Quavo – BIG BRO lyrics



Dun Deal on the track

Is you with me or against me? (With me or against me?)
I’m a OG now so you need me (OG, I’m a OG)
Think you poppin’ Xanax bars, but it’s Fentanyl
(No-no bars, it’s Fentanyl)
Think you’re living life like rockstars but you’re dead now (Yeah)
Let me put you under my wing
I can teach you one thing (Let me put you under my wing)
Let me put you under my wing
I can show you it ain’t all about a chain (Ayy, ayy)

I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
Say we all need a big bro (All need a big bro)
All need a big bro (All need a big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Yeah)

Show you how to get a ring on that championship team
When you get a ring, it’s a championship
Teach ’em how to get them P’s on the back of RV’s
When you get ‘cross seas, it’s a championship
Clappin’ on things like I’m in New Orleans
When I hit ’em hard I be striking them
Calling all gangs ’cause I’m right with them
You too young to be hanging out all night with them

Brrrrrrr (Ahh)
Tsh, it’s a young nigga calling my phone (Ahh)
What’s happening?
Hey big bro, them niggas just got me for my chain (Ahh)
What?
Them niggas just set me up big brother
They just got me for my chain (Ahh)
Aw man (Ahh)
Damn (Ahh)
Ay, ay, calm down, calm down, we gon’ get it back (Ahh)
Just pull up on me, tell me what happened (Ahh)

Big bro ridin’ with the tool tight (Big bro)
Big bro straight, he live the coot life (Big bro)
Been through the struggle played the rules right (Big bro)
Ain’t got nothing to prove, big bro got nine stripes (Big bro)
You out here tryna live your broke life (You, you, ayy)
You out here tryna live that GOAT life (You, you, ayy)
You gonna fuck around, take your life (You, you)
Instagram and guns just don’t go right (No, no, ayy)

I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
Say we all need a big bro (All need a big bro)
All need a big bro (All need a big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Yeah)



Kodak Black – ZEZE lyrics



D.A. got that dope!

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze)
Nightcrawlin’ in the Phantom (Skrrt, skrrt)
Told them hoes that don’t you panic
Took an island, flood the mansion (Yeah, big water)
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can stand in (It’s lit)
See the bitches undercover (In the sheets)
I’m an ass and titties lover (Big ass)
Guess we all made for each other
Now that all the dawgs free (Yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (Alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?

[Refrain: Kodak Black]
Pull up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin’ like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin’ private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)
Pull up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin’ like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin’ private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)

[Verse 1: Offset]
Offset! Blow the brains out the coupe (Boo)
Police wanna talk, but I’m on mute (Woo, woo, hey)
I’ma bust her wrist down ’cause she cute (Ice)
Fuck her on a yacht, dive in a pool (Yeah)
She an addict (Addict), addict for the lifestyle and the Patek (Patek)
Big daddy, have you ever felt Chanel fabrics? (Chanel)
I be drippin’ to death, I need a casket (Drippin’)
And we got more stripes than the ref, he foul, TEC him (Bow, stripes)
In the middle of the field like David Beckham (Field, bow-bow)
All my niggas locked up, for real, I’m tryna help ’em (Free, free)
When I got a mil’, got me the chills, don’t know what happened (Hoo, chills)
Pop pills, do what you feel, I’m on that zombie (Hey, hoo)
I’m more like Gaddafi, I’m not no Gandhi (Gaddafi, hey)
I’m more like I’m David, Goliath runnin’ (Hey, hey)
Niggas be clonin’, I find it funny (Clone, haha)
We from the Nawf, straight out of the dungeon (We from the Nawf, hey)
I go in her mouth, she can’t tell me nothin’ (Eghck, eghck, egchk)
300, the watch is out of your budget (Woo, woo, 300)
Mean-muggin’ got me clutchin’
Yeah, and this stick right out of Russia

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze)
Nightcrawlin’ in the Phantom (Skrrt, skrrt)
Told them hoes that don’t you panic
Took an island, flood the mansion (Yeah, big water)
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can stand in (It’s lit)
Bitches undercover (In the sheets)
I’m an ass and titties lover (Big ass)
Guess we all went for each other
Now that all the dawgs free (Yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (Alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?

[Refrain: Kodak Black]
Pull up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin’ like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin’ private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)
Pull up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin’ like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin’ private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
In a Hellcat ’cause I’m a hell-raiser
Self-made, I don’t owe a nigga nann favor
When you get that money, nigga, keep your heart
I’m slidin’ in a coupe, ain’t got no key to start
I got the fire on me in BET Awards
When your well run dry, you know you need me for it
When I pull up in the Buick, you know what I’m doin’
If the police get behind me, I’m fleein’ and eludin’
Sleepin’ on the palette turned me to a savage
I’m a project baby, now I stay in Calabasas
Like I still serve fiends, like I’m still jackin’
I be sippin’ on lean, tryna keep balance
Hit that Z-Walk, Dickie’s with my Reeboks
I don’t say much, I just let the heat talk
Your jewelry water whip, diamonds like re-rock
My lil’ baby ride the dick like a seesaw
When I stepped up on the scene, I was on a bean
When I jumped up out the Beam’, I was in Celine
Baby girl you just a fling, that ain’t what I mean
Money bustin’ out my jeans like I do the scheme

[Refrain: Kodak Black]
Pull up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin’ like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin’ private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)
Pull up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin’ like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin’ private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)

Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh

Usher – Gift Shop lyrics

[Intro: Usher]
(Zaytoven)
I walk up in that motherfucker like, get what you want
Ayy, let me get that
Gift shop, gift shop, yeah

[Chorus: Usher]
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop
Locked in the bag like a Ziploc
Got your main thing in the lip-lock
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop
Audemars don’t go tick-tock (Tick-tock)
Ice box diamonds in my wrist watch (Wrist watch)

[Verse 1: Usher]
Got it, I’ma spend it, gotta do it big
‘Cause I be talkin’ more than millions (Yeah)
Court-side, no tickets
Blue tint, sittin’ pretty, uh, yeah, uh
I’m in your bitch like, yeah (Yeah)
Hop in that whip, and smash
What’s on my neck? That glass
That foreign lil’ whip been crashed
A lot of those diamonds ain’t real
My nigga gon’ get it how he live (Yeah)
Good life, who this?
She do what she can for a Fendi bag (Yeah)
Iced out wrist, that gliss, that gliss, that gliss
Girl on my dick, my tip, my tip

[Chorus: Usher]
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Locked in the bag like a Ziploc (Ziploc)
Got your main thing in the lip-lock (Yeah, yeah)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Audemars don’t go tick-tock (Tick-tock)
Ice box diamonds in my wrist watch (Wrist watch)

[Bridge: Usher]
Way, way, way (Add it up)
Came, came, came (To fuck it up)
Foreign whips, new Mulsanne
Kick shit, no Lui Kang

[Chorus: Usher]
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Locked in the bag like a Ziploc (Ziploc)
Got your main thing in the lip-lock (Yeah, yeah)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Audemars don’t go tick-tock (Tick-tock)
Ice box diamonds in my wrist watch (Wrist watch)

[Verse 2: Gunna]
I treat the Gucci store like a gift shop
I put some Fiji water in a wrist watch
Then showed her how to ball like a big shark
I spent a couple thousand on her ass shots
She got all colors in the G socks
That’s a Rolex not a G-Shock (G-Shock)
I’m diggin’ in her while she got her legs locked (Got her legs locked)
We fuckin’ in the penthouse at the tip top (Oh)
Make her cum again, spend a hundred bands, new Mercedes-Benz
Gucci store again, had to let us, private when we land
I gave her a chance, gave her the advance, diamond on her hands
VVS’ dance, Off-White on the Vans, Tesla for a van
I’m rubbin’ on her skin, she gon’ let me in, we ain’t gon’ pretend
I’m her latest friend, she don’t chase her Hen’ and ain’t scared to sin
I’ma give her a lend, purse that cost a ten, help her on the rent
We just wanna win, just don’t care to spend, Gucci store again

[Chorus: Usher]
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Locked in the bag like a Ziploc (Ziploc)
Got your main thing in the lip-lock (Yeah, yeah)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Audemars don’t go tick-tock (Tick-tock)
Ice box diamonds in my wrist watch (Wrist watch)

[Bridge: Usher]
Way, way, way
This shit, got me feelin’ like Michael
She call me her idol
She play me Tidal
She cum on arrival
But I don’t want no bridal
Oh, oh, oh

[Chorus: Usher]
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Locked in the bag like a Ziploc (Ziploc)
Got your main thing in the lip-lock (Yeah, yeah)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Audemars don’t go tick-tock (Tick-tock)
Ice box diamonds in my wrist watch (Wrist watch)

[Outro: Usher]
Got it, I’ma spend it, gotta do it big
‘Cause I be talkin’ more than millions (Yeah)
Court-side, no tickets
Blue tint, sittin’ pretty, uh, yeah, uh
I’m in your bitch like, yeah (Yeah)
Hop in that whip, and smash
What’s on my neck? That glass
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Locked in the bag like a Ziploc (Ziploc)
Got your main thing in the lip-lock (Yeah, yeah)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)

Disturbed – Best Ones Lie Lyrics

God damn maybe I am a little paranoid
Cause I can feel it getting harder to breathe
I really don’t know when it began to be unbearable
But now it’s sickening me

Because the world keeps burning
And they keep turning the page
They love the drama
So pardon me if I don’t give a
God damn bit about anything you’re telling me
It’s just a matter of fact

All of the best ones lie
And you’re never gonna get me to see your side
I’m telling you all the best ones lie
And there’s nothing you can say that will change my mind
So how about you don’t even try

God damn maybe I am a little terrified
You know I really don’t know what to believe
We watch the world die while they keep telling us there’s nothing to fear
So now it’s crippling me

Because the world keeps turning
And all people do is complain
They love the drama
Reality is they don’t care a
God damn bit about anything you’re telling me
It’s just as simple as that

All of the best ones lie
And you’re never gonna get me to see your side
I’m telling you all the best ones lie
And there’s nothing you can say that will change my mind
So how about you don’t even try

No!
You’re not ready!

All of the best ones lie
And you’re never gonna get me to see your side
I’m telling you all the best ones lie
And there’s nothing you can say that will change my mind
Remember now, all of the best ones lie
And you’ll never get me to see your side
So how about you don’t even try

Yeah!
All of the best ones lie
But now it’s sickening me
But now it’s sickening me
God damn maybe I am
Yeah maybe I am

Lukas Graham – Not A Damn Thing Changed Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Not a damn thing changed
All the boys that grew up back-to-back still do the same things
Now they’re rewarding our records
But we still do the same things
I’m just spittin’ words out my mouth
I made it, I still don’t know how
Damn it, my stage show can light up the clouds
Now I’m gonna blow it until I go out
Bring it
Not a damn thing changed
Just the funerals that follow death some more pain
Drinking them beers and we’re lighting up joints in the cold rain
I’m glad I got somewhere to go
I know a few souls without hope
Brother, you know you can call if you’re broke
Damn it, I pray you won’t reach for that rope

[Chorus]
So pour out a shot for me
Keep pouring out the bottle for the real ones I lost
Who can no longer walk with me
For the ones still right here, yeah, for the ones who still care
Yeah, we still feel the same way
Just pushing in the same lane
Tryna sit still, keep looking at the main aim
Always doing me so I have to maintain
Not a damn thing changed, just sticking to the game plan

[Verse 2]
Not a damn thing changed
Got my team from day one, there’s not one I could replace
Staying true to the way I grew up, how we were raised
My boys, they go in and go out
I’m just spittin’ words out my mouth
So far away but I still make them proud
Damn it, I hope we all make it somehow
Bring it
Not a damn thing changed
I’m just tryna put feelings as words on this damn page
Some of my friends started leaving this life ’cause they couldn’t wait
They know how it feels without hope
I’m glad I got somewhere to go
Stick to my people, that’s people I know
They feel the same, we all follow that code

[Chorus]
Now pour out a shot for me
Keep pouring out the bottle for the real ones I lost
Who can no longer walk with me
For the ones still right here, yeah, for the ones who still care
Yeah, we still feel the same way
Just pushing in the same lane
Tryna sit still, keep looking at the main aim
Always doing me so I have to maintain
Not a damn thing changed, just sticking to the game plan

[Verse 3]
Not a damn thing changed
Won’t forget where I’m from but for me there’s just one way
It’s a habit of beating the goals that we once made
I got a few records to break
I know we all got what it takes
The team is the team, same as back in the day
The team is the team, same as back in the day
Not a damn thing changed
If I wanted to turn back, it’s already too late
Yeah, we just grew up too quick ’cause we
‘Cause we couldn’t wait
Pushing in the same lane
Tryna sit still, keep looking at the main aim
Always doing me so I have to maintain
Not a damn thing changed, just sticking to the game plan

Soulja Boy – Whole Lot Lyrics

[Chorus]
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash, uh-huh
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash, uh-huh

[Verse 1]
All of this ice on me
All of this ice on me
I got more life on me
I got the pipe on me
I got the stripes on me
I got the designer
Diamonds from China
Reach, we climbin’
Seats, reclinin’
Brand new foreign whip, my Maybach Coupe
I just dropped off ’bout eight stacks
The coupe lost its roof, it’s a maniac (aye)

[Bridge]
I rock Gucci, I rock Louis, yeah (yeah)
I rock Fendi and make movies, yeah
Diamonds on me with the groupies, yeah
Fully loaded with the uh-

[Chorus]
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash, uh-huh
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash, uh-huh

[Verse 2]
I got the statement, I’m seein’ what I dropped
I got the cake on me, bringin’ it out
I got a 100K, whip it right out
I got 200k, whip it right out
I got 300k, spend it right now
I got a half mil’, that’s for right now
All of my niggas they pull up like uh-
Huh, pull up like- (uh, yeah)

[Bridge]
I rock Gucci, I rock Louis, yeah (yeah)
I rock Fendi and make movies, yeah
Diamonds on me with the groupies, yeah
Fully loaded with the uh-

[Chorus]
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash, uh-huh
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash, uh-huh

Soulja Boy – Flex For The Summer Lyrics

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl

[Verse 1: 24hrs]
You fuckin’ with the number one stunna
Scoop you up, and hit Bennihanna
Talkin’ bout the one that’s in the Valley
Shawty from Atlanta, but in Cali
Hit Rodeo, she in love with all this Prada
Feel like Roddy, 10 toes in Balenciaga
Versace sheets, damn I feel like Silkk Da Shocka
Xan with the soda, 24 and Soulja

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl

[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
Broadie shoots, shot Scottie Pippen
So many girls, they think I’m trippin’
Ridin’ in that foreign, foreign whippin’
Hit the club, 38 tip it
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t grip it
Hop inside the whip, money gettin’
They done fell in love with my vision
I be gettin’ money, guess I’m gettin’ it

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl

[Bridge: Soulja Boy]
You know that, I pull up and I’m killin’
You know that I’m full forgiato whippin’
You know that I’m out gettin’ money, whippin’
Baby, I don’t know why you trippin’

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl

Usher – Birthday lyrics

Zaytoven

Do your dance it’s your birthday
Move that ass it’s your birthday
Spend this cash for your birthday
Blow that bag for your birthday
Spend a band if you worth it
You know I like it when you work it
Hit your dance on your birthday
It’s what you want for your birthday

Go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl
It’s your world, your world, your world, your world
You could have your way for your birthday
I eat the cake for your birthday
Beat it up for your birthday
Fuck it up for your birthday

Tonight you gon’ party, tear down the city
You got a section
Your sister, your cousin, your bestie with it
You birthday flexing
Pop champagne, ain’t no sips, straight from the bottle
Yeah, that’s it
Night just started, gone and make a wish
Maybe later you’ll get that birthday dick
Baby you so special (So special)
That birthday suit you wearing looks so sexual
She got a body like a bottle ’cause she bought it
Did it in Miami ’cause she knew she could afford it
Birthday sex test drive that model

Do your dance it’s your birthday
Move that ass it’s your birthday
Spend this cash for your birthday
Blow that bag for your birthday
Spend a band if you worth it
You know I like it when you work it
Hit your dance on your birthday
It’s what you want for your birthday

[Post Chorus]
Go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl
It’s your world, your world, your world, your world
You could have your way for your birthday
I eat the cake for your birthday
Beat it up for your birthday
Fuck it up for your birthday

How many girls gone be poppin’ rubber bands
Up in the place, tippin’ them dancers, smackin’ ass
What the hell you sippin’ tonight
She say if it’s brown, she ain’t faithful tonight
She wanna wild out, she wild out, she wanna play
Wanna get fucked up, she wanna live for today
She wanna wild out, she wanna kiss on her friend
And that’s the kind of mood she in

Do your dance it’s your birthday
Move that ass it’s your birthday
Spend this cash for your birthday
Blow that bag for your birthday
Spend a band if you worth it
You know I like it when you work it
Hit your dance on your birthday
It’s what you want for your birthday

[Post Chorus]
Go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl
It’s your world, your world, your world, your world
You could have your way for your birthday
I eat the cake for your birthday
Beat it up for your birthday
Fuck it up for your birthday

Your girl got a birthday, yeah
Your sister got a birthday, yeah
Your niece got a birthday, yeah
Your auntie got a birthday, yeah
Your mama got a birthday, yeah
Your baby mama got a birthday, yeah
Your daughter got a birthday, yeah
Is your birthday, Is your birthday

Do your dance it’s your birthday
Move that ass it’s your birthday
Spend this cash for your birthday
Blow that bag for your birthday
Spend a band if you worth it
You know I like it when you work it
Hit your dance on your birthday
It’s what you want for your birthday

[Post Chorus]
Go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl
It’s your world, your world, your world, your world
You could have your way for your birthday
I eat the cake for your birthday
Beat it up for your birthday
Fuck it up for your birthday

Usher – ATA lyrics

(Zaytoven!)
Big time, yeah
(A, A, A, A)
A Town, forever down
(A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, ooh)

I just wanna see you in Ibiza
We can meet up, let it heat up
Blow the trees up, kick your feet up
L-l-lay-lay, l-l-lay-lay-lay (Lay-lay-lay-lay-lay)
L-l-lay-lay, l-l-lay-lay-lay (Lay-lay-lay-lay-lay)
You can bring your girls, you can leave ’em
You forget your man, that’s amnesia
You can slide on ’em, kick your feet up
L-l-lay-lay, l-l-lay-lay-lay (Lay-lay-lay-lay-lay)
L-l-lay-lay, l-l-lay-lay-lay (Lay-lay-lay-lay-lay)

Booty got me inspired
Move that thing to the side, yeah
We ain’t ever gettin’ tired, no
I know you love it when you tied up
Where we goin’? Got a flight (Flight)
You ever seen a G-5? (Yeah)
‘Cause I’m a G type of guy, yeah
That’s a whole different vibe, yeah

I don’t do this on occasion (Yeah), this my every day shit
Put your ass through college, give me brain, education
Know you ain’t gon’ say shit, have your man devastated
Boo, don’t keep me waitin’, boo, don’t keep me waitin’ (Yeah)

I just wanna see you in Ibiza
We can meet up, let it heat up
Blow the trees up, kick your feet up
L-l-lay-lay, l-l-lay-lay-lay (Lay-lay-lay-lay-lay)
L-l-lay-lay, l-l-lay-lay-lay (Lay-lay-lay-lay-lay)
You can bring your girls, you can leave ’em
You forget your man, that’s amnesia
You can slide on ’em, kick your feet up
L-l-lay-lay, l-l-lay-lay-lay (Lay-lay-lay-lay-lay)
L-l-lay-lay, l-l-lay-lay-lay (Lay-lay-lay-lay-lay)

Ayy, yeah, Zay jumpin’ out the Phantom (Zay)
This the Atlanta anthem (A)
Tell your girls get to dancin’ (Ayy)
Helipad on the mansion
This some shit you can’t fathom (No)
Spillin’ drinks in the jacuzzi
Anything you can imagine (Wow)
Turn this shit into a movie

I don’t do this on occasion (Yeah), this my every day shit
Put your ass through college, give me brain, education
Know you ain’t gon’ say shit, have your man devastated
Boo, don’t keep me waitin’ (No), boo, don’t keep me waitin’ (Yeah)

I just wanna see you in Ibiza
We can meet up, let it heat up
Blow the trees up, kick your feet up
L-l-lay-lay, l-l-lay-lay-lay (Lay-lay-lay-lay-lay)
L-l-lay-lay, l-l-lay-lay-lay (Lay-lay-lay-lay-lay)
You can bring your girls, you can leave ’em
You forget your man, that’s amnesia
You can slide on ’em, kick your feet up
L-l-lay-lay, l-l-lay-lay-lay (Lay-lay-lay-lay-lay)
L-l-lay-lay, l-l-lay-lay-lay (Yeah-eah)

(L-l-lay-lay, l-l-lay-lay-lay)
Lay, lay, lay, lay
(L-l-lay-lay, l-l-lay-lay-lay)
Lay, lay
(L-l-lay-lay, l-l-lay-lay-lay)
(L-l-lay-lay, l-l-lay-lay-lay)
(L-l-lay-lay, l-l-lay-lay-lay)
(L-l-lay-lay, l-l-lay-lay-lay)
Ooh, that’s crazy
(L-l-lay-lay, l-l-lay-lay-lay)

Quavo – RERUN lyrics

[Intro: Travis Scott & Quavo]
This nigga man
Yah, yeahhh
Oh, uh oh, yeah yeah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, wooaahh
Yaah, yuh-yuh

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Quavo]
She like it (like), I’m swipin’ (swipe)
Ice bitin’ (bite), she dykin’ (dyke), ye-ah
I had to come right back like double back and rerun
I had to come right back like double back and rerun
She like it (she like), I’m swipin’ (swipe)
Ice bitin’ (yah), she dykin’ (dyke), yeah, yeah
I had to come right back like double back and rerun
I had to come right back like double back and rerun

[Verse: Travis Scott & Quavo]
Yeah, go ahead spend it, I’m live in it (yeah)
Yeah, my whip came with curtains, I don’t need it tinted
Yeah, when it come to how she turn so independent
Yeah, when it comes to this D, she turn so damn dependent (straight up)
Night times, summertime cold
You really wanna say yes, but you sayin’ no (no)
I’m on top my game like a Kangol
I let her drive the Range, then she wreck the Rolls
Yeah, ice-ice biting Cartier Bangles (bitin’)
Yeah, she let me smash her friends long as the chain froze (alright)
Yeah, ain’t been here 15 minutes, why she changed clothes? (it’s lit)
She ride with me through the city while we swang doors (straight up)
Slide through the hood, pop up on the north (yeah, yeah)
You know everything good when you with the ‘Cho
Chosen, outspoken (Yah), arrogant, that’s on both ends (Alright!)
Good vibes, given off good vibes (good vibes)
One time, can you dig it one time (one time)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Quavo]
She like it (like), I’m swipin’ (swipe)
Ice bitin’ (bite), she dykin’ (dyke), ye-ah
I had to come right back like double back and rerun
I had to come right back like double back and rerun
She like it (she like), I’m swipin’ (swipe)
Ice bitin’ (yah), she dykin’ (dyke), yeah, yeah
I had to come right back like double back and rerun
I had to come right back like double back and rerun

[Interlude: Woman & Travis Scott]
I think one of us is inclined to
You, you didn’t come the second night, I was here
No, I got too fucked up the first night
For real

[Break: Travis Scott]
Link up, come witness
Come link up, we can bring your bitches
Bring your drink up, we can do some business
When the min up, we can run a mission
Yeah, link up, come witness
Come link up, you can bring your bitches
We can drink; we can drink up
Yeah, link up, yeah, link up
Hit my people, I’ma hit the creep up
Just to see us, I’ma need a few dubs
In the ‘pions, you gone get the reep-uh
Oh my, ice wear, on the v-nuh
On a v-nuh, I can do no e-nuh
Called up Nina, rollin’ on my d-nuh
Ike and Tina, way I beat the, beat the, beat the, beat the

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Quavo]
She like it (like), I’m swipin’ (swipe)
Ice bitin’ (bite), she dykin’ (dyke), ye-ah
I had to come right back like double back and rerun
I had to come right back like double back and rerun
She like it (she like), I’m swipin’ (swipe)
Ice bitin’ (yah), she dykin’ (dyke), yeah, yeah
I had to come right back like double back and rerun
I had to come right back like double back and rerun

Quavo – SWING lyrics

[Verse 1: Quavo]
We get allowed to swing
Oh that’s a hot spot (Hot spot)
Hit her on the elevator, why not (Why not)
Make the whole block hot (Block hot)
Make the whole block hot (Block hot)
(Skrrt, skrrt) In the hot box (Skrrt, skrrt)
Right next to the chopper (Skrrt, skrrt)
And the thing go ratta (Buck, buck)
And the thing go ratta (Buck, buck)
Came from the jungle
We hot but we humble
You want to reach out tell her
Just put down your number (brrrr)
If she’s not a bad gyal, then I do not want her (Bo)
I like to try new things, but not with one woman (No)
Got to be three or four of ’em (Three)
Yeah, we drippin’ designer, but grind on the floor (Floor)
And I do not care what I drink, just keep pourin’ (Pour)
Already know what she think, girl just go in (Go, go, go)
She ’bout to go to the dance hall (Hall)
Two bad bitches got a dance-off (Off)
By the end of the night, I tried ’em all (All)

[Chorus: Quavo]
We get allowed to swing
(Swingin’ ay, swingin’ ay)
We get allowed to swing
(Swingin’ ay, swingin’ ay)
We get allowed to swing
(Swingin’ ay, swingin’ ay)
We get allowed to swing
(Swingin’ ay, swingin’ ay)
We get allowed to swing

[Post-Chorus: Quavo]
She wanna try the new tings
(She wants to try ’em)
She wanna try the new tings
(She like to try ’em)

[Verse 2: Normani & Quavo]
Oh, I got you seeing double
Careful not to start no trouble
Oh, I try to keep it subtle
I don’t mean to burst your bubble
Oh, I’ve been workin’ hard, I rehearsed that
Quavo loose, that’s ’cause my body heard that
And I think I deserve, a lil’ different tonight
Slow it down and have a drink for a second (Ay)
Come on get on my page for a second, yeah
We’re the ones have a thrill, make it messy, yeah (Ay)
I just wanna show you something a lil’ different, yeah
Slow it down and have a drink for a second (Ay)
Come on get on my page for a second, yeah
We’re the ones have a thrill, make it messy, yeah (Ay)
I just wanna show you something a lil’ different, yeah
(We allowed to swing) I know you love to swing

[Chorus: Quavo & Normani]
We get allowed to swing
(Swingin’ ay, swingin’ ay)
I just wanna show you something a lil’ different (Yeah)
We get allowed to swing
(Swingin’ ay, swingin’ ay)
We get allowed to swing
(Swingin’ ay, swingin’ ay)
I just wanna show you something a lil’ different (Yeah)
We get allowed to swing

[Post-Chorus: Quavo]
She wanna try the new tings
(She want to try ’em)
She like to try the new tings
(She like to try ’em)

[Verse 3: Davido]
The darker the berry, the sweeter the juice (Black juice)
Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready to move (Ready to move)
She said don’t keep me waiting
Now she’s in the mood (She’s in the mood)
Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready to move gyal
I’ll take you to Africa (Ay)
You won’t see my type of car (Scoot, scoot)
The same one that Cardi got (Vroom, vroom)
Come live like a fuckin’ star (Ay)
I could tell you’re too foreigner, yeah
For my place, you no need Visa (No need Visa)

[Chorus: Quavo]
We get allowed to swing
(Swingin’, swingin’)
We get allowed to swing
(Ah, swingin’, swingin’)
We get allowed to swing
(Ah, swingin’, swingin’)
We get allowed to swing
(Ah, swingin’, swingin’)
We get allowed to swing

[Post-Chorus: Quavo]
She want to try the new tings
(She want to try ’em)
She like to try the new tings
(She like to try ’em, we get allowed to swing)
She want to try the new tings
(She want to try ’em)
She like to try the new tings
(She like to try ’em)

[Outro: Quavo]
We get allowed to swing
(We get allowed)
She wanna try new tings
(Come and tell me!)
We get allowed to swing
(Ay, you comin’ down now)
She wanna try new things
(Let ’em go, let ’em know)
Let the beat run out, ohh, oh
Let the beat run out
Yeah, we get allowed to swing

Quavo – LOST lyrics

[Chorus: Quavo]
Hope I don’t get lost (Ooh-ooh, ooh)
Hope I don’t get lost (Get lost, lost)
Lost, in a world (Lost)
In this world, they divide us all (In this world, world)
In this world, they divide us all (In this world, divide)
Oh yeah (Divide, oh yeah, woo)
I hope the money don’t diminish y’all (Yeah)
I hope the money (Woo, the money)
Don’t diminish y’all (Hey, ooh)
Yeah (Yeah, woo-hoo)
Hey

[Verse 1: Quavo]
My team came from the bottom on the rise, yeah (Yeah)
God, please don’t get me lost in this ride, yeah (Skrr, hoo)
Went to sleep, I had a dream of that fishscale (Fishy)
Woke up, then put it right on the street at retail (Retail)
Lifestyle, it get crazy, it get brazy yeah (Brazy)
My bitch mad at me, the days get rainy, yeah (Oh)
She always try to leave, she say I’m too player (Oh)
Oh, you lost in the sauce? I hope you get well (Get well)
Accomplish all my goals, congratulate me, yeah (Yeah)
Got the five-end guard with me, that’s for safety, yeah (Yeah)
Make me wanna take all the Percocet pills (Percy)
Told Danny hit my phone when the check clears (Brr)

[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]
I’m inside my soul, feel the weight on me (My soul)
Built to carry the load, feel this weight on me (Yeah)
Slide out, hit the road for my sanity (Mmm)
This how it fuckin’ goes in my galaxy
After midnight (Midnight)
And my mind runs (And my mind runs)
With the demons on my back (Yeah)
‘TIl the day comes (’Til the day comes)
Been through it all my life (Yeah)
And I feel numb (Feel so numb)
Got the demons on my back
’Til the day comes (‘TIl the day comes)
See, in my mind, I’m trapped in my mind
But I know I’ll find a way (Find a way)
See, in my mind, I’m trapped in my mind
But I know I’ll find a way
Survivin’ now (Ooh)
And find a way (Hmm)

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Hotbox in the coupe, don’t nothin’ move I say (Skrr, skrr)
You gon’ get lost if you try to make a move my way (Move)
Bad bitch gonna hit you with a move if you won’t play (Get ’em)
You let the money get to your head, made me go the other way (That way, go)
Go to the top this season (Woo)
Let ‘im get a rack, he need it (Rack)
Eating on the drug, she teathin’ (Eat it up)
It’s Migos gang, believe me (Migo gang)
The gang over everything, that’s what I pledge allegiance (Gang)
Take care my family, I know my mama need me (Mama)
Told my niggas in the pen I’m on, they didn’t believe it (Brr)
Then they call back, they see me on TV (TV)
Hope I don’t get lost (No)
In this million dollar vault (Yeah)
I don’t want to take a loss (No)
You don’t wanna get involved (Yeah)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Hope I don’t get lost (Ooh-ooh, ooh)
Hope I don’t get lost (Get lost, lost)
Lost, in a world (Lost)
In this world, they divide us all (In this world, world)
In this world, they divide us all (In this world, divide)
Oh yeah (Divide, oh yeah, woo)
I hope the money don’t diminish y’all (Yeah)
I hope the money (Woo, the money)
Don’t diminish y’all (Hey, ooh)
Yeah (Yeah, woo-hoo)
Hey

Don’t get lost in the way, don’t
Don’t get lost in the way, don’t
Don’t get lost in the way, don’t
Don’t get lost in the way

David Bowie – Never Let Me Down Lyrics

[Verse 1]
When I believed in nothing
I called her name
Trapped in a high-dollar joint
In some place
I called her name
And though my days are slipping by
And nights so cruel
I thought I’d die

[Prec-Chorus]
She danced her little dance ’til it made me cry
She was shaking like this honey doing that

[Verse 2]
When I needed soul revival
I called your name
When I was falling to pieces
I screamed in pain
Your soothing hand that turned me round
A love so real
Swept over me

[Pre-Chorus]
You danced a little dance ’til it made me cry
She was shaking like this honey doing that

[Chorus]
Never let me down
She never let me down
Never let me down
She never let me down

[Verse 3]
When all your faith is failing, Call my name
When you’ve got nothing coming, Call my name
I’ll be strong for all it takes
I’ll cover your head
Until the bad stuff breaks

[Pre-Chorus]
Dance my little dance ’til it makes you smile
Shaking like this honey doing that

[Chorus]
Never let you down
I’ll never let you down
I’ll never let you down
I’ll never let you down

[Outro]
Oh no

Jess Glynne – Broken Lyrics

So broken, so broken

Sometimes when I fall down low
And I got no where else to go
I hide myself, don’t let it show
But you find me
Sometimes when the day go by
I’ve missed it because all I did was cry
You always know the reason why
You know me

You always got the words that never let me down
Always make me laugh somehow
You tell me don’t worry
When I’ve done wrong
It’s something that I’ll never know
How you can love someone so broken, so right?
‘Cause all I ever wanted
Was a little bit of Paradise

Sometimes when I run too fast
You let me go don’t hold me back
When I can’t see the tracks
You find me
Sometimes when I can’t see
I lose my balance and I can’t breathe
You hold me close and brush your cheek on me
You know me

You always have the words that never let me down
Always make me laugh somehow
You tell me don’t worry
When I’ve done wrong
It’s something that I’ll never know
How you can love someone so broken, so right?
‘Cause all I ever wanted
Was a little bit of Paradise

Woah-oh-ohh, woah
Woah-oh-ohh, woah

Said it’s all ’cause you’re a part of me
I hope I give you just as much
Because you could never let me down
‘Cause even when I’m standing here now

So broken, arms open wide
‘Cause all I ever wanted
Was a little bit of Paradise
You tell me don’t worry
When I’ve done wrong
It’s something that I’ll never know
How you can love someone so broken, so right?
‘Cause all I ever wanted
Was a little bit of Paradise
Was a little bit of Paradise
Oh, woah, oh, woah
Oh, woah
Was a little bit of Paradise

Usher – Peace Sign Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Okay
I made this for you
‘Til we meet again
Yeah, you
You know who you are
Yeah

[Chorus]
I ain’t tryna wear you out
Never get enough
On my way to pick you up
Be ready when I pull up baby
I don’t wanna have to rush
When we making love
Let me know if it ain’t too much
Won’t stop if I get enough babe
Get enough babe (Get enough)
Get enough
Get enough babe (You gettin’ enough babe?)
Won’t stop if I get enough babe
Get enough (Get enough babe)
Never get enough (Get enough)
Never get enough (Get enough, baby)
Oh, never get enough babe

[Hook]
On this side
Legs up like a peace sign
Two cups down, got her tongue-tied (Tongue-tied)
Can’t wait ’til I’m inside (Yeah)
Beat, beat ’til the sunrise
All up in her hair like a hair tie (Ayy)
Two cups down, got her tongue-tied (Ayy)
I can’t wait ’til I’m inside, yeah

[Verse]
Speak up, the bass
My hand on her waist, thinking ’bout it for some days
I’m on the way
I hop in the Wraith, speedin’, racin’ to her place
Put that on my face
She stayin’ here for days
So good, I don’t need a plate
I love how she taste
She don’t fuck with no lames, that’s why she stay in her place

[Hook]
On this side (This side)
Legs up like a peace sign (Ooh)
Two cups down, got her tongue-tied (Tongue-tied)
Can’t wait ’til I’m inside (Inside)
Beat, beat ’til the sunrise
All up in her hair like a hair tie
Two cups down, got us tongue-tied
I can’t wait ’til I’m inside, woah

[Chorus]
I ain’t tryna wear you out
Never get enough
On my way to pick you up
Be ready when I pull up baby
I don’t wanna have to rush
When we making love
Let me know if it ain’t too much
Won’t stop if I get enough babe (Get enough babe)
If I get enough babe (Did you get enough, babe?)
Oh, if I get enough babe (Get enough babe)
Oh, if I get enough babe (Get enough babe)
Oh

[Hook]
On this side (This side)
Legs up like a peace sign (Peace sign)
Two cups down, got us tongue-tied (Tongue-tied)
Can’t wait ’til I’m inside (Oh)
Beat, beat ’til the sunrise
All up in her hair like a hair tie
Two cups down, got us tongue-tied (Tongue-tied)
I can’t wait ’til I’m inside, yeah

[Outro]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
When she fuck, on this side
Oh-oh-oh-oh
When she up, on this side
Oh-oh-oh-oh
I ain’t tryna wear you out
Never get enough
On my way to pick you up
Be ready when I pull up baby
I don’t wanna have to rush
When we making love
Let me know if it ain’t too much

Belly – Numbers Lyrics

[Chorus: Belly]
I pull up in four-door Bugattis
Four-wheel Ducatis
Got at least two hoes beside me (ten)
Threesomes like a hobby
Addies made me zero in
Two point nine, these five tsunamis
Seven boppers in the lobby
We the new Illuminati
All my bitches keep six
In case twelve tryna find me
Do the math, do the math
45’s like the army

[Verse 1: Belly]
I’m a pipe her like Rowdy
Free Max, free Bobby
Get Whoopty on the phone
He’ll know what to do with the body (death)
Set Persiles on a little couch, till I put my mama in a real house
Pills all in my little pocket, and they got me geeking like a meal house
Too many fake waves
It’s a real drought
I feel like eight days, with the AK earn the real clout
Fuck your two cents
You wouldn’t even give me two cents when my pennies scuff
Earned it all it was never luck
Millionaire with the semi-tuck
Now you wanna pull a Hemi up
Just so you can come and drink the Henny up
Fake shit, it was never love
And really fuck it if it really was

[Chorus: Belly]
I pull up in four-door Bugattis
Four-wheel Ducatis
Got at least two hoes beside me (ten)
Threesomes like a hobby
Addies made me zero in
Two point nine, these five tsunamis
Seven boppers in the lobby
We the new Illuminati
All my bitches keep six
In case twelve tryna find me
Do the math, do the math
45’s like the army

[Post Chorus]
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I just counted five million dollar cash
All 5s, 10s, and 20s
Got to know that that’s the dope money
Got to know I got the code, homie
Drink, bring a chopper hit him up, aye
Plank, play dead sit him up, aye
Bricks on bricks, yeah we Billy Love (Billy Love)
Bitches act thirsty so we fill em’ up
Ion like the rap game (ion love the rap game)
Ain’t none these niggas real as us (ain’t none these niggas, none these niggas)
Going back to the trap game (going back to the trap)
Selling bricks out the Bentley truck (cocaine Bentley truck)
Then I’ma hit em’ up
I used to be a stick em’ up
Black hoodie with the ski mask
When you see me nigga get em’ up (you know what it is)
I’m a dope boy cause I sold dope, boy
You ain’t no plug cause you owe one boy
You ain’t cool with no Mexican, you don’t know one boy
If you say you got M’s then show one boy
Just bought the Patek the one with no ice
Just knocked that bitch, the one with no lights
And I used to get government assistance, food stamps no lights

[Outro: Belly]
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)

Plies – All Thee Above Lyrics

[Hook: Kevin Gates]
You my bae, you my gift, you my all of the above
You get dick, you get gifts, you get all of the above
Stay down, all of the above
I’m in lust, I’m in love, I’m in all of the above

[Verse 1: Plies]
Can you stay down like Dreka did?
Send me them nudes when you miss the kid
They can’t make me cheat on you
Ain’t nothing you could do to make me beat on you
When I get hard, can I eat on you?
Come through late night to put D on you
Box so good, she legendary
Crush lil mama necessary
Got a nigga hard like February
What we got ain’t monetary
She my independent girl
Say she love me many, girl
She been round for a minute, girl
I’ll take care of you and your mama, girl
House stay clean like [?]
Can’t none of these chicks keep up with you
Christian Louboutin got me and bae drippin’
Bottle after bottle coming, me and bae sippin’
Blue Hunnids on the light, me and bae grippin’
She A, B, C and D so stay outta our business

[Hook: Kevin Gates]
You my bae, you my gift, you my all of the above
You get dick, you get gifts, you get all of the above
Stay down, all of the above
I’m in lust, I’m in love, I’m in all of the above

You my bae, you my gift, you my all of the above
Never budge, flush the drugs, yeah, all of the above
Stay down, all of the above
And fuck a side bitch ’cause ,girl, you really love

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
I remember when I first met you
Black Honda was in the spot
I saw you walking by, we walk into the light
Asked if I could come with you, we all been through a lot
When I pulled you to the side and I’m trying
I’m trying be in your life
I’m tryna fast forward, smoking on meteorites
Sick of your last boy
You say you need me in your life
Being a plie, it is I, hold on
Smack down but my heart stone cold

[Verse 3: Plies]
Ay, buy you a house and move you to Boca
You ain’t gotta drive, I’ll get you a chauffeur
If I am your Stedman then you is my Oprah
We can be next big Bee & Hova
Will I arrive for her?
Will I slide for her?
Will I die for her?
All of the above

[Hook: Kevin Gates]
You my bae, you my gift, you my all of the above
You get dick, you get gifts, you get all of the above
Stay down, all of the above
I’m in lust, I’m in love, I’m in all of the above

You my bae, you my gift, you my all of the above
Never budge, flush the drugs, yeah, all of the above
Stay down, all of the above
And fuck a side bitch ’cause ,girl, you really love

[Verse 4: Kevin Gates]
I had to admit, I been a gangsta
Been to the penn and you ain’t changed me
Giving you gifts ’cause you amazing
Always showing appreciation
Red one initiate it
I’m in the spirit of winning paper
All fits are custom tailored
I am not mingling with the haters
We like Ali, we the greatest
Porsche willing to block
I’m the one willing the spot
I’m the one touching the back end
I’m the one to eat on your clit from behind
Then hit you hard from the back end
We doing yoga, you back bend
I lick on your titties and tap in

[Verse 5: Plies]
It’s four in the morning, I walk in the house
I’m busy drunk but I’m digging in your shit
You is asleep, I’m waking you up
Fuck on each other, we do it to bed
A, is it sex?
B, is it love?
C, is it chemistry?
D, it’s all of the above

[Hook: Kevin Gates]
You my bae, you my gift, you my all of the above
You get dick, you get gifts, you get all of the above
Stay down, all of the above
I’m in lust, I’m in love, I’m in all of the above

You my bae, you my gift, you my all of the above
Never budge, flush the drugs, yeah, all of the above
Stay down, all of the above
And fuck a side bitch, the girl you really love

Quavo – BIGGEST ALLEY OOP lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
30, you a motherfucking fool, nigga

I was 22 when I first dropped (duece, duece)
Most influential dude when I first dropped (uh, true story)
The bando named a new spot (bando)
Where them boys from? They ain’t from the Hot (nawf)
Hotlanta (hot, hah)
Dirty mango Fanta (mud, hah)
Swept the game like I’m Huncho MC Hammer (uh, hammer time)
Write my name across the hall of fame banner (write it, write it)
Hit the lights, diamonds flash like a camera (flip the switch)
First met her in some open toed sandals (yeah, hey)
Now her attitude like a candle (she lit, lit)
That bag make you wanna up your standards (get rich, rich)
Way too fat but she ain’t got no manners (lil’ bitch), uh
Hop on the stick, uh (hop on the stick)
Grant your wish, uh (woo)
Came for licks, uh (licks)
We came to hit, uh (hit)
Who that bitch? uh (who?)
Poppin’ shit, uh (who?)
Let it rip, uh (who? raow)

I said, this the biggest alley oop (alley oop)
I’m gon’ air it out if I shoot (bow)
It’s only one mic in the booth (one mic)
Guess it’s my night to tell the truth (woo, truth)
Who got the biggest bag in the room? (bag, bag)
Who got the biggest bag in the room? (bag, bag)
Who got the biggest bag in the room? (racks, cash)
Who got the biggest bag in the room? (yeah, hey, hey)

I lead the way (Yes, leader)
Follow the wave (Follow the wave)
I’m not Beyoncé (No!)
It’s bigger than Jay (HOV)
All in the studio cookin’ up beats (Woo)
But I’m not ‘Ye (Yeezy)
Blessin’ the whole industry but they not tryna pay (Pay)
I wanted like ten mill (Aye)
That was like last year (Aye)
They lookin’ like, “Oh, for real?” (Aye)
Wait till this year (Aye)
Make the bank clear (Racks)
Grandma ain’t here (Grandma)
Fuck your fake tears (Fake)
Huncho made his (M’s)
And I’m humble still (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas been handlin’ business and dough before the deal
(Rah, handlin’ business)
You livin’ a lie, I only provide the real (Go, go)
Niggas been drownin’ they kidneys
Before they got rid of the seal (Drownin’ my kidneys)
Thinkin’ ’bout gettin’ a big Billy
And callin’ it Shaquille O’Neal (Shaquille)
Thinkin’ about wrappin’ a Benz yellow, Kill Bill (Kill Bill)
Thinkin’ that you poppin’ but it’s Advil (Advil)
Think your stage hoppin?
It’s a standstill (Standstill)

Yeah, I go by the name of Huncho
Quavo Huncho (30, you a motherfuckin’ fool, nigga)
The head man, woah
Huncho, let’s go, skrt, skrt-skrt

Quavo – FLIP THE SWITCH lyrics

Tsunami warning

[Chorus: Quavo]
You the one that’s tryna keep your business low-key, huh? (huh?)
You the one that’s having your main nigga
Can’t get no sleep, huh? (Sleep, hey)
You the one who walk around on fleek, huh? (Fleek)
You the one that started from the bottom
But you’ve reached your peak, huh? (Peak, peak)
You taught her how to swallow with no teeth, huh?
Make them dollars out the street, huh? (Cash)
Baddest bitch you ever seen, huh? (Bad)
You the one who split the guap with your team, huh? (Split it)
You the one who drink a lotta codeine, huh? (Drank)
Aye, aye I like this shit
This shit take me back to the ’99, 2000

[Verse 1: Drake]
Aye, aye, I got shorties out tryna find me, that look
Slipping through the cracks
‘Cause I’m slimy, I slipped
Chain wetter than a river you could cry me
Quick to Timberlake-love bitch, now she despise me, I swear
I just let the money energize me
Nigga, you was in your 20s in the ’90s, yeah
I just order Phantoms off the website
They ask how I want the shit, I say, “Surprise me”
Aye, yeah, look
She wanna hang when the album drop, that’s timely
Aye, got a present for my oppers, Word to Smiley
I know her man, gotta move her from beside me I swear

[Verse 2: Quavo]
She got ice in all her veins (All the ice)
She gon’ change worrying about the wrong things (Wrong thing)
If the paparazzi catch her, she’ll be famous (Flash)
Got to move low-key with the gangsters
Do what you do girl, flex with your gang (Flex)
Let’s call the boys up (BM) Lambos gon’ swing (Skrrt)
Who that making noise? (Who?) Gang-Gang (Who?)
Got a new crib, with a shooting range
Get a professional aim (pow)
You was up, now you fell off (Hey)
Then you pull up, all cap better knock it off (Cap)
I might get caught with my side bitch (Gang)
‘Cause I put my main bitch in the cockpit

[Bridge: Quavo]
Bad bitches and they lit (Woo)
I just told ’em, “Flip the switch” (Flip it)
Gang ’round, with the shits (Switch it)
I just told ’em, “Flip the switch” (Hey)
(Flip it, flip it, flip it, flip it)
Switch it
(Flip it, flip it, flip it, flip it)
Flip that ho switch
(Flip it!)

[Chorus: Quavo]
You the one that’s tryna keep your business low-key. huh? (Huh?)
You the one that’s having your main nigga
Can’t get no sleep, huh? (Sleep, hey)
You the one who walk around on fleek, huh? (Fleek)
You the on that started from the bottom
But you reached your peak, huh? (Peak, peak)
You taught her how to swallow with no teeth, huh?
Make them dollars out the street, huh? (Cash)
Baddest bitch you ever seen, huh? (Bad)
You the one who split the guap with your team, huh? (Split it)
You the one who drink a lotta codeine, huh? (Drank)

Quavo – HOW BOUT THAT lyrics

Romano
OG Parker

We keep it goin’ let’s go (Go)
Don’t need no keys to go (No keys)
Fuckin’ with me, get go (Me)
Nobody seen li’l bro (Ain’t seen him)
Livin’ life fast, you go (Fast)
Keepin’ it goin’, you go (Keep goin’)
Keepin’ it goin’ li’l ho (You know)
Keepin’ it goin’ li’l ho (Ho)

How ’bout the whole gang get geeked? (Yeah, yeah)
How ’bout that?
How ’bout the whole gang get freaks? (Yeah, yeah)
How ’bout that?
How ’bout we run the whole scene? (Yeah, yeah)
How ’bout that?
Whole scene (Yeah, yeah)
How ’bout that?

Aye, move the scene (Move)
Move the block (Block, ugh)
I’m with the team (Team)
We All-stars (Stars, aye)
This all I got (Got)
I can’t stop (Stop)
Came from kickin’ in doors, hop out Benz
Shootin’ at Ops (Ugh, ah)
She gave me mouth, the dental floss (Aye, floss)
I bought a boat, I feel like a boss (Ugh)
Pull up on the dock (Skrrt)
Park the drop (Skrrt, aye)
Just give me my ends
Give me my knots (Knots)
Woah, how ’bout strong?
How ’bout strong? (Strong)
Drippin’ and dabbin’ (Dab)
Didn’t take me long (Drippin’)
You gotta practice to beat me homes (Oh)
Just keep askin’, put me on

How ’bout the whole gang get geeked? (Yeah, yeah)
How ’bout that?
How ’bout the whole gang get freaks? (Yeah, yeah)
How ’bout that?
How ’bout we run the whole scene? (Yeah, yeah)
How ’bout that?
Whole scene (Yeah, yeah)
How ’bout that?

Floss it, (Hey) fuck with my posse (Hey, hey)
Fuck with my posse (Hey, hey)
Wanna go that way (That way, hey)
Ridin’ in the crowd wave (Skrrt)
Ridin’ in the big Wraith (Big Wraith)
Give a li’l bitch a taste
We goin’, up, up, up
Yeah, up, I just, up, went, up, up, up, yeah, up
We just, up, pipe it, up, up, up
Yeah, up, we just, up, level up, up, up, yo

We keep it goin’ let’s go (Go)
Don’t need no keys to go (No keys)
Fuckin’ with me, get go (Me)
Nobody seen li’l bro (Ain’t seen him)
Livin’ life fast, you go (Fast)
Keepin’ it goin’, you go (Keep goin’)
Keepin’ it goin’ li’l ho (You know)
Keepin’ it goin’ li’l ho (Ho)

How ’bout the whole gang get geeked? (Yeah, yeah)
How ’bout that?
How ’bout the whole gang get freaks? (Yeah, yeah)
How ’bout that?
How ’bout we run the whole scene? (Yeah, yeah)
How ’bout that?
Whole scene (Yeah, yeah)
How ’bout that?

Quavo – KEEP THAT SHIT lyrics

[Chorus: Quavo]
Keep that shit (Keep that shit)
Keep that shit over there (Oh)
Aye, keep that shit (Keep that shit)
Keep that shit over there, aye
Aye, keep that shit (No, no, no)
Keep that shit over there (Woo!)
Keep that shit (Keep that shit)
Keep that shit over there (Woo!)
Aye, keep that shit (Hey)
Keep that shit over there (Keep it)
Aye, keep that shit (No, no, no)
Keep that shit over there, aye
Aye, keep that shit (Keep that shit)
Keep that shit over there (Woo!)
Keep that shit (Keep it)
Keep that shit over there (Hey)
Aye, keep that

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Racks on my fist (Racks)
You broke as a bitch (Woo!)
Three-way assist (Three-way)
Migo Gang rich!
She hopped on the dick (Keep it)
Guap, fuck this shit (Yeah)
Pop for this shit
Don’t stop for this shit (Yeah, hey!)
I get the bag, fuck a diss (Fuck it)
Don’t get me wrong
You get chopped for this shit (Chopped)
.30 clip shit (.30!)
Hit your residence (Hit ’em, nah!)
Look, we don’t pretend (Nah)
And we don’t do new friends
We can beef it up (Up!)
Nigga peace it up (Up!)
Niggas seen it’s us (Us!)
Now they walking up (Up!)
Try to work a move (Up!)
But I’m on it too (Yup)
On the first of June (June)
Them Niggas hunted you (Woo!)

[Bridge: Quavo & Takeoff]
Pockets, double cheese
She please me with ease (Please!)
When I put this ice on
Everything freeze (Freeze! Ice, Ice, ice, ice)
Everything freeze (Ice, Ice, ice, ice, freeze!)
If she going hard
She gotta get a job (Go, go!)
Told her don’t stop, now she on (Don’t stop)
Somebody got dropped, now he gone (Bow!)
But the world don’t stop, it keep going

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Takeoff!
Kama glitched (What the fuck?)
By my see-through clip (Uh)
Keep that shit (Keep that shit)
Keep that shit over there (Uh)
Look at my ice (Ice!)
Hit ’em with a right, then left (Bop!)
And the gang-gang nice (Gang-gang)
Big drip better watch you step (Whoa!)
Check your tone (Watch it)
I made my guap to feed my own (Mines)
Remember the nights
I’m telling my nigga that “we gon’ be on”? (Remember them nights?)
Whipping the chicken, I’m whipping the brick
And my eyes is closed (Whipping the white)
In love with the money, I got on my knee and I had to propose

[Chorus: Quavo]
Keep that shit (Keep that shit)
Keep that shit over there (Oh)
Aye, keep that shit (Keep that shit)
Keep that shit over there, aye
Aye, keep that shit over there (No, no, no)
Keep that shit over there (Woo!)
Keep that shit (Keep that shit)
Keep that shit over there (Woo!)

Quavo – CHAMPAGNE ROSE lyrics

[Chorus: Madonna & Quavo]
Drink me up Champagne Rosé (Oh, Huncho did it?)
It’s my game (M-M-M-Murda)
Please fill my cup Champagne Rosé (Yeah)
It’s my name
Please drink me up Champagne Rosé (Drink)
It’s my game
Please fill my cup Champagne Rosé (Woo)
It’s my name (Drink, drink, drink, drink, drink)
Please drink me up Champagne Rosé
(Drink, drink, drink, drink, drink)
It’s my game
Please fill my cup Champagne Rosé (Drink, drink, drink)
(One bottle, two bottles, three bottles, four bottles, five bottles)
It’s my name
Please drink me up Champagne Rosé
(Six bottles, seven bottles, eight bottles, nine bottles, ten bottles)
It’s my game
(Ten bottles, ten bottles, ten bottles, ten bottles)
Please fill my cup Champagne Rosé (Woo, woo)
Two bottles (Two), three bottles (Three)
Four bottles (Four), five bottles (Five)
Drink me up Champagne Rosé (Woo, drink)
Ten bottles (Ten), ten models, no drinkin’ out the bottle (Splash)
Fill my cup Champagne Rosé (Woo, woo, woah)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Cardi B]
What, look
They say my time is tickin’
These hoes is optimistic
Somebody told you not to fuck with me
I would listen (Nope)
Now this big mama (Big)
Big watch, big charm
I get pissed off (Bow)
You get pissed on (Grrr)
Look, court-side at the Garden
Just to see LeBron
I don’t do number two
That’s the type of shit I’m on (Woo)

[Verse 2: Quavo & Madonna]
It’s my game (Game, game, game)
Drippin’ like she dance in the rain (Drippin’, yeah)
I had to give her a new nickname (Nickname)
Designer call us Met Gala Gang (Met Gala Gang)
She make me wanna private sale chain (Ice)
Rose gold mixed with Champagne (Rose gold, yeah)
End of the night, she David Blaine (Disappear)
Only thing I knew was her name (What it is?)
Champagne

[Chorus: Madonna & Quavo]
It’s my name (Champagne)
Please drink me up Champagne Rosé (Champagne)
(Drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink)
It’s my game (Champagne, champagne)
Please fill my cup Champagne Rosé (Yeah)
It’s my name
(One bottle, two bottles, three bottles, four bottles, five bottles)
Please drink me up Champagne Rosé (Champagne)
(Six bottles, seven bottles, eight bottles, nine bottles, ten bottles)
It’s my game (Ten bottles, ten bottles, ten bottles, ten bottles)
Please fill my cup Champagne Rosé (Woo, woo)
Two bottles (Two), three bottles (Three)
Four bottles (Four), five bottles (Five)
Drink me up Champagne Rosé (Woo, drink)
Ten bottles (Ten), ten models, no drinkin’ out the bottle (Splash)
Fill my cup Champagne Rosé (Woo, woo, woah)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Huncho
We out in public (Hey)
And we thuggin’ (Hey)
Know they love me (Hey)
Yeah, poppin’ bottles (Hey)
We on that fuck shit (Hey)
Just keep ’em comin’ (Hey, hey, hey)
Shawty bad mouth
Keep that bag though
And that ass soft (Yeah, hey)
I told her please don’t play games

[Verse 4: Madonna]
It’s my game
Please let me entertain you (‘Tain you)
Get inside your vein, too
Intoxicate your brain, ooh
Crazy, what I’ll make you
I’ll take you for a ride
Turn you up inside
There’s nothing you can hide
Crazy, what I’ll make you
Crazy, what I’ll make you
It’s my game

[Chorus: Madonna & Quavo]
Please drink me up Champagne Rosé
It’s my game
Please fill my cup Champagne Rosé (Yeah)
It’s my name (Drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink)
Please drink me up Champagne Rosé
It’s my game (Drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink)
Please fill my cup Champagne Rosé (Yeah)
(One bottle, two bottles, three bottles, four bottles, five bottles)
It’s my name
Please drink my up Champagne Rosé (Drink)
(Six bottles, seven bottles, eight bottles, nine bottles, ten bottles)
It’s my game (Ten bottles, ten bottles, ten bottles, ten bottles)
Please fill my cup Champagne Rosé (Woo, woo)
Drink me up Champagne Rosé
Fill my cup Champagne Rosé

Usher – You Decide lyrics

[Intro: Usher]
(Zaytoven)
Yeah, been a minute
But I still feel the same
Yeah, yeah
You know I want you

[Chorus: Usher]
Give me another chance to be your man, be your man, no
I promise I won’t let you hurt again, hurt again, no
Don’t be afraid, baby, take my hand, take my hand, no
Give me another chance, give me another chance, oh
Just give me another chance, give me another chance, oh

[Verse 1: Usher]
Girl I can’t lie, things are just not the same without you
The sun just don’t shine no more
All it does is, all it does is just rain without you
Girl I ain’t too proud to beg, your love is that good
I miss the thrill, baby, girl if I could…
Show you how I matured, I’m ready to settle
Ready to take this love to another level

[Bridge: Usher]
What’s up with you and I, you and I, babe?
Let me back in your life, second try, babe
Between them thighs, spread
Girl you decide, girl you decide-cide, babe
Girl you decide, girl you decide, oh

[Chorus: Usher]
Give me another chance to be your man, be your man, no
I promise I won’t let you hurt again, hurt again, no
Promise I’ll never hurt you again
Don’t be afraid, baby, take my hand, take my hand, no
Give me another chance, give me another chance, oh
(Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh)
Just give me another chance, give me another chance
(Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh)

[Bridge: Usher]
What’s up with you and I, you and I, babe? (Babe)
Let me back in your life, second try, babe
Between them thighs, spread
Girl you decide, girl you decide-cide, babe
Girl you decide, girl you decide, oh

[Chorus: Usher]
Give me a chance to be your man, be your man (Oh)
Said I’ll promise to be better or whatever it takes (Oh)
Oh, yeah
Girl just let me back in your life
Give me another chance to be your man, be your man, no
Give me another chance, I’ll promise to be better, baby
I’ll promise I won’t let you hurt again, hurt again
I promise I won’t let you hurt again, oh no
Don’t be afraid baby, take my hand, take my hand
Don’t be afraid to take my hand
Give me another chance, give me another chance, oh
(Give me another chance, give me another chance)
Just give me another chance, give me another chance, oh
(Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh)

Quavo – FUCK 12 lyrics

[Intro: Malcolm X]
We are denied not only civil rights, but even human rights. So the only way we’re going to get some of this exploitation away from us, or aside from us… Who taught you to hate the race that you belong to? So much so that you don’t want to be around each other. Who taught you to hate the texture of your hair? Who taught you to hate the color of your skin?

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Fabrics, fabrics (Whoo)
Expensive, linen (Linen)
Put that bitch in the kitchen, in the kitchen whippin’
Back in the days, I was doin’ lord willin’
Mama gonna kill me, double cup spillin’ (Spillin’)
Every time I get the hundo, Will I’m trippin’
Every time your bitch phone rings she workin’ (brr-brr)
Get no playin’ time, Kendrick Perkins
Rockin’ Timbs like I’m in New Jersey (Jersey)
Dubs versus Hawks, took off KD jersey
And he scored a 30
Up real early, servin’, servin’, servin’
Fuck that bitch, she a virgin (Smash)
Said she had to go to work, she was nursin’ (Nursin’)
I can turn the pot to the armed service (Service)
I declare war on your whole 30
Choppa hold a hunnid
If I wasn’t real, I would be a hunnid
So that mean everything authentic (‘Thentic)
Every car I get, windows presidented (Presidented)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12 (Yeah, hey!)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset
Knocking at the door, bail
Cookin’ up the dope, rope tail
You can get a whole wholesale (Wholesale)
Fuck 12, 12 on my coattails
They hatin’, contemplatin’ on the money I’m makin’
First niggas trappin’ out the bando, you fakin’
Karate chop the brick, cut it up, Ninja Gaiden
Go and get the re-up, out the buck, not later
Kickin’ my feet up, the J wanna eat up
Your bitch addicted to this drip like a needle
Detective on my back, just took my money, I’m illegal
Shootin’ at the pigs, they been killin’ all our people
Young, rich, black, got my mama on my back
Daddy disappeared when my mama took him back
You shot him ’cause you thought he had a gun or he black
You better watch out for the boys when you’re black

[Verse 3: Quavo]
I’m doin’ just what I wanna (For real)
Don’t believe me, bet a hundred (Bet it)
Bet a nigga won’t go under (Bet it)
Huncho realest out the jungle (Huncho)
I got the bricks from Wakanda (Bricks)
Them boys did the block over yonder (Skrr)
12 tried to pull a young nigga over
One call to my mama
‘Cause I’m black, I don’t know how to act
Fuck the front seat, I go sit in the back
‘Cause I’m black, I don’t know how to act
Double my cup and pour yak (Martell)
‘Cause I’m black, I don’t give a fuck about that
You judging me off the face tats (Whoa)
And I’m black (Black)
Whips on my back got me the whips out back (Whoo)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Fuck 12, fuck 12
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12

[Outro: Quavo, Malcolm X & others]
Hands up, don’t shoot
Hands up, don’t shoot
Hands up, don’t shoot (Fuck ’em)
Hands up, don’t shoot (Fuck ’em)
Hands up, don’t shoot (Fuck ’em)
Hands up, don’t shoot (Fuck ’em)
Hands up, don’t shoot
(Fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em)
We are being killed every day
This gon’ be your life every day
You gon’ get tired of this shit before we do
You can ask yourself who taught you to hate being what God made you
Fuck ’em
Fuck ’em

Quavo – PASS OUT lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
22 million dollars in cash left on the street
The boy who picked up the cash? Went on a mission
(Buddah Bless this beat)
It’s the most money I’ve ever felt or touched
Buddah, Huncho, go!
Woo, woo, woo, woo (Yeah)

[Chorus: Quavo]
I brought my niggas to the bank, then we cashed out
I brought my bitch to the bank, then she passed out (Bitch)
Woo, woo, woo, yes sir
Woo (Hey!), woo (That’s hard), yes sir
I do not talk about niggas out my damn mouth (No)
I pull up on you, pull the trigger, then I air it out (Uh)
Woo, woo, woo, yes sir
Woo (Hey!), woo, woo, woo, yes sir

[Post-Chorus: Quavo]
Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr (Huncho)
Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Yeah, whip it like I can’t stand it (Skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up, park and do damage (Skrrt)
Trap house to a mansion (Trap)
I put that on my granny (Grandma)
Grandma, yeah
Grandma
Let me see that lighter (Hey)
Fire a nigga ass up, yerr (Yeah)
Missed his head so I caught him in the ear (Grrrah)
I should face tattoo a hundred tears (Huh?)
All these rappers wanna make disappear (Woo)
In the spotlight lookin’ like deers (Deer)
‘Specially when we pull up pressin’ (Press ’em)
‘Specially when we pull up flexin’ (Flexin’)
‘Specially when we pull up checkin’ (Check ’em)
150 cash on a necklace (Ice)
Young nigga scrapin’ them extras (Skrrt)
Movin’ ’em blocks, no Tetris (Blocks)
Wrap ’em a lot like Texas

[Chorus: Quavo]
I brought my niggas to the bank, then we cashed out
I brought my bitch to the bank, then she passed out (Bitch)
Woo, woo, woo, yes sir
Woo (Hey!), woo (That’s hard), yes sir
I do not talk about niggas out my damn mouth (No)
I pull up on you, pull the trigger, then I air it out (Uh)
Woo, woo, woo, yes sir
Woo (Hey!), woo, woo, woo, yes sir

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Lil’ mama fine as hell, but she actin’ saditty (Stuck up)
I’m not Will Smith, but I’m tryna get jiggy (Fuck her)
I can show you how to make a band like Diddy
Get up out yo’ feelings ‘fore this choppa make you dance like Shiggy (21)
6 God just like Drizzy (Skrait up)
Shoot you in the back like Ricky (Skraight up)
Seats peanut butter like Jiffy (Skraight up)
Y’all niggas rats like Mickey (Skraight up)
Thick women only, I’m picky (On God)
Yellow diamonds on me, they pissy (On God)
Elliot the one did all my ice, but I’m not talkin’ bout Missy (On God)
Pick your side (Yeah)
One man army, don’t need no side (Yeah)
Rolls-Royce truck (Skraight up)
Your bitch gettin’ down on her knees inside (On God)
Y’all gotta put shit together, ’cause your money short, nigga, like Yeezy slides (Broke ass)
The Bentley truck came with them, I ain’t even have to put no TVs inside

[Chorus: Quavo]
I brought my niggas to the bank, then we cashed out
I brought my bitch to the bank, then she passed out (Bitch)
Woo, woo, woo, yes sir
Woo (Hey!), woo (That’s hard), yes sir
I do not talk about niggas out my damn mouth (No)
I pull up on you, pull the trigger, then I air it out (Uh)
Woo, woo, woo, yes sir
Woo (Hey!), woo, woo, woo, yes sir

[Post-Chorus: Quavo]
Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr
Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Yeah, hey! Only God I fear (God)
It’s ten bricks in the Lear (Bricks)
Draco came with a mirror (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
To watch my back (Uh, uh)
Heard he got whacked (Huh, huh)
The bando back (Uh)
Cookin’ from scratch (Uh, whip)
Heard you the man now
You do the dirt with your hands, huh? (Dirt)
Get it for a lil’ bit of change, feel like you pickin’ up cans now (Uh)
Satellites on the plane, think the prezi flyin’ (Dope)
Beep, beep! Fuck it, dead line (Fuck it)
Took your bitch to the bank, now her head’s mine (Toppy)
If I ever have kids, inherit my bread line (Oh!)

Quavo – HUNCHO DREAMS lyrics

What’s happenin’, Uncle G?
How you doin’ this mornin’?
Good mornin’, brother
What’s happenin’?
Good mornin’, Uncle George
What is y’all so happy about?
I mean, you’re walkin’ through here grinnin’
You’re just grinnin’, grinnin’
Like you a new man or somethin’
Nah, Rashad’s a new, new man
He got some cuddy last night
Shut up, mm-mm
You got some booty in this house last night?
Mm-mm
I told you I don’t want no company in my house
Mmm
I told you that I don’t want none of them lil fast girls in my house
Mm-hmm
No females in my house, that’s the rule
There’s a one-bull rule in effect
I ain’t gon’ lie, I got some cuddy last night
Stop lyin’
You ain’t got no cuddy
Candy blinds, yeah
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice

Raise the prices, raise it two times (Two)
No cap, these girls be the new vibe (New)
We don’t like suicide so the doors fly (Doors)
She said I hurt her feelings 52 times (Two)
Call up queen (Nicki)
The queen can’t flex on a young bull (Flex)
Made her scream (Scream)
Chanel, I bought her two of ’em
You can check IG (Hey, IG)
‘Cause when she post, it go up (Go)
Is she for keeps? (For keeps)
Only if she come with two of ’em (Two)
Yeah, I be snipin’ (Snipe, snipe)
I can’t be wifin’ (Nah, no wife)
I know she feisty (Feisty, feisty)
I’m Huncho Bison (Huncho Bison)
She treat me righteous (Righteous, righteous)
Nigga don’t mean to brag (No)
I be tryin’ to keep it cool, but I sniped yo’ ass (Swear)
No “FEFE,” I skeet-skeet (“FEFE”) on yo’ face ass (Face ass, brrt-brrt)
Called up Huncho to come tap that ass (Swear)
Pull up on you, autotune when I grip that ass (Skeet, skeet)
Pullin’ on yo’ weave, ‘cross the room when I pipe that ass (Pipe it)
I see a queen on a tree-tree (What you see?)
She like the ride new boy tree-tree (Yeah, new boy)
I see a queen on the tree-tree (What you see?)
She like the ride that boy tree-tree (Yeah, new boy)
Nicki (Nicki), do you love me? (Please)
Why you crying? (Why?)
She don’t wanna be a queen unless she got me (Queen)
She don’t wanna be on scene unless we married (On scene)
No cap (No cap, yeah), forreal (Hey)
Tea in my double cup, it can’t spill (Tea)
Left the fire on the dresser at the hotel (Fye, yeah)
Drunk as hell, made her cook some RO-TEL (Whip it, whip it)
If the truth hurt, then I won’t tell (Truth)

Bounce that ass, Nicki (Bounce that ass)
Bounce that ass, Nicki (Bounce that ass)
Shake it like Iggy (Iggy)
Shake it like Iggy (She bad)
If I hurt your feelings (Feelings)
I am truly sorry (Sorry, woo)
I’m straight out the jungle (Hey), no safari (No)
Bounce that ass, Nicki (Bounce that ass)
Bounce that ass, Nicki (Bounce that ass)
Shake it like Iggy (Iggy)
Shake it like Iggy (She bad)
Woo, if I hurt your feelings, I am truly sorry (Sorry, woo)
Straight out the jungle, no safari

Ooh, yeah
(Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Don’t try to play me
(Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Cannot play that Huncho (Skrrt)
(Woo, woo, ha-ha-ha-ha, ad-libs)
Just don’t play that Huncho, Huncho
(Smash, drip)
Huncho, that Huncho (Ad-libs)
That Huncho, that Huncho (Smash, drip)
Huncho, that Huncho (Drip, drip)
Huncho, that Huncho (Woo, woo, woo, yeah)
This all fun and games, right?
(Huncho, that Huncho)
Since I just dropped this
I’m gon’ go get you a iced out chain, baby
(Huncho, that Huncho)
Iced out Chun Li, you know how we do it
(Huncho, that cha-cha-cha, hey)
Hey Elliott (Bling, bling, bling)
(Huncho, that cha-cha-cha, hey)
Get her that iced out chung-chung (Bling, bling, blaow)
(Chancho that chancho)
(Ching-chong, blaow)
(Huncho, that chancho)
Put the tab on Huncho
(Huncho, this that Huncho)
Woo

Daphne Willis – Forgiveness lyrics

V1:
Callin out your name just to start a war
I don’t even know what we’re fighting for
We’re standin in the battle
The air is heavy metal the air is heavy metal
Screamin out your name just to start a war

Chorus:
I’m screamin out forgiveness
I pray we’re gonna get there some day
We can be fearless
And I’ll save you and you’ll save me some way
Sick of the excuses
Chained up hearts like heavy weights
We’ll have to be ruthless
And I’ll save you and you’ll save me some day

V2:
I think about the blame,
I think about the guilt,
Tryna knock me down and lock me up inside all of these walls I built
Get it out my brain
Get it off my chest
Hey I’m reachin’ out a hand hopin’ you’ll help me lay this down to rest
Gotta feel the love gotta feel the pain,
Gotta find the light in the world on the darkest of days
Don’t wanna take this shit to my grave
Wanna shine this light and be brave
Bird in a cage I’m singin’ loud I hope you’re hearin’ me
The truth won’t turn the key, it’s really love that comes and sets us free

Chorus:
I’m screamin out forgiveness
I pray we’re gonna get there some day
We can be fearless
And I’ll save you and you’ll save me some way
Sick of the excuses
Chained up hearts like heavy weights
We’ll have to be ruthless
And I’ll save you and you’ll save me some day

Bridge:
Secrets and bitter lies
Hidden behind these eyes
Round and round round we go
So dark I wouldn’t blame you
If you walked out on pain

Chorus:
I’m screamin out forgiveness
I pray we’re gonna get there some day
We can be fearless
And I’ll save you and you’ll save me some way
Sick of the excuses
Chained up hearts like heavy weights
We’ll have to be ruthless
And I’ll save you and you’ll save me some day

Meek Mill – By Any Means Lyrics

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Fork on the floor, white in the pot
By any means, if you like it or not
Malcolm X, by any means
Many 14s stuffed in my denom jeans
As-salamu alaykum, well, alaykum salonne
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don
Real nigga, street surtified
Hit the streets, wip caussts 335

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Meek Milly!
No park on the 4, but it’s white in the pot
We charging you niggas up if you like it or not
Drop the work on the skailes, thro some ice in the pot
Don’t let that arman hammer go right to a lot
Tryna wip a rolli, all Cardier
Shout out to this pirax, and put this on the mear
Who tought me audomor, my whole team got them
You lovin the same bitch my whole team toppin
100 though, Imma be wherever that money go
Glocc 9 in my underclothes, new cartell, we workin for him
Fuck niggas, we don’t fuck with those
Bad bitches, never let them know
Keep them round, but never trust them though
This 62 so comfortable
I’m a field nigga, you’s a house nigga
I’m a real nigga, and you’s a mouse nigga
Coad red, which means you coad red
But I’ll knock you out this, blame it on you old heads

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Fork on the floor, white in the pot
By any means, if you like it or not
Malcolm X, by any means
Many 14s stuffed in my denom jeans
As-salamu alaykum, well, alaykum salonne
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don
Real nigga, street surtified
Hit the streets, wip caussts 335

[Verse 2: Wale]
Wale though!
Malcolm X, get yo head out my pocket
Some niggas walk with death, guess they ran out of options
Tell them niggas we movin, tell them niggas to do it
I sware we going ham, hope some them niggas sue me
Naibor on every block, this bitch ain’t got no heart
Shit ain’t really same, since Ronald Raigan banned rock
And we ain’t land on it, Mr. Raigan
But this gonna make us rich, Mr. Raigan
Wale like them Salom
She see me Friday, then go to Shamon
When I play with her box, she give the greatest top
She say these niggas is her pray, and she makes a lot
Word, how they say we not fly
How they say we not work
They just need convincing like Malcolm Little, before he converted
I’m on my Dean Sha-la, Imma get her right
On the bible, you can run, but you can’t hide

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Fork on the floor, white in the pot
By any means, if you like it or not
Malcolm X, by any means
Many 14s stuffed in my denom jeans
As-salamu alaykum, well, alaykum salonne
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don
Real nigga, street surtified
Hit the streets, wip caussts 335

[Verse 3: Pill]
Marching for cars, they put a hole in it
Start the applause, a rebble so lifted
For the paper, the poperotzi so relished
For the mascot lives, teachers do sharades
That’s Malic, one behind the brass
Kuruption over cans, leave him leaking in the gass
Better remember, smell that chetter and sills
?
My religion is kitchen, par performers
My pockets ain’t normal
Pholosify is rocks and weed, pot to lean, glocc to scream
Niggas clocking dollars, don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Fork on the floor, white in the pot
By any means, if you like it or not
Malcolm X, by any means
Many 14s stuffed in my denom jeans
As-salamu alaykum, well, alaykum salonne
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don
Real nigga, street surtified
Hit the streets, wip caussts 335

Chris Brown – Freaky Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Stepped in the party through the front door
I got a couple little bad bitches with us
You see the bottles, look at ’em shine, baby
I call your girl over, now you got your bitches
You say that I’m playing
But I’m taking that down tonight
And if your friends coming over to party
That means foreplay, ménage

[Pre-Chorus]
Come on ladies, put it on me
Nice and slowly, now speed it up
Go ‘head make them sounds
Scream for me, yeah

[Chorus]
That’s your girlfriend, yeah, she on deck
Lamborghini Masi’, yeah, a nigga gon’ flex
She wear my chain, gimme neck
I bang that pussy like I’m throwing up my set
Girl, you freaky
I’ma show ’em how to ride the pony
Freaky
I started busting, it’s the champagne

[Verse 2]
Shawty said she fucking with the campaign
I ain’t worried ’bout nothing, not a damn thang
Dark Knight Lamborghini, Bruce Wayne
Give a fuck about my old hoe, I’m riding ’round in that new thang
Staring at your body, tryna do thangs
Throwing all these hunnids, girl, that’s loose change
And do it all for the ladies
Pop it, pop it for me

[Pre-Chorus]
Come on ladies, put it on me
Nice and slowly, now speed it up
Go ‘head make them sounds
Scream for me, yeah

[Chorus]
That’s your girlfriend, yeah, she on deck
Lamborghini Masi’, yeah, a nigga gon’ flex
She wear my chain, gimme neck
I bang that pussy like I’m throwing up my set
Girl, you freaky
I’ma show ’em how to ride the pony
She freaky
I started busting, it’s the champagne

[Verse 3]
This ain’t my first time, I’m shinin’, I been used to this shit
But it’s the first time I had your girl and her chain glued to my dick, ha
Picture me rollin’, 100 bad bitches, that pussy is soakin’
Nigga, this OHB, just me and my whoadies
Gold chains, don’t fuck up my clique though
No names, show up with that pistol
I’m pistol [?], I don’t need a scope
I let the thing ring out, adios

[Pre-Chorus]
Come on ladies, put it on me
Nice and slowly, now speed it up
Go ‘head make them sounds
Scream for me, yeah

[Chorus]
That’s your girlfriend, yeah, she on deck
Lamborghini Masi’, yeah, a nigga gon’ flex
She wear my chain, gimme neck
I bang that pussy like I’m throwing up my set
Girl, you freaky
I’ma show ’em how to ride the pony
She freaky
I started busting, it’s the champagne

Weezer – Can’t Knock The Hustle Lyrics

[Intro]
Hasta luego
Hasta luego
Hasta luego adios

[Verse 1]
My manager’s slacking so I gotta’ move quick
I’m lacking in natural gifts
I’m an ugly motherfucker but I work hella’ harder
And you can write a blog about it

[Chorus]
Can’t knock the hustle
Can’t knock the hustle
Leave a five star review and I’ll leave you one too
Can’t knock the hustle
Hasta luego
Hasta luego
Hasta luego adios

[Verse 2]
The future’s so bright I gotta’ poke my eyes out
Running up my credit cards
Sellin’ lemonade by the side of the road
You see it all from where you are

[Chorus]
Can’t knock the hustle
Can’t knock the hustle
Leave a five star review and I’ll leave you one too
Can’t knock the hustle
Hasta luego
Hasta luego
Hasta luego adios

[Bridge]
Nothing that you should be scared of
But you don’t want these footsteps in your flowerbeds
Don’t step to me
Don’t step to me
Don’t step to me
Bitch

[Verse 3]
Now you can criticize me for anything
I ain’t like them other boys
Higher education is the key to escape
But I never learned to roll a joint

[Chorus]
Can’t knock the hustle
Can’t knock the hustle
Leave a five star review and I’ll leave you one too
Can’t knock the hustle
Hasta luego
Hasta luego
Hasta luego adios
Hasta luego
Hasta luego
Hasta luego adios