KYLE – Playinwitme lyrics

Huh
You’ve been on that new stuff
And I’ve been on the same sh*t
Girl, why are you playin’ with me? Girl, who are you playin’ with? [Chorus: KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ with me? Girl, who are you playin’ with? Yeah
Who, yeah
Yeah
I’ve been on the same sh*t
[Chorus: Kehlani, KYLE, Kehlani & KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ with me? Girl, who are you playin’ with? Girl, who are you playin’ with? You’ve been on that new stuff
I’ve been on the same sh*t
Girl, why are you playin’ with me? (With me, with me)
I don’t got the time for that
Might need me a refund, yeah
I’ma need that time back
[Verse 2: Kehlani]
Damn, why are you playin’ with me? I don’t got the time for that
Might need me a refund (refund)
I’ma need that time back, yeah
[Outro: KYLE]
Da-da-da I don’t got the time for that
Might need me a refund, haha
I’ma need that time back
[Verse 1: KYLE]
You say you’ll try
I’ve heard that lie a thousand times before
I’m not sad, I’m not cryin’
If you mad, that’s fine, but I think that I should go
Yeah, why you tryna play me? Girl, why are you playin’ with me? Girl, who are you playin’ with? You don’t even like girls, ha
So I need you to tell me, baby
What you want just like the Spice Girls
It’s confusin’ ’cause you’re flirty
But you ain’t gon’ be the one to say you ever did me dirty
I got pride for that, pay no mind to that
But believe me, if it’s fire, I’ll make time for that
I’ll be faithful, Johnny Cash, walk the line for that
Otherwise I’ll just be single and I’m fine with that, huh
[Chorus: Kehlani]
Girl, why are you playin’ with me? You’ve been on that new stuff
And I’ve been on the same sh*t
Girl, why are you playin’ with me? You be in it different, you are not bein’ the same-y
You could have had Gucci, but now that’s Old Navy
And your homegirl wanna date me, she shady, baby
[Chorus: KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ with me? [Bridge: Kehlani & KYLE]
Girl, who are you playin’ with? Girl, who are you playin’ with? I ain’t got the time for that
Might need me a refund, yeah
‘Cause I’ma need that time back
[Post-Chorus: KYLE]
Girl, why are you playin’ with me? You’ve been on that new stuff
I’ve been on the same sh*t
Girl, why are you playin’ with me?

Keith Urban – Coming Home lyrics

[Verse 1: Keith Urban]
I wake up feeling, in my soul I’m
Living someone else’s life
I’m turning into concrete, harder than these city streets
But no one even cares if I’m alive
[Pre-Chorus: Keith Urban]
I gotta get it right
Get it right, mmm mmm
[Chorus: Keith Urban]
There’s a place and I know that they all know me
I gotta get back now to the ones who love me
Wrap myself around you, never let you go
There’s nothing in the world that feels like
There’s a place and I know that they all know me
I gotta get back now to the ones who love me
Wrap myself around you, never let you go
There’s nothing in the world that feels like
Coming home, home, home, mmm
Coming home
[Verse 2: Keith Urban]
My mind’s heavy and I can’t sleep, not even a memory
Is good enough to get me through the night, mmm
I’m longing for the real thing, people who know the real me
And always love me back to life
[Pre-Chorus: Keith Urban]
Mmm, I gotta get it right, ooh, yeah
Get it right, ooh, yeah
[Chorus: Keith Urban]
There’s a place and I know that they all know me
I gotta get back now to the ones who love me
Wrap myself around you, never let you go
There’s nothing in the world that feels like
There’s a place and I know that they all know me
I gotta get back now to the ones who love me
Wrap myself around you, never let you go
There’s nothing in the world that feels like
Coming home, home, home, mmm
I’m coming home, home, home, mmm
I’m coming home
[Bridge: Julia Michaels & (Keith Urban)]
And I know it’s only one call away but it’s not the same
Yeah, I know it’s only one call away but it’s not the same (just not the same)
Yeah, I know it’s only one call away but it’s not the same (just not the same)
Yeah, I know it’s only one call away but it’s not the same
[Chorus: Keith Urban & Julia Michaels]
There’s a place and I know that they all know me
I gotta get back now to the ones who love me
Wrap myself around you, never let you go
There’s nothing in the world that feels like (hey)
There’s a place and I know that they all know me
I gotta get back now to the ones who love me
Wrap myself around you, never let you go
There’s nothing in the world that feels like
Coming home
Nothing in the world that feels like
There’s nothing in the world that feels like
I need somewhere to be
My, my
I’m coming home
These sidewalks feel [?]
Home
So many places but there’s none like coming home

Tiara Thomas – Sex Drive Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Baby, tonight you’re the designated driver I’m just riding waves
Switching lanes get off the 405 then pull aside
[Hook]
Let’s talk about my sex drive
And how you look so good just sitting by my left side
And I just got wet
Let’s fuck in the whip real quick
I know we got somewhere to get
I don’t care if it get too lit
I don’t know if I’m wildin’
But I just can’t fight it
I ain’t talking ‘bout mileage when I say wanna ride it
Let’s fuck in the whip real quick
I know we got somewhere to get
I don’t care if it get too lit
[Verse 2]
Taste me
You know that henny turn me to a freak
Let back the seats and bake
It ain’t nothing wrong with exercising
[?]
[Hook]
Let’s talk about my sex drive
And how you look so good just sitting by my left side
And I just got wet
Let’s fuck in the whip real quick
I know we got somewhere to get
I don’t care if it get too lit
I don’t know if I’m wildin’
But I just can’t fight it
I ain’t talking ‘bout mileage when I say wanna ride it
Let’s fuck in the whip real quick
I know we got somewhere to get
I don’t care if it get too lit
[Bridge]
Go ‘head turn the lights off
We could do it with your ice on
Just played you my new shit now we fucking to my song
Ain’t nothing like yo sex
Backseat like oh yes
Straight dripping on the leather when I sip Moet I get mo’ wet
[Outro]
I don’t know if I’m wildin’
But I just can’t fight it
I ain’t talking ‘bout mileage when I say wanna ride it
Let’s fuck in the whip real quick
I know we got somewhere to get
I don’t care if it get too lit
I don’t know if I’m wildin’
But I just can’t fight it, no
Say wanna ride it

Tiara Thomas – Retro 1’s Lyrics

[Hook]
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
Bitch get naked in a foreign
She whip me eggs in the mornin’
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get naked in a foreign
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
She whip me eggs in the mornin’ [Verse 1]
How do I live this sort of life
Pop champagne getting poured all night
I don’t want none of these niggas inside
Getting geeked up with a foreign dyke
[Hook]
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
Bitch get naked in a foreign
She whip me eggs in the mornin’
[Verse 2]
Bitch from the hills name Lauren
[?]
And she don’t like no
Tryna be everywhere I go
Acting like she fell in love
I just took off like a dub
Shawty salty than a mug
But I just ran out of fucks
Yeaaah, you know I got it
Touching on my body
You acting naughty
I like em naughty
That extra sloppy
That ain’t gon’ stop
[Hook]
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
Bitch get naked in a foreign
She whip me eggs in the mornin’
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get naked in a foreign
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
She whip me eggs in the mornin’
[Verse 2]
That bitch from the hood name Keisha
Brown skin and she look like Issa
[?] when I paint her face she look like Mona Lisa
Break down and roll my reefer
I want my cake and eat it
We do this every weekend
No pipe but shawty leaking
Well, you know I got it
Touching on my body
Is that your hobby?

Tiara Thomas – I Can Tell Lyrics

Don’t wanna fuck it up now but it’s true
Yeah, I don’t care like I use to
These niggas just made me vicious now I’m tongue kissing bitches
Making shit life decisions
Just tryna get in position to cross shit off my wishlist
I know you want it too but be careful what you do
‘Cause I do not play by the rules to tell the truth
[Hook]
I know it ain’t all about the wealth
But I rather wipe my tears with hundred dollar bills yeah
I could read your energy well
So if you hope I fail
I could tell, I could tell, I could tell
[Verse 2]
Look I’m up now I gotta go
I could tell you don’t know how to love
You probably fuck it up now and it’s cool
Yeah, cause I be gone before you do
These niggas just wanna touch me so they speaking rubbish
How I know I can fuck with you with no judgement
I might could fall in love with you based on my mood
Tonight I’m on the wave I just took straight shots of the goose
Oooh something just ain’t right
Look me in my eyes and swear the lies don’t hide
Ooh [?] don’t cry
I don’t let it slide because the vibe don’t lie
[Hook]
I know it ain’t all about the wealth
But I rather wipe my tears with hundred dollar bills yeah
I could read your energy well
So if you hope I fail
I could tell, I could tell, I could tell
So if you think it’s hell
I could tell, I could tell, I could tell
I could tell, I could tell, I could tell
It ain’t all about the wealth
But I rather wipe my tears with hundred dollar bills yeah
I could read your energy well
So if you hope I fail
I could tell, I could tell, I could tell
If you think it’s hell
I could tell, I could tell, I could tell
I could tell, I could tell, I could tell [Verse 1]
Look I’m up now I got the feels
Can you tell I don’t know how to deal?

Lil Pump – Gucci Gang (English Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: 21 Savage, Lil Pump, French Montana & *Gucci Mane*]
21, Gucci gang (Lil Pump)
Savage wear a whole lot of Gucci, mane (Montana)
Savage got a whole lot of shooters, mane (brr)
Savage got shooters on the roof, mane (Gucci gang)
Savage got shooters in the booth, mane
That’s it right there, Gnealz
This nigga talkin’ crazy ’bout who, mane? I ain’t even know
Walkin’ out the Gucci store, ’bout to spend a hundred so
Lil’ bitty bitch, with a big booty though
She a dancer but a grade A student though
Pump went to Harvard, well fuck it, I’m goin’ to Yale (Wop)
Free Meek Mill, free all my niggas in jail (jail)
Gucci to death, I’m really a gang by myself (Gucci gang)
Feelin’ myself, tuck in my shirt, show off my belt (it’s Gucci)
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang
Savage wear a whole lot of mothafuckin’ anything
Fuck a wedding ring, side bitch, main bitch
Your bitch, his bitch, Savage fuckin’ everything
Got a snake on my collar, I ain’t rockin’ no diamonds
Y’all lil’ niggas poppin’, that’s chump change
Got an FN and a Draco
But I still fucked around and hit him with the lil’ pump, mane
I Saint Laurent my garments, lil’ bitch, pardon me
You still stay with your mama, lil’ bitch, pardon me
I run through the money like it grow on trees
You can’t afford new hair, you like to hold on weave
Double cup red, huh, just to match my ‘Rari, huh
I don’t even drive it, spent a quarter just to park it
Gucci on my daughter, and she still a toddler
She can barely talk but she know that her dad a baller
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
[Verse 3: French Montana]
(Haaan, Montana!)
Got a lil’ pump under the Gucci, mane (ayy)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (ayy) (Gucci gang)
Was yellin’ “Ha” way before Juvi’, mane (ayy, ayy)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (ayy, ayy)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Kufi gang, diamonds all blue like Hoover gang
Nipsey, Snoop and them
Gucci gang, boomerang, made the block hot
Came through, went popped down south of Gucci Mane
French had the franchise
With a Franchize Boyz white tee, you ain’t like me (haaan)
Nah, you ain’t like me
You ride the wave, you ain’t like me
Cop some chains, you ain’t like me
Made a hook, you ain’t like me
Bills ain’t bills, a nigga like me
Before the Gucci gang was the Gucci Mane (Mane)
Couldn’t see my life through a Gucci frame (frame)
Seven pills, Act’ in my system (huh)
They gave Max life in the system (huh)
Servin’ raw like sushi gang (huh)
Throw you off a Wyclef like Fugee gang (woo)
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) Shot a pussy nigga in his tooth, mane
(Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang)
Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat
*Lil Pump, Guwop*
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
I can’t buy a bitch no wedding ring (ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
(Lil Pump)
Call me El Gato Guwop or Mustafa the 3rd
Back in the day they was callin’ me Ray
Run with the yay, drum on the K
Fuck with Lil Pump, you get shot in the face
Gucci the gang so we watchin’ the snakes (Gucci)
Made me eight mil’ so I bought her a Wraith (mwah)
Two shows in a day, brick on the plate
L.A. to the A then it’s back to the Bay
Gucci gang, eskimo, froze like the North Pole (brr)
Jumpin’ out the whip just to pose in my Gucci robe (Wop)
Woke up in the picture, Bam Bam Bigelow
Gucci Mane a jiggalo, diamonds in my Figaro
Oh you know what, bro?

Joe Budden – Rest in Peace (In the Air) Lyrics

I be another locked dog in the fort
And another wake on the corner will be all my fault
Another body inside the Caddy
That’ll make my moms right, ’cause I’ll be in jail just like daddy
Daddy come home, somethin’ ain’t right
I think the Lord ’bout to call ‘pon Uncle Mike
Mike got high and he wasn’t too strong
Doc said he got cancer and it wouldn’t be long
Said in another six-months he’ll be gone
Pops still play that one gospel song e’ry morn’
Stopped gettin’ high, so it’s no more pipe
And they found medicine that would extend his life
Years pass and Mike’s still here, he’s not hurt
Gospel song e’ry morn’, it’s funny how God works
Wait! He’s got the disease, he’s different again
He’s starting to get sick and shit’s missing again
Now that monthly cheque he’s spending again
Goddamn Uncle Mike is sniffing again
Dad, Mike’s sprung and God put the cancer in his lungs
Like, “Fuck that cure, you had a choice”
Disease is so cunning when you trippin’ high
You can’t throw away the gift of life, nigga, you take it or leave it
Nigga play it to keep it, nigga, sacred, treat it
‘Cause if the Lord come take it you heed it
No funeral homes, not for you
And I don’t really wanna visit in the hospital
Don’t wanna see you like that, ’cause I’ma be too scared
I’d rather meet my own demise and meet you there
God, I can’t make pretend
At least take me first, so I ain’t gotta see you take my friends
Some things I can’t even figure, like why you have to take him for? [Intro]
Chea, oh
Chea, uh
Chea, talk to ’em
Chea, G.C., rest in peace
Mojo, rest in peace
Champ gon’ rest in peace
Little Reg gon’ rest in peace
[?] Slick Senior, rest in peace
Keith gon’ rest in peace
[Chorus]
I need all y’all to rest in peace
All my niggas rest in peace, I need all y’all
I need all y’all to rest in peace
All my niggas gon’ rest in peace
[?]
[Verse]
I know my dead homies watching upon us
But uh, I ain’t gotta know a nigga to mourn
To see a real nigga crying is torture
Get the candles and the drinks, we gon’ have our own wake on the corner
You could just vision (what?) all of the memories
Hennessy guzzlin’ and you buggin’ (why?,) because you was just with him
God called for his son, it was time
You got a beef with the Lord, wish you just saw ‘im just one last time
Some think that nuttin’ about it is good
He got what every nigga dreams of, he’s out of the hood
So why we all sit in the hood cryin’ liquor
He’s in heaven laughing like, “Look at my niggas
They all sobbing, them tears ain’t stopping
God, throw ’em a sign that let ’em know I’m watching
Time passes and things get poppin’
Like he woulda wanted, if he was here that woulda been his option
It’s back to old times as if he just popped in
If you had to take somebody, Jesus, not him
All my real niggas put a lighter in the air
There’s a fighter in the air, that cloud right there
And I know my time is comin’ like
Everybody elses, (but) but by then
I hope that everybody felt this, always that one
Hateful nigga make it seem like everybody’s jealous
Somebody here don’t like me breathin’
I know somebody here’s tryna spite me steamin’
‘Spite how I ride these sprees and dap me
Goin’ to projects at the end of the night, I’m leavin’
One of my old mans who’s now burnt out
Might off me, never know how things turn out
‘Cause even your close friends’ll steal ya
Come to think of it, I could be real cool with my po—tential killer
That’s called taking the bitter with the sweet
The skip with the verse, the gift with the curse
Somebody wants to see the kid in a hearse
But I’d die for this rap shit, clips will disperse
Kill for this rap shit, it gets reversed
Murder you lethal, (so) so don’t watch
If the convertible bleeds you
Take your pick with the clips, how you want it: reversible or see-through? Come on, God, answer me, nigga
Another tattoo, another name sprayed
On the back window of the car for a month
Another family shattered, in tears
Another night on my knees with a new name added to my prayers
Of all the things we still feelin’, ’cause on a nice day
When the sky’s clear I almost see y’all staring
Extend your arm, take this pound
To all my lost soldiers in the booth with me while I lay this down
C’mon
[Chorus: Phil Collins (Sampled)]
And I can feel it
Coming in the air tonight
Oh Lord
Well I’ve been waiting for this moment
For all my—

Gorillaz – Hollywood Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jamie Principle]
Where the beautiful people at? I said where the beautiful people at? […] people clap your hands
People clap your hands
Everybody clap your hands
[Chorus: 2D and (Jamie Principle + Choir)]
Hollywood is alright
Hollywood is […]
[…]
Makes you feel alive
(She’s a wonderful thing)
[…]
[Verse 2: Jamie Principle]
[…]
All the way to the hill
But you never know it was real
[…]
You got to be ready
You got to be ready
[…]
It’s just a wonderful thing
Hollywood
[…]
She’s got me […] for that […]
[…]
Exactly the way I like it
[Chorus: 2D and (Jamie Principle + Choir)]
Hollywood is alright
Hollywood is […]
[…]
Makes you feel alive
(She’s a wonderful thing)
[…]
[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
[…] with that big fat chain on my neck
[…]
I got a deal to make
And couple of bad bitches I’ve been making a break
[…]
[…], gorilla
[…]
[Chorus: 2D and (Jamie Principle + Choir)]
Hollywood is alright
(Hollywood)
Hollywood is […]
[…]
Makes you feel alive
(She’s a wonderful thing)
[…]
[Outro: Jamie Principle + Choir]
(She’s a wonderful thing)
Hollywood
(She’s a wonderful thing)

GS Megaphone – Out Of My Mind

I doubt you’ve failed to see
I’m out of my mind, yeah
It’s for the sake of Christ
That I’m this way
Every since I gave Jesus all I have
I just can’t keep this fire I’ve got inside
Well you may think it’s a bad thing
You say "Chill out you’re just a little high-strung"
But the way I see it if I’m only seeking God’s approval
Your disapproval won’t bother me at all
Cuz I’m out of my mind, yeah (x3)
And I’m into the mind of Christ
I refuse to conform any longer
To the pattern of this world I’m living in
I’m not a good little churchmouse boy any longer
From now on, man, I’m a man of God
Laugh at me, dis on me
God warned me such things would come
Disown me, ridicule me
I don’t live my life for you
Cuz you never died for me

Jay Prince – In The Morning

[Verse 1]
Oh they didn’t know
Young brudda from the East
Vibe with a nigga please
Let me give you what you need
Listen to your heart
Don’t you listen to your [?]
Leave ’em behind
I’ve been tryin’ to live my dream
I’ve been, I’ve been, nightmares in the nighttime
That baby really looking like she’s my type
Red wine, sipping give me fine wines
But that little time, would you ’cause you know I
Need a queen in my life
And it seems like the time in this right light
Give me some of dat
Right, baby bring it back
Mind, body with your soul
Time, moving hella slow
In a presence of your own
Yeah, just had to tell you so you know
Yeah, came from the struggle with my bros
Yeah, earn [?] that you owe
Yeah, ’cause every single minute is the…
[Bridge]
In the morning, put the thing on, this is a brand new dig
I’m sure you love it, ’cause I ain’t ever found no love like this
In the morning, put the thing on, this is a brand new dig
I’m sure you love it, ’cause I ain’t ever found no love like this
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna waste
I don’t wanna waste
Waste no time, I be on the way
I don’t wanna waste
I don’t wanna waste
Waste no time, so bring it all in
I don’t wanna waste
I don’t wanna waste
Waste no time, I be on the way
I don’t wanna waste
I don’t wanna waste
Waste no time, so bring it all in
[Verse 2]
I need [?] your guidance for more liquor
I need you in my life, I ignore niggas
I, try figure it out but it’s all different
I, never knew how to love because I know no different
Yeah I know, Yeah I know, Yeah I know
Ay, that I gotta give
I gotta love, and I gotta live
And it’s time I resist in an eyeful of shit
In a place I reside
Kinda hard living but we all getting by
Look into my eyes, I be tryna find it
Know it takes time, gotta put the time in
Okay, I put the time in
Open up my heart so I can find it
Let me show you love, let me show you what I give
Something what you want, or what you needed
Ay, this ain’t what you want, only what you needed
[Bridge]
In the morning, put the thing on, this is a brand new dig
I’m sure you love it, ’cause I ain’t ever found no love like this
In the morning, put the thing on, this is a brand new dig
I’m sure you love it, ’cause I ain’t ever found no love like this
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna waste
I don’t wanna waste
Waste no time, I be on the way
I don’t wanna waste
I don’t wanna waste
Waste no time, so bring it all in
I don’t wanna waste
I don’t wanna waste
Waste no time, I be on the way
I don’t wanna waste
I don’t wanna waste
Waste no time, so bring it all in
In the morning, put the thing on, this is a brand new dig
I’m sure you love it, ’cause I ain’t ever found no love like this
In the morning, put the thing on, this is a brand new dig
I’m sure you love it, ’cause I ain’t ever found no love like this

Eric Bellinger – Ain’t Ya Ex (feat. Mila J & Tink)

‘Cause words don’t mean a thing
Fuck a car, baby, pull up (Pull up, pull up, pull up)
Right now, right now, yeah
I just wanna roll with you
[??] before the [??]
You know what he put me through
[Chorus: Eric Bellinger & (Mila J)]
Girl, I ain’t nothin’ like yo ex nigga, oh no no no
Uplift and bench-press, nigga, yeah
(I’ma young) Said, I’m a young, rich, blessed, nigga
I’ma put you in a ring and white dress nigga, yeah
I ain’t your ex-nigga (ex), ex-nigga (ex), ex-nigga (ex)
I love my other hoes, they pressed, nigga (ooh, ex)
Ex-nigga(ex), I ain’t you ex-nigga
Said, I ain’t nothin’ like your ex-nigga
Ain’t your ex, your, ain’t your ex
Ain’t your ex, ain’t your ex (I ain’t nothing like your ex-nigga)
I ain’t your ex nigga
Ain’t your ex
[Outro: Eric Bellinger]
Ooh, yeah, Mila, Mila, Mila
Shoutout Tink
She did her thing
And you know me (It’s Eazy)
It’s all Easy
It’s too easy, way too easy
And I ain’t nothing like your ex-nigga
It’s all Easy
It’s too easy, way too easy
So take my number, that’s a Eazy Call
Haven’t seen you in a while [Intro: Eric Bellinger]
Aw yeah, oh
Player shit only, yeah, yeah, yeah
This gon’ be your favorite song
(Hol’ up, hol’ up)
[Verse 1: Eric Bellinger]
I’ma have to call you
You might have to fall through, yeah
I might just need all of you
Can you give me all you? (Oh yeah)
I’ma send a pic to test you (Oh yeah)
I know, I impress you (Oh yeah)
So shoot that PJ, need my leg room
Baby, I ain’t nothing like your ex-bitch (Ain’t your ex)
Let’s get this shit established (Ain’t your ex)
Hella fatter that a bad bitch (Ain’t your ex)
Plus, my booty real, come grab it
[Chorus: Eric Bellinger & (Mila J)]
Girl, I ain’t nothin’ like yo ex nigga, oh no no
Uplift and bench-press, nigga, yeah
Said, I’m a young, rich, blessed, nigga
I’ma put you in a ring and white dress nigga
I’ma put you in a ring and white dress nigga
I ain’t your ex-nigga (ex), ex-nigga (ex), ex-nigga
Yeah (ex)
I love my other hoes, they pressed, nigga, yeah (ooh, ex)
Ex-nigga (ex), I ain’t you ex-nigga
Said, I ain’t nothin’ like your ex-nigga
[Verse 3: Tink]
I got this message for my next love
Hope you ain’t as messy as my ex was
Words don’t mean a thing, words don’t mean a thing
You gon’ break my heart, then tell me I changed
Like my ex-nigga
I always swear, I’m freaking on the next nigga
Don’t be like my ex, nigga
I’m gon’ leave you lonely for a day
What you tryna say? Yeah
Baby, I’m the one for you, yeah
All I got is love for you
I might put my tongue on you
I wanna eat some of you, yeah
[Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
Said I ain’t nothin’ like yo ex nigga, yeah
Uplift and bench-press, nigga, yeah
Said, I’m a young, rich, blessed, nigga, yeah
I’m a famous like Dex nigga, yeah
She said I remind her of her ex-nigga, yeah
Said, boy you only want the sex, nigga, yeah
But I’ma call, not text nigga
I’ma put you in a ring and white dress nigga, yeah
I ain’t your ex-nigga, ex-nigga, ex-nigga, yeah
I love my other hoes, they pressed, nigga
Ex-nigga, I ain’t you ex-nigga, yeah
Said, I ain’t nothin’ like your ex-nigga
Ain’t your ex, your, ain’t your ex, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain’t your ex, oh, ain’t your ex (It’s Eazy)
[Verse 2: Mila J]
Mila to the rescue (Mila, Mila)
I’m about my checks too (Hold up, Mila)
I’m a goddess so I can bless you (Bless you)
If you’re lucky, I might sex you
First, I gotta know, boy, what that head do?

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Best Friend (feat. Tory Lanez)

[A Boogie With Da Hoodie:]
Best friend
You was like my best friend
You was like my best friend
We used to be best friends until we started sexin’
What’s next girl, ’cause it’s up to you
Can we be best friends after what just happened
It’s a bad thing, but it feels so good
Let me beat it up like yeah, yeah
We used to be best friends ’til we started sexin’
What’s next girl, ’cause it’s up to you
Can we be best friends after what just happened
It’s a bad thing, but it feels so good
You was like my best friend, you was like my best friend
Yeah my best friend, girl what’s up with you
You was like my best friend, my best friend
Even though we’re sexin’, let’s be best friends too
I got rich and cut off all my exes
They like, "Boy grow up," I’m adolescent
Feds pulled up on you askin’ questions
Fuck around and took some of my best friends, yeah yeah
I’m too fuckin’ poppin’ for a Westin
I can’t tell nobody where I’m stayin’
I get on my fly shit outta patron
I smell like the money, it’s my fragrance, yeah yeah
Now I got a house inside my basement, yeah yeah
Used to trap in houses that was vacant, yeah yeah
I poured up a double cup and faced it (faced it)
If I said I loved you I was fakin’
I wasn’t into you baby
Before I was into you I was a friend to you baby
I hope I remember you baby
You been playin’, sorry if I ain’t feelin’ you lately
But you are so beautiful baby
I’m just sayin’, I don’t know what to do with you baby
Don’t tell me you through with me baby
Understand I don’t want you to be my old lady
But I know you want me to stay
I know you want me to, I know you want to convey
I know I’m one in a million
Look at the ceiling, you ever seen stars in the Wraith
And I can be part of your day
Pardon me, where do you want me to take you today
They want to take me away
Fuck what they say, it’s okay
We used to be best friends ’til we started sexin’
What’s next girl, ’cause it’s up to you
Can we be best friends after what just happened
It’s a bad thing, but it feels so good
You was like my best friend, you was like my best friend
Yeah my best friend, girl what’s up with you
You was like my best friend, my best friend
Even though we’re sexin’, let’s be best friends too
[Tory Lanez:]
While we on the topic, let’s talk about it
You gon’ find somebody better, yeah shawty I doubt it
You knew I was ballin’, you was tryna scout it
You just played the sideline, I was tryna out it
Pulled up in the Audi, I did it proudly
Put them diamonds in my mouthpiece, smokin’ loudly
At this moment she realized she couldn’t live without me
Told her "Hop up in the sky before this shit get cloudy"
Don’t you doubt me
‘Cause I be spendin’ dividends
I been out and switching in to them different Benzes
Got my dollars up and dipped and onto ya friendses
Rollie on me presidential like the president bitch
Only you know I won’t try you, why would I try to
Every city that I fly through I try to fly you
When you look just like the pictures I just can’t deny you
Now let me beat that pussy red like it was bangin’ Piru
Girl you know I want it on you
Fuck around and make me wanna put you in a spiral
[?]
Touchin’ you like I was tryna spin a vinyl
I just slip and slide through, sicker than some swine flu
Yeah, come do it all for me, ’cause I do it all for you
Whenever I need it I’m fallin’ through
When I need to get it I’m callin’ you
Like, "You know you got it"
All of the numerous rumors are probably true
Something I’d probably do, I gotta be honest with you
[A Boogie With Da Hoodie:]
Best friends
What’s next girl, ’cause it’s up to you
Best friends after what just happened
You was like my best friend
My best friend, girl what’s up with you
My best friend, even though we’re sexin’, let’s be best friends too

PRhyme – Flirt (feat. 2 Chainz) (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

Women don’t know how to flirt ("That’s right")
[Outro: DJ Premier]
Yo, Chainz, Royce
Remember PRhyme 1? [Intro: Royce Da 5’9"]
Yeah
[Verse 1]
You ever have a bad bitch try to kick it with you in your Twitter DMs? [Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Okay, came up the street like a ladder—Aladdin
I bust through the hole like McFadden on Madden
A matter of fact, that’s a after effect
If the crime don’t fit, then I’m takin’ it back, now
Fuckin’ on this bitch who wear eye contacts
And I pulled a bitch off of eye contact
And I had the racks since she had a nice rack
Met her at Bergdorf, right by the nice racks
She said, "Should I get a shirt to match with the hat? I have—been a statistic and demonstrated against
Wicked minds of the twisted bitches challengin’ scrubs
I had a bitch expose me on MediaTakeOut
And after her 15 minutes of fame was up
She hit my phone back apologizin’, askin’, "Can we still fuck?"
Bitch, please, miss me—I’m paid as hell
I got the game locked—arcade’s in jail
I wish my uncle wouldn’t have died, he woulda loved to see this
Find you a nigga who do molly with a buzz and beat it
I’m ’bout to walk up in this restaurant, like the upper echelon
Is you comin’? That’s how you feel up on this track? (what?) Woo! Or should I get the shoes that match with the slacks?"
Yeah, said it’s for her man, ain’t gotta be, they comin’
Had a lil’ Uzi on me—DJ Drama
Never trust a bitch, and, yeah—I never will
Okay, sometimes—if she got sex appeal
I meant to say—I like to have sex and take some pills
I meant to say—I like to relax and make a mill’
I meant to say—I like to relax and make a meal
I mean, they both the same thing, but I ain’t talkin’ grill
I ain’t talkin’ dinner, I ain’t talkin’ supper, this the bloodsucker
Met the bitch at FuddRucker off Amityville
She had a man on the real, he had his hand on the steel
Fucked in the Camry still, I shoulda passed on the real
Would have assist with her ass, I got more dimes than a pass
And if I knew you’d do what’s crazy, I wouldn’t of let me smash
[Chorus: Royce Da 5’9" + sample]
I see it all the time, anytime I shine
I’m just acknowledgin’, but I’m not tryna play y’all
This is it (what?) Bad bitches can’t flirt good for shit
This is it (what?) They used to me comin’ out the dick
Real quick (what?) like this is it, (what?)
This is it (what?) Woo! I’ll tell you, women don’t know how to flirt
And the ones who’s bad, they ain’t even gotta work
That’s real shit
[Chorus: Royce Da 5’9" + sample]
I see it all the time, anytime I shine
I’m just acknowledgin’, but I’m not tryna play y’all
This is it (what?) Bad bitches can’t flirt good for shit
This is it (what?) They used to me comin’ out the dick
Real quick (what?) like this is it, (what?)
This is it (what?) Woo! Women don’t know how to flirt ("That’s right")
[Interlude: 2 Chainz]
You know how I come in
Talk to ’em, Chainz! (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo! Guess you not—bitch, I’ll call you
I find it hi-larious when bad-ass bitches try to get your attention
Be lookin’ like fish out of water, it be for no (no) reason
A chick’ll drop a pencil and go, "Oh, (oh) Jesus"
Just to bend down to get this shit to show (show) cleavage
Haha, why can’t y’all just ask a nigga for his number like we do, y’all? (what?) Woo! Hahahahahahahahaha! Let a bitch come and try to shit on that!"
Yeah, and on that note; move on to the next one! Remember when I said, "Word?

Iggy Azalea – Savior (On The Late Late Show With James Corden) (Live)

[Pre-Chorus: Iggy Azalea]
‘Cause my heart beats for you only
I wonder if you even know me
Countin’ down every moment
That I wait for ya, I wait for ya
I wonder if you even notice, lately
I’ve been feelin’ hopeless
Easy to lose focus, but I’ll wait for ya
[Chorus: Quavo]
I’ve been looking for a savior (hey)
I’ve been looking for a savior (hey)
I’ve been looking for a real one to hold on to (hey)
I’ve been looking for a savior, savior, yeah, to save me
[Bridge: Iggy Azalea]
Saving my love for you, saving my love for you (hey, saving it)
Saving it all for you, saving it all for you (all for you, uh)
Saving my love for you, saving my love for you (hey, saving it)
Saving it all for you, saving it all for you (uh)
[Chorus: Quavo & Iggy Azalea]
I’ve been looking for a savior (ah-ay, na-na-na-aye)
I’ve been looking for a savior (ah-ay, na-na-na-aye)
I’ve been looking for a real one to hold on to
I’ve been looking for a savior (ah-ay, na-na-na-aye)
Savior, yeah, to save me
[Outro: Iggy Azalea & Quavo]
Been around the world and I, I, I (hey, I’ve been looking for a)
Been around the world and I, I, I (hey, I’ve been looking for a)
Been around the world and I, I, I (hey)
I’ve been looking for a savior, savior, yeah, save me My path got muddy, I feel like my feet trapped
Can you give me the strength now to beat that? [Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
Been around the world and I, I, I, I can’t find my baby
Things gettin’ crazy, losin’ my patience
Why you keep me waitin’? Goin’ through the phases
Got me walkin’ out the house all done up
Just in case I see your face and you decide to run up
Yeah, I’m in a different place, I need someone to hold on to
I been sendin’ up a prayer hope the call gets through
[Pre-Chorus: Iggy Azalea]
‘Cause my heart beats for you only
I wonder if you even know me
Countin’ down every moment
That I wait for ya, I wait for ya
I wonder if you even notice, lately
I’ve been feelin’ hopeless
Easy to lose focus, but I’ll wait for ya
[Chorus: Quavo]
I’ve been looking for a savior (hey)
I’ve been looking for a savior (hey)
I’ve been looking for a real one to hold on to (hey)
I’ve been looking for a savior, savior, yeah, to save me
[Post-Chorus: Iggy Azalea & Quavo]
Ah-ay, na-na-na-aye
Ah-ay, na-na-na-aye (yeah)
Ah-ay, na-na-na-aye (I’ve been looking for a savior)
Ah-ay, na-na-na-aye (savior, yeah, to save me)
[Verse 2: Iggy Azalea]
I feel like God playin’ tricks on me, got a fix on me
Feel the weight of the world like I got a brick on me
Had a dance with the devil and he got a grip on me
I’m just tryna get to heaven, hope you got a ticket for me, huh
I’ve been sending up prayers, I need feedback
Past full of sin, can someone delete that?

Shawn Mendes – In My Blood

[Chorus]
Help me, it’s like the walls are caving in
Sometimes I feel like giving up
No medicine is strong enough
Someone help me
I’m crawling in my skin
Sometimes I feel like giving up
But I just can’t
It isn’t in my blood
[Post-Chorus]
It isn’t in my blood
[Verse 2]
Looking through my phone again feeling anxious
Afraid to be alone again, I hate this
I’m trying to find a way to chill, can’t breathe, oh
Is there somebody who could…
[Chorus]
Help me, it’s like the walls are caving in
Sometimes I feel like giving up
No medicine is strong enough
Someone help me
I’m crawling in my skin
Sometimes I feel like giving up
But I just can’t
It isn’t in my blood
[Post-Chorus]
It isn’t in my blood
[Bridge]
I need somebody now
I need somebody now
Someone to help me out
I need somebody now
[Chorus]
Help me, it’s like the walls are caving in
Sometimes I feel like giving up
But I just can’t
It isn’t in my blood
[Post-Chorus]
It isn’t in my blood
It isn’t in my blood
I need somebody now
It isn’t in my blood
I need somebody now
It isn’t in my blood [Intro]
Help me, it’s like the walls are caving in
Sometimes I feel like giving up
But I just can’t
It isn’t in my blood
[Verse 1]
Laying on the bathroom floor, feeling nothing
I’m overwhelmed and insecure, give me something
I could take to ease my mind slowly
Just have a drink and you’ll feel better
Just take her home and you’ll feel better
Keep telling me that it gets better
Does it ever?