Offset – North Star Lyrics

[Intro: Offset]
Shit got real, we was standin’ in the rain, woah (Real)
I got four kids, know we need to spend some time, oh

[Verse 1: Offset]
I’m grindin’ without the sleep (Hey)
I pray to get out of the street
I sit back and watch and see (Watch)
They plot they enemies (Plot)
They try to split the three
This shit longer than centuries (Woo)
Shit be botherin’ me
I got scars under my sleeve (Scars)
The blogs is after me (Blogs is after me)
They tryna capture me (Tryna capture me)
They lyin’ about the hoes, it’s fuckin’ my bitch up mentally (Lie)
Shit be glitter, it don’t be gold the fame can fuck up your family (Lie)
It’s hard to hold ’em, I’m sorry I fold
But you can’t do this shit back to me (Sorry I fold)
Sippin’ on 4-4 while I’m lane switchin’ (4-4)
Thinkin’ about my woes, let the gang get in
Niggas start crossin’ out they bros let they fame get ’em (Who?)
Suckin’ out my soul, she got a brain difference
Throwin’ up big B’s, Bent’ Bentyaga (Big B)
She ain’t up to speed like my baby
Hop, hop in that new ‘ghini and race it (Skrrt)
This is not a dream, no fugazi (Dream, dream, dream)

[Interlude: Offset]
Mouth wide, I’ma dive in
We from the north side
We from the north side of the island

[Verse 2: Offset]
Master of my craft, go through the rough draft
Watchin’ all my maps, calculate my cap (Calculate)
This is real rap, Offset sack ’em like Warren Sapp
Music like the trap, get the product and relapse
Crown me the king, addiction to lean
But if I can’t sip it then mama I can’t even sleep (Yeah)
Got skeletons all in my closet, I’m scared to peek (Scared to peek)
They thought I was gon’ fail if you ask me
They don’t really want me on, oh so sad to me
They know I’m too strong, can’t assassin me
I’ma always be good, don’t feel bad for me
This the mind of a maniac, you believe in the internet (Hey)
I receive and I give it back, greet the people when in Iraq
Let me lead the pack, I’ma let everyone eat the racks (Eat)
We don’t feed the rats (Feed), all I speak is facts
Autopilot on the jet, my dawg caught a lick
Mama had a nigga scared, hide the pistol ’round my shit

[Chorus: CeeLo Green]
There is no such thing as peace or privacy
And if you felt this low down you’d get high as me
I’m beginning to question what I believe
It’s so lonely in the light, it’s lonely, I repeat
But I cannot cry
And I’m acting like I cannot die
But I’ve gotta burn brighter
To be the north star in the dark night sky
And I just can’t cry
They’re acting like I cannot die
‘Cause I’ve gotta burn brighter
To be the north star in the dark night sky

[Bridge: CeeLo Green]
Look up, look down and look around for me
I’ll cast a shadow on the ground for me (Look high up)
‘Cause I’ll be high up in the sky
And I’ll always be there, I will always be there
Don’t look down or look around for me
I’ll cast a shadow on the ground for me (Look high up)
‘Cause I’ll be high up in the sky
And I’ll always be there, I will always be there

[Outro: CeeLo Green]
‘Cause I’m the north star in the dark night sky
I can’t cry
Yes, I could die
To be the north star in the dark night sky
Can’t cry
Yes, I could die
To be the north star in the dark night sky

Maren Morris – The Bones Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We’re in the homestretch of the hard times
We took a hard left, but we’re alright
Yeah, life sure can try to put love through it, but
We built this right, so nothing’s ever gonna move it

[Chorus]
When the bones are good, the rest don’t matter
Yeah, the paint could peel, the glass could shatter
Let it rain ’cause you and I remain the same
When there ain’t a crack in the foundation
Baby, I know any storm we’re facing
Will blow right over while we stay put
The house don’t fall when the bones are good

[Verse 2]
Call it dumb luck, but baby, you and I
Can’t even mess it up, although we both try
No, it don’t always go the way we planned it
But the wolves came and went and we’re still standing

[Chorus]
When the bones are good, the rest don’t matter
Yeah, the paint could peel, the glass could shatter
Let it rain ’cause you and I remain the same
When there ain’t a crack in the foundation
Baby, I know any storm we’re facing
Will blow right over while we stay put
The house don’t fall when my bones are good
When the bones are good

[Bridge]
Bones are good, the rest, the rest don’t matter (Baby, it don’t really matter)
Paint could peel, the glass could shatter (Oh, the glass, oh, the glass could shatter)
Bones are good, the rest, the rest don’t matter (Ooh)
Paint could peel, the glass, the glass could shatter (Yeah)

[Chorus]
When the bones are good, the rest don’t matter
Yeah, the paint could peel, the glass could shatter
Let it rain (Let it rain, let it rain)
‘Cause you and I remain the same (Woo)
When there ain’t a crack in the foundation (Woo)
Baby, I know any storm we’re facing
Will blow right over while we stay put
The house don’t fall when the bones are good

[Outro]
Yeah, ooh

Weezer – High as a Kite Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I think I’m going parasailing
Miles above, it’s so serene
I’m letting go of all the troubles
That I’ve seen, that I’ve seen
Way up here, no one can touch me
I’m drifting like a lost balloon
I’m out of reach, won’t be coming down
Any time soon, any time soon

[Chorus]
I’m high as a kite
Don’t you think they’d know what I’m worth?
Flying like a beautiful bird
I’m high as a kite
Don’t you think they’d know what I’m worth?
Why I gotta come down to earth?

[Verse 2]
I feel no pain, I feel no pleasure
I only want to disappear
So let me play this game for children
And vanish into the atmosphere

[Chorus]
I’m high as a kite
Don’t you think they’d know what I’m worth?
Flying like a beautiful bird
I’m high as a kite
Don’t you think they’d know what I’m worth?
Why I gotta come down to earth?

[Bridge]
When I’m high
And I’m giving up the nightmare chase, oh woah woah
And all I wanna do is blow my mind, oh woah woah
All I wanna do is blow my mind
I can fly up to the stratosphere
High above the cirrus clouds
Where I am one with the universe

[Chorus]
I’m high as a kite
Don’t you think they’d know what I’m worth?
Flying like a beautiful bird
I’m high
Don’t you think they’d know what I’m worth?
Why I gotta come down to earth
When I’m high?

Gunna – Yao Ming Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh

[Chorus]
Yao Ming, this money tall (This money tall)
I just checked the stats, niggas still waitin’ on me to fall (Fall)
Bitch got drip like me, walkin’ out in Louis leotard (Yeah)
These Turbo Wheezy wave beats got me singin’ to the top (Top)
Bedspread (Spread), Medusa head matchin’ my drawers (My drawers)
Amiri pants (Pants), belt Hermès, drippin’ it all (Drippin’ it all)
Goyard backpack stuffed with cash, I’m a young don (Don, don)
Life’s too fast (Fast), baby had to ask can she come (Come, uh)

[Verse]
Yes you can (Yes you), yes you can, yes you can (Say it again)
Yes you can (Huh), don’t pack no bags, you can shop when you land (Shop when you land)
Had to make grands, this is all God’s plan, you shoot out the van (Shoot out the van)
Went shoppin’ in Japan, spent more than my show, brought Thugger back some pants (Brought Thugger back some pants)
Yeah, amen (Amen)
When I pulled up, plushed out Benz, feel like the world was in my hands (My hands)
Thank God, forgave my sins, one of them nights he heard me prayin’
You got my backend, I bend it off top, ain’t no playin’ (Uh)
Every other day is a backend, people relate to what I’m sayin’ (I’m sayin’)
On the plane, gotta take Xans (Take Xans)
Drive the coupe, bought a sedan (Sedan)
Sent an invoice, what form of payment is you payin’? (What kind?)
Take a wire, card or cash (Cash)
You ain’t got it, lil’ nigga? Too bad (Too bad)
Left the valet with the keys to the Jag (To the Jag)
Aw, yeah, yeah
Ridin’ in the ‘Rari, got a bitch like Kylie with long hair (Long hair)
Couple of stars (Stars), to the party on Mars, yeah (Mars, yeah)
23 stories (Stories), talkin’ from the top, at the bottom can’t hear (At the bottom, can’t hear)
Lovin’ these drugs, so a nigga can’t feel (Can’t feel)
Show no fear (Fear)
Comme des Garçons button-down, pick a tear (Yeah), hard sip
Tellin’ me suck Gunna like seas, this big drip (Drip), all lips (All lips)
New whip, new bae, cute face, no waist (Yeah)
All hips (All hips)

[Chorus]
Yao Ming, this money tall
I just checked the stats, niggas still waitin’ on me to fall
Bitch got drip like me, walkin’ out in Louis leotard (Louis leotard)
These Turbo Wheezy wave beats got me singin’ to the top (Top)
Bedspread (Spread), Medusa head matchin’ my drawers (My drawers)
Amiri pants (Pants), belt Hermès, drippin’ it all (Drippin’ it all)
Goyard backpack stuffed with cash, I’m a young don (Don, don)
Life’s too fast (Fast), baby had to ask can she come (Come, uh)

[Outro]
Yes you can (Yes you), yes you can, yes you can (Say it again)

Lil Pump – Nu Uh Lyrics

[Intro]
Don’t talk to me, nuh-huh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh
Uh-huh, chyeah, ooh, brrt, Lil Pump
Ooh (Danny, I see you)
Ooh (Hehehehe, Misogi)

[Chorus]
Don’t talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh)
Don’t stare at me, nuh-uh (Ooh)
Yeah, I done glowed up (Chyeah)
Then I fucked your bitch, uh-huh (Uh-huh)
What’s your name? Lil Pump (Brrt)
Told that bitch shut up (Chyeah)
I drink a lotta lean (Ooh), pop a lotta pills (Brrt)
So you know I stay fucked up (Damn)
Don’t talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh)
Don’t stare at me, nuh-uh (Chyeah)
Don’t talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh)
Don’t stare at me, nuh-uh (Ooh)
Nuh-uh (Ooh), nuh-uh (Ooh)
Nuh-uh, nuh-uh (Chyeah)
Nuh-uh (Ooh), nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh

[Verse]
Don’t talk to me (Brrt)
Smashed your ho, she said you a rookie, uh-huh (Chyeah)
Real drug addict, what up?
Woke up in the morning, wonder how to get fucked up (Ooh)
Swear to God shit won’t stop, ten hoes in the yacht
Even got your sister and your mom (Damn)
Still do drugs on house arrest (Ooh)
Bitch, I forgot the day we met (Huh?)
Failed math class, two percent (Two)
Put the Hi-Tech on my desk (Tech)
I don’t like school anyway (Brrt)
Dropped out, made a million dollars next day (Ooh, chyeah)
Yeah, I found my teacher on Backpage (Ooh)
Pop three Xans and I go on a rampage (Damn)
Get geeked up on a Sunday (Chyeah)
Crash the Porsche, left it on the highway (Brrt)
Goddamn, my life’s so good (Goddamn)
Grandma sold crack and she still in the hood (Ooh)
Told her ass work ’cause all she do is cook
Learned how to sell crack ‘fore I learned to read a book (Wow)

[Chorus]
Don’t talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh)
Don’t stare at me, nuh-uh (Ooh)
Yeah, I done glowed up (Chyeah)
Then I fucked your bitch, uh-huh (Uh-huh)
What’s your name? Lil Pump (Brrt)
Told that bitch shut up (Chyeah)
I drink a lotta lean (Ooh), pop a lotta pills (Brrt)
So you know I stay fucked up (Damn)
Don’t talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh)
Don’t stare at me, nuh-uh (Chyeah)
Don’t talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh)
Don’t stare at me, nuh-uh (Ooh)
Nuh-uh (Ooh), nuh-uh (Ooh)
Nuh-uh, nuh-uh (Chyeah)
Nuh-uh (Ooh), nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh

Gunna – Outstanding Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, man you know what I’m sayin’
Makers
Young Gunna, Gunna, you know what I’m sayin’, yeah
Run that back, Turbo

[Chorus]
When I made my first million (Million)
I ain’t panic (I ain’t panic)
I only drank out the seal
Now I’m done with Xannies (Done with Xannies)
I bought my mama a crib, I’m outstanding (I’m outstanding)
I’m pressin’ my cousin a pill (Pill)
‘Til he’s granite (‘Til he’s granite)
I bought her Sheneneh heels, I’m a Chanel bandit (Chanel bandit)
I still got vintage garments old as my granny (Old as my granny)
Got my interior almond and outside candy (And outside candy)
I put your bitch in Balmain because she pretty (Because she pretty)

[Verse 1]
Hey, hey, hey, freaky, I’m fuckin’ her face (In her face)
Her ass is not comin’ to waste (Comin’ to waste)
I’m not patient, I don’t wanna wait (Don’t wanna wait)
I eat gold, and I am what I ate (What I ate)
I fill up a Backwood with a eighth (A eighth)
Ain’t no shame that I hang with some snakes (Hang with some snakes)
Hey, hey, cashed out on a foreign today (Foreign today)
I hop in that ‘Rari and race (‘Rari and race)
I never get tired of the hate (Naw)
Climb up to the top like a gate (Yah)
You lil’ niggas copy and paste (Copy and paste)
Got gold like a bottle of Ace (of Ace)
A Coke Cola bottle her shape (A Coke Cola bottle)
Hey, I had a ball today (A ball today)
She drinkin’ Chardonnay (Chardonnay)
Went to court and didn’t have to debate (Debate)
Jewish lawyer that handle the case (Handle the case)
The codeine got a hell of a taste (A hell of a taste)
Put the penthouse in all of your states (All of your states)
Stack that money, that’s all I can say

[Chorus]
When I made my first million (Million)
I ain’t panic (I ain’t panic)
I only drank out the seal
Now I’m done with Xannies (Done with Xannies)
I bought my mama a crib, I’m outstanding (I’m outstanding)
I’m pressin’ my cousin a pill (Pill)
‘Til he’s granite (‘Til he’s granite)
I bought her Sheneneh heels, I’m a Chanel bandit (Chanel bandit)
I still got vintage garments old as my granny (Old as my granny)
Got my interior almond and outside candy (And outside candy)
I put your bitch in Balmain because she pretty (Because she pretty)

[Verse 2]
Hey, hey, fuck her whenever I want (Whenever I want)
I cash out, get whenever I want (Whenever I want)
Knock some fours on that cat like a donk
Fly the jet in the sky like a hawk (Like a hawk)
I geek up and I get in the zone (Geek up)
I put all them racks in a vault (In a vault)
Hey, hey, we rich and above the law (Above the law)
I made my brother a boss (Brother a boss)
And she keep that dick in her jaw (In her jaw)
Keep receipts to the shit that I bought (I bought)
Cuban link to my wrist when I floss (Floss)
Carats stuck in my teeth when I talk (Yeah)
You gon’ notice the C’s when I walk (The C’s when I walk)
Hey, this a pent, it is not a loft (Not a loft)
We got the Jeep, that is not a Trackhawk
If I put on white, then it’s gotta be Off (Gotta be Off)
She don’t say a word, but her body can talk
Sexy girl turnin’ me on
You wanna know what that Cartier cost? (Cost)
Put a Rolex on her arm

[Chorus]
When I made my first million (Million)
I ain’t panic (I ain’t panic)
I only drank out the seal
Now I’m done with Xannies (Done with Xannies)
I bought my mama a crib, I’m outstanding (I’m outstanding)
I’m pressin’ my cousin a pill (Pill)
‘Til he’s granite (‘Til he’s granite)
I bought her Sheneneh heels, I’m a Chanel bandit (Chanel bandit)
I still got vintage garments old as my granny (Old as my granny)
Got my interior almond and outside candy (And outside candy)
I put your bitch in Balmain because she pretty (Because she pretty)

Offset – Father of 4 Lyrics

[Intro: Big Rube]
Yeah, you already know what it is (Swerve)
It’s noisy off the set path
How can I make choices I’ve yet to discover we have?
Must need rehab
If you think you know me from the facets they show these folks to get money, I gotta laugh
How funny it is you don’t realize the skill lies in knowing within the truth there’s still lies
It’s called being civilized
But not to trivialize your belief in the semi-fictionalized
I am who you see
What you hear is part of me
But there’s so much more to me
So much more to be than just alive
A son, a brother, a husband, a father
But still can go even farther
Wish and will, can go harder
In that time, I went the hardest
More than this generic term “artist.”
A reality smith, you love my craftsmanship
Because I craft some shit to make my people proud
And so I speak aloud, but not loud enough yet
Or as loud as I can get
They think I ain’t a threat
But all preconceived notions, I’ve arrived
To Offset

[Chorus: Offset]
I was 17 years old when I had you (When I had you)
Tryna find my soul when I had you (When I had you)
I was oh so broke when I had you (When I had you)
Locked up down the road when I had you (When I had you)
Jordan, sorry I wasn’t there for all your birthdays
I tried to hit, I wasn’t rich, and had no workplace
My son Kody, he three, rappin’ already like me
Ridin’ in the car, you don’t play me, then he gon’ scream

[Verse 1: Offset]
Kalea, you my first, first daughter
I missed the first years of your life, I’m sorry
Tell the truth, I ain’t really know if I was your father
Tell the truth, I really don’t even know your mama
But I had to step up, my daddy had left us
Even though we gotta catch up, pray to God that he bless us
I’ma keep grindin’ for my kids, never gon’ let up
I’ma put the money up for y’all, I can’t be selfish
Had a baby as a kid, mama kicked me out
Had to go and hit a lick, tryna put food in your mouth
Then I got caught for the shit, in the pen when she pushed you out
Your mama tried to push me down, ain’t let me stay at the house

[Chorus: Offset]
I was 17 years old when I had you (When I had you)
Tryna find my soul when I had you (When I had you)
I was oh so broke when I had you (When I had you)
Locked up down the road when I had you (When I had you)
Jordan, sorry I wasn’t there for all your birthdays
I tried to hit, I wasn’t rich, and had no workplace
My son Kody, he three, rappin’ already like me
Ridin’ in the car, you don’t play me, then he gon’ scream

[Verse 2: Offset]
I’m a father of four, gotta get that cash, gold
Keep my past closed, ‘member I ain’t had no dough
Spend a big bag on clothes, Gucci from the head to toes
Not two, not three, all four, that’s all they know
Kulture, remind me of my grandma, feel like she is closer
Gotta thank your mama, she hold me like holsters
Gotta protect her from the world, I can’t even post her
Ups and downs in this fame, roller coaster
If I don’t ball, then everything ’round me fall
I’m prayin’ to God to watch my kids, that’s my all…

[Chorus: Offset]
I was 17 years old when I had you (When I had you)
Tryna find my soul when I had you (When I had you)
I was oh so broke when I had you (When I had you)
Locked up down the road when I had you (When I had you)
Jordan, sorry I wasn’t there for all your birthdays
I tried to hit, I wasn’t rich, and had no workplace
My son Kody, he three, rappin’ already like me
Ridin’ in the car, you don’t play me, then he gon’ scream

Offset – How Did I Get Here Lyrics

[Intro: Offset]
Uh, nobody, you know what I’m sayin’, nobody, nobody thought a nigga would be right here, though, you know
That shit make like, that shit make, that shit make a difference in me and you
You was supposed to be here, nigga
Nigga, I wasn’t ‘posed to be in this motherfucker
Man, you know what I’m sayin’
Give all the glory to God and hard work
But you niggas gotta respect this shit, you know what I’m sayin’
I’m straight from the…

[Chorus: Offset]
Where I’m at? (Where) Where I go? (How) How did I get here? (How did I get here?)
Walk around with a Smithfield (Smithfield)
I’m from the south, had a gold grill (Gold grill)
Remember doin’ shows in Mobile (Mobile)
Go against me and it’s roadkill (Roadkill)
Wakin’ up to see the sunrise (Sunrise)
I turned five, I got baptized (Baptized)
We was livin’ up in College Park (College Park)
Midnight, heard the gunfight (Gunfight)
Playin’ football at Forest Park (Forest Park)
Gresham Park where your moment get defined (Get defined)
The story of my life (The life)
Way before I ever wrote a rhyme (Way before)
Have you ever done time? (Time)
Lookin’ at my kids through the blinds (Blinds)
Confinement mind (Confinement)
How you feelin’ when you face a dime? (Time)
The truth be told (Told)
I’m supposed to be locked up and dead, cold (Cold)
In the mind of an old (He cold) white man, the black man soul

[Verse 1: Offset]
Felt like I was born on Mars (Mars), everybody starin’ too hard (Starin’)
They didn’t really think I was a star (They didn’t really)
Then I fucked around, beat the odds (Fucked around)
How did I get right here? (How did I?)
Neck, wrist on chandelier (Chandelier)
Made me wanna drop some tears (Tears)
Thankin’ God that I switched gears (Whooo)
I’m from another lightyear, I’m a Martian (Martian)
One-third of a human, just partial (One third)
I’m the Sergeant, the Captain, the Marshal (Serge)
I start to barf, it was too much potion
Too fast, everything in slow motion
I get the cash and my money keep grossin’ (Get the cash)
Popped a bottle, champagne, we toastin’
Suicide doors on the coupe when they open (Skrrt)
They didn’t believe in me (Nah)
Check the stats, number one, you see (You see)
I bet my haters can’t breathe
Nigga, don’t even compare to me (Nah)
Street niggas, we rare, unique (We rare)
We can fuck ’em by the pair, by the three (By the pair)
Chopper soundin’ like a snare in a beat (Like a snare)
I’m from the A, I love your ass, it’s a peach (Peach)
Where I’m from, niggas cash, don’t lease (Cash)
Where I’m from, the stick’s on the backseat (Stick sticks)
Where I’m from, police put you six feet
A lot of bums and they sleepin’ on the street (Bums)
Yeah, yeah, that’s at home (Yeah)
Nigga, go back to your fam’ where you dead wrong (Go back)
Miss my dawg, dead and gone (Miss him)
I can hear his voice telling me “Don’t go along” (Pistol)
Yeah, the money can’t fix that (Naw)
Dirty money, had to rinse that (Dirty money)
I try my hardest not to look back (I try)
Not too long ago I would’ve took that (Gimme that)
This for my niggas had to cook packs (Cook cook)
Million dollar trap fall ’cause of one rat (Rats)
Yeah, ain’t no comin’ back (Yeah)
How I made it out the jungle, yeah, without a scratch (Hey)

[Chorus: Offset]
Where I’m at? (Where) Where I go? (How) How did I get here? (How did I get here?)
Walk around with a Smithfield (Smithfield)
I’m from the south, had a gold grill (Gold grill)
Remember doin’ shows in Mobile (Mobile)
Go against me and it’s roadkill (Roadkill)
Wakin’ up to see the sunrise (Sunrise)
I turned five, I got baptized (Baptized)
We was livin’ up in College Park (College Park)
Midnight, heard the gunfight (Gunfight)
Playin’ football at Forest Park (Forest Park)
Gresham Park where your moment get defined (Get defined)
The story of my life (The life)
Way before I ever wrote a rhyme (Way before)
Have you ever done time? (Time)
Lookin’ at my kids through the blinds (Blinds)
Confinement mind (Confinement)
How you feelin’ when you face a dime? (Time)
The truth be told (Told)
I’m supposed to be locked up and dead, cold (Cold)
In the mind of an old (He cold) white man, the black man soul

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Baptized at First Baptist Church
The pastor name was Reverend Johnson (Okay)
Chastised his shirt and matchin’ shoes
But had to front, it never bothered him (Okay)
Hurt his pride but he swallowed it (Okay)
Dirt is all that he spotted
And in the dirty south where bodies pilin’ up
So high, they block the birds and rerouted ’em (Damn)
Plenty murderers had observers but
You never heard a peep out of them
So many funerals it ain’t enough numerals to keep count of them (Woah)
Look, I’m just settin’ the scene
Back when I stared at the phone as I’m lettin’ it ring
Another collector, they leave us a message
My mama in deficit, must intervene
I bust out the seams, I’m gettin’ too big for these britches now
I invest in the dream, I’m destined for green
I got superstar dick for these bitches now
I got superstar dick for these bitches now
And I think about that when I dig ’em out
(When I dig ’em out, when I dig ’em out)

[Chorus: Offset]
Where I’m at? (Where) Where I go? (How) How did I get here? (How did I get here?)
Walk around with a Smithfield (Smithfield)
I’m from the south, had a gold grill (Gold grill)
Remember doin’ shows in Mobile (Mobile)
Go against me and it’s roadkill (Roadkill)
Wakin’ up to see the sunrise (Sunrise)
I turned five, I got baptized (Baptized)
We was livin’ up in College Park (College Park)
Midnight, heard the gunfight (Gunfight)
Playin’ football at Forest Park (Forest Park)
Gresham Park where your moment get defined (Get defined)
The story of my life (The life)
Way before I ever wrote a rhyme (Way before)
Have you ever done time? (Time)
Lookin’ at my kids through the blinds (Blinds)
Confinement mind (Confinement)
How you feelin’ when you face a dime? (Time)
The truth be told (Told)
I’m supposed to be locked up and dead, cold (Cold)
In the mind of an old (He cold) white man, the black man soul

Gunna – 3 Headed Snake Lyrics

[Intro: Gunna]
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Shit, me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
I bought me a Benz, it came with a shank
I fuck on your friends, I fuck on your bae
Every time I pretend, it came with a bait (Uh-huh)
I was in a Royce, I was seeing space
‘Bouta fuck a bitch brain, my DM’s late
Bitch, you ain’t my sensei
You could use my nut to cleanse your face

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Bitch, drink my nut like E&J
I was fucked up bro, had to reinstate (Uh-huh)
Look and see I’m straight
We sexin’, we ain’t got a birthday cake (Uh-huh)
Gotta keep an AK
These niggas play games like arcade (Uh-huh)
Pull up in a Porsche
See you’re unloyal, had to part ways (Uh-huh)

[Verse 3: Young Thug & Gunna]
I drip on my dawg’s stage
I brought this shit down at the Barclays (Uh-huh)
I fucked her at Ross place
I ran it up, fillin’ my dawg’s safe (Uh-huh)
Cashed out on some dog, yay
You niggas was taught to follow the way (Uh-huh)
I blocked a thot today
Stop blowing up my number and stalkin’ my page (Uh-huh)
I got a thot, uh, I got a thot, hey
If I leave the spot, I go to the yacht, hey
New Gucci stocks, cover her twat, hey
Givenchy socks, dress up the spot, hey
Jeepers creepers, the gators got measles, shit
I fucked up the bank, bought a rose gold shank, yeah
No realer than this
Dunk with the assist, we hit us a lick (Lick)
Slime in that bitch
I went and got rich, my necklace glist’ (Yeah)
Two hundred a fist
One hundred my bitch, I’m real as it get (Uh huh)
Talkin’ that shit, I hope your kids still humped all your kids
They hit up my mans
They caught him down bad, I want some revenge
I ran up them M’s
Need cash in my bank or pull up in a Brinks

[Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
I don’t got no time to be late
I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
Hey, constantly dodging the grave
The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
Gotta keep the family straight
We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
I done ran up a whole mil’
I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
Got racks all inside the safe
If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

[Verse 4: Young Thug & Gunna]
Top off the Benz, the one with no space
It’s drivin’ itself, hit the gas and the brakes
I had her bent inside of the Wraith
The size, the tint, the curtain, the weight
I had to sprint all way to the end
I lost some old friends, couldn’t keep up the pace
Copped the new Lam’ and put it on land
These fuck niggas mad, I see it in they face
The jet that I’m on, its muzzle got Wraith
I’m dodging the rain and I’m dodging the hate
I don’t need a pass ’cause I’m not in school
You playin’, you gon’ be another cold case
My diamonds gon’ dance, they come and enhance
My dick in her hand, I bet it get ate
I spent sixty bands on one of my cases
The paperwork in, my co-D is safe
YSL, we the guys
We murder him and his tribe
I show you around like a spy
This city is mine ’til I die, ah
Patek the rock, ah
Soon up, we shoot at your spot, ah
Perfectly aim for the top, ah
Fuckin’ your ho ’til she tired, yeah
Yeah, just look at these rocks, uh
Lil’ mama got top, it’s wet as a mop, whoa
I creep in the spot
It’s knot knots on me on the way out
Got too many vibes
She feelin’ my brother, we swiggity-swap (Thugger)
Keep sendin’ him Dots
I’m gon’ free my cousin, I won’t let him rot
You sent me a dyke
I fucked her so good, I got her back right
It’s locked, and she got Suge jaws
But I never want the key to the heart, nah
She say my music art
And love it when I’m rappin’ with a guitar
We really came from the A
My shit flowin’, havin’ plenty of bars

[Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
I don’t got no time to be late
I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
Hey, constantly dodging the grave
The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
Gotta keep the family straight
We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
I done ran up a whole mil’
I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
Got racks all inside the safe
If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

[Outro: Gunna]
Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh (Aimin’ at a gate)
Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate (Aimin’ at a gate, mmh)
(Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate)

Lil Tracy – I got da juice i got da sauce Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, damn I feel like Soulja Boy with all this juice, man
I feel like a damn rockstar with all this sauce nigga, you feel me
[Chorus]
I got the sauce, I got the juice, yeah
Aye, I got the sauce, I got the juice, yuh
Look, I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (sauce), I got the sauce, I got the juice (juice)
[Verse]
You tryna’ fuck a bitch, I’m tryna’ get rich
Tryna’ upgrade my wrist
Tryna’ upgrade my wrist
Tryna’ upgrade my wrist
I stepped inside the room, niggas looking pissed
Smoking boof, smell like someone pissed
Why yo’ bitch acting like she need some dick, aye
Why yo’ bitch acting like she need some dick, aye
Yuh, she gon’ lick my bracelet, aye
Yuh, Shawty nasty doing tricks, aye (Ugh, aye)
Yuh, Now she telling her best friend, yeah
Aye, I’ma fuck her and her best friend, aye
[Chorus]
Got the sauce, I got the juice (juice), I got the sauce (sauce), I got the juice (juice), I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (juice)
Yeah, I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (sauce), I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (sauce), I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (juice)
[Verse]
I got the juice, I feel like OJ da juiceman
I’ma fuck a bitch I met off Instagram
Aye, niggas don’t like me wait til’ I get those bands, aye
Yuh, I’ma make my wrist match my rims, yuh
Look, I’ma make my wrist match my rims, yuh
Aye, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I want a stomach like Rick Ross (stomach like Rick Ross, yuh)
I wanna floss like Mike Jones
Candy paint wrist same color bubblegum, aye, yuh
Yuh, got the sauce, got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, bitch
[Outro]
Got the sauce, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, aye
Yuh, got the sauce, got the juice, got the sauce, got the juice, yuh, aye, yuh

Eric Bellinger – Innocent Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey yeah
Hey yeah
Hey yeah, ooh
Hey yeah
This gon’ be your, favorite song

[Verse 1]
Don’t know about these other hoes but my lil’ baby she innocent (Eazy)
My lil’ baby she innocent (Yeah)
My lil’ baby she innocent (Woo)
Them other girls ain’t even close, my lil’ baby she she killing ’em (Yeah)
My nigga I bet a billion (Sheesh)
Fuckbois she ain’t into them no
Yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Always believed it’d be this way (On God)
I stay on my shit all night, all day (You know it)
Plus me and you we ain’t the same

[Chorus]
Yeah I know you got a girl
A young girl, that don’t know what she want, no
But see me I got a woman (Woman)
And she innocent (Innocent)
‘Till we intimate, oh woah, oh oh
And she innocent
She ain’t worried ’bout no other niggas, she innocent (Yeah)
Everytime she say she at the crib, she innocent (Oh woah, oh)
I ain’t worried ’bout shit, it’s evident, she innocent
That’s my baby

[Verse 2]
(That my bae, that my heart)
I fell so hard, she [?] my fall
She drive with me, we been through it all
And when I’m looking in her eyes
I can tell she tell no lies, man I swear

[Pre-Chorus]
Always believed it’d be this way (On God)
I stay on my shit all night, all day (You know it)
Plus me and you we ain’t the same

[Chorus]
Yeah I know you got a girl (A young girl)
A young girl (yeah), that don’t know what she want, no
But see me I got a woman (Woman)
And she innocent (Innocent)
‘Till we intimate, oh woah, oh oh
And she innocent
She ain’t worried ’bout no other niggas, she innocent (Yeah)
Everytime she say she at the crib, she innocent (Oh woah, oh)
I ain’t worried ’bout shit, it’s evident, she innocent
That’s my baby

[Verse 3]
That’s my baby, that’s my lover
Long as I could breathe, she won’t need no other
That’s my baby and my baby’s mother
Innocent
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Innocent, ooh woah

[Outro]
Yeah
Slow it down
Just like that
It’s Eazy
YFS like that
[?]
[?]

Doja Cat – Tia Tamera Lyrics

[Intro: Doja Cat]
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah

[Chorus: Doja Cat]
Hair grow long like Chia
Money go long like Nia
I am the big idea
My twins big like Tia
My twins big like Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera
Hair grow long like Chia
Money go long like Nia
I am the big idea
My twins big like Tia
My twins big like Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera

[Verse 1: Doja Cat]
They said “Doja hit so sticky,” I said, “Thank you very much”
Bent the whole world over and said, “Spank you very much”
Cheese like pizzeria, have a seat bitch, please, Ikea
From the Westside like Maria, I’m hot like grits, Madea
Beat the pussy up call PETA, I rock the boat like Aaliyah (Ayy)
I rock a bob like Sia (Ayy), Doja on deck, bitch, re-up (Okay)
Thick in thigh, thick in the waist
Thick in the right motherfuckin’ places
Hits like Venus, Serena (Ayy)
He wanna eat up the caesar (Ayy)
Bonita, bonita, bonita (Ayy)
Baby girl needed the wiener (Ayy)
Dug in the guts and I skeet her (Ayy)
Arena, arena, arena (Hey)
I’m in the hall, Regina
I’m on the wall at Genius
I am the wiz, the teacher
Skinny legend like Wiz Khalifa (Woo)

[Chorus: Doja Cat & Rico Nasty]
Hair grow long like Chia
Money go long like Nia
I am the big idea
My twins big like Tia
My twins big like Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera
Hair grow long like Chia
Money go long like Nia
I am the big idea
My twins big like Tia
My twins big like Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera (Rico, uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera (Rico, uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera

[Verse 2: Rico Nasty]
They said, “Rico, you so nasty,” I said, “Thank you very much” (Yeah)
He just wanna eat me like some candy, but I’m not his buttercup
These hoes swear that they can’t stand me, but ain’t never pullin’ up (Um)
I just made a hundred K in two weeks, lil’ bitch, do you need me to pull it up? (Duh)
Big black trucks and we pullin’ up (Bitch)
She drank so much, now she throwin’ it up
But we don’t give a fuck, we still rollin’ it up
I got a lot of money, but a lot ain’t enough
Park where I want, they ain’t towin’ us (Bitch)
I-I make the jokes, you ain’t trollin’ us (Bitch)
My neck is on ice, you ain’t cold as us
And when we hop out, yeah, you know it’s us
My-my chopper sing like Sia (Sia)
Make a bitch sick, diarrhea (Ew)
Dressed in all black, grim reaper (Bitch)
Don’t act like you can’t see us (Yeah)
Ride-ridin’ in a foreign, no Prius
He keep callin’ my phone, Nokia
So I put the nigga on speaker
If you got a problem, better speak up

[Chorus: Doja Cat]
Hair grow long like Chia
Money go long like Nia
I am the big idea
My twins big like Tia
My twins big like Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera
Hair grow long like Chia
Money go long like Nia
I am the big idea
My twins big like Tia
My twins big like Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera

Lil Tracy – HALO Lyrics

[Chorus]
I promise I’ll ride for you till’ I die
I get paid every time I step outside
Money doesn’t make you happy I thought that was lie
Till’ I got big bucks, then my friends switched up
Woke up next to a girl I met at the club
Remember waking up to you and thinking you were the one
Hate all you want but please don’t touch
Say all you want I don’t give a fuck

[Verse]
I know life’s hard right about now
This world is meant to break you down
Live everyday like it’s my last
I get cash, I slap it on her ass
Bought that girl a skirt and then I bought that girl a bag
Skrt skrt skrt Tracy pulled up in a jag
Never had a job I got more money than your dad
I could buy my bitch a ass
But she don’t need that
How does my heart beat through this pain
I fell in love with money and diamond rings
I’m a demon with a halo, No sleep and I’m stacking my bankroll
I’m a demon with a halo, No sleep and I’m stacking my bankroll
I’m a demon with a halo, No sleep and I’m stacking my bankroll

[Chorus]
I promise I’ll ride, for you till’ I die
I get paid every time, I step outside
Money doesn’t make you happy I thought that was lie
Till’ I got big bucks, then my friends switched up
Woke up next to a girl I met at the club
Remember waking up to you and thinking you were the one
Hate all you want but please don’t touch
Say all you want I don’t give a fuck

Ace Hood – Count On Lyrics

[Intro]
Made up my mind a way long time ago
Sure you wrong
Yeah, sure you wrong
The way I’m tryna go
Made up my mind and made some-yeah

[Chorus]
Made up up my mind and made some changes a long time ago (Woo)
Everyday I wake I’m takin’ steps the way I’m tryna go (Woo)
I told my girl let’s take a break and have some time alone (Some time alone)
I mix the ganja with the Hen, I’m tryna find the zone (To find the zone)
Lets get that hate up out’cho heart or you may die alone
You put some real ones in your circle that won’t tell you wrong
And when we down in the fourth, I’m who they countin’ on (Who they countin’ on)
It’s a breath of fresh air, I’m who they waitin’ on (They waitin’ on)

[Verse 1]
Do you love me or you love me not? (Love me not)
Tippy-toein’, I prefer he keep it G from jump (Uh huh)
Fuck a foreign, shit get borin’ what they speakin’ ’bout
Unlucky people I keep distant, they gon’ leech a lot
Don’t gain no world, but lose your soul but ain’t gon’ preach about it
See I’m the shit, they try to box me like a Porta Potty (Uh uhh)
I’m in that drive, I got this drip, the shit here mesmerizin’
I got that girl that’s in my dreams, it ain’t no fantasizin’
She talkin’ dirty on my line, I’m tryna vandalize it
She say I’m sexy and her panties wet, she think about it
She hit my line ’cause she’s surprised about that bank deposit (Bank deposit, that bank deposit)

[Chorus]
Made up up my mind and made some changes a long time ago (Woo)
Everyday I wake I’m takin’ steps the way I’m tryna go (Woo)
I told my girl let’s take a break and have some time alone (Some time alone)
I mix the ganja with the Hen, I’m tryna find the zone (To find the zone)
Lets get that hate up out’cho heart or you may die alone
You put some real ones in your circle that won’t tell you wrong
And when we down in the fourth, I’m who they countin’ on (Who they countin’ on)
It’s a breath of fresh air, I’m who they waitin’ on (They waitin’ on)

[Verse 2]
I go up and I go wait, no one’s safe up in this bitch bitch
Hit that J then I escape to different place that don’t exist
In my mind I write these lines, I’m exercising my lil’ gift
We may rock and we tilt, ain’t no sinkin’ on this ship
We got favor on our life
I got coolers with that ice
I ain’t budgin’ on my price
I can’t buy into that hype
We go wrong then we get right
You don’t give, then they get tight
You ain’t real, you ain’t there
I’m in that field every night
Get my girl, ’cause that my dawg, in them walls all night
Call my lawyer in the mornin’, bought them bags, alright
Hit the gym and I refocus, I got love and I got life
Do my best to keep my word, I did my work to get these stripes

[Chorus]
Made up up my mind and made some changes a long time ago (Woo)
Everyday I wake I’m takin’ steps the way I’m tryna go (Woo)
I told my girl let’s take a break and have some time alone (Some time alone)
I mix the ganja with the Hen, I’m tryna find the zone (To find the zone)
Lets get that hate up out’cho heart or you may die alone
You put some real ones in your circle that won’t tell you wrong
And when we down in the fourth, I’m who they countin’ on (Who they countin’ on)
It’s a breath of fresh air, I’m who they waitin’ on (They waitin’ on)

[Outro]
Who they waitin’ on
I’m on who they waitin’ on
Who they waitin’ on
Yeah, I’m who they waitin on
Nation, that’s who they waitin’ on
[?], that’s who they waitin’ on
Be patient, yeah, you keep patient, holmes
The nation, that’s what they waitin’ on

Eleni Foureira – Triumph Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Young and old, gather ‘round
Have you ever my latest sound ?
This one’s bringing down the house
Down, down, down the house
Girls and queens and in betweens
In mini skirt, skinny jeans
If you’re with me let me hear you scream
Scream, scream like a queen

[Pre-Chorus]
We’re turning off our telephone
‘Cause we can party all night long
And no, no one can tell us no
We’ll do what we want
We’ll play this game in our own way
And treat life like a holiday
Show the world we’re here to stay
Keep going strong

[Chorus]
This one’s for all my girls, ladies who run the world
You know what you deserve
Together we’ll triumph
This one’s for all my girls, ladies who run the world
You know what you deserve
Together we’ll triumph

[Post-Chorus]
Together we’ll triumph
We’re turning off our telephone
‘Cause we can party all night long
And we’re about to steal the show
We triumph
We live like we’re on holiday
It ain’t your problem anyway
And all the girls can ride the plane
We triumph

[Verse 2]
This is it, now’s the time
Time for them to see us shine
We’re about to cross the line
Cross, cross, cross the line
You beauty queens from silver screens
Cover girls from magazines
Let’s fulfill our wildest dreams
Wil-wil-wildest dreams

[Pre-Chorus]
Show the goddess underneath
Wear your heart up on your sleeve
We might go down in history
As we shake down this town
Let’s be who we were meant to be
Get our R-E-S-P-E-C-T
And if you feel the same as me
Then sing it out loud

[Chorus]
This one’s for all my girls, ladies who run the world
You know what you deserve
Together we’ll triumph
This one’s for all my girls, ladies who run the world
You know what you deserve
Together we’ll triumph

[Post-Chorus]
Together we’ll triumph
We’re turning off our telephone
‘Cause we can party all night long
And we’re about to steal the show
We triumph
We live like we’re on holiday
It ain’t your problem anyway
And all the girls can ride the plane
We triumph
Together we’ll triumph

Young M.A – Thotiana (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro]
Red life baby
Suu whoop

[Verse 1]
I keep a bad bitch not a catfish (okay)
My last bitch, left her in the past tense (okay)
Thotiana, real name Tatiana (okay)
Body like Rihanna but she not Rihanna (no way)
I make the pussy wet she need a mopi-ana (oooh)
When she bust down make her butt sound like a Glock-iana
She love it when I eat the boxi-iana (oooh)
Make her body jerk, legs lock-iana (oooh)
I beat the pussy then I beat the block-iana (beat it)
‘Cause bitch I gotta get back to the guap-iana (beat it)
She my trap queen call her Trapiana (oooh)
And we strap-iana never like the honor
I hit her from the back she got the fatty on her (oooh)
She can turn a bad day into a happy hour (ayy)
And she got that coochie oochie wallie wallie (ayy)
And my shmoney dance then I catch her body (shmoney)
Me you and Hennessy do not try me (try me)
I just wanna put my face in that punani (brrr)
We don’t love Headphanie we don’t love no thotties (nope)
She put my name on it she my walking ID (oooh)
Kill the kitty now she a walking zombie (okay)
Make the pussy drip drip drip drip like a IV

OOOUUU Thotiana half-savage half-primadonna (ahh)
I don’t want the check if I don’t see a comma (no-no)
When I see her pussy I see the Bahamas
You wanna cry in a Bentley you’ll cry in Honda
You want the steak and lobster or you want McDonald’s
Bitch make a choice ’cause it’s either either
She said she sticking with a nigga like Benihanas (yeah)
Paparazzi taking pictures of us
A nigga said she should’ve duck quicker Lori-ana (Ooooh I see you baby)
I told her put the hoodie on I was tryna hide her
Homie tricking on her I just bought her flowers (facts)
Before I buy a bitch I need to know her mileage
50K or more she a thotiana (yeah she a thot)
And every nigga drive her, no, no, no that’s a nada (no no)
We ain’t buying Gucci, we ain’t buying Prada (no no)
Let’s get it!
It’s MA, it’s Red Life baby
OOOUUU

Eric Bellinger – No Games Lyrics

[Intro: Eric Bellinger]
Playa–
This that true shit, yeah
Playa-playa shit only
Oh-oh, yeah
It’s Eazy!
Hol’ up

[Verse 1: Eric Bellinger]
You say you love me (You do)
But you quick to end shit, yeah
I don’t pretend, nah
True ’till my end, so
Keep it one thousand (Keep it a stack with me)
And I’ll always be honest
Girl, if my phone is out of reach, I’ll call you just to tell you
Don’t need your location, I’m not here to trail you

[Pre-Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
Wave caps and A tracks, kicking game since way back (Way back)
Rather be by myself (For real)

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
No games (No games, no)
Baby, no games (No games, no)
No games (No games)
‘Cause I don’t play
I need all or nothing
Ain’t no if’s, and’s, but’s, when’s
I’ll shut ’em down (Down)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
When they hit my phone, they could leave it at the tone (They could leave)
I’m leaving, I’m alone (They could leave)
I leave ’em all alone (They could leave it, yeah)
When they hit my phone, they could leave it at the tone (They could leave)
I’m leaving, I’m alone (They could leave)
I leave ’em all alone (Oh no)

[Verse 2: Brittany B]
Push my buttons (Yeah)
Quick way to finish up
I got a [?]
Don’t won’t let you end us
‘Cause you got my end (Got my own cash)
So money can’t buy me, yeah
And if you’re loving kinda weak, damn right, I’m gonna tell you
Roses really smell like bullshit, I can smell you

[Pre-Chorus: Brittany B]
Wave caps and A tracks, kicking game since way back
Rather be by myself (Oh-woah-oh–oh-woah)

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
No games (No games, no)
No games (No games, no)
No games (No games)
‘Cause I don’t play
I need all or nothing
Ain’t no if’s, and’s, but’s, when’s
I’ll shut it down (Watch me shut ’em down, oh)

[Post-Chorus: Eric Bellinger w/ Brittany B]
When they hit my phone, they could leave it at the tone (They could leave)
I’m leaving, I’m alone (They could leave)
I leave ’em all alone (They could leave it, yeah)
When they hit my phone, they could leave it at the tone (They could leave)
I’m leaving, I’m alone (They could leave)
I leave ’em all alone (Oh no)

Young Thug – Terrorist Lyrics

[Intro]
Lil Jamez
Times Thugger
Times Pablo, Esocobar
Udigg? (Wheezy beats) Hey!

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Jamez]
They done brought the [?] out
Bring the tools out
911, bring the tools out
Brrr, brrr, brrr, bring the tools out
Bitches running, chase like cars when we pull out
Me and [?] fucked some twins and we ain’t pull out
You ain’t no killer lil nigga, take the good route
I’m in the slums goin’ dumb, I brought the hood out

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
My bitch just say she love me but I do the most
I got these bitches on a jet
They goin’ from coast to coast
I do my thing, I drink my Ac’
I drink it by the dose
I lean until I fall asleep and I done wrecked the Ghost
I’ma make all this shit worth, yeah
[?], yeah
I got family that need, yeah, yeah
My momma want all new teeth, yeah
Step up to the line, I bet I could D, yeah
[?], yeah
I done stumbled upon lots of millions
Told the bitch to park and I can be there
Fuck court, fuck an FTA
I’m sharper than a bitch
[?]
I got Bob Marley in my brief case
She suck the dick and she can’t breathe, aye
[?] to the DJ
I’m flying private, I don’t know Delta
And a hundred racks in the brief case

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Jamez]
They done brought the [?] out
Bring the tools out
911, bring the tools out
Brrr, brrr, brrr, bring the tools out
Bitches running, chase like cars when we pull out
Me and [?] fucked some twins and we ain’t pull out
You ain’t no killer lil nigga, take the good route
I’m in the slums goin’ dumb, I brought the hood out

[Verse 2: Lil Jamez]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I be in the hood, I can’t stop the flexing
Aye, I be with some killers, ain’t no fuckin’ yes men
Aye, when I hit the hood just know I got my best friends
Hold up, Thugger, what that is?
That’s my Smith & Wesson
Boy I go dumb in the city, honestly running the city
Boy I got weed, I got bitches
It’s [?] the city
Lost so many homies, I’m numb to the city
Ain’t no flexing, I got killers and some drummers with me
I had some friends, I shook ’em off
They weren’t 100 with me
Lil bitch, you ain’t my bitch, keep it 100 with me
Audemar rose gold cost me 150
Tag his toe [?] hit him with 150
And your diamonds looking fu’, my shit is looking pissy

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Jamez]
They done brought the [?] out
Bring the tools out
911, bring the tools out
Brrr, brrr, brrr, bring the tools out
Bitches running, chase like cars when we pull out
Me and [?] fucked some twins and we ain’t pull out
You ain’t no killer lil nigga, take the good route
I’m in the slums goin’ dumb, I brought the hood out

[Verse 3: Hoodrich]

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Jamez]
They done brought the [?] out
Bring the tools out
911, bring the tools out
Brrr, brrr, brrr, bring the tools out
Bitches running, chase like cars when we pull out
Me and [?] fucked some twins and we ain’t pull out
You ain’t no killer lil nigga, take the good route
I’m in the slums goin’ dumb, I brought the hood out

Lil Reese – Circle Tight Lyrics

[Intro]
Drama time

[Chorus]
Gotta keep this circle tight (circle tight, tight)
Watch out, niggas, gon’ hate (gon’ hate)
Can’t believe you turned fate (turned fate)
But why I put my trust up in a nigga, when he gon’ switch lanes (ew)
My brothers love them gun thangs (gun thangs, brrrah!)
Stay at it ’til it’s your time to send, that’s what they told me (that’s what they told me)
That’s what they told me (that’s what they told me), they never sold me (they never sold me)
That soft shit, I weep that, yeah, nigga, I peaked then (I peaked then, I peaked then)

[Verse]
Ain’t singin’ songs, I ain’t sayin’ shit, I pull up in the stain, bitch
Fuck around, pull a mean hit, fuck around, get you and your whole team hit
All my niggas with me on that same shit, my niggas, we on that gang shit (gang)
And if you ain’t on the same shit, nigga, get tired of sayin’ it
Rock out with the niggas I came with, whole lotta Glocks in this bitch, we bang shit (bang shit)
You get chains quick, tryna get a milli, I need it, bitch
Now, I do this and tryna get clout (clout)
That’s the easiest way to get to G.O.A.T (goat)
Kept his ass, put that pole up in his mouth (in his mouth?)
I’m like, “fuck nigga, what’s that sneezing shit about?” (what’s this about?)
This niggas want me, damn, they don’t like to run they mouth (they mouth)
These niggas want me, they grew up in my momma’s house (momma house)

[Chorus]
Gotta keep this circle tight (circle tight, tight)
Watch out, niggas, gon’ hate (gon’ hate)
Can’t believe you turned fate (turned fate)
But why I put my trust up in a nigga, when he gon’ switch lanes (ew)
My brothers love them gun thangs (gun thangs, brrrah!)
Stay at it ’til it’s your time to send, that’s what they told me (that’s what they told me)
That’s what they told me (that’s what they told me), they never sold me (they never sold me)
That soft shit, I weep that, yeah, nigga, I peaked then (I peaked then, I peaked then)

MadeinTYO – TAKE ME BACK ON THE HIGHWAY Lyrics

[Intro]
Take me back
Take me back on the highway
3000 goin’ [?]
You’re my queen, you excite me
I’m your king, in a driveway
Know I’m always trippin’, and you’re always there for me
You’re always tripping, but I’m always on the [?]
I’m always on the road now

[Chorus]
Take me back on the highway
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, okay
I’m gone all day but I’ll be right back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back on the highway
Take me back, take me back on the highway
Take me back, take me back
Take me back on the highway

[Bridge]
Tell me, am I wrong am I [?]?
Don’t trat me like no [?]
[?] switch positions

[Chorus]
Take me back on the highway
You’re my queen, you excite me
3000 goin’ [?]
Take me back, take me back
Take me back on the highway
Take me back on the highway
Take me back, take me back
Take me back on the highway
Take me back on the highway

Young Chop – Together Lyrics

[Chorus]
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together

Let’s run it up, we getting money today
We pulling up, either a Bentley or Wraith
Niggas be hiding, they don’t wanna see my face
Got mob ties, I pay a killer to [?]
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together

[Verse]
Is you serious
I got the bag and I get the bag bitch is you curious
I had to go run up a sack nigga yeah I’m serious
Yeah I done found my swag yes these niggas be stealing it
I done did so much drugs yes I’m going numb to the shit
Shoot a fuck nigga in his face, I don’t remember what happened
Niggas be switching sides that shit be killling me
I’m in it for the [?] bitches you gon [?] with me
All bullshit to the side bitch is you gon die for me
Coz we get that money today
Get out my motherfucking face
I got the Glock on my waist
Gucci shades on gotta block out the hate
Niggas be bitches got feminine ways
Put a fuck nigga right in his place
That’s how I feel today
I’m chasing that bag
I’m back in the race

[Chorus]
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together

Let’s run it up, we getting money today
We pulling up, either a Bentley or Wraith
Niggas be hiding, they don’t wanna see my face
Got mob ties, I pay a killer to [?]
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together

Lil Tracy – I Could Fuck All My Exes Lyrics

Yeah
Yuh, yuh

I could fuck all of my exes, yuh
I could fuck all of their best friends
I can fuck all of my exes
I can fuck all of their best friends
Niggas jealous on my necklace
Tryna message all my exes
I’m just tryna get a Lexus
So I’m flexin’ n’ finessin’
Flexin’ n’ finessin’, yah
I can fuck all of my exes

My main bitch too precious
Lil mama, ain’t dressin’
I’m leavin’ my pants, yuh
Pants ’em from Paris, yuh
Girl [?] she’s parents
She said she like what I’m wearin’
Used to be a little nigga, yuh
Tracy got a lot bigger, yuh
Fuck niggas, I switched up, ay
Don’t be mad, if I don’t pick up, yeah

I’m prolly on the road, yeah
You’re prolly a hoe, yeah
I’m choosin’ all my hoe, ay
I’m choosin’ all my old hoe

I can fuck all of my exes, yuh
I could fuck all of their best friends
But I learned my lesson
My new bitch Cinderella
Think she forbidden as rella
You smoking girls more better, yuh
Glocks in the [?]
Niggas think they clever

I can fuck all of my exes
I can all of their best friends
Niggas jealous on my necklace
Tryna message all my exes
I’m just tryna get a Lexus
So I’m flexin’ n’ finessin’
Tryna pull up in a Lexus, yuh
That’s why you know that I’m flexin’
Black in the day you was flexin’, ay
Now I’m ignoring your texts, yah
If I bring to this mansion
Girl will be your ex bitch, yah
I could fuck all of my exes, yuh
But I live in the present, yuh

Sevyn Streeter – I Owe You Lyrics

[Intro: Sevyn Streeter]
I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I
I-I
I
I owe you
I owe you
I owe you
I owe you
I owe you
I owe you

[Verse 1: Sevyn Streeter]
I was so closed off the from world, I wasn’t worried
You came and changed my world around
Changed my world around
And I was so over everybody steady takin’ advantage of my kindness
Takin’ it for weakness

[Chorus: Sevyn Streeter]
All I wanna say is, “I owe you”
I owe you
I owe you
Baby, I owe you
And all I wanna say is, “I owe you”
I owe you
I owe you

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
I
The way you throw it, girl, you know that you my favorite
Wake up on her naked, cookin’ bacon
Give you everything, a little extra room
Flexin’ all that ass, you know it’s extra swole
Throw it back like-throw it back like retro
Runnin’ back, I run it back to the end zone
You treat a nigga good
I don’t think that I would ever let go
I might give you head more than your headphones
Turned that-turned that pussy like the fed phone
Ain’t no game we play right now-gon’ play right now
Wish M.I.A would sing right now-she sing right now

[Chorus: Sevyn Streeter & Jeremih]
And all I wanna say is, “I owe you”
I owe you, yeah
I owe you
Baby, I owe you
I owe you
And all I wanna say is, “I owe you”
I owe you
I owe you
I owe you

Bob Marley & the Wailers – Rat Race (Live) Lyrics

(Oh, what a rat race)
(Oh, what a rat race)
(Oh, what a rat race)
(This is the rat race….rat race)

Some a-lawful
Soma a-bastard
Some a-jacket
Oh, what a rat race
Rat race

Some a-gorgon
Some a-hooligan
Some a-guinea-gog
In this here rat race, yeah
Rat race
I’m saying

When the cat’s away
The mice will play
Political violence fill your cities, yeah
Don’t involve rasta in your say-say
I’m saying, rasta don’t work for no C.I.A

Rat race
Rat race
Rat race, yeah
Rat race
I’m saying

When you think it’s peace and safety
A sudden destruction
Collective security, for surety, yeah
Don’t forget your history
Or your destiny
In the abundance of water, the fool is thirsty

Rat race
Rat race
Rat race
Rat race
Oh, it’s a disgrace
To see the human race
In a rat race
Rat race
You got the horse race
You got the dog race
You got the human race
But, this is a rat race
Rat race

Some a chicken
Some a scratch it
Some a bunch it
Some a bastard
In this here rat race
Rat race

Jason Derulo – Holler Holler Lyrics

[Intro]
[?]
Keep it funky for ya

[Verse 1]
Lolli-lolli, pop-pop, [?]
Tell me what you want, I provide
[?] bounce bounce, fellas goin’ down, down
When we let our bodies collide

[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, we can do what you wanna do
Nothing but CÎROC up in this Jacuzz
[?], paint you in the Louvre
Come and tell [?] how to fuck a you

[Chorus]
Louvre
Rumblin’, rumblin’, rumblin’
And the ceiling
Crumblin’, crumblin’, crumblin’
And the furniture
Tumblin’, tumblin’, trumblin’
Let me hear ya, oh-oh
And the beat goes
Rumblin’, rumblin’, rumblin’
The ceiling
Crumblin’, crumblin’, crumblin’
And the furniture
Tumblin’, tumblin’, trumblin’
Let me hear ya, oh-oh
Holler, holler, holler (Ooh)
Holler, holler, holler
Yo, keep it funky for ya

[Verse 2]
Put it all on tape, tape
I’mma cut the cake, cake
You gonna blow my candle tonight
[?], but it on that [?]

[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, we can do what you wanna do
Nothing but CÎROC up in this Jacuzz
[?], paint you in the Louvre
Come and tell [?] how to fuck a you

[Chorus]
Rumblin’, rumblin’, rumblin’
And the ceiling
Crumblin’, crumblin’, crumblin’
And the furniture
Tumblin’, tumblin’, trumblin’
Let me hear ya, oh-oh
And the beat goes
Rumblin’, rumblin’, rumblin’
The ceiling
Crumblin’, crumblin’, crumblin’
And the furniture
Tumblin’, tumblin’, trumblin’
Let me hear ya sing, oh-oh
Holler, holler, holler (Ooh)
Holler, holler, holler
Yo, keep it funky for ya

[Bridge]
When it gets sticky, we pull em away
But we done drinkin’, we makin’ a mess
When they start askin’, [?] stress
I’m like na na na na na na na na
When it gets sticky, we pull em away
But we done drinkin’, we makin’ a mess
When they start askin’, [?] stress
I’m like na na na na na na na na (Ooh baby)

[Chorus]
Rumblin’, rumblin’, rumblin’
And the ceiling
Crumblin’, crumblin’, crumblin’
And the furniture
Tumblin’, tumblin’, trumblin’
Let me hear ya, oh-oh
And the beat goes
Rumblin’, rumblin’, rumblin’
The ceiling
Crumblin’, crumblin’, crumblin’
And the furniture
Tumblin’, tumblin’, trumblin’
Let me hear ya sing, oh-oh
Holler, holler, holler (No)
(Holler, holler, holler) Holler, holler, holler
I like that, I like that
Holler, holler, holler (Turn up)

[Outro]
Holler at me, baby, holler at me, baby
Holler at me, baby, holler at me, baby
Holler at me, baby, holler at me, baby
Holler, holler, holler (Holler, holler, holler)
Holler, holler, holler (Holler, holler, holler)

Tory Lanez – Hate Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro]
‘Bout 2AM, get it in
Yeah, ugh, Torymix
I’m in my zone bitch
Torymix, ahh
I don’t even use auto-tune, that’s the funny thing, yeah

[Verse]
Look, nigga I’m ballin’, bitches, Spalding
This is the flyest nigga spittin’
With the widest bitches
You ain’t ever a nigga have all of this shit
I got no stress, your chick, no chest
I make cheese in the process
She watch, Rolex, ugh
Um, I’ma get-get money
All you hater niggas better get-get from me
I could take all of your bitches with this money
I’ma killer, I’ma sadistic with this honey
Yeah, cool [?] from the south
Y’all trash nigga, Oscar the grouch
I could take your skeeze, put her on her knees
Stand on a stool then pull drop in her mouth
Say your girl wack, I’m an asshole
What can I say? I’ma Mac, no Apple
River money, you can call a nigga cash flow
I be slammin’ on your girl, no backbone
Uh-uh and my gang so tight
Nigga lames, need shades, so bright
Lately I’m gettin’ paid so right
Swallow the balls, give her brains all night
Uh-um, you can run inside your city
I’m on but I’m not Drake
Get the [?] outta my face
With that little brother shit
I am who she [?] with tonight, and it’s bedtime
I will never stop, I don’t see any red light
Wait, wait, let me catch the beat back
Y’all ain’t gotta look inside [?] to see tracks
Y’all ain’t need an MCD to relapse
[?] already won, I’ma do my relapse
Sleepin’ on haters, I gotta relax
I ain’t give a [?] what you thought ’bout me back
When I was nothin’
If I ain’t high then I bust somethin’, oh wait
Wait, lemme let this bitch breath

[Outro]
I’m done with this shit
I freestyle better than your writtens
All your shit’s bitten
And if you talk shit I’ma hit you with that Smith and
Tray what up?
Mixtape comin’ out in like a month or so
And this is nothin’, I eat up these beats
Easily, I mean easily
Niggas ain’t seen me, yeah

Pentatonix – The Sound of Silence Lyrics

[Verse 1: Scott Hoying]
Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains
Within the sound of silence

[Verse 2: Mitch Grassi]
In restless streams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
Beneath the halo of a streetlamp
I turn my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

[Verse 3: Matt Sallee]
And in the naked light I saw
10,000 people maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare disturb the sound of silence
Of silence
Of silence

[Verse 4: Kirstin Maldonado]
“Fools,” said I, “You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

[Verse 5: Scott Hoying & All]
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said:
“The words of the prophets are
Written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence”

Montana of 300 – Envy Me (Remix) Lyrics

[Verse]
Rap God, bitch they envy me (Woo, woo)
I’m way up out these rappers league (Woo, woo)
They say I’m just what Hip-Hop need (True, true)
Punchlines hittin’ harder than Creed
Who fuckin’ with me nigga, no one ask Alicia Keys
Play games, pull up like Need for Speed (Skrrt)
You’ll see this center shoot, Joel Embiid (Bop)
I’ll put you underground like planting seeds
If I ain’t with the gang, I’m still with my gun, bitch what was you thinking?
Don’t care if I’m out of the game and watching my son, my nigga I’m squeezing, yeah
Since I was a youngin’ I knew I was it before I put my feet in
Everything that I’m seeing, I already seen it ’cause I used to dream it, yeah
Moving weight like a Kingpin, 25 in my wheat Timbs
Stick on me like hockey ’cause I had some goals that I had to defend, yeah
If you really a shooter, why talk on computers, my nigga let’s link then
They say they want beef then when I pull up on ’em they vegan
He better chill, he don’t wanna get left, I ain’t [?], I’m creepin’
I will come while you sleepin’, you don’t want me to sneak in
I’m smackin’ a opp with the back of a Glock and I’m knockin’ his teeth in
Talking bout he was tweakin’, talking bout he ain’t mean it
Guess he thought it was sweet then, now he see I don’t pretend
Yeah I took his soul, he got offed like the weekend
Used to live in a crack house, I felt like I was strapped down
The rock versus my OG, she went through more matches than SmackDown
Had to fight through the pain and fight through the rain but I never tapped out
Found myself in a trap house, started moving them packs out
I ain’t no capper but I had that bitch open just like a frat house
Since it looked like the fast route, I thought I had it all mapped out
This game is a gamble, seen too many niggas that crapped out
I ran into 12, had to fight a few cases, thought it was my last round
Better go check my background, I still can’t put the gat down
Had to bury some niggas, they homies that’s living know just how I got down, yeah
Just ’cause I’m a dad now, don’t think I won’t come blow your ass down
I don’t care what you stand for, 40 blam, you get sat down
If a bitch nigga act wild, put that 40 to him like Stackhouse
Apologies to my mother and father ’cause I was a bad child
But both of ’em could brag now, I’m an entrepreneur and I rap now
I be poppin’ them tags now, my pockets was empty, they fat now
I’m Saint Nick with the bag now, bitches wanna sit on my lap now
Bitches see I’m a big dog, wanna give me that cat now
Got so much green on me they think I’m the Hulk, yeah they want me to smash now
They be searching my name up, they feeling me just like a pat down
The best rapper alive, it should be a crime the way that I spaz out
And bitch I’m so hot if God send me to hell then the Devil gon’ pass out, ay
Coming with them clips when I trail a nigga, you don’t really wanna get a sneak peek
Got the Smith & Wesson out here teaching lessons, that bitch talking to ’em like it teach speech
Lettin’ Glocks off, knockin’ socks off, had to air him out like his feet stink
Put him under ground, call it deep sleep, his homies straighten up like a neat freak
I got big bucks, she wanna get fucked ’cause my money taller than the Greek Freak
Before drill music I was 300, ain’t got shit with dude Chief Keef
I am so goat, flow so dope, so potent, I could make the beat weak
Rappers study me ’cause I got all the answers, when I write it’s like I got a cheat sheet
Rap God bless you like you just sneezed
I think you niggas know by now I do this shit with ease
Man, everything I ever made a fuckin’ masterpiece
I’m independent not like Young Dolph, but like Master P
Might drop a bag up on my baby, that shit ain’t a thing
You know I like my bitches fancy like I’m Jamie King
From 2822, my hood was the PC’s
I was a juvenile bumpin’ that 400 Degreez
Real killer talking, watch me rub it in like Vaseline
I had to jet after I gave him the whole magazine
Don’t doubt the God, don’t doubt the squad, shout out to FGE
That’s WunTayk, T-O-3, J Real, Jayln, and No Fatigue, yeah

[Outro]
Rap God, FGE shit, you already know what it is
New album on the way, May 20th
Views from the General’s Helmet
Man get ready, man, FGE shit, man, squad

Sydney Renae – So, We Done? Lyrics

Verse 1:
I’m not tryna do this no more we’ve outgrown each other
We got time, putting all the years we’ve known each other
Even with this time all we did was wrong each other
Till we got it to the point that we no longer want each other
I did bad shit and you did bad too
You say you love me but it’s clear I never had you
Bringing up my past but you had a past
Say you never cheated but I wouldn’t put it pass you
How could you look at me and tell me that it’s over
Couldn’t see everything that was wrong with us till we got older
You was there for me so I was leanin’ on your shoulder
Fuck what anybody told ya ’cause to me you was my soldier

Hook:
Are we done? Are we done?
We texting back and forth, we don’t know what we want
Should I reply or should I just leave it alone
Last thing I saw to pop up on my phone, said

Chorus:
“So, are we done?” Yeah yeah
So, are we done? Yeah yeah
So, are we done? Yeah yeah
So, are we done? so, are we done?
So, are we done? Yeah yeah
So, are we done? Yeah yeah
So, are we done? Yeah yeah
So, are we done? So, are we done?
So, are we done?

Verse 2:
Had me feel like I was beggin’ you
So in love you had me doin’ things that I would never do
It’s gon’ be hard for me to learn how to trust again
I’m hopin’ that it don’t work out witchu and what’s her name
See that’s why we never made it
I was doin’ things and you just ain’t appreciate it
Really skeptical at first, that’s what I was afraid of
Nothin’ we could do just as long as I stayed prayed up
You talk about complaining and you was the main one
When it comes to relationships you ain’t wanna stay in one
I ain’t had nobody with me, thought that you was ridin’ with me
You were supposed to be my day one

Hook:
Are we done? Are we done?
We texting back and forth, we don’t know what we want
Should I reply or should I just leave it alone
Last thing I saw to pop up on my phone, said

Chorus:
“So, are we done?” Yeah yeah
So, are we done? Yeah yeah
So, are we done? Yeah yeah
So, are we done? so, are we done?
So, are we done? Yeah yeah
So, are we done? Yeah yeah
So, are we done? Yeah yeah
So, are we done? So, are we done?
So, are we done?

Chris Travis – She Wanna Smoke Lyrics

Hey

[Hook]
Brought her to my spot
She don’t wanna do nothin’ but smoke
Baby take it slow, ain’t nobody gotta know
Livin’ in the trap, trap, trap on the low
So why don’t you be my son [?]

[Verse 1]
I don’t want your promo
Baby bounce up on my dick like a pogo
Different color diamonds lookin’ rainbow
Simon says you rappers fucked the same hoe
[?]
I don’t want no pussy I need bankrolls
These bitches be so lazy just join BangBros
Fuck bitch can’t not play me, know how the game go
Sometimes they have rabies [?]
Keep em up [?]
Where the fuck my chain go?
Thank god that I don’t need those
Told her bounce that ass up on my dick, slow-mo
Told her ride it fast, it’s a stick po-go
I can make DiGorno
If you hungry I can make it pronto

[Break]

[Hook]
Brought her to my spot
She don’t wanna do nothin’ but smoke
Baby take it slow, ain’t nobody gotta know
Livin’ in the trap, trap, trap on the low
So why don’t you be my son [?]