21 Savage, Offset & Metro Boomin – Ghostface Killers (feat. Travis Scott)

[Chorus: Offset]
Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
Trappin’ the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door man

[Verse 1: Offset]
Yeah, put on the Patek, poppin’ xannys, I’m an addict
Break the mattress with a baddie on the addy
Diamonds flashing, need some glasses for the flashing, yeah
Michael Jackson with this fashion, bitch I’m dabbin’, yeah
All of this shit on purpose got these bitches slurpin’
All your pockets on hurting, nigga you can be my servant
Go to the lot and young nigga don’t lease it, I purchase
After I cut off a thot I give her some money for service (here)
Wherever I go the whole gang gon’ go, yeah (gang)
You cannot tame the ho because you want fame for sure (tame)
You think that you rich ’cause you got a hundred or more
I got an over overload like I just sold my soul
I, pour up a four, a liter, I got the stripes, Adidas
I got a foreign mamacita and I been known to beat it (mama)
Niggas ain’t goin’ defeated, we get the guns immediate
Don’t burn in the coupe, it’s an Italy
These niggas is broke and it’s pitiful

[Chorus: Offset]
Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
Trappin’ the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door man

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Yeah, Kim Jong, yeah big bombs (21)
Wonder Bread man, make your bitch lick crumbs (yeah)
Audemars Piguet flooded, got my wrist numb (bling)
Grab the hitstick, nigga tryna blitz some’
Dope boy, dope boy, I sell coke boy (21)
You broke ass rappers food, it’s a po boy (21)
Everybody the same, all these niggas sound alike (dick riders)
Fox 5 gang, turn you to a candlelight
Bitch boy I’m a mobster, shrimp in my pasta
Jamaican Don Dada, hang ’round the shottas
Mad Max nigga, yeah I hang with the killers (21)
Planet of the Apes, yeah I hang around gorillas (on god)
I got AK, SK, HK, broad day (21)
You a fuckboy, we ain’t with the horseplay (bitch)
Shrimp ass nigga, did you do your chores today? (21)
Do you wanna take a ride with the coroner today? (21)

[Chorus: Offset]
Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
Trappin’ the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door man

[Verse 3: Travis Scott]
Drop from the heavens straight in the wild (yeah)
Trunk in the front, top gotta slide
Ride suicides, we keep this shit alive (yeah)
Jumping out the public houses, don’t you come outside
(Straight up)
Private status, tryna land the jet at Magic (how you goin’?)
Goin’ way up, on my way to cut through traffic (what you poppin’)
Pop the seal and pop the bean, I need the balance (pop it, pop it)
Bloody ass is what I’m seeing, it’s way too graphic
Watch your fingers ’cause the cactus dangerous (yeah)
Broke, you ain’t us, we don’t speak that language
On the couches
Tom Cruise, I’ma make her see, she snort a mountain
Rackades on the outfit will make her bounce it
Good drank my life yeah, CPR my pipe, yeah
Please need the energy, only got a night, yeah (it’s lit)
Nike boys, we don’t do three stripes (yeah)
I’m living for my niggas that do life, yeah

[Chorus: Offset]
Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
Trappin’ the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door man

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – GG (Remix) (feat. A Boogie With The Hoodie)

[Intro]
Free my niggas out the can
Nigga, this that crazy man
I ain’t even put no effort, crazy man

[Verse]
Draw down with that Glock, bitch don’t make no sound
Say somethin’ and get shot, bitch face down to the ground
I ain’t got no respect, you might think I’m dumb
I’m just 17, with a whole lotta money
Fuck you, bitch I hopped up out that coupe
Tell me hoe, if you don’t like me why you worried about what I do
See the car I pulled up in so you might think I flew
(Tell me why you say that Youngboy?)
Cause bitch I’m flyer than your dude
If you think I fuck with that lil hoe, then you a fool
I ain’t got no education, I dropped out of school
No security with me so I’m strapped up with that tool
Try to take my jewelry off and you gon’ make the news
Cuban links around my neck, it cost me 22
Audemar Piguet, coulda’ went and bought a school
Went to Neiman Marcus for my pants and my shoes
Five thousands dollars, what I paid for the whole fit
I just took a loss so I’m goin’ on a heist
Hold a tool in yo face like chino do a bike
Too much money on me for to raise my hands and fight
Thunder in my clip, fuck around get hit with light

Draw down with that Glock, bitch don’t make no sound
Say somethin’ and get shot, bitch face down to the ground
I ain’t got no respect, you might think I’m dumb
I’m just 17, with a whole lotta money
Fuck you, bitch I hopped up out that coupe
Tell me hoe, if you don’t like me why you worried about what I do
You ain’t see the car I pulled up in so you might think I flew
(Tell me why you say that Youngboy?)
Cause bitch I’m flyer than your dude

Hopsin – Witch Doctor

[Intro]
Undercover Prodigy
Come on!

[Verse 1]
Look, I ain’t gon’ lie to you motherfuckers, I’m bad business
I ain’t that industry nigga who always ass-kissin’
I got mad disses for anybody who askin’ and
Y’all can sit and pout as you watch how I handle cash gettin’
And bitch, I made hits, day to day in the basement
Slavin’ away, playin’ the game, makin’ my name fizz
And lowkey I been checkin’ to see how Dame is
And without Hop, I’m sorry nigga, you ain’t shit
Do somethin’, got you goose bumpin’
Who fuckin’ with me? I’m rude, rugged and lovin’ intrude ruckus
Too stubborn, I got the motherfuckin’ juice chuggin’
You think you runnin’ shit but you really my cute puppet
Just danglin’ from a string, I was made to disrupt the peace
Don’t care if you poppin’, bitch, you basic as fuck to me
I’ve been labeled a fuckin’ beast, it’s a fatal corrupt disease
Don’t be callin’ tryna sit for a bagel and cup of tea, my nigga

[Hook]
Ooh, you don’t want the backlash
Why you actin’ like a badass? Slow down, nigga!
Fuck around and break you off proper
You gon’ need to see the fuckin’ witch doctor (sangoma)
Nigga, peep game, no shame, I won’t ever change
You don’t want the backlash
Why you actin’ like a badass? Slow down, nigga!
Savage!

[Verse 2]
I’m the dirty scoundrel, livin’ life on the down-low
I’ve been to Hell, I sat with the man of the household
My heart froze, but you don’t wanna know how cold
I feel like the one, but I ain’t what you should count on
Buckle up, nigga! Have a blast, I’m an avalanche
Mashin’ fans down on your master plan with a planned attack
It’s like a massive pack of elephants, charge you with cataracts
So call an ambulance, I’m the straw that just broke the camel’s back
You don’t want problems, I’m serious, I am too sick (yeah, yeah)
I promise I ain’t delirious, I can prove it (yeah, yeah)
Think twice, nigga, I’m eerie as Tyson’s toothpick
Undercover Prodigy, visualize the movement, nigga
This is a brand new side of me that’s emergin’
Evil and purgin’, I am more deceivin’ in person
Screamin’ and cursin’, fuck the world with penis insertions
I’ma feel this way until the day I’m leavin’ this Earth, man

[Hook]
Ooh, you don’t want the backlash
Why you actin’ like a badass? Slow down, nigga!
Fuck around and break you off proper
You gon’ need to see the fuckin’ witch doctor (sangoma)
Nigga, peep game, no shame, I won’t ever change
You don’t want the backlash
Why you actin’ like a badass? Slow down, nigga!
Savage!

[Chorus]
Soek jy ‘n sangoma, soek jy ‘n sangoma, a sangoma
I can show you the way if you want to know
Witch doctor, witch doctor
Soek jy ‘n sangoma, soek jy ‘n sangoma, a sangoma
Somebody better call the witch doctor (witch doctor)
Wi-wi-wi-witch doctor!

[Verse 3]
Listen, I ain’t gon’ pretend to be the best
I don’t give a fuck about ever being politically correct
Look at the fans that all my misery has blessed
As long as I’m breathin’ I ain’t gon’ give emcees a rest
Music can make a struggle seem cool — it’s not
Do you know what the fuck I’ve been through? A lot
There is an evil me that speaks to me every evening
I tried to get rid of him but he rules my thoughts

[Hook]
Ooh, you don’t want the backlash
Why you actin’ like a badass? Slow down, nigga!
Fuck around and break you off proper
You gon’ need to see the fuckin’ witch doctor (sangoma)
Nigga, peep game, no shame, I won’t ever change
You don’t want the backlash
Why you actin’ like a badass? Slow down, nigga!
Slow down, nigga!
Why you actin’ like a badass? Slow down, nigga!

[Chorus]
Soek jy ‘n sangoma, soek jy ‘n sangoma, a sangoma
I can show you the way if you want to know
Witch doctor, witch doctor
Soek jy ‘n sangoma, soek jy ‘n sangoma, a sangoma
Savage!
Somebody better call the witch doctor (witch doctor)
Wi-wi-wi-witch doctor!

Gwen Stefani – You Make It Feel Like Christmas (feat. Blake Shelton) (Lyric Video)

I want to thank the storm that brought the snow (uh uh)
Thanks to the string of lights that make it glow (uh)
But I wanna thank you, baby
You make it feel like Christmas
It barely took a breath to realize
We’re gonna be a classic for all time
I wanna thank you, baby
You make it feel like Christmas
Sweet gingerbread made with molasses
My heart skipped and I reacted
Can’t believe that this is happening
Like a present sent from God
Sleigh bells singing hallelujah
Stars are shining on us, too
I wanna thank you, baby
You make it feel like Christmas
Thought I was done for, thought that love had died
But you came along I swear you saved my life
And I wanna thank you, baby
You make it feel like Christmas
Sweet gingerbread made with molasses
My heart skipped and I reacted
Can’t believe that this is happening
Like a present sent from God
Sleigh bells singing hallelujah
Stars are shining on us, too
I wanna thank you, baby
You make it feel like Christmas
I never thought I’d find a love like this
But I found forever in that very first kiss
I wanna thank you, baby
You make it feel like Christmas
Oh oh (oh thank you baby)
I wanna thank you, baby
You make it feel like Christmas

Mistah F.A.B. – Can’t Kill Hyphy

(Traxamillion)
Mistah F.A.B

[Verse 1]
This one for the king of the super duper
Keak get well, we gon’ shit like a pooper scooper
I’m ridin’ for you, brodie, like a super Uber
Super Soaker on deck, we got stupid shooters
Far as hyphy go, I ain’t gon’ let it die
Couldn’ta left it in the hands of a better guy
Fetty Wap on the game, lookin’ with my better eye
Tech grind, Chevron gas, unleaded, ah
Turned back up like a nigga never turned down
Hyphy like when a hood nigga get turned down (Fuck you, bitch)
From a bad bitch, fuck a bitch, I get the bag quick
Still cheezy-weezy, broke niggas on that mad shit
Bitch said she over me, then why the hell you textin’ then?
Brodie actin’ like a bitch, too much estrogen
"Fabby Davis, oh my god, you’re back, yo, we love you!"
We on that hyphy shit again, uhhh, fuck you

[Chorus]
Yadadamean, fo’ sho, yadadamean, fo’ sheezy
This that ’06 slap, you beezy
In the building and I’m feelin’ like yee!
Can’t kill hyphy like Keak Da Sneak
Still (Keep it super duper, can’t kill hyphy)
Still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
I’m still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy

[Verse 2]
Hey, I don’t think they know, they some nerds
Shaboobalaboopy, that’s my word
Did on my first win what niggas don’t do until their third
Hyphy ain’t dead, them niggas just scared
Hands on the clock gettin’ turned back
Year 2006, where the herb at?
The Bay fell off? Nigga what? I heard that
Been gettin’ lit, tell the world we want our word back (litty)
Niggas switch cliques, ride dick just to get on
Serve out of town ways, this The Town, don’t forget home
I’m so Oakland like Cindy on Soul Beat
Gingerbread House, Carijama, and LG
Now tell ’em don’t stop, keep goin’, keep goin’
Off champagne and cookies, I’m blowin’, I’m blowin’
Hold it down for the Bay reppin’ Oakland
Still super-duper hyphy, you know it

[Chorus]
Yadadamean, fo’ sho, yadadamean, fo’ sheezy
This that ’06 slap, you beezy
In the building and I’m feelin’ like yee!
Can’t kill hyphy like Keak Da Sneak
Still (Keep it super duper, can’t kill hyphy)
Still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
I’m still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy

[Verse 3]
’06, this was big, no Bed-Stuy
Boy, I’m on your neck, to the neck, like a necktie
Just left my nigga Keak, crackin’ jokes by his bedside
He said "Fabby, burn them niggas down like Left Eye"
So I’m back in the building like I forgot somethin’
Put your hands up like I’m ’bout to pop somethin’
Niggas ain’t hyphy, they really need to stop frontin’
They really ain’t shooters, ’cause niggas ain’t dropped nothin’
Put a pill in your life, change your attitude
I kept the door open, nigga, where’s the gratitude?
Man, what is it? Why you mad at dude?
Boy, I’m just doin’ what I had to do (What you do?)
Bay on my back like Bubbles on Mike Jack
Hyphy comin’ back, a couple suckas ain’t gonna like that
I’m Han Solo, you know I had to strike back
Rest in peace to The Mac and The Jack, Keak be right back

[Chorus]
Yadadamean, fo’ sho, yadadamean, fo’ sheezy
This that ’06 slap, you beezy
In the building and I’m feelin’ like yee!
Can’t kill hyphy like Keak Da Sneak
Still (Keep it super duper, can’t kill hyphy)
Still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
I’m still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy

Hyphy
Hyphy
Hyphy
Hyphy
Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy
Hyphy

Machine Gun Kelly – Golden God

Ay, red lights on in the boulevard
That means business
Ay, throw up in this bitch, I might
Corny bitches make me sick
I might throw up in this bitch, throw up in this bitch
Gunna
Made man like Joe Pesci
I need DeNiro or I’ll rob her
I had to skate Wayne Gretzky
Called an Uber helicopter
Bought a pound from a rasta
Bought the yayo from Miguel, though
Award shows need an Oscar
They need my merchandise on Melrose
David Bowie of my generation
Kill them all, we violent with no hesitation
Came from public education
Ramen noodles with the bacon
I was working at Chipotle, I was finna have a baby
Went from stealing out of Walmart to president of operations
Dub was working at the steel shop
Slim was working off of 1st block
We still roll together every day
Except we might be on a private plane
Why would you ever come from nothing
And not do whatever the fuck you wanted
Baby you’re asking why I’m such a legend
I took so much acid, I be forgetting
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
Still dirty Chuck Taylors, still hanging with gangstas
The type to put the red beam on you, I ain’t talk about a laser
We the golden squad, we the golden squad
Double X, we the hardest
Need double mercy Marty
Should’ve never got it started
Motherfucker, I’m retarded
Do you know how I’m regarded?
King of underground, King of Cleveland town
King of marijuana gardens
I can’t stop myself from coughing
Four thousand dollar bong rip
Custom made for the new house
Can’t believe I never had shit
2012 was a good year, 2017 too lit
20/20 vision, see the future
Looks like the crown do fit
I am king of this new shit, seven rings and a pool stick
8 ball, let sway roll, rockstars don’t say no
This beat so flame, though, I forgot to say my name, though
Bitch, I’m G-U-double N-A, Gunna
Never like my mother, fighter, not a lover
Man, I’m wildin’ every summer
I ain’t like my daddy, he religious
I’m with bitches burning rubber
Yah I’m a desperado, whiskey bottles, .38 bang, bang, bang
Models be on the same thang, thang
EST, that’s the gang, gang, gang
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Bitch, I thought it was a drought
Bitch, I thought you had the clout
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
Still all the way dangerous

N.E.R.D & Rihanna – Lemon

[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
The truth will set you free
But first, it’ll piss you off

[Verse 1: Pharrell Williams]
Hate! Bad bitches wanna be my bae
Hate! Hunt me down like the C.I.A
Hate! Side of my car, tryna see my face
Hate! Want me to beat it like the T.I. case
Oh (hate!) and if it’s heated I’ma feed my face
Hate! And best believe, it’s gon’ be outrageous
Hate! Hatin’ niggas can’t believe my race
Hate! Niggas hit you with the Eli face, oh

[Refrain: Pharrell Williams]
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
Scrunchin’ their eyes with your name in their mouth and
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’

[Verse 2: Pharrell Williams]
Hate! You keep askin’ me where I’m from
Hate! About the borders and, "Did I run?"
Hate! Keep askin’ how I feel ’bout guns
Hate! There’s a light and dark army, which side you choose? Oh
Hate! If not now then when?
Hate! And if not me then who?
Hate! Don’t drink the Kool-Aid, my friends
Hate! I tried to tell y’all about this dude

[Refrain: Pharrell Williams]
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
Hate supplements are found right in their couches
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’

[Interlude]
Wait, wait a minute
Shout out to them people, people
Wait, wait a minute
P-p-p-people, people
Wait, wait a minute
Mad ethnic right now

[Chorus: Rihanna]
I get it how I live it
I live it how I get
Count the mothafuckin’ digits
I pull up with a lemon
Not ’cause she ain’t livin’
It’s just your eyes get acidic
And this here ain’t a scrimmage
Mothafucka, we ain’t finished
I told you we won’t stop
A nigga ’bouta business
Like yours, but you rent it
Wave hello to the top
Nigga the Veyron glide
Tell the paparazzi get the lens right
Got the window down, top, blowin’ la
Got the hazards on, only doin’ five
You can catch me, Rih, in the new La Ferrar’

[Verse 3: Rihanna]
And the truck behind me got arms
Yeah, longer than LeBron
Just waitin’ for my thumb like The Fonz
Woo! This beat tastes like lunch
But it’s runnin’ from veneers and it’s runnin’ from the fronts
But everyday, hey, wasn’t lemonade
I was afraid, once a nigga graduate
Would I be okay?
So I prayed and I played
It’s Rihanna, nigga
My constellation in space
Warp speed, Doctor Spock couldn’t chase, nigga

[Bridge: Pharrell Williams]
Nigga, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
I get it how I live it
I live it how I get
Count the mothafuckin’ digits
I pull up with a lemon
Not ’cause she ain’t livin’
It’s just your eyes get acidic
And this here ain’t a scrimmage
Mothafucka, we ain’t finished
I told you we won’t stop
A nigga ’bouta business
Like yours, but you rent it
Wave hello to the top
Nigga the Veyron glide
Tell the paparazzi get the lens right
Got the window down, top, blowin’ la
Got the hazards on, only doin’ five
You can catch me…

[Refrain: Pharrell Williams]
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’

[Outro: Pharrell Williams]
You can catch me
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute

B.o.B – Tweakin (feat. London Jae & Young Dro)

[Intro: London Jae]
Tweakin’, haha

[Chorus: London Jae]
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I been geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I be geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’

[Verse 1: Young Dro]
Yeah, hold up
I be spazzin’ (Spell that shit)
S – P – A – Z – Z – I – N
Dabbin’ (Spell that shit)
D – A – A – B – B – I – N
Hold up, bae, roll up, bae
‘Bout to pour a four up, bae
I just got some head from shawty
I don’t even know her yet
Real strong, real grown
Your boy ain’t spazzin’ on me, real feel homie
This fresh, rockin’ Polo everythin’ to the neck
Got five karats all in the grill, homie
Car foreign, y’all boring
Got TVS all in the whip watchin’ hard porn
Rifle cocked .40 Glock
I’m tweak, tweak, tweak tweakin’
Boy stop, girl gone, get my syrup on
What the word on the curb, homie?
All my niggas got furs on
Geeked up in the club last night
Everythin’ was a blur, homie
Benz blue, Jimmy Choo
In the booty club, find me a girl to get tanned to
This Cartier lens blue
I got a pocket full of dead white men, we friends too

[Chorus: London Jae]
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I been geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I be geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’

[Verse 2: B.o.B.]
Huh, I ain’t got the illuminati money
But I got the boy you shouldn’t try me money
Wonder why they haven’t heard an album from me
Didn’t sell my soul, they tried to buy it from me
Ha ha, not for sale
Ain’t a fan of fairy tales
Ain’t no air of oxygen, in outer space
So tell me how the hell to fuel a rocket ship?
Now how does it throttle? The truth is a hard pill to swallow
Landing footage from Apollo look like amateur night down at the Apollo
And they say in space, it’s four thousand degrees
But it’s only seven elements available that can withstand that much heat
Look, now all these niggas political now
Claimin’ they woke ’cause it’s trendier now
Overnight activist
Even the President’s runnin’ the world from a Twitter account
Uh, geekin’ often, Steven Hawkins
‘Bout my coin like meter parkin’
Off the wall like Peter Parker
Here let’s get to squeezin’ on you like some squeegee water
Keep the garter bitch, Bandz

[Chorus: London Jae]
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I been geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I be geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’

[Outro: B.o.B.]
Stand up, send a bitch out, hit her without a condom
Smell that bag or marijuana, where the turn us to a stunter
I been comin’ your Rollie, huh, do what you tryna, stuntin’
I run ’em up, dumb, not enough money, ooh yeah

Lolaasmiles Gets Dancehall Legend Beenie Man On New Track


Reggae star Lolaasmiles taps dancehall legend Beenie Man for her new single “Nuh Baddah.”

The song has been doing well since it was first released a years ago and now the single is seeing a resurgence. Lola thinks that the track will help further push her career in the reggae/dancehall space. “Nuh Baddah” was produced by New York based producer Stedley Reid. Her team is now heavily promoting the single and the extra promo has been working thus far.

“This song has a lot of potential, and with the plan I have in mind it will have a long-lasting effect worldwide,” Lolaasmiles said. “Beenie Man has always been an inspiration to me, and when I found out we had a mutual friend, I had to meet him in person. When we met, he liked my music and we spoke about collaborating and made it happen. It was a very humbling experience working with Beenie Man.”

The song is now available on YouTube and other major streaming services like iTunes/Apple Music and Google. It will be available on several other digital services in the coming weeks.

Is Tommy Lee Sparta Making Mumble Dancehall Music


Tommy Lee Sparta is being accused of making mumble dancehall music?

While mumble rap became a thing in hip hop in recent years, mumble dancehall is not a thing, at least not yet. Some fans are accusing Tommy Lee Sparta of making mumble music, but unless you’re a hardcore dancehall follower you may not always understand what he is saying in his songs. Sean Kingston and Tommy Lee debut their new video for their first collaboration “Cross Over” on WorldStarHipHop yesterday and fans have been weighing in.

“WTF when since dancehall artist start with this mumble rap foolishness, this guy [Tommy Lee Sparta] isn’t even saying real words, this is trash,” one fan wrote while another added, “This guy is just making a bunch of sounds he is not even rapping they should keep this mumble foolishness out of reggae at least cats like Sean Paul and Beenie Man use real words even if its patois.”

One thing we should point out about this is that most of the critics were American based fans who are probably used to Sean Kingston reggae-pop flavor of music and not hardcore dancehall. So for those who don’t understand what Tommy Lee is saying here is a snippet of his lyrics. “Clean in a new bank robber / Time is money watch the gal them a fallow / Full of gold chains like a me name Shaba / Every body know me a the lyrical bomber / Scarface, Toni Montana, mi jus spend a million dollar / Weed me smoke me don’t run coke joke / Last boy this run up inna gun smoke,” Sparta spits.

“Any American saying they dont understand Tommy Lee verse gotta embrace it cuz u know y i don’t understand sh*t you’ll mumble rappers be saying yet still I’m from the Caribbean an i embrace you’ll sh*t so dont get it twisted,” one dancehall fan wrote. “Too me Tommy’s verse sounds more like a new style in mumbling so maybe he might be bigger than lil pump, xxxtenation, ski mask.”

Charli XCX – Our Boyfriend Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Did he tell you you’re the only one? (oh-oh)
Did you introduce him to your mum?
I bet “Boys of Summer” is your favourite song (oh-oh, oh-oh)
Yeah, me too
Did you lap up all the clichéd lies?
A book of poems on the northern lights (oh)
Did you wonder where he went some nights? (oh-oh, oh-oh)
Yeah, me too

[Pre-Chorus]
I know it’s out of the blue
But I’ve got something to tell you

[Chorus]
My boyfriend is your boyfriend
At the same time, at the same time
He fooled me and he fooled you
With the same lies, at the same time
Let’s make a pact that we never go back
He don’t deserve me or you
‘Cause my boyfriend is your boyfriend too

[Verse 2]
It’s kind of funny when you think of it
There must have been some times we almost met, I know
Jumpin’ in and out of the same bed (oh-oh, oh-oh)
Yeah, me too
Same sleezy weekend in the same coat, now
Locked our love on the Paris bridge aswell
Said he loved me from the day we met (oh-oh, oh-oh)
Yeah, you too

[Pre-Chorus]
I know it’s hard to believe
I’ve been thinking the same thing

[Chorus]
My boyfriend is your boyfriend
At the same time, at the same time
He fooled me and he fooled you
With the same lies, at the same time
Let’s make a pact that we never go back
He don’t deserve me or you
‘Cause my boyfriend is your boyfriend too

[Bridge]
I know how you feel
I feel so stupid that I couldn’t see
I never thought that this would happen to me

[Chorus]
My boyfriend is your boyfriend
At the same time, at the same time
He fooled me and he fooled you
With the same lies, at the same time
Let’s make a pact that we never go back
He don’t deserve me or you
‘Cause my boyfriend is your boyfriend too