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Iggy Azalea & Alice Chater – N.Y.E. Lyrics

[Intro]
(Scalez)
(AJ ruin everything, he in here)

[Chorus: Alice Chater]
You’re just like New Year’s Eve
Disappointing me
Feeling fucking great
Why you gotta give me something to celebrate?
Then take that away
Babe, you’re dropping the ball
You’re just like New Year’s Eve
Disappointing me
Feeling fucking great
Why you gotta give me something to celebrate?
Then take that away
Babe, you’re dropping the ball

[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
New Year, I hope to move on
From all you hoes, I move from
All the men that talk big
Your dick is small like your goals
Big lies come out your big mouth
Dance ’round the truth like a TikTok
You found new ways to get lost
Go hard, just like my wrist watch
Fireworks ain’t the same now
Running game and it’s played out
Hate the fact you an asshole
Confetti falling the blackhole
Shed a tear and it’s tattooed
You don’t like me, well, that’s cool
I don’t like you either, wasn’t nice to meet you

[Verse 2: Iggy Azalea]
Yeah
Last night feel like my past life
Red eye, just like my last flight
Stressed out, I stuck my neck out
Goodbye, I’m ’bout to head out
Raise glass, let’s have a toast
Celebrate your demise
My resolution for this brand new year
Leave your ass behind
Uh, one problem I don’t need
Play the game, don’t coach me
Made a name, I won’t leave
Greater stage for nosebleeds, that’s facts
Deal with that, you text my line and I took a nap
Left you, I’m not coming back
Go cry on the internet, bitch

[Bridge: Alice Chater]
Hopes up
Three, two and one
Countdown, until we’re done
Hopes up
Three, two and one
Countdown, until we’re done

Abra Cadabra – U Know Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Abra Cadabra]
Yeah
(AJ made this)
No problem, no problem
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Abra Cadabra]
I take time with my shorty ’cause she dangerous
I tell her “keep it calm before you kill the flame in us”
We’ve been through it and I’ve always had faith in us
And I don’t see nothing that’s breaking us
What comes around is ups and downs
You just gotta get up, you just gotta get up, don’t let it knock you out
You just gotta keep it pushin’ and keep hoping for some better, better, better, better days
Arguments, we just can’t keep arguing
This an ugly situation, why you wanna tarnish it?
I put my energy into it, tryna harness it
Why you think I won’t tell you no lies? I’m full of honesty
Sometimes you make me feel I hate you, that’s just honestly
When I tell you to leave me alone, you’re always onto me
I don’t know, I start to miss the way you always onto me
Then I realise I feel like this ’cause you’re a part of me
And I’ll be sad but I won’t die if we start parting ways
I know I treated you the best and not the harder way
I ain’t treat you like these other bitches, I ain’t even phone you when we had nowhere to park the gauge
None of that’s for you, for you
You a keeper from the day that I saw you (Yeah)
People see me on the TV from early and think I love attention from these girlies

[Chorus: Abra Cadabra]
But you know, you know (You know, you know)
I’ve been around a lot of girls but none of them can move like you (Woah)
We can have our ups and downs, I won’t leave you down and out
But you know, you know (You know, you know)
You ain’t had another nigga treat you how I do, it’s true, ooh
I’m just keeping it real, I’m just keeping it real (No problem, no problem)
You know, you know (You know, you know)
I’ve been around a lot of girls but none of them can move like you (Woah)
We can have our ups and downs, I won’t leave you down and out
But you know, you know (You know, you know)
You ain’t had another nigga treat you how I do, it’s true, ooh
I’m just keeping it real, I’m just keeping it real

[Verse 2: Kush]
You know I gotta keep it real
I keep it gangster, let her know the real
‘Cause I ain’t tryna make it be another heart I kill, I’m here for real
You ain’t had another nigga keep it trill, be for real
Always being honest, know you seen the drill
She knows I flex, I’m only tryna get a cheque, babe
I tell her “Act correct and don’t be doing in my head”
It’s just me and her, don’t give a shit about her friends
They’re bad vibes, they’re wishing me and you the end
Said she want some advice, guess she wanna phone up her friend
And every likkle fight, says she wanna phone up her friend
Knew when I’m outside, know she went and phone up her friend
She better phone up her friend when it comes to an end
She knows that me and her can be, don’t put your brain on that
Let it be what it will be, don’t hold no hate, it’s bad
Time will tell and time will see just if you’re made for man
I’ve been around a lot of girls but, girl, I think you’re made for man

[Chorus: Abra Cadabra]
You know, you know (You know, you know)
I’ve been around a lot of girls but none of them can move like you (Woah)
We can have our ups and downs, I won’t leave you down and out
But you know, you know (You know, you know)
You ain’t had another nigga treat you how I do, it’s true, ooh
I’m just keeping it real, I’m just keeping it real (No problem, no problem)
You know, you know (You know, you know)
I’ve been around a lot of girls but none of them can move like you (Woah)
We can have our ups and downs, I won’t leave you down and out
But you know, you know (You know, you know)
You ain’t had another nigga treat you how I do, it’s true, ooh
I’m just keeping it real, I’m just keeping it real

Ramriddlz – Bodmon Lyrics

[Intro]
Sweet 16
Sweet 16

[Chorus]
Shawty wanna be my wife
Cause I beat it out the park
Smoking weed and staying high (high-igh)
Partying ’til after dark

[Verse 1]
She want pipe then cuddlin’
Girl, I got the piece for your puzzle in
Now these hoes buzzing in
Cause I’m buzzing like bumble bee
Say I need to humble me
Who b- who believed in me
Me, AJ and Jeffery
We really are soaring for my Akhis struggling
Ain’t nothing changed
Ain’t nothing changed but my chain and my change
Girl what you saying? I’m still the same, I’m just in the game

[Chorus]
Shawty wanna be my wife (no way)
Cause I beat it out the park (José)
Smoking weed and staying high (high-igh)
Partying ’til after dark
Shawty wanna be my wife (no way)
Cause I beat it out the park (José)
Smoking weed and staying high (high-igh)
Partying ’til after dark

[Post-Chorus]
I’m no saqajaan, but this Henny that I’m on got me hella sakran
I’m no modmon, but these drugs that I’m on, so I keep my shades on
(I’m a bodmon)
Girl I’m only twenty-one, I’m just tryna have some fun
(I’m a bodmon)
I’m MIA out in LA nobody knows where I stay

[Verse 2]
Baby I see you, sweet and spicy too
Girl the way you move, got me feeling you
The way she twists and turns like hulahoop
Got some things I wanna do to you
Show me what that booty do, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Outro]
I play like bossa nova
I need my baby, come over
Rich bitch in a cocaine Range Rover
Salty when a Sweeterman slide through
With my clan when we ride through
She like me, but she wife’d you
Pussy fat and its tight too
Mami call me papi in Miami
My baby call me daddy out in Cali
(Quiero que sepas que soy tuya
Que sepas que me interesa)

Owl City – Firebird lyrics

[NOT FULL]

…
Tell me why I look back and I wanna cry
Sometimes I feel like we grew up too fast
You and I had the time of our younger lives
Sometimes I sigh and think about the past
But it’s alright ’cause everything changes
…
A basement full of boys building homemade bombs
AJ cut his finger and said go get your mom…

AJ Tracey – Alakazam (feat. JME & Denzel Curry)

[Intro: Jme & Lancey Foux]
Serious
Alakazam, use your psychic attack
It sounds like Nyge

[Chorus: AJ Tracey]
I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing
I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing
I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing
I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing

[Verse 1: AJ Tracey]
I’m a rockstar like Sting and Slash
Now peng tings wanna call man back
I’m a rockstar like Jeff or Matt
Call my young thug, watch man get slatt
Boy Better Know CEO on the track
Curry in the ends, that’s right, he’s back
Can’t push me ’cause you’ll get pushed back
Easter egg, the black MAC go crack
Catch man in traff, don’t lack
Dee in white and Raf in black
Pantomine, man act, get clapped
I’m from West so that’s tracksuits black
MTP or zone ten, that’s gang
Hopped the fence and dem boy there ran
Can’t stand the heat? Then don’t touch that pan
Free up S ’cause he lives in can
Still cotch with them
Ult like Denzel, been to Washington
Box on Renzel, think you’re boxing ’em?
Used to have Glocks and socks with rocks in ’em
Now the world is different
Same old Tracey but my girl is different
Didn’t rate me till I made her listen
She was boring till I made her glisten

[Verse 2: Jme]
I’m blessed, ask about me, research
Hear good things but know
They won’t be around no more if they cuss bad words
It’s all Rowntree till you get burst
And if you doubt me, jump feet-first
People around me will tell you
Jme’s mentality is one with the Earth
One life, you don’t wanna lose it, no
Once I hit ’em with the stupid flow
"Man Don’t Care" already, you should know
Fam, don’t let me dig a two-foot hole
It’s not that deep, it’s not rocket science
I’m here just tryna have a good time
Hurt one of mine? Fuck that
Man’s at the door next day like Amazon Prime; free delivery
I’ll murder the beat till you’re sick of me
Straight bars, no need for the trickery
Man will smoke that beef like Hickory
Yo, AJ, pass the auxillary
And the iPhone adapter
Give man chills like the fear factor
AJ, DC
Worldwide music, it’s a new chapter

[Verse 3: Denzel Curry]
Have the game in a headlock
If I see the cop that killed my brother
Believe he’ll die from the headshots
Beam on the Glock in my Hancock
Hedgehog when I get away
When I’m looking for a prey, better pray like a nun
With a cup full of rum, when the rum is red
Tote a gun instead, dollar bill in ten
When you meet death, reapers are grim
Fucking with me? Send the Reaper to him
Pull out the stick on a pussy ass nigga
They tell me I look like a people to him
Under my brim, abandon the so black
Probably black as my gat, facts
Switch up the style and relax, tax
Act like a hoe, get the MAC wax
Like tack tack
Hit ’em in the back, now that’s that
Gat to the face, that’s Snapchat
Now you a bitch like cat stacks, damn
I don’t talk no shit
‘Cause I got too much honour
Nine-millimetre go bang
And this piercing armour

AJ Tracey – Quarterback

[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback

[Verse 1]
Running up checks like a doctor
I’m tryna win gold like Oscar
A new flow, try and do it too, impostor
Got them all running off the beat like Costa
My team got a five star roster
Your bitch threw a fit when I tossed her
If she wanna fuck twice, that’ll cost her
If she wanna fuck twice, that’ll cost her
Leave me be, get out my face
I secured the bag and went on my way
They behind, they’re not on my page
Go learn to grind and get on my wage
You ain’t bae so don’t call man bae
You ain’t my mate so don’t call man A
Young nigga, they know my age
Free my bros, they locked in that cage
And I’ll still miss the drop if I want
Turn up, finesse the chick and I’m gone
I get head and keep all the lights on
No wasteman can jump on my song
They thought I would flop and they’re wrong
Still here, fit as hell my life’s strong
Still here, fit as hell my life’s strong

[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback

[Verse 2]
I’ve got her number but I’m just texin’
Hittin’ up my line on the next ting
I don’t want you I want next ting
Baby girl I owe you a sexing
Break man’s soul when I’m flexing
But he try cap so I decked him
I took a grey ting to my hotel
And i had her on her knees when I checked in
My LA dons make the Draco fly
Like bread before the Draco sign
Came through, I’m here to take what’s mine
No "Whatless" old man can make me sign
I was doing laps on my Ridgeback
Nah i was doing laps on a specialized
If i had beef then i slid back
Girl you wanna fuck? Better get in line
AJ, T
Be like, me
London’s best star in QB
If people say "fly" I’m like wait, who? me?
Made the trap jump, Jordan, 2,3
My bitch’d bad, thick and bou-jee
I was in the states counting, blue, cheese
Step up on the stage and they never boo, me
Sleep on a nigga, go ahead and you’ll, see

[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback

Nines – Outro (One Foot Out Album)

[Verse: Nines]
I came outta pen came in debt with my connect
Couldn’t sign bricks, we were the respect but no stress
Spent the whole summer on the blocks, sittin on the steps
Still can’t find 1 nigga I finesse
I’m ahead of my time
When Brom filled some yay, that food dead in my line
It’s cool though
I took that L then packed [?] a remix
It’s when I said fuck yay, it’s back to weed flips
Shit slowed down
You know me I still stacked some racks
Made sure I was ready for when them packs came back
Spent a whole year wearin Tracky scraps
Done a show, my nigga Griz came there wacky
Shoulda been in the Prem. the way my niggas ball
Scrapz shutted down, the next day I got a call
My guy said the plug wants to see me
I said right now I got too much bud fam, I’m easy
I holla when I’m done
His exact words were if the ‘nect tells you to come you better come
So I hit the M-way
Next thing you know I flew, damn
Came back off the plane feelin like a new man
Pissed off called my nigga Keyz, back in pen
‘Bout to jump on this rap ting again
Cause these other niggas’ raps are borin
Ice City every way
Come like my nigga Scrapz, he’s tourin
Fuckin with my sleepin pattern
Even when I’m in my sleep I’m trappin
I just made a transaction, I ain’t even see it happen
I ain’t gettin whip
I ain’t linkin any chicks
All I think about is bricks
Should be rich by 26
So I ain’t got time for rhymes
Shit went slow, niggas try and style on Nines
Copped some AJ shoes for the thousandth time
Used to window shop
Now I don’t even browse online

AJ Tracey & MJ Cole – The Rumble letras

[Verse 1: AJ Tracey]
We’ve got the city locked down
Everybody wants to copy our sound
Left of the map, left of the compass
Got the vibes on the roads that’ll lick a man down
Young bruddas got the energy locked
Got the remedy stocked and the melody’s strong
Good vibes, gotta keep the enemies gone
Any bad vibes, man will get their enemies boxed
L-O-N, fam, the city’s on top
We could bring it to your city on top
Tryna aim a lyric here? Long shot
You ain’t part of the gang, you’re lost
You ain’t been team, fam or squaddy
Netflix, catch some joke but no Corrie
Girls send me snaps of kitty like Yo Gotti
"AJ, what’s your next move?" Man, don’t worry

[Hook: AJ Tracey]
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon

[Post-Hook: AJ Tracey]
It’s the rumble
It’s the rumble

[Verse 2: AJ Tracey]
We’ve got the city on smash
Make tunes, we make moves and make cash
Real dudes, we don’t move with fake crabs
Get yats who put gash in our cabs
Model tings and their friends at our gaff
Your sound, it’s all forced, you’re all wack
Your bars, they can’t stand on my track
Got road bars, potent bars for my cats
L-O-N, fam, the city’s too real
We could bring it to your city, we’re ill
Tryna make it for my bruddas, that’s trill
Get nicked? I’m a mute, I don’t squeal
My flow’s bananas, you can’t peel
I turn up just like the limitless pill
AJ and MJ, we’re like steel
I’m a new school brudda with an old school feel

[Post-Hook: AJ Tracey]
It’s the rumble
It’s the rumble

[Verse 3: AJ Tracey]
We’ve got the city, it’s ours
Young bruddas in some really fast cars
Pretty women in their knickers and bras
Dark parties full of liquors and bars
Don’t copy, be yourself, it’s calm
Youth’s out, better ring the alarm
Positivity, not every day arms
Running riot with a bottle in my palm
Four wings, I paid for one less
Now I’m grinning teeth all because the bossman’s blessed
Reached 21, I passed that test
Never wanted to enhance Mum’s stress
Now I’m touring round the world, it’s vibes
Tryna earn, I wanna bring my guys
Couple yatties and a drink, we’re nice
Love my city, love my Gs, love life

[Outro: AJ Tracey]
It’s the rumble
AJ Tracey
AJ from the Lane
MJ Cole
And we’re inside, what you saying?