Jaden – The Passion Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Done with reminiscin’
Spittin’ fire hotter than the pot up in the kitchen, yuh
And lately I’ve been itchin’ to take a rapper on
‘Cause I’m really done with all the sneak disses, yuh
My whip is fully electric
You need a lesson just to whip it, ay, ay
I’m on the other side havin’ way too good a time
Baby, why you still trippin’, yuh?
Probably ’cause I’m sippin’ penicillin
‘Cause I’m so sick, Joker, I’m just chillin’ like a villain, yuh
Couldn’t think of any better feelin’, no
I hope you trip when I whip out the flow, yuh
She got the ice, I can tell, watch when I slip on the snow, oh
Gas, goin’ fast to my destination, I ain’t worried ’bout traffic (No)

[Bridge]
Look, are we in Colorado (Wait) or at Mardi Gras?
Girl you party hard, I’m a genie in a bottle, ay, wishin’ for all and all
Get the motorcycle, hit the throttle, watch me hit them guitar notes
I just need me a model, reincarnation’s the motto

[Hook]
(Nah, nah, nah) The passion
(Nah, nah, nah) The passion
(Nah, nah, nah) The passion
(Nah, nah, nah) The passion

[Verse 2]
Skinny Young Jiggy in your city, yuh (Yo)
Huh, I say I wanna battle and you say you too dizzy, no
You just don’t want to mess with the finessin’
I get it, they said you stressin’, keep you living
I hope you know that I been spitting since I turned seven
If you’re a ship, I’m ’bout to wreck it, I told you
Look, skinny Young Jiggy in your city, yuh
I don’t talk to you, I’ma talk to my bruhs, uh
Go to Philly, say hello to my cousin, uh
You talking all that mess, I know you don’t want it, yuh
Hey, skinny Young Jiggy in the city, yuh
Hey, ay, be my baby girl, you hella pretty, yuh, yuh, yuh
Motocross down the street to this beat
I’m popping a wheelie (Skrt!)
Hey, keep my family closer than these jokers
Don’t make me go to Philly
I told you, I’m bodying all you
I’m not gonna hold you, shout-out to Whole Foods
Them jokers are old news
You know it’s lit when they don’t notice you
I’m ’bout to matte the Tesla
And I shed a bullet for my MSFTS soldiers who I owe it to
The FDA is all on me, you know it’s true
The clique is rolling and I’m on the move

[Hook]
(Nah, nah, nah) The passion
(Nah, nah, nah) The passion
(Nah, nah, nah) The passion
(Nah, nah, nah) The passion

[Bridge]
Look, are we in Colorado (Wait) or at Mardi Gras?
Girl you party hard, I’m a genie in a bottle, ay, wishin’ for all and all
Get the motorcycle, hit the throttle, watch me hit them guitar notes
I just need me a model, reincarnation’s the motto
Yeah, look

[Outro]
(Syre, don’t do this)
I don’t wanna cry, I just want to get you out of my mind
(Don’t open up to him)
Open your eyes, I been by your side through all of this time
(Don’t tell him anything)
Excuse the disguise for all the magic that is hitting my mind
We’re living a lie
Open your eyes, I been by your side through all of this time
Through all of them guys, through all of them lies
(I love you more) Ooh, help us
Something is new, tell us
Talking to you, selfish
I do not want to die
Ooh, help us
Something is new, tell us
Talking to you, selfish
I do not want to die

Roy Woods – Bubbly Lyrics

Play this song

[Chorus]
See you shinin’ on your own, fuckin’ up the club
Heard Summer’s comin’, when it’s time, you fuckin’ up the club
Bounce that ass, girl, you know you fuckin’ up the club
We poppin’ bottles of bubbly (bubbly)
Bubbly (bubbly), bubbly (bubbly), yeah

[Verse 1]
To my left I got a foreign (Foreign ting)
And on my right I got a lil’ brown thing (Oh yeah)
They go on like they honest (Go on like they honest)
But always find out things that you ain’t tellin’ me
Fuck all that, let’s go ride out of town in a Ghost (In a Ghost)
Just left the club for the AP and I’m the host (And I’m the host)
Do you want Tequila or Chardonnay for the toast?
To brand new seas and bikinis all on the coast
Whatcha’ thinkin’? Whatcha’ thinkin’?
You fuckin’ up the club every weekend
Got a few hoes, got a few drinks
Situations in your head you be paintin’
‘Cause now you start to feel the drugs you been taking
You took so much to get high, it don’t make sense (It don’t make sense)
I know you wanna ease your mind, have some patience

[Chorus]
See you shinin’ on your own, fuckin’ up the club
Heard Summer’s comin’, when it’s time you, fuckin’ up the club
Bounce that ass, girl, you know you fuckin’ up the club
We poppin’ bottles of bubbly (bubbly)
Bubbly (bubbly), bubbly (bubbly), yeah

[Verse 2]
You wanna party like it’s Mardi Gras
Go live a life you never had before (Yeah)
Girl, come and fuck me off the Adderall (Off the Addy’)
We can involved (We can get it)
No you ain’t gotta go (No)
We just tryna leave the party for another one (Yeah, yeah)
So you can keep on poppin’ bottles till it’s sun up
Was tired of the scene and now I’m better now
Smoking medical, things just turn around
Baby if you wanna come and take a ride with me
Come and slide with me, get high with me, it’s alright
Baby, baby, it’s alright
With the gang, it’s alright
Baby if you wanna get high with me, slide with me
Goin’ on a drive with me, it’s alright
Baby, it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright

[Chorus]
See you shining on your own, fucking up the club
Heard Summer’s comin’, when it’s time, you fuckin’ up the club
Bounce that ass, girl, you know you fuckin’ up the club
You poppin’ bottles of bubbly (bubbly)
Bubbly (bubbly), bubbly (bubbly), yeah
See you shining on your own, fucking up the club
Heard Summer’s comin’, when it’s time, you fuckin’ up the club
Bounce that ass, girl, you know you fuckin’ up the club
We poppin’ bottles of bubbly (bubbly)
Bubbly (bubbly), bubbly (bubbly), yeah

[Outro]
Poppin’ bottles of bubbly
Poppin’ bottles of bubbly
Poppin’ bottles of bubbly
Up the club

WALKER HAYES – You Broke Up With Me lyrics

[Verse 1]
Well, I got some Coke in my bourbon
Surfin’ the room like Swazye
No, I ain’t drunk, I’m amazin’
Yeah, I got that laid way, way back, back in my swagger
X-Factor, feelin’ no pain, I’m at the top of my game

[Pre-Chorus]
Darlin’, you can’t crash my party with your sorry’s and what are we’s
Don’t start rainin’ on my Mardi Gras parade for a minute
I ain’t even fixin’ to listen to your guilt trippin’
You’re forgettin’, girl, you made your bed and didn’t want me in it (Hey!)

[Chorus]
Whoa, girl, simmer on down a notch
Ain’t nobody makin’ you watch me get my forget you on
No, girl, can’t touch my good as gold
I know it’s difficult to see me on a roll
But hey, you broke up with me
Yeah, what can I say, babe, you broke up with me

[Verse 2]
Guess you don’t know what you want
‘Til you see ’em movin’ on
Making lonely look like freedom
Baby, don’t even act like I’m doing something wrong
If my song comes on and I get lost on that dance floor
In somebody’s arms that ain’t yours

[Pre-Chorus]
You can’t crash my party with your sorry’s and what are we’s
Don’t start raining on my Mardi Gras parade for a minute
I ain’t even fixin’ to listen to your guilt trippin’
You’re forgettin’, girl, you made your bed and didn’t want me in it (Hey!)

[Chorus]
Whoa, girl, simmer on down a notch
Ain’t nobody makin’ you watch me get my forget you on
No, girl, can’t touch my good as gold
I know it’s difficult to see me on a roll
But hey, you broke up with me
Yeah, what can I say, babe, you broke up with me

[Bridge]
For real, babe, ain’t tryin’ to rub it your face
I’m just breakin’ off a little cold hard truth
It is what it is, girl, you did whatcha did, girl
I’m just doin’ what a bachelor do

[Pre-Chorus]
Darlin’, you can’t crash my party with your sorry’s and what are we’s
Don’t be raining on my Mardi Gras parade for a minute
I ain’t even fixin’ to listen to your guilt trippin’
You’re forgettin’, girl, you made your bed and didn’t want me in it (Hey!)

[Chorus]
Whoa, girl, simmer on down a notch
Ain’t nobody makin’ you watch me get my forget you on
No, girl, can’t touch my good as gold
I know it’s difficult to see me on a roll
But hey, you broke up with me
Yeah, what can I say, babe, you broke up with me

You broke up with me
Yeah, what can I say, babe?
You broke up with me

Wiz Khalifa – Get It On Your Own

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Now you ain’t gon’ get it to it if you don’t let yourself
And if you out there on your grind, better protect yourself
Don’t let them do nothing for you, go on and get it yourself
Weigh your options, you ain’t gotta wait for nobody else
And you can’t check me unless you check yourself
And you can’t help me unless you help yourself
Don’t let them do nothing for you, go on and get it yourself
Weigh your options, you ain’t gotta wait for nobody else

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, I got a lot of live for
Weed, I got a lot to give
I’m tryna find a spot to get and dodging these cops that be trying to watch the kid
It all depends on what the options is
I stay positive but still focused on haters because they all plotting
Ain’t trying to say it but they all watching
And I know that I’m they favourite
But I wouldn’t be here if I was faking
Fuck all the money they say they making
Don’t hit my line if you ain’t changing things
Know about the bullshit the paper bringing
In the presence of people I plan on being like
Ain’t fucking with you cause we don’t think alike, uh

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Now you ain’t gon’ get it to it if you don’t let yourself
And if you out there on your grind, better protect yourself
Don’t let them do nothing for you, go on and get it yourself
Weigh your options, you ain’t gotta wait for nobody else
And you can’t check me unless you check yourself
And you can’t help me unless you help yourself
Don’t let them do nothing for you, go on and get it yourself
Weigh your options, you ain’t gotta wait for nobody else

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalfia]
Been around the world and ya ya ya
Been rollin’ KK, gettin’ everybody high
Smokin’ in places I ain’t even supposed to but they’ll never track
Getting bitches naked like Mardi Gras
We already fried when we walk in the party
That’s when the conversation starts
Them cameras all in our faces
We don’t care ’bout what they say
Get money three different places at the same time
Pull up, hop out, no shirt on and skip the line
Niggas, you really be sick of lieing
Booking me all these shows like I ain’t really sick of flying
All I know is the grind
Rolling the biggest joints, never show up on time
Shorty, we smoke like it ain’t a crime
Taylor Gang or you dieing

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Now you ain’t gon’ get it to it if you don’t let yourself
And if you out there on your grind, better protect yourself
Don’t let them do nothing for you, go on and get it yourself
Weigh your options, you ain’t gotta wait for nobody else
And you can’t check me unless you check yourself
And you can’t help me unless you help yourself
Don’t let them do nothing for you, go on and get it yourself
Weigh your options, you ain’t gotta wait for nobody else

Fatback Band – King Tim III lyrics

Alright y’all
Here we go!
Just clap your hands
Then stomp your feet
Cos’ you’re listenin’ to the sound
Of the sure shot brat
I’m the K-I-N-G, the T-I-M
King Tim the third and I am him
Just me, Fatback and the crew
We’re doin’ it all just for you
We’re strong as an ox
And tall as a tree
We can rock you so viciously
We throw the height in your eyes
And bass in your face
We’re the funk machine
That rocks the human race
Skate down, boogie shock
Come on girl, let’s do the rock
Slam dunk, do the jerk
Lemme see your body work
To the break everybody, to the break everybody
2, 4, 6, 8…
Fatback don’t you hesitate
Party people who like the groove
Now the time to make your body move
Doin’ to the rhythm, and let it all hang out
Don’t be jivin’, you got to show what you be about
Catch it, catch it, catch the beat…
Do it to me and I’ll do it to you (say what)
To the break that keep the same ol’ beat.
‘Bout a while ago I wanted to know
Just who you’ve been listenin’ to
I’m the voice of King Tim III
Tellin’ what I want you to do
A little left hand right hand in the air
And you’re slammin’ like you just don’t care
Put your left leg out, the right leg in
Say the left is out and the right is in
About a quarter to four somebody was at your door
Well you wondered “who it was?”
And you started to shake n’ shiver
So I said it was me, yo, little old cous.
I said “opened the door n’ let me in”
I’ll rock ya so good, you won’t hear it again, I’ll rock ya so good, you heard bells ring, they went ring ding dang, ding, ding, ding…
To the break everybody
Do it to me, n’ I’ll do it to you
Stomp your feet then claps your hand
Cos’ you’re listenin’ to the sound of the Fatback Band
Ain’t nothing new in what I do
Cos’ i’m doin’ it all just for you
I’m hotter than the tea, I’m sweeter than honey
I’m not doin’ it for the money
I’m sugarcoated double dunk chocolate MC man
I’m sweeter than the almond joy
And gramma’s sweet old jam
I’m the modified, the rectified, kazinctified, quadruplified, kaput the fied, kazuktafied, to rock you all mind all the time
To the break everybody
It’s on in, on in, on in, on
Like hot butter on say wot the popcorn
Do it to me n’ I’ll do it to you…
To the break everybody
You keep the tap in your step, the hip in your hop
You don’t stop till you get on the mount top
Once you reached the top you won’t be alone
You got King Tim on the microphone
Just grab your partner, you start to swing
Cos’ i’m well known just like Burger King
I don’t sell burgers or french fries
I’m only here to make your nature rise
Just grab your partner round n’ round
And grab her by the butt n’ boogie down
Just open up your jacket, and open up her brass
And dance like at the Mardi Gras
I’m the man of action, the main attraction
The girls call me the satisfaction
I’m the Romeo, the Casanova
Here tonight I’m gonna get over
To the break everybody…

Lil Yachty – Bentley Couple

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Haan
(Absolutely)

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
And I just nutted on Trinity
Bitch, bitch you not you, you a mini-me
Fuck up that fuck up in any facility
Suckin’ on dick must be your main ability
Hatin’ ass nigga, ol’ fakin’ ass nigga
I’ll fry you on a pan, ol’ bacon ass nigga
Bacon ass nigga, lyin’ on your figures
You don’t pull triggers, nigga, you such a bitch
Bitch, you don’t pull triggers, you such a snitch
Neck full of water, my diamonds glist’
250 cash, I might drop on that Bentley, bitch
I might go cop me a Bentley coupe
[Hook: Lil Yachty + Gucci Mane]
I might go cop me a Bentley coupe
I might go cop me a Bentley coupe
I might go cop me a Bentley coupe
It’s Gucci! Let’s go
I might go cop me a skrrrt skrrrt skrrrt
I might go cop me a Bentley coupe
I might go cop me a Bentley coupe
It’s Gucci!
I might go cop me a Bentley coupe
I might go cop me a skrrrt skrrrt skrrrt

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I might go cop me a don
In the hood I’m like LeBron
It’s so much ice on my watch and my pinky
That haters wanna cut off my arm
Way too much sauce, I’m like Uzi, Uzi
Water drippin’, I’m jacuzzi, ‘cuzzi
She suckin’ it up like a smoothie, smoothie
I think I’m in love like Choosey Susie
Haters sayin’ what they gon’ do to me
Beefin’ with niggas not new to me
Watch what you say now, Gucci don’t play now
EA my playground, I love how the K sound
Me and Lil Yachty in Nautica (Nautica)
Polar bear, Gucci, Antarctica (BRRR!)
20 chains on like Mardi Gras
Woke up this mornin’, bought another car
Too much pressure will smother yah
You know the real niggas don’t fuck with yah
We spillin’ Ace of Spades on the furniture
And I’ll wet a nigga up like a water gun
So many Rollies, got my brother one
Bust at your boy, get another gun
I raised you lil’ boys, you my other sons
Guwop just spazzed out on another one, Wop!

[Hook: Lil Yachty]
I might go cop me a Bentley coupe
I might go cop me a Bentley coupe (skrrt skrrt)
I might go cop me a Bentley coupe (skrrt skrrt)
I might go cop me a skrrrt skrrrt skrrrt (Lil Boat!)
I might go cop me a Bentley coupe (Lil Boat!)
I might go cop me a Bentley coupe
I might go cop me a Bentley coupe
I might go cop me a skrrrt skrrrt skrrrt

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Niggas be mad ’cause I’m richer
I’ll spit on your sister, I pity Marissa
She should’ve fucked with me back when I ain’t had shit
Now my money sittin’ tall on giraffe shit
Shout out them Southside bloods in Jurassic
Ask how I’m doin’, bitch nigga, I’m fantastic
Just got a new bitch, she like doin’ gymnastics
I wrap up that sack with a string of elastic (Lil Boat!)
Yeah, I might go cop me a Bentley coupe (skrrt skrrt)
I might go cop me some Spanish food
These hatin’ ass rappin’ ass niggas be mad
They mad ’cause niggas is no longer into you
Damn, your money short like an interlude (lil’ money!)
Ain’t no tellin’ what I’m finna do
Got a crew with amenities, touch me, they strokin’ me
They look at boy like he the holy trinity
Uh, but I encourage philanthropy
Yeah and I ball when I rap like I’m Master P
If one more old ass nigga say somethin’ ’bout 2Pac or Biggie
I might lose my sanity
Lil Boat!

[Outro: Lil Yachty]
Nah forreal, man, I don’t know nothin’ about that shit, man, stop askin’ me ’bout that shit. Ain’t gon’ tell y’all too many times, man, I’m young and I’m rich. You prolly mad ’cause your kids keep playin’ me. They not gon’ stop playin’ me. It’s Lil Boat, bitch. Suck my dick.