Dounia – Shyne

[Verse 1]
I can only watch for so long, before I get uncomfortable
The centerfold, I gotta be, pay attention, see
I’m terribly offended they’re commending mediocrity
Are we honestly praising this commodity? You call yourself an artist, stop, don’t get me started
Stop, don’t get me started
Not much of a drinker ’cause shit keeps spillin’ out
And I can hold my liquor, but I can’t hold my mouth
I can’t hold my tonuge, it lashes when it wants
I’ll blame it on the a-a-a-a-ambiance
Blame it on the excess clouding up my lenses
Finishing my sentence
My favorite kind of vengeance is gettin’ paid
Look back at rejection, and what it made
[Chorus]
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma sneak up from behind, skip the whole line on ’em
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma do it like I’m tryin’, flex in due time on ’em
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma sneak up from behind, skip the whole line on ’em
I might just pull a new vibe on ’em
Fuck a wave, I might pull a new tide on ’em
[Verse 2]
I’m makin’ shit that’s honest, ain’t a product for a profit
Yeah my mind ain’t on my wallet
You won’t hear it ‘less I wrote it
It’s wack then I’ll dispose it
The standard that I’ll be setting is the standard I’m upholding
No silver spoon, shit just made me golden
I see your cards and I ain’t folding
I got a million in the molding, ’cause art takes time
And money it supply peace of mind
[Chorus]
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma sneak up from behind, skip the whole line on ’em
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma do it like I’m tryin’, flex in due time on ’em
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma sneak up from behind, skip the whole line on ’em
I might just pull a new vibe on ’em
Fuck a wave, I might pull a new tide on ’em
[Bridge]
I’ma pull a new tide on ’em
I’ma pull a new vibe on ’em
I’ma pull a new tide on ’em
Fuck a wave, I might pull a new tide on ’em

[Verse 3]
I ain’t in it for the money, I’ll get it when it’s ready
Take it back to my place, for conversation, Henny
For now I’m shooting campaigns in L.A. with some baddies
Yeah, with some baddies
Win the lotto, be a model, both funny concepts
Made my way in for some bread, yeah I finessed
Now I’m takin’ photos for some studio time
Couldn’t make it by when I worked the 9 to 5
In SoHo, with my eyes low
Closing shift got me lookin’ loco
IPhone with the glass broke
And my money barely seemed to get me back home
Yeah we gonna move to Jersey for your senior year
Quick, turn off the TV ’cause the landlord here
You still gotta take the train though, go to school in Queens
And get an education so you can live in Queens
‘Cause I ain’t got the means, your mama gettin’ tired
And when they ask what I do I honestly wanna lie
Ranking ain’t too high
Don’t end up where I am, promise me that you’ll try
I know you wanna sing, you can do that on the side
It ain’t about the money, it’s more about the pride
But I hope I make you proud still, mama
Hope I hold a Grammy up like a diploma
And when I do go to school, have my bread up
We’ve been in debt enough
We’ve been stressed enough
Been in debt enough, fuck
[Chorus]
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma sneak up from behind, skip the whole line on ’em
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma do it like I’m tryin’, flex in due time on ’em
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma sneak up from behind, skip the whole line on ’em
I might just pull a new vibe on ’em
Fuck a wave, I might pull a new tide on ’em

Tyga – Move To L.A. (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend with your best friend
You should move to L.A. but you get whatever you like
TY, he get you the keys tonight
Just get on your flight

[Chorus Ty Dolla $ign]
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
Yeah, you know it’s only right
Uh, you know it’s only right
[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign & Tyga]
Know it’s only right
9 to 5, 5 to 9, all the time
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. [Intro]
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
9 to 5, 5 to 9, all the time
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
Yeah, you know it’s only right
Uh, you know it’s only right
[Verse 1: Tyga]
Now, [?] be the man, wanna see you doin’ good
I don’t wanna get rich, leave you in the hood
Girl, in my eyes, you the baddest
The reason why I love you
You don’t like me, kill my status
I see you livin’ average, I’d be offended
If they see you with me, they gon’ wanna take pictures
Bitch so bad, I hope they get your face in it
I’m just tryna Jay Leno, you know, stay up late with you
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
Get you a condo and a new Benz
Bad girl, bad girl, baddest girl
Eatin’ Whole Foods but ya got a fatty, girl
She call me lil daddy, she a daddy’s girl
I let her breathe, whoo
Then I tell her, "Get back at it, girl"

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
Yeah, you know it’s only right
Uh, you know it’s only right
[Verse 2: Tyga & Ty Dolla $ign]
Hey mama, won’t you come to T [?]
Keep you in Chanel ’cause the devil wear Prada
In the Maybach, then I smoke the cigara
You should move to L.A., I think I see your baby father
Here go the number to mi casa
Crib like Pablo, I got the whole enchilada
Once you pop in, it ain’t no stoppin’
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Take you on tour, I can tell you was meant for me
If they ask who your man, you should mention me
I throw a chain on you, then make you sing for me
And you like to smoke when you drink and we be frustrated, oh baby
When our signals get crossed, I hate it
‘Cause the more you treat me royal, I adore you
That’s why I don’t mind doing all these things for you
It’s only right we spend our lonely nights
In the ‘Rari down Sunset, revving them pipes
I ain’t T.I. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A.

Lyrica Anderson – Don’t Take It Personal

Baby look at all the damage
Show me what makes you different
Baby, this is how they made me
I ain’t changing
[Chorus]
That’s why I do you wrong
So don’t take it personal
Don’t take it personal
I do this to everyone
So just don’t take it personal
Don’t take it personal
[Bridge]
Yeah, I got my guard up
Yeah, I got my guard up
Letting it down is hard though
Letting it down is hard though
Boy you gotta show me, show me, show me
Why I should give you loyalty
[Chorus]
That’s why I do you wrong
So don’t take it personal
Don’t take it personal
I do this to everyone
So just don’t take it personal
Don’t take it personal
But I don’t wanna do you wrong
So don’t take it personal, (don’t take, don’t take)
Don’t take it personal (don’t take)
I do this to everyone
So just don’t take it personal
Don’t take it personal

[Outro]
Uoo, Yeah, yeah! Don’t take, don’t take
Don’t take, don’t take [Verse 1]
I know you probably hate me
For always fucking with your head
I just don’t know if you want me
Or if you’re really after my bread
I do this to everyone
So, don’t feel special, yeah! Don’t get comfortable in my bed
After we done ain’t nothin’ to be said
Probably the perfect one
But I won’t change out
Never believe you when you say I’m the only one
[Chorus]
That’s why I do you wrong
So don’t take it personal
Don’t take it personal
I do this to everyone
So just don’t take it personal
Don’t take it personal
[Verse 2]
You said that you wanna ride
Wanna stick right beside me
Sayin’ all the things I like
How do I know you not lyin’?

Nef The Pharaoh – Bling Blaow (feat. Slimmy B)

I can not see ’em in the dark
Lil shrimpie it ain’t a compliment I’m calling you a mork
[?] better all the hoes fatter
My neck is on (wow) your nack is on (shut up)
You the type type of nigga who is scared of the diamond testin’
And I’m the type of the nigga that fuck your bitch out from that slum
You sick with the soda left it took you over
You got your jewellery from the middle of the mall
I see you post it
It go twinckle-twinckle punk ass star (punk ass star)
Hope that your diamonds don’t hit that hard
My shit hit like a Pimp on his broad
My shit hit like basin a crowd
She try to [?]
I don’t need a flash torch I use my chain in the dark (whoa)
[Hook: Nef The Pharaoh]
Look at my neck bling blaow
Wow
(x8) [Intro: Nef The Pharaoh]
Still smokin’ this fear woods
(wrigh wright wright wright)
[Verse 1: Nef The Pharaoh]
Bitch look at my motherfuckin’ neck (at my neck)
She see me in the traffic and she wrack
These rapper niggas want some money come stratch
Make one false move and get left (pow pow pow)
You was pissed up with no rec time
While I was at the bank like is check time
Chang the barber,bitch I cut every line
[?]
You pussy boys smell like hella period
With the gold [?] you can’t be serious (what da fuck)
Fake thugs don’t play no fearness
The only one I fear ain’t even hearin’ us
Icy neck full of rocks
Bitch I wear what made the titanic stop
Where was you at when we was gettin on cops
From tryina stop niggas cack, like literally shit
[Hook: Nef The Pharaoh]
Look at my neck bling blaow
Wow
(x8)
[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
Why your bottom bitch got a nigga a neck froze? he won’t make it
Where your diamonds at? Diamonds changin colors like a gecko
Bling-Blaow B.B.S make my chest go
Fake nigga, snake nigga,thuggin’ like they take gold
When I put that bullshit
Now all his chest gone
For a long time I was the same nigga slept on
9, 50 eat this bro
Bitches gat stabbed on
And all my nigga Chang Chang holla at that [?]
Real norf nigga never been adored nigga
Why fuck with y’all? You the type [?]
Look at undercity I’m like droptop Porsche nigga
Four Five [?] bounce on [?]
Tha’t on B, bitch if you ain’t gang don’t pronounce it
Jiggling for them Ps nigga we don’t flip ounces
[Nef the Pharaoh]
It’s money over here bro please don’t come around
[Slimmy B]
Diamonds like water I got a young nigga drowning
[Hook: Nef The Pharaoh]
Look at my neck bling blaow
Wow
(x8)
[Verse 3. Nef The Pharaoh]
Shining like a cristal ball I’m feel the break dance
Nigga test me?

Snoop Dogg – Trash Bags (feat. K Camp)

[Intro: Female Voice]
You gotta come to [?] right now
It’s poppin’, [??] money left to right
I say you bring that bag
Music Major
[Hook: K Camp & Snoop Dogg]
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Count that up, count that up, count that up
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Twenties, count that
Hundreds, count that
Dollars, count that
Money, count that
Paper
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Passion, Angy, Keshia, Brandy
Tangy, paradise, obsession and candy
Lily, butterfly
What are you, what am I? Bella, Lauren, Linda Rose
On the stage, on the pole
Oceanate, Pina Colada
At the top, on the bottom
Ace of diamonds, keep ’em shinin’
Crazy girls oh yeah we got ’em
Daisy it’s crazy, and so as the home gon’ red
Don’t fuck around when it come around to pickin’ up that bread
It’s yours
[Hook: K Camp & Snoop Dogg]
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Count that up, count that up, count that up
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Twenties, count that
Hundreds, count that
Dollars, count that
Money, count that
Paper
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Peaches and Desiree, baby girl that’s from the A
KeKe and Showtime, there’s no time like today
Champagne, Tyra, Coco and Chocolate
Stina and Devina, I’m lovin’ how ya’ll poppin’ it
XO, Hennessy, Patrón and lime after
Baby say, "roll the J", tangerine with pineapple
Daisy it’s crazy, and so as the home gon’ red
Don’t fuck around when it come around to pickin’ up that bread
It’s yours
[Hook: K Camp]
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Count that up, count that up, count that up
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that

[Outro: K Camp]
Count that, count that, count that, count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that

Mozzy – Afraid (feat. DCMBR)

[Verse 1 – Mozzy]
I was pouring until it ran out
Type of nigga got his hand out
My youngin thirsty for a man down
Youngin thirsty for a man down
Unless I tell that lil nigga, "stand down"
That’s a murder, yeah, he tryna swap out his burner
Yeah, I’m tryna help him get further
Yeah, lately been doing these numbers
Working and working you know I deserve it
Yeah, my future was never for certain
We had to use dish liquid for detergent
Yeah, pop a whole lot of perkys
Yeah, still idolize David A Perkins
Yeah, make it drizzle while she twerkin’
Gang tatted on the bitch in cursive
Word, first one out there on the first
Word, keep a bundle on my person
Word, keep a thumper on my person
Nigga say the scale tweakin tryna work us
Yeah, I got a mean rap I had to earn it
Niggas really putting work for this surface
Got a mean rap I had to earn it
Four finger banging bitch this the murders
Nigga really putting work for this surface

[Hook – DCMBR]
I do or die for this shit
I flooded all my chains because they want me in the grave
They don’t want me rich
Did it all with my wrist
I did it all by breaking down and weighing up and serving all who need a fix
I ain’t afraid
I ain’t afraid
How far we came to live this way
My goons we straight
I ain’t afraid
I ain’t afraid
To die today cause I made my way
I stayed the same
Can’t never change, won’t ever change
No
[Verse 2 – Mozzy]
You know I ran out of dope
Finna cook some more
Hoe broke as shit, she ain’t put me on
Dirty ass black hoodie put it on
And you know exactly who we looking for
Couldn’t find him so he finna live some more
I was taking trips, why you wouldn’t go
Kicked a 100 doors, how you end up broke
Ya I fucked your bitch, I ain’t kiss her though
Fuck with Akhiana shit we trippin though
Fuck you bitchin for, shut up listen hoe
I love you niggas, I let all the shooters know
Make no mistake, it’s who I do it for
10k or better just to do a show
And I keep it cloudy in the coupe alone
And I’m liable to slither through alone
When you God’s child you can move alone
Do it three way for my little bro
When this bitch answer I’ma mute the phone
Drug dealer dreams we was moving zones
Nerves bad baby I can barely roll
Damn Nem can’t believe you niggas gone
Damn Perk can’t believe you niggas gone
Damn Zoe can’t believe you niggas gone
Damn Deezy can’t believe you niggas gone
[Hook – DCMBR]
I do or die for this shit
I flooded all my chains because they want me in the grave
They don’t want me rich
Did it all with my wrist
I did it all by breaking down and weighing up and serving all who need a fix
I ain’t afraid
I ain’t afraid
How far we came to live this way
My goons we straight
I ain’t afraid
I ain’t afraid
To die today cause I made my way
I stayed the same
Can’t never change, won’t ever change
No
[Outro – Mozzy]
Do or die for this shit
Suicidal we shoot up the ride
Nigga fire off the whole clip
Do or die for this shit
Yeah, suicidal we shoot up the ride
Nigga fire off the whole clip

DJ Holiday – Wassup Wid It (feat. 2 Chainz)

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Bitch, bitch talkin’ ’bout
You ain’t thinkin’ ’bout me
I said naw, no stress
Got the cashflow with my vain bitch
Shawty, how you gettin’ home
I’m good, I’m fine
Do you wanna sip wine? Sometimes I do
Codeine in the fridge
Right there by the vegetables
Had to tell my kids
Tell ’em what goin’ on
This a real damn song
It’s a real damn facts
Billboard off the net
Yeah, I might have a birthday party in the middle of Saks
Came up off the sacks
From outta town, we gon’ tax
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout the dentist, nigga, when I say I got plaques
Some gold, some plat’s
Got my son hair in plaits
Got my daughter’s hair pressed
Let you know I ain’t stressin’
Yeah, I graduated on ’em
Got degree, I’m flexin’
Got my masters in cappin’
Got my doctorates in shoppin’
Treat the pussy like a punchin’ bag
Said I wanna go boxin’
[Hook: 2 Chainz]
Uh, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Wassup, wassup with it
We can go bar for bar
We can go car for car
We can go star for star
We can go ring for ring
She gonna off the bra
I’ma jack somethin’ like Randy
She don’t wear panties for daddy
My auntie stayed off a camera
Answer the door with a hammer
Promise we didn’t had no chimney
Then I believin’ in Santa
How he gon’ come at my shit
I put some thought in that shit
I put some rock in that shit
They steady takin’ they shot
I’m steady blockin’ they shit
This that provocative shit
You pockets Bugs Bunny ears
Mine so damn deep
You can see Ben Franklin swim
Yeah, money grow on trees, nigga
I least have me a limb
Anthin’ rap where I’m from
Street side, I leave have a M
[Hook: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it

Eli Sostre – Drama

[Verse]
Do you dirty
Deep down you know this shit make you nervous
Bulletproof many niggas couldn’t hurt us
I’m protecting all my blessings that’s for certain
Fuck the stars that you been with this the real
Hold it down if I fall you know the drill
I’ve been looking in your eyes I see the signs
Nevermind I put the phone on decline
Oh
[Hook]
Yeah I might call you back (Oh)
But I ain’t got no time for all the drama
Yeah I just might run back to her
See I just got no time for all the drama
Yeah I might call you back (Oh)
See I ain’t got no time for all the drama
Yeah I just might run back (Yeah, yeah)
I ain’t got no time for all the drama
[Instrumental Break]
[Hook]
Yeah I might call you back (Oh)
But I ain’t got no time for all the drama
I just might run back to her
See I just got no time for all the drama
Yeah I might call you back (Oh)
See I ain’t got no time for all the drama
Yeah I just might run back (Yeah, yeah)
I ain’t got no time for all the drama

Mir Fontane – All Eyez On Me

[Hook]
All Eyes On Me
I can’t walk around wit all this Ice on me
I come from the Jungle tryna move out to a beach
Cuz the snakes from the grass found they way into the streets
And all eyes on me
Loyal to my niggas, give af about police
You gotta be humble just to make it out the East
Look at all them dead babies in the belly of the beast
[Verse 1]
I be gettin to the chicken and the broccoli
Prolli why these pussy niggas wanna stop me
It’s Obvi
This ain’t what you want don’t even try me
I done seen how fast a robbery could be a homi
Can’t tell you how to live but I can show you dead bodies
When we low on tree still crack the roaches roll a Zombie
Brodie poppin pills he got the plug from Mr. Cosby
Hate when he pop pills cuz he act crazy wit the niney
I come from the side in the hood is where you find me
Niggas kill ya wife and snatch ya baby like Harambe
You think this a game this shit way more like Jumanji
Pigs grab the rats and they start singing like Ashanti
It’s crazy these single ladies wanna have my baby
These niggas want me to sign em
They think I’m Jay Z
They eyeing they think I made it I think I’m trying
My hometown, that’s like my mother
My city dying
[Hook]
All Eyes On Me
I can’t walk around wit all this Ice on me
I come from the Jungle tryna move out to a beach
Cuz the snakes from the grass found they way into the streets
And all eyes on me
Loyal to my niggas, give af about police
You gotta be humble just to make it out the East
Look at all them dead babies in the belly of the beast
[Verse 2]
And you could never understand me
I jus wanna win a Grammy do it for my family
Fish tacos lasagna and shrimp scampi
Bitch I run my city and I never pulled a hammy
I don’t do no E pills or pop zannys
Club full of Moeshas sippin on Brandy
All of my ex loves they can’t stand me
Prolli cuz I blew up when they abandon me
Kush in my system got me faded
You held all the cards, I’m jus mad how you played it
I made Frank and I still ain’t ya favorite
You still still wondering how a nigga made it
Maybe cuz the flow so outer space bitch ooouuu
You can keep the pussy gimme face bitch oouuu
Young nigga made it out the matrix
I had a dream and I’m glad I chose to chase this oouuu

Lil Peep – Benz Truck Pt. 2

When you comin’ back? [Chorus]
Baby call me up, tryna fuck
Cause she know I’m finna get the Benz truck
Good luck mothafucka
I was in the cut gettin sucked from another bitch
Pop another bean, had to double up my cup and shit
Call me up tryna fuck
Cause she know that I’ve been gettin’ to the bucks
Good luck mothafucka
Back of the club, fucked up on some other shit
All I ever wanted was a Benz and a bad bitch
[Verse]
All I ever wanted was a friend
All I ever wanted was a brand new Benz truck
Now I wonder where my friends gon’ end up
Money don’t help with the pain, where the drugs at? Make a few racks, call the plug back
She like baby, where you goin’? I’ma be away for a month
When I get back we can fuck
I’ma be away for a lifetime
Everything I say at the right time
Givin girls cocaine, white wine
Everyone afraid of my lifestyle

[Chorus]
Baby call me up, tryna fuck
Cause she know I’m finna get the Benz truck
Good luck mothafucka
I was in the cut gettin’ sucked from another bitch
Pop another bean, had to double up my cup and shit
Call me up tryna fuck
Cause she know that I’ve been gettin’ to the bucks
Good luck mothafucka
Back of the club, fucked up on some other shit
All I ever wanted was a Benz and a bad bitch

Rich The Kid – New Freezer (feat. Kendrick Lamar)

Talkin’ to Top about business again
He want a lot with new Bentleys again
I want some top from like two sets of twins
Twinny twin twins, yeah, yeah
Ayy, bitch (bitch), where your friends? [Intro: Rich The Kid]
Ayy, new freezer
You know what it was when you synced up, ayy
Dat way, yuh, yuh, yeah dat way
[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (ooh)
I don’t need her (huh?)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (yuh)
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (bitch)
I don’t need her (huh?)
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (bitch)
New freezer (new freezer)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (new freezer)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (dat way)
[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Ooh, money way (money)
Diamonds, flexin’ (flex, woo)
I woke up rich, spend a grip on a necklace (yuh)
I put the plug on three way (plug)
Maserati go speed race (yeah)
Drop a baby on a bitch face (woah)
More ice flexin’ this way (ice)
We put the world on the wave (the wave)
Don’t give a fuck ’cause I’m paid (woo)
More Act in a lemonade (Act)
The pharmacy knowin’ my name (my name)
I fuck that bitch ’cause she bougie (she bougie)
She suck my dick in the movies (yuh)
Trap jumpin’ like 23
She a foreign lil’ freak (freak)
[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (woo)
I don’t need her (bitch)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (woo)
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (bitch)
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (bitch)
New freezer (woah)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (what up?)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (ooh, yuh, yuh)
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Big shot, hollup, wait
Peanut butter insides
Look, outside
Cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles)
Rule of the day, get a view every day
Get a bitch with a tan by the pool every day
Get a clique with a plan, give a jewel every day
I never sleep, I gotta eat, I gotta dance
I Milly Rock when I get that advance
How can I shop with like 64 M’s? Yeah, yeah
(Hollup) Switch (hollup) she want in, yeah, yeah
Ball ’em in, fallin’ in bundles of flowers like Parliament
Never know, big dawg like ours

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (woo)
I don’t need her (bitch)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (woo)
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (bitch)
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (bitch)
New freezer (woah)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (what up?)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (ooh, yuh, yuh)

Pia Mia – New Balance (Jhene Aiko Cover)

[Intro]
I can’t put my finger on it
I don’t know, it’s weird
It feels like I’ve known you my whole life
I know what it is
You remind me of my brother
[Verse 1]
Most of us are angry
Most of us are strangely
More alike than we’d like to believe
Most of us are empty
Most of us are simply
More alive in the scenes of our dreams
[Chorus]
Then there’s you
You’ve got something I’ve been wanting, oooh
You’re so new
Oooh
You’re my salvage, you’re my balance, oooh
You’re so new
[Verse 2]
Most of us are hurting
Most of us are searching
Someone to love
Someone to understand
Most the time I’m fighting
Multiple voices residing
In my head
[Chorus]
Then there’s you
You bring silence to my violent truth
Yes you do
Oooh
You’re my salvage, you’re my balance, oooh
You’re so new
[Verse 3]
It hit me like a tidal wave
Knew that I was in love with you right away, yeah
Turned all my days into brighter days
Even when people say what we do is not okay
According to what the people say, yeah
Who cares what other people say? Man fuck what other people say
I’ma ride for you
Baby, if you gon’ ride for me
Cause I know, yes I know
That what we have is oh so real
And oh I feel so confident in
All you say
When you say
You’ll never leave
You’ll never leave
Please never leave
Yeah, I believe you
Yes, I do
[Verse 4]
Most of all I am thankful
You are just what I prayed for
You are what I was made for
Yes, I’m for sure
Most of all
I just want to mean the most to you
Most of all, baby, I’m just tryna grow with you
I just wanna go with you
Cause you bring so much hope to the picture
Some of us do find the one
To fall in love
And off of the
Fucking face of the Earth with
Some of us do deserve it
A love that’s true and perfect
Some of us been through it all before
Some of us do still come back for more

Gunplay – So Trill

[Intro]
I can’t feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes
[Verse 1]
I’m certified, fuck what you heard about
Heard about how he got murdered through the word of mouth
Robbed the wrong nigga’, might as well have murked himself
Knife to the windpipe and you could skip the shells
They paid [?]
Fighting demons all the time, another title bout
Another win, another loss, it’s more to write about
Chain smoking on the Porsche, can’t put the lighter down
My future lookin’ like it’s sucka’ free (yup)
My new pretty Phillippino bitch is such a freak
She wanna love me, but she told me that I’m such a [peak?]
I pick her up, I knock her down, won’t see much of me
[Chorus]
Shit’s so trill sometimes
Out here in these fields sometimes
That I can’t even feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes
Shit’s so trill sometimes
Out here in these fields sometimes
That I can’t even feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes
[Verse 2]
I won’t apologize for praising dollar signs
Trying to make my commas cry, fantasizing homicides
This a blessin’ in my hood, no vest and I survived
Drum squad on the way, you know what that’s about
[?] to the ceiling
Table full of villains, choppin’ up some [?]
Just capers and some killings
Soldiers and lieutenants
Porches and new Benzes
Even though it seems senseless, I keep swingin’ for the fences
On a mission for the million, I don’t need me no dilemas
Feds been watchin’ since TV’s had antennas
They tryin’ thread the needle, but them people can’t pin us
But the task force won’t stop ’til the task finished (forever)
[Chorus]
Shit’s so trill sometimes
Out here in these fields sometimes
That I can’t even feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes
Shit’s so trill sometimes
Out here in these fields sometimes
That I can’t even feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes
[Outro]
(So trill, so trill)
I can’t feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes
(So trill, so trill)

Shit’s so trill sometimes
Out here in these fields sometimes
That I can’t even feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes
Shit’s so trill sometimes
Out here in these fields sometimes
That I can’t even feel sometimes

Fetty Wap & Fli Fetti – Gotta Blast

[Intro: Fetty Wap]
Free that boy [?]
[Verse 1: Fetty Wap]
Gang with me, we ain’t talkin’ cash, this a rollie
If yo’ bitch roll me let her roll my chain for the hell of it
Sticks with me he could fuck yo ho if she sell a dick
Fetty, we get Fetti it don’t matter how you spellin’ it
Yeah, pull up to a spot like what is up, nigga
I got shootas’ with me in the cut, nigga
He be dead before I hit the floor, nigga
On the hood, this ain’t what he want, nigga
Keep a 50 with me in the trunk, nigga
Put the [?], nigga
Wouldn’t give a fuck if a slug hit ya
All this money I just get a rush nigga
When the money came I fell in love wit her
You know I fell in love [?]
[Verse 2: Fli Fetti]
Ay
I know these niggas feel some type of way
But all they do is hop up on the internet and type away
I ain’t the type
Unfinished

Craig David – Heartline (In The Live Lounge) (Live)

I’d be breakin’ every rule I ever made, but
Guess it’s a good time to start
[Refrain]
I don’t even know you, know you, know you
But girl, I think I love you, love you, love you
I put my lifeline in your hands (lifeline in your hands)
I already know it’s over, over
Never fightin’ you again, no sir
What I got to lose, I will take a chance
[Pre-Chorus]
Girl I’m not afraid in runnin’ away tonight though
I put my heart on the line for you, I put my heart on the line for you
All my friends think I’m crazy, maybe I’ve lost my mind, but
I put my heart on the line for you, my heart on the line for
[Chorus]
You
I put my heart on the line for you, I put my heart on the line for you
For you
I put my heart on the line for you, my heart on the line for

[Bridge]
Girl, your body’s callin’
Girl, I’m goin’ all in
I put my heart on the line for you, I put my heart on the line for you
And all the stars allignin’
Just like perfect timin’
I put my heart on the line for you, my heart on the line for
[Chorus]
You, oh no
I put my heart on the line for you, I put my heart on the line for you
For you
I put my heart on the line for you, my heart on the line for [Intro]
Mmm, yeah
No, no, yeah
[Verse 1]
Been lookin’ for you in all the wrong places
But I don’t go there no more
Every night seein’ all the same faces
But I ain’t seen you before
[Refrain]
I don’t even know you, know you, know you
But girl, I think I love you, love you, love you
I put my lifeline in your hands (lifeline in your hands)
I already know it’s over, over
Never fightin’ you again, no sir
What I got to lose, I will take a chance
[Pre-Chorus]
Girl I’m not afraid in runnin’ away tonight though
I put my heart on the line for you, I put my heart on the line for you
All my friends think I’m crazy, maybe I’ve lost my mind, but
I put my heart on the line for you, my heart on the line for
[Chorus]
You
I put my heart on the line for you, I put my heart on the line for you
For you
I put my heart on the line for you, my heart on the line for

[Verse 2]
Didn’t come in lookin’ for a situation
But who woulda thought?