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Migos – Naw, Naw Lyrics

[Chorus: Quavo]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Take a look at my life back then, trap season
When you make it, everybody think it’s easy
My family need me, my squad let me lead them
Get this bitch ass nigga, tryna run up on me
Had the plug with the Maly, the Xans and the counterfeit
When I’m livin the Migo life, it’s hard to live
When I walk with my shooter, it’s hard to give
For real, man, you know we made a mill
Independent, we ain’t sign no deal
You niggas trippin, cause you out buisness
We came in the game, so vavaisous
We in mantions, doing shows
RIP my nigga Pistol Pete, I know he lookin down on us
Now when I walk around, a north nigga gotta keep the Mac

[Chorus: Quavo]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset!
Na, for real, had to grab the Duce in time
Na, for real, young rich nigga got ripped off, over halftime
On the block, beat it like Alkine
200 for the Alk-line
Standin in the stove with a slab, that’s a cookie slab
Police try to give me life, I had a alabi
Fuck nigga, you lie
Real nigga hit you with the Mac and the 9
For real, we the new Hot Boys
Stack up all that money, gotta be a downpour
We ahead of the lingo, go ahead and pour
Skellitons on the Rolli, lookin bold
I’m a batuler, I live in the mansion, let’s get it
40 for the safe, that’s right, yep

[Chorus: Quavo]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Pintes never seeled, I keep the bricks in the seel for sail
Remember kickin in doors, takin stacks to help my grandma career
Trap on the blocks, with the racks and snow
Young nigga tryna make a dope deal
They askin me questions, like Dr. Phill
Got excited when I saw half a mill
I was plannin just to get a record deal, now we independent, only come for Ms
Came a long way from bustin sticks and steal
There’s a lot of shit I regret I did
Can’t let neggitivity get to me, I’m taking a private jet to Sissilie
So you the Grinch stole Christmas
I got the OG, in that Christmas tree

[Chorus: Quavo]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real

League of Legends – Awaken Lyrics

[Verse 1]
The night beckons while you dream
A life never lives in peace
As you stand upon the edge
Woven by a single thread
And fate may fall down upon you
While the devil is knocking
Right at your door

[Chorus]
So all you restless
Each night you hear the drums of war
Awaken, awaken
The voice begins to call you while you hunger
A taste of destiny you’re searching for
Awaken, awaken
The fight is at your door, take up the cause

[Bridge]
(Ah, ha, oh, ha)
(Awaken, awaken, awaken, awaken) (Hehahahahaha)
(Awaken, awaken, awaken, awaken)
Awaken, awaken, awaken, awaken

[Verse 2]
(Ah, ah)
As you stand upon the edge (Ah, ah)
Hanging in the balance (Ah, ah)
And fate may fall down upon you (Ah, ah)
While the devil is knocking

[Chorus]
So all you restless
Each night you hear the drums of war (Hear the drums of war) (Ah)
Awaken, awaken (Ah)
The voice begins to call you while you hunger (Ah) (While you hunger)
A taste of destiny you’re searching for (Ah, ah)
Awaken, awaken

[Outro]
Awaken, ya (Ya)

Missy Elliott – All 4 U Lyrics

[Intro: Missy Elliot]
Sexy! Rah!
We gon’ keep it sexy yall
You dig? Oooh…
Let’s go!

[Verse 1: Missy Elliott]
Baby what’s up with you tonight
You wanna get busy I can read your mind
Baby, I can see you looking
Pour some champagne and you might get lucky
Touch on me, touch on me, gimme gimme honey
I don’t want ya, want ya money
I just want you get on me (come on!)
I’ve been checking you from across the room
Money ain’t a thing baby, what it do
Ain’t no need to keep on waiting (yah!)
Tell them other bitches they can keep on hatin’
It’s you that I want and I want what I want
And I get it, get it, get it, get it, get it

[Chorus: Missy Elliot]
It’s all for you
Don’t you turn it down
Til I show you my move
You won’t be disappointed (I like this!)
Hey there shorty let me get that thang
Let’s see how long that thing hang

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Okay Missy, uhhhhm
I know what you’re looking for
Got you butt naked in the condo cooking for
A nigga like Weezy, please say the baby
And just like I’m begging I please all the ladies
Ease off the Richtor Scale, lil ‘girl
Make you feel it in your pussy to your fuckin’ fingernails
I’m a beast with it baby, you ever had it beasted?
Leave that thing pink like Easter
Kiss ya on each of ya lips, yep all four of ’em
Dammn, shawty just won’t let go of ’em
She gon’ need more of ’em, I leave that thing wetter
I beat that thing up and then I kiss it ’till it’s better

JT Machinima – I Can Do Anything Lyrics

[Intro: JT Music]
Boo hoo, uee hee hee….
Oh woe is me-eee…

[Verse 1: JT Music]
Welcome to the Dark World, devoid of decisions
Lacking in losers or winners
Yet a beauty is joying within my heart
And my hearts go out to you sinners

Lo, behold these approaching visitors
How I pity you unwitting prisoners
I see from behind these bars
Just how deprived of freedom you three are
See, I’m not a puppet strung out for your entertainment
Though I’m locked away, only you are in containment
In the dark, only blind eyes see
There’s a game to be played that will set minds free
You need to find the key, key, unlock the door
Step outside with me – be a pawn no more
Mind your HP, cuz I’m keeping score
I never had such fun, fun before

[Pre-Chorus 1: JT Music]
I am the freed one, but I’m the only
My little freedom grows so lonely
How I wonder what for you’re searching
Come and see what keeps my world turnin’

[Chrous: CG5]
Bring me the broken keys
Bring joy back to my hearts
We shall all be set free
I can do anything
Do you enjoy this game
You play within your hearts?
This world cannot be tamed
We can’t cut, cut the strings

[Post-Chorus: JT Music]
You were outcast zeroes
Became the proudest “Heroes”
Can you see yet that you’re trapped in a jail?
You might get help from this Jevil’s tale

[Verse 2: JT Music]
I was the best court jester, long before
But the boring kings brought upon me – snore
So this former performer was forced to retire
But now I’ll certainly set these curtains on fire
I’m clever, clever, cuz I never did my time
Though I promise I am innocent of any wicked crime
You’ll be safe playing with me, but I may make you dizzy
My cryptic vernacular will have your head spinning
When you were dealt a hand, yes the deck was rigged
But you’re the ace in the hole, you could wreck the King
Having fun? Join the club, tell the friends you bring
With my hearts, diamonds, I can do anything

Your minds are confined, it is I who can break locks
Show you the way, you could say I’m a great boss
Am I your friends? Perhaps, perhaps not
Mischief, mischief, a chaos, chaos!

[Pre-Chorus 2: JT Music, CG5]
By the time that you’ve played your parts (Oooohhh)
A nightmare will awaken in your hearts
When the game has ended, and every fight stopped
If you need to leave me, please keep the lights off!

[Chorus: CG5]
Bring me the broken keys
Bring joy back to my hearts
We shall all be set free
I can do anything
Do you enjoy this game
You play within your hearts?
This world cannot be tamed
We can’t cut, cut the strings

[Instrumental: CG5]
La la la la la la la la la la la la-la la
La la la la la la-la
La-la la-aaa-aaa
La la la la la la la la la la la la-la la
La la la la la la-la
La-la la-aaa-aaa

[Bridge: JT Music, CG5]
If this is prison, are you fit for ripping down its bars? (Bars?)
I foresee chaos collapse a fragile house of cards (Cards)
So run around the ring, you’re bound to drink from Founts of Dark (Dark)
You’ll do your strongest, just so long as you’re not out of hearts (You’re not out of hearts)

[Verse 3: JT Music]
For a Lightner, you’re awful blinded
Every fate is firmly formed, don’t deny it
Atop the tipsy tower sits a tyrant
Deliver him a Devilsknife – see it smilin’?
Don’t be sad, you’re not so bad, it’s just a numbers game
So if you end up dead, well then I’m not the one to blame
We’re not in control, who could hold the puppet strings?
I see you now, I know how you end up encaged

You’ve fallen so far, and then farther
Deep into the dark, darker, yet darker
I was but a taste, it only gets harder
Keep a friend close – and remember what you’ve taught her

[Pre-Chorus 3: JT Music]
Yet, maybe there is hope you’ll see
Your shackles don’t need any broken keys
How little weight any choice that we make is carrying
But if nothing matters, can I do anything?

[Chorus: CG5]
Bring me the broken keys
Bring joy back to my hearts
We shall all be set free
I can do anything
Do you enjoy this game
You play within your hearts?
This world cannot be tamed
We can’t cut, cut the strings

[Instrumental: CG5]
La la la la la la la la la la la la-la la
La la la la la la-la
La-la la-aaa-aaa
La la la la la la la la la la la la-la la
La la la la la la-la
La-la la-aaa-aaa

[Outro: JT Music]
Boo hoo, uee hee hee….
Oh woe is me-eee…

Miniminter – SIDEMEN DISS TRACK Lyrics

[Intro]
Sidemen? Isn’t that those [?] little British kids on the YouTube?
Ah, they’re fuckin’ wack dog

[Verse 1]
You’re called Sidemen, but why man? Y’all are kids
Shit, I don’t get this, it says men but ya side bitches
You had your moment, but notice your times slipping
I’m about to roast, then focus to find ditches
To bury you in, so many various sins
You ain’t funny but your faces hilariousness
To the YouTube community, y’all embarrassing
So fuckin’ retarded, it’s just like you’re Jerry’s kids
Need to stop thinking y’all are YouTube gangsters
When really y’all are knobs, yeah, y’all dudes wankers
But wait, first, I’ll let you know before the diss is out
Can meet me in the streets and I’ll knock you bitches out
[?]
[?]
But you did one thing [?], so I can’t be a hater, look
Your guys’ book, it makes really good toilet paper
So that was a hot sixteen but nope, I’m not done
Done wrecking you as a team, time for one by one
Like I’m sadistically cutting the fingers and toes of prisoners
You do it for the subs, I do this for the listeners
First up JJ, AKA KSI
Got a big forehead, he wears a bandanna to hide
Heard he beefed his brother, indeed they smashed
I’d make y’all a human centipede, but you love eatin’ ass
Next up Miniminter, fact also known as Simon
Just got his legs waxed, tonight I break his hymen
Your pink hair trash, like your shitty Fifa vid blogs
You’re a dumbass, that’s why your name is Real Nimrod
Next up Josh, Zerkaa bitch, this guy is a joke
I’d tell you gag on this dick, but you like being choked
You’re dirty and boring, top, you a lame and a stooge
With pubic dreadlocks, he never shaving his pubes
Let’s move onto Vik the dick, AKA Vikkstar
An Indian prick with a small dick hard
Look yo, people see your channel, bet they getting bored
You should get off YouTube and go back to tech support
Now we proceed to Ethan, Imma get in Behzinga
And give this ugly motherfucka my fist and my middle finger
You like taking pictures, I’m inside your girl on a snap
Go on you soulless ginger, go and cry about that
Next up Harry, W2S, a drug user with no friends
But got a hot sister and mom, I’d love to be screwing
Yup, weirdo fingers his bum after he’s pooing
Had sex once, loves Fortnite, but is always losing
And last we got Tobi, or should I say Tobi Jizzle
The smelly, big-nosed, virgin Christian who snivels
Gets friendzoned by girls, he ain’t making no friends
They know about yo toenails and the bag you saving ’em in

[Outro]
Eugh, that’s fuckin’ nasty dog
Disgusting
Bunch of [?] bitches
Ah, you don’t want these hands, son
Catch me in the ring
[?] little bitches out
Don’t fuck with me
G out

XXXTENTACION – Infinity 888 (ft. Prince Climes) Lyrics

[Verse 1: Prince Climes]
He whispers “All these niggas done”
As he loading his gun
He takes a quick look at sun
Then fires and runs
He never turns back
Never turns back and worries
About how this boys family
Gone be hurting and crying
Damn
But see dis a normal life in Brooklyn
Where people gotta watch out for
Thugs and Crooks an
Niggas with hoodies waiting and
Waiting and waiting and waiting for people
To come walk up and go snatch at their baggy
Damn
Life’s hard but fighting seems to be harder
And if you don’t believe me
Go take a look at Vince Carter
And even Obama
I just want you to know that world is crazy
That’s why so many fathers our here neglecting their baby
Ain’t been a minute and i’m killing
I’ll keep spitting
Some people call me a villian
I guess that means im winning
Hey
They see the
Possibilities
And opportunities
Go and drop all that bafoolary
Cause homie
You ain’t stopping me

Future – Gettin’ It In Lyrics

[Chorus: Future]
I done it first, before you were even in
I saw trends fore they were even in
I’m ridin in something forin
Got cars that ain’t even in
Plug give me 10
Drink Rosay, ain’t even out yet

[Verse 1: Future]
Got guns, we gettin it, got shoes, we gettin it
Got racks we ain’t even spent
I got 4 jets waiting for me to get it
I got Gucci, Raf and shit
Young rich nigga really don’t care, Mexico, my nigga don’t even play fare
Bitches livin in the world I got, swag on space a lot
Gang through my bloodline, yeah
Hit up Bari, take it out there
Put it in a body, take it to the trap
Got them bags, split it
Three bitches there, you know they there
Dropped 40K on a whip, don’t even care
She wanna fuck in the limo on the low lo
My plug got that good dope
That good smoke, check my mojo
Me and Casino high off that Pludo
I’m in space, never on Earth
Got them diamonds hanging on my shirt
All them pretty bitches wanna flirt
All these hoes goin twerk

[Chorus: Future]
I done it first, before you were even in
I saw trends fore they were even in
I’m ridin in something forin
Got cars that ain’t even in
Plug give me 10
Drink Rosay, ain’t even out yet

[Verse 2: Stuey Rock]
He’s Future, I’m Stuey Rock
Got them hoes whippin up the pot
Posted in the club till they call the cops
Lil nigga I call the shots
Do whatever that get me payed
I do shots when I’m in the shade
So many whips in my new place
Which one should I drive today
And that bitch be tossin bricks, got too many bitches, how I do this
Flexin hard, you sware you rich
Now I run it back, that’s my bitch
Now we big, we poppin off
All of ya’ll keep falling off
You niggas be so fake, them niggas be stylin for show
In the club, get all the brauds
Go home, get all the brauds
I’m FDU, that mean I’m fresher than you
So nigga, what you goin do
Fuck with Future, fuck with Rock, choose

[Chorus: Future]
I done it first, before you were even in
I saw trends fore they were even in
I’m ridin in something forin
Got cars that ain’t even in
Plug give me 10
Drink Rosay, ain’t even out yet

Tech N9ne – Red Kingdom Lyrics

[Intro]
Tech Nina
Kansas City
You ready? Ya ready?
3, 2, 1, go!

[Chorus]
Welcome to the Red Kingdom (yeah)
Red Kingdom
Welcome to the Red Kingdom (yeah)
Red Kingdom
Welcome to the

[Verse 1]
Place where we run it
Place really haunted by number 58
It’s DT the great and we flaunt it
Hate and we shun it
No competition, the opposition fake
I don’t think they really want it
Loud is the recipe, loud sitting next to me, no doubt
Now we are proud that we get to see
KC Chiefs come and break these geeks
Make ’em taste these cleats

[Chorus]
Welcome to the Red Kingdom (yeah)
Red Kingdom
Welcome to the Red Kingdom (yeah)
Red Kingdom
Welcome to the

[Verse 2]
Chiefs Kingdom, got to love us, got some other
Beasts, bring ’em, mop ’em up and stop ’em, got the
Heat stinger, you hot when we stop ya
Dropped when he rock rock, got blocked in me casa
Ball in my city live, but I find her
Raw when they get beside
My lucky numbers are 15, 10, 87, 29, 7, 50, 95, 55

[Outro]
Red Kingdom (yeah)
Red Kingdom
Welcome to the Red Kingdom (yeah)
Red Kingdom
Welcome to the
Red Kingdom
Strange Music, yeah
Go Chiefs!
Tech N9ne
Let’s roll baby

Christina Milian – Virginity Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I can’t control my [?]
Play shy but I wanna get loose
Behave like a perfect lady
You surprised what I really would do
Got me feeling like misbehaving
Those boys don’t know how to act
It was all my way I gave in
Now I’m wishing I could take it back

[Pre-Chorus]
Hey!
I thought I was in love but [?] the other one
He was [?]
Last he took me home to meet mom and dad
Drove [?]
But he had a jealous trick, intend to see the chick
So I had to cut him loose, plus he gon’ do it like you

[Chorus]
Cause I feel it, when you’re next to me
Feel it, when you’re next to me
Wanna give you the perfect gift
Wanna make a night you won’t forget baby
Boy you got me, baby you got me
Wishing I would have saved my virginity

[Verse 2]
So I tried to keep it together
Truthfully I can say no
I knew I’m making it no better
You know whatever you say go
You get what you want when you want
[?]

[Pre-Chorus]
Hey!
I thought I was in love but [?] the other one
He was [?]
Last he took me home to meet mom and dad
Drove [?]
But he had a jealous trick, intend to see the chick
So I had to cut him loose, plus he gon’ do it like you

[Chorus]
Cause I feel it, when you’re next to me
Feel it, when you’re next to me
Wanna give you the perfect gift
Wanna make a night you won’t forget baby
Boy you got me, baby you got me
Wishing I would have saved my virginity

Cause I feel it, when we’re laying here
Feel it, can we stay right here
Wanna give you the perfect gift
Wanna make a night you won’t forget baby
Boy you got me, baby you got me
Wishing I would have saved my virginity

[Bridge]
Don’t play around with my emotions [?]
[?]

[Pre-Chorus]
Hey!
I thought I was in love but [?] the other one
He was [?]
Last he took me home to meet mom and dad
Drove [?]
But he had a jealous trick, intend to see the chick
So I had to cut him loose, plus he gon’ do it like you

[Chorus]
Cause I feel it, when you’re next to me
Feel it, when you’re next to me
Wanna give you the perfect gift
Wanna make a night you won’t forget baby
Boy you got me (boy you got me), baby you got me (baby you got me)
Wishing I would have saved my virginity

Cause I feel it, when we’re laying here
Feel it, can we stay right here
Wanna give you the perfect gift
Wanna make a night you won’t forget baby
Boy you got me, baby you got me
Wishing I would have saved my virginity

Mike Posner – January 11th, 2017 Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mike Posner]
I cleaned out your dresser, found some joints
My sister smoked ’em, I didn’t see the point
And everyone keeps sayin’ that I look just like you
Life don’t seem so alone anymore

[Chorus: Mike Posner]
The day my daddy died, I damn near quit the band
The day my daddy died, I held my mama’s hand
I cried my tears, then dried ’em up
Put my face inside my hands
The day my daddy died, I became a man

[Verse 2: Mike Posner]
The cops came, they did not take off their shoes
People hug me, I smell like 10,000 perfumes
Gave away the wheelchair, you’re gone, but I’m still here
January in Detroit is cold as fuck

[Chorus: Mike Posner]
The day my daddy died, I damn near quit the band
The day my daddy died, I held my mama’s hand
I cried my tears, then dried ’em up
Put my face inside my hands
The day my daddy died, I became a man
The day my daddy died, I became a man

[Outro: Mike Posner & Jon Posner]
I love you a lot
I love you, too
Remind me to let you run away if you need to run places, like the basement. I mean, that’s what it’s a part of, isn’t it? Being an individual
Yeah, letting people go
Yeah
Remind me to let you go, too, if you need to
Absolutely
I love you
I love you so much. You’re gonna put that into a song?

Bryan Adams – Shine a Light Lyrics

You were born in a small town
Always had dreams bigger than your brother, you know it
Hit the road where it forks down
Made good decisions, start from the gutter, you know it

Big city lives, fast lane living but
You never forgot your roots, oh ooh
Back in town, daddy’s advice
Baby don’t forget that you

Shine a light, shine a light, shine a light
Shine a light, shine a light
Everywhere you go
Shine a light, shine a light, shine a light
Shine a light, shine a light
Everyone you know
Shine a light
Shine a light

You’ve struggled before now
Each time you made out the other side
Pick yourself up when you fall down
Stand tall and never be afraid to cry

Big city life, same thing, different town
Darling don’t forget your roots, well
Back in town, momma’s advice
Baby don’t forget that you

Shine a light, shine a light, shine a light
Shine a light, shine a light
Everywhere you go
Shine a light, shine a light, shine a light
Shine a light, shine a light
With everyone you know
Shine a light, yeah
Shine a light

People love and people cry
People live and people die
And I’ll never meet another life like you

Every day and every night
Teaching you wrong from right
Now you get to shine a light don’t you, don’t you

Shine a light, shine a light, shine a light
Shine a light, shine a light
Everywhere you go
Shine a light, shine a light, shine a light
Shine a light, shine a light
Let everybody know
Shine a light, shine a light, shine a light
Shine a light, shine a light
Everywhere you go
Shine a light, shine a light, shine a light
Shine a light, shine a light
With everyone you know
Shine a light
Shine a light

Hey

You were born in a small town

Sean Paul – Shot & Wine Lyrics

[Intro: Stefflon Don & Sean Paul]
(Banx & Ranx)
I take the shot and wine, wine, wine
(I wine, wine)
Hennessy shot and wine, wine, wine
(I wine, wine)
No need fi rush, take time, time, time
(Take time, time)
I take a shot and wine, wine
I take a shot and wine, wine
Bidi bang bang bang

[Verse 1: Sean Paul]
Gyal, buss split fi me, dip fi mi
Baby girl, I want you flip fi mi
Come on back and roll hip fi mi
Mek mi know, seh that you into me
Takin’ it slow and intimate
Your intellect so roots and immaculate
Can’t forget all your shape and sexy legs
Baby girl, me a beg, yeah, yuh nah mek me beg
When you do the ting, you mash up mi head
Just imaginin’ you movin’ it in di bed
Keep mi alive an’ nah make mi dead
Then she look inna mi face and said

[Chorus: Stefflon Don]
I take the shot and wine, wine, wine
(I wine, wine)
Hennessy shot and wine, wine, wine
(I wine, wine)
No need fi rush, take time, time, time
(Take time, time)
I-I-I take a shot and wine, wine
I take a shot and wine, wine

[Verse 2: Stefflon Don & Sean Paul]
Send it up, up inna mi right
Soon as di night time strike, you fi feed my mind
Watch how mi jeans look tight
So you fi do di damn ting right
If you know weh mi like
Come inna mi now, if yuh bad yuh enu
I know yuh di same one we seh you got di stamina
Dis a gyal weh love it real rough
Mek it numb, you know
Worse wen mi on di Hennessy (And di grade, you know)
We can keep it on the d-low (Undercover, ya)
Ain’t nobody have to know (You the one, you know)
Ain’t nobody have to know (Bidi bang bang bang)

[Chorus: Stefflon Don]
I take the shot and wine, wine, wine
(I wine, wine)
Hennessy shot and wine, wine, wine
(I wine, wine)
No need fi rush take time, time, time
(Take time, time)
I take a shot and wine, wine
I take a shot and wine, wine

[Bridge: Sean Paul & Stefflon Don]
Send love her direction
Make di connection
Make di connection
Wine, wine
Send love her direction
Make di connection
Make di connection
Wine, wine

[Verse 3: Sean Paul]
She givin’ mi di hardest time
Underneath this wine
She make mi feel fine
And I can tell seh she love this grind
Sweat mi a buss sweat
And a rent this tile ’til a morning time
Back deh pon di wall now
Back deh pon di wall now, baby girl
Back deh pon di wall now
Know seh me nuh fall now, ayy
Me ah seh, “Your last call now”
Girl, get yuh tings, let’s go, ayy

[Chorus: Stefflon Don & Saun Paul]
I take the shot and wine, wine, wine
(I wine, wine)
Hennessy shot and wine, wine, wine
(I wine, wine)
No need fi rush, take time, time, time
(Take time, time)
I-I-I take a shot and wine, wine
I take a shot and wine, wine
I take the shot and wine, wine, wine
(I wine, wine)
Hennessy shot and wine, wine, wine
(I wine, wine)
No need fi rush, take time, time, time
(Take time, time)
I take a shot and wine, wine
I take a shot and wine, wine

[Outro: Sean Paul & (Stefflon Don)]
Send love all direction
Make di connection
Make di connection
(Wine, wine)
Send love all direction
Make di connection
Make di connection
(Wine, wine)
Send love all direction
Make di connection
Make di connection
(Wine, wine)
Send love all direction
Make di connection
Make di connection

James Blake – Can’t Believe the Way We Flow Lyrics

[Intro]
We flow, we flow, we flow, we flow (Oh no)
Can’t believe the way we flow
We flow, we flow, we flow, we flow (Oh no)
Can’t believe the way we flow
We flow, we flow, we flow, we flow (Oh no)
Can’t believe the way we flow
We flow, we flow, we flow, we flow (Oh no)
Can’t believe the way we flow

[Verse 1]
I can’t believe the way you showed everyone
Couldn’t they see what you could do, everyone?
I know it took you a while to get to California
I had no idea I was waiting on you

[Chorus]
I can’t believe the way we flow
I can’t believe the way we live together
I can’t believe the way we flow
I can’t believe the way we flow

[Verse 2]
I could’ve used you in the early days
Well, it’s been such a long, long, long, long time
With the music of my mind
Most of it seems unfinished now
I can’t believe the

[Chorus]
I can’t believe the way we flow
I can’t believe the way we live together
I can’t believe the way we flow
I can’t believe the way we flow

[Bridge]
Nothing makes a sound
(When you’re not around)
When you’re not around
(You are, you are, my fear of death)
You are my fear of death
(So wave, so wave, so wave my fear of self)
You wave my fear of self
(And alone in the show)
And alone in the show
Despite what I was told
I’m finding I’m a smaller piece
Than I once thought
Oh, no, I really am
I really am

[Outro]
We flow, we flow, we flow, we flow (Oh no)
Can’t believe the way we flow
We flow, we flow, we flow, we flow (Oh no)
Can’t believe the way we flow
We flow, we flow, we flow, we flow (Oh no)
Can’t believe the way we flow
We flow, we flow, we flow, we flow (Oh no)
Can’t believe the way we flow
We flow, we flow, we flow, we flow (Oh no)
Can’t believe the way we flow
We flow, we flow, we flow, we flow (Oh no)
Can’t believe the way we flow
We flow, we flow, we flow, we flow (Oh no)
Can’t believe the way we flow
We flow, we flow, we flow, we flow (Oh no)
Can’t believe the way we flow

James Blake – Assume Form Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Now I’m confiding, know I’m in haze
Gone through the motions my whole life
I hope this is the first day
That I connect motion to feeling
We spin slowly, we spin slowly ’til morning

[Verse 2]
You know, you know, you know, you know
Appearance is nothing
You know, you know, you know, you know
Appearance is nothing
Now you’re my lover, know that
I fell at your ways
Ashamed lover
When you touch me, I wonder what you would want with me

[Spoken words]
It feels like like a thousand pounds of weight holding your body down in a pool of water, barely reaching your chin

[Chorus]
I will assume form, I’ll leave the ether
I will assume form, I’ll be out of my head this time
I will be touchable by her, I will be reachable
I couldn’t tell you where my head goes either

[Verse 3]
But it wanders ’til I’m high up
Where I’m not all here, and there’s no karma
When you touch me, I wonder
I always wonder what you could want with me

[Chorus]
I will assume form, I’ll leave the ether
I will just fall and be beneath her
I will be touchable, I will be reachable
‘Cause I can already see that this goes deeper

[Outro]
Now you can feel everything
Doesn’t it seem more natural?
Doesn’t it see you float?
Doesn’t it feel connective?
Doesn’t it see you crying?
Don’t you know your best side shows when you’re unaware?
Not thinking, just primal
Now you can feel everything
Doesn’t it get much clearer?
Doesn’t it seem connected?
Doesn’t it get you started?
Doesn’t it make you happier?
Doesn’t it feel more natural?
Doesn’t it see you float?
Doesn’t it seem much warmer
Just knowing the sun will be out?

Young Thug – 1st Song Lyrics

[Intro]
Woah! Jeffery
Possibly I took some broads, aye
Jeff!
Aye aye aye aye

[Verse 1]
I just wanna smash on the first day
I just wanna smash on the first day
I just wanna smash on the first day
I just wanna smash, I’ma smash
Smash like a smash gang
Smash in my Balmains
Smash while I’m switching lanes
Smash in your maintain
When you smash you gotta maintain
Gotta smash on your main thing
Fuck her hard like my main dame, aye
I’ma smash, I’ma remain
The best that she ever saw, the best that she ever did
The best that she ever fucked, the best that she ever kissed
The best that she ever sucked, the best thing she ever did
I’ma be the best thing she ever did
Oh, oh, oh!
Prince and Michael Jackson on my jacket, gucci [?]
She bad, I make her badder, dead fresh without a casket
Hermes on my belt, no no no wrangling, no no ratchet
Smith & Wesson glocky, I’ma keep a fucking ratchet, aye
I just wanna smash
Best thing then I’m happy, yes
Buy her everything, make sure she happy, yes
Rollie-ro-ro-rollie with the Patek, yes
Got her [?] then designer sex
I’m gon’ fuck you like no other, nothing like the rest
I’ma battle with you through everything with no flesh
If I promised I’ma marry you, you ain’t gotta rush
Oh!

[Chorus: Young Thug & Sonyae Elise]
I’ma make sure that you ball with your feet up
(He gon’ make sure that I ball with my feet up)
Turn you up, I never lost with your feet up
(Turn me up, I never lost with my feet up)
Buy you diamonds, [?] with your feet up
(Buy me diamonds, [?] with my feet up)
She pregnant with my daughter with her feet up
(She pregnant with your daughter with my feet up)
Yeah, with your feet up (Ohhh)
Aye, with your feet up
Aye, with your feet up
Aye
Ohhh, with my feet up
Ohhh, with my feet up
Oh yeah, with my feet up
With my feet up
Feet up
With my feet up, nigga
Help me with my feet up, yeah
I be riding-riding-riding with my feet up
That’s my nigga, he gon’ make sure that they keep up
He gon’ make sure that they always gotta catch ’em
I don’t fuck with niggas, we be out there catching
I be rolling-rolling-rolling with ’em, yeah
I’m with boy-boy-boys sipping [?]
With my feet up

Future – Goin Dummi Lyrics

[Intro]
It’s okay, ‘kay (Wheezy, Pluto)
Yeah, baby ain’t play, play
Last name Hndrxx whatever I do
(Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus]
Woo, everything we do, we goin’ dummy (Woo)
Whatever I do, I hope I got that Tommy (Hrrr)
Just in case a nigga try to play, play, play (Just in case)
Yeah, every watch I own on tsunami (Brrr)
Chain on frost, ask Sonny (Go ask)
Tryna pose a threat, go at your mommy
It’s okay, ‘kay (Okay)

[Verse 1]
Don’t nothin’ come easy, got a spaceship, twerk
Fine Europeans look good in the dark (Fine)
Meet me in the jacuzzi, girl, we made it (We made it)
Christian Dior already slated
Yeah, you try to leave me, downgradin’ (Downgrade)
I can’t save you from the apes out the cages (Out the cages)
Phone book in my jeans like pages (Freebandz)
This money I crave, it is so contagious
Sometimes get caught up in that mission, don’t get caught inside the loop
V.I.P. with raw fishes, I’ma show ya what it do
We get splashy, we get Percs for no reason
Got some tall, wet blondie at Four Seasons (Yee)

[Chorus]
Woo, everything we do, we goin’ dummy (Yee)
Whatever I do, I hope I got that Tommy (Woo)
Just in case a nigga try to play, play, play
Yeah, every watch I own on tsunami (Every watch I own)
Chain on frost, ask Sonny (Go and ask)
Tryna pose a threat, go at your mommy
It’s okay, ‘kay (Okay)

[Verse 2]
Tell me what the lick read, we gon’ go and get it (What’s the lick?)
Real fine mixed breed, I can’t wait to hit it
I’ma put your bank account past seven digits (A midget)
Bottles on the rocks, girl, everything exquisite (Exquisite)
You deserve to cha-cha, but girl, I want my chain-chain (Cha-cha)
We got all the choppas and we got all the bling-bling
Give a nigga that na-na, you get wet up, your dream-dream
Ain’t gon’ beg for it, my Bentley came with wing-wing
Fuck with a supreme team, you will never fall off
Every day a spring bling, make you wanna call off
Got some models comin’ to the top floor at the Waldorf (Top)
Feel like new Sopranos ’cause we way above the law now

[Chorus]
Woo, everything we do, we goin’ dummy
Whatever I do, I hope I got that Tommy (Whatever I do)
Just in case a nigga try to play, play, play
Yeah (Yeah), every watch I own on tsunami (Every watch I own)
Chain on frost, ask Sonny (Brr, brr)
Tryna pose a threat, go at your mommy
It’s okay, ‘kay (Okay)

Dean Lewis – 7 Minutes Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It’s been seven minutes now since I’ve lost my way
It doesn’t seem that long but my whole world has changed
It’s in all the little things, when you smile, now it stings
It’s been seven minutes since I’ve lost the girl of my dreams
It’s been half an hour now since I dropped you home
And I’m driving past the places we both know
Past the bar where we first kissed
And that movie that we missed
‘Cause we were hanging out in the parking lot
Now I sink a little deeper, think a little clearer
Looking at myself through these newfound eyes

[Pre-Chorus]
Is it too late to turn around?
I’m already halfway out of town
Now I know how I let you down
Oh, I finally figured it out

[Chorus]
I forgot to love you, love you, love you
I forgot to love you, love you, love you

[Verse 2]
Radio’s playing songs for me and you
“Chasing Cars” reminds me of nights in your room
Drinking wine under your window, back when love was so damn simple
How the hell did I end up losing you? Mmm

[Pre-Chorus]
Is it too late to turn around?
I’m already halfway out of town
Now I know how I let you down
Oh, I finally figured it out

[Chorus]
I forgot to love you, love you, love you
I forgot to love you, love you, love you
I forgot to love you, love you, love you
I forgot to love you, love you

[Bridge]
If I came back now would you still be there?
If I come around would you even care?
If I came back now would you still be there?
If I come around would you even care?

[Pre-Chorus]
Is it too late to turn around?
I’m already halfway out of town
Now I know how I let you down
Oh, I finally figured it out

[Chorus]
I forgot to love you, love you, love you
I forgot to love you, love you, love you
I forgot to love you, love you, love you
I forgot to love you, love you, love you

Yung Pinch – Nightmare Lyrics

[Intro: Yung Pinch]
Beach boy in this ho
Watch as I step on the scene
This how we living, no actin’ (This how we living, no actin’)
I got her wet in her dreams (I got her wet in her dreams)
I think she ready for action
Think she ready for

[Chorus: Yung Pinch]
Watch as I step on the scene
This how we living, no actin’
Got her wet in her dreams
I think she ready for action
Ain’t no lock on the door
She drop the top to the floor
There ain’t no stopping us now
If somebody knock let me know
I’m taking you down
Slaying you now
She say she want me
She love to taunt me, yeah

[Verse 1: Yung Pinch]
Nightmares of you and I still haunt me
Long nights and a lotta spilled coffee (I don’t miss it)
Yeah, I’m kissin’ all those good days bye bye
Forget my name, forget the code to my wifi
Woah, [?] to the dance with a bag in my pants
Yeah, you had your last chance, yeah
Yeah
Now you sad ’cause I’m gone
Mad ’cause I’m on
And I’m glad to be fearless, of course it had to be me
It’s scientifically proven, you took a toll on me (Took a toll on me)
I can’t believe my homies fuckin’ told on me (Fuckin’ told on me)
Oh yeah, I did it, you knew it
Go ‘head and cry about that (Go ‘head and cry about that)
I admit it, I’m stupid
And I won’t lie about that
But after all this
I’m okay, though
No way to stop me when you’re this far gone
Catch a plane and find me, I’m the next flight on

[Chorus: Yung Pinch]
Watch as I step on the scene
This how we living, no actin’
Got her wet in her dreams
I think she ready for action
Ain’t no lock on the door
She drop the top to the floor
There ain’t no stopping us now
If somebody knock let me know
I’m taking you down
Slaying you now
She say she want me
She love to taunt me, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Skies]
I never post what I do
I really live what I’m rapping
She gon’ tell me to wait
For me it’s lights, camera, action
I hop right off the plane
I stash my racks in the mattress
I came in through the back and I still leave with my backend
Shawty turned this dream to a nightmare
You see me bossed up and you think it’s not fair
I don’t wanna hear your side ’cause I don’t care
You jealous ’cause I went and felt the tension in the air
All the times I lost I could never get back
I will never tell lies, I shall only speak facts
Man, you said that you would ride but you left me on the flat
I stayed by your side even when I’m ‘cross the map
Don’t put blame on me
A lotta people hatin’ on me
But you know I’m strong
I’m built for this shit
Step on the scene fly
It’s Skies and Yung Pinch, you lil’ bitch

[Chorus: Yung Pinch]
Watch as I step on the scene
This how we living, no actin’
Got her wet in her dreams
I think she ready for action
Ain’t no lock on the door
She drop the top to the floor
There ain’t no stopping us now
If somebody knock let me know
I’m taking you down
Slaying you now
She say she want me
She love to taunt me, yeah

Future – Talk Shit Like a Preacher Lyrics

[Intro]
I’m lovin’ it
Yeah
Tell you some shit, I’ma tell you some shit
Yeah
(Check this out, check this out right here, okay, okay)
Word
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

[Chorus]
I designered my sneakers, yeah
I done fucked my teacher
Talk shit like a preacher (Talk)
On the corner with a beeper (On the corner with a beeper)
Never sat in the bleachers (I never did)
Ball harder than a player in the game
So fresh it’s so illegal (Fresh)
I’m in trap hall of fame (Woo, woo)
Cartier my eyes (Cartier my eyes)
Trap ’til the sunrise (Trap)
Wanna hit it on flight (Hittin’ it)
Tryna get me a vibe (Get me a vibe)
Put your head on my pipe (Head on my pipe)
Make the card go swipe (Card go swipe)
Made the car go skrrt (Skrrt)
Got light blue lights (Light blue lights)

[Verse]
I wrapped in saran (I wrapped in saran)
I fucked it, I’m payin’ (Fucked it, I’m payin’)
We go to Japan (We go to Japan)
We shop when we land (We shop when we land)
And I got a 4-4
Strapped up, goin’ loco (Cuckoo)
Makin’ over the Richard Mille
Gettin’ fresh like photo (GoPro)
Uh, I am the original bop (Uh)
I spill it up, they gon’ mop (Uh)
Pink diamonds like a crack rock (Uh huh)
Exotic bitch on my Black Card (Huh)
Ching ching, she done hit the jackpot (Woo)
Please, please, make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)
Lowkey, Richie Rich, don’t tick tock (Huh)
Hot, hot, hotter than a matchbox (Huh)
King Pluto came off the back block

[Chorus]
I designered my sneakers (Huh)
I done fucked my teacher (Huh)
Talk shit like a preacher (Huh)
On the corner with a beeper (Huh)
Never sat in the bleachers (Huh)
Ball harder than a player in the game (Huh)
So fresh it’s so illegal (Fresh)
I’m in trap hall of fame (Trap)
Cartier my eyes (Swoop)
Trap ’til the sunrise (Swoop)
Wanna hit it on flight (Swoop)
Tryna get me a vibe (Get me a vibe)
Put your head on my pipe (Head on my pipe)
Make the card go swipe (Card go swipe)
Got light blue lights (Car go uh)
Made the car go skrrt (Light blue)

[Outro]
Pink diamonds like a crack rock (Uh huh)
Exotic bitch on my Black Card (Huh, huh)
Ching, she done hit the jackpot (Woo)
Please, please, make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)
Make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)

Future – Tricks on Me Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Just got a call from my mom
Tellin’ me what the lawyer was sayin’
About the lawsuit
I thought they had had that down, yeah

[Verse 1]
Big money shit, baby, I just bought a new six, baby
Flintstone in my ears, pissed on my wrist, baby
This song just mutilated, everything decapitated
Deep on new relations, just gotta be brand related
Ain’t no sellin’ out, no tradin’, so you gotta be gang related
Pop stylin’ this shit for my shottas incarcerated
Rockstar this shit, a street star, I stay in Quentin
Pop stylin’ this shit, how you get the high maintenance one?
How she gon’ take my love and give it away like it ain’t nothin’ to her?
How you gon’ judge my plugs, not take what I never did off of me?
Hawaiian surfin’ on the thick one to the PJ
I can just imagine the pain on Bankroll PJ
Murder murder, broad day, I got tears, I can’t let ’em out
I can’t take it, I can’t take it no more, I’m ’bout to spaz out
I’m good on deposits but I gotta have a stash house
I see you bein’ greedy and I gotta work my ass off
I chief on gas house, until I pass out
Rollin’ in a Phantom, came with an umbrella
Survive the trenches, it’s on me the day I walk through it
Here done came Pluto, I’ma drip all through it (Icy)
I was lettin’ the shit I can’t control destroy me
It was goin’ too deep for you, baby, pardon me
I tried to treat that shit just like a party
I’ma feel weak if I tell you sorry

[Pre-Chorus]
Gotta be a genius, gotta be extraordinary
Gotta plant seeds, nigga, like a florist
I’m Future Hendrix but I’m not a guitarist
I could’ve be starvin’, I’m fortunate

[Chorus]
Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me
Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me
Could it be my ex playin’ tricks on me?
Someone that’s jealous playin’ tricks on me
Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ
Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
​iPad high maintenance, everything’s unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, nothing’s got temporary

[Verse 2]
Rockstar in this shit, like a popstar in this shit, yeah
Tryna forget the way they did to Bankroll Fresh, gettin’ harder
Seen his son at my little boy birthday party, it was harder
The streets of the ATL don’t respect nothin’ but shottas
Had to look the other way, could be the other way
Hit Yung Mazi up, that was in the broad day
I popped two Xans and I been sleep all day
(Let’s go, let’s go)

[Pre-Chorus]
I was lettin’ the shit I can’t control destroy me
Everything’s too deep for you, my nigga, pardon me
I’m Future Hendrix but I’m not a guitarist (Super)
I could’ve be starvin’, I’m fortunate

[Chorus]
Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me (I’m so fuckin’ hurt)
Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me (Maybe my mind)
Could it be my ex playin’ tricks on me?
Someone that’s jealous playin’ tricks on me (Someone that’s jealous, I know, I know)
Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ
Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
​iPad high maintenance, everything’s unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, nothing’s got temporary

YNW Melly – Rolling Loud Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, hey
You know the mountains and the sun forever rise and go
How high the diamonds shinin’ on him
I don’t wanna go
Yeah the VVS’, oh
Thumb through the racks
Thumbin’ through the racks and a nigga gotta get right back
Gotta get right, gotta get right, right, right back
Gotta get right

[Chorus]
Run up the money, then count up the commas
And go get the money lil’ bitch (Money, lil’ bitch)
Hundred round drum on the Glock
If he play with the crew, then he bound to get hit
These bitches be suckin’ and swallowin’ dick
I swear I can’t trust ’em for shit (Trust ’em for shit)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch (Dusty lil’ bitch)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch
Rollin’ up a lot of loud (Loud)
Aroma is inside the air (Inside the air)
When they was lookin’ at us (Lookin’ at us)
My demon told me it was unfair (No, no)

[Verse 1]
Gotta get racks, racks, racks (Racks, racks, racks)
Gotta go cop that Porsche (Cop that Porsche)
Got that bitch shakin’ ass in the kitchen in booty shorts (Yeah, yeah)
I ain’t tryna die no time soon, they say life too short
That’s only if you lose faith, we gotta get it today (Yeah)
Pop you a Molly or somethin’ else, Hennessy, get you some money and get it (Get it)
She wanna fuck on me, she suck a lil’ somethin’
She swallowin’ all of my niggas (For nothin’)
Ain’t droppin’ no dime
I swear to God, bitch I’ll do the time for all of my niggas (My Slimes)
Okay way down, paint it, okay, hair trigger

[Chorus]
Run up the money, then count up the commas
And go get the money lil’ bitch (Money, lil’ bitch)
Hundred round drum on the Glock
If he play with the crew, then he bound to get hit
These bitches be suckin’ and swallowin’ dick
I swear I can’t trust ’em for shit (Trust ’em for shit)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch (A dusty lil’ bitch)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch
Rollin’ up a lot of loud (Loud, lot of loud)
Aroma is inside the air (You can smell it)
When they was lookin’ at us (Why you lookin’ at us?)
My demon told me it was unfair (Unfair)

[Verse 2]
Oh, baby, what you mean? Gotta get to this green
I don’t wanna do no more of that codeine
I’ll ho-o-old the Glock, I gotta get a bean
Oh, what you want is sex, she say she want Rolaids
Got a hundred round drum on that TEC
Don’t play with us, this shit get disrespectful
Beat the bitch one time, if I did it, then I bet I left her (I see you)
She wanna get it, she wanna fuck, I wanna go (I wanna go)
To a place that me and the lil’ bitch ain’t never been before (‘Fore)
Uh, I gotta get lil’ ho from Idaho, and
I don’t know what the fuck she got goin’ on, this shit so potent (So potent)
I’m rollin’, rollin’, I’m rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, locomotion (‘Motion)
I got a 40, I’ll hold this bitch and shoot it at you people (You people)

[Chorus]
Run up the money, then count up the commas
And go get the money lil’ bitch (Money, lil’ bitch)
Hundred round drum on the Glock
If he play with the crew, then he bound to get hit (Bound to get hit)
These bitches be suckin’ and swallowin’ dick
I swear I can’t trust ’em for shit (Trust ’em for shit)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch (A dusty lil’ bitch)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch
Rollin’ up a lot of loud (Lot of loud)
Aroma is inside the air (In the air)
When they was lookin’ at us (At us)
My demon told me it was unfair

[Outro]
You gon’ get fucked from the dick by the back and go get you them Rolaids (Rolaids)
She want the Rolaids (Roll)
She want a Rolex (Go)
She on the wave, yeah
Young Nigga World, young nigga wavy
World, young nigga wavy

Future – Faceshot Lyrics

[Intro]
I’ma run this one all way down
Non-stop, you know what I’m sayin’?
See how I’m comin’?
(I just told Richie we rich)

[Chorus]
Yeah, playin’ with the girl out in Fresno (Yeah)
I like to get hyphy for a kilo (Yeah)
I fuck with lil’ shawty, she got deep throat (Yeah)
Get your ass hit for a C-note (Yeah, yeah)
Push start, big foreign (Big foreign)
In the nick trap with the big 40 (Big 40)
Stuffed the M inside the Goyard (Million dollars)
My natural job dope boy (D boy)

[Verse 1]
Skrrt, skrrt in a fast car (Skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt, skrrt in a fast toy (Skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt, skrrt, cook the yay’ up (Skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt, skrrt, got my weight up (Yee)
Gold-wrapped ten stack, got a nigga geeked (Skrrt)
I go shoppin’ in Europe, nigga, I ain’t cheap (Skrrt)
Lost count, put up all the profit ten weeks (Skrrt)
Just in one week, it sold a thousand pounds on one street
Gold on my teeth, put some red bottoms on my feet
I fuck with freaks, one, two, three, keep it a G
Motherfuck them hoes, we treat ’em like the police
Motherfuckin’ throwed, my niggas tryna OD, yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, playin’ with the girl out in Fresno (Yeah)
I like to get hyphy for a kilo (Yeah)
I fuck with lil’ shawty, she got deep throat (Yeah)
Get your ass hit for a C-note (Yeah, yeah)
Push start, big foreign (Big foreign)
In the nick trap with the big 40 (Big 40)
Stuffed the M inside the Goyard (Million dollars)
My natural job dope boy (D boy)

[Verse 2]
Skrrt, skrrt, that’s my wrist talkin’ (That’s talkin’)
Skrrt, skrrt, the pot moonwalkin’ (Moonwalkin’)
Skrrt, skrrt, that that new forty (That new forty)
Skrrt, skrrt, they goin’ 730 (730)
Since we made it out the swamp, it must be hell (730)
I’m Young Pluto, bitch, I’m trappin’ out Chanel (730)
One thousand dollars for all my shoes, I’m very rare (True story)
Ayy, fuck a dog collar, nigga, I’m a bear (Dog)
Ain’t gon’ front, I brought out the egg beater (Huh)
Rich nigga but I’m seein’ dead people (Ain’t gon’ front)
Lordy, all these models all head eaters (Yeah, yeah)
Half of these bitches sleepin’ with the Grim Reaper (Woo)
Rich nigga, put eight in on one liter (Woo)
Had to buy some extra diamonds to make my arms even (Woo)
You not upper echelon, you not a don neither
We gettin’ the same money as Illuminati (‘Luminati)
He wanna prove a point and try to catch a body (Catch a body)
They gon’ double up the money for the faceshot (For the faceshot)
They gon’ kidnap his wife for the safe spot (For that safe spot)
Tell ’em shoot her in the face, bitch, I hate thots (Yeah, I hate thots)

[Chorus]
Yeah, playin’ with the girl out in Fresno (Yeah)
I like to get hyphy for a kilo (Yeah)
I fuck with lil’ shawty, she got deep throat (Yeah)
Get your ass hit for a C-note (Yeah)
Push start, big foreign (Big foreign)
In the nick trap with the big 40 (Big 40)
Stuffed the M inside the Goyard (Million dollars)
My natural job dope boy (Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy)

Future – F&N Lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]
808 Mafia
Fuck around, parked the ‘Vette and didn’t even get back in it
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

[Verse]
Redbone bitch, yeah, like Hi-Tech, yeah
How do I dress? Yeah, like my flesh, yeah
Soon as I roll up, put my doors up
Go’n head, pour up, roll a few O’s up, let’s go
Four by four, that tall shit, let’s go
I jumped in the spot on a tall bitch, let’s go
I told ’em to get out and bag that, let’s go
I’m Frank Lucas and Mad Max, let’s go
I’m high from yesterday
Put ’em on bean, yeah, put ’em on all the schemes, yeah
Put ’em on lean, yeah, they whippin’ them new machines, yeah
By any means, yeah, we gotta clear out the scene, yeah
I just took an AK to a dinner date
I just put some VVs in a Richard face
And the presidential is a day-date
Hit ’em with that chopper first, Ray J
I’m a well known nuisance and my bitch bad
Pop one Perc’, then you lean like kickstand
Skeleton AP, that’s a wristband
All these niggas shaky, might as well dance
I don’t trust him, we gon’ dust him, that’s some Taliban
Big foreign truck, it’s lift up like an avalanche
I’ll teach you how to finesse for some big bands
I got so many white bitches, Ku Klux Klan
I come with the pharmacy, come with the yopper, no harmin’ me, no, no
Put a lil’ hit on your head, they comin’ to get you, they slicin’ your throat
Put a lil’ bitch in the bed, we goin’ digital, wipin’ her nose
M.O.H., money over hoes
I got that H in front of the lil’ boat
Got dog food and it’s for the low
I’m with thoroughbred standin’ at the store
In expensive threads, head to the floor
I know they talkin’ shit ’cause they some hoes
You know them FN bullets go through doors

[Part II]

[Chorus]
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&-F&-F&-F&—
F&-F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N)

[Verse]
Homocide for the brodie
You beat a body, get a Rollie
We don’t entertain no police
I’m certified with my dodie
They would catch hell ’bout woadie
Got a bigger scale for the dodie
I done met friends in Dolce
We done met and chopped it up on some cool shit, uh
Only time my slime talk murder’s on the cruise ships, uh
Got that cutter and it’s longer than a pool stick, uh
Straight face, no dates, I’m a heavyweight
I ain’t even gotta tell my dawgs to keep one in the chamber
Ready to take it off your shoulder, frustration and anger
Yeah, they get it, don’t approach us, fuck bein’ famous
Long as I got my…
Let’s go

[Chorus]
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
These bullets, they be goin’ through doors
Drop low, get down on the floor
Young nigga, they gon’ ‘head and wipe your nose
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&), F&N (F&N)

YNW Melly – No More Lyrics

[Chorus]
I ain’t tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What’s goin’ on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, “What the fuck wrong with him?”

[Verse 1]
Tryna beef over some pussy, that’s funny (That’s funny)
Can’t believe this ho made you her crash dummy
The way you act, that ho pussy better be squirtin’ out money
Platinum diamond, VVS’ payin’ taxes or somethin’
But it’s okay, I understand, you just couldn’t keep it a hunnid
While you locked up somebody else shovin’ that dick in her stomach
I can’t be beefin’ bout these bitches, bruh, this shit gettin’ old
Knowin’ that pussy stainless steel, but yet you treat it like gold
They been showin’ me that these niggas ain’t real (Ain’t real, fuck nigga)
Get caught up with that time, they gon’ squeal (Gon’ squeal)
These bitches ain’t shit, these niggas ain’t real (Ain’t real)
Keep playin’, your ass fuck ’round and get killed
What’s goin’ on, bro, I heard you been trippin’ (Was trippin’)
I thought you kept it real from beginnin’
Until I heard that track you made and I came to some suspicions
I can’t believe to my surprise, one of my woadies sneak dissin’

[Bridge]
Yeah, you turned cold, I can’t fuck with you
It’s like that Molly done turned you into a fuck nigga
Hold up, wait, bro, pose for the picture
You officially have been framed as a fuck nigga
And that’s truth, this… ain’t fuckin’ with you at all
And look, they be snapped, but this fuck nigga ain’t my dawg
That ain’t my dawg no more
That ain’t my dawg (No)
That ain’t my dawg no more (Nah)

[Chorus]
I ain’t tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What’s goin’ on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, “What the fuck wrong with—”

[Verse 2]
I can’t be fuckin’ with none of these niggas
‘Cause all of these niggas be actin’ like bitches
You know that I’m straight out of Indian River
I don’t give no fuck about none of these niggas
We just tryna run up this mothafuckin’ skrilla
All of my niggas, they really some killers
See you a pussy, I used to fuck with you
But then you turned cold on me, nigga what’s up?
I cannot go, oh, oh like that (I can’t go like that)
Can’t believe you switched up like a ho like that
Like bruh, I know you ain’t got many hoes like that
I would have let you have the bitch
I would have let you smash the bitch
I don’t give a fuck, nigga (What?)
‘Cause you’re still a fuck nigga (What?)
And that time you let me hold your pistol
You should have bucked, nigga
Wait, I should’ve bucked you, nigga
But now I’m feelin’ like fuck you, nigga (Fuck you)
And if this chopper ever catch you, it’s hungry
It eat your bitch ass up for supper, nigga (Yum, yum, yum, yum)
Sometimes I wake up and I be in my feelings all night
Sometimes tell that I was reminiscin’
All of these bitches, they wasn’t even missin’ me
Now they all on me and they tryna kiss me
I thought that we were 51-50, but you could never be with us
These niggas claim they fuck with us, but really be the enemy

[Chorus]
I ain’t tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What’s goin’ on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, “What the fuck wrong with him?”

[Outro]
Tryna beef over some pussy, that’s funny (That’s funny)
Can’t believe this ho made you her crash dummy
The way you act, that ho pussy better be squirtin’ out money
Platinum diamond, VVS’ payin’ taxes or somethin’
But it’s okay, I understand, you just couldn’t keep it a hunnid
And you just couldn’t keep it a hunnid

James Blake – Power On Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I thought I might be better dead, but I was wrong
I thought everything could fade, but I was wrong
I thought I’d never find my place, but I was wrong
And where I least wanted to look, it came along

[Pre-Chorus]
I thought sex was at my pace, but I was wrong
I thought it mattered more I’d say, but I was wrong
I thought you were second place to every song
I thought you’d overstayed your welcome
I was wrong, power on, power on

[Chorus]
Have you ever coexisted (Power on)
So easily?
Let’s go home and talk shit about everyone
Let’s go home, finally

[Post-Chorus]
Will the waters ever still? That’s what I want
And with every inhalation I’m further up
‘Til I can only see the outline of the storm
From space I can see that I was wrong
Power on, power on
Power on
Power on
Power on

[Verse 2]
I thought I’d always have my way to come along
I thought the table’d still be laid, but you were strong (You were strong)
I thought that I could hide my face, but I was wrong
And where I least want you to look, you carry on, carry on

[Pre-Chorus]
I thought sex was at my pace, but I was wrong
I thought it mattered more I’d say, but I was wrong
I thought you were second place to every song
I thought you’d overstayed your welcome
I was wrong, power on, power on

[Chorus]
Have you ever coexisted (Power on)
So easily?
(Power on)
Let’s go home and talk shit about everyone
(Power on)
Let’s go home, finally

[Bridge]
Drop the pen on the mood that you’re in
Drop the pen on the mood that you’re in
Drop the pen on the mood that you’re in
Drop the pen on the mood that you’re in
If it feels like a home
Power on, power on
If it feels like a home
Power on, power on, power on
If it feels like a home
Power on, power on, power on
Power, power on
Power on, power on, power on
If it feels like a home
Power on

Future – Promise U That Lyrics

[Intro: Future & Lil Juice]
It ain’t no talk on this
You a bad lil’ bitch, don’t worry, ah
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Future]
Cartier diamonds, my mascot
Tell your main nigga he your ex now
Finna push up, bring your ass out
Where you come from? Where you from now?
I keep a bad thing on me, yeah, yeah
Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah
After this, right back to him, like an accident
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
Came in a car, you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came by myself, I’ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came in a car, and you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Never met no nigga richer than me, I can promise you that (Hell yeah)

[Verse 1: Future]
I know you don’t want no scrub, no-no-no, no-no-no
Baby, this thuggin’ love, no-no, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Came up in the club, aw, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Tryna make some love, yah-yah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Ass like your mommy, know you won’t try me
Hop on the trolley just to see me
Came with nobody, leave with nobody
Reason you came, just to see me
Backstage pass with your ass out
You got no shame how you came out
Baby, I promise, I’ll respect game
Only thing that I can say is…

[Pre-Chorus: Future]
Cartier diamonds, my mascot
Tell your main nigga he your ex now
Finna push up, bring your ass out
Where you come from? Where you from now?
I keep a bad thing on me, yeah, yeah
Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah
After this, right back to him, like an accident
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
Came in a car, you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came by myself, I’ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came in a car, and you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Never met no nigga richer than me, I can promise you that (Hell yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Future & Lil Juice]
Came in a dress, you gon’ leave in a mink, I can promise you that
(Promise you that, promise you that, promise you that)
Came in a dress, you gon’ leave in a mink, I can promise you that
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

[Verse 2: Future]
Permanent issues got me thinkin’ outside the box
They was sayin’ I was cocky, I don’t feel like I’m cocky enough
Yeah, he fuck you and I fuck you, I don’t wanna get caught carin’ too much
I can’t expect you to change when you did it for fame, yeah
I’m thinkin’ tropical, beaches and leeches, I’m thinkin’ private, oh
From the car to the jet, from the jet to the beach, got a million-some dollars on me
Got a milli’ on me with a Richard Mille on me, I’m the bigger homie
I don’t get no sleep, I made love on these corners

[Pre-Chorus: Future]
Cartier diamonds, my mascot
Tell your main nigga he your ex now
Finna push up, bring your ass out
Where you come from? Where you from now?
I keep a bad thing on me, yeah, yeah
Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah
After this, right back to him, like an accident
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
Came in a car, you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came by myself, I’ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came in a car, and you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Never met no nigga richer than me, I can promise you that (Hell yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Future]
Never met no nigga flyer than me, I can promise you that (Promise you that)
Promise you that, promise you that, promise you that
Never met no nigga talkin’ to you when he fuck you like that

[Outro: Future]
I always wonder if she loyal (I always wonder)
I hope we on the same accord (Woo)
Let me fix all my rings
Let’s converse off codeine (Yeah)

Future – Temptation Lyrics

[Intro: Future & Lil Juice]
Freebandz
Yeah, I’m the richest nigga out my city if you ain’t know
These hoes can hop on Spirit Airlines about it
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
I made it finessin’, I turned into somethin’ from nothin’, yeah
Made it through poverty, I’m the minority, you know my story
Hop on the jet off my property, I fly away
Fly, fly, fly away, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Copped me a presi’, yeah, yeah
Straight out the trenches, yeah, yeah
My niggas came with me, yeah, yeah
The riches, the riches, the riches, yeah
Rich nigga out of Zone 6, yeah
All of these hoes came with it, yeah
Audemars Piguets came with it, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
I was tryna fight temptation, yeah
Top gone, it’s on vacation, yeah
I’m not tryin’ to hurt nobody
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Count up the hundreds, I promise some patience
Give you some game, that’s slow motivation
We need the gas straight in the basement
Switch up the swag, switch up the bag
Niggas, they jockin’ my swag ’cause it’s fashion
I do it bigger than niggas imagine
Heard that bitch makin’ up rumors
She gave more head than a tumor
And I got facts, I can prove it, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got real rich and ain’t get no diploma
She think it’s somethin’ got to do with my mama
Well I can’t love her, like she need me
That’s what you get when you thinkin’ of marriage
Now I wake up and I fuck on a bad bitch
Drugs got me savage

[Bridge]
It’s so hard, it’s so hard, these Perkys keep me sad
All my dawgs, all my dawgs, found ’em locked up in the cage
We gettin’ paid, we so paid, move them bricks, then move on
Switch them bags, switch them bags, then move on, then move on

[Chorus]
Copped me a presi’, yeah, yeah
Straight out the trenches, yeah, yeah
My niggas came with me, yeah, yeah
The riches, the riches, the riches, yeah
Rich nigga out of Zone 6, yeah
All of these hoes came with it, yeah
Audemars Piguets came with it, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
I was tryna fight temptation, yeah
Top gone, it’s on vacation, yeah
I’m not tryin’ to hurt nobody
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Car full of bullets, ain’t findin’ no shooter
That’s what you get when you niggas delusional
I remember when they thought I was average
Now I wake up and I fuck on a bad bitch

[Outro]
I tried to fight temptations, yeah
Riches on riches on riches on riches on riches…
And I can’t lie, you… you sure had the first bust down Richard Mille I had seen in that form
(Ayy what it do, ayy what it do)
The first one
(Ayy, what it do)

Future – Ain’t Coming Back Lyrics

[Intro]
The Wizard
Some things out of my control
Gotta stay in my zone
Know what I’m sayin’
I just told Richie we rich
Woo

[Chorus]
Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold
I done made it without sellin’ my soul
Bad bitch layin’ down in a robe
Ask me how I made a mil’ and didn’t fold
Askin’ ’bout these VV’s, VV’s, drippin’
Keepin’ it cold, I’m so different, yeah
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy
Couple real friends turned enemy

[Verse 1]
Different, I done customized the Bentley, yeah
Difference, I done fucked a few stars, yeah
Probably know a couple names on the list
Some you don’t know, they anonymous
Fluorescent but keep the jewelry on a miss
Never on the shelf, never on the shelf, yeah
I don’t need no stylist, I can dress myself (I don’t need a stylist)
Gotta watch the diamonds and they match the belt
Tryna give advice, need to help yourself
Tryna save me, need to save yourself
I can hear the hate even if I’m deaf
You childish, nigga, yeah, you childish, nigga
Jealous of my wrist and my diamonds
Jealous ’cause these hoes out here wildin’, yeah, yeah
They say I’m the one that inspired them, yeah, yeah
They say I’m the one that can excite ’em (You the one)

[Chorus]
Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold
I done made it without sellin’ my soul
Bad bitch layin’ down in a robe
Ask me how I made a mil’ and didn’t fold
Askin’ ’bout these VV’s, VV’s, drippin’
Keepin’ it cold, I’m so different, yeah (I’m so different)
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy (Feel my energy)
Couple real friends turned enemy

[Post-Chorus]
Brought my dices with me, had to skip class
Had to tell so many I ain’t comin’ back
Yeah yeah, I ain’t comin’ back
Yeah yeah, I ain’t comin’ back

[Verse 2]
Bitch went to the ‘Gram to write a book (Why she do that?)
Tryna steal the bands from me like a crook (Bands)
Don’t you judge me off mistakes I’ve made
Talk shit, gotta take it to the grave (For live)
Wrist rocky, talkin’ V-V-V’s
Bitches suckin’ out my energy
She’ll fuck my brother for the currency
Dawg ho, and these dawgs ain’t free
Never on the shelf, always fresh to death
I don’t need a stylist, I can dress myself
Drugs in my system, don’t play it fair
Bitches take advantage, know I need help

[Chorus]
Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold
I done made it without sellin’ my soul
Bad bitch layin’ down in a robe
Ask me how I made a mil’ and didn’t fold
Askin’ ’bout these VV’s, VV’s, drippin’
Keepin’ it cold, I’m so different, yeah
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy
Couple real friends turned enemy

[Post-Chorus]
Brought my dices with me, had to skip class
Had to tell so many I ain’t comin’ back
Yeah yeah, I ain’t comin’ back
Yeah yeah, I ain’t comin’ back

[Outro]
Askin’ ’bout these VV’s, VV’s, drippin’
Keepin’ it cold, I’m so different, yeah
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy
Couple real friends turned enemy

G Herbo – Up It Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Ratchet shit
Shawty [?] popping out the cut, fat bitch shit
Shawty know why I’m tryna brack it, her butt fat as shit
Got an automatic under my jacket and I’m really what’s happening
I just popped a little [?] so I’m feeling fantastic
I’m like fuck it I’ma just go to work cause I’ve been in the bank like [?]
I buy lil bitch a Jaguar, I want me an Aston
Hood bitch with me I’m like NASCAR driver [?]
And I’m smoking [?] she giving head while I’m driving, I’ma fuck around and crash
I’m like fuck it I wanna smash right now, I’ma take her to the mansion
I told her I still wanna suck on her titties though even though they’re plastic
In that new shit I can self park the whip, I’m feeling Jurassic
And you know I pop out with a whip on my wrist huh, look at the dash
Got a bank account nobody know about, yeah I just fill it with cash
Everybody wanna fuck your sister, Stacey Dash
But it ain’t really cause of her face or her basic ass

[Chorus]
Up it, up it, up it, nigga up it
Nigga fuck it
I’ma count this bitch and up it
She gon’ up it
Bitch up it
Quick get to ducking
Fuck it, bitch up it

[Verse 2]
[?] lil racist ass
You used to be a fuck nigga so you tryna erase the past
You hating on me cause I’m a young nigga and I chase the bag
We ain’t smoking but [?] you think we laced the bag
I got my bitch a Chanel bag, caught like twelve stacks
Running track hoes, fuck your [?]
And I’m a bad boy, I’m a bad influence
Tell a nigga what he gon’ do, make him fast forward
[?] keep that Mac, no Pro Tools
Keep that bag
Overheat that Mac
And I’m a star, check my [?]
You can’t see these hoes from afar
[?]
Word to my mom, word to y’all
Word to Allah, whoever your god
[?]

[Chorus]
Up it, up it, up it, nigga up it
Nigga fuck it
I’ma count this bitch and up it
She gon’ up it
Bitch up it
Quick get to ducking
Fuck it, bitch up it

Lil Tracy – Mackbook Flexin Lyrics

[Intro: yung bruh & Vim shadows]
Graah
Trappin of my fucking Mackbook goddamn, fuck
What the fuck you mean?
Ay shoutout yung bruh
Trap, flexin, damn yee
Ah
Ay shoutout that nigga Kemet Dank foreverboys man…
Yung bruh shoutout my nigga Vim shadows
Vim shadows shawty
Daaaamn Aaaaaah ah okay, okay, flexin, uuuh goddamn

[Verse1: yung bruh]
Trappin of my Mackbook (Huh, huh)
Trynna get my racks up (Huh, huh)
Run up you get glocked up (Huh, huh)
Time to put a mask on (Huh, huh)
Pussy nigga backup (Huh, huh)
I’m smoking on a fat one (Huh, huh)
Your bitch wanna be with us (Huh)
Give her shrooms then she see stuff (Huh)
Dirty Vans fuck dem days bitch (Huh)
Drop a tablet, trip for days bitch (Huh)
Cuz I used to be a slave bitch (Huh)
Now they buildin up a case bitch (Huh)
Trynna lock me in a cage bitch (Huh)
So broke out into a rage bitch (Huh)
Give a fuck bout being famous (Huh)
Me and my girl in to the days in (Huh)

[Hook: yung bruh]
LSD trappin got no tab on me
Never fuck about a bitch where this castle lead
Thrift shop shawty my swag OD
I’m fuckin on your daughter bitch a bed no need
Yung goth nigga trappin hard on a Mackbook
I need a real bitch that don’t care about my cash
I’m thuggin and I’m positive I’m [?] get yo [??]
I’m emotionally slanging LSD of my Mackbook

[Verse2: yung bruh]
Mackbook trappin
Trappin of my Mackbook
LSD slanging
[?] of the Mackbook
Mackbook, Mackbook Uhmmm fuck
Trappin, Trappin
Bitch I need some money, Bitch I need some money