ALICIA KEYS – That’s What’s Up lyrics

You want me to give you a testimony about my life
And how good he’s been to me
I don’t know what to tell you about him
I love him so much with all my heart and my soul
With every bone in my body I love him so much
Because he’s done so much for me

Ladies and Gentleman allow me my testimony
I’m so blessed, I’m so blessed
And it feels so good, it feels so good
So good to be free
Oh keep your prayers
Keep your prayers in someway

Let all your innovations lead the world
Can nobody leave me
Can nobody leave me like you
I want to thank you Lord
For all the love
Your love
Time after time you lifted me up
No no, you never let me down
Now that’s what’s up
That’s whats up

CHRIS LANE – For Her lyrics

She got a smile that makes your worst day
Feel like it’s your birthday
She’s got a laugh like confetti
Would change her name if she’d let me

She’s got a way of changing the game
The way that you play, it’s never the same

She’s the kind that makes you wanna
Ride around, windows down
Yell with the radio
She’s the kind that makes you wanna
Drop your plans, drop a grand
Hell where the money goes
She make you wanna fight for her
She make you wanna die for her, yeah
She make you wanna fall
Make you want it all, make you wanna call
She make you wanna die for her

The way that she moves
Is like a soft glow, flicker of a candle
She turns my cool into disaster
Heart is pumping faster

She’s head to toe, body and soul
So beautiful, she don’t even know

She’s the kind that makes you wanna
Ride around, windows down
Yell with the radio
She’s the kind that makes you wanna
Drop your plans, drop a grand
Hell where the money goes
She make you wanna fight for her
She make you wanna die for her, yeah
She make you wanna fall
Make you want it all, make you wanna call

She make you wanna die for her
Yeah-eh, yeah
Yeah-eh, yeah
Yeah-eh, yeah
She make you wanna die for her
Yeah-eh, yeah
Yeah-eh, yeah
Yeah-eh, yeah

For her, I would walk a straight line
Wear out the soles in my shoes
For her, I would run through the night
Just to kiss her one more time
If she wanted me to

She’s the kind that makes you wanna
Ride around, windows down
Yell with the radio
She’s the kind that makes you wanna
Drop your plans, drop a grand
Hell where the money goes
She make you wanna fight for her
She make you wanna die for her, yeah
She make you wanna fall
Make you want it all, make you wanna call

She make you wanna die for her
Yeah-eh, yeah
Yeah-eh, yeah
Yeah-eh, yeah
She make you wanna die for her
Yeah-eh, yeah
Yeah-eh, yeah
Yeah-eh, yeah

JON PARDI – Dirt On My Boots lyrics

Been up since the crack of dawn
Just trying to paid
Been hotter than a thousand suns
I can’t find no shade
Just two more roads and I’m good to go
Yeah, I’m shutting this tractor down
Get me a half an hour for a shave or a shower
And I’ll be outside your house

Might have a little dirt on my boots
But I’m taking you uptown tonight
Might have a little mud on my wheels
But they’re gonna shine with you’re up inside
Gonna hit the club, gonna cut a rug
Burn it up like neon lights
Might have a little dirt on my boots
But we’re gonna dance the dust right off them tonight
Got a little dirt on my boots

Hard as I worked all day
I’m gonna work harder loving on you
Spin you all over that dance floor
Right out of them high heel shoes
And when you’re ready to quit
Baby, we can slip right out of that barroom door
And when I take you home, don’t worry babe
I’m gonna kick them off on the porch

Might have a little dirt on my boots
But I’m taking you uptown tonight
Might have a little mud on my wheels
But they’re gonna shine with you’re up inside
Gonna hit the club, gonna cut a rug
Burn it up like neon lights
Might have a little dirt on my boots
But we’re gonna dance the dust right off them tonight
Got a little dirt on my boots

A little dirty dancing, blue collar romancing
I can get cleaned up if you ask me
But I can only get so fancy

Might have a little dirt on my boots
But I’m taking you uptown tonight
Might have a little mud on my wheels
But they’re gonna shine with you’re up inside
Gonna hit the club, gonna cut a rug
Burn it up like neon lights
Might have a little dirt on my boots
But we’re gonna dance the dust right off them tonight
Got a little dirt on my boots
Got a little dirt on my boots
Got a little dirt on my boots

G Herbo – Reject Lyrics

G herbo
Ay, 150 Dreamteam man you know what it is
Everything foreign all foreign whips all we do is switch lanes

[Hook]

Ay, Money power can’t forget about respect
Me and my niggas gon’ die for ours
Used to be a Reject begging and working at shop for hours
Now i run up free checks staying up late counting racks for hours
Used to rock the bright link 2013 for ride wit sour
Then i copped the Roley seeing what time it is in the shower
Now i might cop the Piguet Nigga i used to be a Reject
Member nights i couldn’t get no sleep now i’m up counting racks for hours

[Verse 1]

Everyday presidential Roley now i might cop the Piguet
Might pull up new Porsche, R8, I8 or i might hop the G Wag
Young nigga stay fresh Balmain pockets full of rubber bands on each side
They remember G Herbo i was selling product toting autos on the Eastside 8 block and the opps gon’ stay on they side
They already know how we ride
Might pull up 3 whips Glock 45 hop out niggas getting deep fried
Posted up in the gangway off the apartments nah we don’t come from the projects
Pussy boys don’t never wanna come where i’m at you will get kidnapped car jacked
Get a pass wit me where you tryna shop at (?)
Know i gotta keep it on me, 30 tatted on me right here next to my Roc tatt or the 40 Glock 22 one hand XD 2 hands this 40 compact
Riding round wit my guys said might as well get high already gone off contact
Kobe turned me on to lean i turned me on to paper
Said watch the ones you call your own turn on your owner haters
I see niggas when they smiling i catch on to fakers
But they know they better not start wildin i got chrome for takers
I don’t wanna pay no rent i’m tryna own a acre
Yeah i own my own my estate i ain’t used to own a Sega
Young nigga got a Visa now i ain’t talking chasers
Im talking if i wanted own my own home in Jamaica
Them packs gone touch down guaranteed from Hong Kong to Jamaica
Them packs gone land insurance me when i’m home from Jamaica
I Call up Zues he bring the heat when i’m all in Jamaica
And if you pay that extra fee it get flown on the daily
This rap shit taught me a lot of things Good and Bad
Ups and Downs i been a lot of places
I done met a lot of folks i made a lot of faces
Mean i done met a lot of folks i seen a lot of faces
Different cities in the club throwing money popping Aces
Spending racks Dolce shirt go with this Prada cases
Dead white folks on me now but i am not a racist
And my bitch straight from the island she’s not a basic
She don’t speak no english she just loves a reject

[Hook]

Ay, Money power can’t forget about respect
Me and my niggas gon’ die for ours
Used to be a Reject begging and working at shop for hours
Now i run up free checks staying up late counting racks for hours
Used to rock the bright link 2013 for ride wit sour
Then i copped the Roley seeing what time it is in the shower
Now i might cop the Piguet Nigga i used to be a Reject
Member nights i couldn’t get no sleep now i’m up counting racks for hours

James Blunt – Love Me Better Lyrics

[Verse 1]
People say the meanest things
I’ve been called a dick, I’ve been called so many things
I know I’ve done some shit that I admit deserves it
But that…that don’t mean it doesn’t sting
Saw you standing outside a bar
Would have said you’re beautiful but I’ve used that line before
Now I’ve had my share of shallow nights
‘Cause I was scared to get it right
So I was hanging with whoever

[Chorus 1]
But baby then you…
You love, love, love me, love me better
You love, love, love me, love me better
There’s been times I gave myself
To someone else, to someone lesser than you
You love, love, love me, love me better

[Post-Chorus]
Love me
Love me better
Love me
Love me better

[Verse 2]
When I met you I was treading water
And baby I know you know I got an eye that wanders
But right now in this car that we’re driving to your sister’s
All I’m lookin’ for is something that’s forever

[Chorus 2]
Baby then you…
You loves, loves, loves me, love me better
You love, love, love me, love me better
There’ve been people that I’ve loved before
But they were something lesser, ’cause you…
You love, love, love me, love me better

[Post-Chorus]
Loves me
Loves me better
Loves me
Loves me better

[Bridge]
People say the meanest things
Yeah, but truth be told, I don’t care what they think
I got someone who is lying in my bed lying right next to me
Yeah she….loves, loves, loves me
Loves, loves, loves me, loves me better

[Post-Chorus]
Loves me
Loves me better
Loves me
Loves me better

[Chorus 3]
There’s been times I gave myself
To someone else, to someone lesser than you
You love, love, love me, love me better

Jacquees – My Bizness Lyrics

[Intro]
Give you a little bit of this
Give you a little more of that
You know there’s a lot more where that came from
I heard it ain’t working for you
So I’m thinking ’bout working my move

[Verse 1]
You know I tell no lie (Tell no lie)
Look you deep in your eyes (Deep in your eyes)
You’ve been patient for awhile now
Think it’s time I take you down

[Pre-Hook]
One time ain’t enough
Give you a rub down to your stuff
Drop it down now back it up
I’m a man now beat it up
Say my name while I be hitting it
I play no games when I be hitting it
It ain’t no pain when I be hitting it
I’ll live this moment
Can’t you see how bad I want it?
I heard the signs come jump on it
I read your mind know you want me
Better decisions deserve a better route
Yes this I know
And everything I own
Let me call your phone
Girl you know

[Hook]
You’re my bizness
You’re my bizness
Oh yeah oh yeah
Girl you’re my bizness
Girl you’re my bizness
Oh yeah, yeah yeah
That’s why I’m hitting it
That’s why I’m hitting it
(Yeah that’s why)
Girl you’re my bizness
Girl you’re my bizness

[Verse 2]
In your place I provide
What you eat?
What you drive? (Oh what you drive)
Know I’m numb for your commitment (Commitment)
Even though I won’t listen (Won’t listen)

[Pre-Hook]
One time ain’t enough
Give you a rub down to your stuff
Drop it down now back it up
I’m a man now beat it up
Say my name while I be hitting it
I play no games when I be hitting it
It ain’t no pain when I be hitting it
I’ll live this moment
Can’t you see how bad I want it?
I heard the signs come jump on it
I read your mind know you want me
Better decisions deserve a better route
Yes this I know
And everything I own
Let me call your phone
Girl you know

[Hook]
You’re my bizness
You’re my bizness
Oh yeah oh yeah
Girl you’re my bizness
Girl you’re my bizness
Oh yeah, yeah yeah
That’s why I’m hitting it
That’s why I’m hitting it
(Yeah that’s why)
Girl you’re my bizness
Girl you’re my bizness

Jacquees – Supposed Too Lyrics

[Intro]
(Rich Gang)
Ah
You know we goin’ up
Gotta keep goin’ up
Can’t stop goin’ up
(Beezo) Uh!
What you do?
This

[Hook]
Ran it up like I’m supposed to
Do it big like him supposed to
Stay down like I’m supposed to
Dab there like I’m supposed to
Secure the swag like I’m supposed to
Secure the bag like I’m supposed to
I’m Michael Jackson wit a gold tooth
I caught the wave, what they gon’ do?
Pussy nigga ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa
Hoho whoa
Pussy nigga ion ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa (I got ’em)
Hoho whoa

[Verse 1]
I push the lambo and it’s drop top
I got them dreads bitch I’m a mop top
I’m fine shoots at all the side talk
These diamonds shine look like the stars out
You play with me gon’ show up at ya mom house
Everything goes once the goons out
Damn it I put a bad bitch on a mission
Show her the playlist shawty go and get it
Double the profit now we gotta spend it
Pour up some G you know it keep her litty
Singin’ to her like I’m Otis
I hit the lil’ one and I hit the oldest
I just went from the shower to the ?
Birdman the hottest bitch I be the coldest
Playin’ the game I’m winnin’ me some tokens
Money make all the bitches be important
But I ain’t got time for them hoes
Drop a dime on them hoes

[Hook]
Ran it up like I’m supposed to
Do it big like him supposed to
Stay down like I’m supposed to
Dab there like I’m supposed to
Secure the swag like I’m supposed to
Secure the bag like I’m supposed to
I’m Michael Jackson wit a gold tooth
I caught the wave, what they gon’ do?
Pussy nigga ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa
Hoho whoa
Pussy nigga ion ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa (Yeah)
Hoho whoa

[Verse 2: Birdman]
Pussy nigga we showed you
Spend a band and we fold a few
Bitch know I control you
We livin’ life and high road too
Put it down ion know you
Ace nigga wit the chrome trigga
Ship a thousand gram and we load you
Slanted eyes, side view
Strap it up if they size you
These bitches see that we glow nigga
Get money nigga and we high too
Big money fo’ sho nigga
If you ridin’ the wave then we don’ know you
Hunnid g’s with hunnid keys
But a hunnid B’s in them Bentley coupes
That big money, no fake cake
Big money wit paper plates
86 we 88
Jumped out we cleared the plates
Aired off, steak plates
Long sticks, banana plates
Hunnid g’s wit a hunnid ways
Wit a bad bitch wit a pretty face

[Hook]
Ran it up like I’m supposed to
Do it big like him supposed to
Stay down like I’m supposed to
Dab there like I’m supposed to
Secure the swag like I’m supposed to
Secure the bag like I’m supposed to
I’m Michael Jackson wit a gold tooth
I caught the wave, what they gon’ do?
Pussy nigga ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa
Hoho whoa
Pussy nigga ion ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa
Hoho whoa

Paloma Ford – That Shit Ain’t Cool

[Verse 1]
Its 4 in the morning, you still at home yeah
Oh yeah, yeah I phoned ya
What the fuck is your problem nigga
Whenever I’m with ya, its always right by ya
Why you keep tryin’ like I don’t know when you’re lyin’ nigga
Ain’t no, ain’t no way I’m waitin’ on you
Oh no no momma didn’t raise no fool
I ain’t gon’ lie, heart can’t take more, can’t take more
You ain’t got no more time, you ain’t got no more time
Fuck you give me more time
What about the last time nigga
Last time was the last time nigga
Last time was the last time hey
No that shit wasn’t cool hey
You thought that shit was cool

[Hook]
Like you weren’t about my feelings
Lyin’ about these bitches
Like I ain’t been there for you nigga
Anytime anywhere for you nigga
That shit ain’t cool, that shit ain’t cool
And like you weren’t about my feelings
Lyin’ about these bitches
Anytime anywhere, anywhere for you nigga
That shit ain’t cool

[Verse 2]
First you the homie, then you just met her
You getting sloppy nigga
Cause you personally, don’t mean to leave
You didn’t stay, why the fuck do I bother with ya
Cleary you’re a child that likes to play
And I ain’t got no time to play no games
I’m really really grown, with an attitude long
And you still can’t admit when you’re wrong
Nigga that shit ain’t cool
I know I said it was all good
But then I asked my homegirl
She said fuck that nigga he no good god damn
It was only you I wanted but
I got more than I wanted when I got it
You know that wasn’t cool
You say you focused on your business
It seem like you on these bitches
That ain’t cool, no no, no no, that shit ain’t cool

[Hook]
Like you weren’t about my feelings (oh yeah)
Lyin’ about these bitches
Like I ain’t been there for you nigga
Anytime anywhere, anywhere for you nigga
That shit ain’t cool, that shit ain’t cool
And like I ain’t been down for you nigga
Anytime anywhere, anywhere for you nigga
That shit ain’t cool

Pond – Sweep Me Off My Feet

[Verse]
Hey, you, I’m not bold or cool or masculine
Maybe you’re just waiting for the perfect Latin lover to walk in
I’m not him
Between my penis and my chin is Camembert and shame
I used to be elegantly thin
I’m sorry babe, we both missed that train
Oh, no, if I follow you all your girlfriends will know
Then I’ll wind up with the other fools waiting
Wasting, wasting his time following you ’round
Another lonely guy with longing in his eye
But you said your man is bringing you down

[Chorus]
Someone sweep me off my feet
I am not an angel, I’m barely a man
I’m lonely but I’m here
Baby, understand
Someone sweep me off my feet

[Chorus]
Someone sweep me off my feet
I am not an angel, I’m barely a man
I’m lonely but I’m here
Baby, understand
Someone sweep me off my feet

Steve Aoki & Louis Tomlinson – Just Hold On (On Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

Wish that you could build a time machine
So you could see
The things no one can see
Feels like you’re standing on the edge
Looking at the stars
And wishing you were them

‪What do you do when a chapter ends?‬
‪Do you close the book and never read it again?‬
‪Where do you go when your story’s done?‬
‪You can be who you were or who you’ll become‬
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh, if it all goes wrong‬
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh, darling just hold on‬

‪The sun goes down and it comes back up‬
‪The world it turns no matter what‬
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh, if it all goes wrong
Darling, just hold on

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh, darling, just hold on
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh

It’s not over ’til it’s all been said‬
‪It’s not over ’til your dying breath‬
‪So what do you want them to say when you’re gone?‬
‪That you gave up or that you kept going on?‬

‪What do you do when a chapter ends?‬
‪Do you close the book and never read it again?‬
‪Where do you go when your story’s done?‬
‪You can be who you were or who you’ll become‬
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh, ‪if it all goes wrong‬
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh, darling just hold on‬

‪The sun goes down and it comes back up‬
‪The world it turns no matter what‬
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh, if it all goes wrong
Darling, just hold on

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh
Darling, just hold on
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh
If it all goes wrong
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh
Darling just hold on

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh
If it all goes wrong, darling just hold on

SonReal – No Warm Up

[Verse 1]
They told me things like, uh, "Go get a job"
I told them things like, uh, "Go, go fuck off"
I’m cool kid to these cool kids, I lead my own parade
Cause this new shit I drop right now gon’ make your fuckin’ day
I got shit to lose just like a plumber
Locked down like Ye for three summers
Locked down like DMX when he peel out
Vroom vroom, you know I’m the only real out
First try, no warm up with no diploma
I used to drive to Kelowna, get booed like a fuckin’ loaner
Cause I was scared of myself and I showed it to everybody
This go out to anybody who yelling "We ready, Sonny" like
Ready, ready, ready

[Hook]
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
Yeah, I might just go ahead and say
First try, no warm up

[Post-Hook]
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up

[Verse 2]
They told me things like, uh, "Go back to school"
I told them things like, uh, "I fucking rule"
I’m Quim Cardona first try
I’m David Blaine on mushrooms
So this shit right here, this gon’ make me levitate right ‘bove you
I get higher than Peter Pan going skydiving
I can’t miss, so I’m putting with my five iron
Vancouver raised a boy to a man
From a hundred dollar show to a couple hundred grand
I write my music like a 12 year old who’s sitting in the stands
Cause that 12-year old was me when I was looking for my dad like
Chicka-bow-wow, chicka-bow-wow, run it
So if you see me walking, come and say "What’s up" to Sonny like
Run it, run it, run it

[Hook]
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
Yeah, I might just go ahead and say
First try, no warm up

[Post-Hook]
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up

[Verse 3]
Hot damn, why you looking at me?
I been beaming like I just went pro
You can act like you running the show
But since I came here, man, I just don’t know
Mama told me, "Don’t break no rules
‘Less you’re planning on doing it first try"
I dedicate this song right here to anybody yelling "Free yo mind"
Run it, run it, run it

[Hook]
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
Yeah, I might just go ahead and say
First try, no warm up

[Post-Hook]
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up

Papoose – Back On My Bullshit (feat. Fat Joe & Jaquae)

[Verse 1: Papoose]
Where was you at when I was trying to blow?
Waste my money on weed farms, I was trying to grow
Niggas tried to eat on my block, I had to cock the fo’
Ran down on them and told them niggas they gotta go!
Had the Triple FAT Goose on, it was kinda cold
I was on the block eating Mike & Ikes and Jolly Joes
Police asking me questions; I told ’em "I don’t know,"
You was in the precinct crying, you had the snotty nose!
Had to run down on my connect, they playing dominoes
Backed them niggas down for that work and told them "adios!"
Brought my money up, I’m looking like King Jaffe Jo’
I ain’t make "Panda," but I’ve been wearing Desiigner clothes!
Back on my bullshit, Mac with the full clip, might have to just lose it
I’m quick to use it, who you acting a fool with? Is y’all niggas stupid?
Smacking a few bricks, stacking a few bricks, this track is exclusive
Packing the U-*censored,* he packing the toothpick, I’m packing the pool stick
Mad ’cause I move with .40-caliber tool grip, I’m faster to shoot shit
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta, get madder and madder, they scared that I’ll shatter the glass on your new whip
Maggots with loose lips, they catching a cruise ship, I’m grabbin’ the [?]
Back with the movement, it’s a fact you a true bitch, my status is too lit
Cats I was cool with, sat in classes at school with, keep acting confusing
Man I refuse it, I think you’d rather defuse it, your head, I’ll have to remove it
Lacking improvement, all you rappers included, I’m Ravishing Rude Rick
Ancient pretenders were hit in the genitals [?]

[Hook: Jaquae]
Let’s [?]
I’mma take what’s mine
I want more money, more part, goddamn, nigga, it’s about that time!
I’m back on my bullshit
I’m back on my bullshit
I said I’m back on my bull-shit
I’m back on my bullshit
Hey!

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
On my BS, we platium Day’s and diamond Jesus
Had some rumors they killing ’em, that’s an understate’
Same nigga used to move the blue Malibu
Soon as a nigga get money, they get mad at you!
Sitting on a Hollywood sign, I ain’t got a view
And all my bitches is loyal, they got a debt or two
I’ve been getting busy playing Frisbee with the rakes
Everybody pissy, well then, lift them by the case!
Could’ve bought a boat for the price of the wristwatch
Pulling dope out the tires like a pit stop
(Whoa! Whoa!) Duck when I come through
I already sent you, tell your niggas what the gun do
.45’ll miss, the AK’ll hit
Everybody lit ’til they laying in shit!
Your love is a 187
I’ve been killing ’em softly, get in niggas’ apartments!

[Hook: Jaquae]
Let’s [?]
I’mma take what’s mine
I want more money, more part, goddamn, nigga, it’s about that time!
I’m back on my bullshit
I’m back on my bullshit
I said I’m back on my bull-shit
I’m back on my bullshit
Hey!

[Outro: Fat Joe (Jaquae)]
(Jaquae! Jaquae!)
Coka the Don
Double P!
(Papoose, Pa-poose!)

Maggie Lindemann – Pretty Girl (Lyric Video)

[Chorus]
I can swear, I can joke
I say what’s on my mind
If I drink, if I smoke
I keep up with the guys
And you see me holding up my middlefinger to the world
Fuck your ribbons and your pearls
’cause I’m not just a pretty girl

[Verse 1]
I’m more than just a picture
I’m a daughter and a sister
Sometimes it’s hard for me to show
That I’m more than just a rumor
Or a song on your computer
There’s more to me than people know
[Pre-Chorus]
Some days I’m broke, some days I’m rich
Some days I’m nice, some days I can be a bitch
Some days I’m strong, some days I quit
I don’t let it show, but I’ve been through some shit

[Chorus]
I can swear, I can joke
I say what’s on my mind
If I drink, if I smoke
I keep up with the guys
And you see me holding up my middlefinger to the world
Fuck your ribbons and your pearls
’cause I’m not just a pretty girl

[Verse 2]
I’m more than just a number
I’m a hater, I’m a lover
Sometimes it’s hard for me show
That I’m more than just a title
Or a comment going viral going viral
There’s more to me than people know

[Pre-Chorus]
Some days I’m broke, some days I’m rich
Some days I’m nice, some days I can be a bitch
Some days I’m strong, some days I quit
I don’t let it show, but I’ve been through some shit

[Chorus]
I can swear, I can joke
I say what’s on my mind
If I drink, if I smoke
I keep up with the guys
And you see me holding up my middlefinger to the world
Fuck your heavens and your pearls
’cause I’m not just a pretty girl, I’m not just a pretty girl
I’m not just a pretty girl, no I’m not just a pretty girl

I can swear, I can joke
I say what’s on my mind
If I drink, if I smoke
I keep up with the guys
And you see me holding up my middlefinger to the world
Fuck your ribbons and your pearls
’cause I’m not just a pretty girl, I’m not just a pretty girl
I’m not just a pretty girl, no I’m not just a pretty girl
I’m not just a pretty girl

Lyves – Darkest Hour

Tell me where you want me, love
But tell me where you want me
In your darkest hour
I won’t throw you
Drive carefully now
Drive carefully
Drive carefully now

Have you ever seen her?
I watched her run
Have you ever seen her look like that?
I watched her run
Have you ever seen her?
I watched her run
Have you ever seen her look like that?
Have you ever seen her look like that?

Tell me where you want me, love
But tell me where you want me
In your darkest hour
I won’t throw you
Drive carefully now
Drive carefully
Drive carefully now

Have you ever seen her?
I watched her run
Have you ever seen her look like that?
I watched her run
Have you ever seen her?
I watched her run
(In your darkest hour
In your darkest hour)
Have you ever seen her look like that?
Have you ever seen her look like that?

In your darkest hour
In your darkest hour
In your darkest hour
Don’t say no
In your darkest hour
In your darkest hour

Louis The Child – Fire (feat. Evalyn)

Looking up, starlight
Take me there, yeah I wanna fly
One call, bankroll
Wanna feel the rush at the front row
Paycheck, late again
Barely hanging at the apartment
Doing it my way
Ain’t nothing free ’bout the free way

But I’m miles off the ground,
I’m leaving this home and city to burn
and I’ll watch it go down
Ooh, ’cause that sun gon’ take me with it, hey

And I’m building a fire, fire, eh
I’m building it higher, higher, eh
I’m gonna run this empire, pire, eh
and if it go down in the flames,
The smoke gon’ spell my name

[Beat drops]

Lipstick, red wine
Long nights, it’s a lifestyle
So good to the last drop
You could see me light up from the rooftops
But I’m miles off the ground,
I’m leaving this home and city to burn
and I’ll watch it go down
Ooh, ’cause that sun gon’ take me with it, hey

And I’m building a fire, fire, eh
I’m building it higher, higher, eh
I’m gonna run this empire, pire eh
and if it go down in the flames,
The smoke gon’ spell my name

[Beat drops]

And I’m building a fire, fire, eh
I’m building it higher, higher, eh
I’m gonna run this empire, pire eh
and if it go down in the flames,
The smoke gon’ spell my name

Lizzo – Scuse Me

[Verse 1]
Look up in the mirror, oh my God, it’s me
So much Prada on me, I’m a Pradagy
I’ma do my thing, no apologies
Coconut and rose in my skin regime

[Pre-Chorus]
Mirror, mirror on the wall, tell me what you see
It’s that, oh my God, it’s lookin’ heavenly (aah)
Poppin’ Power Rangers, purple, yellow, pink
Throwin’ ones, wonder what my mama think

[Refrain]
Feelin’ like a stripper when I’m lookin’ in the mirror
I’ll be slappin’ on that ass gettin’ thicker and thicker

[Chorus]
I don’t see nobody else
‘Scuse me while I feel myself
‘Scuse me while I feel myself
I don’t see nobody else
‘Scuse me while I feel myself
‘Scuse me while I feel myself

[Verse 2]
Look up in the mirror, oh, I’m having visions
Feelin’ like a million, ooh, I can get it (aah)
Who [?] you (aah)
Who over there (aah)
Lookin’ good (aah)
Feelin’ yourself

[Pre-Chorus]
Mirror, mirror on the wall, tell me what you see
It’s that, oh my God, it’s looking heavenly (aah)
Ooh, I’ll mix the [?] with the Cherokee
Throwin’ ones, wonder what my mama think

[Refrain]
Feelin’ like a stripper when I’m lookin’ in the mirror
I’ll be slappin’ on that ass gettin’ thicker and thicker

[Chorus]
I don’t see nobody else
‘Scuse me while I feel myself
‘Scuse me while I feel myself
I don’t see nobody else
‘Scuse me while I feel myself
‘Scuse me while I feel myself

[Bridge]
Feelin’ like a stripper when I’m lookin’ in the mirror
I’ll be slappin’ on that ass gettin’ thicker and thicker
Ok, now spoonin’ you
Now start it too
That spoon, spoon
That spoon, spoon
I don’t need a crown to know that I’m a queen
I don’t need a crown to know that I’m a queen

[Chorus]
I don’t see nobody else
‘Scuse me while I feel myself
‘Scuse me while I feel myself
I don’t see nobody else
(I don’t see nobody else)
‘Scuse me while I feel myself
(‘Scuse me while I feel my-)
‘Scuse me while I feel myself

KAMAU – Mint (feat. Taliba Safiyah)

[Verse 1: KAMAU]
It’s magic baby, my matress baby
Sleeping on clothes
The fabric baby, looks tragic maybe
It let’s me know
I’m on the ground (x3)
If you are down (x3)
I know your grounded(x2)
I know your ground
Can you get down (x3)

[Hook]
To the spaces in between our faces
The most beautiful places in the world
Don’t waste it, I could almost taste it
The most beautiful places in the world
In the world, world(x2)

[Verse 2: Talibah Safiya]
Resistance is taunting I can see you’re opening
All of yourself to me
I let go of my pride and I lay down with you
I’ll take my shoes off
Let the empty spaces be just there
I have no fear of silence
Especially under the moon
Or under the sun or under the coulds

[Hook]
To the spaces in between our faces
The most beautiful places in the world
Don’t waste it, I could almost taste it
The most beautiful places in the world
In the world, world(x2)

[Verse 3: KAMAU & Talibah Safiya]
All this gravity go to the moon
Weightless gravity pulls me to you
Just enjoy the view

[Hook]
To the spaces in between our faces
The most beautiful places in the world
Don’t waste it, I could almost taste it
The most beautiful places in the world
In the world, world(x2)

John Legend – Surefire (From The Artists Den) (Live)

[Verse 1]
Can you just stay through the night?
Turn down the bed and the blinds
Before you turn around
Can you just stay through the night?
Let me breathe you in ’til gravity bends
And we fall through the hole in the light
Make this our kingdom
Somewhere where good love conquers and not divides

[Chorus]
Cause I may not know a lot of things but
I feel it in my chest
Know I won’t let the blue flame die
We can’t lose hope just yet
‘Cause it’s once, just once in a lifetime
And we’re scared to love but it’s alright
I may not know a lot of things but
I know that we’re surefire, yeah
Know that we’re surefire, yeah

[Verse 2]
Can’t keep this bed warm on the left side
When something is cold as a goodbye
Why don’t you turn around?
Ignore all that shit from the outside
The world is a nightmare
Wake up and stay here
Let me be on your side
We’ll make this our kingdom
Somewhere where good love conquers and not divides

[Pre-Chorus]
And oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my God
I’m so, I’m so, I’m so tired of fighting
Let go, give in, let go and give up, oh

[Chorus]
I may not know a lot of things but
I feel it in my chest
Know I won’t let the blue flame die
We can’t lose hope just yet
‘Cause it’s once, just once in a lifetime
And we’re scared to love but it’s alright
I may not know a lot of things but
I know that we’re surefire
Know that we’re surefire

[Pre-Chorus]
And oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my God
I’m so, I’m so, I’m so tired of fighting
Let go, give in, let go and give up, oh

[Chorus]
I may not know a lot of things but
I feel it in my chest
If we just let the blue flame die
The devil wins this bet
Oh it’s once, just once in a lifetime
And you’re scared to love but it’s alright
I may not know a lot of things but
I know that we’re surefire
Know that we’re surefire

Jessie Reyez – Shutter Island

[Verse 1]
The goodbyes are getting old
Next time you can go ahead and go
I’m tired of begging you to love me

[Pre-Chorus]
Goodness, gracious, you’re amazing
According to you, I’m a lucky lady
So why’d you lie to me?
Why do I cry to sleep?

Good, gracious, I’m replaceable
You say that I’m too crazy
I guess you were right
I guess you were right

[Chorus]
My straight jacket’s custom-made though
(With fucking diamonds)
My straight jacket’s custom-made though
(With fucking rubies)
I’m crazy just like Galileo
My straight jacket’s custom-made though

[Verse 2]
You keep hitting, I’ve been bruised
Holy field I can’t hear you
I’m tired of begging you to love me

You’re expecting me to say
Loco, please, please stay
I’m tired of begging you to love me

[Pre-Chorus]
Goodness, gracious, you’re amazing
According to you, I’m a lucky lady
So why do I cry to sleep?
Why’d you lie to me?

Good, gracious, I’m replaceable
You say that I’m too crazy
I guess you were right
I guess you were right

[Chorus]
My straight jacket’s custom-made though
(I’m fucking famous)
My straight jacket’s custom-made though
(My fuckin’ roadies)
I’m crazy just like Galileo
My straight jacket’s custom-made though

[Bridge]
For a second I forgot I was a bad bitch
Begging you to stay became a habit
I’m tired of begging you to love me

I know I can be better, needed practice
I know I can be better, but the fact is
I’m tired of begging you to love me

[Pre-Chorus]
Goodness gracious, let’s just break up
I tried everything to save us
So why do I cry to sleep
Every time you try to leave?

Goodness, gracious, this relationship
Is full of so much hatred
I guess you were right
I guess you were right

Shy Glizzy – Errywhere

[Intro]
Bitch I’m on now
I’m in a foreign now
We don’t make it rain no more
No, bitch it’s pouring down
I can get my own now
Bitch I’m grown now
I’m in my zone now
Yeah it’s going down

[Hook]
Nigga I be everywhere
You ain’t never there
Every time I look up see the same bitches everywhere
Can’t wait to get this money, I’m gon’ take my niggas everywhere
Take them pistols everywhere, I got hitters everywhere
I got bitches everywhere, take them bitches everywhere
Every time I look up see the same bitches everywhere
Bitch I come from DC, ask about us, we ain’t scary here
Take them pistols everywhere, I got hitters everywhere

[Verse 1]
I’m on top of the mountains and I’m screaming fuck the world
My bitch so bad she look just like a powderpuff girl
1942, come and take shots ‘til you hurl
I wake up like “who you?”, I got some missed calls from my girl
Chain lighting up the room like I’m a damn electrician
I got some little buddies tryna see wassup witcha
And one thing that I learn is that ya never trust niggas
And if I have a daughter she can’t fuck with fuck niggas
They be like “ay Glizzy, why you still ain’t mainstream?”
I’m loyal to my niggas, bitch we got that same dream
Underground king, rest in peace to Pimp C
Bitch I am a boss, can’t let a nigga pimp me

[Hook]
Nigga I be everywhere
You ain’t never there
Every time I look up see the same bitches everywhere
Can’t wait to get this money, I’m gon’ take my niggas everywhere
Take them pistols everywhere, I got hitters everywhere
I got bitches everywhere, take them bitches everywhere
Every time I look up see the same bitches everywhere
Bitch I come from DC, ask about us, we ain’t scary here
Take them pistols everywhere, I got hitters everywhere

[Verse 2]
I’m in the back of the back, I’m moving through Hollywood
Remember way back in the slums like Bollywood
I take an L and get that shit right back, that’s on my hood
Me and all my niggas got straps, I wish you would
Two racks for my [?], bitches better not get it scuffed
Bitch you know I’m up, when you see me say wassup
I keep ‘em in a tuck, you should see my runner up
All my bitches bad and all my bitches got a butt
Come on with bands here, nigga we ain’t playin’ fair
I was really on the block, boy you couldn’t stand there
Came up with a plan yeah, turned up with my mans yeah
Watch how I go ham if they just give me a chance yeah

[Hook]
Nigga I be everywhere
You ain’t never there
Every time I look up see the same bitches everywhere
Can’t wait to get this money, I’m gon’ take my niggas everywhere
Take them pistols everywhere, I got hitters everywhere
I got bitches everywhere, take them bitches everywhere
Every time I look up see the same bitches everywhere
Bitch I come from DC, ask about us, we ain’t scary here
Take them pistols everywhere, I got hitters everywhere

Dae Dae – Black Lives Matter (feat. London On Da Track) (Lyric Video)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
No justice, no peace huh?
Just put your hands up and say don’t shoot bro
(We got London on the track) boom

[Hook]
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Is it the color of my skin (really?)
Maybe it’s how I sag my pants (Balmain)
(I just don’t know, bro)
Is it to safe with me (is it safe?)
To walk in thse streets with my kids with me? (yeah-yeah)
I mean face the reason, why?
Cause I got five reasons
I used to stay at Four Seasons

[Verse 1]
You killing my skin (black)
You killing my colors (blue)
You killing my niggas (my kind)
Crazy motherfucker bitch
Like what is your reason? (really?)
I rap for a reason (I do)
I trap for a reason (my kids)
This shit here easy, no-no
My president black (Barack)
My bank account loaded (racks)
My credit is whack, I feel like they holding (on me)
Trayvon we miss you
I hope you listening (yeah)
This shit ridiculous
I had to mention it
But shame on you (shame on you)
I didn’t wanna blame you (didn’t wanna blame you, no-no)
But they tried to frame me (for real)
And I get to aiming (they Glocks)
The reason why I’m saying this cause

[Hook]
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Is it the color of my skin (the color of my skin)
Maybe it’s how I sag my pants (goddamn)
(I just-I just don’t fuck with you, bro)
Is it to safe with me (is it safe?)
To walk in thse streets with my kids with me? (yeah-yeah)
I mean face’s the reason, why? Cause I got five reasons
I used to stay at Four Seasons

[Verse 2]
You blood or you crip? (what)
You thugging or what? (huh?)
You busting or what? (scrap)
It’s us against them (c’mon)
Got no fear in my heart (no)
I don’t like how they shot that man that they chased on the ground
And I don’t like how killed that innocent lady on World Star
(On World Star, on World Star, on World Star)

[Bridge]
No-no-no-no, Eric Garner
No-no-no-no, Michael Brown
No-no-no-no, Freddie Gray
No-no-no-no, Alton Sterling
Sandra Bland
The message that I’m tryna tell you

[Hook]
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Is it the color of my skin (really?)
Maybe it’s how I sag my pants (goddamn)
Is it to safe with me (is it safe?)
To walk in thse streets with my kids with me? (yeah-yeah)
I mean face’s the reason, why? Cause I got five reasons
I used to stay at Four Seasons

[Outro]
Four Seasons, Four Seasons, Four Seasons

Looking Glass Band – Brandy

There’s a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes

And there’s a girl in this harbor town
And she works layin’ whiskey down
They say "Brandy, fetch another round"
She serves them whiskey and wine

The sailors say "Brandy, you’re a fine girl" (you’re a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"

Brandy wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the North of Spain
A locket that bears the name
Of the man that Brandy loves

He came on a summer’s day
Bringin’ gifts from far away
But he made it clear he couldn’t stay
No harbor was his home

The sailors say "Brandy, you’re a fine girl" (you’re a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"

Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailor stories
She could feel the ocean foam rise
She saw its ragin’ glory
But he had always told the truth, lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand

At night when the bars close down
Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man who’s not around
She still can hear him say

The sailors say "Brandy, you’re a fine girl" (you’re a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"

"Brandy, you’re a fine girl" (you’re a fine girl)

"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"

Devendra Banhart – Mi Negrita

Mi amor no tiene esperanza
Aunque te esperara
Mi corazón se ancla
A un fantasma corporal
Mi amor no tiene venganza
Aunque te matara

Este viejo no se cansa
Siempre te perseguirá
Así que fe y amor no necesita esperanza
Ven amor aquí
Feo amor no grita en mi lancha
Alrededor de ti
Vestida en mi dolor
Negrita de mi amor
Fe y amor mosquito tan dandi
Fue un amor así
Feo amor no quita esperanza
Ven amor aquí
Ven amor

Mi amor no te hablo paja
Aunque no es la verdad
Mi abogado trabaja
Para que tu puedas descansar
Así que fe y amor no necesita esperanza
Ven amor aquí
Ven amor disfruta mi grasa
Alrededor de ti
Fe y amor
Feo amor

Richie Sambora – Long Way Around

I am just a traveling man
Alone and in my shell
Beaten by these broken times
Wandering through this hell
And I have taken chances
And I’ve lost all my rules
The answer’s right in front of me
And I have been a fool

I keep taking the long way around
Why must I take the long way around
I keep thinkin’ that I’m moving up
When I’m losing my ground
Why must I take the long way
The long way around

All I ever wanted
In this life was to be pure
Seduced by colors in my eyes
Taken by the hand
Of all the things I’ve ever wanted
Of all the treasures in my life
The greatest is the mind

So why do I take the long way around
Why must I take the long way around
I keep thinking that I’m moving up
When I’m losing my ground
Why must I take the long way
The long way around

He told me what’s the cost
But only when the path is lost
And whoever found an open door
In this ocean of suffering
If I’ve had anything
I don’t want to hide from me no more

I am just a traveling man
Alone and in my shell
Beaten by these broken times
Wandering through this hell
And I have taken chances
I’ve lost all my rules
The answer is right in front of me
I have been a fool

I keep taking the long way around
Why must I take the long way around
I keep thinking that I’m moving up
When I"m losing my ground
I keep taking the long way
The long way around
I keep taking the long around
I keep taking the long around
I keep thinking that I’m moving up
When I’m losing my ground
I keep taking the long way
The long way around

Akb48 – Ano Hi No Jibun

夏休みには列車に揺られて
田舎のおじいちゃん家へいったっけ
山に囲まれ 蝉のこえ 遠く
緑側で昼寝をしてみていたよ

どこかを歩いているのに
なぜか前へ進めずに
汗かきながら
焦ってたんだ

あの日の風鈴
ちりんとなって
風はそっと吹き抜けた
目には見えない
大事なものは
いつのまにか
古い記憶の中

ラジオ体操 好きじゃなかったけど
朝の空気は澄んでて気持ちいい将
来の夢大人に聞かれて
そんな先のことなんかわからないよ

時計の針はこっそり
知らぬ間に進んで
鏡の自分は
大人だった

心の風鈴
聴こえたような
夏のそらが黄昏れる
すべてのものは変わっていくけど
ずっと ずっと 僕は少年のまま

どこかで風鈴
ちりんとなって
僕はまわりを見回した
目にはみえない
大事なものは
いつのまにか
古い記憶の中

ずっと ずっと
僕は少年のまま

Curren$y, Corner Boy P & T.Y. – In The Field (The Jetlanta EP)

[Intro: Curren$y]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
2017, we ain’t gon’ waste a minute
We done assembled the family
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Brought some of the family
Brought some of the toys to Atlanta
We got in the studio, we drop some hammers
Quick lil’ six piece
Like a mission statement for the company
Let you know what we gon’ do this year
Pretty much our own shit

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Them niggas show they true colours when you come up
They don’t want you in motion, they want you stuck
They see you goin’, hope you fuck it up
Don’t know how you can hang around them fools so much
That’s the ones you don’t trust, dope in the pot
Somebody turn the stove up
Spitta in the cut with twenty cones stuffed, you know what
Finna fuck somethin’ up, show off
Live from New Orleans, there’s no love
That mean when it come suckers, we got no love
Cuban links and hoodie mane, Range truck
When I go to sleep that’s all I can think of

[Hook: Curren$y]
Jet Life, all my niggas after the same thing
On the field like a football team, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas got on the same chain
Pullin’ up in all kind of machines, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas after the same thing
On the field like a football team, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas wearin’ the same chain
Pullin’ up in all kind of machines, Jet Life

[Verse 2: T.Y.]
Look, hotbox the Range
All these diamonds on me, you can go in skates
Yeah a couple of bitches comin’ my way
We’ll run the world in a couple days
Came back with nothin’ but the cake
Chevy ridin’, yeah they make the ground shake
I be grindin’ like every damn day
When it’s time to hustle, know they don’t pay
When it’s said and done, I’mma be the one
Nigga talkin’ hottest underneath the sun
All these niggas with all that sneak dissin’
Knowing they ain’t gon’ drop nigga
Jet life, we ’bout stuntin’
Came through in H1 Hummers
Lay laws now they all know
Had a kick if you tryna score
Straight to the block when I get of the road
No, I will never forget, by my wo’s
Smell that killer weed all of my clothes
In the lab bout to drop off a load
Flood the streets with that Audio Dope
Yea we known to come at they throat
Land on mine I let that blow
Don’t touch no bitch don’t lust no hoe

[Hook: Curren$y]
Jet Life, all my niggas after the same thing
On the field like a football team, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas got on the same chain
Pullin’ up in all kind of machines, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas after the same thing
On the field like a football team, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas wearin’ the same chain
Pullin’ up in all kind of machines, Jet Life

[Verse 3: Cornerboy P]
Fresh paint, tens beating tryna blow that inch
Playing with it, bad bitch like what you doin’ with her
Tell that bitch name a car we pullin’ up in it
Just got a new Jet Life piece I never tuck my shit
Dirty on me, that thirty on me ridin’ dirty in it
Woes with me, work in it still swerving in it
Dope boy, word is she fuckin’ Corner Boy
Hustle hard, bought a watch then another car
Stayed down, on these clowns played my part nigga
Doin’ numbers, learned that shit from the start
How you really feel, it’s really real I’m really in the field
Defense, cornerback and P ain’t never lackin’

[Hook: Curren$y]
Jet Life, all my niggas after the same thing
On the field like a football team, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas got on the same chain
Pullin’ up in all kind of machines, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas after the same thing
On the field like a football team, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas wearin’ the same chain
Pullin’ up in all kind of machines, Jet Life
Jet Life
Motherfuckers nervous and shit
It’s too lit

Curren$y, Corner Boy P & T.Y. – Money Put Away (The Jetlanta EP)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Self made, Self paid
Shorty bought that Rolls Royce
Put it on blades
Shorty paid the cost she now in boss lane
Stayed down, got high and you never changed
SL with the top up when it’s heavy rain
Have your name hold weight
Have you chain solid gold no fake
Destined to ball, it was written
This is fate
They can’t interfere so I roll up let em hate

[Hook: Curren$y]
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing
I was born in New Orleans, live my whole life stunting
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing

[Verse 2: T.Y.]
Diamonds shining, fill my backwood with exotic
I’m the hottest topic
Pimp your bitch right out them dollars
I don’t wear no Robins
Sweat pants is what I arrive in
Yeah I’m steady climbing
Swear I’m balling on these niggas
Without a fucking problem
You don’t want to problem, so don’t you try to stop em
JLR, Spitta told me get em I say I got em
Water whippin in the kitchen
That’s how lil homie got em
Ranking so many bitches
I’m starting to think they plotting
I leave em with no watching
What you saying something?
Well make sure that I got it
Got to be a cold day in hell before I let em ride me
And all this ice around my neck
It’s not that hard to find me, yeah

[Hook: Curren$y]
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing
I was born in New Orleans, live my whole life stunting
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing

[Verse 3: Corner Boy P]
Uh
Make it to spend it
Blew a lot, I stash plenty
Grill was 20, I smile at bitches and boot up niggas
I’m east side with it, my side ain’t sweet
Lil boy’s blinking
Slide for my niggas, they ride for me
Like I ride for Spitta
Yeah, if you ain’t no that, you don’t know a nigga
And you probably the type that will owe a nigga
Cuz if you did’t know, then you will do better
Teach a mans how to fish and he will eat forever
Shit, keep our minds together we be rich forever
Bury me in all my jewelry let me shine forever
I got Ciroc and take a four on it
Let them niggas have the style since I got more coming
P

[Hook: Curren$y]
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing
I was born in New Orleans, live my whole life stunting
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing

Chief Keef – So Tree (Two Zero One Seven Album)

[Hook]
I remember when the big homies used to shit on me
Pull up in that mothafucka with the sticks, homie
Cash fallin’ out my pants ’cause the stick on me
Hand me the repellent ’cause this nigga bitch on me
Remember when I got OG’d by the OGs
Nigga, you can stop actin’ like you know me
If I fuck a nigga bitch, I’ma do it lowkey
Pullin’ out big bucks ’cause I’m So Tree

[Verse 1]
I’m checkin’ the mail, I’m weighin’ the scale, I’m buyin’ the bail
Smokin’ on dope ’til my mind is dull
Nigga like me gon’ find a way
Jeans like this, you only find in Paris
Me and cash got some kind of marriage
I got too many diamond pendants
All this ice, I’m divin’ in it
Brand new truck, I’m ridin’ in it
Me and the gang I’m slidin’ in it
LV’s all on my denim
Wrist got big diamonds in ’em
Shades got them M’s on ’em
Pockets got them bands on ’em
.40 got a fan on it
Accounts, I put bands on it
Payed 6 bands for this Fendi
I get jiggy I get jiggy
Up this .223, I don’t trust you, y’all look iffy
I got a 100 in this choppa since it’s just 2, y’all get 50
Dream chasing like Meek Milly
Ridin’ with a 50 up yo city, let’s get it

[Hook]
I remember when the big homies used to shit on me
Pull up in that mothafucka with the sticks, homie
Cash fallin’ out my pants ’cause the stick on me
Hand me the repellent ’cause this nigga bitch on me
Remember when I got OG’d by the OGs
Nigga, you can stop actin’ like you know me
If I fuck a nigga bitch, I’ma do it lowkey
Pullin’ out big bucks ’cause I’m So Tree

[Verse 2]
Slick I’m tryna get 20 bathrooms
Need a beach house down in Cancun
I got a view of the stars and the moon
All this marble on the ground, grab a broom
Outside white, red seats in the coupe
Cameras all around it, I can see what you do
24’s on it, I can ride through the snow
Cops on my ass, now I’m ridin’ real slow
Got one cousin missin’, all he know is sell dope
He don’t even care about the tourin’ and the shows
He don’t even wanna fuck the bitches and the hoes
Every time I visit, he in the kitchen with the stove

[Hook]
I remember when the big homies used to shit on me
Pull up in that mothafucka with the sticks, homie
Cash fallin’ out my pants ’cause the stick on me
Hand me the repellent ’cause this nigga bitch on me
Remember when I got OG’d by the OGs
Nigga, you can stop actin’ like you know me
If I fuck a nigga bitch, I’ma do it lowkey
Pullin’ out big bucks ’cause I’m So Tree

Chief Keef – Fix That (Two Zero One Seven Album)

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I hit Saks, I spend racks
I spend stacks, I can get it back
Nigga, get back, I go click clack
Leave the pussy wet, don’t get bitch smacked
Ride down on ya, in the tic tac
And this designer on me, it’s fuckin’ mismatched
Grab a big mac, break your Kit Kat
All these tools on me, and I can fix that

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
When I was up in rehab, I was smokin’ tooka dope
Aye boy what you smokin’ on? It’s probably some fookah dope
Buy a Gucci throw it on, 5000 for it, how you ain’t know?
Walk up in the Louis store, they know I got them big bankrolls
I am sippin’ purple drank, no girl, this is not yellow
No I do not know that hoe, she in Miami, I know
Now I’m somewhere in west coast, smokin’ on the best dope
Fat ass clipper in my chop, if you want a trim, let’s go
Ooh, I’m acting a fool, hoes say I’m rude
And some say I’m cute, and make me food
I’m up at Barney’s, don’t want no Louis
I want Balmain’s, I don’t want no shoes
So smooth, won’t catch me snooze
Ooh, my watch a fool
It’s fucked, them niggas bools
Is it false, and or is it true?

[Verse 2: Tadoe]
Y’all know how we bummin’ man
Fresh off of tourin’ man, back off of tourin’ man
Back at it 24-H 365 man
Walk up in Barney’s, can’t even decide, man
Balmain’s, no red bottoms
You hear me? Big bands, finesse y’all
You see us doin’ this shit nigga, ’cause we still doin’ this shit
Nigga, so was doin’ this shit ’cause we been doin’ this shit
Nigga, y’all know how the fuck we comin’, nigga
R.I.P. Blood nigga, R.I.P. Cap nigga
Sneak diss, catch a slug, nigga

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Put a nigga on a stretcher
Who is that though? Youngest flexer
Y’all got questions, I can’t answer
I’m a rich nigga, no time for dandruff
Dodgin’ Aiki, smokin’ dopey
She has the best head, she gets a trophy
Nigga, I’m 2-4, you do not know me
You are a peon, that’s what she told me

Chief Keef – Empty (Two Zero One Seven Album)

[Hook]
I’m so motherfuckin’ true like I’m 2 Chainz
Ridin’ in that Mayweather with your boo thing
Every summer I pop up with some new chains
In these Balmains, filled with them blue things
And these hoes on my back like my Fendi
You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy
And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
Big stash in it, they think that it’s empty

[Verse 1]
When a real nigga talkin’, please don’t speak
My watch tried to take your bitch from me
Dead ‘mens in my pockets, all hunnid
Bitch, I’m sippin’ right now, don’t even touch me
No, I’m not sippin’ slow
Just pass me the ball
I’ma pick and roll
I get that give and go
I’m out there gettin’ dough
Sosa what’s your goals? I don’t really know
But I know I want a new house, new shit, new money, new that
New this, new thot, new bitch
Every time I have mood switch
New Gucci, new Louis
New shirts, new pants, new kicks
New drink, new weed
I’m surrounded by a bunch of new shit

[Hook]
I’m so motherfuckin’ true like I’m 2 Chainz
Ridin’ in that Mayweather with your boo thing
Every summer I pop up with some new chains
In these Balmains, filled with them blue things
And these hoes on my back like my Fendi
You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy
And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
Big stash in it, they think that it’s empty

[Verse 2]
Big stash pot in the car for a fuck nigga
Soon as I see you creepin’ up, I’ma bust, nigga
One thing about my pistol, we got lots of trust, nigga
He know he’s a throw-away and he don’t give a fuck, nigga
Don’t let my niggas catch you on that rough, nigga
All these waves, I feel like I’m Puff, nigga
At the top it’s just us, nigga
If you ain’t with us, we don’t really fuck with you
I’m countin’ cash on my ten fingers or my ten toes
When I wanna be low-key, I’m in that Land Rover
You can put me in detox, don’t think I’m stayin’ sober
Jump in front of this metro train, and get ran over

[Hook]
I’m so motherfuckin’ true like I’m 2 Chainz
Ridin’ in that Mayweather with your boo thing
Every summer I pop up with some new chains
In these Balmains, filled with them blue things
And these hoes on my back like my Fendi
You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy
And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
Big stash in it, they think that it’s empty