Crooked Colours – Show Me (Vera Album)

Show me how to, show me how to, show me how to
Show me how to
[Interlude]
Can you stay with me tonight, can you stay with me and drink this bottle?
Tell me, babe, I’ve got to know
I don’t think you’ve got to go
Show me how to, show me how to
Come on, won’t you show it?
Show me how to, show me how to, show me how to
Show me how to, show me how to
Don’t you think I know it?
[Chorus 2]
[Verse 1]
Tell me, babe, I’ve got to know
Tell me, babe, I’ve got to know
[Verse 2]
Can you show me how to, can you show me how to?

Oh my god, I’m still lit
Show me how to, show me how to
[Chorus 1]
Can you show me how to move, can you show me how to move and shuffle?

It’s crazy, all this ghost shit

Can you show me how to, can you show me how to?
Tell me, babe, I’ve got to know

Crooked Colours – Perfect Run (Vera Album)

I just need you, you

Every time you’re coming through
[Verse 1]
Every time you’re coming through
Falling apart
You pull me apart
I wouldn’t really care for something more
These colours will never stray, so, understand
And we’re almost done, but we’ll never stop
You’re breaking my heart
[Verse 2]
We’ll find some magic there
But you woke me up, yes, you woke me up
And we’re almost done, but we’ll never stop
Everytime your love breaks through
Didn’t think that I could lose
It’s a perfect run straight through the tar
And we’ll hit the mart, doing smething tragic

It’s a perfect run straight through the tar
[Outro]
I know where to start, we’ll find some magic there
Walk with me, take my hand
It’s breaking my heart
And I don’t need myself to start a storm

Jarren Benton – The God Intro (The Mink Coat Killa Lp)

Paranoid like smoke’ll prolly buy an 8th of sour
It’s East Side until my ashes in a gold vase

Power over cowards
The God in [?] bitches go nuts
I shit in the booth, these hoes gon’ lick my dick in the coupe
Never let no wet pussy fuck your dough up
I put your heart in a bucket of ice
Mental health problems nigga I know I’m not okay
I feel like I’m O’Shea
It’s Lord Benton, ill nigga cuffin’ the mic
Second childhood, niggas grow up
I might be in a five star with a couple of dykes
Ride downtown in my city bumpin’ Ghostface
[Verse 1]
The cash is way better than being broke
Fuck the police, bitch
It’s the God, nigga
[Verse 2]
I’m stuntin’ like Money Mayweather
I wear the mask with the butterfly knife don’t let me fuck up your life
Lord have mercy the wolves are hungry and thirsty
Gold Jesus piece hid over the polo white fleece
I feel like Mitch in the cherry red Beamer bumpin’ Cold Crush
Homicide investigate a body every hour
I like my bitches pussy bald and my presidents dead
I got these niggas scared to drop like that Bishop in Juice
Niggas plottin’ so I bathe with the shotty in the shower
Money over bitches
Fly niggas stay laced in vintage Versace
The soundtrack to a killa’s last breath
He be aight, B
Get topped in the back of the grey Tesla
Toast to the dead niggas, pour up
Blood money in the ziplock so it don’t mold up
Spillin’ Pinot Grigio while I count up this bread
Niggas get shot everyday
Need a stronger aerosol to mask the scent of the body
Up at Follies blowin’ bread ’til ain’t no fuckin’ cash left, nigga
Screw the barrel on the mouth of the 30, arrivederci
It’s the God nigga

Jarren Benton – C.R.E.A.M. ’17 (feat. Nick Grant) (The Mink Coat Killa Lp)

But never slack I’m stuck in the era of trap pretenders
I’m talkin’ riddles, the game’s a jungle I’m Robin Williams
Who would’ve known the underworld was filled with Master Splinters
My shooter cold with the Tommy like watchin’ Martin nigga
They say black’s bad with money can’t get rid of his debt
Sadly another casualty
I balls out, my cash straight, I’m Skylar Diggins
I’m from the city, they blow out brains, we optimistic
[Intro: Jarren Benton]
I’m going nuts George Carver nigga pause a nigga
Pistol on me
You can’t win when you got haters on the team
Money talks and niggas is dummies
My momma told me, "Nigga focus on academics"
No competition, I’m droppin’ wisdom, the hottest nigga
What’s poppin’ Benton we eatin’ it’s time to starve them niggas

Cash rule everything around me
I’m back with vengeance the label gave me no rapper image
It’s apparent these niggas wildin’ they need parents
Shit they put you in the pages for smackin’ your babies
It feel like a [?] of princes with a pinch of Catholicism
Tell your baby mama she should call an awesome nigga
The modern Jigga, the Nas, mixed with the album Thriller
Bitch I’m ruthless, I’m fucked and I make excuses
Fresh like a Harlem nigga man what’s wrong with niggas
Came out the pussy hole acting this crazy
[Verse 2: Nick Grant]
I’m ridin’ Phantom with your bitch, that’s a Goblin visit
I’m Maury Povich, Mama cryin’ cuz Daddy missin’
Ain’t nothing funny ay
I balls out, cash straight, you gotta dig it
It’s a wrap, the stick left you stiff as a mummy
Keep starin’ I draw the weapon like Keith Haring
Don’t front you niggas know me
These niggas hatin’, my patience thin as these model bitches
Uh
I’m hotter than a lot of niggas, fuck it, all ’em niggas
They did that nigga Eric Garner like he Radio Raheem (blerghhh)
I went from no pot to piss in to a pile of vicious
I eat like Tony Soprano
I’m so for real, my jokes are deep, the sharks’ll giggle
Wipe the prints off the cage that merked ’em
I can’t sleep cuz I ain’t count a billion yet
Damn
Too many niggas wanna be rappers, trappers, and athletes
These niggas bleedin’, don’t front like your ass is Christopher Reeves
If niggas won’t smoke we gon get to coughin’ nigga

Ferrari Spider shit just looks like it’s crawlin’ nigga
My biggest distraction, the baddest women
Then throw the deuces I told you bitches we ain’t exclusive
Life is a bitch
No D batteries they train ’em at academies
I’m the man, did that shit with no father figure
You dancin’ with the stars, the cosmos are outta rhythm
Okay I’m back in business
My momma must have did crack in the 80’s
I’m pistol totin’ the biggest bang could slap a chemist
Ain’t no fuck this Superman you get wet up in your jeans (erghh)
No empathy for niggas just wet up their whole anatomy
Circle the block and hit the lane that’s smirkin’
[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
Yeah
We eatin’ it’s time to starve them niggas
Marinara with rigatoni
I’m too authentic, I’m too much for the avid listener
How you broke when you just had a million net
The back, the center, stick up niggas like Robin Givens
I’ma black activist on Actavis your math don’t add up
I got killas on payroll, let me feelin’ a check ay
These niggas bad at calculus I never close the Maybach curtains

Jarren Benton – $30K Mink (The Mink Coat Killa Lp)

A line of coke will make me see sporadic
She too ghetto for that five star, took that hoe to Rallys
I got that bitch the number 2
And you never met a nigga with hundred thousand dollar minks on his bad bitch

Ay rest in peace niggas salute pour out 100 proof
Verse 2
Y’all niggas fake like the easter rabbit
I don’t respect a nigga that would steal from his family because he need bread
I might perform at bonnaroo

I appreciate y’all niggas for tuning in
The people still need water in Flint

Sneaker addict, I stay killing shit, Grim Reaper at it
30 thousand dollar minks bitch
Blaow, Sarah connor let the llama loose
Tommy wearing breakers cream wallabies
Fly nigga with thin patience, Ben Franklins
Blunts top me off a Winnebago

King Benton, I probably got your broad on my dick
Spitzwell on the muthafuckin buttons and shit
Ooh, Piss on your grave, real niggas will never honor you
Mink Coat Killa man
My goons rip the draco
[?] and hold a pistol like motherfuck the holster, nigga
Bless the kid that gotta grow up like, "My father’s a snitch."
You see the way this muthafuckin mink fit
Ugh, I’m slick like Micheal Jackson’s loafers
Verse 1
It’s the god, when they play this, Flex drop me a bomb
It’s all about the pesos, money talks case closed
It’s the God baby
Fuck y’all apologies
Mink Coat Killa tell them pussy ass niggas that they summer’s through
Lord Benton
Yeah, uh
Man, woman and child go buy the fucking album Salute to statin’, If they ain’t heard of Benton, you should slap ’em.
Yeah, I’m just talking my shit, fuck this shit, let me go again
Goddamn man
And they worry bout’ the border, nigga, Karma’s a bitch
Church
Rain on bitches when they droppin’ their thongs
8Track on the beat
On Coogi men sweaters, rugers for the vendettas
Uhh, I’m going back to Cali
Death threats will make ’em holler’ peace
I’m just talkin’ my shit, man
Do something with yourself you funky dog-faced bitch
Detail the whip tell ’em to clean the fabric
Mud on my kicks this motherfucking sofa
These niggas been hatin’ so pussy they menstruating
You know what I’m saying, bitch?
Hunnid rounds to your face when the ox in my palm
Real niggas never break O’s
Never joined a band but I went and got me a drum
Interlude
I take my bitch shoe shopping on Rodeo
Bullets in the back of the king’s head
Too many dickriders, not enough trendsetters, I spend cheddar
Outro
Pardon me, don’t mean to be dramatic
I walk out the crib like "Where the fuck the chauffeur?"

Jarren Benton – The One (feat. Demrick) (The Mink Coat Killa Lp)

Salute to stat and i be [?} in my army jacket lining
Grim reaper marking all these corny faggots rhyming, Motherfucker
I make these peasants kiss these feet Everything i drop is fire i don’t miss a beat Gold on my teeth.
Hit that ass flat she better have Kardashian cash
[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]

I watch these rappers turn to bitches like they Kaitlyn Jenner
These niggas softer than the center of a danish muffin I bring the motherfucking rockets, let the stainless touch ’em.
My niggas like a chemist in the kitchen
Gucci ski-mask i make the coward run his wristwatch

*Scratches* I’m the one
“I’m with your BM in the Caiman Islands parasailing
Loan and disabilities mama could hardly raise me
[Hook: Demrick]
*Scratches* I’m the one
[Verse 2: Jarren Benton]
[Intro
I got money to make, bitch, you better grab you a cab
OG Kush inside the ziplock we ’bout to twist Pac’ Grady baby, poverty make me crazy
I need a bitch with a Kardashian ass
These bitches acting different and they feelings you don’t fuck with Mr.Benton

*Scratches* I’m the one
I throw a nigga off the plane and watch him flip from the [?]
Ladies, rub your titties if you love hip-hop
God shining like for brothers stuck in dark places
Expensive mix, puking liquor in the kitchen sink
Count my blessing every night before i sleep
[?]
Tec In The church
Send a prayer to all incarcerated Scarfaces
Click, click, blaow, Told that nigga to catch me outside

Cause i’m the one
Praise the lord benton 911 porsche spinnin
*Scratches* I’m the one
It’s that Wu killer shit swarming out the beehive
Gators’ fit me like the pimp of the year
Niggas [?] Wool loco on the front of my hoodie
I’m Negan with Lucille, i’m bout’ to bash out his eyes
No mercy for those who wanna see they enemy
*Scratches* I’m the one
*Sample*
Cause i’m the one
*Scratches* I’m the one
When i smash, why these bitches wanna crash in the pad?
My niggas hustle cuz’ they job is ‘Care for family’ [?]
Head is the bread it’s the perfect recipe
Yeah, bitches, the king grimy like i’m prince akeem [?]
[?] Get shanked up with sharp razors
Bitches throw the pussy thinking they gon’ spend my CREAM. These hoes can’t even get the lint that’s sitting in my jeans
I bet they want, the second it burst
No mercy for those who wanna see they enemy
Wine from Italy pop corks with divorced women
My white bitch a dead head so i get neck in the hearse, Get it? Such into hootie swag pistol in the Gucci bag
I’m out in Cali with my nigga Flick, Twist and Keith

Labels raping niggas, started waking niggas, bitch, i came for dinner
Gold on me like Rick the Ruler i get the Moolah
I give a bitch the world if she know how to ride a stiff cock
[?] handle covered up with the Louie rag
[Hook: Demrick]
[?]
These niggas talk sideways like they gon’ lynch my team
Head is the bread it’s the perfect recipe
Still Eastside, drugs got my brain refried
Niggas turn to tracks star winning Narcs’ chase us

Boogeyman benton, rappers better run from the bully
Count my blessing every night before i sleep

Jarren Benton – Tears (feat. Big Cheeko) (The Mink Coat Killa Lp)

Snakes and the bitches with the fat ass tits and small waists
And then appear at the wake
Niggas passing and we pour more beers
I got niggas locked down tryna stand out
Cried so much he dried his tear ducts up

After laughter, comes tears
I won’t be specific
They sayin’ Biggie is back but now he backpackin’
The killas pull up with the straps and then they clap at your car

It’s on sight, like Blaow, bout to spray y’all up
Faggots knockin’ your marriage

I live the life that these niggas just wanna rap about
Spent a night on the carouse
After laughter, comes tears
God bless the kid that really lived that shit that you personify
So when I’m cryin’ on a track, boy, these hunger tears
Baby girl just wanna be a Kardashian, I ain’t mad at them

Shed tears for my niggas that perished
After laughter, comes tears
If the pussy good I let the bitch go buy a few stiletto’s
Haters fold like money and keep they hands out
I need the rake, the money and tractor
Girl, that shit hot, she probably burn down the Vatican
Rats, blowin’ kush in a Cubano Cigarillo
These bitches flock when you wear it
[Verse 3: Jarren Benton]
Another black death, heard he caught a slug to his brain
(After laughter comes tears)
And I won’t let up on these niggas till I count a million
What the fuck?
Now he want revenge, lurkin’ with the AR tucked
But they keep saying
Seen a nigga shot dead in my younger years
Lames getting lost in that pussy just like a labyrinth
Put ’em up in position, get ’em high as a ceilin’

Uh
It’s the god, bon voyage niggas is frauds
Ay why the devil always prey on us?
(After laughter comes tears)
Started lord’s best work through a sonogram
This the mind call me ‘papa’ is you in or what?
You said you bossed up my nigga whats your plan ’bout
I’ll try to hold back my, my, my tears
I put ’em under the sand, ugh
You ain’t hard, I’ll pull up, take a shit in your yard
[Verse 2: Big Cheeko]
After laughter, comes tears
Ain’t no love in this game
Yo, Yo, uh
After your laughter oh, oh, oh
Sippin’ red wine in Paris, get topped on a terrace
And hug his enemy’s mama and didn’t break, damn
After laughter, comes tears
It’s a homicide, likely you traumatized
These faggots yappin’ with the captain and Sarge’
After laughter, comes tears

Bitches further on my dick when I clean it up
[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
Niggas kill and tat a tear on his face
I’mma chase the feelin’
After his death, his brother wasn’t the same
Uh, Yeah
After laughter, comes tears
See I came from the bottom I ain’t seen enough
It’s more tears, nigga
Bodies on that pistol, serial got scuffed from the paint
Lord Benton in that Benz wagon, looking ravishing, nigga
Free all my niggas from them cells when I make it out
I wonder, can I hold them till tomorrow

Niggas forget to mention when you break em off with digits
I’ll try to hide, hide my sorrow
Then go and plot with a sheriff
Cartier frames cover his pain
And if your soul is dead I get it back crackin’
After laughter, comes tears
Murder rappers, the Son of Sam

Still grieving so we pour more tears

Jarren Benton – Ill Nigga (The Mink Coat Killa Lp)

Bitches injectin’ Collagen
Foot so far up in your ass i need me a podiatrist

Duck when the [?] speak
You pussy, hide behind computers and pop shit
Tell yo mama we fuckin’ ill nigga
Preposterous, your sister got a neck like an ostrich
[Hook]
Shout out to Asian niggas that don’t like to use chopsticks
We ill nigga…
Illest nigga breathin’ oxygen

Nuttin’ but fire shit, when Dirty Art Club is providin’ it-

errggh Bitch please…
Nuttin’ but the fire shit, Dirty Art is prividin’ it
Tell yo sister fuckin ill nigga..
Your favorite rapper’s a pipsqueak
[To Be Continued]
Dumb as a sack of bricks, i met the bitch [?]
[Verse #2: Jarren Benton]
My kicks be, fly shit
Uh, Yeah
Heavy concentrated strains created by a scientist
[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]

Overthrow the government they rulin’ with an iron fist

We ill nigga…
And got the nerve to tell me she ain’t swallowin?
So fuckin high feel like i fell out the cockpit
Huh

Jarren Benton – The Break Up (feat. Bingx) (The Mink Coat Killa Lp)

She been mad ever since Monday
Damn, ain’t nothing like a broke heart
Dissin’ on that nigga loading his shows, you mad wrong
Time pass, we enjoyin’ our life
[Chorus: Bingx]

Psych, that’s no excuse for the bullshit
You don’t give a fuck about that, no, no, no
I hope all ya teeth fall out ya mouth, bitch
But you don’t give a fuck about that, though
Aye, we deserve it, we carried a lot of baggages
[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
And it’s already Sunday
Aye, once upon a time I called you my wife
Throwing dishes at a nigga, that ain’t fuckin’ right
She can’t stand a nigga drawin’ up divorce papers
I still wanna split the nigga’s wig
She don’t wanna speak of shit
And it’s already Sunday

She been mad ever since Monday
She don’t wanna speak of shit
[Verse 2: Jarren Benton]
Threw my exclusive kicks and shit in the front yard
And now we out
Aye, newsletter, what the fuck can you tell her?
I pray to god we find happiness
But honestly I didn’t believe that you weren’t doin’ shit
Ass gettin’ fatter, did it for the new fella
Bitch, I ain’t doing bad, shit, I’m stackin’ new cheddar
But I was cursed with a dick, baby, my mind’s twisted
But you don’t give a fuck about that
Uh, I hope the kids are just swell
We used to love each other now we argue, fuss and fight
It gets major, four months later
Lord knows, I’m sorry I wasn’t loyal
I mean tomorrow make a week of it
I shouldn’t have cheated, I’m sorry ’bout the side bitches
But you don’t give a fuck about that, though
Uh, and now she want me out the house
I mean tomorrow make a week of it
I know I made mistakes, I’m beggin’ you to stay, girl
Cause that’d be some real foul shit
Ya sister hate me but ya momma still [?]
But you don’t give a fuck about that
I know I made mistakes, I’m beggin’ you to stay, girl

And my kids like "Damn, the living room is dad’s home"
[Chorus: Bingx] (x2)
She moving on, now a nigga gettin’ jealous
I’m paranoid, I go to sleep I gotta tuck a knife
You don’t give a fuck about that, no, no, no
Don’t date no lames that wear sandals and neck shells
She don’t give a fuck about that, though
She don’t give a fuck about that, though
She tell a nigga "Bounce," she got me sleepin’ on the couch

Don’t suck a nigga’s dick then go home and kiss the kids
Cause she might take my life in the middle of the night

Arcade Fire – Signs Of Life

But there’s no signs of life
[Chorus]
[Chorus]

Who did you ask?
Looking for signs every night
Looking for signs of life
Stuck in the past
Spend your life waiting in line
Looking for signs every night

Friday, Saturday, sometimes Sunday
Apartments of cigarette ash

So we do it again
(Signs of life)
But there’s no signs of life
Looking for signs of life

[Verse 1]
So we do it again
[Bridge]
So we do it again
Stuck in the past
Looking for signs every night
"Where are we going?"
Wait outside until it begins
Looking for signs every night
Who did you ask?
Looking for signs every night
So we do it again
First kiss tastes like cigarettes
Looking for signs of life
Looking for signs every night
Then you do it again
Apartments of cigarette ash
God in heaven, could you please me?
In a world of cigarette ash
Still looking for signs of life (Looking for signs of life)
[Chorus]
But there’s no signs of life
(Still looking)
Looking for signs every night
Then you do it again
You find it hard to define
Stuck in the past

You find it hard to define
Who did you ask?
Looking for signs every night
Looking for signs of life
But there’s no signs of life
Looking for signs of life
Love is hard, sex is easy
So we do it again
Those cool kids
"Where are we going?"
But you do it every time
Those cool kids
You think you invented life
Looking for signs every night
Stuck in the past
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
So we do it again
Once again you lost your friends
Looking for signs of life
So we do it again
[Verse 2]
(Signs of life)

Looking for signs of life
Looking for signs of life

But there’s no signs of life
So we do it again
But there’s no signs of life
In a world of cigarette ash
Around and around again
But there’s no signs of life
Looking for signs every night
Looking for signs of life
[Chorus]

But there’s no signs of life
"Where are we going?"
Dead man walking take your bets
Still looking for signs of life
Looking for signs of life
[Chorus]
But you do it every time
[Verse 3]
But there’s no signs of life
Who did you ask?
Those cool kids
Won’t be the first ones in
Who did you ask?
Those cool kids
So we do it again
So we do it again
But there’s no signs of life

Toni Romiti – Trust In Me

Trust in me
Well guess what now you have it
For you to feel the way that you feel
And I already told him the truth
But he still don’t even
Why this nigga keep going through my phone?
[Verse 2]
I don’t mean to be rude
Well guess what now you have it
Why this nigga keep going through my phone?
[Intro]

Trust I’ma disappear like magic nigga
And now I do not know
You always pray for a bad bitch
Yeah, I really wanna be with you
You always pray for a bad bitch
He don’t trust in me

Trust in me
And he probably never will

He don’t

He gon’ get your feelings up, hmm
I’m not average nigga

I swear he thinks I’m cheatin’
[Verse 1]
I swear he thinks I’m cheating’
I fucked with Michael and Kyle
Well what guess now you have it
Hey!
No matter how many times I put some dudes to the side
We fucked with each other for a while
This ain’t gon’ work
Boy you know I’m fucking with you
He don’t
(my phone) Why this nigga keep going through my phone?
No matter how many times I put some dudes to the side
But I laugh at niggas
I won’t show you what’s inside
I swear he thinks I’m cheatin’
Trust in me
Trust in me

I look pass these niggas
[Bridge]
If you keep looking for love
There’s not another guy
It’s time for me to tell the truth
I don’t have nothing to hide
Until you tried to go through my phone
[Chorus]

But he still don’t even
Why this nigga keep going through my phone?
If you keep getting on my nerves
He don’t
But he still don’t even
You were insecure all along
You always prayin’ for a bad bitch
But then you wanna act insecure
[Chorus]
He still don’t trust in me
I can’t do this anymore
How I’ma cut them both off
But I got a third dude
He still don’t trust in me
And I already told him the truth
Every nigga ’round wish that they could have this nigga
[Outro]
Trust in me
No matter how many times I put some dudes to the side
I don’t need to lie
And I already told him the truth
I’m the baddest nigga
[Chorus]
He still don’t trust in me
We never had no problem or no issue
Trust in me
I swear I didn’t do a thing

J. Balvin & Willy William – Mi Gente

Que seguimos rompiendo aquí
¿Y dónde está mi gente?
El mundo nos quiere, nos quiere
Los tengo bailando, rompiendo y yo sigo aquí
(Ay di que sí)

Esta fiesta no tiene fin

Esquina a esquina, de ahí no’ vamo’

[Pre Chorus: J Balvin, Willy William]
J Balvin, man
Así que vamos a romper
Estoy muy duro, sí, okay, ahí vamos
La fiesta no para, apenas comienza
Mais fais bouger la tête
Toda mi gente se mueve
Ya empezamos cómo es
Mi música no discrimina a nadie
Se come-ci, si comme-ça
¿Y dónde está mi gente?
Botellas para arriba, sí

No le bajamos, más nunca paramos
Willy William
Y me quiere a mí
Un, dos, tres, leggo’
Y se baila así
Me gusta (Freeze)
¿Y dónde está mi gente?
Me gusta (Freeze)
Hago música que entretiene
Los tengo bailando, rompiendo y yo sigo aquí
Mira el ritmo cómo los tiene

[Pre Chorus: J Balvin, Willy William]
Worldwide
Los DJ’s no mienten, le gusta a mi gente
Botellas para arriba, sí
[Outro: J Balvin]
Tamos’ rompiendo la discoteca
Es otro palo y ¡Blam!
Toda mi gente se mueve
Esta fiesta no tiene fin
Mi música los tiene fuerte bailando
[Verse 3: J Balvin]
(Ay di que sí)
[Verse 2: Willy William]
Mira el ritmo cómo los tiene
El mundo es grande pero lo tengo en mi’ manos

¿Y dónde está mi gente?
Hago música que entretiene
Que seguimos rompiendo aquí
Ma chèrie, la la la la la
J Balvin, Willy William

Say yeah, yeah, yeah
Y con el tiempo nos seguimos elevando
Mais fais bouger la tête
Un, dos, tres, leggo’
Y eso se fue mundial (Freeze)
Say yeah, yeah, yeah

Francia, Colombia

[Verse 1: J Balvin]
Si el ritmo te lleva a mover la cabeza

Tory Lanez – Bal Harbour (feat. A$AP Ferg)

We all on
I got 40s in the rugers when we all on
All I’m trynna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Push button and the doors close
These dollar signs be driving me crazy
And we finna go up in the air
Taking all your friends on a dinner date
And I catch a lil dome in the lair
I call that shit playing around
Bitch we all on
Big time
We all on
She drink about four by 10, shoes, they all Phillip Lim
I be up way in the clouds

Gave them no choice
All I’m trynna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Givenchy and Balmain
Why you fucking with him he cannot compete
Only make you mad see these diamonds on me
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
All I’m trynna do is put my dog on
Girl don’t worry bout the cost, them broads don’t know about them
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
Givenchy and Balmain
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Get this money till it’s all gone
Bitch we all on
She hopped up in my whip cause she know I got l the juice

Chuck the money up till it’s all gone
Someone get the shooters cause we all on
[Hook: Tory Lanez]
I love her then fuck her like everyday
Come hop in my ride with me baby

Someone get the shooters cause we all on
Put my thumb in her butt she like yeah
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
We all on
All I’m trynna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
I got 40s in the rugers when we all on
Givenchy and Balmain
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
With a million dollar wardrobe
Cause fuck nigga weighing me down
I’m gonna be yours someday
I made a full circle with the plane
Right up in the crib where the phantom stay
Givenchy and Balmain
I just fucked your bitch, now she hanging with the crew
In the foreign switching lanes , nigga that’s just how we do
We all on
Big time
They all on my nuts like a payday
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Pulling up Rolls Royce
Big chain get flood now
I got a hundred chains, hundred thousand on the jewels
All you fuck niggas I ignore those
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
Got the whole polar pacific climate on me
I got 40s in the rugers when we all on
When I’m telling bitches hop in
We all on
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains
[Hook: Tory Lanez]
Givenchy and Balmain
We all on
When I’m up in the club then it’s pay day
Chuck the money up till it’s all gone
I put on the whole clique on bust down
We all on
Getting this cake like Anna Mae
We all on
Fuck nigga sit the fuck down

Someone get the shooters cause we all on
[Hook: Tory Lanez]
Chuck the money up till it’s all gone
Givenchy and Balmain
We all on
(I swear)
Rolls Royce gave them no voice
[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
We all on
Man the whole world know we up now
I swear
Big time
In the back of my bus I go yeah
Diamonds dancing crazy, all my jewelry nae nae
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
Airplane mode for the phone
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
Bitch we all on
We all on
We all on
We up in the crib watching anime
Im gonna just cuff her fuck what they say

Calvin Harris – Slide (feat. Frank Ocean & Migos)

When they call her workin’ on The Bachelor
[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
Starin’ at my diamonds while I’m hoppin’ out the spaceship
Whatever comes, comes too clear
And your friends really wanna break us apart
I got a hundred G’s in my Goyard (G’s)
Do you try on all your nights like this? (I might)
We gon’ pipe up and turn up (pipe up)
Do you slide on all your nights like this?
And buy that boy a wooden pipe (slide, yeah)
Average, I’ma make a million on the average
I know you got a past, I got a past, that’s in the back of us
And whatever comes, comes too clear
And buy that boy a wooden pipe (ooh, yeah)
Twice we could see it ’til the end
(Offset!) Good gracious
She havin’ it
[Intro: Frank Ocean]

Put some spotlight on the slide
Buy that boy a wooden pipe
And buy that boy a wooden pipe
(I might) Do you try on all your nights like this?
You and I’ll take a ride down the boulevard (yeah)
Mama too hot like a furnace (furnace)
Put some spotlight on the side
Do you slide on all your nights like this?
We gon’ light up and burn up (burn up)
[Verse 2: Quavo]
Like we could dye it all blonde, hon’
Mama too hot like a (like what?)
Good lord
It’s like we could dye our own hair
Buy that boy a wooden pipe
(I might) Do you try on all your nights like this?

Put that spotlight on her face (ah, yeah)
Took off her panties, diamonds dancin’ like Rick Ricardo
[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
I might empty my bank account (ooh)
Do you slide on all your nights like this?
Put some spotlight on the slide
This my favorite part, we see the lights, they cut so far
She swallowed the bottle while I sit back and smoke gelato
I might
Buy that boy a wooden pipe
Put some spotlight on the side

Player, we’re still in Lincoln Park
[Verse 3: Offset]
Empty my bank account
Buy that boy a wooden pipe
And whatever comes, comes too clear
You my baby, the paparazzi flashin’ crazy
Empty my bank account (ooh, slide)
Do you try on all your nights like this? (I might)
[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
I might empty my bank account
Bitch’ll be dippin’, dabbin’ with niggas like a nacho
[Outro: Frank Ocean]
And buy that boy a wooden pipe

(Do you slide on all your nights like this?)
All this jewelry ain’t no use when it’s this dark
Wrist on the wrist, a link of charms, yeah
It went too fast, we couldn’t reach it with our arm
Whatever comes, comes too clear
I might
I might, I might (slide)
Put that spotlight on her face (spotlight)
I’m ridin’ with no brain, bitch I’m out of it
My diamonds gon’ shine when the lights dark (shine)
If we could see in 20-20
I might, I might
Do you slide on all your nights like this?
Need your information, take vacation to Malaysia
Walk in my mansion, twenty thousand paintings, Picasso

Towkio – Drift

[Verse 1]
I might no-look past the assist
Watch me do the dash, I ain’t skrt
Arigatou Gozaimasu, Towki Towki, skrt
Yeah, call me Worldwide Young Towki, they know just who I am
Arigatou Gozaimasu, Towki Towki Towki-san
Towkio, (drift, drift, drift) Towkio
Towkio, (drift, drift, drift) Towkio
Drift, drift, drift, drift, drift, drift
Hit my gas, then I skrt skrt
I mean, I’m up, I give ’em shit that they can bump
Like catch that swagger from that
Bet they finally caught my drift (drift, drift, drift)
I see zombies, they be on me, they be on me
I said watch me do the dance, then I skrt
People feelings gettin’ hurt when I hit ’em with that curve
I said I was just a shawty, I will whip the ten speed like an Audi
Drift, drift, drift, drift, drift, drift
Arigatou Gozaimasu, Towki Towki Towki-san
Nowadays it’s "whose mans?", everybody tryna build
Shades on, skrt
Towkio, (drift, drift, drift) Towkio (drift, drift, drift)
Dark tint, you can’t see me through the glass
Skrt, kill!
Skrt, drift
Just a kid, at my cousin crib like the Fresh Prince
Swerve, drift drift drift
Think I got ’em all convinced, bitch its Towki
Now I only see the dashboard, passport, start collecting stamps
Wasn’t with me trappin’ out the [?], nah they want me like a bounty on me
See, they thirsty for that juice so take a sip I swear I got it
Arigatou Gozaimasu, Towki Towki Towki-san
Arigatou Gozaimasu, Towki Towki Towki-san
Now they catch my drift
Wrist in the pot, eatin’ ramen like it’s Ruth Chris
Arigatou Gozaimasu, Towki Towki Towki-san
[Hook]
Drift, drift, drift
[Hook]

Chk, chk, chk, chk, chk
Now, I got ’em all convinced and I can finally save my breath
Now, they know just who I am
Yeah it’s Towki, yeah it’s Towki, think they finally know
Yeah, I splash ’em with that swag
Drift, drift, drift
Arigatou Gozaimasu, Towki Towki Towki-san
They finally caught my drift (drift, drift, drift)

I don’t know them But who is them?
Towkio, (drift, drift, drift) Towkio (drift, drift, drift)

Love class, never lookin’ back
Now they catch my drift
Drift, drift, drift
[Verse 2]
Gettin’ booked at festivals, we used to have to hop a fence
I said, ooh she bad, ooh she let me crack, I might smash
You know I will not pretend, my only friend the ATM, he tell me
Yeah, I’m doin’ numbers, doin’ math
You are not my fan, bitch I’m out that jam
Yeah I hit ’em with that drift, ’cause they be reaching
Arigatou Gozaimasu, Towki Towki, skrt