IDK – Frontin (Pharrell Cover) Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh-huh, uh, uh
Uh-huh, uh, uh
Uh-huh, uh, uh

[Verse 1]
Don’t wanna sound full of myself or rude
But you ain’t looking at no other dudes
‘Cause you love me
So you think about a chance
You find yourself trying to do my dance
Maybe ’cause you love me
Ladies

[Pre-Chorus]
So then we tried thinking it slow now
Because you weren’t used to how fast we touched (Fast we touched)
Then we locked eyes and I knew I was in there
And I was gon’ tear your ass up (Tear your ass up)

[Chorus]
I know that I’m carrying on, never mind if I’m showing off
I was just frontin’ (You know I want you, babe)
I’m ready to bury it all, unless you don’t carе at all
But you know I want ya (You should stop frontin’, babe)

[Verse 2]
Tryna be the bеst girlfriend you could be
But still you peak and look at me, and girl, I love it
Uh-huh, uh
Then you give your other girls a show
Tell her you gon’ call her, ask how it was
And she’s gon’ love it, woah-oh-oh-oh

[Pre-Chorus]
So then we tried singing it slow now
Because you weren’t used to how fast we touched (Fast we touched)
Then we locked eyes and I knew I was in there
And I was gon’ tear your ass up (Tear your ass up)

[Chorus]
I know that I’m carrying on, never mind if I’m showing off
I was just frontin’, you know I want you, babe
I’m ready to bury it all, unless you don’t care at all
But you know I want ya, you should stop frontin’, babe

[Bridge]
Ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah

[Verse 3]
She said I picture bright red stop signs
I picture “Don’t walk here” [?] mop signs
I picture all of the bullshit we been through
Now you just picture the picture of what I picture when I picture you
Picture two pictures of lemonade, the sweetest of lips
You used to pitch me the idea that you want my dick
Whenever we split like banana and empty the clip
‘Cause we be at war then come together like an eclipse
Because of the stick, the stigma shouldn’t be like this
But shit, the stigma of crossin’ lines, reason we trip
And fallin’ in love but true gon’ fall from above
A shot of the cupid ’til it crosses the flock of a dove
And that’s a fancy way of sayin’ you ain’t shit
After all this time, this is what I get?
Like the slang of a Miami nigga, in his words
“You the opposite of truth, you ain’t legit, legit”
I’m tryna flip the switch
Of feelings as you insist to bitch
But momma taught me never call a girl out of her name
For now, you and I [?]

[Chorus]
I know that I’m carrying on, never mind if I’m showing off
I was just frontin’, you know I want you, babe
I’m ready to bury it all, unless you don’t care at all
But you know I want ya, you should stop frontin’, babe

[Outro]
Ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah

Lil’ Mosey – Try Me Lyrics

[Intro]
Y’all rocking with DJ Scheme, lil’ bitch!
Uh-uh, uh
Nuri the GOAT
Uh-uh

[Chorus]
Walkin’ through the thunder, feel like I’m goin’ insane (Insane)
The only thing that’s helpin’ is these racks in the safe (Is these racks)
If you comin’ with me, give me a reason for you to stay (For you to stay)
I stopped poppin’ pills and switched to champagne (Champagne)
I just booked a jet, I’m tryna fly and go away (Away)
Landed in Miami, ninety down the freeway (Freeway)
I just lost my nigga, think about it every day (Every day)
Life is moving fast but I know I’m okay (Okay)

[Verse]
I’m never lacking, do what I’m ‘posed to (‘Posed to)
I hate these niggas, watch who you get close to (Who you get close to)
You don’t know my past, you don’t know what I been through (What I been through)
I been doin’ scams and stealin’, what I’m used to (What I’m)
Grew up too fast (Too fast)
Watchin’ niggas get blown back (Blown back)
I just think you should know that (Know that)
Addiction came from my dad
So don’t ask why I love poppin’ pills (Pills)
I came from a place where this shit get real (Get real)
I was havin’ troubles tryna find my next meal (Next meal)
I felt so good when I signed my deal (Yeah, I signed that)

I brought all my niggas, everyone out the field (The field)
I hopped in the stu’ with the fire on me (Boom!)
I was finna show you what you was tryna see (Tryna see)
Picked me up when I was down, ’cause you down with me (Down with me)
He said he was my nigga but he lied to me

[Bridge]
So sad, so sad (So sad)
I hope that you know that, know that (Know that)
We all rich we glowin’, glowin’ (Glowin’)
Lil Mosey snowin’, snowin’ (Snowin’)
Celebrate with Moët, Moët (Moët)
Leave my pistol showin’, showin’ (Showin’)
Let any nigga try me, try me (Try me)
Please don’t get it by me, by me (By me, uh)

[Chorus]
Walkin’ through the thunder, feel like I’m goin’ insane (Insane)
The only thing that’s helpin’ is these racks in the safe (In the safe)
If you comin’ with me, give me a reason for you to stay (You to stay)
I stopped poppin’ pills and switched to champagne (Champagne)
I just booked a jet, I’m tryna fly and go away (Away)
Landed in Miami, ninety down the freeway (Freeway)
I just lost my nigga, think about it every day (Every day)
Life is moving fast but I know I’m okay (Okay)

[Outro]
Uh, uh-uh
Hmm-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh

Zenglen – Fragile Lyrics

[Intro]

Chak fwa pou m ekplike w
M pa konn ak ki fraz pou m komanse
M’ ta di w’ “Chérie, je t’aime”
Des mots qui trop longtemps fanés
Ooooo baby! ooooo honey!

[Chorus]
Men tchè an mwen
Tande son tchè an mwen (Mwen kwè w tande)
Vin avè mwen
Vini pi pre m’, vini cheri, vin jwenn mwen tande
Men tchè an mwen
Tande son tchè an mwen
Vin avè mwen
I came to take your pain away
Let this love begin today

[Flute solo]

Gen sa ki ba w manti
Malgre w pran tout tan w’ pou reflechi
N’empêche que ou toujou soufri
Si se pou renmen nou nan manti
Experience ayè w’ ka move
Men pa bliye ke w’ ekziste honey
Ooooo baby! ooooo honey!

[Chorus]
Men tchè an mwen
Tande son tchè an mwen (Mwen kwè w tande)
Vin avè mwen
Vini pi pre m’, vini cheri

Aaaa, pa vle gade w nan je
Pou rega nou pa kwaze
Pa gen de plume ak papye
Si m’ ta vle di w tout sa m’ anvi oo

[Piano Solo]

[Chorus]
(Nobody) Nobody’s perfect, Nobody
But love is
Mwen pwomèt ou doudou
Avè m’ pap gen kriz
You’ve been used, you’ve been played
You’ve been abused
Oooo, I came to take your pain away
Let this love begin today
Give me a chace, come take my hand baby
Let this love begin today
I can show you the life

I can show you the love

Nobody’s perfect, Nobody (Nobody)
But love is
Mwen pwomèt ou doudou
Avè m’ pap gen kriz
You’ve been used, you’ve been played
You’ve been abused
Oooo, I came to take your pain away
Let this love begin today
Give me a chance, come take my hand baby
Let this love begin today
So lanmou pou ou, mwen s’on idiot
Chans pou mwen, m’ vle genyen w’ comme kado

[Solo]

S’on ti lanmou ki très sexy
S’on ti lanmou ki pa easy
Paske m’ap viv nan Miami
Ou menm ou nan New-York City
Dènye fwa m’ wè w ou te en Haïti
En compagnie de tes amis
Epi yo di ke m’ twò piti
Tellement m’ fremi, mwen ta mouri

Y’on ti lanmou ki très sexy
Y’on ti lanmou ki pa easy
Paske m’ap viv nan Miami
Ou menm ou nan New-York City
Dènye fwa m’ wè w ou te en Haïti
En compagnie de tes amis
Epi yo di ke m’ twò piti
Tellement m’ fremi, mwen ta mouri

[Chorus]
Nobody’s perfect, Nobody
But love is (Nobody)
Mwen pwomèt ou doudou
Avè m’ pap gen kriz (Lavi m’ nan men w doudou)
You’ve been used, you’ve been played
You’ve been abused
Oooo, I came to take your pain away
Let this love begin today
Give me a chance, come take my hand baby
Let this love begin today

Al2 El Aldeano – Llorar Es Un Lujo Espiritual Lyrics

Todos quietos
Que hoy no vengo a impresionarlos
Hoy vengo con algo dentro, que debo exponerlo y darlo
A conocer
Pero para lograrlo, necesito que confíen en mí
Solo así podré ayudarlos
Y sacarlos de este infierno tan cochino, que hemos construido
Para vivir como cretinos
Si hoy me deprimen
Es porque sé que con mis versos
Aún no he logrado penetrar el metal tras sus pechos
Derechos humanos, sin humanos derechos
Ni derechas manos que a lo sano nos saquen provecho
Dime que has hecho Panoramix
Poner 23 y 12 como la calle 8 de Miami
Gracias por la educación, por la medicina
Por la disciplina, y por los lápices made in china
Por el maltrato a los negros
En un país donde el deporte sí
Pero un pasaporte no
Es derecho del pueblo
Ciudad de locos y borrachos
Que solo piensan en beber y resolver todo a los machetazos
No sé, si es un defecto o una virtud
De sentirme un joven que no se haya entre la juventud
Hay que darle más participación al corazón
Y menos al dinero, primero está la razón
En mi nación
Todo sigue marchando mal
En la cual llorar es un lujo espiritual
Algo anda mal
Nadie ha recapacitado
Todos van de lado a lado
Sin mirar al lado fatigados
Acostumbrados a que todo siga igual
Por eso llorar es un lujo espiritual
Hay que darle más participación al corazón
Y menos al dinero, primero está la razón
En mi nación
Todo sigue marchando mal
En la cual llorar es un lujo espiritual
Algo anda mal
Nadie ha recapacitado
Todos van de lado a lado
Sin mirar al lado fatigados
Acostumbrados a que todo siga igual
Por eso llorar es un lujo espiritual

Ya no me entrego completamente
Debo ser fuerte, y entender que hay gente
Que nada sienten y mienten
Por entretenimiento y satisfacción
En el cuadro de mi realidad la Maja se rebaja por drogas y ron
No veo razón para hacernos tanto daño
Que pasen y pasen años y sigamos siendo extraños
Que el engaño se respire, es que en tu propia familia
La mejoría económica es el vientre de la envidia
Lidiar con seres fríos, secos, amargados me ha hecho
Adoptar sus posiciones y su escasez de emociones
Por eso a veces no soy yo, me ahorro una sonrisa
Complejos me martirizan, mi mente viaja deprisa
Hay avaricia desenfrenada en todos los muchachos
Todos piensan en vestirse, y luego en divertirse al paso
Qué llevamos, perderemos la pasión
Y eso no se aprende en ningún curso de superación
Visitar el malecón, para mí es algo espiritual
Como escribir una canción, y a la misma vez llorar
Me gusta pensar, cantar fuera de tono
Y eso me divierte más que una fiesta de tres presos
Hay cosas que no tienen precio
Por favor medita, ni detalles, que el ser humano necesita
Hace cuánto tiempo tu corazón nadie visita
No permitas que se te apague la lucecita
Siente las cosquillitas del amor cuando es sincero

Y no esa superioridad de la que te ahoga el dinero
El mundo te ha tomado el pelo, y debes darte cuenta
Que un producto totalmente natural nunca está en venta
Lo normal, es luchar por algún sueño
Ponerle el empeño, y batallar para lograrlo, el dueño
Del timbiriche de la esquina, a lo mejor quería ser marinero
Pero claudicó, ahora es un perdedor
Por orgullo perdemos oportunidades
A veces el honor no es más que una debilidad
Que invade nuestras almas, hasta dejarnos en lo oscuro
Arrepentidos, dolidos, jodidos
Hay que darle más participación al corazón
Y menos al dinero, primero está la razón
En mi nación
Todo sigue marchando mal
En la cual llorar es un lujo espiritual
Algo anda mal
Nadie ha recapacitado
Todos van de lado a lado
Sin mirar al lado fatigados
Acostumbrados a que todo siga igual
Por eso llorar es un lujo espiritual

Como los paisas, para mí lo natural es lo más bello
Hay quien se siente más por llevar tres chupones en el cuello
Aquellos, se olvidaron como enamorar
Después que se compraron un caro celular
Blanquita pretenciosa que desprecias a los negros
No te inyectes más silicona en las tetas si no en el cerebro
Y hazte un arreglo de cutis en el alma
Que ese acnés racista a simple vista resalta
Hoy solo me asombran las cosas sencillas
No hay un pillo que no de cabilla hasta romper la silla
Yo me pongo en fase, pregúntale a la pepilla
Y ella dice: eso es vicio na ma’ niño por poco hacemos tortilla
Me da roña las razones por las cuales se traicionan
Las personas en mi zona por tan solo un solo dólar
Me da roña como lloras por un tipo que no te ama
Y que a pesar que te traiciona, cuando él quiere se la mamas
Todo no es la cama, una dama necesita más
Que cuatro pesos, y algo de sexo por atrás
No te das cuenta, que le dejaste el corazón roto
Después que te acostaste y regaste en el barrio sus fotos
Lágrimas de cocodrilo con estilo novelero
Usamos para usar, y obtener lo que queremos
Ya no tenemos en el alma ni una gota de respeto
Ni dos minutos nos dura en la mente un secreto
Hay que darle más participación al corazón
Y menos al dinero, primero está la razón
En mi nación
Todo sigue marchando mal
En la cual llorar es un lujo espiritual
Algo anda mal
Nadie ha recapacitado
Todos van de lado a lado
Sin mirar al lado fatigados
Acostumbrados a que todo siga igual
Por eso llorar es un lujo espiritual
Hay que darle más participación al corazón
Y menos al dinero, primero esta la razón
En mi nación
Todo sigue marchando mal
En la cual llorar es un lujo espiritual
Algo anda mal
Nadie ha recapacitado
Todos van de lado a lado
Sin mirar al lado fatigados
Acostumbrados a que todo siga igual
Por eso llorar es un lujo espiritual

Lil Baby, Gucci Mane, Tyga Performed At 150-Person Maskless Birthday Party In Miami

Lil Baby, Gucci Mane, Tyga and more rappers performed at a 150-person birthday party in Miami and not a mask in sight.

It is sometimes hard to believe, but we are still in the middle of a pandemic nearly a year after COVID-19 began to ravage the world. The many restrictions and adjustments we have all had to make in our day-to-day lives have become depressing and exhausting for many, but those who follow the science know that these precautions save lives.  Unfortunately, many people still ignore the consequences of their actions and continue to socialize without masks and even gather at large group events.  Artists who have organized and performed at these events continue to face backlash, the latest being Gucci Mane and Lil Baby.

Over the weekend, several rappers gathered in Miami to party it up as if the pandemic doesn’t exist.  While the partygoers include Tyga, Post Malone, and 24kGoldn, Lil Baby and Gucci are receiving the most criticism because they were performing at the event in front of a large crowd without masks. 

According to reports, the South Beach turn up involved little to no social distancing measures.  The celebration was held for Electric Feel Entertainment founder Austin Rosen’s birthday and was hosted in South Beach by Real Housewives of Miami star Lisa Hochstein and her husband.  The hosts reportedly said that they counted on their guests to follow an “honor system” when it comes to coronavirus measures, whatever that means.

Page Six reported that Hochstein assured the safety of her event by setting a limit of 150 guests and temperature checking guests at the door.  Most experts agree that we should all be avoiding gatherings outside our homes entirely, as well as refraining from seeing friends and family outside of our immediate household.  Seeing celebrities who refuse to follow these guidelines can be very frustrating for those of us who are making so many sacrifices in our personal and social lives.

*COVID PARTY ALERT* Lil Pump, Tyga, Gucci Mane, Lil Baby and many celebrities attend party at Star Island—near Miami. Close to 150 maskless people packed together. Attendees were asked to follow COVID guidelines on the honor system, according to TMZ. Pro-COVID movement is strong. pic.twitter.com/VAIa2NfffT

— Def Noodles (@defnoodles) January 19, 2021

Playboi Carti – Beno! Lyrics

[Intro]
(808 Mafia)

[Chorus]
Spent a hundred K on my son, I bought my sister a Jeep
Can’t f*ck with these hood hoes no more, they don’t give a f*ck about me
All-black 23, LeBron with the heat (What? 23, 23)
I was just in Miami in the Rolls Royce geeked (What? Yeah, Rolls Royce, geeked)
Lil’ Tommy got an FN in the backseat (What? Yeah, in the backseat)
Red rag, red flag, bitch, you better make peace (Yeah)
I’m in this bitch with my killers (Yeah)
Whole lotta motherf*ckin’ niggas (Yeah)
We got them motherf*ckin’ choppers (Yeah)
I pick you up, nigga, I get you (Yeah)
I said I don’t f*ck with these niggas (Yeah)
We see ’em, we punchin’ them niggas (Yeah)
We upping the score on these niggas (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go back
You was still posted with my boy, yeah, my slatt (Okay)
Beno, he go crazy, you know that (What? What? Yeah)

[Verse]
Whole lotta bands in this bitch (What? Yeah)
Whole lotta cash in this bitch (Yeah)
Hop on the motherf*ckin’ plane (Yeah)
I just popped me a G6 (Yeah)
You know that I love to stay high (Yeah)
My shawty just said that she bi (Yeah)
She carry that shit, she gon’ ride (Yeah)
I f*cked her then told her she mine (Yeah)
I’m really not with telling lies (Yeah)
I really don’t hang around guys (Yeah)
The streets treat me like a god (Yeah)
My bitch treat me like a God (Yeah)
Got a main and a side (Yeah, side)

f*ck fame, I ride with the fire
Blow out the brain in the ride (Ugh)
Blow out the brain in the ride (Yeah)
I’m riding ’round town with a ratchet bitch (Ayy)
She say, “Carti, you back on your ratchet shit” (Ayy)
I rock diamonds, the Patek from Elliante (What?)
Show me something that Carti not better than
If a nigga keep talking, we running in (Yeah)
Get that nigga kicked out like I’m punting it (Yeah)
On the block rolling dice and I’m going in
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Spent a hundred K on my son, I bought my sister a Jeep
Can’t f*ck with these hood hoes no more, they don’t give a f*ck about me
All-black 23, LeBron with the heat (What? 23, 23)
I was just in Miami in the Rolls Royce geeked (What? Yeah, Rolls Royce, geeked)
Lil’ Tommy got an FN in the backseat (What? Yeah, in the backseat)
Red rag, red flag, bitch, you better make peace (Yeah)
I’m in this bitch with my killers (Yeah)
Whole lotta motherf*ckin’ niggas (Yeah)
We got them motherf*ckin’ choppers (Yeah)
I pick you up, nigga, I get you (Yeah)
I said I don’t f*ck with these niggas (Yeah)
We see ’em, we punchin’ them niggas (Yeah)
We upping the score on these niggas (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go back
You was still posted with my boy, yeah, my slatt (Okay)
Beno, he go crazy, you know that (What? What? Yeah)

Zoey Dollaz Shares Image Of Bullet-Riddled Car That Saved His Life

Zoey Dollaz has broken his silence amidst getting shot in Miami earlier this month.

The rapper who sustained multiple gunshot wounds about two weeks ago upon entering the Booby Trap strip club in Miami is reportedly in recovery and is asking fans to continue to keep him in their prayers. Zoey Dollaz gave a startling look at the car he was traveling in at the time of the incident on Twitter. In the photos, blood is splattered all over the driver’s side door, which is punctured with multiple bullet holes, much like the windows. Alongside the graphic images, the rapper tweeted, “God works harder than the devil for sure.”

In another post on Twitter and Instagram, Zoey Dollaz thanked his supporters for their well-wishes amid the traumatic event and assured them that he is recovering. “To everybody that reached out to me I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart!” he wrote in the statement. “To everyone that sent out prayers for me, thank you because it worked! Grateful for your support & prayers I needed them! Please continue to pray for me as I go through this healing recovery & get back on my feet & back to doing what I do.

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“Beyond grateful and lucky to be alive,” Zoey continued. “It’s very hard for me to get back to everybody that reached out because it’s so many, but I want everyone to know, I am more than thankful for all the love!!!!” Reports say Dollaz was shot on December 9 while he was on his way to the Miami strip club. Earlier that day, he attended Teyana Taylor’s birthday party tweeting prior, “Tonight we drip for my nigg tt @TEYANATAYLOR!!”

Zoey Dollaz was reportedly released from the hospital last week and is currently in crutches, as seen in a photo he shared on Instagram Stories. We wish the rapper a speedy recovery and will continue to keep him in our prayers.

God works harder than the devil for sure. pic.twitter.com/3KZ5TNQIRn

— zoey dollaz (@ZoeyDollaz) December 21, 2020

Bfb Da Packman – Tamika Lyrics

[Intro]
(Estás con la compania de lunche?)
Like real talk, err, like, like
Shawn Cotton, he really made me f*ckin’ mad
That’s why I made this song, like for real, for real
It’s facts too

[Verse 1]
Ayy, niggas sick as f*ck that I ducked the diamond listers (Woo)
I’m a driver and a swiper, nigga, who the f*ck you kiddin’? (f*ck)
They won’t catch me on no cameras, I don’t f*ck around with snitches (Nope)
Stopped scammin’, bought a pack, and hid it in my granny’s kitchen (Facts)
I got a cougar bitch, she like cheetah print (What?)
Boiler piece of shit, so my life, I gotta peace this shit (Woah)
In Pappadeauxs poppin’ shit over lobster, bitch (Huh?)
And I don’t own nan’ broke bitch, I’m just leasin’ ’em, I need to quit (Yeah)
What you bringin’ to the table? Ain’t no usin’ me (No)
Replied to my text, told me that you through with me (f*ck you)
Gold-digging poor bitch, I ain’t losing sleep
Took the bitch for all she got, learned that from Willie T (My unc’)
Now she feelin’ extra hurt since she left me (Since she left me)
Turned around and f*cked her cousin, yeah, I’m messy (Yeah, I’m messy)
Now she spreading all my business, that’s unhealthy (Bitch)
They sayin’ a nigga petty ’cause I swipe at Hot-N-Ready
I’m a fat nigga with sauce, put that on the law (What?)
Mix the Bape with the Lacoste, drippin’ when I walk
Said she don’t like fat niggas, yeah, that’s what you thought
Two weeks later suckin’ dick until it’s soft in the loft

[Chorus]
I’ve been, I’ve been grindin’ all my life, don’t owe no one (Don’t owe no one)
I heard you niggas wishin’ death, come and blow somethin’ (Come and blow somethin’)
I’m in Miami with Tamika and Tammy (Yeah)
Eatin’ donuts and p*ssy (Yeah), I’ma pass on the Xannys, facts
I’ve been, I’ve been grindin’ all my life, don’t owe no one (Don’t owe no one)
I heard you niggas wishin’ death, come and blow somethin’ (Come and blow somethin’)
I’m in Belize with Michelle, she a cold one
Told her unwrap that p*ssy ’cause I want some

[Verse 2]
Shawn Cotton said f*ck me
He ain’t put me on SayCheese, told me he don’t need my money (What?)
Elevator did the same (Huh?), so I paid the Lunch Crew Company
Told myself next time you get up in that booth, get in your duffy, f*ck it
I’m in the booth goin’ dumby on Thursday (It’s a Thursday)

I got two bitches already, need a third bae (I need three, nigga)
My granny still is in the hood and said she ain’t leavin’ (Woo)
So I surprised her with a Draco on her birthday (Bah, bah)
My bitch gave me gonorrhea, but I still love her
A Redd, pause that, yeah, I still love her
Trap love, blown mattress and a thick cover (What?)
Kicked her ass, got cured, and we still f*ckin’ (Hoo)
Me and Georgie took them gifties on a field trip (Yoom)
Ty and Jared lost weight on some lit shit (My baby)
I feel you, baby, get right, had to get fit (Uh)
But on the real, if she was Chucky, I’d still hit
I used to take my girl to Rainbow, but it’s Gucci now (Woo)
I used to buy her Burger King, it’s [?][2:21] now (Yes, sir)
I used to love them ratchet bitches and I still do now
I had a crush on Reginae, but she with Lucci now

[Chorus]
I’ve been, I’ve been grindin’ all my life, don’t owe no one (Don’t owe no one)
I heard you niggas wishin’ death, come and blow somethin’ (Come and blow somethin’)
I’m in Miami with Tamika and Tammy (Yeah)
Eatin’ donuts and p*ssy (Yeah), I’ma pass on the Xannys, facts
I’ve been grindin’ all my life, don’t owe no one (Don’t owe no one)
I heard you niggas wishin’ death, come and blow somethin’ (Come and blow somethin’)
I’m in Belize with Michelle, she a cold one
Told her unwrap that p*ssy ’cause I want some

[Verse 3]
From the window to the wall (To the wall)
f*ck Trump, pledge allegiance to my balls (f*ck)
Secret Service on my line, f*ck ’em, I won’t answer calls (Woo)
I’m a Taylor boy, I’m back off resurrection, Texas Smith & Wessons (Yeah)
We ain’t shy with them Glizzys, so watch where you steppin’ (Yeah)
Had dreams of bitches, Benzes, and a diamond necklace (Yeah)
But now I’m puttin’ down payments up on land in Texas (Facts)
But on the beat, I get to f*ckin’ it up (Beep, beep, beep)
I’m on my way to success, is you comin’ or what? (I’m cold, bitch)
I’m quick to pull out my dick and tell her pucker it up (Mwah, mwah)
My fat bitch in DC, I call her Buffalo Butt
And I like my bitches ratchet, can’t do bougie (That’s a fact)
I’m quick to pick a Cardi B over Karrueche (Oh, I love it)
I carry alkaline water, not a tooly
And I think that bitch bad, I’m puttin’ a donut in her booty, nigga

Justin Quiles – Si Ella Quisiera Lyrics

Letra de “Si Ella Quisiera”

[Intro]
(Conmigo bebió)
(Al otro día amaneció, woh-uoh-oh)
(Al otro día amaneció)

[Puente]
Sola se levanta y el sol en la ventana
Después de haberlo hecho toda la madrugada
Todavía la andan buscando (buscando)
Bebiendo se fue y no ha vuelto

[Coro]
Si-Si-Si ella quisiera
Le doy otra noche bella, otra noche bella
Si ella quisiera
Le compro otra botella, otra botella

Si ella pidiera
La toco a mi manera o como ella quiera
Si ella se entrega
Le doy todo lo que quiera

[Verso 1]
Yo la conocí en un lugar especial
Una noche pa’ recordar
Detrás de ella me fui como un loco con su’ locura’
Quería una nueva aventura
Nos pasamos de copa
Y les cuento que ella es una dulzura (una dulzura)
La lleve pa’ mi casa
Nos besamos, hicimos travesuras (-cimos travesuras)

[Puente]
Y ahora la tengo en mi habitación
Su cuerpo me quema, es la tentación
Ahora le puse una condición
Que se mueva y que no pare, sin ropa y sin modales

[Coro]
Si-Si-Si-Si Si ella quisiera
Le doy otra noche bella, otra noche bella
Si ella quisiera
Le compro otra botella, otra botella

Si ella pidiera

La toco a mi manera o como ella quiera
Si ella se entrega
Le doy todo lo que quiera

[Verso 2]
Le doy lo que quiera la nena, se agarra a mi cadena
Cuando está solita soy el que el vacío le llena
El que empieza y nunca frena, sacúdelo morena
Lo eres tú el plato favorito de mi cena
Bajo la Luna llena, coge bomba y plena
Si no llego a tiempo se mata sola la nena
Ninguno la encadena, más suelta que la arena
Se me pone loca cada vez que escucha el tema

[Pre-Coro]
Sola-Sola-Sola se levanta y el sol en la ventana
Después de haberlo hecho toda la madrugada
Todavía la andan buscando (buscando)
Bebiendo se fue y no ha vuelto

[Coro]
Si ella quisiera (quisiera)
Le doy otra noche bella, otra noche bella
Si ella quisiera (quisiera)
Le compro otra botella, otra botella

Si ella pidiera
La toco a mi manera o como ella quiera
Si ella se entrega
Le doy todo lo que quiera

[Outro]
Ajá
Justin Quiles
J Quiles
The Promise
Dímelo DJ Chino
Nenus el ingeniero
Control de calidad
Rich Music
¿What up Miami?
Ajá
The Promise
Yo la voy a complacer en todos los sentidos

Rare Earth – Every Now And Then We Get To Go On Down To Miami Lyrics

I ain’t got no money
And neither has my honey
But happiness is just around the corner
Here we stay, every day
Saving up for money just to get away
And every now and then we get to go on down to Miami
Every now and then we got to go on down
Every now and then we got to go on down
Every now and then we got to go on down to Miami

Well life won’t last forever
It’s either now or never
We get some cash and leave our troubles behind us
And we’ll be free, naturally
And that’s the only way it was meant to be
And every now and then we’ll get to go on down to Miami
Every now and then we got to go on down
Every now and then we got to go on down
Every now and then we got to go on down to Miami

Mmmhmm gonna go on down to Miami
Goin to the sunshine
Save my money just to make it to the sunshine in Miami
Sunshine

I ain’t got no money, and neither has my honey
But happiness is just around the corner
Here we stay, every day
Saving up for money just to get away
And every now and then we get to go on down to Miami
Every now and then we got to go on down
Every now and then we got to go on down
Every now and then we got to go on down to Miami

Rick Ross – Summer Reign Lyrics

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[Intro: Rick Ross]
Summer reign
Let’s let the top down
H Money
Convertible music

[Chorus: Summer Walker & Rick Ross]
All I ask is that you hold it down for me
‘Cause you told me you would be my everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me (I got it, uh)
We could hustle this together, you and me
‘Cause I told you I could be your everything (Yes)
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Double M the logo, let the hustle take its course (Maybach Music)
I let you fuck me once, you wanna make me yours
Gucci shopping bags, I stuff ’em in the 4×4’s
Stop at Louis, post a picture, kill ’em, no remorse
Kill the lights, let’s light a candle, come and fuck the boy (Boy)
Whisper nothings in my ear you know that I’ll enjoy (Ah)
What you talkin’ not a problem ’cause I handle yours
50 stacks a pocket really just for amateurs (Haha)
Lickin’ on your neck, might wake up pissing in a cup (Huh)
Threw Belaire bottles on ice just for me to bust (Yes)
When you do it like I do, I make you fall in love
Never slippin’ but the difference is the all above

[Chorus: Summer Walker & Rick Ross]
All I ask is that you hold it down for me
‘Cause you told me you would be my everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me
We could hustle this together, you and me
‘Cause I told you I could be your everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me, yeah (Huh)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Kissing on you might create some freaky scenes
Playing in your weave before I spark my weed
Fuck you on the beach, then order UberEats
Come to this crib in Lamborghini trucks, then lose my keys
New hairdo, she do it big, the stack just for the wig
Tinted windows on the whip, Richard on her wrist
Look at how I live, this young nigga rich (Huh)
A car wash every day, that dirty money bliss
Cocaine residue all on my Fendi shoes
Wanna see you shine, that’s if we win or lose
Told her she can pick my casket and my favorite suit (Yeah)
We pray we only lasted if we kept it true (True)
Move you to Miami, that’s how gangsters play (Boss)
Ass filling out her Fashion Nova every day
Time is money, and it’s been a minute now
She a centerfold, every night I pin it down

[Chorus: Summer Walker]
All I ask is that you hold it down for me (Hold it down)
‘Cause you told me you would be my everything (Hold it down)
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me (Put it on me, baby, yeah)
We could hustle this together, you and me (Oh, yeah)
‘Cause I told you I could be your everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me (Baby)

[Outro: Summer Walker]
All I ask is that you hold it down for me
‘Cause I told you I would be your everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me, baby
We could hustle this together, you and me
‘Cause I told you I would be your everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me

Juice WRLD – Under Her skin-hells kitchen Lyrics

Play this song

[Chrous]
Oh hope my lullabies get under her skin
Like the itch from the perks on the bench
She balling out her eyes from the bench
She tells me that shell never play love games again
Wo ohhh my lullabies get under her sky
Shes ballin her eyes out from the bench
[verse 1]
She dont got no choice she resort to the beans oh
Every day she lives and die for beans oh
New drug dealer whats his innn fooo
Her plus heartbreak equals xans
Need a new equation she gonna die trynna do the math
Suicidal tendency she hopin that they end it fast

Fit it all in a Fendi bag
She don’t even smoke the gas
She been sleep for three days
Cutting up missing class teacher called asked whats wrong slurring back you say he gone
Running up out of diamonds you look down at your dresser
You see an 8 ball of all pure Columbian pleasure
It was left by that dude you tried to fuck to forget me
You snort a line of hella perk to see which one is better
Walking around in your mind picking up my belongings
I got a lot of shit here its been taking forever
Walking around in your heart with some fuel and some fire
The same fire tatted on me heart destroyer forever goodbye
[Chorus]
Hope my lullabies get under her skin
Like the itch from the perks on the bench
She balling out her eyes from the bench
She tells me that shell never play love games again
Wo ohhh my lullabies get under her sky
Like the itch from the perks on the bench
Aww she balling out her eyes from the bench
She don’t got not choice she resorts to the gossip
[Verse 2]
Always in my business
Wondering what I’m sipping
En-now I’m living
A lot of things are different
You not being here is what I was missing
Feel like I’m in a heaven house
Still pour up in a Hell’s Kitchen
In Chicago making heartbreak songs eating on some hell’s chicken

Miami calling me oh oh those calls im missin
Im calling the ambulance oh oh the thotty you was sickein sickein(sicknin)
Trippin sip sippin 3 6 in a cup like its memphis
Oh I’m drippin new girl got hoes she pimpin
We got we share em get it make her eat you out bitch get it
Lets hope that she been on my mind quit it
Unlike her, I know how to mind business

Oh oh oh lullabies in your dome spread insanity through your soul
Rocka bye baby ARE YOU ready to die
[Chorus]
Oh hope my lullabies get under her skin
Like the itch from the perks on the bench
She balling out her eyes from the bench
She tells me that shell never play love games again
Wo ohhh my lullabies get under her sky
Shes ballin her eyes out from the bench
She dont got no choice she resorts to the

Oh oh lullabies in your dome spread insanity through your soul
Rock a bye baby are you ready to die

Lullabies in your dome spread insanity thorugh your soul
Rocka bye baby are you ready to die die die

Denzel Curry – CAROLMART Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
You know, being from Dade County
We do the fly shit naturally, man
We do the stuntin’ shit naturally, why?
Huh, ’cause we blendin’ in with the environment man, haha
Ayy
FnZ
Oh damn
South Florida might the most beautifulest place in the land, homie
Look at all these bad bitches
How can you not ride with one in the drop?
How can you not catch a stunt in the most perfectest weather the Earth’s got?

[Chorus: Ice Billion Berg]
I got a pocket full of money and my teeth glitter
It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
A real-ass nigga from the 305
I was raised off of Trina, Trick, Rick, and Plies
When it comes to that green shit, I am anti
‘Cause I’d rather see a man live than a man die
Run down or you run track, oh, that boy cat
Get the gat, make it go brrat, leave that boy flat
All black, make the back block look like Baghdad
Play the track, it’s a special way I fold my flag, uh

[Chorus: Ice Billion Berg]
Pocket full of money and my teeth glitter
Somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh
I got a pocket full of money and my teeth glitter
It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh

[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Hear the bass down the block ’cause the trunk keep knockin’
Got them bushidō blades ’cause the rims keep choppin’
UM for the swag to get Miami poppin’
You could smoke a lil’ weed long as you ain’t flockin’
Put Dade on the map, gotta stay with a strap
Stay away from a roach ’cause they raidin’ the trap
I’m the Raiden of rap when they tell that boy, “Finish him”
It’s nothin’ but fatalities, them crackers gon’ sentence ’em, huh

[Chorus: Ice Billion Berg]
Pocket full of money, and my teeth glitter
Somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh
I got a pocket full of money, and my teeth glitter
It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh
I got a pocket full of money, and my teeth glitter
It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh

[Outro]
It depends on if the bitches feel like playin’ today
But you know they always with it, Curry, hah
Ayy, I’m out this bitch, man, Yayo

Moneybagg Yo – Toxic Lyrics

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[Intro]
I ain’t even gon’ lie, like
This shit hard tryna repair the trust and shit
When I was all in your face, why you ain’t say it then?
Wait ’til I leave to send texts and shit

[Chorus]
Never know how you feelin’, want me to guess it (Want me to guess it)
How we go from fighting and yelling to sexing? (Can you tell me?)
Can’t leave you ‘lone, I’m obsession ’bout your complexion (How you coming)
But like bad service on FaceTime, got poor connection (Poor connection)

[Verse]
What this is? What we doin’?
All of this arguing, I can’t do it
One day you love me, the next day you through with me
Tellin’ your friend the shit you gon’ do with me
You was my rider, holding it down
You was my queen, gave you the crown (True)
When I get back, we can sit down (Why?)
Ain’t tryna deal with this shit right now (No, hey)
I was ridin’ one night, thinkin’ ’bout that shit you said (Said)
I just looked at your text message, left your shit on read (What it say?)
You just want me in rotation, playin’ with my head (What else?)
And you always tryna hide me, ain’t no Easter egg (Ain’t April)
Disrespectful ho, this bitch that we go back and forth (Forth)
Then after that we suckin’, fuckin’, lovin’, makin’ noise (Ugh)
I let you push the Wraith around because what’s mine is yours (Straight up)
Sometimes we don’t get along, this shit feel like a chore (I don’t like it)
I swear you the trillest, I don’t know no other
Show me you with me and ride like a shuttle
I put the dick on you and eat you like supper
I hold up your legs and I spread ’em like butter (Ugh, I cut her)
Yeah, tell me, just what is we doin’? (Huh?)
I been through some shit, man, I’m ruined (I am)
I’ll deal with this when I’m not touring (Ooh)
Rollin’ up loud, my head in the clouds (Head in the air, thinkin’ ’bout shit)
Like property, feel like I’m lost and I’m found (It feel like I’m off and I’m on with you)
I kept evolving, you ain’t grow (No)
Hoes will go when you say no (So)
When I’m sleep, you scroll and post
You doin’ too much, now you doin’ the most
Flew you to Cali, out to Miami
When you get home, back unhappy (Crazy)
Now you lurkin’, lookin’ for shit
Tried to slap me, now we jackin’
Leaving is easier said than done
Didn’t wanna seem like I left you for dead
I knew you would let that shit go to your head
And say that I changed for the bread
Swear I’m playin’ under you with another bitch, man, look, stop it
Comin’ like I’m gon’ against the grain, tellin’ me that I’m oppin’
Lettin’ emotions get the best of you when you know how I’m rockin’
Go through way more bad than good, how we let this shit get toxic?

[Chorus]
Never know how you feelin’, want me to guess it (Want me to guess it)
How we go from fighting and yelling to sexing? (Can you tell me?)
Can’t leave you ‘lone, I’m obsession ’bout your complexion (How you coming)
But like bad service on FaceTime, got poor connection (Poor connection)

Juice WRLD – Sadness Lyrics

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[Intro]
We’re laying in bed
I lock eyes, our eyes lock

[Chorus]
Our eyes locked, you can see the sadness
My heart stops, every time you call my name
My jaw drops, you fell from the stars and i’m star struck
You fell from the stars
Girl am I lost?
We’re down, we’re sad, is it my fault?
I apologize for all of the lies, oh
I won’t, treat you like the rest of those guys, oh

[Verse 1]
I’m of the percs, you don’t condone it
You say it makes me act atrocious
But I can’t stand life when i’m sober
Take my heart, I’ll hand it over
6 months in it gets colder, I don’t want us to be over
Let’s make love until we die, and let’s fuck til we slumpt over
Be my first date, I know you hate to see my bleed
I don’t deserve your love, I tend to fuck up everything
It feels like i’m not enough, ‘nough, ‘nough, ‘nough
This a conversation, not a love song

[Chorus]
Our eyes locked, you can see the sadness
My heart stops, every time you call my name
My jaw drops, you fell from the stars and i’m star struck
You fell from the stars
Girl am I lost?
We’re down, we’re sad, is it my fault?
I apologize for all of the lies, oh
I won’t, treat you like the rest of those guys, oh

[Verse 2]
I wanna know, is it gonna be forever or temporary?
If you leave it’ll hurt, keep the tissue ready
Got the drugs on the table, I’m ready
Put Rick on your slippers, no Cinderella
Remember when you went to the fortune teller
She told you we need each other
Ha, what if she’s trippin’, i’m just kidding
Back to the main focus, I think that you’re gorgeous
You love the way that I stroke it, signing my name on your neck
You use to make potions, play around with witchcraft
I wonder if you put that in my lean and I drank that

[Chorus]
Our eyes locked, you can see the sadness
My heart stops, every time you call my name
My jaw drops, you fell from the stars and i’m star struck
You fell from the stars
Girl am I lost?
We’re down, we’re sad, is it my fault?
I apologize for all of the lies, oh
I won’t, treat you like the rest of those guys, oh

[Bridge]
We met in the twilight zone
I fall apart, but you keep me whole
We met on the west coast, but i still see Miami in your soul

[Chorus]
Our eyes locked, you can see the sadness
My heart stops, every time you call my name
My jaw drops, you fell from the stars and i’m star struck
You fell from the stars
Girl am I lost?
We’re down, we’re sad, is it my fault?
I apologize for all of the lies, oh
I won’t, treat you like the rest of those guys, oh

Quando Rondo – Neighborhood Hero Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, ooh, uh, ayy
Quando Rondo, nigga
Relly Made
(They locked up my nigga Pablo, they hit him with a RICO
Spin on they block with my sawed-off, but keep that on the D-low
Lil’ shawty look just like a model, a neighborhood hero
I fuck with… lil’ mama, I fuck with her people)

[Chorus]
I put some VV’s in my teeths and that shit cost a kilo
Spin on they block for like a week, but keep that on the D-low
I’ma put some pennies in the streets just to feed my lil’ people
My youngin up Miami heat at the three just like D-Rose
I know, she know, he know
But he don’t know I know, we know
I know, he know, she know
But they don’t know I know
I know she know, but keep that on the D-low
He know I know, I fuck ’round with her people
I know, oh, that neighborhood hero
I know, I don’t know, my neck below zero

[Verse 1]
I really came from the trenches, I had to grind to get it
I got no love for these bitches, I gotta chase these benjis
I came from posted on the corner grippin’ on extensions
Spin on they block, I’ma let off some shots
And I swear I won’t leave ’til somebody be missin’
I don’t know how to park that brand new Bentley
Got the gears unlocked, that’s why they envy
Got a real big bag, if you want it, I’ll spend it
I come from the trenches, they call me Lil Dangerous
They must’ve said you know I sent it
Got a real big Glock and the clip extended
No overlap mall, I shop at Lenox
On the dope boy block, drip in Givenchy
She want Chanel on her feet, brand new Louis V
We just spent a load at Christian D, we don’t do Gucci
We can go and make a lil’ movie, is you here with me?
I don’t know why the fuck you do just what you do to me, woah

[Chorus]
I put some VV’s in my teeths and that shit cost a kilo
Spin on they block for like a week, but keep that on the D-low
I’ma put some pennies in the streets just to feed my lil’ people
My youngin up Miami heat at the three just like D-Rose
I know, she know, he know
But he don’t know I know, we know
I know, he know, she know
But they don’t know I know
I know she know, but keep that on the D-low
He know I know, I fuck ’round with her people
I know, oh, that neighborhood hero
I know, I don’t know, my neck below zero

[Verse 2]
Speak on my name, don’t even know me, just make sure you speakin’ facts
I’m nothin’ like them broke kids, baby, I’ma spend them racks
Every time them hitters miss, I drop ten bands, they spinnin’ back
I’m never trippin’ ’bout the pack, I lose it then get it right back
Got Bonnie and Doja, that Doja smoke just like some crack
And every time I count the green and load the clip, she pour my Act’
She’s nothin’ like these other hoes, she know to throw it back
She look at me just like a boss, I drip that sauce, she dig my swag

[Chorus]
I put some VV’s in my teeths and that shit cost a kilo
Spin on they block for like a week, but keep that on the D-low
I’ma put some pennies in the streets just to feed my lil’ people
My youngin up Miami heat at the three just like D-Rose
I know, she know, he know
But he don’t know I know, we know
I know, he know, she know
But they don’t know I know
I know she know, but keep that on the D-low
He know I know, I fuck ’round with her people
I know, oh, that neighborhood hero
I know, I don’t know, my neck below zero

[Outro]
I fucked around her people
But keep that on the D-low
The neighborhood hero
I know, he know, she know

Kodak Black – Christmas in Miami Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, I don’t know if I wanna call this detox ’cause I’m like… I’m puttin’ away a lot of old shit just so I can be with this one individual, but at the same time, all I really want for Christmas is her

[Verse 1]
I put the Glizzys down so I could be with you
I put the Remy down, I don’t want no more of this juice, yeah
I put the Henny down, I’ma throw away the Goose, yeah
‘Cause I be showin’ out, another side of truth, yeah
India, I had loved you like you mine, babe
You was runnin’ all through my head, you gave me migraines, mmm
I cannot lie and say that I’m fine
Took another sip to write this rhyme, ooh
I cannot lie and say that I’m fine
Took another bitch to ease my mind, ayy

[Chorus]
Now I’ma spend my Christmas in Miami
I’ma be in Miami, I’ma be in Mi—

[Verse 2]
I’m from Broward, but my lady from Miami
I’ma hit her with no Jim Beam, show her to my family
They so curious, but we not into y’all
She say, “Period,” I be like, “Periodt”
She can have any nigga, I can get like any broad
She don’t be milkin’ me, but she be milkin’ y’all
I know you prolly dealt with a few celebrities
But I don’t even care, I need you next to me
Can you see the best of me? Want you to marry me?
Would you say yes to me? Want you to marry me this year
Even get down on my knees, pull out that carat ring
And don’t embarrass me, want you to marry me this year
Am I movin’ too fast? ‘Cause I’ll slow it down
You the only reason I felt like puttin’ down my four pound
You the only reason I ain’t runnin’ ’round with them hunnid rounds
Slidin’ ’round in an opp’s town, you the only reason I ain’t locked down
I just wanna love you, baby, just don’t make no fool of me
I know on your birthday I ain’t gotta buy you jewelry
I know on your birthday I ain’t gotta splurge you
Just because it’s Christmas, you don’t need a Birkin
And you all I want for Christmas
You all I want for Christmas
You all I want for Christmas (It’s you, love)

[Outro]
It’s you
It’s you
I know it, I know it’s you

Sheck Wes – Never Lost Lyrics

[Intro]
Mudboy
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Time never wasted and love never lost
Talent done took me places never been
You don’t know why, why, you love me so much
You never had love, but felt it before
Where I came from, they shootin’ the four (Mudboy)
Where I come from, no books in the stores (Bitch)
Where I come from, there’s hate and no love

[Verse 2]
My cousins’ behavior startin’ to rub off
I’m pickin’ up on their bad habits
My mother said that she don’t like it at all
She sendin’ me back ’cause she can’t have it
She can’t have it (She wanna send me back)
But it’s time never wasted and love never lost
Time never wasted and love never lost (I ain’t tryna hear that shit)
Time never wasted and love never lost (So, uh)
Time never wasted and love never lost (Mudboy)
Time never wasted and… kill, kill (Bitch)
Kill, kill (Bitch)

[Verse 3]
Bitch, yeah, gettin’ straight to the bag (That bag)
Countin’ nothin’ but cash (Check)
Hoes love me and they love, uh shakin’ that ass
Uh, ’cause Sheck Wes got that ever
Lastin’, everlastin’, got that ever Glad bag
Hoes glad when they pick up cash
Young Sheck Wes, I walk out, I walk out
Real quick, real fast (Fast, dash)
Damn, got the trunk out, uh, trunk in the nose
Uh, throw up L when I pose
Uh, young Sheck Wes pull up to the show (Show)
What they screamin’? “Live Sheck Wes”
What they screamin’ (Uh)? “Don’t die Sheck Wes (Uh)
We need you here Sheck Wes (Uh)
You gotta stay alive Sheck Wes”
I will, uh (Kill)
Motherfuckers won’t kill, uh (Kill)
I got motherfuckers
Niggas too real, uh (Real, real)
My niggas too real, uh (Real, real)
Your niggas too L-I-E (Kill, kill)
My niggas will kill, uh
My niggas will D-I-E uh
For M-E, yes Sheck Wes (Ain’t nothin’ but L’s, kill)
Hot like Miami
And I ain’t goin’ back so fuck that
I don’t care about none of that other shit (Miami)
Fuck that (Telemundo)
Yeah, you wanna know why?
Sheck Wes running the full court on ’em

[Refrain]
‘Cause niggas out here will kill, kill
Young niggas gotta eat, eat-eat
Young niggas gotta get a mil’, mil’
Young niggas grew steel (Uh)
These young niggas too real, real
Niggas out here gettin’ killed (Get killed)
These young niggas too real (Too real)
Niggas out here gettin’ killed (Uh uh, lust gang)
These young niggas too real
Gotta eat, gotta eat, gotta get a mil’
Clear mine, nigga, I’ma steal (Steal)
These young niggas too real (Too real)
These young niggas too real, real (Bitch)
These young niggas too real (Too real)
Kill, kill, kill, got a flip list
Kill, kill, kill, got a flip list

[Verse 4]
Add on to the killings like Michael B. Jordan (Uh)
In Wakanda on the Black Panther (Uh)
I’ma add on to the skin (Uh, uh)
Yes Sheck Wes I be goin’ in, goin’ in
I be goin’ in like a porn-star (Porn-star)
Yes Sheck Wes I be goin’ in, goin’ in
Going in like a motherfucking all-star (All-star)
I’ma, uh, all-star to her
Yes Sheck Wes got all-star to her
Like it’s 9-5
Bitch I’m darker than a motherfuckin’ Waka-Wakanda

[Refrain]
Kill, kill
Niggas gotta kill, kill
Niggas gotta eat, eat, eat (Kill, kill)
Niggas gotta get that mil’, mil’

[Outro]
Time never wasted and love never lost
Time never wasted and love never lost
Time never wasted and time never wasted
And time never wasted and love never lost
Time never wasted and love never lost (Forgiving)
My talents done took me where I never been
(Kill, kill, niggas gotta eat)
Time never wasted and love never lost
My talents done took me where I never been (Bitch)
Time never wasted and love never lost

Marc Anthony – Esta Rico lyrics

[Intro: Will Smith, Bad Bunny & Marc Anthony]
Marc Anthony
Bad Bunny baby-be-be-be-be-be
Will Smith
Haciendo historia
Haha, woo

[Pre-Coro: Marc Anthony]
Tú quieres algo y se te ve
Aquí hay ambiente pa’ ahora y pa’ después
Ya tú probaste, la otra vez
Por eso sabes-

[Coro: Marc Anthony]
Que esto está rico
Está rico
Está rico
Tú sabes que esto está rico
Está rico
Esto está rico
Tú sabes que esto está rico

[Verso 1: Will Smith]
Hola, yes, it’s the Prince
In an unmarked car with the tints
Marc Anthony with the new anthem
Yeah, I know, is a lil’ intense
Ferragamo on the collar
We gon’ mash a throttle in Miami harbor
Girl, you want me like a shadow
You make the move, make it matter
Hey now, well I guess we can play now
Blend my Philly way now
With your latina sway now
Sacude tu cadera (pull up!)
Always taking pictures (woo!)
Laughing, blowing kisses
I think you’re delicious
Marc, what this is?

[Coro: Marc Anthony & Will Smith]
Está rico (oh-oh)
Está rico (oh-oh)
Está rico (oh-oh)
Tú sabes que esto está rico (oh-oh)
Que está rico (oh-oh)
Esto está rico (oh-oh)
Tú sabes-

[Verso 2: Bad Bunny]
Ey, si tú tienes un novio, mami, no lo digas
Enamora’o de ese culo, Dios lo bendiga
Ey, tráete a tus amigas
Dura, dura, dura, ella no tiene liga
Desde aquí pa’l bote
Chiquita con el booty bien grandote
Me lo hace ricote (ye)
Me pone bellaco y hace que se note
Échate el spray
Vamos pa’ la sombra que hoy te voy hacer las de Grey (¡wouh!)
Si quieres te echo otro pero dame un break

[Coro: Marc Anthony, Will Smith & Bad Bunny]
Que esto está rico (oh-oh)
Está rico (oh-oh)
Esto está rico (oh-oh)
Tú sabes que esto está rico (oh-oh)
Está rico (oh-oh)
Esto está rico (oh-oh)
(Bad Bunny baby-be-be-be)
Tú sabes-

[Verso 3: Marc Anthony]
¿Dónde?
Donde sea rico si es contigo
Da lo mismo Nueva York o Londres
Si quieres te llevo a Puerto Rico
Y lo hacemos rico

[Puente: Will Smith & Marc Anthony]
Sacude tu cadera (oooh-oooh)
Always taking pictures
Laughing, blowing kisses (oooh-oooh)
I think your delicious
Sacude tu cadera (oooh-oooh)
Always taking pictures
Laughing, blowing kisses (oooh-oooh)
I think your delicious

[Pre-Coro: Marc Anthony]
Tú quieres algo y se te ve
Aquí hay ambiente pa’ ahora y pa’ después
Ya tú probaste la otra vez
Por eso sabes-

[Coro: Marc Anthony, Will Smith & Bad Bunny]
Que esto está rico
Esto está rico
Esto está rico
Tú sabes que esto está rico
Esto está rico

[Outro: Will Smith & Bad Bunny]
For the people, one time
Alright you gotta play that again
You gotta play that again
Thats fire right?
Yeah, esto está rico
Y tú estas rica, hoy yo te lo hago bien rico
Ey, como lo hacemos en Puerto Rico
Bad Bunny baby-be-be-be-be-be

Nicki Minaj – Miami lyrics

[Intro: Kodak Black]
I ain’t really finna tell y’all how to get away with murder and shit

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
I flew in from Trinidad, peep this nigga pressin’
I think that he popped a molly ’cause look how he sweatin’
I’ma let my niggas rob him as soon as it set in
None of you bum bitches can sit with me and Gretchen
It’s the biggest, a bitch ain’t cough one time
It’s the sickest, I don’t ever clique up
But they know who the clique is
Fast little bitches, but of course I’m the quickest
Mortal Kombat, ninja Nicki, who ya pick is?

[Interlude: Patty Duke]
Ayo, queen, got the customers out here man
They lovin’ this shit, man, they lovin’ this shit, man
Where you at man, where you at man?
We need you here, man, I know you in Miami

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties, that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, you could take all of my bitches out to Abu Dhabi
Let one of my besties confiscate your Maserati
You should throw a party on the yacht for everybody
If we fuck your shit up, OMG, I’m very sorry
You could call me Barbie, ’cause I look just like a dolly
Yes, I bury them when they come for me, call me Halle
Since I finished her, my niggas call me the finale
I’m a busy bitch, I’m filthy rich, no time to polly
Ayo, swerve to the palace, this the queen like a [?]
Put 15 million dollars, on it, ask LL, I’m doin’ it
Don’t get cute and ruin it, all my skill, I hone it
I pity opponents, it look easy don’t it
(It look easy don’t it, it look easy don’t it)

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

[Outro: Patty Duke]
Yo, Nick, what’s good? This ya boy Patty Duke
Man, you already know we got shit movin’ out here, man
That these bitches ain’t fuckin’ wit’ you
They ain’t fuckin’ wit’ the team, man, all of ’em, man
‘Cause niggas know that bag heavy, boy, that bag heavy
Niggas get the fuckin’ drop round here
Queens get the money, man
Never fakin’ it, always makin’ it, yerrr
Iconic shit, man

Young Thug – Money Turning Me On Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah
Uh
Wheezy beats
This money turnin’ me on
(Yo, turn me up bro)
Misery, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
This money turnin’ me on, ayy, this money turnin’ me on
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hunnids got a nigga gone (woo)
Three hundred racks for a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor
Having a private party, you know how it go

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Music all in my ears
Instruments in my ears
I’m in the backyard feeding deers
I’m in a condo popping seals
I got po-po’s in my rear
I bought CoCo with my deal
I missed a couple shows with my deal
If I could take it back I will
And don’t you take that to the head
You know I got you in my whip
It don’t matter if it don’t work out
Man I know you with me for real
You helped me balance my skills
You helped me over the hill
You got my mind right when I was thinking ’bout going and go kill
Young lil’ nigga popping shit
High school, I played quarterback
I ain’t never had to hit a lick
Never had to touch a nick
Never had to risk shit
But this wealth, cause if you played then it’s death

[Chorus: Young Thug]
This money turnin’ me on, ayy, this money turnin’ me on
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hunnids got a nigga gone (far gone)
Three hundred racks for a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor
Having a private party, you know how it go

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Hunnid fifty thousand for a show
On the east or the west coast
Give a couple bands to the woa
Jet to Miami with some zoes
Hunnid fifty thousand for a show
Hunnid fifty thousand for a show
On the east or the west coast
On the east or the west coast, ayy
Every night I snuck my way outside
Started skipping school and I snuck up on a ride
My brother in law let me shoot a choppa when I was five
Ever since that day, man I been riding ’til I die

[Chorus: Young Thug]
This money turnin’ me on, ayy, this money turnin’ me on
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hunnids got a nigga gone (far gone)
Three hundred racks for a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor
Having a private party, you know how it go

Fabolous – Ooh Yea Lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & Fabolous]
Right now, oh
Ooh yeah
Ooh, woah, ooh
Oh I like this
Hitmaka
Ooh, woah, ooh

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign, Fabolous & both]
I got money on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Talk to ’em Dolla $ign
Ooh ooh yea (yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (yeah)
Ooh ooh yea
Let me tell ’em what I told ’em
Ooh ooh yea

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
What you want, what you want, bae?
Order like restaurants, bae
What’s a snack to an entrée?
Bought a Ghost just to haunt, bae
Know you ain’t a saint but you can get some Saint Laurent, bae
Know you smoke blunts but you been looking like a joint, bae
And I wanna hit it
Make sure you got it when they couldn’t get it, ooh yea
You coming with it
You always doing it, they never did it, ooh yea
Big mad or they lil’ mad
Drop a big bag on a lil’ bag, that’s too much for a new clutch
Came through for you I’m too clutch

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Penthouse in Miami just to take you down, yeah, yeah
I Patek your wrist and I Philippe your Chow, yeah, yeah
Let’s go to the mall and ball like 80 thousand
All that ass clapping girl you know you childish
Who? Who [?] your name? (yeah)
Who bought you Alexander Wang? (Wang)
[?]
Kenzo, Gucci, Hermes and drop top in a Rari
I’m just sayin’

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Verse 3: Fabolous & both]
I get bag after bag
Let the money talk for me I ain’t never have to brag, ooh yea
In my bag, in my duffle
So you know it’s gon’ be different when I cuff you, ooh yea
I might Rolex your left, yeah
Cartier your right, yeah
My city don’t sleep we can party there all night, yeah
Champagne for breakfast, bad bitch for lunch date
Really we just out here tryna function

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr), yea
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr), hmm
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr), yea, yea
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr)

Pitbull – Free Free Free Lyrics

[Intro: Pitbull]
Now let me take you from Miami, the pineapple
To New York, the big apple
Now let’s escape, darling

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

[Verse 1: Pitbull]
Guess who’s back? Fresh off the boat
Smelling like Bahamas, for sure
I still got the ship escape
Still the Godfather
Still el Padrino, you know
After dog, and kiss a little loose
A lotta bout 3-0-5, no goose
A straight walk a straight line, no juice
Catch me on top of that ya, no roof
Travel around the world like it’s a new sport
Move and escape to New York
Ahora ven aqui mami, dame un beso
Tu sabe que te gusta, deja eso

[Pre-Chorus: Pitbull]
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time
Baby girl, how you so fine?
Tonight you gon’ be mine (be mine)
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time (good time)
Baby girl, how you so fine? (so fine)
Tonight you gon’ be mine (that’s right)

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
Wooo
Guess who’s back? Yours truly
Mr. Independent, welcome to the new me
Nothing like freedom I’d love to be free
A world takeover, times three
Hardest working man in the game, that’s me
He’s done, he’s over, he’s finished, let’s see (yeah right)
You clearly don’t know me
Mami wanna have some fun, mami show me
Mami wanna party, I poured her some Voli
She said I remember you at [?]
I said baby that’s the old me
Ahora ven aqui mami, dame un beso
Tu sabe que te gusta, deja eso

[Pre-Chorus: Pitbull]
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time
Baby girl, how you so fine?
Tonight you gon’ be mine (be mine)
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time (good time)
Baby girl, how you so fine? (so fine)
Tonight you gon’ be mine (that’s right)

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

[Hook: Theron Theron]
Go like kambo, take me down low down low
Party tempo, to the congo
We’ve been drinkin’, making right decisions
There’s no limit, everybody’s singing

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

Juice WRLD – Flavor Lyrics

[Chorus]
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I was just smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I was just smokin’ the flavor, you was just smokin’ on nun
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I just been smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin on bum
I just been smokin the flavor, you ain’t been smokin’ on nun

[Verse: 1]
Came in this bitch with a couple of shooters, you with niggas beefin’ over computers
Baby I’m tellin’ you, your man a loser
Come this way, I know you be choosin’
Come this way, I know he gon’ lose you
Pop Champaigne, and do Codeine, sometimes cocaine
On the way to the bank
You the, You the best that I ever had bitch, no Drake shit
I know I can get the pussy wet, no lake shit
Fuck all night, take percs by the cases
Get so high, I don’t hear what she sayin
Somethin’ ’boutta moon sign, somethin’ ’bout a leo
I’m thinkin’ of a orgy, I’m thinkin of a trio
She’ll only cheat on me if you speak creo
Lost in Miami, gotta find her like nemo
Old dude, probably put (?) on her
Not surprised
Hope she ain’t try to put who on me
I’m not the guy
She don’t know what I do with my dark R
It’s when I’m higher

[Chorus]
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I was just smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I was just smokin’ the flavor, you was just smokin’ on nun
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I just been smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I just been smokin’ the flavor, you ain’t been smokin’ on nun

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I was just smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I was just smokin’ the flavor, you was just smokin’ on nun
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I just been smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I just been smokin’ the flavor, you ain’t been smokin’ on nun

Drake – March 14 Lyrics

[Intro]
Here we go
Yeah

[Verse]
Yesterday morning was crazy
I had to come to terms with the fact that it’s not a maybe
That shit is in stone, sealed and signed
She not my lover like Billie Jean, but the kid is mine
Sandi used to tell me all it takes is one time
And all it took was one time
Shit, we only met two times, two times
And both times were nothin’ like the new times
Now it’s rough times, I’m out here on front lines
Just tryin’ to make sure that I see him sometimes
It’s breakin’ my spirit
Single father, I hate when I hear it
I used to challenge my parents on every album
Now I’m embarrassed to tell ’em I ended up as a co-parent
Always promised the family unit
I wanted it to be different because I’ve been through it
But this is the harsh truth now
Fairy tales are saved for the bedtime stories I tell you now
I don’t want you worry about whose house you live at
Or who loves you more or who’s not there
Who did what to who ‘fore you got here
Now, look, I’m too proud
To let that come between me and you now
Realize I gotta think for two now
I gotta make it, I better make it
I promise if I’m not dead then I’m dedicated
This the first positive DNA we ever celebrated
I can’t forget the looks on they faces
Got the news in Miami that now we all now got ones that we raisin’
Tell Gelo bring some, uh, Rosé and Baccarat out
For our cheers to the next generation
But this Champagne toast is short-lived
I got an empty crib in my empty crib
I only met you one time, introduced you to Saint Nick
I think he musta brought you like twenty gifts
Your mother say you growin’ so fast that they don’t even really fit
But man, you know
I still had to get it for my boy though, you know
You haven’t met your grandfather yet, that nigga a trip
He probably coulda did stand-up
Yeah, but at the same time he’s a stand up
And that’s how you gon’ be when it’s time to man up
October baby for irony sake, of course
I got this 11 tatted for somebody, now it’s yours
And believe me, I can’t wait to get a hundred more
Sorry I’m ventin’, tryna cover ground
They said that in two weeks you’re supposed to come in town
Hopefully by the time you hear this
Me and your mother will have come around
Instead of always cuttin’ each other down

[Bridge]
God willin’, I got a good feelin’
You got a good spirit
We’ll talk more when you hear this
My G

[Outro]
No one to guide me, I’m all alone
No one to cry on
I need shelter from the rain
To ease the pain
I’m changing from boy to a man
No one to guide me, I’m all alone
No one to cry on
I need shelter from the rain
To ease the pain
I’m changing from boy to a man
I’m all alone, no one to cry on
I need shelter from the rain
To ease the pain
I’m changing from boy to a man

Kanye West – Kids See Ghosts lyrics

[Chorus: Yasiin Bey]
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Spirit, moving around, just moving around
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts
Spirit, yeah that’s the king

[Verse 1: Kid Cudi]
Stop that movement, stop that movement
Y’all can’t move me, this my movie
Y’all can’t stop me, ya’ll too sloppy
Carbon copied, carbon
Same thing, in a room
Sittin’ by myself, findin’ heaven soon
Many things that will trouble you
Look beyond for a feelin’ like you never knew
Reachin’ out huntin’ for the truth
I guessin’ I’m just sick of runnin’
All this time searching hard for somethin’
I can hear the angels comin’

[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Spirit, moving around, just moving around
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts
Spirit, yeah that’s the king

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Well it took me long enough to rap on this strong enough
Paid this sh*t just gon’ give up
Cause Ye just gon’ live up to everything
That sucks to you and that’s never enough
Thought I’d be clever enough to give up while I’m ahead
I like breakfast in bed but I love breakfast and head
For anybody who said that I was better off dead
Told ’em, “don’t ever believe nothin’ that you ever read”
Got a Bible by my bed, oh yes I’m very Christian
Constantly repentin’ ’cause yes I never listen
Don’t like bein’ questioned and don’t like bein’ less than any a competition in any of my professions
So I gotta guess then, I gotta stay the best man
What else you expect from, uh, Mr. West man
Painted from Western, space like a relative
Bet you ain’t see it, man, call on the telephone
And when they see you they say “Damn you got hella grown
Always thought you’d make it but damn now you hella known
Let’s address some topics that I can embellish on”
How we made enough bread for us to put some relish on
I’ma rellish on the fact vibing on the future
Ultralight building in the building by amateur
Herzog and De Meuron in an office out in Basel
No not Miami, Switzerland (ahahaha)

[Chorus: Yasiin Bey]
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Spirit, moving around, just moving around
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts
Spirit, yeah that’s the king

[Bridge: Yasiin Bey]
Civilization, without society
Power and wealth with nobility
Stability, without stasis
Places and spaces
Civilization, without society
Power and wealth with nobility
Stability, without stasis
Spaces and places

[Chorus: Yasiin Bey]
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts, ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Yeah that’s the king
And what’s a crown for the clouds, movin’ around
Yeah that’s the king
And what’s a crown to the clouds, movin’ around

G Herbo – Focused Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, [?]
Know I’m in Miami right now, this the Miami section, it’s real
It’s the L.A. section [?]
Man, my niggas [?]
We on that gang shit, [?]
We on all that flashin’ too
They rock with [?]
Put Maison Margielas on, we callin’ the caps

[Verse]
I rock that Gucci shit and Prada (ayy)
Hit the scene lookin’ like a million dollars
I was dead broke, made no excuses
Fuck, nigga, I don’t wanna hear about it (’bout it)
I was on the block, you ain’t care ’bout it
When they killed Rock you ain’t care ’bout it (care ’bout it)
Now I’m on top, tell me how, nigga lookin’ for me
Turn my phone off on everybody
Since then [?] b’s, b’s
[?] up with a red lighter
Keep your bitch on her knees
She ain’t got potential to wife her but fuck it, I head like it (woo)
Bitch ain’t fuckin’, why you on my bed like it?
[?] tonight, she ‘a get excited (bitch)
When the cops come, yeah, you better hide it (bitch)
Bitch, don’t come here ‘less you’re invited (bitch)
Yeah, it’s that nigga again, now that nigga again back on business again, ayy
Handle your business, young man, how you do all that shit independent, and win? Ayy
Count up them digits again, every month I get residuals in
Here for the hustlers, stack all the shit that come in, and take care of your mama (take care of your mama)
Take care of your children, take care of your nigga, stay out that drama (for real)
Go watch everybody, the moment they do somethin’ funny, then fuck it (for real)
Nigga run up on you, then buck it (for real)
Kill a fuck nigga, it’s nothin’ (ayy)
Wanna rob with me? It’s nothin’
Ran it up, a milli with nothin’ (with nothin’)
I don’t cooperate with the police, I ain’t tellin’ ’em nothin’ (I ain’t tellin’ ’em nothin’)
I’ma blow this bitch in public, fuck it
Yeah, it ain’t no discussion
I ain’t with none of the bluffin’
I ain’t with the yellin’ and arguin’, fightin’ and tussin’ (yeah)
I’ma just up, get the buster (buster), buyin’ out whatever, who want it? (who want it?)
Nigga want smoke, we on it (we on it)
I don’t never see no opponents (I don’t never see no opponents)
That’s how I always got what I wanted
That’s why I spent racks when I want it (spent racks when I want it)
Nigga reach for my PC, get gunned (get gunned)
I dare a fuck nigga who wanna? (wanna, yeah)
And I put in work by my lone (my lone)
Get put on a shirt if you wanna (get put on a shirt)
Whole lotta haters, I know it (I know)
Wish I still had work on the corner (wish I had work on the corner)
I [?] problem is money (money)
In the stu’, gotta look twenty [?] (gotta look twenty [?])
In the field gotta watch for the phonies
Kobe told me to watch for the homies
Know right know I just gotta stay focused (stay focused)
Dip for somethin’ on the block for the homies (uh)

[Chorus]
Tell all my real niggas, “stay focused” (stay focused)
All my niggas find tasks, they focused (they focused)
If you do it for the five, stay focused (stay focused)
Tryna slam a lil’ kush, they bogus (they bogus)
All [?] window, she lacin’ the ocean
‘Member couldn’t sleep, seein’ rats and roaches (seein’ rats and roaches)
Yeah, but let you tell, nigga, it was all fame and fortune (it was all fame and fortune)
Tell all my real niggas, “stay focused” (stay focused)
All my niggas find tasks, they focused (they focused)
If you do it for the five, stay focused (stay focused)
Tryna slam a lil’ kush, they bogus (they bogus)
All [?] window, she lacin’ the ocean
‘Member couldn’t sleep, seein’ rats and roaches (seein’ rats and roaches)
Yeah, but let you tell, nigga, it was all fame and fortune (it was all fame and fortune)

Kali Uchis – Miami lyrics

(feat. BIA)

[Intro: Kali Uchis]
Kali Uchis
BIA
Las cabroncitas
Bienvenidos a Miami

[Verse 1: Kali Uchis]
I can feel it in the air, ooh, Miami
(Miami, Miami, Miami, Miami)
How you pay off all them bills? (How?) Ooh, her panties
(How you gonna pay ’em all?)
When I was just a little girl (I was just a little girl)
Had my sight set on a bigger world
Got myself a visa
And started catching flights to where the grass is greener

[Chorus: Kali Uchis]
Live fast and never die, I’m moving at the speed of light
I’ll take your money, raise the price, blow up the spot like dynamite
Live fast and never die, I’m moving at the speed of light
I’ll take your money, raise the price, blow up the spot like dynamite

[Verse 2: Kali Uchis]
Ain’t here to be cute, I ain’t here to impress
(No, no, no, no, no)
You know why I’m calling, I’m here to collect
(You now what I came for, I’m here to collect)
They look at me funny when I write a check
‘Cause they assumed I would be paying in sex
(Miami, Miami)
And I was looking for a job, and then I found one
(I found one)
He said he’d want me in his video like Bound 1
(Like Bound 1)
But why would I be Kim? I could be Kanye
In the land of opportunity and palm trees

[Chorus: Kali Uchis]
Live fast and never die, I’m moving at the speed of light
I’ll take your money, raise the price, blow up the spot like dynamite
Live fast and never die, I’m moving at the speed of light
I’ll take your money, raise the price, blow up the spot like dynamite

[Bridge: Kali Uchis + BIA]
Don’t do what I’m runnin’ from, but I’m always on the run
Now I can’t afford to look back, back
Hey! (Kali)
I just wanna know (BIA), if you wanna run let’s go

[Verse 3: BIA]
Split fast in the 2-seat, blowin’ Kali Uchis
Prolly with a Fronto, never see me smoke a loosey
Need my money pronto, you don’t wanna see me moody
If you knew me, then you’d probably wanna get to know the new me
Vamo’, pa Miami, how we live la vida loca
Me llamo perico pero no me gusta coca
New vice now I need a blunt with my Mimosa
Never get it twisted, ain’t too bougie for Corona
With a lime on the side, I bring my sand to the trap
‘Cause my baggage is way too expensive to pack
I be ten toes down, two hands in the bag
‘Cause when you fast forward you don’t ever look back, uh

[Chorus: Kali Uchis]
Live fast and never die, I’m moving at the speed of light
I’ll take your money, raise the price, blow up the spot like dynamite
Live fast and never die, I’m moving at the speed of light
I’ll take your money, raise the price, blow up the spot like dynamite

[produced by: David Andrew Sitek, Om’Mas Keith & DJ Dahi]

Playboi Carti – Top Lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
What? Huh?

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building

[Verse]
Griping that nine till I die
Made my first mill in July
Fucked that lil bitch till she cry
I’m in Miami like Plies
Eighty-one thousand that right, eighty-one thousand that mike
Working that bitch and get right
I call up Elliot twice
I get that bitch and get right
I put that bih on that dope
I get that dope that she like
Yeah, Yeah Ball like a bank
These niggas they bite
They takin’ my swag they swipe
VVS diamonds, I’m in the bed with the dentist
Back-to-back like tennis
I’m in the spot like a chemist
I ain’t going back outside
Yeah lil hoe you can get it
I ain’t going back outside
Yeah lil hoe you can get it

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building

Playboi Carti – Home (KOD) Lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home

[Verse 1]
She a loyal bitch, you gotta pay for those
She a spoiled lil bitch, I bought her all her clothes
You know I treat you good, I don’t wanna meet your hoes
I took you out the hood, I took you to my shows
We took a lot of pics and now we look like goals
We tried some new things, we fucked a couple hoes
Changin’ mood swings, you got me on those
We gettin’ back in, walked through the back door
You had some surgeries, but it’s a fact though
You like the cash girl, you helped the cash grow
You drivin’ Lambos, with some leg room
Girl, I’m waiting on you, bring that bag home (ooh)

[Chorus]
Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home

[Verse 2]
She don’t play with bitches, she don’t play with hoes
Yeah she wit the shit, she might kill a hoe
Get this hit by Carti?, Yeah my bitch on go
When she on that molly, anything goes
She was in Miami, on a fuckin’ boat
With some ball players she left them niggas broke
She said “text my phone”, Tell me I’m alone
I respond back, “When you comin’ home?”
She respond back, “I was in my zone”
The money counter on, the money counter on
Hold up, what you talkin’ bout, come here
Girl I’m waitin’ on you
Bring that bag home

[Chorus]
Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home