Eagles – In The City letras

Somewhere out there on that horizon
Out beyond the neon lights
I know there must be somethin’ better
But there’s nowhere else in sight
It’s survival in the city
When you live from day to day
City streets don’t have much pity
When you’re down, that’s where you’ll stay
In the city, oh, oh.
In the city

I was born here in the city
With my back against the wall
Nothing grows, and life ain’t very pretty
No one’s there to catch you when you fall
Somewhere out on that horizon
Faraway from the neon sky
I know there must be somethin’ better
And I can’t stay another night
In the city, oh, oh.
In the city

In the city

In the city

Silverchair – Anthem For The Year 2000 letras

We are the youth
We’ll take your fascism away
We are the youth
Apologise for another day
We are the youth
And politicians are so sure
We are the youth
And we are knocking on death’s door
Never knew we were living in a world
With a mind that could be so sure
Never knew we were living in a world
With a mind that could be so small
Never knew we were living in a world
And the world is an open court
Maybe we don’t want to live in a world
Where innocence is so short
We’ll make it up to you
in the year 2000 with…

Never knew we were living in a world
With a mind that could be so sure
Never knew we were living in a world
With a mind that could be so small
Never knew we were living in a world
And the world is an open court
Maybe we don’t want to live in a world
Where innocence is so short

We’ll make it up to you
In the year 2000
Build it up for you
In the year 2000
Make it up to you
In the year 2000
Build it up for you
In the year 2000 with you

Never knew we were living in a world
With a world that could be so sure
Never knew we were living in a world
With a mind that could be so small
Never knew we were living in a world
And the world is an open court
Maybe we don’t want to live in a world
World who cares at all

We’ll make it up to you
In the year 2000
Build it up for you
In the year 2000
Make it hard for you
In the year 2000
Build it up for you
In the year 2000
Make it hard for you
In the year 2000
Build it up for you
In the year 2000 with you

Korn – A.d.i.d.a.s. letras

[Verse]
Honestly, somehow it always seems that
I’m dreaming of something I can never be
It doesn’t bother me, cause
I will always be the pimp that I see in all of my fantasies
I don’t know your fucking name, so what, let’s…
Screaming to be the only way
That I can truly be free from my fucked up reality
So I dream and stroke it harder
Cause it’s so fun to see my face staring back at me
I don’t know your fucking name, so what, let’s fuck

[Chorus]
All day I dream about sex
All day I dream about fucking
[Bridge]
All day I dream about fucking
All day I dream about sex yes all day I dream about sex
And all day I dream about sex yes all day I dream about sex

[Chorus]
All day I dream about sex
All day I dream about fucking

Oasis – Don’t Look Back In Anger letras

Slip inside the eye of your mind, don’t you know you might find
A better place to play
You said that you’d never been but all the things that you’ve seen
Will slowly fade away

So I’ll start a revolution from my bed
‘Cause you said the brains I had went to my head
Step outside, summertime’s in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace, take that look from off your face
You ain’t ever gonna burn my heart out

And so Sally can wait
She knows it’s too late as we’re walking on by
Her soul slides away
“But don’t look back in anger”, I heard you say

Take me to the place where you go, where nobody knows
If it’s night or day
But please don’t put your life in the hands of a rock ‘n’ roll band
Who’ll throw it all away

I’m gonna start a revolution from my bed
‘Cause you said the brains I had went to my head
Step outside ’cause summertime’s in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace, take that look from off your face
‘Cause you ain’t ever gonna burn my heart out

And so Sally can wait
She knows it’s too late as she’s walking on by
My soul slides away
“But don’t look back in anger”, I heard you say

So Sally can wait
She knows it’s too late as we’re walking on by
Her soul slides away
“But don’t look back in anger”, I heard you say

So Sally can wait
She knows it’s too late as she’s walking on by
My soul slides away
“But don’t look back in anger, don’t look back in anger”
I heard you say

“At least not today”

The Soup Dragons – Divine Thing letras

You are the one supreme being,
Just dressed to kill and fulfill just any dream.
And you are the one heart’s desire
All hips and lips made to trick just any fool.

I could have sworn that you are an angel
Cause you’re a sweet, sweet, sweet divine thing.
But I should have known that you are the devil
Dressed like a sweet, sweet, sweet divine thing.

And you lack the one thing that is devotion
Not always there in your hair in a daze.
Just too mixed up in your own emotions;
Your vanity will always be your greatest thing.

I could have sworn that you are an angel
Cause you’re a sweet, sweet, sweet divine thing.
But I should have known that you are the devil
Dressed like a sweet, sweet, sweet divine thing.

Divine thing, yeah
Divine thing.

Supergrass – Sun Hits The Sky letras

I know a place where the sun hits the sky,
Everything ages and blows out the night,
Everyone knows why my time can’t be tied,
‘Cause I want to be where the sun meets the sky!

I am a doctor,
I’ll be your doctor,
I’m on my way,
And you won’t come down today,
Live by the rat race,
Been with the rat ones,
And they hold you down,
We’ll turn the world around!

Well I just don’t know why the sun hits the sky,
Everyone’s dreams get to turn out the light,
Living is easy,
When time’s on my side,
‘Cause I want to live where the sun meets the sky!

I am a doctor,
I’ll be your doctor,
I’m on my way,
You won’t come down today,
Live by the rat race,
Been with the rat ones,
They hold you down,
We’ll turn the world around!

I am a doctor,
I’ll be your doctor,
I’m on my way,
And you won’t come down today,
Live by the rat race,
Been with the rat ones,
They hold you down,
We’ll turn the world around!

Guns N’ Roses – Don’t Cry letras

Talk to me softly
There’s something in your eyes
Don’t hang your head in sorrow
And please don’t cry
I know how you feel inside I’ve
I’ve been there before
Somethin’s changin’ inside you
And don’t you know

Don’t you cry tonight
I still love you baby
Don’t you cry tonight
Don’t you cry tonight
There’s a heaven above you baby
And don’t you cry tonight

Give me a whisper
And give me a sigh
Give me a kiss before you
tell me goodbye
Don’t you take it so hard now
And please don’t take it so bad
I’ll still be thinkin’ of you
And the times we had…baby

And don’t you cry tonight
Don’t you cry tonight
Don’t you cry tonight
There’s a heaven above you baby
And don’t you cry tonight

And please remember that I never lied
And please remember
how I felt inside now honey
You gotta make it your own way
But you’ll be alright now sugar
You’ll feel better tomorrow
Come the morning light now baby

And don’t you cry tonight
An don’t you cry tonight
An don’t you cry tonight
There’s a heaven above you baby
And don’t you cry
Don’t you ever cry
Don’t you cry tonight
Baby maybe someday
Don’t you cry
Don’t you ever cry
Don’t you cry

Aerosmith – Cryin’ letras

There was a time
When I was brokenhearted
Love wasn’t much of a friend of mine
The tables have turned yeah
‘Cause me and them ways have parted
That kinda love was the killin’ kind
All I want is someone I can’t resist
I know all I need to know
By the way I got kissed

I was cryin’ when I met you
Now I’m tryin’ to forget you
Your love is sweet misery
I was cryin’ just to get you
Now I’m dryin’ ’cause I let you
Do what you do down on me

Now there’s not even breathing room
Between pleasure and pain
Yeah you cry when we’re makin’ love
Must be one and the same

It’s down on me
Yeah, I got to tell you one thing
It’s been on my mind, girl I gotta say
We’re partners in crime
You got that certain something
What you do to me takes my breath away
Now the word out on the street
Is the devil’s in your kiss
If our love goes up in flames
That’s a fire I can’t resist

I was cryin’ when I met you
Now I’m tryin’ to forget you
Your love is sweet misery
I was cryin’ just to get you
Now I’m dyin’ ’cause I let you
Do what you do to me

‘Cause what you got inside
Ain’t where your love should stay
Yeah, our love, sweet love, ain’t love
‘Til you give your heart away

I was cryin’ when I met you
Now I’m tryin’ to forget you
Your love is sweet misery
I was cryin’ just to get you
Now I’m dyin’ just to let you
Do what you do, what you do down on me
Baby, baby, baby

I was cryin’ when I met you
Now I’m tryin’ to forget you
Your love is sweet misery
I was cryin’ when I met you
Now I’m dyin’ ’cause I let you
Do what you do down to, down to, down to
I was cryin’ when I met you
Now I’m tryin’ to forget you
Your love is sweet misery

Sheryl Crow – Sweet Child O’ Mine letras

He’s got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky

Now and then when I see his face
He takes me away to that special place
And if I stared too long
I’d probably break down and cry

Sweet child o’ mine
Sweet love o’mine

He’s got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain

His hair reminds me
Of a warm safe place
Where as a child I’d hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by

Sweet child o’ mine
Sweet love o’mine
Sweet child o’ mine
Sweet love o’mine

Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Where do we go
Sweet child
Where do we go now

Where do we go
Where do we go sweet child
Where do we go now [Repeat until end]

DJ Drama – Wishing lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama]
Haha, back at it
Baby, I’mma make a wish and I want you to make one
Nah, don’t tell me yet, we can talk ’bout that later
DJ Drama

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
I ain’t like them other niggas, you see that I’m different
I creep on the late night, I stay on a mission
Got all types of different bitches
Pussy wet and dripping, I been like sipping
I eat the pussy with precision
6 rings, Jordan, Pippen
I do gymnastics with a brick and flip it
Money to the ceiling, no I ain’t tripping
No conversation
These niggas bitches be texting and sending emojis
But no I don’t say shit
He try to hang with the homies but tell on the gang
Boy you a straight bitch
And now your girl coming over give me that booty
Know it’s amazing
Loving these bitches, got into trouble with bitches
Can’t fuck with these bitches
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Baby you know who I am and girl I know just who you are
We ain’t gotta rush into shit cause being in love is too hard
I’m tired of all these flashing lights, girl we should just fuck in the dark
Once you let me in it, I’mma get to switching, different positions
Have that ass wishing that I was your nigga
Wishing that I was your nigga, yeah yeah yeah
Wishing that I was your nigga, yeah
Once you let me in it, I’mma get to switching, different positions
Have that ass wishing that I was your nigga

[Verse 2: LyQuin]
I know you got niggas, why you wanna be mines?
On your tippy toes when I hit her from behind
Oh my God, shawty I ain’t even lying
What you know ’bout me, ’bout me
Playing with the D girl, will have you in the zone
Make a movie how you climaxing in my phone
Got that Nia Long, now you gotta a Love Jones for me
Now you after that, ride on this dick ’til you crash in that
Flipping and turning you up in the air like a acrobat
Turn on the camera, this movie we making is action packed
Safe sex is great sex, it’s a wrap, Quin

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Baby you know who I am and girl I know just who you are
We ain’t gotta rush into shit cause being in love is too hard
I’m tired of all these flashing lights, girl we should just fuck in the dark
Once you let me in it, I’mma get to switching, different positions
Have that ass wishing that I was your nigga
Wishing that I was your nigga, yeah yeah yeah
Wishing that I was your nigga, yeah
Once you let me in it, I’mma get to switching, different positions
Have that ass wishing that I was your nigga

[Verse 3: Skeme]
Pull up on me and my shawty
I show you I fuck with you strong
I’m on that 12 Play, and promise you baby
I don’t see nothin’ wrong
With you pulling up to the house
And me fucking you on this couch
I got long paper, ain’t got no neighbors
So no one gon’ hear when you shout
Baby just come through for me tonight
You the best, promise you I’m with the shits
I ain’t got too much to do, ain’t got nothing to do
Ain’t got nothing ‘cept you on the list
Baby I know all your spots
So say is you with it or not?
Cause once I fuck you like I wanna fuck you girl
You gon’ wanna tie up the knot, yeah

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Baby you know who I am and girl I know just who you are
We ain’t gotta rush into shit cause being in love is too hard
I’m tired of all these flashing lights, girl we should just fuck in the dark
Once you let me in it, I’mma get to switching, different positions
Have that ass wishing that I was your nigga
Wishing that I was your nigga, yeah yeah yeah
Wishing that I was your nigga, yeah
Once you let me in it, I’mma get to switching, different positions
Have that ass wishing that I was your nigga

[Outro: Chris Brown & DJ Drama]
Wishing that I was your nigga
Wishing that I was your nigga
Oh, oh, wish I was yours
Haha, wishing that I was your nigga
Breezy holla at me

Kehlani – CRZY lyrics

[Intro]
Crazy
I go, I go, I go

[Verse 1]
Everything I do, I do it with a passion
If I gotta be a bitch, I’ma be a bad one
I’m AI with the designs, du-ragging
Bounce back game good, why we talkin’ practice?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up score when I want to
Best thing next to Heaven
They be tryna count me out though
I’m just countin’, countin’ blessins
A real woman ’bout her paper
Niggas don’t know where I came from
Why I really really came up
You never could say I’m back in
All this shit I’ve been through and it made me more of an assassin
I kill ’em, I kill ’em, I kill ’em with compassion
And baby if they askin’
[Hook]
Tell ’em, tell ’em, tell ’em, tell ’em
I go, I go, I go, I go, crazy, crazy
I go, I go, I go, I go crazy, crazy
Live for the challenge, only make me stronger
One more reason to turn up on ’em
I go, I go, I go, I go crazy, crazy

[Verse 2]
Lit, lit, lit, lit
Only L I take is to the face
You showed up to see me lose
But I overcome so you overcame
Basic, basic
Ain’t nothin’ bout me basic
I’m crazy, I’m crazy
Better watch what you say to me cuh
Young Sway got the answers
Give ’em hell, give ’em pressure
VIP couch, no manners
Dirty-dirty-dirty dancin’
Take a look at what I did
Go for circle with the wrist
Whippin’-whippin’ up the grits
Get a hand full of this nicely
I got it, I got it, I got it
And you gon’ respect it
Ain’t nothin’, ain’t nothin’, gon’ stop me from makin’ it happen
So baby if they askin’

[Hook]
Tell ’em, tell ’em, tell ’em, tell ’em
I go, I go, I go, I go, crazy, crazy
I go, I go, I go, I go, crazy, crazy
Live for the challenge, only make me stronger
One more reason to turn up on ’em
I go, I go, I go, I go, crazy, crazy

(I go, I go, I go, I go, crazy, crazy)
(I go, I go, I go, I go, crazy, crazy…)

Skrillex & Rick Ross – Purple Lamborghini lyrics

[Verse 1]
Biggest boss and I been the trillest
I’m a bigger problem when I click with Skrillex
Murder on my mind, it’s time to pray to God
My revolver is not religious, the revolution’s born
You wanna know my name then go and tell the Sarg
You wanna know my gang: Suicide Squad
Pistol on my waist, I might make a mistake
Dead shot, head shot, oh my god, am I crazy?
Drugs every corner, this is Gotham City
Killer Croc came to kidnap you, to cut out your kidney
Ain’t no mercy, got that purple Lamborghini lurkin’
Rozay, don’t you know that pussy worth it
Flooded Rolex at the Grammy awards
They still sellin’ dope, that’s those Miami boys
Killers everywhere, it ain’t no place to run
Forgive me for my wrongs, I have just begun

[Hook: Instrumental]
Ain’t no mercy, a-ain’t no mercy
Got that purple Lamborghini, purple Lamborghini lurkin’
Ain’t no mercy, a-ain’t no mercy
Got that purple Lamborghini lurkin (Rozay!)
[Verse 2]
Don’t be beggin’ for your life ’cause that’s a lost cause
High stakes, body armor, suicide boy
It’s a time for games and it’s a time to kill
Make up your mind baby ’cause the time is here
Capital murder, capital letters
Yeah she catchin’ my vibe but she can’t fathom my cheddar
Need a couple gang members for these new endeavors
From this point on anything we do, we do together
Body on the corner, million in the trunk
Seven figures, I will spend that every other month
Killers on the corner, talons in the clip
Build a palace out in Paris just to fill with bitches
Say my name and I’m coming with the gun squad
Everybody runnin’, homie, there’s only one God
Cocaine white Ferrari, I’m in the fast lane
Every day was life and death, that’s when the cash came
Count money, drug residue even blood on ‘em
He had a driver ’til I put my cuz on it
Kickin’ in the door boy, Suicide Squad
Needle in my arm so I’m do or die for it

[Hook: Instrumental]
Ain’t no mercy, a-ain’t no mercy
Got that purple Lamborghini, purple Lamborghini lurkin’
Ain’t no mercy, a-ain’t no mercy
Got that purple Lamborghini lurkin’, (Rozay!)

[Outro]
Power
Greed
Devious
Needs
Highstakes
(Cash money)
Dope boy
(Rap money)
Renzel, Real hip
Forgive me for my wrongs, I have just begun
(Rozay!)

Nicky Jam – With You Tonight (Hasta El Amanecer) lyrics

[Chorus]
Girl you know that I’ll do anything
To know a little more than just your name
Only thing I know is you’re too fine
And I would like to leave with you tonight

Girl you know that I’ll do anything
To know a little more than just your name
Only thing I know is you’re too fine
And I would like to leave with you tonight
[Verse 1]
What’s your name, mamacita? My sweet señorita
So hot that you giving me the fever
So sexy, muy bonita
You’ll make a non-believer a believer

Trust me, girl, you and me, that is what it’s gotta be
I give you everything you need, make you weak in your knees
You the baddest one I ever seen
Tell me how you fit that in them jeans

Oyeme asi asi, baby I can finally see
Girl you’re so perfect to me
You’ll remember this night of pleasure
I need you to come now with me

[Chorus]
Girl you know that I’ll do anything
To know a little more than just your name
Only thing I know is you’re too fine
And I would like to leave with you tonight

[Verse 2]
Want more than just your name
From where you came
Looking at you through me Ray-ban frames
Them girl a dime but girl you not the same
It’s not you it’s your mother me blame
Me want tell you straight
Let me explain
Keep it a hundred, come ride on the wave
Come through your tunnel up in my train
Just cause me flyer than a plane

You gon’ call me papi
I’ll make your body happy
Every time that you call me
You know that I’ll take care of you

You gon’ call me papi
I’ll make your body happy
Every time that you call me
You know I want you, baby

[Bridge]
Girl you know that I’ll do anything
To know a little more than just your name
Only thing I know is you’re too fine
And I would like to leave with you tonight

Girl you know that I’ll do anything
To know a little more than just your name
Only thing I know is you’re too fine
And I would like to leave with you tonight (I wanna leave with you)

[Chorus]
Girl you know that I’ll do anything
To know a little more than just your name
Only thing I know is you’re too fine
And I would like to leave with you tonight

[Outro]
N.I.C.K
Nicky Nicky Nicky Jam
Saga WhiteBlack
La Industria Inc

French Montana – No Shopping lyrics

[Hook: French Montana]
Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
All about the mula, all about the mula
Word to the bird, I ain’t never take her fur shoppin’

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Runnin’ through them keys way before Khaled
Runnin’ with the pushas way before Malice
Word to the five, I’m the one like four minus
Caught her off the rebound, Ben Wallace, gave her four dollars
Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
Sippin’ on the drank, I ain’t tryna think
When it get hot, bodies start droppin’
Hit the strip club, told them hoes gon’ get the moppin’
Word to Diddy, we Cirocin’
Word to Biggie, we’ll be Pac-in’
I just bought Selena’s crib, I’m poppin’
I just told Drizzy, “Let me take Serena to the tropics”
Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
Sippin’ on the drank, I ain’t tryna think
Sittin’ high, 6 God cover
Tell them hoes get low, 6 God comin’
[Hook: French Montana]
Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
All about the mula, all about the mula
Word to the bird, I ain’t never take her fur shoppin’

[Verse 2: Drake]
Pump, pump, pump it up
She got a good head on her, but I pump it up
I’m not a one hit wonder, they know all my stuff
You let me turn into the nigga that you almost was
I done seen a lot of shit and I done been in things
And I never started nothin’, I just finish things
And I’m sell off like the man that brought me in this thing
How you out here celebratin’ like the winnin’ team?
No, calm down, calm down
Shit ain’t how you think it is, take a look around
I’m supposed to be on a vacation right now
But I’m home wildin’, word to DJ Khaled
Back with another one
I’m steady droppin’ bombs on your head top
Been that way since I could make your bed rock
I’m on Bloor where you can’t shop
Bitch I just rapped and it went pop
Next move better than my last move
Your next move can’t erase your past moves
Took her out once she got attached to him
Ring, ring, click, I’ll get back to ’em
You don’t really want the views
You don’t want a snapshot of things goin’ on with the crew
You don’t wanna hear Not Nice did thirteen
And did another two for some other shit he didn’t do
Last week, boy dem runnin’ in the room
This week sold one point two
Yeah, it’s a Boucheron baby boy
Yeah, and I know Taraji like I’m baby boy
And I fuck with Weezy and I’m Baby boy
Yeah we the Army, better yet the Navy, boy

[Hook: French Montana + Drake]
Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
Sippin’ on the drank, I ain’t tryna think
All about the mula, all about the mula
Word to the bird, I ain’t never take her fur shoppin’
Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
Sippin’ on the drank, I ain’t tryna think
All about the mula, all about the mula
Word to the bird, I ain’t never take her fur shoppin’

[Outro: French Montana]
The birds want rings and tings, you know
But we’ll never take the bird shoppin’, you know
Still, you already dun know
Big up, Six God
Haaaan, skrrt, skrrt!

Tory Lanez – Luv lyrics

[Verse 1]
We ah sip the Henny for the day baby
Bad man, we no stray baby
Oops I done fell for your way baby
I know girl but, everyone falls…

[Pre-Chorus]
And I know from the first time, the first time
I seen your love, you got me baby
Even though girl I know that I will fall for you
You got to know that everyone falls
Oops I done fell so deep baby
Oops I want you for me baby
Oops I want you for me baby
Oops I done fell so deep cause…

[Chorus]
Everyone falls in love sometimes
I don’t know ’bout you but it ain’t a crime
Neefi let me love you, love you, love you for long time baby
Neefi let me touch you, neefi let me love you ’til the morning, oh

[Post-Chorus]
Mmm, ah, mmm, ah, mmm, if you let me love you
Mmm, ah, mmm, ah, mmm, if you let me touch you
Mmm, ah, mmm, ah, mmm, if you let me love you
Mmm, ah, mmm, ah, mmm, if you let me love you

[Verse 2]
We ah sip that Henny for the day baby
Come my, my way baby
Top down on the highway baby
And if you let me love you, wait
Shawty she ain’t even got a visa
Out of town, one night teaser
Need to tell them other niggas ease up
I’m falling but everyone falls

[Pre-Chorus]
And I know from the first time, the first time
I seen your love, you got me baby
Even though girl I know that I will fall for you
You got to know that everyone falls
Oops I done fell too deep baby
Oops I think you got me baby
Oops I want you for me baby
I’m fallin’ but
(But everyone falls…)

[Chorus]
Everyone falls in love sometimes
I don’t know ’bout you but it ain’t a crime
Neefi let me love you, love you, love you for long time baby
Neefi let me touch you, neefi let me love you ’til the morning, oh

[Post-Chorus]
Mmm, ah, mmm, ah, mmm, if you let me love you
Mmm, ah, mmm, ah, mmm, if you let me touch you
Mmm, ah, mmm, ah, mmm, if you let me love you
Mmm, ah, mmm, ah, mmm

[Bridge]
And if you want me
And if you let me love you now
It’s true what I need
Is someone for love me right now
It’s true I’m a freak
It’s time to love you now
And if you want me
I’m falling

[Chorus]
Everyone falls in love sometimes
I don’t know ’bout you but it ain’t a crime
Neefi let me love you, love you, love you for long time baby
Neefi let me touch you, neefi let me love you ’til the morning, oh

[Post-Chorus]
Mmm, ah, mmm, ah, mmm, if you let me love you
Mmm, ah, mmm, ah, mmm, if you let me touch you
Mmm, ah, mmm, ah, mmm, if you let me love you
Mmm, ah, mmm, ah, mmm, if you let me love you, yeah

Young M.A – OOOUUU lyrics

[Intro]
Yo bro, I think I had too much Hennessy man
This Hennessy getting to me
I ain’t gonna lie, I’m a little smizz
I’m a little drizz
But we in the club man, OOOUUU

[Verse]
Yea they hate but they broke though (they broke though)
And when it’s time to pop they a no-show
Yea I’m pretty but I’m loco (yeah I’m loco)
The loud got me moving slow-mo
Ayo Tweetie, where the hoes bro? (where the hoes bro)
Ayo Keys, where the hoes tho? (where the hoes tho)
That other nigga, he a bozo (he a bozo)
It’s M.A, you don’t know ho? (you don’t know ho)
We got liquor by the boatload (that Henny)
Disrespect the Lyfe that’s a no-no (that’s a no-no)
All my niggas dressed in that rojo (Redlyfe)
I ride for my guys, that’s the bro code (that’s the bro code)
Baby gave me head, that’s a low blow (that’s a low blow)
Damn she make me weak when she deep throat (when she deep throat)
I need a rich bitch not a cheap ho (not a cheap ho)
They be on that hate shit, I peep tho (yo I peep tho)
My brother told me fuck em’, get that money sis (go fuck em’)
You just keep on grindin’ on ya hungry shit (aha)
Ignore the hate, ignore the fake, ignore the funny shit (ignore the funny shit)
Cause if a nigga violate, we got a hunnit clips
And we go zero to a hundred quick (ooouuu)
We just them niggas you ain’t fucking with (oh no)
Pockets on a chubby chick (ah)
And still go bag a thottie in some bummy shit (ooouuu)
Yerr Eli, why they testing me?
Like I don’t always keep the hammer next to me?
Like I ain’t got a hitter to the left of me?
Like we ain’t in these streets more than Sesame?
If that’s your chick, then why she texting me?
Why she keep calling my phone speaking sexually?
Every time I’m out, why she stressing me?
You call her Stephanie? I call her Headphanie
I don’t open doors for a whore
I just want the neck, nothin’ more
Shawty make it clap, make it applaud
When you tired of your man, give me a call
Dyke bitches talking out they jaw
Next minute calling for the law
This nine will have them calling for the lord
They ain’t getting shmoney so they bored
I could never lose, what you thought?
M.A got it on lock, man of course
They say I got the juice, I got the sauce
These haters on my body shake em’ off
Pussy I’m a bully and a boss
I’m killing them, sorry for your loss
I just caught a body, Randy Moss (R.I.P.)
Now this year I’m really going off

[Outro]
Ooouuu
Ooouuu
These haters on my body, shake em’ off
Ooouuu
Ooouuu
Ahhhh, these haters on my body shake em’ off
Ooouuu
Ooouuu
These haters on my body shake em’ off
I could never lose what you thought? What they thought?
I could never lose what you thought?
This henny got me, it got me sauced
This henny got me oh, it got me sauced
I could never lose what you thought?
M.A got it on lock man of course
Ooouuu
Ooouuu

Rob $tone – Chill Bill lyrics

[Verse 1: Rob $tone]
Rob $tone two damn phones
Babylons can’t crack the code
Used to sip out styrofoam but figured I should stick to dro (weed!)

Backwoods overload don’t like to smoke them swishers hoe
If you hit my liquor store it’s 50 cents for single Ports

[Hook: Rob $tone]
Said she wanna roll with me and smoke up all my weed
I said baby just buy dutches cause you can’t smoke for free
I got some loud but no money babe buy me a Fiji
She said you need a job, bitch fuck a job I still get cheese

[Verse 2: J. Davi$]
Two cell phones, Mr. Mothafuck-a-thot
Mr. I be on that block
Twelve o seven fuck an op
They hear my name they see my squad
Rolling dope up on the spot
I’m with your bitch she on my jock
Ain’t got no time to love a thot
Got niggas mad my flow so hot
Got niggas mad my squad won’t stop
We in the game won’t take no loss
Im sippin water out the Voss
Got lean all in my fuckin’ Sprite
Turnin up on fuckin sight
Mr. Kenny Powers bouta take your girlfriend home tonight, bitch

[Verse 3: Spooks]
And I’m smokin’ on that widow
When you see it out the window
Got a dusty old tee
Lookin’ bummy leave it simple
Growin’ up I was always in the middle
So I gotta hold it down for my older and my little
And my brothas beside me so fuck it we mobbin’ deep
Always grimey, no findin’ me
But I be in LG
If your lil fuck boy lame ass wanna creep
I live by the lemon cause that fucka chose me

[Hook: Rob $tone]
Said she wanna roll with me and smoke up all my weed
I said baby just buy dutches cause you can’t smoke for free
I got some loud but no money babe buy me a Fiji
She said you need a job, bitch fuck a job I still get cheese

Rae Sremmurd – Black Beatles lyrics

[Intro: Swae Lee & Gucci Mane]
Black Beatles in the city be back immediately to confiscate the moneys
(Ear Drummers)
Rae Sremm, Guwop, Mike WiLL!
I sent flowers, but you said you didn’t receive ‘em
But you said you didn’t need them

[Hook: Swae Lee]
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle
[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Getting so gone I’m not blinking
What in the world was I thinking?
New day, new money to be made
There is nothing to explain
I’m a fuckin black Beatle, cream seats in the Regal
Rockin John Lennon lenses like to see ‘em spread eagle
Took a bitch to the club and let her party on the table
Screaming “everybody’s famous”
Like clockwork, I blow it all
And get some more
Get you somebody that can do both
Black Beatles got the babes belly rolling
She think she love me
I think she trolling

[Hook: Swae Lee]
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Came in with two girls, look like strippers in their real clothes
A broke hoe can only point me to a rich hoe
A yellow bitch with green hair, a real weirdo
Black man, yellow Lamb’, real life goals
They seen that Guwop and them just came in through the side door
There’s so much money on the floor we buyin school clothes
Why you bring the money machine to the club for?
Pint of lean, pound of weed, and a kilo
I eurostep past a hater like I’m Rondo
I upgrade your baby mama to a condo
Like Chapos serving yayo to the gringos
Black Beatle, club close when I say so

[Hook: Swae Lee]
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
She’s a good teaser, and we blowing reefer
Your body like a work of art, baby
Don’t fuck with me, I’ll break your heart, baby
D&G on me I got a lot of flavor
15 hundred on my feet, I’m tryna kill these haters
I had haters when I was broke, I’m rich, I still got haters
I had hoes when I was broke, I’m rich, I’m still a player
I wear leather Gucci jackets like its still the 80’s
I’ve been blowing OG Kush, I feel a lil’ sedated
I can’t worry about a broke nigga or a hater
Black Beatle, bitch, me and Paul McCartney related

[Hook: Swae Lee]
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

Desiigner – Tiimmy Turner lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Grrrrraaaah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Git, git, git, git
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Git, git, git, git
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Git, git, git, git
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Vador)
Little Timmy Turner
Git, git, git, git

[Hook]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
[Verse 1]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
Young boy walkin’, wishin’ for a burner
Four, five, six, ten ratchets on ’em
Ten niggas with ’em, ten clappin’ on ’em
Dead niggas with ’em, dead niggas, get ’em
Four-five rip ’em, four-five zip ’em
You talk money, young niggas get ’em
Young niggas get ’em
Beluga, beluga, beluga
I fell in love with the Ruger
I fell in love with my jeweler
I fell in love with the mulah
Banana clips is going through ya
It’s all about the rule
It’s all about the move
It’s all about the rules

[Hook]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner

[Verse 2]
Tiimmy (Git, git, git)
Tiimmy Turner (Git, git, git)
Eh, yeah he wish had a burner
Young nigga move and he kill with confirma
You get hit, nigga, left with earner
Choppa move, nigga, both want it
You get hit down in both summers
I got niggas rollin’ dat would be dead with it
Choppa move, nigga, roll him with it
You choke down, roll, load and get
Hit a nigga up, reload the semi
Gotta flow over demon
Thinking all about Tiimmy
Just the thought of them with me
All my killas said they with me

[Hook]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace

[Beat Switch]

[Hook]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner

Billy Currington – It Don’t Hurt Like It Used To lyrics

[Verse 1]
I had a couple beers with one of my friends
​Told him just how our story ends
​Did all I could to try to make it work
​But you drug my heart through the Alabama dirt
​I’ve been at the house, climbin’ them walls
​Checkin’ that calendar, x’in days off
​Hit another bar, call another friend
​Throw a few down, tell the story again

[Chorus]
​Hey, hey, what can I say?
​I can just lie and say it’s all okay
​Oh, oh, what can I do?
​Been goin’ through Hell gettin’ over you
​But it don’t hurt, it don’t hurt like it used to
​No it don’t hurt, it don’t hurt like it used to

[Verse 2]
I’m finally gettin’ out back into the world
​Life is good, I met me a girl
​She got a beautiful heart, eyes are blue
​I don’t hardly ever think about you

[Chorus]
​Hey, hey, what can I say?
I can just lie and say it’s all okay
Oh, oh, what can I do?
Been goin’ through Hell gettin’ over you
But it don’t hurt, it don’t hurt like it used to
No it don’t hurt, it don’t hurt like it used to

[Bridge]
​Sometimes I find peace of mind in a bottle of wine
​Sometimes I break down and cry

[Chorus]
​Hey, hey, what can I say?
I can just lie and say it’s all okay
Oh, oh, what can I do?
Been goin’ through Hell gettin’ over you
​Hey, hey, what can I say?
I can just lie and say it’s all okay
Oh, oh, what can I do?
Been goin’ through Hell gettin’ over you
But it don’t hurt, it don’t hurt like it used to
No it don’t hurt, it don’t hurt like it used to
​No it don’t hurt, it don’t hurt like it used to
It don’t hurt, it don’t hurt like it used to

Flume – Never Be Like You lyrics

[Verse 1]
What I would do to take away this fear of being loved Allegiance to the pain
Now I’m fucked up and I’m missing ya
He’ll never be like you
I would give anything to change this fickle-minded heart
That loves fake shiny things
Now I’m fucked up and I’m missing ya
He’ll never be like you

[Hook]
I’m only human can’t you see
I made, I made a mistake
Please just look me in my face
Tell me everything’s okay
Cause I got it
He’ll never be like you
I’m only human can’t you see
I made, I made a mistake
Please just look me in my face
Tell me everything’s okay
Cause I got it
He’ll never be like you

[Verse 2]
How do I make you wanna stay?
Hate sleeping on my own, missing the way you taste
Now I’m fucked up and I’m missing ya
He’ll never be like you
Stop looking at me with those eyes
Like I could disappear and you wouldn’t care why
Now I’m fucked up and I’m missing ya
He’ll never be like you

[Hook]
I’m only human can’t you see
I made, I made a mistake
Please just look me in my face
Tell me everything’s okay
Cause I got it (hoooooo)
He’ll never be like you

I’m only human can’t you see
I made, I made a mistake
Please just look me in my face
Tell me everything’s okay
Cause I got it (hooooooo)
He’ll never be like you

[Bridge]
I’m falling on my knees
Forgive me, I’m a fucking fool
I’m begging, darling, please
Absolve me of my sins, won’t you?

Oooooh
I’m falling on my knees
Forgive me, I’m a fucking fool
I’m begging, darling, please
Absolve me of my sins, won’t you?

[Hook]
I’m only human can’t you see
I made, I made a mistake
Please just look me in my face
Tell me everything’s okay
Cause I got it (hoooooo)
He’ll never be like you

I’m only human can’t you see
I made, I made a mistake
Please just look me in my face
Tell me everything’s okay
Cause I got it (hooooooo)
He’ll never be like you

[Outro]
Baby, baby please believe me
C’mon take it easy
Please don’t ever leave me (ooooo)
He’ll never be like you

Young Thug & Travis Scott – Pick Up The Phone lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug & Starrah]
Yaaah, oh yaaah
Ooooh, Thugger
Yeah, Travis Scott
Thugger, Thugger baby
Yaah

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
I pour a four up
I call your hoe up
Just to fuck her and show her
I just went, got my dough up
Pullin’ off and I’m gone!
Then I go and pour four up
Then I roll up that roll up
Then I’m callin’ your hoe up
(Like Brrrrr)
[Hook: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Young Thug]
Never will I cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwing that Rollie on you
I like the way it be freezin’
(Brrrrr)

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Pour up a four of that Actavis
Lean like my mothafuckin’ granny did
Super Bowl ring with big body Benz
I stack it up now I’m just better livin’
Got screws in my mouth, I’m just preppin’ it
I’m fucking this cash up, I’m not celibate
I’m packin’ it up like a reverend
I need all this cash, I got hella kids
I’ma play dumb and get left in the middle
Back the fuck up, you too little
Hit ’em with three like I’m Miller
I don’t talk to no man in the middle
I don’t talk to no man, I’m just kiddin’
But I did pay my sister’s tuition
I feel lucky, I should play the lottery
Walkin’ off with it like Sonny Liston
Mama told me I’m her brightest star
Mama told me don’t hate on the law
Because everybody got a job
Because everybody wanna be a star (real shit, real shit)
Please believe every motherfucker around here wan’ be a part
She gon’ do anything in her power to be with ya’ boy
(Brrrrr)

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four, baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin’

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Pick up the phone
Macaulay Culkin’ baby, Home Alone
I thought I was right
Then I had to man up, I was wrong
I hate when we fight
She in love with the pipe
I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice
Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
Percocet and Codeine please don’t take my life
She had a dream with Céline
So I bought it twice
Young nigga make it right back tonight
Girl you’re so cute and your ass is nice
Drinkin’ on four and I’m shootin’ dice
Wrist polar bear, Klondike
And I’m loving all races, hell nah don’t discriminize
Drinkin’ on clean, sanitize
Ostritch seats with the frog eyes
If I ever call your phone baby
Best believe it’s only one time
(Brrrrrr)

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin’

[Outro]
Pick up the phone (Pick up the phone)
I’m in the zone, pick up the phone, baby
I’m in the zone

Amine – Caroline lyrics

[Intro]
Listen man
What’s up?
I heard you done got you a dime piece, man
Hell naw, man
One of the Beyoncé, Meagan Good types
Nah, nah, nah
Is that true, man?
I just wanna know
Probably not
I mean, shit to be honest with you, man, she’s a…

[Verse]
Bad thang, fine as hell, thick as fuck
Oh my god, that’s my baby
Caroline, you divine
Mighty fine
Shawty really blow the pipe (that’s true)
Like a pro
Fuck you thought
Holy shit, I’m really lit
It’s looking like it’s ’bout time to fuck it up
Caroline, listen up, don’t wanna hear
About ya horoscope or what the future holds
Shut up and shut up and
Lets get gory, like a Tarantino movie
Don’t wanna talk it out, can we fuck it out?
Cause we gon’ be up all night, fuck a decaf
You say I’m a tall thug, guess I’m a G-raffe
If ya want safe-sex, baby use the knee pads
Freaky with the sticky icky
Baby give me kitty kitty
Killa, westside nigga
Boy you like 98 degrees
And I’m 300, nigga keep ya feet runnin’
I chief keef keef when I eat these beats
Better boy get scurred
Don’t run up in my lane, I don’t want you in my lane
You a lame, get swerved
[Hook]
Cause great scenes might be great
But I love your bloopers
And perfect’s for the urgent
Baby I want forever
Caroline, don’t you see that
I want you to be my

[Verse]
Bad thang, fine as hell, thick as fuck
Oh my god, that’s my baby
Caroline, you divine
Mighty fine
Shawty really blow the pipe (that’s true)
Like a pro
Fuck you thought
Holy shit, I’m really lit
It’s looking like it’s ’bout time to fuck it up
Caroline, listen up, don’t wanna hear
About ya horoscope or what the future holds
Shut up and shut up and
Lets get gory, like a Tarantino movie
Don’t wanna talk it out, can we fuck it out?
Cause we gon’ be up all night, fuck a decaf
You say I’m a tall thug, guess I’m a G-raffe
If ya want safe-sex, baby use the knee pads
Freaky with the sticky icky
Baby give me kitty kitty
Killa, westside nigga
Boy you like 98 degrees
And I’m 300, nigga keep ya feet runnin’
I chief keef keef when I eat these beats
Bet a boy get scurred
Don’t run up in my lane, I don’t want you in my lane
You a lame, get swerved

[Hook]
Cause great scenes might be great
But I love your bloopers
And perfect’s for the urgent
Baby I want forever
Caroline, don’t you see that
I want you to be my

[Outro]
Bad thang, bad, bad, bad, bad thang, thang, thang, thang, thang
Bad thang, thang, bad, bad, bad, b-b-bad, thang, thang
Bad thang, thang, thang, bad, b-bad, bad thang, thang, thang
Bad thang, thang, bad, bad, bad, b-b-bad

Chance The Rapper – No Problem lyrics

[Intro: Ha Ha Davis]
You don’t want zero problems, big fella!
Yep!

[Refrain: Chance The Rapper]
If one more label try to stop me
It’s gon’ be some dreadhead niggas in ya lobby
[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me, bih!
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
Just another day, had to pick up all the mail
There go Chano ridin’ through the streets, they be like, “There he go!”
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me, bih!
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
Just another day, had to pick up all the mail
There go Chano ridin’ through the streets, they be like, “There he go!”

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
Ooh, watch me come and put the hinges in their hands
Countin’ Benjis while we meetin’, make ’em shake my other hand
Milly rockin’, scoopin’ all the blessings in my lap
Bitch I know you tried to cheat, you shoulda never took a nap
Fuck wrong with you? What you were thinkin’?
Fuck you thought it was?
You talk that talk that make a lame ass nigga fall in love
Not me, though, bitch you can keep those
Boy I’m at your head like Craig did Deebo
Don’t tweak, bro, it’s never sweet, ho
My shooters come for free, so

[Refrain: Chance The Rapper & Lil Wayne]
If one more label try to stop me
It’s gon’ be some dreadhead niggas in ya lobby

[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
Yep, yep!
Pull up in the new thing, I’m like
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
They be like, “There he go!”

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
You old Petey Pablo, take your shirt off
Wave ’round your head like a helicopter
I ain’t put enough weed in the blunt
All you do is smoke tobacco
Where the hell you get them from?
Yeezus said he ain’t make them
My niggas chasin’ bounty hunters
And gettin’ chased by their baby mommas
My first tat was on my stomach
Got a pocket full of money
And a mind full of ideas
Some of this shit may sound weird
Inside of the Maybach
Look like it came out of Ikea
Run shit like diarrhea
Big yacht, no pies there
Aye, aye, captain
I’m high, captain
I’m so high
Me and God dappin’
This is my blessin’
This is my passion
School of hard knocks
I took night classes

[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me, bih!
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
Yep, yep!
Pull up in the new thing, I’m like
They be like, “There he go!”

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I got problems bigger than these boys
My deposits, they be on steroids
Lord, free the Carter, niggas need the Carter
Sacrificin’ everything, I feel like Jesus Carter
Hold up, I got this sewed up, my soda poured up
My woes up, I’m flippin’ those bucks, they doing toe tucks
I rolled up and let the smoke puff
I lay down, told yah
Hold up, get too choked up when I think of old stuff
Move on, put my goons on, they kidnap newborns
In the streets my face a coupon
Her pussy too warm
All these bitches come to do harm
Just bought a new charm
Fuck the watch, I buy a new arm, you lukewarm
I’m Uncle Luke with the hoes
Pretty bitches, centerfolds
Tippy toes around my crib in their robes, just their robes
Half a milli’ in the safe, another in the pillowcase
Codeine got me movin’ slower than a caterpillar race
Fuck wrong with you? What you were thinkin’?
What you thought it was?
I just popped five percocets and only caught a buzz
And if that label try to stop me
There gon’ be some crazy Weezy fans waitin’ in the lobby
Mula, baby

[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me, bih!
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
Just another day, had to pick up all the mail
There go Chano ridin’ through the streets, they be like, “There he go!”
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me, bih!
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
Just another day, had to pick up all the mail
There go Chano ridin’ through the streets, they be like, “There he go!”

[Outro: Lil Wayne & Chance The Rapper]
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
Say so, ridin’ with the payo’
They be like, “There he go!”

Lil Yachty – 1 Night lyrics

[Hook]
I know you want this for life
Taking pictures with all my ice
But I can’t have no wife
I just want you for the night
I know you want this for life
Taking pictures with all my ice
But I can’t have no wife
I just want you for the night

[Verse]
I know you want this for life
Fuck you so good you be calling out the Christ
Bottles of the Tech got it laid on ice
We spent four seasons at the Four Seasons twice
You be calling all your homegirls like “I’m his wife”
Hell nah, you trippin’, reevaluate your life
I can’t love no bitch, every single ho is trife
I sip dirty Sprite just to get me through the night
But I need you there
Promise that I need you there
Ain’t no other bitch gon’ fuck me like you do I swear
Put that on my gang I swear
I just can’t put you on front street like you want I know
But baby you is not no ho
And I put it on my gang I’m not no average joe
It’s Yachty from the block you know
[Hook]
I know you want this for life
Taking pictures with all my ice
But I can’t have no wife
I just want you for the night
I know you want this for life
Taking pictures with all my ice
But I can’t have no wife
I just want you for the night

Lil Uzi Vert – Money Longer lyrics

[Hook]
It do not matter
Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smoking that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster
Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smoking that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster

[Verse 1]
Money so old that its spoiled
My lil’ bitch so spoiled
I rub her down in oil
I got money now you know it
Diamonds on my teeth
Your shit look like foil
Chris Brown said these hoes ain’t loyal
None of these hoes got no morals
All my niggas G’ed up
My glasses be Dita
Never thought it would be days I could kick my feet up
Never though that she would need me that much if I leave her
[Hook]
It do not matter
Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smoking that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster
Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smoking that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster
Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smoking that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster

[Verse 2]
All it is is faction, no time for acting, all this money lasting
Like go out to eat, get that blackened salmon
When I’m with my girl we’re Pharrell and Vashtie
That mean we are not lasting
In that pussy you know I like it rough, then I’m just blasting
Tell that lil bitch that I’m really from Mars, bitch do not start
Pull up my car automatic, dealt with a star

[Hook]
It do not matter
Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smoking that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster
Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smoking that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster

Marc E. Bassy – You & Me lyrics

[Verse 1: Marc E. Bassy]
Girl you party all the time
Don’t let me stay on your mind
Adderall and cheap wine
Just to stay awake in conversation
We were always so damn insecure
So how could we ever know for sure
Disregard the way I know we feel
That would make this city way too real

[Chorus: Marc E. Bassy]
If we bump into each other
On a crowded street
It’s not us no more
It’s just you and me
We’re just strangers in passing casually
It’s not us no more
It’s just you and me
[Verse 2: Marc E. Bassy]
The shirt on my back with the rips
Gems in my golden necklace
You didn’t give me none of this
There’s nothing for me to miss
We were too young on the day we met
How could we say we would not forget
And in the shadows there’s a place for us
Somewhere hidden they can’t find our love
Don’t let ’em know

[Chorus: Marc E. Bassy]
If we bump into each other
On a crowded street
It’s not us no more
It’s just you and me
We’re just strangers in passing casually
It’s not us no more
It’s just you and me

[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
Eazy, and these days it’s just you and me
This shit is dead and gone, it’s not what it used to be
Someone give a eulogy
I know I’m hard headed and I might of acted foolishly
But you the one to hold us down usually
We was in a limbo
But of all people you ain’t have to fuck with him though
That was my homie I had gave y’all the intro
Some things fall apart and some get thrown out the window
Remember when we first met we might’ve been too young
But we was from The Bay so we both was going too dumb
I used to be the one for you now you got a new one
So till the next lifetime, maybe we can do some’n
Eazy

[Hook: Marc E. Bassy]
If we bump into each other
On a crowded street
It’s not us no more
It’s just you and me
We’re just strangers in passing casually
It’s not us no more It’s just you and me

[Outro: Marc E. Bassy]
If we bump into each other
On a crowded street
It’s not us no more

21 Savage & Metro Boomin – X lyrics

[Bridge: 21 Savage]
10 bad bitches in a mansion
Wrist on Milly Rock them diamonds on me dancin’
When you workin’ hard then your money start expandin’
I got model bitches wanna lick me like some candy
And them drugs come in handy

Last name Savage bitch, but no I’m not Randy
Hit her with no condom, had to make her eat a plan B
And I’m sippin’ on that Codeine, not Brandy

[Hook: 21 Savage]
I’m just stuntin’ on my ex-bitch
I’m just flexin’ on my ex-bitch
Hold up, I’m just stuntin’ on my ex-bitch
Hold up, I’m just flexin’ on my ex-bitch
Fuck a wedding ring, I bought a necklace
Diamonds got the flu, try not to catch this
I left that ho alone ’cause she was ratchet
All these bitches salty, they can’t stand me

[Verse 1: 21 Savage + Future]
Flexin’ on that bitch, hold up, flexin’ on my ex-bitch
Bought a necklace on that bitch, turn up
Her friend gon’ lick me like a fruit roll up
She in her feelins’ on the ‘Gram, grow up
21, flexin’ on that bitch, hold up
I ain’t textin’ back that bitch, hold up
I ain’t stressin’ bout that bitch, hold up
21 gon’ get the stick, hold up
Hold up, hold up, bitch I like to ball
Hold up, hold up, without no weave, you bald
Hold up, bitch I spent your rent inside the mall
Told her she got a nigga but he broke, she lost
Hold up, at this private location
Hold up, put her back in rotation
Hold up, bitches on me, immigration
Hold up, goin’ through the translations

[Hook: 21 Savage]
I’m just stuntin’ on my ex-bitch
I’m just flexin’ on my ex-bitch
Hold up, I’m just stuntin’ on my ex-bitch
Hold up, I’m just flexin’ on my ex-bitch
Fuck a wedding ring, I bought a necklace
Diamonds got the flu, tryin’ not to catch this
I left that ho alone ’cause she was ratchet
All these bitches salty, they can’t stand me

[Verse 2: 21 Savage + Future]
Hold up, bitch my Rolex on fleek
Hold up, bitch my diamonds on fleek
Hold up, I got gold on my teeth
Hold up, you got Rainbow on your feet?
Hold up, corny niggas don’t impress me
Hold up, never let a bitch dress me
Hold up, can’t no motherfuckin’ judge check me
Hold up, I don’t give a fuck about no ring
Hold up, money make my old bitches hate me
Hold up, bitch you still stay on Section-8
Hold up, my new bitch wetter than a lake
Hold up, and she love to let me paint her face
Hold up, fell in love with some good throat
Hold up, fell in love with some good throat
Hold up, ripped them confidential papers up
Hold up, you done made me wake my savage up

[Hook: 21 Savage]
I’m just stuntin’ on my ex-bitch
I’m just flexin’ on my ex-bitch
Hold up, I’m just stuntin’ on my ex-bitch
Hold up, I’m just flexin’ on my ex-bitch
Fuck a wedding ring, I bought a necklace
Diamonds got the flu, tryin’ not to catch this
I left that ho alone ’cause she was ratchet
All these bitches salty, they can’t stand me

[Bridge: 21 Savage]
10 bad bitches in a mansion
Wrist on Milly Rock them diamonds on me dancin’
When you workin’ hard then your money start expandin’

[Outro: Future]
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
And them drugs come in handy
Last name Hendrix bitch, you know I’m no Jimi
Hit ’em with no condoms, ship her right quick out the country
And I’m sippin’ codeine, tats all on my stomach

Dj ESCO – Too Much Sauce lyrics

[Intro: Future]
That’s too much sauce
That’s too much sauce

[Hook: Future]
Patek Philippe, the plain one
That’s too much sauce
Hermes in the A
That’s too much sauce
They let me know before I was famous
I had too much sauce
Audemars, Hublot now
That’s too much sauce
That’s too much sauce
Got too much sauce
That’s too much sauce
I got too much sauce
Patek Philippe, the plain one
That’s too much sauce
Got diamonds on all on my fingers
That’s too much sauce
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, all of my diamonds they shine
Haters like “knock that off”
All of your diamonds are fake, need to stop that dawg
You really kissin’ that girl like she ain’t top me though
Shaquille O’Neal with the haters cause I’m blockin’ y’all
Yeah, yeah, that’s too much sauce
Rockin’ VLONE when I’m rockin’ Off-White (That’s too much sauce)
Yeah, she smile at me on her teeth with that ice (That’s too much sauce)
Smokin’ that gas got me high like a kite
Too much sauce
Diamonds they look like Dasani huh, more like Voss
That boy saw my chain, he said “what’s the cost?”, aye
You wanna know the amount? Can you count?

[Hook: Future]
Patek Philippe, the plain one
That’s too much sauce
Hermes in the A
That’s too much sauce
They let me know before I was famous
I had too much sauce
Audemars, Hublot now
That’s too much sauce
That’s too much sauce
Got too much sauce
That’s too much sauce
I got too much sauce
Patek Philippe, the plain one
That’s too much sauce
Got diamonds on all of my fingers
That’s too much sauce

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Too much sauce
Diamonds they look like the Dasani, more like Voss
Young man, young man, young man turned myself right to a boss, yeah
Like yeah, coppin’ no matter the cost, like yeah
(That’s too much sauce)
Fuck that bitch and her friend right in my Benz (Too much sauce)
Think me and Future fucked on the same twins, damn
Wait, now i’m getting money
Niggas actin’ like they been knew us, aye
Fake energy don’t move us
Diamonds they wide like a cougar
Diamonds they straight from the jeweler
Drugs got me lost like Bermuda

[Hook: Future]
Patek Philippe, the plain one
That’s too much sauce
Hermes in the A
That’s too much sauce
They let me know before I was famous
I had too much sauce
Audemars, Hublot now
That’s too much sauce
Got too much sauce
That’s too much sauce
I got too much sauce
Patek Philippe, the plain one
Got diamonds on all of my fingers
That’s too much sauce

DJ Khaled – I Got The Keys lyrics

[Intro]
DJ Khaled: We The Best music!
Jay Z: Oh, this what we doin’ here
DJ Khaled: Another one!
Jay Z: I’ma have to put my jewelry on for this one
Future: Wraith talk, Wraith talk
Oh, we talkin’ that Wraith talk
Safe talk, safe talk, here we go talkin’ that safe talk
DJ Khaled: Major key alert!
Jay Z: Oh, we good now
Future: Major bag alert
DJ Khaled: DJ Khaled!

[Hook: Future]
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
We go to court, we gon’ plead the fifth
I know the judge, I’ma shoot him some chips
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
[Verse 1: Jay Z]
Niggas always asking me the key
‘Til you own your own you can’t be free
‘Til you’re on your own you can’t be me
How we still slaves in 2016?
Key to life, keep a bag comin’
Every night another bag comin’
I ain’t been asleep since ’96
I ain’t seen the back of my eyelids
I been speedin’ through life with no safety belt
One on one with the corner, with no safety help
I perform like Josh Norman, I ain’t normal, nigga
Just a project nigga out in Beverly Hills, California, nigga
That Wraith talk, that’s foreign, nigga
Special cloth talk here
All my niggas from the mud damn near
All my niggas millionares
We gon’ take it there, I swear
You gon’ think a nigga’s psychic
You ain’t seen nothin’ like this
I should probably copyright this
I promise they ain’t gonna like this

[Hook: Future]
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
We go to court, we gon’ plead the fifth
I know the judge, I’ma shoot him some chips
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys

[Post-Hook: Future]
Radar, radar on, bitches ain’t even on my radar
Radar, radar on, on, you ain’t on my radar
Radar, radar, no, no, you hatin’ on my radar
No, no, you bitches ain’t, bitches ain’t even on my radar

[Verse 2: Jay Z]
I got a bag for lawyers, like, “Fuck your charges!”
Hop out the courtroom, like, “What charges?”
Big pimpin’ on your court steps
Case y’all ain’t notice, I ain’t lost yet
Y’all know it’s one of one
Soon as you hear that uh, uh, uh
Y’all know the difference right
From rap facts and fiction, right?
Real life I’m like HOV
Real life I’m life goals
In real life they’re like me?
In real life I’m like, “No.”
My swag different, that bag different
My wife Beyoncé, I brag different
My baby Blue (What else?) I dream in color (What else?)
That’s too much flavor (What else?) I don’t rap to suckas (Ha!)
God bless you all, I only talk special talk
I only talk special cloth
Said I only talk special, ah!

[Hook: Future]
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
We go to court, we gon’ plead the fifth
I know the judge, I’ma shoot him some chips
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys

[Post-Hook: Future]
Radar, radar on, bitches ain’t even on my radar
Radar, radar on, on, you ain’t on my radar
Radar, radar, no, no, you hatin’ on my radar
No, no, you bitches ain’t, bitches ain’t even on my radar

[Interlude: DJ Khaled & Future]
I got the keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys to all success!
I got the keys, keys, keys
We the best!
I got the keys, keys, keys
Roc Nation! Freebandz!
Secure the bag alert
Alert, alert, alert, alert, alert, alert
Alert, alert, alert, alert, we got ’em alert

[Hook: Future]
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
We go to court, we gon’ plead the fifth
I know the judge, I’ma shoot him some chips
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys