Quavo – So What* Lyrics

[Quavo]
Hundred thousand on my wrist
Bought her heat with a [?]
Two thousand on my wrist who thought I’d be livin’ life like this
Two thousand on my wrist, you probably thought I couldn’t buy this shit
White diamonds on my neck, white diamonds on my fist

[Lil Uzi Vert]
I just got a white bitch said she whippin’ up the brick
My pocket it got the most
I do not want that lil bitch
Told my bitch eat out my hoe
She put that dick in her throat
I do these bitches [Raf?] like I’m floatin
Mixing that lean with cream soda
Young nigga but my money old , aye
Look at these bitches tellin’ on me
My bitch she like “so what”
Look at my money thats all on me
Smoking that gas like a stoner
Nowadays talkin’ my bitches [?]
I’m watchin’ tv, nowadays I’m on TV
Migo and Thugger baby yeah
Yeah I just be countin’ the G’s
I feel like I am [?]
I got the [?]
I got the [?]
I got the [?]

[Quavo]
I got more Keys than Alicia
These niggas be talkin’ policin’
I took your hoe and released her
200 thousand on my wrist, thought it all was a fantasy

Marion Band$ – Hold Up Lyrics

[Verse 1: Marion Band$]
Everyday I think lucrative, it always got to be progress
If it ain’t about that money then it ain’t a part of my process
Meeting with the bosses over lobster tails
Strategizing our next move, conclusion is prevail
Bitches that hold yo’ shit up, bitches that fuck yo’ shit up
She call and she wanna lick up
But I’m busy hittin’ this liquor
Bitch, I’m chasing money, you don’t deserve a description
It take some sacrifices to get in this position
When my well was dry, I was still making my wishes
I was ridin’ around, I was risking it
But if I didn’t do it, I wouldn’t get this shit
Up late nights, I’m an owl too, there’s a few things that I value
Money, trust, respect, loyalty and my crew

[Hook: Marion Band$]
Politicking with my niggas about this money, bitch, hold up
I had to drop my bitch, ‘cause I don’t need no hold ups
Walk right in VIP, we don’t do no hold ups
Get too close, I got some killers with me that’ll tell you
Hold up, hold up (tell ya)
Hold up, hold up (tell ya)
Hold up, hold up
You say you want this money
Then, nigga, what’s the hold up?
If you really ’bout this paper, then what’s the (Hold up?)

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hu$$le]
Nip Hussle the Great back, came up, you can’t hate that
Self made, you can’t take that
Yeah, self made, you can’t make that
Some say I need a record deal
I need a cosign, I need a Dre track
But all the time I had a mean flow
I had a cold grind and that’s a great match
Payback, fuck hoes and I make racks
And my pockets gon’ stay fat
‘Cause I merk beats and I slay tracks
Payback, wrist rocky like A$AP
Stay strapped like I’m Arab
And in a world of lies I still state facts
Lame-ass, hatin’ niggas take flame baths
All you really doing when you running your mouth
Is telling me where to aim at (guncock)
Duck, nigga! Fuck-bitches and fuck-niggas
If you ain’t talkin’ bread, then I don’t fuck with you
(Gunshot) Hussle!

[Hook: Marion Band$]
Politicking with my niggas about this money, bitch, hold up
I had to drop my bitch, ‘cause I don’t need no hold ups
Walk right in VIP, we don’t do no hold ups
Get too close, I got some killers with me that’ll tell you
Hold up, hold up (tell ya)
Hold up, hold up (tell ya)
Hold up, hold up
You say you want this money
Then, nigga, what’s the hold up?
If you really ’bout this paper, then what’s the (Hold up?)

[Verse 3: Marion Band$]
Fifteen, uh, I’m going all in it no matter the outcome
They told me I had it and now I am relapsin’
And how could you X me out? I am not Malcolm
And how could you doubt me? You heard my first album
And who had the nerve to think I was done with
I left the game graciously for you to run with
Like that of a blueprint, go on and front then
Time that you had, and this what you come with?
If you want it to work out, exercise it
Nigga, and if you want to see it, visualize it
That was me that we been discussin’
And it was the thought, they thought I was bluffin’
I know that they waiting to see what I come with
I told you my best and I feel my toughness
Nevertheless I’m who they fuck with
I’m the go-to guy, you niggas go too shy
No Kanye’s or Common’s
I’m coming, and don’t ask me who I like in the game
Right now, I’ll say no comments; Yung

[Hook: Marion Band$]
Politicking with my niggas about this money, bitch, hold up
I had to drop my bitch, ‘cause I don’t need no hold ups
Walk right in VIP, we don’t do no hold ups
Get too close, I got some killers with me that’ll tell you
Hold up, hold up (tell ya)
Hold up, hold up (tell ya)
Hold up, hold up
You say you want this money
Then, nigga, what’s the hold up?
If you really ’bout this paper, then what’s the (Hold up?)

Don McLean – Sunshine Life For Me Lyrics

[Chorus]
It’s a sunshine life for me
If I could get away
From this cloud that’s over me
Seems to just follow me around

[Verse 1]
And it’s a good life had for free
When you’re out in the country
That’s what I could use
If I could get away there soon

[Chorus]
It’s a sunshine life for me
If I could get away
From this cloud that’s over me
Seems to just follow me around

[Verse 2]
There’s a good life had at sea
If you’re not in the navy
That’s the life for you
Sail away, Raymond, sail away

Well, most folks just bore me
Always imposing
And I’d rather meet a tree
Somewhere out in the cornfield

[Chorus]
It’s a sunshine life for me
If I could get away
From this cloud that’s over me
Seems to just follow me around

Strap Da Fool – Dollar Signs Lyrics

[Hook-Strap]
Lord, you know I’m a sinner
Get um first, I don’t remember
I remember Richcrest
I remember long pistol, yeah
Real diamond, no crystal, yeah
Dollar signs all are mental, yeah
Dollar signs all are mental, yeah
Dollar signs all are mental, yeah
Grindin’ hard for my boys
Grindin’ hard for my niggas
We done worked for every nickel
I ain’t tryna spare a nickel
Name another nigga realer
Name another nigga realer
Name another nigga realer
Name another nigga realer

[Verse 1-Strap]
I was the star of the month
Ridin around with my boys
Ridin around with the thugs
The streets they show me some love
That beef ain’t nothing, lil boy
I keeping that heat by my gut
You got you some shooters, so what?
We love [?] when we boot up
Nigga be acting so tough
I know they bluff
I know they ain’t came to [?]
Might pour a four in my cup
While I count up, promise I can’t get enough
Louis V frame, when the heat change
In the two seater, watch me switch lanes
Young Biscayne, I’m a six [?]
Cuban link change

[Hook-Strap]
Lord, you know I’m a sinner
Get um first, I don’t remember
I remember Richcrest
I remember long pistol, yeah
Real diamond, no crystal, yeah
Dollar signs all are mental, yeah
Dollar signs all are mental, yeah
Dollar signs all are mental, yeah

[Verse 2-Kevin Gates]
Lord forgive me, I’m a sinner
Street nigga, good intentions
I remember we was little
I’mma get us out the trenches
I’mma put us all in Benz’s
House brick-layer fences
Watchin’ off of camera lenses
I am really not pretending
You can afford
Can’t even find it in stores
She used to tell me she was bored
I touch her like never before
I rip her, pin her to the floor
Tryin different dick, what you doing?
Tryna steal it, she just want more
Need a bigger closet, one door

[Bridge-Kevin Gates]
These niggas ain’t got no heart
These niggas ain’t got no heart
These niggas ain’t got no heart
They ain’t bout goin’ to war
These niggas ain’t got no heart
These niggas ain’t got no heart
These niggas ain’t got no heart
They ain’t bout goin’ to war

[Hook-Strap]
Lord, you know I’m a sinner
Get um first, I don’t remember
I remember Richcrest
I remember long pistol, yeah
Real diamond, no crystal, yeah
Dollar signs all are mental, yeah
Dollar signs all are mental, yeah
Dollar signs all are mental, yeah

[Verse 3-Skooly]
Grinding hard for my momma
Grinding hard for my boys
2 Chainz is my big dawg, TRU is my squad
Couple nigga drops off, they got hate in they heart
Nigga said I fall off, like I’m losing my voice
Talking bout whores, I’mma go get me a horse
I’mma go get me a Porsche
Make it make all the noise
Engine make all the noise
And they go [?]
I remember tall bitches though I was a boy, well not anymore

[Hook-Strap]
Lord, you know I’m a sinner
Get um first, I don’t remember
I remember Richcrest
I remember long pistol, yeah
Real diamond, no crystal, yeah
Dollar signs all are mental, yeah
Dollar signs all are mental, yeah
Dollar signs all are mental, yeah
Grindin’ hard for my boys
Grindin’ hard for my niggas
We done worked for every nickel
I ain’t tryna spare a nickel
Name another nigga realer
Name another nigga realer
Name another nigga realer
Name another nigga realer

[Verse 4-Aston Martin Phi]
They talk it, we live it, we in the streets for real
I get it popping cause I done done it for real
I swear this beast made me
I rock cash money like I’m Baby
And when it comes to flossing ain’t gone let up off em
Until I’m dead and six feet under living in the coffin
Cause I surround myself with bosses
I can’t take no loss
I came from the ghetto, where niggas better be cautious

[Verse 5-Spodee]
Its been a long time coming, still gotta be patient
Know some real niggas with me, know some fuck niggas hating
I drive the ho crazy, I got it road raging
If he ain’t coming with the money baby we can’t have relations
Y’all niggas dick riding, I’m big timing
I been doing this shit
Nigga I been screwing this bitch, nigga I been fucking this ho
All I wanna get is somemore
Give me a Benz truck and a road
Give me an airplane and a boat
I’m staying prayed up on these hoes

Lloyd Banks – Killa Theme Lyrics

[Verse-Lloyd Banks]
Ay the game is survival
You wouldn’t know a real nigga if he walked up and robbed you
They gonna have to revive you
Cause if i slide thru, i wouldn’t be there if i was you
You smoke and they gonna let on us
You damn near retarded a small yellow bus
I pull a Porsche out in the fall for the rush
Careful the cops want us all in the cuffs
We put up houses and haul on the trucks
When i move smooth, ima ball til im dust
Plus, you niggas can’t eat no more
Or, walk around in the street no more
I run this city, thats why my feet so sore
I got the whole hood hooked ‘he so raw’
I pull up on your set, with bad intentions
Like a bullet in ya neck
Anybody can get it the cal’ and the sket
I drink away to pay and pop mo’ on the jet
A bag of the goo rock the mall when im set
Jus got a new calico and a tec
Fresh haircut powder all on my neck
Next stop stop at the mall in the vet
The green gang with me and the all hold sket
Nah we ain’t gonna send ya girl home yet
She G B and we all want next
300 thousand we all know less
Unless its small, a European tour
Car code handle on a European door
Niggas get money but the Unit gettin more
Troopers on the roof, stashbox in the floor
Green and white bow with the matchin valour
Air hold muffler attached to the 4
And a batch and the raw

[Bridge-Lloyd Banks]
You niggas better move man when we come thru the door
Movin with the Uz’ man, you’ll be a body on the floor
We dont go by the rules and we break any fuckin law
Niggas gonna lose man

[Verse-Tony Yayo]
Im on the flyin spur shit, chinchilla that fur shit
40 cal watch me murc shit
Niggas out in the hood so im out in Cancun
Labels eatin off some garbage like some damn raccoons
Clap all ya goons, knock a barrell in the sky
Sun hit the watch and the bezel hurt ya eyes
G-unit is the team we the hottest group out
Got me in a Phantom, the hottest coupe out
Some live to the fullest, some never get ahead
O.G’s doin life, young boys in the feds
Tough times dont last, tough people do
Crack and rap money thats my revenue
And you wanna stick who?, what the fuck is you thinkin
100 dollars from my ATM will have you stinkin
My chain blingin, VVS stones its all good
Southside, Bedstuy, catch me in the hood

[Yayo talking]
Yeaa, Rotten Apple nigga, comin this Summer
I dont give a fuck who you are, what label you on
When Banks drop, Blue Heffner, Gangreen, you better push back nigga
Ya heard?!, you can be on Interscope, you can be on Def Jam nigga
And if i get on parol…im on parol
If i get off this probation yall niggas is in trouble man, For real
Lloyd Banks, Blue Heffner, Rotten Apple nigga the hottest shit out
Muthafucka, mixtape is better than ya muthafuckin album
Yo Banks man, fuckin run New York nigga you know what time it is
Fitty wattup, Buck wattup!

Monty – Know Shit Lyrics

[Hook: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Y’all don’t ever know shit
On the road so long they’ll think I’m homeless
Four phones, three hoes, too good for one bitch
I been on some cold shit, they don’t need to know shit, woah
They don’t need to know shit
I just did a few shows, now my neck the coldest
And I’m with some niggas that’ll beat you like you stole shit
When you see me posted, act like you don’t know (you don’t know)

[Verse 1: Monty]
Ayy, money I’ma go get
Monty from the Zoo, you don’t need to know shit
Wasn’t there when I was down, you was on some go shit
Bad bitch from the town, I give her the whole dick
Ayy, ayy, lil’ nigga hold this
And I’m screamin’ 17, you know who I roll with
And she playin’ for the team, you gon’ let my bro hit
Monty ooh be so slick, pull up on ’em, oh shit (skrrt, skrrt)
I be with a dime ho
Got so many diamonds in my Rollie you’d think time froze
Gettin’ to the money ’cause the money on my mind though
You know how I’m livin’, prolly in a different time zone
Remy Boyz in Highbridge, and your ho my side bitch
Monty Zoo, I got this, I be on some hot shit
Remy Boyz in Highbridge, and your ho my side bitch
Monty Zoo, I got this, I be on some hot shit, yeah

[Hook: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Y’all don’t ever know shit
On the road so long they’ll think I’m homeless
Four phones, three hoes, too good for one bitch
I been on some cold shit, they don’t need to know shit, woah
They don’t need to know shit
I just did a few shows, now my neck the coldest
And I’m with some niggas that’ll beat you like you stole shit
When you see me posted, act like you don’t know (you don’t know)

[Verse 2: Monty]
And I’ve been on some cold shit, I’ve been on some cold shit
If you see me posted, act like you don’t know shit
I be shittin’ on my haters, know I make ’em so sick
Four phones, three hoes I can get a lil’ wet, ayy, ayy
She gon’ give me dome quick
On the road so long, man I think I’m homesick
And I’m with some niggas that’ll beat you like you stole shit
I’m with Boogie Wit Da Hoodie, got it locked and loaded
I just did a few shows, I’ma need a few Os
Monty Zoo, I’m up next, got these niggas upset
Remy Boyz in Highbridge, and your ho my side bitch
Monty Zoo, I got this, I be on some hot shit, yeah

[Hook: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Y’all don’t ever know shit
On the road so long they’ll think I’m homeless
Four phones, three hoes, too good for one bitch
I been on some cold shit, they don’t need to know shit, woah
They don’t need to know shit
I just did a few shows, now my neck the coldest
And I’m with some niggas that’ll beat you like you stole shit
When you see me posted, act like you don’t know (you don’t know)
Woah

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Wit Da Shitz Lyrics

[Plug Studios]

Woah

[Gunna Gunna]

[Intro: Billionaire Black and A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Clout God
Gunna whatup bro
You ain’t with the shit
You ain’t with the shits
You ain’t with the shits
Say you drilling you ain’t shootin shit
A Boogie
Say you trapping you ain’t doing shit

[Hook: Billionaire Black]
You say you a trapper you ain’t moving bricks
You say you a killer you ain’t killing shit
Say you drilling you ain’t doing shit
Boy stop flexing I know you ain’t with the shits
You ain’t with the shits, You ain’t with the shits
You ain’t with the shits, You ain’t with the shits
You say you trapping you ain’t moving bricks
You say you drilling you ain’t shootin shit

[Verse 1: Billionaire Black]
You ain’t with the shits you ain’t with the shits
You pack work but never seen a quarter brick
The plug just sent me ten I ordered six
I just fucked a sack off on some Jordan kicks
You ain’t with the shits nigga stop the flexing
Nigga want some drank know Ima tax em
My niggas with the shit they bout that action
Catch me up in traffic automatics
You ain’t with the shits nigga why you frauding
Ski mask on my niggas robbing
Nigga you don’t want these problems
We got choppers and revolvers we’ll solve ya

[Hook: Billionaire Black]
You say you a trapper you ain’t moving bricks
You say you a killer you ain’t killing shit
Say you drilling you ain’t doing shit
Boy stop flexing I know you ain’t with the shits
You ain’t with the shits, You ain’t with the shits
You ain’t with the shits, You ain’t with the shits
You say you trapping you ain’t moving bricks
You say you drilling you ain’t shootin shit

[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
You say with the shits
You say you flippin bricks
But nigga I know you ain’t really into
I got a smith on me
But I will always keep a k with me
We the men in black
If this brick on me ain’t adding up what I paid
Ima send it back
And if this bitch with me don’t open up and give me brain
Nigga Ima send her back
Cus I ain’t feelin that shit
Word to motha
Ion know if niggas hate or love us
In they feelings and shit
Pour it up and then I sip it up
I’m leaning up feeling like I had a pill in that shit
Bitches only wanna fuck us cus we clouting up
I know what’s up I been on that shit
Counting hundreds
I fuck it up I fuck it up
You know my pieces hitting and shit
You ain’t with it
Nigga why you flexing
I could tell you flexing
Boy you not bout that action
Lights camera but you not bout that action
Ya bitch she on me think she like how I’m rapping
? Up like I’m Tyson and Jackson
Then say what up to you like it never happened
A boogie with the shits like a napkin

[Hook: Billionaire Black]
You say you a trapper you ain’t moving bricks
You say you a killer you ain’t killing shit
Say you drilling you ain’t doing shit
Boy stop flexing I know you ain’t with the shits
You ain’t with the shits, You ain’t with the shits
You ain’t with the shits, You ain’t with the shits
You say you trapping you ain’t moving bricks
You say you drilling you ain’t shootin shit

Rick Ross – Kyrie Lyrics

[Intro]
(DP on the beat)
Man: Listen Rozay I want some dope, I heard y’all sell dope
Ross: So what type of dope you want bitch?
Maybach Music

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving

[Verse 1]
Stephen Curry, Under Armour on my gang
They hit me close range, bitch ain’t hit a thing
Cut the dog food up with the (?)
The junkies they hit ’em like a canon ball
Don’t nobody do it like Miami does
Bought 20 kilos, coulda bought Miami subs
Let her snort a line so she can get a buzz
She says she want a dime, I told her get a dub
My city one big hospice, I could pull the plug
Them bitches it’s us before we pulling up
Keep it gangster, 20 bottles of Bel-Air
And got all of the dope boy’s hands in the air

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 2]
I wanna build a mansion in Port-Au-Prince
Speaking creole with all of my Haitian friends
Kilos for the low and Bahamas the (?)
Everything is diamond, can’t cop in a drought
I’m breezing through the beats, shout my nigga Pauchillo
Dave Grutman in the building, toast like the Goodfellas
20 million, baby that’s my water bill
Got Puffy on the phone talking a quarter bill
Piece of honey now I’m talking Taco Bell
Youngest nigga in the US with 100 mil
Ain’t too many hoes I haven’t done for real
Money in my pocket, boy I’m number one for real
Benz running and I’m sitting on the trunk
Rolling up a blunt, getting my dick sucked

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 3]
I see you fucking up like you a Donald Trump
I cast a vote and get a pussy nigga slumped
I gave my dog a stack, that shit was barely lunch
He got it done and called me back like batter’s up
He hit a bystander which didn’t matter much
And then I ate that pussy like Captain Crunch
We cruising (?) like we was Mexican
When it come to your hustle, exhibit excellence
Step to my clique and you’ll meet the exorcist
If you’re ever in debt then you’ll be the deficit
In the oval office and I’m iced out
Ankle monitor beeping in the white house

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

OMARION – It’s Whatever lyrics

Matters is crazy, it’s whatever, whatever
All day yeah, it’s whatever, whatever
Oh, oh-ohh, oh, oh, oh, oh-ohhh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I’ve been only single four months
I’m just tryna get my swag back
Probably try to catch a few kids
It’s like a never (?)
Torn apart, catch me, I’m on the run
Told my BM she can have that
Put that on my daughter and my son
Every night I’m having flashbacks
So it’s probably wise that

So it’s probably wise that you know that I’m on
You don’t cross the line
Fuck your glass of wine
It’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever, it’s whatever
It’s whatever, it’s whatever-whatever, it’s whatever

I musta did it to myself
Look unfamiliar to myself
You don’t remember what you did
I can do that all by myself
I had to put this shit on record
I’m probably better by myself
I had to put this shit on record
Just so you could get the message

So it’s probably wise that you know that I’m on
You don’t cross the line
Fuck your glass of wine
It’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
(?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever, it’s whatever
It’s whatever, it’s whatever-whatever, it’s whatever

I musta did it to myself
Look unfamiliar to myself
You don’t remember what you did
I’m probably better by myself
Whatever, whatever, whatever
You like to talk bout forever
Talk bout what’s right for (?)
(?)
So far can’t turn back now
I guess we found out no basic
(?)

So usually around this time I’d drop a mixtape way back
You know and the truth of the matter is that I’m putting my soul into my next album
Make it a true reflection of now and I can’t wait for you to hear it so

BETTY WHO – Human Touch lyrics

Good love is so hard to find
We got it right for a while
Do you get lonely at night?
We don’t have to go higher, we don’t have to go

The lights, cold nights, remember when
I call you every now and then
So good, that on and off again
And on again

Oh, why don’t you come over?
Baby be close to me, just like you used to be
Oh, one more night to hold ya
We don’t have to call it love, we just need a human touch
We don’t have to call it love, we just need a human touch

I always loved how you dressed
And I’m overdue for a fix
Just with a touch of your lips
I want you to come home, I want you to come home

The lights, cold nights, remember when
I call you every now and then
So good, that on and off again
And on again

Oh, why don’t you come over?
Baby be close to me, just like you used to be
Oh, one more night to hold ya
We don’t have to call it love, we just need a human touch
We don’t have to call it love, we just need a human touch

Baby I love how you love in the in between
Baby I love how it feels when you’re holding me
Baby I love how you love in the in between
Baby I love it, I love it
Oh, why don’t you come over?
Baby be close to me, just like you used to be

Oh, why don’t you come over?
Baby be close to me, just like you used to be
Oh, one more night to hold ya
We don’t have to call it love, we just need a human touch
We don’t have to call it love, we just need a human touch

We don’t have to call it love, we just need a human touch

Thomas Rhett – Star Of The Show lyrics

Walking down the street, hand in mine
It don’t keep them other guys
And their wandering eyes from looking at you
That’s alright and that’s okay
Who can blame ’em anyway?
You’re so pretty, and you ain’t even got a clue

Cause everywhere we go girl
You’re the star of the show
And everybody’s wondering and wanting to know
What’s your name?
Who’s that girl, with the prettiest smile in the world?
Oh, what gets me the most is you don’t even know
That you are, you are, you are
The star of the show
You’re the star of the show, yeah, baby

Friday night on the town
We walk in and you draw a crowd
Even the band seems to sing for you
Ease on up, order a drink, barkeep says its all on me
You look at me and laugh
Like you don’t know what to do
Baby you’re so cute

Cause everywhere we go girl
You’re the star of the show
And everybody’s wondering and wanting to know
Whats your name?
Who’s that girl, with the prettiest smile in the world?
Oh, what gets me the most is you don’t even know
That you are, you are, you are
The star of the show, yeah
You’re the star of the show, baby, yeah yeah

Even in a ponytail in a pair of jeans you look like a cover
Of a magazine, baby you’re the only one who doesn’t see

That everywhere we go girl
You’re the star of the show
And everyone’s wondering and wanting to know
Whats your name?
Who’s that girl with the luckiest guy in the world?
Oh, what gets me the most is you don’t even know
That you are, you are, you are
You are, you are, you are, baby
You are, you are, you are, you are
The star of the show..

Don’t you know, you’re the star of the show, baby

Vaults – One Day I’ll Fly Away

I may get along
When love is gone
Still you made your mark
Here in my heart

One day I’ll fly away
Leave your love to yesterday
What more can your love do for me?
When will love be through with me?

I followed the night
Can’t stand the light
When will I begin
My life again?

One day I’ll fly away
Leave your love to yesterday
What more can your love do for me?
When will love be through with me?

Why live life from dream to dream?
And dread the day that dreaming ends

One day I’ll fly away

Leave your love to yesterday
What more can your love do for me?
When will love be through with me?

Why live life from dream to dream?
And dread the day that dreaming ends

One day I’ll fly away
Fly away
One day I’ll fly away

Fly away
Fly away

Alyssa Reid – Badlands

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Philthy Rich – Money in the Trap (Remix)

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RaeLynn – Insecure

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Lisa Ajax – Santa Bring My Baby To Me

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THEY. – What You Want

[Verse 1]
We was from the North side, went to Georgetown
[?]
Head down, big stuff like oh my
Ever since you moved to California
You ain’t been the same, you ain’t been the same
Know you think you sweet but I know you ain’t
[?], you know what it takes
You know how to get it

[Pre-Hook]
What you want from me? You know who I am
I take what I get, that’s just how I am
Give it all to me, I know what you did
Don’t care what you say, I know where you’ve been

[Hook]
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
You think you’re slick, but I like you
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
You think you’re slick, but I like you
That’s okay, that’s alright

[Verse 2]
You the one that gon’ act like you don’t know who we are
We the only niggas in here who could buy the bar
Throw them matching titties, they gon’ get you very far
Knock them out the bar, you got the juice like Barry Bonds
Lord, you got them blessings, girl, you know just who you are
You could get it better, bring it back, I swear to God
We can make a movie, girl, and you could be the star
Fly you out the country just to hit that ass abroad

[Pre-Hook]
What you want from me? You know who I am
I take what I get, that’s just how I am
Give it all to me, I know what you did
Don’t care what you say, I know where you’ve been

[Hook]
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
You think you’re slick, but I like it
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
You think you’re slick, but I like it
That’s okay, that’s alright

DNCE – Be Mean

[Verse 1]
They say you like the torture honey
But don’t forget the whip
My left hand’s getting loose
But don’t let me slip
You said you got some handcuffs
We’ll throw out the key
I don’t need a safe word
But you don’t gotta save me

[Pre-Chorus]
If pain’s what you like
Torture me all night

[Chorus]
Keep on burnin’
Love how you keep me hurting
So ooh-ooh be mean, be mean to me
Be mean to me
With that body, you got the right to get naughty
So ooh-ooh be mean, be mean to me
Be mean to me

[Verse 2]
You say you gotta be the boss
Cause you pay them bills
There’s a brand new position
That someone’s gotta fill (pick me)
They say you need a whisper
You wanna hear me scream
Lookin’ so smokin’
Honey, I can hardly breathe

[Pre-Chorus]
If pain’s what you like
Torture me all night

[Chorus]
Keep on burnin’
Love how you keep me hurting
So ooh-ooh be mean, be mean to me
Be mean to me
With that body, you got the right to get naughty
So ooh-ooh be mean, be mean to me
Be mean to me

Would you promise that you’ll always be mean, be mean to me?
Would you promise that you’ll always be mean, be mean to me?

[Bridge]
(You gotta be mean, Baby
Listen up, hey)
Gladly I’ll take poison from your lips (from your lips)
Touch you when I burn my fingertips, ah, ah
I blame that to love, I must commit
If you want, then I’ll submit
If you want, then I’ll submit
(Ow!)

[Chorus]
Keep on burnin’
Love how you keep me hurting
So ooh-ooh be mean, be mean to me
Be mean to me
With that body, you got the right to get naughty
So ooh-ooh be mean, be mean to me
Be mean to me

Would you promise that you’ll always be mean, be mean to me?
Would you promise that you’ll always be mean, be mean to me?

Claudia Leitte – Taquitá

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Morandi – Keep You Safe

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Young Thug – Do It By Myself

[Hook : Young Thug]
Do it by myself
No, I don’t need no help
Woah, woah, Balmains with a belt
No, she can’t get inside my whip
No, no

[Verse 1 : Young Thug]
Hand me that molly, pass me that molly
I’m sneaking, I’m looking mischevious
These bitches gon’ show me they ’bout it
And they not strippers, they ass is so real temperpedic
Pop one pop two then I go try it
Then I’mma fuck that bitch inside like someone knockin’
I’m covered in green like a goblin
And I fly around this little bitch like I know they can’t stop me
Pass me the deuce
I’mma hit ’em in the club with the deuce
Index finger making love to the deuce
Smoking one when I show [?] how to do
Mink for everybody come in the crew
Not a single nigga dub in the crew
Slimey snakes now she lovin’ the zoo
Fuck with TIP so I bought me some AKOO
Treat her nice and now she love it
Ass so big I want to hug it
Her mouth gon’ open like a buggy
No pistol I got that hoe bustin’
Got these niggas goin’ out and cussing
[?]
I promise I ain’t cuffin’ that bitch, ain’t in custody
Im not pillow talking about nothing

[Hook : Young Thug]
Do it by myself
No, I don’t need no help
Woah, woah, Balmains with a belt
No, she can’t get inside my whip
No, no

[Verse 2 : Young Thug]
27 Hunnit’ for Balmain
I put them little bitches right on, and go fuck with the line
Bitches can’t step on my garment
They do just what I say, and you know I’m leading them on
Braid my hair back, call it crochet
Im gangster like cliché, and you know I’m bringing it on
Yeah I’m bringing it on, toast and a cheer cause I’m bring it on!
Packer yeah, Packer yeah, cheese on ya head like a muthafucka Packer yeah
Po up a four, man we need us some ice and we need us some sytrofoams shit
Suck on that dick, till you make that muthafucka stand like a tower yeah
Fuck that lil’ nigga, don’t get mad he broke
Thats why he acting sour, yeah
Nigga need to go and get they self some money
Nigga nigga thought the words from my bunny
I took Molly, now a whole in my tummy
Foreign bitch got me speaking ebonics
Pull up boy, you know all my cars they running
Buffalo car, my sofa like Jumanji
Bring that shit to me, fuck the price its nothing
I don’t need help I can …

[Hook : Young Thug]
Do it by myself
No, I don’t need no help
Woah, woah, Balmains with a belt
No, she can’t get inside my whip
No, no

[Verse 3 : Rula Da Messiah]

[Hook : Young Thug (x2)]
Do it by myself
No, I don’t need no help
Woah, woah, Balmains with a belt
No, she can’t get inside my whip
No, no

Rick Ross – Kyrie

[Intro]
(DP on the beat)
Man: Listen Rozay I want some dope, I heard y’all sell dope
Ross: So what type of dope you want bitch?
Maybach Music

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving

[Verse 1]
Stephen Curry, Under Armour on my gang
They hit me close range, bitch ain’t hit a thing
Cut the dog food up with the (?)
The junkies they hit ’em like a canon ball
Don’t nobody do it like Miami does
Bought 20 kilos, coulda bought Miami subs
Let her snort a line so she can get a buzz
She says she want a dime, I told her get a dub
My city one big hospice, I could pull the plug
Them bitches it’s us before we pulling up
Keep it gangster, 20 bottles of Bel-Air
And got all of the dope boy’s hands in the air

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 2]
I wanna build a mansion in Port-Au-Prince
Speaking creole with all of my Haitian friends
Kilos for the low and Bahamas the (?)
Everything is diamond, can’t cop in a drought
I’m breezing through the beats, shout my nigga Pauchillo
Dave Grubman in the building, toast like the Goodfellas
20 million, baby that’s my water bill
Got Puffy on the phone talking a quarter bill
Piece of honey now I’m talking Taco Bell
Youngest nigga in the US with 100 mil
Ain’t too many hoes I haven’t done for real
Money in my pocket, boy I’m number one for real
Benz running and I’m sitting on the trunk
Rolling up a blunt, getting my dick sucked

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 3]
I see you fucking up like you a Donald Trump
I cast a vote and get a pussy nigga slumped
I gave my dog a stack, that shit was barely lunch
He got it done and called me back like batter’s up
He hit a bystander which didn’t matter much
And then I ate that pussy like Captain Crunch
We cruising (?) like we was Mexican
When it come to your hustle, exhibit excellence
Step to my clique and you’ll meet the exorcist
If you’re ever in debt then you’ll be the deficit
In the oval office and I’m iced out
Ankle monitor beeping in the white house

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work