Drake – Toosie Slide Lyrics

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[Pre-Chorus]
Black leather gloves, no sequins (Yeah)
Buckles on the jacket, it’s Alyx shit
Nike crossbody, got a piece in it
Got a dance, but it’s really on some street shit
I’ma show you how

[Chorus]
It go right foot up, left foot, slide
Left foot up, right foot, slide
Basically, I’m sayin’, either way, we ’bout to slide, ayy
Can’t let this one slide, ayy

[Post-Chorus]
Don’t you wanna dance with me?
No? I can dance like Michael Jackson (Jackson)
I can give you the passion (Passion)
It’s a Thriller in the trap where we from
Baby, don’t you wanna dance with me?
No? I can dance like Michael Jackson
I can give you satisfaction
And you know we out here everyday with it
I’ma show you how to get it

[Chorus]
It go right foot up, left foot, slide
Left foot up, right foot, slide
Basically, I’m sayin’, either way, we ’bout to slide, ayy
Can’t let this one slide, ayy (Who’s babe?)

[Verse 1]
Two thousand shorties wanna tie the knot, ayy, yeah
Two hundred shooters on my brother’s block, woah, yeah
Petal off the rose like I love her not, maybe not
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I can’t stop, woah, yeah
Won’t stop, woah, yeah, never stop
Got so many opps, I be mistakin’ opps for other opps
Got so many people that I love out of troubled spots
Other than the family I got, it’s either you or me
That’s just how I think, it’s either you or me
This life got too deep for you, baby
Two or three of us about to creep where they stayin’

[Pre-Chorus]
Black leather gloves, no sequins
Buckles on the jacket, it’s Alyx shit
Nike crossbody, got a piece in it
Got a dance, but it’s really on some street shit
I’ma show you how to get it

[Chorus]
It go right foot up, left foot, slide
Left foot up, right foot, slide
Basically, I’m sayin’, either way, we ’bout to slide, ayy
Can’t let this one slide, ayy (Who’s babe?)

[Verse 2]
Toosie slide, then I hit it double time
Then I hit a spin ’cause we spun their block a couple times
If it’s not the right time, there’ll always be another time
I’m not even trippin’, we’ll just see ’em in the summertime, woah, yeah
Can’t describe the pressure I be puttin’ on myself, yeah
Really, I just can’t afford to lose nobody else, yeah
If they movin’ shaky, we’ll just do this shit ourselves, woah
If I’m movin’ shaky, Chubbs’ll do this shit himself, yeah
Solo niggas, only YOLO, for real
Hear a lot about ya but we don’t know, for real
Next time guarantee the truth’ll get revealed

[Pre-Chorus]
Black leather gloves, no sequins (Yeah)
Buckles on the jacket, it’s Alyx shit
Nike crossbody, got a piece in it
Got a dance, but it’s really on some street shit
I’ma show you how

[Chorus]
It go right foot up, left foot, slide
Left foot up, right foot, slide
Basically, I’m sayin’, either way we ’bout to slide, ayy
Can’t let this one slide, ayy

[Post-Chorus]
Don’t you wanna dance with me?
No? I can dance like Michael Jackson (Jackson)
I can give you the passion (Passion)
It’s a Thriller in the trap where we from
Baby, don’t you wanna dance with me?
No? I can dance like Michael Jackson
I can give you satisfaction
And you know we out here everyday with it
I’ma show you how to get it

Yfn Lucci – True Story Lyrics (feat. Kevin Gates)

[Intro: YFN Lucci]
Yeah, look

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Kevin Gates]
Always wanted me a Cutlass, huh, with the bucket seat
Always grew up hustling, gettin’ money, the hood showed love to me
All my young niggas sprayin’, so on my side, this shit get ugly
You ain’t stand up for your mans, so don’t be lyin’, talkin’ ’bout you gon’ thug for me
Always on my dick, bruh, you don’t love me
Always callin’ me big bruh, and you don’t know me
Oh, I can’t make this shit up, trust me
I can’t count this shit up, true story

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Uh, I used to wan’ play for the Knicks
Started servin’ these J’s nicks
Off the porch to the pavement
I was broke, I was takin’ risks
Man, I was f**ked up, I hated it
Uh, it was hard to get some paper work
So we was always takin’ shit, uh
Back then
Used to go to Jacks just to get the pack, it wasn’t much, but I had it
Work the block, no, beat the block all night, girl, I’m Michael Jackson
Uh, I ain’t gotta sell drugs no more, baby girl, I’m brackin’
I ain’t gotta sell drugs no more, baby girl, I’m crackin’
Yeah, why play when we love to shoot?
I hate that you turned your back on me, I had way too much love for you, yeah
I see that you fallin’ back from me, huh, ain’t no more askin’ me, yeah
Ain’t no more cappin’ me (Nah), can’t get no cash from me

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Kevin Gates]
Always wanted me a Cutlass, huh, with the bucket seat
Always grew up hustling, gettin’ money, the hood showed love to me
All my young niggas sprayin’, so on my side, this shit get ugly
You ain’t stand up for your mans, so don’t be lyin’, talkin’ ’bout you gon’ thug for me
Always on my dick, bruh, you don’t love me
Always callin’ me big bruh, and you don’t know me
Oh, I can’t make this shit up, trust me
I can’t count this shit up, true story

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
Got kicked in my ass, my loyalty used against me, look at what love did
I was betrayed, the streets had led us astray when we was just kids
I been to the pen’, got tough skin
I run with the real, so what then?
I hope he don’t fold when he go up the road
Send money for soap, enough, yeah
And I’m on the road to riches
Money attractin’ these niggas and scandalous hoes, already knowin’ the business
Doin’ the best we can, we pickin’ up cans, one of the strongest members
One of your partners went dig in your pockets, you say you ain’t got it, he throwin’ a triple
All in his feelings, he making these songs and disses, still I control the city
Bruh, he gon’ touch your soul, get rid of the coldness in it
Learn to control my feelings
I let it go and I got me a load delivered
Got me some soldiers, makin’ ’em do what I showed ’em
That’s how you ‘posed to get it
Not ashamed to say I’m afraid to get close to niggas

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Kevin Gates]
Always wanted me a Cutlass, huh, with the bucket seat
Always grew up hustling, gettin’ money, the hood showed love to me
All my young niggas sprayin’, so on my side, this shit get ugly
You ain’t stand up for your mans, so don’t be lyin’, talkin’ ’bout you gon’ thug for me
Always on my dick, bruh, you don’t love me
Always callin’ me big bruh, and you don’t know me
Oh, I can’t make this shit up, trust me
I can’t count this shit up, true story

Drake – When To Say When Lyrics

[Intro: Drake]
Yeah, somebody on
Somebody hit me today and they were like:
“Nah, just make sure, you know
You tell me what to do when I get there, you know?”
(June, you’re a genius)
I said, I respect you, no problem
We got all these blessings, just to give it to others anyway
You know what I’m sayin’?
Yeah, my hand’s always open, for real

[Verse: Drake]
Ayy, thirty-three years, I gave that to the game
Thirty-three mill’, I save that for the ring
Five hundred weeks, I fill the charts with my pain
Five hundred mil and I fall back in the 6ix
Finally give you the niggas the space you need to exist
Michael Jackson ‘ship, but the palace is not for kids
Still women sayin’ it’s childish the way we live
Brought a few “W’s’ to the 6ix
Baby mama fluke, but I love her for who she is
Baby, Wayne and Tez is responsible for this shit
Half of the time, I question my consciousness in this shit
Other times I question if compliments are legit
Full time I’m out here confident as a bitch
Tryna make good on the promises that I give
Tryna make sure my accomplices are legit
Register the business in my brother’s name
Thirty-five hunnid in the pocket, that should cover things
Certified lover man, trappin’ out the motherland
Always move right, so my watch is on the other hand
She can try and play it down now, but she was a fan
People wanna know what’s in my pockets, they don’t understand
My assistant always findin’ Percocets and rubber bands
Know my mom might not want to hear how I discover plans
Word to Sandra Graham, no one love you like your mother can
I watch Michael Rubin win a million off a couple hands
I decide what to see next like it’s on demand
I decide what to be next like I’m switchin’ plans
I’ma tell you what you feel next like the weatherman
I will split heads and break necks for my little man
Six God, praying hands like I’m a religious man
But I’m just a sicker man (Six, six, six), wicked man, look
We can argue back and forth about who the richer man
Isn’t that what matters in this world that we livin’ in?
Payin’ those dividends, snakes stay slitherin’
How you plan to make it to the top by just fittin’ it
How you plan to take a nigga’s spot by just givin’ in
How you gon’ treat this shit like you gon’ get to live again?
How you gettin’ hype off one hit? Do that shit again
How you got a manager you met after you got the win?
Bet you got some niggas that’ll love you to the bitter end
Bet you got somebody that’s just smarter than your other friends
Give ’em a percentage, see what happens to your blessings then
You just need to stay close to your people
That was there when others could’ve been
Then when others should’ve been
Got a nigga starin’ at the game like, “Damn coach, put him in”
But you never listen, so you niggas gon’ would again
Got us in the crib, talkin’ ’bout what niggas coulda been, shoulda been
And I got your girl on the second floor, beggin’ me to put it in
And it’s not because all of the money that you woulda spend
And it’s not because I set it up to try and get revenge
It’s because you niggas insecure, you ain’t made men
It’s because, even though you hate on me, we stay friends
It’s because you niggas never learn when to say when, yeah

[Outro: Drake & Sample]
For real, facts
Haha, yeah
I even took that day, I even Drake
That handsome man, who is the king, Drake, yes
See him? Which means [?]
[?] far with that man, [?], the official, no [?]
So you know Drake from time then? Yeah man
Okay ’cause I know when he keeps like a party and stuff
He wouldn’t invite you guys, compain and stuff
Yeah man, in the six, yeah man, and they
And in that Drake video, man, besides Rihanna man
That’s right, that’s right
I mean I respect that because um (Yeah)
Big lion like him didn’t have to remember, you know?
But that was a nice time (Yeah)
But what we are tryna show you is the people
And they say, “Ah, Drake is not here, guy”
Y’all can get, shut up, dawg
That man had the biggest ting in the world, yeah, yeah, yeah
Y’all relax, y’all not real knuckle sandwich, I eat (Hehe)
Make sure you know, choke on some, a box juice
Yeah, yeah, we out there King of Israel [?]
What are- what are they doin’ (I don’t know)
Can you still have some, “He’s wack guys”
“He ain’t hard,” and where he would
“Hard and soft,” “hard and soft”
Funny stop it, that man is the king (Haha)
I don’t care

YFN Lucci – True Story Lyrics

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[Intro: YFN Lucci]
Yeah, look

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Kevin Gates]
Always wanted me a Cutlass, huh, with the bucket seat
Always grew up hustling, gettin’ money, the hood showed love to me
All my young niggas sprayin’, so on my side, this shit get ugly
You ain’t stand up for your mans, so don’t be lyin’, talkin’ ’bout you gon’ thug for me
Always on my dick, bruh, you don’t love me
Always callin’ me big bruh, and you don’t know me
Oh, I can’t make this shit up, trust me
I can’t count this shit up, true story

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Uh, I used to wan’ play for the Knicks
Started servin’ these J’s nicks
Off the porch to the pavement
I was broke, I was takin’ risks
Man, I was fucked up, I hated it
Uh, it was hard to get some paper work
So we was always takin’ shit, uh
Back then
Used to go to Jacks just to get the pack, it wasn’t much, but I had it
Work the block, no, beat the block all night, girl, I’m Michael Jackson
Uh, I ain’t gotta sell drugs no more, baby girl, I’m brackin’
I ain’t gotta sell drugs no more, baby girl, I’m crackin’
Yeah, why play when we love to shoot?
I hate that you turned your back on me, I had way too much love for you, yeah
I see that you fallin’ back from me, huh, ain’t no more askin’ me, yeah
Ain’t no more cappin’ me (Nah), can’t get no cash from me

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Kevin Gates]
Always wanted me a Cutlass, huh, with the bucket seat
Always grew up hustling, gettin’ money, the hood showed love to me
All my young niggas sprayin’, so on my side, this shit get ugly
You ain’t stand up for your mans, so don’t be lyin’, talkin’ ’bout you gon’ thug for me
Always on my dick, bruh, you don’t love me
Always callin’ me big bruh, and you don’t know me
Oh, I can’t make this shit up, trust me
I can’t count this shit up, true story

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
Got kicked in my ass, my loyalty used against me, look at what love did
I was betrayed, the streets had led us astray when we was just kids
I been to the pen’, got tough skin
I run with the real, so what then?
I hope he don’t fold when he go up the road
Send money for soap, enough, yeah
And I’m on the road to riches
Money attractin’ these niggas and scandalous hoes, already knowin’ the business
Doin’ the best we can, we pickin’ up cans, one of the strongest members
One of your partners went dig in your pockets, you say you ain’t got it, he throwin’ a triple
All in his feelings, he making these songs and disses, still I control the city
Bruh, he gon’ touch your soul, get rid of the coldness in it
Learn to control my feelings
I let it go and I got me a load delivered
Got me some soldiers, makin’ ’em do what I showed ’em
That’s how you ‘posed to get it
Not ashamed to say I’m afraid to get close to niggas

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Kevin Gates]
Always wanted me a Cutlass, huh, with the bucket seat
Always grew up hustling, gettin’ money, the hood showed love to me
All my young niggas sprayin’, so on my side, this shit get ugly
You ain’t stand up for your mans, so don’t be lyin’, talkin’ ’bout you gon’ thug for me
Always on my dick, bruh, you don’t love me
Always callin’ me big bruh, and you don’t know me
Oh, I can’t make this shit up, trust me
I can’t count this shit up, true story

Kekra – Walou Lyrics

[Intro]
Kekra bosse à la compo’
Walou
Rien
Walou

[Refrain]
Bitch, autour de moi j’vois walou
Autour de moi j’vois rien
Bitch, autour de moi j’vois walou
Autour de moi j’vois rien
J’vois rien, j’vois rien
Walou, rien
Hein, walou, rien
Hein, walou, rien
Hein, walou
Bitch, autour de moi j’vois walou
Autour de moi j’vois rien
J’vois rien

[Couplet 1]
J’fais des sons insensés, j’ai des flows cadencés
Ils perdent le goût du challenge, limite, on n’est pas français
Tellement on est avancé, la compét’ est perdue d’avance
Le rap est mal agencé, j’suis venu pour l’arranger
Trop ché-per pour toutes ces balances
Le rap est mal agencé, j’suis venu pour l’arranger
Trop ché-per pour toutes ces balances
J’aborde quelque chose nouveau, quelque chose de nouveau
Tu voulais m’voir de haut, petit con soit déjà de haut
On vit dans un monde de baisés
De baisés, baisés, baisés, baisés
Ainsi les marionnettes font font font
Ainsi les marionnettes font font font
Ah bon, ah bon, ah bon, ah bon
J’rigole devant ses bouffons
Ah bon, ah bon, ah bon, ah bon

[Refrain]
Bitch, autour de moi j’vois walou
Autour de moi j’vois rien
Bitch, autour de moi j’vois walou
Autour de moi j’vois rien
J’vois rien, j’vois rien
Walou, rien
Hein, walou, rien
Hein, walou, rien
Hein, walou
Bitch, autour de moi j’vois walou
Autour de moi j’vois rien
J’vois rien

[Pont]
Biatch je suis pas le seul, biatch je suis pas le seul
À devoir détail du seum afin de ti-par au sun
Biatch je suis pas le seul, biatch je suis pas le seul
À devoir détail du seum afin de ti-par au sun
Biatch je suis pas le seul, biatch je suis pas le seul
À devoir détail du seum afin de ti-par au sun
Biatch je suis pas le seul, biatch je suis pas le seul
À devoir détail du seum afin de ti-par au sun

[Couplet 2]
Michael Jackson flow, Michael Jackson flow
Maître nageur, brasseur flow, vrai rappeur face aux faux
Autour de moi j’vois le néant néant néant néant néant néant néant
J’vois walou walou walou walou walou walou

[Refrain]
Bitch, autour de moi j’vois walou
Autour de moi j’vois rien
Bitch, autour de moi j’vois walou
Autour de moi j’vois rien
J’vois rien, j’vois rien
Walou, rien
Hein, walou, rien
Hein, walou, rien
Hein, walou
Bitch, autour de moi j’vois walou
Autour de moi j’vois rien
J’vois rien
J’vois walou

Dj Durel – Bad Moves Lyrics (feat. Quavo & Rich The Kid)

[Intro: Rich the Kid & Quavo]
Bad moves
Trap, I might shoot
In Miami
DJ Durel!

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
She don’t even love me, she just like me ’cause I’m bad
I was in the ‘Rari pullin’ off, I made ’em mad (Skrrt)
If they try to pull me over, I’ma do the dash (Woo, woo)
If she give me top, then I might f**k her on the corner (Woo, woo, woo)
Bad boy (Bad), I’m so f**kin’ bad, I was cuttin’ class (Class)
Bad, bad, ain’t no hall pass, I was trappin’ gas (Gas)
I might shoot (I might shoot), I was ridin’ ’round Miami with no roof (‘Round Miami)
Bad boy, pull up flexin’ in the coupe

[Verse 1: Rich the Kid]
Got a chopper and it’s brand new, brand new
Got a bitch and she bad too, bad too
I’m in MIA (MIA)
Rolls Royce or the Lamb’, what we gon’ ride today? (Skrrt)
I’m a bad boy, run up, you might get blown away

[Verse 2: Quavo & Rich the Kid]
Makin’ bad moves (Money), bad moves
Bad bitches like ’em bad too (Bad), bad too (Woo)
Get that bad today (Uh)
We the hottest in the city (Uh), don’t try to ride the wave (No)
Young niggas takin’ over, they some bad babies (Quavo)

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
She don’t even love me, she just like me ’cause I’m bad
I was in the ‘Rari pullin’ off, I made ’em mad (Skrrt)
If they try to pull me over, I’ma do the dash (Woo, woo)
If she give me top, then I might f**k her on the corner (Woo, woo, woo)
Bad boy (Bad), I’m so f**kin’ bad, I was cuttin’ class (Class)
Bad, bad, ain’t no hall pass, I was trappin’ gas (Gas)
I might shoot (I might shoot), I was ridin’ ’round Miami with no roof (‘Round Miami)
Bad boy, pull up flexin’ in the coupe

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Woo, Quavo
Fifty thousand, I’ma flex in all hunnids (Fifty)
I’m so bad, Michael Jackson owe me money (Woo-hee)
I’m so bad, Ali couldn’t touch me (Ali)
I’m so bad, I flew a bad bitch out the country (Bad, bad)

[Verse 4: Rich the Kid]
Say, “I love you,” I was lyin’, that was yesterday (Yesterday)
Pocket rocket in the club, but that’s the only way (That’s the only way)
If I know that I won’t win then I won’t even play
I’m so bad that I was waitin’ on a bad day

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
She don’t even love me, she just like me ’cause I’m bad
I was in the ‘Rari pullin’ off, I made ’em mad (Skrrt)
If they try to pull me over, I’ma do the dash (Woo, woo)
If she give me top, then I might f**k her on the corner (Woo, woo, woo)
Bad boy (Bad), I’m so f**kin’ bad, I was cuttin’ class (Class)
Bad, bad, ain’t no hall pass, I was trappin’ gas (Gas)
I might shoot (I might shoot), I was ridin’ ’round Miami with no roof (‘Round Miami)
Bad boy, pull up flexin’ in the coupe

Mir Fontane – Michael Jackson Lyrics (feat. Shawn Smith)

[Intro: Mir Fontane]
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Mir Fontane]
I need a Benz and a mansion, I need diamonds on me dancin’
Diamonds black like Michael Jackson, diamonds white like Michael Jackson
I spent two racks on my fashion, I’m under the cheese like a caption
And Momma said I need to slow up, ayy, I worry about money too much
I need a Benz and a mansion, I need diamonds on me dancin’
Diamonds black like Michael Jackson, diamonds white like Michael Jackson
I spent 2 racks on my fashion, I’m under the cheese like a caption
And Momma said I need to slow up, ayy, I worry about money too much

[Verse 1: Mir Fontane]
Worry about the money too much, yeah, worry about hunnids too much, yeah
Don’t do no talkin’ when I’m on the internet, can’t give these dummies too much
I’m from the muhf**kin’ side, yeah, young niggas die every time, yeah
BDBDBD Billie Jean, you know the baby ain’t mine, yeah
You had to fall in line, yeah
I got it, I spend it, it’s mine, yeah
I treat my seconds like they be my checks and I feel like you wastin’ my-
City way outta control again, the summer gone, it’s getting cold again
Relay races when they see my homie out here runnin’ crazy with the pole again
Coppas out here on patrol again
I need that bitch to take my soul again
Heart on my sleeve like I’m valentine
Moonwalkin’ thru the dollar signs

[Chorus: Mir Fontane & Shawn Smith]
I need a Benz and a mansion, I need diamonds on me dancin’
Diamonds black like Michael Jackson, diamonds white like Michael Jackson
I spent 2 racks on my fashion, I’m under the cheese like a caption
And Momma said I need to slow up, ayy, I worry about money too much
I need a Benz and a mansion, I need diamonds on me dancin’
Diamonds black like Michael Jackson, diamonds white like Michael Jackson (Shawn Smith)
I spent 2 racks on my fashion, I’m under the cheese like a caption (Shawn Smith)
And Momma said I need to slow up, ayy, I worry about money too much (Shawn Smith)

[Verse 2: Shawn Smith]
I used to wanna trap for [?]
Humble in my heart but a crook to a king
Pop used to trap, I would look and would see
Left it on the table, well good that’s for me
Maybe if I took it, he would never even know
Found right out, he got gypped for a G
[?]
Had to learn distance, and then I turned Christian, now hoped to be everything the Book said I’d be
Granted, I could rhyme, I was standing with some lames, never saw it coming till I left
[?]
Needed cheddar, started hustlin’ for a better way to stack
I was sad, not as live, we was panickin’ in pain
I just get up, called my cousin, get a session, pay the rent
While I had a 9-5, I was managin’ the game
Do not care ’bout all the hunnids, they can never say I’m wack
Waitin’ every week on the interview, it’s pitiful
My dawg always told me that the trap was considerable
Shit was on [?], but the digits too minimal
We givin’ niggas lean, like they did the smooth criminal
Hung around lames and crooks who wasn’t likely
[?] when I get booked, they wouldn’t write me
Couldn’t get a cut, this look just wasn’t like me
Life turned thriller, [?] in front of wifey
Too hot to f**k with thots on the Gram
Barely cool with you, don’t rock with your man
All these monkey niggas can stop with the [?]
Hate to burst your bubbles, your shots never land

[Chorus: Mir Fontane]
I need a Benz and a mansion, I need diamonds on me dancin’
Diamonds black like Michael Jackson, diamonds white like Michael Jackson
I spent 2 racks on my fashion, I’m under the cheese like a caption
And Momma said I need to slow up, ayy, I worry about money too much
I need a Benz and a mansion, I need diamonds on me dancin’
Diamonds black like Michael Jackson, diamonds white like Michael Jackson
I spent 2 racks on my fashion, I’m under the cheese like a caption
And Momma said I need to slow up, ayy, I worry about money too much

Kevin Gates – RBS Intro Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
All my life, it been like this
CashMoneyAP
Always
My daddy did this shit
I can’t see no other way
His daddy did this shit
One way
Dumb way
Go Grizz (I’m a real big speaker)

[Verse 1]
Controllin’ shit, I’m scorin’ flippers, ain’t nobody want look
Losin’ focus, burnin’ soda, tryna win off a cook
Thinkin’ situated, if I could just get to a book
Go to Texas, grab a hook and put that bass in the hood
Bitch, I got weight in the hood, I’m up in rank in the hood
My lil’ soldiers on it, I no longer stay in the hood
Quiet as kept, I was the first to put that H in the hood
With Big Marques, I’m sippin’ lean, would take a break if I could
Phone bling-a-ling-a-lingin’, it retarded, come see me (Hello)
Trap do a ninety, it’s a quarter ki’ eater
Hold it down when I’m on lock, callin’ shots from the box
Diamond teeth full of rocks, I’m a real big speaker

[Chorus]
As-salāmu ʿalaykum, akhi
Wa-Alaikum As-Salaam, el Wa Rahmato Allah
Are you well?
I’m a real big speaker
And look, shout out to my bitch, I was penitentiary rich
In the streets I do my shit, I could really feed people
As-salāmu ʿalaykum, mozza, ta’alee, jamelek be jannini
I’m a real big speaker

[Verse 2]
I don’t fear nothin’ but God, I ain’t got no bodyguard
In the streets or on the walk
I’m a real big speaker
I hold it down for the Breadwinner cartel
Wallahi, I sworn to God
With non-believers, I fuss and fall
It’s cold, but it’s fair, but it come with it all
In my pocket, I got… funds, metric ton, love
Chances made a champion, pick that metric ton up (Hold up)
Ayy, keep ’em starin’ in this bitch
I am turnt in the party, diamonds dancin’ in this bitch
Crack a smile, woo, God, bling, blaow, drippin’ water
Necklace is moonwalkin’, Michael Jackson in this bitch
I’m rockin’ some glasses, takin’ some classes
Fast, tilt, two-seater
Presidential when I step, had to catch her breath
She seen the Cartier, got cardiac arrest
You know what happens next, I’m a real big speaker

[Chorus]
As-salāmu ʿalaykum, akhi
Wa-Alaikum As-Salaam, el Wa Rahmato Allah
Are you well?
I’m a real big speaker
And look, shout out to my bitch, I was penitentiary rich
In the streets I do my shit, I could really feed people
As-salāmu ʿalaykum, mozza, ta’alee, jamelek be jannini
I’m a real big speaker

[Outro]
I’m a real big speaker
I’m a real big speaker

Luh Kel – Pull Up Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Na, na, na, na, na
Everytime I miss you
And I love to hear your voice, sound like an instrumental
Na, na, na, na, na

[Verse 1]
I pull up to your crib everytime I miss you
And I love to hear your voice, sound like an instrumental (Instumental, yeah)
Girl, I be going on all these trips but love it when I’m with you
And you know when I pull up we settle all our issues
It’s Thanksgiving so you lovin’ on the way I eat it
Michael Jackson, I’m in it, you lovin’ how I beat it
If I tell you I love you baby I really mean it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I really miss your body, you know that I need it (Woah)

[Chorus]
You feelin’ sick from all the motion
Girl I love it when I’m in your ocean
Touching on you, I swear you got the potion (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Loving on you, I swear you got the potion (Yeah)
And girl I leave you soakin’
Girl you got me high but I ain’t smokin’
I’ma give you ’bout everything you wanted
Gas you up to the sky, got you floating
But you know this

[Verse 2]
Yeah, right crowd
Them others boys they need to pipe down (Pipe down)
You and me, baby we alone so that’s the right sound (Right sound)
And I like it when we alone so turn them lights out
Ain’t no Netflix and Chillin’, I want it right now
I like it when we cruisin’
Yeah, niggas be talkin’ but girl you really do it
And knew it
And you had a nigga before me so now you choosin’ (Ohh)
Ballin’ like LeBron and Kobe so there ain’t no losin’

[Outro]
You got my eyes open, girl you the only one I want
And ain’t no option, cause I’ve been waiting on you for months (Yeah)
You the only one I want, you the only one I need, you the only one I see
You the only one I need
When you hold a .223, baby got me on my knees (Yeah)
(You the only one I want, you the only one I need, you the only one I see
You the only one I need
When you hold a .223, baby got me on my knees (Yeah))

Young Thug – 1st Song Lyrics

[Intro]
Woah! Jeffery
Possibly I took some broads, aye
Jeff!
Aye aye aye aye

[Verse 1]
I just wanna smash on the first day
I just wanna smash on the first day
I just wanna smash on the first day
I just wanna smash, I’ma smash
Smash like a smash gang
Smash in my Balmains
Smash while I’m switching lanes
Smash in your maintain
When you smash you gotta maintain
Gotta smash on your main thing
Fuck her hard like my main dame, aye
I’ma smash, I’ma remain
The best that she ever saw, the best that she ever did
The best that she ever fucked, the best that she ever kissed
The best that she ever sucked, the best thing she ever did
I’ma be the best thing she ever did
Oh, oh, oh!
Prince and Michael Jackson on my jacket, gucci [?]
She bad, I make her badder, dead fresh without a casket
Hermes on my belt, no no no wrangling, no no ratchet
Smith & Wesson glocky, I’ma keep a fucking ratchet, aye
I just wanna smash
Best thing then I’m happy, yes
Buy her everything, make sure she happy, yes
Rollie-ro-ro-rollie with the Patek, yes
Got her [?] then designer sex
I’m gon’ fuck you like no other, nothing like the rest
I’ma battle with you through everything with no flesh
If I promised I’ma marry you, you ain’t gotta rush
Oh!

[Chorus: Young Thug & Sonyae Elise]
I’ma make sure that you ball with your feet up
(He gon’ make sure that I ball with my feet up)
Turn you up, I never lost with your feet up
(Turn me up, I never lost with my feet up)
Buy you diamonds, [?] with your feet up
(Buy me diamonds, [?] with my feet up)
She pregnant with my daughter with her feet up
(She pregnant with your daughter with my feet up)
Yeah, with your feet up (Ohhh)
Aye, with your feet up
Aye, with your feet up
Aye
Ohhh, with my feet up
Ohhh, with my feet up
Oh yeah, with my feet up
With my feet up
Feet up
With my feet up, nigga
Help me with my feet up, yeah
I be riding-riding-riding with my feet up
That’s my nigga, he gon’ make sure that they keep up
He gon’ make sure that they always gotta catch ’em
I don’t fuck with niggas, we be out there catching
I be rolling-rolling-rolling with ’em, yeah
I’m with boy-boy-boys sipping [?]
With my feet up

Young Thug – Real in My Veins Lyrics

[Intro]
Tell that pussy nigga take a look at what they done created
Mario

[Chorus]
I got real runnin’ through my veins
I put VVS’s in my chains
Remain the same, don’t change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for change
I’m just sayin’ tell them pussy niggas take a look at what they created
Tell the whole circle look at what they done created
Tell the cops they gon’ start chaos if they raid it
Commanding war, made somebody bleed
Now I ain’t worry ’bout you, gettin’ past these fuckin’ bouncers
Tell the critics that they talkin’ ’bout the fuckin’ founder
Tell Scott I’m on the way, I’m gettin’ fuckin’ faded
Call your momma Thugger, tell her that you fuckin’ made it

[Verse 1]
Came from the ground to the top, uh
I’m ’bout to rob you some rocks, uh
I’m bout to set up a shop, uh
I’m bout to buy back the block, uh
I got respect for the ‘Wop, uh
First nigga gave me a knot, uh
I put some keys in the pot, uh
She got Versace on her crotch, uh
It’s purple, but this is not Watson, uh
I make that bitch squirt, it’s a thot, uh
I turn a lil bitch to a lot, uh
My watch on the floor, need a mop, uh
Rob Jack if he come out the box, uh
I got a tail on, it’s a fox, uh
I’m banging that fire, fox, uh
My bitch get wild, uh
Bloody cross on like a pastor
Cooking fish scale with no batter-er-er-er
Chains on me like Jerry Springer beezy
I repent for my sins everyday

[Chorus]
I got real runnin’ through my veins
I put VVS’s in my chain’s
Remain the same and change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for change

[Verse 2]
You keep playin’ and you get knocked off
I hate to say it but I’m ready for the pop off
Got lil’ mama outta drum talkin’ top throat
She said she ready, let’s get it I got combos
I’m talkin’ junk food, eat me up like mumbos
Beat it up, got me hoppin’ off the top rope
Beat it up, got me slidin’ off the sliding board
Leave it stuck, man lil shawty ain’t cleaned out tho’
I got my money up and I heard that you want some
Nigga moon walkin’, Michael Jackson moves
I got latitude, I got gratitude
And if you look up at the moon, you’ll see my attitude

[Chorus]
I got real runnin’ through my veins
I put VVS’s in my chain’s
Remain the same and change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for change
I’m just sayin’ tell them pussy niggas take a look at what they done creating
Tell the whole circle look at what they done created
Tell the cops they gon’ start chaos if they raid it
Commandin’ war, made somebody bleed
Now I ain’t worry ’bout you gettin’ past these fuckin’ bouncers
Tell the critics that they talkin’ ’bout the fuckin’ founder
Tell Scott I’m on the way, I’m gettin’ fuckin’ faded
Call your momma Thugger, tell her that you fuckin’ made it

Andy Mineo – Coquito Lyrics

[Verse 1: Foggieraw & Andy Mineo]
Light-skinned friend she look like Michael Jackson
Got a dark-skinned friend she lo-look like Tito (Tito)
Pull up to that rim, I can’t miss like D-Rose (D-Rose)
Baby my coquito, you know she from Puerto Rico (aye, yah)
Lie like James Bond in my black tuxedo (hmm)
Southside coolant, I been incognito
Yeah, always spend a brick, baby I’m no cheapo
Shoutout Uncle Billy, he just beat the chemo! (aye)
Pretty Spanish mommy, and she call me chico (hmmm)
She said, “Como estas?” I said, “Me no speako”
Fake it ’till you make it, I call that placebo (got ’em)
Father, Son and Spirit, that’s the three amigo (aye)
Woke up in the morning, I just did my devo (my devo)
That’s the way I doo-doo on my ego (on my ego)
I think I just might of disappointed Creamo (dang)
That’s okay, we just did this for the people (uhh)

[Chorus: Andy Mineo]
Feelin’ sorry for yourself like (boo-hoo) poor me (woah)
Pour me, pour me a glass of coquito, coquito, coquito, yeah
Lost in the sauce
She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A
She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A, aye
She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A
Down in M-I, M-I, M-I-A-M-I, yeah

[Verse 2: Foggieraw & MannyWellz]
Light-skinned friend she look like Michael Jackson
Got a dark-skinned friend shh like Tito (Tito)
Lightskin shorty, I won’t trade her for noone, noone, nah, nah, nah
Gotta dark-skinned friend, she look like Kelly Rowland
Gotta dark-skinned shorty, I can’t trade her for noone
[?], I’ll get you a couple
I need that black skin, babe like coquito

[Verse 3: Andy Mineo & MannyWellz]
I know a caramel queen, she look like Bruno Mars
All them jokers want her heart, but she don’t play them cards, no
Lightskin shorty, I won’t trade her for noone (yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
I gotta lightskinned shorty, she look like Pocahontas
And she always set it off, that’s why I think she the bombest, yeah yeah
Lightskin shorty, I won’t trade her for noone
(scatting), woah woah woah woah
(scatting), woah woah woah woah
(scatting), woah woah woah woah
Woah woah, (scatting)

[Chorus: Andy Mineo]
Feelin’ sorry for yourself like poor me
Pour me, pour me a glass of coquito, coquito, coquito, yeah
Don’t get lost in the sauce
She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A
M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A, aye yeah
M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A
She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A, yeah

Yung Bans – Wish I Had Lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah
Thought about it before I did it, I really wish I had
I really wish I had
I really wish I had
I really wish I weren’t so sad
Michael Jackson’s bad
Rob him wit’ no mask, yeah
Cut his throat with glass, yeah
Stuck in my ways, in way too deep
It took a lot of pain and heartbreak just for me to see
I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week
I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week

[Verse 1]
Niggas rap ’bout it, but they don’t even know the half
They don’t even know the half
They don’t even know the half
You was never in them trenches with me gettin’ that fast cash
Gettin’ that fast cash
Gettin’ that fast cash (yeah)
Fuck Hollywood, bitch I’m in the hood forever, hmm
Mama say I’m foolish, mama know she taught me better, ay
Streets made me numb, save your tears, please don’t shed ’em, ay
Nina on my hip, get it poppin’ like a kettle
Free my daddy, free my brother, free my other brothers too
This for all my young niggas who been really goin’ through it
I was locked up, 5 months, and nobody ride but you
Mama, (?), no this ain’t the truth

[Chorus]
Yeah
Thought about it before I did it, I really wish I had
I really wish I had
I really wish I had
I really wish I weren’t so sad
Michael Jackson’s bad
Rob him wit’ no mask, yeah
Cut his throat with glass, yeah
Stuck in my ways, in way too deep
It took a lot of pain and heartbreak just for me to see
I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week
I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week

[Verse 2]
I know (?) my daddy, he show no support
He took his own course, now he up the road, north
He ain’t even show up to court
But I’m a bigger sport
Still love that little bitty whore
I’m still your second little boy
I mean no disrespect, but mama, this is how I feel
Why you out here lookin’ for love, I heard that love kills
I got so much money, I’ll make a change in your life for real
Be your knight in shining armour like I’m made of steel
I feel like Jodye (?) baby boy
Tell me grow up, can’t play with toys, yeah
I got a little son, had to make a choice, yeah
Should I use my head, should I use my voice, yeah
And you was the first one to tell me
You gon’ die, go to jail, playin’ in these streets
Had to see it for myself ’cause I ain’t believe
I’ve been goin’ through the system since I was 15

[Chorus]
Yeah
Thought about it before I did it, I really wish I had
I really wish I had
I really wish I had
I really wish I weren’t so sad
Michael Jackson’s bad
Rob him wit’ no mask, yeah
Cut his throat with glass, yeah
Stuck in my ways, in way too deep
It took a lot of pain and heartbreak just for me to see
I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week
I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week

Vic Mensa – Reverse lyrics

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
See this when I’m sleepin’
You can work my [?]
And my nina, she’s a diva
Purrin’ like we’ll feed her
Pipe her [?]
Chili on the chain, seats exceeded
Shawty wanna race like a beatle liter
Push T’s like a [?]
Like three stripes and a slash, I’m undefeated
Red ons, tip-toin’
Push button, kill John
Road too, felt cool in an old school, Vince Vaughn
Vroom vroom, nitro with the turbo
Pour that Ace of Spades up, we don’t sweat no [?]
Got the [?] off of the top my shell, I’m a turtle
Shawty tryna find it, throw it in reverse though

[Chorus: Vic Mensa]
Aston Martin, push-button motor
Migos on the ice, anti-sauna
Go, oh, oh
Floss, floss, let me see how you work
You boys smokin’ dirt, we smokin’ Larry Bird
Straitjacket, go berzerk
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Yeah, bend that ass over, throw it backwards
Moonwalkin’ to the n*gger like I’m Michael Jackson
Make a film with your bitch, turn into an actor
Shimmy out and then she ate a pill after
I get clothes from Vaccarello
I get [?] from [?]
I get packages from Paris, drop that Fed-Ex on my name
I get runway, off the runway, to the runway on the plane
Told you we are not the same, see that Spider switchin’ lanes
Give it some gas, look at the dash
What’s is he doin’? He goin’ fast
Look at the whip, look at him smash
Look at him skrt, look at the cash
It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s a man that’s gone insane
He’s in stage in a straight jacket, this is not a game
Yeah, lit like a candle, I been too much to handle
This velvet jacket’s fragile
‘Kay, be careful when you handle, please
Yeah, your hands look kind of dusty
Please be careful how you touch me
In Paris, out the country, ayy

[Chorus: Vic Mensa]
Aston Martin, push-button motor
Migos on the ice, anti-sauna
Go, oh, oh
Floss, floss, let me see how you work
You boys smokin’ dirt, we smokin’ Larry Bird
Straitjacket, go berzerk
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse

Kanye West – Lift Yourself (Remix) Lyrics

[Chorus: Amnesty & No I.D.]
Yeah
Hard to see, ooh
The hang-ups we have today-ay-ay
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Said we need to strive for more liberty
Lift yourself up on your feet, let’s get it on
Yourself up on your feet, let’s get it on
Yeah
Lift yourself up on your feet, let’s get it on
Yourself up on your feet, let’s get it on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: No I.D.]
I’ma lift all my niggas off the street
Never been one to just sit back and accept defeat
Everday I wake, I see peace
Man, that’s the only thing we need
That’s the only thing we need
An’ if you love her, get on one knee
If you love her, get on one knee
An’ if you don’t, then let her be, yeah
An’ if you don’t, then let her be
It ain’t her fault that she crazy, yeah, yeah
It ain’t enough accountability, yeah
If you look around you can really see
This country on the top level
Look around and you can see, you can, you can

[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]
Let’s stew ’em, ratatouille
Need to slew it, blue, share the bank
Ascension, my direction, niggas rich [?]
Need the numbers, talk it, do it
Dank as diesel, not denim
Needa hear ’em, needa fax [?]
When we met ’em, Goddamnit
But it ain’t about the [?]
Yeah, it’s ’bout the [?]
Yeah I’m sending love to strangers, opposition, friend, acquaintance
‘Cause I ain’t gon’ be complainin’ when I’m racing in a Veyron
[?] down to skatin’
On vacation in the section
Tip the waiters elevated out the Matrix
They say the best things in life are sporadic
So, shawty, get that ass ’cause we ’bout to get active
I’m tryna get behind you like a pastor
So glad she gave me [?], my pockets ain’t [?]
Felatio fantastic, these bands on me elastic
Immaculate, a nigga off the wall, Michael Jackson
I’ve had it with niggas cappin’ on my like I can’t go
An’ my life fucked up like Chato’s
Ohh, yeah

[Interlude: Kanye West, Amnesty & Kid Cudi]
Hard to see, ooh (Lift yourself, lift yourself)
The hang ups we have today-ay-ay
[But they don’t really realize, though
Said we need to strive for more liberty
This next verse, this next verse though
Lift yourself up on your feet
These bars
Lift yourself up on your feet
Watch this some shit, go

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Poopy-di scoop
Scoop-diddy-whoop
Whoop-di-scoop-di-poop
Poop-di-scoopty
Scoopty-whoop
Whoopity-scoop, whoop-poop
Poop-diddy, whoop-scoop
Poop, poop
Scoop-diddy-whoop
Whoop-diddy-scoop
Whoop-diddy-scoop, poop

Kris Wu – Deserve (Lido Remix) lyrics

(feat. Travis Scott)

[Intro: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yah

[Verse 1: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
I got all this money, so I know you won’t expect this (yahhh)
Runnin’ on the low-low, but I know that you interested
I just made a call, you and your girls is on the guest list (yah, yah)
Maybe you’re still liquor, but I swear I wanna French kiss (it’s lit)
And that body on you girl, I promise that’s impressive
Rollie on my wrist, I’m trynna chill, but still I’m flexin’
Baby, you a star and all these others girls is extras (yah)
I been on the block, I’m trynna build with you like Tetris, oh (straight up)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song about you

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Kris Wu]
I might write a song about you tonight (you tonight)
You the perfect melody for the life (and what I like)
Let me make you famous, Michael Jackson dangerous
You my favorite song, add you to my playlist (oh)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
You don’t gotta sleep alone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Kris Wu]
Girl, you know that you a freak
Shawty, you belong with me
Let me get you in your zone
Maybe we can take it home,
Girl, you know that you a freak
Shawty, you belong with me
Let me get you in your zone
Maybe we can take it home,

[Outro: Kris Wu]
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah

Big Flip Papi – Money On The Way lyrics

Verse 1
It’s Okayi got money on the way
Chef it bag it up, yeah we hungry round the way
We do it real right, round the clock all night
That hustles in my blood, can’t get it out my life
G5 whips the color of rose gold
He fly switch, the phantom to the rose
Bezel on the Rollie uh, looking so bold
Back hammer out on homie, guaranteed your son will fold
Oh forgive you me you don’t know?
Whoaaa even Black Rob would say you got to go
No! Big Flip Papi that nigga
Call me Michael Jackson, with a million dollar zipper
Tipper, I fell in love with a stripper
Got money on the way, and she knows that I’m a hit her

Hook
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Cop it off the lot got money on the way
It’s okay I got money on the way
Pop that Ciroc got money on the way
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Money, Money, got money on the way
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Drop them checks, got money on the way

Verse 2
It’s Okay I left the trap to the youngings
They don’t play, steam the Mac if you fronting
Flee dropping checks, and a nigga came from nothing
Key round my neck, go getter, I ain’t stunting
They see my respect, so they know I ain’t bluffing
All them years locked up top, now I’m worth something
Villas, yachts, double shots at the bar
My hitters pop, licking shots at you frauds
And we always got back up, when we fall
Got money on the way, yeah, it’s knocking at my door
Flew to Italy shopped at designer stores
Bought her so many bags she ain’t even want more
I’m living good now, no doubts, so sure
Body bags at money banks, looking like a morgue
She bounce to the beat, ass dropping to the floor
Her money on the way
You make it rain, we make it pour

Hook
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Cop it off the lot got money on the way
It’s okay I got money on the way
Pop that Ciroc got money on the way
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Money, Money, got money on the way
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Drop them checks, got money on the way

Frank Ocean – Pink + White (feat. Beyoncé) lyrics

[Intro: Frank Ocean]
Yeah, yeah, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
That’s the way everyday goes
Every time we’ve no control
If the sky is pink and white
If the ground is black and yellow
It’s the same way you showed me
Nod my head, don’t close my eyes
Halfway on a slow move
It’s the same way you showed me
If you could fly then you’d feel south
Up north’s getting cold soon
The way it is, we’re on land
Still I’m someone to hold true
Keep you cool when it’s still alive
Won’t let you down when it’s all ruin

[Hook: Frank Ocean]
Just the same way you showed me, showed me
You showed me love
Glory from above
Regard my dear
It’s all downhill from here

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
In the wake of a hurricane
Dark skin of a summer shade
Nose dive in the flood lines
Tall tower of milk crates
It’s the same way you showed me
Cannonball off the porch side
Older kids trying off the roof
Just the same way you showed me (you showed)
If you could die and come back to life
Up for air from the swimming pool
You’d kneel down to the dry land
Kiss the Earth that birthed you
Gave you tools just to stay alive
And make it out when the sun is ruined

[Hook: Frank Ocean]
That’s the same way you showed me, showed me
You showed me love
Glory from above
Regard me dear
It’s all downhill from here

[Outro: Frank Ocean + Beyoncé]
Remember life
Remember how it was
Climb trees, Michael Jackson, it all ends here
Say what up to Matthew, to Shoob
Say what up to Danny
Say what up to life immortality
Bending up my Nikes
Running out the melpomene, nicotine
Stealing granny cigs (take it easy)
Gimme something sweet
Bitch I might like immortality
This is life, life immortality

Mike G – Wreckless Lyrics

You been obedient. I been lenient
The coupe double cup. You see me lean in it
I ain’t preaching it. Bitch be appreciative
Keep it secretive won’t front like I don’t know ya
Girl with them eyes I do what you wanna
I say hypnotize she say controlla
It’s like She know everything I love
Rockstar speedin off from the midnight club. Even though the whip clean she wreckless
She break a block down drop it make a line disappear like Tetris
Cocky puttin on my best Kanye west impression
Cruising sections trynna add a Barbie bitch to my collection
I forgot mention to hail to the chief when I step in
See that’s presidential shit I had to dress for the election, yo

It’s bittersweet how you don’t listen
Tonight, we need to see them bad intentions
You been obedient. I been lenient
The coupe, double cup. You see me lean in it

Niggas in Hollywood reaching for a role
Jack Frost but you gon regret leaving me in the cold
Hit the house with black mask when the cops at the door
And say the black man rob watch a nigga say woah
Pete Maravich with the 44
Dial up soldiers. creepin up slow
Give me the drop like she do it for radio
Turn the bed to a Carnival and put on a freak show
I know, there’s no way that you can be the hardest without sum’n
That’ll make em get up like graffiti artist
So fairly.. imma do it til they obey me
Jewels on my neck, smile on my face straight to the bank, see

It’s bittersweet how you don’t listen
Tonight we need to see those bad intentions
You been obedient. I been lenient
The coupe double cup. You see me lean in it

We took the long route. I’m talking scenic shit
Son came from fire. I’m talking Phoenix shit
I’m what danger is that Michael Jackson
Chief when I’m rappin uh, I’m bout that action

03 Greedo – If I Wasn’t Rappin

[Intro]
03
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby, wasn’t rappin’ baby
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby

[Chorus]
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
You know I’d be trappin’ daily
Sippin’ shit, I’m rappin’ baby
She say I be actin’ shady
Wake up and I’m after payments
Bitch, I’m tryna grab Mercedes

[Verse]
And I’m playin’ them naked ladies
Save the cash and never save ’em
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
I’d be back stuck on the pavement
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
I’d’ve never left the station
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
I’d still be on that vacation
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
I’d never be here to taste ya
That’s the part that drive you crazy
‘Member when I caught them cases
You thought they would take you, Jason
Thank the Lord I wasn’t patient
I did it without the stations
Took a loss and rearranged it
Took a charge and didn’t say shit
Sweet lady, need a replacement
You feel good, get left for ravin’
Fly bitch from where I be bangin’
[?] in my fuckin’ favor
Bitch, I’m from another planet
Where we speak a different language
Fuck the jury and the plaintiff
Word to Chase, he fuckin’ saved me
Reason why I got the [?]
Now I’m here to bring the plaques
Hottest shit since Michael Jackson
Janet Jackson, satisfaction
Love my sisters on some black shit
White girl in my fuckin’ baggage
White girl made me fuckin’ happy
Fuck the bounty, I’m just laughin’
‘Cause you drove out here to grab me
I got out soon as I landed
Waited longer on the package
Now they know I’m really trappin’
And I still don’t know what happened
Realest nigga in first class
The realest statement in your caption
"#Free03, my favourite rapper"

[Break]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
03
Yeah, yeah
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby

[Chorus]
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
You know I’d be trappin’ daily
Sippin’ shit, I’m rappin’, baby
She say I be actin’ shady
Wake up and I’m after payments
Bitch, I’m tryna grab Mercedes
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
You know I’d be trappin’ daily
Sippin’ shit, I’m rappin’, baby
She say I be actin’ shady
Wake up and I’m after payments
Bitch, I’m tryna grab Mercedes

[Outro]
And [?] naked ladies
Save the cash and never save ’em
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
I’d be back stuck on the pavement
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
I’d’ve never left the station
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
I’d still be on that vacation
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
I’d never be here to taste ya
That’s the part that drive you crazy
‘Member when I caught them cases
You thought they would take you, Jason
Thank the Lord I wasn’t patient
I did it without the stations
Took a loss and rearranged it

Hoodrich Pablo Juan – Faygo Cream (feat. Duke)

[Chorus: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
‘Bout gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean

[Verse 1: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Yeah, you could leave me in the hood, with no clothes
Bet you I’ma catch a ho before I catch a cold
Ooh, cross ’em out like hot sauce, I’m balling like a pro
We gon’ pull up strapped up to every show
I bet you I’ma handle business, and that’s for sure
Ooh, mama told me chase that money, say fuck them hoes
Ooh, just hope it ain’t no witness, I got blood on the floor
I got too many bitches, I don’t love none’ them hoes
Yeah, I might start moonwalking like I’m Michael Jackson
I got on too much fashion, my wrist doing magic
I got the diamonds on my wrist dancing
I’m throwing that money in Magic City
I wanna fuck, she got ass and titties
Drinking that lean, I got bad kidneys
Molly in the bag, got my mask with me

[Chorus: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Hit the lab and pop a bean, all my bitches mean
I’m a rockstar, I spent two thousand on jeans
Drank got me movin’ slow, I’m sippin’ on lean
And we not drinking no green
They pull out their cameras when I’m on the scene
That bitch ain’t bad, she a thot
Nigga try me, gotta die
I went and broke down a pot
I got that shit out the pot
Bitch I cannot tie the knot
Trappin’ and rappin’ with fire
I just might peel out the lot
Don’t know what I’m sippin’ but I poured a lot

[Chorus: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean

[Verse 3: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Yeah, Pablo Juan, call me your majesty
I fucked her and I ain’t call her and now she mad at me
I be fresh to death, yeah, it’s a tragedy
I got it on lock but I heard you had the key
Yeah, gettin’ money every day, now you mad at me
Ooh, I don’t fuck with hater niggas, ain’t my cup of tea
Yellow Lamb, black guts, call it bumblebee
Bought a new AP, man I think they on to me

[Chorus: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean

Young Dolph – Playa Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
Ayyyy
Buddah blessed this beat

[Verse 1]
What up?
All of these diamonds on me, they say I ain’t playin’ fair (damn)
Pull up at the mansion, I got cameras everywhere (uh)
Dobermans in the backyard like the president (uh)
Fifty bitches on my dick, call me Dolph the pimp (hey)
Don’t give a fuck, ain’t a rich nigga, you a shrimp (lil boy)
Court side with my lil son watchin’ LeBron and them, hah
P’s of cannabis, my nigga I sold tons of them, hah
Drop a bag on his head, each and every one of them, hah
And these bitches (what?), nah, we don’t love none of them (nah)
The police get behind this Rari, I’ma run from them (skrrt)
You know that they smokin’ weed and they got guns in there (yeah yeah)
Got a bad bitch waitin’ on me with no underwear (yeah yeah)
Black skirt, not a lick of panties under there (uh-huh)
Gangster from the start, my heart ain’t got no love in there (uh-huh)
They always on my IG just to see what I wear
Got somebody’s bitch bent over, from the back and pullin’ hair (huh)
Fuck it, I don’t care (fuck it)
Count better than I spell (fuck it)
It smoke how it smell (fuck it)
Fuck ’em, send some shells (fuck ’em)
I just bought a P to smoke and I ain’t got shit for sale (nah)
I know you can tell (what?), I’m a fuckin’ player (player)

[Chorus]
Player (player), player (player), player (player), player (player)
Motherfuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), I’m a fuckin’ player
Player player (player), player (player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), motherfuckin’ player

[Verse 2]
Look how that shit hit (shine), Michael Jackson dancin’ (dance)
White bitch told me she wanna go fuck to Marilyn Manson (hol’ up)
My hood bitch said she wanna fuck me good then make a sandwich (okay)
I turned it to a traphouse but at first it was abandoned (trap)
The game been good to me (yeah)
A quarter milly every week (yeah)
I dream about cake when I sleep (yeah)
I wake up like it’s time to eat, hey
Fuck you, pay me (give me that)
Secure the bag daily (whoa whoa)
I’m thinkin’ new Mercedes
Your main bitch my baby (hah)
I fucked your favorite public figure but she say we dated (uh-uh)
My lil nigga can’t stay out of jail, he keep catchin’ cases (damn)
Two of my dogs, they fell out ’bout money and I swear I hate it (shit man)
I put extra ice on my wrist because it keep on achin’ (woo)
I put her legs behind her and now she keep on shakin’ (woo)
Bitch I went from a Cutlass (Cutlass), to a double R (R)
Light up my blunt then push a button, that motherfucker start (yeah)
Trap nigga living large (yeah)
I put that on God (ayy)

[Chorus]
Player (player), player (player), player (player), player (player)
Motherfuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), I’m a fuckin’ player
Player player (player), player (player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), motherfuckin’ player

Cam O’bi – TenderHeaded (feat. Smino)

[Chorus]
How come I can’t do what fuck I want do?
How come, how come?
Tryna get this skraight, no damn hot comb through
How come, how come?
Weavin’ through the naps, dreams been on hold
Since my cradle hit the flo
Tender head, my denim skrong
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaah

[Verse 1: Cam O’bi]
Remember when I was a kiddo, growin’ up in the middle
Windows lining my smile, silver teeth underneath my pillow
A nigga had a nappy head like a Brillo pad
Sister said I need to do somethin’ about them beedy-beed naps
Snackin’ on Andy Capp’s with a pickle and a quarter water
Walked in the barbershop asked me what I wanted
I told that man I wanted to look like Superman
But when he had the long hair
You know, kinda like Michael Jackson?
The damn barber just started laughin’
I cried as he gave me that bald fade
Afro puffs hit the flo’, symbolic of sheddin’ my innocence
I guess I thought they were magicians or alchemists or mathematicians
With algebraic, calculus algorithms designed to cure me of my nappiness
Like a perm burned off my happiness, I sat silently acquiescent, pitfalls of adolescence
Spitballs and scrabble sessions and tattle-tales
Playing around in the hallway like one of Santa’s elves
"You wanna goto jail?", "Hell naw, mister security!"
Got sent to the principal for my potty mouth
Talkin’ bout some, "give me your number so we can call the house"
But gimme got shot, so the ink stainin’ my record now
You pull a comb thru my afro that shit’ll crackle like a bowl full of Rice Krispies
Rollin’ my innocence in a cigarillo like

[Chorus]
How come I can’t do what fuck I want do?
How come, how come?
Tryna get this skraight, no damn hot comb through
How come, how come?
Weavin’ through the naps, dreams been on hold
Since my cradle hit the flo
Tender head, my denim skrong
How come, how come?
How come I can’t say what fuck I want say?
How come, how come?
Tender braids, but I can’t make my eyes rain
How come, how come?
Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb
When my cradle hit the flo’
Tender head, my genes on swole
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah

[Verse 2: Smino]
I don’t wanna sing the Star-Spangled Banner
Unless it’s produced by David Banner
Elbows on the lunch table, eatin’ on a gravy sammich
Lil’ nigga, no table manners
Crazy it attracted shawty’s
On the back of the bus gettin’ neck had a knack for noggin’
Lil’ nick at nighttime
Googlin’ booty, beauty illusions polluted and deep-rooted in my mind
My block was a Rubix
Anywhere you turned, the shit was hot around the clock
And they could not ice cube it, damn
Mama, I don’t like this school shit
Fuck an alogarithm, I’ll log into the music, damn
Daddy, I don’t like this school shit
I beat the desk until my knuckles bleed
All my teachers think I’m challenged mentally
But my mental skrong, know who I wanna be
Instantly began a surgery
Bada-bing, Voila!, made wings wit the words, Hallelujah, Yah bitch, Yah!
All my blessings came when I accepted I’m not y’all
I been put it down the line like laundry
They told find something more concrete
Now a lil’ nigga breakin’ concrete
Praises to God I ain’t no convict
They’ll never take away my confidence

[Chorus]
How come I can’t do what fuck I want do?
How come, how come?
Tryna get this skraight, no damn hot comb through
How come, how come?
Weavin’ through the naps, dreams been on hold
Since my cradle hit the flo
Tender head, my denim skrong
How come, how come?
How come I can’t say what fuck I want say?
How come, how come?
Tender braids, but I can’t make my eyes rain
How come, how come?
Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb
When my cradle hit the flo’
Tender head, my genes on swole
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah

Chance The Rapper Says Lil Wayne Is The Michael Jackson Of Rap Music

Chance The Rapper thinks that Lil Wayne is the Michael Jackson of rap music.

The Chicago emcee recently got into a Twitter row with some fans who claimed that he is the only independent artist to make it big and no other indie artists will ever get as big as he is. That assessment didn’t sit well with Chance who taste mainstream success over the last two years. The argument started over an article about the same topic involving a conversation between Apple Music’s Carl Chery and the hosts of Everyday Struggle where he spoke about the deal Chance the Rapper made with Apple to release his 2016 album The Coloring Book exclusively on Apple Music for two weeks.

Chery didn’t disclosed the full amount of the deal, but did say that Chance is a phenomenal artist with a great team around him. What really got the “No Problem” rapper angry was when some folks suggested that no other indie artist will reach the same height as he is. 2017 was a big year for artists signing major label deals. One fan on Twitter then asked him who is the Michael Jackson of rap.

“People jokingly say Em’s the Elvis of rap.. Well who’s the Michael Jackson of rap?,” the fan asked to which Chance responded saying, “Dwayne Michael Carter Jr. He been in this sh*t.” Dwayne Carter is Lil Wayne’s real name and comparing him to the great king of pop is far reaching given the heights that Michael Jackson reached in music.

People jokingly say Em’s the Elvis of rap.. Well who’s the Michael Jackson of rap?

— Lucius Septimius Bassianus (@CrookedIntriago) December 24, 2017

Dwayne Michael Carter Jr. He been in this shit. https://t.co/90sQ8sArfu

— Chance The Rapper (@chancetherapper) December 24, 2017

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Ishawna Channels Michael Jackson For Raunchy New Single “Eat It”


Ishawna is cuing up “Equal Rights” part two, a song tentatively titled “Eat It.”

The female dancehall star ignited a heated debate in dancehall earlier this year with “Equal Rights” not just for its sexually explicit lyrics, but more for the message she is sending to the male fans in dancehall. Last weekend she previewed a new single that sounds more like a “Equal Rights” followup. The new single sampled Michael Jackson’s classic “Beat It” but Ishawn put a spin on it and say “Eat It.”

“Ishawna “Equal Rights” Jackson Ladies should I release the full version? #EatIt,” she wrote on Instagram. Some of her fans are saying it’s time for her to move on to another topic, while others support the new single. “Too much about eatings now its time to tackle another topic, this kind a getting played out now Ishawna,” one fan wrote. Nevertheless, sources inside her circle confirmed with Dancehall HipHop that the new single could arrive as early as this week.

Take a listen to the snippet below and leave your comment.

Ishawna "Equal Rights" Jackson ??? Ladies should I release the full version?! ??? #EatIt

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NAUGHTY BOY – One Chance To Dance lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m no professional dancer
Baby, I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But I would learn any move
Get with any groove
Just to dance with you
I’ll let my feet do the talking
I met her out when I’m walking
Show you what I can do
And you know it’s true
When I dance with you

[Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh, give me your hand
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I’ll be who I am
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Post-Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me one chance, one chance to dance
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Verse 2]
I’m no professional dancer
Baby, give me your answer
I’ll practice everyday
Don’t care what record plays
When I dance with you
You take the lead and I’ll follow
I’ll take my pride and I’ll swallow
May not have Jagger moves
But I ain’t gonna lose
When I dance with you

[Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh, give me your hand
I’ll be who I am
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Post-Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me one chance, one chance to dance
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Bridge]
And if I fall to my knees
I won’t crumble and freeze
I’ll pick myself up and I’ll try it again, and again until you see
I’ll take you by the hand
Just listen to me
Oh baby, if you could just give me a half of a chance
To make you understand
I know exactly who I am
I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Post-Chorus]
Give me one chance, one chance to dance
Give me one chance, one chance to dance
I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But give me one chance, one chance to dance
One chance, one chance to dance
One chance, one chance to dance

Kris Wu – Deserve (feat. Travis Scott)

[Intro: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yah

[Verse 1: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
I got all this money, so I know you won’t expect this (yahhh)
Runnin’ on the low-low, but I know that you interested
I just made a call, you and your girls is on the guest list (yah, yah)
Maybe you’re still liquor, but I swear I wanna French kiss (it’s lit)
And that body on you girl, I promise that’s impressive
Rollie on my wrist, I’m trynna chill, but still I’m flexin’
Baby, you a star and all these others girls is extras (yah)
I been on the block, I’m trynna build with you like Tetris, oh (straight up)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you’re a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Kris Wu]
I might write a song about you tonight (you tonight)
You the perfect melody for the life (and what I like)
Let me make you famous, Michael Jackson dangerous
You my favorite song, add you to my playlist (oh)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
You don’t gotta sleep alone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak
Shawty, you belong with me
Let me get you in your zone
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Outro: Kris Wu]
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah

Kris Wu – Deserve lyrics

Below are the complete “Deserve” lyrics by Kris Wu displayed. These lyrics were added 32 minutes ago.

Deserve lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yah

[Verse 1: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
I got all this money, so I know you won’t expect this (yahhh)
Runnin’ on the low-low, but I know that you interested
I just made a call, you and your girls is on the guest list (yah, yah)
Maybe you’re still liquor, but I swear I wanna French kiss (it’s lit)
And that body on you girl, I promise that’s impressive
Rollie on my wrist, I’m trynna chill, but still I’m flexin’
Baby, you a star and all these others girls is extras (yah)
I been on the block, I’m trynna build with you like Tetris, oh (straight up)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

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[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you’re a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Kris Wu]
I might write a song about you tonight (you tonight)
You the perfect melody for the life (and what I like)
Let me make you famous, Michael Jackson dangerous
You my favorite song, add you to my playlist (oh)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
You don’t gotta sleep alone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak
Shawty, you belong with me
Let me get you in your zone
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Outro: Kris Wu]
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah

Kris Wu Ft. Travis Scott – Deserve Lyrics

(Intro: Kris Wu & Travis Scott)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yah

(Verse 1: Kris Wu & Travis Scott)
I got all this money, so I know you won’t expect this (yahhh)
Runnin’ on the low-low, but I know that you interested
I just made a call, you and your girls is on the guest list (yah, yah)
Maybe you’re still liquor, but I swear I wanna French kiss (it’s lit)
And that body on you girl, I promise that’s impressive
Rollie on my wrist, I’m trynna chill, but still I’m flexin’
Baby, you a star and all these others girls is extras (yah)
I been on the block, I’m trynna build with you like Tetris, oh (straight up)

(Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott)
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

(Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both))
Girl, you know that you’re a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

(Verse 2: Travis Scott & Kris Wu)
I might write a song about you tonight (you tonight)
You the perfect melody for the life (and what I like)
Let me make you famous, Michael Jackson dangerous
You my favorite song, add you to my playlist (oh)

(Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott)
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

(Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both))
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
You don’t gotta sleep alone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

(Bridge: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both))
Girl, you know that you a freak
Shawty, you belong with me
Let me get you in your zone
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both))
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

(Outro: Kris Wu)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah

IDK – Pizza Shop (feat. Yung Gleesh)

Part I

[Intro]
Blow your mind

[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
This that drive-by
This that Shawty Lo in Impala
Hello out the whip
With the clip, make you bye-bye
Roll the windows up
Hotbox, smokin’ la la
Roll the windows down
See the opps, it’s a problem
Shit, really I’m a good boy
But that Trapaholics tag turned me to a hood boy
Blunt guts on the floor, I’m a Backwood boy
Lookin’ at me wrong, make you wish you never looked, boy
Screamin’ out the window like, "Fuck you, pay me"
Stick you for the cash like my nickname Baby (brrr)
Used to have a job, but that job barely paid me
Charley’s Grilled Subs tried to minimum wage me, lately
Hangin’ with my niggas makes me wanna start trouble
If they fight, I’ma fight, make this shit a royal rumble
I’m a gang gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’ run

[Chorus: Yung Gleesh & Jay IDK]
Here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ licks, ayy
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ licks, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run

[Verse 2: Jay IDK]
I used to wanna hang with Dae Dae and them (Dae Dae and them)
I used to wanna hang with Nelson and them (Nelson and them)
I used to wanna hang with Diemon and them (Diemon and them)
‘Til they gave all three 40 years in the Pen
But that’s the way you get respect when you tryna be ’bout it
Shit I was goin’ down that road, but my phone kept reroutin’
They tryna go the right way, but the left said, ayy
You gon’ ride, ride, ride, ride, ride for the gang
So now we speedin’ to the pizza place
Closin’ up, it’s gettin’ late
Someone gotta rob the shit
Everybody look at Jay
Gang, gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’
Run that shit

[Interlude]
Drop dis like a fuckin’ gunshot blaow!

Part II

[Intro: Jay IDK]
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat

[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
Now everybody get up on the fuckin’ ground
And if you make a sound, I might have to drown it with these rounds
Knowin’ I’m no killer, but fuck it, I’m tryna be that nigga
So my actin’ skills kick in, I’m Michael Jackson off of Thriller, hehehe
Where the safe at? Don’t make me ask again
Where the safe at?
Next question is: where the tape at?
That’s when I seen a red light blinkin’ in peripheral
I took the cam’s position and reversed it like reciprocal, hah
I put a gun to her neck, she put her hand on the safe
I hear a car creepin’ up and then I tell her to wait
Hold up, don’t make a sound, just let his ass drive around
And you will not feel a round, shhh
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Police car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creep

[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
Me the villain
Dudes known to do more hustlin’ than stealin’
Papi snatch your soul out if you’re in your feelings
Never do no types of discussions around dealings
Get focused, y’all
Telephone bring repercussions to your well-being
And Instagram put clowns in a jam
Doin’ 10 straight in a cell, hot plate eatin’ Spam
Wanna be the man, but don’t see the plan

[Verse 3: Del the Funky Homosapien]
Finally someone let me out of my cage
Little did they know, I’ma hit the front page in three days (damn)
These days peeps do anything to make a buck (I know)
Jackin’ jackers like they tryna win the sweepstakes
Each day I be fightin’ for my sanity (yeah)
My ho stay mad at me (what,) she just a liability (fuck it)
She called the pizza shop, said she needed a delivery
They arrived, but she broke, are you kiddin’ me?
I got back from answerin’ job calls
I seen a fool hop out the window, just boxers on
I recognized her from the pizza shop
I’m already deducin’ that my ho had to have somethin’ to do with this