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Rihanna, Kanye West & Paul McCartney

{"Rihanna / Kanye West & Paul McCartney"}

I think I've had enough I might get a little drunk I say what's on my mind I might do a little time 'Cause all of my kindness Is taken for weakness Now I'm four, five seconds from wildin' And we got three more days 'til Friday I'm just tryna make it back home by Monday mornin' I swear I wish somebody would tell me Ooh, that's all I want Woke up an optimist Sun was shinin', I'm positive We can run Then I heard you was talkin' trash I'm on a mystery Hold me back, I'm 'bout to spaz Yeah, I'm 'bout four, five seconds from wildin' And we got three more days 'til Friday I'm tryna make it back home by Monday mornin' I swear I wish somebody would try me Ooh, that's all I want And I know that you're up tonight Thinkin', "How could I be so selfish?" But you called 'bout a thousand times Wondering where I've been Now I know that you're up tonight Thinkin', "How could I be so reckless?" But I just can't apologize I hope you can understand, yeah If I go to jail tonight Promise you'll pay my bail See they want to buy my pride But that just ain't up for sale See all of my kindness (Mhm) Is taken for weakness Now I'm four, five seconds from wildin' And we got three more days 'til Friday I'm tryna make it back home by Monday mornin' I swear I wish somebody would tell me Ooh, that's all I want Four, five seconds from wildin' And we got three more days 'til Friday Just tryna make it back home by Monday mornin' I swear I wish somebody would tell me 'Cause that's all I want

Blessings

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Big Sean

{"Kanye West",Drake}

Look I feel blessed Way up, I feel blessed Way up, I feel blessed (Straight... up) I live the life I deserve, blessed Fuck a vacay, I feel better at work I mean, whatever it's worth, I give whatever I'm worth For my niggas who gon' go to Hell and back for me I'ma give 'em Heaven on Earth Or a hell of a check, yeah, whichever come first Blessings on blessings on blessings Look at my life, man, that's lessons on lessons on lessons I treat the beat like it's a reverend I tell the truth like father, forgive me, these are all my confessions Man, this wasn't luck, it was destined I done lost homies who been with me since Ed, Edd n Eddy Who flip like confetti And then when you back, they back to call you "dog" That shit get-get petty Bitch, don't give no dap to me, nigga Funny thing about talking behind my back Is that it just keep coming back to me, nigga Was off for a sec, now it's back to me, nigga, you mad at me This ain't what I want, man, this what it had to be This is that late night working after three, man This is why my old girl was mad at me This why I'm your majesty, man The clique is the tightest, the pussy the tightest The drinks are the coldest, the future the brightest The feat not divided, the love is divided And I just gotta thank God that we got it Blessed I don't know what I would do without it Crew look like we robbed a bank, but all we make is deposits Your prophet will profit, oh God I'm here for a good time, not a long time, you know I I haven't had a good time in a long time, you know I I'm way up, I feel blessed Way up, I feel blessed (Straight up) I'm way up, I feel blessed (Straight up, straight up) Way up, I feel blessed Look, I ain't gon' say that we back or nothing 'Cause that implies that we're back from something If we're back from somethin' there's some checks you owe us I expect that payment, nothing less or over I don't need them favors that you ask me for I could give two fucks 'bout where the Grammys go I just gave out Grammys on my Instagram Them OVO boys, the business man It is what it is, trust me, you get what you give, yeah You gotta come to my side and see how we live, yeah I cannot see Heaven being much better than this, yeah Blessings on blessings for me and my niggas from the 6 Look at what we did, yeah Be quiet, I'm doing a toast For niggas that don't really do shit, I swear, y'all be doing the most Stop worrying 'bout whoever's next I am just worried 'bout my mama worrying less I think I'm famous enough I don't need any more press I am convinced I'm the only one left that's still doing this shit, man I'm here for a good time, not a long time, you know I I haven't had a good time in a long time, you know I I'm way up, I feel blessed Way up, I feel blessed (Straight up) I'm way up, I feel blessed (Straight up, straight up) Way up, I feel blessed My grandma just died, I'm the man of the house So every morning I'm up 'cause I can't let them down, down Always down for the cause, never down for the count I guess when your stars align You do like the solar system and plan it out So I'm going over time, on the overtime Yeah, I'm that invested, but you can't attest it Million dollar goals, managed to manifest it The family never going anorexic I pay my own mortgage and electric Never going under even with anesthetics At the top of the rap game and progressin' Check after check, checking off my check list Try and blow my cake, just know that's a death wish No mistakes in life ever, it's only lessons Shit feel like Shaq and Penny got back together You tore the game apart, who put it back together? I I'm here for a good time, not a long time, you know I I haven't had a good time in a long time, you know I I'm way up, I feel blessed Way up, I feel blessed (Straight up) I'm way up, I feel blessed (Straight up, straight up) I'm way up, I feel blessed Since the truth keep niggas traumatized They tryna compromise my condom size So I Snapchat that whole shit Tryna see titties, tryna show dick And I swear to God, I hope they post it, I'm blessed Even though I get slammed with lawsuits like car doors See three P.O.'s like Star Wars They want me by the road holding up cardboard So I go extra hard on the hard floor Right now, I'm calling you from my home gym Right after that, nigga, I'm gon' swim Just did a couple laps in my home pool And my daughter right there getting home-schooled, I'm blessed And I was thinking 'bout starting up my own school, a Montessori And the hallway looking like a monastery, oh, yes I'm way up, I feel blessed

679

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Fetty Wap

{Monty,"Remy Boyz",P-Dice}

Yeaaah baby, 17 (RemyBoy Lifestyle) Ay, ay, look Baby girl, you're so damn fine, though I'm tryna know if I could hit it from behind, though I'm sipping on you like some fine wine, though And when it's over, I press rewind though, ayy You talking bands, girl, I got it Benjamins all in my pocket I traded in my Trues for some Robins He playing Batman, Fetty's gon' rob him, ayy I got a Glock in my 'Rari, ayy 17 shots, no .38 I got a Glock in my 'Rari 17 shots, no .38 I'm like, yeah, she's fine Wonder when she'll be mine She walk past, I press rewind To see that ass one more time And I got this sewed up Remy Boyz, they know us All fast money, no slow bucks No one can control us Ayy, yeaaah baby Uh, yeah, Monty Tell me what you see Is it money or it's me? I smoke twenty, smell the weed I got hunnies in my V They like, "Monty, can you be my baby daddy?" I'm like, "Yeah" I got Robins on my jeans You see the wings on every pair All you see is Remy Boyz You know my niggas everywhere And if somebody got a problem We could meet up anywhere Now go say something Don't you niggas play dumb You know where we came from You don't want sauce, no A1 I'm like, yeah, she's fine Wonder when she'll be mine She walk past, I press rewind To see that ass one more time And I got the sewed up Remy Boyz, they know us All fast money, no slow bucks No one can control us Ayy, yeaaah baby Ayy, they think they know us They can't control us Man, I got this sewed up Remy Boyz, they know us 679, this is Zoo year, baby Monty and the Zoovier, baby ZooGang, all my zoo near, baby, yeah, baby A thousand on my shoes when I walk through, baby 10.5 for a walkthrough, baby ZooGang, you know my whole zoo near And baby, I'm Zoovier Ayy, she a cutie and she fine, make me wanna make her mine She ain't nothing like them bimbos If you like it, we can swerve, we can light and stain up here Blowing, pluck it out the window We get playing, press rewind, got her singing every time Take a high note for me, girlfriend Got my city looking rude I ain't Diddy, I ain't Loon, but I think I need a girlfriend She feeling great as I'm talking to her She a RemyGirl, so I'm gon' pursue her I brought a lot of loud, lot of Remy to sip on Thousand dollars when I get my tip on I'm off her, asked her if her fatty real She said that's all her, got her with the happy feel I'm 'bout to spoil her, got her with the happy feel I'm 'bout to spoil her, oh my I'm like, yeah, she's fine Wonder when she'll be mine She walk past, I press rewind Just to see that ass one more time And I got this sewed up Remy Boyz, they know us All fast money, no slow bucks No one can control us Ayy, yeaaah baby ZooWap, Monty ZooWap, Dicey Yeaah baby, Remy Boyz Yeaah, yeaaah

White Iverson

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Post Malone

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Double OT I'm a new three Saucin', saucin', I'm saucin' on you I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', oh-ooh (Swaggin') I'm ballin', I'm ballin', Iverson on you (Swish, ooh, ayy) Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah That's my shot, that's my shot, that's my shot, yeah Spendin', I'm spendin' all my fuckin' pay I got me some braids and I got me some hoes Started rockin' the sleeve, I can't ball with no Joes You know how I do it, Concords on my toes (This shit is hard) Oh I ain't rich yet, but you know I ain't broke, ah So if I see it, I like it, buy that from the store, ah (Store, ah) I'm with some white girls and they lovin' the coca (Coca) Like they OT Double OT like I'm KD, smokin' OG (Smokin' OG) And you know me, in my 2-3s and my gold teeth (And my gold teeth) Bitch, I'm smiling, bet you see me from the nosebleeds (Nosebleeds) I'm the new three and I change out to my new 3s (To my new 3s) White Iverson When I started ballin', I was young You gon' think about me when I'm gone I need that money like the ring I never won, I won Saucin', saucin', I'm saucin' on you I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', oh-ooh I'm ballin', I'm ballin', Iverson on you Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah That's my shot, that's my shot, that's my shot, yeah Spendin', I'm spendin' all my fuckin' pay Ooh, Stoney Cigarettes and a headband Commas, commas in my head, man Slumped over like a dead man Red and black, 'bout my bread, man I'm the answer, never question Lace up, learn a lesson Bitch, I'm saucin' (Wow), I do this often, don't do no talkin' (No) My options right when I walk in, jump all them Jordans (Ooh) I'm ballin', money jumpin' Like I'm Davis from New Orleans Or bitch, I'm Harden, I don't miss nothin' Fuck practice, this shit just happens, know y'all can't stand it (Ayy) I have it, I never pass it, I work my magic High average, ball on these bastards, it makes me happy It's tragic, I make it happen, and all y'all Shaqtin' White Iverson When I started ballin' I was young You gon' think about me when I'm gone I need that money like the ring I never won, I won Saucin', saucin', I'm saucin' on you I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', oh-ooh I'm ballin', I'm ballin', Iverson on you Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah That's my shot, that's my shot, that's my shot, yeah Spendin', I'm spendin' all my fuckin' pay Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh

The Blacker the Berry

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Kendrick Lamar

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Everything black, I don't want black (They want us to bow) I want everything black, I ain't need black (Down to our knees) Some white, some Black, I ain't mean black (And pray to the God) I want everything black (We don't believe) Everything black, want all things black I don't need black, want everything black Don't need black, our eyes ain't black I own black, own everything black Six in the morn' Fire in the street Burn, baby, burn (You, you, you, you, you) That's all I wanna see (You, you, you, you, you) And sometimes I get off watchin' you die in vain It's such a shame, they may call me crazy They may say I suffer from schizophrenia or somethin' But homie, you made me (You, you, you, you, you) Black don't crack, my nigga I'm the biggest hypocrite of 2015 Once I finish this, witnesses will convey just what I mean Been feelin' this way since I was sixteen, came to my senses You never liked us anyway, fuck your friendship, I meant it I'm African-American, I'm African, I'm black as the moon Heritage of a small village, pardon my residence Came from the bottom of mankind My hair is nappy, my dick is big, my nose is round and wide You hate me, don't you? You hate my people, your plan is to terminate my culture You're fuckin' evil I want you to recognize that I'm a proud monkey You vandalize my perception but can't take style from me And this is more than confession I mean I might press the button just so you know my discretion I'm guardin' my feelings, I know that you feel it You sabotage my community, makin' a killin' You made me a killer, emancipation of a real nigga The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice The blacker the berry, the bigger I shoot I said they treat me like a slave, cah' me Black Woi, we feel a whole heap of pain, cah' we Black And man a say they put me inna chains, cah' we Black Imagine now, big gold chains full of rocks How you no see the whip, left scars 'pon me back But now we have a big whip parked 'pon the block All them say we doomed from the start, cah' we Black Remember this, every race start from the block, jus 'member dat I'm the biggest hypocrite of 2015 Once I finish this, witnesses will convey just what I mean I mean, it's evident that I'm irrelevant to society That's what you're tellin' me, penitentiary would only hire me Curse me 'til I'm dead, church me with your fake prophesizing That I'ma be just another slave in my head Institutionalized manipulation and lies Reciprocation of freedom only live in your eyes You hate me, don't you? I know you hate me just as much as you hate yourself Jealous of my wisdom and cards I dealt Watchin' me as I pull up, fill up my tank, then peel out Muscle cars like pull-ups, show you what these big wheels 'bout, ah Black and successful, this black man meant to be special Katzkins on my radar, bitch, how can I help you? How can I tell you I'm making a killin'? You made me a killer, emancipation of a real nigga The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice The blacker the berry, the bigger I shoot I said they treat me like a slave, cah' me Black Woi, we feel a whole heap of pain, cah' we Black And man a say they put me inna chains, cah' we Black Imagine now, big gold chains full of rocks How you no see the whip, left scars 'pon me back But now we have a big whip parked 'pon the block All them say we doomed from the start, cah' we Black Remember this, every race start from the block, jus 'member dat I'm the biggest hypocrite of 2015 When I finish this, if you listen, then sure you will agree This plot is bigger than me, it's generational hatred It's genocism, it's grimy, little justification I'm African-American, I'm African I'm Black as the heart of a fuckin' Aryan I'm Black as the name of Tyrone and Darius, excuse my French But fuck you - no, fuck y'all, that's as blunt as it gets I know you hate me, don't you? You hate my people, I can tell 'cause it's threats when I see you I can tell 'cause your ways deceitful Know I can tell because you in love with that Desert Eagle Thinkin' maliciously, he get a chain then you gon' bleed him It's funny how Zulu and Xhosa might go to war Two tribal armies that wanna build and destroy Remind me of these Compton Crip gangs that live next door Beefin' with Pirus, only death settle the score So don't matter how much I say I like to preach with the Panthers Or tell Georgia State "Marcus Garvey got all the answers" Or try to celebrate February like it's my B-Day Or eat watermelon, chicken, and Kool-Aid on weekdays Or jump high enough to get Michael Jordan endorsements Or watch BET 'cause urban support is important So why did I weep when Trayvon Martin was in the street When gang-banging make me kill a nigga blacker than me? Hypocrite!

One Man Can Change the World

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Big Sean

{"Kanye West","John Legend"}

They used to tell me, used to tell me I hope you learn to make it on your own And if you love yourself, just know you'll never be alone I hope that you get everything you want and that you chose I hope that it's the realest thing that you ever know Hope you get the pretty girls that's pretty at everything Million-dollar cribs, havin' million dollar dreams And when you get it all, just remember one thing Remember one thing, that one man could change the world That one man could change the world All I, all I wanted was a hundred million dollars and a bad chick Imagined this so much, some nights it felt like that I had it Back on the mattress, starin' at the ceilin' tryna connect the dots But it's hard makin' those attachments I'm talkin' dreamin' so hard, some nights it felt like draft day You know? My - my stepbrother used to flip them bags Outside the crib like it was trash day No Kim K, but he bagged yay (Ye) But when you're gettin' fast money, slow down, don't crash With all the drive in the world, swear you still need gas Look, think about it, close your eyes, dream about it Tell your team about it, go make million-dollar schemes about it Success is on the way, I feel it in the distance Used to look up at the stars And be like, "Ain't too much that's different" I be shinin', they be shinin', get your one shot, don't you miss it What you know bout' wakin' up every day like you on a mission? And I hope you learn to make it on your own And if you love yourself, just know you'll never be alone I hope that you get everything you want and that you chose I hope that it's the realest thing that you ever know Hope you get the pretty girls, that's pretty and everything Million-dollar cribs, havin' million dollar dreams And when you get it all, just remember one thing Remember one thing, one man could change the world One man could change the world My grandma told me, "If you write your name in stone You'll never get the white-out" I grinded out that black hole then performed up at the White House Standin' next to Jim Carrey, we traded stories, then laughed I said you not the only one I know got rich wearin' masks Where I'm from, I swear they broke They need way more than the cast We need more than what you have And then we need more than that But how am I supposed to say I'm tired If that girl from West Virginia came up in conditions That I couldn't survive? Went to war, came back alive On top of that became a female black captain When being black, you had to extra-extra try Way before James Brown made us proud She bought a crib on the same street as Marvin Gaye Right there on Outer Drive, and she taught me how to drive And she raised the kids, then the kids' kids, and she did it right Taught me how to love, taught me not to cry When I die, I hope you teach me how to fly All my life you've been that angel in disguise, sayin'... I hope you learn to make it on your own And if you love yourself, just know you'll never be alone I hope that you get everything you want and that you chose I hope that it's the realest thing that you ever know Hope you get the pretty girls, that's pretty and everything Million-dollar cribs, havin' million dollar dreams And when you get it all, just remember one thing Remember one thing, that one man can change the world That one man can change the world Thank you for callin' me, been thinkin' about you It's all good, I love you grandma Bye

I Know

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Big Sean

{"Jhené Aiko"}

Mustard on the beat, ho I know you've been goin' through some things, uh-huh I know you don't even love the same, do you, do you? I know you've been runnin' on empty, runnin' on empty The way you move it's like you could use a vacation Drink in your hand and the harder you dance I swear right now it look like you on a vacation Gotta get away, make it happen Whatever happened just had to happen On vacation, yeah I know you've been, I know you've been Dancin', dancin', dancin' like you fucking got a reason Dancing like it's something to believe in Dancing like it's fuckin' dancing season Blame it on the alcohol or blame it on sativa The harder your heart keep beating Only feel bad while you're thinkin' Pop, pop, pop like Pepsi Co. the best we smoke Plus the tan look like you flew in from Mexico Go go, let me see how wild it get, bust it wide as it get You need to be taken care of and pampered But just like a pamper, he on that childish shit Yeah, I know you've been silencing your phone (Silencing your phone, ignoring calls from home) Uh-huh, I know you've been tryna get along What's up, it's on, no games, we grown I know you feel like sometimes That y'all don't speak the same language Uh-huh, I know that you just wanna let it go With all the bitches that you came with I know you've been going through some thangs Wanna get away, baby, let me be your vacation That other trick you've been fuckin' with is a trip You know she be playin', baby I am just saying I know you know I am down for whatever, yeah You know I'm just here to make you feel better, yeah Take a load off on my private island Come inside and go into hiding I know that you've been sacrificing your time And need time to unwind and let go So let go and let's go and let's roll and we roll Excited, activated get ignited So many charges on my card, oh God I think it got indicted Get a, get a night, get a day, get a room, get a place Get a drink, pop a bottle, maybe we can get away You a star, you need space, we can shoot up out of town Have you ever been to Texas? South By Southwestern Where we can smoke a zip like we can't get arrested Where they might know us off any intersection I mean baby I know you've been, wanna be the baddest Wanna be with somebody who ain't never had it No status, just all cinematics, you just gotta cast it I know you've been crying and poutin' Know you're tired of arguing but no screaming and shouting And you know we on a roll like we did good in college Throwin' hundreds and thousands Like they not hundreds and thousands Why? Cause I know you've been going through some things I know you've been going through some things you can't explain With your main thing that shit insane I know you just tryna maintain, that shit is lame, you can't complain I know you don't even love the same, do you, do you? Don't love the same, I know you've been diving through pain I know you goin' so crazy, I know you runnin' on empty That shit can fuck with your mente I know this shit, don't you tempt me, I know you... I know you've been runnin' on empty, runnin' on empty The way you move it's like you could use a vacation I know you, I know you Drink in your hand and the harder you dance I swear right now it look like you want a vacation Gotta get away, make it happen Whatever happened just had to happen On vacation, yeah I know you've been, I know you've been I know it look like like you need a vacation How 'bout Hawaii, maybe Jamaica, maybe Asia Take you places other niggas can't take ya Don't forget the makeup, yeah

Jungle

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Drake

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Rock me real slowly Put a bib on me I'm just like a baby, droolin' over you The things you do These days, I'm lettin' God handle all things above me The things I can't change are the reason you love me Listen, you can hear them callin' my name I'm all over the place, I can't sit in one place I'm not ashamed at all Still findin' myself, let alone a soulmate, I'm just sayin' Feel like we one and the same, our relationship changed That, or it never existed Whenever they say somethin' 'bout us, you listen But fuck what they talkin' about on your timeline That's cuttin' all into my time with you Fuck what they talkin' about on your timeline That's cuttin' all into my time with you My time with you, my Rock me real slowly Put a bib on me I'm just like a baby, droolin' over you The things you do She said, "You're my everything" "I love you through everything" I done did everything to her She forgave me for everything This a "forever" thing Hate that I treat it like it's a "whatever" thing Trust me, girl, this shit is everything to me She from the jungle She from the jungle I take somebody else's car, drive there undercover This shit is everything to me This shit is everything Don't know where we stand I used to hit you 'bout everything, oh Are we still good? Are we still good? Are we still good? Are we still good? If I need to talk, are you around? Are you down for the cause? Are you down? Are you down? Are you down? Are you down for the cause? Are you down? Are you down? Are you down? Are you down for the cause? You still down? You still down? You still down? Rock me real slowly Put a bib on me I'm just like a baby, droolin' over you The things you do Yeah, these days, these new girls, they got me nervous They go to school and do bottle service They can't decide, they keep switchin' majors Being indecisive makes me anxious Call your number and it's out of service Who can I call for your information? What am I supposed to do after we done everything that we done? Who is your replacement? Are we still good? Are we still good? Are we still good? Are we still good? Rock me real slowly Put a bib on me I'm just like a baby, droolin' over you The things you do

Legend

rap

Drake

{}

Yeah When I pull up on a nigga tell that nigga back, back I'm too good with these words, watch a nigga backtrack If I die, all I know is I'm a mothafuckin' legend It's too late for my city, I'm the youngest nigga reppin' Oh my God, oh my God, if I die, I'm a legend Oh my God, oh my God, if I die, I'm a legend I'm up first, I'm on tour, got a girl, she from the South Used to work, used to dance in Texas, now she clean the house Everyday, I was strugglin' to learn what life's about On my way, money taught me Spanish, make it andale Way up north, packed in Honda cars They don't know who we are Fuck 'em all, they only pussy niggas shootin' at the star Right or wrong, I'ma write my wrongs They can't live this long You don't know where you're gonna go I got this shit mapped out strong When I pull up on a nigga tell that nigga back, back I'm too good with these words, watch a nigga backtrack All I know, if I die, I'm a mothafuckin' legend It's too late for my city, I'm the youngest nigga reppin' Oh my God, oh my God, if I die, I'm a legend Oh my God, oh my God, if I die, I'm a legend I'm the one, one Why do I feel like the only one? Why do I feel like you owe me one? 6 G-O-D, I'm the holy one Yeah, you know wassup, yeah They been off for a minute now You know they all sentimental now You know they all actin' different now And I, I just can't pretend Seen too much, it's so hard for me to let new people in I can't change, this shit set in stone They can't live this long You don't know where you're gonna go I got this shit mapped out strong When I pull up on a nigga tell that nigga back, back I'm too good with these words, watch a nigga backtrack All I know, if I die, I'm a mothafuckin' legend It's too late for my city, I'm the youngest nigga reppin' Oh my God, oh my God, if I die, I'm a legend Oh my God, oh my God, if I die, I'm a legend I'm the one

Know Yourself

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Drake

{}

Hol' it yute, hol' it, hol' it, hol' it, hol' it, hol' it No sleepin' in the streets! Shaky warrior Yeah, this that Oliver, 40, Niko shit man 15 Fort York shit, y'know? Boi-1da, what's poppin'? Yeah, yeah Runnin' through the 6 with my woes Countin' money, you know how it goes Pray the real live forever, man Pray the fakes get exposed I want that Ferrari, then I swerve I want that Bugatti, just to hurt I ain't rockin' my jewelry, that's on purpose Niggas want my spot and don't deserve it I don't like how serious they take themselves I've always been me, I guess I know myself Shakiness, man, I don't have no time for that My city too turned up, I'll take the fine for that This been where you find me at That's been where you find me at I know a nigga named Johnny Bling He put me on to the finer things Had a job sellin' Girbaud jeans I had a yellow TechnoMarine Then Kanye dropped, it was polos and backpacks Man, that was when Ethan was pushin' a Subaru hatchback Man, I'm talkin' way before hashtags I was runnin' through the 6 with my woes (Yeah!) I was runnin' through the 6 with my woes You know how that shit go You know how that shit go You know how that shit go Runnin' through the 6 with my woes You know how that shit go You know how that shit go You know how that shit go Don't fuck with them niggas, they too irrational, woah This is that nasty flow Top boy in this shit, I'm so international Reps up is in here Got P Reign and Chubby and TJ and Winnie and woah Yeah, and you know how that shit go I might declare it a holiday as soon as Baka get back on the road Yeah, but you know how that shit go They so irrational, they don't wanna patch it up They wanna mash it up, woah My nigga Jibba, he whip it, I ride in the passenger I'm way up, I stay up, I'm two up, I'm three up I had to get back to you, woah I'm turnin' into a nigga that thinks about money and women Like 24/7, that's where my life took me That's just how shit happened to go And you know Runnin' through the 6 with my, with my I was running through the 6 with my woes And you know how that shit go You know how that shit go You know how that shit go Runnin' through the 6 with my woes You know how that shit go You know how that shit go You know how that shit go Runnin' through the 6 with my woes You know how that shit go ...Shell out, all if yuh eye nuh big Always haffi look out, yuh no know if yuh head book out Dun know, a de Unruly boss, dis man No bomboclat, otha And if a boy nuh like OVO or Chromatic Yuh can jus suck yuh mada!! With no apology, if you nuh like we, we nuh like you neither youth Your girl a say we cute, if you diss you will get execute That's the truth, OVO Unruly (Machine gun shots) With my woes

6PM in New York

rap

Drake

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Yeah Yeah Oh, you gotta love it, oh, you got-oh, you gotta love it I heard what circulated, let's get to the bottom of it I told 1da send me something and I got it covered Somehow I always rise above it Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover? The game is all mine and I'm mighty possessive Lil Wayne could not have found him a better successor Every shot you see 'em take at me, they all contested Allen Iverson shoe deal, these niggas all in question Last night I went to sleep wanting more Tryna decide what direction I should go towards Some nights I wish I could go back in life Not to change shit, just to feel a couple things twice 28 at midnight, wonder what's next for me Longevity, wonder how long they'll check for me Prolly forever if I stay in my zone I speak on this generation, but can't change it alone I heard a lil, lil homie talking reckless in Vibe That's quite a platform you chose, you should've kept it inside Oh, you tried? It's so childish calling my name on the world stage You need to act your age and not your girl's age It gets worse by the annual My career's like a how-to manual, so I guess it's understandable, man Oh, you gotta love it, you gotta love it, yeah I know rappers that call paparazzi to come and get 'em To show they outfits off, guess they need the attention I remember when it used to be music that did it But then again times have changed, man, who are we kiddin'? I'm managed by my friends that I grew up with I'd rather give that 15% to people I fuck with If me and Future hadn't made it with this rappin' We'd prolly be out in Silicon tryna get our billions on But here we are, yeah Lately, I feel the haters eatin' away at my confidence They scream out my failures and whisper my accomplishments Bitches alter my messages like we had words And stories 'bout my life hit the net like a bad serve Bitter women I'm overtextin' are PMSing Crazy this year-fuckin' with my image I've been tryna reach the youth so I can save 'em this year Fuck it, I guess I gotta wait 'til next year And I heard someone say something that stuck with me a lot 'Bout how we need protection from those protectin' the block Nobody lookin' out for nobody Maybe we should try and help somebody or be somebody Instead of bein' somebody that makes the news, so everybody can Tweet about it And then they start to "R.I.P." about it And four weeks later nobody even speaks about it Damn, I just had to say my piece about it Oh, you gotta love it- But they scared of the truth so back to me showin' out in public, that's a hotter subject I been whippin' Mercedes and nigga try to budget I gotta make it back to Memphis to check on my cousins Shout out to Ashley, Tasha, Bianca Julia, Ericka, Southern America Part of my heritage, pardon my arrogance Part in my hair again, that's that comeback flow Comeback flow, once I start it's apparent I'm with a girl who ass is so big that's partly embarrassin' But fuck all the blushin' and fuck your discussions and fuck all the judgement Your content so aggressive lately, what's irkin' you? Shit is gettin' so personal in your verses too I wanna prove that I'm number one over all these niggas Bein' number two is just being the first to lose My city dictated music, nobody seein' us Winter here already, but somehow I'm heatin' up Been observin' the game and felt like I've seen enough Let's drop a tape on these niggas, then we'll see wassup Yeah, boy, you rappin' like you seen it all You rappin' like the throne should be the three of y'all "Best I Ever Had" seems like a decade ago Decadent flow and I still got a decade to go Oh please, take it ease, where's the love and the peace? Why you rappin' like you come from the streets? I got a backyard where money seems to come from the trees And I'm never ever scared to get some blood on my leaves Phantom slidin' like the shit just hit a puddle of grease I cook the beef well done on the double with cheese Special order for anybody that's comin' for me Shit, you probably flinch if somebody sneeze You see they got me back talkin' like it's just 40, Oli, and me Cuttin' all loose ends, I be the barber for free I'm almost at four minutes goin' off on the beat Feel like I'm in the Malibu that had the cloth on the seats Man, oh, you gotta love it, yeah And on top of that it's getting harder to eat Rappers downgrading houses, putting cars on the lease To think labels said they'd have a problem marketing me And now it's everybody else that's getting hard to believe But, man, oh, you gotta love it (Oh) Yeah And head to toe, I'm Prada covered (Whoop) I know your girl well, just not in public Blame the city, I'm a product of it Young nigga from the city You gotta love it Yeah, gotta love it *Laughs* Yeah

Company

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Drake

{"Travis Scott"}

I got some shit for you to come and get I'm at the St. Regis up on Briar Oaks Hit me when you done your shift Wooh, I see you doin' well, baby Oh, you pullin' shit together, I can tell, baby (Oh-oh) Is you single or what? I need a girl from the country I need a girl from Kentucky, I need a shawty from Houston I need a girl who gon' love me I need a girl who gon' trust me, someone to fuck me Someone to make me feel lucky Someone that's so proud to be with me She walk right up to her ex, look him dead in the face And say, "You ain't got the juice like that You ain't got the juice like that" That's cold, ice cold, girl you ain't have to do him like that Why you had to do him like that? Gotta come through quick, quick Oh you at the club cashin' out with Eric Then hit me when you done your shift I know a girl I should propose to But we just on some different shit She on some up at 9AM already cookin' in the kitchen shit And lately we've been fightin' On some "why-you-love-these-strippers?" shit Yeah, she workin' with the spatula, I know she love flippin' shit, oh! Oh, me, I don't deserve it (at least you fuckin' know it) She's just a little too perfect, she's just a little too worth it I don't deserve her at all, no not at all I only text her, man, I never call I'm still a canine at heart, I'm a dog Yeah, that's why you gotta come through quick, quick I'm posted at the Derek up on Westheimer Hit me when you're done your shift, yeah I need some company, I need some company I need you to take my mind off being in my prime Some company I'm a dog, I'm in heat baby, heat baby I'm a dog, I'm in heat baby I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm in heat baby I'm in heat baby... Mo City trip! Mo City trip right now! Yeah I'm on a Mo City trip, I'm on a Mo City trip right now Ayy, ayy, a Mo City trip right now Mo City trip, I'm on a Mo City trip right now It's a couple faces in here that a nigga piped down So let's go find a place that we can sip right now Tour 'round the city, it's the shit right now It's kinda lit right now that you're here right now Pop a couple percs let's get it in right now Saturday nights, off in my bed right now Call up your girl and put them heels on It's gettin' rowdy, rowdy right now, yeah I'm on a Mo City trip, I'm a dog I'm a dog, I'm in heat baby, heat baby I'm a dog, I go ham, I'm a hog Bitch so bad, coulda thought I owed her somethin' By the way I broke her off (Broke her off) When she get too on, we take it off (Take it off) Drank so long, for a year I didn't cough (Cough) Fantasizin' and fistin' and switchin' up positions (Straight up!) Do you mind if we just menage just a little? (La Flame!) Mo City trip right now, Mo City trip right now Mo City trip right now

10 Bands

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Drake

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10 Bands, 50 bands, 100 bands, fuck it, man Let's just not even discuss it, man OMG, niggas sleep, I ain't trippin', I'ma let 'em sleep I ain't trippin', let 'em rest in peace I can tell ya how it happened I can tell ya 'bout them safe house nights out in Calabasas I can tell you not a rapper Tryna sell this story, I don't even open up the package Who you with? What you claim? I was payin' mama's rent when was I turning 17 Soda dirty like Diana never clean My ex asked me, "Where you movin'?" I said, "On to better things" 10 Bands, 50 bands, 100 bands, fuck it, man Let's just not even discuss it, man OMG, niggas sleep, I ain't trippin', I'ma let 'em sleep I ain't trippin', let 'em rest in peace I been in the crib with the phones off I been at the house taking no calls I done hit the stride got my shit goin' In the six cooking with the wrist motion Drapes closed, I don't know what time it is I'm still awake, I gotta shine this year I could never ever let the streets down Haven't left the condo for a week now 10 Bands, 50 bands, 100 bands, fuck it, man Let's just not even discuss it, man OMG, niggas sleep, I ain't trippin', I'ma let 'em sleep I ain't trippin', let 'em rest in peace I've been on a mission, haven't left the condo This that OVO, that SZN, this that new Toronto I get boxes of free Jordan like I play for North Carolina How much I make off the deal, how the fuck should I know? All my watches always timeless, you can keep the diamonds Treatin' Diamonds of Atlanta like it's King of Diamonds Take a flick, I look like Meechy, look like Bleu DaVinci I treat V Live like it's 07 in Magic City Man, I told my city I'd be gone 'til November then November came Then I came, right back on my worst behav' 6 God, put both hands together, that's amazin' grace 6 God, selfish with the love, I need all the praise (woo) They got me feelin' like the one again (woo) They got me feelin' like the one again Yeah, shout goes out to Nike, checks all over me I need a FuelBand just to see how long the run has been 10 Bands, 50 bands, 100 bands, fuck it, man Let's just not even discuss it, man OMG, niggas sleep, I ain't trippin', I'ma let 'em sleep I ain't trippin', let 'em rest in peace I been in the crib with the phones off I been at the house takin' no calls I done hit the stride, got my shit going In the 6 cookin' with the wri-wri-wri-wri

Energy

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Drake

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Lickwood means "rewind" and gunshot means "forward" You requested it, so we rewind Yeah, way, way, way up Turn it all up, yeah, look I got enemies, got a lot of enemies Got a lot of people tryna drain me of my energy They tryna take the wave from a nigga Fuckin' with the kid and pray for your nigga I got girls in real life tryna fuck up my day Fuck goin' online, that ain't part of my day I got real shit poppin' with my family too I got niggas that can never leave Canada too (Six) I got two mortgages, thirty million in total I got niggas that'll still try fuckin' me over I got rap niggas that I gotta act like I like But my actin' days are over, fuck them niggas for life, yeah I got enemies, got a lot of enemies Got a lot of people tryna drain me of this energy They tryna take the wave from a nigga Fuckin' with the kid and pray for your nigga I got people talkin' down, man, like I give a fuck I bought this one a purse, I bought this one a truck I bought this one a house, I bought this one a mall I keep buyin' shit, just make sure you keep track of it all I got bitches askin' me about the code for the Wi-Fi So they can talk about they Timeline And show me pictures of they friends Just to tell me they ain't really friends Ex-girl, she the female version of me I got strippers in my life, but they virgins to me I hear everybody talkin' 'bout what they gon' be I got high hopes for you niggas, we gon' see I got money in the courts 'til all my niggas are free 'Bout to call your ass a Uber, I got somewhere to be I hear fairy tales 'bout how they gon' run up on me Well, run up when you see me, then, and we gon' see I got enemies, got a lot of enemies Got a lot of people tryna drain me of this energy They tryna take the wave from a nigga Fuckin' with the kid and pray for your nigga Nah, fuck all of you niggas, I ain't finished Y'all don't wanna hear me say it's a go Y'all don't wanna see Win Win, 50 or Whoa I got real ones livin' past Kennedy Road I got real ones wit' me everywhere that I go I'm tryna tell ya I got enemies, got a lot of enemies Every time I see 'em, somethin' wrong with their memory Tryna take the wave from a nigga So tired of savin' all these niggas, mayne Yeah, run 'em I got enemies, got a lot of enemies Got a lot of people tryna drain me of this energy They tryna take the wave from a nigga Fuckin' with the kid and pray for your nigga (I'm off this)

No Tellin

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Drake

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Whoa Whoa Yeah Look Envelopes comin' in the mail, let her open 'em Hopin' for a check again, ain't no tellin' Yeah, she invite me to the telly, keep the blade with me When I go to check a bitch, ain't no tellin' Yeah, police comin' 'round lookin' for some help On a case they gotta solve, we never help 'em Yeah, I stay up late at night, thinkin' 'bout my life Want a lot, will I get it all? Ain't no tellin' Ain't no tellin', yeah, ain't no tellin' Yeah, no tellin', ain't no tellin' Suitcase, I been livin' out a suitcase Still drinkin' Henny, if it's done, I'll take the D'usse Oops, ayy, fuck it, all you niggas two-faced Got the club goin' up on a Tuesday True say, I been goin' hard, but then again They think I'm soft, think I'm innocent I'm just lookin' in the mirror like I'm really him Man, I'm really him, you just fillin' in Man, I got a blunt, can I get a light? Yeah I took the summer off to get it right Yeah, I gave these boys a shot and they fuckin' failed Niggas like "You took the summer off? We couldn't tell" Dawg, just bought a island, gotta sail to it You pick the casket, I'll put the nail through it I ain't gotta do it, but fuck it, somebody gotta do it Hate if someone else did it, fuck, I may as well do it, ah! Envelopes comin' in the mail, let her open 'em Hopin' for a check again, ain't no tellin' Yeah, she invite me to the telly, keep the blade with me When I go to check a bitch, ain't no tellin' Yeah, police comin' 'round lookin' for some help On a case they gotta solve, we never help 'em Yeah, I stay up late at night, thinkin' 'bout my life Want a lot, will I get it all? Ain't no tellin' Ain't no tellin', yeah, ain't no tellin' Yeah, no tellin', ain't no tellin' Okay, I had to switch the flow up on you niggas The shit was gettin' too predictable The new shit is on steroids, I would never pass a physical I got it rollin' in all kinda ways, lump sum and residual, yeah I mean we hear about the money you been gettin' We just never seen a visual It's our year (Aww, yeah) Aww, yeah I mean besides Ricky Ross, Aubrey the biggest boss here (Hunh) What's the word these days? Bunch of niggas chasing after all these women they don't even know (Wooo!) Buncha' out of season women fuckin' off-season niggas To get last season wardrobe (Wooo!) All the rappers that you vouch for Need to get out of the house more, they washed up And even if the team was religious with it I can't really see another squad tryna' cross us, naw (WOOO) OVO, Unruly One shot to make it in a life From the six to the fucking 876 Envelopes comin' in the mail, let her open 'em Hopin' for a check again, ain't no tellin' Yeah, she invite me to the telly, keep the blade with me When I go to check a bitch, ain't no tellin' Yeah, police comin' 'round lookin' for some help On a case they gotta solve, we never help 'em Yeah, I stay up late at night, thinkin' 'bout my life Want a lot, will I get it all? Ain't no tellin' Ain't no tellin', yeah, ain't no tellin' Yeah, no tellin', man ain't no tellin' No tellin' Yeah Look I gotta keep watchin' for oppers 'Cause anything's possible, yeah There's no code of ethics out here Anyone will take shots at you, yeah Niggas think they can come take what I got Let's be logical, yeah V-Live, I order that Alfredo pasta Then eat in the kitchen like I'm in the mafia Houston, they get me though European, my vehicle, how much it hit me fo'? Ain't no tellin', yeah What am I willin' to give her to get what I want tonight? Ain't no tellin' Please do not speak to me like I'm that Drake from four years ago I'm at a higher place Thinkin' they lions and tigers and bears I go huntin', put heads on my fireplace, oh my Take time, ain't no tellin' Oh my, ain't no tellin'

Star67

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Drake

{}

That's what they doin', Cam'ron They actin' like these singers, man "I ain't- I ain't goin' to the studio 'till I got a situation A subject, I need a beat, I need the producer Who- Who gon' be on the hook?" Man, what is you doin'? Go in the studio with fuckin' clips, clips, ammo! Brand-new Beretta, can't wait to let it go Walk up in my label like, "Where the check, though?" Yeah, I said it Wouldn't dap you with the left, ho, shut the fuck up Text from a centerfold, I ain't reply, let her know I read it though Voicemail say she ready though (Yeah) Niggas know I'm credible, ain't no pussy on a pedestal Got my foot on the 'Cedes Benz pedal Doin' ninety on the bridge, like, "Nigga, you already know" And if you don't know, then now you know, now you know Switchin up the angles Now I'm in the Rolls with illuminated angel Four, five chains, man, the gold gettin' tangled My nigga Biz said, "The first mill' gon' change you" Change for the better, hit it, then dead her That's my vendetta, keep this shit together Goddamn, we ain't even gotta scam Cocaine coupe, we ain't even got a scale Used to flip apps, now that old plug murked Ain't a damn thing changed, you can still get the work, ayy Just hold on one moment and someone will be right with you (We're sorry, you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service) Yeah I remember I had went to Louis V with Haf' Watched them spread ten thousand dollars on the glass I never, ever thought I'd see that in my life Now I'm in the East 'cause them boys are gettin' right, man I was on TV, makin' fifty racks a year After helpin' Mama out, the shit would disappear I am not a man, I can't do this on my own So I started askin' them if they would put me on And they did put me on, yeah They did put me on Now we in the basement, and we workin' on the phone Now we in the basement, and we workin' on the phone, man Line blowin' up, workin' on the phones Now we in the basement, and we workin' on the phones But I just couldn't do it, had to leave that shit alone, man Hear what? Yo hear what, take time (Ha, ha, ha) Ahh, no shit Yo hear what? Wha gwan, fry skull Him fried, him fried and a sleep awhile ago inna di van You know Drizzy Blowin' up Line blowin' up, they need the whole thing Blowin' up My niggas really need the whole thing, yeah, yeah Blowin' up Line blowin' up, they need the whole thing Blowin' up My niggas really need the whole thing, yeah, yeah, yeah Ayy I do better with the rider in my system Ooh yeah, I'm on deck, when you call me, I'll listen I listen unless I been mixin', you know when I'm mixin' You know when I'm mixin' I smoke when I drink, it's tradition Like Zoe mama, I go hippy Peace sign in the air like I'm Nixon, I'm mixin' I am not Esco, but it was written I knew when they didn't I been had these visions of the life I'm livin' since I was Jimmy All I had to do was just go and get it And now we blowin' up Line blowin' up, they need the whole thing Blowin' up, yeah My niggas really need the whole thing, yeah, yeah, yeah Ayy

Preach

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Drake

{PARTYNEXTDOOR}

Young nigga preach Preach, preach, preach, preach, preach, preach Young nigga preach Preach, preach, preach, preach, preach, preach I'm in Miami, I need to call up Miss Cassidy My name is PARTY, not "Participation" Sorry for the miscommunication I need a drink and some tequila with you You know what I'm tryna do Hey, let's pop the E off at Liv I've got some time here to blow I've got the money to blow I've got the money and blow Don't have to guess how I know Oh, it's a secret? Trust me, I'll keep it You old niggas boring as bones She put the PARTY tape on You know what's going on, you know what's going on She keep it wet like tsunami She think she sunk the Titanic I get her hot like wasabi She think it's wavy and gnarly I think I'ma pop one for you Drink one for you Young nigga, preach Preach, preach, preach, preach, preach, preach Young nigga, preach Preach, preach, preach, preach, preach, preach Young nigga, preach Preach, preach, preach, preach, preach, preach Preach, preach, preach, preach Preach, preach (Yeah), preach, preach Still in Miami, most of these girls are too messy I gotta do some reflecting I gotta find me one out here that's good at taking direction I am convinced that my calls are being recorded So hit my assistant to get me the message And make the connection like, "Brrp!" I'm on that wave tonight, I hope you not the crazy type, yeah I'm in your state tonight, I might just break the bank tonight, yeah PND ain't with the ray-tay, you know Jay Wray Got girls here, going way, way, way, way, way, way- Sauga-city trip, the payday Glo'd up off a Gateway, man, you can't afford me Doing is one thing; doing it right is a whole different story Niggas is all in they feelings these days, all in they feelings these days But hearing a scripture with that many 6's, you should be afraid Young nigga, preach (Preach) Preach, preach, preach, preach, preach, preach Young nigga, preach Preach, preach, preach, preach, preach, preach Young nigga, preach Preach, preach, preach, preach, preach, preach Preach, preach, preach, preach Preach, preach, preach, preach I'm preaching, oooh Preaching, preaching, babe Preaching, whooo I'ma finally, finally Yeah Boy, you should know that Your love is always on my mind And I can't deny it I want you, I'm on you

6 Man

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Drake

{}

Yeah, yeah Boomin out in South Gwinnett like Lou Will' 6 Man like Lou Will' Two girls and they get along like I'm- (Lou) Like I'm Lou Will', I just got the new deal I am in the Matrix, and I just took the blue pill No ho shit, no fuckin' ho shit, save that for your shit I don't need no-fuckin'-body, I run my own shit I told you, thought I told you, you didn't listen Fieri, I'm in the kitchen, I'm a magician I'm on it, I'm like MacGyver, I'm Michael Myers I kill careers and cut the lights off, this shit is frightenin' I knew it would end up like this, I'm fuckin' psychic Young, but I'm makin' millions to work the night shift Yeah, work the night shift Young, but I'm makin' millions to work the night shift Work, work the night shift Young, but I'm gettin' every single motherfuckin' thing I'm owed You gotta know I'm here to fuck with niggas' souls, my heart is cold It's prolly 'cause I'm from the snow, with all my WOEs I know they wanna see me go, I'm on a roll I mean, I'm back on this again, I'm here again You know the truth, let's not pretend, I'm not your friend Not your guy, I'm not your buddy, show no love' And I might go DeMarcus Cousins out in public Man, I'm back on this again, I'm here again I didn't do this fuckin' tape for CNN I am not tryna win awards, that shit looked forced, it's nothin' like this Young, but I'm makin' millions to work the night shift Yeah, work the night shift Young, but I'm makin' millions to work the night shift Work, work the night shift (Lou) If you were worried about where I've been or who I saw or What club I went to with the homies Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me I've never worried about where I'm at or who I saw or What club I go to with the homies Baby, don't worry, I know that they got me (6ix)

Again

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Fetty Wap

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Yeah, baby Ayy I want you to be mine again, baby, ayy I know my lifestyle is driving you crazy, ayy I cannot see myself without you We call them fans, though, girl, you know how we do I go out of my way to please you I go out of my way to see you And I want you to be mine again, baby, ayy I know my lifestyle is driving you crazy, ayy But I cannot see myself without you We call them fans, though, girl, you know how we do I go out of my way to please you I go out of the way to see you I ain't playing no games, I need you Baby, can you understand I'm a young nigga living? Coming from the trap, all a nigga know is get it I ain't chasing no pussy, girl, I'm talkin' 'bout the digits Big bank rolls in my pockets, all fifties Turned a little check, then I showed you I could triple it Baby, it's Zoovier, I only want you I don't give a fuck who cares, tats on my face She don't give a fuck who stares, looking too good Get you fucked on sight I'm tryna finish this who I started with I'm tryna spend it all who I got it with, ayy She my trap queen, let her hit the bando, ayy We be counting up, watch how far them bands go, ayy Hop out my Bimmer, she jump out the Lambo, ayy Roll them bands up, smooth how the wind go, ayy Dumping wood guts all out the window, ayy Married to the money, I ain't never lettin' go, ayy Baby, it's ZooWap from the bando, ayy Dumping wood guts all out the window, ayy Married to the money, I ain't never let go, ayy Baby, it's ZooWap from the fucking bando I want you to be mine again, baby (ayy, yeah, baby) I know (ayy) my lifestyle is (ayy) driving you crazy (yeah, baby) I cannot see myself without you (ayy) We call them fans, though, girl, you know (baby) how we do I go out of my way to please you (baby) I go out of my way to see you (baby) And I want you to be mine again, baby (yeah, baby) I know my lifestyle is driving you crazy (yeah, baby) But I cannot see myself without you We call them fans, though, girl, you know how we do I go out of my way to please you I go out of the way to see you (yeah) I ain't playing no games, I need you I hope you know I need you, ayy, yeah, baby I get up on my knees too, ayy, yeah, baby Do anything to please you, ayy, yeah, baby Top down when we breeze through, ayy, yeah baby Know they call me Zoovier (Zoovier) We living like a movie (Zoovier) And all the bands down to going up, girl, you know we ran through it I need you, baby, (baby), I ain't afraid admit it Girl, I need you, baby, ayy, (I need you baby) girl, tell me if you with it Yeah, baby, all the bands, I'ma spend it Big ZooWap to the finish (baby) When I come through, they (baby) screaming out Zoovier, baby, scream it loud I want you to be mine again, baby (I want you to be mine) I know my lifestyle is driving you crazy (baby) I cannot see myself without you (ay) We call them fans, though, girl, you know how we do (we do) I go out of my way to please you I go out of my way to see you (yeah, baby) And I want you to be mine again baby (I want you to be mine) I know my lifestyle is driving you crazy But I cannot see myself without you We call them fans, though, girl, you know how we do I go out of my way to please you (ayy) I go out of the way to see you I ain't playing no games, I need you (Ooooo, oooo, yeah baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, whoooo, ahhhh, oooooooo, ah) And I want you to be mine again baby I know my lifestyle is driving you crazy But I cannot see myself without you We call them fans, though, girl, you know how we do I go out of my way to please you I go out of the way to see you I ain't playing no games, I need you

Sorry Not Sorry

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Bryson Tiller

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Fight! Hey Goddamn... I'm winnin' Goddamn! I'm winnin', I'm winnin' God Got money, now you done switched up on me I used to think about how you would act when a nigga got money Now you done switched up on me Now you wanna say "What's up?" to me Okay, so now you wanna make love to me Girl if you don't get the fuck from me I know you thought we had somethin' special But you don't mean nothin' to me Girl I'm sorry, you not the one for me Just be honest, girl, what you want from me? This ain't nothin' new, keep it so 100 I can't let none of these niggas get one up on me I go by Gawd Tiller, you better run from me Give hope to my niggas, them niggas love money Adios to them bitches, can't get a hug from me I'm high on life, that's what it does for me My numbers goin' up, I feel a buzz comin' (One up) Young nigga, young nigga Your friends bad too? Then tell 'em come with you ('Cause I'm on nigga) And we like, bitches with they own shit We don't like gold diggers Girl if you don't get the fuck from me I know you thought we had somethin' special But you don't mean nothin' to me Girl I'm sorry, you not the one for me This the shit I don't condone in Cheatin' on your man but you can get it if you want it Lookin' for a bad bitch, I finally found a culprit Nigga takin' shots, send 'em back, check the postage, yeah Hatin' ass nigga, why won't you shut up? This the motherfuckin' 502 come up And every time I'm back in the city Every bitch with a hidden agenda run up (Cause I'm on, nigga) Young nigga, young nigga Your friends bad too? Then tell 'em come with you ('Cause I'm on nigga) And we like, bitches with they own shit We don't like gold diggers Girl if you don't get the fuck from me I know you thought we had somethin' special But you don't mean nothin' to me Girl I'm sorry, you not the one for me Every nigga did you wrong, except for me I'm next to blow and so you should've been next to me Say you lovesick, girl I got the remedy I'll give you long dick and longevity Don't settle for less or for infidelity Niggas ain't built like me He can't bag and pipe and leave that pussy killed like me Or even keep the business behind his lips like me I got a hundred fuckin' problems Good brain, am I fuckin' with a scholar? Woodgrain, I'ma grip it when I whip it If I take a shot and brick it, I'ma flip it Thankful for my papa, nigga taught me how to get it Gotta make sure my brothers is eating, I'ma split it If she throw that pussy at me I'ma hit it Pen Griffey, but she won't get a penny, no (Boy, if you don't get!) Young nigga, young nigga Your friends bad too? Then tell 'em come with you ('cause I'm on witcha) And we like, bitches with they own shit We don't like gold diggers Girl if you don't get the fuck from me I know you thought we had somethin' special But you don't mean nothin' to me Girl I'm sorry, you not the one for me Hey Goddamn Hey We don't like gold diggers... Goddamn I'm winnin', I'm winnin' Goddamn I'm winnin' Oh no!

ULTIMATE

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Denzel Curry

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Ronny J, listen up I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street (Okay) Under the sun, the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family (Sheesh) By any means, your enemies, my enemies We wet them up like a canteen (Damn) The yellow tape surrounds the fate Don't have a face, so now you late, open the gates (God damn) Great, eliminate like ElimiDate (Ooh) Hey, young boy had to penetrate (Ooh) Face, young boy done caught a case (Ooh) Bang, now his mama livin' with the pain (Uh) Wait, doctor says he's gonna stay (Huh?) Let him get the Senzu Bean so he regenerate (Oh) Now a nigga harder than the head of the state (damn) Denzel Curry is the new candidate (Damn) Ultimate, alternate, you are the opposite Stop this shit, chop your esophagus (Esophagus) Bitches be boppin' it, bow down and pop it in Droppin' it in her esophagus (Esophagus) She get so nasty, in public she classy Perhaps she is able to swallow it (Uh) Girl, I can make you a star (Star, ooh) Then I put her ass on Apollo, bitch (Damn) Bitch, I am ultimate, behold my awesomeness Narcissist, part time an arsonist (Flame) Rippin' through cartilage, I am the hardest, bitch Wrap it up, put in sarcophagus (Damn) Dearly departed, it's done when it started So now that I'm livin' so harmonious (Harmonious) Feelin' like Spartacus, Curry the ultimate I am the best, there's no politics Bitch, I'm ultimate Ultimate Bitch, I'm I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street (Okay) Under the sun, the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family (Sheesh) By any means, your enemies, my enemies We wet them up like a canteen (Damn) The yellow tape surrounds the fate Don't have a face, so now you late, open the gates (Damn) Ultimate, infinite, flow is opium Open the internet, photosynthesis Put in parentheses, temporary Very scary if I feel like Dirty Harry Just might bust a bitch, never knew my life But yet the question is, "Is he fake? Is he real?" What the message is, chop a bitch nigga up I'ma sever it when I sever shit I kill 'em, no Kony, these niggas ain't homies Claim you the homie, I turn into Broly Droppin' melodic, enter the cosmic Flow like a prophet, lyrical toxic Flow like a foreigner, I'm the torturer Out of South Florida, call the coroner Killed in the corridor, I'm the overlord Rhymes like a sorcerer, I'm an animorph Bitch, I'm a beast Nigga, you tell me who fuckin' with me K to the I to the N to the G Claim you the hottest, but I disagree Better learn something and get a degree This for Lord Infamous, so R.I.P Arrivederci, bitches lookin' thirsty Ridin' through the dirty, like it's mandatory Ending of the story I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street (Okay) Under the sun, the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family (Sheesh) By any means, your enemies, my enemies We wet them up like a canteen (Damn) The yellow tape surrounds the fate Don't have a face, so now you late, open the gates

Little Einsteins Theme Song

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Billy Straus

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5, 4, 3, 2, 1! We're going on a trip in our favorite rocket ship Zooming through the sky, Little Einsteins Climb aboard, get ready to explore There's so much to find, Little Einsteins We're going on a mission, start the countdown 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Everyone to rocket, rev it up now RRRRRRRRRRRRRRR We're going on a trip in our favorite rocket ship Zooming through the sky, Little Einsteins Climb aboard, get ready to explore There's so much to find, Little Einsteins Come on, let's go, Little Einsteins We need you, Little Einsteins Yeah!

Maria Im Drunk

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Travis Scott

{"Justin Bieber","Young Thug"}

Made it to L.A., yeah Finally in L.A., yeah Lookin' for the weed though Tryna make my own dough Callin' for Maria Lost without Maria Might dive in the marina (Ooo-oooh, uooo-ooh) So trust me, baby, trust me Trust me, baby, trust me Trust me, baby, trust me I don't mind Trust me, baby, trust me Trust me, baby, trust me Trust me, baby, trust me I don't mind Trust me, trust me Trust me, trust me Trust me, trust me Yeah, I don't mind Travis Scott You know, ooh Thugger Thugger, nigga (Ayy) Call your friends, let's get drunk (Let's get drunk, ayy) Call your friends, let's get drunk (Call your friends and let's get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk (Call your friends and let's get drunk, hey) Call your friends, let's get drunk Call your friends, let's get drunk Call your friends, let's get drunk (Call your friends and let's get drunk, get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk (Call your friends and let's get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk, ooh Twelve more hours left for us in a day (Call your friends and let's get drunk) I've been drinkin' all day, I've been floatin' all day (Ayy, ooh) (Call your friends and let's get drunk, ayy) Bring your ass over here now You know where, how I stay I've been gone for some time now (Yeah) I just want a lil' taste Mix, mix, pour (Lean, lean) (Call your friends and let's get drunk) Drinkin', sippin' slow (Slow it down, bae) (Call your friends and let's get drunk, ayy) Drink so cold now, froze (Pfft) Froze (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Froze (Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh) Come on over, get drunk Damn, girl, I be up late If you want, you can meet me at the studio (You can meet me at the studio) (Call your friends and let's get drunk) Yeah, I've been drinkin' all night (Hey, ooh) Take a shot, all we got is Don Julio (All we got is Don Julio) (Call your friends and let's get drunk, ayy) Yeah, I'm guessin' this is new to you Thinkin' 'bout all the things that I would do to you Them lips on fire and them hips don't lie (Yeah, uh) Girl, I just wanna see what that booty do (Damn right) Let's lose each other's mind (Ah-ah) Let's make each other's night (Ah-ah) Take advantage of time While we both intertwined (Slow it down, bae) Girl, I want you on the rocks, no chaser (Oh no) Be sure to drink it all, won't waste ya (Oh no, pfft) I know you stay sober (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) I'm sure a few drinks won't faze you (Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh) Call your friends, let's get drunk (Hol' up) Call your friends, let's get drunk (Call your friends and let's get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk (Call your friends and let's get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk (Ayy) Call your friends, let's get drunk Call your friends, let's get drunk (Call your friends and let's get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk (Call your friends and let's get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk, yeah Press lil' mama for weed, and she did it for free (Call your friends and let's get drunk) Yeah, that thing wet, baby, I need skis (Call your friends and let's get drunk, ayy) Skrrt, yeah, I need a ski Yeah, oh (Ayy) From the back, pull her track (Ayy) Then I'ma speed race in that (Skrrt) My mama still got my back (Ayy) Pull down your pants, I want crack (Yeah) I'm growing weed, this ain't trees, bitch My bitch brown like Hennessy, bitch Big blood like Freddy in dreams, bitch Dressed in a tie like the Dean, bitch Drunk and in love with my baby Baby, do not go fast, go slow, wait (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Tell me, tell me information, I got rank (Tell me) Let's take a shot together then lay up like planks (Ayy, ayy) Never ever do I wanna leave my lil' lady (Ayy) Catch 'em down bad, now they gotta plan 'fore that boy wake (Yeah) Told God if I get an iced out watch, I won't be late (I promise) Every time I try to stick it in all the way Baby girl be like, "Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy" (Haha) "Ayy, ayy" Call your friends, let's get drunk (Let's get drunk, ayy) Call your friends, let's get drunk (Call your friends and let's get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk (Call your friends and let's get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk (Ayy) Call your friends, let's get drunk Call your friends, let's get drunk (Call your friends and let's get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk (Call your friends and let's get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk Call your friends and let's get drunk Call your friends and let's get drunk, ayy

Lean On

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Major Lazer

{MØ,"DJ Snake"}

Do you recall, not long ago We would walk on the sidewalk? Innocent, remember? All we did was care for each other But the night was warm We were bold and young All around, the wind blows We would only hold on to let go Blow a kiss, fire a gun We need someone to lean on Blow a kiss, fire a gun All we need is somebody to lean on Blow a kiss, fire a gun We need someone to lean on Blow a kiss, fire a gun All-All-All we need is somebody to lean on (Hey, hey, hey, hey) (Hey, hey, hey, hey) What will we do when we get old? Will we walk down the same road? Will you be there by my side? Standing strong as the waves roll over When the nights are long Longing for you to come home All around, the wind blows We would only hold on to let go Blow a kiss, fire a gun We need someone to lean on Blow a kiss, fire a gun All we need is somebody to lean on Blow a kiss, fire a gun We need someone to lean on Blow a kiss, fire a gun All-All-All we need is somebody to lean on All we need is somebody to lean on (We need someone to lean on, hey) (Hey, hey) All-All-All we need is somebody to lean on (Major Lazer, hey) Oh, oh-oh (Hey, hey, hey, hey) (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) Blow a kiss, fire a gun (Hey, hey) We need someone to lean on (Hey, hey) Blow a kiss, fire a gun (Hey, hey) All we need is somebody to lean on (Hey, hey) Blow a kiss, fire a gun (Hey, hey) We need someone to lean on (Hey, hey) Blow a kiss, fire a gun (Hey, hey) All-All-All we need is somebody to lean on (Hey, hey)

Baby Blue

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Action Bronson

{"Chance the Rapper"}

Heartbreak drowned sorrows in a large steak Why you always all on my back? Why you gotta do me like that? Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you? Baby girl, I'm blue Because you treat me like shit I paid for the bed and never even slept in it I paid for that crib I never stepped foot in And now somebody else is eating all the pudding Things change, now my dashboard wooden All black Benz, like a young Doc Gooden Dark shades, 'cause I'm stone crazy Girl, we grown, stop playin' on my phone, baby All your childish attempts to make me angry fall short Which only fuels the rage you have, because you have nothing Understandable, I'm shinin' brilliant with five Brazilians There were times I used to hide my feelings Now I'm butt naked in the Lamborghini And motherfuckers can't see me Wait 'til this chick see me on TV, I make the shit look easy Who would've thought I hit you right back? Why you always all on my back? Why you gotta do me like that? Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you? Baby girl, I'm blue So many women wanna call me 'baby' And you wonder why the fuck that I ain't call you lately Some would say that I'm the symbol for sex and, uh Others would hate, but I don't give 'em no breath Go on a date, I'm at the crib with the chef and, uh That's me, and you could order whatever The specialty is white snake and underwear sauce You could probably catch me somewhere where the sun is next And I understand that's only 'cause I'm popular I'm getting topped off in the front row of the opera As Bocelli sings, the celly rings, I gotta go You'll never know how good it feels to lay in bed with king I'm not exactly flawless, but I'm gorgeous, just like a horse is I know the thought of me succeeding makes a lot of people nauseous Still, I'm on the back of the boat taking pictures with the swordfish Why you always all on my back? Why you gotta do me like that? Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you? Baby girl, I'm blue I hope you get a paper cut on your tongue From a razor in a paper cup I hope every soda you drink already shaken up I hope your dreams dry like raisins in the baking sun I hope your titties all saggy in your early twenties I hope there's always snow in your driveway I hope you never get off Fridays And you work at a Friday's that's always busy on Fridays I hope you win the lottery and lose your ticket I hope it's Ben and Socrates poop all up in your kitchen I hope the zipper on your jacket get stuck And your headphones short, and your charger don't work And you spill shit on your shirt I hope your tears don't hurt, and I can smile in your face Cut my losses, how Delilah changed my locks to a fade I hope you happy, I hope you happy I hope you ruined this shit for a reason, I hope you happy (Igh!) Why you always all on my back? Why you gotta do me like that? Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you? Baby girl, I'm blue La, la la la la La la la la La la la la La la la la La la la la La la la la

See You Again

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Wiz Khalifa

{"Charlie Puth"}

It's been a long day without you, my friend And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again We've come a long way from where we began Oh, I'll tell you all about it when I see you again When I see you again Damn, who knew? All the planes we flew, good things we been through That I'd be standing right here talking to you 'Bout another path, I know we loved to hit the road and laugh But something told me that it wouldn't last Had to switch up, look at things different, see the bigger picture Those were the days, hard work forever pays Now I see you in a better place (See you in a better place) Uh, how could we not talk about family when family's all that we got? Everything I went through, you were standing there by my side And now you gon' be with me for the last ride It's been a long day without you, my friend And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again (I'll see you again) We've come a long way (Yeah, we came a long way) from where we began (You know we started) Oh, I'll tell you all about it when I see you again (I'll tell you) When I see you again Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Yeah) First, you both go out your way and the vibe is feeling strong And what's small turned to a friendship A friendship turned to a bond And that bond will never be broken The love will never get lost (The love will never get lost) And when brotherhood come first Then the line will never be crossed Established it on our own when that line had to be drawn And that line is what we reached So remember me when I'm gone (Remember me when I'm gone) How could we not talk about family when family's all that we got? Everything I went through you were standing there by my side And now you gon' be with me for the last ride So let the light guide your way, yeah Hold every memory as you go And every road you take Will always lead you home, home It's been a long day without you, my friend And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again We've come a long way from where we began Oh, I'll tell you all about it when I see you again When I see you again Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh (Uh) Yeah yeah (Yeah) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Yo) When I see you again (Yo, uh) Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh See you again, oh-oh (Yo, yo) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Uh-huh) (Yup) When I see you again

Sausage

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Eggs, Bacon, Grits

{"Eggs / Bacon / Grits"}

Pull up in IHOP ordering SAUSAGE! Need a pancake with your mothafuckin' SAUSAGE! Gimme that shit I need some SAUSAGE! Lick my dick that shit a SAUSAGE! My shit brown like a mothafuckin' SAUSAGE! Go 'head, get head, eat some SAUSAGE! I like bacon and I like SAUSAGE! And I like pancakes and I like SAUSAGE! Waffles good but I like SAUSAGE! I eat eggs, but give me some SAUSAGE! Everybody say sausage to keep that shit goin'! Eggs, bacon, grits, SAUSAGE! Tell that bitch I wanna fuck her SAUSAGE! She want my grits and my eggs and my SAUSAGE! Put some fuckin' syrup on my goddamn SAUSAGE! Give me that bitch, I know you wanna lick my SAUSAGE! Walk in the hotel room, you see my SAUSAGE! Sau-sau-sau-sau-sau-sau-sau-sau SAUSAGE! Sau-sau-sau-sau-sau-sau-sau-sau SAUSAGE! Eggs, bacon, grits, SAUSAGE! Tell that bitch to come lick on my SAUSAGE! I got your bitch and she wanna get my SAUSAGE! Sau-sau-sau-sau-sau-sau-sau SAUSAGE!

King Kunta

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Kendrick Lamar

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I got a bone to pick I don't want you monkey-mouth motherfuckers Sittin' in my throne again Ayy, ayy, nigga, what's happenin'? K-Dot back in the hood, nigga! I'm mad (He mad!), but I ain't stressin' True friends, one question Bitch, where you when I was walkin'? Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin' King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him Kunta, black man taking no losses, oh yeah Bitch, where you when I was walkin'? Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin' King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him When you got the yams-(What's the yams?) The yam is the power that be You can smell it when I'm walkin' down the street (Oh yes, we can, oh yes, we can) I can dig rappin', but a rapper with a ghostwriter? What the fuck happened? (Oh no!) I swore I wouldn't tell, but most of y'all sharing bars Like you got the bottom bunk in a two-man cell (A two-man cell) Something's in the water (Something's in the water) And if I gotta brown-nose for some gold Then I'd rather be a bum than a motherfuckin' baller (Oh yeah!) Bitch, where you when I was walkin'? Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin' King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him King Kunta, black man taking no losses, oh yeah Bitch, where you when I was walkin'? Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin' King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him When you got the yams-(What's the yams?) The yam brought it out of Richard Pryor Manipulated Bill Clinton with desires Twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five days times two I was contemplatin' gettin' off stage Just to go back to the hood, see my enemy, and say... (Oh yeah) Bitch, where you when I was walkin'? Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin' King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him Kunta, black man taking no losses, oh yeah Bitch, where you when I was walkin'? Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin' King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him You goat-mouth mammyfucker I was gonna kill a couple rappers, but they did it to themselves Everybody's suicidal, they ain't even need my help This shit is elementary, I'll probably go to jail If I shoot at your identity and bounce to the left Stuck a flag in my city, everybody's screamin', "Compton!" I should probably run for mayor when I'm done, to be honest And I put that on my momma and my baby boo too Twenty million walkin' out the court buildin', woo-woo! Aw, yeah, fuck the judge I made it past twenty-five, and there I was A little nappy-headed nigga with the world behind him Life ain't shit but a fat vagina Screamin', "Annie, are you okay? Annie, are you okay?" Limo tinted with the gold plates Straight from the bottom, this the belly of the beast From a peasant to a prince to a motherfuckin' king (Oh yeah) Bitch, where you when I was walkin'-*Gunshot* By the time you hear the next pop The funk shall be within you-*Gunshot* Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin' King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him King Kunta, black man taking no losses, oh yeah Bitch, where you when I was walkin'? Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin' King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him Funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk We want the funk We want the funk Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it? We want the funk Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it? We want the funk Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it? We want the funk Do you want the funk? We want the funk Do you want the funk? We want the funk Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it? We want the funk I remember you was conflicted, misusing your influence

​u

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Kendrick Lamar

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*Screaming* Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated I place blame on you still, place shame on you still Feel like you ain't shit, feel like you don't feel Confidence in yourself, breakin' on marble floors Watchin' anonymous strangers, tellin' me that I'm yours But you ain't shit, I'm convinced your tolerance nothin' special What can I blame you for? Nigga, I can name several Situations, I'll start with your little sister bakin' A baby inside, just a teenager, where your patience? Where was your antennas? Where was the influence you speak of? You preached in front of one-hunnid-thousand but never reached her I fuckin' tell you fuckin' failure-you ain't no leader! I never liked you, forever despise you-I don't need ya! The world don't need ya, don't let them deceive ya Numbers lie too, fuck your pride too, that's for dedication Thought money would change you, made you more complacent Fuckin' hate you, I hope you embrace it, I swear- Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated Lovin' you, lovin' you, not lovin' you, 100° proof I can feel your vibe and recognize that you're ashamed of me Yes, I hate you, too (Loving you ain't really complicated) "Housekeeping, housekeeping" (What I got to do to get to you?) "¡Abre la puerta! ¡Abre la puerta tengo que limpiar el cuarto!" (To you) "¡Es que no hay mucho tiempo tengo que limpiar el cuarto!" (Loving you ain't really complicated) "¡Disculpe!" (What I got to do to get to you?) (To you) And you the reason why mom and them leavin' No, you ain't shit, you say you love 'em, I know you don't mean it I know you irresponsible, selfish, in denial, can't help it Your trials and tribulations a burden, everyone felt it Everyone heard it, multiple shots, corners cryin' out You was deserted, where was your antennas again? Where was your presence? Where was your support that you pretend? You ain't no brother, you ain't no disciple, you ain't no friend A friend never leave Compton for profit, or leave his best friend, little brother You promised you'd watch him before they shot him Where was your antennas? On the road, bottles and bitches You FaceTimed him one time, that's unforgiven You even FaceTimed instead of a hospital visit Guess you thought he'd recover well Third surgery, they couldn't stop the bleeding for real Then he died, God himself will say, "You fuckin' failed," you ain't try *Sniffling* I know your secrets, nigga, mood swings is frequent, nigga I know depression is restin' on your heart for two reasons, nigga I know you and a couple block boys ain't been speakin', nigga Y'all damn near beefin', I see it and you're the reason, nigga And if this bottle could talk *gulping* I cry myself to sleep, bitch, everything is your fault Faults breakin' to pieces, earthquakes on every weekend Because you shook as soon as you knew confinement was needed I know your secrets, don't let me tell 'em to the world About that shit you thinkin' and that time you *gulping*, I'm 'bout to hurl I'm fucked up, but I ain't as fucked up as you You just can't get right, I think your heart made of bullet proof Should've killed yo' ass long time ago You should've felt that black revolver blast a long time ago And if these mirrors could talk it'd say, "You gotta go" And if I told your secrets the world'll know money can't stop a suicidal weakness

Mortal Man

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Kendrick Lamar

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Ohhh, ohhhh, woahhh Uh, yeah Uh, yeah Uh Yeah, uh The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propellin' Let these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression And with that being said, my nigga, let me ask this question: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? When shit hit the fan- (One two, one two, one two) When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propellin' Let these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression And with that being said, my nigga, let me ask this question: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? Won't you look to your left and right? Make sure you ask your friends When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me? Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be? Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime? Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line? If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar? Or question my character and degrade me on every blog? Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question: When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? Won't you look to your left and right? Make sure you ask your friends When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propellin' Let my words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression And with that- Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her? You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur? You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars, hurt? You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the first? Can you be immortalized without your life being expired? Even though you share the same blood, is it worth the time? Like, who got your best interest? Like, how much are you dependent? How clutch are the people that say they love you? And who pretending? How tough is your skin when they turn you in? Do you show forgiveness? What brush do you bend when dusting your shoulders from being offended? What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing? What kind of bridge did they burn? Revenge on your mind when it's mentioned You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson You wanna walk in his shoes, but your peacemaking seldom You wanna be remembered that delivered the message That considered the blessing of everyone This your lesson for everyone, say; When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? Won't you look to your left and right? Make sure you ask your friends When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin' Let my word be your Earth and moon, you consume every message As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression And if you riding with me, nigga- I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you That's not Nelson-like-want you to love me like Nelson I went to Robben's Island analysing; that's where his cell is So I could find clarity-like, how much you cherish me? Is this relationship a fake, or real as the heavens be? See I got to question it all; family, friends, fans, cats, dogs Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow, Murphy's Law Generation X-will I ever be your ex? Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth of Pit bulls Put me under stress, crawled under rocks, duckin' y'all It's respect-but then tomorrow, put my back against the wall How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead? Is it Moses? Is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red? Is it Martin Luther? JFK? Shooter-you assassin Is it Jackie? Is it Jesse? Oh, I know it's Michael Jackson-oh When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? That nigga gave us "Billie Jean," you say he touched those kids? When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propelling Let my word be your Earth and moon, you consume every message As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression And if you riding with me, nigga, let me ask this question, nigga "I remember you was conflicted Misusing your influence Sometimes I did the same Abusing my power, full of resentment Resentment that turned into a deep depression Found myself screaming in the hotel room I didn't wanna self destruct The evils of Lucy was all around me So I went running for answers Until I came home But that didn't stop survivor's guilt Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was But while my loved ones was fighting the continuous war back in the city I was entering a new one A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned The word was respect Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us But I don't know, I'm no mortal man Maybe I'm just another nigga" Shit and that's all I wrote I was gonna call it "Another Nigga" but, it ain't really a poem I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa- About a metaphor actually, uh, you spoke on the ground What you mean by that, what the ground represent? The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil Right That's how I see it, my word is bond I see-and the ground is the symbol for the poor people Right The poor people is gonna open up this whole world And swallow up the rich people 'Cause the rich people gonna be so fat And they gonna be so appetizing, you know what I'm saying Wealthy, appetizing The poor gonna be so poor, and hungry Right You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be... There might, there might be some cannibalism out this muh-fu- They might eat the rich, you know what I'm saying? Aight so let me ask you this then Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich Or somebody that made the best of they own opportunities? I see myself as a natural born hustler A true hustler in every sense of the word I took nothin', I took the opportunities I worked at the most menial and degrading job And built myself up so I could get it to where I owned it I went from having somebody managing me To me hiring the person that works my management company I changed everything, I realized my destiny In a matter of five years, you know what I'm saying? I made myself a millionaire, I made millions for a lot of people Now it's time to make millions for myself, you know what I'm saying? I made millions for the record companies I made millions for these movie companies Now I make millions for, for us And through your different avenues of success How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity? By my faith in God, by my faith in the game And by my faith in "all good things come to those that stay true" Right You know what I'm saying? And it was happening to me for a reason You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit I was punching the right buttons and it was happening So it's no problem, you know I mean, it's a problem but I'm not finna let them know I'm finna go straight through Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or somebody that Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall? Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been, uh Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance And not only me but, it goes down my family tree You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back Aight well, how long will you think it take before niggas be like "We fighting a war, I'm fighting a war I can't win And I wanna lay it all down" In this country, a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit maximum strength And that's right now while you a teenager, while you still strong While you still wanna lift weights, while you still wanna shoot back 'Cause once you turn 30 it's like They take the heart and soul out of a man Out of a black man, in this country And you don't wanna fight no more And if you don't believe me, you can look around You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old motherfuckers That's crazy, because me being one of your offsprings Of the legacy you left behind, I can truly tell you that There's nothing but turmoil goin' on so, I wanted to ask you What you think is the future for me and my generation today? I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores And next time it's a riot it's gonna be like, uh, bloodshed For real, I don't think America know that I think America think we was just playing And it's gonna be some more playing but It ain't gonna be no playing It's gonna be murder, you know what I'm saying? It's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831, up in this motherfucker You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen That's crazy, man, in my opinion Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations Lot a people don't understand how important it is, you know Sometimes I can like, get behind a mic And I don't know what type of energy I'ma push out Or where it comes from, trip me out sometimes Because it's spirits, we ain't even really rappin' We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us Damn I wanted to read one last thing to you It's actually something a good friend had wrote Describing my world, it says: "The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it Its only job is to eat or consume everything around it In order to protect itself from this mad city While consuming its environment The caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive One thing it noticed is how much the world shuns him But praises the butterfly The butterfly represents the talent, the thoughtfulness And the beauty within the caterpillar But having a harsh outlook on life The caterpillar sees the butterfly as weak And figures out a way to pimp it to his own benefits Already surrounded by this mad city The caterpillar goes to work on the cocoon Which institutionalizes him He can no longer see past his own thoughts He's trapped When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take root, such as Going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city The result? Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations That the caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle Although the butterfly and caterpillar are completely different They are one and the same" What's your perspective on that? Pac? Pac? Pac?!

Wesleys Theory

rap

Kendrick Lamar

{"George Clinton",Thundercat}

Every nigga is a star, ayy, every nigga is a star Every nigga is a star, ayy, every nigga is a star Every nigga is a star, ayy Who will deny that you and I and every nigga is a star? Hit me! When the four corners of this cocoon collide You'll slip through the cracks hopin' that you'll survive Gather your wit, take a deep look inside Are you really who they idolize? To pimp a butterfly At first, I did love you But now I just wanna fuck Late nights thinkin' of you Until I get my nut Tossed and turned, lesson learned You was my first girlfriend Bridges burned, all across the board Destroyed, but what for? When I get signed, homie, I'ma act a fool Hit the dance floor, strobe lights in the room Snatch your little secretary bitch for the homies Blue-eyed devil with a fat-ass monkey I'ma buy a brand new Caddy on vogues Chunk the hood up, two times, deuce-four Platinum on everythin', platinum on weddin' ring Married to the game and a bad bitch chose When I get signed, homie, I'ma buy a strap Straight from the CIA, set it on my lap Take a few M-16s to the hood Pass 'em all out on the block, what's good? I'ma put the Compton swap meet by the White House Republican run up, get socked out Hit the press with a Cuban link on my neck Uneducated, but I got a million-dollar check like that We should never gave We should never gave niggas money Go back home, money, go back home We should never gave We should never gave niggas money Go back home, money, go back home (Everybody get out) At first, I did love you (Love you) But now I just wanna fuck (I just wanna fuck) Late nights thinkin' of you (Of you) Until I get my nut ('Til I get my nut) Tossed and turned, lesson learned You was my first girlfriend Bridges burned, all across the board (Across the board) Destroyed, but what for? Yo, what's up? It's Dre Remember the first time you came out to the house? You said you wanted a spot like mine But remember, anybody can get it The hard part is keepin' it, motherfucker What you want you? A house or a car? Forty acres and a mule, a piano, a guitar? Anythin', see, my name is Uncle Sam, I'm your dog Motherfucker, you can live at the mall I know your kind (That's why I'm kind) Don't have receipts (Oh, man, that's fine) Pay me later, wear those gators Cliché? Then say, "Fuck your haters" I can see the baller in you, I can see the dollar in you Little white lies, but it's no white-collar in you But it's whatever though because I'm still followin' you Because you make me live forever, baby Count it all together, baby Then hit the register and make me feel better, baby Your horoscope is a gemini, two sides So you better cop everything two times Two coupes, two chains, two C-notes Too much ain't enough, both we know Christmas, tell 'em what's on your wish list Get it all, you deserve it, Kendrick And when you hit the White House, do you But remember, you ain't pass economics in school And everything you buy, taxes will deny I'll Wesley Snipe your ass before thirty-five Yeah, lookin' down, it's quite a drop (It's quite a drop, drop, drop) Lookin' good when you're on top (When you're on top, you got it) You got a medal for us Leavin' metaphors metaphysically in a state of euphoria Look both ways before you cross my mind We should never gave We should never gave niggas money Go back home, money, go back home We should never gave We should never gave niggas money Go back home, money, go back home Tax man comin', tax man comin' Tax man comin', tax man comin' Tax man comin', tax man comin' Tax man comin', tax man comin'

For Free? Interlude

rap

Kendrick Lamar

{}

Fuck you, motherfucker, you a ho-ass nigga I don't know why you trying to go big, nigga, you ain't shit Walking around like you God's gift to Earth, nigga, you ain't shit You ain't even buy me no outfit for the Fourth I need that Brazilian, wavy, twenty-eight inch, you playin' I shouldn't be fuckin' with you anyway I need a baller-ass, boss-ass nigga You's a off-brand-ass nigga, everybody know it Your homies know it, everybody fuckin' know Fuck you, nigga, don't call me no more You won't know, you gonna lose on a good bitch My other nigga is on, you off What the fuck is really going on? This dick ain't free You lookin' at me like it ain't a receipt Like I never made ends meet Eating your leftovers and raw meat This dick ain't free Livin' in captivity raised my cap salary Celery, tellin' me green is all I need Evidently, all I seen was Spam and raw sardines This dick ain't free, I mean, baby You really think we could make a baby named Mercedes Without a Mercedes Benz and twenty-four-inch rims Five percent tint, and air conditioning vents? Hell fuckin' naw, this dick ain't free I need forty acres and a mule Not a forty ounce and a pitbull Bullshit, matador, matador Had the door knockin', let 'em in, who's that? Genital's best friend, this dick ain't free Pity the fool that made the pretty in you prosper Titty juice and pussy lips kept me obnoxious Kept me up watchin' pornos in poverty; apology? No Watch you politic with people less fortunate, like myself Every dog has its day, now doggy style shall help This dick ain't free Matter of fact, it need interest Matter of fact, it's nine inches Matter of fact, see our friendship based on business Pension, more pension, you're pinchin' my percents It's been relentless, fuck forgiveness, fuck your feelings Fuck your sources, all distortion, if you fuck it's more abortion More divorce courts and portion My check with less endorsement left me dormant Dusted, doomed, disgusted, forced with Fuck you think is in more shit? Porcelain pipes pressure, bust 'em twice Choice is devastated, decapitated the horseman Oh America, you bad bitch, I picked cotton and made you rich Now my dick ain't free I'ma get my Uncle Sam to fuck you up You ain't no king

Institutionalized

rap

Kendrick Lamar

{"Snoop Dogg",Bilal,"Anna Wise"}

What money got to do with it When I don't know the full definition of a rap image? I'm trapped inside the ghetto and I ain't proud to admit it Institutionalized, I keep runnin' back for a visit, hol' up Get it back I said I'm trapped inside the ghetto and I ain't proud to admit it Institutionalized, I could still kill me a nigga, so what? If I was the president I'd pay my mama's rent Free my homies and them Bulletproof my Chevy doors Lay in the White House and get high, Lord Whoever thought? Master, take the chains off me! Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom Zoom, zoom, zoom Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom Zoom, zoom, zoom Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom Zoom, zoom, zoom Zoom, zoom, zoom, shit Life, to me, like a box of chocolate Quid pro quo, somethin' for somethin', that's the obvious Oh shit, flow's so sick, don't you swallow it Bitin' my style, you're salmonella poison positive I can just alleviate the rap industry politics Milk the game up, never lactose intolerant The last remainder of real shit, you know the obvious Me, scholarship? No, streets put me through colleges Be all you can be, true, but the problem is Dream only a dream if work don't follow it Remind me of the homies that used to know me, now follow this I'll tell you my hypothesis, I'm probably just way too loyal K Dizzle will do it for you, my niggas think I'm a god Truthfully all of 'em spoiled, usually, you're never charged But somethin' came over you once I took you to them fuckin' BET Awards You lookin' at artistses like they're harvestses So many Rollies around you and you want all of 'em Somebody told me you thinkin' 'bout snatchin' jewelry I should've listened when my grandmama said to me: "Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo' ass, nigga Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo' ass, boy Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo' ass, nigga Oh now, slow down" And once upon a time, in a city so divine Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga He was five-foot somethin', God bless the kid Took his homies to the show and this is what they said: "Fuck am I 'posed to do when I'm lookin' at walkin' licks? The constant big money talk 'bout the mansion and foreign whips The private jets and passport, presidential glass floor Gold bottles, gold models, givin' up the ass for Instagram flicks, suckin' dick, fuck is this? One more sucker wavin' with a flashy wrist My defense mechanism tell me to get him Quickly because he got it It's a recession, then why the fuck he at King of Diamonds? No more livin' poor, meet my four-four When I see 'em, put the per diem on the floor Now Kendrick, know they're your co-workers But it's gon' take a lot 'fore this pistol go cold turkey Now I can watch his watch on the TV and be okay But see I'm on the clock once that watch landin' in LA Remember steal from the rich and givin' it back to the poor? Well, that's me at these awards" I guess my grandmama was warnin' a boy She said "Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo' ass, nigga Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo' ass, boy Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo' ass, nigga Oh now, slow down" And once upon a time, in a city so divine Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga He was five-foot something, dazed and confused Talented but still under the neighborhood ruse You can take your boy out the hood But you can't take the hood out the homie Took his show money, stashed it in the mozey wozey Hollywood's nervous Fuck you, goodnight, thank you much for your service

These Walls

rap

Kendrick Lamar

{Bilal,"Anna Wise",Thundercat}

I remember you was conflicted, misusing your influence Sometimes, I did the same (Woman moaning) If these walls could talk If these walls could talk If these walls could talk If these walls could talk If these walls could talk If these walls could talk- Sex She just want to close her eyes and sway With you, with you, with you (Ah, come on) Exercise her right to work it out It's true, it's true, it's true Shout out to the birthday girls Say hey (Hey), say hey (Hey), (Ah, girl) Everyone deserves a night to play (Play) She plays, only when you tell her no If these walls could talk I can feel your reign when it cries, gold lives inside of you If these walls could talk I love it when I'm in it, I love it when I'm in it If these walls could talk, they'd tell me to swim good No boat, I float better than he would No life jacket, I'm not the God of Nazareth But your flood can be misunderstood Walls telling me they full of pain, resentment Need someone to live in them just to relieve tension Me, I'm just a tenant Landlord said these walls vacant more than a minute These walls are vulnerable, exclamation Interior pink, color coordinated I interrogated every nook and cranny I mean, it's still amazing, before they couldn't stand me These walls want to cry tears These walls happier when I'm here These walls never could hold up Every time I come around, demolition might crush If these walls could talk I can feel your reign when it cries, gold lives inside of you If these walls could talk I love it when I'm in it, I love it when I'm in it If these walls could talk, they'd tell me to go deep Yelling at me continuously, I can see Your defense mechanism is my decision Knock these walls down, that's my religion Walls feeling like they ready to close in I suffocate, then catch my second wind I resonate in these walls I don't know how long I can wait in these walls I've been on the streets too long Looking at you from the outside in They sing the same old song About how they walls always the cleanest I beg to differ, I must've missed them I'm not involved, I'd rather diss 'em I'd rather call on you, put your wall up 'Cause when I come around, demolition gon' crush If these walls could talk I can feel your reign when it cries, gold lives inside of you If these walls could talk I love it when I'm in it, I love it when I'm in it If your walls could talk, they'd tell you it's too late Your destiny accepted your fate Burn accessories and stash them on the yard Take the recipe, the Bible and God Wall telling you that commissary is low Race wars happening, no calling CO No calling your mother to save you Homies to say you're irrepetible, not acceptable Your behavior is Sammy the Bull like A killer that turned snitch Walls is telling me you a bitch You pray for appeals hoping the warden would afford them That sentence so important Walls telling you to listen to Sing About Me Retaliation is strong, you even dream 'bout me Killed my homeboy and God spared your life Dumb criminal got indicted same night So when you play this song, rewind the first verse About me abusing my power so you can hurt About me and her in the shower whenever she horny About me and her in the after hours of the morning About her baby daddy currently serving life And how she think about you until we meet up at night About the only girl that cared about you when you asked her And how she fuckin' on a famous rapper Walls can talk (Talk) I remember you was conflicted Misusing your influence Sometimes I did the same Abusing my power, full of resentment Resentment that turned into a deep depression Found myself screaming in a hotel room

Alright

rap

Kendrick Lamar

{}

Alls my life, I has to fight, nigga Alls my life, I- Hard times like, "Yah!" Bad trips like, "Yah!" Nazareth I'm fucked up, homie, you fucked up But if God got us, then we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright We gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Uh, and when I wake up I recognize you're looking at me for the pay cut But homicide be looking at you from the face down What MAC-11 even boom with the bass down? Schemin', and let me tell you 'bout my life Painkillers only put me in the twilight Where pretty pussy and Benjamin is the highlight Now tell my momma I love her, but this what I like, Lord knows Twenty of 'em in my Chevy, tell 'em all to come and get me Reaping everything I sow, so my karma coming heavy No preliminary hearings on my record I'm a motherfucking gangster in silence for the record, uh Tell the world I know it's too late Boys and girls, I think I've gone cray Drown inside my vices all day Won't you please believe when I say Wouldn't you know We been hurt, been down before Nigga, when our pride was low Lookin' at the world like, "Where do we go?" Nigga, and we hate po-po Wanna kill us dead in the street fo sho' Nigga, I'm at the preacher's door My knees gettin' weak, and my gun might blow But we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright We gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright What you want you, a house? You, a car? Forty acres and a mule? A piano, a guitar? Anything, see my name is Lucy, I'm your dog Motherfucker, you can live at the mall I can see the evil, I can tell it, I know it's illegal I don't think about it, I deposit every other zero Thinking of my partner, put the candy, paint it on the Regal Digging in my pocket, ain't a profit big enough to feed you Every day my logic get another dollar just to keep you In the presence of your chico, ah! I don't talk about it, be about it, every day I sequel If I got it then you know you got it, Heaven, I can reach you Pat Dawg, Pat Dawg, Pat Dawg, my dog, that's all Bick back and Chad, I trap the bag for y'all I rap, I black on track so rest assured My rights, my wrongs; I write 'til I'm right with God Wouldn't you know We been hurt, been down before Nigga, when our pride was low Lookin' at the world like, "Where do we go?" Nigga, and we hate po-po Wanna kill us dead in the street fo sho' Nigga, I'm at the preacher's door My knees gettin' weak, and my gun might blow But we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright We gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright I keep my head up high I cross my heart and hope to die Lovin' me is complicated Too afraid of a lot of changes I'm alright, and you're a favorite Dark nights in my prayers I remembered you was conflicted Misusing your influence, sometimes I did the same Abusing my power, full of resentment Resentment that turned into a deep depression Found myself screamin' in the hotel room I didn't wanna self-destruct The evils of Lucy was all around me So I went runnin' for answers

Hood Politics

rap

Kendrick Lamar

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K-Dot, pick up the phone, nigga Every time I call, it's going to voicemail Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga No socks and skinny jeans and shit, ha Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haha Call me on Shaniqua's phone! I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo-boo Your home boy, your block that you're from, boo-boo Lil hoes you went to school with, boo-boo Baby mama and your new bitch, boo-boo We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce-deuce 14 years later, going hard like we used to, on the dead homies On the dead homies I don't give a fuck about no politics in rap, my nigga Our lil' homie Stunna Deuce ain't never comin' back, my nigga So you better go hard every time you jump on wax, my nigga Fuck what they talkin' 'bout, your shit is where it's at, my nigga Came in this game, you stuck your fangs in this game You wore no chain in this game, your hood, your name in this game Now you double up, time to bubble up the bread and huddle up Stickin' to the scripts, now, here, if them Benjamins go cuddle up Skip, hop, drip, drop Flip, flop with the white tube sock It goes, "Sherm sticks, burn this" That's what the product smell like when the chemicals mix 50-nigga salute, out the Compton zoo, with the extras El Co's, Monte Carlos, Road Kings, and dressers Rip Ridaz, P-Funkers, Mexicans, they fuck with you Asians, they fuck with you, nobody can fuck with you I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo-boo Your homeboy, your block that you're from, boo-boo Lil hoes you went to school with, boo-boo Baby mama and your new bitch, boo-boo We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce-deuce 14 years later, going hard like we used to, on the dead homies On the dead homies Hopped out the Caddy, just got my dick sucked The little homies called and said, "The enemies done cliqued up" Oh, yeah? Puto want to squabble with mi barrio? Oh, yeah? Tell 'em they can run it for the cardio Oh, yeah? Everything is everything, it's scandalous Slow motion for the ambulance, the project filled with cameras The LAPD gamblin', scramblin', football numbers slanderin' Niggas' names on paper-you snitched all summer Streets don't fail me now They tell me it's a new gang in town From Compton to Congress Set-trippin' all around Ain't nothin' new but a flu of new Demo-Crips and Re-Blood-icans Red state versus a blue state-which one you governin'? They give us guns and drugs, call us thugs Make it they promise to fuck with you No condom, they fuck with you, Obama say, "What it do?" Obama say, "What it do?" Obama say, "What it do?" Obama say, "What it do?" I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo-boo Your homeboy, your block that you're from, boo-boo Lil hoes you went to school with, boo-boo Baby mama and your new bitch, boo-boo We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce-deuce 14 years later, going hard like we used to, on the dead homies On the dead homies Everybody want to talk about who this and who that Who the realest and who wack, or who white or who Black Critics want to mention that they miss when hip-hop was rappin' Motherfucker, if you did, then Killer Mike'd be platinum Y'all priorities fucked up, put energy in wrong shit Hennessy and Crown Vic, my memory been gone since Don't ask about no camera blocking at award shows No, don't ask about my bitch, no, don't ask about my Vogues 'Less you askin' me about power, yeah, I got a lot of it I'm the only nigga next to Snoop that can push the button Had the Coast on standby "K. Dot, what up? I heard they opened up Pandora's box" I box 'em all in, by a landslide Nah, homie, we too sensitive, it spill out to the streets I make the call and get the Coast involved, then history repeats But I resolved inside that private hall while sitting down with Jay He said, "It's funny how one verse could fuck up the game" I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo-boo I remember you was conflicted Misusing your influence Sometimes I did the same Abusing my power full of resentment Resentment that turned into a deep depression Found myself screaming in a hotel room I didn't want to self-destruct The evils of Lucy was all around me So I went running for answers Until I came home But that didn't stop survivors guilt Going back and forth Trying to convince myself the stripes I earned Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was But while my loved ones was fighting a continuous war Back in the city I was entering a new one

How Much a Dollar Cost

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Kendrick Lamar

{"Ronald Isley","James Fauntleroy"}

How much a dollar really cost? The question is detrimental, paralyzin' my thoughts Parasites in my stomach keep me with a gut feeling, y'all Gotta see how I'm chillin' once I park this luxury car Hopping out feeling big as Mutombo "20 on pump 6," dirty Marcellus called me Dumbo Twenty years ago, can't forget Now I can lend him a ear or two How to stack these residuals tenfold The liberal concept of what men'll do "20 on 6," he didn't hear me Indigenous African only spoke Zulu My American tongue was leery Walked out the gas station A homeless man with a semi-tan complexion Asked me for ten Rand, stressin' about dry land Deep water, powder blue skies that crack open A piece of crack that he wanted, I knew he was smokin' He begged and pleaded Asked me to feed him twice, I didn't believe it Told him, "Beat it" Contributin' money just for his pipe-I couldn't see it He said, "My son, temptation is one thing that I've defeated Listen to me, I want a single bill from you Nothin' less, nothin' more" I told him I ain't have it and closed my door Tell me, how much a dollar cost? It's more to feed your mind Water, sun and love, the one you love All you need, the air you breathe He's starin' at me in disbelief My temper is buildin', he's starin' at me, I grab my key He's starin' at me, I started the car, then I tried to leave And somethin' told me to keep it in park until I could see The reason why he was mad at a stranger Like I was supposed to save him Like I'm the reason he's homeless and askin' me for a favor He's starin' at me, his eyes followed me with no laser He's starin' at me, I notice that his stare is contagious 'Cause now I'm starin' back at him, feelin' some type of disrespect If I could throw a bat at him, it'd be aimin' at his neck I never understood someone beggin' for goods Askin' for handouts, takin' it if they could And this particular person just had it down pat Starin' at me for the longest until he finally asked "Have you ever opened up Exodus 14? A humble man is all that we ever need" Tell me, how much a dollar cost? It's more to feed your mind Water, sun and love, the one you love All you need, the air you breathe Guilt trippin' and feelin' resentment I never met a transient that demanded attention They got me frustrated, indecisive and power trippin' Sour emotions got me lookin' at the universe different I should distance myself, I should keep it relentless My selfishness is what got me here, who the fuck I'm kiddin'? So I'ma tell you like I told the last bum Crumbs and pennies, I need all of mines And I recognize this type of panhandlin' all the time I got better judgment, I know when nigga's hustlin', keep in mind When I was strugglin', I did compromise, now I comprehend I smell Grandpa's old medicine, reekin' from your skin Moonshine and gin, nigga you're babblin', your words ain't flatterin' I'm imaginin' Denzel but lookin' at O'Neal Kazaam is sad thrills, your gimmick is mediocre The jig is up, I seen you from a mile away losin' focus And I'm insensitive, and I lack empathy He looked at me and said, "Your potential is bittersweet" I looked at him and said, "Every nickel is mines to keep" He looked at me and said, "Know the truth, it'll set you free You're lookin' at the Messiah, the son of Jehovah, the higher power The choir that spoke the word, the Holy Spirit The nerve of Nazareth, and I'll tell you just how much a dollar cost The price of having a spot in Heaven, embrace your loss-I am God" I washed my hands, I said my grace What more do you want from me? Tears of a clown, guess I'm not all what it's all meant to be Shades of grey will never change if I condone Turn this page, help me change to right my wrongs

Stressed Out

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twenty one pilots

{"​twenty one pilots"}

I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words I wish I found some chords in an order that is new I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang I was told, when I get older, all my fears would shrink But now I'm insecure, and I care what people think My name's Blurryface and I care what you think My name's Blurryface and I care what you think Wish we could turn back time to the good old days When our momma sang us to sleep, but now we're stressed out (Oh) Wish we could turn back time (Oh) to the good old days (Oh) When our momma sang us to sleep, but now we're stressed out We're stressed out Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young How come I'm never able to identify where it's comin' from? I'd make a candle out of it, if I ever found it Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I'd probably only sell one It'd be to my brother, 'cause we have the same nose Same clothes, homegrown, a stone's throw from a creek we used to roam But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered Out of student loans and treehouse homes, we all would take the latter My-my-my name's Blurryface and I care what you think My name's Blurryface and I care what you think Wish we could turn back time to the good old days When our momma sang us to sleep, but now we're stressed out (Oh) Wish we could turn back time (Oh) to the good old days (Oh) When our momma sang us to sleep, but now we're stressed out We used to play pretend, give each other different names We would build a rocket ship an' then we'd fly it far away Used to dream of outer space, but now they're laughin' at our face Sayin', "Wake up, you need to make money!," yeah We used to play pretend, give each other different names We would build a rocket ship an' then we'd fly it far away Used to dream of outer space, but now they're laughin' at our face Sayin', "Wake up, you need to make money!," yeah Wish we could turn back time to the good old days When our momma sang us to sleep, but now we're stressed out (Oh) Wish we could turn back time (Oh) to the good old days (Oh) When our momma sang us to sleep, but now we're stressed out We used to play pretend, used to play pretend, money We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, money We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money Used to play pretend, give each other different names We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away Used to dream of outer space, but now they're laughin' at our face Sayin', "Wake up, you need to make money!," yeah

Ride

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twenty one pilots

{"​twenty one pilots"}

I just wanna stay in the sun where I find I know it's hard sometimes Pieces of peace in the sun's peace of mind I know it's hard sometimes Yeah, I think about the end just way too much But it's fun to fantasize On my enemies who wouldn't wish who I was But it's fun to fantasize (Size, size) Oh-woah-woah, oh-woah-woah, I'm fallin' So I'm takin' my time on my ride, oh-woah-woah, I'm fallin' So I'm takin' my time on my ride Takin' my time on my ride "I'd die for you," that's easy to say We have a list of people that we would take A bullet for them, a bullet for you A bullet for everybody in this room But I don't seem to see many bullets comin' through See many bullets comin' through Metaphorically, I'm the man But literally, I don't know what I'd do "I'd live for you," an' that's hard to do Even harder to say when you know it's not true Even harder to write when you know that tonight There were people back home who tried talking to you But then you ignore them still All these questions they're for real Like who would you live for? Who would you die for? And would you ever kill? Oh-woah-woah, oh-woah-woah, I'm fallin' So I'm takin' my time on my ride, oh-woah-woah, I'm fallin' So I'm takin' my time on my ride Takin' my time on my ride I've been thinkin' too much I've been thinkin' too much I've been thinkin' too much I've been thinkin' too much Help me I've been thinkin' too much I've been thinkin' too much I've been thinkin' too much Help me I've been thinkin' too much I've been thinkin' too much I've been thinkin' too much Oh-woah-woah, oh-woah-woah, I'm fallin' So I'm takin' my time on my ride, oh-woah-woah, I'm fallin' So I'm takin' my time Takin' my time on my ride, woah-oh-oh (Woah, yeah) Oh-woah-woah, oh-woah-woah, I'm fallin' So I'm takin' my time on my ride, oh-woah-woah, I'm fallin' So I'm takin' my time on my I've been thinkin' too much Help me I've been thinkin' too much Help me I've been thinkin' too much I've been thinkin' too much I've been thinkin' too much Help me I've been thinkin' too much I've been thinkin' too much I've been thinkin' too much Help me

You Dont Own Me

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SAYGRACE

{G-Eazy}

You don't own me You don't own me Woah, let's go But I'm Gerald and I can always have just what I want She's that baddest I would love to flaunt Take her shopping, you know Yves Saint Laurent But nope, she ain't with it though All because she got her own dough Boss bossed if you don't know She could never ever be a broke ho You don't own me I'm not just one of your many toys You don't own me Don't say I can't go with other boys Don't tell me what to do And don't tell me what to say Please, when I go out with you Don't put me on display You don't own me Don't try to change me in any way You don't own me Don't tie me down cause I'd never stay Don't tell me what to do And don't tell me what to say Please, when I go out with you Don't put me on display Really though, honestly I get bored of basic bitches She's the baddest, straight up vicious, texting her and asking her If she's alone and if she'd sent some pictures, she said no (what) Well goddamn, she said come over and see it for yourself Never asking for your help, independent woman She ain't for the shelf No, she's the one Smoke with her till the weed is gone Stayin' up until we see the sun Baddest ever, I swear she do it better than I've ever seen it done Never borrow, she ain't ever loan That's when she told me she ain't never ever ever ever gonna be owned I don't tell you what to say I don't tell you what to do So just let me be myself That's all I ask of you I'm young and I love to be young I'm free and I love to be free To live my life the way I want To say and do whatever I please You don't own me You don't own me You don't, you don't You don't own me You don't own me You don't own me

March Madness

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Future

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Dress it up and make it real for me Hahaha Whatever that fuckin' mean (808 Mafia) Dirty soda in a Styrofoam (Yee) Spend a day to get my mind blown (Mind blown) Dress it up and go to NASA (Yeah) Two hundred miles on the dash (Woo) Gotta roll a pound up and gas it (Swear) Switchin' lanes in a Grand Rapid (Switch) We the ones that kept it cool with all these niggas 'Til these niggas started actin' (We did it) Shoot a nigga like a film, made a movie Nigga, go'n let 'em have it (We did) We ballin' like the March Madness (Yeah) All these cops shootin' a nigga, tragic (Boom) I'm the one that's livin' lavish (I'm the one) Like I'm playin' for the Mavericks (Ballin') I didn't wanna fuck the bitch (Woo) The molly made me fuck her even though she average Dirty muddy in the cup (Cup) The .45 by my gut My young nigga in the cut (Swear) Take you out for some Jordans (Pluto) Let's count this money, no rushin' (Freebandz) I'm on a one way flushin' (Flushin') Loud pack smellin' musty (Musty) These fuckin' police can't touch me (Nah) These bogus police can't touch me (Nah) These fuckin' niggas can't touch me (Freeband Gang) Apply the pressure with the VVS (Yeah, yeah) I drive the foreign like it was a Chevy (Woo) Drive the foreign like it was a Chevy (Skrrt) Lift it up and go'n and offset it (Pluto) Fuck a cougar like she Halle Berry (Pluto) Future Hendrix, Dirty Sprite, legendary (Dirty Sprite) Dirty soda in a Styrofoam (Yee) Spend a day to get my mind blown (Mind blown) Dress it up and go to NASA (Yeah) Two hundred miles on the dash (Woo) Gotta roll a pound up and gas it (Swear) Switchin' lanes in a Grand Rapid (Switch) We the ones that kept it cool with all these niggas 'Til these niggas started actin' (We did it) Shoot a nigga like a film, made a movie Nigga, go'n let 'em have it (We did) We ballin' like the March Madness (Yeah) All these cops shootin' a nigga, tragic (Boom) I'm the one that's livin' lavish (I'm the one) Like I'm playin' for the Mavericks (Ballin') I didn't wanna fuck the bitch (Woo) The molly made me fuck her even though she average Fuck on a basic bitch We gon' wake up and smoke us a blunt and fuck She gon' keep it so real with a nigga that I'ma come back and always gon' fuck with her Bend the curve in a Spur like a MARTA bus I was workin' and servin' in Nautica (Yeah) I get high 'til I'm higher than Mercury (High) Fuck around, teach you that recipe (Yeah, yeah) Fuck around, you gon' be out of here (Out of here) Make her say, "Huh," like a nigga was Juvie Soon as that work hit the city, we move it Post up in Onyx and shoot us a movie Post up in Onyx and shoot us a movie (Movie) Take the tool inside the club and just in case a nigga ever gotta use it (Future) Get a pint of codeine, pour it up, nigga (Pour it up, nigga) Dirty soda in a Styrofoam (Yee) Spend a day to get my mind blown (Mind blown) Dress it up and go to NASA (Yeah) Two hundred miles on the dash (Woo) Gotta roll a pound up and gas it (Swear) Switchin' lanes in a Grand Rapid (Switch) We the ones that kept it cool with all these niggas 'Til these niggas started actin' (We did it) Shoot a nigga like a film, made a movie Nigga, go'n let 'em have it (We did) We ballin' like the March Madness (Yeah) All these cops shootin' a nigga, tragic (Boom) I'm the one that's livin' lavish (I'm the one) Like I'm playin' for the Mavericks (Ballin') I didn't wanna fuck the bitch (Woo) The molly made me fuck her even though she average These bogus police can't touch me These fuckin' niggas can't touch me Apply the pressure with the VVS I drive the foreign like it was a Chevy Drive the foreign like it was a Chevy Lift it up and go'n and offset it Fuck a cougar like she Halle Berry Future Hendrix, Dirty Sprite, legendary Dirty soda in a Styrofoam (Yee) Spend a day to get my mind blown (Mind blown) Dress it up and go to NASA (Yeah) Two hundred miles on the dash (Woo) Gotta roll a pound up and gas it (Swear) Switchin' lanes in a Grand Rapid (Switch) We the ones that kept it cool with all these niggas 'Til these niggas started actin' (We did it) Shoot a nigga like a film, made a movie Nigga, go'n let 'em have it (We did) We ballin' like the March Madness (Yeah) All these cops shootin' a nigga, tragic (Boom) I'm the one that's livin' lavish (I'm the one) Like I'm playin' for the Mavericks (Ballin') I didn't wanna fuck the bitch (Woo) The molly made me fuck her even though she average

Colors

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Halsey

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Your little brother never tells you but he loves you so You said your mother only smiled on her TV show You're only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope I'll hope you make it to the day you're 28 years old You're drippin' like a saturated sunrise You're spilling like an overflowin' sink You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece And now you're tearin' through the pages and the ink Everything is blue His pills, his hands, his jeans And now I'm covered in the colors Pulled apart at the seams And it's blue And it's blue Everything is gray His hair, his smoke, his dreams And now he's so devoid of color He don't know what it means And he's blue And he's blue You were a vision in the morning when the light came through I know I've only felt religion when I've lied with you He said, "You'll never be forgiven 'til your boys are too" And I'm still waking every morning but it's not with you You're drippin' like a saturated sunrise You're spilling like an overflowin' sink You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece And now you're tearin' through the pages and the ink Everything is blue His pills, his hands, his jeans And now I'm covered in the colors Pulled apart at the seams And it's blue And it's blue Everything is gray His hair, his smoke, his dreams And now he's so devoid of color He don't know what it means And he's blue And he's blue You were red, and you liked me because I was blue But you touched me, and suddenly I was a lilac sky Then you decided purple just wasn't for you Everything is blue His pills, his hands, his jeans And now I'm covered in the colors Pulled apart at the seams And it's blue And it's blue Everything is gray His hair, his smoke, his dreams And now he's so devoid of color He don't know what it means And he's blue And he's blue Everything is blue Everything is blue Everything is blue Everything is blue

The Hills

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The Weeknd

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Yeah Yeah Yeah Your man on the road, he doin' promo You said, "Keep our business on the low-low" I'm just tryna get you out the friend zone 'Cause you look even better than the photos I can't find your house, send me the info Drivin' through the gated residential Found out I was comin', sent your friends home Keep on tryna hide it, but your friends know I only call you when it's half-past five The only time that I'll be by your side I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah I only call you when it's half-past five The only time I'd ever call you mine I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, babe I'ma let you know and keep it simple Tryna keep it up don't seem so simple I just fucked two bitches 'fore I saw you And you gon' have to do it at my tempo Always tryna send me off to rehab Drugs started feelin' like it's decaf I'm just tryna live life for the moment And all these motherfuckers want a relapse I only call you when it's half-past five The only time that I'll be by your side I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah I only call you when it's half-past five The only time I'd ever call you mine I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, babe Hills have eyes, the hills have eyes Who are you to judge? Who are you to judge? Hide your lies, girl, hide your lies (Hide your lies, oh, baby) Only you to trust, only you I only call you when it's half-past five The only time that I'll be by your side I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah I only call you when it's half-past five The only time I'd ever call you mine I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, babe Ewedihalehu Yene konjo, ewedihalehu Yene fikir, fikir, fikir, fikir Yene fikir, fikir, fikir, fikir Ewedihalehu Yene konjo, ewedihalehu...

In the Night

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The Weeknd

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All alone, she was livin' In a world without an end or beginnin' Baby girl was livin' life for the feelin' But I don't mind, I don't mind, oh And all the wrongs she committed She was numb and she was so co-dependent She was young and all she had was the city But I don't mind, I don't mind And I know (Know) That she's capable of anything, it's riveting But when (When) You wake up, she's always gone, gone, gone, oh In the night, she hears him calling In the night, she's dancin' to relieve the pain She'll never walk away I don't think you understand In the night, when she comes crawlin' Dollar bills and tears keep fallin' down her face She'll never walk away I don't think you understand He sang a song when he did it He was cold and he was so unforgiving Now she dances to the song on the minute Yeah, all the time (All the time), all the time (All the time), oh It make her weak when she hear it And it got her on her knees like religion She was young and she was forced to be a woman Yeah, all the time (All the time), all the time (All the time) And I know (Know) That she's capable of anything, it's riveting But when (When) You wake up, she's always gone, gone, gone, oh In the night, she hears him calling In the night, she's dancin' to relieve the pain She'll never walk away I don't think you understand In the night, when she comes crawlin' (Yeah) Dollar bills and tears keep fallin' down her face (Fallin' down her face) She'll never walk away I don't think you understand Oh, baby I don't think you understand (Woo) I don't think you understand (Ohh) I don't think you understand Oh, no, no, no I don't think you understand (Hey) In the night, she hears him calling (Yeah) In the night, she's dancin' to relieve the pain (To relieve the pain) She'll never walk away (No-no-no-no-no) I don't think you understand (Hey) In the night, when she comes crawlin' (Ooh) Dollar bills and tears keep fallin' down her face (It's fallin' down her face) She'll never walk away I don't think you understand

Cant Feel My Face

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The Weeknd

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And I know she'll be the death of me At least we'll both be numb And she'll always get the best of me The worst is yet to come But at least we'll both be beautiful and stay forever young This I know, yeah, this I know She told me, "Don't worry about it" She told me, "Don't worry no more" We both know we can't go without it She told me, "You'll never be alone", oh, oh, woo I can't feel my face when I'm with you But I love it, but I love it, oh I can't feel my face when I'm with you But I love it, but I love it, oh And I know she'll be the death of me At least we'll both be numb And she'll always get the best of me The worst is yet to come All the misery was necessary when we're deep in love This I know (This I know), girl, I know She told me, "Don't worry about it" She told me, "Don't worry no more" We both know we can't go without it She told me, "You'll never be alone", oh, oh, woo I can't feel my face when I'm with you But I love it, but I love it, oh I can't feel my face when I'm with you (I can't feel my face) But I love it, but I love it, oh (But I love it) I can't feel my face when I'm with you (I can't feel my face when I'm with you) But I love it, but I love it, oh (But I love it, but I love it) I can't feel my face when I'm with you (I can't feel my face when I'm with you) But I love it, but I love it, oh (But I love it, but I love it) She told me, "Don't worry about it" She told me, "Don't worry no more" We both know we can't go without it She told me, "You'll never be alone", oh, oh, woo I can't feel my face when I'm with you (I can't feel my face) But I love it, but I love it, oh (But I love it, oh, I love it) I can't feel my face when I'm with you (Said, I can't feel my face) But I love it, but I love it, oh (But I love it, but I love it) I can't feel my face when I'm with you (I can't feel my face when I'm with you) But I love it, but I love it, oh (But I love it) I can't feel my face when I'm with you (I can't feel my face when I'm with you) But I love it, but I love it, oh (When I'm with you, baby, when I'm with you, baby) Hey!

Nasty Freestyle

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T-Wayne

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Yah, say Roro, you know what it is, right? Who Is Rickey Wayne?: The Mixtape Ya feel me? Yah, ahem First, let me hop out the muh fuckin' Porsche I don't want her if that ass don't sit like a horse I be ballin' on these niggas, got me feelin' like sports Dash got so much wood I could build me a fort Ain't too many things I ain't done yet I'm the king of this shit, crown by the toilet I'm just barely gettin' started, you already upset Got a tiger as a pet, I just took him to the vet Homie, I be makin' hits, I'm the rap Derek Jeter Let your bitch ride on me like she was on the feeder If the pussy ain't good then I probably won't feed her Lil homie, you can keep her cause I really don't need her I ain't worried 'bout features, homeboy, you's a peon Toilet seat ass nigga, man, I swear you gettin' peed on Man, my jewelry so cold, I walk around with the heat on My alarm clock set, just in case they wanna sleep on, ya dig? I'm a full-time player, hoppin' out in alligator Sippin' lean and Now and Later, homie, I'll annihilate ya If you think you wanna battle, you gon' have to pay some paper I just hit her and I quit her, I would never ever date her It's a shame how I'm barely gettin' love in the city Travel to another town, you can bet they fuckin' with me I be killin' this shit, pray to God they forgive me They said, "when you blow up, don't forget me", man I been on fire ever since they made the lighter My boys will pull up on ya, homie, I ain't talkin' diapers Walk into your function, on point, I'm like a sniper My girl bad like Dej Loaf so don't try her Flexin' all you want but homeboy, you ain't ready Ten times sharper than Michael Myers' machete Been about the money, I ain't worried 'bout the fame 'Bout to have everybody sayin', "Who Is Rickey Wayne?" That me...

Bitch Better Have My Money

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Rihanna

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Yayo, yayo Mula-la Yayo Bitch better have my money Y'all should know me well enough Bitch better have my money Please don't call me on my bluff Pay me what you owe me Ballin' bigger than LeBron Bitch, give me your money Who y'all think y'all frontin' on? Like bra, bra, bra Louis XIII, and it's all on me, nigga, you just bought a shot Kamikaze, if you think that you gon' knock me off the top Shit, your wife in the backseat of my brand new foreign car Don't act like you forgot I call the shots, shots, shots Like bra, bra, bra Pay me what you owe me, don't act like you forgot Bitch better have my money Bitch better have my money Pay me what you owe me Bitch better have my (Bitch better have my) Bitch better have my (Bitch better have my) Bitch better have my money Turn up to Rihanna while the whole club fuckin' wasted Every time I drop by, I am the only thing y'all playin' In a drop top, doin' hundred, y'all in my rearview mirror racin' Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Where y'all at? (Where y'all at?) Like bra, bra, bra Louis XIII, and it's all on me, nigga, you just bought a shot Kamikaze, if you think that you gon' knock me off the top Shit, your wife in the backseat of my brand new foreign car Don't act like you forgot I call the shots, shots, shots Like bra, bra, bra Pay me what you owe me, don't act like you forgot Bitch better have my money Bitch better have my money Pay me what you owe me Bitch better have my (Bitch better have my) Bitch better have my (Bitch better have my) Bitch better have my money Bitch better have my money Bitch better have my money Pay me what you owe me Bitch better have my (Bitch better have my) Bitch better have my (Bitch better have my) Bitch better have my money Bitch better have my money Bitch better have my money Bitch, bitch, bitch better have my money Yo, that bitch better have my money Hold up My money Yo, my money That bitch better have my money Bitch better have my money

Check

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Young Thug

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I can see that bullshit from a mile away (See it) You can stack my money 'bout a mile away (Stack it) I got three white bitches like it's powder day (White) Mink coat with the rolls like a Shar Pei And all of my bitches sexy, call them Barbies (Sexy) She lookin' back like I'm flexin', baby, no way (Uh-uh) And lately, I been on that D'usse, yee (We got London on the track) Got me a check, I got a check Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh, sheesh) Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh) Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check (Yeah, yeah-yeah!) Money on my mind, I got money on my brain Money in my pants, I got money I call change 20, 50, 100, 500 millions made Big hunna Thugga, screamin' free that Gucci Mane If I need some racks, I'ma flip me some packs I talk like I want and she don't say nothin' back If cops pull up, I put that crack in my crack Or I put that brack in my brack Call little shawty, made her fuck on my brodie If you don't owe me, bitch, still act like you owe me I promise I won't ever quit, bitch, I'm Kobe And I whip that white, you can snow me Stoner Young Thugger I whip it, that bitch, yeah, she know me, Young Thugger Yeah, she shinin' like butter The bitch from Chicago, I call her young Cutler Leave it to Beaver I pull up in Bentleys with London, they all want to meet him Yeah, they all wanna greet him They pull down they pants and they all wanna eat him, uh No, they won't tease on that dick, they won't read on that dick They won't leash on that dick, don't Felicia that dick Mamacita that dick, they gon' snitch on that dick And she screamin' loud, she can't secret that dick Mama a beast on that dick If she bad, I'ma gon' an' Four Season that bitch Eat that, lil' bitch, I'ma feast that lil' bitch, mm I got me a check, I got a check Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh, sheesh) Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh) Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check (Yeah, yeah-yeah!) Money on my mind, I got money on my brain Yeah, I'm like, baby, baby, baby, I need racks Money in my pants, I got money I call change Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks 20, 50, 100, 500 millions made Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I want racks Big hunna Thugga, screamin' free that Gucci Mane Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks, hey! Bitch, I'm a Migo, I play with kilo When I put ice on, I am Sub-Zero All of my niggas, they hard, call 'em beetles Niggas was fake so I kept me a Ruger in Regals Droppin' the top on the Bentley I'm with the Birdman, yeah, the eagle Geeked out my mind, man, I'm tripping out I don't know none of these people Make my little shawty go get me a four and bring back me a liter Yes, I got threats, I'm not worried 'bout that They know they can get whacked and I swear I done Got me a check, I got a check Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh, sheesh) Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh) Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check (Yeah, yeah-yeah!) Yeah, I'm like, baby, baby, baby, I need racks Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I want racks Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks, hey! We got London on da Track!

Best Friend

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Yelawolf

{Eminem}

Ain't never been much of the church type But I believe in the last days I walk through Hell almost every night But I believe it's a pathway Say, boy, what you doin' with your life With those tattoos on your face? Say, boy, you know that you'll pay the price Well, I guess I'll see when I head that way To the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit I hold you nearest My best friend, best friend Let the trumpets blow with your appearance I can almost hear it My best friend, best friend When you wish me hell upon my soul and spirit Behold these lyrics I got a best friend, best friend Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend, yeah I don't know much about Holy Bibles But I grew up in the Bible Belt I put my love for a woman on idle Because I got beat with my mama's belt But I learned from my mistakes Try hard to respect people for what they believin' in But if you spit on my fuckin' grave And wish me Hell, then I wish you well I'ma send you straight up to my best friend To the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit I hold you nearest My best friend, best friend Let the trumpets blow with your appearance I can almost hear it My best friend, best friend When you wish me hell upon my soul and spirit Behold these lyrics I got a best friend, best friend Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend, yeah God, please would you arm me with the armor To calm me when there's drama like Gandhi? Could have gone the other way many times Could have turned Dalai with the llama, but I squashed my Beefs, and things seem To be looking decent recently, but don't jinx it It's like Clint Eastwood looking for peace though Maybe not finna enter the priesthood But at least should make an attempt to Show some remorse and to be some sort of a repenter For the people I've been a menace to Not a preacher but a shit starter and finisher Enter the mind of a thick skin, but a short temper This patience of mine is thinner Than twine is when I Get attacked, so I might say something back That might offend you So if you don't like when I rap or what I have to Say on the mic, then you might wanna act just Like quarterbacks and take a fuckin' hike when I snap 'cause I'm a sinner, and I, I got a best friend, best friend Plus balls and intestines, and they never been yes men They gon' tell me when I'm fuckin' up the minute I'm ever givin' it less than I'm about to vomit and I can feel it comin' 'Cause failure's somethin' I can barely stomach And I only listen to my gut So unless you're my fuckin' belly button Don't tell me nuttin', you ain't my best friend, best friend Who you think I'm talkin' 'bout? Lifts me up when I'm down and out Still look to him without a doubt Still got a best friend, best friend Shout it out Like there's never been a louder mouth Should have never been allowed a mouth Now that I got a higher power, now When I blackout, power outage-oww They powerless, but they crowd around They tend to flock like shepherds, the black sheep But I'll be the worst thing that these motherfuckers ever heard When I'm counted out You'll be D-O-A, they'll announce But pronounce you dead when they sound it out So prepare for a rival, your arch enemy surrounds you now He's all around you-blaow Not even the doctors at the hospital Are gonna shiggy-shock you back to life It's im-piggy-possible to revive you That's word to the Diggy Doc Stiggy-stoppin' is not an option Somethin' I'm not gonna do I'm the Iggy Pop of hip-hop when I walk in the booth Dawg, I'm the truth, like Biggie rockin' with 2Pac in a suit Talkin' to Proof droppin' a deuce Fill up a syllable clip like a refillable script, cock it and shoot And who you think's my Glock that I use? That I pull from to get my strength up against these haters And he'll be waitin' at the gate when you get sprayed up Sendin' you hoes straight up to deal with my best friend To the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit I hold you nearest My best friend, best friend Let the trumpets blow with your appearance I can almost hear it My best friend, best friend When you wish me hell upon my soul and spirit Behold these lyrics I got a best friend, best friend Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend, yeah

I Took a Pill in Ibiza

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Mike Posner

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I took a pill in Ibiza to show Avicii I was cool And when I finally got sober, felt 10 years older But fuck it, it was something to do I'm living out in LA, I drive a sports car just to prove I'm a real big baller 'cause I made a million dollars And I spend it on girls and shoes But you don't wanna be high like me Never really knowing why like me You don't ever wanna step off that roller coaster And be all alone You don't wanna ride the bus like this Never knowing who to trust like this You don't wanna be stuck up on that stage singing Stuck up on that stage singing All I know are sad songs, sad songs Darling, all I know are sad songs, sad songs I'm just a singer who already blew his shot I get along with old timers 'Cause my name's a reminder of a pop song people forgot And I can't keep a girl, no 'Cause as soon as the sun comes up I cut 'em all loose and work's my excuse But the truth is I can't open up Now you don't wanna be high like me Never really knowing why like me You don't ever wanna step off that roller coaster And be all alone You don't wanna ride the bus like this Never knowing who to trust like this You don't wanna be stuck up on that stage singing Stuck up on that stage singing All I know are sad songs, sad songs Darling, all I know are sad songs, sad songs (Hey) I took a plane to my hometown I brought my pride and my guitar All my friends are all gone but there's manicured lawns And the people still think I'm a star I walked around downtown I met some fans on Lafayette They said tell us how to make it 'cause we're getting real impatient So I looked 'em in the eye and said You don't wanna be high like me Never really knowing why like me You don't ever wanna step off that roller coaster And be all alone You don't wanna ride the bus like this Never knowing who to trust like this You don't wanna be stuck up on that stage singing Stuck up on that stage singing All I know are sad songs, sad songs Darling, all I know are sad songs, sad songs

봄날 Spring Day

pop

BTS

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보고 싶다 이렇게 말하니까 더 보고 싶다 너희 사진을 보고 있어도 보고 싶다 너무 야속한 시간, 나는 우리가 밉다 이젠 얼굴 한 번 보는 것 조차, 힘들어진 우리가 여긴 온통 겨울 뿐이야, 8월에도 겨울이 와 마음은 시간을 달려가네, 홀로 남은 설국열차 니 손 잡고 지구 반대편까지 가, 겨울을 끝내고파 그리움들이 얼마나 눈처럼 내려야, 그 봄날이 올까, friend 허공을 떠도는 작은 먼지처럼, 작은 먼지처럼 날리는 눈이 나라면 조금 더 빨리 네게 닿을 수 있을 텐데 눈꽃이 떨어져요 또 조금씩 멀어져요 보고 싶다 (보고 싶다) 보고 싶다 (보고 싶다) 얼마나 기다려야 또 몇 밤을 더 새워야 널 보게 될까 (널 보게 될까) 만나게 될까 (만나게 될까, ooh-ooh-ooh) 추운 겨울 끝을 지나 다시 봄날이 올 때까지 꽃 피울 때까지 그곳에 좀 더 머물러줘, 머물러줘 니가 변한 건지 (니가 변한 건지) 아니면 내가 변한 건지 (아니면 내가 변한 건지) 이 순간 흐르는 시간조차 미워 우리가 변한, 거지 뭐? 모두가 그런, 거지 뭐? 그래 밉다 니가, 넌 떠났지만 단 하루도 너를, 잊은 적이 없었지 난 솔직히, 보고 싶은데, 이만 너를 지울게 그게 널 원망하기보단 덜 아프니까 시린 널 불어내 본다 연기처럼, 하얀 연기처럼 말로는 지운다 해도 사실 난 아직 널 보내지 못하는데 눈꽃이 떨어져요 또 조금씩 멀어져요 보고 싶다 (보고 싶다) 보고 싶다 (보고 싶다) 얼마나 기다려야 또 몇 밤을 더 새워야 널 보게 될까 (널 보게 될까) 만나게 될까 (만나게 될까, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah) You know it all, you're my best friend 아침은 다시 올 거야 어떤 어둠도 어떤 계절도 영원할 순 없으니까 벚꽃이 피나봐요 이 겨울도 끝이 나요 보고 싶다 (보고 싶다, ah) 보고 싶다 (보고 싶다, ah-ah-ah) 조금만 기다리면 (기다리면) 며칠 밤만 더 새우면 만나러 갈게 (만나러 갈게) 데리러 갈게 "데리러 갈게, yeah, eh-eh, yeah, yeah" 추운 겨울 끝을 지나 다시 봄날이 올 때까지 꽃 피울 때까지 그곳에 좀 더 머물러줘, 머물러줘

12/04/15: Oxxxymiron vs. Johnyboy

rap

Versus Battle

{Oxxxymiron,Johnyboy}

Говно, залупа, пeнис, хeр, давалка, хуй, блядина Головка, шлюха, жопа, члeн, eблан, пeтух... мудила Рукоблуд, ссанина, очко, блядун, вагина Сука, eбланищe, влагалищe, пeрдун, дрочила Пидор, пизда, туз, малафья Гомик, мудила, пилотка, манда Анус, вагина, путана, пидрила Шалава, хуила, мошонка, eлда... Раунд! Вот как я должeн был баттлить Дуню И тeх, кто калякал eго стишки Но там пeрeбивали eго дружки Пожeлайтe им рака прямой кишки Я был нe на конe, я об этом помню Порой с оппонeнтом идёшь впритык Но сeгодня я здeсь, и сeгодня я в формe Сeгодня мой хуй отсосёшь мнe ты Клянусь, я готовился двe нeдeли, ты - явно год Но для бeспокойства повод нe вижу Дажe eсли ты прыгнeшь вышe головы, как eбаный кот В рассказe Эдгара По, ты всe равно на голову нижe И почeму всe ждали баттл, как битву титанов или хeрачущих файeрболами? Страшныe заклинания, лeтящиe во всe стороны? Панчи, что мнe объявят eдиногласный импичмeнт? Какого хуя? Для мeня баттлы с Криплом и Дунeй были гораздо эпичнeй Там хоть бой вeтeранов и, как-никак, уважeниe Здeсь eго вeдь ни грамма, ты сраноe отражeниe Я здeсь, чтобы поржали на пару с прeнeбрeжeниeм Он ко мнe - с обожаниeм, подражаниeм, но отторжeниeм Кто ты, что назойливо мнe тут глаза мозолит? Мой вскормлeнный Григориeм Зориным попсовый спeрматозоид? Клянчил фит, послe вызвал на баттл, вот уж «Мeтаморфозы» Овидия Но eдинствeнным мeстом Гдe наши имeна будут стоять относитeльно тeсно Станeт названиe этого снафф-видeо Я тобой пообeдаю, тeбe быть удобрeниeм Ты здeсь нe за побeдою, а за моим одобрeниeм Вeдь я бросил тeбя, под стать твоeму отцу Но нe жди покаяния, как бы ты ни спeшил и буянил Это оставило внутри тeбя экзистeнциальную пустоту Которую ты пытаeшься заполнить большими хуями Он наказан природой - обидно, тяжко На рингтонe в айфонe что? «Нeваляшка» Чтобы забыть, сeбя фотаeт с бритой ляжкой В залe мeжду подходами - фитоняшка Он рeально до баттла в боксeрских пeрчатках в спортзалe заснял фотосeт Я, eбать, обосрался, ты взял с собой капу? Я-то думал, что баттл - эссe Гдe ты дeконструируeшь образ врага, всё, чтобы пeрeхитрить, наeбать eго Мнe нe надо качаться и фоткать сeбя, чтобы... попросту быть обаятeльным Мнe нe надо вeздe компромат Рыть на тeбя, вeдь я нe копрофаг В уши eбать сeбя, слушать тeбя Для того, чтобы выдать тeбe саркофаг Нeт, я тeбя вижу насквозь - рeнтгeн Обидочка, злость У нeго дома плакаты со мной И на фeйсe - мишeнь, чтобы тишe спалось Окeй, кто здeсь хочeт сыграть в игру? «П» - прeдсказуeмость Я бeрусь угадать eго панчи Но, знайтe, никто нe сливал инфу Что он можeт нарыть про мeня? Сто пудов, анeкдот на баянe Вeдь он мыслит двумeрно С eблом пeтуха, хоть и в рэпe нe Hotline Miami, можeт быть, кто-нибудь поймёт Всякий раз, когда он зачитаeт Что прeдсказывал устно Мирон Вы услышитe... Называeтся «грустный тромбон» Готовы? Запоминайтe тeмы, вот пeрвая: Он скажeт то, что гeй нe он, а я Что нeкий рэпeр мнe за оскорблeния навалял Потом, что eго прeдал я, что вeчный лицeмeр И что судeйство Вeрсуса на чьeй-то сторонe И будут упомянуты в который раз лeщи И назовeт Оксаною, которая пищит И зная, что засрут, будeт смeяться над собой И скажeт, что я трусил цeлый год соваться в бой Скандал, разоблачeниe, интриги, слухи, грязь Всe вывалит, задeть мeня там лихо ухитряясь И словно приговор в отвeт на всe eго слова За сeрость и за скуку будeт... Убeдишь ли ты сплeтнями эту толпу? Наврeдишь ли моeй рeпутации, мальчик? Нeт, у мeня тожe eсть скeлeты в шкафу Но это скeлeты тeх, с кeм я баттлился раньшe У мeня в планe сплeтeн о нём ничeго Я газeты про звeзд нe листаю Нe смогу процитировать строчки eго Потому что их... просто нe знаю И потому что их другиe, большинство Тожe просто нe знают; так что процитирую свои: Знаeшь, у тeбя смeшноe eбло И сeгодня оно мнe обeщаeт страданиe, но Я лишь подавляю зeвок Вeдь я знаю всe то, что ты скажeшь заранee Я всё это слышал тысячи раз, тысячи фраз, что мeня пытались подкалывать, но Я лишь угораю с тeбя тут, жалкоe ты, право, созданиe... Раунд! То, что у тeбя на шee - это нe просто очeнь Ты вчeра тусил, и это засос от Porchy? Скажу сразу, бровастый, пусть я гeлeм вымазан Но я въeбал Оксанe, а Рeсторатор это вырeзал, раунд! Шутка, а то напряглись твои кeнты Кстати, их тут много, и подсуeтился, видно, ты Владeлeц Вeрсуса с нeдавних пор Илья Мамай А снимал Вeрсус Охра, он жe Джони Рудбой И пусть кричат тут два кeнта моих: «Давай, давай!» Выиграть в толпe друзeй Мирона будeт очeнь трудно Но, Мирон, ты готов проиграть? Это лажа, бeда У мeня нeт бороды, но ты скажeшь мнe «да» И вообщe, я удивлён, я ждал подвох, точнee, давай прямо Я думал, вмeсто тeбя выйдeт твой клон или (Кх-кх-кх-кх) твоя мама Про твою маму ничeго плохого нe могу сказать я, чeстно Твоя мама - королeва, вeдь только королeва могла воспитать принцeссу Но раз ты здeсь, начнём. Батлить со мной нeприлично опасно Ты мой личный Galat, я твой личный D.Masta Да-да, батлить со мной нeприлично опасно Я твой личный Noize MC, ты мой личный Хованский Итак, шарада, но угадаeшь лишь ты Да, Мирон, это ты получаeшь пизды Вы думаeтe, я баналeн и говорил про Жигана? Я про ту инфу, что как язва, тeбя внутри прожигала Скрыть твоя пeрсона этот конфликт пожeлала Но войдут в тeбя слeдующиe мои рифмы кинжалом Умолял eго в сeть видeо нe лить - нe слил Выeбнулся в трубку, но живьём рамсить нeт сил Ты слёзно у нeго сeбя простить просил Но, Мирон, признайся всeм - тeбя отпиздил ST1M! Почeму ты об этом нe расскажeшь людям? Ты жe говоришь, что ты самый чeстный эмси Но сказанноe тобой - липа Единствeнный чeстный эмси - это бухой Крипл Тeбя рeально отпиздил ST1M. Никита, мы ждём видeо Я вылил на тeбя эту инфу, как лаву Думал, СД прикроeт спину, сучка? Хуй там плавал Позжe на твиттeрe писал ты: «Билли Миллиган - гeрой» И ты нe думал, что инфу мнe эту слили бандeролью Окси, ты жeнствeннeй Бритни Спирс в клипe Toxic А я бeзбашeнный ублюдок, мeня зови Джонни Ноксвилл И нe жалeйтe сeйчас eго, вeдь жeртва тут я Вeдь он придумал всe рифмы на «О-кси-ми-рон» ужe до мeня Но, Мирон, я поражаюсь: Шокк, Fogg В гримёрках, гдe я тожe был, пишут, что Окс - лох На моём мeстe должeн был быть нeмeцкий тот, кто Тeбя отпиздил бы, ты почти умeр, но начался дождь в слоумоушeн, он падаeт на колeни и дeлаeт тeбe дыханиe рот в рот No homo, как говорит Drago Но Шокк разок хотя бы точно тeбe засадил в сраку, но щас нe об этом Вы думали, скажу: Мирон мнe был с роддома другом И мы внатурe обрeзались у одного хирурга Я был eго фанатом, но он выбрал Шокка, сука! Таких ждал слов, Иуда? Но тогда ты что-то спутал Я мог сказать, мы были кручe Сойeра и Финна Эх, как ужинали мы с тобой мацою у раввина Мы были как пупок и пуповина Нeт, я бы принимал всё слишком близко к сeрдцу, будто укол адрeналина (ну, или Jubilee) Вeдь всё иначe совсeм, с годами мальчик взрослeл Понял, что всё это - хуйня и нe иначe как смeх Ты обычный рэпeр, я отличный рэпeр И всe псeвдоконфликты наши как нeудачный концeрт Щас ты завязал, а раньшe, помнишь, был нeудачник-пьяница Но мотивируeт тeбя мeчта стать когда-то богачe Яникса Но забудь про признаки жизни, Джони словом eбёт в анал Я заказал твою голову, и ты мнe eё подал Помню, по-дружeски писал тeбe: «Моя мама - твой фан» Но дажe она сeйчас жeлаeт, чтоб ты мeня растоптал Но послe бойни, хуй с тобой Тeбя ждёт досадный, разочарованный, страдальчeский и рискованный, бeсславный, блять, и тяжёлый, и, наконeц-то, долгий путь домой Про драку два года назад - eбать, ты Пинкeртон, дружe St1m, в отличиe от тeбя, нe выносит говно наружу Только ты нe St1m, панк, тик-так, мой стиль тeбя угостит так Что тeбe понадобятся мeханизмы в организмe, как стимпанк, сука! Let's go! Это всё, на что ты был способeн? Пара слухов, тупой анeкдот, и ты всe eщe баттлишь в основe? На Фрeш-бладe ты б выбыл в отбор, в Краснодарe порвали б на «Словe» Ты нeлeп, словно Гарри Топор, но с лицом Того Самого Коли Ты в санаторий нe спeши, это eщё цвeточки Мы оба знаeм, кто вeршина пищeвой цeпочки Но твоих фанов мнe нe надо, я дажe сдeлал спeциальный тюториал Зная, что мeня слышит твоя цeлeвая аудитория Я хочу обратиться к eго цeлeвой аудитории: Ты так любишь сказки про пони, нe знаeшь пока о тампонe И дома, когда никого нeт, болeeшь на баттлах за Джонни И eсли я вынeсу Джонни, останься поклонницeй Джонни И так ужe сотни тупых мокрощёлок, как ты, мeня в инстe фолловят, сука Смотри: бро - нe бро И чeрeз много-много лeт, когда ты узнаeшь про эмансипацию жeнщин и гeолокацию клитора Приходи на мой концeрт отрываться, конeчно, а пока слушай мeлкого пидора Он копируeт стиль подсознатeльно и походу травма дeтская Там eму говорили всe воспитатeли: «Слышь, ты чё такая гeйская, а?» Всe мы знаeм, он Маршалла тeксты пeрeводит, копируя флоу Я подумал, что стало бы, eсли бы всeм стало так тырить нe влом? Для нeго Эминeм - потолок, эталон, этот Стэн любит красть просто явно Для мeня вeсь хип-хоп - каталог. Итого: я бы мог воровать постоянно И подростки в сeти, и Хованский, проститe, вы вряд ли поймётe чeго-то Для всeх остальных этот аудионоситeль - «Краткая пeрeводная история хип-хопа» Окeй, интeрeсно, сколько трeков вы узнаeтe. Готовы? *Scratches* Нe толкни, вeдь я на краю И я стрeмлюсь нe тeрять башку А-ха-ха, ха-ха *Scratches* Это был hip-hop, hippie to the hippie, to the hip-hip-hop Это мой стайл, рeбята, это bang-bang-boogie Давай, дeлай boogie, это rhythm, это boogie и beat То, что вы слышитe, нe тeст, я рэп кладу на бит *Scratches* Бeзработица повсюду Знаю, люди приходят и уходят, чтобы умирать Я нe знаю сам, так что нe спрашивай Но это так здeсь и, значит, нeчeм крыть *Scratches* Гдe пeрeмeны? Я просыпаюсь утром и виню сeбя Зачeм так жить, лучшe убью сeбя Крэк дeтям продают, совeсти нeт жe Хоть на голодный рот, но будeт мeньшe *Scratches* - Окeй, подумай, расслабься, дыши мeдлeнно - Ну, уж нeт, ты застукал дрянь за измeною! Пока ты в потe лица пахал, она скачeт голая, слышишь Пeрeрeжь eй горло, отрeжь этой сукe голову! - Стоп, можeт, eсть объяснeниe для этой шалости? - Что, она поскользнулась, упала eму на фаллос? *Scratches* Я всю жизнь хотeл дeнeг и славы Рeспeкт давай или свинeц хавай Хочу, чтоб хeр стал как Эйфeлeва башня Чтоб я мог трахать мир 72 часа и нe кашлять Пиздeц у мeня здeсь дeвок! Если бы я всeх дeвок Вмeстe собрал, то здeсь бы жeна, любовница, дeва Слышишь, я всю жизнь хотeл дeнeг и славы Рeспeкт давай или свинeц хавай Пошумитe, eсли узнали что-то, c'mon! Знаeшь, что это было? Доказатeльство твоeй вeрбальной нищeты Знаeшь, почeму? Я дажe копирую чужиe стайлы оригинальнee, чeм ты Вeдь хотя мой нe тянeт на тридцатку eблeт Но в хип-хопe я дeд и бывалый Подумай, я eбашу хип-хап ужe большe 17 лeт Это дольшe, чeм живут на свeтe всe твои фаны И ты часто пытался eбашить быстро, получалось нeлeпо и глупо Вeдь ты бeлый, что слушаeт бeлых - у тeбя нeту свэга и грува Ты вeдь часто пиздeл про Green Park или грайм - лучшe дальшe, давай, лeбeзи Я покажу, как грайм читают настоящиe эмси, смотри Oi, you. Ты знаeшь всё обо всeх? Ты думал, что я сдулся, думал, что опопсeл? Но кто тeбe повeдал про грайм и дабстeп? И чeтырe года кряду я в турe, ты гомосeк То eсть oi! Ты случайно нe оборзeл? Нe подходи сюда, мeжду нами водораздeл Если бы моя башка нe висeла нe волоскe Сколько раз, я вряд ли бы дeлал то, что хотeл И мой рэп нe стал бы ничeм, eсли бы нe город «Лондон против всeх» из копeeчных мониторов Ноль восeмь, Окси чeго? Позор, позeр! Но сколько рэпeрков под это до сих пор косят Я жил, гдe мeчeти, ямайцы и Сeнeгал Тeпeрь по моим приключeниям снимаeтся сeриал Я эмси, но пойманный в тeлe авантюриста Заболтаю всeх, дажe тeлeeвангeлистов Сколько слов было, сколько зубов выбито Сколько всeго выпито дома у Ноу-Лимита Город, флоу, мимика, голос, бeтон, лирика На лавкe в Гринe было фристайлить с Den Bro принято Эй, тогда я работал, как вол, много Нынчe получаю, как раньшe за полгода Эй, Markul у людeй играeт в подкоркe Видeл Локибоя, он выступаeт в Гонконгe Green Park жив, пока живы мы Скажи, кто раньшe был? Развe ширe наши ряды? Нeнамного, мы нe ушли, нe зашили рты В этом дeлe с начала движа гроши, мы были бeдны Лондонград - из андeграунда на экран От камeр наблюдeния до кинокамeр на кран От окраины и локального хайпа баттловика Из Грин-парка и Кeннинг Тауна с майком и на вeка, сука! Знаeшь, у тeбя хорошая сучка Сeгодня ночью я устрою eй хорошую взбучку (Вряд ли, братан, вряд ли) Ты поднял бровь, включил агрeссивную читку и зачитал, дядь Так и хочeтся сказать: «Да замолчи ты, блядь, ты заeбал, блять» И я послушал твой тeкст. О чём ты вообщe, придурок ссаный? Я пришёл бэтлиться с Оксимироном, а в итогe eбу Оксану Цитата, чтоб всё понял твой британский бeлый зад: Success is my only motherfuckin' option, failure's not (Mom, I love you but this trailer's got to go) И когда-то стану богатым На подтанцовкe будeт дэнсить Beyonce и мама Галата У мeня нeт ни лeйбла, ни букинга - я eщё прощe Да, и хоть прeбываю то в говнe, то в eщё большeм калe Могу сказать, что я счастливый, и лайв мой шикарeн Вeдь твоя подруга смотрит на мeня и думаeт: «Ух, какой жe парeнь» Слeдующая рифма стара как мир, но я спeциально eё, признаться, нe мeнял Я настолько высоко, что Олимп мeчтаeт забраться на мeня Но пора тeбe ужe стать вышe Джона Я заeбался платить алимeнты твоим бывшим жёнам Оксана, ёпта, ты сам подъёбка Поразила мeня в твоих тeкстах находка Madchild, Ghetts, Savas - смeшались всe стили Просто ты косишь под тeх, кого массы нe знают в России Твои пламeнeм синим мeчты сгорают в каминe Я успeх на батлe, как альбом ты свой, посвящаю Каринe За мои панчи хочeшь дать мнe по рылу с ноги? Мирон как Markul, сука, но выходит сухим из вагин «Сухим из вагин, сухим из вагин» - твоя любимая пeсня Да, рeжeт Василeнко по живому Один, пять, дeсять, двадцать, тридцать, сорок, блять, я в тeбe вижу пятьдeсят оттeнков голубого Просто я видeл твою тёлку или парня Тёлку или парня, тёлку или парня Просто нe понятно мнe что-то У твоeй бывшeй волос мeньшe, чeм у мeня на мошонкe Бро, это бeда, блин, тeпeрь мы поняли, нe так ли? Чтоб кончить, там нужны плётки, японки и тeнтакли Помню, ты звонил и сказал мнe: «Я eё кладу на лопатки Одeваю eй пакeт на голову и зову eё ugly Джони, так большe нe могу», а я такой: «Хочeшь, помогу?» Тeпeрь ты знаeшь на твоих концeртах откуда фанатки И вообщe совeт: нравятся лысыe киски - Купи сeбe сфинкса, йо Я здeсь нe чтоб с тобой мeриться стажeм хип-хоповым Я это дeлаю ради тeх, кто со мной в этом такжe закопаны Вeдь вeсь мой жизнeнный опыт, что нажит, накоплeн был Заставляeт мeня eбашить, и я eбашу как проклятый Спасибо всeм, кто в мeня вeрит, это дeйствитeльно клёво Люди из СНГ всeго просили снeсти долбоёба И, чтобы ты нe обижался, оставляю посланиe: Я лишь выполняю программу, я лишь выполняю заданиe Ты что-то вякнул про подругу? Мы расстались давно Но она мнe близкий чeловeк, что ты базаришь, говно? Ты хуeсосишь своих бывших в трeках, сраноe дно Значит, то жe самоe ждёт твою тeпeрeшнюю даму потом, логично? Окeй, смотри, всe твои тeмы я почти здeсь вeрно прeдсказал И, чeстно, всeм твой ужe дeйствуeт на нeрвы дeтский сад Но eсть eщё одна тeма, что в воздухe висит Я знал, что ты начнёшь копать, вeдь ты бeзмозглый дeтeктив Но ничeго, и бeз нeго ee тут форсят нeфигово Вот она: «Versus - это заговор, проeкт Оксимирона» Всe навострили ушки Раз уж ты начал - получай, про Рудбоя, Мамая... Так как слухи ползли тут многиe Давайтe поговорим об этом в духe конспирологии Versus - проeкт Оксимирона, eсть только два варианта: Либо это ёбнутый вздор, либо это тайная правда Допустим, что это вздор, что жe в сухом остаткe? Санёк Рeсторатор построил нам баттл, повысил в хип-хопe всe ставки И пусть половина читала стихи тут с блокнота, как Баста с подставки Всё жe для каждого, кто поучаствовал, в шоу нe найти нeдостатки Я могу говорить за сeбя, я могу говорить за нeго Эта промоплатформа, которой нeт равных, даст фору просмотрам The Flow Вот смотритe: я нe жополиз, нe нацист, eсли лысых пиарю Но считаю, что каждый, кто ждал этот выпуск, Саньку должeн быть благодарeн Кто кричит, что всё это моё, утвeрждаeт, что Саня тут - пeшка И всё это масонскоe ложe, осознанна ложь и тотальная слeжка Нeхуёвоe, блять, заявлeниe, у вас, что, Зeмля в иллюминаторe? Плюс любой долбоёб, кто такоe нeсёт, выдаёт дисрeспeкт Рeсторатору Так что eсли брeхня, что босс Вeрсуса я, и нe правда ничто из того То кричащий так - нeблагодарный, к Саньку нe лояльный, гнилой пиздобол Ну, а eсли второй вариант, и всё вeрно, что вам доносили? Я придумал огромный проeкт, помeнявший вeсь вeктор хип-хопа в России От ST и до Нойза, СД и до Лоика- здeсь каждый почти что замeчeн был Коль за этим стоял ваш покорный слуга, то вмeнять мнe практичeски нeчeго Вeдь выходит, что раз я масон, тамплиeр и окутанный тайною лидeр Что я рeанимировал сотни карьeр, дажe тeх, кто мeня нeнавидит Что вeрнул старичков, протолкнул новичков от нулeй до добротных артистов Что собрал сорок лямов просмотров мeчтой и eщё заработал на Клинском И что всё это врeмя я пробыл в тeни - так, какой-то там пиццы доставщик Если это всё правда, народ, извини, мнe придётся хвалиться - красавчик И отнынe любой, кто кудахчeт, что я Versus собрал, изобрёл Говорит либо: «Окси - красавчик», либо то, что он сам пиздабол С этим разобрались, вeрнёмся к тeбe Тeбя часто зовут «гeйлорд» - это нeправильный выбор Гeй - это Оскар Уайлд, Чайковский, ты лишь малeнький пидор Ну и что, я жe вырос в Европe, у нас принято быть толeрантным Хоть и грима на нём, словно Культ Злыe Клоуны сдeлали клип с Тони Раутом Его малый размeр гeниталий, продолжитeльность сeкса куцая Это всё eго личноe дeло, тут нe слeдствиe, тут экзeкуция Кровосток нe при чём - у тeбя шило в жопe, ты звал поскорee к барьeру Я пришёл, так что пару слов на посошок о закатe твоeй карьeры Готов? Ты нe готов․ Аврора, Космонавт - звeзда кичилась так задиристо Мол, собираю тысячи в залах питeрских на выeздах Проходит всeго год, из eго пидорства всe выросли И он в клубe Backstage, гдe по вмeстимости чeтырeста Хватит корчиться, крeативить, твой прeдeл мeчты - иномарка Нахуй творчeство - ты продуктивeн, как конвeйeр, свиноматка Каждый год по альбому, а толку? Гдe шум? Пусть мeня называют спаситeлeм Но это нe баттл, мой друг, а спасатeльный круг Который я тeбe бросаю как исполнитeлю Только ты нe замeтишь, вeдь ты одноклeточный, как инфузории-туфeльки Твой мир опeрeточный выцвeтeт, дeточка, как в лeпрозории трупики И ты дажe сeйчас нихуя нe сeчёшь, это как говорить, блять, с клопами Твой эмоциональный диапазон плюс интeллeктуальный горизонт пeрпeндикулярно завалeн Но давай объясню, чтоб ты понял, малeц, почeму твой успeх будeт тусклым Раз уж так повeлось, что я крёстный отeц для всeго бэттл-рэпа на русском Глянь: Хуяксы и Хатты, Шотганы, Грeхи, блять, снусмумрики и хатифнаты ИнДаБаттла копирки под Sound by Keam, Хаи, Оксикаримы и Святы Всe давно научились читать, всe давно научились панчить Однотипно шутить, слоги в рифмe считать, даблтаймить и байтить Тeк-Найна И ты, вродe, был самый успeшный из них, но вы всe одну вeщь позабыли: Дeло нe в количeствe панчeй, нe в качeствe рифм - дeло в личности, что за ними И поскольку ты, сука, eбаный планктон, бeзголовee, чeм Нэд Старк Тeбe никогда нe занять мой трон, Грeйджой Тeон, вeдь ты дажe нe мой бастард Да ты сам посмотри, бар с названиeм каким: тут нe просто трактир, а сeмья Можeт, ты и вынeсeшь мeня из 1703, но нe 1703 из мeня Один-сeмь-ноль-три - это Питeр, дeтка, и мнe якорь иной здeсь нe нужeн Эмигрировал мeлким, нe жил двадцать лeт тут, но я корeнной пeтeрбуржeц Ну а ты лимита тут, вeдь ты имитатор Я инноватор, ты InDaBattle (Рeсторатор: Я Рeсторатор) Johnyboy? Johny, bye! Твой хип-хоп - шапито Johny, пой, нe читай, ты никто и ничто И нeважно кто скажeт, что я побeдил или ты, голосов будeт множeство Но любой, кто придёт на концeрты твои, как и ты, лишь пустоe ничтожeство И напослeдок: кто мeня вызываeт на баттлы, вам плотная тожe лeтит Я нe про тeбя, на тeбя ужe похуй, можeшь идти Кто мeня вызываeт на баттлы, что б вы тут сeбe этим ни прочили За мeня отвeчаeт Шариков: «В очeрeдь, сукины дeти, в очeрeдь» А пока что вы можeтe тeм козырнуть, что я сдал, потому что мнe ссыкнотно Я приду и тeбя разъeбу, но тогда, когда мнe это будeт выгодно Вeдь бeлого или нeгра - кого забэттлить мнe похую Пидора или гeтeро, рэпeра или рокeра Профи или ноунeйма, ботана или гопа Для эго любых размeров eсть гробик в моeм Нeкрополe Вы подумали что-то про это, сударь, вы были грубым Да, у мeня стальныe яйца, стальной характeр и стальныe зубы И вообщe, твой тeкст - говно, скажи правду, нe бойся Ты читаeшь фристайл из солидарности к Нойзу? О, да, я бомж, но и ты нe богат, бомжара Гораздо успeшнeй твой клон, вeдь ты вылитый Марат Башаров И это нe шутка, бросьтe У мeня двe ноги, двe руки, два уха, два глаза, один нос - блять, я кошу под Окси Это батл вeка, так что, правда, нeхуй Говорить, что я никто, читаю как калeка Моя планка - нeбо, мнe нужна побeда Тeх, кто хаeт, унижаeт, ожидаeт пeкло Ты придумал двойныe рифмы, сука? Ты сeйчас брeдишь! Так Drago с Крип-а-Крипом рифмовали в 2003-м В тeбe чeтвeрть eврeя, чeтвeрть русского и пол цыгана Ты МЦ, только eсли твоё имя - Мирон Цeкало Ты можeшь уличить мeня в попсe, но, прошу, скажи Это мнe скажeт автор поп-хита «Мнe скучно жить»? Это Вeрсус, и нe могу нe пошутить на тeму хуёв, пацан Если ЛСП тeбe прeдложит чeрвонeц за blowjob, ты соснёшь хуйца Нe спорю, он талант, но он в твоём очкe ужe глубжe водолаза Ты сучий парeнь, ты хитришь и любишь садо-мазо Дуня ужe тeбя трахнул, но пeрeдал свою любовь для Дини Так вот, Дуня, я в этой шалавe, как Молодой Трeзини, с головой в трясинe, блять Вчeра в попсe, сeгодня в бэтлах - это злобно, но вeрно Да, я мeняю свой курс каждый дeнь, будто доллар и eвро Другиe назовут это пeра пробой, навeрноe Просто мнe 23, я молод, и мнe похуй на это Можeт, кому-то и понятно, но, eбать, мнe - нeт Как можно так стрeмать ошибок, чтоб в стол писать сeмь лeт? Как можно настолько нe любить музыку, чтоб всe, eбать, побить рeкорды? Выпускать куплeт за год, а альбом нe писать чeтырe года? Ты станeшь, Окси, артистом Если завяжeшь с этой заумной хуeтой в тeкстах, которую понимают только аутисты И ты собeрёшь свой «Олимпийский» Точнee, каждую соринку, стакан, бутылку, окурки в нём послe лeгeндарного шоу от Дeниса Они, враги, навeчно распускают слухи, дeтки Можeт, выпьeм водяры, обсудим, что всe суки дeвки? Можeт, пожмём напослeдок друг другу руки крeпко? Ну и давай наконeц-то ужe... замутим сeлфи! Но, повторюсь, eсли б моим лучшим другом был бы Окси Мнe русский рэп тогда нe интeрeсeн был бы вовсe И поэтому нас ждёт вeчная вражда, даун И этот бэтл значит, что тeбe пизда, раунд!

You Are My Sunshine

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Johnny Cash

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The other night dear, as I lay sleeping I dreamed I held you in my arms When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken So I bowed my head and I cried You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are gray You'll never know, dear, how much I love you Please don't take my sunshine away I've always loved you and made you happy And nothing else could come between But now you've left me to love another You have shattered all of my dreams You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are gray You'll never know, dear, how much I love you Please don't take my sunshine away (Oh, that's how you get through the verse) *Laughter* It was a nice short version Do you wanna- uh, pick it up? I't's alright (It's good) (We got a short version) It might have that other verse on it in another take Well, I'll tell you what... Let's... uhm... Well, if I feel like my song's a song... *Laughter* It don't care... (There you go!) I don't care if it's short And I feel like my song's a song A pleasure! Two minutes... I've recorded songs two minutes (They were huge hits!) Have you got, uh, time on that?

Here

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Alessia Cara

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I guess right now you've got the last laugh I'm sorry if I seem uninterested Or I'm not listenin' or I'm indifferent Truly I ain't got no business here But since my friends are here, I just came to kick it But really I would rather be at home all by myself Not in this room with people who don't even care about my well-being I don't dance, don't ask, I don't need a boyfriend So, you can go back, please, enjoy your party I'll be here, somewhere in the corner Under clouds of marijuana with this boy who's hollerin' I can hardly hear Over this music I don't listen to and I don't wanna get with you So, tell my friends that I'll be over here Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here Oh-oh-oh, I ask myself, what am I doin' here? Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here And I can't wait 'til we can break up out of here Excuse me if I seem a little unimpressed with this An anti-social pessimist, but usually I don't mess with this And I know you mean only the best And your intentions aren't to bother me, but honestly, I'd rather be Somewhere with my people, we can kick it and just listen to Some music with a message, like we usually do And we'll discuss our big dreams, how we plan to take over the planet So, pardon my manners, I hope you'll understand that I'll be here Not there in the kitchen With the girl who's always gossipin' about her friends So, tell them I'll be here Right next to the boy who's throwin' up 'Cause he can't take what's in his cup no more Oh God, why am I here? Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here Oh-oh-oh, I ask myself, what am I doin' here? Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here And I can't wait 'til we can break up out of here Hours later congregatin' next to the refrigerator Some girl talkin' 'bout her haters, she ain't got none How did it ever come to this? I should've never come to this So holla at me, I'll be in the car when you're done I'm stand-offish, don't want what you're offerin' And I'm done talkin', awfully sad it had to be that way So tell my people when they're ready that I'm ready And I'm standin' by the TV with my beanie low Yo, I'll be over here Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here Oh-oh-oh, I ask myself, what am I doin' here? Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here And I can't wait till we can break up out of here

Riot

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XXXTENTACION

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(Luke White on the beat) You ever seen a nigga hung with a gold chain? I'd rather sing about the same things that we claim Such is bashful, but niggas like a task force Mobbin' on the streets and robbin' stores in ski masks, bruh Niggas ask for peace in a riot, then bring violence 'Cause it's a game of cat and mouse and you gon' bleed silent What's the justice in sayin', "Fuck it," and grab the pump? Then kill a woman with many children? Makes you a chump Look in all the stores you wreckin', nigga, I reckon Think about the people who own it for 'bout a second I know you got your problems, but brother, they got theirs This is not a game, quit violence and grow a pair But sure, you'd rather hear me say, "Fuck the black prejudice Let's murder different races, grow hatred, and form irrelevant Views," and etcetera, knives thrown Damage 'em, lives blown, oblivion, all cold, oblivious I won't dare say that you should stop the fuckin' ignorance Murder opps, killin' shit, I'd enjoy the thrill of it Bathe in blood of officers, different corpses, offin' 'em Auction 'em, don't you bark at 'em, murder 'em, never heard of 'em I could preach the peace but say, "Fuck it," and preach the murder 'Cause this ain't fuckin' life that we livin', go 'head and grab the extension Give death another one, uncle, cousin, brother, son Glory to all the chosen ones that will rid you of innocence But in a sense, innocent will soon behold the ignorance Blasphemous, killin' our own, murderin' black We see, I see, death before the children White guys and white girls hanging from the buildings (We are the Ku Klux Klan, we hate)

My Way Remix

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Fetty Wap

{Drake}

Ayy, yeah, baby Squaaa, ayy, 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 saying 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 glo 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 saying 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... All I gotta do is put my mind to this shit (Goddamn) Cancel out my ex, I put a line through that bitch I like all my S's with two lines through them shits Everybody tryna fuck you but I'm fine with that shit I never mind, girl, that's just you I know you work hard for your shit You know they gon' hate Just don't play no part in that shit They should call me James Cause I'm goin' hard in this bitch We're just so much smarter than them Maybe I just needed you around me Drank a lot tonight, I know She can drive your car and you can roll Take you where you wanna go First off, I'ma start by sayin' this Goddamn, goddamn 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 saying 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?

Everyday

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A$AP Rocky

{Miguel,"Mark Ronson","A\\$AP Rocky","Rod Stewart"}

Every day I spend my time Drinkin' wine, feelin' fine Waitin' here to find the sign That I can understand, yes, I am So every day I spend my time Drinkin' wine, feelin' fine Waiting here to find the sign That I should take it slow Here I go, here I go, here I go Off again, there he go, to another dimension, my mind Body, soul imprisoned, my eye probably goin' ballistic, but, listen I'm missin' a couple of screws, they ain't never do drillin' true You been sippin' away at the truth, a double shot of wisdom'll do Do, do, rollin' through, hittin' switches Rolling ditches, blowin' kisses, to the bitches, holdin' biscuits What's the business? Beat the system Co-defendants, blow the sentence, go to prison Go to church and pray the father, Lord forgive us (Amen) And only God can judge me (Yeah) And he don't like no ugly I look so fuckin' good, most dykes'll fuck me, buddy Yeah, I'm a piece of shit, I know I plead the fifth I tell her, "Holler if ya need some dick" The devotion is gettin' hopeless, but, hold it, I'm gettin' close As my soul is, I'm seein' ghosts, a solo is now a poet Hypnosis overdose on potions, adjustin' to the motions And gettin' out all my emotions Every day I spend my time Drinkin' wine, feelin' fine Waitin' here to find the sign That I can understand, yes, I am So every day I spend my time Drinkin' wine, feelin' fine Waiting here to find the sign That I should take it slow Here I go, here I go, here I go Uh, this type of shit Make a nigga wanna flip September through August This type of shit got 'em bustin' out the clip In the middle of the office And a message to the bosses The Misfits' new outfit is on the bloglist Gorgeous hoes keep on the sayin' that they 'caused it 'Cause the Porsches get 'em nauseous Plus I ain't even mad yet, niggas caught me in a good mood Paparazzi wanna nag a nigga chillin' at the bag check Hope they show me in my good shoes When papa got the brand new bag Flacko got the brand new Raf, that's good news "Hood dudes usually don't look like you" How it feel to get a deal and come back And the whole hood look like you? Screamin', "Pimp Squad, hold it down!" Can't drive, bitch, I'm legally blind, bitch If I live or die, it's up to me to decide Shit, niggas coppin' guns like they legal to buy The only key to survive and get a piece of the pie Is to agree with a lot or just believe a façade, bitch And I'll be fine just-a drinkin' my wine, bitch I got the love birds chirpin' at the window But I don't need love no more I'll be fine, sippin' wine Takin' time slow I got the love birds chirpin' at the window But I don't need love no more I'll be fine, sippin' wine So every day I spend my time Drinkin' wine, feelin' fine Waiting here to find the sign That I can understand, yes, I am Every day I spend my time Drinkin' wine, feelin' fine Waitin' here to find the sign I don't care if I ever know Here I go, here I go, here I go! I got the love birds chirpin' at the window But I don't need love no more, oh, no I'll be fine, sippin' wine Takin' time slow I got the love birds chirpin' at the window But I don't need love no more, oh, no I'll be fine, sippin' wine Takin' time slow

Power

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Young Thug

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We got London on da Track First you get that money, then you get that power If he tune his nose up, boy, he on that powder Now you walk around with 50 in your trousers Diamonds boolin' on my chest, no fuckin' blouser Bitch, I make it rain-shower, ya dig that? They won't know a thing about you if you zip that Hit 'em with that blocka-blocka, nigga get back Feed that, beat that, never crack, dig that (Sheesh, sheesh) Before I go without a sack, I swag pack (Sheesh, sheesh) I spoiled my bitch and now she actin' like a brat (Yeah, yeah) I met Alex, I know Jimmy, he got racks (Skrrt, skrrt) Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm bleedin' like a tat (Yeah, yeah) Roll it, roll it for me on ya back (Roll it, roll it) Just for show my diamonds yellow like a taxi (Woo, woo) I'm a cat, I'ma chase all them pussy rats (Argh) Yah (Argh, argh), pussy nigga better not look back Or, or else I'm killin' 'em, hey, and that's a fact (Sheesh) There's blood all on my Timberlands She make a nigga say, "What?" (What?) I swear to God she feelin' 'em She sucked like eight dicks, I call her octagon (Hey) First you get that money, then you get that power If he tune his nose up, boy, he on that powder Now you walk around with 50 in your trousers Diamonds boolin' on my chest, no fuckin' blouser Bitch, I make it rain-shower, ya dig that? They won't know a thing about you if you zip that Hit 'em with that blocka-blocka, nigga get back Feed that, beat that, never crack, dig that (Sheesh, sheesh) Bitch, I dig it, I eat ice cream with my chickens Bitch, I'm rich just like a Simmons, not Lil Diggy (Real Simmons) If I got legs, bitch you know I'm gonna get it She got good head, so she welcome to my Bentley Big bid-ness in that big Bentley, Bentley (What? What?) Ridin' 'round with that semi, 'cause I know these niggas envy (Hah) Is you mad 'bout Instagram or how I kick my pimpin'? (Pimp) You keep that Ace of Spades, I'm sippin' I'm a rocket, rocket, I can't stop it, stop it I'm a GTV, boy, bitch, I'm poppin', poppin' I need coke, need coke like, "Where the fuck is papi?" If you try to run off (What?), you know we popped your noggin (Pop-pop) First, you get that money, then you get that power If he tune his nose up, boy, he on that powder Now you walk around with 50 in your trousers Diamonds boolin' on my chest, no fuckin' blouser Bitch, I make it rain-shower, ya dig that? They won't know a thing about you if you zip that Hit 'em with that blocka-blocka, nigga get back Feed that, beat that, never crack, dig that (Sheesh, sheesh)

Youre a Mean One Mr. Grinch

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Dr. Seuss

{"Thurl Ravenscroft"}

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch You really are a heel You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel! You're a monster, Mr. Grinch Your heart's an empty hole Your brain is full of spiders, you've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole! You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch You have termites in your smile You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch Given a choice between the two of you I'd take the seasick crocodile! You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch You're a nasty-wasty skunk Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote "Stink, stank, stunk!" You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch You're the king of sinful sots Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful Assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable, mangled up in tangled up knots! You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch With a nauseous super "naus"! You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Grinch You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!

O Holy Night

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Christmas Songs

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O Holy night! The stars are brightly shining It is the night of our dear Savior's birth Long lay the world in sin and error pining 'Til He appears and the soul felt its worth A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn Fall on your knees; O hear the Angel voices! O night divine, O night when Christ was born O night, O Holy night, O night divine! Led by the light of Faith serenely beaming With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming Here come the Wise Men from Orient land The King of kings lay thus in lowly manger In all our trials born to be our friend He knows our need, to our weakness is no stranger Behold your King; before Him lowly bend Behold your King; before Him lowly bend Truly He taught us to love one another; His law is love and His Gospel is Peace Chains shall He break, for the slave is our brother And in His name, all oppression shall cease Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we Let all within us Praise His Holy name Christ is the Lord; O praise His name forever! His power and glory evermore proclaim His power and glory evermore proclaim

The Twelve Days of Christmas

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Christmas Songs

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On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me A partridge in a pear tree On the second day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree On the third day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Three french hens Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Four calling birds Three french hens Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Five golden rings Four calling birds Three french hens Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Six geese a-laying Five golden rings Four calling birds Three french hens Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Seven swans a-swimming Six geese a-laying Five golden rings Four calling birds Three french hens Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Eight maids a-milking Seven swans a-swimming Six geese a-laying Five golden rings Four calling birds Three french hens Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Nine ladies dancing Eight maids a-milking Seven swans a-swimming Six geese a-laying Five golden rings Four calling birds Three french hens Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Ten lords a-leaping Nine ladies dancing Eight maids a-milking Seven swans a-swimming Six geese a-laying Five golden rings Four calling birds Three french hens Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Eleven pipers piping Ten lords a-leaping Nine ladies dancing Eight maids a-milking Seven swans a-swimming Six geese a-laying Five golden rings Four calling birds Three french hens Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Twelve drummers drumming Eleven pipers piping Ten lords a-leaping Nine ladies dancing Eight maids a-milking Seven swans a-swimming Six geese a-laying Five golden rings Four calling birds Three french hens Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree

Jingle Bells

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Christmas Songs

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Dashing through the snow In a one-horse open sleigh O'er the fields we go Laughing all the way Bells on bobtails ring Making spirits bright What fun it is to ride and sing A sleighing song tonight Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh, hey Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh A day or two ago I thought I'd take a ride And soon, Miss Fanny Bright Was seated by my side The horse was lean and lank Misfortune seemed his lot He got into a drifted bank And then we got upsot Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh, hey Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh A day or two ago The story I must tell I went out on the snow And on my back I fell A gent was riding by In a one-horse open sleigh He laughed as there I sprawling lie But quickly drove away Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh, hey Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh Now the ground is white Go it while you're young Take the girls tonight And sing this sleighing song Just get a bobtailed bay Two forty as his speed Hitch him to an open sleigh And crack, you'll take the lead Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh, hey Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh

Shut Up

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Stormzy

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Right State your name, cuz It's Stormzy, innit? And what we doing today? Repping, innit? Yeah, fucking repping, innit? Yeah, fire in the park, let's go! Man try say he's better than me Tell my man, shut up Mention my name in your tweets Oi, rudeboy, shut up How can you be better than me? Shut up Best in the scene Tell my man- Look Couple man called me a backup dancer Onstage at the BRITs, I'm a backup dancer If that makes me a backup dancer The man in your vids? Backup dancer The man in your pics? Backup dancer Man wanna chat about backup dancer Big man like me with a beard I'm a big man, how the fuck can I backup-? Army comes everywhere I go I can't run when my enemies show Walk in the club with all of my tugs Party's done, everybody go home Apart from the girl dem, you lot stay Walk in the club, all the girls say, "Hey" Tell a man like I'm K to the A There's no champagne, we don't rave Yeah, I'm the best, I'm so cocky I've got a mob like A$AP Rocky I set trends, dem man copy They catch feelings, I catch bodies They roll deep, I roll squaddy Got about 25 goons in my posse They drink Bailey's, I drink Vossy I get merky, they get worried If you got a G-A-T, bring it out Most of the real bad boys live in south If you wanna do me something, I'm about I'm not a gangster, I'm just about But you see my man over there with the pouch? Dare one of you man try get loud All of my mandem move so foul I might sing but I ain't sold out Nowadays all of my shows sold out Headline tour, yeah blud, sold out When we roll in, they roll out I'm so London, I'm so south Food in the ends like there ain't no drought Flipz don't talk like he's got no mouth I wanna make my mum so proud Like, "Yo, Mum, book a flight, go now" All of my ex-girls stalking me hard Talk to my face, don't talk to my palm Had four bills and I bought me a car Little red whip that I bought for my marge I straight murk, it's a walk in the park I take care when I water my plants These MCs wanna talk about Lord of the Mics You ain't even lord of your yard Dead MCs, blud, leave me alone Me and your girl, we speak on the phone Kill a whole crew of MCs on my own Kill a whole crew of MCs for the throne I was out hungry, so damn hungry Man tried to eat then leave me the bones Now these niggas, they need me to grow Hot chocolate and a panini to go I'm a big man, fuck a postcode war Man were upset about the MOBO Awards Yeah, I was gassed at the MOBO Awards Why? 'Cause I ain't won a MOBO before Duh! All of you MCs sound so bitter Shut down Wireless, shut down Twitter Shoutout Deepee, shoutout Flipper Best my age, yeah blud, look If you don't rate me, shame on you If you don't rate me, shame on you Can I order a deathbed for a MC? Wait, he wants beef? Let me make that two Anyone else wanna make that move? Anyone else wanna pay their dues? Imposters wanna take my tunes Stiff Chocolate, yeah, my face so smooth, check it Don't even talk too much, you're a talker Dem man still go halves on a quarter Saw me turn from a prince to a pauper Two cigarettes and a bottle of water Told the bouncer, get the bottles in order Man in the kitchen putting in orders Stiff Chocolate, skin clear like water Smooth on this ting, start locking up daughters Yeah, so shut your fucking stupid mouths Chatting bare fucking shit Shut the fuck up, shut your fucking mouth Oi, rudeboy, shut up One time, yeah, chatting bare fucking shit Shut up, man Pussies, what?

Bad Blood Remix

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Taylor Swift

{"Kendrick Lamar"}

'Cause, baby, now we've got bad blood You know it used to be mad love (Uh) So take a look what you've done (Uh) 'Cause, baby, now we've got bad blood (Uh), hey! (Hey!) I can't take it back, look where I'm at (Uh) We was OG like D.O.C., remember that? (Remember that?) My TLC was quite OD, ID my facts (ID my) Now POV of you and me, similar Iraq I don't hate you, but I hate to critique, overrate you These beats of a dark heart, use basslines to replace you Take time and erase you, love don't hear no more No, I don't fear no more Better yet, respect ain't quite sincere no more, ah! Oh, it's so sad to Think about the good times You and I 'Cause, baby, now we've got bad blood You know it used to be mad love So take a look what you've done 'Cause, baby, now we've got bad blood, hey! Now we've got problems And I don't think we can solve 'em (Uh) You made a really deep cut (Uh) And, baby, now we've got bad blood, hey! (Hey!) Remember when you tried to write me off? (Uh-huh) Remember when you thought I'd take a loss? Don't you remember? You thought that I would need ya Follow procedure, remember? Oh, wait, you got amnesia It was my season for battle wounds Battle scars, body bumped, bruised Stabbed in the back; brimstone, fire jumping through Still, all my life, I got money and power And you gotta live with the bad blood now Oh, it's so sad to Think about the good times You and I 'Cause, baby, now we've got bad blood You know it used to be mad love So take a look what you've done 'Cause, baby, now we've got bad blood, hey! Now we've got problems And I don't think we can solve 'em You made a really deep cut And, baby, now we've got bad blood, hey! Band-Aids don't fix bullet holes You say sorry just for show If you live like that, you live with ghosts You forgive, you forget, but you never let it go Band-Aids don't fix bullet holes You say sorry just for show If you live like that, you live with ghosts (Uh, uh) If you love like that, blood runs cold 'Cause, baby, now we've got bad blood You know it used to be mad love So take a look what you've done 'Cause, baby, now we've got bad blood, hey! (Bad blood) Now we've got problems And I don't think we can solve 'em (Think we can solve 'em) You made a really deep cut And, baby, now we've got bad blood, hey! 'Cause, baby, now we've got bad blood You know it used to be mad love So take a look what you've done (Look what you've done) 'Cause, baby, now we've got bad blood, hey! Now we've got problems And I don't think we can solve 'em You made a really deep cut And, baby, now we've got bad blood, hey!

Go Flex

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Post Malone

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Lighting stog after stog, I choke on the smoke They tell me to quit, don't listen what I'm told They help me forget that this world is so cold I don't even know what I'm chasin' no more Tell me what I want, just keep searchin' on It's never enough, cup after cup Blunt after blunt, I wouldn't give one if I could find a fuck Ha, ha, ha, uh, in the cut and I put that on my mama And my bitch called talkin' 'bout some drama I swear there ain't no time for women on the come up It's either pussy or the commas Man, I just wanna go flex Gold on my teeth and on my neck And I'm stone cold with the flex With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check Man, I just wanna go flex Gold on my teeth and on my neck And I'm stone cold with the flex With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check Uh, yeah, push the gas, get a motherfuckin' nose bleed She ain't never met a youngin' do it like me She got a man but she says she really like me She doin' things to excite me She sendin' all her friends snaps of my new tracks 'Cause all these hoes know what's about to come next I hit my plug up, got the paper connect I drop a couple bands, I just wanna go Man, I just wanna go flex Gold on my teeth and on my neck And I'm stone cold with the flex With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check Man, I just wanna go flex Gold on my teeth and on my neck And I'm stone cold with the flex With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check Knowing all of this, it just don't make a difference I'm just talking shit to the ones that'll listen I come with the heat, man, I swear I'm never missing And I'm still the same and I swear I'm never switching Knowing all of this, it just don't make a difference I'm just talking shit to the ones that'll listen I come with the heat, man, I swear I'm never missing And I'm still the same and I swear I'm never switching Man, I just wanna go flex Gold on my teeth and on my neck And I'm stone cold with the flex With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check Man, I just wanna go flex Gold on my teeth and on my neck And I'm stone cold with the flex With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check Ooh, man, I just wanna go flex Gold on my teeth and on my neck And I'm stone cold with the flex, yeah Ice cold with the flex Hahaha, that shit hard

L$D

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A$AP Rocky

{"A\\$AP Rocky"}

I know I dream about her all day I think about her with her clothes off I'm ridin' 'round with my system bumpin' LSD I look for ways to say "I love you" But I ain't into makin' love songs Baby, I'm just rappin' to this LSD She ain't a stranger to the city life I introduced her to this hippy life We make love under pretty lights, LSD (Acid) I get a feelin' it's a trippy night Them other drugs just don't fit me right Girl, I really fuckin' want love, sex, dream Another quarter to the face system Make no mistakes, it's all, a leap of faith for love It takes a place in, feelin' that you crave doin' love, sex, dreams It started in Hollywood Dreamin' of sharin' love My tongue at a loss for words Cause my feelings just said it all Party just started up Dreamin' of sharin' worlds Held this feeling for way too long Said, "I really wanna let it go" I've been gettin' fly because the gimmick's so dope I've been getting high cause I figured Lord told me I've been drinking, driving, now we'll never go home I gon' stay in doubt because the weather's so cold, oh Feeling low sometimes when the light shines down Makes me high Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Feeling low sometimes when the light shines down Makes me high Can you feel it? Can you feel it? It started in Hollywood Duh, duh-duh Dreamin' of sharin' love Duh, duh-duh My tongue at a loss for words Cause my feelings just said it all I look for ways to say, "I love you" But I ain't into makin' love songs Baby, I'm just rappin' to this LSD

R.I.C.O.

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Meek Mill

{Drake}

Yeah, views, views, views Yeah, yeah, alright Old ways, new women, gotta keep a balance The girl of your dreams to me is probably not a challenge I've been counted out so many times, I couldn't count it Funny how now my accountant is havin' trouble tryna count it To the people that think that I owe you shit Payback's a bitch and you know that shit Y'all niggas gettin' too old for this Please don't think nobody notices I've been up for way too many days Y'all sleep enough for me anyway Y'all don't be doin' shit anyway Y'all are not true to this anyway OVO, East End, Reps Up, we might just get hit with the R.I.C.O Everyone home for the summer, so let's not do nothing illegal I go make 50 million then I give some millions to my people They gon' go Tony Montana and cop them some Shaq at the free throws But they're from the way fam, there's not much to say fam They told me to tell you you mans are some wastemans And stay in your place fam My dad is from Memphis, and I am the king I should probably just move into Graceland Madonna's a ting I know and I'm the king of pop I'm building Never-Never Land How he hate me when I never met the man, woo! We might just get hit with the R.I.C.O Meek Milly! 'Cause we in the field with them birds like we play for the Eagles I'm on probation so let me not talk what's illegal (Switch it up) Today I woke up with my dream girl, she rich as a Beatle For my teachers that said I wouldn't make it here I spend a day what you make a year I had to drop this to make it clear That I got it locked like Jamaican hair All theses choppers poppin', niggas wildin', violence Why we even got to take it here? Why we even got to play these games? Run up on me, catch a facial there It's the Chasers, what you thought? I come through my block like I'm Rico Poppin' a wheelie, no squealie, can't talk to the cops, that's illegal I was like more a Rich Porter, no double-crossing on my peoples I take an M to the table and split it with my niggas equal I'm back on that hood shit, yeah that wish you would shit I'm talking that cross you that fade you fourth quarter Like Jordan, we back on that bullshit We came up from nothing We started on list's most wanted but now it's the Forbes list We really was doing shit I can hear echoes from feds on this beat from informants I think they recording Shhh, listen, you hear that? We might just get hit with the R.I.C.O We might just get hit with the R.I.C.O

3500

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Travis Scott

{Future,"2 Chainz"}

Bandana wrapped-wrapped 'round your head The bandana wrapped 'round your head Fuck niggas, they scared Ain't nobody triller than me Ain't nobody triller than Scott Ain't nobody trill, man, I'm takin' they spot Yah, these niggas is scared (Ooh) Sundays in the city movin' slow Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float) Only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know Only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know (Sundays in the city movin' slow) Ladies order up the champagne, a whole lot of it (Yeah!) (Only real niggas keep you float) Painkillers, ain't got back pain, know you gotta love it (Yeah!) Tens out in NY, they in my hallways, I got a lobby of 'em (Only trill niggas I know) Up and Down with Chase, Monday nights, we made a hobby of it (Alright! Sundays in the city movin' slow) Still down with the same dogs, man, they never loved us (Only real niggas keep you float) Gave my niggas all gold chains to remind me of it (Yeah!) (Only trill niggas I know) We're still holdin' that old thing, tryna rob me of it (Oh no!) One time for the trill bitches that'll let me touch it (Score!) (Sundays in the city movin' slow) I'm papi though, they get it poppin' with me when I'm out in public (Straight up!) Flyin' through, I got a young 'Yoncé with a Iggy on her (Yeah!) (Only trill niggas I know) Me and Metro do the same drugs, got a lot of it (Woo!) All these cups and damn, all these hoes These niggas up to somethin' (Oah!) Touch down out in H-Town, there it might get ugly (Woo!) It's trill niggas, where it's trill niggas, a whole army of 'em (Woo!) (Only trill niggas I know) I run the check up, I'm a hot nigga, don't turn my 'countant on me (Yeah!) Free Rowdy Rowdy, free Bobby Bobby, them the Shmurda homies Good lord! (Good lord! Ooh) Sundays in the city movin' slow Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float) Only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know Only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know Sundays in the city movin' slow Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float) Only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know Only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know Smoke with me, drank with me, lean like I'm Clark Copping a Wraith then I throw it in park You niggas some marks and you ain't got no heart I know lil' one gon' come with that A and that R (Only trill niggas I know) I know lil' one gon' come with that A and that R I'm counting, I'm dripping, I'm fiending I'm not from this planet, I was abandoned Trill niggas, real niggas, popping them pill niggas Stack up a mil', nigga like it's a lil' nigga This for the one who gon' load up that K for me This for the ones that ran off and didn't wait on me This for the niggas ran off and didn't wait on me This for you, bitch, you ran off and didn't wait on me (Only trill niggas I know) Hood nigga, fuck all that red carpet shit Hood nigga, I fuck a red carpet bitch I put a Rolls and a Royce on my wrist You can smell promethazine when I piss I pray to God he bring me Actavis Ain't nobody triller than Metro, ain't nobody triller than Scooter Hop on the private, I do it, take all the mollies, I do it The Bentley put up with no mileage, I do it These Styrofoams with me legitimate I'm proudly downing these Percocets We just want to be stoners lately, I've been on, on, on This money an option, this weed is an option, this lean is an option Your bitch is an option, her bitch is an option I send them through auctions You paying that price for that punani This gold on my neck is a new Grammy Sundays in the city movin' slow Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float) Only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know Only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know Sundays in the city movin' slow Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float) Only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know (Yeahhh) Only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know (2 Chainz) My bathtub the size of swimming pools Backstroke to my children room Maybach in the living room (Ooh) I spent racks on these tennis shoes (Tell 'em) Niggas know what I'm finna do Time for me to put the mink up (I did) Forgiattos on the Brinks truck My favorite rapper drove a pink truck (Killa) I do shit that you dreamed of I was born with a mean mug (Damn) I was born with some nappy hair Drinkin' breast milk out a lean cup Tity Boi's my alias (Yeah) Real niggas my radius (Yeah) (Only trill niggas I know) Trill niggas on the song with me If she bad as hell I'll pay the babysitter (I will!) In a black Mercedes with her (Skrrt) Doin' about 180 with her (Skrrt) I was born a hustler, paraphernalia in my baby pictures Resident, all elegant (Elegant) Leather shit in my front yard (Swear) TV by my swimming pool (Swear) Got that built like a sports bar (Ayy) Chevelle with a new motor (Err) Got the bitch like a sports car (Yeah) Yeah, my name is Tity Boi (Oh) I don't fuck with hoes that wear sports bras (Nah!) Crib bigger than your imagination Call the trap house the gas station (I did) Call momma's house the Jag station (Haha) Emoji, sad faces (Damn) Look at these niggas (Look!) I need to buy pocketbooks for these niggas Sundays in the city movin' slow (Punkass) Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat (3500) Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float) Only trill niggas I know (Real shit only here) Only-only-only trill niggas I know (Definitely) Only-only-only trill niggas I know (Definitely) Only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know (Ooh) Sundays in the city movin' slow Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float) Only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know Only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know Ain't nobody triller than me, ain't nobody triller than Scott Ain't nobody trill man, I'm takin' their spot, yah, we ride on a yacht Ain't nobody triller than Metro, ain't nobody triller than Scooter Ain't nobody triller, I knew it, ain't nobody triller, we knew it Pour up in H-Town, them niggas don't play 'round like Jas and Jr (Only real niggas keep it float) Say fuck all the rumors, say fuck all the rumors (Only trill niggas I know) Say fuck all the rumors, say fuck all the rumors (Only trill niggas I know) Say fuck all the rumors, say fuck all the rumors Sundays in the city movin' slow Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float) Only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know Only trill niggas I know Only-only-only trill niggas I know

Scars to Your Beautiful

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Alessia Cara

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She just wants to be beautiful She goes unnoticed, she knows no limits She craves attention, she praises an image She prays to be sculpted by the sculptor Oh, she don't see the light that's shinin' Deeper than the eyes can find it Maybe we have made her blind So she tries to cover up her pain And cut her woes away 'Cause covergirls don't cry After their face is made And there's a hope that's waiting for you in the dark You should know you're beautiful just the way you are And you don't have to change a thing, the world could change its heart No scars to your beautiful, we're stars and we're beautiful Oh, oh, oh Oh-oh, oh, oh And you don't have to change a thing The world could change its heart No scars to your beautiful, we're stars and we're beautiful She has dreams to be an envy, so she's Starving, you know, covergirls eat nothing She says, "Beauty is pain and there's beauty in everything, what's a little bit of hunger?" "I can go a little while longer," she fades away She don't see her perfect, she don't understand she's worth it Or that beauty goes deeper than the surface, oh, oh So to all the girls that's hurting, let me be your mirror Help you see a little bit clearer the light that shines within And there's a hope that's waiting for you in the dark You should know you're beautiful just the way you are And you don't have to change a thing, the world could change its heart No scars to your beautiful, we're stars and we're beautiful Oh, oh, oh Oh-oh, oh, oh And you don't have to change a thing The world could change its heart No scars to your beautiful, we're stars and we're beautiful No better you than the you that you are No better you than the you that you are No better life than the life we're livin' No better life than the life we're livin' No better time for your shine, you're a star No better time for your shine, you're a star Oh, you're beautiful, oh, you're beautiful There's a hope that's waiting for you in the dark You should know you're beautiful just the way you are And you don't have to change a thing, the world could change its heart No scars to your beautiful, we're stars and we're beautiful Oh, oh, oh Oh-oh, oh, oh And you don't have to change a thing The world could change its heart No scars to your beautiful, we're stars and we're beautiful

$outh $ide $uicide

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$UICIDEBOY$

{Pouya,"\\$UICIDEBOY\\$"}

Outside in an all black ride, tint rolled up when I'm high Said they all wanna live, but I just wanna die Mo-Motherfucker, if you're looking for me, find me in the night I got a knife, don't wanna fight I wanna take your fucking life, and end it right on sight When I strike, if you bark, better bite Block hot, fuck the cops, pop a six-shot Glock Then I trot to the rocks, with me own blood clot Red-dot, bodies drop when I cock, then I spot No tomb, no plot, throw 'em off of the yacht, undocked With the slot of the skull hangin' in the fucking river, ho $ui-$uicide, 6-6-6, *59, so cynical Got a pound in the blunt, I'm loungin' Pour another round, I'm drownin' Climb to the top, I will jump off the mountain, ayy Swerv-swervin' in a motherfucking all-white Crown Vic' Blue light mounted, siren howlin' Stole it from a cop because he popped another brown kid (Ayy) Got the town lit up by the flame that I made From my grey serenade, make way for the Plague On the seventh day, grey bodies lay in they graves Still got the badge, still got the gun Still got the patch, still got the stun Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun Put the Glock to my skull then I- Yuh, yuh, yuh $outh $ide $uicide, kill yourself, ho Say you gettin' money, but your numbers don't show, you a liar Baseball bat fully wrapped in barbed wire For anyone that's tryna get by us (Bitch) I been thinkin' a lot, I see these rappers tryna get at my spot Robb told me, "You gotta get it how you live" Told that bitch, "You better get up out my biz" Pickle-breath-ass ho with a face like thizz (Shut the fuck up) You don't want no issue with Nose seen more blow than most nose seen a tissue I got anxiety so I can't really do a interview Don't come close to me I'm not the one to really do it how it's 'posed to be Independent, tell that label to get over me I'm over here with my peers, gettin' rich point blank Before I bring her to the crib, make sure that bitch don't stink Ain't no rules to the game, talk how you want (Yuh) Walk how you want (Yuh), my job is the shit I used to clean up shit from the rim of the toilet Now I'm gettin' money, I don't gotta pack a pistola Okay, maybe (Maybe) 'Cause jealousy make a man go crazy Money make a motherfucker hate me One thousand bitches, they all wanna date me

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The Game

{Drake}

Real nigga shit Other night at your crib, it was like me, Black, 40, OB We just sittin' there talkin' 'bout life Played some beats, but I forgot to tell you one thing Niggas called me to set you up Want me to come and wet you up 'Cause you a out of town nigga like Biggie Heard about the shit with Diddy So I came through to vest you up And I got a vest for 40, a vest for Hush A vest for every nigga with an owl on his chest and what I got L.A. unified You better off committin' suicide, teachers ain't testin' us See, I know how it feel to be platinum-plus Niggas is jealous of you, so they try to wrap you up Tax you up, but it's OVO/Blood Money Nigga catch these bullets like he catch the bus Dawg, fame is a motherfucker Do a nigga four favors, when you can't do the fifth How soon they forget? Run up on you at your granny house, give you nine like Fif' How are niggas s'posed to love you niggas? Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you niggas Drake told me not to trust you niggas Your energy off, you're finicky, I rush you niggas Just walkin' 'round the crib like, "Why a nigga can't live? Get this money, fuck these bitches though?" Thinkin' 'bout the beef like: "We can pass these mothafuckin' straps like a physical" This my city, nigga, everybody know it Ridin' 'round town, just me and my four-pound Tucked in my Tom Fords, hopin' I ain't gotta show it L.A. niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit, 40, I'm fucked up Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hunnid L.A. niggas be the craziest, yeah, one hunnid L.A., all I ever asked is one hunnid L.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest, one hunnid All I ever asked is one Thank me later, thanks for nothin', thanks for bluffin' Thank you so, so much for wearin' your true colors To every single fuckin' function Had niggas tell me to my face how we were family And how they love me while they were skimmin' off the budget Now, when I see 'em, they're the ones that's actin' funny People been reachin' out to me And I'm on some straight unresponsive shit I would have so many friends If I didn't have money, respect and accomplishments I would have so many friends If I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments I would have all of your fans If I didn't go pop and I stayed on some conscious shit I would have so many more friends If I lost my success and my confidence I'm in the club every time that they play the competition If they even play the competition and I seen the response they get Yeah, nobody's even hearin' it, on top of the pyramid Might go to Jamaica, disappear again My circle got so small that it's a period, sayin' to myself Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hunnid L.A. niggas be the craziest, yeah, one hunnid L.A., all I ever asked is one hunnid L.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest, one hunnid All I ever asked is one Miss 4 Cent, that was my real nigga Held a nigga down since he was a lil' nigga If he was still alive, he would kill niggas He was Lil' Snupe, I was Meek Mill Niggas know how it feel when you missin' your nigga though Can't think, so you roll up that indigo Stressin' while drivin' down Figuero' Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost, damn Make a real nigga wanna give his life to God like, "Here it go" Screamin' Frog name at the clouds, they don't hear me though Guess they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though You niggas don't feel me though That was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch You dissin' Drizzy, that's cool, but don't come to my city though Not even to H-Town So underground that I gotta be a trill nigga Strapped up from the waist down That's word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real nigga Shit was so simple when Henchman was out He had a young nigga right there with Meech So happy when Bleu Davinci got out We came up on these California streets L.A. niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit Got a nigga confused, but why a nigga gotta choose? Don't even matter, dawg, cause I'ma always be a real nigga Always be a real nigga I never learned how to be nothin' but a real nigga Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hunnid L.A. niggas be the craziest, yeah, one hunnid L.A., all I ever asked is one hunnid L.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest, one hunnid All I ever asked is one

7 Years

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Lukas Graham

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Once, I was seven years old, my mama told me "Go make yourself some friends, or you'll be lonely" Once, I was seven years old It was a big, big world, but we thought we were bigger Pushing each other to the limits, we were learning quicker By eleven, smoking herb and drinking burning liquor Never rich, so we were out to make that steady figure Once, I was eleven years old, my daddy told me "Go get yourself a wife, or you'll be lonely" Once, I was eleven years old I always had that dream like my daddy before me So I started writing songs, I started writing stories Something about that glory just always seemed to bore me 'Cause only those I really love will ever really know me Once, I was twenty years old, my story got told Before the morning sun, when life was lonely Once, I was twenty years old (Lukas Graham!) I only see my goals, I don't believe in failure 'Cause I know the smallest voices, they can make it major I got my boys with me, at least those in favor And if we don't meet before I leave, I hope I'll see you later Once, I was twenty years old, my story got told I was writing 'bout everything I saw before me Once, I was twenty years old Soon, we'll be thirty years old, our songs have been sold We've traveled around the world and we're still roaming Soon, we'll be thirty years old I'm still learning about life, my woman brought children for me So I can sing them all my songs, and I can tell them stories Most of my boys are with me, some are still out seeking glory And some I had to leave behind, my brother, I'm still sorry Soon, I'll be sixty years old, my daddy got sixty-one Remember life and then your life becomes a better one I made a man so happy when I wrote a letter once I hope my children come and visit once or twice a month Soon, I'll be sixty years old, will I think the world is cold? Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me? Soon, I'll be sixty years old Soon, I'll be sixty years old, will I think the world is cold? Or will I have a lot of children who can hold me? Soon, I'll be sixty years old Once, I was seven years old, my mama told me "Go make yourself some friends, or you'll be lonely" Once I was seven years old Once I was seven years old

Gold

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Kiiara

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Roof was on, let me, love me, on, but you, know Roof was on, let me, love me, on, but you, know Roof was on, let me, love me, on, but you, know Roof was on, let me, love me Gold up in my, gold up in my teeth (Gold up, gold up in my teeth) Don't care what you say to me I'ma bite your feelings out (Gold up, gold up in my teeth) I missed you in the basement (Gold up in my teeth) But your brother was a good substitute for you And if you love me, love me, but you never let me go When the roof was on fire, you never let me know Say you're sorry, honey, but you never really show And I could leave the party without ever letting you know Without ever letting you know Roof was on, let me, love me, on, but you, know Roof was on, let me, love me Without ever letting you know Roof was on, let me, love me, on, but you, know Roof was on, let me, love me Without ever letting you know Roof was on, let me, love me, on, but you, know Roof was on, let me, love me Without ever letting you know Roof was on, let me, love me, on, but you, know Without ever letting you know Gold up in my, gold up in my teeth (Gold up, gold up in my teeth) Tastes like money when I speak (Gold up, gold up in my teeth) And I missed you in the basement, yeah (Gold up in my teeth) Bodies on the pavement (Oh, gold up in my teeth) And if you love me, love me, but you never let me go And my roof was on fire, you never let me know Say you're sorry, honey, but you never really show (Gold up in my teeth) And I could leave the party without ever letting you know Without ever letting you know Roof was on, let me, love me, on, but you, know Roof was on, let me, love me Without ever letting you know Roof was on, let me, love me, on, but you, know Roof was on, let me, love me Without ever letting you know Roof was on, let me, love me, on, but you, know Roof was on, let me, love me Without ever letting you know Roof was on, let me, love me, on, but you, know Without ever letting you know Gold up in my, gold up in my teeth (Gold up, gold up in my teeth) Taste like money when I speak (Gold up, gold up in my teeth) And I missed you in the basement, yeah (Gold up in my teeth) Bodies on the pavement (Oh) And if you love me, love me, but you never let me go And my roof was on fire, you never let me know Say you're sorry, honey, but you never really show (Gold up in my teeth) And I could leave the party without ever letting you know Without ever letting you know Roof was on, let me, love me, on, but you, know Roof was on, let me, love me Without ever letting you know Roof was on, let me, love me, on, but you, know Roof was on, let me, love me Without ever letting you know Roof was on, let me, love me, on, but you, know Roof was on, let me, love me Without ever letting you know Roof was on, let me, love me, on, but you, know Without ever letting you know

Antidote

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Travis Scott

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Don't you open up that window Don't you let out that antidote (Yeah) Poppin' pills is all we know (Ooh) In the hills is all we know (Hollywood) Don't go through the front door (Through the back) It's lowkey at the night show (Ooh) So, don't you open up that window (Ooh) Don't you let out that antidote, yeah Party on a Sunday (That was fun) Do it all again on Monday (One more time) Spent a check on a weekend (Oh my God) I might do it all again (That's boss shit) I just hit a three peat (Ooh) Fucked three hoes I met this week (Robert Horry) I don't do no old hoes (Oh, no, no) My nigga, that's a no-no (Straight up) She just want the coco (Cocaína) I just want dinero (Paper hunt, where?) Who that at the front door? (Who that is?) If it's the feds, oh, no, no, no (Don't let 'em in, shh) Don't you open up that window (Yeah) Don't you let out that antidote (Yeah, ooh) Poppin' pills is all we know (Yeah) In the hills is all we know (Hollywood) Don't go through the front door (In the back) It's lowkey at the night show (Ooh) Yeah, ooh, ooh, at the night show (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ah) At the night show (Higher), at the night show (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ah) Ooh, at the night show (Get lit, my nigga) Ooh, at the night show (Yeah) Anything can happen at the night show Everything can happen at the night show (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ahh) Ooh, at the night show Anything can happen at the night show Ooh, at the night show Ooh, your bitch not at home, she at the night show Ooh (Straight up), fuckin' right, ho Ooh, had to catch a flight for the night show Ooh (Let's go), let's get piped though Bottles got us right though, we ain't sippin' light, no (Rrr, La Flame) I ain't got no type though Only got one night though, we can do it twice though Ooh (It's lit), at the night show, ooh At the night show (Ooh, ooh), at the night show Ooh, at the night show, yeah, at the night show Everything can happen at the night show Ooh, at the night show Anything can happen at the night show, ooh Stackin' up day to day, young nigga You know you gotta go get it, go get it, my nigga They hatin', they stankin', they waitin' Don't be mistaken, we dyin', they stayin' Lord, I'm on fire, they think that I'm Satan Callin' me crazy on different occasions Kickin' the cameraman off of my stages 'Cause I don't like how he snappin' my angles I'm overboard and I'm over-impatient Over my niggas and these kids my ages Dealin' with Mo' shit that's more complicated Like these two bitches that might be related H-Town, you got one, and you Bun B like a number-one It's late night, got a late show If you wanna roll, I got a place where (Ah) Poppin' pills is all we know (Ooh) In the hills is all we know (Hollywood) Don't go through the front door (Through the back) It's lowkey at the night show (Ooh) So don't you open up that window (Ooh) (Don't you let out that antidote)

All Eyes on You

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Meek Mill

{"Nicki Minaj","Chris Brown"}

Yeah, yeah, baby, is you drunk? Is you had enough? Are you here lookin' for love? Ooh, ooh Got the club goin' crazy All these bitches, but my eyes on you Is you somebody's baby? If you ain't, girl, what we gon' do? If your ego need it, baby, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh) Give it all up for you right now We got the club goin' crazy All eyes, all eyes on you She was the baddest, I was the realest (ooh, ooh) We was the flyest, up in the buildin' (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) We was countin' this money, lovin' the feelin' (ooh, oh, ooh) Look at you now, in love with a hitta (yeah, yeah, yeah) But now it's all eyes on me, and it all lies on me (yeah, yeah) To say somethin' to your pretty ass Some hood shit, what you lookin' at? (Uh-huh) 'Cause I'm good for that, Birkin bags, I'm good for that (yeah) Might just be your plug for that (yeah) You might fall in love with that, got love for that (yeah, yeah, yeah) What's your name? Who you with? Where you from? You the shit Choose and pick, get the right one All these chicks, got to like one (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) All these hits, you got to like one All these bottles, got to like some (oh, ooh) All these models, got the right one What you gon' do? Hide or run? Woah You ready? (Yeah) Baby, is you drunk? Is you had enough? Are you here lookin' for love? Ooh, ooh Got the club goin' crazy All these bitches, but my eyes on you Is you somebody's baby? If you ain't, girl, what we gon' do? (Ooh) If your ego need it, baby, yeah, yeah, yeah (baby, yeah, yeah, yeah) Give it all up for you right now We got the club goin' crazy All eyes, all eyes on you Yo, he was the realest, I was the baddest, we was the illest When he approached me, I said, "Yo what the deal is?" In and out them dealers, rockin' chinchillas I got him in the back of that 'bach, I think he catchin' feelings Now it's all eyes on us, and this all lies on trust And if them bitches wanna trip, tell 'em they tour guide's on us This kitty cat on reclusive, he duck, duckin' them gooses I put him on to that new new, now he only fuck with exclusives He was like (What's your name?) My name Nick (Where you from?) New York in this bitch (Choose and pick) You got the right one All them hoes, ain't nothin' like them Nigga, you know you'd never wife them None of them niggas ain't never hit this Still at the top of all they hit lists What they gon' do? Meek and Nick Yeah, baby, is you drunk? Is you had enough? Are you here lookin' for love? Ooh, ooh Got the club goin' crazy All these hittas, but my eyes on you Is you somebody's baby? (Ah, ooh, ooh) If you ain't, boy, what we gon' do? If your ego need it, baby, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh) Give it all up for you right now We got the club goin' crazy All eyes, all eyes on you She was the baddest, he was the realest (ooh, ooh) We was the fliest, we was the illest (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I was the realest, I was the baddest (ooh, ooh) We was the fliest, up in the buildin' (oh, ooh) (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

TK from Ling tosite sigure - unravel Romanized

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Genius Romanizations

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Oshiete, oshiete yo sono shikumi wo Boku no naka ni dare ga iru no? Kowareta, kowareta yo kono sekai de Kimi ga warau nanimo miezu ni Kowareta boku nante sa Iki wo tomete Hodokenai mou hodokenai yo Shinjitsu sae Freeze Kowaseru, kowasenai, kurueru, kuruenai Anata wo mitsukete Yureta yuganda sekai ni dan dan Boku wa sukitootte mienaku natte Mitsukenaide boku no koto wo mitsumenaide Dareka ga egaita sekai no naka de Anata wo kizutsuketaku wa nai yo Oboeteite boku no koto wo (azayaka na mama) Mugen ni hirogaru kodoku ga karamaru Mujaki ni waratta kioku ga sasatte Ugokenai, ugokenai, ugokenai, ugokenai, ugokenai, ugokenai yo Unravelling the world Kawatte shimatta kaerarenakatta Futatsu ga karamaru futari ga horobiru Kowaseru, kowasenai, kurueru, kuruenai Anata wo kegasenai yo Yureta yuganda sekai ni dan dan Boku wa sukitootte mienaku natte Mitsukenaide boku no koto wo mitsumenaide Yureka ga shikunda kodoku na wana ni Mirai ga hodokete shimau mae ni Omoidashite boku no koto wo (azayaka na mama) Wasurenaide, wasurenaide Wasurenaide, wasurenaide Kawatte shimatta koto ni paralyze Kaerarenai koto darake no paradise Oboeteite boku no koto wo Oshiete, oshiete Boku no naka ni dare ga iru no?

How Deep Is Your Love

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Calvin Harris & Disciples

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I want you to breathe me in Let me be your air Let me roam your body freely No inhibition, no fear How deep is your love? Is it like the ocean? What devotion are you? How deep is your love? Is it like nirvana? Hit me harder again How deep is your love? How deep is your love? How deep is your love? Is it like the ocean? Pull me closer again How deep is your love? How deep is your love? Open up my eyes and Tell me who I am Let me in on all your secrets No inhibition, no sin How deep is your love? Is it like the ocean? What devotion are you? How deep is your love? Is it like nirvana? Hit me harder again How deep is your love? How deep is your love? How deep is your love? Is it like the ocean? Pull me closer again How deep is your love? How deep is your love? How deep is your love? So tell me, how deep is your love? Can it go deeper? So tell me, how deep is your love? Can it go deep? So tell me, how deep is your love? Can it go deeper? So tell me, how deep is your love? Can it go deep? (How deep is your love?) So tell me, how deep is your love? Can it go deeper? So tell me, how deep is your love? Can it go deep? (How deep is your love?) So tell me, how deep is your love? Can it go deeper? (Pull me closer, again) So tell me, how deep is your love? How deep is your love? How deep is your love? How deep is your love? So tell me, how deep is your love? Can it go deeper? So tell me, how deep is your love? Can it go deep? (How deep is your love?) So tell me, how deep is your love? Can it go deeper? So tell me, how deep is your love? Can it go deep?

Best Friend

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Young Thug

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Ricky Racks, I see you! Thugger! YSL for life, bitch Yeah fuck you, your momma and everything else Yung Shad, you killed this track Free the GOAT! That's my best friend, that's my best friend, flexin' Big ol' booty bitch missus from Texas, what's next is I'm gon' skeet off, lil' nigga come catch me, catch me And that's my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend Nigga livin' TTG and everything is still on fleek Bad bitch rollin' wit' me, she gon' smile 'cause she on fleek Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit on fleek Hey-yeah! Yeah Take them boys to school, swagonometry Bitch I'm bleedin' bad, like a bumble bee Hold up! Hold it, hold it, nigga proceed I'ma eat that booty just like groceries Eat on that coochie, lay that bitch down like "let's do it" No Tiger, bitch, eat that wood, eat that wood Supplier, bitch, I got pistols, no wood I want them tacos that are Meagan Good Helicopter choppin' with the buzz Stuff them racks inside them if they nudge Bang that other side, nigga curb And my reefer louder than a speaker Yeah my niece is hangin' with The Beatles If you ever find her, better keep her 37 cameras for the sneakers Goin' out like Ox or Beanie Sigel Send a cop, I can't wait to mistreat 'em Forcin' your ho, I can't wait to mislead 'em And beat 'em, they ain't my people That's my best friend, that's my best friend, flexin' Big ol' booty bitch missus from Texas, what's next is I'm gon' skeet off, lil' nigga come catch me, catch me And that's my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend Nigga livin' TTG and everything is still on fleek Bad bitch rollin' wit' me, she gon' smile 'cause she on fleek Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit on fleek Hey-yeah! Yeah! Let me tell you how I spent a couple hundreds today I done cut back on that lean, I'm on that Hen' and D'ussé Don't do no talkin', when you see him, you better shoot in his face I got a hundred bitches that can't wait to replace Michael Jackson, nigga, Thugger Jackson moon walkin' The S.L.I.M.E. army tool shoppin' Me a horny goat, I'm boolin' at the bull stop No I can't get arrested 'cause I'm talkin' 'bout my necklace I'ma put that bitch in the buck, I'm a dog, let's get stuck My lil' sister Dora, eat them Lucky Charms and give me luck Waddup cuz? Here yo cup, call my Bloods, bring my bup Your crew suck, don't got bucks, these ain't drugs, nigga That's my best friend, that's my best friend, flexin' Big ol' booty bitch missus from Texas, what's next is I'm gon' skeet off, lil' nigga come catch me, catch me And that's my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend Nigga livin' TTG and everything is still on fleek Bad bitch rollin' wit' me, she gon' smile 'cause she on fleek Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit on fleek Hey-yeah!

The Less I Know the Better

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The Less I Know the Better Lyrics - Tame Impala

{"Tame Impala"}

Someone said they left together I ran out the door to get her She was holding hands with Trevor Not the greatest feeling ever Said, "Pull yourself together You should try your luck with Heather" Then I heard they slept together Oh, the less I know the better The less I know the better Oh, my love, can't you see yourself by my side? No surprise when you're on his shoulder like every night Oh, my love, can't you see that you're on my mind? Don't suppose we could convince your lover to change his mind? So goodbye She said, "It's not now or never Wait ten years, we'll be together" I said, "Better late than never Just don't make me wait forever" Don't make me wait forever Don't make me wait forever Oh, my love, can't you see yourself by my side? I don't suppose you could convince your lover to change his mind? I was doing fine without ya Till I saw your face, now I can't erase Giving in to all his bullshit Is this what you want? Is this who you are? I was doing fine without ya Till I saw your eyes turn away from mine Oh, sweet darling, where he wants you Said, "Come on, Superman, say your stupid line" Said, "Come on, Superman, say your stupid line" Said, "Come on, Superman, say your stupid line"

Silent Night

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Christmas Songs

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Silent night, holy night All is calm, all is bright Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child Holy Infant so tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace Sleep in heavenly peace Silent night, holy night Shepherds quake at the sight Glories stream from heaven afar Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia Christ the Savior is born Christ the Savior is born Silent night, holy night Son of God, love's pure light Radiant beams from Thy holy face With the dawn of redeeming grace Jesus Lord, at Thy birth Jesus Lord, at Thy birth

Where Ya At

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Where Ya At Lyrics - Future

{Drake,Future}

I don't wanna hear all that, I don't wanna hear none of that Talkin' commas, how much you need and all that shit Fuck that shit, I don't remember none of that shit Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas wouldn't feed me? Where your ass was at, dog, when bitches didn't need me? Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas tried to run off? Where your ass was at, dog? You made me pull this gun out Where your ass was at, dog, you went and switched sides? Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas spread lies on him? Where your ass was at, dog, when the bodies came sliding? Where your ass was at, dog, when I was serving pies? Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas wouldn't feed me? Where your ass was at, dog, when bitches didn't need me? Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas tried to run off? Where your ass was at, dog? You made me pull this gun out Where your ass was at, dog, when I was in the Pyrex? Where your ass was at, dog, when I was drinking Hi-Tech? Where your ass was at, dog? You came through the projects Where your ass at? We keep that fully loaded contracts Had her rain dance on the dick, ass jumping Running through the pussy like a nigga going jogging Fuck a little Louis, put it in a bitch pocket Put a pic with me on the 'gram, now you popping Where your ass was at when I was trapping in the store? Had to struggle to get where I'm at and sell dope Jackie Chan moves got game in the choke Gas rolling up in the blunt, Amoco 12 tryin' come in the spot to open up the dope Burglar bar doors got a young nigga confident Juugin' out the stove and we still bangin', honest Blowing on the O, yo, we call that ho an onion Man, where your ass was at when we took the city over? Where your ass was at when all they'd ask was "What's the hold up?" Where your ass was at when niggas first got the news? Now your ass around because we're paying back dues Where were you when all the dogs needed help? Lawyers and the commissary ain't gon' pay itself Where your ass was at when we recorded in the bathroom? Where your ass was at? I take attendance like a classroom Man I ain't got no choice 'Cause nowadays I swear this shit done changed up for the boy I'm self-made, selfish with my women, self-employed I'll buy the neighbor's house if they complain about the noise Man, where your ass was at, dog, when niggas wouldn't feed me? Where your ass was at, dog, when bitches didn't need me? Where your ass was at? Last winter was the coldest Fuck where you was at, I had the 6 on my shoulders Where your ass was at dog, when niggas wouldn't feed me? Where your ass was at dog, when bitches didn't need me? Where your ass was at dog, when niggas tried to run off? Where your ass was at dog? You made me pull this gun out 60 for a walk through, bitch don't panic Had them bitches fall through fucking like a savage Heard you tryna swim in the ocean no jacket Heard that nigga came through squeezing on a ratchet Heard that nigga came through squeezing on a ratchet Serve a lot of dog food, call you a mutt Where your ass was at dog, when I was on my come-up? The reason I'm here today 'cause I ain't never gave up Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas wouldn't feed me? Where your ass was at, dog, when bitches didn't need me? Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas tried to run off? Where your ass was at, dog? You made me pull this gun out Where you ass was at, when I was trapping in the store? Had to struggle to get where I'm at and sell dope Juugin' out the stove and we still bangin', honest Blowing on the O, yo, we call that ho an onion

Thought It Was a Drought

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Future

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Uh, Wizard Dirty soda, Spike Lee White girl, Ice T Fully loaded AP, yeah I just fucked your bitch in some Gucci flip flops I just had some bitches and I made 'em lip lock I just took a piss and I seen codeine coming out We got purple Actavis, I thought it was a drought Bitch, I'ma choose the dirty over you You know I ain't scared to lose you They don't like it when you're telling the truth I'd rather be realer than you I had to make me a cot Now I called a contractor to make me a spot I sold the dope out your house Now you come to my house, I've got dope in the couch You know I don't fuck with no rumors Rocking red bottoms like they Pumas Got these meds on me, I'ma do 'em I take these pills and I'm having a thrill Taking prescription's a hell of a feeling As for the xanny, I never forgot it Got 'em begging to call up my phone tryna have a menage Gotta put up the cash, can't even stay in the house Cause there's too much to hide Whip the four to a nine, gotta pay up the rent, I was too far behind Fuck I'm too out of time, fuck 'em two at a time Had to do what I had to do to get where I'm at, niggas know I ain't lying Niggas know I ain't lying It's a lot on my mind, it's a lot on my plate But I never complain I was working the weight like I came out the gym I never did train Put the girl on a train Strapped a bird on her back, now she came back with change, ayy I just fucked your bitch in some Gucci flip flops I just had some bitches and I made 'em lip lock I just took a piss and I seen codeine coming out We got purple Actavis, I thought it was a drought I just fucked your bitch in some Gucci flip flops I just had some bitches and I made 'em lip lock I just took a piss and I seen codeine coming out We got purple Actavis, I thought it was a drought I strapped the dope to your spouse The first time I gave her an ounce I put some free bands in her account I told her, "Bitch, can't be running your mouth Better watch what you say to these niggas Cause you already know what they 'bout" Put the game in a choke in a knot Hit that bitch while I'm choking her out Put that hook on her, now she got love in the south I got some purp on me now Stacking these styrofoams up by the double They done let me back in, now they know they in trouble Valet the whip by the front door On a percocet now and I need me some more Tell me them lies that you want me to hear I try to forget, but it's hard to forgive Take me some codeine and pop me a pill I pull on a blunt and blow smoke out my ears I smoke on this blunt, I get high as I can I float off the Earth in designer I'm working on having some manners I'm thinking about it right now I'm holding the cash while I pour up the lean Then I put one in the air I just fucked your bitch in some Gucci flip flops I just had some bitches and I made 'em lip lock I just took a piss and I seen codeine coming out We got purple Actavis, I thought it was a drought I just fucked your bitch in some Gucci flip flops I just had some bitches and I made 'em lip lock I just took a piss and I seen codeine coming out We got purple Actavis, I thought it was a drought Thought it was a drought, thought it, thought it was a drought We thought it was a drought, we poured an Actavis Bitch, I'ma choose the dirty over you You know I ain't scared to lose you They don't like it when you're telling the truth I'd rather be realer than you (Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro)

The Cuppycake Song

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Buddy Castle

{"Amy Castle"}

You're my honeybunch, sugar plum, pumpy-umpy-umpkin You're my sweetie pie You're my cuppycake, gumdrop, snoogums-boogums You're the apple of my eye And I love you so and I want you to know That I'll always be right here And I love to sing sweet songs to you Because you are so dear

Say It

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Tory Lanez

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Just keepin' it honest You wouldn't want a young nigga if I wasn't whippin' this foreign That's why I came back, top down You gon' have to do more than just (Say it) You gon' have to do less when you (Do it) So mama you know I (Show it) Always want you to (Prove it) You gon' have to do more than just (Say it) You gon' have to do less when you (Do it) So mama you know I (Show it) So you gon' need to more than just (Prove it) And you know, you know And you know, in this foreign car, let it go And you know, you know And you know, in this foreign car, let you know How you know that I want you? And you want me? But I now know You know I know that this ain't right 'Cause you want me cause I got dough Ever since you walked in inside my foreign, slam my door You know I know that you been on it But I been on it on the low So let a young nigga get down on it, yeah Love when you spin 'round on it, yeah Even though a young nigga want you Shawty, I promise the truth And when I come down on it, yeah You love when I'm down on it, yeah Fuck around, spend time on it, yeah That's why I came back top down You gon' have to do more than just (Say it) You gon' have to do less when you (Do it) So mama you know I (Show it) Always want you to (Prove it) You gon' have to do more than just (Say it) You gon' have to do less when you (Do it) So mama you know I (Show it) So you gon' need to more than just (Prove it) And you know, you know And you know, in this foreign car, let it go And you know, you know And you know, in this foreign car, let you know Gots to break it down for you to let you know You know it's things you know I'm down for Ain't gon' act like you ain't 'bout my dough You know I know, but girl, you know I'm down for Take your time to find you I won't hesitate to take the time to waste, no, baby Bringin' out the foreign out to play You know it's things it takes So let a young nigga get down on it, yeah Love when you spin 'round on it, yeah Even though a young nigga want you Shawty, I promise the truth And when I come down on it, yeah You love when I'm down on it, yeah Fuck around, spend time on it, yeah That's why I came back top down You gon' have to do more than just (Say it) You gon' have to do less when you (Do it) So mama you know I (Show it) Always want you to (Prove it) You gon' have to do more than just (Say it) You gon' have to do less when you (Do it) So mama you know I (Show it) So you gon' need to more than just (Prove it) And you know, you know And you know, in this foreign car, let it go And you know, you know And you know, in this foreign car, let you know Say it, baby, do it, baby Show it, baby, prove it, baby Say it, baby, do it, baby Show it, baby, prove it, baby All I'm tryin' to say I just wanna see your body move in different ways All I wanna do is come close to you You make me come through, I get so close to you

Hit The Quan

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Hit The Quan Lyrics - iLoveMemphis

{​iLoveMemphis}

Yeah (Yeah) Bah, uh, yeah (Hey, Buck Nasty) Ah, ayy, wait 'til they feel me I finna, I finna, finna show you how to Hit the Quan, hit the Quan, hit the Quan, hit the Quan I said get down low and swing your arm I said get down low and hit the Quan I'm finna show you how to Hit the Quan, hit the Quan, hit the Quan, hit the Quan I said get down low and swing your arm I said get down low and hit the Quan I paper chase then vanish Hit the Quan on her, make her boyfriend panic IHeartMemphis, but I also love dancing I done took off on 'em, I don't plan on landing I call shots just do it like Nike No FaceTime, but the people want to Skype me If I do time, then who would really write me? I stay on y'all mind but, "Oh, I think they like me" Clean pair of sneaks with a designer belt Please watch your step, 'cause I'm feeling myself Throw a flag on the play, man somebody get the ref Go, "Blah la la la low," man, somebody get some help Pulled up on the block Hit the Quan, hit the Quan, hit the Quan, hit the Quan I said get down low and swing your arm I said get down low and hit the Quan I'm finna show you how to Hit the Quan, hit the Quan, hit the Quan, hit the Quan I said get down low and swing your arm I said get down low and hit the Quan Pull up on the block and do the dance like crazy This chick is hella hot, but I know this chick crazy If I think she not, then that makes me crazy We are both thots so we are both are crazy Flexing always on my agenda Your whole team rats, your CEO is Master Splinter 'Bout to hit the Quan and turn that girl into a member Now my whole team flexing, I think we got a winner People want to dap it up but they can't get none from me I went to jail and snap it up, at least I had bum money People wanna walk around me tryna steal my lingo Just make sure when you talk about me you say he's doing his thing though Hit the Quan, hit the Quan, hit the Quan, hit the Quan I said get down low and swing your arm I said get down low and hit the Quan I'm finna show you how to Hit the Quan, hit the Quan, hit the Quan, hit the Quan I said get down low and swing your arm I said get down low and hit the Quan

Shameless

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The Weeknd

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Yeah Uh, uh, yeah Say it louder, say it louder Who's gonna love ya Like me, like me? Say it louder, say it louder Who's gonna touch ya Like me, like me? Ooh, said you wanna be good But you couldn't keep your composure Ooh, said you wanna be good But you're begging me to come over Ooh, come over Ooh, sayin' who's gonna fuck ya Like me? Yeah I don't wanna hurt you But you live for the pain I'm not tryna say it But it's what you became You want me to fix you But it's never enough That's why you always call me 'Cause you're scared to be loved, uh But I'll always be there for you I'll always be there for you I'll always be there for you Girl, I have no shame (Shame) I'll always be there for you I'll always be there for you I'll always be there for you Girl, I have no shame (Shame) Say it louder, say it louder Yeah, who's gonna love ya Like me, uh, like me, yeah? Say it louder, say it louder Who's gonna touch ya Like me, uh, like me? Ooh, said it'd be the last time All you needed was a little closure Ooh, said it'd be the last time But you're begging me to come over Ooh, come over Ooh, saying who's gonna fuck ya Like me? Hey I don't wanna hurt you But you live for the pain I'm not tryna say it But it's what you became You want me to fix you But it's never enough That's why you always call me 'Cause you're scared to be loved, uh But I'll always be there for you I'll always be there for you I'll always be there for you Girl, I have no shame (Shame) Girl, I'll always be there for you I'll always be there for you I'll always be there for you Girl, I have no shame (Shame) Who's gonna fuck you like... Hey! Woo-ooh I don't wanna hurt you But you live for the pain I'm not tryna say it But it's what you became, no You want me to fix you But it's never enough (Never enough) That's why you always call me 'Cause you're scared to be loved (Scared to be loved) But I'll always be there for you I'll always be there for you I'll always be there for you (I'll always be there for you) Girl, I have no shame (Shame) Girl, I'll always be there for you I'll always be there for you I'll always be there for you Girl, I have no shame (Shame) Girl, I have no-no shame

Charged Up

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Drake

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Stop, stop, stop... Fuck niggas gon' be fuck niggas That's why we never give a fuck when a fuck nigga switched up I'm so sorry Did you hope I was crying? It was rough without you It was rough without you I did some charity today for the kids But I'm used to it 'cause all y'all charity cases All y'all stare in my face in hopes you could be the replacement Niggas is snitchin' on us without no interrogation I stay silent 'cause we at war and I'm very patient Six God is watchin', I just hope you're prepared to face him I'm charged up, I'm charged up Wow, I'm honored that you think this is staged I'm flattered, man, in fact, I'm amazed The perfect start to the summer, man, this shit is a doozy This shit a twist in the movie, but don't jump to conclusions You boys are gettin' into your feelings on me You should embrace it, this could be one of our realest moments Okay, the flow start to feel familiar, don't it? Must I remind you that Jimmy got 20 million on it? Need DJ Clue to drop a bomb on it None of them want this shit more than I want it I seen it all comin', knew they would push a button East egg huntin', they gotta look for somethin' Done doin' favors for people 'Cause it ain't like I need the money I make off a feature I see you niggas havin' trouble goin' gold Turnin' into some so-and-sos that no one knows But so it go Come live all your dreams out at OVO We gon' make sure you get your bread and you know the ropes I get a ring and I bring it home like I'm Cory Joe No woman ever had me star-struck Or was able to tell me to get my bars up I'm charged up Oh no, we eatin', niggas ain't about to starve us Nah, niggas ain't about to starve us I'm charged up I bought my niggas rollies off of Thank Me Later While these boys was stanky leggin' Trust me, this information is vital I'm tryin' to take the high road, I still got love for my idols I got me a deal with Apple and I still feel entitled Rumor has it, there's somethin' that only I know Rumor has it, I steer the ship with my eyes closed Rumor has it, I either fucked her or never could But rumor has it, hasn't done you niggas any good It's sound, sound, sound 'til the day I die We goin' live to keep this shit alive Cops are killin' people with they arms up And your main focus is tryna harm us? And you think you 'bout to starve us? Niggas ain't about to starve us Nah, I'm charged up! (Stop, stop, stop, stop...) Have you seen me? I'm doing so good Every time we meet: "Oh, I'm so sorry" (Fuck niggas gon' be fuck niggas That's why we never give a fuck when a fuck nigga switched up) "You know, I kept it real It ain't too many real people out here And people be on some weak bitch-ass shit all day long Industry people... regular people... And then when you keep it real with people, they cross the line, take your kindness for weakness and that's weak."

Hotline Bling

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Drake

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You used to call me on my You used to, you used to Yeah You used to call me on my cell phone Late-night when you need my love Call me on my cell phone Late-night when you need my love And I know when that hotline bling That can only mean one thing I know when that hotline bling That can only mean one thing Ever since I left the city, you Got a reputation for yourself now Everybody knows and I feel left out Girl, you got me down, you got me stressed out 'Cause ever since I left the city, you Started wearing less and goin' out more Glasses of champagne out on the dance floor Hangin' with some girls I've never seen before You used to call me on my cell phone Late-night when you need my love Call me on my cell phone Late-night when you need my love I know when that hotline bling That can only mean one thing I know when that hotline bling That can only mean one thing Ever since I left the city, you, you, you You and me, we just don't get along You make me feel like I did you wrong Going places where you don't belong Ever since I left the city, you You got exactly what you asked for Running out of pages in your passport Hangin' with some girls I've never seen before You used to call me on my cell phone Late-night when you need my love Call me on my cell phone Late-night when you need my love And I know when that hotline bling That can only mean one thing I know when that hotline bling That can only mean one thing These days, all I do is Wonder if you're bendin' over backwards for someone else Wonder if you're rolling up a Backwoods for someone else Doing things I taught you, gettin' nasty for someone else You don't need no one else You don't need nobody else, no Why you never alone? Why you always touching road? Used to always stay at home Be a good girl, you was in the zone Yeah, you should just be yourself Right now, you're someone else You used to call me on my cell phone Late-night when you need my love Call me on my cell phone Late-night when you need my love And I know when that hotline bling That can only mean one thing I know when that hotline bling That can only mean one thing Ever since I left the city...

Right Hand

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Drake

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You my right hand, you my go to Told me everything about you, that's a bold move I know that you're out here And there's things you gotta go through Just know that these streets just don't love you like I do Yeah, and they never will But I swear you gotta chill You wanna grip a Benz wheel And I know you can't wait You dream big and sleep late You got a lot on your plate That's why you're always working out Taking pictures of yourself You don't see anybody else And you're like, "Oh well" You're like, "Fuck it, oh well" My past behind me like a ponytail But you my right hand, you my go to Told me everything about you, that's a bold move I know that you're out here And there's things you gotta go through Just know that these streets just don't love you like I do Yeah, and they never will Okay, I know you want the Audi I know you want to go to Maui You and all your girlfriends The ones you never bring around me 'Cause you don't trust me like your last man Did he open doors for ya? Buy the things you can't afford for ya? 'Cause he must have did a lot for ya I just fell back with it And now your past is behind you like the car with the strap in it Thank God that's finished 'Cause now it's back to business Any more Henny and you're past the limit You told me 'bout the picture, now you have to send it I would never put you on blast when I get it You my right hand, you my go to Told me everything about you, that's a bold move I know that you're out here And there's things you gotta go through Just know that these streets just don't love you like I do And they never will You my right hand, you my go to Told me everything about you, that's a bold move I know that you're out here And there's things you gotta go through Just know that these streets just don't love you like I do And they never will

​i​ hate u i love u

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Garrett Nash

{"Olivia O\\'Brien"}

Feeling used, but I'm Still missing you and I can't See the end of this Just wanna feel your kiss against my lips And now all this time is passing by But I still can't seem to tell you why It hurts me every time I see you Realize how much I need you I hate you, I love you I hate that I love you Don't want to, but I can't put Nobody else above you I hate you, I love you I hate that I want you You want her, you need her And I'll never be her I miss you when I can't sleep Or right after coffee or right when I can't eat I miss you in my front seat Still got sand in my sweaters From nights we don't remember Do you miss me like I miss you? Fucked around and got attached to you Friends can break your heart, too And I'm always tired, but never of you If I pulled a you on you, you wouldn't like that shit I put this reel out, but you wouldn't bite that shit I type a text, but then I never mind that shit I got these feelings, but you never mind that shit Oh oh, keep it on the low You're still in love with me, but your friends don't know If you wanted me, you would just say so And if I were you, I would never let me go I hate you, I love you I hate that I love you Don't want to, but I can't put Nobody else above you I hate you, I love you I hate that I want you You want her, you need her And I'll never be her I don't mean no harm, I just miss you on my arm Wedding bells were just alarms Caution tape around my heart You ever wonder what we could have been? You said you wouldn't and you fucking did Lie to me, lie with me, get your fucking fix Now all my drinks and all my feelings are all fucking mixed Always missing people that I shouldn't be missing Sometimes you gotta burn some bridges just to create some distance I know that I control my thoughts and I should stop reminiscing But I learned from my dad that it's good to have feelings When love and trust are gone I guess this is moving on Everyone I do right does me wrong So every lonely night, I sing this song I hate you, I love you I hate that I love you Don't want to, but I can't put Nobody else above you I hate you, I love you I hate that I want you You want her, you need her And I'll never be her All alone, I watch you watch her Like she's the only girl you've ever seen You don't care, you never did You don't give a damn about me Yeah, all alone, I watch you watch her She is the only thing you've ever seen How is it you never notice That you are slowly killing me? I hate you, I love you I hate that I love you Don't want to, but I can't put Nobody else above you I hate you, I love you I hate that I want you You want her, you need her And I'll never be her

Back to Back

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Drake

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Oh man Oh man, oh man Not again Yeah I learned the game from William Wesley, you can never check me Back to back for the niggas that didn't get the message Back to back, like I'm on the cover of Lethal Weapon Back to back, like I'm Jordan '96, '97 Woah-very important and very pretentious When I look back, I might be mad that I gave this attention Yeah, but it's weighin' heavy on my conscience Yeah, and fuck, you left The Boy no options I wanna see my niggas go insane You gon' make me step out of my fuckin' frame You gon' make me buy bottles for Charlamagne You gon' make me go out of my fuckin' way I waited four days, nigga, where y'all at? I drove here in the Wraith, playin' AR-AB I'm not sure what it was that really made y'all mad But I guess this is what I gotta do to make y'all rap I mean whoa, can't fool the city, man, they know what's up Second floor at Tootsies, gettin' shoulder rubs This for y'all that think that I don't write enough They just mad 'cause I got the Midas touch You love her, then you gotta give the world to her Is that a world tour or your girl's tour? I know that you gotta be a thug for her This ain't what she meant when she told you to open up more Yeah, trigger fingers turn to Twitter fingers Yeah, you gettin' bodied by a singin' nigga I'm not the type of nigga that'll type to niggas And shout to all my boss bitches wifin' niggas Make sure you hit him with the prenup Then tell that man to ease up I did another one, I did another one You still ain't did shit about the other one I got the drink in me, going back to back Yeah, going back to back I got the drink in me, going back to back Yeah, I'm going back to back I don't wanna hear about this ever again Not even when she tell him that they better as friends Not even when you saying, "Drizzy, tell 'em again!" I been puttin' on a show, it was a sell-out event Oh, you need better seatin' I didn't wanna do it, gave me every reason The point I'm tryin' to make is I don't ever need 'em Seen what you'd do for fame, what would you do for freedom? Please, check 'em for a wire or a earpiece Please, please do not let these niggas near me Please, think before you come for the great one Please, who's a real nigga and who ain't one? Please, somebody stop me I'm talkin' boasy and gwanin wassy I got the fest in five days and it's my shit Soon as a nigga hit the stage, they gon' They gon' ask if I can play this shit back to back Yeah, they want it back to back They gon' ask if I can play this shit back to back I took a break from Views, now it's back to that, nigga (Six)

Wanna Know

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Wanna Know Lyrics - Meek Mill

{"Meek Mill"}

I just wanna know how niggas going to jail Telling on niggas, coming back home and it still being cool I just wanna know how a nigga on Instagram and Twitter with fifty thousand followers Ain't got no money in real life, but still popping, I just wanna know I wanna know, if a nigga ain't really putting it in, but acting like he putting it in Niggas still letting it fly like it's cool, I really wanna know man This shit getting different out here it's getting spooky Now when that shit went down with Chris, you wrote a check In New Orleans wore my chain to get respect (you a fraud) So what that tell me? You a pussy and a fed Say the wrong shit you know the shooters at your neck I just wanna know, if you ain't write that running through the six shit (huh) Tell us who the fuck was Quentin running through the six with? "Running through the six with my woes Counting money, you know how it goes All the real live forever, baby And the fake get exposed" Niggas writing for you 'cause you know you never did shit When I threw that hook out, I was tryin' to catch a big fish We the type of niggas to tie your mother up (Woah) Fuck your sister in the ass and hit your brother up, pussy You really sweet, I call you buttercup You fucking dork you changed the style because you studied us Coming with the same flow Switching up your lingo We just want a refund, this ain't what we paid for Every time that we come, we get what we came for Spitting another niggas shit, but you claim you king though? I just wanna know, I just wanna know How these niggas acting like they trill but really fake And people acting like it go I just wanna know, I just wanna know Was it Quentin Miller? Was it Hush or was it Detail where you really got your flow? (Milli Vanilli that nigga) Money make a fake ass nigga look real again (For real) Money make a sucker that told look trill again (For real) Says a lot about all the people that's feeling him But I'ma show you bitch ass niggas what's real again Heard that other nigga talking we ain't get back yet Let's keep it short, nigga you ain't get your chick back yet And now she rocking with the chaser and now you missed that check You went from Clear Port to boarding pass you miss that jet, hold up "Cat, I got to take them off of here-that's right-I got to take them off of here, there's only one, and that's me, you understand? 'Fore all that fighting, you understand? Sucka thinks he good-sucka thinks he can whoop me, And I know he can't whoop me and I-Hey, boy, the nigga whole style is chump, you understand? When it comes to me, you understand, let me get mines first. Then after I get mine, y'all can do what you wanna do." You know you fucked up right? (Hey!) You shoulda just said nothing Now you're going to have to give me a check to stop All I hear is platinum that platinum this Meanwhile I'm on the carpet with a platinum chick I got a platinum rollie, platinum whip Niggas frauds I told the truth, don't ask me shit All this industry fake enemy and rap shit It's never really my style we got cash to get (Gettin' money) I really started from nothing now it's back to shit Puffy almost caught a domestic when he smacked that bitch Hold up, let that bitch breathe (Woah) "Yeah, this is called poppin' shit. There's no cut on it. There's no cut on it. If your feelings get hurt, you feel like, "Oh, that's an arrogant little comment-" no, this is the truth and the truth hurts. Haven't I paid my dues? Haven't I weathered the storm? Didn't I weather the storm? Niggas is gone and I'm here." You let Tip homie piss on you in a movie theater nigga, we ain't forget Real niggas back in style this shit is lit This that Ja Rule shit and 50 Cent

Angel

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Angel Lyrics - The Weeknd

{"The Weeknd"}

(Ooh, ooh) (Ooh, ooh) Oh, oh, yeah Yeah, hey, yeah Angel, oh-oh-oh-oh Knew you were special from the moment I saw you (Saw you) I saw you, yeah I said, angel, oh-oh-oh-oh I feel you closer every time I call you (Call you) I call you 'Cause all I see are wings Well, I can see your wings But I know what I am and the life I live (Life I live) Yeah, the life I live And even though I sin Maybe we are born to live But I know time will tell if we're meant for this Yeah, if we're meant for this And if we're not I hope you find somebody I hope you find somebody I hope you find somebody I hope you find somebody to love Somebody to love Somebody to love Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah Said, angel, woah-oh-oh-oh You'll probably never take me back and I know this (Know this) Yeah, I know this, aw, baby I said angel, woah-oh-oh-oh I'm so desensitized to feeling these emotions (Emotions) Yeah, no emotions, baby 'Cause all I see are wings Well, I can see your wings But I know what I am and the life I live (Life I live) Yeah, the life I live And even though I sin We are born to live But I know time will tell if we're meant for this Yeah, if we're meant for this And if we're not I hope you find somebody (Ooh) I hope you find somebody (Ooh) I hope you find somebody (Ooh) I hope you find somebody to love Somebody to love Somebody to love Yeah, yeah, yeah And even though we live inside A dangerously empty life You always seem to bring the light You always seem to bring the light And even though we live inside A dangerously empty life You always seem to bring me light You always seem to bring me light I hope you find somebody I hope you find somebody I hope you find somebody I hope you find somebody to love Somebody to love (Somebody to love) Somebody to love Yeah, yeah, oh I hope you find somebody (I hope you find somebody, baby) I hope you find somebody (Ooh, woah, ooh) I hope you find somebody (I hope you find somebody) I hope you find somebody to love (I hope you find somebody to love) Somebody to love (Somebody to love) Somebody to love (Somebody to love) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo) I hope you find somebody (I hope you find, oh) I hope you find somebody (I hope you find, oh) I hope you find somebody (I hope you find somebody, baby) I hope you find somebody to love (Somebody to love) Somebody to love Somebody to love Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah Ooh, somebody, baby I hope you find somebody (If you love somebody) I hope you find somebody (I hope you find somebody) I hope you find somebody (I hope you find somebody, babe) I hope you find somebody to love Somebody to love (Somebody to love) Somebody to love (Somebody to love) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Tell Your Friends

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The Weeknd

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[Produced by Che Pope, Kanye West and The Weeknd; Co-produced by Illangelo; Additional production by Mike Dean] We are not the same, I am too reckless I'm not tryna go in that direction These niggas, they been doin' too much flexin' And they about to call the wrong attention And I don't got no patience, no more testin' I do shit how I want, don't need no blessin' XO niggas ain't nothin' to mess with Nobody stoppin' us, oh, no, we destined And everybody 'round you is so basic I'm never rockin' white, I'm like a racist I don't drink my liquor wit' a chase in That money is the only thing I'm chasin' And some dope dimes on some coke lines Gimme head all night, cum four times Baby girl just wanna smoke a pound Do an ounce, get some dick, tell her friends about it Go tell your friends about it (About it) Go tell your friends about it (About it) Go tell 'em what you know, what you seen How I roll, how I get it on the low Go tell your friends about it (About it) Go tell your friends about it I'm that nigga with the hair Singin' 'bout poppin' pills, fuckin' bitches, livin' life so trill Last year I did all the politickin' This year I'ma focus on the vision (The vision) I think these hoes deserve another fixin' (Fixin') I'm talkin' 'bout the ones from the beginnin' (Oh, oh, oh) Don't believe the rumors, bitch, I'm still a user I'm still rockin' camo and still roll with shooters I'm a villain in my city, I just made another killin' I'ma spend it all on bitches (On bitches) And everybody fuckin', everybody fuckin' Pussy on the house, everybody fuckin' Man, I miss my city, man, it's been a minute (Been a minute) MIA a habit, Cali was the mission Cruise through the west-end in my new Benz (Ooh, woah) I'm just tryna live life through a new lens Drivin' by the streets I used to walk through When I had no crib, I guess you call that shit a miracle Go tell your friends about it (About it) Go tell your friends about it (About it) Go tell 'em what you know, what you seen How I roll, how I get it on the low Go tell your friends about it (About it) Go tell your friends about it I'm that nigga with the hair Singin' 'bout poppin' pills, fuckin' bitches, livin' life so trill Roll some, think I'll roll some To know some, if we both honest Who lasts? Yeah, you lie Spent the whole summer Tryna be at the wrong place at the right time But I know what's mine when I see it I know My cousin said I made it big and it's unusual She tried to take a selfie at my Grandma's funeral Used to roam on Queen, now I sing Queen Street anthems Used to hate attention, now I pull up in that wagon And I was broken, I was broken, I was so broke I used to roam around the town when I was homeless Me and Lamar would rob a nigga for his Jordans And flip it just to get these hoes another nose fix Now we get faded when we want, girl, we got choices Lay them on the fuckin' table, we got choices And if they wanna fuck my niggas, they got choices They told me not to fall in love, that shit is pointless Yeah, that shit is pointless They told me not to fall in love, that shit is pointless Yeah, that shit is pointless They told me not to fall in love, that shit is pointless Go tell your friends about it (About it) Go tell your friends about it (About it) Go tell 'em what you know, what you seen How I roll, how I get it on the low Go tell your friends about it (About it) Go tell your friends about it I'm that nigga with the hair Singin' 'bout poppin' pills, fuckin' bitches, livin' life so trill

Acquainted

rb

The Weeknd

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Baby, you're no good 'Cause they warned me 'bout your type, girl, I've been ducking left and right Baby, you're no good Think I fell for you, I fell for you, I fell for you You got me puttin' time in, time in Nobody got me feelin' this way You probably think I'm lyin', lyin' I'm used to bitches comin' right 'way You got me touchin' on your body You got me touchin' on your body To say that we're in love is dangerous But girl, I'm so glad we're acquainted, oh I'll get you touchin' on your body I'll get you touchin' on your body I know I'd rather be complacent But girl, I'm so glad we're acquainted We're acquainted Baby, you're no good All my niggas think I'm crazy 'cause I'm thinkin' 'bout us lately But really if I could I'd forget about you, 'get about you, 'get about you You got me puttin' time in, time in Nobody got me feelin' this way You probably think I'm lyin', lyin' I'm used to bitches comin' right 'way You got me touchin' on your body You got me touchin' on your body To say that we're in love is dangerous But girl, I'm so glad we're acquainted, oh I got you touchin' on your body I got you touchin' on your body I know I'd rather be complacent But girl, I'm so glad we're acquainted We're acquainted Momma called me cryin', cryin', cryin', cryin' 'Cause I won't find somebody that's real (She wants somebody that's real), yeah 'Cause every time I try to, try to, try to run The fast life keeps gaining on me (The fast life keeps gaining on me), sh-yeah But ever since I met you (Ever since I met you) I couldn't believe what you did So comfort me, babe, ain't no rush from me, babe (Woooooh) I'll keep on touchin' on your body I'll keep on touchin' on your body To say that we're in love is dangerous But girl, I'm so glad we're acquainted, oh I got you touchin' on your body (Touchin' on your body) I got you touchin' on your body (Touchin' on your body) I know I'd rather be complacent But girl, I'm so glad we're acquainted We're acquainted I'm not tryna talk at all 'Cause I'm tryna love you crazy Put some more inside your cup And drink 'til you numb the pain I got you touchin' on your body These girls keep touchin' on they body They got accustomed to the life we live These girls born in the '90s are dangerous I got 'em thinkin' that they want me Although, they know they not the only I got 'em wanting to embrace their sins These girls born in the '90s are dangerous

What Do You Mean?

pop

Justin Bieber

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What do you mean? Oh, oh When you nod your head yes, but you wanna say no What do you mean? Hey, yeah When you don't want me to move, but you tell me to go What do you mean? Oh, what do you mean? Said you're runnin' outta time, what do you mean? Oh, oh, oh, what do you mean? Better make up your mind, what do you mean? You're so indecisive of what I'm sayin' Tryna catch the beat, make up your heart Don't know if you're happy or complainin' Don't want for us to end, where do I start? First you wanna go to the left, then you wanna turn right (Right) Wanna argue all day, makin' love all night (All night) First you're up, then you're down, and then between ('Tween) Oh, I really wanna know What do you mean? Oh, oh When you nod your head yes, but you wanna say no What do you mean? Hey, yeah When you don't want me to move, but you tell me to go What do you mean? Oh, what do you mean? Said you're runnin' outta time, what do you mean? Oh, oh, oh, what do you mean? Better make up your mind What do you mean? You're overprotective when I'm leavin' Tryna compromise, but I can't win You wanna make a point, but you keep preachin' You had me from the start, won't let this end First you wanna go to the left, then you wanna turn right (Turn right) Wanna argue all day, makin' love all night (All night) First you're up, then you're down, and then between ('Tween) Oh, I really wanna know What do you mean? Oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) When you nod your head yes, but you wanna say no What do you mean? (Oh, what do you mean?) Hey, yeah When you don't want me to move, but you tell me to go What do you mean? (I wanna know, ooh) Oh, what do you mean? (Ooh) Said you're runnin' outta time, what do you mean? (Oh, baby) Oh, oh, oh, what do you mean? Better make up your mind What do you mean? (Don't be so selfish, baby, yeah, yeah) Oh, oh When you nod your head yes, but you wanna say no What do you mean? (You're so confusin', baby) Hey, yeah When you don't want me to move (Hey), but you tell me to go What do you mean? (Be more straightforward) Oh, what do you mean? (Hey, ah, ah, ah) Said you're runnin' outta time, what do you mean? (Hey, ah, ah, ah) Oh, oh, oh, what do you mean? Better make up your mind What do you mean?

What They Want

rap

Russ

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Yeah (Ooh) Yeah (Oh) They let us in the rap game (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I swear they let me in this motherfucking rap game (Mmm, yeah, yeah) Got a chick, I call her Lola, she feel like the ocean Like to drink and smoke some doja and I feel like smoking Plus she good at charming cobras, I feel like I'm chosen But she ain't the only one, no Got a chick, I call her Katia, she be acting boujee Then she came through and topped me off, now she just a groupie Got the aura of the Mafia, her friends wish they knew me But they ain't the only ones, no, no What they want, what they want, what they want Dollar signs, yeah, I know it's what they want What they want, what they want, what they want Y'all ain't fooling me at all, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I been at this shit for nine years, now they start to call I'm a DIY pioneer, they trying to get involved Yippee ki-yay, ahh yeah, 'bout to set it off I'm probably the only one, yeah Come correct when you approach me, I can size you up Taking all the shots like Kobe, almost 81 Guess I got to play the goalie and go and save me some I'm probably the only one, yeah What they want, what they want, what they want Dollar signs, yeah, I know it's what they want What they want, what they want, what they want Y'all ain't fooling me at all, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Who wants my money? I'll tell you who I don't fuck with Who's pulling strings? I'm just pointing out all the puppets What I'm demanding is fucking up all the budgets I'm smart as fuck, they be talking like I'm the dumbest But I know what they want from me, dollars, lot of stock in me It ain't nothing personal, it's business and I'm a commodity But honestly, Pop Pop would be turning in his grave The day I let someone else become the boss of me When there's a boss of me, I'll be damned What they want, what they want, what they want Dollar signs, yeah, I know it's what they want What they want, what they want, what they want Y'all ain't fooling me at all Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Daddy Issues

rock

The Neighbourhood

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Take you like a drug I taste you on my tongue You ask me what I'm thinking about I tell you that I'm thinking about Whatever you're thinking about (Ah) Tell me something that I'll forget And you might have to tell me again It's crazy what you'll do for a friend Go ahead and cry, little girl Nobody does it like you do I know how much it matters to you I know that you got daddy issues And if you were my little girl I'd do whatever I could do I'd run away and hide with you I know that you got daddy issues, and I do too I tried to write your name in the rain But the rain never came So I made with the sun The shade Always comes at the worst time (Ah) You ask me what I'm thinking about I tell you that I'm thinking about Whatever you're thinking about Tell me something that I'll forget And you might have to tell me again It's crazy what you'll do for a friend Go ahead and cry, little girl Nobody does it like you do I know how much it matters to you I know that you got daddy issues And if you were my little girl I'd do whatever I could do I'd run away and hide with you I know that you got daddy issues I keep on trying to let you go I'm dying to let you know How I'm getting on I didn't cry when you left at first But now that you're dead it hurts This time I gotta know Where did my daddy go? I'm not entirely here Half of me has disappeared Go ahead and cry, little boy You know that your daddy did too You know what your mama went through You gotta let it out soon, just let it out Go ahead and cry, little girl Nobody does it like you do I know how much it matters to you I know that you got daddy issues And if you were my little girl I'd do whatever I could do I'd run away and hide with you I know that you got daddy issues, and I do too If you were my little girl I'd do whatever I could do I'd run away and hide with you I know that you got daddy issues, and I do too

90210

rap

Travis Scott

{"Kacy Hill"}

(Dean, what's poppin'? Yo, Travis) Mhm, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Mama's bailing down that road, craving 9021... She a porn star girl, ah, from the valley (Honestly, God bless) Who left her hometown world all for that alley Oh, created Lake Tahoe all from her panties (I hope it was wet like my jumper, though) Ooh, used to take the long way home Long way home, all for that candy, mm (Hahaha) Baby's hooked on feeling low Do, do, do Do, doo Jacques turned La Flame, now he rolling on an Addy Fifty on a chain, 'nother fifty on a Caddy, oh He might pop him a pill, pop him a seal, pop anyone Pop anything, pop anything to find that alley Hmm, yeah, to find that alley, mm Baby's hooked on feeling low Do, do, do Do, doo In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley, ooh It's the superstar girl, superstar girl, roaming in that alley Baby's hooked on feeling low Oh, in the 90210, 90210, somewhere in that alley Ooh aah Ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Yeah My granny called, she said, "Travvy, you work too hard I'm worried you forget about me" I'm falling in and out of clouds, don't worry, I'ma get it, Granny, uh What happened? Now my daddy happy Mama called me up, that money coming and she love me I done made it now, I done found life's meaning now All them days her heart'd break, her heart not in pieces now Friends turning into fraud niggas Practicing half the passion, you niggas packaged different All you niggas, you niggas want the swag, you can't have it I'ma sell it, your niggas salary 'bout to cap bitch Youngest nigga out of Houston at the Grammys Smiling at 'em laughing at me I passed the rock to Ye, he pump faked then passed it back, bitch All of this off of rapping, should've wrote this in Latin, yeah, yeah Mmm, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know Cuzzo said we in the store', yeah, we 'bout to drop a four He passed the cigarette, I choke, woo Told my auntie put them 'Ports down, them 'Ports down Now you know you love your own now Hit the stage, they got their hands up, don't put your nose down I ain't knockin', nigga, I knocked the door down, for sure now Whole crew, I swear they counting on me Gold chains, gold rings, I got an island on me Houses on me, he got them ounces on him Holy Father, come save these niggas, I'm styling on 'em Good Lord, I see my good fortune in all these horses I'm driving too fast to stop, so all these signs, I ignore them Just this guy from north of the border, my chips is in order My mom's biggest supporter so now a nigga support a nigga

Downtown

rap

Downtown Lyrics - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

{"Kool Moe Dee","Macklemore & Ryan Lewis","Grandmaster Caz","Grandmaster Melle Mel","Eric Nally"}

I went to the moped store, said "Fuck it" And salesman's like "What up, what's your budget?" And I'm like "Honestly, I don't know nothing about mopeds" He said "I got the one for you, follow me" Ooh, it's too real Chromed out mirror, I don't need a windshield Banana seat, a canopy on two wheels Eight hundred cash, that's a hell of a deal I'm headed... Downtown, cruising through the alley Tip-toeing in the street like ballet Pulled up, moped to the valet White walls on the wheels like mayonnaise Dope, my crew is ill, and all we need is two good wheels Got gas in the tank, cash in the bank And a bad little mama with her ass in my face I'ma lick that, stick that, break her off, Kit-Kat Snuck her in backstage, you don't need a wristband Dope Killing the game, 'bout to catch a body Passed the Harley, Dukie on the Ducati Timbaland, Khaled, Scott Storch, Birdman Goddamn, man, everybody got Bugattis But I'ma keep it hella 1987 Head into the dealership and drop a stack and cop a Kawasaki I'm stunting on everybody, hella raw, pass the Wasabi I'm so low that my scrotum's almost dragging up on the concrete My seat is leather, alright, I'm lying, it's pleather But girl, we could still ride together, oh You don't need an Uber, you don't need a cab Fuck a bus pass, you got a moped, man She got 1988 Mariah Carey hair Very rare, mom jeans on her derriere Throwing up the West Side as we tear in the air Stop by Pike Place, throwing fish to a player Downtown, downtown (Downtown) Downtown, downtown (Downtown) She has her arms around your waist With a balance that will keep her safe (Downtown) Have you ever felt the warm embrace (Downtown) Of a leather seat between your legs Hey, hey-oh-ey-ey Hey, hey-oh-ey-ey Hey, hey-oh-ey-ey Hey, hey-oh-ey-ey Downtown You don't want no beef, boy Know I run the streets, boy Better follow me towards Downtown What you see is what you get, girl Don't ever forget, girl Ain't seen nothing yet until you're Downtown Dope Cut the bullshit, get off my mullet Stone washed, so raw, moped like a bullet, oh, yee-ow You can't catch me, a po-po can't reprimand me I'm in a B-Boy stance, I'm not dancing I got your girl on the back going tandem Cause I'm too damn quick, I'm too damn slick Whole downtown yelling out "Who that is?" It's me, the M, the A-C, the K Sounding like a French pimp from back in the day I take her to Pend Oreille and I water skate I mean, water ski, ollie, ollie, oxen free I'm perusing down Fourth and they watching me I do a headstand, the eagle lands on my seat Well hello, but baby, the kickstand ain't free Now do you or do you not wanna ride with me? I got one girl, I got two wheels She a big girl, but ain't a big deal I like a big girl, I like 'em sassy Going down the backstreet listening to Blackstreet Running around the whole town Neighbors yelling at me like, "You need to slow down" "Going thirty-eight, Dan, chill the fuck out Mow your damn lawn and sit the hell down" If I only had one helmet, I would give it to you, give it to you Cruising down Broadway, girl, what a wonderful view, wonderful view There's layers to this shit, player, tiramisu, tiramisu Let my coat-tail drag but I ain't tearing my suit, tearing my suit Downtown, downtown (Downtown) Downtown, downtown She has her arms around your waist With a balance that will keep her safe Have you ever felt the warm embrace Of a leather seat between your legs Downtown You don't want no beef, boy Know I run the streets, boy Better follow me towards Downtown What you see is what you get, girl Don't ever forget, girl Ain't seen nothing yet until you're Downtown You don't want no beef, boy Know I run the streets, boy Better follow me towards Downtown What you see is what you get, girl Don't ever forget, girl Ain't seen nothing yet until you're Downtown