Jean Grae – Keep Living Lyrics

[Intro: Jean Grae]
Yeah. This the one they told me not to put out. But you got to give the people what they want. So brothers, sisters, I’ve been holding this one back. This one for y’all. Let’s go

[Verse 1: Jean Grae]
I’m feeling numb, thinking of changing my name to Crystal Meth
I’m playing this game, holding my mic like a pistol, aiming at death
And I love nobody. Alone in this world—that’s how I came in it
But shit could flash and reverse the same in a minute
I don’t even love life no more—my niggas, I just live it
And I don’t love love. All the hurting is infinite
I cry myself to sleep sometimes, wept a gallon of tears
From malice, divorced mates to lost peers
Drowned it in a haze of smoke and glasses that never ran empty
Bottles of So-Co, cheap vodka and 20/20
Spending my pennies for thoughts on quarts of Henny
Fame? Got none. Pain? Like the movie, have plenty
Like a shotgun, double-barrel fully loaded, ready to blow
I want to turn around and aim at myself
Been failing my health. I hardly even eat no more
My lunch is munchies from the corner store, tropical fantasy
Me and my family, me and my niggas used to be tight
But now we see each other on the block with no pounds
And keep it moving. Gotta move on
I know I’m doing it right. I’m still living, hustling life
Still, shit
Hook: Jean Grae]
For all my niggas, smoke a pack a day
For all my niggas, hold a bottle, drink the pain away
What type of life is this?
For all my niggas getting the cash and all my niggas who chill on the ave
Let’s keep living
For all my niggas, drink the pain away
For all my niggas, smoke a pack of Newports a day
What type of life is this?
For all my niggas getting the cash and all my niggas who chill on the ave
Let’s keep living. Let’s keep living

[Verse 2: Jean Grae]
Grew up a child of an alcoholic, sister to schizophrenic
And already inherited one and they both are genetic
When sun falls, I gets no sleep. Nights is filled
With party and bullshit, Bacardi and full clips
Just to deal with it. Got a full heart, but I don’t feel
With it no more. I have fury of woman who scorned
Just live my life like the X-Files and trust nobody
Forgetting everyone. Now I’m just for getting the money
Funny how shit can change and switch up, fragile to rip on you
Spent too much of my young life just trying to stitch shit up
Uh. I’m living day-by-day now. Every step is play-by-play
Hand to mouth. I’m just trying to make the moments count
Eyes read, stressing my soul. Chest grows
From heavy smoking addict since nine. A nicotine addict
Devoted at it but, still, I need some type of release
I quit the trees at least
Yo, I’m learning, niggas, but I’m slow at it
Always gave my motherfuckers the benefit of the doubt
But it seems that everybody’s just out for self
I used to love her. Now I gotta make her work for my wealth
I gotta eat, y’all

[Hook: Jean Grae]
For all my niggas, smoke a pack a day
For all my niggas, hold a bottle, drink the pain away
What type of life is this?
For all my niggas getting the cash and all my niggas who chill on the ave
Let’s keep living
For all my niggas, drink the pain away
For all my niggas, smoke a pack of Newports a day
What type of life is this?
For all my niggas getting the cash and all my niggas who chill on the ave
Let’s keep living. Let’s keep living

[Verse 3: Jean Grae]
It’s from rapping to nicotine, niggas clapping and niggas’ll fiend
From some shit I haven’t seen to everything I’ve been through
It’s like losing the love of your life twice in the same night
Being deaf for years, gained your hearing and losing your sight
Trying to shine but I’m just getting eclipsed
I’m just trying to find the perfect words to fall from my lips
Thinking too hard about what shit has fallen—mainly the chips
Hoping the next time it’s storming, that I’m not attempting to slit wrists
Got nothing now. I’ll work my way up from the bottom
To the top of the ladder, claim what’s rightfully mine
I’m working against time. It’s been too long
And I haven’t even had a chance to leave y’all yet. I apologize
Getting older, wiser, seen the picture painted
My destiny fated for this and not for easy times
I put my heart in these rhymes for always
Love it or leave it or ready to die
Yeah, I’m ready. Come on

Common – Pyramids Lyrics

[Verse 1: Common]
A nigga told me he only rhyme for 19-year-olds
Nigga, you should rhyme wherever the spirit goes
Here it goes, lyrical miracles
These are pyramids from the imperial
In theory, though, low end scenario
It’s sound boy burial drove me to classic material
Aerial nights blew my mind out of stereotypes
For ethereal heights, I write like Pritchard
Invisible man, pictured below with the heiroglyphicable
Prolifical flow, on the walls where the mystics [?]
Supreme wisdom in my system is the kick in the door
I don’t rhyme for the sake of riddlin’ though
This is a ritual for those depicted as low
Now I passed life like I’ve been here before
The reincarnation of It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold
Us Back, coldest raps
For me the globe is like a culdesac
Around the world in a day, find forever and I stay
I’m from the weather where they spray
There’s gotta be a better way, people dying everyday
Wonder what would heaven say? Devils need to get away
From Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the everglades
I kneel where the rebels pray
Seen fifty gray, but they need better shades
Niggas rhymin’ like their whole style in retrograde
The escapade I’m on is like when the sun, moon and stars was born
It’s hard to explain how these pyramids formed

[Hook: Ol’ Dirty Bastard (sample)]
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MCs I’ll be burning, burning hot
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MCs I’ll be burning, burning hot
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MCs I’ll burn, I’ll burn, and I will burn, burn, burn
[Verse 2: Common]
I arrived on the planet, never took the Southside for granted
Smoke a little, keep a high standard
The Roots are my niggas so I gotta fly bandwith
Son of the sit-ins, you know who I stand with
Dude said I was a hero, I ain’t nothing but a sandwhich
A gluten-free one at that, close my eyes see my raps
My bio is feedback from what we need rap
On some Marshawn Lynch, let me run it back
And come with that new black spiritual
Every rap’s a miracle, condition now critical
Game lack lyrical, we need black generals
Holy war, tap into you like Savion
But I’m a orator, the cuordoroy boy
Came the door-to-door name down the corridor of fame
I walk like an Egyptian on a mission to listen to conditions
Envision a vision of what we wishing
I’ve been commissioned to deprison the prism of your mind
Spit the wisdom of the one devine
Close encounter of the wonder kind, front a line
Shift the paradigm with a pair of rhymes
Style Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep with Caroline
Getting dressed up under pressure, Alabama shakes on Incense rising from the dresser, child of a fresher god
Influenced by the life of the former, Joanne Tesse Martin
Assata Shakur, I gotta do more
The light-skinned spook who got in the door
I gotta hit four, same thing Cassius Clay uses pottery for
I’m on a world tour with Muhammad the prophet, my man
And where we land the pyramids stand

[Hook: Ol’ Dirty Bastard (sample)]
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MCs I’ll be burning, burning hot
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MCs I’ll be burning, burning hot
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MCs I’ll burn, I’ll burn, and I will burn, burn, burn

Soulja Boy – Draco Lyrics

[Verse 1 : Soulja Boy]
Me and Dex, fucking ran up a check
Goddamn molly bro can’t nigga
Stand an other nigga neck
Fuck on your bitch
She give me naked
I grabbing on a draco
I grabbing on a TEC
Shot a pussy nigga
All in his neck
Nigga making a rain
You know they she wet
Smoke on [?] i’m high in the space
Calling my lawyer he being in the case
150 bricks in the Goyard
I just whooped’ in Givenchy
[?]
Hit a private with me and Kylie Jenner
Draco is still in clip in this sprained?
75 000 that was I win
Draco , Draco
Don’t let me spray
With the draco
Shoot these [?]
And I say so
Calling lil soda
I’m balling Diego

[Hook]
Draco (x23)
[Verse 2 : Famous Dex]
I love , I live with the Draco
Much I do I say so
I had to stay when I lay low
Can fuck a bitch
When a [?] a fako?
Swear to god
Boom with that Draco
You ran up a bitch
When you got my Draco
Ballin’ run around
Then I pay so
Yeah I’m so clean , yeah
Can fuck a bitch
She just cream
Ballin’ so hard in a ring
They look up my rings , yeah
Looking the diamonds , yeah
All I’m shining , yeah
[?] in a door
You so ride at the park
I shoot at the park , yeah
Young nigga stole
So you a full of a scurf
[?] that dark
Mulla can count young nigga bark
(Wait)
Draco , Draco
Ballin’ don’t let me call uno
You know , You know
He shoot you ass down
With the Draco , Yeah !

[Soulja Boy]
Draco , Draco
Don’t let me spray
With the draco
Shoot these [?]
And i say so
Calling lil soda
I’m balling Diego

[Hook]
Draco (x23)

Meek Mill – Litty Lyrics

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Woo!
I’m on my way to an island
And I’m popping shit at the pilot (fly shit only)
Niggas be broke and be shopping
But still talking shit like they violent (niggas is broke)
They said that they honest, talk money
These niggas gonna say that they got it
Get it now boy, the key to success
And these niggas gon’ blame it on Khaled
They don’t want to see you win (they don’t)
They don’t want to see the Wraith (no)
You don’t want to see your bitch caught up in the stars
Like she’s outer space
Mansion at the condo, condo at the mansion and I’m running out of space
K.O. on me, keep ’em coming out his mouth, I’m sending somethin’ round his way
Niggas barely getting lawyer money
Better get some Sig Sauer money
Running around like you’re Superman
Don’t be selfish, get your mom insurance money(hah!)
Cause I’m the one to put it on your money
I’m the one that make it happen it to you
Niggas with you fuck around and do it for me

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it’s litty again
Fly out the piff and the tropic, it’s litty again
All of my parties is poppin’, you know that we litty again
Pourin’ the fours on Collins, you know that we litty again
They don’t want to see the squad
They don’t want to see the Wraith
They don’t want to see your bitch up in the stars like she going outer space
Litty again, litty again
I got it we litty again
Litty again, litty again
I got it, we did it, we litty again
[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Feature money out the safe
Went and brought a Wraith
Brought it down Collins
Niggas talking like they want it, when we in the city they don’t want problems
Niggas said they gon’ rob us
But nigga we coming for welfare
A shooter money when I pull it out of you
Catch a bullet like a NFL player
Should’ve known it was litty
When bitches start lying on my dick
Lie on that pussy like I hit
Can’t even be a side, side bitch
I’m hittin’ 9, 10’s and you ain’t even looking like you a 5
Roll bitches trying to do it for Twitter
When they used to do it for Vine
I’m the man of the hour, I’m the nigga with the airtime
Rolls Royce Wraith
Put your bitch up in the stars like she in the airline
Niggas be talking ’bout my hair line
I laugh about it, I be feelin’ them
See, we both be making M’s
They be making memes, I be making millions
I just counted up a Quentin Miller
A Q.M, that’s a quarter milli
They don’t wanna see Jae drop “6 Fly”
Private when he go to Philly
Funny money, yeah I know it’s silly
But your hoe feel me when I pull up and I got a pour a whole four on it
I promise she gon’ know it’s litty, motherfucker, yeah

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it’s litty again
Fly out the piff and tropic, it’s litty again
All of my parties is poppin’, you know that we litty again
Pourin’ the fours on Collins, you know that we litty again
They don’t want to see the squad
They don’t want to see the Wraith
They don’t want to see your bitch up in the stars like she going outer space
Litty again, litty again
I got it we litty again
Litty again, litty again
I got it, we did it, we litty again

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
All my niggas is way up
These niggas are haters, I know that they’re haters (fuckers)
I score your bitch like a lay up
I make a mil’ like a layup
I pop a pill just to stay up
I sip the lean just to slow it up
I’m with my team and we going up
All these foreigns, they know it’s us
Whip it whip it whip it whip it like the coco when we mix the soda up
Perfect timing and we’re blowing up
Fuck it, I’m gonna light the Rollie up
Shawty fucking for Chanel
I ain’t tripping, that’s a coconut
Push the ride to the motor bus
Stack the paper fill the sofa up
Lie on that paper, I am not slacking, I stay on that paper
I feel like it’s a restraining order on that money cause y’all stay away from that paper
I know some niggas that used to be balling but know they all feeling a way ’bout this paper
I be spending hundred, hundred, hundred, after hundred
They thought I was making this paper
Fuckin’ it good, I be raping this paper
Shit I might as well get married to money
I marry Nicki, still married to money
She rich as Mariah, I carry the money
And fuck a deposit, I bury the money
(Bury the mills), I bury the money
It hang out my pocket embarrasing money
I act like I ain’t used to having this money

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it’s litty again
Fly out the piff and the tropic, it’s litty again
All of my parties is poppin’, you know that we litty again
Pourin’ the fours on Collins, you know that we litty again
They don’t want to see the squad
They don’t want to see the Wraith
They don’t want to see their bitch up in the stars like she going outer space
Litty again, litty again
I got it, we litty again
Litty again, litty again
I got it, we did it, we litty again

MEEK MILL – Froze lyrics

I’m a rockstar, smash my guitar
Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
Meek and I don’t dress the same, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y’all

I get it now, these niggas mad that she chose the kid
I’m ballin’ and I Derrick Rose this shit
I roll around town in a Rolls and shit
I got the bag and we move in that snow like it’s Christmas and Santa got hoes and shit
Hundred K large on my Audemar
When we run down we hit one of y’all
I’mma post up at the corner store
Trappin’ all night but I shine like I’m Armor All
I am so hot I might break the thermometer
Coppers they watch us and follow us
Flip through that paper no calendar
All of these jewels like I celebrate Hanukkah
I got a different kind of money
I’m on a different kind of grind
I’m with some different type of niggas
We on a different type of time
Go get the money fuck them bitches
Bitches be gettin’ out of line
I turned that one into a two
I turned that point into a nine
Hey, hey, hey, hey, aye

You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is

Skrrr, driving around in a Bentley, ya
Following Meek and lil’ Nicki, ya
It is just me and lil’ Brittney, ya
Diamonds so wet you could slip
Look at the bitch, take a picture
She is just so photogenic, ya
She ride my dick like a dirt bike
You know she gon’ pop a wheelie
Count my money to a milli, ya
Drive a Porsche all up in Philly
Holding that gun with no Uzi
Diamonds in Rollie get cooly

I’m a rockstar smash my guitar
Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
Meek and I don’t dress the same, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y’all

(Nicki Minaj)
I get it now dudes is mad at these 80 M’s
Twenty twelve I was balling like Tom Brady then
Movie, I’m living through these Scorsese lens
Get at me, and deep-throat a three-eighty gun
Pussy wet, Swiffer jet, come through on that bigger jet
We land in them new ports, no babe not cigarettes
Clear ports, air force, sweats on with a big diamond
Make niggas stare at my hand even though I am not mimin’
Different type of money, you on a different type of broke
Any of you bitches say Nicki, you on a different type of coke
I just be sittin’ in the mansion, takin’ a dip inside the pool
We don’t go out without assassins
We on some different type of rules
I’m a rockstar, scratch my guitar
Diamonds on my ring and on my arms
Meek and I still live together, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pussy ring, watch me flex on y’all

You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is
You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist

You know how froze that is…

TOVE LO – Don’t Talk About It lyrics

Golden tables, broken mirrors
Naked girls around
Young and scared
Our love affairs’ll keep your conscience down
The world is beautiful, believe it with another line
Keep it up, if you’re lucky enough
You know you’re winnin’ at life

Piles of paper gonna make ’em roll around in it
Watch you trippin’ from my lips
And wash your sins with it
Know it’s hazy, but amazing
Yeah, you like that shit
Keep it up, if you’re lucky enough
You know you’re winnin’ at life

Safe with me
Move so free
Silently

Don’t talk about it
Sweep it under the rug like we do, do
Don’t talk about it
If you’re sitting with us, then you’re in too
We don’t talk about it
Your medallion’s blindin’ your mind too
Know you’re loving the highs
You get in-between the lines of a life you don’t need

Don’t talk about it
Sweep it under the rug like we do, do
Don’t talk about it
If you’re sitting with us, then you’re in too
We don’t talk about it
Your medallion’s blindin’ your mind too
Know you’re loving the highs
You get in-between the lines of a life you don’t need

Pretty faces, put in place
To match the scenery
Takin’ pics is like a fix for your anxiety
The world is beautiful, so why don’t you feel anything?
Keep it up, when you gettin’ that rush
You know you cash your way out

Safe with me
Move so free
Silently

Don’t talk about it
Sweep it under the rug like we do, do
Don’t talk about it
If you’re sitting with us, then you’re in too
We don’t talk about it
Your medallion’s blindin’ your mind too
Know you’re loving the highs
You get in-between the lines of a life you don’t need

Don’t talk about it
Sweep it under the rug like we do, do
Don’t talk about it
If you’re sitting with us, then you’re in too
We don’t talk about it
Your medallion’s blindin’ your mind too
Know you’re loving the highs
You get in-between the lines of a life you don’t need

(Pushing, pulling)
(Pushing, pulling ’til we die)
(Pushing, pulling)
(Pushing, pulling ’til we die)
We can take off the pages
(Pushing, pulling)
We can take off the pages all night
(Pushing, pulling ’til we die)
We can take off the pages
(Pushing, pulling)
We can take off the pages all night
(Pushing, pulling ’til we die)
You better keep a straight face ‘fore the camera flashes
Boy, you’re fucked

Don’t talk about it
Sweep it under the rug like we do, do
Don’t talk about it
If you’re sitting with us, then you’re in too
We don’t talk about it
Your medallion’s blindin’ your mind too
Know you’re loving the highs
You get in-between the lines of a life you don’t need

Don’t talk about it
Sweep it under the rug like we do, do
Don’t talk about it
If you’re sitting with us, then you’re in too
We don’t talk about it
Your medallion’s blindin’ your mind too
Know you’re loving the highs
You get in-between the lines of a life you don’t need

TOVE LO – WTF Is Love lyrics

I got fire, ice, glitter in my tear lines
And I’m coming down ready for some new sounds
And I’m holding up all that I can think of
But, where are you?
Where are you?

Oh, lonely babe, stranded on the dance floor
Look for me, I know that I’m a handful
But you get me, know what you signed up for
Live up to the best and the worst of your dreams

Oh, oh, only ’cause of all the love cliches
I wouldn’t have it any other way
Shake your head, you don’t believe this
Then what the fuck do you think love is?
Only ’cause of all the love cliches
I wouldn’t have it any other way
Shake your head, you don’t believe this
Then what the fuck do you think love is?

I can feel the lights tingling from the sunrise
And I see the signs clinging to our last nights
Thinking you and I, we are all the same kind
So where are you
Where are you?

Oh, lonely babe, stranded on the dance floor
Look for me, I know that I’m a handful
But you get me, know what you signed up for
Live up to the best and the worst of your dreams

Oh, oh, only ’cause of all the love cliches
I wouldn’t have it any other way
Shake your head, you don’t believe this
Then what the fuck do you think love is?
Only ’cause of all the love cliches
I wouldn’t have it any other way
Shake your head, you don’t believe this
Then what the fuck do you think love is?

Cling my hand like this and fold it, oh
All you need, yeah, I’ll be holding
(What the fuck do you think love is?)
Cling my hand like this and fold it, oh
All you need, yeah, I’ll be holding
(What the fuck do you think love is?)

Where are you? (Oh)
Lonely babe
(Can’t focus)
Look for me
(I lost you)
You get me
(What you wanted)
Live up to the best
Live up to the best and the worst of your dreams, ahh

Oh, oh, only ’cause of all the love cliches
I wouldn’t have it any other way
Shake your head, you don’t believe this
Then what the fuck do you think love is?
Only ’cause of all the love cliches
I wouldn’t have it any other way
Shake your head, you don’t believe this
Then what the fuck do you think love is?

Cling my hand like this and fold it, oh
All you need, yeah, I’ll be holding
(What the fuck do you think love is?)
Cling my hand like this and fold it, oh
All you need, yeah, I’ll be holding
(What the fuck do you think love is?)

Ah, fuck!
Ugh, I need another

JANE ZHANG – Dust My Shoulders Off lyrics

Just had a bad day
Had car trouble on the highway
My stupid boss don’t like me
Spilled hot coffee on my blue jeans
I’m low on money and ain’t shit funny
But it’s still sunny outside
So I keep smiling, I won’t start wilin’

(I just keep living my life)

Can’t keep me down, me down
(It’s only temporary)
Can’t make me frown, me frown
(So I ain’t even worried)
Cause the world keeps spinnin’
Life goes on and on
I won’t cry for long
(Won’t cry for long long long)
Cause I’ll still be winnin’
When things are going wrong
I turn on my favorite song
And dust my shoulders
(I dust my shoulders off) x3
I don’t worry ’bout nothing, just dust it off
(I dust my shoulders off) x3
I don’t worry ’bout nothing, just dust it off

You can’t find your girlfriend
Your boyfriend left you
But the party’s still going on
Everybody here is saying “Dust your shoulders off”
See him kissing in the kitchen by the bathroom
But you don’t let it phase you
Go and hit the bar up, go and key his car up
And tell him that it’s karma

Can’t keep me down, me down
(It’s only temporary)
Can’t make me frown, me frown
(So I ain’t even worried)

Cause the world keeps spinnin’
Life goes on and on
I won’t cry for long
(Won’t cry for long long long)
Cause I’ll still be winnin’
When things are going wrong
I turn on my favorite song
And dust my shoulders
(I dust my shoulders off) x3
I don’t worry ’bout nothing, just dust it off
(I dust my shoulders off) x3
I don’t worry ’bout nothing, just dust it off

I ain’t tripping off of drama
All about my numbers
Tell him get up out my face
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me
Save it for another day
I ain’t tripping off of drama
All about my numbers
Tell him get up out my face
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me
Save it for another day

No big deal
Win some and lose some
And life gets real
Won’t last forever

Cause the world keeps spinnin’
Life goes on and on
I won’t cry for long
(Won’t cry for long long long)
Cause I’ll still be winnin’
When things are going wrong
I turn on my favorite song
And dust my shoulders

(I dust my shoulders off…)
(I dust my shoulders off…)
(I dust my shoulders off…)

I don’t worry ’bout nothing, just dust it off

(I dust my shoulders off…)
(I dust my shoulders off…)
(I dust my shoulders off…)

I don’t worry ’bout nothing, just dust it off

Conrad Sewell – Taste the Feeling ft. Avicii

(The 2016 Coca-Cola Global campaign anthem)

Feels good, in my heart, in my soul,
When you’re right here beside me
I don’t ever want this day to end
We can watch the wave, have a Coke
And you sit here beside me
Take a little long my heart of me
So we can feel whatever you feel
Together we built, together at

No one can stop me when I taste the feeling
Nothing could ever bring me down
No one can stop me when I taste the feeling
Nothing could ever bring me down

Feels good as we stand on the shore
But our hearts are still jumping
Grab another Coke and let’s dive in
Yeah, my love, there’s a song in my soul
When you are around me
You make it easier to sing it
So we can feel whatever you feel
Together we built, together at

No one can stop me when I taste the feeling
Nothing could ever bring me down
No one can stop me when I taste the feeling
Nothing could ever bring me down

Feel everything and sensed it
We see the stars aligned
You make the simple moments last for a lifetime
So, we can feel forever
You and me, together
Stay free forever
And be real together.

(x2)
No one can stop me when I taste the feeling
Nothing could ever bring me down
No one can stop me when I taste the feeling
Nothing could ever bring me down

TLC – All I Want For Christmas

Tis the season to be givin’
And I’ve got somethin’ just for you
Let’s take a trip to my cabin
We can celebrate
A funky Christmas made for two (oh)
That’s all I want

[Hook]
All I want for Christmas
Is to be loved by someone like you
Outside the snow is falling
My heart is calling
To spend my Christmas time alone with you
Now throw a log on the fire
Then we could trim the tree
How much fun it would be
To take a walk in the snow
As you’re holdin’ me close
That would be your Christmas gift to me
[Hook]

Maybe it ain’t got nuttin’ to do with my two front teeth
Not unless of course you’re lookin’ for some chewed up beef
See I love ya cuz I’m in love, And in love cuz I love ya
These words and sentences is for the heads between and above ya
Can you imagine me alone, A dial tone
A two flips cone, The echo of a moan
A single bow, a measly dug it, a pea in the bucket
Flat out for Christmas all I wanna do is (yow)
Maybe if my baby didn’t treat me like a lady
Diss the host for my toast, kiss the spot that’s mostly shady
Twist the left all around, flips these lips upside down
Then you’ll never have to ask me why I’m crazy
So hear me in or hear me out
Give me deaf or give me doubt, or tell me what it’s all about
And if you figure out my flow, be it fast or be it slow
Me and my baby will be chillin’ with the mistletoe

Chris Brown – Dont Fuck With Us

Look, I ain’t really with the talkin’, bitch I’m really ’bout that action
I’m runnin’ up a ticket and fuckin’ bitches in traffic
Got a hundred million dollars, I could give a fuck about a hater
Oh, they be with the snitchin’ and bitchin’, they like investigatin’
Ain’t tryna run down with that 4, let your homie know
All my niggas strapped like GI Joe, man you niggas toast
All you niggas pussy, lyin’, claimin’ you a real nigga
When we pull up and press your line, then we see who the real bitch is

And I’m just tryna pay no mind, won’t waste my time
Won’t give it all to a fuck nigga
Don’t wanna show ’em the thriller, nigga don’t make me a killer
You all pitchin’, we all hitters, don’t fuck with us

I got too many felonies, my PO keep tellin’ me
To piss in a cup, don’t give a fuck, I’m ’bout to smoke my weed
Plottin’ in the club, man I wish a nigga plot on me
Thinkin’ you gon’ ball, I’mma slide, you gon’ rest in peace
I got a couple fans in my hand right now
Me and all my homies, know these bitches only fuck with Gs
Now I can see why you hatin’ me
All these bitches in the back of VIP, made that pussy leak
I can’t give that hoe a place to sleep, but that pussy free
Fuckin’ with my woods, throwin’ Ps, in London, gettin’ P
I’m just throwin’ on that Project Pat, [?]
Shoutout my nigga Juicy J, know I keep that drink on me
All the baddest bitches know

]
Won’t waste my time
Won’t give it all to a fuck nigga
Don’t wanna show ’em the thriller, nigga don’t make me a killer
You all pitchin’, we all hitters, don’t fuck with us

A nigga a savage
Any car that you thought ’bout buyin’, I had it
My bitches the baddest
Any hoe that you thought about fuckin’, I smashed it
You spendin’ paper and plastic
Always tryna come up on a plug
Run a check up like I run her up
Bitches love fuckin’ with a thug
OHB, only hot bitches
Out here ballin’, too much confidence
100 B, ain’t no stoppin’ this
Out here brackin’, you need binoculars
See my team, diamonds immaculate
Sing sing, send ’em packages
Bang bang, in the line of fire
Then them niggas come after ya

And I’m just tryna pay no mind, won’t waste my time
Won’t give it all to a fuck nigga
Don’t wanna show ’em the thriller, nigga don’t make me a killer
You all pitchin’, we all hitters, don’t fuck with us

Chris Brown – Everybody

[Intro: Chris Brown]
I know I said I ain’t gon’ trip
I can’t even lie, you got me fucked up, shit

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
I ain’t tryna be rude or stingy
But I ain’t tryna share you with another man
You know you got the upper hand
You know you do that shit that I like
I know you teasin’ and it’s not right
I can’t control it when you throw it back
And look me in my eyes, yeah
It’s gon’ be a long night cause
See these niggas tryna get you to they table
And hit you up later like “Come over, baby”
But that pussy mine, girl
Know you play a lot of games, but you know I wrote the play book
Keep your horses in the stables
Never written all the shit I got paid for
Baby, you better not do it, wish a nigga would
Throwin’ this paper
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Please don’t dance with everybody
Cause I want all your lovin’ to myself
Don’t give it to everybody
No baby, please, only me
It ain’t for everybody
I’mma go to work when you shake that thing
Do it in front of everybody
Right here, right now, in front of everybody
Oh yeah, everybody
Right here, in front of everybody
Oh, everybody
Right now, in front of everybody

[Verse 2: Young Lo]
Know I ain’t the first but I’m tryna be the last though
Might sound selfish, you can blame it on the cash flow
Check up at the crib, bed appeal, it’s the bad hoes
Mr. Blow A Bag, why they mad? Cause I skrrt up in the Lambo
Rock the latest fashion so they glancin’ when I pass through ’em
You don’t fuck with everybody, you ain’t gotta lie for ’em
Head to the gang, save that for the lames
I’m a G like Came, ball like James
So why you actin’ like that?
Cause you’re way too fly to be wastin’ your time
Why you actin’ like that?
Tell me why you wanna be the life of the party

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Please don’t dance with everybody
Cause I want all your lovin’ to myself
Don’t give it to everybody
No baby, please, only me
It ain’t for everybody
I’mma go to work when you shake that thing
Do it in front of everybody
Right here, right now, in front of everybody
Oh yeah, everybody
Right here, in front of everybody
Oh, everybody
Right now, in front of everybody

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Do it right now, right in front of everybody
Get that ass down, right in front of everybody
I’mma turn you out, all in front of everybody
Tear that ass up, even if I care about it
Girl, you better than everybody
Don’t you let ’em take that pussy from me, he don’t care about you
But don’t you worry ’bout a damn thing, I got you
I don’t care if they see, everybody watchin’

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Please don’t dance with everybody
Cause I want all your lovin’ to myself
Don’t give it to everybody
No baby, please, only me
It ain’t for everybody
I’mma go to work when you shake that thing
Do it in front of everybody
Right here, right now, in front of everybody
Oh yeah, everybody
Right here, in front of everybody
Oh, everybody
Right now, in front of everybody

Chris Brown – Kriss Kross

VVS protect all in my wrist watch
Got it jump, jumpin’ like I’m Kriss Kross
She gon’ bring her girls, let ’em Kriss Kross
Drippin’ water, I forgot to turn my wrist off
All that goyard, let ’em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let ’em Kriss Kross
She gon’ bring her girls, let ’em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let ’em Kriss Kross

Hoe I’m flossin’, tell your bitch get off
Hit it once and had her feelin’ nauseous
She pop that pussy, put that pressure on her
I got a lot of freaks that live in Arizona
Now I’m seein’ things, sippin’ on gasoline
Poppin’ the Xan, I got the soda and the promethazine
Five in the mornin’, keep me up like soldiers
She say she wanted a OG, like hold up baby, there’s more of us, you know I’m a nasty nigga

VVS protect all in my wrist watch
Got it jump, jumpin’ like I’m Kriss Kross
She gon’ bring her girls, let ’em Kriss Kross
Drippin’ water, I forgot to turn my wrist off
All that goyard, let ’em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let ’em Kriss Kross
She gon’ bring her girls, let ’em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let ’em Kriss Kross

Reachin’ for my .40 yeah, I’mma catch a charge
Don’t make my chopper bark, I’m a fuckin’ dog
We could take it to the yard or firearms
All my niggas, we go dumb, bomb it like Sudan
Get it straight, now I can’t relate
Most you niggas fake, tryna infiltrate
Got gold golds at the gate
Grab ’em up quick, toss ’em in the lake
Got that goyard on my bezzels
Goyard on my wrizzle
Your bitch, she can’t resist
Assist me for some interest

VVS protect all in my wrist watch
Got it jump, jumpin’ like I’m Kriss Kross
She gon’ bring her girls, let ’em Kriss Kross
Drippin’ water, I forgot to turn my wrist off
All that goyard, let ’em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let ’em Kriss Kross
She gon’ bring her girls, let ’em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let ’em Kriss Kross

Get killed if they crossin’ me
They sprayin’ so much, swear that they losin’ me
We drippin’ in saucey
Don’t fuck with you niggas that be on that broke shit
Rap niggas, I expose ’em
Strapped up like a soldier
Phone calls, yeah a big homie
Gettin’ packed, I was on another
I’m chuckin’ in Phantom
I’m doin’ 100, the same for the ransom
Hear they good with them cameras
We be takin’ that shit, everyone put your hands up
OHB, that’s the mob, nigga
Black out, do the job, nigga
Out of town with a passport
On Sunset, you get robbed nigga, I mean that

VVS protect all in my wrist watch
Got it jump, jumpin’ like I’m Kriss Kross
She gon’ bring her girls, let ’em Kriss Kross
Drippin’ water, I forgot to turn my wrist off
All that goyard, let ’em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let ’em Kriss Kross
She gon’ bring her girls, let ’em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let ’em Kriss Kross

Chris Brown – Cherry Red

Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it’s all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
‘Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van

This one for my niggas in the slam, cherry red
Pontiac, 5 bird, Trans-Am
My auntie got the collard greens cookin’ in the pan
And it feel like Thanksgiving when we feastin’ with the fam
I buy my bottom bitch burgundy Porsche Cayenne
Paid my taxes to the church and said, “Fuck Uncle Sam”
I keep a mill in the oven like some honey baked ham
I went from black tuxedo with some cherry red Vans

Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it’s all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
‘Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red van
Cherry red, cherry red van

All of you niggas some fake hoes
I dare any nigga to try some
Niggas upset, but won’t take a hit
It’s eastside nigga, 500
Pirut, single that nigga from Avenue
Ray J, I fuck with this centre views
Give you one problem, we make the news
Soo-woo to my down boos
Pistol hang where my nuts at
Rain of fire, that’s a blood bath
You already know where my cup at
Actavis, you can’t touch that
If you got a problem, then pull up
We gon’ handle this shit now
Only reason you hang with the shooters
Cause you not the man in the house

Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it’s all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
‘Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red vans

Lace up my red Vans, duckin’ the feds
Helicopters on my head
Movin’ the work on my momma house
Had to get the cheese, bitch a mighty mouse
Pull up in that cherry red chain
Breakin’ the bread down with all my niggas
This is how we hang
Earned my stripes in the street like I banged up
That thug life, that’s that hood life
Live your flag and throw your set up
Hustle for that good life
Chitty chitty bang bang
Ain’t nothin’ but a whoop thing
No stoppin’ that shoot train
Bomb on ’em like Hussain

Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it’s all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
‘Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red vans

Chris Brown – Scared

Yeah, what’s wrong?
Oh you scared now? Section

Baby, I’m EnZ
Bando, telly
She just wanna do small talk
I just wanna give her the lengthy
Smoke like a rasta
What’s that? Sexy
My bros are my brothers
I ain’t never had besties
Brap mash in the man bag
Brap brap, headpiece
Jump out of a black van
Goons, them scary
Peng girl wanna see the life
Don’t think that they ready
Come alive in the night time
Most time I wanna stay dreamin’

She wanna see what it’s like to live the nightlife
She thinkin’ everything is alright
Baby, you don’t wanna be left in the streets
If you’re scared of your own heartbeat
Na na, now you scared
Yeah yeah, now you scared
Now I’m goddamn scared
Oh no, yeah yeah, scared of your own heartbeat

Shaq and Kobe, Kobe and Shaq, yeah the family back
Hoodybaby still rollin’ like a handicap
The life I live, girl you know it’s trap to trap
When life attacks soda, all type of crack
Falled off, type of cast, oh you likin’ that
You play hard to get, oh you might be back
Two can play that game, hop inside the track
I been on my way, pull up, put 9 with that

Wanna see what the life’s like
What you know about hard times?
I done wrong
Need my money right
Say she wanna come overnight
Don’t care what your friends say
Peng ting wanna come play
Get with a G and this tool right
Came up on the trap line
2Pac, doin’ thug life
Bad bitch, yeah that’s my type
More life in the nightlife
Grew her up, I got the ice
Don’t be scared, everythin’ nice
Girl, just give me one night
You’ll fall in love if I hit twice

She wanna see what it’s like to live the nightlife
She thinkin’ everything is alright
Baby, you don’t wanna be left in the streets
If you’re scared of your own heartbeat
Na na, now you scared
Yeah yeah, now you scared
Now I’m goddamn scared
Oh no, yeah yeah, scared of your own heartbeat

She just wanna live the nightlife
Smokin’ weed and do WiFi
Let me tell you ’bout my life
Came up off of night crime
Skrr skrr, when I ride by
Hoodie on tight creep in the night
Trap get it in get it all night
The mandem get a piece of the pie

Little thievin’ girl wanna jump on my WiFi
Little idiot girl wanna talk about high life
Wild life, when I tell her like pot life
Odd life, they callin’ me the dark knight

The girl, them easy
Down to ride, she gets down for thrills
Keep her close and she holdin’ still
Hold the crop so I know it’s real
I’m still tryna hide from the old bill
I’m so mad I ain’t sign no deals
But my last [?] got chills
So they still know the deal
Say she won’t prefer trappin’, she will
Still hittin’ sales and it’s morning now
So she can’t stay the night still
I need a bando in the hills
Still, no family until
Rip a pack out the ceil’
Tell daddy, fuck how he feels

She wanna see what it’s like to live the nightlife
She thinkin’ everything is alright
Baby, you don’t wanna be left in the streets
If you’re scared of your own heartbeat
Na na, now you scared
Yeah yeah, now you scared
Now I’m goddamn scared
Oh no, yeah yeah, scared of your own heartbeat

Chris Brown – Trappin’

I used to trap out the garage
Talkin’ ounces, had bricks
Mr. Get ’em in and move ’em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get ’em by the bail
100 packs, I ain’t even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that’s the fork hittin’ glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage

These niggas all fake, these niggas all snitch
Same nigga in them DMs tryna fuck with your bitch
Nigga money makin’ Mitch, fast money, make it quick
50,000 on your head, let’s see how fast they forget
Fuck is you lookin’ at with your lookin’ ass? Cause we flexin’
Not even Google Maps get you over here to this section
All of my niggas equipped with them cha-cha-cha, I’m protected
Make a move on my chain my nigga, coca taking your nigga

I used to trap out the garage
Talkin’ ounces, had bricks
Mr. Get ’em in and move ’em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get ’em by the bail
100 packs, I ain’t even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that’s the fork hittin’ glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage

Yo soy el que sale a la esquina
[?] manteca [?]
No soy el que tiene receta pero te cocina
Tu sabe’ lo’ ciego no miran
Cadena que miran, que brillan
Tu sabe’ nosotro’ no tenemo’ tiempo pa’ pagar taquilla
Tu sabe’ que traigo la niña
Si explota te estalla bocinas
Tu jefa se pone pa’ mí
Me gusta pa’ tí
La mando a la esquina
La mando a la esquina
Que traiga los [?]
Que pague la cuenta
Que [?] domina
El rey de la esquina
Mira

I used to trap out the garage
Talkin’ ounces, had bricks
Mr. Get ’em in and move ’em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get ’em by the bail
100 packs, I ain’t even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that’s the fork hittin’ glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage

Sorry nigga, I don’t speak much, when it’s beef, niggas get touched
My young niggas shootin’ shit Curry but they more like Horry in the clutch
It all started with a quarter, turned that to a Porsche now them Lamb’ doors are up
Kinda hard to find a room in the crib like a fortress and them Xans catching up
Used to trap out the garage, sell packs to the stars
Was the man with the Act’ and a plug for the bars
Had the MDMA ‘fore they knew what it was
Man they kill ’em off of X, I’m a one stop plug
Young legend with the mud
Outlet and the plug
So when they ask me how I got it

I used to trap out the garage
Talkin’ ounces, had bricks
Mr. Get ’em in and move ’em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get ’em by the bail
100 packs, I ain’t even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that’s the fork hittin’ glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage

Chris Brown – Dolce

They say, “Fuck you, where your friends at?”
We say, “Fuck it, where the bands at?”
We say, “Bitch you by the car? No”
I tell the bitch I love the bottle
Bitch you be busy, why you callin’?
See that bitch is poppin’ bars now

Pourin’ Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin’ round? Need to bring that body here
I’m divin’ in, I eat it all day
I don’t give a fuck what your hoe say
Pourin’ Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin’ round? Need to bring that body here
I’m divin’ in, I eat it all day
I don’t give a fuck what your hoe say

Baby, you the finest, booty bouncin’
That’s why I put you in designer, I’m movin’ mountains
Haters get the fuck from round, we don’t fuck around
You know when you hear that chopper sound, somebody got laid down
Hasta luego
Play with the bricks like they Legos
Too drunk, I’mma fuck up my kidneys
Come check out my brain like Play-Dough
All my killers, they do what I say so
All my bitches stay down, you don’t mess with
Got a bitch who just do what I need
Hold a burner and roll up my weed and mind my babies
It’s hard to tell if she really loves me
Or is it the Dolce
I’m too fucked up at the moment
To even recognize your face, we was too fucked up

Pourin’ Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin’ round? Need to bring that body here
I’m divin’ in, I eat it all day
I don’t give a fuck what your hoe say
Pourin’ Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin’ round? Need to bring that body here
I’m divin’ in, I eat it all day
I don’t give a fuck what your hoe say

She blowin’ my phone up
She want that dick first thing in the morning
Skrrt off in the foreign
Just give me some head, that pussy is borin’
Sellin’ pussy like it’s real estate
Puttin’ jugs on the interstate
Old clip out the H-Town
On the southside with my nigga Trey
You niggas is foolish, you soundin’ so stupid
Just left from my jeweller
Like what is you doin’?
Just got back from tour, I’m livin’ like Lucious
I be drunk off the D’ucé
Two hoes, call it two play
Man down at the trap house
Tell ’em take mine, we done that play
OHB, that’s the set nigga
Father sellin’ them bricks now
Got a redbone on the westdie
That bang head like TIP nigga
I’m good wherever I go
I’m stacked up and they know
With the top down on my king shit
I got the keys nigga, like Hov

Pourin’ Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin’ round? Need to bring that body here
I’m divin’ in, I eat it all day
I don’t give a fuck what your hoe say
Pourin’ Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin’ round? Need to bring that body here
I’m divin’ in, I eat it all day
I don’t give a fuck what your hoe say

Chris Brown – Dash

Lock it
Rise and pop it
We shoot ’em shot
The flow, them classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and bash it
Lock it
Rise and pop it
We shoot ’em shot
The flow, them classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and bash it

Look, light a spliff up
You know a nigga ain’t smokin’ it for the pictures
Section Boyz and Breezy in VIP
We gettin’ money and we ’bout to snatch your bitches
Go figure, OHB, ain’t no broke niggas
I see her poppin’ them pills, I let her roll with us
She say she wanted to chill, I let her smoke with us
I put my dick in and feel like a fuckin’ bow hit her
Damn girl, I know your nigga mad
Cause now I gotta buy a bigger bag
Diamond rings and poppin’ tags
And you still gon’ cheat with your bitch ass, haha
They callin’ me crazy
You know a nigga really got some screws loose
Yeah, but come try to lay
I got 100 killers on the other end of this Bluetooth

Lock it
Rise and pop it
We shoot ’em shot
The flow, them classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and bash it

Man mash then dash it
Get cash, I stack and splash it
Get brick on thick, I’ll smash it
Bad B, she dash, not flash it
No E, she call me papi
Early morning, I get trappy
Dirty, that girl here trashy
Can’t smoke with man she’s ashy
War time, move black, no khaki
Them boy just foolin’ fasty
2 sharp, no them can’t style me
Step in the club in my trackies
Man put that girl in a taxi
She get down low on my lappy
Foreign jawns when I grab weed
Tell her run, make it snappy

Reebok, classic
Tracksuit with a package
Sip low plus I’m at it
Bang bang, make you back flip
Jar jar full of herbs
Bad bitches and curves
Swag surfin’, got the whip skrrtin’
Section Boyz, that’s the word
Never see me with a dead ting
No, big spliff make your head spin
London boy in a London ting
Man a act bad but they run from him
Tracksuit, hat and a T, phone bling
Run through pack onto a next ting
Grip it, dash it
Run up, clap it
Gang gang gang on the water log ting

Lock it
Rise and pop it
We shoot ’em shot
The flow, them classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and bash it

My ting, the maddest
Ring ring, you have it?
Stink brick in the attic
Watch bro whip it in Hannas
All my bitches got manners
Linky link, love the mandem
Switch the sim at random
Bling bling, man’s flashin’
Where you comin’ from? Hattons
Your ting keeps attin’
Kinda embarrasin’
That’s a pussy like a javelin
Do it in the house I’m trappin’ in
Like oh oh, when I’m mashin’ it
She from 4, 4, but she travellin’
And when I’m in the squad, what’s happenin’?

Light it, ross it
If it’s acro, pass it
Them man all soft, them targets
I’ll take a man’s pack, go home and laught it
Off like a bastard, man’s charged up
If you tryna see a nigga, man’s chargin’
Fuck a family tree
We got a family trees in man’s garden
I got grams of trees, but who’s askin’?
Not a car but keys get me started
I put my palm on trees like I’m Tarzan
Man’s calm but try and harm my Gs and you’ll starfish
Body work, body work, body work
Break a leg, roof smellin’ like armpits
Little tooly tool, I’m still bossy
They talk the talk but man walk it

Lock it
Rise and pop it
We shoot ’em shot
The flow, them classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and bash it
Lock it
Rise and pop it
We shoot ’em shot
The flow, them classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and bash it

Chris Brown – Marathon Man

Word around town, it’s a drug war
Step into my crib, it’s a drug store
I don’t need nothin’, I just want more
Real dope boy, I took the coke on tour
Take a walk with me, this a plug talk
Funny how this work got me takin’ off
Hittin’ it for bricks and I make it off
HoodyBaby, I’m the boss cause I paid the cost
Young niggas sellin’ coke, I got WiFi
Side bitches suckin’ dick from the sideline
Fuck boys, they ain’t stickin’ to the guidelines
The world is yours nigga, I want mine

Classic, did my thing with the coke nigga
Marathon man, I be runnin’ with the dope dealers
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, gettin’ drunk with the gold diggers
100 thousand dollar cross, feelin’ like the Pope nigga

Marathon man, nigga cheatin’ like I’m Lance
Last week I was in France, 150 up in Cannes
Say I can’t nigga, I can, boy don’t make me pull them choppers out
Check my chopper style, send that ass back to your mama house
Bitch, you think I’m playin’, I spend 50 thousand on the dance
Ain’t no evidence cause the judge ain’t find no skeleton
I be runnin’ laps in my trap
Ain’t gotta be strapped ‘fore a nigga take your tap, OHB, bitch

Classic, did my thing with the coke nigga
Marathon man, I be runnin’ with the dope dealers
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, gettin’ drunk with the gold diggers
100 thousand dollar cross, feelin’ like the Pope nigga

Luvaboy, I tell her what she wanna hear
OHB, that lil hoe, make it disappear
I just wanna hit that pussy from the rear
Have a orgy with your friends just to keep it fair
Spittin’ flame, young out, I be tamed, I’m the fuckin’ man
Half a pound, break it all down, ever since I can
Add the boost, molly and the Xans, we in candy land
Stanckin’ gingerbread man, catch me if you can

Classic, did my thing with the coke nigga
Marathon man, I be runnin’ with the dope dealers
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, gettin’ drunk with the gold diggers
100 thousand dollar cross, feelin’ like the Pope nigga
Yeah, I’m feelin’ like the Pope nigga
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man

Chris Brown – I Can Tell

[Intro]
Listen to this track bitch
(Drumma Boy)

[Hook: Chris Brown]
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don’t play with me, it’s game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin’ like it ain’t nothin’
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
OHB, bitch this Breezy
I’m a cold nigga
I catch your bitch in the wind
Her and her friend blowin’ kisses
I’m pullin’ up right in that Bentley truck
I got condoms for my condominium
Hella trip before them bitches hittin’ them whippets
She got that brain with the helium
White as cocaine when I’m whippin’ it
Hundred M’s, yeah they feelin’ him
Even your nigga momma give me compliments
Like “Why don’t you have more like him?”
Cocky, I don’t give a fuck if you like it
No he ain’t me, got this bitch right beside me
Say it with your chest nigga, say it with your chest nigga
Get some base in your body
I’m MIA with some hotties, they know my name in the projects
I get that package from José, yo no sé, mañana
One call, keep your mouth closed
But you can spread your legs, girl, yeah, I thought so

[Hook: Chris Brown]
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don’t play with me, it’s game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin’ like it ain’t nothin’
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby

[Verse 2: HoodyBaby]
Don’t be buyin’ all this bullshit these niggas tryna sell
I’m spendin’ all this money, bitch, I made this shit myself
Soon as you lose your girl, I take you to a different world
Girl you know you bad and I can do bad by myself
HoodyBaby whippin’ white girl, drop it on the scale
I know you love them hood niggas, baby I can tell
Phantom, I’m just tryna bump me, tell ’em stay up off my shelf
I been lookin’ for your love, I can’t lie, I need help, I need help

[Hook: Chris Brown]
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don’t play with me, it’s game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin’ like it ain’t nothin’
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby

[Verse 3: Young Lo]
Say she want it, I can tell she need it
I can tell she want a thug nigga that’s gon’ eat it
Put that pussy in submission, pay that full, pay attention
In south Atlanta, got them bands on me
Let’s throw it back, drop a Brand’ on ’em
Yeah blow that money like a fan on ’em
Heard these bougie bitches wanna fuck a thug
All these broke niggas need to get a plug
Slide her panties to the side
Hold that ass, I’mma lift it up
Girl, I can tell that you freaky
But you know this pimpin’ ain’t easy
And I ain’t said nothin’ ’bout cuffin’
But you better fuck me like you need me

[Hook: Chris Brown]
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don’t play with me, it’s game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin’ like it ain’t nothin’
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby

[Verse 4: Chris Brown]
Molly water
Is makin’ me fall in love
Baby, I’m ready to do this, this ain’t my first rodeo
I know what I’m doin’, got you screamin’ all them high notes
You want to bang, bang
For you girl, I spend a bank, bank
I don’t care to know your name, name
Oh yeah, one more thing, just one more drink, fuck it, she know she like

[Hook: Chris Brown]
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don’t play with me, it’s game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin’ like it ain’t nothin’
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby

Chris Brown – I Already Love Her

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
It’s a battle in this love war
Through the fire, I’m your dragon slayer
Yeah, oh I
It feels like I’m drowning in water
Needed more air, all alone
You don’t remember all the love we shared
And you pretend not to care
Girl it tears me
You’ve been fallin’ in and out of love
All of your friends they keep tellin’ me I’m a hoe
I keep fuckin’ up, it’s really hard to trust me
Going crazy off that codeine in that car, baby help me

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Fuck it, I already love her, already smokin’ that killer
Fuck it, I already love her, so let me start fucking’with bitches
Fuck it, I already love her, I turn that girl to a lady
I put that girl in a Mercedes, 2016, the latest
Fuck it, I already love her
Oh, fuck it, I already love her
Fuck it, I already love her
Fuck it, I already love her
[Verse 2: Ray J]
It’s a battle in this love war
Through the fire, I’m your dragon slayer
Woah, I needed your help
Fuck it, I already love her, guess I’ll stop fuckin’ with bitches
And I won’t be all undercover, oh you gon’ see lots of pictures, oh yeah
Ever since I saw your photo, I’ve been doing a whole lotta drinkin;
Got fucked up off the coco, I did it until it was finished
It’s like a dragon’s burnin’ in my soul
And I keep on battlin’ with this devil on my shoulder

[Hook: Ray J & Chris Brown
Fuck it, I already love her, already smokin’ that killer
Fuck it, I already love her, I can make her to a woman
That PG we fuckin’ yeah
Put her in the mile high club, y’all
Fuck it, I already love her, already smokin’ that killer
Fuck it, I already love her, so let me start fucking’with bitches
Fuck it, I already love her, I turn that girl to a lady
I put that girl in a Mercedes, 2016, the latest
Fuck it, I already love her
Oh, fuck it, I already love her
Fuck it, I already love her
Fuck it, I already love her

Chris Brown – New Gang

[Hook: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Oh you see the new gang comin’, new gang comin’
Got that new gang comin’ in
You see the new gang comin’
Bitch it’s OHB, yeah we comin’
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain’t about money nigga, you ain’t sayin’ nothin’

[Verse 1: Ray J]
Pull up to the club ’bout 100
It’s a lotta Pirus and a couple bounty hunters
I’m whippin’ in that Wraith with my gunners
105 west with some shooters right in front of us
Got that meth lab up and runnin’
Rest in peace to the big homie [?]
Rest in peace to young [?] lil homie
From Centerville to Fruit Town, we gettin’ money
[Verse 2: Luvaboy TJ]
You don’t bang bang, you ain’t gang gang
You ain’t never slang, choppin’ ‘caine
With a bad bitch from Spain
Talkin’ slang off the Promethazine
OHB bitch, new whip
Stashed with rubber grips
Stackin’ chips
Some of my homies Bloods and some bangin’ Srips
22 rims with my brims and some lady friends
Stackin’ ends, niggas in my way, that’s one to the chin
Pockets on swole, I got a bunch of bands on me
All these model bitches, they can’t keep they hands off me

[Hook: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Oh you see the new gang comin’, new gang comin’
Got that new gang comin’ in
You see the new gang comin’
Bitch it’s OHB, yeah we comin’

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Pull up, pull up if you ’bout it nigga
Where I’m from, we body niggas
Kamakazis on Kawasakis
On 12 o’clock, you ain’t ridin’ with us
I got killers that do what I say when I need
Bullets spray fire out that lever
I got homies pullin’ up in broad day
And set this bitch off like Keef
Smokin’ Khalifa
And you was the one sayin’ you was ready for war
Now you on the ship, you sound like a bitch
Can’t fuck with your boy
This that new gang
All my niggas wear new chains
And I put my bitch in a [?]
OHB in a black Lamb’ like Bruce Wayne

[Hook: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Oh you see the new gang comin’, new gang comin’
Got that new gang comin’ in
You see the new gang comin’
Bitch it’s OHB, yeah we comin’
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain’t about money nigga, you ain’t sayin’ nothin’

[Verse 4: Ray J]
Pardon me but I don’t usually talk a lot
If you ain’t talkin’ money, nigga what you talkin’ ’bout?
The drop head take up multiple parkin’ spots
Nowadays gotta keep most shooters in Harvey got
All about my presidents, hustle, never hesitant
Fuck who you invested in cause me, my niggas next to win
Money be my closest kin, I consider it my fam
Keep the drummer like a bam and bein’ broke, I never can
Money’s all I understand, I speak that shit fluently
Every way, you never there, we call that shit truancy
You speakin’ that foolery, this money’s nothin’ new to me
Ain’t worried ’bout who’s hot, I was cool before it was cool to be
Fucking with a triant god, welcome to the tribe mob
Plus we out here ballin’, bang it down like a LeBron lob
Championship rings for me and my fellow squad
Truth 100 like the numbers never lie, yeah

[Hook: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Oh you see the new gang comin’, new gang comin’
Got that new gang comin’ in
You see the new gang comin’
Bitch it’s OHB, yeah we comin’
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain’t about money nigga, you ain’t sayin’ nothin’

Chris Brown – In Love With the Bitches

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Your envy is tall, my niggas livin’ right
You mad cause we can pop bottles every fuckin’ night
Poppin’ them pills when we chill, for real
Smokin’ straight gas, I’mma see you in another life
Bitch I’m blunted, just look in my eyes, I won’t fuckin’ lie
Catch a vibe, codeine got me leanin’, I’m about to slide
OHB, yeah we ride or die, better pick a side
And when I get that pussy, you gon’ blame it on the liquor, right?
When you gon’ let a real nigga live?
Cause ain’t nothin’ for me to call up a side bitch
Girl, let a lightskin nigga get up in them ribs
And you can bring your girls, promise I won’t fuck them bitches
Damn, you been frontin’ on that all night
I gotta leave, come with me on this red eye
She want relationship and I was willin’ to pay that tuition
Fuckin’ up her decision but I’m in love with the bitches

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Baby, I’m tryin’ but I can’t, I’m tryin’
Cause I’m in love with these bitches
Too drunk, had a threesome
They done caught me on cam and got pictures
And we was drinkin’ everythin’
What would a young nigga do if it was you?
Damn they done told everythin’
It’s real fucked up but I’m in love with the bitches
Cause I’m in love with these bitches
Cause I’m in love with these bitches
[Verse 2: Young Lo]
I swear I love all these bitches, especially the freak hoes
Line ’em up and knock ’em down like freethrows
Swear I’m young Will, hit ’em with the steal, leave that pussy killed
Lick that kitty, I should leave a hoe bill
Yeah I’m ballin’ on point, like it’s a million mattress
Wake up every mornin’, different bitches in the mansion
Models gettin’ high, throwin’ whips up in the attic
My nigga burnt out, got these hoes [?]
And we gon’ throw a party, take the molly, [?] for the bottles
Eat that pussy, eat that pussy, call me sloppy papi
Swervin’ in the newest foreign, ridin’ with the carbon
Poppin’ your bitch, nigga, I don’t even need to call ’em

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Baby, I’m tryin’ but I can’t, I’m tryin’
Cause I’m in love with these bitches
Too drunk, had a threesome
They done caught me on cam and got pictures
And we was drinkin’ everythin’
What would a young nigga do if it was you?
Damn they done told everythin’
It’s real fucked up but I’m in love with the bitches
Cause I’m in love with these bitches
Cause I’m in love with these bitches

[Verse 3: Young Blacc]
Let let, let a real nigga hit it
Make Magnum make sales, only real niggas fitted
Got her walkin’ limp cause I gave her the business
Come in to the crib and bust it down with her sister
Slide to the club, 50 deep on that late night
Back to the crib, might eat her cause it’s date night
Throwin’ bitches texts and tryna give a nigga threesomes
Henny dick goin’ so I might as well beast ’em
My niggas be winnin’, my side bitches be trippin’
I put that dick in her stomach and then I take ’em to dinner
I’m just playin’ to save her, take my strap on the road
I mean what I say cause I love these hoes

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Baby, I’m tryin’ but I can’t, I’m tryin’
Cause I’m in love with these bitches
Too drunk, had a threesome
They done caught me on cam and got pictures
And we was drinkin’ everythin’
What would a young nigga do if it was you?
Damn they done told everythin’
It’s real fucked up but I’m in love with the bitches
Cause I’m in love with these bitches
Cause I’m in love with these bitches

Chris Brown – Other Side

[Intro: Chris Brown]
The 911
What you say? What you say?
What you say nigga?
The 911

[Hook: Chris Brown]
If I take a life, how can I apologize?
Either it’s you or me takin’ that journey to the other side
[Verse 1: Section Boyz]
Them boys some punk, them man get me vexed
They ain’t bad akh, they just got a bad reflex
I ’bout war with water, you can’t test with S
That button won’t press, the man don’t press

[Verse 2: Section Boyz]
Blood clot, I mix the dope with the blood cloth
I hit a blood clot, bare jawns and it’s blood clot
Look pon me face, my yute
Just can’t drop out my zoot, my yute
Gunshot right out the boot, my yute
Look how me shoot in my boot, my yute

[Verse 3: Sleeks]
They don’t want war
Brap brap, beat up your car
Gang gang on the M way
Man done shut down anywhere fast
Grass, treezy
I’m in Amsterdam gettin’ weedy
Whip the work up with Breezy
Still up in the ends, can’t see me
Get it in, get it gone
Trap, break a brick with my back
Trapstar but I rap
Got a alleyway full of cats
They don’t want war
Them man, they’re all talk
Take man’s girl on tour
Why you think that she’s airin’ your calls?

[Hook: Chris Brown]
If I take a life, how can I apologize?
Either it’s you or me takin’ that journey to the other side

[Verse 4: Littlez]
They ain’t ’bout it, they talkin’
Move the food like a market
Bro bro with a rare tat
Brap brap in the rocket
Big strap like a car seat
Young dog, you might bark him
We the boys from the back streets
Tell a boy to move cautious
Tell a boy to move cautious
They don’t want war
Tell your man better be calm
Back it out and they back down
Lift the weight, get a pack on
Trap yard with a bad jawn
On the strip, fuck a lap dance
Ask bro, everything’s calm
Your girl wanna take a chance

[Verse 5: Swift]
See a peng girl, yo wagwan, peng
Gang gang, girl I ain’t no stank
Take the packs, laugh like haha
Take the what, and left the what
Skrrt skrrt, jump out doors
Uh uh, you don’t want war
Bumbaclart, mix it with the rough
Them girls just wanna do talk

[Hook: Chris Brown]
If I take a life, how can I apologize?
Either it’s you or me takin’ that journey to the other side

[Verse 6: Section Boyz]
Uh, I’m in Double 0, I don’t need no pass
No cuffin’ hoes, the homies, they pass
She suck it whole but might speak with class
Granny titties, them man they’re soft
The savage in me, he better not laugh
Get the package empty, them rented cars
Amnes’ comin’ in plenty
Book me, I be cookin’ scented
Like [?] angels, shut down the squad
I’m not sayin’ I’m Esco Bar
But I rap hard and I really let go bars
Foreign jawns in my section yard
I’m not a star, but I did guest on Forbes

[Verse 7: Chris Brown]
I’m spendin’ money cause a nigga never had it
In my dreams, turnin’ niggas into addicts
Top shotta, got the chopper sittin’ right under the mattress
The shot out from the gauge of the rusty, but nigga fuck practice
I don’t really talk on the phone when I move them things
See them feds, the location change
AKAs are the major pain
Bitch niggas want all the money and fame
But I’ll never tell them ’bout the package
Who am I? Bitch, I’m a savage
All of your bitches fanatics
Make the work, do a back flip, I’m doin’ gymnastics

[Hook: Chris Brown]
If I take a life, how can I apologize?
Either it’s you or me takin’ that journey to the other side

[Verse 8: HoodyBaby]
Coca Cola, my sponsor
Do the math, do the numbers
All my trap goin’ bonkers
Play with me, we gon’ stomp ya
We suggestin’ a turf war
Want respect, you gotta work for it
Word around that the feds on me
I been sellin’ dope at my merch store
Plant the seed, watch the earth grow
Play with me, watch your girl go
Kidnappin’ can’t fix that
6 bricks, that’s a 6 pack
2 piece, that’s a Kit-Kat
We take the work, we don’t get taxed
HoodBaby, my paper good
In the neighborhood where my Crips at

Chris Brown – Erday

[Intro: French Montana]
Talkin’ every night
All my dogs gettin’ lit, talkin’ every night
Juicin’ my body

[Hook: French Montana & Chris Brown]
I be ridin’ through the city, gettin’ lit every night
Baby, if the head good, I’mma run every light
Man, if the pussy good, I’mma hit it every night
Man, if that money good, I’mma get it every night
I be lit every night, out to get every high
I be whipped every night, I be sippin’ every night
Out the roof every night, off the crew every night
Out in Louis every night, in the coupe every night
I spend all my money on it baby, every night
All these diamonds, they ain’t come from singin’, every night
We be too lit, you know we goin’ crazy, every night
Pop a pill, we rock ‘n rollin’ baby, every night
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Ridin’ through the city, we be straight, 12 o’clock
Yeah, all my niggas Gucci, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout Guwop
Yeah, all we rock is Gucci, watch me, watch the watch
Yeah, hit up AOD, tell ’em gon’ get ’em molly

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Bangin’ out the bottle, got me loosed in the Goose
Baby, you should be the driver cause I’m gon’ let it roof
You a pretty, little lady, fuck the devil outta you
I’m about to roll the dice, daddy need some new shoes

[Hook: French Montana & Chris Brown]
I be ridin’ through the city, gettin’ lit every night
Baby, if the head good, I’mma run every light
Man, if the pussy good, I’mma hit it every night
Man, if that money good, I’mma get it every night
I be lit every night, out to get every high
I be whipped every night, I be sippin’ every night
Out the roof every night, off the crew every night
Out in Louis every night, in the coupe every night
I spend all my money on it baby, every night
All these diamonds, they ain’t come from singin’, every night
We be too lit, you know we goin’ crazy, every night
Pop a pill, we rock ‘n rollin’ baby, every night

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Wanna take your body down, fine little motherfucker
Want it right now, bitch you know I ain’t a sucker
Think she off that angel dust but I ain’t for complainin’
I know that pussy dangerous but I can’t let you win
She wobble it, wobble it
She poppin’ that pussy, she all on the pole
Droppin’ it, droppin’ it
I’m throwin’ this money all on the floor
What you tryna do in the bedroom?
Cause we don’t be playin’ no games
Cause that pussy be fuckin’ my head up
I gave her everythin’

[Hook: French Montana]
I be ridin’ through the city, gettin’ lit every night
Baby, if the head good, I’mma run every light
Man, if the pussy good, I’mma hit it every night
Man, if that money good, I’mma get it every night
I be lit every night, out to get every high
I be whipped every night, I be sippin’ every night
Out the roof every night, off the crew every night
Out in Louis every night, in the coupe every night

Chris Brown – Section One Hundred Billion

[Verse 1: HoodyBaby]
I don’t know how to do this shit
I wake up and just do this shit
HoodyBaby, I’m too legit
I’m the Boss, I made Hugo quit
I pull up in a 2 door whip
Make you go sick
Flip a brick, kick a brick
That judo shit
My niggas is serious
You niggas delirious
No stoppin’ us, period
I live at the dealership
Angry, a nigga rich
We want the bigger fish
Choppin’ ’til I chop with the mafia
Ask in my section, we popular
Popavich, we poppin’ shots

[Verse 2: Inch]
Pull up with the OHB, I mean war
I mean war, big russ war
Big russ wanna lick down your car
See me with the gang, better know that squad
[Verse 3: Young Lo]
If these niggas talkin’ reckless, see ’em on my necklace
100 round drum, niggas gon’ respect us
Mob ties, yeah I’m heavy with these accents
Hit the UK, I’m mobbin’ with the Section
Out here ballin’ since a adolescent
I was 15 when I start finessin’
Told a teacher fuck her math lesson
I was juggin’ through the whole class session

[Verse 4: Swift]
Trap money, I’m a trapper
My young boy was a Rihanna
Flash a blockia like a camera
Slap slap, that’s the hammer
Count grand to my nana’s
Sucky sucky, from [?]

[Verse 5: Section Boyz]
I ain’t endin’ a passer
Pass up if I catch a brack, you go back up
Get me down, I get back up
Yo mi casa es su casa

[Verse 6: Sleeks]
6 man in the van, that’s gang in the pan
That’s maceroni and pasta
Bring a nigga from a [?]
Girl climb on, know you want a ladder

[Verse 7: Littlez]
And keep climbin’
Cause she a bad bitch with her manner
I know a mad man with a dagger
That says, “Fuck feds and they camera”
Trappin’, pick up a brick
Rip it in bits, gone
I’m really livin’ this shit
Pick up a stick
You could see smoke like a bong

[Verse 8: Section Boyz]
Peng peng, wanna get groovy
Man I turn your girl to a groupie
Go ratchet tings too bougie
With a big booty and boobies
See the big tour man move bookies
Old school, mad bros, no new Gs
Roll with a clip like the movies
Man I kick man down like Bruce Lee

[Verse 9]
I got all these bitches, they [?]
They ain’t want me then but they want me now
Got that killer swag, watch ’em mime my style
I done stacked up a milli from petty crime
Got some new shoes off some new shit
This flow is like water need crew ships
My life is a movie, take your flick
It’s a foreign bitch cause

[Verse 10: Famous Fresh]
They know I’m flexin’
OHB and Section
.40 for protection
Hood stay connected
Blue bitches, we the 100 gang
Couple JLos, I’m a money train
Nigga been fresh, feds watchin;
Diamonds dancin’ like a Jabbawockee
Your bitch ride me like a Kawasaki
It’s Fresh, Hoody, it’s [?]

Gabriel Gassi – Street Phone

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William Arcane – Hourglass

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La Bouquet – Loveless

Roses in the graveyard
Something comes from nothing and
Use my body for warmful sustenance after I’m gone
I woke up still half-drunk
Sleeping in our day away
How dare you sleep our day away, our day away

Maybe I’m just loveless
Maybe I’m just useless
Maybe I’m not loveless
Maybe I’m just hopeless enough to feel alone
But selfish enough to write this song

Paintings in the foyer
Nude portraits of two lovers intertwined
Will that last long after we’re dust? After we die?
These questions unanswered
I woke up and you were gone
Left a note and said there’s someone else from Caroline
P.S. I lied

Maybe I’m just loveless
Maybe I’m just useless
Maybe I’m not loveless
Maybe I’m just hopeless enough to feel alone
But selfish enough to write this song

Just leave me alone forever, now
Die right in my bed
A cigarette by my side
Still drunk on wine in 45s
And I’m pushing up daisies
Unfortunately when I’m done
You’ll have a garden to call your own
A bouquet from me as I watch you leave

Maybe I’m just loveless
Maybe I’m just useless
Maybe I’m not loveless
Maybe I’m just hopeless enough to feel alone
But selfish enough to write this song

Popcaan – New Level

[Intro]
New level
Why?!
New level
You know…

[Verse 1]
Mmmmm
You nuh haffi be my friend
Me nuh haffi be your friend
You nah buy me food
You nah take care of mi kids them
Me know them a pussy from long time
So, me nuh too believe inna mankind
Mi future brighter than sunshine
Plus mi granny tell me this one time
[Chorus]
Say..
New level, new devil
New level, new devil
New level, new devil
A dem turn Tony inna Rebel (you know, you know)
New level, new devil
New level, new devil
New level, new devil
Woii yoii

[Verse 2]
Some of them too easy fi switch, a mussi Digicel Play
Them have a bag of man a press up and play them
Do anything from another man pay them
Only mi press up a mi Matic and ‘K them

[Hook]
Prepare fi the fight when you gone pon a new height
Nooo
Because them nuh waan you fi “do it” like a new Nike
My style is….fat pussy gyal inna drop top, Rayce
My nine is….always there anytime when a road time
Notnice… (you know, you know, you know)

[Chorus]
New level, new devil
New level, new devil
New level, new devil
A dem turn Tony inna Rebel
New level, new devil
New level, new devil
New level, new devil

[Verse 3]
Jamaica
New money, no problem
Money we a use solve them
Some bwoy make money put dem a friend inna problem
Watch your things like King Alarm them
Them a chat me, but a gyal me a chat ’bout
Pounds and US, Euros me nuh stop count
The gyal them pretty like the money weh inna mi account
Real thugs mi nuh forgot ’bout

[Hook]
Prepare fi the fight when you gone pon a new height
Man a god inna earth, god inna real life, real life
Work hard fi di glory, mi do wha’ mi feel like, feel like!
If you try stop mi food you will dead inna real life
You know, you know, you know
Mmm hmmm

[Chorus]
New level, new devil
New level, new devil
New level, new devil
A dem turn Tony inna Rebel (you know)
New level, new devil
New level, new devil
New level, new devil
Woii yoii

[Interlude]
New level
Why?!
New level

[Hook]
Prepare fi the fight when you gone pon a new height
Nooo
Man a god inna earth, god inna real life
Work hard fi di glory, mi do wha’ mi feel like
If you try stop mi food you will dead inna real life
You know, you know, you know
Mmm hmmm

[Outro]
New level, new devil (you know, you know, you know)
New level, new devil
You know, you know, you know (4x)

You know, you know, you know…