Browse Month: August 2017

Halsey – Bad At Love

And jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I’m gonna walk away
Always make the same mistakes ’cause

Always make the same mistakes, yeah I
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Get the best in me
Because she fell in love with little thin white lines
Now he’s gone and he’s calling me a bitch again
Got a girl with California eyes
Oh, oh
Oh, you know, you know, you know (ooh-ooh)
Both got way better things to do
But you can’t blame me for tryin’

I know that you’re afraid
But I always think about it when I’m riding through
Always make the same mistakes, yeah I
London girl with an attitude
Always make the same mistakes ’cause
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
That we’re meant to be
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
And I thought that she could really be the one this time
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
Each time the feeling fades
Each time the feeling fades
That could finally fix me
I know that you’re afraid

That could finally fix me
You know I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
There’s a guy that lives in a garden state
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate
Each time the feeling fades
Lookin’ at my history
That I’m in too deep
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
We never told no one but we look so cute
I’m bad at love
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
And it tastes like Jack when I’m kissing him
I’m gonna walk away
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
Got a boy back home in Michigan
But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
Get the best of me
And he told me that we make it ’til we graduate
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I

I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
Oh, you know, you know, you know (ooh-ooh)

So I told him the music would be worth the wait
Lookin’ at my history

So I told him that I never really liked his friends
But I never got the chance to make her mine
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)

Don Q – Protect Ya Patek (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)

And before we was sharing a plate?
But be soon as we go to Vegas
Nigga you thinking ’bout pressing me
I think she feeling me now
I don’t know what’s on my schedule next
Gave me a shot and I took advantage
I don’t even wanna get into that
You better protect
Presidential on my wrist
Where they hustlers and killers be at
Yeah, yeah
I don’t wanna listen to that
[Verse 2: Don Q]

You tryna save her
We match up a check

You better protect your Patek
You see the legends, respect It
But I just flew to the tropics
I’m hearing rumors and gossip

Got some new toys for the home invaders
[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]

Yeah I got that dope in the hood, it stink
Might need another hundred on my neck
I put my set on the jet
I’m not your average celebrity
They pulled me over
You better protect your Patek
Y’all know my rep
You better protect
I keep an eye on the nosy neighbors
Yeah, yeah
We getting that 50 back
So he had to dead the connect

None of this money get took for granted
I can’t accept nothing less
My shoes is exotic
I was on 165th on the west of the X
Matter of fact
I never accept
On Pateks and we very protected
Like you got an S on your chest
[Interlude: Rowdy Rebel]
If you got on a Patek
You better protect your Patek
Got off my feet and they couldn’t stand it
You better protect your Patek

I hope you don’t think I got shit comparing
I hit it one time and she called me
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
[Verse 7: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Homie told me that he slept on the steps
And I’m setting the record
I was drunk at the light and I should’ve ran
[Hook: Don Q]
I swear that these niggas is too outta pocket

Niggas talking about death on the net
[Verse 6: Don Q]
Won’t argue with a bitch

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
[Bridge: Don Q]
Money no joke
Just me and Don
I’m probably collecting a check
Well I got a check on my neck
Pouring up, measuring tech
While I got a friend in the back
I might need another hundred on my arm
If they ain’t feeling me yet
You better protect
But I cannot remember her name
Coming out dodging a felony
We breaking all of the barriers

You better protect your Patek
[Verse 4: Don Q]
I’m talking nothing but facts
But on my way to the bank
We gon’ pull up and embarrass ya
It be feeling hilarious
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
Tell them pardon my back
You better protect
[Intro: Don Q]

He might just go on and snatch it off
I’m focused on seeing my revenue stretch
Bagging up work was a specialty

Don’t let me get outta character
But I don’t be checking for threats
And I can’t help but address it
This ain’t a diss or a threat
How you my enemy now?
I came out the gate and I said I’m the best in the X
I hope you never forget

Said he a goon
She just took me out the VIP
Y’all know my rep

[Verse 5: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Tryna question me
It’s just me and A
Plus it was rats
This is finesse at its best
Like yeah
They saying Q is a topic
My coupé is robotic
So how could you peasants neglect it
I’ll really kill for the legacy
[Hook: Don Q]
Mask on nigga scarier
I fucked her and left her depressed
Keep it a hundred when you in the Bronx
And necked me in the whip

Jay-Z – Dream. On

Paper planes turned into the real thing
Threw diamonds in the sky that never came down, now that’s a star
My vision was big enough to get me out of the space
Yeah
You are whatever you say you are
God
Turn any situation around
Enough to dream your self-esteem into clouds
I wanted to pass how far I see
For things that are seen are temperal
I wondered, could a kid from Mars see a kid from Marcy?
I’m from where dreamin’ ain’t allowed
American dream team
Roc Nation, indivisible
Heaven knows, all I had was hella hope
The most beautiful things are invisible
‘Specially when you’re dreamin’ aloud
It takes tears, sweat, blood, 5 CCs
‘Cause I know what a kid in apartment 5C see’d
For me, somethin’ that could see me free was a bar
You? Who. Are.
Speed datin’ with destiny, I couldn’t tell her nope
When I first saw stars, television was my telescope

Lute – Juggin’

Fuck the law, we just tryna live good for the cause
Jug up out the hole in the wall
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to
Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
Bloodshed, hood wonder who them niggas with you

[Hook]
Still niggas last time I recalled
Specially with the thought of never minding a shit
Can’t post a picture of my daughter without that "when you dropping" comment
.45 in the dash, pray I never cock it
Still niggas last time I recalled
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
Young nigga, I gotta thrive, but that’s my only option
Unified nigga, that’s how it’s supposed to be
What’s a dollar tomorrow, fuck, if you don’t make it out alive
You see, my daddy showed a nigga how jug through the wall
I’m scared, let off a Kendrick ad-lib (do-do-doo)
Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
Tuition like fuck your pride
‘Cause we sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
[Hook]
From cap guns, now we shoot to live
Still niggas last time I recalled

Still niggas last time I recalled

Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved

Still niggas last time I recalled
Who be your people now?
Jug up out the hole in the wall

‘Cause we juggin’ out the hole in the wall
[Verse 2]
Sometimes I feel like Will Smith when he play ‘7 Pounds’
See, my daddy showed a nigga how jug through the wall
I’m just that nigga from the four that wanted more for himself
Jug up out the hole in the wall
My nigga Huggies ain’t cheap and my mama need a bigger crib
‘Cause we juggin’ out the hole in the wall
(Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low)
Cut off some people that I love like who gon’ save me now?
Glock .9 tucked ’cause ain’t no love in these streets
Streets cold, hope to heat up the soul
Jug up out the hole in the wall
Went from big wheels to coupe to villas
‘Cause we sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
Reach for your goals like how you reach for the stars
(Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low)
My nigga Huggies ain’t cheap and my mama need a bigger crib
Birthed from the struggle, same goals, just divided by the street codes
Never seen a flower grow from mud, but I’m ten toes to grown
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to
I am the keeper of my brother from other
[Verse 1]
‘Cause looking back, nobody was loyal enough to hold you down
I used to bump Royal T on the way to pops crib on the East
Hope we survive ’cause tomorrow got to do it big
Sacrifice myself to see some people smile
Fuck the law, we just tryna live good for the cause
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to

So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to
That reassures that when I drop, it’s poppin’
I tried to drink it away, but I confronted it scared
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
Pinky promise to my daughter like it ain’t no stoppin’
I beat the odds like fuck the cards I was dealt
Old school cutting corners like a nigga cropped it
Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
[Outro]
Still niggas last time I recalled
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to
Can’t seem to see eye to eye
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
To keep it real, my circle small, could never trust too
See, I remember days I felt like I ain’t exist
West side nigga like double Locs used to be

E-40 – Straight Out The Dirt (feat. Yo Gotti & NBA Youngboy)

I was bumpin’ Danny Glover in the Chevy
One foot on the strineets, one hand on the bible
I got it straight out the dirt
Whole lotta money, you know who this is
Head stupid hella tight
I put your goons on bedrest
A pack of Top Ramen some bread and some grits
[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
[Chorus 2: JPZ & E-40]
My granddaddy helped build the Carquinez Bridge

Checkin’ more cash than a clerk (that’s us)
I put your life on the set-set

[Chorus: JPZ]
In the box, in the cage in the bing (in the bing)
I played in the mud (I play in the mud)
[Chorus 2: JPZ & E-40]
I’m cookin’ the work (uhhhhh)
I’ll put a hole in your shirt (whoa)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
Came up from nothin’
When I’m in L.A. I’m at the Waldorf (Waldorf)
I got it straight up out the mud like a pig
I got it straight out the dirt
[Verse 1: E-40]
Gave my grandmama eleven kids
I pray for my frenemies, pray for my rivals
I had to make the shit work
If I went to jail I won’t sing (I won’t sing)
I put the hood on thug
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)
I got it straight out the dirt
I had to make the shit work
I’m whippin’ the pot (I’m whippin’ the pot)
I had to make the shit work

[Chorus: JPZ]
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
.40 and that Glock, I still walk with that sick
I haven’t been lost a war yet
Fuck police, no respect for the pigs
No female tendencies, niggas is bitches
Biatch!
Got trademarks and entities, licenses, businesses
I put your hood on wet-wet
Anniversary to vets
Pay the tithes to my church and my priest (and my priest)
I got it straight out the dirt
[Chorus 2: JPZ & E-40]
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I pay ’em double, just send me the bricks
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
Bitch so heavy I could use it as a weapon
I got it straight out the dirt
And thinks she’s Scarface on that white
Pussy good hella tight
All us getting’ money
[???] got rich shit happened and I fell off
I had to make the shit work
I’m cookin’ the work (uhhhhh)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
Anybody who wanna stop me makin’ millions (whoa)
Z06 with the pipes
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
These niggas be dissin’ but no I don’t hear it
Slow it down yellow light
I’m whippin’ the pot (I’m whippin’ the pot)
I go crazy every time that I hit
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)
Nothin’ but OG’s thuggin’ in my section
I got it straight out the dirt
Play with me you will get hurt (I’ll bust)
Get out yo body we gon’ split your wig
The bigger the cap the bigger the peelin’, I’m drillin’

I got it straight out the dirt
I went from not havin’ shit to havin’ shit
Send my yougin’s for the break in your crib
My young bitch from The Bay
That white full of low I’m gonna come where it is
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)

I went from nothin’ to somethin’
Matte white, white on white Rover
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
The longer the barrel, the stronger the bullet, the trigger
I got it straight out the dirt
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)

On the stage steady screamin’ "Free Jig"
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I ain’t fall, stay down, runnin’ up got a bill off
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
If I’m in the mood for an entrée
I ain’t no rat bitch, them tricks for them kids
I got it straight out the dirt
I’m who he wanna be but he can’t be it

[Chorus: JPZ]
I’m cookin’ the work (uhhhhh)
Ain’t who he claim to be and I can see it
Came up from nothin’
I was gettin’ out the mud
I got it straight out the dirt
Niggas sayin’ I should write a tell-all
Bitch I’m plugged like Sosa
My Cuban link half a kilo
I ain’t got speak on what I did
I’m whippin’ the pot (I’m whippin’ the pot)
I played in the mud (I play in the mud)
I got it straight out the dirt
Shooter like Scottie I ain’t talkin’ Yo Gotti
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I spent them racks on some Margielas
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I signed my deal up in blood letters

I got it straight out the dirt
[Verse 2: NBA Youngboy]
I got it straight out the dirt (the dust)
A gallon of milk and some eggs in the fridge
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
He don’t got no name, he a cold stepper
I got it straight out the dirt
Napa valet reservations at the French Laundry
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
My youngin’ that youngin’ off Good Fellas

Came up from nothin’
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
Free all my people in the belly of the beast (of the beast)

I played in the mud (I play in the mud)
What I do?
Pay the plug up front, don’t owe him
I’ll pull it, I’ll have your family in their feelin’s
Came up from nothin’
She suck the dick like it’s a contest
I put the hood on flood
Got loud weed, strong odor
From the concrete streets to the golf course (golf course)
[Chorus: JPZ]

Bhad Bhabie – These Heaux

Yeah, my pocket so swollen
I’m riding solo don’t need no one but me
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, my pocket so swollen
Yeah, my pocket so swollen
[Chorus]
Don’t compare me to no one (don’t do it)
Got me fed up, you hoes too fake (yeah)
Four in my car, and my driver my guard
Mondo Fresh
[Outro]

Look
They mattresses be on the floor (haha)
[Chorus]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don’t compare me to no one (don’t do it)
[Verse 1]
Money green like Ceelo (yup)
Water, water drippin’, come take a peak
Money green like Ceelo (yup)
These hoes be fake ballin’
These hoes, these hoes, shame on these hoes (fakin bitch)
I’m in the Maybach, I heard you got repoed
Money green like Ceelo
Yeah, my pocket so swollen
Red cup? No it ain’t Kool-aid
[Verse 2]
Don’t compare me to no one (don’t do it)
Man, I ain’t nothing like these hoes (no)
They talk all this shit, but don’t say it in person
Yeah, my pocket so swollen
These hoes, they wake up, they broke (eww)
I ain’t nothin’ like these hoes (no)

Tax money that she won’t last (bye)
Don’t compare me to no one (don’t do it)

Fake ass jewelry, got a neck rash (eww)
Look these hoes be fake flossin’
I ain’t nothin’ like these hoes (no)
These hoes be lackin’, see me in the back
Man, I ain’t nothing like these hoes (no)
Money green like Ceelo
I ain’t nothin’ like these hoes (no)
Hair done, diamonds on, need a pea coat (bitch)
These hoes be dick riding, think they gone come up cause they let you fuck (you a hoe)
These hoes, they wake up they nasty
They runnin’ they mouth, they so petty (petty)
Don’t compare me to no one (don’t do it)

These hoes, they wake up, they beggin’
Run up a check, yeah we runnin’ the streets
These hoes, they feed off attention (yup)
Next minute on the Gram with a new bae (wow)
On the Gram, they be fake flexin’ (why you lyin’)
These hoes be full of drama, they always with the extra
Don’t compare me to no one (don’t do it)
[Chorus]

You in trailer hoe, bitch you can’t compete
Heard the feds listening, gotta speak low
Zero time, that’s what I give ’em

Money green like Ceelo
Money green like Ceelo (yup)
Man, I ain’t nothing like these hoes (no)
Won’t catch me off guard on no boulevard
One minute he your man, he your ride or die (haha)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, my pocket so swollen

Trippie Red – I Know How To Self Destruct

Stay focused, I’m tryna keep control
Starting to lose control
Haha
And I know
[Outro]
Said I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know (I know)
Ay
[Intro]
That you know
I know your bitch
Back out, yeah

Ay, I know, I know (I know)
And you know
And I know
Ah
Yeah, we gon’ put that "I love Trippie Redd"
I know
Lights out, lay down
14, 14, baby
Ay, you know I know
Said I know, I know
Know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know (I know)
Shawty wanna blow my dope
Ay, said I know, I know (I know)
Ay, sit back and blow these Os
That you know
You, uh

Yeah, say you know I know
(I love Trippie Redd)
That your bitch with me right now

Ay
That your bitch with me right now, right now
Woah, said I know, I know
You, um, what
That your bitch with me right now
Yeah, I know, I know
Ay, lil bitch
Sit back, baby, blow my pole
[Verse]

Troy Ave – Pray 4 Me (feat. Touchdown Brown) (Album Of The Summer Album)

And I love my brothers and I’ll never let them down
Dope Boy Troy, word!

Throw a bass line in there too Troy
Funny homies hanging with the opposites
Supposed to drive everyday vrrroooommm
[Verse 1]

My best friend died and I went to jail
[Touchdown Brown]
Everything I thought was the opposite
But when we get it you know we lay them down

[Troy Ave Talking]
I’ll do anything for my brothers even lay down
[Verse 2]

Turn it down, turn it down a little bit
Runnig through this dough like a bakery
I’m fucking with these birds, fuck fake friends
Niggas hate on me and do it faithfully
We really switching rims like I never had ’em!
Through them coins it was fifty bands soap
(4x) Or spray for me, you, it ain’t shit you can say to me word!
Difference is, when I try I be dropping shit
Niggas got caught, but they didn’t tell
Stand up nigga even in a wheelchair
Niggas tried to kill me, I be shot and shit
Niggas switched sides, hope they burn in hell
8 years later jawn bought a porsche
If you wouldn’t pray for me, pay for me
I don’t chase hoes, they be chasing me
How many whips do this nigga got?
Or spray for me, you, it ain’t shit you can say to me word! (4x)
Age of 15 I jumped off the porch
You know we killed the pussy and we never spared ’em!
Been through some shit and I’m still here
How many cribs do this nigga got?
I used to chase money, now it’s racing me
A year before that went and bought a Benz
Derek held water and I wished him well
and how manny of me do I really got? Damn! Damn!
A nigga seen that, he started doing above
If you wouldn’t pray for me, pay for me
[Chorus]
[Chorus]

Troy Ave – CiCi (Album Of The Summer Album)

(That is my bitch)

When she down or her knees then she please me
When she down or her knees then she please me
She a pretty little thang and she freaky
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
[Verse 1]
That is my bitch
Stones with the watch in my earrings wooo!
I’m in love with a girl named CiCi
(Open wide bitch)
(Open wide bitch)
When she down or her knees then she please me
I’m married to the streets but the money ain’t a thing, mothafuck!
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Shorty lethal, but I love it
Troy Ave (same bacon boy to whip weight again?)
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Open wide bitch
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
New Jack City, but I’m on a jet ski
Why? It don’t affect me
[Verse 2]
Bling, bling, bling
I said that to say that my mind all crazy
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

When I hit her with the (deeny?) I do not glove it
I’m in love with a girl named Cici
Open wide bitch
[Intro]
Open wide bitch

She the baddest little hoe in the tepee
[Chorus]
That is my bitch
I was locked in the bing, clink, clink
She a pretty little thang and she freaky
She the baddest little hoe in the tepee
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
(That is my bitch)
My birthday passed now I’m get’n cake again
(No room?) on my bench, she a bad little mama

A dope dark-skinned dealer like Wesley

I’m buy’n CiCi a ring, ring, cha-ching
She a pretty little thang and she freaky
Cold man, my government name Roland
That is my bitch
Trump say’n make America great again
I’m in love with a girl named CiCi
I be shine’n all crazy The simile in that?
Met a white girl on (Ecstasy) she was roll’n
I’m that nigga if you try’n to assess me
I’m count’n up say’n ‘are they hate’n, again?’
Forty on me too, forty worth of blue
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
She the baddest little hoe in the tepee
I’ma buy ma, wear’n Dulce & Gabbana

Troy Ave – She Belongs To The Game (Album Of The Summer Album)

You mighta said you love that girl
You mighta said you love that girl
Where you at, who you with, whole lotta questions
When you come home there’s no food still you fed

But she belong to the game
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
I just be bustin these hoes
Ab done had her
[Hook: Troy Ave]
But I love her though!

You mighta said you love that girl
How could you wife her
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
I’m that punk

This the part the DJs gonna kill on the intro
[Hook: Troy Ave]
You put the pillow on your face and yell ‘Oh brother’
Baby come through for this body slam, whoah
I’m gone baby, later
She belong to the game

I did it with affection
Busy trickin’ tryna change that whole life huh
You mighta fucked that girl
I be finessin’ for dough
Let her come out and fuck with a real g
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
That chick ain’t yours
Imma text you the answer
Thought you had a wife huh
So sad, so sad, so sad
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
We went to jail and turned Allahu Akbar
One shot empty it out she lovin’ the taste
[Verse 2: Troy Ave]

You mighta said you love that girl
A crack star turned rap star
You mighta fucked that girl
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
Knowin’ we could have that bitch any way
You reach for the booty and she tell you don’t touch her
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
Ey nigga what you frontin’ for?
Porsche 911 with the wood grain creeper
You mighta fucked that girl
She belong to the game
That chick ain’t yours

And when she’s with me I let her do her thing

Did it for protection

So nigga what you frontin’ for?
[Verse 3: Young Lito]
Yeah you her man but you don’t even matter
Drop top boy I ain’t tryna save money
Hov done had her
She belong to the game
Shoulda knew that that bitch wasn’t right bruh
But she belong to the game
Ey nigga what you frontin’ for?
That chick ain’t yours
So sad, so sad, so sad
I don’t be cuffin’ these hoes
It’s a damn shame that you tryna save honey
She like my dick in her mouth and gun on my waist
She don’t like flowers or movie dates
Give a nigga dome
If you knew the shit we did you’d probly stab her
She just wanna roam
That chick ain’t yours
So sad, so sad, so sad
Up get it, up live it
That’s just the way that it go
[Verse 1: Troy Ave]
Jet jacuzzi, we gettin’ dirty in the shower
[Outro]
So sad, so sad, so sad
Your girl sound asleep cause a real nigga fucked her
She belong to the game
H-O-S-T at the crib, power
So nigga what you frontin’ for?
So sad, so sad, so sad
Don’t worry, crack a smile, you’ll be OK!
[Hook: Troy Ave]
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
Got her in a chicken wing no it’s not wrestlin’
So nigga what you frontin’ for?
Then turn around and take her back anyway
We all hit it player you ain’t the only batter
Too real nigga in the feel nigga
[Intro: Troy Ave]
[Hook: Troy Ave]
Misisionary, doggy style, any day
She ain’t under arrest, let the girl free
So sad, so sad, so sad
But she belong to the game
You mighta fucked that girl
But that don’t stop her from creepin’ every night huh

Ey nigga what you frontin’ for?
So nigga what you frontin’ for?
Shawty ask ‘Why you such a motherfukin’ playa?’

Without an insecure nigga blowin’ up her phone
Out yo door to get bread
But she belong to the game
Ey nigga what you frontin’ for?
Super fly nigga, punk nigga hold the ropes
So sad, so sad, so sad

That’s the shit to put a smile on her face
Hit it with that good ol’ long hard erection
Readin’ books like a sucker

Troy Ave – Smooth Criminal (Album Of The Summer Album)

(you’ve been hit by)
(that he struck you a crescendo Annie)
(that he struck you a crescendo Annie)
Dang gone it, baby!
Are you OK, Annie?
Are you OK, Annie?
(that he struck you a crescendo Annie)

Annie, are you OK?
So they came into the outway
Dang gone it!
(he came into your apartment)
So, Annie, are you OK,?
Annie, are you OK?
So, Annie, are you OK?
(there’s a sign in the window)
I don’t know!
Annie, are you OK?
(he came into your apartment)
He could see she was unable
He came into her apartment
So, Annie, are you OK?
(it was your doom, Annie!)

Dang gone it, baby!
Annie, are you OK?
(it was your doom)
(Annie, are you OK?)
Are you OK, Annie?

(Annie, are you OK?)
(left bloodstains on the carpet)
(left bloodstains on the carpet)
So, Annie, are you OK?

(you were struck down)
(will you tell us that you’re OK)
OK, I want everybody to clear the area right now!
Are you OK Annie?
(you were struck down)
Annie, are you OK?
She ran underneath the table
So, Annie, are you OK?
(Annie, are you OK?)
(then you ran into the bedroom)
(Annie, are you OK?)
(it was your doom, Annie!)
(you were struck down)

You’ve been hit by
So, Annie, are you OK?

Dang gone it, baby!
I don’t know!

She was struck down, it was her doom
(he came into your apartment)
hoo! Hoo!
He left the bloodstains on the carpet

(he left the bloodstains on the carpet)
I don’t know why baby!
Annie, are you OK?
Are you OK Annie?
Aaow!
So, Annie, are you OK?
(Annie, are you OK?)
(then you ran into the bedroom)
Are you OK, Annie?
It was the sound of a crescendo
So, Annie, are you OK?
(it was your doom)
Aaow!
(will you tell us that you’re OK)
As he came into the window
Annie, are you OK?

Are you OK Annie?
Annie, are you OK?
Hoo! hoo! hoo!
Are you OK Annie?
(you were struck down)
Annie, are you OK?
Annie, are you OK?
So, Annie, are you OK?
So she ran into the bedroom
Are you OK Annie?
(will you tell us, that you’re OK)
It was Sunday, what a black day
(there’s a sign in the window)
I don’t know!
(will you tell us, that you’re OK)
(then you ran into the bedroom)
(he left the bloodstains on the carpet)
(are you OK Annie?)

I don’t know!

(so, Annie, are you OK?)
(then you ran into the bedroom)
(there’s a sign in the window)
(he came into your apartment)
A smooth criminal
Annie, are you OK?

Mouth to mouth resuscitation
A smooth criminal)

Dang gone it!
You’ve been hit by
(that he struck you a crescendo Annie)
I don’t know!
So, Annie, are you OK?
I don’t know!

Are you OK Annie?

Are you OK Annie?
(there’s a sign in the window)
Sounding heartbeats intimidations
(you’ve been struck by
So, Annie, are you OK?

Troy Ave – On My Birthday (Album Of The Summer Album)

God is great and the paper straight
She like the Grand Marnier that I mix with Henny
I only listen to my heart and my intuition
Make sure they feel it, ya fuckin heard me
Troy Ave…

I ain’t got no loot, spent it on a few keys
Ain’t the first time, I been through it often
Getting women like ya boy gofer
[Hook] x2
Troy Ave the wave, all these niggas shores

Ride for me baby, ride til you cum
[Hook] x2
[Verse 3]
Free money, free my dawgs out the yall know
Guarantee I’m scorin, young nigga ballin
All about the money like my song say
Not bad for a nigga from the mud
Don’t ask me bout no bum rappers
Free money, free my dawgs out the yall know
Dope Boy Troy a real gun clapper
A one two, a one two
Legs match the ass she for real thick
Fuckin with some gangsta shit the long way
Genuine love, loyal like a dog
Countin millions
Versace sweatsuit on me it’s velour
Free money, free my dawgs out the yall know
Then I drive em crazy so I’m wearin loafers

[Hook] x2

If you ain’t seen a real nigga let me demonstrate
Favourite colour white, it represent the blow
[Verse 1]
300K for Coke, 400 bagged
On my birthday looking like I hit the lotto
I’m only hearin valid shit, I ain’t on no fiction
Traffic out of state for the bigger flip
Before I leave baby ask me what you tryna know
Big bread and the big heart in my chest
On my birthday looking like I hit the lotto
God is great and the paper straight
I ain’t sweatin though, I’m finessin boy
[Intro]

If you ain’t seen a real nigga let me demonstrate

Let one come see me even when I’m tourin
God is great and the paper straight
Biting styles, flows all across the board
Runnin down on niggas with a fuckin 30
Real dealers know work worth more than cash
My favourite thing is dough, favourite word is "no"
I’m a pretty rich thug
I ain’t got a roof on a few Vs

Blowin on these (ballies?), headin out the door
And ain’t no real niggas mournin
Hoppin out my whip, hoppin on my dick
Immersed in the shine, still issue coffins
My pop gone now I’m shootin like Russell West
Don’t stop when you tired, stop when I’m done
Why I can’t find friends like me Lord?
[Verse 2]
Word
Ay who celebratin a birthday?
If you ain’t seen a real nigga let me demonstrate
In a small town buyin bigger clips
You’ll hear about it one of these mornings

On my birthday lookin like I hit the lotto
My newest boo like to wear a lot of Fendi

Troy Ave – Chuck Norris (Hoes & Gangstas) (Album Of The Summer Album)

I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
Getting head in the Benz, it’s super
I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
Tissue, what’s really the issue?
Harry with the cane, got the powder, get the cost
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I don’t do drugs, let the bitches try it
I ain’t that kind when I blow it, ain’t a whistle
Unofficial niggas always hate on the official
I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
I’m a pretty fly nigga that’ll shoot ya
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
Been married to the game and we still ain’t divorced
[Hook]
She get high on the fucking low
I am that kind that stand over you with pistols
Yousa Kit Kat, gimme a break
I never, ever let a nigga play me
If you get caught, don’t say me
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters

I’m out here just to flourish
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters

I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
Medusa, all this Medusa
Now they kissing in the strip club
You the type of low I ain’t feeling
Catch a bitch eyeing niggas, then manuver
We ain’t cool, we ain’t friends, we ain’t homies
I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
You the type of low I ain’t feeling
I’m head to toe in Versace but don’t fuck with snakes

[Hook]
They are Charmin, they are Scott soft
I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
The type that don’t take care of they children
I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
[Hook]
[Verse 1]
Eating off a digi-scale, fish diet
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
It is what it is and I feel no remorse
Fake niggas stop acting like you know me
They frauds, they knock offs
[Hook]
I never, ever let a nigga play me

I’m getting money, you should try it
She get bi so I fuck ’em both
[Verse 2]
Doing Business, doing fitness, so I floss, of course
If you get caught, don’t say me
Close your motherfucking mouth, you can learn hoe
Real ones know to be quiet
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters

I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
Giving niggas every chance just to pop off
A few dollars make ’em do the most
Kicking that shit like Chuck Norris
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
If you get caught, don’t say me
I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters

I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
The type that don’t take care of they children
I never, ever let a nigga play me

I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
You the type of low I ain’t feeling
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
[Verse 3]
The type that don’t take care of they children
Saint Laurent, stand firm though
In the streets with the top off

Tender – Erode (Modern Addiction Album)

Against me
Against me
Against me
Then you’ll leave and come back
You wash me away, bit by bit
I think I’m starting to crack

Against me
[Verse 2]
You’re the waves that push and pull against me

By all of this
It’s like this and like that

We’re moving slower
You wash me away, bit by bit
But you pull on my soul
I’m apart of everything you do
I think I’m starting to crack
[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me how it is
[Chorus]
No, you won’t let go
[Outro]

Tell me how it is

Then you’ll leave and come back
Oh like an island, we’re surrounded by a deep blue sea
The odds are starting to stack
Oh like an island, we’re surrounded by a deep blue sea
If you love me right back, I could be anything
If you love me right back, I could be anything
I will slowly erode ’til there’s nothing left
If you want me like that, that’s who I’ll be
The odds are starting to stack
If you want me like that, that’s who I’ll be

You can sink alone
But you
[Chorus]
We’re one step closer
[Verse 3]
Yeah
[Verse 1]

I will slowly erode ’til there’s nothing left
Then you’ll leave and come back
By deep
We’ve been so tortured

You’re the waves that push and pull against me

You let me know
If you love me right back, I could be anything
It’s like this and like that
Against me
On the right tracks
I think I’m starting to crack
[Pre-Chorus]
If you want me like that, that’s who I’ll be
It’s like this and like that
Against me
We’re moving forward
The odds are starting to stack

Charli XCX – Bounce (feat. Kyary Pamyu Pamyu) (World Album Album)

(Bounce)
You never bring me down, down, down (no, you never)
(Bounce)
(Bounce)
(Bounce)
If you’re in L.A
(Bounce)
(Bounce)

(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
(Bounce)

If you’re in New York
[Chorus: Charli XCX]
If you’re in Paris
Charli pon way pon
(Bounce)
(Bounce)
(Bounce)
[Verse 3: Charli XCX]
If you’re going to work
Bounce, bounce
If your name is Charli
If you’re in Beijing
If you’re in Ghana
(Bounce)
You’re the only one that I will ever need (yeah)
(Bounce)
If your name is Klas
If you’re in the gym
Gonna be alright
(Bounce)
(Bounce)
‘Cause we just wanna bounce, bounce, bounce (ah-ooh)

If you’re in London

(Bounce)
If you’re in New York
(Bounce)

Gonna be alright
You never bring me down, down, down (no, you never)
Bounce, bounce
If you’re in the sauna
‘Cause we just wanna bounce, bounce, bounce (ah-ooh)
Gonna bounce so high
When you kiss me I melt just like plasticine (mwah, mwah)
(Bounce)
If your name is Charli
(Bounce)
(Bounce)
(Bounce)
(Bounce)
(Bounce)
If you’re going to work
‘Cause we just wanna
(Bounce)
(Bounce)
(Bounce)
‘Cause we just wanna
[Intro: Kyary Pamyu Pamyu]
(Bounce)
If your name is SOPHIE
If you’re in Beijing
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
If you’re in your bed
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
If your name is Noonie
(Bounce)
If you’re in your bed
(Bounce)
We can heat it up to one hundred degrees (so hot)
(Bounce)
One more time
(Bounce)
(Bounce)
If your name is SOPHIE
If your name is Kyary

(Bounce)

(Bounce)
[Verse 1: Charli XCX]
Gonna bounce so high
(Bounce)
(Bounce)
(Bounce)
(Bounce)
(Bounce)
(Bounce)
Bounce, bounce
(Bounce)
(Bounce)
[Verse 2: Charli XCX]
One more time
Bounce, bounce
If your name is Kyary
(Bounce)

If you’re in the car
If you’re in London
Gonna bounce so high
If you’re in the club
If you’re in L.A
If you’re in the gym
We can heat it up to one hundred degrees (so hot)
If you’re in Paris
(Bounce)
You’re the only one that I will ever need (yeah)

If you’re in Ghana
If you’re in the car
(Bounce)
[Bridge: Kyary Pamyu Pamyu]
(Bounce)
If your name is A.G

[Chorus: Charli XCX]

(Bounce)
When I’m with you, it feels like a fantasy (uh-huh)
Bounce, bounce
Hit the sky
(Bounce)
(Bounce)
(Bounce)
Pon way way
Bounce, bounce
When you kiss me I melt just like plasticine (mwah, mwah)
If your name is Noonie
If you’re in the club
If you’re in the sauna
You never bring me down, down, down (no, you never)
You never bring me down, down, down (no, you never)
If your name is A.G
(Bounce)
When I’m with you, it feels like a fantasy (uh-huh)
If your name is Klas