Bryson Tiller – Finesse Lyrics



[Intro]
Yeah, wow
They not ready for my new shit
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I want my baby to have your eyes
I’m going against my own advice
Should I do New York? I can’t decide
Fashion week is more your thing than mine
I can’t even lie, I’d rather stay inside
I can’t do suit and tie
Can’t be in a room with you and stand on different sides
One thing at a time
I have to learn to hide
One thing at a time
Emotions running high
I wish you felt alright

[Pre-Chorus]
Just hitting my line
All the time, all the time, all oooo–
You stay on my mind
All the time, all the time (oooo)

[Chorus]
It takes some finesse
I seen you finesse
He can’t know finesse
You stay on my mind

[Verse 2]
You and your sister
Too hot to handle
Things would get cancelled
I would make time for you
Commitment
Going the distance
I’m new to all of this

[Chorus]
It takes some finesse
I seen you finesse
He can’t know finesse
You stay on my mind

[Outro]
You stay on my mind (stay)
Stay on my mind
Baby you stay on
Baby you stay on
Baby you stay on
You stay on
Baby you stay
On my mind, stay on my mind
On my mind, stay on my mind
You st–
On my mind, stay on my mind



Dua Lipa – New York (Mend My Broken Heart Tonight) Lyrics



[Verse 1]
Your kiss, your touch, your hold
You know I want you all
The darkness in my soul
Tells me to let you go

[Pre-Chorus]
And I
Need you tonight
But I’m blinded by lights
So I gotta learn to live without you

[Chorus]
So please, New York
Mend my broken heart tonight
Cause I left the one I love
So please, New York
Mend my broken heart tonight
Cause I left the one I love
New York
Save me in your arms tonight
Cause I left my boy, I left my boy at home

[Post-Chorus]
I left my boy, I left my boy at home
I left my boy, I left my boy

[Verse 2]
She never sleeps at night
So nice you name her twice
Without you I’m alive
But my heart is cold as ice

[Pre-Chorus]
And I
Need you tonight
But I’m blinded by lights
So I gotta learn to live without you

[Chorus]
So please, New York
Mend my broken heart tonight
Cause I left the one I love
So please, New York
Mend my broken heart tonight
Cause I left the one I love
New York
Save me in your arms tonight
Cause I left my boy, I left my boy at home

[Post-Chorus]
I left my boy, I left my boy
I left my boy, I left my boy
I left my boy, I left my boy
I left my boy, I left my boy

[Bridge]
I ran away from home
I ran to follow my deams
I ran away from he
Why would he do this to me?
I needed a way out
I needed to figure how
To keep get you here with me
Maybe you are my dream

[Chorus]
So please, New York
Mend my broken heart tonight
Cause I left the one I love
So please, New York
Mend my broken heart tonight
Cause I left the one I love
New York
Save me in your arms tonight
Cause I left my boy, I left my boy at home

[Post-Chorus]
I left my boy, I left my boy at home
I left my boy, I left my boy at home
I left my boy, I left my boy
I left my boy, I left my boy
I left my boy, I left my boy

6ix9ine – FEFE lyrics

[Intro: 6ix9ine, Nicki Minaj, & Baka]
It’s f*ckin’ TR3YWAY!
It’s King of New York, lookin’ for the Queen
Uh, you got the right one
L-let these-l-let these b-b-bitches know, nigga
Queens, Brooklyn, brr, ah!
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice!

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Pussy got that wet, wet, got that drip, drip
Got that super soaker
Hit that, she a Fefe
Her name Keke, she eat my dick like it’s free free
I don’t even know like “Why I did that?”
I don’t even know like “Why I hit that?”
All I know is that I just can’t wife that
Talk to her nice so she won’t fight back
Turn around and hit it from the back, back, back
Bend her down then I make it clap, clap, clap

[Refrain: 6ix9ine]
I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no

[Verse 2: 6ix9ine]
Draco got that kick-back
When I blow that, they all do track
They don’t shoot back, one shot, close range, red dot
Head tight, yeah, I did that, yeah, I live that
Call a Uber with my shooter
With a Ruger, we gon’ do ya
Niggas say they killin’ people, but I really f*ckin’ do it

[Refrain: 6ix9ine]
I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
He-He tryna 69 like Tekashi, call him papi
Word to A$AP, keep me Rocky
I’m from New York, so I’m cocky
Say he f*ckin’ with my posse
Copped me Khloé like Kardashi’
Keep this n*gger in Versace
Said I’m pretty like Tinashe
P-Put it all up in his face, did I catch a case?
Pussy game just caught a body, but I never leave a trace
Face is pretty, ass for days
I get chips, I ask for Lay’s
I just sit back and when he done, I be like, “Yo, how’d it taste?”
(Yo, how’d it taste?!)

[Refrain: 6ix9ine]
I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no

[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo, Draco got that kick-back
When it kick-back, you can’t get yo sh*t back
In fact this that bitch
That “I hate small talk, I don’t f*ck with chit-chat”
AC just stopped workin’, so they hit me
Told me bring my wrist back
Come through rockin’ fashions
That got all these bitches like “Yo, what’s that?”

[Refrain: 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj]
I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no

[Verse 5: 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj]
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, I catch a hoe right by her toe
If she ain’t f*ckin’ me and Nicki, kick that ho right through the door
(TR3YWAY)
I don’t really want no friends, my old ho just bought this Benz
Nicki just hopped in this sh*t, now I won’t see that bitch again

[Bridge: 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj]
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe (no)
I catch a ho right by her toe (no)
If she ain’t f*ckin’ me and Nicki (no)
Kick that ho right through the door (no, TR3YWAY)

[Outro: Nicki Minaj & 6ix9ine]
Mmm, Young Money, Young Money bunny
Colorful hair, don’t care
I don’t really want no friends, I don’t really want no friends, no
I don’t really want no friends, I don’t really want no friends, no
Scum Gang!

Famous Dex – Change Up xD Lyrics

[ Intro ]
I got you lil’ bro
( Your diamonds ain’t real, put the chain up )
16 I told you, you got one
Uh what, yeah, wait

[ Hook: Famous Dex ]
Your diamonds ain’t real, put the chain up
Can’t fuck with fake niggas, man they change up, ooh
Bad bitch, watch me change, huh
And she give me brain, [?]
Your diamonds ain’t real, put the chain up
Can’t fuck with fake niggas, man they change up, ooh
Bad bitch, watch me change, huh
And she give me brain, [?]

[ Verse 1: Famous Dex ]
I don’t want you baby girl, you a slut
16 on the beat, so you know we turnin’ up, ooh
Got that dirty Sprite right up in my cup
.30 by my gun, pussy nigga try your luck
I’m with A$AP Illz in New York
Fuck all these niggas, man these niggas really dork
Ballin’ out, [?] out the court
Gucci on my shirt, want the money i need mo’
I don’t want you, baby girl you a hoe
Sniffin’ on that coke, but she know she want some more
16 on the beat, vans on my feet, i got diamonds on my teeth, ooh
Dexter

[ Hook: Famous Dex ]
Your diamonds ain’t real, put the chain up
Can’t fuck with fake niggas, man they change up, ooh
Bad bitch, watch me change, huh
And she give me brain, [?]
Your diamonds ain’t real, put the chain up
Can’t fuck with fake niggas, man they change up, ooh
Bad bitch, watch me change, huh
And she give me brain, [?]

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

XXXTENTACION – God Bless The Dead Lyrics

Remix By DJ FORGOTTEN

[Verse 1 – XXXTENTACION]

You ever seen a nigga hung with a gold chain?
I’d rather sing about the same things that we claim
Such is bashful, but niggas like the task force
Mobbin’ on the streets and robbin’ stores in ski masks, bruh
Niggas ask for peace in a riot and bring violence
‘Cause it’s a game of cat and mouse and you gon’ bleed silent
What’s the justice in sayin’ fuck it and grab the pump?
Then kill a woman with many children makes you a chump
Look at all the stores you wreckin’, nigga I reckon
Think about the people who own it for about a second
I know you got your problems, but brother, they got theirs
This is not a game, quit violence and grow a pair
But yo, you’d rather hear me say, “Fuck black prejudice!”
“Let’s murder different races, grow hatred, and form irrelevant!”
Views and etcetera, knives thrown
Damage ’em, lives blown, oblivion hole cold, oblivious
I won’t dare say that you should stop the fuckin’ ignorance
Murder ops, killin’ shit, I’d enjoy the thrill of it
Bath in blood of officers, different corpses, offin’ ’em
Auction ’em, don’t you bark at ’em
Murder ’em, never heard of ’em

[Verse 2 – Notorious B.I.G.]

Now I’m thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream
On the drug scene, fuck a football team:
Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearing the coach scream ain’t my lifetime dream!
I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up
So school I didn’t show up, it fucked my flow up
Mom said that I should grow up and check myself
Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself
Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn’t see it
Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it
Rap was secondary, money was necessary
Until I got incarcerated–kinda scary
C74-Mark 8 set me straight
Not able to move behind the great steel gate
Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?
All the money I stacked was all the money for bail

[Verse 3 – 2Pac]

God bless the dead and buried, nigga, don’t worry
If you see God first, tell him shit got worse
I ain’t mad, I know you representin’ the crew
And I can picture you in heaven with a blunt and a brew
Fuck the world, pain was a part of the game
If you a baller, money went as quick as it came
My role models gone or they locked in the pen
Straight hustlers caught up in the whirlwind
The other day I thought I seen my homeboy Biggy
Sayin’ shit don’t stop, nigga, no pity
We all hoods and all we ever had was dreams
Money makin’ motherfuckers plot scandalous schemes
In the gutter you learn to have a criminal mind
I was addicted to tryin’, never meant to do time
My epitaph will read “was the last of G’s”
Kicked the shit to make the white man bleed
God bless the dead

Ted Gardestad – Jag Bygger Ett Torn lyrics

[vers 1]
Dimma i New York
Börsen har gått ner igen och flyget
Står men husen häver sig så högt som en
Fågel når

[vers2]
Vilse i New York
Staden gömmer sig i morgondis
Jag tar hissen upp mot molnen där
Sikten är fri
Jag bygger ett torn
På kärlekens grund av evigt ljus
Jag bygger ett torn för oss
Med utsikt av änglars hus

[vers 3]
Skymning i New York
Ljuset rinner ut vid gatans slut
Brodway vill ta hand om mig men jag längtar
Hem till dig
Jag bygger ett torn
På kärlekens grund av evig trohet
Jag bygger ett torn för oss
Som ingen kan riva ner
Bygger ett torn för oss
………………
Jag bygger ett torn för oss
Med utsikt av änglars hus
Bygger ett torn för oss

A$AP Rocky – A$AP Forever REMIX lyrics

(feat. Moby, T.I. & Kid Cudi)

[Intro: A$AP Rocky and T.I]
Gang! Gang!
They tryna front on the gang!
Aye if anybody ever took the time to ask Rocky
What A$AP meant to him, he would tell you
“Always Striving and Prosping”
A$AP partner. Free my nigga Cap
RIP big Phil, RIP A$AP Yams
Ya dig

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Come fuck with the Mob, shout out to the Lords and the Gods
In love with my bitch ’cause she bi
My ice like the stars, I tell that bitch, “Cover your eyes
Cause fuckin’ with me, you go blind”
She losin’ her mind, we kiss to Frank Ocean and Blonde
Convincin’ my bitch to go blonde
Was born in the dark, I kill you, you open my blinds
On Yams and that’s word to my moms
Margiela Madman with cases I’m still tryna beat
A bunch of shit from a long time ago
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
Like dominos, nigga, Geronimos
When it’s my time to go, adios, vamonos
Flacko no Dominicano but eat the tostones with platanos
Dealing with life and its highs and lows
I’m just pimpin’ like I’m supposed
I guess it’s called livin’, shit, I suppose
I’m on my live alone, die VLONE
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout spending or buyin’ clothes
I’m ’bout my business but I’m alone
I still had the vision when I was broke
Fuckin’ on bitches and foreign hoes
Flyin’ out womens to boring shows
I pray to God I don’t overdose

[Refrain: A$AP Rocky]
I put A$AP on my tat
I put New York on the map
I put the gang on the flames
They gon’ remember the name
They robbin’ boys for the chains
I got Goyard by the sack
I got the boof by the pack
I fucked your boo on her back

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
Gang! Gang! Them boys not flexing the same
I’m done with adjusting to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang! Gang! I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell ’em don’t fuck with the gang, it’s time to fuck up the whole game!

[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]
Mhmmm, I’m free as a bird
I wanted this shit my whole life but had all this stress on my mind
Until I realized, things plan out when [?] spite
In the meantime I’ma grind
I think of the days when I was so young
Was up in the city, the one surrounded by lights
Wanted to blow it away, get out of his lane
Got no time for advice
Except for my momma
Ride for my daughter, she got her father
Hell yeah I did it I’m on a roll
Thought I’d be up with my niggas, no
I’m just gettin’ warmed up and start the show
I’m schoolin’ these niggas so in the zone
A$AP and Cud Life forever though
I’m flossin’ and bossin’ these silly hoes
Learn the codes
Serve up the magic for all of those
Kids ’cause they have someone on they own, every song
Sing a long, sing a long

[Refrain: A$AP Rocky]
I put A$AP on my tat
I put New York on the map
I put the gang on the flames
They gon’ remember the name
They robbin’ boys for the chains
I got Goyard by the sack
I got the boof by the pack
I fucked your boo on her back

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
Gang! Gang! Them boys not flexing the same
I’m done with adjusting to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang! Gang! I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell ’em don’t fuck with the gang, it’s time to fuck up the whole game!
(Game, game, game, game)

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky & Khloe Anna]
Gang, gang
They tryna front on the gang, they gon’ remember my name
True to truth somehow (Gang, gang)
But never truly lied at all, then and now
They tryna front on the gang
Truth somehow
Gang, A$AP boys come with the flame
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now

[Outro: Khloe Anna & Moby]
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
In my dreams, I’m dying all the time
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all
Then I wake, it’s kaleidoscopic mind
But never truly lied at all
But never truly lied at all, then and now
I never meant to hurt you (then and now)
I never meant to lie

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Way Too Fly Lyrics

[Intro: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Davido]
Yeah
Oh yeah
(Let’s go, let’s go)
Yeah
(Let’s go, let’s go)
Oh yeah

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Davido]
I’m way too fly, shine in the night time
I’m a vampire but I don’t bite, come outside when it’s daylight
But please don’t waste my time, I’m timeless I can’t lie
I bet I can hit it, give me one night (give me one night)
If I say the right lines

[Verse 1: Davido]
[?], said you the one though
Oh girl, I thought you said you the one
For your [?] girl, I’ll be a lover
[?], said you be the one
[?]
I was chilling by the bar
Sippin’ at the sea, you was having sex on the beach
Baby girl we gon’ shut down
[?], we go one time
This pussy got me on lockdown
I like it when she comes around, yeah

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Davido]
I’m way too fly, shine in the night time
I’m a vampire but I don’t bite, come outside when it’s daylight
But please don’t waste my time, I’m timeless I can’t lie
I bet I can hit it, give me one night (give me one night)
If I say the right lines

[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I got the juice baby, yeah, put you in the mood baby, yeah
Sex with you was too crazy, yeah, wish there was two of you baby
Yeah, I need two of you, you should move how I move too, yeah
Black hoodie and some black boots in the 2018 Benz coupe, yeah
Left wrist lookin’ like ooh, and my pinky ring on froze, ooh yeah
Diamonds looking so cold, like an angel in the snow, yeah oh
All my niggas on go, act crazy on the road, mm-yeah
My Patek used to be gold, now it’s 54 a show, mm-yeah

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Davido]
I’m way too fly, shine in the night time
I’m a vampire but I don’t bite, come outside when its daylight
But please don’t waste my time, I’m timeless I can’t lie
I bet I can hit it, give me one night (give me one night)
If I say the right lines

[Outro: Davido]
Shout out to my New York baby
Shout out to my [?]
Shout out to my African baby
Love to my London lady

Hannibal Abdullah-El – You Can’t See The ‘G’ In Me lyrics

[Verse 1]
Asking me to be a wack MC is blasphemy
Like a bonzai tree
W/o a leaf ain’t that a tragedy
Why you mad at me
You one o’ tha’ sadducees
Baddest cuz I had 2 be
Cock back reload they all ran from me
Now I walk around empty handed never stranded
Accelerated, after I excelled how I planned it
Guaranteed to get a club hoppin’
Head nodding
Toes tapping
Fingers popping
Don’t want to kill for a meal
Rather get degrees than have 2 roll w/tha steel
Attitudes can get ya noodles spilled
By the king o’ tha hill
Daz fa real
Well but play ill ,
Milk is chillin
Sold in vacant buildings
Somebody blew off half his face
We caught feelings
Thats how it went down in my hood
All bad sometimes good

[Chorus]
One things the same
That is the game
No room fa’ lames
Only 4 pain -n- shame
“you can’t see the ‘G’ in me”

[Verse 2]
Walked the mainline
Didn’t nobody take mines
Worst than columbine
When I deal with my enemies
Psy op projects
I am who you pretend to be
See it in yo eyes
You a enemy
No friend of me
Seen people let go
And they foe
Keep they head low
Echo from the 44
Rings in the ghetto
From L.A.,
Back to New York,
Soweto
Playing this heavy metal hip-hop
Hit tha gas pedal
On Crenshaw -n- Slauson
Flawsing, often, coughin’
Wrong words can be tha nails in yo’ coffin
Whoop,
B4 I kick ass fast
Blast,
W/o a ski mask
Wuz da task don’t ask
Drink shine out my flask
Growed up,
Then blowed up
Fly by,
Throw tha dub up
Don’t sleep,
Stay up
Push ups
West up ‘Cup’?
Time ain’t up
Overtime on tha’ grind
Always in tha public eye
I ain’t never hard to find

[Chorus]
One things the same
That is the game
No room fa’ lames
Only 4 pain -n- shame
“you can’t see the ‘G’ in me”

[Verse 3]

Went from broke hoes
-n- Velcro’s
New clothes
-n- packed shows
Juxtapose a black -n- red rose
In studios
Shows I’m pre-disposed
Not 2 disclose my life woes
Puerto Rico’s primos
Logos
Cargoes in boroughs
Smoke hydro
Sip merlot
Black crows
Black flows
Black codes
Dark nights
Black roads
Recognition of modes
I’m outta mind
-n- make sense at tha’ same time
Drop a line
And make ya mind
Push play rewind
I’m tha’ Moore
Who sat by Tha door
Ready 4 world war 4
Be ready 2 score
Men long shore
Worst than Thomas Hobbes
W/odd jobs
When I mob
With out the mob
Say ‘Leviathan’ or get robbed
My feng shui
Make em pay
Instant replay
Like a DJ
Do what I
F.ck what he say!

[Chorus]
One things the same
That is the game
No room fa’ lames
Only 4 pain -n- shame
“you can’t see the ‘G’ in me”

Keith Urban – Texas Time Lyrics

[Verse 1]
New York girls, they can be so pretty
But I get cold living in the city
Oh, and then I’ve got to go, mmm
And I’ve been west, out to California
Summer nights, girls are so much warmer there
They just don’t have a care, oh
But I know a place where the people smile
Taking is easy and it’s been a while since I’ve gone
And now it’s time to go home, oh

[Chorus]
Give me a tight t-shirt on a real hot body
You know what’s on my mind
Yeah, I’ll show you where it’s at
Come on, let’s get back on Texas time
You got it right there, easy, we’re gonna party
Whiskey, women and wine
Yeah, I’ll show you where it’s at
Come on, let’s get back on Texas time

[Verse 2]
I35, Dallas down to Austin
We can find a world we can get lost in there
Where we can breathe the air, oh, oh
We can howl at the moon like a wild coyote
Cactus in bloom in the pink peyote
So fine, we got nothing but time, hee

[Chorus]
Give me a tight t-shirt on a real hot body
You know what’s on my mind
Yeah, I’ll show you where it’s at
Come on, let’s get back on Texas time
You got it right there, easy, we’re gonna party
Whiskey, women and wine
Yeah, I’ll show you where it’s at
Come on, let’s get back on Texas time

[Bridge]
And I know a place where the people are real
And they taking it easy, making you feel right at home
Yeah, that’s where I’m going, hee

[Chorus]
Give me a tight t-shirt on a real hot body
You know what’s on my mind
Yeah, I’ll show you where it’s at
Come on, let’s get back on Texas time
You got it right there, easy, we’re gonna party
Whiskey, women and wine
Yeah, I’ll show you where it’s at
Come on, let’s get back on Texas time

[Outro]
Woah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, baby
And so fine, mmm, mmm
Do it to me every time
You do it to me
And you do it to me, baby, oh
Hey
Ooh, and the women so fine
Hey, hey, hey
Oh, won’t you get back
Wanna get back, woo

Anne Marie – Perfect lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t feel like putting make-up on my cheeks
Do what I wanna
Love every single part of my body
Top to the bottom
I’m not a supermodel from a magazine
I’m okay with not being perfect

[Chorus]
‘Cause that’s perfect to me
‘Cause that’s perfect to me
‘Cause that’s perfect to me

[Verse 1]
No matter where I go, everybody stares at me
Not into fancy clothes, I’m rockin’ baggy jeans
Gettin’ too close for comfort
But comfort is what I need
So I eat my body weight in chocolate and ice cream, ha
Maybe I bite my nails and don’t think before I speak
Don’t fit in any crowd, don’t ever get much sleep
I wish my legs were bigger, bigger than New York city
And I’ll love who I want to love, ’cause this love is gender free

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t feel like putting make-up on my cheeks
Do what I wanna
Love every single part of my body
Top to the bottom
I’m not a supermodel from a magazine
I’m okay with not being perfect

[Chorus]
‘Cause that’s perfect to me
(la, la, la-la, la, la, la-la, la, la, la-la)
‘Cause that’s perfect to me
(la, la, la-la, la, la, la-la, la, la, la-la)
‘Cause that’s perfect to me

[Verse 2]
Sometimes I wake up late and don’t even brush my teeth
Just wanna stuff my face with leftover mac and cheese
You know I get depressed
Are you impressed with my honesty?
Still I’ll wear what I wanna wear
‘Cause I’m cool with what’s underneath, mmm
I wanna kiss someone that I’ll never see again
I wanna go somewhere and go there with all my friends
I wanna take my family to go and see Eminem
‘Cause my sister’s been in love with him
Since like we were 10

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t feel like putting make-up on my cheeks
Do what I wanna
Love every single part of my body
Top to the bottom
I’m not a supermodel from a magazine
I’m okay with not being perfect

[Chorus]
‘Cause that’s perfect to me
(la, la, la-la, la, la, la-la, la, la, la-la)
‘Cause that’s perfect to me
(la, la, la-la, la, la, la-la, la, la, la-la)
‘Cause that’s perfect to me

[Bridge]
If you don’t wanna wear make-up, don’t wear make-up
If you don’t wanna break-up, then kiss and make up
Remember if you wanna you can go home
You can say that enough is enough, ah
Alright, this is your time
Time for your life to be yours

[Outro]
Don’t feel like putting make-up on my cheeks
Do what I wanna
Love every single part of my body
Top to the bottom
I’m not a supermodel from a magazine
I’m okay with not being perfect
‘Cause that’s perfect to me

Carnage – Visa Lyrics

[Intro]
Don’t let me, don’t let me
Don’t let me, me, me down
Don’t let me, don’t let me
Don’t let me, me, me down
You will see, you will see
You will see how
You will see

[Verse 1]
You will see how I want you bad
See you at my place
She knows I do this for a reason
I want you in the deep end
But I know how to treat you
You’re crazy if you think I’d leave you
Baby I am what you need, oh
What you need, oh

[Chorus]
But I’d do anything to please her
I’d do anything to please her
Without you, I swear I just freeze up
Let’s throw everything on Visa

[Break]
I want you bad
See you
At my place, deep end
You will…
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Young Troy, New York with your visa
Young Troy, you a genius
It’s too late, too late, I crossed the border, I’m not leavin’
You waited for me, I can’t wait to make it home
I act like I don’t need you and I know it’s wrong
But, I’d never throw your love away
I want you to stay
In the back of my mind, know you’ll stay
I’d never throw your love away
I want you to stay
In the back of my mind, know you’ll stay

[Chorus]
But I’d do anything to please her
I’d do anything to please her
Without you, I swear I just freeze up
Let’s throw everything on Visa
I would do anything to please her
We could get away from [?]
We could get away from here, to please her

[Break]
I want you bad
See you
At my place, deep end
You will…
I want you in the…
I want you bad
See you
At my place, deep end
You will…
I want you bad
See you
At my place, deep end
You will…

ASAP Rocky – ASAP Forever lyrics

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Gang, gang, gang

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
They talkin’ down on my name, don’t let ’em run off with the name
Man I just run with the gang, A$AP boys came with the flame
Gang, gang, they talkin’ down on the gang
They wanna rep with the name, but this ain’t no regular name
Gang, gang, they tryna run with the name
I might pull up with three K, but I do not f*ck with no Klan
Gang gang, them boys not flexin’ the same
I’m done with adjustin’ to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang, gang, I tell her come f*ck with the gang
I tell ’em don’t f*ck with the gang
It’s time to f*ck up the whole game!

[Verse: A$AP Rocky]
Come f*ck with the Mob, shout out to the Lords and the Gods
In love with my bitch cause she bi
My ice like the stars, I tell that bitch, “Cover your eyes
Cause smokin’ with me, you go blind”
She losin’ her mind, we kiss to Frank Ocean and Blonde
Convincin’ my bitch to go blonde
Was born in the dark, I can’t even open my blinds
On Yams and that’s word to my mom
Margiela Mad Man with cases I’m still tryna beat
A bunch of sh*t from a long time ago
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
Like dominos, nigga, Geronimos
When it’s my time to go, adios, vamonos
Flacko no Dominicano but eat the tostones with platanos
Dealing with life and its highs and lows
I’m just livin’ like I’m supposed
I guess it’s called livin’, sh*t I suppose
I’m on my live alone, die VLONE
You talk about spending or buyin’ clothes
I’m ’bout my business but I’m alone
I still had the vision when I was broke, f*ckin’ on bitches and foreign hoes
Flyin’ out womens to borin’ shows, I pray to God I don’t overdose
I put A$AP on my tat, I put New York on the map
I put the gang on the flame, they gon’ remember the name
They robbin’ boys for the chain, I got Goyard by the sack
I got the boof by the pack, I f*cked your boo in her back

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
Gang, gang, them boys not flexing the same
I’m done with adjusting to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang, gang, I tell her come f*ck with the gang
I tell ’em don’t f*ck with the gang
It’s time to f*ck up the whole game!
(Game, game, game, game)

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky & Khloe Anna]
Gang, gang
They tryna front on the gang, they gon’ remember my name
True to truth somehow (gang, gang)
But never truly lied at all, then and now
They tryna front on the gang
Truth somehow
Gang, A$AP boys come with the flame
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now

[Outro: Khloe Anna & Moby]
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
In my dreams, I’m dying all the time
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
Then I wake, it’s kaleidoscopic mind
But never truly lied at all
But never truly lied at all, then and now
I never meant to hurt you (then and now)
I never meant to lie

A$AP Rocky – A$AP Forever Lyrics

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Gang, gang, gang

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
They talkin’ down on my name, don’t let ’em run off with the name
Man I just run with the gang, A$AP boys came with the flame
Gang, gang, they talkin’ down on the gang
They wanna rep with the name, but this ain’t no regular name
Gang, gang, they tryna run with the name
I might pull up with three K, but I do not fuck with no Klan
Gang, gang, them boys not flexin’ the same
I’m done with adjustin’ to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell ’em don’t fuck with the gang
It’s time to fuck up the whole game!

[Verse: A$AP Rocky]
Come fuck with the Mob, shout out to the Lords and the Gods
In love with my bitch ’cause she bi
My ice like the stars, I tell that bitch, “Cover your eyes
Cause smokin’ with me, you go blind”
She losin’ her mind, we kiss to Frank Ocean and Blonde
Convincin’ my bitch to go blonde
Was born in the dark, I can’t even open my blinds
On Yams and that’s word to my mom
Margiela Mad Man with cases I’m still tryna beat
A bunch of shit from a long time ago
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
Like dominos, nigga, Geronimos
When it’s my time to go, adios, vamonos
Flacko no Dominicano but eat the tostones with platanos
Dealing with life and its highs and lows
I’m just livin’ like I’m supposed
I guess it’s called livin’, shit I suppose
I’m on my live alone, die VLONE
You talk about spending or buyin’ clothes
I’m ’bout my business but I’m alone
I still had the vision when I was broke, fuckin’ on bitches and foreign hoes
Flyin’ out womens to borin’ shows, I pray to God I don’t overdose
I put A$AP on my tat, I put New York on the map
I put the gang on the flame, they gon’ remember the name
They robbin’ boys for the chain, I got Goyard by the sack
I got the boof by the pack, I fucked your boo in her back

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
Gang, gang, them boys not flexing the same
I’m done with adjusting to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell ’em don’t fuck with the gang
It’s time to fuck up the whole game!
(Game, game, game, game)

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky & Khloe Anna]
Gang, gang
They tryna front on the gang, they gon’ remember my name
True to truth somehow (gang, gang)
But never truly lied at all, then and now
They tryna front on the gang
Truth somehow
Gang, A$AP boys come with the flame
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now

[Outro: Khloe Anna & Moby]
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
In my dreams, I’m dying all the time
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
Then I wake, it’s kaleidoscopic mind
But never truly lied at all
But never truly lied at all, then and now
I never meant to hurt you (then and now)
I never meant to lie

ASAP Rocky – A$Ap Forever (feat. Moby)

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Gang, gang, gang

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
They talkin’ down on my name, don’t let ’em run off with the name
Man I just run with the gang, A$AP boys came with the flame
Gang, gang, they talkin’ down on the gang
They wanna rep with the name, but this ain’t no regular name
Gang, gang, they tryna run with the name
I might pull up with three K, but I do not fuck with no Klan
Gang gang, them boys not flexin’ the same
I’m done with adjustin’ to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell ’em don’t fuck with the gang
It’s time to fuck up the whole game!

[Verse: A$AP Rocky]
Come fuck with the Mob, shout out to the Lords and the Gods
In love with my bitch cause she bi
My ice like the stars, I tell that bitch, "Cover your eyes
Cause smokin’ with me, you go blind"
She losin’ her mind, we kiss to Frank Ocean and Blonde
Convincin’ my bitch to go blonde
Was born in the dark, I can’t even open my blinds
On Yams and that’s word to my mom
Margiela Mad Man with cases I’m still tryna beat
A bunch of shit from a long time ago
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
Like dominos, nigga, Geronimos
When it’s my time to go, adios, vamonos
Flacko no Dominicano but eat the tostones with platanos
Dealing with life and its highs and lows
I’m just livin’ like I’m supposed
I guess it’s called livin’, shit I suppose
I’m on my live alone, die VLONE
You talk about spending or buyin’ clothes
I’m ’bout my business but I’m alone
I still had the vision when I was broke, fuckin’ on bitches and foreign hoes
Flyin’ out womens to borin’ shows, I pray to God I don’t overdose
I put A$AP on my tat, I put New York on the map
I put the gang on the flame, they gon’ remember the name
They robbin’ boys for the chain, I got Goyard by the sack
I got the boof by the pack, I fucked your boo in her back

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
Gang, gang, them boys not flexing the same
I’m done with adjusting to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell ’em don’t fuck with the gang
It’s time to fuck up the whole game!
(Game, game, game, game)

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky & Khloe Anna]
Gang, gang
They tryna front on the gang, they gon’ remember my name
True to truth somehow (gang, gang)
But never truly lied at all, then and now
They tryna front on the gang
Truth somehow
Gang, A$AP boys come with the flame
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now

[Outro: Khloe Anna & Moby]
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
In my dreams, I’m dying all the time
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
Then I wake, it’s kaleidoscopic mind
But never truly lied at all
But never truly lied at all, then and now
I never meant to hurt you (then and now)
I never meant to lie

6ix9ine – Wish You Never Done That Lyrics

[Verse]
Wish you never done that, I come back
Wish you never plugged that, I bust back
Wish you never wore that, so run that
Wish I could bring South back, I love Stat
Wish you never done that, I come back
Wish you never plugged that, I bust back
Wish you never wore that, so run that
Wish I could bring South back, I love Stat

[Verse]
Wish I could bring Pun back
Blaow, nigga, run that
Tear that lil’ body, yeah we gon’ let these hoes out
Shocka bring stacks back, Kyle let the MAC clap
Tell they feet pick up, yeah, ’bout to give you niggas hell
Blicky make the nigga yell, bring me the beams
Made em scream when a nigga fell
Shootout with the law, all the Mark forces in jail
Niggas say they love me
But I can see it in these niggas’ eyes, they don’t wish me well
I don’t need the company, they smiling when a nigga fell
Seein’ that I’m poppin’ them shots I’m like “go out”
40 snitches, 40 snitches, that man’s a no-tell
Digging ditches, 40 niggas, toss ’em in, so well
Drive by, leave him in the street, nigga road-kill
HBA, gold front, let me guess, so trill?
Nigga this New York
Make the wrong move and the goon let twos spark
So work hard and move salt

[Verse]
Wish you never done that, I come back
Wish you never plugged that, I bust back
Wish you never wore that, so run that
Wish I could bring South back, I love Stat
Wish you never done that, I come back
Wish you never plugged that, I bust back
Wish you never wore that, so run that
Wish I could bring South back, I love Stat

Sean Paul & David Guetta – Mad Love (feat. Becky G)

[Intro: Becky G]
Jiggle up yuh body
Jiggle up yuh sinting

[Pre-Chorus: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Love me, love me like that
Love me like we ain’t never let go (How you mean?)
Love me, love me like that
Poco poco, muy, muy lento (Zeen!)
Take your time and do it just like we were in Jamaica or New York (Woop, woop, woop, woop)
Love me, love me like that
Love me, give me some mad love

[Chorus: Becky G]
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Love me, give me some mad love

[Verse 1: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Baby girl cau’ me lovin’ how your body fat
Gimme some a dat
Lovin’ how your booty pop when the beat drop
Come in my baby when you do it is a wrap
Love the energy when you fling it up back
Steppin’ in gyal you pepparin’, you ever look hot
Epic win gyal, you know say you never yet flop
I know I see weh mi wah fi attack
Mi eye deh ‘pon she, precise and exact

[Pre-Chorus: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Good lord, girl, yuh going so hard (Woo)
Girl your legs look the best when I’m spreadin’ the two apart
(Oh, yeah yeah yeah)
Good lord, why you going so hard? (Do it, girl)
Boy, I’m tryna to be good but you’re making me be so bad
(Bidi, bang, bang, bang)
Love me, love me like that
Love me like we ain’t never let go (How you mean?)
Love me, love me like that
Poco poco, muy, muy lento (Zeen!)
Take your time and do it just like we were in Jamaica or New York (Woop, woop, woop, woop)
Love me, love me like that
Love me, give me some mad love

[Chorus: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Love me, give me some mad love (Bidi bang)
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo (Woop, woop, woop, woop)
Love me, give me some mad love (Bidi, bang, bang, bang)

[Verse 2: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Spin like a propeller you a da in ting
Spin my girl, cau’ you know how to swing
Jiggle up your body, Jiggle up di sinting
Unquestionable you a run the sinting
Stepping in, ’bout to get it but you ever look hot
I’m the queen, boy, you know that you never yet flop
Are yoy ready fi a night of loving wid the stamina king?
Mi hear you body callin’

[Pre-Chorus: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Good lord, girl, yuh going so hard (Woo, woo, woo)
Girl your legs look the best when I’m spreadin’ the two apart
(Oh, yeah yeah yeah)
Good lord, why you makin’ it so hard?
Ain’t it good enough for you
You ready break down my guard (Bing, bing, bing)
Love me, love me like that
Love me like we ain’t never let go (Let go)
Love me, love me like that
Poco poco, muy, muy lento
Take your time and do it just like we were in Jamaica or New York
(Bidi, bang, bang, bang)
Love me, love me like that
Love me, give me some mad love

[Chorus: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Love me, give me some mad love (Bidi, bang, bang, bang)
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Watch the tempo, watch the tempo
Love me, give me some mad love (Woop, woop, woop, woop)

Joe Budden – Where I’m From Lyrics

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
[?] not New York, but dudes get stabbed
Get shot like New York, niggas get robbed
Get got like New York, but they don’t make the news
‘Cause it’s not New York
Hope you heard me, boy, look, I’m from Jersey, boy
Where it’s still half off that [?], boy
I was driving, shotgun was Ike when that faggot on the bike
Rode by and tried to murk me boy
But chill, here’s the head crack, I’m an O.G., I don’t [?] that
[?] you nah mean?
[?] tools gon’ flare
In a society if you nobody then actually who’s gonna care?
They won’t call your next of kin, I’ll make your family aware
And the whole hood is dipped up so having sanity’s rare
I’m from where embalming fluid ain’t stop yet and city hall’s primary project
Is knocking down the projects, they ain’t finished that yet
See, I’m from carjack central, niggas’ll go in your ride
While you pick up the Jersey Journal, “Damn, so and so died”
I’m from where the dope game is bad, so every hustler can’t hustle
Tryna hustle [?] rapper
[?] a young nigga with a few bars to say
‘Cause nigga, rap’s the new wet, weed, and yay
I’m from where [?] had it locked ’til dude had him shot
For everybody to see and everybody was relieved
I’m from where the blocks is dark [?] with ya gun cocked
And the hospitals will fuck you up worse than a gunshot
From where screws is loose, gunpoint dudes strip nude
And that ain’t even half of New [?], nigga

[Ad-Libs: DJ Clue]
O-oh, o-oh
[?]
[?]
[?]

[Verse 2: Stack Bundles]
From the last stop on the [?] train where the youngun let his thang bang
We shoulda left the two [?]
Where the skies is great ’cause no stars around
[?] was the last star around
Home [?] in the street
Fourty niggas [?] fourty-first side piece
Where Edgeman, Raw P, and Redford [?]
Get your shit [?] no gettin’ it back
We’re from where bitch niggas go to jail and turn thug, and (what else?)
Crip niggas go to jail and turn Blood, and
Niggas come home, flip a lil weed
End up with barbershops and music stores with CD’s
[?] niggas on seventh was gettin’ it [?]
[?] their own workers [?] uncomfortably
Where they argue ’bout whose fuckin’ whose broad
Or whose drivin’ what cars [?] niggas hatin’ like he got that [?]
Where old heads [?] gettin’ it [?] kept gettin’ robbed
So they wanted out the game and converted to God
Where niggas play the corners ’til they pecks is done
And out-of-towners come to blam blam the cannons and run
From the other side where Queen’s niggas don’t come through much
The record exec’s wouldn’t sign us, said we’d done too much
So they ran over to Brooklyn and thought [?]
I don’t know what the fuck they thought, them niggas [?] just like us
[?] the streets get the best of you the beef’s inevitable
[?] half price, [?]
[?] the soldiers fall and thugs we are all
I’m from [?], son, just thought I’d remind y’all

[Chorus: Stack Bundles]
[?] shit’s thorough [?] son
Ain’t nothin’ nice (nothin’, nothin’)
[?] shit’s thorough [?] son
Ain’t nothin’ nice (nothin’, nothin’)

Safaree – Hunnid

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Let’s get it

[Chorus]
Hundred on, hundred on this (on this, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on whip (on whip, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on that (on that, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on wrist (on wrist, drip)
Drip drip, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish
Hundred on, hundred on this (on this, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on whip (on whip, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on that (on that, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on wrist (on wrist, drip)
Drip drip, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish

[Verse 1]
Pull up, pop out
Roof up, top down
Windows, tinted
Skrrt skrrt, out now (skrrt)
Now I’m more icy, now them folks tryna bite me (whoa)
And my fist is too pricy, killin’ them, where the ivy? (oh)
Look at they face, what a disgrace
I know they just mad ’cause they not at my pace
I need to buy crates, I need me a Wraith
My neck lookin’ like it’s the roof of the Wraith
That’s all ice, now your bitch wanna skate
Yeah that’s my side bitch and yeah that’s your bae
Pull off to your bakery, I need my cake
Don’t be talkin’ that shit ’cause I know where you stay
My diamonds a faucet drippin’, you know what this cost bitch?
I couldn’t afford this, now all the checks are enormous
I came from New York bitch, next stop is the Forbes List
Now I pull up in spaceships, damn I should’ve recorded

[Pre-Chorus]
Rob me you get two with the same damn nine
I hit you and hit you in the same damn crime
All that fake shit not approved so you’re peaceful to crime
I put screws in your head, now your name Frankenstein, let’s get it

[Chorus]
Hundred on, hundred on this (on this, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on whip (on whip, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on that (on that, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on wrist (on wrist, drip)
Drip drip, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish
Hundred on, hundred on this (on this, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on whip (on whip, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on that (on that, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on wrist (on wrist, drip)
Drip drip, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish

[Verse 2]
Popped out, I’m in
This real, diamonds
Flossy (oh), shinin’ (oh)
Your mans, lyin’ (strip)
You rockin’ them Cubiks, what the fuck is you talkin’ ’bout? (huh?)
My wrist is like water, and they hopin’ I drain it out (woo woo)
You niggas be frontin’, ain’t about nothin’
Get him a pump ’cause he huffin’ and puffin’
Making me hurl, I’m so sick to my stomach
No track and field but you know that I run it
Find a hater, point him out (where?)
Another hater, get him out (where?)
Third hater, hit him out (where?)
Fourth hater, kick him out
You ain’t live, you ain’t valid
You ain’t winnin’, you ain’t Khaled
Someone go tell Charlemagne this a hit with a mallet
You ain’t live, you ain’t valid
You ain’t winnin’, you ain’t Khaled
Could’ve did this with Onika, this a hit with a mallet

[Pre-Chorus]
Rob me you get two with the same damn nine
I hit you and hit you in the same damn crime
All that fake shit not approved so you’re peaceful to crime
I put screws in your head, now your name Frankenstein, let’s get it

[Chorus]
Hundred on, hundred on this (on this, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on whip (on whip, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on that (on that, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on wrist (on wrist, drip)
Drip drip, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish
Hundred on, hundred on this (on this, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on whip (on whip, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on that (on that, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on wrist (on wrist, drip)
Drip drip, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish

Pete Townshend – Face The Face (Album Version)

Face the face, got to face the face
Face the face, got to face the face

You must have heard the cautionary tales
The dangers hidden on the cul-de-sac trails
From wiser folk who have been through it all
And the faded names sprayed up on the wall

We’ve got to judge the judge
We’ve got to find the finds
We’ve got to scheme the schemes
We’ve got to line the lines
We must stake the stakes
We gotta show the shown
We gotta take the takes
We gotta know the known

(Try to place the place
Where we can face the face)
We got to face the face
(Try to place the place
Where we can face the face)

Face the face, got to face the face
Face the face, got to face the face

Got to
Got to

You must have tried and defied belief
Maybe buried your head in insular grief
I need your hunger, you need mine
A million mouths can swallow up time

We’ve got to fool the fools
We got to plan the plans
We got to rule the rules
We got to stand the stands
We got to fight the fight
We must fall the falls
We got to light the light
We got to call the calls

(We must race the race
So we can face the face)
We got to race the race
(We must race the race
So we can face the face)

Face the face, we got to face the face
We got to race the race
We got to

Keep looking

New York, Chicago
London and Glasgow
Keep looking

Keep on looking
Keep on cooking
Got to stay on this case
Study the pix
Watch the flix
We’ve got to find the face

Face the face, got to face the face (Watch the flix)
Got to

We’ve got to judge the judge
We got to find the finds
We’ve got to scheme the schemes
We got to line the lines
We got to fight the fight
We got to fall the falls
We got to light the light
We got to call the calls

(Try to place the place
Where we can face the face)
We got to face the face
(Try to place the place
Where we can face the face)
(Try to place the place
Where we can face the face)
Keep looking, keep looking
(We must race the race
So we can face the face)
We got to race the race
(We must race the race
So we can face the face)
We got to face the face
We got to race the race

Slim Thug – Twiy

[Intro]
We short a coupla mil
I go on the street for it
Make a coupla moves
A mil here and there, no? Ok?
Time is gold, we gotta expand
The whole operation, Mr Brewster
New York, Chicago, L.A
We gotta set our own mark, and enforce it

[Verse 1]
We some young boss niggas that stay up on our job
So now we living like the mob
Like the President, that’s me and my squad, nigga
My niggas hustle hard, shine hard, cause I grind hard
Getting paid. living life like superstars, got it made
I ain’t lying man, I swear to God
We on our J’s all night and day, no sleep
Been four day, niggas always wonder how I’m winning
Because I hustle every day, and don’t do no spending
All my Ace of Spade days way in the past
I only celebrate birthdays and fuck off the cash
Kept spending but a hustler had to invest
Fuck fucking off the cash, just to stay fresh
Thinking back on them days, all the money I made
Could have bought another crib with all that money I paid
Everyday I’m on my grind trying to get to it
And if you use your mind, I bet you can do it
Niggas love to act blind and try to play stupid
Just leave their lazy ass behind and go keep it moving
Ten cars back to back, you can tell we living large
We living like the mob
Police on my dick, ’cause I got a hundred cars
We some hood superstars, all my niggas instant millionaires
Moving keys, been real for a long time
We OG’s, in the hood you can ask about me
They know me, I been balling before you big timers had O.z’s
Can’t be silent, words match my actions
If I say I’mma do it then I make it happen
When I hit that Boulevard girls get attracted (they watching)
’cause they see some black kings that’s out here to have them
We some young boss niggas that stay up on our job
So now we living like the mob, well enough
Like the President, that’s me and my squad
My niggas hustle hard, hard

[Outro]
I never fucked anybody over in my life
Didn’t have any cut, you got that?
All I have in this world is my balls
I work, I don’t break ’em for nobody
Do you understand?
Me I want what’s coming to me
What’s coming to me
The world and everything in it

Frank Sinatra – Theme From New York, New York Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Start spreadin’ the news
I’m leavin’ today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York

[Verse 2]
These vagabond shoes
Are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it
New York, New York

[Bridge]
I want to wake up
In a city that doesn’t sleep
And find I’m king of the hill
Top of the heap…

[Verse 3]
These little-town blues
Are melting away
I’ll make a brand new start of it
In old New York
If I can make it there
I’ll make it anywhere
It’s up to you
New York, New York
New York, New York

[Bridge]
I want to wake up in a city
That never sleeps
And find I’m “A” number one
Top of the list
King of the hill, “A” number one…

[Verse 4]
These…little town…. blues
Are…melting away
I’m gonna make a brand new start of it
In old New York

[Outro]
And… If I can make it there
I’m gonna make it anywhere
It’s up to you
New York, New Yoooooooooork…
New Yooork!

Lil B – Dior Denim Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Bitch you know what the fuck this is (Swag)
Based doubled out with the pussy on top
Ask my cousin if I spank them bitches
Know if she suck dick, I’ma take them bitches
With a mouth full of spit
Pay 50 thousand dollars for a top notch bitch
Girls love me cause I punish them bitches
For talking
Went to New York to the Yankee Stadium
Fuck 30 bitches, dude you be raping ’em
Fuck model girls in the ass, I’m classy
Young BasedGod told the bitch she nasty
Paid a couple G’s just to pop some bottles
I be fucking hood rats and I fuck them models
Don’t discriminate even though I’m famous
[?] be surprised when I come to the hood
Got a iced out ring bitch look like Jesus
Got the chrome .45 with extended pieces
Bitch I be looking so good
I’m like baby, come from the hood

[Interlude]
Real nigga, yeah bitch
Ayy bitch, I’m a-I’m a real nigga with a 50 inch dick
A-list model, bitch you can suck my dick

[Verse 2]
In LA with Travis Barker
Riding in the scraper, no Aston Martin
Real
Real niggas don’t divide, we just keep on riding, you feel me

[Interlude 2]
Red Flame Devil Music
Ayy I got a fucking chest cold and I’m still doing shit
Bitch that’s why I’m relaxed bitch
I got a fucking bronchio-cold or something
Whatever it is
Got a little mucus in my chest fucking bitch
And the bitches still suck my dick cause they love me
Bitches love me
I don’t understand how niggas be calling me gay when all the bitches love me
Contradictory

Sean Paul & David Guetta – Mad Love Lyrics Ft. Becky G

Sean Paul & David Guetta – Mad Love Lyrics Ft. Becky G

[Intro: Becky G]
Jiggle up your body
Jiggle up your swing, swing

[Pre-Chorus: Becky G & Sean Paul]
Love me, love me like that
Love me like we ain’t never let go (how you mean?)
Love me, love me like that
Puco, puco, muy, muy lento (sing)
Take your time and do it just like we were in Jamaica or New York (woop woop woop)
Love me, love me like that
Love me, give me some mad love

[Chorus: Becky G & Sean Paul]
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Love me, give me some mad love

[Verse 1: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Baby girl, got me lovin’ on your body fat, give me some of that
Rubbin’ on your booty fat, wanna beat ya up
Me and my baby, when you [?] to the rap
Love the energy when you feel it [?]
In gyal, you preparin’, you ever look hot
You the queen gyal, ya know so you never get flopped
I know I see when me walk fi ya spot
Eyes upon cheeck, precise and exact

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[Pre-Chorus: Becky G & Sean Paul]
Good Lord, girl, you going too hard (woo)
Gyal ya light up the place when I’m spreadin’ the two apart (oh, yeah yeah yeah)
Good Lord, why you going so hard? (Do it, girl)
Boy, I’m tryna make up but you’re making me feel so bad (bidi bang bang bang)
Love me, love me like that
Love me like we ain’t never let go (how you mean?)
Love me, love me like that
Puco, puco, muy, muy lento (sing)
Take your time and do it just like we were in Jamaica or New York (woop woop woop)
Love me, love me like that
Love me, give me some mad love

[Chorus: Becky G & Sean Paul]
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Love me, give me some mad love (bidi bang)
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo (woop woop woop)
Love me, give me some mad love (bidi bang bang bang)

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[Verse 2: Sean Paul & Becky G]
Been there preparin’, your body insane
Still my gyal so you no how to swing
Jiggle up your body, jiggle up and swing, swing
And gyal say never, you a relentless thing
Stepping in, ’bout to get it but you ever look hot
I’m the queen, boy, you know that you never get flopped
Are you ready fi a night of loving?
With the stamina king, hear your body calling

[Pre-Chorus: Becky G & Sean Paul]
Good Lord, girl, you going too hard (woo)
Gyal ya light up the place when I’m spreadin’ the two apart (oh, yeah yeah yeah)
Good Lord, why you going so hard? (Do it, girl)
Boy, I’m tryna make up but you’re making me feel so bad (bidi bang bang bang)
Love me, love me like that
Love me like we ain’t never let go (how you mean?)
Love me, love me like that
Puco, puco, muy, muy lento (blaze it)
Take your time and do it just like we were in Jamaica or New York (woop woop woop)
Love me, love me like that
Love me, give me some mad love

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[Chorus: Becky G & Sean Paul]
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Love me, give me some mad love (bidi bang bang bang)
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo
Watch the tempo (woop woop woop)
Love me, give me some mad love

Tee Grizzley – First Day Out (Remix) (feat. Meek Mill)

[Intro: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
These niggas prayed on my downfall (They did!)
These niggas prayed on my downfall
On all ten, bitch, I stood tall (True shit)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I pour the D’Usse like I’m John Wall
Counter-clock the pots up in the kitchen, I need this shit cook crack
I made a milli from rappin’ and I ain’t look back
I brought that Dawn in my hood, they was like, "What’s that?"
They tried to tell me I lost, nigga, I shook that (shook)
Bein’ broke did somethin’ to my soul (soul)
Had a nigga locked down, 23 in the hole (hole)
Touch down, came home, pourin’ Ace up with Hov’ (Hov’)
I done bagged a popstar, put a Wraith on the road
Thank God, ain’t it a blessin’? (What?)
We made it out from State, went from all that stressin’
After them chi-chis, writin’ them letters (what else? What else?)
Collect call on them bitches, they intercept us (hey)
I’m from Philly, nigga, but that money long as Broad Street
Four deep, I got floor seats watchin’ ‘Bron ball (‘Bron ball)
Beef with corny niggas, corn beef, we don’t mind y’all (mind y’all)
If it’s really beef, I will find y’all (find y’all)
If that nigga hate, fuck his main and his side broad (and his side broad)
Yes, I bought stress with that work through that mail
We gon’ kill you if you nervous, if you nervous, you might tell (if you nervous, you might tell)
One-thousand three grams, a birdie on the scale (scale)
She got the head like that hoe went to Yale (Yale)
I only fuck if that pussy don’t smell (for real)
I bought that bitch a new purse at Chanel (for real)
I told her hold down this Glock, if it’s real
I’m on probation, I can’t go to jail, no

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
They still prayin’ for my downfall (Free Meek)
I feel ’em prayin’ on my downfall
From the yard to the streets, I’ma stand tall
I won 50 on the Eagles, split it with my dogs
Tell her get the 1s, no money guns, I need this shit thrown right
Private jet when its urgent, gotta get flown right
Brandon Graham from Detroit, nigga, that’s home right
Expensive designers can’t fit big niggas so my clothes type
Persia to [?], now it’s New York to Cali
Rosecrans, the hottest daily, Free G-Weeder, that’s my family
I went platinum, I get paid to be on camera
I’m the only nigga from my generation with a mansion (Free Meek Mill)
Other niggas from my generation dead or in the pen
Still pray for them niggas ’cause some of them my mans
Niggas shot my little brother, I jumped in that van
Now them same niggas won’t breathe again, speak again
I fuck with LeBron but the money tall as Shaq, bitch
Longest Mac bitch, catch this Mac clip
Spend a night with me these bitches gotta get they tracks fixed
I don’t know how long I’ma last in this rap shit
So that deal money gotta invest it in this bag, bitch
Ayy, I wear that glizzy like it’s fashion
A bitch not ’bout to treat my like I’m average
Don’t take this bag if it’s too much for you to manage
Only joke around the circle, don’t let niggas see you laughin’
Ayy, who you lil’ niggas talkin’ to?
If you ain’t my mans and we argue, I’m offin’ you
If you hit my trenches with that chain, it’s comin’ off of you
I might buy your bitch a pair of Yeezy’s, they comfortable
Turned my niggas into bosses, that’s what bosses do
Why you niggas askin’ for my number? I don’t fuck with you
Got a nigga from Chicago, he got money too
But that boy’ll still eat your chain like a Lunchable
Rollie on my wrist and it’s fully sprayed
Got these niggas pocket watchin’, they like what he paid
Bitch bad like Beyonce, sippin’ lemonade
With the D’usse they can’t do me ’cause a nigga made

[Outro: Meek Mill & Tee Grizzley]
I know they praying on my downfall (they did)
These niggas prayed on my downfall (they did)
They still praying on your downfall (for real)
I pour a deuce up like I’m John Wall (for real)

DMX Meets Same Fate As Meek Mill Back In Jail For Bail Violation

DMX is destined for the same fate as Meek Mill.

The Ruff Ryders rap legend, whose real name is Earl Simmons, is back in jail for violating his bail conditions. TMZ reported that X failed a mandatory drug test after appearing in court this morning in Manhattan. The judge ordered him remanded in custody arguing that he was a flight risk after being tested positive for cocaine, oxycodone, and opiates.

DMX was spotted last week in a St. Louis airport bar boozing out while buying shots for patrons and preaching. Prosecutors played the video in court while arguing that is another clear violation of his probation. The rapper’s attorney, Murray Richman, didn’t have much to say to reporters except about this latest development in Simmons ongoing legal battle. “I’m saddened and disappointed,” Richman said. “We’ll have to deal with it accordingly.”

The legendary rapper pleaded guilty to tax evasion in November last year when he was released on a $500,000 bond. Part of the conditions for his bail was mandatory rehab which he completed but seems he is right back to square one where drugs aare concerned. DMX will remain behind bars until his sentencing for his tax evasion case on March 29th. He is facing years in prison for concealing millions of dollars in a scheme dated back decades, according to the New York prosecutor.

Last year November, Meek Mill was sentenced to 2-4 years in prison for violating his probation by popping wheelies in the streets of New York and getting arrested in St. Louis. Both charges were eventually dismissed, but the judge still sent him to prison, sparking a nationwide uproar from fans of the rapper and his celebrity peers including JAY-Z and Rev Al Sharpton. Unlike Meek Mill, DMX has a serious case on his hand and is likely to go away for a while. His plea deal may also play a part in his sentence.

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Sting – Englishman In New York (At Grammy Awards 2018) (Live)

I don’t drink coffee I take tea, my dear.
I like my toast done on one side.
And you can hear it in my accent when I talk,
I’m an Englishman in New York.

You see me walking down Fifth Avenue,
A walking cane here at my side.
I take it everywhere I walk,
I’m an Englishman in New York.

Whoa. I’m an alien.
I’m a legal alien.
I’m an Englishman in New York.
Whoa. I’m an alien.
I’m a legal alien.
I’m an Englishman in New York.

If "manners maketh man" as someone said,
He’s the hero of the day.
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and mile.
Be yourself no matter what they say.

Whoa. I’m an alien.
I’m a legal alien.
I’m an Englishman in New York.
Whoa. I’m an alien.
I’m a legal alien.
I’m an Englishman in New York.

Modesty, propriety can lead to notoriety,
But you could end up as the only one.
Gentleness, sobriety are rare in this society.
At night a candle’s brighter than the sun.

Takes more than combat gear to make a man.
Takes more than a license for a gun.
Confront your enemies, avoid them when you can.
A gentleman will walk but never run.

If "manners maketh man" as someone said,
He’s the hero of the day.
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and mile.
Be yourself no matter what they say.
Be yourself no matter what they say.
Be yourself no matter what they say.
Be yourself no matter what they say.
Be yourself no matter what they say.
Be yourself no matter what they say.
Be yourself no matter what they say.
Be yourself no matter what they say.
Be yourself no matter what they say.
Be yourself no matter what they say.

Drake Working On Lebron James Tribute Song

Drake is currently working on a Lebron James tribute single after the Cleveland Cavaliers star reached a milestone 30,000 points.

King James has been celebrating his achievement all week and the 6 God is catching some Lebron fever after delivering his new Scary Hours EP. Bron’s achievement has been echoing far and wide with a lot of his NBA peers congratulating him and even some folks from inside rap circles have been paying homage to the basketball legend. Drake is taking it a step further by recording a song specifically for Lebron James in honor of his 30,000 points milestone.

“Seems like every time we look up, you’re setting another milestone or breaking another record and I always tell you that you’re one of the most inspirational people in my life,” Drake said in a video posted on Twitter by Bron’s company Uninterrupted. “Every time you do something like this I always try to get in the studio and make the song that would go with the moment.”

Other rappers like JAY-Z, Nas, Diddy among others have also shared their reactions to his 30K points achievement. Drake then picked up the most expensive bottle of wine he could find in his house, a 1961 Petrus which retail for anywhere between $6,000-$25,000. Instead of drinking it he smashed it on the floor. The whole thing looked so fake you can see it in the video below. One thing that is very real in this situation is the song Drizzy is working on. He posted a video on his IG page of himself and his crew taking a studio break while sinking a shot from down town.

Drake also did a bit of history making himself this week when he smash Spotify and Apple Music single day streaming record and it was only from two songs on an EP. Imagine if it was an entire album, something tells me the 6 God is coming for them this year.

New York’s finest, @S_C_ & @Nas got nothin’ but love for The King. #30KandKlimbing pic.twitter.com/ufD5L9i1QB

— UNINTERRUPTED (@uninterrupted) January 24, 2018

“Every time we look up you’re setting another milestone or breaking another record…” — @Drake #30KandKlimbing pic.twitter.com/zYuvbQTRRw

— UNINTERRUPTED (@uninterrupted) January 24, 2018

.@KingJames is the epitome of hard work – @Diddy & Dave Chappelle can definitely relate. #30KandKlimbing pic.twitter.com/FSUQk9NHqq

— UNINTERRUPTED (@uninterrupted) January 24, 2018

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Joey Bada$$ – King To A God (feat. Dessy Hinds)

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
Hol’ up, uh, back on my bullshit, I’m packin’ a full clip
I’m triggered, bitch, get back ‘fore I pull it and let it rip, uh (woo!)
Hit you off from the hip-up, my Glock, it don’t hiccup
You better get a grip and don’t slip up (yeah!) (ah!)
Now put your hands where my eyes can see
Like it’s a stick up (yeah!)
Make one false move, you gettin’ lit up (brr!)
‘Cause I don’t give a fuck like Bishop (no!)
I’m crazy like a redneck in a pickup (c’mon!)
Shit get ugly like Chauncey Billups (word!)
Hol’ up, lemme fill up my cup with some fine wine
Your bitch wanna fuck, all I gotta do is find time
Said I just really want that Einstein (yeah!)
But fuck it, watch her throw it back
Like a Thursday on my timeline (woo!)
Swear I’m so out of my mind (word!)
The only one of my kind (c’mon!)
Between me and you is a fine-line
I sell rhymes like dimes and leave MFs doomed (doomed!)
Since my first tunes, I’ve been raisin’ hell from the tombs (tombs!)
Look, I’m gettin’ hotter every June (yeah!)
You say you with the smoke?
Well, I’m with the heavy fumes (c’mon!)
You got goons, I got goons (yeah!)
Everybody got goons, question is: Do you got the Cojóns?
You niggas coons that really need to stop the buffoonery
‘Fore I take it back on them start
Snatchin’ they jewelry (gimme that!)
You niggas talk tough but that shit don’t be foolin’ me (no!)
Fuck around and this verse gon’ be in your eulogy
This the type the of shit I do usually (ha!)
I move indubitably
And put these words together so beautifully (c’mon!)
While I beat the beat up so brutally (uh huh!)
Like cops in my community abusin’ diplomatic immunity (psh!)
Said I’m soon to be the greatest in your top five (yeah!)
‘Cause when I drop watch the rest drop just like flies (yeah!)
They be shook when a nigga like me on the rise (yeah!)
‘Cause I ain’t afraid to look a lyin’ king up in his eyes, nigga, what‽

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
But what’s a king to a God? Uh
Feelin’ like the realest motherfucker alive, uh
Kill a nigga ‘fore I let him push me aside
‘Cause, bitch, I’m tryna break even, even over the odds, nigga
Huh, but what’s a king to a God? Uh
Feelin’ like the realest motherfucker alive, uh
Kill a nigga ‘fore I let him push me aside
‘Cause, bitch, I’m tryna break even, even over the odds, nigga

[Bridge: Joey Bada$$]
Ha ha! Let that shit breathe, hol’ up, let that shit breathe, ha ha!
Yeah, ill-minded child, let’s get ’em

[Verse 2: Dessy Hinds]
How many pieces, I’m eatin’ forbidden fresh fruit (mm!)
16 pieces, the sweetest, I feast on flesh too (c’mon!)
Verses bulletproof on the chessboard, pick your best move (c’mon!)
I already made mine, where’s the next loop? (Loop?)
A hundred plus miles, I’m turnin’ frowns upside down
Usin’ every tool to close these tombs
Like King Tut right now (uh huh!)
I’m cuttin’ ties, then cufflinks might bounce (uh huh!)
Until the ground, feel the urgency to bury me
Or worry my spouse (woo!)
All this sleepin’ I’m wide aroused
I’m right around fine chinas in Chinatown
Fine dinin’ with lighter sounds
That’s for the spliff, nobody make a sound
I came to wipe these babies down
With nothin’ less than Egyptian cotton for towels (woo!)
That’s for cotton pickin’ no doubt (doubt!)
This lil’ nigga just turned big nigga, you now
Are tuned in to the era where we better than who’s around
Fuck cheddar give up the pounds (uh huh!)
I told y’all niggas once and only now (right!)
I think I’m going psycho for the sound
Only psychos I see around
Go ’round and ’round like a new carousel (ah ha!)
What’s a king to a God?
The difference is one of them don’t compare themselves
I’m only here to make a name plus generational wealth (woo!)
No kiddin’, New York state of mind, I guess it was written
I’m out in Queens after I handle my business (uh huh!)
I’m too ambitious, and I been flippin’ physics
Way before I met critics
So whatchu saying to the dead or the livin’?
God Body, yeah (ha ha!)

[Chorus: Dessy Hinds]
But what’s a king to a God?
Feelin’ like the realest motherfucker alive, uh
Kill a nigga ‘fore I let him push me aside
‘Cause, bitch, I’m tryna break even, even over the odds, nigga
Yeah, but what’s a king to a God?
Feelin’ like the realest motherfucker alive, uh
Kill a nigga ‘fore I let him push me aside
‘Cause, bitch, I’m tryna break even, even over the odds, nigga

[Outro: Joey Bada$$]
What’s a king to a God?
Feelin’ like the realest motherfucker alive, uh
Kill a nigga ‘fore I let him push me aside
‘Cause, bitch, I’m tryna break even, even over the odds, nigga