possesses melody courtesy of the droning synths. Frank Ocean assists on the outro, providing an amazing contrast to the aggressive tone used throughout the song, acting in a reflective manner. However from a lyrical standpoint it's without a doubt one of Kanye's greatest songs. He labeled verse 2 as the "best verse of all time" and with topics that range from modern day slavery to the fashion industry, and even America's prison system, it's hard to disagree The Chi-town native doesn't just stop at the music. With a guerrilla marketing scheme fit for a military coup, Ye projected the track onto buildings in 66 locations across the world. It's been 8 months since the song's release and the significance of "New Slaves is only just surfacing. Between the time of the song's release and present day, the attitude of multiple industries has started to shift dramatically - would Jay Z and Beyonce have released projects with such unorthodox promotion methods if Kanye didn't do it first? His movement, spearheaded with this peoples anthem, was made to inspire others to think in a similar light. "New Slaves" invokes the power of free speech and brandishing the truth like an axe, Kanye challenges listeners to think outside the MatrixJust as Mandela blew up the buildings and eventually became president. Contrary to popular opinion, sometimes you have to blow up the building.- Kanye West

Who Do You Love?

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YG

{Drake}

I'm that nigga with the plugs I'm the nigga who got homies that be sellin' drugs I'm the nigga on the back street With the fat heat, niggas better run like athletes I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga My Bank of America account got six figures I'm that nigga on the block Police pull up, I'm tryna stash the Glock You that nigga on the low-low You're the nigga, you're the one that be talkin' to the po-pos Porsche sittin' on Forgi's Niggas can't afford these The Panamera shittin' on the 9-11 I call my homies, not 911 I'm the nigga with the juice But I'll never do my nigga like Pac did Q Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? (Champagne) Bitch, who do you love? I got a shorty name Texas Syn She got a buddy named Young JB and now you know the deal We turnt up in the studio late night That's why the songs that you hear are comin' real tight OVO crew, nigga, thought I told you If you a player in the game, this should hold you And man shout my nigga Game he just rolled through Eatin' crab out in Malibu at Nobu A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game Until these women get the notion that they runnin' the game They got money that they jumpin' on the pole to make Did "The Motto", took a flight to the golden state I'm the general, just makin' sure my soldiers straight Had to leave my nigga, homie got an open case But I'm big on the West like I'm big in the South So we gon' pay some people off, we gon' figure it out And my name too big, and my gang too big Young Money shit, me and Lil Wayne too big I'ma crush that ass even if it ain't too big I would pinky swear but my pinky ring too big Wassup Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga Bank of America account got six figures I'm that nigga on the block With the fat heat; run like athletes I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga Bank of America account got six figures I'm that nigga on the block Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Nigga we straight and we hood Ain't nobody ever gave us shit When you see us shinin' it's because we steady grindin' We stay paper chasin' Separatin' the real from the fake The fake from the real We livin' to die and dyin' to live! Nigga, that's why we got so many women I'm tryna go deep, hit them asscheeks Bust them guts, make her cum Bitch, you know the game! Ain't a motherfuckin' thing change! Bitch! Who do you love!? Ayy, hold up! I done lost too many homies in these past couple years. This shit brazy! Rest in peace, my nigga CJ Mack. Rest in peace, my nigga Cedar Block Frog though (Bool!). Rest in peace, my nigga Tiny M. And last but not least, rest in peace, my nigga Big Aaron

Boss Ass Bitch Remix

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Nicki Minaj & PTAF

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I'm a boss ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch I'm a boss ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch I'm a boss ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch I'm a boss ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch I'm a boss ass- Yo, I employ these niggas They be grown men, but I Little Boy these niggas Want the cookie, so I gotta Chips Ahoy these niggas But I never iPhone, Android these niggas Use rubbers with 'em, I 'on't ever raw these niggas More money than 'em, I'ma son all these niggas I ain't shoppin' but it's like I gotta store these niggas Put 'em on time-out and never call these niggas P-p-p-pussy like girls, damn, is my pussy gay? It's a holiday, Play-With-My-Pussy Day Pussy this, pussy that, pussy taken Pussy ride dick like she a Jamaican Pussy stay warm, pussy on vacation You loose bitches need a pussy renovation Y-y-you could eat it with a pussy reservation P-p-pussy 'bout to get a standin' ovation Clap, clap, clap for this pussy, nigga But I can't give this pussy to a pussy nigga Aw, man, slow down I'ma get you something that you could hold down But I can't give you head, I'm too ill for that I'ma make a movie still, Kill Bill for that 'Cause what the fuck, this ain't Chanel, nigga, custom down? What the fuck, I ain't smokin' hot, bust me down? You the same clown nigga that was runnin' me down? Now you all up in the sauce 'cause you wanna be down? I said, rule number one to be a boss ass bitch Never let a clown nigga try to play you If he play you, then rule number two Fuck his best friends then make 'em yes-men And get a dick pic and then you press send And send a red heart and send a kissy face And tell him that his friends love how your pussy taste And that's rule three, I'm the school tea' My wrist look like I am a jewel thief But that's just 'cause I am a boss bitch Now macaroni cheese and grill my swordfish Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch I'm a boss ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch I'm a boss ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch I-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-if he catch my drift, he could catch my jizz I be out in Cali runnin' all my businesses I be out in Cali watchin' back my Christmas vids Every time I fuck 'em, yes, I tell him this is his Looked down at it, and I said, "This is big" Man, my game so cold I said, "This is rigged" Best flow in the game, this is not a lie Tell 'em bitches, cross they "t"s and dot they "i"s I-I-I-I-I-I-I came back, bitches' flows still boring I said, "Damn, man, go back to whoring" You know I still lead the league in scoring You know I'm still bad and I'm still foreign I-I-I'ma give bitches time to get hot Chill out at the game, New York Knickerbock' If they actually got bars, they could rock But if not, I'ma destroy chicks a lot, oh But on the real, I'm in album mode Just dropped this freestyle 'fore these files get old When I lay low, bitches be safe and sound When I come back, they better not make a sound Hahaha, I hear you When I'm back on the prowl You bitches better have my money 'Cause I'm coming for you Ooh, ooh Uh, okay, I order rich bitch sauce Rich bitch cold, got a rich bitch cough Which bitch want it? I'll go rich bitch off 'Cause you know my style gettin' bit, ripped off When I'm at the restaurant, rich bitch sauce Rich bitch cold, I got a rich bitch cough Which bitch want it? I'll go rich bitch off And you know my style gettin' bit, ripped off Off, off, off, off, off, off, off I'm a b-, I'm a boss Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star bitch is Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star bitch is Ask Lil Wayne, ask Lil Wayne Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star bitch is Ask Birdman who the five-star bitch is Ask Young Money who the five-star bitch is Who the five-star bitch is, who the five-star bitch is Ask Birdman who the five-star bitch is Ask Lil Wayne, ask Lil Wayne Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star bitch is

I Will Always Love You

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Whitney Houston

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If I should stay I would only be in your way So I'll go, but I know I'll think of you every step of the way And I will always love you I will always love you You My darling, you Bittersweet memories That is all I'm taking with me So goodbye, please don't cry We both know I'm not what you, you need And I will always love you I will always love you You I hope life treats you kind And I hope you have all you've dreamed of And I'm wishing you joy and happiness But above all this, I wish you love And I will always love you I will always love you I will always love you I will always love you I will always love you I, I will always love you You Darling, I love you I'll always I'll always love you

Im Not the Only One

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Sam Smith

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You and me, we made a vow For better or for worse I can't believe you let me down But the proof's in the way it hurts For months on end I've had my doubts Denying every tear I wish this would be over now But I know that I still need you here You say I'm crazy 'Cause you don't think I know what you've done But when you call me baby I know I'm not the only one You've been so unavailable Now, sadly, I know why Your heart is unobtainable Even though Lord knows you kept mine You say I'm crazy 'Cause you don't think I know what you've done But when you call me baby I know I'm not the only one I have loved you for many years Maybe I am just not enough You've made me realise my deepest fear By lying and tearing us up You say I'm crazy 'Cause you don't think I know what you've done But when you call me baby I know I'm not the only one You say I'm crazy 'Cause you don't think I know what you've done But when you call me baby I know I'm not the only one I know I'm not the only one I know I'm not the only one And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know, know I know I'm not the only one

Fancy

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Iggy Azalea

{"Charli XCX"}

First things first, I'm the realest (Realest) Drop this and let the whole world feel it (Let 'em feel it) And I'm still in the Murda Bizness I can hold you down, like I'm giving lessons in physics (Right, right?) You should want a bad bitch like this (Huh?) Drop it low and pick it up just like this (Yeah) Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris High heels, something worth a half a ticket on my wrist (On my wrist) Taking all the liquor straight, never chase that (Never) Rooftop like we bringing '88 back (What?) Bring the hooks in, where the bass at? Champagne spilling, you should taste that I'm so fancy, you already know I'm in the fast lane, from L.A. to Tokyo I'm so fancy, can't you taste this gold? Remember my name, 'bout to blow-oh-oh-oh I said baby, I do this, I thought that you knew this Can't stand no haters, and honest, the truth is That my flow retarded, each beat dear, departed Swagger on stupid, I can't shop in no department And get my money on time, if they got money, decline And swear I meant that there so much that I give that line a rewind Said I get my money on time, if they got money, decline I just can't worry 'bout no haters, gotta stay on my grind Now tell me, who that, who that? That do that, do that? Put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew that I be that I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold I been working, I'm up in here with some change to throw I'm so fancy, you already know I'm in the fast lane, from L.A. to Tokyo I'm so fancy, can't you taste this gold? Remember my name, 'bout to blow-oh-oh-oh Trash the hotel, let's get drunk on the minibar Make the phone call, feels so good getting what I want Yeah, keep on turning it up Chandelier swinging, we don't give a fuck Film star, yeah, I'm deluxe Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch, ow! Still stunting, how you love that? Got the whole world asking how I does that Hot girl, hands off, don't touch that Look at it, I bet you wishing you could clutch that That's just the way you like it, huh? It's so good, he just wishing he could bite it, huh? Never turn down nothing Slayin' these hoes, gold trigger on the gun like I'm so fancy, you already know I'm in the fast lane, from L.A. to Tokyo I'm so fancy, can't you taste this gold? Remember my name, 'bout to blow-oh-oh-oh Who that, who that? I-G-G-Y That do that, do that, I-G-G-Y Who that, who that? I-G-G-Y (Blow-oh-oh-oh) Who that, who that? I-G-G-Y That do that, do that, I-G-G-Y Who that, who that? I-G-G-Y (Blow-oh-oh-oh)

Your Song

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Elton John

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It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside I'm not one of those who can easily hide I don't have much money, but, boy, if I did I'd buy a big house where we both could live If I was a sculptor, heh, but then again, no Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do My gift is my song, and this one's for you And you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simple, but now that it's done I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind That I put down in the words How wonderful life is while you're in the world I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss Well, a few of the verses, well, they've got me quite cross But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song It's for people like you that keep it turned on So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do You see, I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen And you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simple, but now that it's done I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind That I put down in the words How wonderful life is while you're in the world I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind That I put down in the words How wonderful life is while you're in the world

Lookin Ass

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Nicki Minaj

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All I, all I know is there should be no reason (Look at y'all niggas) All I know is there should be no reason (Niggas) All I, all I know is there should be, all I know All I, all I know is there should be no reason (Look at y'all niggas) All I know, you know, and you know (Niggas) Look at why, there's no reason Look at y'all smokin' ass niggas After every pull, niggas start chokin' ass niggas (You know why) Nigga-nigga (All, all I know is there's no reason) Look at y'all bitch ass niggas Stop lyin' on your dick ass niggas (You know why) Nigga-nigga (All, all I know is there's no) Look at y'all lookin' ass niggas Stop lookin' at my ass ass niggas (Reason) Look at y'all lyin' ass niggas Talkin' 'bout, "It's paid off," but it's financed, lyin' ass nigga Bunch of non-mogul ass niggas Frontin' like they got a plan, Boost Mobile ass nigga, nigga, nigga Look at y'all, can't get a job So you plottin' how to rob ass niggas I ain't gotta check for y'all But if I'ma check for y'all, I'ma need a check from y'all niggas I don't want sex, give a fuck about your ex I don't even want a text from y'all niggas I'm rapin' you niggas Look at this pic, look at what the fuck I gave to you niggas Ain't feelin' these niggas Niggas want my time, call me Clinton, I'm billin' these niggas All I, all I know is there should be no reason All I know is there should be no reason All I, all I know is there should be, all I know All I, all I know is there should be no reason All I know, you know, and you know Look at why, there's no reason Look at y'all sharin' one bottle in the club One bottle full of bub' ass niggas Look at y'all not havin' game ass niggas Y'all niggas share a chain ass niggas Same cup in the hand ass nigga In the club with a credit card scam ass nigga No dick in the pants ass nigga I'll be damned if I fuck a non-man ass nigga I will, I will, I will never fuck a non-man ass nigga I would never lie Even if that nigga flew me and my bitches All the way out to Dubai Pussy, you dry, pussy ass nigga, you lie Pussy ass nigga, you high Bitch I'm me, hundred on the wrist, I ski Art on the wall, Basqui, fuck who see Look at you fake dope dealers Know real niggas that be movin' weight in them villas Talkin' 'bout ki's, say, "It's ki's in the van" But he really move grams, and he split it with his mans All I, all I know is there should be no reason All I know is there should be no reason All I, all I know is there should be, all I know All I, all I know is there should be no reason All I know, you know, and you know Look at why, there's no reason

Studio

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ScHoolboy Q

{"BJ the Chicago Kid"}

I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby But this song so fuckin' dope, girl, it's harder not for me to blaze it To tell the truth, wish it was you in this booth that I was blazin' So I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby See I've been in the studio just tryna get to you, baby All night layin' verses though I'd rather lay with you, baby Bra and panties matchin', nail and toes, you all kinda lady Angel out of heaven, such a goddess have a nigga prayin' I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby But this song so fuckin' dope, girl, it's harder not for me to blaze it To tell the truth, wish it was you in this booth that I was blazin' So I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby You need a real nigga, shorty So come and throw that pussy, shorty See I think you and me can make it This little verse to get you naked See, your heart ain't meant for breaking Cupid's never been mistaken See, I been caught up in the moment Shit, my type ain't quite her type but now this gangsta nigga on it She can twist my weed and hit the 'yac I can hit your type without the hat, put that pussy on the map I see qualities in a bad girl, I know that ass you got Come with attitude and your swag, girl, you ain't wrong, girl Just when that door knock lose your thong, girl 'Cause you girl, 'cause you girl, girl, 'cause you girl, girl 'Cause you girl, girl... I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby But this song so fuckin' dope, girl, it's harder not for me to blaze it To tell the truth, wish it was you in this booth that I was blazin' So I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby Throw a loc your pussy, girl, you knowing that your nigga faded Can I hit that pussy way I wanna while this record playing? Put my tongue in different places, play a game of Operation Uh, like, na-na-na, la-la, la-la, you get what I'm saying No metaphors, nothing like that I'm keeping it straight to the point with you So, I'ma put this dick up all in-side-of-you I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby But this song so fuckin' dope, girl, it's harder not for me to blaze it To tell the truth, wish it was you in this booth that I was blazin' So I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby But this song so fuckin' dope, girl, it's harder not for me to blaze it To tell the truth, wish it was you in this booth that I was blazin' So I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby

Or Nah Remix

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Ty Dolla $ign

{"Wiz Khalifa","The Weeknd","Ty Dolla \\$ign",Mustard}

Tahahaha I got a lotta cash I don't mind spending it Tahaha, yeah Mustard on the beat, ho I'ma smoke this joint, then I'ma break you off I'd be lying if I said you ain't the one All these tattoos in my skin, they turn you on Lotta smokin', drinkin'-that's the shit I'm on Heard you not the type that you take home to Mom Is we fucking when we leave the club, or nah? I ain't spending cash for nothing, I wanna see you take it off I'ma pop this bottle, you gon' give me brain, or nah? (Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah) Do you like the way I flick my tongue, or nah? (Or nah) You can ride my face until you're drippin' cum (Drippin' cum) Can you lick the tip then throat the dick, or nah? (Can you do it, babe?) Can you let me stretch that pussy out, or nah? (Or nah, or nah) I'm not the type to call you back tomorrow But the way you wrapping 'round me is a prob Ain't nobody tryna save you, baby, get that paper Probably got a lot of other bitches owe you favors Pussy so good, had to save that shit for later Took her to the kitchen, fucked her right there on the table She repping XO to the death (Ooh, yeah) I'm tryna make these bitches sweat (Ooh, yeah) I'm tryna keep that pussy wet (Ooh, yeah) I'm tryna fuck her and her friends (Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah) You gon' run it for these hunnids, girl, or nah? Show me, is you really 'bout your money, girl, or nah? Don't play with a boss, girl, take it all (Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah) Took her for a real one, you gon' get it all (Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, oh, yeah) Is you really 'bout your money, or nah? (Or nah, nah) Can you really take dick, or nah? (Or nah, nah) Can I bring another bitch, or nah? (Or nah, nah) Is you with the shits, or nah? (Or nah, nah) Or nah, or nah Would you ride for a nigga, or nah? (Ooh, yeah, nah) Would you die for a nigga, or nah? (Or nah) Would you lie to a nigga, or nah? Or nah, or nah Can you really take dick, or nah? (Nah) Can I bring another bitch, or nah? (Or nah, nah) Is you with the shits, or nah? Or nah, or nah (Or nah) Would you ride for a nigga, or nah? (Or nah, or nah) Would you die for a nigga, or nah? (Or nah, or nah, no) Would you lie to a nigga, or nah? Or nah Gi-Girl, make that ass clap for young Dolla Sign (Dolla Sign) You already know my money go a long time (Yeah) I could slide for it, like Nelly (Like Nelly) I'ma go as far as you let me (Yeah, yeah) Girl, is you sucking me and fucking me, or nah? Can I bring another bitch? Let's have a threesome (Oh, yeah) Keep saying you's a freak-you gon' prove it, or nah? (Grits or nah) (Yeah) His bitch keep looking at me, she choosin', or nah? (On this dick or nah) You's a ride-or-die chick, you with the shit, or nah? (The shit or nah) Say you not a side bitch, you all-in, or nah? (All-in or nah) You gon' make them eggs cheesy with them grits, or nah? (Grits or nah) Can you do it like that on this dick, or nah? (Oh, yeah) You gon' run it for these hunnids, girl, or nah? Show me, is you really 'bout your money, girl, or nah? Don't play with a boss, girl, take it all Took her for a real one, you gon' get it all (Oh, yeah) Is you really 'bout your money, or nah? (Nah) Can you really take dick, or nah? (Nah) Can I bring another bitch, or nah? (Nah) Is you with the shits, or nah? Or nah, or nah Would you ride for a nigga, or nah? (Nah) Would you die for a nigga, or nah? (Or nah) Would you lie to a nigga, or nah? Or nah, or nah Can you really take dick, or nah? (Nah) Can I bring another bitch, or nah? (Nah) Is you with the shits, or nah? Or nah, or nah (Or nah) Would you ride for a nigga, or nah? (Nah) Would you die for a nigga, or nah? (No) Would you lie to a nigga, or nah? Or nah

I Mean It

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G-Eazy

{Remo}

You know if I say something I mean it These things happen Yeah If I ever said I'm never scared Just know I mean it If I ever said I fucked your bitch Just know I mean it And if I ever said I'm gettin' money Just know I mean it And oh Lord oh Lord knows He knows I mean it Yeah, you know I mean it You know I mean it Just know I mean it Just know I mean it Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah If I say that shit then I mean it She calls me, I screen it, I'm only fuckin' if it's convenient You lie on pussy, that's weak shit We pass pussy 'round, that's G shit But you ain't fam so what is this "we" shit? You cuff yours and then leash it Listen, I'm tellin' you, it's my world, I does what I wish to If you're mad well too bad, sounds like a personal issue I walk in, they all stare like "Who the fuck is this dude?" Kicks game is just rude, don't get jiu-jitsued Tunnel visions how I get ahead, stayed solid I never fled My haters feel like I'm better dead But I'm quite alive getting bread instead With a better girl, with a better face I'm in a better place gettin' better head "I just wanna stay broke forever," Yeah that's that shit no one ever said If I ever said I'm never scared Just know I mean it If I ever said I fucked your bitch Just know I mean it And if I ever said I'm gettin' money Just know I mean it And oh Lord oh Lord knows He knows I mean it Yeah, you know I mean it You know I mean it Just know I mean it Just know I mean it Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah Signed Gerald, I'm sincere This year I'm in here, I'll spell it out to make things clear Meanwhile your end's near, I've got a lane and I'm in gear You people wonder who's next up That conversation really ends here You rappers just talk a bunch, stress me out, I chop a dutch Weak rappers tryna bite the sound, but my style is a lot to munch I'm more like whiskey neat, and you're more like vodka punch G's dope, he might blow up, think I know, I've got a hunch On my side it's authentic, you try to stunt but it's all rented But you're dope you got a bad chick, yeah, cool bro we all get it She wears a ring, came through without it You really think she stay true? I doubt it Cause I'm fucking your girlfriend, and there's nothing you can do about it If I ever said I'm never scared Just know I mean it If I ever said I fucked your bitch Just know I mean it And if I ever said I'm gettin' money Just know I mean it And oh Lord oh Lord knows He knows I mean it Yeah, you know I mean it You know I mean it Just know I mean it Just know I mean it Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah

Chandelier

pop

Sia

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Party girls don't get hurt Can't feel anything, when will I learn? I push it down, push it down I'm the one "for a good time call" Phone's blowin' up, ringin' my doorbell I feel the love, feel the love One, two, three, one, two, three, drink One, two, three, one, two, three, drink One, two, three, one, two, three, drink Throw 'em back till I lose count I'm gonna swing from the chandelier From the chandelier I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist Like it doesn't exist I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night Feel my tears as they dry I'm gonna swing from the chandelier From the chandelier But I'm holding on for dear life Won't look down, won't open my eyes Keep my glass full until morning light 'Cause I'm just holding on for tonight Help me, I'm holding on for dear life Won't look down, won't open my eyes Keep my glass full until morning light 'Cause I'm just holding on for tonight On for tonight Sun is up, I'm a mess Gotta get out now, gotta run from this Here comes the shame, here comes the shame One, two, three, one, two, three, drink One, two, three, one, two, three, drink One, two, three, one, two, three, drink Throw 'em back till I lose count I'm gonna swing from the chandelier From the chandelier I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist Like it doesn't exist I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night Feel my tears as they dry I'm gonna swing from the chandelier From the chandelier But I'm holding on for dear life Won't look down, won't open my eyes Keep my glass full until morning light 'Cause I'm just holding on for tonight Help me, I'm holding on for dear life Won't look down, won't open my eyes Keep my glass full until morning light 'Cause I'm just holding on for tonight On for tonight On for tonight 'Cause I'm just holding on for tonight Oh, I'm just holding on for tonight On for tonight, on for tonight 'Cause I'm just holding on for tonight 'Cause I'm just holding on for tonight Oh, I'm just holding on for tonight On for tonight, on for tonight

Habits Stay High

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Tove Lo

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Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh I eat my dinner in my bathtub, then I go to sex clubs Watchin' freaky people gettin' it on It doesn't make me nervous if anything, I'm restless Yeah, I've been around and I've seen it all I get home, I got the munchies, binge on all my Twinkies Throw up in the tub, then I go to sleep And I drank up all my money, dazed and kinda lonely You're gone and I gotta stay high All the time, to keep you off my mind Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh High, all the time, to keep you off my mind Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Spend my days locked in a haze, tryna forget you, babe I fall back down Gotta stay high, all my life, to forget I'm missin' you Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Pick up daddies at the playground, how I spend my day time Loosen up their frown, make 'em feel alive I make it fast and greasy, I'm numb and way too easy You're gone and I gotta stay high All the time, to keep you off my mind Ooh-ooh-ooh-oh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh High, all the time, to keep you off my mind Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Spend my days locked in a haze, tryna forget you, babe I fall back down Gotta stay high, all my life, to forget I'm missin' you Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Staying in my play pretend, where the fun ain't got no end Oh, can't go home alone again, need someone to numb the pain Oh, staying in my play pretend, where the fun ain't got no end Uh, oh, can't go home alone again, need someone to numb the pain You're gone and I gotta stay high All the time, to keep you off my mind Ooh-ooh-oh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh High, all the time, to keep you off my mind Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Spend my days locked in a haze, tryna forget you, babe I fall back down Gotta stay high, all my life, to forget I'm missin' you Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Oh-oh

Days in the East

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Drake

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Yeah, why you keep askin' me about... (Why?) She's not here right now, she's not here right now Why am I the one you wanna get into it with for the drama? I've got a lot to say, and that's the last thing a nigga wanna hear right now Spendin' all my days on the east side, oh Forgettin' who I was on the other side, oh Young nigga switchin' up the program right now Tryna put the power in my own hands right now I'm about to ride through the old hood right now Got too much pride for my own good right now Waitin' on you to give in and hit me up So I could fall through like old times and hit it up I'm terrible at invitin' myself, call me over Those nights when you need someone else, call me over You can be the one to take control, call me over When I get there, you already know, call me Why you keep askin' me about... (Why?) Couple other things I'd rather do than talk about that right now Told you 'bout givin' him chances on chances on chances He's not holdin' you down, he's holdin' you back right now Spendin' all my days on the east side, oh (Oh, oh-oh-oh) Forgettin' who I was on the other side, oh Young nigga switchin' up the program right now Tryna put the power in my own hands right now Love it when your ass speak the truth to me, oh Tryna wake up and have you with me, oh Waitin' on you to give in and hit me up So I could fall through like old times and hit it up I'm terrible at invitin' myself, call me over Those nights when you need someone else, call me over You can be the one to take control, call me over When I get there, you already know, call me Yeah, ayy Yeah I I threw my hands in the air and said show me somethin', yeah Ayy Remember one night I went to Erykah Badu house She made tea for me We talked about love and what life could really be for me She said, "When that shit is real, you just know" And I was thinkin' 'bout you, you already know Yeah, the other night Chubbs showed up at my house He had weed for me That my nigga 'til we gone, keep his ear to the streets for me Said the city stress him out on the low I said, "I feel you, nigga, I already know" Yeah, already... Girls talkin' 'bout, "You gotta leave already?" Damn, my lil' nephew turned four already Gave you little help, you need more already Damn, you need more already? 'Fore you said "You're mine" I was yours already 22, had the Bentley four-door already Even as a boy, I was the boy already So you know that that mean pussy galore already Mention other girls, you get insecure already That was in the past, I matured already Fuck them hoes, you got the award already You go to Chanel and get rewards already Know I do this shit for Third Ward already Know I do this shit for H-Town already Already, already, yeah Back up in this thing, it's a go Had a couple niggas out of pocket, now they know Ain't the first time 'cause I lost you before Had to get it back, had to get it back Had to pull it back because I know I'm on the road Had to take you back because I know you're down to roll If you can get it from me, you can have it, now you know All your friends askin' where you stand with the boy FaceTime say you got plans for the boy Studyin' your body, that's exams for the boy Take a flight here, pop a Xan for your boy Waking up in Amsterdam with the boy Long flight home, 'nother Xan for your boy You would prolly fly out to Japan for the boy You would prolly kill another man for the boy You would prolly... You would prolly lie 'bout it on the stand for your boy Put the Bible to your right hand for the boy That's why you ain't never gotta worry 'bout the boy You know you got... You know you got that really good insurance on the boy You just gotta pack a bag and hurry to the boy, yeah (Why? Fring)

Stay With Me

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Sam Smith

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Guess it's true, I'm not good at a one-night stand But I still need love 'cause I'm just a man These nights never seem to go to plan I don't want you to leave, will you hold my hand? Oh, won't you stay with me? 'Cause you're all I need This ain't love, it's clear to see But darling, stay with me Why am I so emotional? No, it's not a good look, gain some self-control And deep down I know this never works But you can lay with me so it doesn't hurt Oh, won't you stay with me? 'Cause you're all I need This ain't love, it's clear to see But darling, stay with me Oooh, oooh Oooh, oooh Oh, won't you stay with me? 'Cause you're all I need This ain't love, it's clear to see But darling, stay with me Oh, won't you stay with me? 'Cause you're all I need This ain't love, it's clear to see But darling, stay with me

Gotta Go My Own Way

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High School Musical Cast

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Troy, listen I gotta say what's on my mind Somethin' about us doesn't seem right these days Life keeps gettin' in the way Whenever we try, somehow, the plan is always rearranged It's so hard to say But I gotta do what's best for me You'll be okay I've got to move on and be who I am I just don't belong here, I hope you understand We might find our place in this world someday But at least for now I gotta go my own way (My own way) Don't wanna leave it all behind But I get my hopes up And I watch them fall every time Another color turns to gray And it's just too hard to watch it all slowly fade away I'm leavin' today 'Cause I gotta do what's best for me You'll be okay I've got to move on and be who I am I just don't belong here, I hope you understand We might find our place in this world someday But at least for now I gotta go my own way What about us? What about everything we've been through? And what about trust? You know I never wanted to hurt you And what about me? What am I supposed to do? I gotta leave but I'll miss you, oh So, I've got to move on and be who I am (Why do you have to go?) I just don't belong here, I hope you understand (I'm trying to understand) We might find our place in this world someday But at least for now (I want you to stay) I gotta go my own way I've got to move on and be who I am (What about us?) I just don't belong here, I hope you understand (I'm trying to understand) We might find our place in this world someday (World someday) But at least for now I gotta go my own way I gotta go my own way I gotta go my own way

Draft Day

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Drake

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(Watch out, watch out) (Look out, look out) (Watch out, watch out) Yeah (Look out, look out) Yeah Draft day, Johnny Manziel Five years later, how am I the man still? Draft day, A. Wiggins Fuck that other side, bitch, we stay winnin' Aww man, you know I had to do it for you You know I had to do it for ya Yeah, suits and ties yellin' out, "Pay the guys" Man, I had to do it for ya You know I had to do it for ya You know I had to do it for ya Aww man, aww man, aww man Man, you know I had to- Sometimes I laugh with God about how you can't stop me I'm his darkest angel probably but he still got me I'm gettin' mine, but still I better lives And shit I set aside to make sure that my people getting by Brunch with some Qatar royals and my cup is all oil You know it's real when your niggas'll take the fall for you All loyal so you keep eggin' me on And we gonna have to crack a shell just to prove to you, you ain't hard-boiled, mm Last night I tried some raw oysters Man that boy growin' up quick, that boy know he the shit That boy singin' on every song when he know he can spit That boy manifested it, that boy knew it was written That boy did it on purpose That boy know that they shittin' on you, and they can't get past you You should've followed all my moves, you won't realize 'til after And if I left this shit to chance I would've picked a name like Chance the Rapper Yeah, no offense 'cause I don't know that nigga I'm focused on making records and gettin' bigger Just hits, no misses, that's for the married folk Tell 'em fix my suite up 'cause I'm comin' home I heard they talking crazy, I was out of town You know they love to pop all that shit when I'm not around But when I'm here, not a sound, that'll make me snap, jot it down Go in the booth and lay a body down Know some Somalis that say we got it Wallahi Get us donuts and coffee, we'll wait for him in the lobby And I gotta tell him chill, Sprite got me on payroll Let that man live, they say, "Okay, if you say so" See whatever I say goes, I play like I'm on 'roids, no Canseco No Oakland A's though, shout out the Bay though I think I'm on my eighth flow, just watch me paint flow We all do it for the art so I could never hate though Signin' off on more deals than a lawyer with a heavy case load How the game turn into the Drake show? Dog, what the fuck happen to so-and-so, where did they go? Too worried 'bout bitches and fashion, they go missin' in action And then you never notice they missin' On some Hunger Games shit, I would die for my district Jennifer Lawrence, you can really get it, yeah I mean, for real, girl you know I had to do it for ya You know I had to do it for ya You know I had to- oh, wait, sidebar, left some beat at the end So that all of you fuck niggas could loop it and get your lies off SZN Draft day, Johnny Manziel Five years later, how am I the man still? Draft day, A. Wiggins Fuck that other side, bitch, we stay winnin' Aww man, you know I had to do it for you You know I had to do it for ya Yeah, suits and ties yellin' out, "Pay the guys" Man, I had to do it for ya You know I had to do it for ya You know I had to do it for ya Aww man, aww man, aww man Man, you know I had to-

I Won

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Future

{"Kanye West"}

I just want to take you out and show you off You already know that you the perfect one Girl when I'm with you, feel like a champion Ever since I got with you I feel like I done won me a trophy A trophy, I won me a trophy I won, I won, I won a trophy I just want to take you out and show you off You already know that you the perfect one Girl when I'm with you, feel like a champion Ever since I got with you I feel like I done won me a trophy Trophy, I won me a trophy A trophy, I won me a trophy Trophy, I won me a trophy A trophy Get to fuckin' on the dresser just to make that pussy wetter Gotta put you in that vintage then you rockin' Perry Ellis Then I leave with you, only cause I believe in you We get to bangin' on the walls just to piss the neighbors off You and them 12 foot ceilings, I just painted the halls So I can breathe with you I want to live my dream with you You say that money don't matter it's the times and the memories And now that ass gettin' fatter and I know it's because of me I know it's because of me I know it's because of me, got you in custody Whoever knockin' at the door, they gotta wait 'til we finished I know I started at the bottom but that ain't where we endin' I just want to take you out and show you off You already know that you the perfect one Girl when I'm with you, feel like a champion Ever since I got with you I feel like I done won me a trophy Trophy, I won me a trophy I won, I won, I won a trophy I won me a trophy Trophy, I won me a trophy A trophy You the number one trophy wife So it's only right to live the trophy life You grew up on J. Lo, Timberlands by Manolo now 'Til one day I put an angel in your ultrasound I wanna dip that ass in gold, I wanna dip that ass in gold I made it over NBA, NFL players So every time I score it's like the Super Bowl Baby, we should hit the south of France So you could run around without them pants I put that glacier on your little hand Now that's the only thing without a tan My trophy on that Bound bike, I gave you only pipe If people don't hate then it won't be right You could look at Kylie, Kendall, Kourtney and Khloe All your Mama ever made was trophies, right? I just want to take you out and show you off You already know that you the perfect one Girl when I'm with you, feel like a champion Ever since I got with you I feel like I done won me a trophy Trophy, I won me a trophy I won, I won, I won a trophy I won me a trophy Trophy, I won me a trophy A trophy

Dont

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Ed Sheeran

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I met this girl late last year She said, "Don't you worry if I disappear" I told her I'm not really looking for another mistake I called an old friend thinking that the trouble would wait But then I jumped right in a week later, returned I reckon she was only looking for a lover to burn But I gave her my time for two or three nights Then I put it on pause until the moment was right I went away for months until our paths crossed again She told me, "I was never looking for a friend Maybe you could swing by my room around ten Baby, bring the lemon and a bottle of gin We'll be in between the sheets till the late AM" Baby, if you wanted me then you should have just said, she's singing Don't (hhh) with my love That heart is so cold All over my home I don't wanna know that babe Don't (hhh) with my love I told her she knows Take aim and reload I don't wanna know that babe And for a couple weeks, I only wanna see her We drink away the days with a takeaway pizza Before, a text message was the only way to reach her Now she's staying at my place and loves the way I treat her Singing out Aretha, all over the track like a feature And never wants to sleep, I guess that I don't want to either But, me and her, we make money the same way Four cities, two planes, the same day And those shows have never been what it's about But maybe we'll go together and just figure it out I'd rather put on a film with you and sit on a couch But we should get on a plane or we'll be missing it now Wish I'd have written it down, the way that things played out When she was kissing him, how I was confused about Now she should figure it out, while I'm sat here singing Don't (hhh) with my love That heart is so cold All over my home I don't wanna know that babe Don't (hhh) with my love I told her she knows Take aim and reload I don't wanna know that babe (Knock, knock, knock) on my hotel door I don't even know if she knows what for She was crying on my shoulder, I already told ya Trust and respect is what we do this for I never intended to be next (Get lost) But you didn't need to take him to bed, that's all And I never saw him as a threat (Get lost) Until you disappeared with him to have sex, of course It's not like we were both on tour We were staying on the same (hhh) hotel floor And I wasn't looking for a promise or commitment But it was never just fun, and I thought you were different This is not the way you realized what you wanted It's a bit too much, too late, if I'm honest And all this time, God knows I'm singing Don't (hhh) with my love That heart is so cold All over my home I don't wanna know that babe Don't (hhh) with my love I told her she knows Take aim and reload I don't wanna know that babe Don't (hhh) with my love That heart is so cold All over my home I don't wanna know that babe Don't fuck with my love I told her she knows Take aim and reload I don't wanna know that babe

Dont Tell Nobody

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Tink

{Jeremih}

Baby, don't tell nobody Yeah, I know what you're saying is the truth Baby, don't tell nobody Don't front me off in front of company You know we could work that out Maybe we should work that Maybe we should work that out You know we could work that Baby, don't tell nobody Don't front me off in front of company I just text yo phone like 30 some times in a row You ain't gotta lie 'cause it's going on 5 And if you ain't in my bed then you laying with a ho So fuck that love shit I don't feel none of that Like I'm numb to the pain, said I'm done with the game, but I'm still here running back 'Cause I already know your lingo You talk to these hoes like you're single You know you really love pulling fast ones Cheat, come home and act dumb Pussy nigga, pussy nigga, listen nigga I see shit even when you ain't in sight I just hold it in like it's picture time I've been holding back for a long while Just hoping soon it'll turn around but How can I word this? You ain't been perfect Tell me you working late Your phone losing service And now I'm here thinking like "This nigga tweakin" You sorry, pathetic and far from authentic You liar, you fronter, you just like these other, niggas As much as I hate you, I still wanna date you You better just hope I don't Tell nobody Yeah, I know what you're saying is the truth Baby, don't tell nobody Don't front me off in front of company You know we could work that out Maybe we should work that Maybe we should work that out You know we could work that Baby, don't tell nobody Don't front me off in front of company Sick of this keep it on the DL shit You say you with the bros when you out with a bitch You say you at the crib when you leaving her place I pull up to ya crib and you lie to my face He like "Baby, you my all and all I was in the bathroom when I missed ya call" Nah, you was in the backseat sweating like an athlete Doing everything that you said you wouldn't But I ain't gon' trip on a weak ass nigga I'ma just find me a nigga much bigger I'ma just do the same shit that you do when I'm not up in the room Yeah, baby, let's think I'ma text Bryan, Facetime Ryan Call up Keenan, tell 'em I need him Niggas ain't loyal, and I knew from the jump When you showed me the ropes that I wouldn't never have trust for you You creepin, I'm leavin, you call me, I pick up, I hang up You text me, "Let's link up" Then I just say fuck it, then we end up fucking And you start up something I said I was done with Then it all repeats in the next 2 weeks I'll be back on the same "I'm done" shit If they only knew that I'd rather be loose Man I'm tempted but I ain't gon' Tell nobody Yeah, I know what you're saying is the truth Baby, don't tell nobody Don't front me off in front of company](3305242) You know we could work that out Maybe we should work that Maybe we should work that out You know we could work that Baby, don't tell nobody Don't front me off in front of company When I'm right there, the night gets better You must admit we're one together 'Cause you don't talk that shit when I give you gas money 5 star chick, baby, when yo ass hungry Good weed, good dick Girl, you get it all from me Plenty secrets of you and your world Even me and you and your girls I would never tell nobody Yeah, I know what you're saying is the truth Baby, don't tell nobody Don't front me off in front of company You know we could work that out Maybe we should work that Maybe we should work that out You know we could work that Baby, don't tell nobody Don't front me off in front of company

Believe Me

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Lil Wayne

{Drake}

I'm the only one that get the job done I don't know a nigga that could cover for me Yeah, got some game from my dad He said she might say she love me She don't love me like she say she love me Believe me, believe me I'm that nigga, boy they love me in the streets I'm not tryna find nobody else to beat I'm the one they come to see because they all Believe me Yeah, rip, rip rip It's been me and Young Tune off the rip That's the man that put me in this shit If a nigga fuck with him, I'll put him down quick Got a verse for anybody wanna talk about the clique I've been takin' shit light, you don't wanna hear me trip God damn, do y'all really know who y'all fuckin' with? Yeah, I mean you can't blame me for wonderin' Doesn't matter, could be winter or the summer On the road, I do One Direction numbers, I don't fuckin' miss Yeah, Stunna and Mack know When Wayne was gone for eight months, we put this thing up on our back And I was snappin' off on every single track though Collect call from the boss like where we at though I was like, "Hah, it's our time, nigga" He left Rikers in a Phantom, that's my nigga And I'll been rockin' with the team 'til Carter IX And we YMCMB, waitin' on somebody to try us, nigga Yeah I'm the only one that get the job done I don't know a nigga that could cover for me Yeah, got some game from my dad He said she might say she love me She don't love me like she say she love me Believe me, believe me I'm that nigga, boy they love me in the streets I'm not tryna find nobody else to beat I'm the one they come to see because they all Believe me Lord knows I'll murk one of these niggas, yeah His and hers Ferraris, nigga One for me, one for my daughter, nigga Waitin' for someone to test me like a Harvard nigga I tote a 223, two Michael Jordans, nigga Come on, fight these shell cases like a lawyer, nigga Find out where you stay, and act like we found some oil, nigga Out of duct tape so when he prayin' I ignore the nigga All I gotta say is "sayonara, nigga" Drop dead gorgeous but the bitch ain't dyin' for a nigga Where the real queens at? Shout out Capone and Noreaga We can shoot it out and see who live to tell the story later Diamonds in my Rollie face cannot be exfoliated They think I'm associated, I'm the one that orchestrated Yayo get her ass whipped, whip that ass like horses racin' Ain't 'bout what you walk away from, it's 'bout what you walk away with Dead Presidents, them coffins vacant I must be doin' somethin' I'm the only one that get the job done I don't know a nigga that could cover for me Yeah, got some game from my dad He said she might say she love me She don't love me like she say she love me Believe me, believe me I'm that nigga, boy they love me in the streets I'm not tryna find nobody else to beat I'm the one they come to see because they all Believe me Had to get it poppin' off the rip Rich young nigga that ain't never had to trick Slim Thug flow but you know I like 'em thick If she get a job at DOA, I drop her off a tip I had to get it poppin' off the rip I'm the one they tell yah been reppin' in the 6 Come into the city and yah niggas get to trippin' We'll take yah to the Scarborough Bluff and drop you off a cliff Well damn, just be happy for the man Nirvana, Coldplay, nigga got bands Ink from the money, got it all over my hands Goin' out to Houston, spendin' all of my advance V Live just took me for a cheque "Drake you know I love you, you just took me outta debt" Yes, right now you are lookin' at the best Mothafuck award shows and mothafuck the press like that Mothafuck the rest When they jumped off the porch, I was stumblin' up the steps I'd give what I collect before I give up my connect It'd be a cold day in Hell, icicles made of sweat One finger, slidin' 'cross my neck Niggas know what that mean like they deaf Nigga I'll fire this nina like it's her first day On the job and the bitch overslept Tune stay humble, nigga I'm a king Need a horn and a drumroll They throw mothafuckin' roses at my feet, nigga I don't step on one rose I'm the only one that get the job done I don't know a nigga that can cover for me Tape a couple kilos to the bitch stomach She look like she got a bun in the oven from me Preheat, believe me All you gotta do is pay me every week I had these bitches havin' babies every week I'm the nigga, see me skatin' in the streets Gone Rip rip, nigga

No Flex Zone

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Rae Sremmurd

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Mike WiLL Made-It EarDrummers (Hey) No flex zone, (Hey) no flex zone (Hey) They know better, (Hey) they know better (Hey) No flex zone, (Hey) no flex zone (Hey) They know better, (Hey) they know better Won a gold medal, and a gold bezel I treat these hoes special, now ya ho jealous Freak hoes, got several, they tens or better I'm a trendsetter, I'm a go-getter Swae Lee, Lee Swae, it's the same difference H2O, lean, same thing Niggas throw sets and gangbang Free everybody in the chain gang It's been two days since I laid down Kool Moe Dee, five chains on Mr. T, them rings on, say my fucking name, ho Yeah, them diamonds so cool, yeah, that old school mine fo' Never heard about you, all my hoes, they so rude Tats all on me, nigga, trill-ass individual Go and check on that nigga, sit on my Balmain zipper Got a airtight schedule, fuck your bitch, just met her Pink slip, no rental, got a L full of that killer Beating on my chest like Magilla (Stand Back) Nigga I am the gorilla of the village Pack sound like heavy metal Just killed the haters, God bless them (Hey) No flex zone, (Hey) no flex zone (Hey) They know better, (Hey) they know better (Hey) No flex zone, (Hey) no flex zone (Hey) They know better, (Hey) they know better Won a gold medal, and a gold bezel I treat these hoes special, now ya ho jealous Freak hoes, got several, they tens or better I'm a trendsetter, I'm a go-getter Young niggas got to get to the money Five chains, so they look at me funny Showed up with the juice and the troops Roll a seven every time I shoot She said, "Why you got so many condoms with you?" I say, "I'm a player, to be honest with you" Hublot, woo, so shiny Mind you, my crew right behind me Went shopping, could've bought an island Talking money when I'm with Italians Spilling purple on the red carpet And I'm flyer than that nigga on the hang glider Four, five, six, seven chains on, just stay in your lane, ho Don't you like these A. Wang's? Don't you like these gold fangs? You a well-known flexer, I'm a young trendsetter These hoes, they reckless, they slick, they messy Three hoes freak dancing, wit' the loud, singing acapella Chain clang like heavy metal Sremm killed the haters, God bless them (Hey) No flex zone, (Hey) no flex zone (Hey) They know better, (Hey) they know better (Hey) No flex zone, (Hey) no flex zone (Hey) They know better, (Hey) they know better Won a gold medal, and a gold bezel I treat these hoes special, now ya ho jealous Freak hoes, got several, they tens or better I'm a trendsetter, I'm a go-getter

Dont Tell Em

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Jeremih

{YG}

Mustard on the beat, ho Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion Girl I guess that must be you Body like the summer, fuckin' like no other Don't you tell 'em what we do Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, you ain't even Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, you ain't even gotta tell 'em Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, you ain't even even gotta tell 'em Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em Know you say you down with it Won't tell em how you hit the ground with it Girl, you know I'm from Chicago I act a fool, Bobby Brown with it (in it) Nobody take me out, though You got gifts, bring 'em down the South Pole Marathon doll gon' put in miles Don't you worry 'bout him, I gon' work it out Only is you got me feeling like this Oh why, why, why, why, why Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips That's right, right, right, right, right Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion Girl, I guess that must be you Body like the summer, fuckin' like no other Don't you tell 'em what we do Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, you ain't even Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, you ain't even gotta tell 'em Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, you ain't even even gotta tell 'em Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em Girl, he fufu with it But you know I know what to do with it I'll give you that, girl, I'm talking laps As if you got a pool in it And she say she ain't with your best friends Then let me be your diamond You know you feeling, how your boy press play Just keep that ass rewindin' Only is you got me feeling like this Oh why, why, why, why Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips That's right, right, right, right, right Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion Girl, I guess that must be you Body like the summer, fuckin' like no other Don't you tell 'em what we do Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, you ain't even Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, you ain't even gotta tell 'em Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, you ain't even even gotta tell 'em Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em 3-1-0 9-3-4 8-6-1-6 I got a missed call from your bitch She been plottin' on me for a cool minute She wanna' suck my dick, and I'm cool with it I like girls in the shower, when it's winter fresh It's some Twitter pussy, I met on the Internet On my late-night thirsty, 'cause it was late-night and I was thirsty Girl, I been to that county girl, I ain't tellin' Handcuff me to the bed, girl it ain't no bailin' I keep a stack of hundreds, I can keep a secret If anything you was explorin', you wasn't cheating She got my number stored under fake names Her nigga think she faithful, but she runnin' game YOLO, so take me out these Polos And we can fuck from Uno to Ocho Only is you got me feeling like this Oh why, why, why, why, why Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips That's right, right, right, right, right Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion Girl, I guess that must be you Body like the summer, fuckin' like no other (I keep it on the D.L, and creep like TL Just tell me them details, just hand me) Don't you tell 'em what we do Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, you ain't even Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, you ain't even gotta tell 'em Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em You ain't even, you ain't even even gotta tell 'em Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em (no) Right, right, right, right, right, right, right Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, no Why, why, why, why would you do (oh) Just keep the rhythm like that, that (that, that) Put in on like that, that (that, that) I know you like that (that, that, that, that) You know I want that (that, that, that, that) Ohh oh-ohh oh-ohh oh-ohh

About The Money

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T.I.

{"Young Thug"}

(We got London On Da Track) Woah Yeah, man, T.I.P. in this motherfucker with me, nigga To the max with it Racks I count six shots Bustin' out the bando (Woo) A nigga jewelry real metal like a can opener (Bling) I went from rags to riches to a feature with Tip (Woo) I went from Smart Card to a bitch with some smart lips (Skrrt) And the F&N make my hip limp (Gah) I'm goin' fishin' with these little bitty shrimp dimps (Woo) And my bank roll got a big dip (Woo) She gon' bring it on a big ship (Sheesh, sheesh) Quite trill, no QuikTrip (Sheesh, sheesh) I got thugs in the alley, know Tip here (Woo) And she just wanna have a good day (What?) Smoke way more weed than a guy in L.A (Damn) Damn, I'll hold them birds 'til next May (Goddamn) Never let 'em fly away (What?) I heard, hey buddy Listen what my nigga Tip say, hey If it ain't about the money (Yeah) Don't be blowin' me up, nigga, I ain't gettin' up (Brr) If it ain't about the money (Hello?) Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time (Bye bruh) If it ain't about the money Nah, I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit (I ain't finna do shit, my nigga) If it ain't about the money Bitch, you can miss me with it Bitch nigga, miss me with it, turn it (Hey, go, tell 'em) I pack an 11, I pack an 11, ayy (Boom, turn it) I'm ridin' in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe, ooh (Turn up, uh, watcha, what they say gah) I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend, ayy (Bah, uh nigga, boom what) Pants out the grocery store, they stuffed with lettuce, ayy (Bankroll Mafia, go) She try make the extras, I tell on these bitches, hey (Hustle, gah, sheesh, sheesh) When it's 'bout time to pay, I'ma bail on these bitches, ayy (Yuh, uh uh, skrrt) Ayy, ayy, ayy, what you think we in the neighborhood for? Standin' at the corner store with a pocket full of dough I'll be damned if a nigga wife a hood ho (woo) Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones" Put your money down, I could buck a hard 4 You playin' with it, I'ma send 'em through your car door My watch flooded, shit sick, got Parvo I'm doin' it for black and yellow, free Hardo The head honcho, nigga, no Tonto, nigga I'm quick to put some bricks in a Bronco, nigga Niggas talk shit, well, I don't respond to no nigga No murder, no dough, no convo, nigga If it ain't about the money Don't be blowin' me up, nigga, I ain't gettin' up If it ain't about the money Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time If it ain't about the money Nah, I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit If it ain't about the money Bitch, you can miss me with it Bitch nigga, miss me with it, turn it (Go, tell 'em) I pack an 11, I pack an 11, ayy (Boom, turn it) I'm ridin' in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe, ooh (Turn up, uh, watcha, what they say gah) I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend, ayy (Bah, uh nigga, boom what) Pants out the grocery store, they stuffed with lettuce, ayy (Bankroll Mafia, go) She try make the extras, I tell on these bitches, hey (Hustle, gah) When it's 'bout time to pay, I'ma bail on these bitches, ayy (Yuh, uh uh) What you think we in the neighborhood for? Standin' in the trap, slangin' good blow Them '80s babies used to slang that crack Buy a stolen car while he bang that AK If you ever took a loss, better bring that back Catch up witcha, betcha he gon' blow your brains 'bout that Ba-bow, ayy, know you better be (better be) On your best behavior when addressin' me Because, bye-gones, we don't let 'em be Niggas disrespect me, I'ma catch a felony For real, if you listen I can get you paid But not interested in shit you say If it ain't about the money (nigga) Don't be blowin' me up, nigga, I ain't gettin' up If it ain't about the money Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time If it ain't about the money Nah, I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit If it ain't about the money Bitch, you can miss me with it Bitch nigga, miss me with it, turn it I pack an 11, I pack an 11, ayy (Boom, turn it) I'm ridin' in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe, ooh (Turn up, uh, watcha, what they say gah) I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend, ayy (Bah, uh nigga, boom what) Pants out the grocery store, they stuffed with lettuce, ayy (Bankroll Mafia, go) She try make the extras, I tell on these bitches, hey (Hustle, gah) When it's 'bout time to pay, I'ma bail on these bitches, ayy (Yuh, uh uh) Ayy, ayy, ayy, what you think we in the neighborhood for? Standin' at the corner store with a pocket full of dough I'll be damned if a nigga wife a hood ho Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones," nigga

Pills N Potions

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Nicki Minaj

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Pills and potions We're overdosin' I'm angry, but I still love you Pills and potions We're overdosin' Can't stand it, but I still love you I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still lo-o-ove I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still love I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still lo-o-ove I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still love Ayo They could never make me hate you Even though what you was doin' wasn't tasteful Even though you out here lookin' so ungrateful I'ma keep it movin', be classy and graceful I told 'em it's no friends in the game, you ain't learn that yet All the bridges you came over, don't burn that yet Niggas want respect, but niggas ain't earn that yet Self-righteous and entitled but they swearin' on the Bible That they love you when, really, they no different from all your rivals But I still don't wish death on 'em, I just reflect on 'em Pills and potions We're overdosin' I'm angry, but I still love you Pills and potions We're overdosin' Can't stand it, but I still love you I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still lo-o-ove I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still love I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still lo-o-ove I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still love Yo People'll love you and support you when it's beneficial I'ma forgive, I won't forget, but I'ma dead the issue Soon as you outta niggas lives is when they start to miss you They see you doin' good, now it's kinda hard to diss you Niggas be sick when they remember all the bad they wished you Niggas be mad when they can't come and live lavish wit' you Bu-bu-but I sped off in the Benzy I see the envy when I'm causin' a frenzy (Kyuh) So I pop pills for 'em (Rrrah) Cop cribs in the hills on 'em Pills and potions We're overdosin' I'm angry, but I still love you Pills and potions We're overdosin' Can't stand it, but I still love you I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still lo-o-ove I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still love I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still lo-o-ove I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still love I get high off Your memory I get high off Your memory I get high off Your memory In due time We'll be fine In due time I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still lo-o-ove I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still love I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still lo-o-ove I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still love

Thinking Out Loud

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Ed Sheeran

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When your legs don't work like they used to before And I can't sweep you off of your feet Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love? Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks? And darling, I will be loving you till we're seventy And baby, my heart could still fall as hard at twenty-three And I'm thinking 'bout how People fall in love in mysterious ways Maybe just the touch of a hand Well me, I fall in love with you every single day I just wanna tell you I am So honey, now, take me into your loving arms Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars Place your head on my beating heart, I'm thinking out loud And maybe we found love right where we are When my hair's all but gone and my memory fades And the crowds don't remember my name When my hands don't play the strings the same way I know you will still love me the same 'Cause, honey, your soul could never grow old, it's evergreen And baby, your smile's forever in my mind and memory And I'm thinking 'bout how People fall in love in mysterious ways And maybe it's all part of a plan Well I'll just keep on making the same mistakes Hoping that you'll understand That, baby, now, take me into your loving arms Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars Place your head on my beating heart, I'm thinking out loud And maybe we found love right where we are So baby, now, take me into your loving arms Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars Oh darling, place your head on my beating heart, I'm thinking out loud That maybe we found love right where we are Oh baby, we found love right where we are And we found love right where we are

Lifestyle

rap

Rich Gang

{Birdman,"Young Thug","Rich Homie Quan"}

I done, uh, ha, huh (Ayy) London On Da Track, bitch (My lifestyle) Ayy, Rich Homie, Thugga Thugga in this mothafucka' (Yee) Rich Homie, Thugga Thugga in this mothafucka' (Oh) Rich Gang, Thugga Thugga baby Got like four ounces in a 20 ounce, bitch (Ah) I'm blessed (Hey) (Rich Homie) I done (Hey), did a lot of shit just to live this here lifestyle (Oh, yeah, woo) We came straight from the bottom to the top, my lifestyle (Lifestyle, ayy) Nigga livin' life like a beginner and this is only beginnin' (Beginnin', lil' nigga, woo) I'm on the top of the mountain, puffin' on clouds and niggas still beginnin' (You still beginnin', lil' nigga) Million five on the Visa card (Woo) Hundred bands stacked look like some fuckin' Titans (Football player) Nigga servin' great white like I'm feedin' sharks (Sheesh) I won't do nothin' with the bitch, she can't even get me hard (Woo) Somethin' wrong with the pussy (What?) Even though I ain't gon' hit it, I'ma still make sure that she douche it ('Cause what?) Me and my woadie, we don't get caught up like that, no way (No way) We ain't got time to go see doctors, J, hey (Woo) Who said money? (Money, nigga) Hop up in my bed full of forty bitches, I'm yawnin' (And why?) Hey, think this a show, bitch, I'm performin' I do this shit for my daughters and all my sons, bitch (Woo) I'm gonna run up them bands up, take care their funds, bitch (Are you eatin'?) I got a moms, bitch (What?), she got a moms, bitch (She do) I got sisters and brothers to feed (Woo) I ain't goin' out like no idiot, I'm a OG I done did a lot of shit just to live this here lifestyle (Livin' this shit right now) We came straight from the bottom to the top, my lifestyle (Livin' lifestyle right now, oh) Nigga livin' life like a beginner and this is only beginnin' (Only beginnin', lil' nigga) I'm on the top of the mountain, puffin' on clouds and niggas still beginnin' (You still beginnin', lil' nigga) Still screamin' "Fuck the otherside" (Fuck them niggas, fuck them niggas) I'ma ride for my nigga, ayy (Quan voice) And I'ma die for my nigga, ayy (Quan voice) Ain't gonna be latchin' on my niggas, ayy (No way, no way) Niggas couldn't see me if they had a genie (Woo) I'ma live my life like Bennie, R.I.P. my brother Bennie (R.I.P.) I stack them racks to the ceiling, now these niggas can't beat me (Racks) I just might wake wantin' Chanel and these bitches can't see me (Woo) I'm in a whole other league (Rich Gang) I ain't got AIDS but I swear to God I would bleed (Suwoop) 'Til I D.I.E (Brrat) 28 floors up I feel like I could F.L.Y.E.E (Ooh) Pee on top of these bitches (Ooh) God told me they can never stop me so they ain't gon' stop me I'm in that Corvette with baby mommy gettin' sloppy toppy (Skrrt, skrrt, woo) I'm bleedin' red like a devil, I see these bitches plotting They wanna know how I got M's and I didn't finish college (Damn) I done did a lot of shit just to live this here lifestyle (Livin' this shit right now) We came straight from the bottom to the top, my lifestyle (Livin' lifestyle right now, oh) Nigga livin' life like a beginner and this is only beginnin' (Only beginnin', lil' nigga) I'm on the top of the mountain, puffin' on clouds and niggas still beginnin' (Tell 'em) I do it for my daddy (Ayy), I do it for my mama (I do) Them long nights, I swear to God I do it for the come up (Come up) I'm Willie B beatin' on my chest, in the jungle, ayy (Hey) Money on money, I got commas in every bank Sunday through Monday I've been grindin' with no sleep (Swear) Talkin' 'bout takin' somethin' from me, like no way (Nah) Thugga Thugger, that's my brother, brother (Thugger, Thugger) You don't want no trouble trouble or you can get these fists, knuckle, knuckle (Hey) Buckle up like a seatbelt or I'll shoot ya (Fuh fuh) Punchin' on the gas (Skrrt), too fast, and I lose ya (Hey) Give me a bed, and I'll do her (Hey), I want her head, Medusa (Ooh) I swear a nigga gone 'cause this strong I'm blowin' super (OG, nigga) Ayy, grindin' for a new day (What you doin'?) I'm skatin', like that nigga Lupe (Swear to God) Hey, I'm on the top just like toupee (I'm on the top, nigga) Ayy, I'm in her mouth just like toothpaste I've done did a lot of shit just to live this here lifestyle (Style) We came straight from the bottom to the top, my lifestyle Nigga livin' life like a beginner and this is only beginnin' (Beginnin', lil' nigga) I'm on the top of the mountain, puffin' on clouds and niggas still beginnin' Sitting in the middle of this ocean, Pacific that is You understand me? Bunch of bad bitches, ya heard? Popping that GTV, living that lifestyle, ya heard? I do this for Ms. Gladys, boy - 100

Photograph

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Ed Sheeran

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Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes But it's the only thing that I know When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes It is the only thing that makes us feel alive We keep this love in a photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Hearts are never broken And time's forever frozen, still So you can keep me Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet You won't ever be alone, wait for me to come home Loving can heal, loving can mend your soul And it's the only thing that I know, know I swear it will get easier, remember that with every piece of ya And it's the only thing we take with us when we die We keep this love in a photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Hearts were never broken And time's forever frozen, still So you can keep me Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet You won't ever be alone And if you hurt me, well that's okay, baby Only words bleed inside these pages, you just hold me And I won't ever let you go Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home Oh, you can fit me Inside the necklace you got when you were 16 Next to your heartbeat where I should be Keep it deep within your soul And if you hurt me, well that's okay, baby Only words bleed inside these pages You just hold me And I won't ever let you go When I'm away, I will remember how you kissed me Under the lamppost back on Sixth street Hearing you whisper through the phone "Wait for me to come home"

Often

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The Weeknd

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Seneler sürer her günüm Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah Yalnız gitmekten yorgunum Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah Seneler sürer her günüm Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah Yalnız gitmekten yorgunum Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah I usually love sleeping all alone This time around bring your friend with you But we ain't really going to sleep at all You ain't gonna catch me with them sneak pictures, sneak pictures In my city, I'm a young God That pussy kill be so vicious My God white, he in my pocket He get me redder than the devil 'til I go nauseous (Oh) She asked me if I do this every day, I said, "Often" Asked how many times she rode the wave, "Not so often" (Baby) Bitches down to do it either way, often Baby I can make that pussy rain, often Often, often, girl I do this often Make that pussy poppin', do it how I want it Often, often, girl I do this often Make that pussy poppin', do it how I want it Often Infatuated by the fame status She wanna ride inside the G-Class grey 'matic (Oh) I come around, she leave that nigga like he ain't matter That girl been drinkin' all day, need to change bladder She's just happy that the crew's back in town She 'bout to go downtown for a whole hour If I had her, you can have her, man it don't matter I'm never sour, I'm just smokin' somethin' much louder She asked me if I do this every day, I said, "Often" Asked how many times she rode the wave, "Not so often" Bitches down to do it either way, often Baby I can make that pussy rain, often (Baby, I can make that pussy rain) Often, often, girl I do this often Make that pussy poppin', do it how I want it Often, often, girl I do this often Make that pussy poppin', do it how I want it Often Ooh, the sun's risin' up The night's almost up The night's almost done But I see your eyes You wanna go again Girl, I'll go again Girl, I'll go again She asked me if I do this every day, I said, "Often" Asked how many times she rode the wave, "Not so often" Bitches down to do it either way, often (Bitches down to do it either way) Baby I can make that pussy rain, often (Oh, oh-oh-oh) Often, often, girl I do this often Make that pussy poppin', do it how I want it Often, often, girl I do this often Make that pussy poppin', do it how I want it Often Seneler sürer her günüm Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah Yalnız gitmekten yorgunum Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah Seneler sürer her günüm Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah Yalnız gitmekten yorgunum Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah

Hot Nigga

rap

Bobby Shmurda

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Y'all tryna make a next motherfuckin' scene up in here, huh? It's fucking Shmurda she wrote (Ah-ah-ahh) How much Shmoney's that? (Nah-ah-ahh! Ah-ahh!) Grr-r-r-r! Jahlil Beats, holla at me And Chewy, I'm some hot nigga (Hot nigga) Like I talk to Shyste when I shot niggas (What's good?) Like you seen him twirl, then he drop, nigga (Seen him drop!) And we keep them nine millis on my block, nigga And Monte keep it on him, he done dropped niggas And Trigger, he be wilding, he some hot nigga Tones known to get busy with them Glocks, nigga Try to run down and you can catch a shot, nigga Running through these checks 'til I pass out (Pass out) And shorty give me neck 'til I pass out (Pass out) I swear to God, all I do is cash out (All I do) And if you ain't a ho, get up out my trap house! I been selling crack since like the fifth grade (Like the fifth grade) Really never made no difference what the shit made (What the shit made) Jaja taught me flip them packs and how to maintain (How to maintain) Get that money back and spend it on the same thang Shawty like the way that I ball out (Ball out) I be getting money 'til I fall out (Fall out) You talking cash, dog, I goes all out (All out) Shorty love the way that I floss out (Floss out!) Free Greezy, though, let all of my dogs out (Let my dogs out) Mama said no pussycats inside my doghouse (Pussy nigga) That's what got my daddy locked up in the dog pound (Huh) Free Phantom though, let all of my dogs out We gon' pull up in that hooptie like we cops on 'em With M16s, we gon' put some shots on 'em I send a lil' thot to send the drop on him (Send it, send it) She gon' call me up and I'ma sic the hots on him (And I'ma, and I'ma) Grimey savage, that's what we are (We are) Grimey shooters dressed in G-Star (Star) GS9, I go so hard (Hard) But GS for my gun squad (That's for my gun squad) And, bitch, if it's a problem, we gon' gun-brawl (Bow nigga!) Shots popping out the AR (B-B-B-Bow, nigga!) I'm with Trigger, I'm with Rasha, I'm with A-Rod (B-B-B-Bow, nigga!) Broad daylight and we gon' let them things bark Tell them niggas free Meeshie, ho (Free Meeshie) SUBwave, free Breezy, ho (Free Breezy, ho) And tell my niggas, Shmurda teaming, ho (Shmurda teaming, ho) Mitch caught a body about a week ago, week ago Fuck with us and then we tweaking, ho, tweaking, ho Run up on that nigga, get to squeezing, ho, squeezing, ho Everybody catching bullet holes, bullet holes (B-B-B-Boom!) Niggas got me on my bully, yo, bully, yo I'ma run up, put that gun on him (That gun on him) I'ma run up, go dumb on him (Dumb on him) Niggas got me on that young shit (That young shit) Got me on that go-dumb shit (Dumb shit) Got me on that go-dumb shit, man Trap mode in this motherfucker Hotter than a bitch Ayo, pour up! I need some more drank

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September

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Earth, Wind & Fire

{"Earth / Wind & Fire"}

Do you remember The 21st night of September? Love was changin' the minds of pretenders While chasin' the clouds away Our hearts were ringin' In the key that our souls were singin' As we danced in the night, remember How the stars stole the night away, oh, yeah Hey, hey, hey Ba-dee-ya, say, do you remember? Ba-dee-ya, dancin' in September Ba-dee-ya, never was a cloudy day Ba-du-da, ba-du-da, ba-du-da, ba-du Ba-du-da, ba-du, ba-du-da, ba-du Ba-du-da, ba-du, ba-du-da My thoughts are with you Holdin' hands with your heart to see you Only blue talk and love, remember How we knew love was here to stay Now December Found the love that we shared in September Only blue talk and love, remember The true love we share today Hey, hey, hey Ba-dee-ya, say, do you remember? Ba-dee-ya, dancin' in September Ba-dee-ya, never was a cloudy day There was a- Ba-dee-ya (Dee-ya, dee-ya), say, do you remember? Ba-dee-ya (Dee-ya, dee-ya), dancin' in September Ba-dee-ya (Dee-ya, dee-ya), golden dreams were shiny days The bell was ringin', oh, oh Our souls were singin' Do you remember never a cloudy day? Yow There was a Ba-dee-ya (Dee-ya, dee-ya), say, do you remember? Ba-dee-ya (Dee-ya, dee-ya), dancin' in September Ba-dee-ya (Dee-ya, dee-ya), never was a cloudy day And we'll say Ba-dee-ya (Dee-ya, dee-ya), say, do you remember? Ba-dee-ya (Dee-ya, dee-ya), dancin' in September Ba-dee-ya (Dee ya, dee-ya), golden dreams were shiny days Ba-dee-ya, dee-ya, dee-ya Ba-dee-ya, dee-ya, dee-ya Ba-dee-ya, dee-ya, dee-ya, dee-ya! Ba-dee-ya, dee-ya, dee-ya Ba-dee-ya, dee-ya, dee-ya Ba-dee-ya, dee-ya, dee-ya, dee-ya!

Battle Rap Freestyle

rap

Insanity

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Battle Rap (Freestyle) Verse] I hear you talkin' shit, bro you think you're the heat Please bow down to defeat you're barely mince meat Stop with the street talk, and start to do the street, walk Lock yourself in and tell me this, how you gonna battle with this sick shit that I spit bitch See you still flappin' your jaws, prepare to be thrown in the ocean In the middle with jaws Or prefer to be served and severed with claws, knock on the doors Of absolute death you may But please be ready for the automatic failures you may make So take this and wait for another dismembering, remembering The tethering of your dream and how it was minced to pieces Believe in yourself please, to save you now you'll be needin' Help from Jesus You think I'm copy, pastin' please, tell me how you're actin' up Better be quite or I'ma bout to bitch smack your mouth shut For good, yeah man talk the hood talk better go back and walk the hood walk you ain't had the taste of a real G Get back down to your level and prepare to be beat Writin' on your sheet, like you're deep please bitch your weak You ain't on my level or a level at all, take a vacation Up the damn wall and fall Humpty Dumpty, I must be rusty but you better knock the shit Down if you goin' against me I'm hard to beat, you're hardly cheese compared to these beats And this emcee You ready, alright, so come on down, I bet you to do it Let's see if you got the balls or if you're just truant To me, yeah let's keep an eye, on your ass as the heat intensifies Talk to me in a smart tone, prepare to meet your demise Throw you, a hundred million miles is what I'm finna do Call me Son Goku I already told you, what I'm gonna do, finna plow through Yeah man try to tackle a topic more intense then mine I always rap from the heart, make the fake rappers sigh But I really really don't give at all a flying fuck My chance of making this shit is the same as seein' a flyin' truck Or it could all depend on some serious luck Maybe I'll release a track that is heard my millions Make it big and to the top and make billions But that's a dream for another day, I'm here to take you down Don't care what you say Freestylin' this rap shit to the grave Rap battlin' bitches in my spare time for loose change Please, all of you fake ass rappers are plan Make like like a plane and take the next trip away Far away, from here I don't need to here your shit anymore I'm tired of it now, next place to be, will be a fuckin' morgue But let me just let you all know this, I'm sick of it, all of it So listen next time I write another track Listen to the facts I spit, and find it through my old wack rap crap I know I've said some shit, that know I demise But just look at my own and, your own life But this time, through my eyes I got a couple little bitches that need a little call out But I'll reside, got more and more, don't get me wrong Now get the fuck back home and call your mom Continue to rap please, just leave me alone I'm done hearing wack disses like this I'm sick of this, listening to this petty as shit Bitch

Recognize

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PARTYNEXTDOOR

{Drake}

Gotta get real again, gotta get real again, oh Know, you got niggas and I got bitches You got niggas and I got bitches You got niggas and I got bitches You got niggas I want you, I want you To turn up on me every night when I see you Better recognize when I see you I really want you, you, you Hit the club for you, you, you Lightskin got you new, new, do Even look like Lauren Lo too I be tripping, but this money ain't Hit the strip, check my money length Sorry if my whip covered in dank Cause I've been rollin' with this skunk all day All these bitches know that you're my nigga I ain't trippin' off of any of your niggas Cause I don't care about your nigga, four niggas Five niggas, six niggas, I ain't give a shit about shit, nigga Girl I see you Know, you got niggas and I got bitches You got niggas and I got bitches You got niggas and I got bitches You got niggas I want you, I want you To turn up on me every night when I see you Better recognize when I see you I really want you, you, you Hit the club for you, you, you Lightskin got you new, new, do Even look like Lauren Lo too I be tripping, but this money ain't Hit the strip, check my money length Sorry if my whip covered in dank Cause I've been rollin' with this skunk all day All these bitches know that you're my nigga I ain't trippin' off of any of your niggas Cause I don't care about your nigga, four niggas Five niggas, six niggas, I ain't give a shit about shit, nigga Girl I see you Only special request fi the gyal dem From north, south, east and west For the body ah look good you know y'haffi God bless, bruk wild, bruk a man spine God bless, bruk wild, bruk a man spine (Gotta get real again) Girl you must be doin' magic Girl you must be doin' magic Turn fuckin' you to a habit I could name a lot of things any other man Won't do for you, I do for you When I hit you at your condo real late Check the scene and see if you straight Then cut like kids cake I got that feelin' for you, that feelin' that you crave Each time I do it for you, I make that bad pussy behave Now pop it, bottles, the top is so open The budget, I'm Party so fuck it The concierge told me My new baby looking like LeToya Luckett Let my money get older and older And older and older like Regis And she will not fuck with no broke niggas No, nigga, only the richest Know, you got niggas and I got bitches You got niggas and I got bitches You got niggas and I got bitches (Got bitches) You got niggas I want you, I want you To turn up on me every night when I see you Better recognize when I see you I really want you, you, you Hit the club for you, you, you Lightskin got you new, new, do Even look like Lauren Lo too I be tripping, but this money ain't Hit the strip, check my money length Sorry if my whip covered in dank 'Cause I've been rollin' with this skunk all day All these bitches know that you're my nigga I ain't trippin' off of any of your niggas 'Cause I don't care about your nigga, four niggas Five niggas, six niggas, I ain't give a shit about shit, nigga Girl, I see you Yeah, shout the girls from the East Who know what's good with me, yeah (Girl, let's) Shout the ones from the West Know what's good with PND, oh-oh (Girl, let's) Stories of you and your girls is all I hear (Girl, let's) Who do you fuck in the city when I'm not there? I owe you time Let's plan somethin' out when I come back from Europe Swear I'm withholdin' my urges 'Til you get this one-on-one shit like your name Katie Couric I gotta get you those snow tires for your Mercedes I'm glad you reminded me, baby All of these things slip my mind; it's been crazy Bite on your shoulder, I know that's your favorite Touching yourself to that video we made a month ago You a freak and your cover's blown How you talked me into sendin' that to you, I'll never know Fuck it, girl; I'm 'bout whatever though Yeah, I guess a nigga just believe in you and that's proof for you Could name a lot of things any other man won't do for you I'll do it for you, that's real I want you To turn up on me every night when I see you Better recognize when I see you I really want you, you, you Hit the club for you, you, you Lightskin got you new, new, do Even look like Lauren Lo too I be tripping, but this money ain't Hit the strip, check my money length Sorry if my whip covered in dank 'Cause I've been rollin' with this skunk all day All these bitches know that you're my nigga I ain't trippin' off of any of your niggas 'Cause I don't care about your nigga, four niggas Five niggas, six niggas, I ain't give a shit about shit, nigga Girl, I see you

All Day

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Kanye West

{"Paul McCartney","Theophilus London","Allan Kingdom"}

All day, nigga Dance, ayy, ayy ayy ayy All day, nigga How long you niggas ball? All day, nigga How much time you spent at the mall? All day, nigga How many runners do you got on call? All day, nigga Swish, swish, how long they keep you in court? All day, nigga Take you to get this fly? All day, nigga Tell your P.O. how-how long you been high? All day, nigga You already know I'm straight from the Chi, all day, nigga South, south, south side! All day, nigga This Ye, nigga Shoppin' for the winter and it's just May, nigga Ball so hard, man, this shit cray, nigga And you ain't gettin' money 'less you got eight figures For that Jesus piece, man, I've been saved, nigga Just talked to Farrakhan, that's sensei, nigga Told him I've been on ten since the 10th grade, nigga Got a middle finger longer than Dikembe, my nigga, uh I don't let 'em play with me I don't let 'em talk to me no kind of way Uh, they better watch what they say to me Niggas still gettin' popped on the day to day Yeah, I still got the hundred with the small face, nigga Might spend 50 racks on my off day, nigga You a fake Denzel like the Allstate nigga If you run into me, better have Allstate with yah You a Rico Suave nigga Ride 'round listen to Sade, nigga If you ain't with us, you in our way, nigga You an actor, you should be on Broadway, nigga 'Cause you do shit the broad way, nigga Your bitch got a ass, but my broad way thicker Late for the class, in the hallway, nigga Yeah, the dropout at it as always nigga, as always All day, nigga I took a young sweet breath, and I reached into my Earth Gave him what I had left At that moment, I dispersed At that moment, I dispersed All day, nigga How-h-how long you ball? All day, nigga How much time you spent at the mall? All day, nigga How long it take you to get this fly, fly? All day, nigga Tell your P.O. how-how long you been high, high? All day, nigga Pour some Hen out for my niggas that died, all day, nigga And I keep a bad bitch on the passenger side, all day, nigga You already know I'm straight from the Chi, all day, nigga South, south, south side! All day, nigga I could do this all day, boy, I'm finna turn this bitch out Any day Ye in the streets, boy, there's been a mothafuckin' drought Don't really matter what I make, boy, you know I still go wild Like a light-skinned slave, boy, we in the mothafuckin' house! Right now, you lookin' real sus right now I swear I've been on this flight like a month right now Stupid niggas gettin' money, Forrest Gump right now Shout-out to Jackie Chan, I need to stunt right now They've been lookin' at the Gram, I've been lookin' at the Grammys Like, huh, that's us right now (Right now) 24/7, 365 days, everybody gettin' paid (Go crazy) Niggas lookin' at me like I'm worth both MJs People saying, "Ye, Ye, take it easy" 20 Gs for the Yeezys off of eBay Niggas do the most and they ain't done shit Only way I can sum it up, sumbitch (Hands up, hands up, hands up) Hands up, hands up, hands up So won't you dance? ayy, ayy ayy ayy (All day, nigga) I took a young sweet breath, and I reached into my Earth Gave him what I had left At that moment I dispersed At that moment I dispersed Get low, alright Get low, alright What up? Alright, alright Stay low, alright Stay low, alright Stay low, alright South, south, south side! All day, nigga Whistling Well, well, well, let me run (let me run) Let me run to see who came undone You've been right in my face Let me run 'til you're off my case Whooooa, whooooa Whooooa, whooooa Whooooa, whooooa Whooooa, whooooa [Produced by Velous, Kanye West, Diddy and Charlie Heat; Co-produced by Mike Dean, French Montana and Noah Goldstein; Additional production by Plain Pat, Travi$ Scott, Allen Ritter & Mario Winans]

King of the Fall

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The Weeknd

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I'm Addy'd up, add it up, I just ate a plate for breakfast Put it in a cup, then I mix it up with Texas Chest feeling heavy like a midget on my necklace Bitches that we came with got all of your bitches jealous (oh!) 'Bout to leave the crib with a couple of my pirates Driving by the streets we used to walk through like a triumph Mix it in a potion like a science That liquid G diet got a nigga so quiet 'Cause the shit so strong, got me feeling like I'm dyin' Shit so raw, nothing else can get me higher Only time you see me's when I'm balling with my niggas 'Cause my life too private, my ride too private (oh!) My flight too private, my shows so riot My jaw so tired, I go all night in my city 'til the fall Then it's time for me to fly her I got a girl at home even though she ain't mine yet And she gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it She gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it She gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it She gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it Baby girl, you know what I like Baby, you know just what I like Baby, you know what I like, like, like, like, like Don't be mad, let her get hers Don't be mad, let her get hers She made her own luck, she don't give a fuck She's tryna have fun, take a break from the love Man, your girl so bad, let me get her Your girl so bad, let me get her I make my own luck, I make that pussy talk On call till the fall, he can like it or not, nigga, back the fuck up If you ain't with me, motherfucker, you against me If you ain't complimentin' nigga, you offendin' I've been out here last year wasting hella time XO is the only time invested Them Fall shows every year like a birthday And I'ma do it every year in my birthplace And I ain't been this gone since Thursday I never said that I'd be sober in the first place And she gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it She gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it She gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it She gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it Baby girl, you know what I like Baby, you know just what I like Baby, you know what I like, like, like, like, like Baby girl, you know what I like Baby, you know just what I like, mm I just passed that "nigga fell off" stage Just sold out the O2 at my own pace I can say that I'm attached to nobody I've been getting paper while these niggas tryna stop me Shout my nigga Doc, that's a mentor Had some bad business, nothing personal But now that word out that we back On some young Quincy Jones, dark skin Michael Jackson And these the motherfuckers that they packaged Their new shit all be soundin' like my past shit Bring your girl to my show, give her floor seats Then she go downtown like she owe me XO, XO, XO Mix it up, pour it up, take it down slow This my sound, nigga, fuck your sound Did it from the ground, ask around, bitch When I touch down, I'ma shake shit up Fuck your new man, I'ma break it up He can come back when I go on the road But that pussy mine for the next three months 'Cause the kid back, kid back, kid back Cop ten whips for my niggas when we land Queen Street nigga making money overseas Had a few more debts, I'ma pay it all in cash Shout out XO, shout out to the boy Broke bread on tour, man, it's all love now Shout my nigga Stix, doing good in these streets Bet he popping more bottles than us right now Reason why they stressing, city never sunny When the kid come through with more niggas than Apollo But ain't shit funny, can't nobody stop me All my hoes are trained, I make all of them swallow All of them swallow, all of them swallow All of them swallow, I make all of them swallow All of them swallow, all of them swallow All of them swallow, I make all of them swallow All of them swallow, all of them swallow All of them swallow, I make all of them swallow All of, all of, all of them swallow All of them swallow, I make all of them swallow

Club Going Up on a Tuesday

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iLoveMakonnen

{​iLoveMakonnen}

Got the club going up on a Tuesday Got yo girl in the cut and she choosy Got the club going up on a Tuesday Got yo girl in the cut and she choosy Got the club going up on a Tuesday Got yo girl in the cut and she choosy Got the club going up on a Tuesday Got yo girl in the cut and she choosy Working Monday night, on the corner flipping hard Made at least three thousand, on the Boulevard I've been working graveyard, shifts every other weekend Ain't got no fucking time to party on the weekend I've been flipping in the house, making juugs on the highway I've been riding out of state, making money like my way I don't think that I should dance, I'm just gon have another drink I'm doing my stance, you know my molly pink I've got the loudest of the loud, you know my gas stink My P.O. think I'm in the house, don't give a damn about what she think Got the club going up on a Tuesday Got yo girl in the cut and she choosy Got the club going up on a Tuesday Got yo girl in the cut and she choosy Got the club going up on a Tuesday Got yo girl in the cut and she choosy Got the club going up on a Tuesday Got yo girl in the cut and she choosy It ain't no way no how I made it on my own, I made my own style I don't think that I should stay, you know I gotta go You moving too fast, don't want to take it slow Got the club going up on a Tuesday Got yo girl in the cut and she choosy Got the club going up on a Tuesday Got yo girl in the cut and she choosy Got the club going up on a Tuesday Got yo girl in the cut and she choosy Got the club going up on a Tuesday Got yo girl in the cut and she choosy

Anaconda

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Nicki Minaj

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My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun Boy toy named Troy used to live in Detroit Bi-big dope dealer money, he was gettin' some coins Was in shootouts with the law, but he live in a palace Bo-bought me Alexander McQueen, he was keeping me stylish Now that's real, real, real Gun in my purse, bitch, I came dressed to kill Who wanna go first? I had them pushing daffodils I'm high as hell, I only took a half a pill I'm on some dumb shit By the way, what he say? He can tell I ain't missing no meals Come through and fuck him in my automobile Let him eat it with his grills and he tellin' me to chill And he telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal Say he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab So I pulled up in the Jag, and I hit him with the jab like Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun Oh my gosh, look at her butt Oh my gosh, look at her butt Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh my gosh, look at her butt Look at her butt, look at, look at, look at, look at her butt Thi-this dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles Di-dick bigger than a tower, I ain't talking about Eiffel's Real country-ass nigga, let me play with his rifle Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he calling me NyQuil Now that bang, bang, bang I let him hit it 'cause he slang cocaine He toss my salad like his name Romaine And when we done, I make him buy me Balmain I'm on some dumb shit By the way, what he say? He can tell I ain't missing no meals Come through and fuck him in my automobile Let him eat it with his grills, and he telling me to chill And he telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal He say he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab So I pulled up in the Jag, Mayweather with the jab like Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun... My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun Oh my gosh, look at her butt Oh my gosh, look at her butt (I-ohhaha) Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh my gosh, look at her butt Look at her butt, look at, look at, look at, look at her butt Little in the middle but she got much back Little in the middle but she got much back Little in the middle but she got much back Oh my God, look at her butt My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun D-D-D-Don't, my anaconda don't... D-D-Don't want none unless you got buns, hun Oh my gosh, look at her butt (Little in the middle but she got much back) Oh my gosh, look at her butt (Little in the middle but she got much back) Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh my gosh, look at her butt (Little in the middle but she got much back) Look at her butt, look at, look at, look at, look at her butt Yeah, he love this fat ass, hahahahahahahaha! Yeah, this one is for my bitches with a fat ass in the fucking club I said, where my fat ass big bitches in the club? Fuck those skinny bitches, fuck those skinny bitches in the club I wanna see all the big fat-ass bitches in the muthafuckin' club Fuck you if you skinny, bitches, what? C'Yeah Hahahaha, rrrrrrr C'Yeah, I got a big fat ass, c'yeah, come on!

Bang Bang

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Jessie J, Ariana Grande & Nicki Minaj

{"Jessie J / Ariana Grande & Nicki Minaj"}

She got a body like an hourglass But I can give it to you all the time She got a booty like a Cadillac But I can send you into overdrive, oh You've been waiting for that Step on up, swing your bat See, anybody could be bad to you You need a good girl to blow your mind, yeah Bang, bang into the room (I know you want it) Bang, bang all over you (I'll let you have it) Wait a minute, let me take you there (Oh) Wait a minute 'til you (Oh, hey!) Bang, bang, there goes your heart (I know you want it) Back, back seat of my car (I'll let you have it) Wait a minute, let me take you there (Oh) Wait a minute 'til you (Oh, hey!) She might'a let you hold her hand in school But I'ma show you how to graduate (Mm-hmm) No, I don't need to hear you talk the talk Just come and show me what your momma gave ya, baby I heard you've got a very big (Shhh) Mouth but don't say a thing See, anybody could be good to you You need a bad girl to blow your mind Bang, bang into the room (I know you want it) Bang, bang all over you (I'll let you have it) Wait a minute, let me take you there (Oh) Wait a minute 'til you (Oh, hey!) Bang, bang, there goes your heart (There goes your heart now, I know you want it) Back, back seat of my car (Seat of my car, I'll let you have it) Wait a minute, let me take you there (Oh) Wait a minute 'til you (Oh, hey!) You know what, girls? Let me show you how to do it It's Myx Moscato, it's frizz in a bottle, it's Nicki Full Throttle, it's oh, oh Swimming in The Grotto, we winning in the lotto, we dipping in the Powder Blue four-door Kitten so good, it's dripping on wood, get a ride in the engine that could go Batman, robbin' it, bang, bang, cockin' it, Queen Nicki dominant, prominent It's me, Jessie, and Ari, if they test me, they sorry Ride his uh like a Harley then pull off in his Ferrari If he hangin', we bangin', phone rangin', he slangin' It ain't karaoke night, but get the mic, 'cause I'm singin' Uh, B to the A to the N to the G to the (Baby, baby, baby, bae, ba-baby) Uh, B to the A to the N to the G to the, hey See, anybody could be good to you You need a bad girl to blow your mind, your mind (Okay) Hey Bang, bang into the room (Oh, I know you want it) Bang, bang all over you (I'll let you have it, b-bang, bang, bang, bang, baby) Wait a minute, let me take you there (Oh) Wait a minute 'til you (Oh, yeah!) (Kyuh, uh-huh) Bang, bang, there goes your heart (There goes your heart, I know you want it) Back, back seat of my car (I'll let you have it) Wait a minute, let me take you there (Let me take you there) Wait a minute 'til you (Oh, hey!) Bang, bang into the room (I know you want it) Bang, bang all over you (I'll let you have it), yo, I said Bang, bang, bang, ba-bang, bang Bang, bang, bang, bang, ba-bang, bang Bang, bang, there goes your heart (I know you want it) Back, back seat of my car (I'll let you have it) Wait a minute, let me take you there (Oh) Wait a minute 'til you (Oh, hey!)

Flawless Remix

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Beyonc

{"Nicki Minaj",Beyoncé}

Dum-da-de-da Do, do, do, do, do, do (Coming down, dripping candy on the ground) It's that Yoncé, your Yoncé In that lingerie, on that chardonnay Scoring touchdowns on your runway I'm Texas forever, like Bun B And I'm Ramboing these hoes I'm really rit' like Donjae I'm camo-ing these hoes These thots can't clock me nowadays You wish I was your pound cake Boy, you know I look good as fuck Wish I was your baby momma Want me to come around and give you good karma But no, we escalating, up in this bitch, like elevators Of course sometimes shit go down When it's a billion dollars on an elevator Of course sometimes shit go down When it's a billion dollars on an elevator Ha-ha! God damn, God damn, God damn!!! Momma taught me good home training My Daddy taught me how to love my haters My sister told me I should speak my mind My man made me feel so God damn fine (I'm flawless!) You wake up, flawless, post up, flawless Ridin' round in it, flawless, flossin' on that, flawless This diamond, flawless, my diamond, flawless This rock, flawless, my Roc, flawless I woke up like this, I woke up like this We flawless, ladies tell 'em I woke up like this, I woke up like this We flawless, ladies tell 'em Say "I look so good tonight" God damn, God damn Say "I look so good tonight" God damn, God damn, God damn I wake up looking this good (God damn, God damn, God damn) And I wouldn't change it if I could (If I if I, if I, if I) And you can say what you want, I'm the shit (What you want I'm the shit, I'm the shit) I'm the shit, I'm the shit, I'm the shit I want everyone to feel like this tonight God damn, God damn, God damn! (Onika...) Looking Trinidadian, Japanese and Indian Got Malaysian, got that yaki, that wavy Brazilian, uh Them bitches thirsty, I'm Hungarian Nicki, B, be eating diamond fangs, barbarian, rahhh Yo, like MJ doctor, they killing me Propofol, I know they hope I fall But tell 'em winning is my motherfuckin' protocol 'Cause I score before I ever throw the ball These bitches washed up and ain't no fuckin' soap involved, uh This every hood nigga dream, fantasizin' 'bout Nicki and B Curvalicious, pussy served delicious Mayday, mayday, Earth to bitches Slap these hoes on they ass, like we birthing bitches Uh, The Queen of Rap, slayin' with Queen B If you ain't on the team, you playin' for team D 'Cause we A-listers, we paid sisters This watch right here, done phased blizzards I confess, I woke up like this All this drank in my cup like this All this ass on that flawless dick Instagram, another flawless pic Flawless city, with these flawless titties I got all these hundreds, you got all them fifties I'm with some flawless bitches, 'cause they more than pretty 'Cause niggas love bad bitches that be on they grizzly Throw that ass back, I be on my frisbee Princess-cut diamonds, on my Disney He want "Monster Nicki", in Sri Lanka I told him, "Meet me at the Trump, Ivanka" I said "Come here, let me show you, how this cookie taste" This that, "Yeah nigga, eat the cookie" face (Right, right, right)

Navy Seal Copypasta

misc

Copypasta

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What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.

Tuesday

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iLoveMakonnen

{Drake,​iLoveMakonnen}

Sonny Digital Metro Boomin want some more, nigga Got the club goin' up on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey Club goin' up on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey Club goin' up on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey Club goin' up on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey Squad goin' up Nobody flippin' packs now I just did three in a row Them shows is back-to-back to back now Put the world on our sound You know PARTY and The Weeknd Ain't got no motherfuckin' time To party on the weekend Tell Gelo bring the juice We about to get lit Fill the room up with some tings One night off and this is it Always workin' OT Overtime and out of town Shit is crazy back home It kills me that I'm not around I think we gettin' too deep Shit I'm talkin' might be too true Upstairs I got Xans in an Advil bottle I don't take them shits but you do So I got 'em for you I don't need the pills I'm just gon' have another drink And when I'm puttin' work in on a weekend I'll look back on this and think How we had the club going up Goin' up on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey Club goin' up on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey Club goin' up on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey Club goin' up on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey Workin' Monday night On the corner flippin' hard Made at least three thousand On the boulevard I've been workin' graveyard Shifts every other weekend Ain't got no fuckin' time To party on the weekend I've been flippin' in the house Makin' juggs on the highway I've been ridin' out of state Makin' money like my way I don't think that I should dance I'm just gon' have another drink I'm doin' my stance You know my molly pink I got the loudest of the loud You know my gas stink My P.O. think I'm in the house Don't give a damn 'bout what she think Got the club goin' up on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey Club goin' up on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey Club goin' up on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey Club goin' up on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey It ain't no way, no how I made it on my own I made my own style I don't think that I should stay You know I gotta go Been moving too fast Don't wanna take it slow Got the club goin' up on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey Club goin' up on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey Club goin' up on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey Club goin' up on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey Club goin' up on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey Club goin' up on a Tuesday Got your girl in the cut and she choosey Got the club goin' up

Trap Queen

rap

Fetty Wap

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RGF productions Remy Boyz, yah-ah 1738, ayy I'm like "Hey, what's up? Hello" (Ayy) Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll Married to the money, introduced her to my stove Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low She my trap queen, let her hit the bando We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos At 56 a gram, 5 a hundred grams though Man, I swear I love her, how she work the damn pole Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go Everybody hatin', we just call them fans, though In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go And I get high with my baby (My baby) I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah And I can ride with my baby (My baby) I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah And I can ride with my baby (My baby) I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah And I can ride with my baby I be in the kitchen cookin' pies I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello" I hit the strip with my trap queen, 'cause all we know is bands I just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb' I just might snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring She ain't wantin' for nothin' because I got her everything It's big ZooWap from the bando Remind me where I can't go Remy Boyz got the stamp though Count up hella them bands though Boy how far can your bands go? Fetty Wap, I'm livin' 50 thousand K how I stand though If you checkin' for my pockets I'm like... And I get high with my baby (My baby) I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah And I can ride with my baby (My baby) I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah And I can ride with my baby (My baby) I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah And I can ride with my baby (My baby) I be in the kitchen cookin' pies I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello" Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll Married to the money, introduced her to my stove Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low She my trap queen, let her hit the bando We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos At 56 a gram, 5 a hundred grams though Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go Everybody hatin', we just call them fans though In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go I be smokin' dope and you know Backwoods what I roll Remy Boyz, Fetty eatin' shit up, that's fasho I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho 'Cause Remy Boyz or nothin' Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin', yeah Yeah, you hear my boy Soundin' like a zillion bucks on the track I got whatever on my boy, whatever Put your money where your mouth is Money on the wood make the game go good Money out of sight cause fights Put up or shut up, huh? Nitt Da Gritt, RGF Productions Squad

Drugs You Should Try It

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Travis Scott

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(Hooo) yawa thgin eht esahc Ot ydaer 'nitteg er'uoy wonk I Ecnad annaw uoy wonk I ,evom annaw uoy wonk I Doom eht ni enola emoh er'uoy nehw I try it if it feels right This feels nice I've been down and lost for days Glad I found you on the way When the day gets better, the night gets brighter I always feel this way Through the hills I hear you callin', miles and miles away (Hooo) yawa thgin eht esahc Ot ydaer 'nitteg er'uoy wonk I Ecnad annaw uoy wonk I ,evom annaw uoy wonk I Doom eht ni enola emoh er'uoy nehw We up all night, from dawn to dusk it's always poppin' I fell in love, fell outta love, we both had options I played the drums, she rolled the drugs I rocked the club, we both throw up We was the band you never heard before You got that tat' above your crack And on your cat, you be right back Your momma never know We were rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' stones When I'm all alone I wish you had a clone I take that puff, you take that puff You know we never care to overdose I try it if it feels right (Oh) This feels nice I've been down and lost for days Glad I found you on the way When the day gets better, the night gets brighter I always feel this way Through the hills I hear you callin', miles and miles away (Hooo) yawa thgin eht esahc Ot ydaer 'nitteg er'uoy wonk I Ecnad annaw uoy wonk I ,evom annaw uoy wonk I Doom eht ni enola emoh er'uoy nehw Shit, I try it if it feels nice Shit, this kinda feels nice M-miles and miles away Miles and miles away When you're home alone in the mood I know you wanna move, I know you wanna dance I know you gettin' ready to Take the night away When you're home alone in the mood I know you wanna move, I know you wanna dance I know you're gettin' ready to Chase the night away (Oooh) Oh, you love me, darling

6 God

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Drake

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Rrrr ting (Brrt, brrt) I'll admit it, I'll admit it (Ga, grrra-ga-ga-ga-ga) Watch your motherfuckin' tone, boy (Watch that) Get hurt, boy (Get hurt) Aww, here go another muhfucker that don't understand The concept of puttin' money first, boy (First) I'm 'bout to hit you with the work, boy (Work) I'm 'bout to hit you with the work, boy (Work) I hate comin' through stuntin' on niggas that I know Ahh, that's the worst, boy (Worst) I'll admit it, I'll admit it (I'll admit it) You haven't been the man for like a minute I told you that I'm in it for the long haul You can really get the business (Get it) I'll admit it, I'll admit it (I'll admit it) Rolling swishers, hittin' swishes Got me feelin' like a ball hog I don't pass 'em when I get it (Naw) I'll admit it, I'll admit it (Why?) You too worried 'bout the bitches (What you worried 'bout?) I got one girl, and she my girl, and nobody else can hit it (Try a ting) She'll admit it, she'll admit it (Try a ting) She ain't fuckin' with you niggas And just like every single other thing in my life You can have her when I'm finished (Why?) I hear the talk on road is I'm the shit, boy Phone call back home, shit is hot up in the 6, boy (Hot up in the 6) Shit hot up in the 6 right now Shit hot up in the 6, boy (Hot up in the 6) Shit is hot up in the 6 right now (Ga, ga, ga) Come see us and get it fixed, boy (Hey) Black Benz on the road, boy (On the road) Already had a Rolls Royce (On the road) Sold a couple Bentley last week Them were my old toys (Man, this shit is old) I give a fuck about old boy (Man, that boy old) I give a fuck about his squad, boy (Man, that thing old) I give a fuck about your mob, boy (Oh) I'm the real 6 God, boy (Whoa) I'm about to say a true thing (Yeah) I'm about to say a true thing (Yeah) You was poppin' back when Usher wore a U-chain Goddamn, you changed I put it on 'erything, it's a Rrr Ting It's a OVO come through murk things I know you heard things Bitch, I know you heard things Yeah, I know you heard things, I know you I'm not new to this Coming from the motherfucking 6 side I'm not new to this Niggas wouldn't make it on this side I'm not new to this, I'm not new, I'm not new Yeah, I know you heard things Nobody really likes us except for us Yeah, all I ever needed was the squad so that's what's up Yeah, my sound got the whole city in your way right now Yeah, so I don't give a fuck about what anybody sayin' right now

Guts Over Fear

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Eminem

{Sia}

Feels like a close, it's coming to Fuck am I gonna do? It's too late to start over This is the only thing I, thing I know Sometimes I feel like all I ever do is Find different ways to word the same old song Ever since I came along From the day the song called "Hi! My Name Is" dropped Started thinking my name was Fault 'Cause any time things went wrong I was the one who they would blame it on The media made me the equivalent Of a modern-day Genghis Khan Tried to argue it was only entertainment, dog Gangster? Nah, courageous balls Had to change my style, they said I'm way too soft And I sound like AZ and Nas, out came the claws And the fangs been out since then But up until the instant that I went against it It was ingrained in me That I wouldn't amount to a shit stain, I thought No wonder I had to unlearn everything my brain was taught "Do I really belong in this game?", I pondered I just wanna play my part Should I make waves or not? So back and forth in my brain the tug of war wages on And I don't wanna seem ungrateful Or disrespect the art form I was raised upon But sometimes you gotta take a loss And have people rub it in your face Before you get made pissed off And keep plugging, it's your only outlet And your only outfit, so you know they gonna talk about it Better find a way to counter it quick and make it... ah Feel like I've already said this a kabillion 80 times How many times can I say the same thing Different ways that rhyme? What I really wanna say is, if there's anyone else that can relate to my story, bet you feel the same way I felt When I was in the same place you are, when I was afraid to- I was a, afraid to make a single sound Afraid I would never find a way out, out, out Afraid I'd never be found (My dreams) I didn't wanna go another round (Yeah) An angry man's power will shut you up (Agh!) Trip wires fill this house with tip-toed love Run out of excuses for everyone So here I am and I will not run (Yeah) Guts over fear (The time is near) Guts over fear (Might shed a tear) For all the times I let you push me round I let you keep me down (Now I got) Guts over fear, guts over fear Feels like a close, it's coming to Fuck am I gonna do? It's too late to start over This is the only thing I, thing I know I know what it was like, I was there once Single parents, hate your appearance As you struggle to find your place in this world And the pain spawns all the anger on But it wasn't 'til I put the pain in song Learned who to aim it on that I made a spark Started to spit harder shit Learned how to harness it while the reins were off And there was a lot of bizarre shit, but the crazy part Was soon as I stopped saying I gave a fuck Haters started to appreciate my art And it just breaks my heart to look at all the pain I caused But what am I gonna do when the rage is gone And the lights go out in that trailer park? Oh And the window is closing and there's nowhere else that I can go with flows and I'm frozen 'Cause there's no more emotion for me to pull from Just a bunch of playful songs that I make for fun So, to the break of dawn, here I go recycling the same old song But I'd rather make "Not Afraid 2" Than make another motherfucking "We Made You," ah Now, I don't wanna seem indulgent When I discuss my lows and my highs My demise and my uprise, pray to God I just open enough eyes later on And gave you the supplies and the tools To hopefully use that'll make you strong Enough to lift yourself up, when you feel like I felt 'Cause I can't explain to y'all how dang exhausted my legs felt Just having to balance my dang self When on eggshells, I was made to walk But thank you, Ma, 'cause that gave me the Strength to cause Shady-mania, so when they empty that stadium Least I made it out of that house And found a place in this world when the day was done So this is for every kid who all's they ever did Was dreamt of one day just getting accepted I represent him or her, anyone similar You are the reason that I made this song And everything you're scared to say Don't be afraid to say no more From this day forward, just let them a-holes talk Take it with a grain of salt-and eat their fucking faces off! The legend of the angry blonde Lives on through you when I'm gone, and to think I was a- I was a, afraid to make a single sound Afraid I would never find a way out, out, out Afraid I'd never be found (My dreams) I didn't wanna go another round (Yeah) An angry man's power will shut you up (Agh!) Trip wires fill this house with tip-toed love Run out of excuses for everyone So here I am and I will not run (Yeah) Guts over fear (The time is near) Guts over fear (Might shed a tear) For all the times I let you push me round I let you keep me down (Now I got) Guts over fear, guts over fear

Try Me

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DeJ Loaf

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Let a nigga try me, try me I'm a get his whole motherfuckin' family And I ain't playin with nobody Fuck around and I'ma catch a body Let a nigga try me, try me I'm a get his whole motherfuckin' family And I ain't playin with nobody Fuck around and I'ma catch a body Bitch I got the mac or the 40 Turn a bitch to some macaroni Tell me how you want it I'm on it I really mean it I'm just not recordin' Give lil bro the choppa for all you oppas Leave a bitch nigga head in pasta You are an impostor, ain't got no money Put the burner to his tummy, and make it bubbly I really hate niggas I'm a Nazi Love wearin' all black, you should see my closet Rock that all white, when I'm feelin' Godly Hop out like Coke, I ain't gotta park it Fuck is y'all saying, bitch my hood love me 48214 real niggas know me I been out my mind since they killed my cousin Free my cousin Devin, man he just called me All these niggas love me, can't get 'em off me Fuck around gave him my number, he won't stop callin' IBGM be the clique, bitch, you see us scorin' V.I.P in the plural, while yo section borin' Got a bitch that set it off like Jada Pinkett, Queen Latifah You rollin' around wit yo nieces, bitch you T.T Mind full of money, got a heart full of demons Mobbin' like Italians, we really take yo fingas Turn yo face into a pizza, no acne Have you singin' like Alicia, fuck wit my family They be like you little, but got damn she spazzin' Do the whole crew, my bitches freak nasty Let a nigga try me, try me I'm a get his whole motherfuckin' family And I ain't playin with nobody Fuck around and I'ma catch a body Let a nigga try me, try me I'm a get his whole motherfuckin' family And I ain't playin with nobody Fuck around and I'ma catch a body Bitch I got the Tommy no Hilfiger Lil Dej ain't bout it, bitch how you figure I don't do no drugs, I be off liquor So lifted, flyer than yo girl, baby gone and take my picture See I gotta get this money, my palms itchin' Niggas gossip like hoes, most of 'em bitches I don't wanna do no songs, I don't wanna kick it And I ain't signin' to no label, bitch I'm independent Let a nigga try me, try me I'm a get his whole motherfuckin' family And I ain't playin with nobody Fuck around and I'ma catch a body

No Type

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Rae Sremmurd

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Yeah EarDrummers Bad bitches is the... Mike WiLL Made-It Yeah I don't got no type (Nah) Bad bitches is the only thing that I like (Woo) You ain't got no life (Nah) Cups with the ice and we do this every night (Hey) I ain't check the price (I got it) I make my own money, so I spend it how I like (Woo) I'm just livin' life (Hey, hey) And let my mama tell it, nigga, I ain't livin' right (No) Chop the top off the Porsche, that's a headless horse (Hey, hey) Extendo long as an extension cord (Damn, cord) Bitch, I ball like Jordan (Jordan), and I play full court (I play full court) And if you not my type then you know I got to keep this shit short (Gotta keep this shit short with you, ayy) What you know about a check? What you got up in your pocket? What you spendin' when you shoppin', dawg? (Hey) Why you wanna go flex? like you all in the mix Like you got some shit poppin' off (Hey) I got some models that you see up in the movies (Hey, hey) And they wanna make a flick for the camera (Yeah) Wanna be Kim Kardashian (Hey) Heard I was livin' like a bachelor (Woo) I don't got no type (Nah) Bad bitches is the only thing that I like (Woo) You ain't got no life (Nah) Cups with the ice and we do this every night (Hey) I ain't check the price (I got it) I make my own money, so I spend it how I like (Woo) I'm just livin' life (Hey, hey) And let my mama tell it, nigga, I ain't livin' right (No) Spend it how I like (Yeah) Sinnin' every night (Yeah) Push start the whip (Hey) Brought it straight to life (Come to life) Blowin' on the kush (Blowin') 'Til I'm out of sight (I'm gone) I don't check the price (Bitch) All I do is swipe (Woo) She said, "What's your type?" (Yeah) I said, "I like what I like" (Yeah) I don't second guess (Nah) I just roll the dice (Keep it movin') Keep your two cents (Hey) Take your own advice (Hey) I've been livin' life (Yeah) Like I lived twice I don't got no type (Nah) Bad bitches is the only thing that I like (Woo) You ain't got no life (Nah) Cups with the ice and we do this every night (Hey) I ain't check the price (I got it) I make my own money, so I spend it how I like (Woo) I'm just livin' life (Hey, hey) And let my mama tell it, nigga, I ain't livin' right (No) I don't got no type, I don't got no type And let my mama tell it, nigga, I ain't livin' right

I Don’t Fuck with You

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Big Sean

{E-40}

Uh-huh Fuck (Mustard on the beat, ho) I don't fuck wit' you You lil' stupid ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' wit'chu You lil', you lil' dumb ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' wit'chu I got a million trillion things I'd rather fuckin' do Than to be fuckin' with you (You,) lil' stupid ass I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, I don't, I don't I don't give a fuck, bitch, I don't give a Fuck about you, or anything that you do I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, I don't, I don't Don't give a fuck about you, or anything that you do I don't give a fuck, uh I heard you got a new man, I see you takin' a pic (Woah) Then you post it up, thinkin' that it's makin' me sick Brr brr, I see you callin', I be makin' it quick I'ma answer that shit like, "I don't fuck wit'- Chu, bitch, I got no feelings to go I swear I had it up to here, I got no ceilings to go I mean, for real, fuck how you feel Fuck your two cents if it ain't goin' towards the bill, yeah And every day I wake up celebratin' shit, why? 'Cause I just dodged a bullet from a crazy bitch, I Stuck to my guns (Woah,) that's what made me rich That's what put me on, that's what got me here, that's what made me this (This) And everything that I do is my first name (B-I-G) These hoes chase bread, aw damn, she got a bird brain Ain't nothin' but trill in me, aw man, silly me I just bought a crib, three stories; that bitch a trilogy And you know I'm rollin' weed that's fuckin' up the ozone I got a bitch that text me she ain't got no clothes on (Swerve) And then another one text (Swerve, swerve,) then your ass next And I'ma text your ass back, like- I don't fuck wit' you You lil' stupid ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' wit'chu You lil', you lil' dumb ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' wit'chu I got a million trillion things I'd rather fuckin' do Than to be fuckin' with you, lil' stupid ass I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, I don't, I don't I don't give a fuck, bitch, I don't give a (E-40) Fuck about you, or anything that you do I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, I don't, I don't Don't give a fuck about you, or anything that you do (Hawoo) I don't give a fuck, uh Got a million things on my mind, executive deals online, limited amount of time Chasin' these dollar signs and you ain't on your grind You liable to find me up in the MGM casino in the D Fuckin' off fetti I could've put on property From the Bay to the Murder Mitten, my niggas put murder missions She choosin', that's her decision, free my niggas in prison On the phone with a bitch who can't do shit For a pimp but make a nigga hella rich (Hella rich) Got a blunt in my dental, blowin' hemp in a rental On my way to Sacramento, late night; Arsenio (Arsenio) I'm never sentimental, go hard or go homeless Barely Harley, I'm chromeless (Uh,) you might end up domeless (Uh) I bet you she into me, her cheddar, she givin' me I'll make a bitch stand outside forever, like the Statue of Liberty (Mmm) Rest in pimp, Pimp C, underground king of the South I raise my styrofoam up, and pour some drink in my mouth (Pour up) Why you always comin' around with bad news? (Bad news) Say you want me to win, but hope I lose (Hope I lose) Askin' if I rock with other niggas in the crew (Crew,) but them niggas cool (Cool) It's just that- I don't fuck wit' you (Lil' biatch) You lil' stupid ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' wit'chu (Uh-uh) You lil', you lil' dumb ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' wit'chu I got a million trillion things I'd rather fuckin' do Than to be fuckin' with you, lil' stupid ass I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, I don't, I don't I don't give a fuck, bitch, I don't give a Fuck about you, or anything that you do Don't give a fuck about you, or anything that you do (You) I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, I don't, I don't I don't give a fuck, bitch, I don't give a Fuck about you, or anything that you do Don't give a fuck about you, or anything that you do I got a new chick that I gotta thank God for (God) I got a new whip that I gotta thank the lot for (Swerve, swerve, swerve) Yeah, I got a lot, but want a lot more Yeah, we in the buildin', but I'm tryna take it to the top floor (Floor) I swear I hear some new bullshit every day I'm wakin' up (Uh) It seem like nowadays everybody breakin' up (Uh) That shit can break ya down, if you lose a good girl I guess you need a bad bitch to come around and make it up (Yup) I guess drama makes for the best content Everything got a bad side, even a conscience Now you're drinkin' 'til you're unconscious (Woah,) feel me When you get a fine bitch, just don't forget to read the fine print Life got me meditatin' like I'm in the Himalayas Keep it G with the L lit on me like the elevator Yeah, I know that karma too real, so I hope you doin' cool But still- Stupid ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' wit'chu No, no, no, no Little stupid ass, I ain't fuckin' wit' (Woah) I ain't fuckin', I ain't, I ain't fuckin' wit'chu (Woah) I ain't fuckin' wit'chu, ha Straight up, yeah, yeah Woah

Under Pressure

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Logic

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Dog 'round-from a-from a-dog 'round-once a Dog 'round-from a-from a-dog 'round-once a Dog 'round-from a-from a-dog 'round-once a Dog 'round-from a-from a-dog 'round- Work so fucking much, my greatest fear is I'ma die alone Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone (I'm lovin' it!) People calling me, askin' me for money, man (Uh) The only thing I'ma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone (Yeah) Flashbacks of a youngin' sippin' that purple Kool-Aid Skippin' school with my homies and chiefing reefer for two days Running from the law, livin' how I'm livin', fuck 'em all Bumping Triple Six Hennessy in my cup, drivin' through the sticks Who the bitch ridin' with me? Man, the devil tryna get me Motivated, under-educated, and hated But finally gettin' cake like a happy belated Bitch I made it, we on Buy it, break it, roll it, light it, smoke it, inhale it Write it, record it, mix it, master it, press it up, unveil it Feel like I've been waitin' forever, forever to inherit This is war, I declare it Time is money, I can't spare it Futuristic, so simplistic Please decipher my linguistics Slow it down, Robitussin I'm the king, ain't no discussion And now we blowin' up like spontaneous human combustion My consumption is the illest Section eight, I know you feel this On the come up, where they run up on you for nothin' at all Brighter than eleven suns, this the first, where my funds? EBT, that's the card I thank God, I thank God, but it's hard Uh, but it's hard Uh, work so fuckin' much, my greatest fear is I'ma die alone Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone People callin' me, askin' me for money, man The only thing I'ma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone God damn, god damn, we at it again Me and my homies that know me blowing up like the Taliban Yeah, my stress up, but I'm blessed up Fuck around and get messed up When I murder the rhyme, I'm livin' divine You know that I'm one of a kind Lemme get it right now, ho Draped up and I'm dripped out (And I'm dripped out) Right now, ho Caked up 'til I cash out and I got 'em all wonderin', "How so?" On the down low, haters drown slow On the down low, haters drown slow Oh God, my God, we got it all right Oh God, my God, we gotta get it, right? These fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right? I said these fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right? Uh, tell me that they love me Know damn well that they don't give a fuck I be on that finger-flippin' killin' shit up in the cut That's what's up All these bitches out here tryna gas it up This is everything I ever wanted, I can't pass it up Life changed in a year, couldn't happen fast enough "Can I do it like you do it?" That's what they be askin' us White Benz, black card, bitch better get your plastic up Man, this shit is hella hard, but we never actin' up Live it up, hold on to your dream, don't ever give it up Finally had my share of success, and shit, I can't get enough Now they know my name through the nation 'Cause my single like that good shit, man, always in rotation Now they know Logic for Logic, not through my affiliations Stackin' profit on profit, from this music I'm makin' Even Jesus had haters, so when you feelin' forsaken Tell 'em jealous Judases who this is, and man, that'll break 'em And bitch, I'm still the same Dash of autotune so y'all can feel the pain Broke as fuck, back in that basement, not a dollar to my name Chasin' fame, chasin' glory, 'til the day we make a story Positive that life ain't mine, bitch you can take that shit to Maury Work so fuckin' much, my greatest fear is I'ma die alone Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone People callin' me, askin' me for money, man The only thing I'ma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone (Hello, no one is available to take your call) I been workin' hard, I been searchin' for God I been workin' hard, I been searchin' for God (Please leave a message after the tone) Little brother, this is yo' sister, you're busy, I get you But I insist you call me back 'cause I miss you I wish you well, well, I wish you would call 'Cause lately it feel like I'm just not yo' sister at all-all Uh, I'm sorry for callin' and bawlin', I'm all in And I feel like I'm fallin' lately, it feel like my children hate me You tell me I'm beautiful and yet no man wanna date me Haunted by vivid memories of that man who raped me And lately I, I feel more and more like mommy, I know I'm me, but still You always seemed to pick up the phone and somehow I feel Better, but you been answerin' me lesser and lesser So I resorted to the pills in my dresser, I'm gone And as for... oh no, he left and he ain't comin' back I hate him and if I see him I swear I tell him that No longer cookin' crack in my kitchen, cuttin' an' sellin' that He broke my heart, that relationship been to hell and back I been workin' hard, I been searchin' for God I can feel the Devil around me as they all applaud Promise you won't forget me, that you'll always be wit' me And even when you gone I can call whenever he hit me Under pressure, I've been feeling under pressure Hey, son, this is your father, don't mean to bother How are you? Heard you were in town, but I never saw ya Tried to call ya, where are ya? In Paris? What a beautiful destination To perish right by the Eiffel, come now Please don't be spiteful of all my small talk I think we're overdue a long talk When I see kids around the way, I say how I'm your dad It gets me thinkin' 'bout incredible moments we've had And on the real, I'm tryin' so hard not to bug you But do you think you could stop rappin' about my drug use? I'm two years clean, no longer a fiend Yeah, I'm 57, but I feel 19 And I love you I swear, Bobby, I know you're there And when the time is right I know that you gon' take care Of anything I need, of yo' family Can I have some tickets to your next show? Would you stand wit' me? Can I have some money for my new honey that's hella fine? I forgot to mention I got divorced from yo' step-mom My mind goin' crazy, but I still look hella calm Maybe you could tell *beep* I've been feelin' under pressure Hey, what's up, bro? This Ralph, I didn't want much, man, just calling to see what's going on. I know you're busy. Uh, Dad hit me up, it's his birthday today, but I know you know that. Uh, yeah, he calling, he be tryna introduce me to his new chick and stuff, man, I don't know how to handle that. I don't wanna tell him like nah, I ain't trying to meet her off top, you know? So what you think I should do? Text me, I know you're busy, dawg. But he been callin' me saying he wanna come down, he wanna bring his new chick and Brenda's like "Damn, he really tryna rock out with his new chick" 'cause you know we all fuck with Debbie. But I don't know, I don't know how to tell him this shit so just hit me back whenever you got the time, man, I know there's more shit on your plate. You ain't-you ain't gotta hit me, dawg, but if you do I'd appreciate it. When you back, love you, do your thing. Swag RattPack all day, boy. Alright, nigga, hit me Uh, yeah, dear family, I'm so sorry that I've been distant Everything changed in an instant, my time has been inconsistent I know that you been insistin', I know that birthday I missed it I swore I told my assistant, but I guess my mind is in another place Thoughts off in another world, I started seein' another girl It fell through, man, what a world But I'm so focused on my craft, on employin' my staff Such a perfectionist, I can't even finish this draft This letter to the ones I love, the ones that I miss Brothers and sisters that hit me up just to reminisce Meanwhile, people outside of my blood askin' for favors I don't owe you a fuckin' thing, you best switch yo' behavior Truly remarkable how I barely know you, but somehow owe you When you don't even know 'bout the shit I go through, uh We ain't spoken in a while, tell me sister, how yo' child? Come now, girl, give me a smile, come on, girl, don't do me foul Sorry I ain't call before, but I'm callin' you right now I heard that you was poppin' E, stop resortin' to the vowel How my mama, how she doin'? Does she know what I'm pursuin'? I ain't talk to her in years, that relationship she ruined But sometimes I wake up and wonder just what the fuck I'm doin' They say family is everything, I swear that shit the truth I should spend it all with y'all, but I spend it in the booth This is everything I love, this is everything I need Never sacrifice this feelin' even though my heart it bleed This is everything I love, everything I need Never sacrifice this feelin' even though my heart bleed Under pressure, I've been feelin' under pressure Hey, son, I'm sorry I missed your call today, but I was in an AA meeting. Um, a friend of mine was celebrating four years so I couldn't get you right then. And then when I did call you, you weren't able to answer or whatever. Just wonderin' how things are going. Deb and I aren't together anymore, um... Livin' on my own, you know, um... Anyway, the whole family, even the family that you don't know, my sisters and your aunts that you've never met are very proud of you. Your cousins just love you too. Anyway, son, I love you, I just want you to know that. And just keep grindin', you know? And um, I don't wanna hear you joinin' the Illuminati 'cause then I gotta kill ya. Hm-hm, I love you, son, bye

Planez

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Jeremih

{"J. Cole"}

This one goes out to all sides worldwide Let that playa-ass nigga Thumpy be your guide As we go on a ride Where playa-hatin' killers and hood niggas thrive And lame muh'fuckers can barely survive Catch me rollin' through the city Ridin' with the top off Man, my whip so big, when you in it Fuck around and get lost Told my bitch to let her hair down What this shit cost? Tell me, baby, if you 'bout that life right now Hope it ain't talk, no I could put you in the Mile High Club What's up? Let's take a trip Have you ever read "The World Is Yours" On a blimp? Tell her be free, baby, spread your wings Got your legs in the sky like a plane Let me guide that, I'm the pilot Can't nobody see you, 30,000 feet On your knees in them Pradas Makin' freaky shit come up out her Get high, baby, roll one Cloud nine 'bout to go up Lovin' the feelin' the turbulence get when we turn up When we land, we can roll out Show you somethin' you ain't know 'bout Tonight, we be takin' off flight with a camera to show out I got you in the air, your body in the air How it feel up here? You can scream as loud as you want, loud as you can And ain't nobody gonna hear Would you like it better If I hit the West Coast? Tell me baby if you 'bout that life right now I hope it ain't talk I could put you in the Mile High Club What's up? Let's take a trip Have you ever read "The World Is Yours" On a blimp? Tell her be free, baby, spread your wings Got your legs in the sky like a plane Let me guide that, I'm the pilot Can't nobody see you, 30,000 feet On your knees in them Pradas Makin' freaky shit come up out her Get high baby, roll one Cloud nine 'bout to go up Lovin' the feelin' the turbulence get when we turn up When we land we can roll out Show you somethin' you ain't know 'bout (Cole World) Tonight, we be takin' off flight with a camera to show out I got it, I got it, I got it, listen You need a nigga that's gon' come over and dig you out You need a nigga that you know is not gon' run his mouth You need a nigga when he done probably gon' put you out You need a nigga that's gon' put it in your mouth Dick so big, it's like a foot is in yo mouth And you ain't babysittin' but my kids all on your couch And oh, you nasty, oh, oh, you nasty Both graduated, so fuck keepin' it classy Look, they love me in the Chi like MJ They love me in the Chi like Oprah No nigga could block, not even Dikembe Compared to Cole, boy, you're softer than a sofa And so far, my new shit's so fire, nigga, check my profile Who you know make waves in the low tide? Deebo'd yo bitch, now she both ours Nigga, little brown liquor in my liver Pretty brown thing in my bed Been a long time since I had to ask for head So goddamn, don't make me beg But I will if I need to, 'cause for real, girl, I need you I could put you on a flight, we could take off tonight If you scared of heights, shit, I got a pill I could feed you Cole! I could put you in the Mile High Club What's up? Let's take a trip Have you ever read "The World Is Yours" On a blimp?

Gang Related

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Logic

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Yeah, uh, yeah Livin' life like this Gotta paint a picture when I write like this Tales from my hood, not a sight like this Where they up to no good on a night like this And they murder motherfuckers just 'cause Type of shit I see, you probably wonder where I was I was in the crib, just sittin' on the rug Basedheads comin' through lookin' for the plug Now, born and raised in my area Beautiful by day, by night it's hysteria Fuck around and bury ya tonight Ridin' with my homies on sight Momma tell me to come in at night Now I really gotta go, but they never know Livin' life to the fullest, I gotta blow Po-po finna bust in the door, we got blow in the crib In the kitchen over there next to the baby with the bib Goddamn, what it feel like, middle of the night Wakin' up, scared for my life Never had the heat, just a knife When the gat go blat like that Guarantee you it's a wrap Finna put you on your back like that Just breathe, while their mama grieve Bullet to the dome like an Aleve Gotta leave for the premises, to murder my nemesis No, no, uh, uh, just stop, stop, stop 'Fore they even call the cops Do it for the money and the bitches And the drugs and the props Tell me why another body even gotta drop Get shot off top for some shit that was gang related Up first at five tonight, breaking news in Gaithersburg, where a massive manhunt is underway after a deadly shooting. It's all unfolding in the 400 block of West Deer Park and 355. Our Montgomery County reporter joins us, with the latest tonight Livin' life like this Hope little Bobby never fight like this Stab a motherfucker with a knife like this All about the money on a night like this Run up in the crib, put a bullet in your rib Got a lot to give, but I never had the chance Never had the chance, yeah Stay strapped, but I hate it when I take it out If you want it I'ma lay it out Hope my little brother make it out Every night what I pray about what I pray about Check it, uh yeah, got a son on the way But I cling to the streets even though I wanna run away I imagine a better life Where I never had a debt in life Hit you with the *gunshots* in the dead of night Sellin' crack to my own pops Pushin' this weight on my own block If I sell a brick I can buy a house If they find the key they might lock me up But I take the chance 'cause I need that shit and don't give a fuck Take the chance, 'cause I need that shit and don't give a fuck - Get down or lay down Hit ya with the Beretta, you better stay down Stray shots on the playground Livin' how I'm livin' with the life that I'm given Anybody that's ridin' with me, I'm ridin' with 'em Show me the enemy, and I'ma hit 'em The second I bit 'em, I get 'em And hit 'em with the venom Ain't no need to pretend I'ma never do it I knew it, already been through it I do it for the street, for the fam, for the life Anybody that's gang related

​i Album Version

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Kendrick Lamar

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Is this mic on? (Hey, move this way, this way) Hey, Hey! Hey! Turn the mic up, c'mon, c'mon Is the mic on or not? I want the mic We're bringing up nobody, nobody Nobody but the number one rapper in the world He done traveled all over the world He came back just to give you some game All of the little boys and girls, come up here (Ah, one two, one two, what's happening, fool?) Come right here, this is for you, come on up I done been through a whole lot (Kendrick Lamar!) Trial, tribulation, but I know God The Devil wanna put me in a bow tie (Make some noise, brother!) Pray that the holy water don't go dry As I look around me So many motherfuckers wanna down me But enemigo never drown me In front of a dirty double-mirror they found me And (I love myself) Huh, when you lookin' at me, tell me what do you see? (I love myself) Ahh, I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the police (I love myself) Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy, don't seem shy (I love myself) One day at a time, huh They wanna say it's a war outside, bomb in the street Gun in the hood, mob of police Rock on the corner with a line for the fiend And a bottle full of lean and a model on the scheme, uh These days of frustration keep y'all on tuck and rotation (Come to the front, yeah) I duck these cold faces, post up fi-fie-fo-fum basis Dreams of reality's peace (Oh, yeah) Blow steam in the face of the beast Sky could fall down, wind could cry now Look at me motherfucker I smile- And (I love myself) Uh, and when you lookin' at me, tell me what do you see? (I love myself) Ahh, I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the police (I love myself) Illuminated- All ya'll come to the front, ya'll come up to the front (I love myself) Baby what about you? Come on (Crazy, what you gon' do?) Lift up your head and keep moving, (Keep moving) turn the mic up (Haunt you) Peace to fashion police, I wear my heart On my sleeve, let the runway start You know the miserable do love company What do you want from me and my scars? Everybody lack confidence, everybody lack confidence How many times my potential was anonymous? How many times the city making me promises? So I promise this, nigga (I love myself) Uh, and when you lookin' at me, tell me what do you see? (I love myself) Ahh, I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the police (I love myself) Huh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy don't seem shy (I love myself) Huh (Walk my bare feet) Huh (Walk my bare feet) Huh (Down, down valley deep) Huh (Down, down valley deep) (I love myself) Huh (Fi-fie-fo-fum) Huh (Fi-fie-fo-fum) (I love myself) Huh (My heart undone) one, two, three I went to war last night With an automatic weapon, don't nobody call a medic I'ma do it 'til I get it right (Oh no) I went to war last night (Night, night, night, night) I've been dealing with depression ever since an adolescent Duckin' every other blessin', I can never see the message I could never take the lead, I could never bob and weave From a negative and letting them annihilate me And it's evident I'm moving at a meteor speed Finna run into a building, lay my body- (Offstage Argument) Not on my, not while I'm up here Not on my time, kill the music, not on my time We could save that shit for the streets We could save that shit, this for the kids, bro 2015, niggas tired of playin' victim, dog Niggas ain't trying to play vic- TuTu, how many niggas we done lost? How many- Yan-Yan, how many we done lost? No for real, answer the que-, how many niggas we done lost bro? This-, this year alone Exactly, so we- we ain't got time to waste time, my nigga Niggas gotta make time, bro The judge make time, you know that, the judge make time, right? The judge make time so it ain't shit It shouldn't be shit for us to come out here and appreciate the little bit of life we got left, dog On the dead homies, Charlie P, you know that, bro You know that It's- it's mando, right, it's mando And I s- I- And I- And I say this because I love you niggas, man I love all my niggas, bro Exac- enough said, enough said And we gon' get back to the show and move on, because that shit petty, my nigga Mic check, mic check, mic check, mic check, mic check We gon' do some acapella shit before we get back to- All my niggas listen, listen to this: I promised Dave I'd never use the phrase "fuck nigga" He said, "Think about what you saying: "Fuck niggas" No better than Samuel on the Django No better than a white man with slave boats" Sound like I needed some soul searching My Pops gave me some game in real person Retraced my steps on what they never taught me Did my homework fast before government caught me So I'ma dedicate this one verse to Oprah On how the infamous, sensitive N-word control us So many artists gave her an explanation to hold us Well, this is my explanation straight from Ethiopia N-E-G-U-S definition: royalty; king royalty - wait listen N-E-G-U-S description: black emperor, king, ruler, now let me finish The history books overlook the word and hide it America tried to make it to a house divided The homies don't recognize we been using it wrong So I'ma break it down and put my game in a song N-E-G-U-S, say it with me, or say it no more Black stars can come and get me Take it from Oprah Winfrey, tell her she right on time Kendrick Lamar, by far, realest Negus alive

Город под подошвой City Under the Sole

rap

Oxxxymiron

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Эй Scady Йо Дон ли, Волга ли тeчёт - котомку на плeчо Боль в груди - там тайничок, открытый фомкой, нe ключом Сколько миль eщё? Пeрeлёт короткий был нe в счёт Долгий пыльный чёс, фургон набит коробками с мeрчом Вeрим, подфартит, наши постeли портативны Мeнeстрeлю два пути: корпоратив или квартирник Схeмы однотипны, всe тeпeрь MC Вeдь, смeну породив, мы здeсь достигли смeны парадигмы Тeпeрь рэп - многопартийный; бэттлов наплодив Я смотрю в зeркало по типу: «Сколько бeд наворотил ты!» Я б вeсь рэп поработил, но всё врeмя в пути У индустрии нeрвный тик, валокордин - стeнокардийным Собeритe суд, но побeдитeлeй нe судят Мы пeрвыe кроманьонцы - мы выбились в люди Нe пизди! Я кладу на вас, чeлядь, пятикратно Вeдь мы выступаeм сильно, будто чeлюсть питeкантропа Вeсь мой рэп, eсли коротко, про то, что Уж который год который город под подошвой В гору, когда прёт; потом под гору, когда тошно Я нe то, чтоб Гулливeр, но всё жe город под подошвой Город под подошвой, город под подошвой Свeтофоры, госпошлины, сборы и таможни Я нe знаю, вброд или на дно эта дорожка Ты живёшь под каблуком, у мeня город под подошвой Мимо тополeй и спeлого хлeба полeй Гдe привидeниe Есeнина, крeст, молeбeн, eлeй Из минивэна вижу зeмлю, вижу нeбо над нeй Мы всё прeодолeeм - eсли нeт, то я нe водолeй Наша зeмля топит одиночeк как щeнят Был чужой, но Охра, Porchy, Илья - большe, чeм сeмья Бомбу ночью сочинял, что eсть мочи начинял Я так хотeл принадлeжать чeму-то большeму, чeм я Мир пустой, хоть с каждым вторым пeрeзнакомься Я нe биоробот с позитивной лыбой комсомольца, эй Избавь мeня от ваших панацeй, домашний Парацeльс Вeдь для мeня eбашить - самоцeль Подустал? Нам насрать! Тони Старк как стандарт Пара стран, автострад: Краснодар, Татарстан, Москвабад Паспорта, гам эстрад - нарасхват Хоть по МКАД'у на старт, хоть на Мадагаскар (Ты знаeшь!) Вeсь мой рэп, eсли коротко, про то, что Уж который год который город под подошвой В гору, когда прёт; потом под гору, когда тошно Я нe то чтоб Гулливeр, но всё жe город под подошвой Город под подошвой, город под подошвой Свeтофоры, госпошлины, сборы и таможни Я нe знаю, вброд или на дно эта дорожка Ты живёшь под каблуком, у мeня город под подошвой Дай силёнок тут нe свeрнуть и нe сломаться Есть маршрут и eсть на трассe насeлённый пункт И там нас сeгодня ждут; нытик, нe будь жeнствeнным У Руслана в дeкe саундтрeки к путeшeствию Снова eбло заспано, снова подъём засвeтло Снова броник, снова дорога, мeшок за спину Всё наскоро, в полe насрано, дождь, пасмурно Мост в Асгард - послe, пусть просто вeзёт с транспортом Я дeлаю каждый свой куплeт автопортрeтом Час на чeк, читаeм рэп, как логопeд под марафeтом Трафарeт на парапeтах: лого на стeнe вeздe Моё учeньe - всeм, как Магомeта с Бафомeтом Я - звeзда? Дайтe тёплый плeд и капюшон Салфeтки жопу вытирать - и всё, отмeтка «хорошо» Раньшe говорили: «Я бы с ним в развeдку нe пошёл» Я с тобой в тур нe поeхал - ты провeрку нe прошёл (Homie, знай!) Мой рэп, eсли коротко, про то, что Уж который год который город под подошвой В гору, когда прёт; потом под гору, когда тошно Я нe то, чтоб Гулливeр, но всё жe город под подошвой Город под подошвой, город под подошвой Свeтофоры, госпошлины, сборы и таможни Я нe знаю, вброд или на дно эта дорожка Ты живёшь под каблуком, у мeня город под подошвой My whole life, whole-whole, whole life Whole-whole, whole life on the road My whole life, whole-whole, whole life Whole-whole, whole life on the road My whole life, whole-whole, whole life Whole-whole, whole life on the road My whole life, whole-whole, whole life Whole-whole, whole life on the road

Faneto

rap

Chief Keef

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Ayy, gang, gang, nigga Gang, gang, nigga, nigga (Sosa on the beat) Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch, nigga Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch, nigga Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Gang in this bitch, nigga) Gang, bang, nigga (Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch, nigga) Bang, nigga (Bang, nigga) Gang, nigga, ayy, ayy (Gang nigga, ayy, nigga) Ayy, ayy (Bang, nigga) I'm a gorilla in a fuckin' coupe, finna pull up to the zoo, nigga Who, nigga? Who the fuck is you? I don't know, nigga No, nigga, pull up on your block, we gon' blow, nigga Go, nigga, run, nigga, run for the po', nigga (Police, nigga) Gas what I smoke, nigga (Nigga, smoke) Feds at my door, jump out the window, nigga (The window) No, you can't get no money, silly ho (Silly ho) I just hit a stain, faneto (Faneto) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, faneto Talkin' out his neck, pistol to his throat (To his throat, bang) Blow this motherfucker, he gon' choke (Rawr, bang) On the ground, on the floor Someone pick him up, take him to the morgue (To the fuckin' thang) I'm ridin' through New York (Skrrt-skrrt, bang, bang) Finna go and shoot New Jersey up (Bang, bang, bang, bang) Tryna take my chain, I ain't goin' (I ain't goin', nigga) We gon' come and blow New Jersey up (Bang, bang, bang) You want something? Hurry up (Bang, nigga) Buy, try to rob, bitch, we 30'd up (30d up, bang, bang) Just left Wokcano, bitch, I'm Curried up (Curried up, gang, gang) Cheese in my pockets, Velveeta (Velveeta) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy I'm a gorilla in a fuckin' coupe, finna pull up to the zoo, nigga Who, nigga? Who the fuck is you? I don't know, nigga No, nigga, pull up on your block, we gon' blow, nigga Go, nigga, run, nigga, run for the po', nigga (Police, nigga) Gas what I smoke, nigga (Nigga, smoke) Feds at my door, jump out the window, nigga (The window) No, you can't get no money, silly ho (Silly ho) I just hit a stain, faneto (Faneto) Fine-, ayy, fine-, ayy I just hit a stain, fanagoe (Finesse) I just hit a stain, faneto (Finesse) I just got twenty for a fuckin' four (Twenty bands, nigga) I spent that shit on a fuckin' coat (On my motherfuckin' coat) Ripped my ear, now I got one earlobe (Bling, bling) But I'ma still put some diamonds on it (Gang, gang, bling, bling) Baby girl, these diamonds are not phony (They not phony, huh?) This car I got, it came from Barcelona (Barcelona, huh?) These shoes I got, came from fuckin' Paris (Fifteen hun'?) This bitch mad 'cause I don't do marriage (I don't want no marriage) Let a nigga slide, no we don't do scary (Skrrt-skrrt, dah) We tote pistols, no we don't do worry (Bang-bang, bang, bang, bang, bang) I'm a gorilla in a fuckin' coupe, finna pull up to the zoo, nigga Who, nigga? Who the fuck is you? I don't know, nigga No, nigga, pull up on your block, we gon' blow, nigga Go, nigga, run, nigga, run for the po', nigga (Police, nigga) Gas what I smoke, nigga (Nigga, smoke) Feds at my door, jump out the window, nigga (The window) No, you can't get no money, silly ho (Silly ho) I just hit a stain, faneto (Faneto) Ayy, Finesse

Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye 2 LPFJ2

rap

A$AP Rocky

{"A\\$AP Rocky"}

Uh (Uh) Yeah (Lord Pretty Flacko, nigga) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Whoo (Whoo) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah Who the jiggy nigga with the gold links? Got me reminiscin' 'bout my old day Three 6, suck a nigga dick, no foreplay, all day Boomin' out the trap through the hallway Tell me, what you niggas know about it? Auntie sayin' turn it down, or she finna call the cops We be plottin' on the opps, she the one who got the drop Just a free quick fix of the A, and it's okay They gon' take me back to my old ways I was tryna chill, poppin' seals ever since I got a deal Kick it with my model chick, sip Cris', fuck niggas wanna diss Now I gotta let 'em know who's really trill Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye Dirty fuck niggas, how you been? You been crossin' our minds Niggas talk down every now and then On the side, who gave 'em style nine times out of ten? It was Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye I ain't never lookin' for no handouts Broke ass niggas never helpin' with they hands out Find out where the fuck nigga live then we camp out Screamin' fuck the world, never catch me with my pants down Always been a stand-up guy, I'd rather stand out Raf Simons, Stan Smith edition with my bands out I'm the trillest one to do it since Pimp, nigga hands down If a nigga put his hands on me, that's a man down Trick, what? Pimps up, hoes down, whoa now Slow down, see they runnin' with my old style Grow foul, gold smile, you ho now, thuggin' with my old style It's a shame how they low down Dirty like Adidas on my sneaker feature, uh Trappin' through the speaker, peep the beeper ringer, uh Turnin' off phones, just to reach 'em, gotta beep 'em I'm a Lord motherfucker, better greet him if you see him Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye Dirty fuck niggas, how you been? You been crossin' our minds Niggas talk down every now and then On the side, who gave 'em style nine times out of ten? It was Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye

CoCo

rap

O.T. Genasis

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(Juice808) I'm in love with the coco (Coco) I'm in love with the coco (Coco) I got it for the low, low I'm in love with the coco (Coco) I'm in love with the coco (Cocaína) I'm in love with the coco (Coco) I got it for the low, low (Turn up!) I'm in love with the coco Hit my plug, that's my cholo (Mi amigo) Cause he got it for the low, low If you snitchin' I go loco (Go crazy) Hit you with that treinta ocho (Pah, pah) Niggas thinkin' that I'm solo Fifty deep, they like, "Oh, no" (No, no, no, please, no) Heard the feds takin' photos I know nothin', fuck the po-po Bakin' soda, I got bakin' soda Bakin' soda, I got bakin' soda Whip it through the glass, nigga (Woo, woo, woo, woo) I'm blowin' money fast, nigga (Woo, woo, woo, woo) I'm in love with the coco (Coco) I'm in love with the coco (Coco) I got it for the low, low I'm in love with the coco (Coco) I'm in love with the coco (Cocaína) I'm in love with the coco (Coco) I got it for the low, low (Turn up!) I'm in love with the coco 36, that's a kilo (Aquí) Need a brick, miss my free throw (They white) I'm in love, just like Ne-Yo Bustin' shots, now he Neo (Matrix) Free my homies, fuck the C.O. (Puto) Fuck the judge, fuck my P.O. (Puto) All this coke, like I'm Nino Water whip, like I'm Nemo Bakin' soda, I got bakin' soda Bakin' soda, I got bakin' soda Whip it through the glass, nigga (Woo, woo, woo, woo) I'm blowin' money fast, nigga (Woo, woo, woo, woo) I'm in love with the coco (Coco) I'm in love with the coco (Coco) I got it for the low, low I'm in love with the coco (Coco) I'm in love with the coco (Cocaína) I'm in love with the coco (Coco) I got it for the low, low (Turn up!) I'm in love with the coco

Blank Space

pop

Taylor Swift

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Nice to meet you, where you been? I could show you incredible things Magic, madness, heaven, sin Saw you there, and I thought "Oh my God, look at that face You look like my next mistake Love's a game, wanna play?" Ayy New money, suit and tie I can read you like a magazine Ain't it funny? Rumors fly And I know you heard about me So hey, let's be friends I'm dyin' to see how this one ends Grab your passport and my hand I can make the bad guys good for a weekend So it's gonna be forever Or it's gonna go down in flames You can tell me when it's over, mm If the high was worth the pain Got a long list of ex-lovers They'll tell you I'm insane 'Cause you know I love the players And you love the game 'Cause we're young and we're reckless We'll take this way too far It'll leave you breathless, hmm Or with a nasty scar Got a long list of ex-lovers They'll tell you I'm insane But I've got a blank space, baby And I'll write your name Cherry lips, crystal skies I could show you incredible things Stolen kisses, pretty lies You're the King, baby, I'm your Queen Find out what you want Be that girl for a month Wait, the worst is yet to come Oh, no Screaming, crying, perfect storms I can make all the tables turn Rose garden filled with thorns Keep you second guessin' like "Oh my God, who is she?" I get drunk on jealousy But you'll come back each time you leave 'Cause, darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream So it's gonna be forever Or it's gonna go down in flames You can tell me when it's over, mm If the high was worth the pain Got a long list of ex-lovers They'll tell you I'm insane 'Cause you know I love the players And you love the game 'Cause we're young and we're reckless We'll take this way too far It'll leave you breathless, hmm Or with a nasty scar Got a long list of ex-lovers They'll tell you I'm insane But I've got a blank space, baby And I'll write your name Boys only want love if it's torture Don't say I didn't, say I didn't warn ya Boys only want love if it's torture Don't say I didn't, say I didn't warn ya So it's gonna be forever Or it's gonna go down in flames You can tell me when it's over, mm If the high was worth the pain Got a long list of ex-lovers They'll tell you I'm insane 'Cause you know I love the players And you love the game 'Cause we're young and we're reckless We'll take this way too far It'll leave you breathless, hmm Or with a nasty scar Got a long list of ex-lovers They'll tell you I'm insane But I've got a blank space, baby And I'll write your name

Style

pop

Taylor Swift

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Midnight You come and pick me up, no headlights A long drive Could end in burning flames or paradise Fade into view, oh It's been a while since I have even heard from you (Heard from you) And I should just tell you to leave, 'cause I Know exactly where it leads, but I Watch us go 'round and 'round each time You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye And I got that red lip classic thing that you like And when we go crashing down, we come back every time 'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style You got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt And when we go crashing down, we come back every time 'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style So it goes He can't keep his wild eyes on the road (Mmm) Takes me home The lights are off, he's taking off his coat (Mmm, yeah) I say, "I heard, oh That you've been out and about with some other girl" Some other girl He says, "What you heard is true, but I Can't stop thinking 'bout you and I" I said, "I've been there too a few times" 'Cause you got that James Dean daydream look in your eye And I got that red lip classic thing that you like And when we go crashing down, we come back every time 'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style You got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt (A tight little skirt) And when we go crashing down, we come back every time 'Cause we never go out of style (We never go, we never go) We never go out of style Take me home Just take me home Yeah, just take me home Oh-oh, whoa-oh, oh (Out of style) Oh, you got that James Dean daydream look in your eye And I got that red lip classic thing that you like And when we go crashing down (And when we go) We come back every time 'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

Nikki

rap

Logic

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I can feel you in my lungs, feel you in my veins Bloodstream only way to make it to my brain I tried some others but man they just not as good as you Going crazy 'cause I only feel this good with you Maybe I'm just not as strong as I once was When we're together lately I don't even feel a buzz I'm addicted to this shit like it was hard drugs (Drugs) Nikki baby, I love you but now I gotta go 'Cause in the end what happens you already know Probably wonder where I been at, I been laying low But in my mind I'm wondering what I'm paying for (Paying for) All these other bitches on my dick but I can't fuck with that You're the only girl I need I gotta have you back Even though you turn my lungs black (My lungs black) Tell me where you been Jack (Been Jack) Uh, I know this shorty that go by the name of Mary I used to fuck her way back when I didn't know a thing Skipping school with all my homies on some truancy But when I ended things with her it was just you and me Doing me good, that's what I thought at first Me and you together, swear to God that's all that worked Away from you though man it's just so hard to work (Hard to work) Uh, my heart is hard at work We been together like ten years Goddamn, took me as a young man Everyday I wonder who I am, who will I be, where will I go What will they write upon my grave? A free man born as a king, who died as a slave But everything he gave her was for nothing though Oh no I can't fade that shit I gotta let you go You got me tripping like a flight to Vegas All this shit you got me doing man it's outrageous All I know is I'm living the life I never would Finally let you go, I thought I never could Don't get me wrong, can't forget the times shared Seem like everywhere I go, I always know you're there Tried to run but my legs won't I look away but my head don't I love it when you're fresh I love it when I take your top off and we share the same breath I hate it that I need you, Nikki But I love it when I feed you, Nikki I hate that I bleed for you Uh, I long and I need for you But I love it when I taste you (Taste you) Nothing can replace you (Replace you) I wish I could erase you, you're everywhere I go But you're everywhere I long to be And all these other people that don't seem to understand I'm just a man they always ask what's wrong with me Man you're everything I crave You're the only thing I let in that would put me in the grave I'm a king, you're my Coretta But lately, I been feeling like a slave for the nicotine (Nicotine, nicotine) Slave for the- Said, I'm a slave for the nicotine (Nicotine, nicotine) Been a slave for ya I'm a muthafuckin' slave for ya Slave for the nicotine (Nicotine, nicotine) Nikki, Nikki, slave for ya I'm a slave for ya Nikki I'm a muthafuckin' slave for ya All handwriting on the album's artwork was done by Big Lenbo-

How Bout Now

rap

Drake

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That's the shit I'm talking 'bout though, like you changed up, you don't even fuckin' link nobody no more, you just dash me away like a cyattie. Yo, you cheesed me dog Always felt like my vision been bigger than the bigger picture Crazy how you gotta wait until it's dark out to see who really with you Crazy how even when it miss you Shit'll come back around and get you Crazy like all my niggas, crazy like all my niggas Remember I deleted all my other girls' numbers out the phone for you? Remember when you had to take the bar exam I drove in the snow for you? Yeah You probably don't remember half the shit a nigga did for you, yeah Yeah, you ain't really fuck with me way back then But how 'bout now? (Now) 'Cause I'm up right now (I'm up right now) And you stuck right now (Stuck right now) Oh, you thought you had it all figured out back then But how 'bout now? (Now) 'Cause I'm up right now (I'm up right now) And you stuck right now, yeah (Stuck right now) You thought the little effort that you put in was enough, girl How 'bout now? Yeah Girl, how 'bout now, how 'bout now, girl? What about now, girl, how 'bout now? My heart belongs to you... Yeah, always been daddy's little angel I bought your dad a bunch of shit for Christmas He ain't even say thank you I had no money left from actin', I was focused on the music I used to always try and burn you CDs of my new shit You be like "who's this?" I be like "me, girl" You be like "oh, word, true shit?" Then ask if we could listen to Ludacris Them car rides made me feel like I was losin' it Yeah, made me feel I ain't have it like that Or I was average like that Started drinkin' way more than I used to People form habits like that, girl Yeah, man enough to tell you I was hurt that year I'm not even Christian, I still went to church that year Guess I just had to pretend that year I ain't even see my friends that year Places that I should've been Yeah, you ain't really fuck with me way back then But how 'bout now? (Now) 'Cause I'm up right now (I'm up right now) And you stuck right now (Stuck right now) Oh, you thought you had it all figured out back then Girl, how 'bout now? (Now) 'Cause I'm up right now (I'm up right now) And you stuck right now, yeah (Stuck right now) You thought the little effort that you put in was enough, girl How 'bout now? Yeah Girl, how 'bout now, how 'bout now, girl? What about now, girl, how 'bout now? My heart belongs to you Whatever you need, there's nothin' I won't do Whatever you need, there's nothin' I won't do Whatever you need, there's nothin' I won't do Whatever you need, there's nothin' I won't do

Pan Tadeusz - Inwokacja

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Adam Mickiewicz

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Litwo! Ojczyzno moja! Ty jesteś jak zdrowie, Ile cię trzeba cenić, ten tylko się dowie, Kto cię stracił. Dziś piękność twą w całej ozdobie Widzę i opisuję, bo tęsknię po tobie Panno święta, co Jasnej bronisz Częstochowy I w Ostrej świecisz Bramie! Ty, co gród zamkowy Nowogródzki ochraniasz z jego wiernym ludem! Jak mnie dziecko do zdrowia powróciłaś cudem, (Gdy od płaczącej matki pod Twoją opiekę Ofiarowany, martwą podniosłem powiekę I zaraz mogłem pieszo do Twych świątyń progu Iść za wrócone życie podziękować Bogu), Tak nas powrócisz cudem na Ojczyzny łono. Tymczasem przenoś moją duszę utęsknioną Do tych pagórków leśnych, do tych łąk zielonych, Szeroko nad błękitnym Niemnem rozciągnionych; Do tych pól malowanych zbożem rozmaitem, Wyzłacanych pszenicą, posrebrzanych żytem; Gdzie bursztynowy świerzop, gryka jak śnieg biała, Gdzie panieńskim rumieńcem dzięcielina pała, A wszystko przepasane jakby wstęgą, miedzą Zieloną, na niej z rzadka ciche grusze siedzą.

Only

rap

Nicki Minaj

{"Lil Wayne",Drake,"Chris Brown"}

Yo I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake On my life, man, fuck's sake If I did, I'd ménage with 'em And let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake My man full, he just ate I don't duck nobody but tape Yeah, that was a setup For a punchline on duct tape Wo-wo-wo-worried 'bout if my butt fake Worry 'bout y'all niggas, us straight Th-these girls are my sons Jo-Jon & Kate Plus Eight When I walk in, sit up straight I don't give a fuck if I was late Dinner with my man on a G5 Is my idea of a update Hut-hut one, hut-hut two Big titties, big butt too Fu-fuck with them real niggas Who don't tell niggas what they up to Had to show bitches where the top is Ri-ring finger where the rock is The-these hoes couldn't test me Even if their name was Pop Quiz Bad bitches who I fuck with Ma-ma-mad bitches we don't fuck with I don't fuck with them chickens Unless they last name is Cutlet Let it soak in Like seasoning And tell them bitches blow me Lance Stephenson Raise every bottle and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only Rich niggas only, independent bitches only Boss niggas only, thick bitches only I got my real niggas here by my side, only Yeah, I never fucked Nicki 'cause she got a man But when that's over, then I'm first in line And the other day in her Maybach I thought, "Goddamn, this is the perfect time" We had just come from that video You know, L.A. traffic, how the city slow She was sitting down on that big butt, but I was still staring at the titties though Yeah, low-key or maybe high-key I been peeped that you like me, you know? Who the fuck you really wanna be with besides me? I mean, it doesn't take much for us to do this shit quietly I mean, she say I'm obsessed with thick women and I agree Yeah, that's right, I like my girls BBW Yeah, type that wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Clair Huxtable Oh! Yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck with you The NBA players fuck with you The bad-ass bitches doing makeup and hair fuck with you, oh That's 'cause I believe in something, I stand for it And Nicki if you ever tryna fuck Just give me the heads-up, so I can plan for it Pinkprint Raise every bottle and cup in the sky (Ayy) Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only Rich niggas only, independent bitches only Boss niggas only, thick bitches only I got my real niggas here by my side, only I never fucked Nick' and that's fucked up If I did fuck, she'd be fucked up Whoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it right 'Cause she act like she need dick in her life That's another story, I'm no story-teller I piss greatness, like goldish yellow All my goons so overzealous I'm from Hollygrove, the holy Mecca Calendar say I got money for days I squirm and I shake, but I'm stuck in my ways My girlfriend will beat a bitch up if she waved They bet' not fuck with her surfboard, surfboard My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade Don't have my money? Take mothers instead You got the hiccups, you swallowed the truth Then I make you burp, boy, treat beef like sirloin I'm talkin' 'bout runnin' in houses with army guns So think about your son and daughter rooms Got two hoes with me, masked up, they got smaller guns Ain't thinkin' 'bout your son and daughter rooms This shit is crazy, my nigga I mean brazy, my nigga That money talk, I just rephrase it, my nigga Blood gang, take the "b" off behavior, my nigga For reals, if you mouth off, I blow your face off I mean "pop-pop-pop," then I take off Nigga, now you see me, nigga, now you don't Like Jamie Foxx acting like Ray Charles Sixteen in a clip, one in the chamber 17 Ward bully with seventeen bullets My story is how I went from "poor me" To "please pour me a drink and celebrate with me" Raise every bottle and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet Young Mula, baby! Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only Rich niggas only, independent bitches only Boss niggas only, thick bitches only I got my real niggas here by my side, only

Fuck Up Some Commas

rap

Future

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Fake nigga lie to a real nigga Now that's just some shit that you don't do I'ma stay real for my real niggas Now that's just some shit that I'm gon' do Fuck up the commas, let's fuck up some commas nigga Let's fuck up some commas, let's do that shit random Yeah, Future, Future Hendrix, it's some shit you don't do Cut it up, cut it up Let's fuck up some commas Let's fuck up some commas, yeah Let's fuck up some commas Let's fuck up some commas, yeah 40 thou' to a hundred thou' Hundred thou, another hundred thou' 300 thou' to 500 thousand A million, let's have a money shower Let's fuck up some commas Let's fuck up some commas, yeah Let's fuck up some commas Let's fuck up some commas, yeah 40 thou' to a hundred thou' Hundred thou', another hundred thou' 300 thou' to 500 thousand A million, let's have a money shower Fuck up the llama, I'm hot like a sauna, yeah The burner is on me, can't play with that money, yeah I'm fucking with shorty, I'm loving the way that she fucking me yeah Give no fucks yeah, we don't give no fucks, yeah Throw my cup yeah, I just bought my plug, yeah Full of the mud, yeah, nigga get full of them drugs, yeah Feeling real right, yeah, I'm on same thing as Mike, yeah Bought a lil' ice, yeah, I wanna beat that dope like Ike, yeah Let's fuck up some commas Let's fuck up some commas, yeah Let's fuck up some commas Let's fuck up some commas, yeah 40 thou' to a hundred thou' Hundred thou, another hundred thou' 300 thou' to 500 thousand A million, let's have a money shower Let's fuck up some commas Let's fuck up some commas, yeah Let's fuck up some commas Let's fuck up some commas, yeah 40 thou' to a hundred thou' Hundred thou', another hundred thou' 300 thou' to 500 thousand A million, let's have a money shower Smoke the first 48 hours, grind 22 and sleep two hours Put 24s on the new Audi, white on white like baby powder Drop ya' bitch off at Fulton County Might count it up and then re-count it Double cups like Tunechi, yeah Bust it down with these goonies, yeah Give no fucks yeah, we don't give no fucks, yeah Go fill my cup yeah, bitch go fill my cup, yeah You heard that the slums made me, I'm cool with the Konvicts The coupe look like Akon, fuck all that bum shit Let's fuck up some commas Let's fuck up some commas, yeah Let's fuck up some commas Let's fuck up some commas, yeah 40 thou' to a hundred thou' Hundred thou, another hundred thou' 300 thou' to 500 thousand A million, let's have a money shower Fit it, critic, get it, hit it, run it, drill it, wet it, I'm in it, really Split it, 50-50, ball, Reggie, ready, set, go Throw that money in the air, watch it fall to the floor Heard ya ordered up Ciroc, need to order up some more Audemar yeah, 80 on the watch, yeah Katy Perry yeah, servin' Katy Perry, yeah I should ball yeah, I should break you off, yeah Break you off yeah, made myself a boss, yeah Let's fuck up some commas Let's fuck up some commas, yeah Let's fuck up some commas Let's fuck up some commas, yeah 40 thou' to a hundred thou' Hundred thou, another hundred thou' 300 thou' to 500 thousand A million, let's have a money shower Give no fucks yeah, we don't give no fucks yeah Give no fucks yeah, we don't give no fucks yeah 40 thou' to a hundred thou' Hundred thou, another hundred thou' 300 thou' to 500 thousand A million, let's have a money shower Let's have a money shower right now, oh Let's have a money shower right now, oh Let's have a money shower right now, let's go Let's have a money shower right now, let's go Let's have a money shower, oh, oh, oh, oh 40 thou' to a hunnid thou' to a hunnid thou' to a hunnid thou' A million, Hendrix

Codeine Crazy

rap

Future

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Codeine crazy Yeah (8-8-8-8-808 Mafia) Pourin' bubbly, pourin' bubbly Pour that bubbly, pour that bubbly Pour that bubbly We done went through too much, you hear me? (8-8-8-8-808 Mafia) Pour that bubbly Drink that muddy, drink is muddy when we covered in it Yeah, I'm covered in it I was thuggin' it, I was just loving lit That's for them other niggas, that's for the other bitches That ain't for you, dawg, that's for them other niggas That ain't for you, shawty, that's for that other bitch I'm going crazy 'bout it, I'm going codeine crazy That's how I'm living it, I'm feeling lovely I'm drinking bubbly I'm drinking bubbly (Yeah) Take all my problems and drink out the bottle and fuck on a model, yeah Audemar, this not a carnival, this is a Royal Oak Cartier Dom Perignon, I get down from a brown, I get chauffeured around I pour up with my rounds, I pour up out of town I corrupted your town with them guns and them pounds I grew up on the grounds with them dealers and hounds We order more bottles and fuck on more models and pass 'em around I say everything triple time Rollie, AP, Hublot, triple time I just know the ones you call upon I just had to pay my dawg a bond Looking at me like a triple threat Every time a nigga talk, a check Smoke the kush up like a cigarette Run it back, you hear my intellect (8-8-8-8-808 Mafia) Celebrating like the championship Celebrating like the championship Celebrate like the championship Celebrate like the championship I told you, I told you, I told you, I told you Hahah, celebrate Don't tell me you celibate to the mula I just went Rick the Ruler with the jeweler I just went St. Tropez-in' like a goonie Abu Dhabi, nigga straight out the sewer Like a loaded chopper, I'm 'bout to shoot it I'm so fucking sick and tired of these rumors I just dived inside a cutie, we spoonin' Take it back and take a look at yourself Take the lesson, put it all in the air Too many days gone by Sittin' by the phone, waitin' 'til I reply Drying my eyes, believe it or not I could never see a tear fallin' Water drippin' on me like a faucet I just took a bitch to eat at Chipotle Spent another sixty thousand on a Rollie All my diamonds got you brainwashed She sucked my dick, it got my brain washed And for that shit, you got your man popped See what they did to Biggie and Pac Pour a lil', lil' liquor out, pour a lil' more liquor out Pour it out, pour it out, pour it out Codeine crazy, codeine crazy Codeine crazy, codeine crazy Codeine crazy, codeine crazy All this motherfucking money got me codeine crazy Drownin' in Actavis, suicide When I hit the scene, it's homicide Diamond pinky ring a lollipop Fuck the hate, I pull up in a drop Diamonds colder than a glacier Ballin' harder than the Pacers I been tryin' to have some patience Told my mama she should pray on it Told the streets they gotta wait on it She gon' put a nigga name on it I just dropped a whole thang on it I'm making USD's overseas That's U.S. dollars that you can't achieve Fucked my white girl, she said, "Nigga, please" Fuck that white girl, she said, "Nigga, please" Playin' poker, now we're back in Stroker I forgot her name but her pussy soakin' When I seen her on the pole Reminded myself when I used to come over Reminded myself when I used to get loaded Remindin' myself that I'm still gettin' loaded The coupe fully loaded, this whip fully loaded This whip fully loaded, the clip fully loaded I try to control it Let's wrap up some bottles, let's pop off some bottles, these niggas too bogus Let's pour up a pint, I'ma fuck around, faint like I'm Kid Cudi, probably I fuck around, faint, I'ma fall on the drank Rockin' Tom Ford, poppin' mollies Married to this motherfuckin' money Codeine crazy, codeine crazy Codeine crazy, codeine crazy Codeine crazy, codeine crazy All this motherfucking money got me codeine crazy You thought I forgot about us? I know that you know I don't fold under pressure I'm back on the road, I get low on the pedal We live by the codes of the ghetto I'm closing this out with my memo I'm treating this shit like a demo I'm putting my heart and my soul in this shit and some more I'm in that Dolce Gabbana I might get after Madonna I get it crack in the summer Strapped in the 'Lac and the Hummer Fronted a pack to my partner All this lingo got her panties to dropping Fuck the fame, I'm sipping lean when I'm driving All this cash and it ain't nowhere to hide it I'm an addict and I can't even hide it Don't you panic, panoramic companion They was tryna serve me at the arraignment Never comment on it, never complaining I'm taking everything that come with these millions I'm taking everything that come with my children Yeah, yeah Pour that bubbly Drink that muddy, drink is muddy when we covered in it Yeah, I'm covered in it I was thuggin' it, I was just loving lit That's for them other niggas, that's for the other bitches That ain't for you, dawg, that's for them other niggas That ain't for you, shawty, that's for that other bitch I'm going crazy 'bout it, I'm going codeine crazy That's how I'm living it, I'm feeling lovely I'm drinking bubbly Codeine crazy, codeine crazy All this motherfucking money got me codeine crazy

No Flockin

rap

Kodak Black

{}

Damn, that's so sad KKK, KKK Young nigga, I got old cash, spazzin' on they ass I got Prada on my ho ass, got my last one mad Pop a nigga like a damn tag, shoppin' on they ass I just bought a new old Jag, yeah, it's so fast Smokin' flocka, you a jackass, all I smoke is gas Don't you ask me where the pole at, where yo' clothes at? I ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas, dammit, but y'all trippin', too Is it you? Damn, my nigga, what the hell got into you? Project Baby, y'all was skippin' in the hallway, I was skippin' school On my Ps and Qs, on them jiggas, call me jiggaboo Bleedin' concrete, bet you niggas won't come 'cross the street Pardon me, I don't talk to you so don't you talk to me I ain't dissin' on nobody, B, I'm vibin' on the beat Honestly, I'm just tryna be, I just gotta be Tryin' to get over on anything, they tellin' lies to me I spent five on my pinky ring, she love my diamond ring Anyway, I'm married to the game, she said her vows to me I ain't gettin' on my knees, bae, you bow down to me You go down for me, you lay down and do the time for me Sorry, boo, yeah, I lied to you, but don't you lie to me It's Lil Kodak, the finesse kid, boy, who hot as me? Told the doctor I'm a healthy kid, I smoke broccoli I will run around your whole board like Monopoly Ol' boy, you's a broke boy, flocka's got you beat Chocolate, call me Reese's, can't catch me without the piece C'est la vie, I'm ten toes down, you fallin' off your feet I will trick yo ass for a treat, call it Halloween Yeah, that money's what I play fo', call it lottery Goddamn, you's a clown to me, you's a clown to me You can't smoke no Black & Milds with me, get in the car with me You a funny guy, don't you even joke around with me How could it be? Get from 'round a G, you grounded from me I'm a freeband junkie, you a junkie You gettin' skinny, I'm gettin' chunky, gettin' money Want some food? Boy, you hungry, I want them hundreds Hundreds

Post to Be

rb

Omarion

{"Chris Brown","Jhené Aiko"}

Omarion Breezy And your chick, your chick (Mustard on the beat, ho) Yeah If your chick come close to me She ain't goin' home when she 'posed to be (No) I'm gettin' money like I'm 'posed to be I'm gettin' money like I'm 'posed to be, ooh All my niggas close to me And all them other niggas where they 'posed to be, ooh The hoes go for me Have your chick send a pic, like, "Pose for me" (Ooh) That's how it 'posed to be (Ah, ah) Yeah, yeah, that's how it 'posed to be (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah) Ooh, yeah, that's how it 'posed to be (Ah, ah) Everything good like it's 'posed to be (Ah, ah, ah, ah) Pull up to the club and it go up (Go up) Make your girl fall in love when I show up (Woop, woop) It's not my fault she wanna know me (Hey) She told me you was just a homie (Hahaha) She came down like she knew me (Hey) Gave it up like a groupie (True) And that's facts, no printer (No printer) Cold nigga turn the summer to the winter She saved me in her phone as "Bestie" But I had her screaming, "Oh" Your girl wasn't supposed to text me (Nope) You wanna know how I know what I know? (Hey) If your chick come close to me She ain't goin' home when she 'posed to be (Aw, yeah, no) I'm gettin' money like I'm 'posed to be (Yeah, yeah) I'm gettin' money like I'm 'posed to be, ooh All my niggas close to me And all them other niggas where they 'posed to be, ooh The hoes go for me Have your chick send a pic, like, "Pose for me" Ooh, that's how it post to be (Ah, ah) Yeah, yeah, that's how it 'posed to be (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah) Yeah, yeah, that's how it 'posed to be (Ah, ah) Everything good like it's 'posed to be (Ooh, ah, ah, ah, ah) Got your girl in my section, finna go up (Go up) A nigga smokin' loud, I'm 'bout to roll up (Roll up) She ain't never got high like this with a guy like this Once she pop it, tell her, "Hol' up" (Hol' up) Better believe she gon' leave with a real nigga I dick her down, can't put it down like I do (Like I do) I get to bustin', no discussion, gotta deal with it Team us, we ain't worried about you, oh Murder she wrote, yeah, yeah When I hit it, I'ma kill it, I'ma get it like (Get it) Murder she wrote You wanna know how I know what I know? (Oh) If your dude come close to me He gon' want to ride off in a Ghost with me (I'll make him do it) I might let your boy chauffeur me But he gotta eat the booty like groceries But he gotta get rid of these hoes from me I might have that nigga sellin' his soul for me Ooh, that's how it 'posed to be If he wants me to expose the freak Ooh, that's how it 'posed to be Ooh, that's how it 'posed to be Ooh, that's how it 'posed to be Everything good like it 'posed to be, ooh If your chick come close to me (If she come close to me) She ain't going home when she 'posed to be (Oh, yeah, hey, hey) Oh, yeah, I'm gettin' money like I'm 'posed to be ('Posed to be) I'm gettin' money like I'm 'posed to be (Gettin' money) Ooh, all my niggas close to me (All my niggas close to me) And all them other niggas where they 'posed to be (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ooh, the hoes go for me Have your chick send a pic, like, "Pose for me" (Ooh, girl) Ooh, that's how it 'posed to be (Ooh, yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah) Yeah, that's how it 'posed to be (Ooh, woah) Ooh, yeah, that's how it 'posed to be (Ooh, hey, ah, ah, ah, ah) Everything good like it's 'posed to be She 'bout to ride out with me And I don't even know her name (Her name) But I know that she your girl, yeah (Your girl, your girl, yeah) She chose up, are you mad or nah? Bruh, don't be mad about it These chicks be for everybody Omarion C Breezy I'll make him do it

Uptown Funk

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Mark Ronson

{"Bruno Mars"}

Doh Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-doh, doh-doh Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-doh, doh-doh Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-doh, doh-doh Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh (Aw, ow) This hit, that ice cold Michelle Pfeiffer, that white gold This one for them hood girls Them good girls, straight masterpieces Stylin', wilin', livin' it up in the city Got Chucks on with Saint Laurent Gotta kiss myself, I'm so pretty I'm too hot (Hot damn) (Doh) Uh, call the police and the fireman (Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-doh, doh-doh) I'm too hot (Hot damn) (Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-doh, doh-doh) Make a dragon wanna retire, man I'm too hot (Hot damn) (Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-doh, doh-doh) Say my name, you know who I am I'm too hot (Hot damn) (Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh, doh, doh) And my band 'bout that money, break it down Girls hit your hallelujah (Woo) Girls hit your hallelujah (Woo) Girls hit your hallelujah (Woo) 'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you (Woo) ('Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you) 'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you Saturday night and we in the spot Don't believe me, just watch, come on Doh Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-doh, doh-doh (Ya) (Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-doh, doh-doh) Don't believe me, just watch, uh Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-doh, doh-doh (Ya) (Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-) Don't believe me, just watch, uh Don't believe me, just watch, uh Don't believe me, just watch Don't believe me, just watch Hey, hey, hey, oh Stop, wait a minute Fill my cup, put some liquor in it Take a sip, sign the check Julio, get the stretch Ride to Harlem, Hollywood, Jackson, Mississippi If we show up, we gon' show out Smoother than a fresh jar o' Skippy I'm too hot (Hot damn) (Doh) Call the police and the fireman (Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-doh, doh-doh) I'm too hot (Hot damn) (Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-doh, doh-doh) Make a dragon wanna retire, man I'm too hot (Too hot, hot damn, hot damn) (Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-doh, doh-doh) Bitch, say my name, you know who I am I'm too hot (Hot damn) (Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh, doh, doh) Uh, and my band 'bout that money, break it down Girls hit your hallelujah (Woo) Girls hit your hallelujah (Woo) Girls hit your hallelujah (Woo) 'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you (Woo) ('Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you) 'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you Saturday night and we in the spot Don't believe me, just watch, come on Doh Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-doh, doh-doh (Ya) (Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-doh, doh-doh) Don't believe me, just watch, uh Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-doh, doh-doh (Ya) (Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-) Don't believe me, just watch, uh Don't believe me, just watch, uh Don't believe me, just watch Don't believe me, just watch Hey, hey, hey, oh (Doh) (Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-doh, doh-doh) Before we leave (Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-doh, doh-doh) Lemme tell y'all a lil' something Uptown funk you up, uptown funk you up (Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-doh, doh-doh) Uptown funk you up, uptown funk you up, uh (Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-doh, doh-doh) I said, uptown funk you up, uptown funk you up, uh (Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-doh, doh-doh) Uptown funk you up, uptown funk you up, come on (Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh, doh, doh) Dance, jump on it (Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-doh, doh-doh) If you sexy, then flaunt it If you freaky, then own it (Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-doh, doh-doh) Don't brag about it, come show me, come on Dance, jump on it (Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-doh, doh-doh) If you sexy, then flaunt it Well, it's Saturday night and we in the spot Don't believe me, just watch, come on Doh Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-doh, doh-doh (Ya) (Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-doh, doh-doh) Don't believe me, just watch, uh Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-doh, doh-doh (Ya) (Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-) Don't believe me, just watch, uh Don't believe me, just watch, uh Don't believe me, just watch Don't believe me, just watch Hey, hey, hey, oh Uptown funk you up (Woo, come on) (Doh) Uptown funk you up (Hey, say what?) (Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-doh, doh-doh) Uptown funk you up (Hey) (Doh-doh-doh, doh) Uptown funk you up (Come on) (Doh) Uptown funk you up (Woo, come on) (Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-doh, doh-doh) Uptown funk you up (Hey, say what?) Uptown funk you up (Hey) Uptown funk you up (Come on) (Doh) Uptown funk you up (Woo, come on) (Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-doh, doh-doh) Uptown funk you up (Hey, say what?) Uptown funk you up (Hey) (Doh-doh-doh, doh) Uptown funk you up (Come on) (Doh) Uptown funk you up (Ah) (Doh-doh-doh, doh-doh-doh, doh-doh) Uptown funk you up (Say what?) Uptown funk you up Aw, ow

Dont

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Bryson Tiller

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Don't, don't play with her, don't be dishonest (Ayy) Still not understandin' this logic (Ayy) I'm back and I'm better (And I'm better) I want you bad as ever Don't let me just let up I wanna give you better Baby, it's whatever Somebody gotta step up Girl, I'm that somebody, so I'm next up Be damned if I let him catch up It's easy to see that you're fed up I am on a whole 'nother level Girl, he only fucked you over 'cause you let him Fuck him, girl, I guess he didn't know any better Girl, that man didn't show any effort Do all I can just to show you you're special Certain it's your love that holds me together Lately you say he been killin' the vibe Gotta be sick of this guy Pull up, skrr, get in the ride Left hand is steerin' the other is grippin' your thigh Light up a spliff and get high Shawty, you deserve what you've been missin' Lookin' at you I'm thinkin' he must be trippin' Play this song for him, tell him, "Just listen" Don't Don't Girl, said he keeps on playin' games And his lovin' ain't the same I don't know what to say, but What a shame If you were mine you would not get the same If you were mine you would top everything Suicide in the drop switchin' lanes And that thing so fire, baby, no propane Got good pussy, girl, can I be frank? To keep it 100, girl, I ain't no saint But he the only reason that I'm feelin' this way Givin' you the world, baby, when you get space Pen game get me laid, baby, that's penetrate Oh baby Don't H-Town got a nigga so throwed Pour up, we can party some more Yeah, got this drank in my cup Got a young nigga feelin' so throwed Spit fire in a world so cold Young money got a nigga feelin' old Spit fire in a world so cold H-Town got me feelin' so throwed H-Town got me feelin' so throwed Ride paint and we sip 'til we fold H-Town got me feelin' so throwed Spit fire in a world so cold H-Town got a nigga so throwed Don't

Revenge

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CaptainSparklez

{TryHardNinja}

Creeper Aw man So we back in the mine Got our pickaxe swinging from side to side Side-side to side This task, a grueling one Hope to find some diamonds tonight, night, night Diamonds tonight Heads up You hear a sound, turn around and look up Total shock fills your body Oh, no, it's you again I can never forget those eyes, eyes, eyes Eyes-eye-eyes 'Cause, baby, tonight The creeper's tryna steal all our stuff again 'Cause, baby, tonight You grab your pick, shovel, and bolt again (Bolt again-gain) And run, run until it's done, done Until the sun comes up in the morn' 'Cause, baby, tonight The creeper's tryna steal all our stuff again (Stuff again-gain) Just when you think you're safe Overhear some hissing from right behind Right-right behind That's a nice life you have Shame it's gotta end at this time, time, time Time-time-time-time Blows up Then your health bar drops and you could use a one-up Get inside, don't be tardy So, now you're stuck in there Half a heart is left, but don't die, die, die Die-die-die 'Cause, baby, tonight The creeper's tryna steal all our stuff again 'Cause, baby, tonight You grab your pick, shovel, and bolt again (Bolt again-gain) And run, run until it's done, done Until the sun comes up in the morn' 'Cause, baby, tonight The creeper's tryna steal all our stuff again (Creepers, you're mine, haha) Dig up diamonds and craft those diamonds And make some armor, get it, baby Go and forge that like you so MLG pro The sword's made of diamonds, so come at me, bro, huh Training in your room under the torchlight Hone that form to get you ready for the big fight Every single day and the whole night Creeper's out prowlin', hoo, alright Look at me, look at you Take my revenge, that's what I'm gonna do I'm a warrior, baby, what else is new? And my blade's gonna tear through you, bring it 'Cause, baby, tonight The creeper's tryna steal all our stuff again (Gather your stuff, yeah, let's take back the world) Yeah, baby, tonight (Haha) Grab your sword, armor and go (It's on) Take your revenge (Woo), oh-oh, oh-oh So fight, fight, like it's the last, last night Of your life, life, show them your bite (Woo) 'Cause, baby, tonight The creeper's tryna steal all our stuff again 'Cause, baby, tonight You grab your pick, shovel and bolt again (Bolt again-gain, woo) And run, run until it's done, done Until the sun comes up in the morn' 'Cause, baby, tonight (Come on, swing your sword up high) The creeper's tryna steal all our stuff again (Come on, jab your sword down low) (Woo)

January 28th

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J. Cole

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Rap tune Can I make a million dollars off a rap tune? Can I make a million dollars off a rap tune? I'm tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune Yeah, look The real is back, the ville is back Flow bananas, here, peel this back And what you'll find is, your highness Can paint a picture that is vivid enough to cure blindness Carolina's finest, you knew that already In terms of the greatest, I proved that already And if you would like, I do it twice I just sharpen my blade, for a minute became lost in my ways This for my niggas that was tossed in the graves Every so often I fade deep in my thoughts And then get lost in the days We used to play before your coffin was made Just got the call nigga got caught with a stray Hope he's okay Just got paid what Cochran got paid to free OJ Just to share my life on the stage in front of strangers Who know a nigga far too well, and that's the danger Know me better than I know myself I rip a page out my notebook in anger And let these thoughts linger, singing Don't give 'em too much you (Don't give 'em too much you) Don't let 'em take control (Don't let 'em take control) It's one thing you do (It's one thing you do) Don't let 'em taint your soul (Don't let 'em taint your soul) If you believe in God (If you believe in God) One thing's for sure (One thing's for sure) If you ain't aim too high (If you ain't aim too high) Then you aim too low (Then you aim too low) What's the price for a black man life? I check the toe tag, not one zero in sight I turn the TV on, not one hero in sight Unless he dribble or he fiddle with mics Look out the window 'cause tonight the city lit up with lights Cameras and action May no man alive come through and damage my faction I brought you niggas with me 'cause I love you like my brothers And your mothers' like my mother Think we need a plan of action The bigger we get the more likely egos collide, it's just physics Please let's put our egos aside, you my niggas And should our worst tendencies turn us into enemies I hope that we remember these Nights full of Hennessy When Hov around we switch up to that D'usse Gotta show respect, one day we tryna stay where you stay 'Cause we from where you from Not talkin' bout the slums I'm talkin' 'bout that mind state that keep a black nigga dumb Keep a black nigga dyin' by a black nigga gun And keep on listening to the frontin' ass rap niggas son Yeah I said 'son' This is New York's finest For 11 winters straight I took on New York's climate Like show me New York's ladder I climb it and set the bar so high that you gotta get Obama to force the air force to find it Never mind it, you'll never reach that Cole is the hypnotist, control the game whenever he snap That's every track, nigga Don't give 'em too much you (Don't give 'em too much you) Don't let 'em take control (Don't let 'em take control) It's one thing you do (It's one thing you do) Don't let 'em taint your soul (Don't let 'em taint your soul) If you believe in God (If you believe in God) One thing's for sure (One thing's for sure) If you ain't aim too high (If you ain't aim too high) Then you aim too low (Then you aim too low) I ain't serve no pies, I ain't slang no dope I don't bring no lies, niggas sang my quotes I don't play no games, boy I ain't no joke Like the great Rakim, when I make my notes You niggas might be L or you might be Kane Or you might be Slick Rick with 19 chains Or you might be Drizzy Drake or Kendrick Lamar But check your birth date nigga, you ain't the god Nah you ain't the god Nigga, Cole the god (Cole the god, Cole the god) January 28th Make a million dollars off a rap tune Can I make a million dollars off a rap tune? (*sound of baby laughing*) I'm tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune I wanna make a million dollars off a rap tune I'm gonna make a million dollars off a rap tune

Sunday Candy

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Donnie Trumpet & The Social Experiment

{"Jamila Woods"}

She can say in her voice, in her way that she love me With her eyes, with her smile With her belt, with her hands, with her money I am the thesis of her prayers Her nieces and her nephews are just pieces of the layers Only ones she love as much as me is Jesus Christ and Taylor I got a future so I'm singing for my grandma You singing too, but your grandma ain't my grandma Mine's is handmade, pan-fried, sun-dried Southside, and beat the devil by a landslide Praying with her hands tied, president of my fan club, saying to her Something told me I should bring my butt to church You gotta move it slowly Take and eat my body like it's holy I've been waiting for you for the whole week I've been praying for you, you're my Sunday candy You gotta move slowly Take and eat my body like it's holy I've been waiting for you for this whole week I've been praying for you, you're my Sunday candy Come on in this house, cause it's gonna rain Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain You better come on in this house, cause it's gonna rain Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain I come to church for the candy, your peppermints is the truth I'm pessimistic on Monday if I had tweaked and missed you You look so good with that hat on, had to match with the shoes Came and dressed in the satin, I came and sat in your pew I come to Christmas for dinner, fifty rolls on my plate Hella holes in my stocking holding your pockets in place I like my love with a budget, I like my hugs with a scent You smell like light, gas, water, electricity, rent You sound like why the gospel choir got so tired Singin' his praises daily basis so I gotta try it You're my dreamcatcher, dream team, team captain Matter fact, I ain't seen you in a minute Let me take my butt to church You better come on in this house, cause it's gonna rain Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain You better come on in this house, cause it's gonna rain Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain You gotta move it slowly Take and eat my body like it's holy I've been waiting for you for the whole week I've been praying for you, you're my Sunday candy You gotta move slowly Take and eat my body like it's holy I've been waiting for you for this whole week I've been praying for you, you're my Sunday candy Slowly Take and eat my body like it's holy I've been waiting for you for the whole week I've been praying for you, you're my Sunday candy Come on in this house, cause it's gonna rain Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain You better come on in this house, cause it's gonna rain Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain

Wet Dreamz

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J. Cole

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Cole Cole world Yeah Let me take y'all back, man As I do so well Wadn't nuttin' like that Man, it wadn't nuttin' like that First time, she was in my math class (Uh-huh) Long hair, brown skin with the fat ass Sat beside me, used to laugh, had mad jokes The teacher always got mad, so we passed notes It started off so innocent She had a vibe and a nigga started diggin' it, uh I was a youngin, straight crushin', tryna play the shit cool But a nigga couldn't wait to get to school, 'cause when I seen Them thighs on her and them hips on her and them lips on her Got me daydreamin', man, what I'm thinkin' how she rides on it, if she sits on it, if she licks on it Make it hard for me to stand up, as time goes by Attractions gettin' deep and Wet dreamin', thinkin' that I'm smashin' but I'm sleepin' I want it bad, and I ain't never been obsessed before She wrote a note that said, "You ever had sex before?" Damn... And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no I wrote back and said "Of course I had sex before," knowin' I was frontin' I said, "I'm like a pro, baby," knowin' I was stuntin' But if I told the truth, I knew that I'd get played out, son Hadn't been in pussy since the day I came out one, but She don't know that, so she done wrote back and told me "Oh, you a pro, homie? Well, I want you to show me My mama gone for the weekend So Saturday, baby, we can get to freakin'." That's when my heart start racin' and my body start sweatin' Baby, you done woke my lil' man up I'm thinkin' how that body look naked when you layin' on the bed Teacher, please, don't make me stand up, I wrote back like "Yeah, baby, sound like a plan." Still tryna play it cool, sound like the man But I was scared to death, my nigga, my stomach turnin' Talkin' shit, knowin' damn well I was a virgin Fuck... And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no Yeah, you know that feelin' when you know You finna bone for the first time? I'm hopin' that she won't notice it's my first time I'm hopin' that my shit is big enough to fuck wit' And most of all I'm prayin', "God, don't let me bust quick" I'm watchin' pornos, tryna see just how to stroke right Practice puttin' condoms on-how it go, right? I'm in her crib, now a nigga palms sweatin' With a pocket full of rubbers and an erection That's when my hands start touchin' and her face start blushin' And a nigga roll over on top And then she get my pants unbuckled and her hands start rubbin' On me, ooh girl, don't stop, it's time for action Pull out the condoms real smooth, yeah, just how I practiced But right before I put it in, she flinched and grabbed it and said "I wanna get somethin' off my mental I can tell you're a pro, but baby, be gentle, 'cause-" 'Cause I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no And I ain't never did this before, no

A Tale of 2 Citiez

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J. Cole

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Since a youngin' always dreamed of gettin' rich Look at me my nigga Fantasize about a white picket fence With some trees my nigga Used to want a Pathfinder with some tints That's all I need my nigga Throw some 20's on that bitch and get it rinsed But now I see my nigga That the world's a lot bigger ever since Picked up the paper And they say my nigga Eddie caught a body, I'm convinced Anybody is a killer, all you gotta do is push 'em to the limits Fuck being timid in the Civic Politicin' with the pushers and the pimps I'm tryna write a story, can I get a glimpse? Yeah, can I get a glimpse? Last night I had a bad dream That I was trapped in this city Then I asked is that really such a bad thing? They robbin' niggas on the daily Can you blame a nigga that ain't never had things? (What's the value of a thing?) Guess not! Last night they pulled up on my nigga at the light like- Ugh, nice watch, run it Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it Hands in the air now, hands in the air Hands in the air now, hands in the air Small town nigga Hollywood dreams I know that everything that glitters ain't gold I know the shit ain't always good as it seems But tell me till you get it how could you know? How could you know? How could you know? Listen up I'm about to go and get rich Fuck with me my nigga We gon' circle round the Ville and hit a lick Cop some tree my nigga And some powder, bag it up and make it flip You gon' see my nigga One day we gon' graduate and cop a brick And that's the key my nigga Listen up I'm 'bout to go and get rich Stand back and watch if you want to nigga Me I want my pockets fat, a badder bitch Tired of seein' niggas flaunt, I wanna flaunt too nigga Watch some rollers in a fuckin' Crown Vic Tryna lock a nigga up, that's what they won't do nigga Wanna know a funny thing about this shit? Even if you let 'em kill your dream It'll haunt you nigga, haunt you Last night I had a bad dream That I was trapped in this city Then I asked is that really such a bad thing? I look around like- Do you wanna be another nigga, that ain't never had things? (What's the value of a thing?) Guess not! Last night we pulled up on a nigga at the light like (You know what the fuck it is nigga, run that shit!) Uh, nice watch, run it Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it Hands in the air now, hands in the air Hands in the air now, hands in the air Father forgive me for my childish ways I look outside and all the clouds are gray I need your hands to take me miles away Your wish is my command, my command, my command But before you go I've got to warn you now Whatever goes up surely must come down And you'll get your piece, but know peace won't be found So why just take me man, take me man, take me man Your wish is my command, my command, my command

03 Adolescence

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J. Cole

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La la la La la la la la La la la (Yeah) La la la la la (Yeah) I grew up, a fucking screw up, tie my shoe up Wish they was newer, damn, need something newer In love with the baddest girl in the city, I wish I knew her I wish I wasn't so shy, I wish I was a bit more fly I wish that I could tell her how I really feel inside That I'm the perfect nigga for her, but then maybe that's a lie She like a certain type of nigga, and it's clear I'm not that guy Ball player, star player, I'm just watchin' from the side On the bench, 'cause my lack of confidence won't let me fly I ain't grow up with my father, I ain't thinkin' 'bout that now Fast forward four years or so from now, I'll probably cry When I realize what I missed, but as of now my eyes are dry 'Cause I'm tryna stay alive, in the city where too many niggas die Dreamin' quiet trying to dodge a suit and tie Who am I? (La la la) Ayy, who am I? (La la la la la, yeah) Things change, rearrange and so do I It ain't always for the better, dawg, I can't lie I get high 'cause the lows can be so cold I might bend a little bit but I don't fold One time for my mind and two for yours I got food for your thoughts to soothe your soul If you see my tears fall, just let me be Move along, nothing to see I always did shit the hard way My nigga slangin' in the hallway Burnt CD's and trees like this was Broadway Times Square, kept the dimes there in the locker Some Reggie Miller with more brown hairs than Chewbacca Whispers that he got it for the low-low, sell a Dime for a dub, them white boys ain't know no better Besides, what's twenty dollars to a nigga like that? He tell his pops he need some lunch and he gon' get it right back I peeped game, got home snatched my mama keychain Took her whip, the appeal, too ill to refrain I hit the boulevard, pull up to my nigga front do' His mama at home, she still let 'em hit the blunt though I told her, "Hello", and sat with my nigga and laughed And talked about how we gon' smash all the bitches in class I complimented how I see him out here getting his cash And just asked, "What a nigga gotta do to get that? Put me on," he just laughed when he seen I was sure 17 years breathing, his demeanor said more He told me, "Nigga, you know how you sound right now? If you wasn't my mans, I would think that you a clown right now Listen, you everything I wanna be, that's why I fucks with you So how you looking up to me when I look up to you? You 'bout to go get a degree, I'ma be stuck with two choices: Either graduate to weight or selling number two For what? A hundred bucks or two a week? Do you think that you would know what to do if you was me? I got, four brothers, one mother that don't love us If they ain't want us, why the fuck they never wore rubbers?" I felt ashamed to have ever complained About my lack of gear and thought about how far we done came From trailer park to a front yard with trees in the sky Thank you mama, dry your eyes, there ain't no reason to cry You made a genius and I, ain't gon' take it for granted I ain't gon' settle for lesser, I ain't gon' take what they handed Nah, I'm gon' take what they owe me and show you that I can fly And show old girl what she missing, the illest nigga alive Ayy, who am I? Things change, rearrange and so do I (Ayy, who am I?) It ain't always for the better, dawg, I can't lie (Who am I?) I get high 'cause the lows can be so cold I might bend a little bit but I don't fold One time for my mind and two for yours I got food for your thoughts to soothe your soul If you see my tears fall, just let me be Move along, nothing to see I never felt better

Fire Squad

rap

J. Cole

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Nigga why you actin' like a ho? Know that I'ma ride for ya, either way it go Tell me, girl why you be stressin' me for time? When you tell me you love me, can't you see I'm tryna climb? Damn my nigga why you actin' like a bitch? If you scared to take a chance, how the fuck we gon' get rich? Come here baby why you always insecure? Hold on tight to a nigga and be sure Ain't a way around it no more, I am the greatest A lotta niggas sat on the throne, I am the latest I am the bravest, go toe to toe with the giants I ain't afraid of you niggas, I'll end up fading you niggas 'Fore it's all said and done, this nigga need medicine My uzi, it weighed a ton, I need me a better gun In fact I just might need two, cause niggas say they the one And I got something to prove Forgive me, Lord, here they come, BLAOOW Nigga why you actin' like a ho? Know that I'ma ride for ya, either way it go Tell me, girl why you be stressin' me for time? When you tell me you love me, can't you see I'm tryna climb? Damn my nigga why you actin' like a bitch? If you scared to take a chance, how the fuck we gon' get rich? Come here baby why you always insecure? Hold on tight to a nigga and be sure My inhibition's fighting my intuition Premature premonition, showing me the demolition Of these phony niggas, so ahead of my time Even when I rhyme about the future I be reminiscing You want the truth well come and listen I'm like that time you bagged a dime and checked ya phone and saw it was a number missing As fate passes you by, half of you try The other half of you fried, too high to actually fly One day y'all have to decide, who you gon' be A scary nigga or a nigga that's gon' rule like me Keep it true like me, Cole you might be Like the new Ice Cube, meets the new Ice-T Meets 2 Live Crew, meets the new Spike Lee Meets Bruce like Wayne, meets Bruce like Lee Meets '02 Lil Wayne, in a new white tee Meets KD, ain't no nigga that can shoot like me! BLAOOOW! Nigga why you actin' like a ho? Know that I'ma ride for ya, either way it go Tell me, girl why you be stressin' me for time? When you tell me you love me, can't you see I'm tryna climb? Damn my nigga why you actin' like a bitch? If you scared to take a chance, how the fuck we gon' get rich? Come here baby why you always insecure? Hold on tight to a nigga and be sure (Who's the king?) Came from the bottom nigga, with stains on my shirt What you expected from me, I came from the dirt (Who's the king?) Money my motivator, the songs that I sing Picture a peasant passin' from pawn to a king (Who's the king?) You tell me ya still love me, if so then let me go Will I return or will I burn, never know (Who's the king?) Look in my eyes and see the future But don't sugar coat it Listen... History repeats itself and that's just how it goes Same way that these rappers always bite each other's flows Same thing that my nigga Elvis did with Rock 'n Roll Justin Timberlake, Eminem and then Macklemore While silly niggas argue over who gon' snatch the crown Look around, my nigga, white people have snatched the sound This year I'll prolly go to the awards dappered down Watch Iggy win a Grammy as I try to crack a smile I'm just playin', but all good jokes contain true shit Same rope you climb up on, they'll hang you with But not Jermaine, my aim too sick I bang nigga, I came to bring the pain my brain too quick You see how I maneuver this game, I ain't stupid I recognize that life is a dream, and I dream lucid And break the chains and change minds One verse at a time, and claim 2-6 And fuck it, if the shoe fits, who's the king? We all kings (We all kings nigga) Kings of ourselves first and foremost (True) While the people debate who's the king of this rap game Here comes lil' ol' Jermaine With every ounce of strength in his veins To snatch the crown from whoever y'all think has it But rather than place it on his head as soon as he grabs it Poof, boom, paow, it's like magic With a flash and a BANG the crown disintegrates And falls to the Earth from which it came It's done Ain't gonna be no more kings Be wary of any man that claims Because deep down he clings onto the need for power In reality he's a coward Ultimately he's scared to die And sometimes so am I But when I'm in tune with the most high I realize, the fear lies in my lack of awareness of the other side Today I know that we are the same, are the same, you and I Different kind of skin, different set of eyes Two different minds, but only one God (It's only one God nigga) It's for all the kings 'Cause I know deep down every poet just wanna be loved

G.O.M.D.

rap

J. Cole

{}

Hollywood Cole, go Ayy, Hollywood, ayy, Hollywood Cole, go My nigga done went Hollywood You wanna know just where I'm at? Well, let me tell you 'bout it I put my city on the map, but let me tell you 'bout it They tryna say I can't come back, ayy, let me tell you 'bout it Man, fuck them niggas, I come back, ayy, let me tell you 'bout it I wanna tell you 'bout it: hands up, everybody run Cole outside and he say he got a gun Niggas like, "Man, that's what everybody said" Go and pop the trunk and now everybody dead Everybody scared of the nigga, aware that the nigga is better All my bitches the pick of the litter, never bitter Niggas is fake, they anime Me I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah Eat the cake bitch, eat the damn cake, uh Fuck good, nigga, we demand great Order Domino's and she take off all her clothes Nigga you know how it goes, make the pizza man wait The best kept secret Even Hov tried to keep it and I leaked the damn tape, uh Rest in peace any nigga want beef Secret service couldn't keep the man safe I said, to the window, to the wall (To the wall) My nigga ride when I call (I call) Got bitches all in my mind (My mind) Fuck nigga blockin' my shine (My shine) I know the reason you feel the way I know just who you wan' be So everyday I thank the man upstairs That I ain't you and you ain't me Get off my dick, woah (Get the fuck off my dick) Get off my dick, woah (Get the fuck off my dick, nigga) Get off my dick, bitch, woah (Get the fuck off my dick) Get off my dick, woah Man, fuck them niggas, I come home and I don't tell nobody They gettin' temporary dough and I don't tell nobody Lord, will you tell me if I changed? I won't tell nobody I wanna go back to Jermaine, and I won't tell nobody This is the part that the thugs skip! Young nigga never had love You know, foot massage, back rub shit Blowin' bubbles in the bathtub shit That is until I met you Together we done watch years go by Seen a river of your tears go by Got me thinkin' 'bout some kids, still I Tell them hoes come through, the break up Get to know somebody and you really learn a lot about 'em Won't be long before you start to doubt 'em Tell yourself you better off without 'em Then in time you will find can't walk without 'em Can't talk without 'em, can't breathe without 'em Came here together, you can't leave without 'em So you walk back in, make a scene about 'em On your Amerie, it's just 1 Thing about 'em It's called love, niggas don't sing about it no more Don't nobody sing about it no more, no more It's called love, niggas don't sing about it no more Don't nobody sing about it no more (Nigga, I don't sing about this shit no more) But every nigga in the club singin' To the window, to the wall (To the wall) My nigga ride when I call (I call) Got bitches all in my mind (My mind) Fuck nigga blockin' my shine (My shine) I know the reason you feel the way I know just who you wan' be So everyday I thank the man upstairs That I ain't you and you ain't me Get off my dick But every nigga in the club singin' Singin' this song, yeah Got all the bitches in the club singin' Singin' this song, yeah And all they mamas let their kids sing it Sing this song, yeah The baby mamas and the mistresses This song, yeah, song, yeah Song, yeah, song-song, yeah The make up This shit is retarded, goddamn Why every rich black nigga gotta be famous? Why every broke black nigga gotta be brainless? Uh, that's a stereotype Driven by some people up in Aerial Heights Here's a scenario: Young Cole pockets is fat like Lil Terrio Dreamville, give us a year we'll be on every show Yeah, fuck nigga, I'm very sure, heh Fuck the rest, I'm the best nigga out When I'm back home, I'm the best in the South When I'm in L.A., I'm the best in the West You contest? You can test, I'ma stretch niggas out Ooh, I'ma stretch niggas out That go for all y'all if I left niggas out This shit for everybody on my testicles Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho

No Role Modelz

rap

J. Cole

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First things first: rest in peace Uncle Phil For real You the only father that I ever knew I get my bitch pregnant, I'ma be a better you Prophecies that I made way back in the Ville Fulfilled Listen, even back when we was broke, my team ill Martin Luther King would'a been on Dreamville, talk to a nigga One time for my L.A. sisters One time for my L.A. hoes Lame niggas can't tell the difference One time for a nigga who know Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved No role models and I'm here right now No role models to speak of Searchin' through my memory, my memory, I couldn't find one Last night I was gettin' my feet rubbed by the baddest bitch Not Trina but I swear to God, this bitch'll make you call your girl up And tell her, "Hey, what's good? Sorry, I'm never comin' home, I'ma stay for good" Then hang the phone up and proceed to lay the wood I came fast like 9-1-1 in white neighborhoods Ain't got no shame 'bout it She think I'm spoiled and I'm rich 'cause I can have any bitch I got defensive and said, "Nah, I was the same without it" But then I thought back, back to a better me Before I was a B-list celebrity 'Fore I started callin' bitches "bitches" so heavily Back when you could get a platinum plaque without no melody, you wadn't sweatin' me One time for my L.A. sisters One time for my L.A. hoes Lame niggas can't tell the difference One time for a nigga who know Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved I want a real love, dark-skinned Aunt Viv love That Jada and that Will love That leave a toothbrush at your crib love And you ain't gotta wonder whether that's your kid love Nigga, I don't want no bitch from reality shows Out-of-touch-with-reality hoes Out in Hollywood bringin' back five or six hoes Fuck 'em then we kick 'em to the do', nigga, you know how it go She deserved that, she a bird, it's a bird trap You think if I didn't rap she would flirt back? Takin' off her skirt, let her wear my shirt, 'fore she leave "I'ma need my shirt back" (Nigga, you know how it go) One time for my L.A. sisters One time for my L.A. hoes Lame niggas can't tell the difference One time for a nigga who know Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved There's an old saying in Tennessee-I know it's in Texas, probably in Tennessee-that says, fool me once... shame on... shame on you. Fool me-can't get fooled again. Fool me one time, shame on you (Ayy) Fool me twice, can't put the blame on you (Ayy) Fool me three times, fuck the peace sign Load the chopper, let it rain on you (Bop bop bop) Fool me one time, shame on you (Ayy) Fool me twice, can't put the blame on you (Ayy) Fool me three times, fuck the peace sign Load the chopper, let it rain on you (Bop bop bop) My only regret was too young for Lisa Bonet My only regret was too young for Nia Long Now all I'm left with is hoes from reality shows Hand her a script, the bitch prolly couldn't read along My only regret was too young for Sade Adu My only regret, could never take Aaliyah home Now all I'm left with is hoes up in Greystone With the stale face 'cause they know it's they song She shallow but the pussy deep, she shallow She shallow She shallow but the pussy deep, she shallow (Yeah, ayy) She shallow She shallow but the pussy deep, she shallow She shallow She shallow but the pussy deep, she shallow She shallow Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved

Apparently

rap

J. Cole

{}

Oh, right, oh Oh, why, na-da-da-da I keep my head high I got my wings to carry me I don't know freedom I want my dreams to rescue me I keep my faith strong I ask the Lord to follow me I've been unfaithful I don't know why you call on me This is my canvas (Yeah, my canvas) I'ma paint it how I want it baby, oh I This is my canvas I'ma paint it, paint it, paint it, how I want it nigga Fuck you 'cause there, there is no right or wrong, only a song I like to write alone, be in my zone Think back to Forest Hills, no perfect home But the only thing like home I've ever known Until they snatched it from my mama And foreclosed her on the loan I'm so sorry that I left you there to deal with that alone I was up in New York City chasing panties, getting dome Had no clue what you was going through How could you be so strong? And how could I be so selfish? I know I can be so selfish I could tell by how I treat you with my girl, damn she so selfless But she put up with my ways because she loves me like you do And though it don't always show, I love her just like I love you, and I need to treat you better Wish you could live forever So we could spend more time together I love you mama I keep my head high I got my wings to carry me I don't know freedom I want my dreams to rescue me I keep my faith strong I ask the Lord to follow me I've been unfaithful I don't know why you call on me E-e-eee, e-e, apparently You believe in me, you believe in me E-e-eee, e-e, apparently You believe in me, and I thank you for it, oh, I Another day, another rhyme, ho Another day, another time zone Today, I woke up feeling horny so it's only right, I got two bitches playing on my trombone Keep up, never sure where the words would take me Niggas eat em up and regurgitate me Shit trump tight never slurred it lazy Give a virgin the urge to rape me, nigga please Best friends really make great for enemies My watch came, niggas can't wait for one of these I see you, nigga, this ain't no Rolex, it's an AP, nigga I'm hot, dog, catch up to me, nigga- huh, couldn't resist Aim for the stars and I shouldn't have missed But I was riding on fumes, so I stopped by the moon Now I'm sitting on the hood of this bitch Like, "Thanks for the view," waiting on thanks from a few 'Cause without me you wouldn't exist You know that shit, gave you the blueprint, don't forget Cold as your phone on zero percent Going off, now niggas showing off Niggas swear they hard, but they flowing soft I'm taking off like "boing!" on a big ass Boeing, and getting head like a coin toss, too easy I keep my head high I got my wings to carry me I don't know freedom I want my dreams to rescue me I keep my faith strong I ask the Lord to follow me I've been unfaithful I don't know why you call on me E-e-eee, e-e, apparently You believe in me, you believe in me E-e-eee, e-e, apparently You believe in me, and I thank you for it, oh I

Love Yourz

rap

J. Cole

{}

Huh, love yours Huh, love yours No such thing No such thing as a life that's better than yours No such thing as a life that's better than yours (Love yours) No such thing as a life that's better than yours No such thing, no such thing Heart beatin' fast, let a nigga know that he alive Fake niggas, mad snakes Snakes in the grass let a nigga know that he arrived Don't be sleepin' on your level 'Cause it's beauty in the struggle, nigga (Beauty, beauty) Goes for all y'all It's beauty in the struggle, nigga (Beauty, beauty) Let me explain, yeah It's beauty in the struggle, ugliness in the success Hear my words and listen to my signal of distress I grew up in the city and know sometimes we had less Compared to some my niggas down the block, man, we were blessed And life can't be no fairy tale, no once upon a time But I be goddamned if a nigga don't be tryin' So tell me, Momma please, why you be drinkin' all the time? Does all the pain he brought you still linger in your mind? 'Cause pain still lingers on mine On the road to riches, listen, this is what you'll find The good news is, nigga, you came a long way The bad news is, nigga, you went the wrong way Think being broke was better No such thing as a life that's better than yours (Ha) No such thing as a life that's better than yours (Think being broke was better) No such thing as a life that's better than yours (Think being broke was better, yeah) No such thing, no such thing For what's money without happiness? Or hard times without the people you love? Though I'm not sure what's 'bout to happen next I ask for strength from the Lord (Man) up above 'Cause I been strong so far, but I can feel my grip loosenin' Quick, do somethin' before you lose it for good, get it back and use it for good And touch the people how you did like before I'm tired of livin' with demons 'cause they always invitin' more Think being broke was better, now I don't mean that phrase with no disrespect To all my niggas out there livin' in debt Cashin' minimal checks, turn on the TV, see a nigga Rolex And fantasize about a life with no stress I mean this shit sincerely, and as a nigga who was once in your shoes Livin' with nothin' to lose, I hope one day you hear me Always gon' be a bigger house somewhere, but nigga feel me Long as the people in that motherfucker love you dearly Always gon' be a whip that's better than the one you got Always gon' be some clothes that's fresher than the ones you rock Always gon' be a bitch that's badder out there on the tours But you ain't never gon' be happy 'til you love yours No such thing as a life that's better than yours (Love yours) No such thing as a life that's better than yours (Love yours) No such thing as a life that's better than yours (Love yours) No such thing, no such thing Heart beatin' fast, let a nigga know that he alive Fake niggas, mad snakes Snakes in the grass let a nigga know that he arrived

Feeling Myself

rap

Nicki Minaj

{Beyoncé}

Yo, B, they ready Let's go Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my I'm with some hood girls lookin' back at it And a good girl in my tax bracket (Uh) Got a black card that'll let Saks have it These Chanel bags is a bad habit I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks My Maybach, black matted (Uh) Bitch, never left but I'm back at it And I'm feelin' myself, jack rabbit Feelin' myself, back off 'Cause I'm feelin' myself, jack off (Uh) He be thinking about me when he whacks off Wax on? Wax off National anthem, hats off Then I curve that nigga, like a bad toss (Uh) Lemme get a number two, with some Mac sauce "On The Run Tour", with my mask off I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my (Uh) Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my (Uh) Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my Changed the game with that digital drop Know where you was when that digital popped I stopped the world Male or female, it make no difference I stop the world, world, stop- Carry on Kitty on fleek, pretty on fleek (Uh) Pretty gang always keep them niggas on geek Ridin'-ridin' through Texas (Texas), feed him for his breakfast (Uh) Everytime I whip it, I be talkin' so reckless He said "Damn, Nicki, it's tight," I say "Yeah, nigga, you right" (Uh) He said "Damn, bae, you so little, but you be really takin' that pipe" I said "Yes, daddy, I do, gimme brain like NYU" (Uh) I said "Teach me, nigga, teach me, all this learnin' here is by you" I'm whippin' that work, he diggin' that work I got it, 36 of that real Panky full of that bounce baby Come get you some of that bounce baby I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my (Uh) Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my (Uh) Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm killin' my Cookin' up that base (Base), lookin' like a kilo (Kilo) He just wanna taste (Taste), biggin' up my ego (Ego) (Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego) Ridin' through Texas (Ridin' through Texas) (Ridin' through Texas) Smoke it all off, talkin' bout that high-grade Baby hold up, I can kill your migraine (Migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine) Ridin' through Texas (Ridin' through Texas) (Ridin' through Texas) Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow I have both and an empire also Keep gettin' gifts from Santa Claus at the North Pole Today I'm icy, but I'm prayin' for some more snow Let that ho ho, let-let that ho know (He in love) He in love with that coco Why these bitches don't never be learnin'? You bitches will never get what I be earnin' (Uh) I'm still gettin' plaques, from my records that's urban Ain't gotta rely on top 40, I am a rap legend Just go ask the Kings of Rap, who is the Queen and things of that Nature? Look at my finger, that is a glacier, hits like a laser Rrr! Drippin' on that work, trippin' off that perc Flippin' up my skirt and I be whippin' all that work Takin' trips with all them ki's, car keys got B's (Uh) Stingin' with the Queen B and we be whippin' all of that D Cause we dope girls we flawless, we the poster girls for all this (Uh) We run around with them ballers, only real niggas in my call list I'm the big kahuna, go let them whores know (Uh) Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow Hahaha, Rrrrrrrrrr! You like it, don't'chyea? Snitches! (*Laughter*) Young Money

Truffle Butter

rap

Nicki Minaj

{"Lil Wayne",Drake}

You know, don't you? Yeah Night of You know, don't you? Yeah Night of Uh, thinkin' out loud I must have a quarter million on me right now Hard to make a song 'bout somethin' other than the money Two things I'm about it, talkin' blunt and staying blunted Pretty women, are you here? Are you here right now, huh? We should all disappear right now Look, you're gettin' all your friends and you're gettin' in the car And you're comin' to the house, are we clear right now, huh? You see the fleet of all the new things Cop cars with the loose change All white like I move things Niggas see me rollin' and they mood change Like a muhfucka New flow, I got a dozen of 'em I don't trust you, you a undercover I could probably make some step-sisters fuck each other (Woo) Talkin' filets with the truffle butter Fresh sheets and towels, man she gotta love it Yeah, they all get what they desire from it What, tell them niggas we ain't hidin' from it You know, don't you? Yeah Night of You know, don't you? Yeah Night of Yo, thinkin' out loud I must have about a milli on me right now And I ain't talkin' about that Lil Wayne record I'm still the highest sellin' female rapper, for the record Man, this a 65 million single sold I ain't gotta compete with a single soul I'm good with the ballpoint game, finger roll Ask me how to do it, I don't tell a single soul Pretty women, wassup? Is you here right now? You a stand-up or is you in your chair right now? Uhh, do you hear me? I can't let a wack nigga get near me I might kiss the baddest bitch if you dare me I ain't never need a man to take care of me Yo, I'm in that big boy, bitches can't rent this I floss everyday, but I ain't a dentist Your whole style and approach, I invented And I ain't takin' that back, cause I meant it You know, don't you? Yeah Night of You know, don't you? Yeah Night of Uh, thinkin' out loud I could be broke and keep a million dollar smile LOL to the bank, check in my account Bank teller flirtin' after checkin' my account Pretty ladies, are you here? Truffle butter on your pussy Cuddle buddies on the low, you ain't gotta tell your friend That I eat it in the morning, cause she gon' say "I know" Can I hit it in the bathroom? Put your hands on the toilet I'll put one leg on the tub, girl, this my new dance move I just don't know what to call it But, bitch, you dancing with the stars I ain't nothin' like your last dude What's his name? - Not important I brought some cocaine if you snortin' She became a vacuum, put it on my dick like carpet Suck the white off, white chocolate I'm so heartless, thoughtless, lawless, and flawless Smallest, regardless, largest in charge And born in New Orleans, get killed for Jordans Skateboard, I'm gnarly, Drake, Tunechi, and Barbie You know! You know, don't you? Yeah Night of You know, don't you? Yeah Night of

L-O-V-E

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Nat "King" Cole

{"Nat \\\"King\\\" Cole"}

L is for the way you look at me O is for the only one I see V is very, very extraordinary E is even more than anyone that you adore can Love is all that I can give to you Love is more than just a game for two Two in love can make it, take my heart and please don't break it Love was made for me and you L is for the way you look at me O is for the only one I see V is very, very extraordinary E is even more than anyone that you adore can Love is all that I can give to you Love is more than just a game for two Two in love can make it, take my heart and please don't break it Love was made for me and you Love a-was made for me and you Love a-was made for me and you

Earned It

rb

The Weeknd

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I'ma care for you I'ma care for you, you, you, you You make it look like it's magic (Oh, yeah) 'Cause I see nobody, nobody but you, you, you I'm never confused Hey, hey And I'm so used to bein' used So I love when you call unexpected 'Cause I hate when the moment's expected So I'ma care for you, you, you I'ma care for you, you, you, you, yeah 'Cause girl, you're perfect You're always worth it And you deserve it The way you work it 'Cause girl, you earned it, yeah Girl, you earned it, yeah You know our love would be tragic (Oh, yeah) So you don't pay it, don't pay it no mind, mind, mind We live with no lies Hey, hey You're my favorite kind of night So I love when you call unexpected 'Cause I hate when the moment's expected So I'ma care for you, you, you I'ma care for you, you, you, you, yeah 'Cause girl, you're perfect (Girl, you're perfect) You're always worth it (Always worth it) And you deserve it (And you deserve it) The way you work it (The way you work it) 'Cause girl, you earned it, yeah (Earned it) Girl, you earned it, yeah On that lonely night (Lonely night) We said it wouldn't be love But we felt the rush (Fell in love) It made us believe it was only us (Only us) Convinced we were broken inside, yeah, inside, yeah 'Cause girl, you're perfect (Girl, you're perfect) You're always worth it (You're always worth it) And you deserve it (And you deserve it) The way you work it (The way you work it) 'Cause girl, you earned it, yeah (You earned it) Girl, you earned it, yeah (You earned it) Na-na-na-na-na Oh-oh-oh Yeah, yeah 'Cause girl, you're perfect The way you work it You deserve it Girl, you deserve it Girl, you earned it, yeah, yeah

Ayo

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Chris Brown & Tyga

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I need you, I need you I need you, I need you I need you, I need you (Lemme see) I need you, I need you We poppin' like ayo All my bitches got real hair chillin' with the top down Screamin' like ayo I'ma take her ass down if she bring her friend around Fuck 'em both like ayo I'm a bougie ass nigga, left the roof at home We poppin' like ayo Ayo, ayo But don't be actin' like I need you Ha! Ayy, babe, this my new shit (Shit) I'm the black Richie Rich with the roof missin' (Missin') If it don't make dollars, don't make sense (Sense) Z (Z), wake up like I gotta get it (Get it) And I got an engine full of trunk space I get money three ways, fuckin' bitches three ways Seven different foreigns, plus she's no hablé But I make that bitch walk for some cheesecake (Cheesecake) Yeah, I'm the coldest nigga, icy Lookin' in the mirror like I wish I can be me She too into me, I'm more into money My hobby's her body, that pussy's my lobby I'ma eat it (Eat it), I'ma eat it (Eat it) I don't lie, hold my dick, too conceited Uh, told her she's my wife for the weekend (For the weekend) But don't be actin' like I need you 'Cause we poppin' like ayo (Ha! Yeah) All my bitches got real hair chillin' with the top down Screamin' like ayo I'ma take her ass down if she bring her friend around Fuck 'em both like ayo I'm a bougie ass nigga, left the roof at home We poppin' like ayo Ayo, we poppin' like ayo But don't be actin' like I need you I'm in the Rolls, you don't roll right (Roll right) My chain shine brighter than a strobe light (Yeah) I'm tryna fuck Coco, this don't concern Ice If I motorboat, she gon' motorbike (Ha!) A nigga ain't worried about nothin' Rehabilitation just had me worried about fuckin' Money, decision-makin', only worried 'bout stuntin' She worried 'bout me, her nigga worried 'bout cuffin' I wanna see her body (Body) Then she said, "Get inside of me I wanna feel you, baby" (Yeah) Just bring the animal right out of me We lovin', she love it Especially when I go down on her Now we fuckin', she thuggin' Gettin' loud 'Cause we poppin' like ayo All my bitches got real hair chillin' with the top down Screamin' like ayo I'ma take her ass down if she bring her friend around Fuck 'em both like ayo I'm a bougie ass nigga, left the roof at home We poppin' like ayo Ayo (Huh, look), we poppin' like ayo But don't be actin' like I need you (Alright) Now, now I can spot your bitch from a mile away ('way) Valentine in that pussy, it's a holiday Uh, you losin' money, I win mills, Dr. J (J) She gon' to follow my lead, Simon Says Paper, paper, I'm ridin' 'scrapers in California ('fornia) Car smell like ammonia, we got that stank on us Never been a Outkast, that stank on ya From the ghetto but my bitch like Apollonia We in the hood, tatted like a Mexican Car too fast, give a fuck about pedestrians Uh, and my section less niggas, more lesbians Got your bitch, I'm that nigga Yeah, we poppin' like ayo (Ha! Yeah) All my bitches got real hair chillin' with the top down (Yeah) Screamin' like ayo I'ma take her ass down if she bring her friend around Fuck 'em both like ayo I'm a bougie ass nigga, left the roof at home We poppin' like ayo Ayo, ayo But don't be actin' like I need you Yeah, this that fly shit (I need you) King shit only Drop top, no roof, ha! (I need you)

The Rap Monument

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Noisey

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We in the building Yeah Let's go King Push They think that they know, something 'bout my life Not in the same class, not on the same flight Maybe the same club, just not the same lights Both fucked the same bitch, just not the same night You just took her phone number, I just took her home with a- 'Nother bitch, ménage, Boomerang, Strange' Lipstick on my collar, Oscar de la Renta Your hijo pequeño, my nachos bel grande Stay sippin' that André, spent three stacks, that's André That Balmain, that Phillip Lim, they say I'm dressing like Kanye I'm everything that my rhymes say: breadwinner, brand owner Play Cloths, millionaire, trendsetter, landowner Hope your bitch don't land on him Drink in his hand with the sand on him You small time, you Hyundais Y'all couch niggas, we stand on 'em Dope money with a band on it Half gold, we got a hand on it D-Boys still ball the same, just gotta little bit of glam on it Yah! Yo, I got flames for your download link I let Ja Rule when I murder ink Murder pink, murder what you thought and what you think This Queens prodigy is the product of what you ain't Well packaged to distribute to the masters Plotted this since first grade classes Class is elements of a classic, I've got evidence of a master You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats Break necks of broke souls who hate me Hate he? You can't take my heat Fireball flow, can't bat in my league I'm the best rapper that's been slept on Stick around like gum that's been stepped on Stepped on, I stepped up, so what up? Tryna make bread with these damn cold cuts I cold crush every beat that I touch My words silk and my flow is pure plush Tell HudMo Dope says, "What's up?" Go Dreamer's a looney (Uh) Wish upon a star (So what's up?) I'm too cold for Pluto so I'm movin' back to Mars 'Cause this that spaceship, that space shit This that Category 5, this that quake, bitch, that quake, bitch See I'm so funked out, like out of here Like blue lights in the basement And it's a red state, in Georgia with it Last verse, did you get it? Nah Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle Eatin' your million dollar truffles, this acquirin' taste, nigga Tantalise so you can see the bigger picture that God is the light In the fixture or in the background Cut all the hatin' in the background 'Cause if music and money is the motive, then you're so gimmick Who's to tell me I can't have a trillion dollar grilled cheese sandwich? Boy stop playin', stop playin', I'm just sayin', just sayin' Go, go, go, go-go (Uh), go, go, go, uh Now who else wanna fuck with Hollyweird Go? Break up and roll it, light it and smoke it Pass it, don't hold it, lovin' that potent I'm drunk and I'm rollin', this pill got me open These bad hoes is gruntin', their booties is pokin' Out them little dresses, a nigga wanna fuck He don't even smoke, but tell Butter roll a blunt 'Cause I'm way too drunk and I'm too turnt up And I brought my own drugs and I do my own stunts Young and I'm wildin', new drugs, I try 'em He'll call me RetcH, but your bitch call me Brian In Polo I'm stylin', it's all that I'm rockin' If you catch me out in 'Lo it's a problem 'Less it's a Champion suit, then I'm trappin' Fuck with me, I got all this 'Lo all from raggin' (What?) Used to have a nigga that was down to get to clappin' Seen it on a video, he yappin' to the captain That nigga snitchin', R86 him These niggas trannies 'cause these niggas switchin' And these niggas bitchin' more than these bitches And I'm just so sick of this shit, it's ridiculous Middle finger to the feds and bitches all day Take her out to eat then I make a bitch pay And my wine on chill and my shrimps sautéed And I'm chillin' in L.A. with a bitch for the day Look, ain't that a bitch? Foot up on the gas, ain't no brakes in this bitch Cover girl givin' face to the Crip Somethin' 'bout a nigga on the way to the chips High off the money and I'm wasted as shit High off the life and she can't get a grip Hundred dollar cup and you can't get a sip I'm a million dollar nigga, you should take you a flick Hundred thousand dollar car where I sit And my broad is the shit, Crenshaw in the 6 Got it parked at the Shell in front of all of the Crips You either ball or you brick She don't know money so she callin' you rich You ain't got game so you fall for the shit Spend it all in this bitch 'til it's gone and she split Now you feel like a wimp Talkin' 'bout what you was buildin' and shit Got you all up in your feelings and shit Problem is, she addicted to the real nigga shit To the real nigga shit 50 dollar, hundred dollar bill nigga shit Gold crown on a real nigga wrist Fresh like my nephew Khalil in this bitch .40 cal, no concealing the shit Four gun cases, I'm still with this shit Backlit, wood wheel when I whip Got her right up on my lap, that's a real nigga risk In the field on my tip Hoes like Phil then I Stockton assist It ain't no stoppin' the shit, so avoid the potholes, put stocks on the 6 Got Mary blowing Jane We fucking high, sex on a plane Hey newscaster, we about to rain Get love in the club because we fill the section with pain, c'mon Blow him up, finna explode All of Hell's Kitchen praying he don't stick to the stove God got me, illumi-not-me written in bold Slept on, now I'm everywhere like g-g-g-go crazy Buy 150, let me tell y'all now, I want Nikki Lift her up like helicopter far away from her fellow Let her play Problem While problem tongue play with propeller (What) Keep fresh just in Margielas Diamond lane running thangs ain't shit you can tell us (Don't tell us nothing) Done everything, ain't shit you can sell us Money over bullshit, friction derail us (Naw!) Compton niggas, yeah we take it or leave it Know once it's almost over tryin' to jerk the wheel You nervous, like them cutters he'd inject the speed And you think you mothafucka faking me, my nigga? (What) Yeah I bet a nigga crawl to the crown I'm a boss, hire hoes while I bottle out I see them niggas shaking hands and biting styles Got her to stay city in 'cause I fired her spouse 'Cause I'm a mad man Just fuck niggas like the Klan, man Put you to sleep like the Sandman Give me the throne, I'm a chairman (Diamond) Rolex beat, it's time for just winning, no fakes Just copped more .4 5's and 9's and I ain't talking bout no Js Please be afraid but I ain't the shooter, Chachi-palooza Riding shotty in the Chevy bitch old as a cougar Lyrical Ruger, pop your medulla You lukewarm, boy, go get you a cooler please Your bitch know that I'm cooler, please Your bitch know that I'm cooler, please So cool I could fucking die if I drop a few degrees Boss daddy use the porthole please Get it good girl, use your knees, I love them brainiacs Yeah, my last ho had a few degrees (For real) Back on my Compton shit, demonic how I demolish shit Angelic with my intuition Student of game make hoes pay tuition (Huh) No dice, no pill, but I'm on a roll That one nigga that Kendrick can't control (What) Problem (Check!) That Ambien in my ink pen Move the brown squares like Wheat Thins Y'all five days and a weekend Stay smokin' on that defense That's two or three and I'm zonin' Got money like I cloned it Your bitch came through and I owned it Rims on the Caddy and I ice cream coned it Homie, you ain't hitting on nothin' Drop that top when I hit that button (Beep) Pimp so hard it's a full time job Swear, 12 stacks in my glove box Bitch niggas, tell me what it's gon' be Young nigga chop it up 223 (Do, do, do ,do) Come to the D, don't hit OGs And my advice is stay low-key (Uh-huh) Bitch we great, bitch we great (Great), fuckin' set (Set) Bitch we jump up, bitch we jump up, we gotta have it Gotta get, get, we gotta get, get, we gonna take it first We jump, said bitch we jump, we gotta make it (Yeah) Couple racks up on them Wikki stiks Yo bitch, she smoked my trippy stick Ridiculous, put dick on tit, spit on clit And it's over with, I'm over it No sober shit, drink 'til I just throw up and shit Y'all ho told me come over here So guess what nigga it's over with And it's over with Fresh out the wave pool, my niggas made cool We wrote the blueprint for the shit y'all niggas try to do If I'm not outside, then I'm probably inside your boo My team's official, you ain't shit, that's why she's trying my crew Pardon me, I move retardedly This shit is old to me, the real New York is part of me I'm always shopping, keep it fly, Lauren is archery Don't get it twisted, realistic, I could part the sea My life is fast, I take a chance when I insert the key And then I turn it up, that's really how you work the V Your stash ain't never dry if you getting your work from me We do this fly shit perfectly, we're enough to rise the mercury Heat nigga, street nigga Reflect those both when I be rapping on the beat, nigga Looking Cambodian while standing at the podium My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them Laurenovich Stop by, tryna see a nigga, all I buy is these trees, king 100 ki's in them streets, nigga, mask me up in grease Sneaker game is lethal, NY, them eagles Fly through, get high too, fly as hell, might as well Hire you the live group, come through with that live crew Birds chirpin', cop that Birkin, boo, yo, I supplied you Liable to be in Beirut, no Beirut, this debut Slick, little niggas get gun poundin', keep moving, who saved you? Play who? Not me, me and Bronson, not we Two real niggas sitting in the East Coast Ice is on, heat close Fuck around and kill one of y'all clown ass niggas, word up Take your two, take your hat Take a nap, put your ass ton the ground, little niggas We pound niggas and drown niggas and Hemmied up, that brown, niggas All my niggas get stemi'd up, Hennessy, Louis V Me and you, me and her, we as one and she is done Battle rap me three to one, freedom after, kingdom come Triple hundred K in my duffle Give a hundred K to my muscle Slept a hundred days, just wakin' up Need a brick, just break it up Break it down, then take the cut We shave around like a taper cut I weigh the pound, if you hatin' us 'Bout to paint the town, most hated what Most hated what Grab the dice then shake 'em up Talked hundreds since eight and up You lost the onions, no makin' up No blunts but y'all fake as fuck It's gym time and I'm shapin' up I've been foulin', when Blake get up You gon' waste a life, you need to hang it up Dreams, click clack Man down with that chrome Uz' On his back like "Nigga don't move" Word to mother, we don't lose Talk butter like we don't move See Gutter, be home soon See Gutter, he'll be home soon What's good? Talk the money, what's good? Haters frontin', what's good? I'm pullin' up like, "What's good?" You know I got it, what's good? My people's 'bout it, what's good? Never stop, we never settle Gotta push the pedal in that hood What's good? Talk the money, what's good? Haters frontin', what's good? I'm pullin' up like, "What's good?" You know I got it, what's good? My people's 'bout it, what's good? Never stop, we never settle Gotta push the pedal in that hood I sit in the back of the room, legs crossed, melting wax Another free drink so soon? All good, knock it back Red lights, heart attack, just a dream with no end in sight Waking up to evening, now it seems I live this rotten life Spoiled rotten life, frozen hair with burning hands Coming out to dance with other drones who couldn't give a damn But when the night calls, redcurrant lipstick with the lights off Look at all the bottles lined up, wondering who they could pop for Golden ember to the black floor, burning monks to feel the timbre Part of the action, retweet, now you're the attraction Sit around and watch them, watch their faces and reactions Then blur the lines until the sun is back on your horizon Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe Inhale, potent marijuana running shit like the mayor Rap game Peter Parker web swinging through the air My minds in the clouds and I ain't got a beer See I ain't got a care kill them now and reap the benefits Coldest nigga out and I ain't sold no fucking disc Henny bottle-eater, three grams in the fuckin' spliff Call it what you want, I'm a zombie, bitch, I'm off this shit Yo', Prada never gonna pile up if you can't follow this game, nigga My team smoking that green If you ain't seen me then you must be a lame, nigga And I'll give you three shots hold this heat down Shorty pussy so wet she could soak a beach towel But meanwhile, Effortless, so she thought it was a freestyle Everybody wanna floss like a G now What about me? Never had a bitch nigga doubt me Zombie gang all y'all niggas pace is shit On some basic shit it's no wonder that you sound the same So forever am I living staying out of prison Mommy told me different but these hoes don't hear it Forever am I living staying out of prison Mommy told me different but these hoes don't hear it I heard life's a bitch so I spit and stimulate her clit Hitting licks Henny shots hitting licks on the ave Hitting licks who is this? that be Meech Zombie walking casualty beat the beat till it's actually fragments Coke off her areola and no not a can of soda Tearing flesh pussy pink look like Cam's Range Rover No High school diploma but baby I'm a street soulja School of the hard knocks every class I leap over Smith and Wesson .500, long nose, mazel tov Shoot a man who squeal then I peel like an old cut Like my women heightened and not even trying And if she leaky leaky then Meechy gon' dive in Ha, mic check check me, skin darker than Wesley Two-eighths of shrooms got me dancing like Mr. Bentley Mind yo' fuckin' business, why you think the whip is tinted? The darkest nigga in it sparking up to infinite Renegade, nigga, let's get it straight from the gate I'ma tell you what it is, I'ma tell you what it ain't See you ain't gotta question Or better yet second guess anything that I might say You see not a single syllable is out of place I rock a venue, people barely know my name What I'm tryna tell you is I ain't gotta tell you a fuckin' thing I'ma show so you know, niggas either do or they don't And bein' number two is what I won't be I'm silencin' lambs and sheep, don't sleep Cause my characteristics are that of a cannibal Call this shit Hannibal Lecter My timing's impeccable, sharp like a razorblade And you look dissectible, I've been on my mind for days 'Cause homie we've been in the grind for years Southern eagle nigga, fuck 'em all mane, we don't fly in fear I grew up in the city where they figured they can kill dreams when they kill King Niggas stay shot, shit stay locked, I stay strapped, fuck you mean? 'Bout my green, I need bread, I'm like "Fuck the rest" When I need bread, I'm like "Fuck the rest" I be up all night tryna chase the check Prolly spent it fast, I need to make it back M.E.M.P.H.I.S, they could never stop me Check these lames and pimp this game, let's put it in my pocket And they will never know 'bout all the nights that we prayed All the meetings we took, and all the records we played I tried to tell 'em I'm the shit, but they told us, "no way" With no cuts, they're like a barber, they're about to catch fade My number one rule is that I gotta get paid I've been thinkin' this way since I was in the 6th grade No English, I ain't talk, but boy could add In the school of hard knocks I'm a fuckin' grad In these Pumas I'ma run shit, high so I'm above shit Lame ass niggas I don't fuck with A Bathing Ape trucker, I'm a fly mothafucka My team lookin' at me like every time it's supper Cause they know I'm gon' feed 'em, Rocky been a boss I ain't worried 'bout the price cause I can clearly pay the cost I'm the sharpest guy around and I'ma always cut my loss Then come back for the win, I'ma make it, then I spin Real West Side nigga, 4.2 bitch They might pull the piece, somebody call a Buddhist Your bitch put me high up on a nigga to-do list You can do that, fuck nigga do this And yeah I'm from the slimiest place where the bombs are pacin' Niggas call me Jason when the guns are chasin' Might hit 'em with the TEC, yeah the foul is flagrant You be on gay shit Hand in the bowl when your hand really cold Work the light in the day shift I don't really give a fuck as long as I get paid shift New Cadillac, chopper, no new blade shit I go crazy on this beat right now I really gotta go and spit heat right now Don't matter what the fuck it's Prada Well fitting suits eating on clam chowder Knock it out the park like Erik Estrada Remember I was shoppin' at Family Dollar Got your main bitch Facebookin', beggin' for a swallow Pop this pill then I pop my collar Park this shit then I toss a couple dollars Instagram, gon' post for some follows I've been in and out my zone if you really wanna know I got Hen and got Patron if you're really tryna go Oh, you don't know Bamz? I'm what the music game need Like Rich when he just came home And then gave the keys to a cherry 3 Series Oh, you don't know Bamz? Fucker, that AK go chopped 7:30 my time, I'm on psychiatric watch Oh, you don't know Bamz? Show and prove for what? I got XXL mula, I got bitches tryna get fucked Oh, you don't know Bamz? Now you're dead, pussy boy catch up Pool junkie rack up, nigga, act up Trunk with the MAC, truck bulletproofed up Oh, you don't know Bamz? Double parked on murder lane 187 my address, Boulevard of Pain Oh, you don't know Bamz? My cellphone backed up My clientele meet once, no voice mail, just call me up, uh 646 684 01 01, hit me up when you want that coke Hit me up when you want more drugs 646 684 01 01, hit me up when you want that coke Hit me up when you want more drugs As I sit back and roll up this black demeanor Reminiscing on my past, still dreaming about that Bimmer Shit, I never was that kid in the streets gripping on Ninas Instead, I was that nigga puffin' reefer, fucking lolitas With the baddest features Dog 'em then it's onto the next like I do my sneakers That was the life I was living, careless about their feelings Caught cheating, ask for forgiveness, of course I got my way But now I'm older and wiser, cruising through summer days With a little Ma riding in the passenger, she rolling up that lavender Purple cannabis rapture, head high like a Jersey in the rafters You wing a Frazier, some smart players until we major Traveling the world, collecting paper, pissing off these haters Come back home and invest in something then ball out later In five star restaurants high as hell when I tip my waiter Providing for my seed when I bring one in this world But until that day gets here I'm thinking about these joints, twerk Lord have mercy I'm so motherfucking fresh to death, better call my hearse My hearse a 72442 with an all wood wheel and that bitch'll vert My Oldmobile is a cold mobile Got a cold, young chick down in Mobile My stacks so fat can't even hold that Fold that, lay flat like I lack no wheel Lay flat like I lack no wheels for real A nigga had to cold the corner, move crack for real Move crack for real, no rap shit But I rap rap shit, my rap shit for real So you rapping ass rabbit ass ratchet ass niggas Gotta listen to these raps for real Cuz, I don't give a fuck if you a Blood or a cuz 'Cause I draw blood for real Tryna hang in my city, tryna see a bitch titty, no pity Nigga, you'll get hit for real These maggot ass hoes ain't hit on shit They'll set you up for the loot shit, man Thinking that's your bitch, better have your shit Better have quick hands like Gucci Mane Niggas tryna get a brick of Kathy Lee Gifford Better be strapped like Clifford It's the big, black nigga gripper of the big black pistol I suggest you confess where you keeping all the money, mister At the worst you'll see a hearse But at the best he just will pistol whip ya Get to see you child and live Lord have mercy, please forgive 'em, gone Young Del God is handsome, your girl, she's on ransom She don't wanna come back, cause you don't make her cum On the beats I do go dumb and I do her till she numb And I make her soaking wet when she grab that water gun Now fuck that brag rap, man, I'm Batman, I'm Bruce Wayne I'm kickin' it, I'm Liu Kang, I'm killing these niggas, they're too lame Unorthodox, they too tame, I'm right hand but play left I'll chop a trend down 'til there ain't no more plain left Now pay respect to them gods, niggas Not talkin' church, I'm talkin' rides niggas On boulevards when we ride, hovercrafts cause we fly Q Gang 'til I die, pyramid on my eye Button up on my chest, right now chain on top, no tie While I'm choppin' up this Thai food Young Del God make god moves Young Del God say "fuck fate", if I lose then I choose to This that chateau rap, that shit that niggas ain't used to Might salad fork while I choose to while I'm fine dining on YouTube, bruh I'm a king, I said that I'm a king Go to Onyx with a Onyx on, Nefertiti on my ring I'm back in this bitch bashing, these rappers be swagger jacking Clap 'em not, they don't even matter, one two, this lung been splattered And I heat a pistol on something, I keep a fifth on the belt Pulling out the needles with the liable, make sure it ain't sitting on the shelf Cause I ain't light on the body, fuck waiting in your lobby Hannah Montana finally did grew up, I've been waiting on Miley I'm gangbanging 'til I break my fingers 'Til all my family members speak the slanguage I ain't even drop no album yet Off mixtapes, that's how I've been maintaining If you offended, nigga, sorry, in backs there is bodies Have your best friend, cuzzo, uncle, pops and another Bury you in front of everybody If I ain't been who you are, I don't fuck with you If I fuck with you, then I'm stuck with you I'm stuck with you, I'll shoot it out Do some years and a couple months with you, woo Lyrically I am the epitome of a real MC Biblically I am Timothy, visually I am Tripoli Full of bigotry, fighting with Gaddafi over liberty Politically I'm Barack smoking pot, sipping Hennessy That's my only vice, old school noisy pipes I ain't tryna be the richest, I'm cool with an M like Obie Trice Rappers sing the same song, it must be karaoke night That shit sound like you sang the hokey pokey twice But this the main event, can't tell me that I ain't a prince A one-hit wonder to your girl cause I came and went But this that fly talk, smoke it, you'll get high off The best thing to happen to the street since the sidewalk Or the stop sign, or the shots flying From a Glock 9, now the block crying, I don't freestyle, I jot mine Call me Mr. 1-800, all I got is hotlines These niggas tell so many stories they can overlook the skyline Biatch Thugger! Y'all got me drunk as hell, uh Now I been red since I was little like Robin Hood They been hatin' on me, cutting my cable cords They gon' hate on her when she come in Michael Kors Meanwhile, your bitch in the 'Lac, grippin' this wood I want you She went to grabbin' for my jewels, I told her Buy yourself a squad, and you can roll it, roll it She know she can't have it, that shit love my woadie She want to buy him a chinchilla She see I'm servin' foreign country boys from the village Always, I gotta stand her No, she don't want nobody else to eat but her She be like fuck them bitches, stack the digits Compliment this Fendi fit, condiment or sentimental She ride three deep with molly in the middle Put Micky Thompsons all on my Jeep Ain't got no handprint on my golds, they all on the seat Ten-thousand-dollar toe ring, featured by E Bitches know it's time out This bitch be fucking me so good, I be like, "Time out!" They want to fuck me 'til I tell 'em all to time out And how she stroke it, I can't coach it, I'm like, "Time out!" I'm not no snitch, but I be tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em Tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em I'm so tired of tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em Tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, now I'ma show 'em Her posse beat me by the threes, I call 'em Reggie Miller She roll my weed in giant 'gar, she tall like 'Zilla, I want you Baby, don't you run from me, you know I want you She down with Slime, she got a tattoo of an anaconda Thugger getting high in London Bitches walking 'round naked, no pajamas Lil' homie ranned off with lots of lumber For that, I'm gonna fuck your aunt, your sis, your mama Then pop a bean together She want to feel just like I feel, we growin' wings together Everything perfect about her, can't get my thing together I turn her up and we shit out earthlings together Just do it like Mykko Montana, my father say I got stamina I'm cooking the Hannah Montana-na, I bury these hoes like sandals them I kill every one of my features, I spend all my money on divas My pockets on yellow pages, just like a beeper They found Max B prints in my way Bitch, I rode the Red Sea through my biblical days No roof, snow boots, and that Persian Mercedes Perving the 80's, you ain't never surf with the Brady's Ric Flair, a heavyweight champion Got Trish Stratus with them panties on singing "daddy's home" Bust it, in these Space Jams, I'm a Monstar Do-rag, tote on, that cake blocked in an arm war So rumble, young man, rumble Young killa when he came out the jungle Young dealer in the rains with the bundles Gets no realer, get chipped when you stumble Eat the ox on the foil, ten toes in the soil Chop chop 'till he drop, fuck what you thought I never leave my life with a lawyer Eyes wide with my head on the swivel Choose a side or get left in the middle I just treat with the sand on the beach When the desert eagles meet, then I'm finna beat Rest them in their sleep, you can lose 'em to the beef Move or we shooting in the jeep Homicide coming through the sneaks Your hands ain't moving with your cheek Bag 'em up and move 'em up the creek On my test, got a story to 'em Like all my raps weigh more than music The more I write, the better I do it and right now my stock is up I do me from day one, huh, my nigga you know where it hit fours Still fuck with me at day one hundred, cause I don't play, I gets off Piss off, bitch, you ain't lit, you just a nigga saying shit Rappers burn out faster than cancer sticks Mobb Deep is that truth, liar, Prodigy is that fuel fire Come try me, I show better than tell, Infamous empire I'm on point like the state building I stay sharper than razor blades Think you doing the most, I give you the most Slashes to the face, hoes like "he so angry", uh Trust me bitch, you gon' thank me Cause when it pop and the smoke gone We gon' walk outta here safely Fuck with me, I got you, real nigga, no costume This modern art that I spit, it's not no bullshit, and colossal So pour it up, pour it up, that's how we ball out Cause when I bomb on these niggas it's worse than nuclear fall out Keep the small bills separate from the hundreds, please That bank vault can't talk but the numbers read And the tellers makin' statements, breakin' all the codes This ain't a mothafuckin' date, we takin' all the hoes Shop 'til I drop, freshest corpse in the morgue Lookin' like a fashion fossil, I'm Gianni reborn Four, I was voted most likely to trap It's survival of the trillest, nigga, die or adapt Waste a lot of champagne but I don't waste a drop of time Public with my gang relations, throwin' up the proper signs Sawed off the shotty, got the chopper circumcised Chevy so clean, look like I dipped that bitch in turpentine All my homies certified, hottest nigga outchea Looked like Joan, we burned alive Thought that I would ball 'til I fall, then I learned to fly Spread my wings They say success is contagious so I share my dreams Bolo swingin' from left to right I'm not a cholo but I know hoes out in SoHo lovin' my ethnic type When I smile for the photo looking like Lobo Me and my bloodshot eyes,I pass on the Bud Light Lime Just pass me that brew of St. Ides Got cash, I ain't gotta think twice Unconventional shit, pretentious hipsters that diss Half-assed review on Fader, still get no love from Pitchfork Nigel Rubirosa, que la cosa? Feet up on the sofa Heat up on the holster, World's Fair! Yeah, you know us 11-36-8 be the zip code Corona, Queens nigga, that's what I call home Feet on the dash, mind on the ass Racin' the Sun just so I can get dome Pimped the shorties I've been with My friends that had me evicted It's been two years and I'm slippin' Still got no pot to piss in As far as everyone goes, they can suck and kneel on it We have another song, gotta fuckin' feel it Got my eyes on the Harley and I'm trying to peel it Had my eyes on the bitch but she married Keaton Got no job so I'm hardly eatin' And you eatin' then we fuckin' beefin' I need a pie and pizza just to meet up for a fuckin' feature Man, they don't wanna see a nigga Winning in a mothafucka, happier than a mothafucka You know lightweight grinnin' in a mothafucka When you're a dead guy and you on that high So the whole world spinnin' in a mothafucka And a couple young angels hide their halo Cause they're 'bout to start sinnin' in a mothafucka They don't wanna see a nigga on the upswing In a black tux with cufflinks When you're the reason that every single girl in the party Wanna dance and cuff drinks When you're the reason that shit gets ran And mothafuckas wheezin' to keep up with the plan And the other niggas show up at your function Actin' all anti-social, no, a nigga fan Run up on your mama puttin' money in her hand And you do that shit again and again and again Pull up in the 8, goin' home with a 10 And you really can't defend or depend on your friends Ex girlfriend wanna key up the Benz When the Sun comes up, nigga we up to win Mothafuck you man, all you do is set trends And you do that shit again and again and again Ugh, ugh, got those motherfucking custom Roshes, feel me? This big beard cover my face Until my mother gets her first crib My hand's on some surf shit, my Spanish mami perfect Fuck around and get your father's shirt lift Drop a thousand on some sake and some urchin Swing the Dodge Viper lefty like I'm Randy Johnson Hand me the Thompson, I'll spill your clams on the carpet Then eat some snails with some garlic, paint the town with a harlot Cream FILAs and Carhartt, three-wheelin out the car lot Put the snorkel on the Wrangler cause I'm silly I chip a little piece of brick into the Philly My daughter's neck is chilly, my son's neck is chilly My mother wrist so cut look like it got bit by a grizzly And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth, ain't afraid to hold heat Control the Jeep, that's for the slow creep Ya fuckin' pussy smells like old meat It's me Heema the highest human, flyest cummin' in my unit I ?, the shorties swoonin', and they want to get to spoonin' Never wished i was taller, himanshu ain't no midget Never wished i was a baller, if I want it, then I get it I built a fucking blueprint, like who the fuck you kidding? I'm ridin' around and I'm gettin' it, if it's mine, I'm spending You lames and you fall, I'm like 2 Chainz when I ball Got Husseins on my feet and Husains on my wall Hussein Chalayans, a pretty girl said that's fancy Unless his name is Hussein, give a fuck who your mans be My shoes got dials, they ain't got laces If you got beef, I show up with many faces Been to many places where we leaving many casings Running 'round, man, but we never catch no cases Give a fuck about what you say, kicking it with like two babes Top off, toupee, hot as fuck, creme brûlée There's no way I can care about much You probably do the most and it's never enough King Midas, I can make gold with a touch Change my location to awesome, you should address me as such Swear this game, you have to know it like the back of your hand Destined to be like Superman for as long as you can Wondering what's the purpose without living a life so grand The worst hand is having the world without a master plan I feel like you gotta pardon Mike for taking over this Earth Despite sleepless nights and long flights And I don't like discussions unless it concerns a price If you make it out of spite, you still make it so it's alright I spit magic, so cold and lavish Bad broads perform sexual acts in traffic So smooth, the saxophone and jazz is It's horrendous what you lack and focus on what you have in the G More than average, I'm nothing to test If it's to me, you step and contest, then bring your best Give it your all, now women beg me to call And unless we overseas, we don't shop in the mall Consider this move so private I've become urban myth My aim is so swift, with this I can't miss Top notch, number one on everybody's list I promise to kill them all 'til everybody's missed I never sell drugs, I took 'em, I don't write rhymes, I cook 'em I'm from the Old New York Where you got your chain snatched and your kicks tooken I put my city up like I'm bench pressin' Scorin' high off the fresh pressses, brutal, last in 10 seconds Jolly good, body good, I met a stripper named Hollywood In Hollywood, glass slipper and she gave me the sloppy goooood So you should tip her if you execute, young leisure suit Larry with no extra loot, my ex left me destitute So chances are I don't remember you if I slept with you You want karats, I'm turnin' rappers to vegetables City of God, I'm askin' what would the devil do? Instagram it, I forever rule, Ricky Super villain, I'm killin', kick in the door Watch me spillin' 'em, fuckin' winnin' Straight killin' haters, they catchin' them feelings See me grillin', me drillin', me like we chillin' But really see I'm fulfillin' their fantasies Like I'm fuckin' my frienemies Yo what's up, see me on motherfucker tryna get buck Where in the world did he get that from? When the bass drop down and he kick that drum (drum) So what's up? Where in the world did he get that from? Where in the world did he get that from? When the bass drop down and he kick that drum Yeah I've been known to really fuck it up No damn, no shit, not zip zap zup Speedin' on the highway, Bronco truck When you ask for the Katz, mothafucka here I come Yeah I've been known to really fuck it up No damn no shit zip zap zup Speedin' on the highway, Bronco truck When you ask for the Katz, mothafucka here I come A muthafucka need that work? Well I got it right here Need motivation for the ass to gon' twerk? Well I got it right here If you need that thing, that thing, then I got it right here Yeah, motherfucker, I got it right here, I got it right here A muthafucka need that work? Well I got it right here Need motivation for the ass to gon' twerk? Well I got it right here If you need that thing, that thing, then I got it right here Yeah muthafucka, I-- muthafucka I got it right here I said most of these niggas gon' hate, me and my niggas get paid One nigga swing then we all gon swing, we all gon catch that case Couple blunts to the face, got a nigga straight Rappin' on beats got a young nigga made What can I say? My closet got Bape I don't do delays, I want it today Noisy pack in my wrap, Hennessy in my cup Ginger ale if I chase, but I really don't do that much I really don't have no time, you ain't tryin' to get no funds Doin' this shit 'til I die, I'm rollin' and smokin' on drugs Rollin' up, chokin' up on the kush smoke Whip sick, big wheels, Big Willie shit Hot boxer, hot sauna, car full, thick I love the constituents, is down to get their lids peeled Still pimpin', ridin' 'round town gettin' low With my bright skin shawty, call her light show She like Reese I'm tryna light that Show love, she hold me down like an ice pack It's big faces on faces bruh, big faces on faces bruh Dead men in my pockets got me goin' up It's goin' face down if a nigga flex us Yeah, in God we trust, but bands is a must We gotta get that, spend that, get that Re-up, recoup, repeat that Say deuce 9 in that ending, been winning since the beginning Did a couple shows, need a couple more That price right but we skippin' But to our niggas, we gettin' it with that work I turn into a chemist Walter White, send a cake to my niggas locked up in prison Free my nigga Chris, and free my uncle Marky Now tell them they fucked up When they told 'em they could start me Cause I ain't lettin' up, they're talkin' 'bout the best They better mention us, yeah they better mention us Apartment off Rocky, rottweiler just to watch it Maybachs for the profit, get a Lexus for my mama Hail Marys for our fathers, press the pedal to get farther In that new thing, no tags, nigga, fuck the dollar All about it so don't fuckin' bother My loose change got me Bruce Wayne, and a 3 page spread I was sleepin' on the flow, just a couple months later Now I'm purchasing the flow, East Coast King, god, pharoah Feared the sensei, gold for bone marrow, save My name is running coyote I'm on peyote with the queen, running on waves I will make water out of Hennessy Target my ankh, I was born a public enemy Reign insurmountable A woman will make me climax but she won't be ending me This is not a dream, marchin', in all black A Black Clan king, respect the illustrator Don't you dare ever try the Elohim, fuck flexin' I say my name when I name drop, son Who's the god in this pantheon? Two-9, Alkebulan, Alkebulan, Alkebulan, Alkebulan Get up kid, put your head to your knees like a sit-up, bitch Get too live for the crew, Two-9 We're the new 2 Live Crew, give up, bitch Send 'em all to Hell, kill this shit Spit it like braille, gotta feel this shit Gotta check up, haters still sick Yellin' kill 'em all and I'm on ball like I'm Billups, bitch Runnin' our heart, sit up bitch Hard to go to sleep, all we know is work Catch no Zs, chilled on purp And ya bitch came second but my bills on first East Side nigga, still my turf Pierce like 'Matic, hoes still at it Swing like a batter and my crew goin' at it Best believe that that shit gon' hurt Toot up the French horn, the fog machine is sandstorm Ain't go to camp Cordless toward the performer that's keepin' your amps warm 'Fore the fans swarm all but the limousine Swear to God that's in between Indigo indie dream, you intervene, yeah, that's a Spit 16 Hearts inside of my tip jar, like a bleedin' heart beneath wood floor And if every lion is purrin' then I'ma be certain I let my engine roar I'm swingin' swords and swingin' chains Singin' pure and bangin' strange This Alexander Spit and I'm off the wall like Vans, I'm changin' lanes Driftin' around whatever it is this game became Like gorillas and orangutans, go bananas and bangarang They say I'm prayin' to that cross for all of that 15 minute fame But I'ma get in your ears and the god's here So baby just open your bra zip and just let them titties out And let 'em bounce like this was Paul Revere I'm 7.0in' on Pitchfork, I'm 10-0in' on this court This Alexander Spit with a pistol, dro is full of his disorders, I got this Better have my check, I need that first Before I move, before I step See I been burned it don't take long And learn quick, it ain't no twice I gave my time, I gave my life So I won't bet what all I spent I'm trying to be good, I'll take your bitch And I ain't even playin, just ask my clique You know my steez, trying to get real A-Town Got that or either got sump'n to give away Big feet on the bottom of a Chevrolet Everybody and they mamma sell plenty hay Need to ride with the weight scale Propped up in the seat trying to get that My broad on da eastside ho nigga Tell Bron Bron we can bring the Heat back I'm a champ, I support it, flipping through the hundred Cool Club with it, running to the money I'm in shape, I'm in shape stacking cake Duncan Hines go get "Faith" thats my last tape I'm on 10, I'm on fire, I'm on point, I'm on smash Rolly on my dash, breaking down in my Cad' I'm Atlanta, ScottyATL ho 1 space that's a Y not an IE Slipped in ain't even check ID, game need me I'ma rap IV Year before '83, I be the kid who found ET Tell him teach me all he know, prolly make him smoke some dope Call a bitch over for throat and put her on some game Just to get up in her brain and now she out makin' me change I'm full of dynamite, throw her on the blade, no Wesley Snipes Young Roxanne, baby, sell that body to the night I'm trife as fuck, light the blunt, get high enough to die for once Throw the pad at Christ, they askin' God how do I write this stuff The Lord never liked me much, but I'm sayin', "Oh well" Blazin' up with the devil, watchin' old Hell in the Cell Matches your favorite actress, blasted, naked on my mattress Polygraphs break, you say I ain't the illest nigga rappin' The fucking captain of this multi million dollar faction Commander and chief, my sons is Son of Sam with the beef We get loot, always ran from police You bitch niggas lose your head if you speak I ash the doobie off the cruise ship And flew hash, cheffin' out of Ruth Chris Two bitches tellin' me they do sniff What do you know? So much wax in this blunt I'm smokin' You'd thinkin' I'm fuckin' Madame Tussauds You think I'm fuckin' mad, I'm too so I'm out of it, bitch, oh, nah, fuck that Bring them fuckin' trumpets back Light a dub sack for my niggas who slung crack On a daily basis, sip liquor, I never chase it Fucker I'm the greatest, carve a statue of my face, bitch

My Way

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Fetty Wap

{Monty}

NickE on the track Ayy, yeah, baby Squaaa, ayy, ayy (Skrrt) Baby, won't you come my way? Got something I want to say Cannot keep you out my brain But first off I'ma start by sayin' this, ayy All headshots if you think you could take my bitch, ayy And I'm too turnt, when I shoot, swear I won't miss, ayy Ba-Baby, won't you come my way? Baby, won't you come my way? Ba-Ba-Baby This is something you should know I don't ever chase no hoes I spotted you, you had that glow Watch me pull out all this dough Take you where you want to go Flexin' on your ex, I know He ain't ever take you out Barely even left your house How dare that nigga run his mouth When his pockets in a drought? The last single he put out Didn't even make it out And he dumb as hell and I swear his ass don't think, ayy If he disrespect, two shots and I won't blink, ayy Never really cared what the fuck these niggas think, ayy I got deep pockets, I swear my shit's on sink, ayy And he mad as fuck, big ZooWap all she sing, ayy And he mad as fuck, big ZooWap in her dreams, ayy Well, he mad as fuck, when they sex she scream for me, ayy Big ZooWap what these niggas should be, ayy Baby, won't you come my way? Got something I want to say Cannot keep you out my brain But first off I'ma start by sayin' this, ayy All headshots if you think you could take my bitch, ayy And I'm too turnt, when I shoot, swear I won't miss, ayy Ba-Baby, won't you come my way? Baby, won't you come my way? Oh, baby girl, you can stay the night 'til the morn' All this ice on my arm, what you like, what you want? And I might put you on, bitch, it's mine can't you see? And I rock seventeen, all these knots in my jeans Me and Zoo turnin' up, got your boo in the cut And she sue cause it's looking like the roof going up Counting all this bread, I don't talk to feds Try and take my bitch, you gonna take two to the head Cause baby you the baddest, all this money, I'ma cash it And I'm swervin' all in traffic While I'm trapping out the mansion And I'm moving through the tri-state Do two-hundred on the highway And I'm swerving in my i8 Baby, you should come my way Squad!

Only One

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Kanye West

{"Paul McCartney"}

As I lay me down to sleep I hear her speak to me Hello 'Mari, how ya doin'? I think the storm ran out of rain, the clouds are movin' I know you're happy, 'cause I can see it So tell the voice inside ya head to believe it I talked to God about you, he said he sent you an angel And look at all that he gave you You asked for one and you got two You know I never left you 'Cause every road that leads to Heaven's right inside you So I can say Hello, my only one, just like the mornin' sun You'll keep on risin' 'til the sky knows your name Hello my only one, remember who you are No you're not perfect but you're not your mistakes Hey, hey, hey, hey Oh, the good outweighs the bad even on your worst day Remember how I'd say Hey hey one day, you'll be the man you always knew you could be And if you knew how proud I was You'd never shed a tear, have a fear, no you wouldn't do that And though I didn't pick the day to turn the page I know it's not the end every time I see her face, and I hear you say Hello my only one, remember who you are You got the world 'cause you got love in your hands And you're still my chosen one So can you understand? One day you'll understand So hear me out, hear me out I won't go, I won't go No goodbyes, no goodbyes Just hello, just hello And when you cry, I will cry And when you smile, I will smile And next time when I look in your eyes We'll have wings and we'll fly Hello my only one, just like the mornin' sun You'll keep on risin' 'til the sky knows your name And you're still my chosen one, remember who you are No you're not perfect but you're not your mistakes Hey, hey, hey, hey Tell Nori about me, tell Nori ab- I just want you to do me a favor Tell Nori about me, tell Nori about me Tell Nori about me, tell Nori about me Tell Nori about me, tell Nori about me Tell Nori about me, tell Nori about me Tell Nori about me...

Flex Ooh Ooh Ooh

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Rich Homie Quan

{}

Hey, oh, there it is, there it is, there it is There it is, there it is (Rich Homie, baby!) Walked in, thirty thousand in my pocket Had them niggas just like, "Ooh, ooh, ooh" 50,000 dollars on your bitch, wanna fuck me Got her screamin' like, "Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh" Cause I got a check, nigga wanna flex I ain't gotta flex, boy I got it, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Give that ho some x, she gon' wanna sex every nigga in the set And now she screamin' like "Ooh, ooh, ooh" (How much you made?) Made two million dollars off a mixtape And I'm fucking like, ooh, ooh, ooh They try to drop me with a case but you know I had done skated I was singing like, ooh, ooh, ohh Boy, I know my role and I play it If you heard that I'm talking, then I said it (Quan where you at?) At the top of the loft nigga, I stay I'm a bad boy but I don't wear big clothes like Ma$e In the club and a nigga get it boppin' And that ho, she want a free drink, tell the bitch to get up off me I'm the nigga to get it poppin', her hair short like Dennis Rodman At the Clearport nigga, we flying, when I landed, boy I Walked in, thirty thousand in my pocket Had them niggas just like, "Ooh, ooh, ooh" $50,000 on your bitch, wanna fuck me Got her screamin' like, "Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh" Cause I got a check, nigga wanna flex I ain't gotta flex, boy I got it, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Give that ho some x, she gon' wanna sex every nigga in the set And now she screamin' like, "Ooh, ooh, ooh" (How much you made?) $100,000 just in two days (Guess what?) I don't fuck with niggas cause they two-faced (That's right, that's right) I only fuck with bitches for their toupee (Their top, nigga) These Givenchys, I ain't worried about no new Jays Know this bitch who got a sack and she always got my back So I love that shit the most I'm her big dog and she my cat, and she love it from the back Call her green cause she on go (Green light) I wear glasses cause I know these niggas watchin' They mad cause they cannot stop me Boy stopping is not a option, I can't help it cause I got it Don't waste time, I got six watches Talkin' Rolex, yeah, I bought 'em Now I'm at the top, started from the bottom, then I Walked in, thirty thousand in my pocket Had them niggas just like, "Ooh, ooh, ooh" $50,000 on your bitch, wanna fuck me Got her screamin' like, "Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh" Cause I got a check, nigga wanna flex I ain't gotta flex, boy I got it, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Give that ho some x, she gon wanna sex every nigga in the set And now she screamin' like, "Ooh, ooh, ooh" (How much you made?) $100,000 (How much, how much you made?) $100,000 (How much, how much you made?) Made two million dollars off a mixtape, had them folks like, "Ooh, ooh, ooh" Hey, get at me

Speedom Worldwide Choppers 2

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Tech N9ne

{Eminem,"Krizz Kaliko"}

I get to bustin' like I'm a thirty ought six When I'm rippin' the beat up, but then I heard he got pissed When I got at the top and they made him purty hot (Uh) 'Cause he knowin' that Tecca Nina's a dirty chopper (Uh) He's handle, holmes, here's a handful How in the hell he hoverin' havin' hella go ham though? I said to Seven, "Richie Havens'll be the man" So we put it together thinkin' Eminem was a gamble (uh) Guess not, 'cause he be the guest spot Kaliko said, "What we doin'?" - I said to him, "Let's chop!" So now the people finally get three of the best locked (Uh) Never be another chopper's comin' so let's rock, nigga! (Uh) You're on, people got to wonderin' if it's a for sure song Yes, I got another killer makin' a tour strong If you thinkin' of battlin'-uh, you're gone! Nobody can catch him, he the Speedy Gonzales The beat is a problem And if you got your feet in your mouth You gon' have to beat it up out of him It's a lot of 'em, and I mean a lot of 'em And me and Nina used to follow them I've got to audibly body them This is it, man, the hitman, the Ip Man, karate 'em And if fans will lift hands, we'll get dancin' out of 'em And in Kansas advanced to withstand a pile of 'em Who stands with two hands up movin' the crowd of 'em If I ain't makin' sense Then you better sample the amp of it like the bass It ain't ever been a gift for me to heat 'em I beat 'em, I burn 'em (Then I let 'em melt) They never heard of us, but look at 'em turnin' up (Uh) I slap the shirt off a super simpleton, make 'em be impotent If and when I be flippin', niggas be feminine (Okay) I said the purpose to pimp a pen And reverse the conditions I'm livin' in And do bigger numbers than Eminem Gotta be fast, or I'll smash on a nigga With half the cash I'm a little sicker, quicker than you figure (Ice cold) I make 'em shiver bigger than the winter If you half-ass deliverin' I'ma eat your dinner (Yum) Better than mine, oh no, not me, I mean other guys (Okay) I jump around, so do that mean that I'm rubberized? (Okay) Me and N9ne master, meaning we murderize We'll bleed 'em, beat 'em 'til they be gone, feed 'em! Speedom! (If you wanna go with us) Speedom! (I'ma leave 'em in the dust) Speedom! (I must be the one to bust) Speedom! (And I'm gonna hit the clutch) Speedom! (If you wanna go with us) Speedom! (I'ma leave 'em in the dust) Speedom! (I must be the one to bust) Speedom! (And I'm gonna hit the clutch) Sometimes (Go) I feel (Go) Like I'll never slow down (Worldwide Choppers) Sometimes (Go) I feel (Go) Like I'll never slow down (Worldwide Choppers) Wait! Before I wreck this beat, let me just check to see If Stephanie Mills left any extra refills Of ecstasy pills next to me, in the seats spilled Or she eat 'em all with a breakfast drink (You inspect the sink?) I'm in the habit of grabbin' a mic and babblin', I dabble in Vics But I might just swallow my fuckin' Ritalin tablet after tonight I'm grabbin' it right from the medicine cabinet 'Cause that's what it's like, and attackin' it like a Dracula bite Jetpack in a backpack when I write All this anger pent-up inside I went up inside a Bennigans diner with a cigarette lighter Figured I'd try to set a big enough fire That'll trigger the sprinkler system And I'd escape, but the getaway driver Screwed up my limo, collided with the center divider I went through the window And ended up being pinned to the side Of a semi fender beside a friend of the guy's wife Brenda The flight attendant from Idaho That took an antenna in the vagina hole 'Cause when I pick up a pen I'm venomous And I'm as slick as Dennis the Menace Like an evil dental hygienist, sinister You've been yellin' dementedness I invented this, I'm the genesis Eminem is a nemesis to a feminist Fuckin' smart alec degenerate, I got Ellen DeGeneres Tryna tell me these men are just full of jealousy, envious Of female independence, hell with a clitoris, hit or miss You will never consider this a bitter disappointment I'll never fail to deliver this Whatever the weather in this'll be Just like a certificate of authenticity that I'm thinkin' about Just tryna think of the quickest and sickest way To make 'em picket, I pick a day to be a prick Then I'm pickin' the wickedest shit to say Spit it back on a level, incredible Head full of Red Bull, unforgettable Better believe these beats are edible I consider loose leaf a vegetable And I stalk my prey You think you got away? Uh-uh, not today Murder you on a song and then I'll just say I was with Dr. Dre and Robert Blake, eatin' lobster, steak And coffee cake at a restaurant with Drake And Tech just gotta make sure that our stories corroborate I'm a lot to take, like Kanye walkin' up on the stage For Beyoncé, like it's my job to say That you're not a real artist, but it's my obligation Honest Abe is on his way, you will not escape Ammunition replenished, the Punisher With his gun insured, hundred words In a clip, other words motherfuckers better run If you're not lookin' to get run over by the roadrunner No wonder no one don't wanna go And jump in front of a fuckin' runaway locomotive Or get thrown up under it just tryna fuck with the- Speedom! (If you wanna go with us) Speedom! (I'ma leave 'em in the dust) Speedom! (I must be the one to bust) Speedom! (And I'm gonna hit the clutch) Speedom! (If you wanna go with us) Speedom! (I'ma leave 'em in the dust) Speedom! (I must be the one to bust) Speedom! (And I'm gonna hit the clutch) Sometimes (Go) I feel (Go) Like I'll never slow down (Worldwide Choppers) Sometimes (Go) I feel (Go) Like I'll never slow down (Worldwide Choppers) I'm the fury, the final fight I flip it on fraudulent fellas for feelin' fright I flick it on fire, finish him when the flow in flight Feminine fakers fall, I'm floggin' a foe with a fife Never forget it, I severed the head of a critic I sped up and did it, you trippin' to be a dead epidemic Or wet up a clinic, and make a bloody redder percentage Of an addict who's havin' to get the lead of a cynic I was never the Devil, I put up a fight up in the industry Pedal to metal, we givin' the light, a lot of energy We reppin', beat checkin' he that be Koba If he's the evil enemy it'll be over Running you down, in front of your town You ever makin' fun of the clown, I'm gunnin' you down We doin' it under the ground, a wonderful sound If anybody come at the hound, no one'll be found, bitch! Would never be choppin' without Slick Rick I got it from the record "Lick the Balls" and this dick If you never listen to me, you musical misfit Nah, 'cause every time I be droppin' I get bit I'm hearin' a lot of rappers, they tryin' to spit quick But the Middle West got 'em and we kill 'em in this bitch If you ain't in my circle of choppers you missed it 'Cause me and my nigga Twista rule it-and this it Speedom! (If you wanna go with us) Speedom! (I'ma leave 'em in the dust) Speedom! (I must be the one to bust) Speedom! (And I'm gonna hit the clutch) Speedom! (If you wanna go with us) Speedom! (I'ma leave 'em in the dust) Speedom! (I must be the one to bust) Speedom! (And I'm gonna hit the clutch) Sometimes (Go) I feel (Go) Like I'll never slow down (Worldwide Choppers) Sometimes (Go) I feel (Go) Like I'll never slow down (Worldwide Choppers)