Young Thug – MLK (feat. Trouble & Shad Da God)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, ayy, woah
Oh, no, hold on, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I was just rollin’ the dice, huh
I was just tryna get by, I gambled my life, huh
I fucked around, had a kid and he had to stay fly, whew
I ain’t give no fuck, I got fresh from the shit on the side
I pray to God I die in my sleep
I pray my deaf brother don’t run into the police
‘Cause you tellin’ him to put his hands up, he can’t hear
Ain’t goin’ for deceased
These rookie police need to get trained, even in their sleep
Fuck around, make a nigga put it to your head lice, don’t it?
Come here, gon’ tell you how to get that cheese, macaroni
Spent all my tour money on the ring
Told ’em, "Go ‘head, get everything they fuckin’ see," yeah
I grew my shit like I’m Mad Dog
I got a white and a black dog
I swear now that he’s on Adderall
Look in my face, I’m on Adderall
Shawty more P than a Madden ball
Suck on that cat, I’m the baddest, dawg
This sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce
Yeah gon’ pop a bean, join me
Fairfax, we shoppin’ spree, on me
Hundred thousand dollars and mixin’ leans, on me
You better not have to OD on me, ayy
Let’s go to people town
Put somethin’ in your account, bae
Now you don’t need me around, yeah
She want me to play and I ain’t with it
Yeah, gon’ gon’ ring around
Sing to her like Sean Garrett
I know my woes ready (my woes)
Tell me your card info (card info)
She don’t got ego
Loosen up her backbones (her backbones)
Bendin’ her hardwood floors (woah)
Pussy wonderful (wonderful)
Uh, I came from rags to riches (woah)
She don’t got time to clash with bitches
She buyin’ bags for bitches
I’m ’bout to spazz, just listen
I don’t finish last, I win it, huh (win)
I beat that cat like Nitti, yeah
I bought a Jag with a Hemi, ayy
I throw a flag on these bitches, ayy
I wrapped up the last of these bitches
Foreign tags and American
Bring me a milli’, I’ll marry her, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
My dream just started workin’
Come ride with me and it’ll be gifts and curses
I see you… drinkin’ syrup, I see you workin
I see you…
I can see that ass from the front, it done got big on me
You can sit a cup on it and you can bid on it
Real pimp, no jabroni, I’m not gon’ sit on it
Tour around the whole wo-o-orld, Bands on me
Got a whole lot of M’s on me, ya dig? Hey
Whole lot of M’s on me, hey
Big body Benz on me, hey
Ride Bentley trucks on E, hey
Bless you sneeze on me, hey
Lamborghini luxury (luxury)
Lamborghini merch on me (merch)
Lamborghini Merci’, Merci’
Lamborghini murk-a, murk-a
Lamborghini wife with me, hey
Lamborghini price increased, hey
Ayy, 400 bitches (hey) way I live (that’s the way I live, hey)
You just said free my bro (hey) now he back on in the Pen (hey)
You ain’t ever cracked a seal (hey) then you got a deal
Pour that Actavis

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 3: Trouble]
It wasn’t like you had my back, no (no)
Homie you not have a whole spine
Didn’t ever wanna admit to the fact
That your baby boy was contemplatin’ dyin’
In the dream, yeah, I done seen you cryin’
Dream don’t compare to what I done seen (yeah)
They tried to kill me for nothin’ (lived though)
Tell her yeah she got it bussin’ (brrt)
Think about everybody else
I think once to myself, I think once to myself (not one time)
Only blamma to the left (damn) I’m up in the booth by myself
Never came for the fame, no (no)
I’m the same nigga, the same goals (same one)
Niggas hatin’ for these lame hoes
Put that pussy on me, she been tamed though (pussy)

[Verse 4: Shad da God]
Actavis got me dreamin’, Martin Luther (What you say?)
Rolls Royces and diamonds, they wet like coochie (they lucky, wow)
Boo right here sittin’ with a K full of kick like Bruce Lee
And I, ah, ah, jewelry, I got a line on that jewelry
Bitch on that, ayy, ayy, Malcolm X, tryna shoot me (shoot, shoot)
Screamin’ that, uh, got babies in that dually cruiser (woo)
You juugin’, you blessed, at your scene, blew bankroll like usual (bankroll)
They chasin’ the belt, I’m goin’ so fast it look like they’re in neutral (skrrt)
I was havin’ some lean
She wanna play with that Charlie Sheen
Put that bitch on a bean (hollup)
She steady dreamin’ ’bout lots of tings, she want lots of tings
Yeah I’m smokin’ a bag and killed that cat like curiosity
All night I buy some rings and swear by me
Cut

Sylvan LaCue – Coffee Break

[Verse]
I been thinking centuries
In twenty years will these niggas mention me?
I’m all in your odds
Don’t know many times I’ve played these cards
Just keep your guard and disregard facades
Tunnel vision has brought me this far
Hennessy guzzling, lies have been muzzling
Fuck was I, yo
Holding grudges, I should let these bygones be bygones
If I’m on then I’m gone, and my dawns can flourish in peace
Snakes will never be stand up
I had to switch up my stanzas, was money motivated
Ironically, no apologies
I thought it would be wiser to speak the truth
I’m tired of struggling, I’m tired of making excuses
If you want change then make a change, don’t get lost in the ‘clusive
That shit ain’t conducive of forward thinking
Too many blacks is dying
Too many cops acquitted
My skin is a splitting image of fear and misunderstanding
I feel like my mistakes done cost some chances
But fuck that shit, at least I caught some glances
I can smell it, stronger than fakeness around the corner
Gotta be bigger than self, don’t ask [me out if] you want ta
Don’t say I never warned ya
Music was all I had, I turned away the world to find myself
You know I hate to brag, but fuck your legacy
I followed no recipe, this is my shit
Rather build from the bottom then stand behind of your cockpit
Use my talents to better humanity
How long will I be a slave to desires and vanity
I search for the man in me
Responsibility for my passion
I pray that my talents be used by the law for more action
Can’t leave this world with nothing but judgment of acts reenacted and form emotion
What have you done to make my land a better place though?
Nigga case closed, since my father I don’t carry on with
Refusing offers from seat and sponsors
You so accomplished, you so above
All this nonsense, self-righteous
Come and write this sense of, higher purpose to ruin past creative felt like this, mmm
Amazing grace, you face mistakes, my pen escape, then wake your soul and witness how long it actually tends to take
I pressed the breaks so many times, I might as well be a mom
I move in silence but nothing actually climbs
Don’t lose your soul, nigga
Don’t ever lose your purpose when it’s told, nigga
Be aware of those who never wanna fold with you but go with you, when more figures, go swole picture
These cold niggas invest in my whole liver
Fuck them toxins, My brother surrounded by oxytocins
Told him I’d whip his ass if I found him around them problems
Drug culture, used to glorify the sellers
But now we users, open abusers, destroying ourselves
Avoiding thy hell, or preach your head off
I’m feeling best off when I’m open and private
Fuck all that silence, what constitutes the root of suicide?
I know some niggas who cried
Came to my side, nothing but tears in their eyes
Like "I wish my homie heard your music", he’d probably survive
Chills down my spine and what I’m concerned with
Spotify plays and how to make amends with niggas I give two fucks about so I can route how to maximize this clout
I owe y’all apologies
See, I been making music for the wrong reasons
I think my vanity’s catching up with my sense of being
I think my lust for status is tragic, imagine
Ain’t spoke to friends in like seven months [?] for this passion
Fuck all that reenacting, I’m more concerned with memes than taking action
Then getting public with strangers, and hating or acting
A slave to these boxes while suffocating through all this madness
I cannot suffer, I have a voice that needs more extracting
I’ma do everything in my power to watch the masses
I’ma get…

Derez Deshon – Hardaway

[Intro]
I got dreams of livin’ lavish
In the kitchen whippin’ magic
I got dreams of livin’ lavish
In the kitchen whippin’ magic
Bad bitches, bad habits

[Bridges]
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the harder way
12 pulled me over caught me with the dope, they took my hard away
Hardaway, hardaway, hardaway, young Penny Hardaway

[Verse 1]
Young Penny Hardaway, in the skillet whippin’ magic
Bad bitches, bad habits, yeah, that money gotta have it
I used to dream of livin’ lavish, now a nigga livin’ lavish
Buy a foreign whip to what’s fastest, if I ain’t eatin’ then I’m fastin
Fat as fuck, bought a coupe just to see if I can fit in it
That didn’t work so I gave it to one of my bitches
I should’ve just bought a Bentley, guess what I did?
Woke the next day went and bought a Bentley, for who?
Me and my kids
I took the harder way, didn’t know how to sell crack I was givin’ that hard away
So fucked up I had to borrow a plate that shit took my heart away but I been through harder days
Fuck that I was just in New York, in a Hummer, lookin for Charlamagne respect

[Chorus]
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the harder way
12 pulled me over caught me with the dope, they took my hard away
Pouring liquor for my niggas that’s gone, thug holiday
Young Penny Hardaway, hardaway
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the hardaway
12 pulled me over caught me with the dope, they took my hard away
Hardaway, hardaway, hardaway, young Penny Hardaway

[Verse 2]
I’m number 1 like young Penny, I used to shop JC Penny
Now I go fuck up in Lenox, spend a few hundreds on Penny’s
Every since I can remember since elementary all I wanted was millions
I used to steal from my grandmama change draw just to flex on them lil bitty bitches I be up
I stayed out after the street light, these niggas ain’t bout that street life
My block was hot before Lil Wayne was Tunechi I ain’t even kiss my baby g-night
Before Tity Boi, had turned to 2 Chainz I had a duffle bag with a few thangs
Before I rode with Gucci in the Mulsanne, run with ghostface killahs Wu Tang

[Hook]
I took a harder way, didn’t know how to sell crack I was givin’ that hard away
If I fucked up had to borrow a play that shit took my heart away but I been through harder days, fuck that I was just on Rex Road with the hard, before this hardaway
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the hardaway
12 pulled me over caught me with the dope, they took my hard away
Pouring liquor for my niggas that’s gone, thug holiday
Young Penny Hardaway, hardaway
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the harder way
12 pulled me over caught me with the dope, they took my hard away
Hardaway, hardaway, hardaway, young Penny Hardaway

Young M.A – I Get The Bag (Freestyle)

[Intro]
Uh man
Oh this what we doing?
Ight bet, I got, i got to get cocky on this one
I got to get a lil barky on this one
You heard
Uh uh

[Verse]
You get the bag and fumble it
I get the bag and flip it and tumble it
Car came with a slut in it
Then I made the bitch cum in it
Double cup in it, no lean, just a red punch
With the rum in it
Silky on, fresh white tee, with the contructs on
Thugging it
The block hot, so i’m tucking it
Glizzy came with a drum in it
Treat my Nina like my old hoes
Start acting up and I’m dumping it
I don’t really play the scenes
Like Amd, I’m in the cup with it
Louis bag with the hundreds in it
Caught a million in it, I had to stuff it in it
Wake and bake in the oven with it
If it ain’t skunking, I ain’t fucking with it
White cars with the black rims
With the insides, peanut butter in it
Still gutter with it, still red colors with it
Still blood for my brother with it
Benz truck, put my mother in it
These checks keep on repeating
My bank account got a studder in it
Bitch nigga i’m eating
Treat the pussy like a Plummer nigga
Put my plunger in it, she screaming
Kicking hoes out the hotel, like a punter wit it
They scheming
Not stupid or a sucker nigga, hoes want to come up nigga
I peep it
Young nigga from the concrete
Now I’m seeing palm trees
Try and get a double r on my car keys and on my car seats
Pocket full of parsley
Glock in arm reach, can’t harm me
Mix the jungle juice with the jamba juice
Now I’m feeling saucy
Feeling like the old me, can’t hold me
In the hood, still moving dolly
If you ain’t gang gang, can’t bro me
Can’t say you love me, got to show me
She said it’s hard to communicate
Cuz I only send emojis
I don’t show no emotions
Can’t let you know me
Swag dripping nosebleed
Gave away my rollies
They was getting old to me
I know that was bold of me
Niggas ain’t as cold as me
Shorty got her a whole nigga
But she in the club poking me
Tryna get a hold of me
I should take her in the bathroom
But that would be the hoe in me
Ass looking like a baboon
Man fuck it bring the hoe with me
Covered with tattoos
It compliment the polo tees
If them haters got a attitude
Hit em with the shoulder lean
Millie rocking through the bad vibes
Time is money, and if it ain’t about the money
I don’t have time
That slow me down the last time damn
So I made that the last time
Now it’s stack rack time uh
Prolly been a wavy nigga
Like back back in my past time
All these funny looking niggas rapping
And they ain’t really saying shit
And I won’t say I hate this shit
I just won’t play this shit
Still the queen out the Brook
My crown still fit me right
Still in the streets like a CitiBike
Still posted like a city light
Had to get my pennies right
Had to change my diet up
Just to get me right
I remember plenty nights, living that Henny life
Never did me right
Now it’s more life plenty life
Can’t settle down, got a busy life
I already know what that kitty like
I’m just tryna see what that Bently like
Cut a lot of niggas off
I bet they talking about me
Fuck what you thinking
Fuck what you thought about me
Better off without me
I’m better off with less than more around me
Fake nigga walk around me
Never had security, no cops
Never had the law around me
Prolly me and three niggas
I just got to keep killing
Getting wins out of losses
Got to keep Meek Milling
We living we billing
Fat blunts, weed spilling
I invested in the weed business
Cuz I’m just tryna see millions
In the stew cooking up cooking up
Had to put my feet in it
When life threw me lemons
I made lemon squeeze with it
No I don’t need women
I don’t know how to keep women
I think I’m a good nigga
But I guess they see different
Can’t get a girl pregnant
So I made my pockets pregnant
Money calling 9/11
Got seven figures but I can’t stop at seven
Nah man got to get it
King gwop till I die
Still get the gwop in heaven
Cuz me and god we connecting
And we got a great connection
Praying with my pistol on me
But that’s just for my protection
Hennessy was my obsession
Just to get through my depression
That was kinda my confessions
We need more spitters
Less funny looking niggas
That’s just my suggestion

Young Buck – Run Off

[Intro]
Yeah they hatin’, whatchu waitin’ for
Run, they check up, they come right back and go make some mo
Get a bag, fuck the broke shit
Switch, whips, bought some more shit
Change, clothes, its a more licks
Fuck these hoes, bought some more bricks
Whoever said you ain’t gotta have bread
Must’ve slipped and bump their head
I’m just sayin, they don’t know shit

[Chorus]
Dirty money, had to do it, made me run off with the check
I walked in an out the trap, watch me run off with the check
I put niggas in position then we run off with the check
Blowin bags on these bitches that she run off with the check
Go to war with you, for I let you run off with the check
Go to plug, bitch I get it, I done run off with the check
Niggas, trap, trap, trap, then we run off with the check
Shawty, bounce, bounce, bounce, then she run off with the check

[verse 1]
What up dawg, bust a lick, I be really chasin’ check
Street nigga, duckin’ face, bitch I may just call collect
Bust a brick, bust a hit, bust … what i get
36, what you say, I got 30 in this clip
.. and it’s real, ..
Shawty thick cornbread look at how she moves her hips
Look at me gettin’ money, dont pretend …
I got gucci shit all on me and my jeans got all the rips
I just took your bitch shoppin’ at Tiffany’s (Had to do it)
Had to pay her back for what she did for me (I Had to do it)
Everything I pay for I can get for free (yeah yeah yeah)
Think I ain’t fuckin’ with the work, bitch you must be kiddin’

[Chorus]
Dirty money, had to do it, made me run off with the check
I walked in an out the trap, watch me run off with the check
I put niggas in position then we run off with the check
Blowin bags on these bitches that she run off with the check
Go to war with you, for I let you run off with the check
Go to plug, bitch I get it, I done run off with the check
Niggas, trap, trap, trap, then we run off with the check
Shawty, bounce, bounce, bounce, then she run off with the check

{verse 2}
Fendi, fendi, I got shoppin’ bags in a bentley
I run through everything that they send me, can you dig me?
Hermes, Hermes belt I got it wrapped around my kidneys
My … and all my Louie luggage empty
Diamonds on my teeth, I talk money when I speak
I’m clutchin’ on my heat, paranoid when I get …
I get it off the street, like my money stack …
I take care of my kids and like to keep my bitch on flee
… penitentiary (100)
Make sure you say 100 when you mention me (100)
Bitch you .. for what you did to me (remember)
I keep runnin’ up the check I know you sick of me, I got

[Chorus]
Dirty money, had to do it, made me run off with the check
I walked in an out the trap, watch me run off with the check
I put niggas in position then we run off with the check
Blowin bags on these bitches that she run off with the check
Go to war with you, for I let you run off with the check
Go to plug, bitch I get it, I done run off with the check
Niggas, trap, trap, trap, then we run off with the check
Shawty, bounce, bounce, bounce, then she run off with the check

Tuxedo – Fux With The Tux

[Chorus]
Fux with the tux
You got to fux with the tux
Are you ready?
Fux with the tux
You got to fux with the tux
Are you ready?

We’re on our way
And we won’t stop ’til we reach the top
(No, we ain’t never gonna stop)
Town to LA
It’s the hottest thing that ever dropped
(Ooh, the hottest thing that ever dropped)

Fux with the tux
You got to fux with the tux
Are you ready?
Fux with the tux
You got to fux with the tux
Are you ready?

[Verse 1]-Snoop Dogg
Ooh wee
We got ourselves another one
No complaining
Just champagne-ing
‘Cause the only time you wear a tuxedo
Is when it’s time to party
You don’t need to flex
It’s just the T-U-X
Ho!

[Bridge]
We’re on our way
And we won’t stop ’til we reach the top
(We won’t stop)
Town to LA
It’s the hottest thing that ever dropped
(Ooh, the hottest thing to drop)

[Chorus]
Fux with the tux
You got to fux with the tux
Are you ready?
Fux with the tux
You got to fux with the tux
Are you ready?

[Outro]
Fux with the tuxedo
Let’s have some fun
That gangsta boogie funk
It’s number one

Fux with the tuxedo
Let’s have some fun
That gangsta boogie funk
It’s number one

Vic Mensa – We Could Be Free

[Intro]
We could be free
If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
One thing I believe I could learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, truly
And love could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed
If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Verse 1]
One day I dream of telling my momma
"You ain’t gotta work no more"
Same for my father, born in Ghana, down on that dirt road floor
As far as he came I can’t complain, but pain is so subjective
Spend so much time countin’ issues, I forget to count
My blessings
Watch my cousins back at home, getting water out a well
While I watch my brother stacking stone, whippin’ water by the scale
Tryna’ get a mill’ on the other side
They ain’t got a meal, we don’t recognize we in heaven
So we think we live in hell
It’s been getting kinda hard to tell
But

[Bridge]
Sometimes I wake up and I look up at the sky
Asking why I’m alive when the realest niggas died
And my pride won’t let me give up, lord as hard as I try
In those times I try to remember

[Hook]
That we could be free
If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
One day, I believe I’d learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, truly
And love could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed
If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Verse 2]
I don’t want to wait for the afterlife
I don’t want a vigil by candle light
I don’t want to be the new sacrifice
I don’t want to turn into a poltergeist
Be a ghost at night full of broken dreams
Momma cryin’ at an open casket
Cold as ice in a suit, 3 piece
All dressed up for Sunday masses
Pastor said put faith in God
But faith alone can’t make things right
Who the fuck is you to patronize
Somebody’s son whose daddy died?
Why they flood Baton Rouge?
Why the city singing Alton’s blues?
Why, why, why, why?
I feel like Jadakiss every time I watch the news
What the fuck I got to lose?
So I’m down to bleed if it means things improve
You fools, saying "all lives matter"
But it’s black lives you refuse include
Blocked from the polls
Locked in the hood, trying to stop you from voting and stop you from growing
And cops keep blowing and blowing
Keep black people locked into cotton
They don’t want you to own, but

[Bridge]
Sometimes I wake up and I look up in the sky
Asking why I survived all the days that I could have died
Who am I in my place
To contemplate suicide?
In those times I try to remember

[Hook]
That we could be free, truly
If we’d only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
But I believe I’d learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, you and me
And we could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed, if it means
We’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign and Vic Mensa]
Love (love)
Love (love)
To love my enemy as my brother
(yeah yeah yeah)
Make my enemy my brother
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Enemy my brother

Vic Mensa – We Could Be Free

[Intro]
We could be free
If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
One thing I believe I could learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, truly
And love could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed
If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Verse 1]
One day I dream of telling my momma
"You ain’t gotta work no more"
Same for my father, born in Ghana, down on that dirt road floor
As far as he came I can’t complain, but pain is so subjective
Spend so much time countin’ issues, I forget to count
My blessings
Watch my cousins back at home, getting water out a well
While I watch my brother stacking stone, whippin’ water by the scale
Tryna’ get a mill’ on the other side
They ain’t got a meal, we don’t recognize we in heaven
So we think we live in hell
It’s been getting kinda hard to tell
But

[Bridge]
Sometimes I wake up and I look up at the sky
Asking why I’m alive when the realest niggas died
And my pride won’t let me give up, lord as hard as I try
In those times I try to remember

[Hook]
That we could be free
If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
One day, I believe I’d learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, truly
And love could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed
If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Verse 2]
I don’t want to wait for the afterlife
I don’t want a vigil by candle light
I don’t want to be the new sacrifice
I don’t want to turn into a poltergeist
Be a ghost at night full of broken dreams
Momma cryin’ at an open casket
Cold as ice in a suit, 3 piece
All dressed up for Sunday masses
Pastor said put faith in God
But faith alone can’t make things right
Who the fuck is you to patronize
Somebody’s son whose daddy died?
Why they flood Baton Rouge?
Why the city singing Alton’s blues?
Why, why, why, why?
I feel like Jadakiss every time I watch the news
What the fuck I got to lose?
So I’m down to bleed if it means things improve
You fools, saying "all lives matter"
But it’s black lives you refuse include
Blocked from the polls
Locked in the hood, trying to stop you from voting and stop you from growing
And cops keep blowing and blowing
Keep black people locked into cotton
They don’t want you to own, but

[Bridge]
Sometimes I wake up and I look up in the sky
Asking why I survived all the days that I could have died
Who am I in my place
To contemplate suicide?
In those times I try to remember

[Hook]
That we could be free, truly
If we’d only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
But I believe I’d learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, you and me
And we could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed, if it means
We’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign and Vic Mensa]
Love (love)
Love (love)
To love my enemy as my brother
(yeah yeah yeah)
Make my enemy my brother
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Enemy my brother

Keala Settle – This Is Me (Lyric Video) (From “The Greatest Showman”)

[Verse 1: Lettie Lutz]
I am not a stranger to the dark
"Hide away", they say
"’Cause we don’t want your broken parts"
I’ve learned to be ashamed of all my scars
"Run away", they say
"No one’ll love you as you are"

[Pre-Chorus: Lettie Lutz]
But I won’t let them break me down to dust
I know that there’s a place for us
For we are glorious

[Chorus: Lettie Lutz]
When the sharpest words wanna cut me down
I’m gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out
I am brave, I am bruised
I am who I’m meant to be, this is me
Look out ’cause here I come
And I’m marching on to the beat I drum
I’m not scared to be seen
I make no apologies, this is me

[Post-Chorus: Ensemble]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

[Verse 2: Lettie Lutz, Ensemble]
Another round of bullets hits my skin
Well, fire away ’cause today, I won’t let the shame sink in
We are bursting through the barricades
And reaching for the sun
(We are warriors)
Yeah, that’s what we’ve become
(Yeah, that’s what we’ve become)

[Pre-Chorus: Lettie Lutz and Ensemble]
Won’t let them break me down to dust
I know that there’s a place for us
For we are glorious

[Chorus: Lettie Lutz and Ensemble]
When the sharpest words wanna cut me down
Gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out
I am brave, I am bruised
I am who I’m meant to be, this is me
Look out ’cause here I come
And I’m marching on to the beat I drum
I’m not scared to be seen
I make no apologies, this is me

[Post-Chorus: Lettie Lutz and Ensemble, Ensemble]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
This is me

[Bridge: Lettie Lutz, Ensemble]
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
And I know that I deserve your love
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
There’s nothing I’m not worthy of
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

[Pre-Chorus: Lettie Lutz]
When the sharpest words wanna cut me down
I’m gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out
This is brave, this is bruised
This is who I’m meant to be, this is me

[Chorus: Lettie Lutz, Ensemble, Both]
Look out ’cause here I come
(Look out ’cause here I come)
And I’m marching on to the beat I drum
(Marching on, marching, marching on)
I’m not scared to be seen
I make no apologies, this is me

[Outro: Lettie Lutz, Ensemble, Both]
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
When the sharpest words wanna break me down
I’m gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out
(Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
I’m gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out
(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh)
This is me

Kodak Black – Roll In Peace (feat. XXXTentacion)

[Intro: Kodak Black]
Aye, everything be like, off the top these days like
(We got London on the track!)
These days, I don’t even know what a pad is these days, ya know
Fuck that hoe ’cause she a nat nat

[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
You ain’t the one for me, baby
You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I’m not your speed bitch
Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I’m just too G for you
Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got me for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
You said that you gon’ ride for me

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Baby, that’s blasphemy, yeah
Baby, you’re bad for me, yeah
Say you gon’ clap for me, yeah
Say you gon’ blast for me, yeah
Why you ain’t show me none of the love you say you have for me, yeah
I was goin’ through tragedy
Bitch, I needed you drastically, yeah
I’ma just switch my flow up, yeah
Maybe I’m sick, no throw up, yeah
Maybe I’m sick, no check up, yeah
Boy, you need to run your check up, yeah
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, no ketchup, yeah
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, can’t catch up, ayy
Hit her face down with her ass up, ayy
Even when I’m fucking, I’m masked up, ayy

[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
You ain’t the one for me, baby
You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I’m not your speed bitch
Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I’m just too G for you
Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (what)
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
And you say that you gon’ ride with me

[Verse 2: XXXTENTACION]
I ain’t gon’ do the nigga shit ’cause I’m too good for features, huh
I ain’t gon’ fuck the nigga bitch ’cause I know she a eater, ayy
Last time I wifed a bitch she told the world I beat her, huh
And when they locked Lil Kodak up, my nigga I couldn’t believe it, huh
Ayy lil’ shawty, pop my whoadie
Pockets on Pinocchio, poking yuh
Hit her from the back, damn that bitch bleeding
Said I knocked her period on
Remember when I had that poker, huh
Instead of looking over my shoulder, huh
Forcing with a nigga, no Yoda, huh
That mean a young nigga got what on me? (ayy)

[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
You ain’t the one for me, baby
You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I’m not your speed, bitch
Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I’m just too G for you
Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (fuck)
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got me for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
You say that you gon’ ride for me, ayy

[Outro: Kodak Black]
I’m in London, got my beat from London

Black Veil Brides – Wake Up

Oh o-oh, Wake up!
Oh o-oh, Wake up!

All we know is time
It’s slipping from our lives
A world that kept the truth
Hidden in the lies

Standing on the stage
Bleeding out our youth
Create a holy war
And sell it back to you

We’ll shout it from the tallest building

We, won’t let them turn away
We’ll show them what they made
We’ll be here when the heart stops beating
We the nation of today
Our hearts that never fade
We’ll be here when the heart stops beating
Oh o-oh, Wake up!
Oh o-oh, Wake up!

See it in our eyes
That we were never blind
I will fight for you
Untill the day I die

We’ll shout it from the tallest building

We, won’t let them turn away
We’ll show them what they made
We’ll be here when the heart stops beating
We the nation of today
Our hearts that never fade
We’ll be here when the heart stops beating

We, won’t let them turn away
We’ll show them what they made
We’ll be here when the heart stops beating
We the nation of today
Our hearts that never fade
We’ll be here when the heart stops beating

We, won’t let them turn away
We’ll show them what they made
We’ll be here when the heart stops beating
We the nation of today
Our heats that never fade
We’ll be here when the heart stops beating
Oh o-oh, Wake up!
Oh o-oh, Wake up!

Young Thug – MLK Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, ayy, woah
Oh no, hold on, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I was just rollin’ the dice, huh
I was just tryna get by, I gambled my life, huh
I fucked around, had a kid and he had to stay fly, whew
I ain’t give no fuck, I got fresh from the shit on the side
I pray to God I die in my sleep
I pray my deaf brother don’t run into the police
‘Cause you tellin’ him to put his hands up, he can’t hear
Ain’t goin’ for deceased
These rookie police need to get trained, even in their sleep
Fuck around, make a nigga put it to your head lice, don’t it?
Come here, gon’ tell you how to get that cheese, macaroni
Spent all my tour money on the ring
Told ’em, “Go ‘head, get everything they fuckin’ see,” yeah
I grew my shit like I’m Mad Dog
I got a white and a black dog
I swear now that he’s on Adderall
Look in my face, I’m on Adderall
Shawty more P than a Madden ball
Suck on that cat, I’m the baddest, dawg
This sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce
Yeah gon’ pop a bean, join me
Fairfax, we shoppin’ spree, on me
Hundred thousand dollars and mixin’ leans, on me
You better not have to OD on me, ayy
Let’s go to people town
Put somethin’ in your account, bae
Now you don’t need me around, yeah
She want me to play and I ain’t with it
Yeah, gon’ gon’ ring around
Sing to her like Sean Garrett
I know my woes ready (my woes)
Tell me your card info (card info)
She don’t got no ego
Loosen up her backbones (her backbones)
Bendin’ her hardwood floors (woah)
Pussy wonderful (wonderful)
Uh, I came from rags to riches (woah)
She don’t got time to clash with bitches
She buyin’ bags for bitches
I’m ’bout to spazz, just listen
I don’t finish last, I win it, huh (win)
I beat that cat like Nitti, yeah
I bought a Jag with a Hemi, ayy
I throw a flag on these bitches, ayy
I wrapped up the last of these bitches
Foreign tags and American
Bring me a milli’, I’ll marry her, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
My dream just started workin’
Come ride with me and it’ll be gifts and curses
I see you… drinkin’ syrup, I see you workin
I see you…
I can see that ass from the front, it done got big on me
You can sit a cup on it and you can bid on it
Real pimp, no jabroni, I’m not gon’ sit on it
Tour around the whole wo-o-orld, Bands on me
Got a whole lot of M’s on me, ya dig? Hey
Whole lot of M’s on me, hey
Big body Benz on me, hey
Ride Bentley trucks on E, hey
Bless you sneeze on me, hey
Lamborghini luxury (luxury)
Lamborghini merch on me (merch)
Lamborghini Merci’, Merci’
Lamborghini murk-a, murk-a
Lamborghini wife with me, hey
Lamborghini price increased, hey
Ayy, 400 bitches (hey) way I live (that’s the way I live, hey)
You just said free my bro (hey) now he back on in the Pen (hey)
You ain’t ever cracked a seal (hey) then you got a deal
Pour that Actavis

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 3: Trouble]
It wasn’t like you had my back, no (no)
Homie you not have a whole spine
Didn’t ever wanna admit to the fact
That your baby boy was contemplatin’ dyin’
In the dream, yeah, I done seen you cryin’
Dream don’t compare to what I done seen (yeah)
They tried to kill me for nothin’ (lived though)
Tell her yeah she got it bussin’ (brrt)
Think about everybody else
I think once to myself, I think once to myself (not one time)
Only blamma to the left (damn) I’m up in the booth by myself
Never came for the fame, no (no)
I’m the same nigga, the same goals (same one)
Niggas hatin’ for these lame hoes
Put that pussy on me, she been tamed though (pussy)

[Verse 4: Shad da God]
Actavis got me dreamin’, Martin Luther (What you say?)
Rolls Royces and diamonds, they wet like coochie (they lucky, wow)
Boo right here sittin’ with a K full of kick like Bruce Lee
And I, ah, ah, jewelry, I got a line on that jewelry
Bitch on that, ayy, ayy, Malcolm X, tryna shoot me (shoot, shoot)
Screamin’ that, uh, got babies in that dually cruiser (woo)
You juugin’, you blessed, at your scene, blew bankroll like usual (bankroll)
They chasin’ the belt, I’m goin’ so fast it look like they’re in neutral (skrrt)
I was havin’ some lean
She wanna play with that Charlie Sheen
Put that bitch on a bean (hollup)
She steady dreamin’ ’bout lots of tings, she want lots of tings
Yeah I’m smokin’ a bag and killed that cat like curiosity
All night I buy some rings and swear by me
Cut

Rich Brian – 18 Lyrics

Part I

[Intro: Kris Wu]
Yah yah yah yah yah, oh yeah
Yah yah yah yah yah, 18, 18

[Verse 1: Kris Wu]
When I jump into the temple
Prefer a local [mental?]
Bending knees and wishing place inside to hide low, go
[?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
Like I’m running the game
Don’t you fuck with my fame
Light it up, spark it up, burn it into flames
I’m the one and only motherfucker from the East
All them bitches lining up to feel me, spit it then I peace
Getting in my zone
I do this shit alone
I’m the Yeezus from the East
You need to Watch the Throne

[Chorus: Kris Wu]
All this ice be on me but I still be rising
I’ll be on your levels but I’m still riding
Say that I be falling but they see me flying
When you peep me, I’m at the top
Ayy, turn up, turn up
Oh now, the tides are turning
I ain’t never, ever doubt what I’ve been affording
All this ice be on me but I still be rising
Say that I be falling but they see me flying

[Verse 2: Rich Brian]
Yeah, tell your chick I like her, take her home, I like her
And I’m always stacking paper, but my name ain’t Michael
Got a crib in Indo, it’s tall just like the Eiffel
I can’t get her number if I put it on my right, yuh
God damn legit, told me that she liked my fit
When I take her out to dinner, man, the check ain’t gettin’ split
Don’t look like I’m getting thinner with the chickens and the ribs
Man, your bitch is what I say
One day, I saw her and got the kicks
Don’t say my name, I never wanna breathe your air
Coke and Kool-Aid, there’s just some shit you don’t compare
I got a x-ray and I just saw my old girl there
She was my ex babe, but now I really just don’t care
I’m so tired, but my mind is racing
Fuck with me and see what kinda problems you’ll be facing
Friday 13th, I make you look like you’re my Jason
Like a damn femur popping, just what I’ve been craving

[Chorus: Kris Wu]
All this ice be on me but I still be rising
I’ll be on your levels but I’m still riding
Say that I be falling but they see me flying
When you peep me, I’m at the top
Ayy, turn up, turn up
Oh now, the tides are turning
I ain’t never, ever doubt what I’ve been affording
All this ice be on me but I still be rising
Say that I be falling but they see me flying

Part II

[Chorus: Joji]
They said that I won’t make it
They said that I won’t change
They say that I’m not flexing
Now they say wow, you’ve changed (skrrt)
Now they say wow you changed
Now they say wow you changing
Yeah, they ask why you change
When the rest ain’t looking like me

[Verse 3: Trippie Redd]
(Fourteen and Seventy)
No way, no way, stay the same
Got that purple in my vein
And that hard to feel that pain
While I’m rocking Saint Laurent
Purple body like a Saint
Ooh, big body would you like a tie
I’m just swerving, smoking on some dank
I’m just tryna fucking ease the pain
‘Fore I blow my mind like Kurt Cobain
No taste
No change
No change
Yeah, and I promise I won’t change
And I promise I’m the same
Trippie Redd, you know my name
Bitch, they say that I’m insane
I might blow your fucking brain
Bitch, I’ll fly you like a crane
Feels like I’m falling off a plane
Feels like I’m falling off a plane
And that bitch got angel wings
And spitting all these flames
Ain’t you know I like the lane
Ain’t they know I like the lane

[Chorus: Joji]
They said that I won’t make it
They said that I won’t change
They say that I’m not flexing
Now they say wow, you’ve changed (skrrt)
Now they say wow you changed
Now they say wow you changing
Yeah, they ask why you change
When the rest ain’t looking like me

[Outro: Joji]
Oh, call my name
[?]
Don’t call my name
[?]

Future – Onions Lyrics

[Intro]
I’m just onions
Yacht club on Smash
Yeah

[Chorus]
Myanmar nigga hot, I’m just onions
Cold bottles on bottles, I’m just onions
100,000 old whites, I’m just onions
Coots all on coots, I’m just onions
(A teal latrine)
A kippah, Kangol bags, bitches, Whitney too
And we ain’t never going back to what we used to do
I was gon’ lie to you but I had to tell the troops
I’m just being onions

[Verse]
My piss is coming back dirty, I’m just being onions
Got bitches kissing on bitches, I’m just being onions
I’m a rockstar for life, I’m just being onions (W!)
Got a check on me right now, I’m just big onions (Cigarette!)
We done turnt up on pepper dill, gonna hit onions (Cigarette!)
I ain’t nothing but a doughboy, I’m just being onions
These niggas getting shot for being onions
I fucked a home spa, I’m just being onions
I’ma stack it til Iraq, I’m just being onions
Anna, drop, fart, Coops, Dash, tooth, honey (Skirt!)
Live a rich nigga life, I’m just being onions (Douche!)
Meryl Streep, nigga, they get that muscle pain from ya (Stray dog!)

[Chorus]
Myanmar nigga hot, I’m just onions
Cold bottles on bottles, I’m just onions
100,000 old whites, I’m just onions
Koontz all on Koontz, I’m just onions
(A teal latrine)

Ding Dong and Bravo Drop “Dweet (Genna Bounce)” Video

Ding Dong and Bravo continues to get us moving with his new dance video “Dweet (Genna Bounce).”

Towards the end of the video, he injected his single “Flairy” a song that sparked some controversy last year when he took a shot at Busy Signal. The cut for “Dweet” was directed by RD Studios and starts out with a security guard patrolling an empty parking lot before sitting in a chair and falling asleep. The cut features several members of the Ravers Clavers crew doing the Genna Bounce dance.

“If yo waan look some gal, dweet, if yo waan leave wid yo friend, dweet, if yo waan smoke some trees, dweet, Mi no care who a frowns or a kiss them teeth, if yo waan buy out the bar, dweet, say yo ago mash up the club, dweet,” Ding Dong deejay. The Ravers Clavers leader is currently one of the hottest dancehall artists on the scene after scoring one of the most popular songs locally last year with, “Shoulda Fi A Fling.” Even the Jamaican Prime Minister got in on the action by doing the popular dance move.

Ding Dong says he has a lot in store for his fans this year. Watch the video for “Dweet (Genna Bounce)” below.

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Damian Marley’s ‘Stony Hill’ Tops Billboard Reggae Ahead Of Grammy Awards

Damian Marley‘s Stony Hill album returns to the top of the Billboard Reggae chart this week ahead of the 60th annual Grammy Awards.

Junior Gong and Chronixx are the hot favorites to take home the Grammy for Best Reggae Album this year, but with a Marley name behind him, Gong is traditionally favored to win the trophy. Chronixx’s Chronology album is currently at No. 6 on the chart. Whether or not this latest development will sway voters in the reggae Grammy category is yet to be determined.

Both Damian Marley and Chronixx released two well-received albums last year and both artists are deserving of the award, but only one can win. The other artists nominated in the Best Reggae Album category also released great albums, they include Morgan Heritage (Avrakedabra), Common Kings (Lost In Paradise), and J Boog (House Ting). This is the first Grammy nomination for Chronixx and Common Kings.

In a recent interview, Gong praised Chronixx for his effort while saying he is honored to be among this batch of nominees in the reggae category. “Some good albums are in the category this year,” Damian Marley said. “Chronixx put out a really nice album, which I listen to as a fan. I like that album a whole heap. Morgan Heritage, who are close family friends of mine, they have a good album out too, likewise J Boog. I am not so familiar with Common Kings, but everybody else I kinda know them music and we are all friends.”

Junior Gong already has three Grammys under his belt while Morgan Heritage won the covetous trophy in 2016. J Boog is now in his second consecutive nomination in the category. The annual Grammy Award will be held on January 28 at the Madison Square Gardens in New York. The show will be broadcast live on CBS Starting around 8 PM EST.

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Dancehall Icon Diana King Got Married To Longtime Girlfriend

Legendary dancehall singer Diana King got married to her longtime girlfriend Mijanne Webster.

King is one of the most iconic female dancehall artists of all-time after breaking onto the scene in the early 1990s before breaking into the mainstream with hits like “I Say A Little Prayer” and “Shy Guy.” In 2012, she went public for the first time that she is a lesbian and while she received some backlash from some of her Jamaican fan base, she overwhelmingly received a lot of support from the vast majority of her fans.

Diana King and Mijanne has been dating since 2007 and only recently tied the knot. “As an artiste, who is LGBTQ, born and raised in Jamaica, I never thought I’d ever say ‘my wife’ in this lifetime,” the singer wrote on Instagram. “I am completely and sincerely grateful to all who fought and continue to fight worldwide for our deserved equality and human rights. My true personality is introverted and private, totally different from the me on stage. My hands are shaking as I write this post. For me, it is a sign that I am about to exercise courage because they shook like this when I came out in 2012. I am sharing this because I strongly believe visibility is vital for change and I’m gonna live it… authentically. I’s married now Celie! Love wins.”

“We woke up on Saturday morning and she said to me… ‘Babe, did you think that when we met in 2007, one day we woulda married??? After a short pause, I replied Yes… yes I did…’ I didn’t tell anybody I was getting married,” Mijanne wrote.

Diana King has been touring extensively in recent years despite not dropping any new music since 2011 when she released her last album, AgirLnaMeKING. Her debut album Tougher Than Love was released in 1995. The project peaked at No. 1 on the Billboard Reggae chart and 85 on the R&B chart. The album is also certified three times platinum in Japan and gold in the US.

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Kanye West and Kim Kardashian Welcomes Third Child A Girl

Kanye West and Kim Kardashian have welcomed their third child a baby girl through a surrogate.

The couple’s surrogate gave birth to the baby girl on Monday, January 15th, weighing 7 lbs., 6 oz. Kim Kardashian confirmed the birth via her website in a post published yesterday. “Kanye and I are happy to announce the arrival of our healthy, beautiful baby girl,” she wrote. “We are incredibly grateful to our surrogate who made our dreams come true with the greatest gift one could give and to our wonderful doctors and nurses for their special care. North and Saint are especially thrilled to welcome their baby sister.”

Kanye West and Kim Kardashian are already the proud parents of a baby boy name Saint West and a baby girl name North West. The couple wanted a third child but Kim has a life-threatening condition name placenta accreta, which cause pregnancy complications when she was pregnant with her son Saint. Sources say the entire Kardashian clan are happy for the latest addition to their family.

Kanye and Kim welcomed their first child, North West, in 2013 and a year later the couple got married in a lavish wedding ceremony in Florence, Italy. The couple welcomed their second child in 2015 and last year they hired a surrogate for their third child. The couple recently moved into their mega-mansion in the Hollywood Hills so they have plenty room for their growing family.

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21 Savage & Metro Boomin – Pause

[Intro]
Aye
Hunnid K spent on a whip
Hunnid K spent on a whip
Hunnid K spent on a whip
Young Metro
Hunnid K spent on a whip, Metro
Hunnid K spent on a whip, Metro
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Hook]
Hunnid K spent on a whip, pause
Hunnid K spent on my bitch, pause
Hunnid K spent in the VIP, pause
Pause
Whipping up dope in the pot, pause
30 round clip on my Glock, pause
Pull up then somebody shot, pause
Pause

[Verse 1]
Niggas callin’ 12, yeah, niggas callin’ 12 (21)
We keep it in the street (bitch), we don’t want your ass in jail (bitch)
I got clientele (skrrt) off that triple beam scale (skrrt)
Got his ass killed tryna run off with a bale (21)
I just spent 15 hunnid on a belt (belt)
15 hunnid on my main bitch hair (21)
Yeah I’m real right, I took a oath not to tell
If you try the gang, we gon’ shoot you like Adele (pop-pop-pop)
I was runnin’ up with fifties, man, one-five for a fifty, man
I got a four hunnid, man, AK hold a hunnid, man
AK hold two hunnid, man, pull up in a mini-van (ooh)
Suckin’ on her titties, man, she gon’ fuck me an’ my man (what?)
I just walked up out the bank, fold my money, bitch, I can’t
I just drunk a hunnid pints, I just smoked a pound of dank

[Refrain]
Yeah, pause, yeah, pause
Yeah-yeah, pause, yeah, pause
Yeah-yeah, pause, yeah, pause
Wow, pause, wow, pause

[Verse 2]
Hit the dope, pause (skrrt)
Hit your ho, pause (skrrt)
Whip the bowl, pause (skrrt)
Rob the stove, pause (skrrt)
That was back in the day (the day)
But I still walk ’round with K’s (the Ks)
But I still catch me a case (a case)
Shot to the head, to the face (the face)
Bitch, I’m gon’ stay in your place (your place)
Bitch, I might nut on your face (your face)
Bitch, I might nut on your buddy (your buddy)
Bitch, ain’t no lovin’, no cuddlin’ (no cuddlin’)
Bitch, I’m gon’ shoot like I’m Butler (Butler, pow)
Young Savage shoot like D Rose, pause
Young Savage cuffin’ these hoes, (nah)
I ain’t got nothin’ but dick (but balls)
I be on syrup like i cough
Young Metro know that he hot, sauce
Wanna see me, then it’s gon’ cost
Went from the projects to a loft
Since I was young, I done broke laws
Since I was young, I done broke jaws
She suck the dick like she got four jowls
Bitch I’m a dog with no pause

[Refrain]
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Hol’ up, bitch, hol’ up
What you talkin’ bout?
Bitch, bitch, it ain’t ’bout no check
Bitch, bitch, I don’t wanna hear that shit
Bitch, bitch, Young Savage in this bitch, bitch
Bitch, trynna nut on all on your main bitch
Bitch, bitch, I’m still with the gang, bitch
Bitch, better stay in your lane, bitch

[Outro]
Yeah, better stay in your lane, ho
Ayy, I got gas like Rainbow
Ayy, I got choppers like Rambo
Ayy, they just freed my nigga, Rambo
Ayy, Slaughter Gang, bitch, and we got ammo
Ayy, I don’t wear no mother-fuckin’ camo
Ayy, I just bought a mother-fuckin’ Lambo’
Ayy, I just popped the roof and popped the [?]
Fuck it, keep all that shit

Zoey Dollaz – Mula (Remix) (feat. Lil Wayne)

[Intro: Zoey Dollaz]
Got that Remedy, yeah
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula

[Chorus: Zoey Dollaz]
I cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula (yeah)
Took her to the mall, then I took her to the jeweller (yeah)
I might fuck around, then go put her in the bank (yeah)
When you gettin’ money, give a fuck ’bout what they think (yeah)
Like oh woah, oh, oh, oh
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula
Like oh woah, oh, oh, oh
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula (yeah)

[Verse 1: Zoey Dollaz]
I done fell in love, with some money (yeah, some money)
I done left my girl, I ain’t sorry (yea, sorry)
Nigga, think about when I was broke (yeah, I’m broke)
Fuck that, I ain’t goin’ back no more (yeah, no more)
Fuck around and found some dope (some dope)
I ain’t finna hit no licks no more (no more)
I’ma take Mula to the jeweller
Diamonds on my neck, freezin’ like a cooler
Like woah, woah, damn my nigga, froze
Nigga, gettin’ money now (money now)
Look at all these hoes (hoes)
Where the fuck, was you was at?
When I was broke?
Only stickin’ with my day ones
Yeah, my bros (Mula)

[Chorus: Zoey Dollaz]
I cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula (yeah)
Took her to the mall, then I took her to the jeweller (yeah)
I might fuck around, then go put her in the bank (yeah)
When you gettin’ money, give a fuck ’bout what they think (yeah)
Like oh woah, oh, oh, oh
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula
Like oh woah, oh, oh, oh
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula (yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula
Mula on my mind, on my mind, brain tumor
So addicted to her, faithful and restricted to her
I know she been around but a lot of niggas blew her
I’ma take good care of her
Make sure you aware of her
Put her on the table, break her down like a skeleton
Sippin’ on the gelatin
Smokin’ on the melatin
It’s just me and my girlfriend, Makaveli-in’
I told wifey she too pricey
And then I went got icy
A nigga get poltergeist-y for the Breitling
If you baller blocking, invite me
I cheated on my girl, she still recuperating
It’s Weezy Baby and Mula
But our friends call us Mula Baby
I’m gone

[Chorus: Zoey Dollaz]
I cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula (yeah)
Took her to the mall, then I took her to the jeweller (yeah)
I might fuck around, then go put her in the bank (yeah)
When you gettin’ money, give a fuck ’bout what they think (yeah)
Like oh woah, oh, oh, oh
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula
Like oh woah, oh, oh, oh
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula (yeah)

[Outro: Zoey Dollaz]
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula (yeah)
Cheated on my girl with a bitch named Mula (yeah)

YFN Lucci – Street Kings (feat. Meek Mill)

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Uh, young street nigga tryin’ make some millions
I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
These niggas talk about it but they never did shit
And we ain’t really smelling that shit
When you made it out the slums then you the trillest
Running with yo’ day ones, yeah, you the realest
Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
Young street nigga tryin’ make some millions

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Uh, know I’m from the projects
In the hood know I still got on all my shit
100k on my neck
Die for my respect
Tryin’ ride on the kid, fuck around and wreck
Play you, die, you next
Uh, true number one got ’em upset
I’ve been on my young fly shit since a lil’ jet, true shit
A whole lot of broomsticks what we move with
Don’t be jumping in shit you ain’t got nothin’ to do with
Sweep yo’ block like a house sweep, y’all all sweet
Never been the type to call all beef, don’t call me
Nigga talkin’ ’bout he gon’ off me, they lost me
They tryin’ do me like Jeezy, they tryin’ cross me
I’ma give a nigga the full clip ’til it’s all E
After bloodshed ain’t no sorry, I’m sorry
We was all broke now we all kings
Gotta get the fuck up out the hood by any means
We all G’s

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Uh, young street nigga tryin’ make some millions
I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
These niggas talk about it but they never did shit
And we ain’t really smelling that shit
When you made it out the slums then you the trillest
Running with yo’ day ones, yeah, you the realest
Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
Young street nigga tryin’ make some millions

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Shout out my niggas that stayed down
That’s why they still with me I came up
Got some money and look what they sayin’ now
But they tell you them niggas stand up, I manned up
And I turned a dollar to a thousand, turned a thousand to a million, moved my mom’s to public housing
Had to put her in that mansion, for the hood I got a Audi
And they tell me that I’m losin’, man you niggas fuckin’ wildin’
When they killed Lil’ Snupe, I took a L
Young trap niggas from the bottom, we prevailed
We had got expelled before they taught us how to spell
We ain’t never go to math but knew them numbers on that scale
Busting’ bricks sellin’ bails, I ain’t never tell
Only thing a nigga takin’ from me is a shell
Hood of broken dreams, we was to raising hell
If you was from my hood, then you would never get a cell
Fuck nigga!

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Uh, young street nigga tryin’ make some millions
I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
These niggas talk about it but they never did shit
And we ain’t really smelling that shit
When you made it out the slums then you the trillest
Running with yo’ day ones, yeah, you the realest
Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
Young street nigga tryin’ make some millions

Marlo – Thinking Out Loud

[Intro]
Bring that money counter baby
I’m just thinking out loud
I’m just thinking out loud

[Chorus]
I’m having thoughts in my head, it’s only one way to get this bread
Throwing rocks at the feds, fuck the narcs and the pigs
I’ma get money by any means necessary
I got a big load, I gotta carry
I hope I miss the drought in February
These niggas gon’ be down, it’s never worried
And I hope you niggas know I’m never worried
I take a perc then I please all my pain
Got me walking through the mud and the rain
I feel my soul going through my damn veins
I’m just thinking out loud
Got my head to the cloud
I wish C could see me now
I know he’d be proud
I scream free Lil Tay
I wish he were still here
And I’m lowkey sharing the Rari whippin’, yeah

[Verse 1]
And I do this for my Bourne Home niggas
I know we still the realest
And my hood birthed a whole lot of killers
And I still wish that Lo was still living
And we still say that he the king nigga
So it’s shouts out to Lo, he my nigga
And I’m still repping NDC nigga
You know I’m still NDC nigga
You know I’m down to ride for my niggas
You know I’m down to slide with my niggas
I don’t give a fuck ’bout none nigga, yeah

[Chorus]
I’m having thoughts in my head, it’s only one way to get this bread
Throwing rocks at the feds, fuck the narcs and the pigs
I’ma get money by any means necessary
I got a big load, I gotta carry
I hope I miss the drought in February
These niggas gon’ be down, it’s never worried
And I hope you niggas know I’m never worried
I take a perc then I please all my pain
Got me walking through the mud and the rain
I feel my soul going through my damn veins
I’m just thinking out loud
Got my head to the cloud
I wish C could see me now
I know he’d be proud
I scream free Lil Tay
I wish he were still here
And I’m lowkey sharing the Rari whippin’, yeah

[Verse 2]
They gave bird a long time for that iron
He didn’t snitch on none nigga, he took his time
He stood up like a man and took the ride
And I’m still thinkin’ about how Marlo died
AndI answer for my question deep inside
And that nigga Black Dog he one thousand
And a nigga Steve took off project housing
Put the bricks all in the wall and the house
So you know them birds flying down South
Came up in the game, my frown
Get in by the time it’s goin’ down

[Chorus]
I’m having thoughts in my head, it’s only one way to get this bread
Throwing rocks at the feds, fuck the narcs and the pigs
I’ma get money by any means necessary
I got a big load, I gotta carry
I hope I miss the drought in February
These niggas gon’ be down, it’s never worried
And I hope you niggas know I’m never worried
I take a perc then I please all my pain
Got me walking through the mud and the rain
I feel my soul going through my damn veins
I’m just thinking out loud
Got my head to the cloud
I wish C could see me now
I know he’d be proud
I scream free Lil Tay
I wish he were still here
And I’m lowkey sharing the Rari whippin’, yeah

Lloyd Banks – Mighty Healthy Freestyle

[Intro]
You know who the fuck it is
2018
Two thousand and make cream
At Your Request

[Verse: Lloyd Banks & Ghostface Killah]
Masked up on my last case
Figured no face, no karma
Throwin’ salt at me
Prefer my shade by Dolce Gabbana
Rideable, bet the [?] and kinda rotation out of Stamford
Nothin’ fall for anything
Prada replace the dollar
Havin’ 70s gettin’ bent out of shape and I’m a tip-top
Want this shit? Gotta fight to get on like Love & Hip Hop
Mary Jane’ll tie me up, fell in love with the Ziploc
I done seen your true colors for green niggas to flip-flop
Hope you take your best shot followed by something tragic
Have to show you Cs and I’ll spit in your face like a battle rapper
Shit, I only hit the weed slow, came up a rabbit clapper
Prayed on the God, glow and he gave it to me, tabernacle
Never really like [?], hate you, know to my next feed
Baguette sleeve
A loyal my begger’s my pet peeve
Time for me to jet, heavy time on the jet skis
The dopest supplier, you trippin’ to let the connect leave
Audacity dissin’ veterans puttin’ up tanking and numbers
Ain’t no deuce deuce in yo’ boot, them fuckin’ ankle huggers
When we hug these mics we get busy
I’m thinkin’ "Who is he?"
A stupid motherfucker [?] smooth and dumping free work all over to feed the customers
Settin’ the soundtrack for the realer kind of greatest hustlers
Haters to fuel up the fire, doubters to act astounded
Smoke for the watches, gorilla glue with the wax around it
Dollars to rev up the ops and ammo to back them down with
Double bottoms for ass kickin’, the black and brown shits
Certifications debatable, take a fall stay quiet
Your fan base ain’t gone save you, you hit the floor stage divin’
Fire trail from me flying
You takin’ off? Brave pilot
You makin’ moves? Stay silent
You crossed the crew’s gray island
Don’t box me into your categories I’m alien
Them records, I hear nothin’ but fear in ’em
Break a chair on ’em
I see a nigga dye one more color I disappear again
Y’all breedin’ bitches
My blade give a cesarean
I give it everything I had, another high speed choice
Thinkin’ "what more do you want from me?" in Tyrese voice
All we do is make a it stack the homicide green boys
Unnecessary altercations keep the concrete moist
I hate makin’ shit, disciplinary though
Limited edition lab coat, Louie Supreme collabo’

[Outro]
For every blow, depends on breath control
So it’s the first thing you must learn
Fortunately it’s easy
You’ll soon learn

Lil Pump – Trap Jumpin (feat. Juicy J)

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, got the trap jumpin’
Ooh, ayy, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Pump & (Juicy J)]
Got the trap jumpin’, got the trap jumpin’
Got the trap jumpin’, got the trap jumpin’
Got the trap jumpin’, got the trap jumpin’
Got the trap jumpin’, got the trap jumpin’
Made one phone call, got the trap jumpin’
Made two phone calls, got the trap jumpin’
Made three phone calls, got the trap jumpin’
Made four phone calls, got the trap jumpin’
Trap goin’ stupid, trap goin’ stupid
Trap goin’ stupid, trap goin’ stupid
Goddamn, ooh, trap goin’ stupid
Trap goin’ stupid, trap goin’ stupid
Yuh, ayy, trap goin’ stupid
Trap goin’ stupid, trap goin’ stupid
Yuh (yeah), trap goin’ stupid (yeah)
Trap goin’ stupid (yeah), trap goin’ stupid
(Let’s get it)

[Verse: Juicy J]
Yeah, I count my own money
Yeah, I ain’t ever been no dummy (no dummy)
Movin’ them Ps, let me be
That shit sweet like honey (shit sweet)
Yeah, trap goin’ stupid, don’t be foolish
Don’t try to stay at home, I do this (don’t do it)
Whole bread, I got new shit (new shit)
My wrist cost me two whips (cash)
I ain’t ever been no fool (no fool)
Always fed my crew (my niggas)
I’m from the jungle, them wolves don’t eat
Then they might turn on you (we eat)
Nigga, I paid my dues (dues)
Nigga can’t clock my moves (uh-uh)
It look like a Bar Mitzvah on my neck
I’m rockin’ so many jewels
Made one phone call, now I gotta load in
Twenty-four hours, trap still open
How you gettin’ money all day if you’re closin’?
Kick all the good girls out, let the hoes in
Damn, ooh, this what I do
I can teach you some shit you can’t learn in school
Drop it in the pot, let it steam, let it brew
Same old Juice, it ain’t nuttin’ new
I just

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Got the trap jumpin’, got the trap jumpin’
Got the trap jumpin’, got the trap jumpin’
Got the trap jumpin’, got the trap jumpin’
Got the trap jumpin’, got the trap jumpin’
Made one phone call, got the trap jumpin’
Made two phone calls, got the trap jumpin’
Made three phone calls, got the trap jumpin’
Made four phone calls, got the trap jumpin’
Trap goin’ stupid, trap goin’ stupid
Trap goin’ stupid, trap goin’ stupid
Goddamn, ooh, trap goin’ stupid
Trap goin’ stupid, trap goin’ stupid
Yuh, ayy, trap goin’ stupid
Trap goin’ stupid, trap goin’ stupid
Yuh, trap goin’ stupid
Trap goin’ stupid, trap goin’ stupid

Belinda Carlisle – I Get Weak (Single Edit)

When I’m with you
I shake inside
My heart’s all tangled up
My tongue is tied it’s crazy

Can’t walk, can’t talk, can’t eat, can’t sleep
Oh, I’m in love, oh I’m in deep ’cause baby

With a kiss you can strip me defenseless
With a touch I completely lose control
‘Til all that’s left of my strength is a memory, whoa

I get weak when I look at you
Weak when we touch
I can’t speak when I look in your eyes
I get weak when you’re next to me
Weak from this love
I can’t speak when I look in your eyes
I get weak

Convincing eyes, persuasive lips
The helpless heart just can’t resist their power

You know you’ve got a hold over me
You know you’ve got me where I want to be ’cause lover

Like a wave you keep pulling me under
How I’ll ever get out of this I don’t know
I just know there’s just no way to fight it, whao

I get weak when I look at you
Weak when we touch
I can’t speak when I look in your eyes
I get weak when you’re next to me
Weak from this love
I’m in deep when I look in your eyes
I get weak I get weak I get weak

Just a kiss you can strip me defenseless
Just a touch I completely lose control
‘Til all that’s left of my strength is a memory, whoa

I get weak when I look at you
Weak when we touch
I can’t speak when I look in your eyes
I get weak when you’re next to me
Weak from this love
I can’t speak when I look in your eyes
I get weak I get weak I get weak

Halsey – Bad At Love (On SNL) (Live)

Got a boy back home in Michigan
And it tastes like Jack when I’m kissing him
So I told him that I never really liked his friends
Now he’s gone and he’s calling me a bitch again
There’s a guy that lives in a garden state
And he told me that we make it ’til we graduate
So I told him the music would be worth the wait
But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate

I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
That we’re meant to be
But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
Get the best of me
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah I
Always make the same mistakes ’cause

I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love

Got a girl with California eyes
And I thought that she could really be the one this time
But I never got the chance to make her mine
Because she fell in love with little thin white lines
London girl with an attitude
We never told no one but we look so cute
Both got way better things to do
But I always think about it when I’m riding through

I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
That I’m in too deep
And jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
Get the best in me
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah I
Always make the same mistakes ’cause

I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)

I know that you’re afraid
I’m gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades
Each time the feeling fades
I know that you’re afraid
I’m gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades

You know I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, oh

G-Eazy & Halsey – Him & I (On SNL) (Live)

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I
(Him and I)

[Verse 1: G-Eazy & (Halsey)]
My ’65 speeding up the PCH, a hell of a ride
They don’t want to see us make it, they just want to divide
2017 Bonnie & Clyde
Wouldn’t see the point of living on if one of us died, yeah
Got that kind of style everybody try to rip off
YSL dress under when she takes the mink off
Silk on her body, pull it down and watch it slip off
Ever catch me cheating, she would try to cut my (ha-ha-ha)
Crazy, but I love her, I could never run from her
Hit it, no rubber, never would let no one touch her
Swear we drive each other, mad, she be so stubborn
But, what the fuck is love with no pain, no suffer
Intense, this shit, it gets dense
She knows when I’m out of it like she could just sense
If I had a million dollars, or was down to ten cents
She’d be down for whatever, never gotta convince, no

[Chorus: Halsey & (G-Eazy)]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie (I love you baby)
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Verse 2: G-Eazy & (Halsey)]
We turn up, mobbin’ ’til the end of time
Only one who gets me, I’m a crazy fuckin’ Gemini
Remember this for when I die
Everybody dressed in all black, suits and a tie
My funeral will be lit if I-
Ever go down or get caught, if they identify
My bitch was the most solid, nothing to solidify
She would never cheat, you’d never see her with a different guy
Ever tell you different, then it’s a lie
See, that’s my down bitch, see that’s my soldier
She keeps that thang-thang, if anyone goes there
Calm and collected, she keeps her composure
And she gon’ ride for me until this thing over
We do drugs together (together)
Fuck up clubs together (together)
And we’d both go crazy (crazy)
If we was to sever
You know?
We keep mobbin’, it’s just me and my bitch
Fuck the world, we just gon’ keep getting rich
You know?

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Bridge: Halsey & G-Eazy]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To you, I’ve never lied
For you, I’d take a life
It’s him and I, and I swear (ayy)
‘Til the end I’m-ma ride wit’ you
Mob and get money, get high wit’ you, yeah (ayy)
Cross my heart, hope to die
This is our ride or die
You can confide in me
There is no hiding, I swear
Stay solid, never lie to you
Swear, most likely I’m-ma die wit’ you, yeah

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

Bodega Bamz – Diddy Bop

[Intro: Noname]
I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready
I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready
I’m ready, I’m ready

[Verse 1: Noname]
This sound like Mississippi sippy cup, daddy turn bibby up
Henny invented the catalyst for happiness in my cup
This sound like kiddies on the playground when mama was running up
Ooooooh, you about to get your ass beat
This sound like niggas complaining when their bitches like Raz-B
B2K in the stereo, we juke in the back seat
Or juke in the basement, in love with my KSWISS’s
This feel like jumping in a pool and I’m knowing I can’t swim
Ooooooh, you about to get your ass beat
For stealing that twenty dollars like ”baby, just ask me”
Mama say she love, love, loved us
When the lights was off we had to stay with cousins
Granny at the BBQ with petty ass husband
Summertime, city life, Chi-town, my town, my town
After school matters like I’m needing that stipend right now
Kennicott parking lot got caught with the blunt like “wow wow”

[Bridge: Noname]
Run, run, run, mama say come home before the streetlights do
Ice cream on my front porch in my new FUBU and my A1’s too
Watching my happy block my whole neighborhood hit the diddy bop

[Hook: Cam O’bi]
This sound like growing out my clothes
With stars in my pocket, dreaming bout making my hood glow
This sound like every place I would go, if I could fly
This feel like every summertime
Fall asleep dreaming bout all the places I could go
And every one of them feels so close, still chasing time

[Verse 2: Raury]
And I am not a star
I am a meteor on a crash course towards Earth across the cosmos
Versus Perseus to the father
Of his birth to tell the truth, that I’m his real son
Get blocked, I’ma build one
Get blocked, I’ma build two
Hope that you see it’s a staircase
Still pray for a fair day where they give a fair race to the marinade
And the dogons and the eses and the fair faced
Keith Ape tryna pill paint
Rainbows with a pink blue and a sea foam type of green hue
Make a clear space
Stop overreacting, it’s past my curfew I’m out after 6
Happily making my accident
Mama gon’ whoop on my ass again
Pray that I’m making my way before 8 and I might have to sneak in the back again
Hope that Memorial traffickin’
Hope that she stopping for gas again
Girl I just want to relax again
Pray you gon’ bring that shit back again
Pray you gon’ bring that shit back again
I know

[Bridge: Noname]
Run, run, run, mama say come home before the streetlights do
Ice cream on my front porch in my new FUBU and my A1’s too
Watching my happy block my whole neighborhood hit the diddy bop

[Hook: Cam O’bi]
This sound like growing out my clothes
With stars in my pocket, dreaming ’bout making my hood grow
This sound like every place I would go, if I could fly
This feel like every summertime
Fall asleep dreaming bout all the places I could go
And every one of them feels so close, still chasing time

[Outro: Noname]
Watching my happy block my whole neighborhood hit the diddy bop
Watching my happy, watching my happy ooh ooh
Watching my happy block my whole neighborhood hit the diddy bop

Kodak Black – Poetical G

[Intro]
Aye, it’s two thousand eighteen hundred
1800 block
Free Jackboy
Sniper Gang

[Chorus]
We do the same thing, but won’t do it the same
I pray to God that I ain’t losing my brain
Made a lot of music to forget all of my pain
I just wanted money, but it came with some fame
I get on the beat, and I just be wanting to sing
Even though I wanted to it’s never gone change
All the love I got for you is never gone change
Shit ain’t never, never, ever gone be the same
Shawty say she love me, so she tatted my name
So I ever leave her then I’m leavin’ a stain

[Verse]
Leavin’ ’em all, tryna hide the scars
I can’t hide my cardinality, my personality
I am who I are
I’m sitting in the dark
All I want to do is shine, they throwing shade on me
I turnt that money clean off of living dirty
Can’t leave the streets alone
It left a stain on me
I get on this beat like it’s my testimony
We do the same thing, but won’t do it the same
And everything they do it’s like they all changed
I got skeletons in my closet by my Balmain
That’s my shooter coming around here
That’s my dawg, man
I promise we gone all ball, man
Just bought a mansion, you just bought a damn chain
I’m about wacking, hope you about the same thing
I tried to forgive you but something wouldn’t let me
I think about my woe, I just popped a xanny
I’m still fed up, but I’m countin’ fetty
I tried to forgive you but something wouldn’t let me
I be going too hard I might break something
I get retarded, boy, I shake something

[Chorus]
We do the same thing but won’t do it the same
I pray to God I ain’t losing my brain
Made a lot of music to forget all of my pain
I just wanted money but it came with some fame
I get on the beat, and I just be wanting to sing
Even though I wanted to it’s never gone change
All the love I got for you is never gone change
Shit ain’t never, never gone be the same
Shawty say she love me, so she tatted my name
So I ever leave her then I’m leavin’ a stain

Gucci Mane & Lil Baby – The Load (feat. Marlo)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Wop

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Well my day startin’ crazy, my pack ain’t fuckin’ make it
The feds investigating, some of my niggas turned fugazi
I keep gunners with me lately, they might gun you down for nathin’
El Gato is my code name, don’t ever call me Radric
Crystal coke and crystal meth, so icy entertainment
I’m gangster but I’m famous, bitch I’m armed and I’m dangerous
Diamonds on me blinkin’ mane, fuck what niggas thinkin’ mane
Guwop gon’ keep gettin’ it mane, long as they keep printin’ it mane
Play with me, regret it
This ain’t that synthetic
Y’all boys too pathetic
You don’t got it then go get it
Call tell, I’m connected
El Gato, respect it
Two Asian plugs with hella drugs
Call them Redman and Method

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
When the load gettin’ closer, hope they don’t pull him over
I know my bows over, sack ’em up and keep the over
Dope weighing over, please don’t weigh it over
It’s losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda
Count the money over, and feed the junky sober
Splash the water on it when I lean the pot over
Zone 6 soldier, take your hood over
High grade, upscale, top-notch yola

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Fuck the police, that’s the code we honor
Your bitch on my drip, I poured it on her
Diamonds on fleek, I’m cold, pneumonia
Me and Wop sitting at the top
Millionaires out the cell block
I ain’t never gotta sell blocks
When I get bored I buy a new watch
Went to the lot and bought my bitch a drop
Now I’m on fire, I burn a nigga
They ain’t gave me shit, I earned it nigga
Me and Marlo really gettin’ them loads
Ask the streets, everybody know
Spend my show money on clothes
Trap stay bunking, we don’t close
Runnin’ with slime, they’ll wipe your nose
I’m from the gutter, throwing up fours
I’m back on my shit, I’m dripping waterfall
Did a bid, came back, then I brushed it off
Shooters, they gon’ shoot on my command
Pop a nigga noggin like a xan
All I ever needed was a chance
Now I got a whole lot of bands
Now I got a whole lot of fans
Tucking my strap in at my shows
Double Rollies, want a white one, a gold
Never stopping and I’m always on go
In the back of the back, I got the curtains closed
Trap spot, tryna get off the load
I’m like Luda, I been slanging them bows

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
When the load gettin’ closer, hope they don’t pull him over
I know my bows over, sack ’em up and keep the over
Dope weighing over, please don’t weigh it over
It’s losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda
Count the money over, and feed the junky sober
Splash the water on it when I lean the pot over
Zone 6 soldier, take your hood over
High grade, upscale, top-notch yola

[Verse 3: Marlo]
I been having a real crazy day, but them packs man I’m gettin’ paid
Got G8 on the cell floor, he done poked a nigga with a switchblade
I done stayed down with my own, nigga I done came up with my own way
Zone 1 rebel, got more pistols than an arcade
And Marlo is my real name, don’t ever call me rude
Act a fool, and I been a damn gangster with them tools
Young nigga make the rules, break the rules
I been a gangster, I make the news
Do script and pack with Lil Baby food
Goose say we’re goin’ real crazy, ooh
And the load gettin’ real real closer
And I hope the dope just came up out the water
And I put that fish scale in that water
Make it double up and get real real harder
And if it [?] go real real farther, yeah

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
When the load gettin’ closer, hope they don’t pull him over
I know my bows over, sack ’em up and keep the over
Dope weighing over, please don’t weigh it over
It’s losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda
Count the money over, and feed the junky sober
Splash the water on it when I lean the pot over
Zone 6 soldier, take your hood over
High grade, upscale, top-notch yola