Famous Dex – Testify Lyrics



[Intro: Famous Dex & Polo Boy Shawty]
Nah, yeah
Dexter Boy, Polo
Polo Boy Shawty on the track, so why you killin’ it?
Ayy
Polo Boy, Dexter
Plug
I like that shit (haha, haha)
I like the beat on it
Uh, wait
Uh, Dexter
Uh, wait
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, look

[Chorus: Famous Dex & Polo Boy Shawty]
I got the .30, don’t testify (yeah)
I get the money, no, never lie (yeah, yeah)
You could see in the devil eye (yeah)
Bussin’ so hard, you would think it’s a devil eye (yeah, yeah)
I got the .30, don’t testify (yeah)
I get the money, no, never lie (yeah, yeah)
You could see in the devil eye (yeah)
Bussin’ so hard, you would think it’s a devil eye (yeah, yeah)
Polo, Polo, Polo
I got the .30, don’t testify (yeah)
I get the money, no, never lie (yeah, yeah)
You could see in the devil eye (yeah)
Bussin’ so hard, you would think it’s a devil eye (yeah, yeah)
I got the .30, don’t testify (yeah)
I get the money, no, never lie (hey, hey
Hey)
You could see in the devil eye (yeah)
Bussin’ so hard, you would think it’s a devil eye

[Verse: Famous Dex & Polo Boy Shawty]
I say, I don’t even, even, even want yo’ hoe (p-p-plug)
I say, all I want is hundreds and a big bankroll (ayy)
I just wanna count my money ’til it cannot fold (ayy, whoa)
I just wanna run a check up ’til the bank is fuckin’ closed (uh, Dexter, uh, wait, uh, look, ayy, ayy, yeah)
I don’t want the sex, I want the throat (ayy, what)
I just spent ’bout five bands on a motherfuckin’ coat (ayy, oh man goddamn)
I just sip the lean, not no Rosé (not no Rosé)
Niggas not my friends, hell nah, they not my homies (nah, uh, what, uh, Dexter)
Bad bitch in LA with no makeup (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She just want a nigga ’cause I got my cake up (wait, look, what, look, wait, uh, Dexter)
Niggas sleepin’ on me, hell nah, they better wake up (wait, Dexter)
Polo Boy, Dexter, this the tape (Dexter, look, wait, yuh, Dexter)

[Chorus: Famous Dex & Polo Boy Shawty]
I got the .30, don’t testify (yeah)
I get the money, no, never lie (yeah, yeah)
You could see in the devil eye (yeah)
Bussin’ so hard, you would think it’s a devil eye (yeah, yeah)
I got the .30, don’t testify (yeah)
I get the money, no, never lie (yeah, yeah)
You could see in the devil eye (yeah)
Bussin’ so hard, you would think it’s a devil eye (yeah, yeah, p-p-plug)
I got the .30, don’t testify (yeah)
I get the money, no, never lie (yeah, yeah)
You could see in the devil eye (yeah)
Bussin’ so hard, you would think it’s a devil eye (yeah, yeah)
I got the .30, don’t testify (yeah)
I get the money, no, never lie (hey, hey
Hey)
You could see in the devil eye (yeah)
Bussin’ so hard, you would think it’s a devil eye (yeah, yeah)

[Outro: Famous Dex]
Nah, yeah
Dexter Boy, Polo
Polo Boy, Dexter
Haha
Uh, Dexter
Wait, look



Shahmen – Wild Brush Fire Lyrics



Back in Amsterdam, still smoking on that LA
Smiling at life, here in the beast’s belly
Fuck what evil tell me. Baby my name’s BLESS
Been hungry since the first day I left my mother’s breast
Been fresh since the mess left me then I left the west
Running from death with metal lungs and an iron chest
I keep my breath on lock
As i fire up this doobie full of fresh grown crops
You can find me where the kush grows
And the wind blows through willows
Blowing out clouds in the shapes of pillows
Writing short little poems, all based on riddles
Of my life from the lows to highs and middles
Cry a river and dive up in it, headfirst into my heart
Like a knife up in it, I write within it
A brand new life I’m living
Every time I’m handed a mic, its loaded dice I’m given
It ain’t a gamble of course of winning
Look in his eyes and recognize all the forces in him
And the forces with him, standing right beside him
Still hunt with wolves and I sleep with lions
Hanging high at night from the belt of Orion
Smiling at life and the fact that we high again
Crow wings spread, I think its time that we fly my friend

(Hook)
Long as the fire is around, there ain’t no bringing me down
As high as fire can grow, I go beyond to my zone
X4

Rich Brian – Amen Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m givin’ my number to any bitch
Lookin’ like Ronda
I’m gonna stall, I’m takin’ many pics
I’m thinkin’ ’bout havin’ many kids
Even some are gon’ be like, “Goddamn that’s a lot of kids”
Hit ’em with it, get ’em with out of the hits
I’m thinkin’ will I put ’em out of the bitch
Like the $uicideBoy$, kill ‘em all, rest in piss
Sip on LaCroix the buzz that I missed
Talkin’ ’bout somethin’ that I never did
I talk to myself, and all my seven chicks
They love to go down just like your relevance
I’m a rapper, but my name isn’t Chance
Come to my show, people think I’m intense
Don’t look at me, somethin’ wrong with your lens
One day the money’s gon’ be for the Benz
Flow be so dirty, it needed a cleanse
I’m in my zone, I went through this shit alone
Didn’t have no friends, talk to myself we always get along
I’m still learnin’, I’m still fuckin’ up, correct me if I’m wrong
Talkin’ business more than usual that means I’m out with Sean (88)
Never yellow in my urinal, I’m always drinkin’ on that Pellegrino
I been rockin’ my own merch, I’m makin’ way more green than CeeLo
I saw people from my school, they all turned out to be some weirdos
I don’t need no education, Internet’s my favorite teacher

[Interlude]
Aye, aye, told ’em, told ’em

[Verse 2]
Told that bitch that I don’t really give a fuck ’bout you
Told that man that he gotta quit, it ain’t cool
Makin’ up for the competition that I ain’t do
As a teen, all the fighting and theem wars virtual
Now I’m gettin’ old, and my dick is gettin’ older
Keep 7 bitches on my phone like a folder
One day was 18, man I was a toddler
Damn, home school felt like yesterday
I worked at my mom’s cafe
Met a girl like every day
It’s my only social place
They thought I was from LA
No I’m not, but now I’m here
Tryna fill my parents’ plate
They call me up like every day
People say I’m good, they say I get what I should
Tell me not to worry, everything will go real smooth
People think I’m Dory, I’m forgettin’ ’bout my hood
Man should I be sorry for just doin’ somethin’ new
Man these dudes, gotta be more quiet than they think
They be hella sure, but I always say amen
Do the shit for the people that look like me
So the girls can see them when they think of me
And not that kid that throw that fit
‘Cause he didn’t get straight A’s all week

Snow Tha Product & AJ Hernz – For Real

[AJ Hernz]
Yeah I might just pull up on sight, yeah
My purple drink and some sprite, yeah
I’m out of Texas, yeah
But I’m in LA for the night
How bout I book you a flight
Wrack up the miles tonight
I know you working
But you should do more with your time

I might not play in the major leagues
But I’ve been balling in these streets
Running it up in the bills, yeah
I am as cool as Pharrell, yeah
Balling with you like a bell, yeah
I’m feeling more like myself, yeah

I ain’t gonna pass you up
Baby I rock witcha
Running the numbers up
Shooting my shot witcha

Snow Tha Product:
Yeah tell me what’s stopping you, yeah yeah
Nobody blocking you, yeah yeah
We could be balling, yeah yeah
Haters just watching us, yeah yeah

Imma just say how I feel, yeah yeah
Guess it ain’t obvious
You make it hard to be real, yeah yeah
Might be a lot for you
But when we chillin it’s a vibe, yeah
You gotta know are we texting or talking, yeah
Cause when these notifications be poppin in
I just look down at my phone and be smiling, yeah

I might just hit you tonight, yeah
Tell you to get a flight, yeah
I’m tired of texting, yeah
I’m might be spending the night, yeah
Make sure that I’m looking right, yeah
Tonight I got nothing but time, yeah
Cool as my henny on ice, yeah
When you with me it’s a vibe, yeah

[AJ Hernz]
I ain’t gonna pass you up
Baby I rock witcha
Running the numbers up
Shooting my shot witcha

Snow Tha Product:
Yeah tell me what’s stopping you, yeah yeah
Nobody blocking you, yeah yeah
We could be balling, yeah yeah
Haters just watching us, yeah yeah

[AJ Hernz]
Cause you out of my league and that’s foreal
So I ain’t got a choice but to be real
But I be cuddling you tight, yeah
I’ll tell you what I like, yeah
I see you working
But I’ll work you out through the night
I ain’t gonna pass on ya
Baby I rock witcha
I’m shooting my shot witcha
I’m shooting my shot witcha

[AJ Hernz]
I ain’t gonna pass you up
Baby I rock witcha
Running the numbers up
Shooting my shot witcha

Snow Tha Product:
Yeah tell me what’s stopping you, yeah yeah
Nobody blocking you, yeah yeah
We could be balling, yeah yeah
Haters just watching us, yeah yeah

Tuxedo – Fux With The Tux

[Chorus]
Fux with the tux
You got to fux with the tux
Are you ready?
Fux with the tux
You got to fux with the tux
Are you ready?

We’re on our way
And we won’t stop ’til we reach the top
(No, we ain’t never gonna stop)
Town to LA
It’s the hottest thing that ever dropped
(Ooh, the hottest thing that ever dropped)

Fux with the tux
You got to fux with the tux
Are you ready?
Fux with the tux
You got to fux with the tux
Are you ready?

[Verse 1]-Snoop Dogg
Ooh wee
We got ourselves another one
No complaining
Just champagne-ing
‘Cause the only time you wear a tuxedo
Is when it’s time to party
You don’t need to flex
It’s just the T-U-X
Ho!

[Bridge]
We’re on our way
And we won’t stop ’til we reach the top
(We won’t stop)
Town to LA
It’s the hottest thing that ever dropped
(Ooh, the hottest thing to drop)

[Chorus]
Fux with the tux
You got to fux with the tux
Are you ready?
Fux with the tux
You got to fux with the tux
Are you ready?

[Outro]
Fux with the tuxedo
Let’s have some fun
That gangsta boogie funk
It’s number one

Fux with the tuxedo
Let’s have some fun
That gangsta boogie funk
It’s number one

Joyzu & Lillianna Wilde – Famous

[Verse 1]
I liked you before you were famous
When we were like homies and kickin’ it
Laid up in bed, with nothing but time
Talking shit deep and off limits like
Religion and politics
Could we or we not commit
And you hated the counterfeit
All of that phony shit
Damn you turned out a hypocrite
I liked you before all that ego
And money went right to your head
You used to put value on women
And now you just count ’em in bed, you
Used to mean what you said
You, used to be such a good friend
Now you’re all on the surface, luxury worthless
Can’t find purpose, in a purchase

[Chorus]
I like you before you were famous
Used to be such a good friend
I like you before you were famous
I like you before you were famous
Used to be such a good friend
I like you before you were famous

[Verse 2]
I liked you before all your new friends
And new bitch whose running her mouth at me
Who can’t mind her business, who watching your phone
Got your password so she can check up on me
And now that girl texting me
Like da, da, da, da, da that bitch just keep texting me
She going, she going, I’m reading, ingnoring
The messages she think she sending me
I liked you before all the parties and pills in LA
When you used to hit me to talk
And now I can’t reach you for days
Used to be good enough boy
For us to just chill at my place, but
Now you need mansions, valet
And girls climbing ladders on dates

[Chorus]
I like you before you were famous
Used to be such a good friend
I like you before you were famous
I like you before you were famous
Used to be such a good friend
I like you before you were famous

[Verse 3]
I liked you before you forgot who you were
And all of the people that got you there
The girl that stood by you, and stood up for you
When nobody else was left standing there
‘Cause babe I stood by you, and stood up for you
When nobody else was left standing there
You wanna come back, and be the old you
I ain’t still standing here
I liked you before you were famous
When we were like homies and kickin’ it
Laid up in bed, with nothing but time
Talking shit deep and off limits like
Religion and politics
Could we or we not commit
And you hated the counterfeit
All of that phony shit
Damn you turned out a hypocrite
I liked you before all your new friends
And new bitch who running her mouth at me
I liked you before you were famous
How can you say you do not mess with me
I liked you before you were famous
How dare you say you do not fuck with me
I liked you before you were famous
Before you were famous

[Chorus]
I like you before you were famous
Used to be such a good friend
I like you before you were famous
I like you before you were famous
Used to be such a good friend
I like you before you were famous
I like you before you were famous
Used to be such a good friend
I like you before you were famous
I like you before you were famous
Used to be such a good friend
I like you before you were famous

Lady Gaga – New York Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Push, push, dance for the city life
Smoke, smoke, baby, like a motor bike
Take your trash to my junkyard site
Been in your skies, I will fly my kite

[Pre-Chorus]
They keep singing west coast weather is better
But it Don’t matter cause I love you and i’ll never let go

[Chorus]
I’ll never leave you, won’t leave you
Cause you were made for me
I’ll touch each color of you are my urban fantasy
It’s not a question, it’s obsession
You’re the one for me

[Post-Chorus]
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York

[Verse 2]
Run run, red, gonna be the light
Hold your breath while we firefight
T-N-T, cause we’re dynamite
Where are the choo choo’s running tonight?

[Pre-Chorus]
They keep singing west coast weather is better
But it don’t matter cause I love you and i’ll never look down

[Chorus]
I’ll never leave you, won’t leave you
Cause you were made for me
I’ll touch each color of you are my urban fantasy
It’s not a question, it’s obsession
You’re the one for me

[Post-Chorus]
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York

[Bridge]
Can’t wear leather in LA
Come with me baby in the fast lane
Can’t wear leather in LA
Pump it baby in the fast lane

[Chorus]
I’ll never leave you, won’t leave you
Cause you were made for me
I’ll touch each color of you are my urban fantasy
It’s not a question, it’s obsession
You’re the one for me

[Post-Chorus]
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York
Me love you New York, love you New York

Ugly God – Lettetznow Lyrics

[Intro]
808milli, nigga
Thanks Ugly God

[Hook: Ugly God & Jacin Trill]
Ay, here’s a few things you need to now
Yeah, my wrist iced out, I let it snow
There’s been a few times I could’ve fucked your ho
But I didn’t have the time, I’m on the road
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Net de kerstman chill ik met je ho
Jouw bitch zit bij me op schoot
Ze ziet m’n ice en ze wordt rood

[Verse 1: Ugly God]
Tengo uno Tech y tengo esos check
Yo ‘toy con tu novia, ella me da neck
No ‘toy hablando mucho porque solo quiero sex
Ya tú sabes KLK tengo su pussy wet, yeah yeah
Disrespect, I’m shooting at your neck, yeah yeah
I’m rich as fuck and I ain’t gotta flex, yeah yeah
All these clones following my steps, yeah yeah
But I’m straight ’cause I’mma just perplex, yeah yeah
And I just wanna fuck, bitch
So where’s you tryna fuck, bitch
Ay, I keep that ’30 tucked, bitch
Run upon me, better duck, bitch

[Hook: Ugly God & Jacin Trill]
Ay, here’s a few things you need to now
Yeah, my wrist iced out, I let it snow
There’s been a few times I could’ve fucked your ho
But I didn’t have the time, I’m on the road
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Net de kerstman chill ik met je ho
Jouw bitch zit bij me op schoot
Ze ziet m’n ice en ze wordt rood

[Verse 2: Jacin Trill]
Ze ziet m’n ice en ze wordt rood
Die Off-White maakt d’r bloot
Alles wat ik drink is zoet
Alles wat ik drink is zoet
Ik ben in LA met Ugly God
Ze blijven ons maar na doen, ja dat is fucked up
Heb een regenboog altijd in de bag
Ze valt m’n dm aan net een attack
Al mijn ice bling, bling
Alles wat ik doe is win, win
Al mijn ice bling, bling
Alles wat ik doe is win, win

[Hook: Ugly God & Jacin Trill]
Ay, here’s a few things you need to now
Yeah, my wrist iced out, I let it snow
There’s been a few times I could’ve fucked your ho
But I didn’t have the time, I’m on the road
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Net de kerstman chill ik met je ho
Jouw bitch zit bij me op schoot
Ze ziet m’n ice en ze wordt rood

[Outro]
Thanks Ugly God
808milli, nigga

Lady Gaga – Americano lyrics

[INTRO]
I met a girl in east LA
In floral shorts as sweet as May
She sang in eights in two-bar chords
We fell in love, but not in court

La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la

I dont-
I dont-

Ahhhhh America Americano
Ahhhhh America Americano

[VERSE 1]
Mis canciones son de la re-revolución
Mi corazón me duele por mi generación

If you love me, we can marry on the west coast
On a Wednesday, en el verano, en agosto

[CHORUS]
I don’t speak your, I don’t speak your language
Oh, no
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la)
I don’t speak your
(Won’t speak your)
I won’t speak your
(Won’t speak your)
Jesus Christo
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la)

Ahhhhh America Americano
Ahhhhh America Americano

[VERSE 2]
I will fight for, I have fought for how I love you
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la)
I have cried for, I will die for how I care
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la)
In the mountains, las campanas están sonando
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la)
Todos los chicos
(Chicas)
Y los chicos
(Chicas)
Están besando
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la)

[CHORUS]
I don’t speak your, I don’t speak your language
Oh, no
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la)
I don’t speak your, I won’t speak your
Jesus Christo
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la)
I don’t speak your
(Won’t speak your)
I won’t speak your
(Won’t speak your)
Americano
I don’t speak your
(Won’t speak your)
I won’t speak your
(Won’t speak your)
Jesus Christo

Ahhhhh America Americano
Ahhhhh America Americano
Ahhhhh America Americano
Ahhhhh America Americano

[BRIDGE/OUTTRO]
Don’t you try to catch me,
Don’t you try to catch me
No! No! No! No!
I’m livin on the edge of,
Livin on the edge of the law, law, law, law

Don’t you try to catch me,
Don’t you try to catch me
No! No! No! No!
Don’t you try to catch me,
Livin on the edge of the law, law, law, law

[GUN-SHOT]

Lily Allen – Trigger Bang (feat. Giggs)

[Verse 1: Giggs]
Grab a few grams and a few grand
Wrapped in elastic in the blue bands
Reach for handouts with your two hands
Who’s that? We’re the cool gang
No hippy but it’s so sticky
I’m a old school nigga, fam, I know Zippy
Steamboat Willie like the old Mickey
Steamboat willy, she gets the whole dicky
’06 ratchet, had the old flicky
‘017, now I got the whole strip in
Lowkey bredda on the low, sippin’
You can be the cool gang, but nigga, no slippin’

[Pre-Chorus: Lily Allen]
And it fuels my addictions
Hanging out in this whirlwind
If you cool my ambitions
I’m gonna cut you out

[Chorus: Lily Allen]
That’s why I can’t hang with the cool gang
Everyone’s a trigger bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Goodbye bad bones, I’ve got bigger plans
Don’t wanna put myself in your hands

[Verse 2: Lily Allen]
When I was young I was blameless
Playing with rude boys and trainers
I had a foot in the rave ’cause I was attracted to danger
I never got home for Neighbours, hey
When I grew up, nothing changed much
Anything went, I was famous
I would wake up next to strangers
Everyone knows what cocaine does
Numbing the pain when the shame comes, hey

[Pre-Chorus: Lily Allen]
And it fuels my addictions
Hanging out in this whirlwind
If you cool my ambitions
I’m gonna cut you out

[Chorus: Lily Allen]
That’s why I can’t hang with the cool gang
Everyone’s a trigger bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Goodbye bad bones, I’ve got bigger plans
Don’t wanna put myself in your hands
That’s why I can’t hang with the cool gang
Everyone’s a trigger bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Goodbye bad bones, I’ve got bigger plans
Don’t wanna put myself in your hands

[Verse 3: Lily Allen]
Back in the day like at Yo-Yo
Then in LA at the Chateau
Someone would say did you bang, no
I shake my head, I say no-no
Maybe we did, I don’t think so, hey
I need to move on and grow some
Been in the Firehouse for too long
LDN’s burning, so tan one
I’m gonna love you and leave some
I’m gonna go out while I’m still strong, hey

[Pre-Chorus: Lily Allen]
And it fuels my addictions
Hanging out in this whirlwind
If you cool my ambitions
I’m gonna cut you out

[Chorus: Lily Allen]
That’s why I can’t hang with the cool gang
Everyone’s a trigger bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Goodbye bad bones, I’ve got bigger plans
Don’t wanna put myself in your hands
That’s why I can’t hang out with the cool gang
Everyone’s a trigger bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Goodbye bad bones, I’ve got bigger plans
Don’t wanna put myself in your hands

Lily Allen – Trigger Bang Lyrics

[Verse 1: Giggs]
Grab a few grams and a few grand
Wrapped in elastic in the blue bands
Reach for handouts with your two hands
Who’s that? We’re the cool gang
No hippy but it’s so sticky
I’m a old school nigga
Streamboat willy, like the old Mikey
Streamboat willy, she gets the whole dicky
06 Ratchet, had the old flicky
07 now I got the whole strippin’
Lowkey bread running low, sippin’
You can be in the cool gang but nigga no slippin’

[Pre-Chorus: Lily Allen]
And it fuels my addictions
Hanging out in this whirlwind
If you cool my ambitions
I’m gonna cut you out

[Chorus: Lily Allen]
That’s why I can’t hang out with the cool gang
Everyone’s a trigger bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Goodbye bygones, I’ve got bigger plans
Don’t wanna put myself in your hands

[Verse 2: Lily Allen]
When I was young I was blameless
Playing with rude boys and trainers
I had a foot in the rave cause I was attracted to danger
I never got home for Neighbours, hey
When I grew up nothing changed much
Anything went, I was famous
I would wake up next to strangers
Everyone knows what cocaine does
Numbing the pain when the shame comes, hey

[Pre-Chorus: Lily Allen]
And it fuels my addictions
Hanging out in this whirlwind
If you cool my ambitions
I’m gonna cut you out

[Chorus: Lily Allen]
That’s why I can’t hang with the cool gang
Everyone’s a trigger bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Goodbye bad bones, I’ve got bigger plans
Don’t wanna put myself in your hands
That’s why I can’t hang with the cool gang
Everyone’s a trigger bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Goodbye bad bones, I’ve got bigger plans
Don’t wanna put myself in your hands

[Verse 3: Lily Allen]
Back in the day like a yo-yo
Then in LA at the Chateau
Someone would say did you bang, no
I shake my head, I say no-no
Maybe we did, I don’t think so, hey
I need to move on and grow some
Been in the firehouse for too long
LDN’s burning, ?
I’m gonna love you and leave some
I’m gonna go out while I’m still strong, hey

[Pre-Chorus: Lily Allen]
And it fuels my addictions
Hanging out in this whirlwind
If you cool my ambitions
I’m gonna cut you out

[Chorus: Lily Allen]
That’s why I can’t hang out with the cool gang
Everyone’s a trigger bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Goodbye bygones, I’ve got bigger plans
Don’t wanna put myself in your hands
That’s why I can’t hang out with the cool gang
Everyone’s a trigger bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Goodbye bygones, I’ve got bigger plans
Don’t wanna put myself in your hands

Kreayshawn – Missing Kitty Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, I’m so fuckin’ sad
I’m so sad (just sad)
I lost my cat (damn it)
And it’s been four days (so long)
Three whole nights (so long)
And I just want her to come back save
And just… (come back kitty, please)
Imagined her out there all cold and lonely
And scared and…
Kitty, kitty (ah)
Kitty (meow), kitty (meow)
Where the fuck are you kitty?
Please come back to me
I miss you

[Verse 1]
Kitty got me runnin’ round the block
Lookin’ for her in every goddamn spot
Where the fuck you at? Kitty got me hot
It’s like you don’t wanna be found or get caught
Kitty, I’m puttin’ up posters ’cause I miss you
Kitty, you’re missin’ and I really wanna kiss you
Kitty, I’m screamin’ your name around the hood
You really need to come home, I think you should
Come runnin’ up the stairs, come back to here
Choppa doesn’t think it’s fair you’re here or there
Or anywhere away from me
Come back kitty and please lay with me

[Hook]
Kitty, where the fuck have you been?
Must’ve got out when I left the door open
Kitty, where the fuck have you gone?
Kitty, never gone for this long

[Verse 2]
Kitty, she loved to drink a beer
Now I shed a tear ’cause she’s not here
Kitty, she liked to eat my hot Cheetos
And now I’m wonderin’ where she be though
‘Cause she started off as a trap kitty, then a city kitty
Now she’s up in LA with me, still a Bay kitty
Me and Choppa gonna hold it down when you’re not around
Got me wonderin’ if you dead layin’ on the ground
‘Cause kitty, you better not be dead
If someone hit you with their car I’ll chop off their head
Motherfuckin’ right, I’ll shoot their ass, kitty
I’ll put it down for you as you got me feelin’ shitty
Kitty, I’ll never stop lookin’
But if you in someone house ’cause you got tooken
I kick they fuckin’ door down, leave they ass shooken
Grab my kitty back and then I start bookin’
Kitty, what the fuck? What the fuck?

G-Eazy – Summer In December Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, yeah
I just told myself, uh
Yeah, uh, yeah

[Chorus]
Welcome to LA
The land of opportunity where everybody stay
The girls are pretty, the sun will shine 360 days
But I don’t always feel that way, today I need some gray
Yeah, uh, please protect my soul before they weather it away
The land of opportunity where everybody stay

[Verse 1]
Yeah
They move out to this town where dreams, ambitions, and get lost in the party
Takes a toll on you, man, this shit will charge a large fee
Just don’t forget who you are, G
Staring at the man in the mirror, like I recognize him hardly
Burn my sins away and twist some parsley
Stop and chill, these days I do it sparsely
In another universe I coulda’ had a stroller and a car seat
Word, they tell me things will happen how they supposed to
But somehow it seems I hurt all the people I get close to
Experiencing breakdowns at 27 goes through
‘Cause you don’t want to see heaven yet, where Janis Joplin knows you
On phone calls with Mama like she tryin’ to give me a earfull
She said “This is the town that happens in so just be careful
Been tryin’ to keep your head straight
And dead-off all that bullshit, that’s just dead weight”
Yeah

[Chorus]
Welcome to LA
The land of opportunity where everybody stay
The girls are pretty, the sun will shine 360 days
But I don’t always feel that way, today I need some gray
Yeah, uh, please protect my soul before they weather it away
The land of opportunity where everybody stay

[Verse 2]
The whole world’s outside knocking at my door like “Gerald, where the fuck that album at?”
But I ain’t home, I’m on the road, the stage is where they found me at
So my personal interest, take a backseat to the business
But I balance like a gymnast, like Simone in the Olympics
So please pardon my tardiness, I’m tryin’ to put my heart in this
Give this shit my everything, every time when I start with this
Hungry for the world, that’s why I starve for this
Yeah, artists come and go these days it’s easy, they’re not hard to miss
Here today, gone tomorrow, they fade into a dark abyss
Hollywood sold you a dream, like how the fuck you fall for this?
Have to know yourself or you just really gon’ get lost in this, sauce
I really paid the cost to be a boss
I paid in cash and skipped the tax, ain’t asked for no receipt
When I get stressed I play the beat and split a Swisher Sweet
Damn, yeah, uh

[Chorus]
Welcome to LA
The land of opportunity where everybody stay
The girls are pretty, the sun will shine 360 days
But I don’t always feel that way, today I need some gray
Yeah, uh, please protect my soul before they weather it away
The land of opportunity, yeah, uh

G-Eazy – Summer In December

[Intro]
Uh, yeah
I just told myself, uh
Yeah, uh, yeah

[Chorus]
Welcome to LA
The land of opportunity where everybody stay
The girls are pretty, the sun will shine 360 days
But I don’t always feel that way, today I need some gray
Yeah, uh, please protect my soul before they weather it away
The land of opportunity where everybody stay

[Verse 1]
Yeah
They move out to this town where dreams, ambitions, and get lost in the party
Takes a toll on you, man, this shit will charge a large fee
Just don’t forget who you are, G
Staring at the man in the mirror, like I recognize him hardly
Burn my sins away and twist some parsley
Stop and chill, these days I do it sparsely
In another universe I coulda’ had a stroller and a car seat
Word, they tell me things will happen how they supposed to
But somehow it seems I hurt all the people I get close to
Experiencing breakdowns at 27 goes through
‘Cause you don’t want to see heaven yet, where Janis Joplin knows you
On phone calls with Mama like she tryin’ to give me a earfull
She said "This is the town that happens in so just be careful
Been tryin’ to keep your head straight
And dead-off all that bullshit, that’s just dead weight"
Yeah

[Chorus]
Welcome to LA
The land of opportunity where everybody stay
The girls are pretty, the sun will shine 360 days
But I don’t always feel that way, today I need some gray
Yeah, uh, please protect my soul before they weather it away
The land of opportunity where everybody stay

[Verse 2]
The whole world’s outside knocking at my door like "Gerald, where the fuck that album at?"
But I ain’t home, I’m on the road, the stage is where they found me at
So my personal interest, take a backseat to the business
But I balance like a gymnast, like Simone in the Olympics
So please pardon my tardiness, I’m tryin’ to put my heart in this
Give this shit my everything, every time when I start with this
Hungry for the world, that’s why I starve for this
Yeah, artists come and go these days it’s easy, they’re not hard to miss
Here today, gone tomorrow, they fade into a dark abyss
Hollywood sold you a dream, like how the fuck you fall for this?
Have to know yourself or you just really gon’ get lost in this, sauce
I really paid the cost to be a boss
I paid in cash and skipped the tax, ain’t asked for no receipt
When I get stressed I play the beat and split a Swisher Sweet
Damn, yeah, uh

[Chorus]
Welcome to LA
The land of opportunity where everybody stay
The girls are pretty, the sun will shine 360 days
But I don’t always feel that way, today I need some gray
Yeah, uh, please protect my soul before they weather it away
The land of opportunity, yeah, uh

Lil Uzi Vert – 3 Pills Lyrics

[Hook]
Geekin’ off this bitch ’cause I’m on 3 pills, yeah
Bitch don’t call my phone, you hit my email, yeah
Flexin’ so damn hard like I got 3 deals, yeah
Word on the street I got 3 mil, (Yo DJ Day-Day you a fool for this one man) yeah (yeah)
Geekin’ off this bitch ’cause I’m on 3 pills, yeah
Geekin’ off this bitch ’cause I’m on 3 pills, yeah
Geekin’ off this bitch ’cause I’m on 3 pills, yeah
Word on the street I got 3 mil, yeah

[Verse 1]
Put 100k in my safe, yeah (yeah yeah yeah )
Put 200k in my safe, yeah (um yeah yeah)
Put 300k in my safe, yeah (um yeah)
Now I can’t close my safe (Close my safe)
Nowadays no one’s safe, (No, no, yeah)
Nowadays I fuck 6 hoes a day, yeah
But that’s only when I’m in LA, uh yeah
Go to New York, first kiss my babe, yeah
All I gotta say, gotta say
Ain’t no nigga in our way (no, no, no, no)
Ain’t no bitch up in our way (no, no, no, no)
Only money up in the way
Cartier all on my face
Lil’ bitch, now pop a pill

[Hook]
Geekin’ off this bitch ’cause on 3 pills, yeah
Bitch don’t call my phone, you hit my email, yeah
Flexin’ so damn hard like I got 3 deals, yeah
Word on the street I got 3 mil, yeah
Geekin’ off this bitch ’cause I’m on 3 pills, yeah
Geekin’ off this bitch ’cause I’m on 3 pills, yeah
Geekin’ off this bitch ’cause I’m on 3 pills, yeah
Word on the street I got 3 mil, yeah

[Verse 2]
Getting all this dough and I spend it my way
I got all these hoes, they don’t get in my way
Get out, get out my face
Most of these niggas they tellin’
All of these niggas they tellin’
Most of these niggas they rats
Turning my niggas to fellas
I might pull out the big choppa
That shit sound like a perpella
Backwood, backwood, I don’t want no cigarella
I used to smoke on a Swisha
Damn, I can’t believe you just kissed her
I put my dick where you kissed her
Pussy so open, I fist her
These are not Jordans, these Visvims
She gave me that pussy, she friendly
I’m pulling right off in a Bentley (Skrtt)

[Hook]
Geekin’ off this bitch ’cause on 3 pills, yeah
Bitch don’t call my phone, you hit my email, yeah
Flexin’ so damn hard like I got 3 deals, yeah
Word on the street I got 3 mil, yeah
Geekin’ off this bitch ’cause I’m on 3 pills, yeah
Geekin’ off this bitch ’cause I’m on 3 pills, yeah
Geekin’ off this bitch ’cause I’m on 3 pills, yeah
Word on the street I got 3 mil, yeah

Sade – Diamond Life

He laughing with another girl
And playing with another heart
Placing high stakes
Making hearts ache
He’s lovely
Seven nights and days
Diamond nights and groupie life
High in the sky
Heaven help him when he falls
Diamond life, lover boy
We move in space
We’ve been on our ways for maximum joy
City lights
Business nights
When we require
Street court desire for higher […]

No place for beginners or sensitive hearts
Sentiment is left to chance
No place to be ending
But it’s nowhere to start
No need to ask he’s smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Coast to coast
LA to Chicago
Western mail
Across the north and south to [Kilago]
Love for sale
Face to face
Each lass in case
Shadow box and double cross

A license to love, insurance to hold
Melts on your memories and changes into [gold]
His eyes are like nature’s
But his heart is cold
No need to ask he’s smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Coast to coast
LA to Chicago
Western mail
Across the north and south to [Kilago]
Love for sale
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator

Bobby Brackins – Tap In (feat. PnB Rock)

[Intro: PnB Rock & Bobby Brackins]
Hit me up and tap in tap, in
Hit me up and tap in ya
Hit me up and tap in

[Verse: PnB Rock]
With a little baby
She be going brazy
She ride me like a Mercedes
[?]
She just wanna taste me
She [?]
[?]
[?] other bitches they so basic
She say [?]
She just wanna race me
I say girl you crazy
This money all I’m chasing
[?] to the bank now
You should see my statements
[?]
You should see my [?]
[?]
[?] on my wrist
She sippin bubbly I’mma sip fine
Hit me up and tap in when when you in my town

[Chorus: PnB Rock & Bobby Brackins]
Hit me up and tap in
Hit me up and tap in tap, in
Hit me up and tap in
Hit me up and tap in
Hit me up and tap in
Hit me up and tap in tap, in
Hit me up and tap in
Hit me up and tap in

[Verse: Bobby Brackins]
Don’t forget to hear my phone now
You be the one I hold down
Rolling up that [?]
The money ought to slow down
Ye I got [?] next to your city
Whenever you in Cali
Come and fuck with me I be down in LA
She know I’m from the bay
She giving good brain
Cos she graduated [?]
[?] getting cake now
Automatic pay
[?]
[?] to the bank

Pell – Chirpin’

I don’t need much but I want it all, answer my phone when the money call
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
Need to get off of the internet, searching for something more intimate
I’m closing up all of the curtains, and hiding way under the surface

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

Always been down to the asphalt
Head in the clouds when I blast off
Riding round bumping that future, stealing yo girl with my mask off
If was intentional, I was just chirpin’, she hit me up
I was just giving her twitter hugs
But flirting in person way different love
Play with her heart like it’s candy crush
She wanna star and I wanna fuck
Doing commercials and getting funds
In my green bubble I Samsung
I sleep when I’m dead
Rest when I’m tired
So many shows I should host a late night
I sleep when I’m dead
Rest when I’m tired
So many shows I should host a late night
LA tonight
Nola tomorrow
I been on ghost so I ain’t see you called

I don’t need much but I want it all, answer my phone when the money call
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
Need to get off of the internet, searching for something more intimate
I’m closing up all of the curtains, and hiding way under the surface

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

Always been down to the asphalt
Got a catalog, that you can’t ignore
Spit a cannon balls, when i rattle off
Tell a dick rider pull the saddle off
Might puff once albuterol
I need a moment to breathe
Long as we got trump in office
I done forgot what is sleep
I done forgot what is peace
Shame we gotta plea
Telling me that we got freedom
But i ain’t forgot what it mean
I don’t need much but i do deserve it
For i spit a sentence they all know the verdict
Hit the liquor store fuck a bottle service
I don’t need the club money got me nervous
I’ll splurge when I’m dead
Save while I live
Grind overnight and retain ownership
LA Midnight
NY at 10
I been on ghost so excuse
If i dip

I don’t need much but I want it all, answer my phone when the money call
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
Need to get off of the internet, searching for something more intimate
I’m closing up all of the curtains, and hiding way under the surface

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

K Camp – Family Matters

[Verse 1]
Was in LA for a minute
Then I came back to the city
Copped the watch then I dropped 50
In the drop push a buck 50
I got hoes that I kept around
I got some that I let go
Fill the wood with the petro
Misunderstood and I’m cutthroat

[Bridge]
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
You’ll never catch no suckas with me
Grandma sick and its fuckin’ with me
Mama stressin’ and its fuckin’ with me

[Verse 2]
I’m just tryna get my mind right
Was in the dark but I found light
Blessings come when the time right
30k for the time right
30k for a new bitch
He don’t know what to do with it
All that nigga do is pillow talk
And imma fuckin’ act a fool with it
Imma fuckin’ act a fool with it
New crib got a pool in it
Hella paper go to school with it
Suck my dick and baby drool with it

[Hook]
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
You’ll never catch no suckas with me
I ain’t met a nigga fuckin’ with me
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me

[Verse 2]
Most them niggas was my niggas then
Most them niggas ain’t my niggas now
My shit get real will you stick around
I know niggas that let me down
I be flexin on purpose
Bitch I’m hungry and lurkin
Feel like Julius Erving
Getting head in a suburban
Top back and I’m swerving
Top back you can’t top that
Got me feelin’ like Pac back
I got niggas that’ll cock back
Too much pressure you can’t start that
I’m out of mind
Too many bitches, out on the town
Wish I could rewind, and back in the days
When niggas was normal
But this shit isn’t normal
Louis my loafers, Gucci my thermal
No it ain’t formal
Me without cash, that is abnormal
My bitch is bad you know she ain’t normal
You know she ain’t normal

[Hook]
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
You’ll never catch no suckas with me
I ain’t met a nigga fuckin’ with me
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me

[Outro]
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
You’ll never catch no suckas with me
I ain’t met a nigga fuckin’ with me
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
Rare SOUND

Young Dolph – Point Across

[Chorus]
I fuck her then I dip (gone)
Jump back in my whip (yup)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (yeah)
Bitch I’m my own boss (it’s Dolph)
It’s money when I talk (it’s Dolph)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across
I fuck her then I dip (yeah)
Jump back in my whip (yeah)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (uh)
Bitch I’m my own boss (yeah)
It’s money when I talk (yeah)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across

[Verse 1]
Hah, ayy, I ain’t never know how to do shit but go and get it
This ain’t even all my jewelry, I got on two fifty, ayy
Never signed a deal but he spending all these mils
Bitch stay out my business, have a drink, bitch chill
You didn’t grow up where I did, you can’t feel how I feel
That shit ain’t ’bout money, I put my brakes on it and yield
I stood that bitch up for two months and she blowin’ me up still
This shit just got real, I’m the shit like diarrhea
A hundred racks on me, all hundred dollar bills
I keep lean to pour up, bitch my plug Doctor Phil
I take her to the mall and let her glow up in Chanel

[Chorus]
I fuck her then I dip (gone)
Jump back in my whip (yup)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (yeah)
Bitch I’m my own boss (it’s Dolph)
It’s money when I talk (it’s Dolph)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across
I fuck her then I dip (yeah)
Jump back in my whip (yeah)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (uh)
Bitch I’m my own boss (yeah)
It’s money when I talk (yeah)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across

[Verse 2]
For real though
Ayy, niggas act like bitches and it ain’t no excuse for it
Some of my niggas Pyru and some of my niggas rollin’
This bankroll I can’t fold it, choppers we still toting
Smoke a lot of dope, you can call me Dopey
Rock a lot of gold, you can call me Goldie
Got a couple Pateks, and a couple Rollies
Went to LA just to ball, you can call me Kobe
You all about these bitches, I’m all about this paper
Bumped in Farrakhan, told him As-Salaam-Alaikum
Buy foreign cars and take ’em to the hood and drag race ’em
Package got caught up, I made her call in and trace ’em, yeah

[Chorus]
I fuck her then I dip (gone)
Jump back in my whip (yup)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (yeah)
Bitch I’m my own boss (it’s Dolph)
It’s money when I talk (it’s Dolph)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across
I fuck her then I dip (yeah)
Jump back in my whip (yeah)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (uh)
Bitch I’m my own boss (yeah)
It’s money when I talk (yeah)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across

Honcho Da Savage – MISFIT (feat. Smooky Margielaa)

[Hook]
[Honcho Da Savage]
I’m on that fuck shit, (I’m on that fuck shit)
I got a big stick, (I got a big stick)
Choppa on dumb shit, (Choppa on dumb shit)
I am a misfit, (I am a misfit)
Don’t get your shit split, (Don’t get your shit split)
I got a dirty stick, (I got a dirty stick)
It got a dirty clip, (It got a dirty clip)
Ima do dirty shit, (Ima do dirty shit)
[Smooky MarGielaa]
I got a 30 clip, (Woo)
Its gon do dirty shit, uhh, (Woo)
Pull up and empty clip, (Woo)
Boy you not meant for this, uhh, (Woo)
I’m on a whole different lane
Riding round deliver wit the gang, uhh
I wear my drip in LA
Talkin money you ain’t got a thing, uhh

[Verse]
[Smooky MarGielaa]
Gucci tanks, uhh
Secret bank, uhh
Heard you wanna link up
Bring them things up
[Honcho Da Savage]
You niggas fugazi
I come with my 30
Yeah I woke up early
I just flipped a birdie
Niggas lame, sorry
Rock and roll, rari
Tryna rob big heat
Now you dead, deceased
[Smooky MarGielaa]
Who you robbin huh?
You ain’t robbin Smooky
I got 30 guns
Yeah its getting spooky
When I was 13
Shit I was a g
I was robbin niggas
Takin all they fees, aye
I was off the leash, uhh
Running from the D’s, uhh
Friends was askin me, uhh
Where my niggas be? Uhh
All these racks I need em
All my niggas they green, uhh
You ain’t talkin money
I swear I don’t need ya
And Im with 16, yuh
And Im with 16, yuh
If you talking wrong, yuh
16 to your bean, yuh

[Hook]
[Honcho Da Savage]
I’m on that fuck shit, (I’m on that fuck shit)
I got a big stick, (I got a big stick)
Choppa on dumb shit, (Choppa on dumb shit)
I am a misfit, (I am a misfit)
Don’t get your shit split, (Don’t get your shit split)
I got a dirty stick, (I got a dirty stick)
It got a dirty clip, (It got a dirty clip)
Ima do dirty shit, (Ima do dirty shit)
[Smooky MarGielaa]
I got a 30 clip, (Woo)
Its gon do dirty shit, uhh, (Woo)
Pull up and empty clip, (Woo)
Boy you not meant for this, uhh, (Woo)
I’m on a whole different lane
Riding round deliver wit the gang, uhh
I wear my drip in LA
Talkin money you ain’t got a thing, uhh

Hodgy Beats – I’ll Be Good

[Intro Hook]
Part of the process
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process
And if you want what you need
What you need is just an object
Mistakes are part of the process
(A part of the process)
Mistakes are part of the process, heard me
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process

[Verse 1]
I could’ve went about a lot of things in different fucking ways
I should’ve but I didn’t
It’s crippling nigga, losing weight
I’m moving at an abusive pace
I’m due to race
When you pit-stopping the ones who help you, you screwed your face
You think I’m wanting to apologize well I’m not like shoes to lace
And what I do tomorrow depends on what’s due today
I’m fueling the wrong energy
Misusing hate and love
And I’m moving out on the move in date
Bruising emotions brutally
Cruising and coasting crucially
Boojie boasting, doobie smoking
Cloud from fumes and rooms of haze
Coochie open, I’ma stroke it then I’ma dip out to LA
Sipping lean and counting green
And recording until the room is vacant
When you’re [?] are never mistaken
Give somebody what they want and it’s never mistaken
I just pray my health is well like cartons when you shake it
And once the carton to my mind opens up, you’ll have to refrigerate it

[Pre-Hook]
They tell me "oooh, you need to slow down
Slow down, slow down your pace"
They tell me "oooh, you’re moving too fast
You need to slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down your pace"

[Hook]
Part of the process
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process
And if you want what you need
What you need is just an object
Mistakes are part of the process
(A part of the process)
Mistakes are part of the process, heard me
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process

[Verse 2]
No more bad trips, no more episodes
Drugs turn your mind into a vegetables
No more internet thuggish, bugging out in public
Man no more [?] songs
No more random pussy for me
I kicked the pedestal
And chilling with premature bitches I know that’ll never grow
X marks the spot to the treasure box in which the treasure holds
From anonymous to Allen I
From the Golf Wang store to Babylon
I got friends in comas from overdosing
I know homeless people with more hope then
Niggas that get punched in the chest
Welcoming them demons with their arms wide open, bogus
They disappear in the gallows of shadows where the ghost is
The plagues dying from AIDS
Magic Johnson hocus pocus
Bought a new wanda for my camera
Take a shot after I focus, them double exposures
I live in a house in the woods
I’m all alone, I’m an ogre
Hiking the marrow mountains, avalanche stumbling over

[Pre-Hook]
They tell me "oooh, you need to slow down
Slow down, slow down your pace"
They tell me "oooh, you’re moving too fast
You need to slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down your pace"

[Hook]
Part of the process
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process
And if you want what you need
What you need is just an object
Mistakes are part of the process
(A part of the process)
Mistakes are part of the process, heard me
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process

Gryffin – Nobody Compares To You (feat. Katie Pearlman) (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1]
Thought I saw you at our bar last night
Hid in the bathroom, I just couldn’t stay high

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause I took so much time to reset my life
But in just one look, I’m back
Forget that I could have any one I like
But now all I remember is what we had

[Chorus]
Nobody, nobody, nobody compares to you
Somebody, somebody please help me get over you
‘Cause it feels like I’ve been wasting my time
In all the wrong places, on all the wrong faces
Nobody compares to you
Nobody compares to you
Nobody compares to you

[Post-Chorus]
Nobody compares to you
Nobody compares to you

[Verse 2]
What should I do?
Maybe I’ll move away
Start somewhere new, I’ll let you have LA

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause I took so much time to reset my life
But in just one look, I’m back
Forget that I could have any one I like
But now all I remember is what we had

[Chorus]
Nobody, nobody, nobody compares to you
Somebody, somebody please help me get over you
‘Cause it feels like I’ve been wasting my time
In all the wrong places, on all the wrong faces
Nobody compares to you
Nobody compares to you
Nobody compares to you

[Post-Chorus]
Nobody compares to you
Nobody compares to you

[Bridge]
You’re once in a lifetime
Better than New Year’s at midnight
Wanna grab on and hold tight
And I won’t let go
I hope you can hear this
‘Cause it’s your face that I miss
Your lips I wanna kiss

[Chorus]
Nobody, nobody, nobody compares to you
Somebody, somebody please help me get over you
‘Cause it feels like I’ve been wasting my time
In all the wrong places, on all the wrong faces
Nobody compares to you

[Post-Chorus]
Nobody compares to you
Nobody, nobody, nobody compares to you

Charli XCX – Boys (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

I was busy thinking ’bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
Boys, boys (XCX)
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys

I need that bad boy to do me right on a Friday
And I need that good one to wake me up on a Sunday
That one from work can come over on Monday night
I want ’em all
I want ’em all
And when they finally leave me I’m all alone, but
I’m looking down and my girls are blowing my phone up
Them twenty questions, they asking me where I’m at
Didn’t hit ’em back

I’m sorry that I missed your party
I wish I had a better excuse like
"I had to trash the hotel lobby"

But I was busy thinking ’bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
Boys, boys
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys

In every city I got one with different ringtones
Flying from LA all the way to Puerto Rico
My girls are calling me asking me where I’m at
Didn’t hit ’em back

I’m sorry that I missed your party
I wish I had a better excuse like
But I can’t even lie, you got me

I was busy thinking ’bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
Boys, boys
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys

Don’t be mad, don’t be mad at me (no, no, no, no)
Darling, I can’t stop it
Even if I wanted
Don’t be mad, don’t be mad at me (no, no, no, no)
Missed what you were saying
I was miles away, yeah
Don’t be mad, don’t be mad, not like I had a choice

I was busy thinking ’bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
Boys, boys

I was busy thinking ’bout boys (boys)
Boys (boys), boys (boys)
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys (dreaming ’bout boys)
Boys, boys (oh)
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys

DEMRICK – Superficial (Uncensored)

[Intro]
Woah woah woah, yeah yeah
This that summertime shit
No doubt

[Verse 1]
I’m out here on a goal (I’m still movin’)
Paying bills on the road (The bills keep coming in)
So don’t say I’m superficial when I tell you I’m trying to get that dough (Let’s go get this money, yeah)
Yeah I’m trapping off my phone (I’m trapping off my phone)
Putting cookies in the cone (We got the flavors)
Just put a down payment on a house
Boy I’m tryna get my moms into that home (I got you momma)
So don’t call me superficial (Don’t call me superficial)
Just cause I’m official (Way too official)
Pick some food up off the menu (Go ‘head)
Don’t worry bout the bill, it’s not an issue (I got it)
Superficial, you ain’t seen the shit I went through (You don’t even know)
So all that talk is out the window (It’s way out the window)
All cash, no payments in the dash
It’s amazing baby, this is not a rental (Skrrrr!)
This a Hoppa instrumental (This a Hoppa instrumental)
I let him set the tempo (Go ‘head, set the tempo Hop)
Go into the booth, smoke a blunt
Make a song, man my life is that simple (It’s that easy)

[Hook]
So don’t call me superficial
Don’t call me superficial
(Don’t call me superficial)
Don’t call me superficial
Don’t call me superficial
(Cause I ain’t even trying to hear all that shit right now man, you need to shut the fuck up)

[Verse 2]
Don’t blame me for dreaming and not struggling
Up again hustling just to get it bubbling
[?] haters try to pop your bubble
I stay grounded like a shovel, but my mind is in a shuttle
Trying to figure out a way out
I wanna be at the beach with a beach towel where the bitches lay out
Being broke is played out
Me and my niggas on some new shit
Like taking our family on vacations on cruise ships
And groupies aiming for my pocket like a pool stick
Baby got cakes and like me on top like Cool Whip
Just copped the Rolly, feeling like a young Kobe out in LA
As around the way, they gon’ know me
This been a long time in the making
Now I’m poppin’ like bacon
Get my feet up on the pavement and I turned it into payments
It ain’t no changing nah, been the same since I came around
So let me know if you down

[Hook]
[Hook]
So don’t call me superficial
(Don’t call me superficial)
Don’t call me superficial
(I’m too official)
Don’t call me superficial
(They acting like if they can’t have it, I can’t have it)
Don’t call me superficial
(Shit crazy. Work hard everyday and get it too)

[Outro]
This that summertime shit
Broken Complex Studios
And we still movin’
Keep that negative shit way over there
We don’t even want it no where close to us
Actually you see that corner back there
Pass that, I don’t even wanna see it
Nigga mad cause he don’t got something, better go out and work twice as hard
Nigga you acting way crazy right now
I don’t even understand your thinking
You gotta get your whole head right then get your bread right
Yeah

Electric Starlet – Speed Lyrics

ELECTRIC STARLET
Speed Lyrics

Speed, speedin
Speed, speedin

I just need to get away, its to wild in the streets of LA,
Took to long and I couldn’t wait, it’s a long road when you’re running
Away from home.
I know I promised that I would stay, but its a long road and Im going, I’m
Going, gone.

Foot on the gas; hold it down, f**k the world, grip the wheel, on the edge,
Flip a bitch, switch gears, switch gears
Foot on the gas; hold it down, f**k the world, grip the wheel, on the edge,
Flip a bitch, switch the gears, switch the gears

Drive, ’til i can’t see the horizon, I’m alive, drive
I’ll let the wind blow in my hair, I take the high road anywhere, just
Drive;
’til I can’t see the horizon;

I just need to get away, ain’t got time, get the f**k out my way, I need
Space to accelerate , now I see an open road, imma charge that shit alone
Come on, let’s go
I know you really needed me to stay, but it’s an open road and Im going,
I’m going gone;

Foot on the gas; hold it down, f**k the world, grip the wheel, on the edge,
Flip a bitch, switch gears, switch gears
Foot on the gas; hold it down, f**k the world, grip the wheel, on the edge,
Flip a bitch, switch the gears, switch the gears

Drive, ’til i can’t see the horizon, I’m alive, drive
I’ll let the wind blow in my hair, I take the high road anywhere, just
Drive;
’til I can’t see the horizon;

smokepurpp – Ok (feat. Lil Pump)

[Intro]
Lil Purpp , Lil Pump
All these chains man
Lil Purpp , Lil Pump
Ronny J on the beat bitch
OK, Eskeetit

[Chrous]
OK OK OK OK OK OK OK
I fucked his bitch OK
Nut on her lip OK
I got a stick OK, I let it hit OK

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
Lil purpp I am moving that pack
Came in this bitch with a Mac
Gelato, I’m smoking on wax
You could get shot from the back
Drip drip chains in my neck look like piss
Hundred round just with the stick
Diamonds all over my wrist
I just walked in with your bitch
Glock seventeen with a grip
Shoot Donald Trump in the lip
I put a Xan in my drink
I’m in the club and I twist it
Money is taller than midget
Walk in the store and I pick it
Xan got me spinning like fidget

[Chrous]
OK OK OK OK OK OK OK
I fucked his bitch OK
Nut on her lip OK
I got a stick OK, I let it hit OK

[Verse 2: Lil pump]
I’m off the Xan OK, yea
I fucked your bitch in LA, damm
Them bitches do what I say, ouu
She let me bust in her face, ouu
This is Givenchy
I got on [?] the way
Eskeetit all over the place
I put kilos on her plate, ouu
Mama whipping every day, woow
Grandma whipping like a slave, yea
100 Mollies in the safe, ouu
And my lawyer selling yay, yea
OK OK OK, I fucked your bitch in a bay
OK OK, she in my house like a maid

[Chrous]
OK OK OK OK OK OK OK
I fucked his bitch OK
Nut on her lip OK
I got a stick OK, I let it hit OK

Kilo – Doughboy feat. Lil Durk lyrics

Lyrics Doughboy – Kilo

40 on my neck, now I’m the hood hero
We shooting bricks like we shooting a free throw
Everything my way I swear I feel like Lito
Carter in this b*tch, now I feel like Nino.(kilo)

All I ever wanted was a kilo. (x4)

King up in this b*tch, I’m the hood hero
Got a couple thousand, we came up from zero
He front me what I’m buying so shout out to migo
He load up the plane and come in from Toledo
Rubber band that money I’m in love with C-notes
Them b*tches flock our section everywhere that we go
Cuz we popping yeah, young thousandaires
And all I wanted was a kilo versuri-lyrics.info
Drugs had mama gone, she was never there
That gave me free time to get my clientele
We eyeball that work, no we don’t need a scale
Unless it’s the one they use to weigh them whales.

40 on my neck, now I’m the hood hero
We shooting bricks like we shooting a free throw
Everything my way I swear I feel like Lito
Carter in this b*tch, now I feel like Nino.

All I ever wanted was a kilo. (x4)

Bricks and birds
Catch a opp, he switch his words
50 on me, boy don’t run
Shots go off, he send that word
On that corner, me and Berg
We did dirt all on that curb
Man this b*tch get on my nerves
Sit back b*tch and pop a perc
Kilos from Pedro, I’m like Debo with kilos
Stash spot for the drugs, LA trip, meet the migo
I’ma boul like Beanie, but in the streets I’m like Sigel
Rondo coming home the judge want him to do 5 plus 0
We got 4-5 bodies, for the opps killing Chino
Selling dope, El Chapo locked up so we selling soap
Free my killas, them my killas
All my niggas they some goons
Only niggas in the field, only niggas that ain’t told.

40 on my neck, now I’m the hood hero
We shooting bricks like we shooting a free throw
Everything my way I swear I feel like Lito
Carter in this b*tch, now I feel like Nino.

All I ever wanted was a kilooo. (x4)
Doughboy lyrics
Video Doughboy

Charlie Puth – Attention (Acoustic)

[Verse 1]
You’ve been runnin’ round, runnin’ round, runnin’ round Throwin’ that dirt all on my name
‘Cause you knew that I, knew that I, knew that I’d call you up
You’ve been going round, going round, going round
Every party in LA
‘Cause you knew that I, knew that I, knew that I’d be at one
Ohh

[Pre-Chorus]
I know that dress is karma, perfume regret
You got me thinking ’bout when you were mine (Ohh)
And now I’m all up on ya, what you expect
But you’re not coming home with me tonight

[Chorus]
You just want attention
You don’t want my heart
Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new
Yeah, you just want attention
I knew from the start
You’re just making sure I’m never gettin’ over you (Ohh)

[Verse 2]
You’ve been runnin’ round, runnin’ round, runnin’ round Throwing that dirt all on my name
‘Cause you knew that I, knew that I, knew that I’d call you up
Baby, now that we’re, now that we’re, now that we’re
Right here standing face to face
You already know, already know, already know that you won
Ohh

[Pre-Chorus]
I know that dress is karma (dress is karma), perfume regret
You got me thinking ’bout when you were mine
(You got me thinking ’bout when you were mine)
And now I’m all up on ya (all up on ya), what you expect
(Oh baby)
But you’re not coming home with me tonight (Oh no)

[Chorus]
You just want attention
You don’t want my heart
Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new
Yeah, you just want attention
I knew from the start
You’re just making sure I’m never gettin’ over you
Ohh

[Refrain]
What are you doin’ to me?
What are you doin’, huh? (What are you doin’?)
What are you doin’ to me?
What are you doin’, huh? (What are you doin’?)
What are you doin’ to me?
What are you doin’, huh? (What are you doin’?)
What are you doin’ to me?
What are you doin’, huh?

[Pre-Chorus]
I know that dress is karma, perfume regret
You got me thinking ’bout when you were mine
And now I’m all up on ya, what you expect
But you’re not coming home with me tonight

[Chorus]
You just want attention
You don’t want my heart
Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new
Yeah, you just want attention
I knew from the start
You’re just making sure I’m never gettin’ over you
(Over you)

[Outro]
What are you doin’ to me? (Heyy)
What are you doin’, huh? (What are you doin’, what?)
What are you doin’ to me?
What are you doin’, huh? (Yeah, you just want attention)
What are you doin’ to me? (I knew from the start)
What are you doin’ huh?
(You’re just making sure I’m never gettin’ over you)
What are you doin’ to me?
What are you doin’, huh?

Omega Crosby – Money lyrics

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

[Verse 1]
High as the moon, fly as a kite
She want the pipe but she ain’t the type
I love these checks, the money’s my wife
Niggas be hatin, but that ain’t my life

I go ham on em, ham on em
They hate it when I stand on em, stand on em
They said I put that flame on em, flame on em
They sayin I done changed on em, changed on em

Nooo, same nigga same clique tho
Get brilla, fuck bitches, takin pics tho
I’m trappin out the bake they don’t get it tho
I see a real thick chica I’ma getta tho

They say I’m hella raw, well I’m from stanislaus
They put a roof over my city I’m bout to tear it off
I’m in that first class poppin bottles eatin toast
If you ain’t gone follow why you likin all my posts

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

[Verse 2]
Man I’m on that no sleep, eyes red hella gone
The models in my DM say I’m hella on, kill em all
I just wanna gold faced rollie wit some diamonds
Lately I been really in them streets like a sidewalk

If come to a color I be chasin green
I put numbers on the board they ain’t ever seen
Goldie said if you wanna shmack do the footwork
So I used my brain bullets showed em how that book work

At the age of thirteen I was sellin dope
At the age of fourteen I got my first note
At the age of twenty one I was sellin hope
Ray Charles I can’t see myself bein broke

I live like erryday my birthday
I really drink champagne when im thirstay
I flex on these hoes you can call it fitness
So fresh I put plug it in outta business

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

[Verse 3]
Sky is the limit, green light they can’t stop me
Errybody clones, everything I do they copy
Shoutout to my girl lay, I’m flyin out to LA
Celebrate at all times but we dont do holiday

What if we, what if we, shut up on the down play
Why you bein a negative Nancy no Holloway
I swear I dont know these hoes it must be a thursday
I’m dope spittin flames I treat beats like an ashtray

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh