Yung Bans – Wish I Had Lyrics



[Chorus]
Yeah
Thought about it before I did it, I really wish I had
I really wish I had
I really wish I had
I really wish I weren’t so sad
Michael Jackson’s bad
Rob him wit’ no mask, yeah
Cut his throat with glass, yeah
Stuck in my ways, in way too deep
It took a lot of pain and heartbreak just for me to see
I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week
I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week

[Verse 1]
Niggas rap ’bout it, but they don’t even know the half
They don’t even know the half
They don’t even know the half
You was never in them trenches with me gettin’ that fast cash
Gettin’ that fast cash
Gettin’ that fast cash (yeah)
Fuck Hollywood, bitch I’m in the hood forever, hmm
Mama say I’m foolish, mama know she taught me better, ay
Streets made me numb, save your tears, please don’t shed ’em, ay
Nina on my hip, get it poppin’ like a kettle
Free my daddy, free my brother, free my other brothers too
This for all my young niggas who been really goin’ through it
I was locked up, 5 months, and nobody ride but you
Mama, (?), no this ain’t the truth

[Chorus]
Yeah
Thought about it before I did it, I really wish I had
I really wish I had
I really wish I had
I really wish I weren’t so sad
Michael Jackson’s bad
Rob him wit’ no mask, yeah
Cut his throat with glass, yeah
Stuck in my ways, in way too deep
It took a lot of pain and heartbreak just for me to see
I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week
I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week

[Verse 2]
I know (?) my daddy, he show no support
He took his own course, now he up the road, north
He ain’t even show up to court
But I’m a bigger sport
Still love that little bitty whore
I’m still your second little boy
I mean no disrespect, but mama, this is how I feel
Why you out here lookin’ for love, I heard that love kills
I got so much money, I’ll make a change in your life for real
Be your knight in shining armour like I’m made of steel
I feel like Jodye (?) baby boy
Tell me grow up, can’t play with toys, yeah
I got a little son, had to make a choice, yeah
Should I use my head, should I use my voice, yeah
And you was the first one to tell me
You gon’ die, go to jail, playin’ in these streets
Had to see it for myself ’cause I ain’t believe
I’ve been goin’ through the system since I was 15

[Chorus]
Yeah
Thought about it before I did it, I really wish I had
I really wish I had
I really wish I had
I really wish I weren’t so sad
Michael Jackson’s bad
Rob him wit’ no mask, yeah
Cut his throat with glass, yeah
Stuck in my ways, in way too deep
It took a lot of pain and heartbreak just for me to see
I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week
I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week



Vic Mensa – Reverse lyrics



[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
See this when I’m sleepin’
You can work my [?]
And my nina, she’s a diva
Purrin’ like we’ll feed her
Pipe her [?]
Chili on the chain, seats exceeded
Shawty wanna race like a beatle liter
Push T’s like a [?]
Like three stripes and a slash, I’m undefeated
Red ons, tip-toin’
Push button, kill John
Road too, felt cool in an old school, Vince Vaughn
Vroom vroom, nitro with the turbo
Pour that Ace of Spades up, we don’t sweat no [?]
Got the [?] off of the top my shell, I’m a turtle
Shawty tryna find it, throw it in reverse though

[Chorus: Vic Mensa]
Aston Martin, push-button motor
Migos on the ice, anti-sauna
Go, oh, oh
Floss, floss, let me see how you work
You boys smokin’ dirt, we smokin’ Larry Bird
Straitjacket, go berzerk
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Yeah, bend that ass over, throw it backwards
Moonwalkin’ to the n*gger like I’m Michael Jackson
Make a film with your bitch, turn into an actor
Shimmy out and then she ate a pill after
I get clothes from Vaccarello
I get [?] from [?]
I get packages from Paris, drop that Fed-Ex on my name
I get runway, off the runway, to the runway on the plane
Told you we are not the same, see that Spider switchin’ lanes
Give it some gas, look at the dash
What’s is he doin’? He goin’ fast
Look at the whip, look at him smash
Look at him skrt, look at the cash
It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s a man that’s gone insane
He’s in stage in a straight jacket, this is not a game
Yeah, lit like a candle, I been too much to handle
This velvet jacket’s fragile
‘Kay, be careful when you handle, please
Yeah, your hands look kind of dusty
Please be careful how you touch me
In Paris, out the country, ayy

[Chorus: Vic Mensa]
Aston Martin, push-button motor
Migos on the ice, anti-sauna
Go, oh, oh
Floss, floss, let me see how you work
You boys smokin’ dirt, we smokin’ Larry Bird
Straitjacket, go berzerk
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse

Kris Wu – Deserve (Lido Remix) lyrics

(feat. Travis Scott)

[Intro: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yah

[Verse 1: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
I got all this money, so I know you won’t expect this (yahhh)
Runnin’ on the low-low, but I know that you interested
I just made a call, you and your girls is on the guest list (yah, yah)
Maybe you’re still liquor, but I swear I wanna French kiss (it’s lit)
And that body on you girl, I promise that’s impressive
Rollie on my wrist, I’m trynna chill, but still I’m flexin’
Baby, you a star and all these others girls is extras (yah)
I been on the block, I’m trynna build with you like Tetris, oh (straight up)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song about you

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Kris Wu]
I might write a song about you tonight (you tonight)
You the perfect melody for the life (and what I like)
Let me make you famous, Michael Jackson dangerous
You my favorite song, add you to my playlist (oh)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
You don’t gotta sleep alone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Kris Wu]
Girl, you know that you a freak
Shawty, you belong with me
Let me get you in your zone
Maybe we can take it home,
Girl, you know that you a freak
Shawty, you belong with me
Let me get you in your zone
Maybe we can take it home,

[Outro: Kris Wu]
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah

Big Flip Papi – Money On The Way lyrics

Verse 1
It’s Okayi got money on the way
Chef it bag it up, yeah we hungry round the way
We do it real right, round the clock all night
That hustles in my blood, can’t get it out my life
G5 whips the color of rose gold
He fly switch, the phantom to the rose
Bezel on the Rollie uh, looking so bold
Back hammer out on homie, guaranteed your son will fold
Oh forgive you me you don’t know?
Whoaaa even Black Rob would say you got to go
No! Big Flip Papi that nigga
Call me Michael Jackson, with a million dollar zipper
Tipper, I fell in love with a stripper
Got money on the way, and she knows that I’m a hit her

Hook
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Cop it off the lot got money on the way
It’s okay I got money on the way
Pop that Ciroc got money on the way
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Money, Money, got money on the way
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Drop them checks, got money on the way

Verse 2
It’s Okay I left the trap to the youngings
They don’t play, steam the Mac if you fronting
Flee dropping checks, and a nigga came from nothing
Key round my neck, go getter, I ain’t stunting
They see my respect, so they know I ain’t bluffing
All them years locked up top, now I’m worth something
Villas, yachts, double shots at the bar
My hitters pop, licking shots at you frauds
And we always got back up, when we fall
Got money on the way, yeah, it’s knocking at my door
Flew to Italy shopped at designer stores
Bought her so many bags she ain’t even want more
I’m living good now, no doubts, so sure
Body bags at money banks, looking like a morgue
She bounce to the beat, ass dropping to the floor
Her money on the way
You make it rain, we make it pour

Hook
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Cop it off the lot got money on the way
It’s okay I got money on the way
Pop that Ciroc got money on the way
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Money, Money, got money on the way
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Drop them checks, got money on the way

Mike G – Wreckless Lyrics

You been obedient. I been lenient
The coupe double cup. You see me lean in it
I ain’t preaching it. Bitch be appreciative
Keep it secretive won’t front like I don’t know ya
Girl with them eyes I do what you wanna
I say hypnotize she say controlla
It’s like She know everything I love
Rockstar speedin off from the midnight club. Even though the whip clean she wreckless
She break a block down drop it make a line disappear like Tetris
Cocky puttin on my best Kanye west impression
Cruising sections trynna add a Barbie bitch to my collection
I forgot mention to hail to the chief when I step in
See that’s presidential shit I had to dress for the election, yo

It’s bittersweet how you don’t listen
Tonight, we need to see them bad intentions
You been obedient. I been lenient
The coupe, double cup. You see me lean in it

Niggas in Hollywood reaching for a role
Jack Frost but you gon regret leaving me in the cold
Hit the house with black mask when the cops at the door
And say the black man rob watch a nigga say woah
Pete Maravich with the 44
Dial up soldiers. creepin up slow
Give me the drop like she do it for radio
Turn the bed to a Carnival and put on a freak show
I know, there’s no way that you can be the hardest without sum’n
That’ll make em get up like graffiti artist
So fairly.. imma do it til they obey me
Jewels on my neck, smile on my face straight to the bank, see

It’s bittersweet how you don’t listen
Tonight we need to see those bad intentions
You been obedient. I been lenient
The coupe double cup. You see me lean in it

We took the long route. I’m talking scenic shit
Son came from fire. I’m talking Phoenix shit
I’m what danger is that Michael Jackson
Chief when I’m rappin uh, I’m bout that action

03 Greedo – If I Wasn’t Rappin

[Intro]
03
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby, wasn’t rappin’ baby
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby

[Chorus]
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
You know I’d be trappin’ daily
Sippin’ shit, I’m rappin’ baby
She say I be actin’ shady
Wake up and I’m after payments
Bitch, I’m tryna grab Mercedes

[Verse]
And I’m playin’ them naked ladies
Save the cash and never save ’em
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
I’d be back stuck on the pavement
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
I’d’ve never left the station
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
I’d still be on that vacation
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
I’d never be here to taste ya
That’s the part that drive you crazy
‘Member when I caught them cases
You thought they would take you, Jason
Thank the Lord I wasn’t patient
I did it without the stations
Took a loss and rearranged it
Took a charge and didn’t say shit
Sweet lady, need a replacement
You feel good, get left for ravin’
Fly bitch from where I be bangin’
[?] in my fuckin’ favor
Bitch, I’m from another planet
Where we speak a different language
Fuck the jury and the plaintiff
Word to Chase, he fuckin’ saved me
Reason why I got the [?]
Now I’m here to bring the plaques
Hottest shit since Michael Jackson
Janet Jackson, satisfaction
Love my sisters on some black shit
White girl in my fuckin’ baggage
White girl made me fuckin’ happy
Fuck the bounty, I’m just laughin’
‘Cause you drove out here to grab me
I got out soon as I landed
Waited longer on the package
Now they know I’m really trappin’
And I still don’t know what happened
Realest nigga in first class
The realest statement in your caption
"#Free03, my favourite rapper"

[Break]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
03
Yeah, yeah
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby

[Chorus]
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
You know I’d be trappin’ daily
Sippin’ shit, I’m rappin’, baby
She say I be actin’ shady
Wake up and I’m after payments
Bitch, I’m tryna grab Mercedes
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
You know I’d be trappin’ daily
Sippin’ shit, I’m rappin’, baby
She say I be actin’ shady
Wake up and I’m after payments
Bitch, I’m tryna grab Mercedes

[Outro]
And [?] naked ladies
Save the cash and never save ’em
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
I’d be back stuck on the pavement
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
I’d’ve never left the station
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
I’d still be on that vacation
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
I’d never be here to taste ya
That’s the part that drive you crazy
‘Member when I caught them cases
You thought they would take you, Jason
Thank the Lord I wasn’t patient
I did it without the stations
Took a loss and rearranged it

Hoodrich Pablo Juan – Faygo Cream (feat. Duke)

[Chorus: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
‘Bout gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean

[Verse 1: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Yeah, you could leave me in the hood, with no clothes
Bet you I’ma catch a ho before I catch a cold
Ooh, cross ’em out like hot sauce, I’m balling like a pro
We gon’ pull up strapped up to every show
I bet you I’ma handle business, and that’s for sure
Ooh, mama told me chase that money, say fuck them hoes
Ooh, just hope it ain’t no witness, I got blood on the floor
I got too many bitches, I don’t love none’ them hoes
Yeah, I might start moonwalking like I’m Michael Jackson
I got on too much fashion, my wrist doing magic
I got the diamonds on my wrist dancing
I’m throwing that money in Magic City
I wanna fuck, she got ass and titties
Drinking that lean, I got bad kidneys
Molly in the bag, got my mask with me

[Chorus: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Hit the lab and pop a bean, all my bitches mean
I’m a rockstar, I spent two thousand on jeans
Drank got me movin’ slow, I’m sippin’ on lean
And we not drinking no green
They pull out their cameras when I’m on the scene
That bitch ain’t bad, she a thot
Nigga try me, gotta die
I went and broke down a pot
I got that shit out the pot
Bitch I cannot tie the knot
Trappin’ and rappin’ with fire
I just might peel out the lot
Don’t know what I’m sippin’ but I poured a lot

[Chorus: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean

[Verse 3: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Yeah, Pablo Juan, call me your majesty
I fucked her and I ain’t call her and now she mad at me
I be fresh to death, yeah, it’s a tragedy
I got it on lock but I heard you had the key
Yeah, gettin’ money every day, now you mad at me
Ooh, I don’t fuck with hater niggas, ain’t my cup of tea
Yellow Lamb, black guts, call it bumblebee
Bought a new AP, man I think they on to me

[Chorus: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean

Young Dolph – Playa Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
Ayyyy
Buddah blessed this beat

[Verse 1]
What up?
All of these diamonds on me, they say I ain’t playin’ fair (damn)
Pull up at the mansion, I got cameras everywhere (uh)
Dobermans in the backyard like the president (uh)
Fifty bitches on my dick, call me Dolph the pimp (hey)
Don’t give a fuck, ain’t a rich nigga, you a shrimp (lil boy)
Court side with my lil son watchin’ LeBron and them, hah
P’s of cannabis, my nigga I sold tons of them, hah
Drop a bag on his head, each and every one of them, hah
And these bitches (what?), nah, we don’t love none of them (nah)
The police get behind this Rari, I’ma run from them (skrrt)
You know that they smokin’ weed and they got guns in there (yeah yeah)
Got a bad bitch waitin’ on me with no underwear (yeah yeah)
Black skirt, not a lick of panties under there (uh-huh)
Gangster from the start, my heart ain’t got no love in there (uh-huh)
They always on my IG just to see what I wear
Got somebody’s bitch bent over, from the back and pullin’ hair (huh)
Fuck it, I don’t care (fuck it)
Count better than I spell (fuck it)
It smoke how it smell (fuck it)
Fuck ’em, send some shells (fuck ’em)
I just bought a P to smoke and I ain’t got shit for sale (nah)
I know you can tell (what?), I’m a fuckin’ player (player)

[Chorus]
Player (player), player (player), player (player), player (player)
Motherfuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), I’m a fuckin’ player
Player player (player), player (player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), motherfuckin’ player

[Verse 2]
Look how that shit hit (shine), Michael Jackson dancin’ (dance)
White bitch told me she wanna go fuck to Marilyn Manson (hol’ up)
My hood bitch said she wanna fuck me good then make a sandwich (okay)
I turned it to a traphouse but at first it was abandoned (trap)
The game been good to me (yeah)
A quarter milly every week (yeah)
I dream about cake when I sleep (yeah)
I wake up like it’s time to eat, hey
Fuck you, pay me (give me that)
Secure the bag daily (whoa whoa)
I’m thinkin’ new Mercedes
Your main bitch my baby (hah)
I fucked your favorite public figure but she say we dated (uh-uh)
My lil nigga can’t stay out of jail, he keep catchin’ cases (damn)
Two of my dogs, they fell out ’bout money and I swear I hate it (shit man)
I put extra ice on my wrist because it keep on achin’ (woo)
I put her legs behind her and now she keep on shakin’ (woo)
Bitch I went from a Cutlass (Cutlass), to a double R (R)
Light up my blunt then push a button, that motherfucker start (yeah)
Trap nigga living large (yeah)
I put that on God (ayy)

[Chorus]
Player (player), player (player), player (player), player (player)
Motherfuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), I’m a fuckin’ player
Player player (player), player (player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), motherfuckin’ player

Cam O’bi – TenderHeaded (feat. Smino)

[Chorus]
How come I can’t do what fuck I want do?
How come, how come?
Tryna get this skraight, no damn hot comb through
How come, how come?
Weavin’ through the naps, dreams been on hold
Since my cradle hit the flo
Tender head, my denim skrong
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaah

[Verse 1: Cam O’bi]
Remember when I was a kiddo, growin’ up in the middle
Windows lining my smile, silver teeth underneath my pillow
A nigga had a nappy head like a Brillo pad
Sister said I need to do somethin’ about them beedy-beed naps
Snackin’ on Andy Capp’s with a pickle and a quarter water
Walked in the barbershop asked me what I wanted
I told that man I wanted to look like Superman
But when he had the long hair
You know, kinda like Michael Jackson?
The damn barber just started laughin’
I cried as he gave me that bald fade
Afro puffs hit the flo’, symbolic of sheddin’ my innocence
I guess I thought they were magicians or alchemists or mathematicians
With algebraic, calculus algorithms designed to cure me of my nappiness
Like a perm burned off my happiness, I sat silently acquiescent, pitfalls of adolescence
Spitballs and scrabble sessions and tattle-tales
Playing around in the hallway like one of Santa’s elves
"You wanna goto jail?", "Hell naw, mister security!"
Got sent to the principal for my potty mouth
Talkin’ bout some, "give me your number so we can call the house"
But gimme got shot, so the ink stainin’ my record now
You pull a comb thru my afro that shit’ll crackle like a bowl full of Rice Krispies
Rollin’ my innocence in a cigarillo like

[Chorus]
How come I can’t do what fuck I want do?
How come, how come?
Tryna get this skraight, no damn hot comb through
How come, how come?
Weavin’ through the naps, dreams been on hold
Since my cradle hit the flo
Tender head, my denim skrong
How come, how come?
How come I can’t say what fuck I want say?
How come, how come?
Tender braids, but I can’t make my eyes rain
How come, how come?
Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb
When my cradle hit the flo’
Tender head, my genes on swole
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah

[Verse 2: Smino]
I don’t wanna sing the Star-Spangled Banner
Unless it’s produced by David Banner
Elbows on the lunch table, eatin’ on a gravy sammich
Lil’ nigga, no table manners
Crazy it attracted shawty’s
On the back of the bus gettin’ neck had a knack for noggin’
Lil’ nick at nighttime
Googlin’ booty, beauty illusions polluted and deep-rooted in my mind
My block was a Rubix
Anywhere you turned, the shit was hot around the clock
And they could not ice cube it, damn
Mama, I don’t like this school shit
Fuck an alogarithm, I’ll log into the music, damn
Daddy, I don’t like this school shit
I beat the desk until my knuckles bleed
All my teachers think I’m challenged mentally
But my mental skrong, know who I wanna be
Instantly began a surgery
Bada-bing, Voila!, made wings wit the words, Hallelujah, Yah bitch, Yah!
All my blessings came when I accepted I’m not y’all
I been put it down the line like laundry
They told find something more concrete
Now a lil’ nigga breakin’ concrete
Praises to God I ain’t no convict
They’ll never take away my confidence

[Chorus]
How come I can’t do what fuck I want do?
How come, how come?
Tryna get this skraight, no damn hot comb through
How come, how come?
Weavin’ through the naps, dreams been on hold
Since my cradle hit the flo
Tender head, my denim skrong
How come, how come?
How come I can’t say what fuck I want say?
How come, how come?
Tender braids, but I can’t make my eyes rain
How come, how come?
Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb
When my cradle hit the flo’
Tender head, my genes on swole
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah

Chance The Rapper Says Lil Wayne Is The Michael Jackson Of Rap Music

Chance The Rapper thinks that Lil Wayne is the Michael Jackson of rap music.

The Chicago emcee recently got into a Twitter row with some fans who claimed that he is the only independent artist to make it big and no other indie artists will ever get as big as he is. That assessment didn’t sit well with Chance who taste mainstream success over the last two years. The argument started over an article about the same topic involving a conversation between Apple Music’s Carl Chery and the hosts of Everyday Struggle where he spoke about the deal Chance the Rapper made with Apple to release his 2016 album The Coloring Book exclusively on Apple Music for two weeks.

Chery didn’t disclosed the full amount of the deal, but did say that Chance is a phenomenal artist with a great team around him. What really got the “No Problem” rapper angry was when some folks suggested that no other indie artist will reach the same height as he is. 2017 was a big year for artists signing major label deals. One fan on Twitter then asked him who is the Michael Jackson of rap.

“People jokingly say Em’s the Elvis of rap.. Well who’s the Michael Jackson of rap?,” the fan asked to which Chance responded saying, “Dwayne Michael Carter Jr. He been in this sh*t.” Dwayne Carter is Lil Wayne’s real name and comparing him to the great king of pop is far reaching given the heights that Michael Jackson reached in music.

People jokingly say Em’s the Elvis of rap.. Well who’s the Michael Jackson of rap?

— Lucius Septimius Bassianus (@CrookedIntriago) December 24, 2017

Dwayne Michael Carter Jr. He been in this shit. https://t.co/90sQ8sArfu

— Chance The Rapper (@chancetherapper) December 24, 2017

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Ishawna Channels Michael Jackson For Raunchy New Single “Eat It”


Ishawna is cuing up “Equal Rights” part two, a song tentatively titled “Eat It.”

The female dancehall star ignited a heated debate in dancehall earlier this year with “Equal Rights” not just for its sexually explicit lyrics, but more for the message she is sending to the male fans in dancehall. Last weekend she previewed a new single that sounds more like a “Equal Rights” followup. The new single sampled Michael Jackson’s classic “Beat It” but Ishawn put a spin on it and say “Eat It.”

“Ishawna “Equal Rights” Jackson Ladies should I release the full version? #EatIt,” she wrote on Instagram. Some of her fans are saying it’s time for her to move on to another topic, while others support the new single. “Too much about eatings now its time to tackle another topic, this kind a getting played out now Ishawna,” one fan wrote. Nevertheless, sources inside her circle confirmed with Dancehall HipHop that the new single could arrive as early as this week.

Take a listen to the snippet below and leave your comment.

Ishawna "Equal Rights" Jackson ??? Ladies should I release the full version?! ??? #EatIt

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NAUGHTY BOY – One Chance To Dance lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m no professional dancer
Baby, I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But I would learn any move
Get with any groove
Just to dance with you
I’ll let my feet do the talking
I met her out when I’m walking
Show you what I can do
And you know it’s true
When I dance with you

[Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh, give me your hand
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I’ll be who I am
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Post-Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me one chance, one chance to dance
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Verse 2]
I’m no professional dancer
Baby, give me your answer
I’ll practice everyday
Don’t care what record plays
When I dance with you
You take the lead and I’ll follow
I’ll take my pride and I’ll swallow
May not have Jagger moves
But I ain’t gonna lose
When I dance with you

[Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh, give me your hand
I’ll be who I am
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Post-Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me one chance, one chance to dance
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Bridge]
And if I fall to my knees
I won’t crumble and freeze
I’ll pick myself up and I’ll try it again, and again until you see
I’ll take you by the hand
Just listen to me
Oh baby, if you could just give me a half of a chance
To make you understand
I know exactly who I am
I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Post-Chorus]
Give me one chance, one chance to dance
Give me one chance, one chance to dance
I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But give me one chance, one chance to dance
One chance, one chance to dance
One chance, one chance to dance

Kris Wu – Deserve (feat. Travis Scott)

[Intro: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yah

[Verse 1: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
I got all this money, so I know you won’t expect this (yahhh)
Runnin’ on the low-low, but I know that you interested
I just made a call, you and your girls is on the guest list (yah, yah)
Maybe you’re still liquor, but I swear I wanna French kiss (it’s lit)
And that body on you girl, I promise that’s impressive
Rollie on my wrist, I’m trynna chill, but still I’m flexin’
Baby, you a star and all these others girls is extras (yah)
I been on the block, I’m trynna build with you like Tetris, oh (straight up)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you’re a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Kris Wu]
I might write a song about you tonight (you tonight)
You the perfect melody for the life (and what I like)
Let me make you famous, Michael Jackson dangerous
You my favorite song, add you to my playlist (oh)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
You don’t gotta sleep alone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak
Shawty, you belong with me
Let me get you in your zone
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Outro: Kris Wu]
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah

KRIS WU – Deserve lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yah

[Verse 1: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
I got all this money, so I know you won’t expect this (yahhh)
Runnin’ on the low-low, but I know that you interested
I just made a call, you and your girls is on the guest list (yah, yah)
Maybe you’re still liquor, but I swear I wanna French kiss (it’s lit)
And that body on you girl, I promise that’s impressive
Rollie on my wrist, I’m trynna chill, but still I’m flexin’
Baby, you a star and all these others girls is extras (yah)
I been on the block, I’m trynna build with you like Tetris, oh (straight up)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you’re a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Kris Wu]
I might write a song about you tonight (you tonight)
You the perfect melody for the life (and what I like)
Let me make you famous, Michael Jackson dangerous
You my favorite song, add you to my playlist (oh)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
You don’t gotta sleep alone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak
Shawty, you belong with me
Let me get you in your zone
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Outro: Kris Wu]
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah

Kris Wu Ft. Travis Scott – Deserve Lyrics

(Intro: Kris Wu & Travis Scott)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yah

(Verse 1: Kris Wu & Travis Scott)
I got all this money, so I know you won’t expect this (yahhh)
Runnin’ on the low-low, but I know that you interested
I just made a call, you and your girls is on the guest list (yah, yah)
Maybe you’re still liquor, but I swear I wanna French kiss (it’s lit)
And that body on you girl, I promise that’s impressive
Rollie on my wrist, I’m trynna chill, but still I’m flexin’
Baby, you a star and all these others girls is extras (yah)
I been on the block, I’m trynna build with you like Tetris, oh (straight up)

(Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott)
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

(Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both))
Girl, you know that you’re a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

(Verse 2: Travis Scott & Kris Wu)
I might write a song about you tonight (you tonight)
You the perfect melody for the life (and what I like)
Let me make you famous, Michael Jackson dangerous
You my favorite song, add you to my playlist (oh)

(Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott)
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

(Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both))
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
You don’t gotta sleep alone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

(Bridge: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both))
Girl, you know that you a freak
Shawty, you belong with me
Let me get you in your zone
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both))
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

(Outro: Kris Wu)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah

IDK – Pizza Shop Extended (feat. Yung Gleesh, Doom & Del The Funky Homosapien)

Part I

[Intro]
Blow your mind

[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
This that drive-by
This that Shawty Lo in Impala
Hello out the whip
With the clip, make you bye-bye
Roll the windows up
Hotbox, smokin’ la la
Roll the windows down
See the opps, it’s a problem
Shit, really I’m a good boy
But that Trapaholics tag turned me to a hood boy
Blunt guts on the floor, I’m a Backwood boy
Lookin’ at me wrong, make you wish you never looked, boy
Screamin’ out the window like, “Fuck you, pay me”
Stick you for the cash like my nickname Baby (brrr)
Used to have a job, but that job barely paid me
Charley’s Grilled Subs tried to minimum wage me, lately
Hangin’ with my niggas makes me wanna start trouble
If they fight, I’ma fight, make this shit a royal rumble
I’m a gang gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’ run

[Chorus: Yung Gleesh & Jay IDK]
Here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ licks, ayy
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ licks, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run

[Verse 2: Jay IDK]
I used to wanna hang with Dae Dae and them (Dae Dae and them)
I used to wanna hang with Nelson and them (Nelson and them)
I used to wanna hang with Diemon and them (Diemon and them)
‘Til they gave all three 40 years in the Pen
But that’s the way you get respect when you tryna be ’bout it
Shit I was goin’ down that road, but my phone kept reroutin’
They tryna go the right way, but the left said, ayy
You gon’ ride, ride, ride, ride, ride for the gang
So now we speedin’ to the pizza place
Closin’ up, it’s gettin’ late
Someone gotta rob the shit
Everybody look at Jay
Gang, gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’
Run that shit

[Interlude]
Drop dis like a fuckin’ gunshot blaow!

Part II

[Intro: Jay IDK]
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat

[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
Now everybody get up on the fuckin’ ground
And if you make a sound, I might have to drown it with these rounds
Knowin’ I’m no killer, but fuck it, I’m tryna be that nigga
So my actin’ skills kick in, I’m Michael Jackson off of Thriller, hehehe
Where the safe at? Don’t make me ask again
Where the safe at?
Next question is: where the tape at?
That’s when I seen a red light blinkin’ in peripheral
I took the cam’s position and reversed it like reciprocal, hah
I put a gun to her neck, she put her hand on the safe
I hear a car creepin’ up and then I tell her to wait
Hold up, don’t make a sound, just let his ass drive around
And you will not feel a round, shhh
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Police car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creep

[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
Me the villain
Dudes known to do more hustlin’ than stealin’
Papi snatch your soul out if you’re in your feelings
Never do no types of discussions around dealings
Get focused, y’all
Telephone bring repercussions to your well-being
And Instagram put clowns in a jam
Doin’ 10 straight in a cell, hot plate eatin’ Spam
Wanna be the man, but don’t see the plan

[Verse 3: Del the Funky Homosapien]
Finally someone let me out of my cage
Little did they know, I’ma hit the front page in three days (damn)
These days peeps do anything to make a buck (I know)
Jackin’ jackers like they tryna win the sweepstakes
Each day I be fightin’ for my sanity (yeah)
My ho stay mad at me (what,) she just a liability (fuck it)
She called the pizza shop, said she needed a delivery
They arrived, but she broke, are you kiddin’ me?
I got back from answerin’ job calls
I seen a fool hop out the window, just boxers on
I recognized her from the pizza shop
I’m already deducin’ that my ho had to have somethin’ to do with this

Talib Kweli & Styles P – Last Ones (The Seven Album)

(Yeah)
(What’s Happenin’?)
(What’s Happenin’?)
(What’s up, what’s happenin, what’s up?)

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
These haters prayin’ they can celebrate the last one’s death
None of them niggas in my class that couldn’t pass one test
But that’s what happens when you rappin’ on a [?] depth
I never chat shit
The flow bat-shit, it’s major league
Major Keys like Khaled (it’s accurate)
Recognize a dime when you pass it
With this weapon I’s rhymin’, I’m an assassin
Put nine minutes to the casket, you bastards
Stare in the abyss and the Leviathan (oh yea)
You say a prayer for the dying men
Looking for that pleasure but you findin’ sin
Can’t be scared to take a loss if you tryin’ to win

[Verse 2: Styles P]
Recognize greatness, tenacious
Gracious, mark of design, the new Matrix
I can make Dr. Strange brain look basic
MCs on the dinner menu and I ain’t ate shit
Who’s the entree? I’m a giant like Andre
You just an appetizer, weak rapper in harm’s way
These elite rhymes, prayers and peace signs
Staring at the air, fled the joint, hope the beast died
Icy ass road, no brakes let the Jeep slide
Playing hide and seek with my sleep, where did he hide?
Popular, hook philosopher since knee high
Ironic, I really ran with the wolves at G high
You ain’t hearing me, higher power preparing me
To have a higher power in rap for transparency
I’m clear to you, I’m here with you
High and in the cloud, I should put it in the air for you

[Hook: Talib Kweli & Styles P]
All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
(Last ones, left right)
(Last ones, left right)
All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
(Last ones, left right)
(Last ones, left right)
(Last ones)

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
Paint it like I’m JJ, for real I’m not for play play
If I work then I get paid, they whip them slaves like the nae nae
I’m smashin’ ’em if you askin’ ’em what’s happenin’ and they say
I’m original, you a re-run, Dwayne hey hey hey
Do the rise got my squad information like what bae say
I seen my brother you got to be more specific when you say bae
A spark like a melee, feelings I don’t placate
Give a fuck what Michael Jackson and Paul McCartney say say say
Fuck the KKK, respect the family, me and you got a play date
I’ll send you to hell and Satan will be your playmate
O-K-K, like Lil Scrappy but pay attention to what they say
Sound like some old "catch me on payday" type niggas who like to get missin’
Nah, pay what you want (cough it up), but you ain’t the homie, now you don’t know me
Hip-hop on my shoulders like the demons or the sheriff
Or the stick you use for measurin’, way too sick for medicine

[Hook: Talib Kweli & Styles P]
All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
(Last ones, left right)
(Last ones, left right)
All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
(Last ones, left right)
(Last ones, left right)

[Verse 4: Styles P]
All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
Hatin’ cocksuckers hope I see the flash one night
‘Bout peace but I’ma grab my mask tonight
Man standin’, I’ma be the last one right
I rhyme wicked, I sit still, my mind vivid
Analyze the times and all of the signs with it
Pump fake the snakes and the rats and the swine with ’em
Smoke watch stars and go on the line with ’em, ghost

[Outro]
Oh, that my words were written
Oh, that they were inscribed in a book
Oh, that with an iron pen and lead they were engraved in the rock forever
Whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just
Whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable
If there is any excellence, if there is anything worth of praise
Think about these things

Jacquees – B.E.D.

I know you wanna love
But I just wanna fuck
And girl you know the deal
I gotta keep it real
I know you wanna see
I know you wanna be
In my B-E-D, grinding slowly
I know you wanna love
But I just wanna fuck
And girl you know the deal
I gotta keep it real
I know you wanna see
I know you wanna be
In my B-E-D, grinding slowly
Ay, what it is what you wanna know?
I done ripped about a hundred shows
You’ll be coming back to me
Ay, you’ll be coming back to me
Always worried ’bout them other hoes
And you’ll be on me when the money flows
And they be looking out for Quees
And they be looking out for Quees
Bitch bad, no Kanye
When we do it, do it our way
2015 Wanya
I don’t give no damn ’bout what ya mom say
Rollie wrist, I’m the shit
Twenty one with no kids
‘Bout to rain on a bitch (what)
I’ma rain on a bitch
I know you wanna love
But I just wanna fuck
And girl you know the deal
I gotta keep it real
I know you wanna see
I know you wanna be
In my B-E-D, grinding slowly
I know you wanna love
But I just wanna fuck
And girl you know the deal
I gotta keep it real
I know you wanna see
I know you wanna be
In my B-E-D, grinding slowly
Baby girl, she the action
Don’t know why you actin
She on ready-set-go, she will never let go
Need it all, fuck a fraction
Know she think I’m Michael Jackson
Billie Jean, moon walk
I need the front and the back end
She in love with the fashion
But she in love with the flashin’
Bitch, this ain’t ya money
Bitch, I spend it on you ‘cause you know I have it
With my woes in the six
Ex hoes, yeah, they sick
I’ma rain on a bitch
Let me rain on a bitch
I know you wanna love
But I just wanna fuck
And girl you know the deal
I gotta keep it real
I know you wanna see
I know you wanna be
In my B-E-D, grinding slowly
I know you wanna love
But I just wanna fuck
And girl you know the deal
I gotta keep it real
I know you wanna see
I know you wanna be
In my B-E-D, grinding slowly
Rollie wrist, I’m the shit
Twenty one with no kids
I’ma rain on a bitch
‘Bout to rain on a bitch
Rollie wrist, I’m the shit
Twenty one with no kids
I’ma rain on a bitch
‘Bout to rain on a bitch
Rollie wrist, I’m the shit
Twenty one with no kids
I’ma rain on a bitch
‘Bout to rain on a bitch
Rollie wrist, I’m the shit
Twenty one with no kids
I’ma rain on a bitch
‘Bout to rain on a bitch

Young Thug, 2 Chainz, Wiz Khalifa & PnB Rock – Gang Up

[Intro: PnB Rock]
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: PnB Rock]
I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz (Yeah)
I’m a villainous winner
With precision, I’m killing
Represent the religion
Ended up independent
Took my car to the clinic
Let ’em check all the vitals
Middle finger to rivals
Michael Jackson, my idol
Still ducked in a pie hole
Talk to the plug, every day except Cinco de Mayo
I still got me a Carlo
Still got money, Carlo
Your car running so bad, it stink up to your parlor
Call my rollie a Ralo
Call my AP a app
I ain’t talking seat-belts when I say that I’m strapped
I’m in love with my side hoe
I sneak up through the side door
I’ma show you what we ride for
I’ma show you what we die for

[Hook: PnB Rock]
I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m in my same lane, lane that ain’t gon’ ever change up
I blow the brain out the range like a Taz Angel
Here’s R.I.P. to Paul Walker homie, he gotta stand up
We had you main on us, no we got stains on us
And all we gotta do is stay down and come up while they flexin’ (What we gotta do?)
Yeah, I got her Indian and she Western
Yeah, just say so, money your best friend
Then that fast and furious started nesting
Say I’m bout to go take off on you (Take off on you)
Is staying, is you rolling like a scroller? yes you are
Your ready to take off like a 1980 Coke
He know that Instagram shit, are you gon’ post that

[Hook: PnB Rock]
I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, I’m always with my gang
We always ready to ride ‘case for the squad, we’ll do anything
Stay down, we’ll never change
We always gon’ stay the same
Put you in check, when you outta place
I try to tell ’em not to mess with my gang, gang, gang
We do what we gotta do and don’t complain-plain-plain
I’m on the road, I’m probably fresh up off the plane, plane, plane
Know you heard about me, I do my thang, thang, thang
I got the world on my back
I put your girl on her back
I did it all on my own
Now there ain’t no turning back
And my whole squad got my back
And shawty so bad, I asked her if she repped the gang, she said "Facts"
Gang, gang, gang

[Hook: PnB Rock]
I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up

Gang up – Young Thug feat. Wiz Khalifa lyrics

Lyrics Young Thug – Gang up

I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And crame up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up.

2 Chaiiiinz (Yeahhh)
I’m a villanious winner
With precision, I’m killing
We resent the religion
Ended up independent
Took my car to the clinic
Let ’em check all the vitals
Middle finger to rivals
Michael Jackson, my idol
Still ducked in a pie hole
Told to the plug, everyday except cinco de mayo
I still got me a Carlo
Still got money, Carlo
Your car running so bad, it stink up to your parlour
Call my rollie a Ralo
Call my AP a app
I ain’t talking seat-belts when I say that I’m strapped
I’m in love with my side hoe
I sneak up through the side door
I’ma show you what we ride for
I’ma show you what we die for.

I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up.

I’m in my same lane, lane that ain’t gon’ ever change up
I blow the brain out the range like a tasandra
Here’s R.I.P. to Paul Walker homie, he gotta stand up
We had you main on us, no we got stains on us
And all we gotta do is stay down and come up while they flexin’ (What we gotta do)
Yeah, I got her Indian and she Western
Yeah, just say so, money your best friend
Then that fast and furious started nesting
Say I’m bout to go take off on you (Take off on you)
Is staying, is you rolling like a scroller? yes you are
Your ready to take off like a 1980 Coke
He know that Instagram shit, all you gon’ post that.

I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up.

Yeah, I’m always with my gang
We always ready to ride for the squad, we’ll do anything
Stay down, we’ll never change
We always gon’ stay the same
Put you in check, when you outta place
I try to tell ’em not to mess with my gang, gang, gang
We do what we gotta do and don’t complain-plain-plain
I’m on the road, I’m probably fresh up off the plane, plane, plane
Know you heard about me, I do my thang, thang, thang
I got the world on my back versuri-lyrics.info
I put your girl on her back
I did it all on my own
Now there ain’t no turning back
And my whole squad got my back
And shawty so bad, I asked her if she repped the gang, she said “Facts”
Gang, gang, gang.

I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang uppp.
Young Thug lyrics
Video up

A. Chal – To The Light

[Intro]
I found a way, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
I said I found a way, to that light
To that light, I got it right

[Chorus]
I said I found a way, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
I said I found a way, to that light
To that light, I got it right
I said I found a way, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
I said I found a way, to that light
To that light, to that light

[Verse 1]
Blowin’ all this cash on the things that never last
I don’t want it, you can have it
Countin’ up this bag while I’m smokin’ out the bag
With my brother, yo roll another
Eyes bloodshed, marijuana
Starin’ at the eyes of my karma
I’m open, Michael Jackson and Nirvana
I’m tryna find my way to my dogma

[Chorus]
I said I found a way, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
I said I found a way, to that light
To that light, I got it right
I said I found a way, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
I said I found a way, to that light
To that light, I got it right

[Verse 2]
Now I see the signs, that’s why I’m pressin’ decline
When you call me, ain’t tryna hear it (hello?)
I turn to the guy that you said I couldn’t ride
Like it’s magic, I’m disappearin’
Head lookin’ down at my collar
I’ve been doin’ things how I wanna
Focused on the fam in mi casa
What you talkin’ ’bout? What you fall off?

[Chorus]
I said I found a way, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
I said I found a way, to that light
To that light, I got it right
I said I found a way, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
I said I found a way, to that light
To that light, I got it right

Future – Incredible Lyrics

[Intro]
It’s a light day
Ain’t got on nothin’ but about $700 thousand worth
That’s it
You know what I’m sayin’?

[Verse 1]
I was havin’ trust issues
But I’ve been havin’ way better luck since you
I know it’s true love with you
Told myself I don’t wanna fall in love with you
Rollin’ on the eway speedin’
Friday, just started the weekend
XO textin’, you respondin’
We gon’ go crazy with this money
We do hot yoga, 92 degrees
Can you stretch it out? Stretch it out for me
I got somewhere to be, but it’s hard to leave
When you do it like you mean it, I’m proceedin’
Is you the one? Is you the one?
Then she looked me in my eyes
Told me, “Fuck them pussy niggas
They ain’t ridin’ ’cause I’m ridin’
And I’m dyin’ for you, baby”
Got me feelin’

[Chorus]
In-incredible
In-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
Incredible

[Verse 2]
We can do exactly what you like, baby
And it’s all on me
We can take Vicodin tonight, baby
It’s all on me
We been textin’ back and forth
Now it’s time to get it crackin’
Girl take it all out, ’cause I know you active
Did you come to talk or is you ’bout that action?
Diamonds on my neck, moonwalkin’, Michael Jackson
I’ma have your body sweatin’ like you dipped in baby oil
I’ma do whatever it’s gon’ take to keep my baby spoiled
I’ma do whatever it’s gon’ take to shake these haters off
Put it off, fuck the cops
I just wanna show you off
I can see your flaws, she gon’ take me how I am
Hit it from the back, girl you know I’m goin’ ham
Fuck the pigs, girl you got me feelin’ like the man
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
In-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
Incredible
Yeah, yeah
Way you move your body, girl I’ll give you an advance
Know you, girl, you fuckin’ with a full-grown man
The way you move your body, I’ma have a change of plans
In-in-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
Incredible
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 3]
I’ma have your body sweatin’ like you dipped in baby oil
I’ma do whatever it take to keep my fuckin’ baby sprung
I’ma do whatever it takes to shake these fuckin’ bitches off
I’ma do whatever it takes and you gon’ be my personal
Dance, dance, girl you dancin’ like you strippin’ for this gold
Romance and we’ve all done been here before
But your passion, I hear it when you’re talkin’
We ain’t clashin’, you quiet when I’m talkin’
Put them diamonds on you, have ’em Billie Jean moonwalkin’
Put them diamonds on you, have ’emmmmm moonwalkin’
You get into everything exclusively, I’m honest
We don’t need nobody comin’ in between this money
These niggas already tryna invade the embassy
Good thing I changed and you got that remedy
The best thing about you, oh you’re that far from me
You a star to me

[Chorus]
In-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
Incredible
Yeah, yeah
Way you move your body, girl I’ll give you an advance
Know you, girl, you fuckin’ with a full-grown man
The way you move your body, I’ma have a change of plans
In-in-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
Incredible
In-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
Incredible
Yeah, yeah

Busted – Year 3000

One day when I came home at lunchtime I heard a funny noise
Went out to the backyard to find out if it was one of those rowdy boys
Stood there was my neighbor called Peter and a flux capacitor

He told me he’d built a time machine like one in a film I’ve seen yeah, yeah

He said
I’ve been to the year 3000
Not much has changed but they lived underwater
And your great, great, great-granddaughter is pretty fine (Is pretty fine)

He took me to the future in the flux thing and I saw everything
Boy bands and another one and another one and another one
Triple breasted women swim around town totally naked

We drove around in the time machine like one in a film I’ve seen Yeah, yeah

He said
I’ve been to the year 3000
Not much has changed but they lived underwater
And your great, great, great-granddaughter is pretty fine (Is pretty fine)

I took a trip to the year 3000
This song had gone multi-platinum
Everybody bought our seventh album
It had outsold Michael Jackson
I took a trip to the year 3000
this song had gone multi-platinum
Everybody bought our seventh album

We drove around in the time machine like one in a film I’ve seen
Yeah, yeah

I’ve been to the year 3000
Not much has changed but they lived underwater
And your great, great, great-granddaughter is pretty fine
She’s pretty fine

He said
I’ve been to the year 3000
Not much has changed but they lived underwater
And your great, great, great-granddaughter is pretty fine

Jacquees – Supposed Too (feat. Birdman) (Since You Playin Album)

[Intro]
(Rich Gang)
Ah
You know we goin’ up
Gotta keep goin’ up
Can’t stop goin’ up
(Beezo) Uh!
What you do?
This

[Hook]
Ran it up like I’m supposed to
Do it big like him supposed to
Stay down like I’m supposed to
Dab there like I’m supposed to
Secure the swag like I’m supposed to
Secure the bag like I’m supposed to
I’m Michael Jackson wit a gold tooth
I caught the wave, what they gon’ do?
Pussy nigga ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa
Hoho whoa
Pussy nigga ion ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa (I got ’em)
Hoho whoa

[Verse 1]
I push the lambo and it’s drop top
I got them dreads bitch I’m a mop top
I’m fine shoots at all the side talk
These diamonds shine look like the stars out
You play with me gon’ show up at ya mom house
Everything goes once the goons out
Damn it I put a bad bitch on a mission
Show her the playlist shawty go and get it
Double the profit now we gotta spend it
Pour up some G you know it keep her litty
Singin’ to her like I’m Otis
I hit the lil’ one and I hit the oldest
I just went from the shower to the boldest
Birdman the hottest bitch I be the coldest
Playin’ the game I’m winnin’ me some tokens
Money make all the bitches be important
But I ain’t got time for them hoes
Drop a dime on them hoes

[Hook]
Ran it up like I’m supposed to
Do it big like him supposed to
Stay down like I’m supposed to
Dab there like I’m supposed to
Secure the swag like I’m supposed to
Secure the bag like I’m supposed to
I’m Michael Jackson wit a gold tooth
I caught the wave, what they gon’ do?
Pussy nigga ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa
Hoho whoa
Pussy nigga ion ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa (Yeah)
Hoho whoa

[Verse 2: Birdman]
Pussy nigga we showed you
Spend a band and we fold a few
Bitch know I control you
We livin’ life and high road too
Put it down ion know you
Ace nigga wit the chrome trigga
Ship a thousand gram and we load you
Slanted eyes, side view
Strap it up if they size you
These bitches see that we glow nigga
Get money nigga and we high too
Big money fo’ sho nigga
If you ridin’ the wave then we don’ know you
Hunnid g’s with hunnid keys
But a hunnid B’s in them Bentley coupes
That big money, no fake cake
Big money wit paper plates
86 we 88
Jumped out we cleared the plates
Aired off, steak plates
Long sticks, banana plates
Hunnid g’s wit a hunnid ways
Wit a bad bitch wit a pretty face

[Hook]
Ran it up like I’m supposed to
Do it big like him supposed to
Stay down like I’m supposed to
Dab there like I’m supposed to
Secure the swag like I’m supposed to
Secure the bag like I’m supposed to
I’m Michael Jackson wit a gold tooth
I caught the wave, what they gon’ do?
Pussy nigga ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa
Hoho whoa
Pussy nigga ion ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa
Hoho whoa

Jacquees – Supposed Too Lyrics

[Intro]
(Rich Gang)
Ah
You know we goin’ up
Gotta keep goin’ up
Can’t stop goin’ up
(Beezo) Uh!
What you do?
This

[Hook]
Ran it up like I’m supposed to
Do it big like him supposed to
Stay down like I’m supposed to
Dab there like I’m supposed to
Secure the swag like I’m supposed to
Secure the bag like I’m supposed to
I’m Michael Jackson wit a gold tooth
I caught the wave, what they gon’ do?
Pussy nigga ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa
Hoho whoa
Pussy nigga ion ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa (I got ’em)
Hoho whoa

[Verse 1]
I push the lambo and it’s drop top
I got them dreads bitch I’m a mop top
I’m fine shoots at all the side talk
These diamonds shine look like the stars out
You play with me gon’ show up at ya mom house
Everything goes once the goons out
Damn it I put a bad bitch on a mission
Show her the playlist shawty go and get it
Double the profit now we gotta spend it
Pour up some G you know it keep her litty
Singin’ to her like I’m Otis
I hit the lil’ one and I hit the oldest
I just went from the shower to the ?
Birdman the hottest bitch I be the coldest
Playin’ the game I’m winnin’ me some tokens
Money make all the bitches be important
But I ain’t got time for them hoes
Drop a dime on them hoes

[Hook]
Ran it up like I’m supposed to
Do it big like him supposed to
Stay down like I’m supposed to
Dab there like I’m supposed to
Secure the swag like I’m supposed to
Secure the bag like I’m supposed to
I’m Michael Jackson wit a gold tooth
I caught the wave, what they gon’ do?
Pussy nigga ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa
Hoho whoa
Pussy nigga ion ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa (Yeah)
Hoho whoa

[Verse 2: Birdman]
Pussy nigga we showed you
Spend a band and we fold a few
Bitch know I control you
We livin’ life and high road too
Put it down ion know you
Ace nigga wit the chrome trigga
Ship a thousand gram and we load you
Slanted eyes, side view
Strap it up if they size you
These bitches see that we glow nigga
Get money nigga and we high too
Big money fo’ sho nigga
If you ridin’ the wave then we don’ know you
Hunnid g’s with hunnid keys
But a hunnid B’s in them Bentley coupes
That big money, no fake cake
Big money wit paper plates
86 we 88
Jumped out we cleared the plates
Aired off, steak plates
Long sticks, banana plates
Hunnid g’s wit a hunnid ways
Wit a bad bitch wit a pretty face

[Hook]
Ran it up like I’m supposed to
Do it big like him supposed to
Stay down like I’m supposed to
Dab there like I’m supposed to
Secure the swag like I’m supposed to
Secure the bag like I’m supposed to
I’m Michael Jackson wit a gold tooth
I caught the wave, what they gon’ do?
Pussy nigga ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa
Hoho whoa
Pussy nigga ion ion know you
Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
Hoho whoa
Hoho whoa

Egg beater – Peewee Longway lyrics

Lyrics Peewee Longway – Egg beater

Uhhhhh c-note longway cassidy jay sucker
5 finger egg beater

Dunking pounds of draymond green
curry keys shooting three’s
put my Michael Jackson glove on breaking down the sleeve
5 finger egg beater seen call your house yo deed
5 finger egg beater whipping up that Mona Lisa
5 finger egg beater trick em in the pot for mon lisa

5 finger beater flipping dope with a spatula
1000-8grams getting them from the pastor
curry keys shooting 3s rose gold forges on a raptor crawling like a f*cking tarantula
dunking pounds of that draymond green
all these guts fill with maybulean
c-lo got me back to serving lean im no freshman on double Xl magazine
i go to the bay and get me fresh OG
im on packs of pharo with like 2 freaks
5 finger beater get a 10 a key
ya them balmains stuffed with them Benjamin’s
balmain boots look like they timberlands
sipping that act nd that tuss in that pingenan
my b*tch say my nut taste like some M&Ms
MrBlueBenjamin f*cked up my kidney system lets get it

Dunking pounds of draymond green
curry keys shooting 3s
put my Michael Jackson glove on breaking down the sleeve
5 finger egg beater seen call your house yo deed
5 finger egg beater whipping up that Mona Lisa
5 finger egg beater trick em in the pot for mon lisa

Ace-Loaded cashed out on Keshia
jugging panda bears in my new Kon Yezzeys
Told me bring back some shit make her pussy drip
Keep that WI-FI on me with a extra clip making big plays big flips
Got big drugs good base Blue print like Jay-Z im the man in the trunk with funnel Cake
5 finger beater cooking dope up at the dinner date
Water whipping the way a nigga wrist penetrate
Reversible clip on them AKs
Cameras in the rear of the coupe for the f*ck niggas
Arizona plug selling bags of the swag
Stand up in the motor pas the gas
b*tch put them bowls in a plastic bag
Send a box to my granny nd a box to my grand-daddy scrambled some eggs nd got right back it

Dunking pounds of draymond green
curry keys shooting 3s
put my Michael Jackson glove on breaking down the sleeve
5 finger egg beateeer seen call your house yo deed
5 finger egg beateeer whipping up that Mona Lisa
5 finger egg beater trick em in the pot for mon lisaaa.
Peewee Longway lyrics
Video beater

Pink Guy – Nickelodeon Girls (Pink Season Album)

[Intro]
(Hello, Nickelodeon headquarters)
Hi, sorry to disturb you this late in the night
I have a serious inquiry directed toward Nickelodeon
My question is WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?
You know y’all used to have some fire bitches
When I turn on the TV I’m trying to see my favorite bitches
Zoey101? Jennette McCurdy? Oh my God
And now all you got is these preteens
Bruh, I’m not a pedo
I’m not trying to look at these little kids and get aroused
Now I can’t watch Nickelodeon with my dick in my hand anymore
Now I’m fucking upset
This is some fucking bullshit

[Verse]
Dan Schneider
Bring all my bitches back
I need all my bitches, I need all my bitches
The new shit you put out is wack
Dan Schneider
I’m just trying to get an erection
But now that these kids looking 13 and under
My penis will suffer

Dan fucking Schneider (Schneider)
This ain’t a fucking game, bitch
I wanna watch a sitcom
With my hand on my dick
I wanna see a titty (titty)
Not fucking kid shit
Return all the hot chicks
Or you gon get it bitch

ICarly, iCarly
I don’t care if you look like Michael Jackson
As long as you giving me action
And Freddy gon’ film the reaction
Sam gonna join in
And suck me a fat one
Nickelodeon girls
Can’t live without ’em (whew)

Ariana Grande
I know I drive a Hyundai
I can put you in a coma
Have brunch on a Sunday (fancy)
My dick put you in a coffin
All night screaming and tossing
Victoria Justice
I know you tryna touch this

Lizzie McGuire is tight
But I bet Zoey’s tighter
You can find me in her bed
Digging through that vaginer
Amanda Bynes, you a little bit crazy
But you can still have my babies (whew)
Go down like a dog with the rabies
Y’all can’t save me

Uh, a little bit of weed, hard liquor for the ladies
Got me feeling like a young Dan Schneider from the 80’s
With a Jewish law firm and an all black Mercedes
She playing with the balls like Brady (ay)
Fuck off with the shitty little kids with their stupid shit
I only wanna see the ones with a body fit
And I don’t want to be the one to be a little bitch about it
But I’m just saying what everybody is thinking (hahahahaha)
Where the titties at?
Dan Schneider why you ruining your business?
You realize I’d probably buy cable if you keep all the girls
And the ratings all stable
Cuz I ain’t tryin to see a young baby in the cradle
Cuz I’m not a pedophile
I’m not trying to see that shit (c’mon man)

The girls I have sexualized are all in their 20’s and 30’s
(Disclaimer!)
I’m not saying you should change all the bitches
But at least something after 10:30 (30!)

Dan Schneider
Bring all my bitches back
I need all my bitches, I need all my bitches
I need all my bitches back

I love you Dan Schneider, just please bring them back

Twista – Slow Jamz (feat. Kanye West & Jamie Foxx)

[Luther Vandross]
Are you gonna be
Say that you’re gonna be

[Jamie Foxx]
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh…

[Jamie Foxx – Chorus]
She said she wants some Marvin Gaye, some Luther Vandross, a little Anita, will definitely set this party off right
(Are u gonna be, are u gonna be, are u gonna be, are you gonna be are you gonna be, well well well well well)
She said she want some Ready for the World, some New Edition, some Minnie Ripperton, and definitely set this party off right
(Are u gonna be, are u gonna be, are u gonna be, are you gonna be are you gonna be, well well well well well)

[Kanye West]
I told her to drive over in your new whip
Bring some friends you cool with
Imma bring da cool whip
Then I want you to strip
See you is my new chick
So we get our grind on
She be grabbin, callin me Biggie like Shine home
Man I swear she fine homes
Why she always lying though
Tellin me them diamonds when she know they rhinestones
She got a light skinned friend look like Michael Jackson
Got a dark skinned friend look like Michael Jackson
I play ‘Ready for the World’ – she was ready for some action
My dawg said you aint no freak, so you got to prove my man wrong
I’m a play this Vandross
You gon’ take your pants off
Imma play this Gladys Knight
Me and you gon’ get right

[Chorus X2]

[Twista]
Got you lookin at the gliss at my hands and wrists
While i’m layin back smokin on my canibus
When it come to rockin the rythm like Marvin and Luther
I can tell you aint no messin with Kan-man and Twist
From the Chi and I be
Sippin Hennessy
Play some R&B
Tryina smoke a B
Lookin properly
Feelin on a G?
And always (Well Well Well Well Well)
Come with me and sip on some Evelyn Champagne
You aint know Twista can work it like the Whispers
Hit the stop light, get into some Isaac
The rims still moving so I’m bumping a little spinners
While I’m
Smokin on a B
Dippin through the streets
Bumpin R&B
And I got to leave
something to the 23’s?
And I do it (well well well well well)
When my earth and the wind smoke a fire
Let me when get your sheets wet listening to Keith Sweat
Put you in a daze for maze
Fullfilling our every temptation slow jamming having deep sex
You ready for the world girl
Come on over make me touch you all over your body baby don’t say no to me
An every moment you controllin’ me I’m lovin the way you be holding me when I be listening to Jodeci
And when I come over and bend your ass
You be bumpin Teddy Pendergrass
I’da hit it from the back to the melody to roll it slow
Now I gotta go up in it fast, but imma finish last
No matter how much of a thug you see
I still spit it like it’s R&B, so to the club with me
And with some Luther come on and hope you finna and stilla be in love with me

[chorus X2]

[Twista]
Baby drop another slow jam
And all us lovers need hold hands
And if you aint got no man hop up in my Brougham
I keep it pimpin like an old man
You gots to roll with the plan
Cuz after that then I
Take it to the dome
Then I got to bone
Stay up in the zone
Got to get you home
Gotta run up on
And I do it (well well well well well)
Baby drop another slow jam
And all us lovers need hold hands
And if you aint got no man hop up on my brohem
I keep it pimpin like an old man
You gots to roll with the plan
Cuz after that then I
Take you to my home
And we could get it on
Disconnect the phone
Just to get you goin’
Tryina make you moan
And I do it (well well well well well)

Frank Ocean – Pink + White (Blonde Album)

[Intro: Frank Ocean]
Yeah, yeah oh
Yeah, yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
That’s the way everyday goes
Every time we have no control
If the sky is pink and white
If the ground is black and yellow
It’s the same way you showed me
Nod my head, don’t close my eyes
Halfway on a slow move
It’s the same way you showed me
If you could fly then you’d feel south
Up north’s getting cold soon
The way it is, we’re on land
So I’m someone to hold true
Keep you cool when it’s still alive
Won’t let you down when it’s all ruin
[Hook: Frank Ocean]
Just the same way you showed me, showed me
You showed me love
Glory from above
Regard my dear
It’s all downhill from here

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
In the wake of a hurricane
Dark skin of a summer shade
Nose dive in the flood lines
Tall tower of milk crates
It’s the same way you showed me
Cannonball off the porch side
Older kids trying off the roof
Just the same way you showed me (you showed)
If you could die and come back to life
Up for air from the swimming pool
You’d kneel down to the dry land
Kiss the Earth that birthed you
Gave you tools just to stay alive
And make it up when the sun is ruined

[Hook: Frank Ocean]
That’s the same way you showed me, showed me
You showed me love
Glory from above
Regard me dear
It’s all downhill from here

[Outro: Frank Ocean + Beyoncé]
Remember life
Remember how it was
Climb trees, Michael Jackson, it all ends here
Say what up to Matthew, to Shoob
Say what up to Danny
Say what up to life immortality
Bending up my Nikes
Running out the melpomene, nicotine
Stealing granny cigs
Gimme something sweet
Bitch I might like immortality
This is life, life immortality

Kevin Gates – 90 Days Lyrics

(Intro)
What up big dawg!!(Beat Zombie)
Real nigga status (Real nigga status)
I ain’t doing nothing strange, put it on change
(I am Michael Jackson)
But ain’t no shame in my game you understand me
Real nigga status
I’ll go get a job if that’s what takes it
I am Michael Jackson

(Hook)
Don’t nobody understand me
I ain’t hearing what they say
Behind your back, Talked bad about you
While they smile in your face
Turn they back when shit get real
They gonna do that anyway
Alot’ta lonely nights I cried
I am not ashamed
Grindin’ on ’em, Grindin’
I am not ashamed
Grindin’ on ’em!
Im’ma be someone you love one day just give me 90 days
Grindin’ on ’em! Grindin’
Could you give me 90 days
Grindin’ on em!
Im’ma be someone you love one day just give me 90 days

(Verse 1)
(What up-Cut up)
I remember wishing on a star
We was broke and we ain’t have a car
We collected change in a jar
Going half on the weed
Hit the store and stealing a cigar
When the money gone, Women leave
So we treat the hoes like what they are
Breaking in cars, Stealing radios
And the microwave got SpagettiOs
New pair of Jordans for a stereo
Well I got it on me, Im’ma let it go
Clutching bad with a metal glove
Gangsta nigga, you already know
Little shit they rap about, this ain’t the shit they ready for
Out the mud, I maintain for this
Cocaine slang for this
In the game, Bitch I prayed for this
Do my thang for this
Baltimore, Bullets rang for this
Diamond chain equipped
Stayed the same
All my partners changed
And I can’t hang with them
Check me out

(Hook)
Don’t nobody understand me
I ain’t hearing what they say
Behind your back, Talked bad about you
While they smile in your face
Turn they back when shit get real
They gonna do that anyway
Alot’ta lonely nights I cried
I am not ashamed
Grindin’ on ’em, Grindin’
I am not ashamed
Grindin’ on ’em!
Im’ma be someone you love one day just give me 90 days
Grindin’ on ’em! Grindin’
Could you give me 90 days
Grindin’ on em!
Im’ma be someone you love one day just give me 90 days

(Verse 2)
I love you nigga like a brother
I met you through my big brother
I’m’ma real nigga till I die
I ain’t never tried to fuck your baby mother
Too much respect for to touch’er
And I look at her like a mother
My grandmother up and died on me
Only thing I had like a mother
Fuck the fame, Nigga thuggin’
Not to many make it out the struggle
I no longer go to funerals
But I’m spending money on the guns
I done killed shit
I done paid for it
With my daughter crying in my arms
Disrespect me nigga, Im’ma die about
End of the day you knowing it’s the law
Bread Winner getting off
In a jail cell all alone
You rap niggas kinda wack to me
You ain’t never really went to war
Beat a nigga to the car
Yeah, I’m really throwed off
Catch you slipping at the red light
Watch you get your shit blowed off
Raw

(Hook)
Don’t nobody understand me
I ain’t hearing what they say
Behind your back, Talked bad about you
While they smile in your face
Turn they back when shit get real
They gonna do that anyway
Alot’ta lonely nights I cried
I am not ashamed
Grindin’ on ’em, Grindin’
I am not ashamed
Grindin’ on ’em!
Im’ma be someone you love one day just give me 90 days
Grindin’ on ’em! Grindin’
Could you give me 90 days
Grindin’ on em!
Im’ma be someone you love one day just give me 90

(Outro)
Don’t you-Don’t you ever come around here
Real nigga status, Real nigga status
Come around here , I am Michael Jackson
Don’t you-Don’t you ever come around here
Real nigga status, Real nigga status
Come around here , I am Michael Jackson
…Come around here
Gotta be humble when you come around here
It’s a jungle when you come around here-ohhh
Gotta be humble when you come around here
They gonna expose you, don’t come around here-noo