Cvija – Novcanice

Tu malu lože samo
(Novčanice novčanice novčanice)
Njene želje su bez
(Granice bez granice bez granice)
Ona voli samo sebe
troši Franke Eure
u garaži BMW-e BMW-e joj je
(Parkiran)
Nastupi hoteli večere kokteli
radi što poželi želi želi
(Svaki dan)
(Troši pare)
(Novčanice
(Troši pare)
(Novčanice)
A ona cilja bankomate i želi da joj plate
mala voli keš i ništa ne daje na rate
Mala fore zna sve mala je karakter
omiljeni izlazak je sa dečkom do banke
Ona živi brzo i kažu da je bahata
to što zna da potroši to ne zna se koliko
Kad je pipnu ona puca ratata
obrara sa nogu kao da je kalašnjikov
Tu malu lože samo
(Novčanice novčanice novčanice)
Njene želje su bez
(Granice bez granice bez granice)
Ona voli samo sebe
troši Franke Eure
u garaži BMW-e BMW-e joj je
(Parkiran)
Nastupi hoteli večere kokteli
radi što poželi želi želi
(Svaki dan)

(Troši pare)
(Novčanice
(Troši pare)
(Novčanice)
A ona zna da mnogo košta vodi mutna posla
jača od Kartela gora nego Cosa nostra
prva euka roba Kolumbija Bogota
reci šta ti treba ona nabaviće odmah
Ona živi brzo i kažu da je bahata
to što zna da potroši to ne zna se koliko
Kad je pipnu ona puca ratata
obrara sa nogu kao da je kalašnjikov
Tu malu lože samo
(Novčanice novčanice novčanice)
Njene želje su bez
(Granice bez granice bez granice)
Ona voli samo sebe
troši Franke Eure
u garaži BMW-e BMW-e joj je
(Parkiran)
Nastupi hoteli večere kokteli
radi što poželi želi želi
(Svaki dan)
(Troši pare)
(Novčanice
(Troši pare)
(Novčanice)

Frank Zappa – Road Ladies

I know someday I will never
I’ll never go out on the road again, oh yeah
I know someday I will never
I ain’t gonna roam the countryside no more
I’m gonna hang up them ol’ Holiday Inns, yeah
And heal my knees up from when I was doin’ it on the floor
See me doing it, see me do it on the floor

Don’t you ever miss your house in the country
And your hot little mama too? Don’t you ever miss your house in the country
And your hot little mama too? Sure gets lonesome
Don’t it ever get sad when you go out on the road? Lonesome ain’t the word
Don’t it ever get sad when you go out on a thirty day tour? Don’t you better get a shot from the doctor
What the road ladies do to you? Oh, there was one time in Minneapolis when I thought I had the clap for sure
Don’t it ever get lonesome? Don’t you better get a shot from the doctor
What the road ladies do to you? When the P.A. Oh, I’ll take away…
You got nothing but groupies and promoters to love you
And a pile of laundry by the hotel door
Don’t it ever get lonesome? Yeah! system eats it
And the band plays some of the most terriblest shit you’ve ever known
Don’t you ever miss your house in the country
And your hot little mama too? Don’t it ever get lonesome? Don’t you ever miss your house in the country
And your hot little mama too? Don’t it ever give a young man the blues? Don’t it ever get lonesome? Don’t it ever make a young man wanna go back home?

Drake – Club Paradise

You think you got to me
I can just read your mind
You think I’m so caught up in where,
I am right now
But believe I remember it all
[Verse 2:]
I be with my nigga chubbs
He in love with street shit
No wonder why I feel awkward at this fashion week shit
No wonder why I keep fucking up the double cheek kiss
Along for that ignorant Young Money, Miami beach shit
A couple of artists got words for me, that’s never fun
They say it’s on when they see me, that day don’t ever come
I’m never scared, they never real, I never run
When all is said and done, more is always said than done
And I was told once, things will change,
By a nigga named tip when my deal came
Told me it’s all good, even when it feels strange
Now I’m the guy that know strippers by they real names
Rochelle, Jordanne, thick bitches, they just talked me out of 4 grand
How did a pile of kush become the mountain of truth
How did a bottle of wine become the fountain of youth
Damn, my biggest fear is losing it all
Remember how I used to feel at the start of it? even Rosemary? And now I’m living a muthafuckin fairy tale
And still trying to keep you feeling a part of it
Yea, just lie to my ears,
Tell me it feel the same, it’s all I’ve been dying to hear
Lights get low, and that’s when I have my brightest ideas
And I heard my city feel better than ever,
That’s why I gotta come home,
[Chorus:]
Tell me, who did I leave behind? ‘Cause I thought it was all I needed
Yea, Clearly I was wrong about it all along
And this will be the year that I won’t even feel shit
They trip about the amount of people I brought along
But I’m just trying to be surrounded by some real shit
Need credentials for everyone of these Toronto kids
I promise they see it with me, we just tryna live
I told ’em we bout to get it, and we finally did
Listen closely to my shit I swear it sounded like home
[Chorus:]
Tell me, who did I leave behind? "
They said, "fuckin right, they were the 1st to go
It’s nothing personal
It’s just that all of them women you slept on were working though,
They was saving up
New niggas came around, they’ve been waking up with,
I swear, you don’t know this city anymore
They might’ve loved you before
But you’re out here doing your thing
They don’t know you… "
Sure they do they’re just not as sincere
It’s crazy all the emotions forgot in a year
She like, "why you even give a fuck you not even here"
Well out there there ain’t nothing for me, and I think I need to come home,
[Chorus:]
Tell me, who did I leave behind? You think you got to me
I can just read your mind
You think I’m so caught up in where,
I am right now
But believe I remember it all
[Verse 3:]
My mother is back to who she was years ago
It’s like a new page me and her are beginning on
I wish she stopped checking up on women I can’t stand
‘Cause I got new girls I could use her opinion on
She thinks I’ve become a slave to the wealth
But I’ll never break the promises I made to myself
And I would never make up names for myself
Then change the names, that I just gave to myself
Certain rappers would call me to say, "wat up doe"
I used to brag about it to my friends, and now I’m feeling like all of these niggas cutthroat
And maybe that’s all they do, is just pretend, damn
But I bought it though, I believed it
Yea, I thought it, and I achieved it
Yea, so show me love, show me fucking love! You think you got to me
I can just read your mind
You think I’m so caught up in where,
I am right now
But believe I remember it all
[Outro: Bob Marley] [Verse 1:]
They say that all of yo old girls got somebody new
I say, "damn really? even Leanne Seely?

Amuro Namie – Wonder Woman (feat. Ai & Anna Tsuchiya)

弱肉強食この world to be sure
きりぬけてく you’re so independent
You never ever fear
負けず嫌いの性格がいいけど
笑顔の隙間 just one second
見てしまった tears
No no I can’t let it go
知らせてよ
そのSOS
I’ll be your Wonder Woman
いつでも
Just call me, I’ll be there
Nothing but Wonder Woman
どこでも
飛んでゆく I swear
Wonder Woman…
プレッシャーこそ私のエクスタシー
言い切る強気うらはらに
溢れてくストレス
反動で溺れてくラブストーリー
そこに未来などないのに
脱ぎ捨てるの dress? No no I can’t let it go
知らせてよ
そのSOS
I’ll be your Wonder Woman
いつでも
Just call me, I’ll be there
Nothing but Wonder Woman
どこでも
飛んでゆく I swear
I’ll be your Wonder Woman
Whenever you need
I never let you down
Nothing but Wonder Woman
Wherever you are
Can’t you see I’ll be around
You don’t need to be perfect
誰にだって
泣きたい日がある
Girl you’ll shine one day
I’ll be your Wonder Woman
いつでも
Just call me, I’ll be there
Nothing but Wonder Woman
どこでも
飛んでゆく I swear
I’ll be your Wonder Woman
Whenever you need
I never let you down
Nothing but Wonder Woman
Wherever you are
Can’t you see I’ll be around
Wonder Woman…

Harry Fraud – Know About (feat. Rick Ross)

[Intro]
Maybach music
Real shit right here
Shit
The [?] got the Harry Fraud
Let me come right back at these hoe niggas
Check me out
[Verse 1]
Shining like Sonny Liston
Smoking that Joe Frazier
Prophet like Muhammad
Abu Dhabi watching cable
You gang banging, I’m dope dealing
My chain swanging, I’m just a dope nigga
Magic bought the Dodgers, I just bought the projects
Broke down 100 bricks, same profit margin
‘nother day in the park, I just wanna play ball
Gots my gats and my drugs
It’s my bat and my glove
High as Darryl Strawberry in back of the club
Sorta time[?] most of my niggas is snorters
Keep a 40 bust a nigga
I dare you report it
Keep a 40 bust a nigga
I dare you report it

[Hook]
I got a bitch right up the street that you don’t know about
I see that oven counting money you don’t know about
Been had a pad out in Cali that you don’t know about
You amongst niggas and killers you don’t know about
[Verse 2]
I plant the dynamite and then I push the detonator
Go get your money right until then I ain’t fucking with you
Five Jesus pieces but I think the devil got me
Knock a nigga off, get on the phone and laugh about it
Hoe niggas always talking in the past tense
Hate to see a young nigga living in these mansions
Hate to see a young nigga fucking these bad bitches
Fuck her from the back, I got that pussy ad-libbing
Moral of the story, tell a story so terrific
Hit the fan, flip the script, shit could get horrific
What’s your body count nigga, I’m double digits
If your name get on this list somebody gotta get it
[Hook]
I got a bitch right up the street that you don’t know about
I see that oven counting money you don’t know about
Been had a pad out in Cali that you don’t know about
You amongst niggas and killers you don’t know about
I got a bitch right up the street that you don’t know about
I see that oven counting money you don’t know about
Been had a pad out in Cali that you don’t know about
You amongst niggas and killers you don’t know about

Tee Grizzley & Lil Durk – Flyers Up (Uncensored)

I know them niggas gon’ cook me
If I beef wit a rapper I’ma book him
Come to my shows I’m strapped wit a 40
[Chorus: Tee Grizzley & Lil Durk]
Let’s go to Magic (Let’s go to Magic)
Don’t forget the ratchets (Please don’t forget ’em)
I know we in Atlanta (We in Atlanta)
But shit still will get tragic (Shit’ll get tragic)
You know we some street niggas (Know we some street niggas)
Make a living off rapping (Living off rapping)
When we throw them flyers up (throw them flyers up)
You know niggas we watching and talkin’ about slidin’
I know some killers that want me dead
(Know some killers that want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)
Know some niggas wit real money, wit that shit on my head
And they got some killers around ’em
And they know how to play it
But I got some killers don’t want me dead
I got some killers don’t want me dead
(I got some killers don’t want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)
I got some killers don’t want me dead
(I got some killers don’t want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead) So we at that bitch come on
Bout to pull up
[Chorus: Tee Grizzley & Lil Durk]
Let’s go to Magic (Let’s go to Magic)
Don’t forget the ratchets (Please don’t forget ’em)
I know we in Atlanta (We in Atlanta)
But shit still will get tragic (Shit’ll get tragic)
You know we some street niggas (Know we some street niggas)
Make a living off rapping (Living off rapping)
When we throw them flyers up (throw them flyers up)
You know niggas we watching and talkin’ about slidin’
I know some killers that want me dead
(Know some killers that want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)
Know some niggas wit real money, wit that shit on my head
And they got some killers around ’em
And they know how to play it
But I got some killers don’t want me dead
I got some killers don’t want me dead
(I got some killers don’t want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)
I got some killers don’t want me dead
(I got some killers don’t want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
I hang wit niggas that hang wit the niggas
That hang wit the killas that kill all the killers
I be wit niggas who hang with the niggas
Who hang wit the rappers who take all the skrilla
Go to Chicago and go to Red Diamond
They bookin’ Tee Grizzley they know that I’m wit him
Why you keep barkin, they ain’t check the artist
We all in the section got 50’s on 50’s
Real niggas, street niggas
And we gon’ link wit the gangs
And we come to yo city (gang gang)
I need VIP bar
Them dracos gotta be close to us
We don’t fuck with no rappers
So I never show, can’t let chubbs get close to em
You post want flyers, I’ma hire every killer in the city
Try to go to it
They ain’t got no buzz
They don’t show no love
I know some cuz, bloods
They cool with us, ya
I know some shorties that’s still up in school
You tweakin’ cuz they is gone kill for a stack
You poppin’ them xanies you better not lack
You play wit the dead, no takin it back

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley Lil Durk]
Let’s go to Magic (Let’s go to Magic)
Don’t forget the ratchets (Please don’t forget ’em)
I know we in Atlanta (We in Atlanta)
But shit still will get tragic (Shit’ll get tragic)
You know we some street niggas (Know we some street niggas)
Make a living off rapping (Living off rapping)
When we throw them flyers up (throw them flyers up)
You know niggas we watching and talkin’ about slidin’
I know some killers that want me dead
(Know some killers that want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)
Know some niggas wit real money, wit that shit on my head
And they got some killers around ’em
And they know how to play it
But I got some killers don’t want me dead
I got some killers don’t want me dead
(I got some killers don’t want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)
I got some killers don’t want me dead
(I got some killers don’t want me dead)
I know some killers that want me dead
(I know some killers that want me dead)

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
My opps don’t die everyday
That’s cuz I ain’t beefin’ wit rookies
Yo enemies saw you and didn’t do nothing
That’s cuz you be beefin’ with pussies
I got some Crips that’s killas
Them niggas will murk you and go pray to Tookie
I got four bloods with 50’s
Don’t tweak unless you can duck two hundred bullets
Me and Durk go there they ain’t pattin us down
Get the sticks in and we pass em around
I feel at home when I’m out of town
I be 300 like Kevin no Leonidas
Me and Roc still sendin’ out J-Pays
Opps on the gram say he on nay-pay
He say he live login from a fake page
They over there, go get that drac thang
Free my nigga Mark Meezy
Used to lay in niggas bushes
Yo mama died that’s yo fault
We was tryna get you, niggas got tired of looking
A nigga get he ups on me? [Intro: Tee Grizzley and Lil Durk]
Durk what up, where you at? I’m on Normal gang
What you tryna do? Throwin’ stacks at Magic, today’s Monday right?

YBN Nahmir – Bail Out

[Hook]
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug and we bailin’ out
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug now we bailin’ out
We bail out, whoa
We bail out, gang
We bail out, whoa
We bail out
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug now we bailin’ out
[Verse]
Bitch you know I got guala
Stackin’ these chips, I be gettin’ these commas
Choppers hit ’em and they partners
Fuck they mama right in front of they father
AR bullets hit a nigga
My niggas really pullin’ triggers
We pop out the cut and we sendin’ them shots
No we not talkin’ to niggas
Bitch I’m the shit, I cannot be no dummy
I’m fuckin’ yo’ bitch while I’m gettin’ this money
Stacked up, and that clip it hold forty
I’m sendin’ them shots if you caliin’ me shorty
FN, it came with a 30
If you try me nigga, I’mma do you dirty
Curb service, and I shoot like Curry
And the bullets rippin’ through a nigga jersey
All about commas, we with the drama
Boy, we be ridin’ Impalas
You slide to the ville, you gettin’ yo’ haircut, my broski, he hit at yo’ barber
Cuffin’ these bitches, boy you be [?], know that lil’ bitch she got mileage
R.I.P. Valley, we so turnt up, all of my niggas be wildin’
Keep it a stack for you niggas, who fraudin’ and flexin’ and lying in raps
Not from the trenches, roaches and rats, boy they be bigger than cats
No we not fightin’ you niggas, we pullin’ with choppers and ARs and MACs
Yellin’ free Frank, we turnt up lil’ nigga, until that lil’ nigga get back

[Hook]
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug and we bailin’ out
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug now we bailin’ out
We bail out, whoa
We bail out, gang
We bail out, whoa
We bail out
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug now we bailin’ out

Asian Doll – Itty Bitty Bitches (Nicki Minaj Remix)

You know what the fuck I’m doing
Asian Doll shit, the doll way
I’m the baddest in any motherfucking where I walk in, period
Haha, yeah

[Verse 3]
Asian Doll, I’m the baddest of them all
I’m a youngin’, and I’m spoiled
Sell that pussy you a fraud
Cut the tree, and count the paper
Niggas love me I don’t save ‘em
I’m just sitting on some acres
Drop that nigga like a label (dropped his ass!)
I did it with no deal and your mad
I could’ve been your mama cause I’m fucking on your dad
Your titties need a lift, that’s why your walking round sad
Diamonds on my face, when I think it’s like flash! Selling swag to the homeless, here a luncheable boo
Can’t believe when you see me, stare at me like the news
Only thing that you eating, six foot like a broom
[Hook]
Listen little mama you could never
On my bad day bitch I’m better
FX nation, be a letter
Feel no pressure, bitches feather
Read you life, I come to post
And his mouth I like to soak
I pop pussy on his nose
Then go eat some Pappadeaux You can never be me, why you envy, that’s a big deal
I’m giving bitches clout, link with me get clientele
It’s a shame, you pushing a mustang
I only hop in foreigns, bitch my ego can obtain
Since I started, been the same
What happened to you? [Verse 1]
Okay, I’m selling bitches swag
Fuck with me it cost a fee
Birthing bitches, nursing bitches
Smack your ass since I released
Ain’t a bitch that’s fucking with me
Who got next, they saying me
Bitch I’m Asian, I’m a doll
Who you study trying to be
Bitch I be cooling it, bitches on that stupid shit
Pop off at the mouth, I set it off
But I ain’t Boosie bitch
Niggas wanna know, but if she bout it
Let me school ‘em quick
Where your pen and paper
I’ma body any goofy bitch
Taxing for a feature
You a lil’ Felicia
Scoring end zone
You be sitting on the bleachers
Bitches been my sons
I’m a youngin’, and a keeper
Keep up bitch, stop that acting
You a actor
These bitches tripping thinking that they nigga safe
Put my pussy on his face he say he like the way I taste
Aye, ride him twice, for the dick you know I might
I don’t gotta argue with him, he forget you for the night
Let me glow you up bitch
See me do not post shit
Donkey of the day
I gotta tell him, then I stroke it
Pulling on my bundles, cause he bouta rock it so whip
Thirsty for attention
Grab a soda, bitch you over
How you figure you a bummy that’s a shame lil bitch
I know they mad, I’m undefeated, I can’t tame I’m rich
Quick to pop off, fake the mouth
Your fingers stank as shit
Big bars, pretty barb
Kiss the handkerchief

[Hook]
Listen little mama you could never
Oh my bad day bitch I’m better
FX nation, be a letter
Feel no pressure, bitches feather
Read you life, I come to post
And his mouth I like to soak
I pop pussy on his nose
Then go eat some Pappadeaux
[Verse 2]
Now if you got a problem with the doll then spark it
Man these bitches bitter, I’ma send ‘em to the orphan
I don’t pay attention, you an undercover hater
I pop that pressure, you gon’ fold
Put money on the table
Now if you got a problem with the Doll then spark it
Man these bitches bitter, I’ma send ‘em to an orphan
I don’t pay attention, you an undercover hater
I pop that pressure, you gon’ fold
Put money on the table
[Bridge]
Bitch!

SZA – Love Galore (On SNL) (Live)

(yah)
Why you bother me when you know you got a woman? (yah, feel me)
So why you bother me, why you bother me? (true)
Know you know better (true)
Know your crew better than you do
Call me looking for ya (yah)
I be looking for ya (yah)
Got me looking forward to weekends (yah)
With you baby, with you baby
With you baby, (true)
With you
We do whatever we want, go wherever we want
Love however we want, it don’t matter (true)
You’ll do whatever I want, get whatever I want
Get whatever I need, it’s about
[Chorus: SZA]
Love, love, love, love, ‘long as we got
Love, love, love, ‘long as we got
[Verse 2: SZA & Travis Scott]
Should’ve never gave you my number, I did it with you (ooh)
Should’ve never let you hit it, I split it with you
I regret it, you gots a fetish
You gots a problem, now it’s a problem, oh, no
Skrrr, skrrr on bitches (yah)
I don’t know these bitches (yah)
Dig dirt on bitches, do it for fun
Don’t take it personal, baby
Love on my ladies, luh-love to my ladies, uh (true)
Dated a few (straight up)

[Verse 3: Travis Scott & SZA]
Why you bother me? Why you bother me? (yah)
Last time I checked you were the one that left (the one)
Me in a wreck—yah—, me in a mess (yah, yah)
You all I rep—yah—, like my side I rep (yah)
Yuh, that’s that Mo City that side
That you can’t come ’round at night, yuh (it’s lit)
You like to get me high, you don’t want no one beside ya
You like when I make fire
You say, "La Flame, keep makin’ fire" (ooh)
Let me cum inside ya, let me plant that seed inside ya (ooh)
Ass and titties, titties, only thing that stuck with, with me (with me)
Only thing that was real
Only thing I could feel, you feel me? (yah)
Why you hit me when you know you know better? [Intro: Travis Scott]
I need, I need
I need, I need
I need, I need
I need, I need
I need, I need
[Chorus: SZA]
Love, love, love, love
‘Long as we got
Love, love, love
‘Long as we got
[Verse 1: SZA & Travis Scott]
Done with these niggas
I don’t love these niggas
I dust off these niggas
Do it for fun
Don’t take it personal
Personally, I’m surprised you called me after the things I said
Skrt skrt on niggas (yah)
Skrt up on niggas (true)
Skrt down, you acting like me (yah)
Acting like we wasn’t more than a summer fling
I said farewell, you took it well (true)
Promise I won’t cry over spilled milk (ooh no, I won’t)
Gimme a paper towel, gimme another Valium
Gimme another hour or two, hour with you

[Pre-Chorus: SZA & Travis Scott]
Why you bother me when you know you don’t want me? Why you bother me? (with you, baby)
Tryna catch a P.O.V, yah (with you)
[Chorus: SZA]
Love, love, love, love, ‘long as we got
Love, love, love, ‘long as we got
[Outro: SZA]
I came to your city, lookin’ for lovin’ n’ licky
‘Cause you promised to put it down
All up in your city, lookin’ for you, uh
Searchin’ for you like love
Only thing keepin’ me from droppin’ you right now
Right now (love)
Only thing keepin’ me by your side
Only thing keepin’ me by your side now

[Skit]
But see, Solána, if you don’t say something, speak up for yourself
They think you stupid, you know what I’m saying?

SZA – The Weekend (On SNL) (Live)

I don’t care long as you’re here by
10:30, no later than
Drop them drawers, give me what I want
[Chorus]
My man is my man is your man
Heard it’s her man too
My man is my man is your man
Heard that’s her man
Tuesday and Wednesday, Thursday and Friday
I just keep him satisfied through the weekend
You’re like 9 to 5, I’m the weekend
Make him lose his mind every weekend
You take Wednesday, Thursday
Then just send him my way
Think I got it covered for the weekend

[Verse 2]
I gotta say I’m in the mood for a little bit more of that
I mean I’m saying what kind of deal, just two days? Is you out with her? How you want me when you got a girl? I need me at least ’bout four of them
More of them, more of you on me
On us, just tell me you want me, yeah
Monday and I’ll be at your door
Ready to take her place
Ready to give you
What you’ve been missin’ on weekdays
What you’ve been waitin’ for
10:30, no later than
Drop them drawers, I know what you want
[Chorus]
My man is my man is your man
Heard it’s her man too
My man is my man is your man
Heard that’s her man
Tuesday and Wednesday, Thursday and Friday
I just keep him satisfied through the weekend
You’re like 9 to 5, I’m the weekend
Make him lose his mind every weekend
You take Wednesday, Thursday
Then just send him my way
Think I got it covered for the weekend

[Outro]
Ayyy
Bright ideas
We got bright ideas
Ayyy
Bright ideas
We got bright ideas
Ayyy
Bright ideas
We got bright ideas [Verse 1]
You say you got a girl
How you want me? The feelin’ is reckless
Of knowin’ it’s selfish
And knowin’ I’m desperate
Gettin’ all in your love
Fallin’ all over love, like
Do it ’til it hurts less
Hanging out the back, all up in your lap
Like is you comin’ home?

Watch Sean Paul and Shenseea New Video “Rolling”

She gets a ride by jumping on the side of a big rig after the driver stopped and got out the truck and realized that she vanished. Sean Paul and Shenseea debut the long video for their party anthem “Rolling.”
The Ruption-directed cut starts out with Shenseea hitchhiking on the freeway. In another scene, Sean Paul spits his lyrics while being surrounded by some banging females. Watch the video for “Rolling” below. Shenseea is also rumored to be working on an upcoming project, but as of the time of this publication, there are no additional details available from her management. “Something fat this a stumbling block / Jump up pon yuh ting me a quint and lock / Me kotch pon di key and put it pon time / Like say a me invent the hand on di clock,” SP deejays. The project will be the first off his new multi-album deal with island records. Sean Paul is currently working on his next album, due sometime next year. The Romeich Entertainment singer had a great year in dancehall and is looking to conquer dancehall airwaves next year. “Rolling” is the first collaboration between Sean Paul and Shenseea and we wonder why it took so long.

Shaggy and Sting Working On Joint Album

The legendary singer has been associated with reggae music for decades after forming the band The Police in the mid-1970s. But that’s not all that the two are working on. Andrew. “Shaggy and Friends” will be held on January 6, 2018 at King’s House and will feature international stars Fetty Wap, Wyclef Jean and Sting. His manager heard the song and he played it. “There are some recordings currently being done in Jamaica at Shaggy studio and some being done in the UK,” sources said. The dancehall legend and the British music legend are joining forces for an upcoming project. Shaggy and Sting has a joint album on the way. The profits from the show will go towards The Bustamante Hospital For Children. “We recently did a song that I had written. A host of local acts will also be taking the stage. “We have something working on, but I can’t say anything right now,” Shaggy said. Afterwards Sting walked in and began to sing the hook.” Sources close to the dancehall icon told Dancehall HipHop that they already started the recording process and are looking to release the album sometime next year. Over the last six years, the concert has raised over US$1.5 Sting will be performing in Jamaica next month for the annual charity concert “Shaggy and Friends” at King’s House in St.

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Chosen One (feat. Kodak Black)

[Intro: Kodak Black & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Project Baby
NFL, never forget loyalty
And I’m never going broke again
Woah, yeah
Oh
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Through all this heartbreak and this pain I can’t change
Through the betrayal and the rain I stay the same
I promise you that I’ma leave how I came
Gotta stop playin’, now it’s time to be a man
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one, yeah
The chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion
I’m the chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion
[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Late at night no I can’t sleep, I’m like oh
I got demons in my dreams, man I know
I just drop down to my knees, to the floor
I start praying to my god to make ’em go
I was young when grandmama died nigga
Take a look up in my eyes nigga
I’ll never be disguised nigga
Say you know me, tell me how do you figure? Working hard, now my name getting bigger
Comin’ up I grew up ’round killers
Swear that I’m traumatized nigga
My hopes to the ceiling
Hurt and I need some healing
Gotta do better for my children
I can’t give up on my mission

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Through all this heartbreak and this pain I can’t change
Through the betrayal and the rain I stay the same
I promise you that I’ma leave how I came
Gotta stop playin’, now it’s time to be a man
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one, yeah
The chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion
I’m the chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion
[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Don’t let nobody tell you different, you the greatest
Project baby and I’m a baby with a baby
And mama I been goin’ back crazy again
I’m going back crazy
Dancing with the devil, fighting demons
My lady hate the way that I be sleeping
Show the world it took so long for me to see, didn’t we
I remember when I didn’t even believe in me
I be going hard never exaggerate
I be going hard nigga
I be going hard never over exaggerate
Yeah the real ones stay here, the fake evaporate
Draco baby, K banana clip, gon’ chop an eight
But I love them shell cats that keep a thirty-eight
Ninety baby catching burglaries or a murder case
Feed a turkey, caught thirty
I done grew up way too quick, too early
Thirty on me, Stephen Curry, use my jersey
I’m a warrior, that be my jersey
Free G Pharaoh, damn they did you dirty
NBA winning, balling like I’m Stephen Curry
Blue hundreds like a peacock, I got them birdies

Snoop Dogg – Go On (feat. October London)

Do-do-do, do-do-do
Let’s smoke and ride…
Baby if you feel the same, let me know
(If you feel the same, then let me know)
I wanna rock ya, girl… (Oh!)
Yes I do! Do-do-do, do-do-do
Let’s smoke and ride…
Baby if you feel the same, let me know
(If you feel the same, then let me know)
I wanna rock ya, girl… (Oh!)
Yes I do! What you got to lose? (What you need?)
Is put ya mind at ease… (Mind at ease)
Here’s a little sun shinin’, drink and a summer breeze
Oh! You done made it to see a whole ‘nother summer and it feel good
Stop, now , top down through the neighborhood
Let the wind blow, open up the window
That girl is poison like Bell Biv Devoe
We have a barbeque to do at four
Swimming pool party in the back on the low
BYOB, and the plates of food will be laid out for free
Little kids get down, I’ll have a bus pull up with Tommy The Clown
Now do The Jerk, get crunk, go to work
And do that dance that’ll make your whole damn body hurt
Playing mama dear, calm and clear
This that time of the year
For everybody to be boisterous
Rock with Snoop Dogg and rejoice to this

As we go on… (We go on)
Like we do… (Like we do)
When it’s hot outside… (Hot outside)
I just wanna chill with you… (Chill with you)
What you need? As we go on… (We go on)
Like we do… (Like we do)
When it’s hot outside… (Hot outside)
I just wanna chill with you… (Chill with you)
What you need? Shined up my white walls, night falls
I’m feeling hella good
I’m doin thangs that you never would
Like surfin with the sharks, or shootin in the dark
Riding on a bike with my grandson at the park
Evolve while I elevate, take flight, levitate
Breakfast for dinner, I’m cold as a mother, but the summer ain’t the winter
Finna, bend a, corner, on a three wheel motion
I’m heading to the ocean, caravan full of cars
Neighborhood stars, up and down the boulevard
We go, till we can’t go no more
It’s me and mines, it’s summertime
You go off and we go on

As we go on… (We go on)
Like we do… (Like we do)
When it’s hot outside… (Hot outside)
I just wanna chill with you… (Chill with you)
What you need? (What you need?)
Is put ya mind at ease… (Mind at ease)
Here’s a little sun shinin’, drink and a summer breeze
Oh! What you got to lose? (What you need?)
Is put ya mind at ease… (Mind at ease)
Here’s a little sun shinin’, drink and a summer breeze
Oh! What you got to lose? Do-do-do, do-do-do
Let’s smoke and ride…
Baby if you feel the same, let me know
(If you feel the same, then let me know)
I wanna rock ya, girl… (Oh!)
Yes I do!

Kodak Black – I Get The Bag Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Nah dawg, it’s lil Kodak nigga what you thought
I got snakes on my Gucci, but not in my yard
I got that bag got that guwop, bought a icy watch
Shoutout to Convertible Burt
Florida boy, Florida boy, Florida shit
I turned my 4 door to a vert
Can y’all please let me roll in peace, I’m smoking purp
My nigga said if he go to prison, he get the jury gone
All you rappers really be nervous with some jewelry on
Don’t be remixing my shit, that wasn’t X’s song
Don’t remix my shit, that’s a nigga track
When I remix, I re-rock your shit like whipping crack
I drop a seven in a pot, and stretched me ten back
I just pulled a bag out a Cartier box
Pulled up to the dumpster, threw away some bank cards
Road running duffling
Yea I got that laundry
Rolling on a monkey
My car look like a pumpkin
In and out of juvenile, every day we rumbling
Bunky trynna sleep, I singing rest in peace [?]
My bitch she got on MAC
Keep her face done
I’m sliding with the MAC
I got to stay with one
Don’t remix my shit
Don’t remix my shit, you can’t ride the beat like me
All you niggas ain’t shit, you niggas ain’t in these streets
How you older than me, you trynna to be like me
I got that bag
I got that bag lil nigga, I got that bag
Garbage bag, Breitling bag, whatever bag yuh
Garbage bag, body bag, whatever bag get that shit