Browse Month: October 2017

Lonzo Ball – Get Off

I be on the court, yeah I push the rock
Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off
I’m with your girl when she back it up

Ooh, ooh
People asking what I’m doing, money convos keep it flowing
[Hook]
People looking like, "How about it?"

Ooh, ooh
Hey, I had no choice you know I had to get off
I always kept it real, I ain’t never been no actor
Let me get off, get off
Cause balling, balling, balling what I love
Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah
Working on my game, I tune it up just like a bike
Ooh, ooh

Z-O get off, get off

Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off
I put in early mornings, yeah, and I’m grinding late night
Ooh, ooh
Z-O get off, get off
[Hook]
Do it for fans and the clapping up
Sit back, sit back, sit back turn the music up
Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah
Shooting 2s and 3s, but nah homie, I ain’t talking dice
Pay attention, listen closely I won’t say it twice
Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah
Hey, I came this far, you know I had to get off
Let me get off, get off
Walking in Gucci, they rack it up
Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off
Except for when they losing, then I gotta keep it moving
Let me get off, get off
Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah
Best believe we ’bout to bout it
But you can catch me in the G, and you know it’s all-white
Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off
Hey, I came this far, you know I had to get off
Hey, I had no choice you know I had to get off
Married to the game, I tattoo it like I [?] my wife
Z-O get off, get off
I ain’t on the corner, I ain’t selling rock, I ain’t selling rock banging with the thugs
Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off
On the court I’m making plays, and in the booth I’m making slappers
Balling hard with no boundaries
I swear these Benjamins standing up
Z-O get off, get off
Straight crack, I spit that, but nah homie, I ain’t talking drugs
[Verse 2]
[Hook]
Let me get off, get off
You rent it, I buy it
Ooh, ooh
[Verse 1]
Hey, I had no choice you know I had to get off
Pass me the sticks and I’m acting up, knocking it out and she [?]
I said I had to get off, so what you think I’m doing?
Let me get off, get off
Z-O get off, get off
Z-O get off, get off
Mo’ money, got less problems
Diamonds wet but they never clouded
Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off
Ooh, ooh
I’m a rebel, them [?] rowdy
Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah
Let me get off, get off
Best believe my [?]
Hey, I came this far, you know I had to get off
Claiming you [?] cracking up
Blue faces, buying gold, always been a Bruin
Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah
I put up to sleep when I’m stacking up

Beats International – Dub Be Good To Me

Rather have a piece of you
You are all mine
We could be together
Just be good to me
I don’t care what you do to them
People always talk about reputation
When you need me
The time is calling
People always talk about reputation
Just be good to me
I’ll be good to you
And you boy won’t ever change
To the bad things that you do

You’ll never be mine
I won’t tie you down
Friends tell me I am crazy

I’ll be around
You’re a loser

So I’ll take my chance with you
I don’t care about your other girls

‘Cause I feel you’re already mine
Just be good to me
You never do them to me
Friends are always telling me
But I know when you’re with me
That’s not the way I see it
I don’t care about your other girls
I don’t care what you do to them
Friends seem to always listen
Than all or nothing
That I’m wasting time with you
In the afternoon all evening

In the morning

Be together

You’re a loser
Just be good to me

We talk about it and I’d
You may have many others

Just be good to me
Friends are always telling me
Love is a game of chances
Just be good to me
Just be good to me
Whenever you’re with me

Althea & Donna – Uptown Top Ranking

Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Uptown Top Ranking
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting
See mi pon the road and hear you call out to me
Them check sey me come from cosmo spring
See me in me heels and ting
Sey me gi’ you heart attack
True you see mi inna pants and ting
See mi in mi Benz and ting
Drivin’ through Constant Spring
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting

Sey mi gi’ you heart attack
When you see me inna pants and ting
Watch how we chuck it and ting
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting
See me inna ‘alter back

Check how we jamming and ting
We have them going and ting
Dem no know sey we top ranking

Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Sey me gi’ you heart attack
Check how we jamming and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
See me inna ‘alter back
You shoulda see me and the ranking dread,
Inna we khaki suit and ting
Love inna you heart dis a bawl out fe me

See mi in a ‘alter back
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

Uptown Top Ranking
But a true dem no know and ting

Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist
Uptown Top Ranking
Shoulda see me and the ranking dread
True them no know and ting
True you see me in me pants and ting
Dem check sey we hip and ting
See me pon the road I hear you call out to me
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist

Christos Antoniadis – Pios bori (Кой Може Да !)

Ποιος μπορεί να μου πει η αγάπη πως είναι ένοχη; Ποιος μπορεί να δικάσει, καρδιά μου, το χτες, το γιατί; Ποιος μπορεί να μου πει η αγάπη πως είναι ένοχη; Ποιος μπορεί, τα κλεμμένα φιλιά αν δεν έχει γευτεί; Η νύχτα σπάει σα γυαλί στου έρωτα την πίστα. Ποιος μπορεί να μου πει η αγάπη πως είναι ένοχη; Ποιος μπορεί να δικάσει, καρδιά μου, το χτες, το γιατί; Ποιος μπορεί να μου πει η αγάπη πως είναι ένοχη; Ποιος μπορεί, τα κλεμμένα φιλιά αν δεν έχει γευτεί; Με το ταξίμι της καρδιάς κι ο πόνος θα πεθάνει. Και βγαίνω μ’ ένα σου φιλί απ’ του χαμού τη λίστα. Έλα, πάρε με να πάμε σε ταξίδια μυστικά. Να με φιλάς μη σταματάς κι η νύχτα δε μου φτάνει. Έλα, πάρε με να πάμε σε ταξίδια μυστικά.

Frank Zappa – A Little Green Rosetta

pretty fucked up…Take a tip from Joe, do like he did, hock your imaginary guitar
build your own green rosetta…try this recipe: Well start with a lump of the record away…
the grass bone connected to the ankle bone…the knee bone connected to the grass…
(Setta, setta, setta, etc….)
.And a lot of times they run out of, the kerosene record player is not a very efficient device..
A little green rosetta
Rosetta, rosetta, rosetta

With a green rosetta
[after the song ends]
keep the record player going by rubbing two sticks together. And if all else fails, throw
A little green rositti
A little green rosetta
the Utility Muffin Research Kitchen, arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot of
Doesn’t give a fuck if there’s good musicians
You make a muffin betta
Green rosetta
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER… As you can see, MUSIC can get you
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
and get a good job…Joe did, and he’s a happy guy now, on the day shift at
Causing the song to sound like this… they run out of spunk right in the middle of the chorus…
You’ll make a muffin betta [Etc., etc., etc…]
A little green rosetta
They’re pretty good musicians

(Against the Reggae beat, though… No, it’s still Reggae, but it s all backwards)
They’re pretty good musicians
A little green rosetta
Make a muffin betta, make a muffin betta, [etc….])
Steve Gad’s clone to play the out-chorus on this song…lies really outa-site, in spite of
Now the Reggae version, hey, for the People in You’re really jammin! Good God!
thefact that the click track is totally irrelevant to what he’s doing now. I in listening to
A little green rositti
is five?
AND THAT’S THE WAY I LIKE IT
Setta, setta
And every time a nice little muffin comes a fully-charged icing anointment utensil.
A little green rosetta
[SCENE EIGHTEEN]
A little green rosetta
Because this is a stupid song
Betta

Now you see, some places in the Third World it might be difficult to dance to this because
the click, yes I’m suffering with the click track right now…this guy is totally out of sync with it,
But it don’t make no difference
the Third World… .for all of you French we haven’t forgotten anybody on this song..
this chorus is for you: (Rang Tang Ding Dong, I am the Japanese Sandman…
the French people are where its at… And for the people in Mongolia who always
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
Take eight…)
but what the fuck. Okay Vinnie, where Ed Mann will call him up later, show him the sign.
With a little green rosetta
[A LITTLE GREEN ROSETTA]

You’ll make a muffin betta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
Betta, betta,
A little green rosetta
It’s betta, it’s betta
wishbone…and then everybody moves to New York and goes to a party with Warren.
However we continue in spite of the fact that the fuel may be low on your record player.

Green rositti
If they’re good musicians
They’re pretty good musicians
And for the people in Spain…who think people…who think that you re outta sight…
It’s really getting betta
On it

Green rosetta
[CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER:]
With a green rosetta
It’s really, really meaty
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
wanted to go to Spain for a vacation… And for those of you in Taiwan who got chumped,

AL MALKIN.
It’s really getting betta
[etc., etc., etc….]
A little green rosetta
Hey! And we’ve flown in, at great expense, (triple scale, no less, ladies and gentlemen),
Because anybody who would buy this record
Green rosetta
(Make a muffin, make a muffin, make a muffin,
With a green rosetta
[Act III]
It’s betta, it’s betta
(Good God, give the drummer some)
sing the last song on the album in my regular voice…
A little green rosetta
(Hey, really out there…really good)

Zetta..
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
causes BIG TROUBLE…then maybe I should turn off my plastic’ megaphone and
And if this doesn’t convince you that MUSIC by on the belt, he poots forth…
A little green rosetta
With a green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A tiny green rosetta

[Etc….]
We suggest that in places like the Fourth World where things are really tough that you
You’ll make a muffin betta
They re pretty good musicians
A little green rosetta

Easy Star All-Stars – Money (feat. Gary ‘Nesta’ Pine & Dollarman)

I’m all right Jack keep your hands off of my stack
Cyan’t pay yuh way inna Mount Zion
Don’t give me that do goody good bullshit
Money will make a good man bad – yah yah yah yas
But if you ask for a rise it’s no surprise that they’re
Now dat dem get rich, dem gwan like big timah
Money will make ’nuff man bad – yah yah yah yas
Bwoy ya cyan rich today, and broke tomorruh
Nuh bodda sell ya soul, just fear de money
"Yeah!"
Mi a not put no money before my bredren

Nevah remember when dem used to dead fi hungah
Why he wasn’t coming up on freely, after I was yelling and

Think I’ll buy me a football team
Burn down de bridge dat dem cross ovah
Money a money and friend a friend
Nevah remember when dem used to beg a dollah
If you worship it, destined fi a fall
Giving none away
Materialistically dem get cankah
And I think I need a Lear jet
Powah is money, money is powah
Fi de love of money man a kill ‘im owna brodda
Don’t bodda let it change your ways
Well well well – well…

"You was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for abruising!"
It a the root of all evil
Money, get back
"Why does anyone do anything?"
Money will make ’nuff man bad, yah yah
Money will make a good man bad, yah yah
[Saxophone solo]
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash

When Jah Jah come, ain’t nuttin’ funny
New car, caviar, four star daydream
Share it fairly but don’t take a slice of my pie
Forget about the good times
Ghetto youth, alla man – be a beggah no!
If you no careful it will make you lose your mind, yas!
Money, it’s a hit
Man a defend faith in dollah and cents, yah

Money!
Money, it’s a crime
Not if yah have not ’nuff love inna all ya heart my frien’, yah yas!
Get a good job with good pay and you’re okay

When every lickle ‘ting dem want fi done de place

No bodda play wit’ yuh life, yah mi friend!
Don’t bodda mix up inna de bwoy dem suttin’
"I don’t know, I was really drunk at the time!"
Dem a rush in and a kill fi de dollah
It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out"
Screaming and telling him why he wasn’t coming up on freely
"Yes, absolutely in the right!"
Is the root of all evil today
I was in the right!" "HuHuh!
Money, get away
Very addictive, watch, be selective
Money will make bredren and bredren go to war
‘Pon de paypah chase, boy na watch no face
"I was just telling him, he couldn’t get into number 2. He was asking
I’m in the high-fidelity first class traveling set

Money, it’s a gas
Don’t you know dat’s the way life go? Yes!

[Bong/Cough Intro]
Boy if want trouble will get it, ‘pon de double
"I certainly was in the right!"
Money, so they say

Hailee Steinfeld & Alesso – Let Me Go (Personal Collection) (feat. Florida Georgia Line & Watt)

Someone you don’t have to change
[Pre-Chorus: Hailee Steinfeld]

You made plans and I, I made problems
Someone will love you, let me go (go, go, go)
Someone will love you, let me go
I can leave it in the past
[Verse 2: Florida Georgia Line]
Somebody’s taking care of all of the mess I’ve made
Ooh, and I wish you wouldn’t wait for me but you always do
Picket white fence, but we paint it black
Ooh, and I wish you would have waited for me but you always do
[Chorus: Hailee Steinfeld]
I’ve been hoping
It’s good on paper, picture perfect
[Verse 1: Hailee Steinfeld]
It’s been some time, but this time ain’t even
Somebody’s taking care of all of the mess I’ve made

Someone will love you, let me go
Someone will love you, let me go (go, go, go)

I’ve been hoping
Chased the high too far, too fast
Ooh, and I wished you had hurt me harder than I hurt you
Chased the high too far, too fast
[Pre-Chorus: Hailee Steinfeld]
I’ve been hoping
I’ve been hoping somebody loves you in the ways I couldn’t
Good on paper, picture perfect

Someone will love you, let me go
Someone will love you, let me go (go, go, go)
Someone will love you, let me go
Someone will love you, let me go

I’ve been hoping
Picket white fence, but we paint it black
Someone will love you, let me go
Someone will love you, let me go (go, go, go)

[Outro: Hailee Steinfeld]

Someone you don’t have to change
I’ve been hoping somebody loves you in the ways I couldn’t
Somebody’s taking care of all of the mess I’ve made
I’ve been hoping somebody loves you in the ways I couldn’t
I’ve been hoping
Someone you don’t have to change
We were sleeping back to back
Ooh, and I wished you had hurt me harder than I hurt you
[Chorus: Hailee Steinfeld]
We know this thing wasn’t built to last
Someone will love you, let me go
But you’re holding on to what you never had

SZA – Supermodel

Look so good together
It can’t be that easy for you to get like that
It made me feel good
[Chorus]
The, the dick was too good
Ooh, just get a load of them, they got chemistry
I’m writing this letter to let you know
Wish I was comfortable just with myself
[Intro]
I don’t want nothing else to do with it
That if, if I lost control
And they was right
Leave me lonely for prettier women
What’s done is done
Why you in Vegas all up on Valentine’s Day?
If you see it in me, see it in me, see it in me
You know I need too much attention for shit like that

For temporary love
Or did not have control, things would just, you know

Maybe she can come lick you after we’re done
Why I can’t stay alone just by myself?
Why am I so easy to forget like that?
I would be… fatal
Let me tell you a secret
That’s why I stayed with ya
Maybe she can come help you
I could be your supermodel if you believe
You know you wrong for shit like that
I don’t see myself
[Chorus]
You know you wrong for shit like that
I’m really leaving

I’ll do it again
If you see it in me, see it in me, see it in me
Why I can’t stay alone just by myself?
Leave me lonely for prettier women
Oh no she didn’t
You know I need too much attention for shit like that
Ooh yes I did
I could be your supermodel if you believe
You was a temporary lover
I been secretly banging your homeboy
Got some new hobbies
Even a new hoe too
[Verse 1]
But I need you, but I need you, but I need you
I don’t see myself
All they could say, we like brother and sister
That is my greatest fear
Oh no she didn’t
But I need you, but I need you, but I need you
And no, I’m not keeping your shit
[Verse 2]
Bet they fuckin’ for real
Wish I was comfortable just with myself
Heard you got some new homies

Clean Bandit – I Miss You (feat. Julia Michaels) (Lyric Video)

But I’m getting ahead of myself
Got them saved in my mind from the bedroom
Wishin’ that I was your bottle
Of how good it is
I can’t help it, I just
I miss you, yeah I miss you

I miss you, yeah I miss you
Did you not wanna tell them it’s the end
I get scared when you’re not

I can’t believe it
And tell them that we ended
I get scared when you’re not
Of how good it is
I can’t help it, I just
All of the best over the years
But I’m getting ahead of myself
Though I’m tryin’ not to right now
Of how good it is
‘Cause I’m scared you’re with somebody else

So I saved all the texts
I miss you, yeah I miss you, oh I do
Minus the tears
And I know we’re not supposed to talk

Or was
All of the best over the years

So I could be close to your lips again
And I know we’re not supposed to talk
‘Cause you know that they’d be offended
You weren’t a fan of pictures
I know you didn’t call your parents
I miss you, yeah I miss you, oh I do

Just to remind myself
And I just keep lying to myself
I guess that it is gone
I know you’re out in Cabo
I miss you, yeah I miss you
Though I’m tryin’ not to right now
So I saved all the texts
Hanging with your brother
Just to remind myself
And I just keep lying to myself
I miss you, yeah I miss you
So I hardly ever took ’em
‘Cause I’m scared you’re with somebody else
Though I’m tryin’ not to right now
I miss you, yeah I miss you, oh I do
I miss you, yeah I miss you
I guess that it is gone
So that way I can’t forget your skin
Yeah, I saved all the texts off of my ex
I can’t believe it

Though I’m tryin’ not to right now
Or was
I miss you, yeah I miss you
Just to remind myself

Ace Hood – To Whom It May Concern / Came With The Posse

I had to live my life, I had to learn my lessons
Part of me had to die so one part of me gets to live
[Chorus]

If I give you all of me, would I get all of you?
I can hear you nod like "just keep going in"
If I give you all of me, would I get all of you?
I’ma show all you niggas I do this shit here for real
Thank you for being here with me today
My loyalty don’t stop if we don’t speak again
Queen, she know I love her till it life or death
If I told you I’m anointed, could you see the proof?
I’m back again

You just be my angel till we meet again
Walking out on the label I put aside all the fears
Put that on my mama, put that on my kids
Would you switch or change on me if you knew the truth?
Feel my love, feel my pain when I’m inside the booth
Thank the Lord ’cause I don’t look like what I been through
No, I ain’t the same person that was introduced
Passion, I can’t control it, hating, I can’t condone it
Kept focus on the goals, mind, body and the soul
No, I ain’t the same person that was introduced

Time to get my blessings, time to get my blessings
Here’s a letter to you

Would you switch or change on me if you knew the truth?
[Intro]
Trust The Process
God, nigga
It’s time to tighten up
[Chorus]
Would you switch or change on me if you knew the truth?
Nothing without God, nothing without my fans
I gotta watch for the leechers, false prophets and the evil preachers
Back and I’m better than y’all, ready whenever the call
No more We The Best, but Khaled still my man
I’m feeling the ether, I’m feeling Aretha
Feel my love, feel my pain when I’m inside the booth
Thank the Lord ’cause I don’t look like what I been through
On God
I could cry tears right now
At some point, we gotta talk about it
Thank the Lord ’cause I don’t look like what I been through

All this energy inside I got to give
If I told you I’m anointed, could you see the proof?
Just tryna keep my spirits from that deep depression
Give my heart and soul for you when I’m inside the booth
Give my heart and soul for you when I’m inside the booth
New me, it’s a new day, that’s another story untold
[Verse 1]
Here’s a letter to you
Sorry for my absence, hope y’all understand
[Chorus]
Living on the edge plotting on the plans
All that meditation that I did, all that beasting in the gym

Looking in the mirror tryna find myself
Something just gotta give, don’t listen, you gotta feel
I had to keep that smile but deep inside I’m stressing
R.I.P. Fo’ Fifth, I tat that on my skin
I’m back again
[Interlude]
I’m a fucking soldier, all my trials done made me stronger
I put my pride down and pick that Bible up
Give my heart and soul for you when I’m inside the booth
Appreciate you for coming
No, I ain’t the same person that was introduced
They expecting me to fold, friends turn into ya’ foes
[Verse 2]
Feel my love, feel my pain when I’m inside the booth
Come with normal features, I’m that different kind of a creature
If I told you I’m anointed, could you see the proof?
Jesus on that cross, I had to rise again
Don’t know how I feel right now
If I give you all of me, would I get all of you?
I keep it realer than people ain’t no lies comin’ out of the speakers
Feeling so immortal I must rise again
Critics want the beef but I’m not feeding them

PRETTYMUCH – Open Arms

But I keep being turned away (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I’ll be waiting by my phone
When you’re ready, ready, ready
But you just don’t know what to say

I just wanna touch
But I can’t help it, I’m waitin’
[Chorus: Zion & Edwin]
Here with open arms (oh)
Here with open arms (oh)

But baby I’m starting to face
The fact that you’re out on the run (oh woah)
Caught me slippin’ up
Here with open arms (oh)

When you’re ready, ready, ready

Scrape my knees on the pavement
And now I need you on me
You know where to find me
Now you got me cuffed
And you ain’t even on me
So when you’re ready you know where to find me
Girl, you could tear me apart
[Pre-Chorus: Brandon & All]
(You know where to find me)
Something out of nothing
Here with open arms
So when you’re ready, you know where to find me
Scrape my knees on the pavement
When you’re ready, ready, ready
Yo, it’s PRETTYMUCH
I just wanna touch
[Verse 1: Brandon]
Got that key to your heart
Baby let me know
No, it’s not like I’m asking for much (woah, woah)
[Pre-Chorus: Brandon]
But I can’t help it, I’m waitin’
[Chorus: Zion & Edwin]
Caught me slipping up (up, up)
When you’re ready, ready, ready
(Yeah, You know where to find me)
When you’re ready, ready, ready
Girl you could tear me apart
[Intro: Edwin, harmonising]
Girl, you could tear me apart
[Chorus: Zion & Edwin]
Here with open arms

Waiting for your call
Waiting for you to come, my baby, oh
[Outro]
Here with open arms
When you’re ready, ready, ready
But I keep being turned away (woah)
Scrape my knees on the pavement
When you’re ready…
When you’re ready, ready, ready
When you’re ready, ready, ready

And now I need you on me
So when you’re ready you know where to find me
[Bridge: All, Brandon & Nick]
When you’re ready, you know where to find me
For that ringtone
And you ain’t even on me
When you’re ready, ready, ready
[Verse 2: Nick]
So I’ve been waiting by my phone (brrp)
So when you’re ready, you know where to find me
Got that key to your heart

So when you’re ready you know where to find me
Got that key to your heart
I see you’ve been trying to make
But I can’t help it, I’m waitin’

Now you got me cuffed (cuffed, cuffed)

Warm Brew – Stretch

And just hope that I forgiven, but it’s what I gotta do
If you was in my position, then you’d probably do it too
[Verse 6:]
And even though a niggas sinning, you know I gotta sing the blues
Five deep in the fourth seat, hard to watch it from the nose bleed
Like I’m on fifth L put the money in the bag
Side street, back seat, blowing OG

Cuz we all family, treat you like my closest kin
I got some partners that can never compare, we got some shit that flip your mind like that nigga foretell

From the weak and the whack that’s making tracks
Yeah, feels like my eyes haven’t seen it
The sparkle in my eyes, I really hope you shine
Pessimist name [?]
If you was in my position, then you’d probably do it too
They don’t wanna see us winning, cuz they’d rather see us lose
And just hope that I forgiven, but it’s what I gotta do
They don’t wanna see us winning, cuz they’d rather see us lose
From what I heard now a days is where the hoes be
They say you wanna good girl then you should go to church
Big shot, Manu Li, it’s my time, I’mma start
And the partners I roll with play pop in the CD
Yea this motherfucking game ain’t (?)
If we don;t know the score then how the hell we supposed to win
And just hope that I forgiven, but it’s what I gotta do
If you was in my position, then you’d probably do it too
And if we unionize, they can’t win no more (right)
To this ruggedly handsome playa that’s slim and slender
[Hook]
Better take it back like a pimp in a ‘lac
Never gotta change you hoes do, if a nigga want the funk then roll through
[Verse 2: Manu Li]
We get to talking too much, we just might put a union together (mmm)
Yeah, difference between a boy and a man
I’m greeted by the homies Warm Brew on the West Coast

[Verse 3: Omar Bunyan]

I’ve got niggas my rolling with me, yeah we making a movement
[Hook]
With Warm Brew, my whole crew, Superman, no phone booth
I guarantee the head start bobbin’ and shakin’
Even if I don’t want to, there’s nothing I won’t do, to prove I’m a friend
You should be complying with the giant when he’s destined
Man step on up if you thinking you a contender
[Verse 1: Tony London]
From them (?) outside of the Staples Center
Yeah then I’m about to go on strike with my niggas
[Intro]
Just a humble nigga givin’ y’all the real shit
Nelson taught me [?]
Life is more than just a nigga gettin’ hoes and riches
Makin’ money off hella sacks
Christ, for this shit all up in my life
No matter the weather, I’m here for whatever, just say what it is
[?] on the moon on shrooms
[Hook]
They don’t wanna see us winning, cuz they’d rather see us lose
Best case scenario my burials in near sight
Major monkey on a real bitch’s back
Yo’ bitch she want a union leader take it then I bend her, now go
Linked up with [?]
You’ll like more then them hotdogs wrapped in bacon

Call a nigga up when you need some grass
And even though a niggas sinning, you know I gotta sing the blues
Tonight I’m chilling flow free like a cold breeze
[Verse 4: MENT Nelson ]

For attention, go hard ’til the toes bleed

These record labels don’t want artists to talk to each other
Been dreaming so hard ’til the day that I meet it
Don’t you fools realize?
I live my life and pay no mind to what these hoes need

You gotta get what you got and take what you can
All you niggas prepare, with my niggas making moves to a home in the Air, no doubt we rolling there
Mescaline, I’m masculine, I’m flexin’
[Verse 5:]

And even though a niggas sinning, you know I gotta sing the blues

Amine – Squeeze

Flows keep switching so them niggas better keep up
Tell me who the fuck makes skits for they tour?
What should I be for Halloween?
Rolling down my window, roll my pride for self-esteem
Young, black, and handsome, that be my aesthetic, yeah
Mona Lisa for a feature, my price is priceless
All them nights I stayed up, I get paid up like a lay-up now
Traitors treat you like a reaper, RIP Kenneka
Leader and a lover like a mayor and John Mayer
I know, me, I’m the best
Tell me who the fuck makes skits for they tour?
I’m ’bout my business, CLBN, take nothing less
Fenty on my baby so my boo ain’t got no blemishes
LST on the beat, I love my buck teeth, that’s why I’m so fly
I started it, them niggas borrow it
I’m frank like Aretha, I’m dank like your reefer
They can’t help it, haters too selfish
Writer and director, actor, rapper, I’m a prize
Back in this motherfucker, I gots the -itis
Put the kitty on my face, I could take you on a trip
Yeah, the coolest be the fool-est ’cause them niggas really awkward
Motherfuckers hate me ’cause I’m all about my cream
I own the color yellow, Pantone, hit me up
Question, Do they have sex in the scenes with the sex?
Worldwide tour, so them girls wide open
Leave ’em in the dust, tell ’em level up
[Verse]
Shows packed out, so the bus pack oceans
Pull up on these motherfuckers, then I hit the scene
Unapologetic (bitch), success is my fetish
Secret, Good for You the best album alive
Practicing this verse up in the mirror like I’m Issa
Chucks on my feet ’cause they cut me a check

Migos – Motor Sport (feat. Nicki Minaj & Cardi B)

That’s why I fire up a bleezy (fire)
‘Cause money is treatin’ me well (uh uh)
Dame más gasolina (skrrt)
Same lips that be talkin’ ’bout me

Let me wrap my weave up
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
I am the champ, I’m Iron Mike in a bout
I’m with a couple bad bitches that’ll rip the party
full of water (Patek) Patek and A.P.

Suicide doors, Britney Spears

Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
Soon, as I land on the Lear (whew)
I stepped on runnin’ from 12 (12)
Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)
Face all your fears, then get at me
Girl, yeah, yeah
I wonder how many platinums we gon’ sell (albums)
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
Take away pain, ain’t easy (pain)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)

Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Not the watch, but the price on the ice
Take the air out the mall (hey, walk in with the sacks)
They reachin’ out like their back itchin’
It’s a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)
Straight up there (where?) we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court (court, jump)
Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voila)
I get upset off
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
Straight up there (where?) we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court (court, jump)
And their pussy stank, they’re catfishin’
[Verse 2: Offset]
Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
If Nicki should show me her titty
Feel like I can fly, yeah
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Abort the mission, that’s a kill (pew, pew, brrr)
Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex
You don’t want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
"Yo Nick, didn’t you just do a hit with Gotti?"
If I get to play with that kitty
[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
‘Cause he cums more, when I see him less
I ain’t tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
You bitches catchin’ a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie
Man, we should sell that porn
You see them stats, you know what I am about
I’m the trap Selena
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Motorsport, motorville
Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow
Ride the dick like a BMX
Yeah, Cardi B, I’m back, bitches
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
[Verse 5: Takeoff]
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
If Quavo the QB, I’m Nick Lombardi
This Givenchy is custom made, now you can’t get it at Saks though

I’m boujee, so, bitch, don’t get near (boujee)
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won’t tell (swear)
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
If you don’t know what that is (huh)
Attention, I’ma need you to face front
I don’t wanna hear I’m actin’ different
Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one)

My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
I don’t work in no office, but they copyin’ and that’s facts though
Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex
[Verse 1: Quavo]

It’s a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
Rap’s Jackie Chan, we ain’t pullin’ them fake stunts
Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)

Straight up there (where?), we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
And my ears got McDonald’s nuggets (ayy)
Is the same lips that be ass kissin’
M-M-M-Murda
My crown won’t fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)
All of your friends’ll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
488, hit the gears (488)
You heard she gon’ do what from who?
[Chorus: Quavo]
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth
Offset
That’s not a reliable source, no
I turn Offset on
No nigga wanna be my ex (no)
So tell me, have you seen her?
I love, when he go on tour
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Why would I hop in some beef (why?)
My chest bad, give me chills
No human being, I’m immortal (no)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth
Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)
And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)
Same hoes, that was sendin’ shots
[Intro: Quavo]
Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)
Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can’t go back
[Chorus: Quavo]
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
Take the air out the mall, walkin’ with the sacks

This season’s Off-White come in snorted (white)
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
Ain’t make no commitment with none of you bitches
The coupe came imported (hey)
Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
I told him the other day
These hoes ain’t, what they say they are
Piguets, they wet, tears (‘guets)
That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
Yeah, skrrt
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Niggas not cappin’ this season
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)

Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court (court, jump)
[Verse 3: Cardi B]

Taylor Swift – …Ready For It?

I forget their names now, I’m so very tame now
Every lover known in comparison is a failure
Baby, let the games begin
In the middle of the night in my dreams
Touch me and you’ll never be alone
I-I-I see how this is gon’ go
Ooh, are you ready for it?
I-Island breeze and lights down low
You should see the things we do, baby
I-I-I see how this is gon’ go
Baby, let the games begin
Some, some boys are tryin’ too hard
But if he’s a ghost, then I can be a phantom
But if I’m a thief, then he can join the heist
So I take my time
So I take my time
In the middle of the night, in my dreams
And he can be my jailer, Burton to this Taylor
Let the games begin
Let the games begin
In the middle of the night, in my dreams
(No one has to know)
Let the games begin
Let the games begin
No one has to know
Baby, let the games begin
Let the games begin
Stealing hearts and running off and never saying sorry
I know I’m gonna be with you
In the middle of the night, in my dreams
Like a vendetta-ta
Are you ready for it?
Me, I was a robber first time that he saw me
No one has to know
Younger than my exes but he act like such a man, so
I-Island breeze and lights down low
Let the games begin
Let the games begin
Baby, let the games begin
I-Island breeze and lights down low
And we’ll move to an island-and
Touch me and you’ll never be alone
Are you ready for it?
I know I’m gonna be with you
So I take my time
I see nothing better, I keep him forever
Wonder how many girls he had loved and left haunted
Holdin’ him for ransom
Knew he was a killer first time that I saw him
You should see the things we do, baby
Are you ready for it?
Touch me and you’ll never be alone
No one has to know
Let the games begin
I-I-I see how this is gon’ go
You should see the things we do, baby
Are you ready for it?
In the middle of the night, in my dreams
Never be the same now, now
He don’t try at all, though
In the middle of the night
I know I’m gonna be with you
In the middle of the night, in my dreams