Browse Month: February 2018

Rapsody – Chrome (Like Ooh)

[Verse 1]
Boys on the block told boys on the spot
You gotta a shot youngin’, you ain’t gotta get shot
Dangerous to measure a man by the size of his cock
I was told to measure a King by the size of his flock
Who your leader and where y’all going? My army big enough carry a boeing’
Ride off to the Lox
Hair braided, twisted, wind blowin’ thru my knots
9th, G, Jones, Khrysis, Amp, Kash, Nottz
Mama got soulfood cooking in the pots
You in a grave situation you should look into a plot
Dirt on my name, boy I’m way too smart
Chest full of a pride don’t mean nothin’ without heart
One life to live so you gotta make a mark
West side told one thang, don’t never rock wit marks
I only rock wit mark, that’s my lil brother
That’s the big homie, daddy said always keep a G on me
I got the dagger back that thang still sharp
I really play the game y’all commentate behind doors
Don’t never say my name cuz it might end yours
I never been lazy but I [eye] seen a plenty Forest
Whitaker, the wit of her, good Lord
Ain’t got keys like Khaled but I still open doors
A few in my crew flew the coop
The day I fly the coupe I’ll probably get woop woop’d
Speeding thru the laney, what we call high schoolin’
Painted that like Delaney, we see it in color too
Synesthetic, know everybody won’t GET it
I’m patient though, no wonder they regret it

[Chorus]
When I ooh
Pull up in the coupe
When the chrome coming?
It’s coming in June
When the chrome coming?
It’s coming in June
Ooh, ooh

[Bridge]
Pull up on em
Naw, hold pull back
Don’t show all your cards
They ain’t worth that
Spoon feed these niggas
Baby teeth these nigga
Who they teethin’ on?
Me, my nigga

[Verse 2]
Chrome been spinning on my mind
Hair, face new outfit, I’m fine
Trips round the world wit homies we all flyin’
Everything they say ain’t gospel, lames lie
Boys always taught don’t cry, but need to cry
I was taught to respect the driver more than I do the ride
Ride wit me homie, ain’t nothing to hold the wheel
When I was hungry you looked out, you always got me a meal
Workin on my glowup, they askin if I got mills
I got family, I got stress, got success and bills
Good God!
Put 20 inches on the axle
We cop them classic ol’ thangs in the Hill like Axel
Lines better than all the rappers aligned if they ask you
Ridin’ Shotgun, sittin askew
On the straight narrow
I called up mama up
Told her ‘bout my summer reign
She thought ‘bout Carl Thomas
I said no no no, no no I more like Giannis
Must be real to get these honors
That’s why they put G’s on us

[Outro]
I’m Real
Represent where you from?
Snow Hill
When you gon pull wit up new chrome on your wheels?
Chicken chasin all summer, pocket muscle real
I’m Real
Represent where you from?
Snow Hill
When you gon pull wit up new chrome on your wheels?
Chicken chasin all summer, pocket muscle real

Trippie Redd – Dark Knight Dummo (feat. Travis Scott)

[Intro]
Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Oh my god
Yeah, Big 14 know what the fuck goin’ on
Aye

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hold up
Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap
All these racks bomin’ in, they bomin’ in (hold up)
Ayy, count my guap, count my guap
Cannot stop comin’ in, comin’ in
Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead
I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead
My diamonds dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands
My diamonds dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, hold up
I don’t know what planet I’m on (oh Lord)
I’m a king, lil’ bitch watch the throne (watch the throne)
I feel like Voldo, I’ll chop off your arms (off your arms, yuh)
Steady causing havoc, yeah (yeah)
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard just like a Maverick (yeah)
Money stretch long lil’ bitch, like elastic (yeah)
Now that bitch steady calling me Mr. Fantastic, yeah, ayy
Know I keep a ratchet (alright)
If you play, boy I’ll turn your ass to ashes, yeah
Automatic, doo, doo, doo, doo, bitch, I’m blasting yeah (doo, doo, doo, doo)
Ooh, put you in a casket, yeah (yeah)
Money stretch long, it’s elastic
I don’t know what planet I’m on (I’m on Mars)
I’m a king, lil’ bitch watch the throne
I feel like Bono, I’ll chop off your arms (yuh, watch the throne)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Travis Scott]
Hold up
Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap (yeah)
All these racks bomin’ in, they bomin’ in (hold up, it’s lit)
Ayy, count my guap, count my guap (straight up)
Cannot stop comin’ in, comin’ in (yeah, yeah)
Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead (alright)
I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead (yeah)
My diamond’s dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands (yeah)
My diamond’s dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands (yeah)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Trippie Redd]
Astroworld’s my planet, my home (yeah)
Car’s too hot, the fumes too strong (yeah, yeah, it’s lit)
Mixed this cup for way too long (yeah, yeah, alright)
Add it up, don’t subtract it (yeah, yeah)
Pour this eighth with me and let’s get blasted (straight up)
Lambo drive like a dragon (skrrt, skrrt, ooh)
Can’t fall asleep at night ’cause they attacking, yeah
I, hop in the coupe, go insane
I, disappear, go David Blaine
We, don’t do the same (no)
I, feed all my bitches the ‘caine (white)
I, double cup to drown the pain (drank)
Light the octane (gas)
I’ma put six in the Lambo and jet to the plane (skrrt, skrrt)
Move for this chain with your elbow, I hope you got aim (hope you got aim)
Don’t need no more stains, or get hot like my name (La Flame)
Yeah, hide out in the trees with the bumblebees
Please say the name three times, we gon’ pop up on you
Like I’m Bloody Mary, man

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hold up
Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap
All these racks bomin’ in, they bomin’ in (hold up)
Ayy, count my guap, count my guap
Cannot stop comin’ in, comin’ in
Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead
I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead
My diamonds dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands
My diamonds dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands
Yeah

Caleborate – Bankrobber

[Intro]
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Me and Drew Banga, Came back from the hiatus
I’m not high so, Imma try to just actually really feel it

[Chorus]
My daddy was a bankrobber, bankrobber
He taught me how to get money, get money
See I don’t wanna hurt nobody, yeah
I just love to live this way, aye
My daddy was a bankrobber, bankrobber
He taught me how to get money, get money
See I don’t wanna hurt nobody, yeah
I just love to live this way, aye

[Verse 1]
I’ve been out hear lowriding, lowriding
Hanging out with nobody, nobody
Cause i got my own problems, own problems
I’m young and black with no college, no college
But fuck em cause the streets is where i graduate
Momma gon congratulate
Tell me that she love me but i gotta make it out this place
Niggas die here everyday
Or they get stuck working jobs
Caleb get your own job then get your own state like tom
Get Del Niro like Rob and get a black girl too
And make sure you don’t forget what your daddy used to do
Never be like them niggas and they’ll wanna be you
And don’t fuck with hoes that don’t do shit but look cute

[Chorus]
My daddy was a bankrobber, bankrobber
He taught me how to get money, get money
See I don’t wanna hurt nobody, yeah
I just love to live this way, aye
My daddy was a bankrobber, bankrobber
He taught me how to get money, get money
See I don’t wanna hurt nobody, yeah
I just love to live this way, aye

[Bridge]
(You can keep it rolling)
Said my daddy was a bankrobber
My daddy was a bankrobber
My daddy was a
(This gonna be a bit controversial but i’m gonna say it)

[Verse 2]
Ayy, first off, fuck Donald Trump, I don’t care he’s not my president
Nigga i ain’t scared of shit
You can’t even tell him shit
What’s the point in hiding just be honest for the hell of it
I know my truth gonna set me free, So tell it
Look
Yeah i watch porno
I grown as fuck but still ain’t got no dough
I’m living with my aunty, I ain’t got no hoes
I beat my dick sometimes when she don’t answer my calls
I’m self conscious bout my size and how i look with clothes on
But i’m still cold as frozone
When i spit this oxycodone
Cause i admit that i ain’t shit and everybody follows
To make it big in this world you can’t be in your sorrows
Fuck what happened yesterday, you could blow up tomorrow
If you keep your eyes on the prize that night
Said my daddy back at high school when i would write
Now i’m recognized and God damn that nigga was right
That nigga was right

[Chorus]
My daddy was a bankrobber, bankrobber
He taught me how to get money, get money
See I don’t wanna hurt nobody, yeah
I just love to live this way, aye
My daddy was a bankrobber, bankrobber
He taught me how to get money, get money
See I don’t wanna hurt nobody, yeah
I just love to live this way, aye

My daddy was a bankrobber
My daddy was a bankrobber
My daddy was a

Jordan Rakei – Eye To Eye

[Verse 1]
It’s the birth of a star, earlier than sunset
It’s the galaxy’s water, flowing like a river bed
It’s the rain, oh the rain
Drown upon this summer day
Grown into a super nova
Back to where we used to play
It’s an infinity, as it feasts on time
‘Cause it constantly leaps, perpetual design
‘Cause we worship the key
The tide is going out now
As we look out to sea
Legs sprawled and head down

[Bridge]
Yes they shine bright like a million, let them bleed twice for a minute
Pleasure to have met you, you’re my star tonight
To have felt this oh sublime, like a grain of sand travelling through time
Pleasure to have met you, you’re my star tonight
Yes they shine bright like a million, let them bleed twice for a minute
Pleasure to have met you, you’re my star tonight
To have felt this oh sublime, like a grain of sand travelling through time
Pleasure to have met you, you’re my star tonight

[Chorus]
We don’t see eye to eye, we don’t see eye to eye
We don’t see eye to eye, we don’t see eye to eye

[Verse 2]
The time it took to realise
What you say bears sweet on my soul
Compliments with no surprises
Making routes straight to their home

[Chorus]
We don’t see eye to eye, we don’t see eye to eye
We don’t see eye to eye, We don’t see eye to eye

[Verse 3]
Rusty nail showing bruises
Not quite holding firmly now
Complications, falling useless
Alone until I work it out

[Chorus]
We don’t see eye to eye, we don’t see eye to eye
We don’t see eye to eye, We don’t see eye to eye

[Instrumental outro]

Angelo Mota – Talk Too Much (feat. Naja Young)

[Bridge 1: Angelo Mota]
Stop, drop
Pick it up slow then stop
Turn around, bring it down low
Then stop, woah, slow down roll
Stop, woah, slow down roll
Stop, drop
Pick it up slow then stop
Turn around, bring it down low
Then stop, woah
Slow down roll, stop, woah

[Verse 1: Angelo Mota]
I was in the cyph like "Who next to go on the texaco?"
That’s gas, you gotta ask, you don’t get to smoke
You get passed like a bill, don’t forget to vote
And don’t choke off the vegetable (rude!)
I ain’t finna dare you to move
But the bass’ll take place and take care of you soon
And you actin’ like you sared of the room
This your shit
Walk by, the guys turn zombies corpses like
What the fuck?
Baby did you come cuffed?
Wanna get with ya
Velcro, let’s go, I wanna stick to ya
You the shit, everybody can get a wiff of ya
So now I’m stuck trynna stuff these words together
How I like your get up
Maybe we should get up
When I finish, had time to set up the question
I fucked around and missed your exit, depressing

[Chorus: Angelo Mota & Naja Young]
You – you got what I – you got what I
You got what I need (you got what I need, you got what I need)
Oh baby you, you keep it tight, I keep it I
It’s just what I need, that’s just the right speed
I got what you need
Then she said to me:
Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
Better not chit chat

[Verse 2: Angelo Mota]
L-riding
All damn night
Night rider
Blunt it burn like hell fire
Can’t quell that shit
Just shut the fuck up, inhale that shit
Imma pump the bass up, reveal my sins
In a crowded place, uh
Air so thick
Proabably woke the neighbors
Veil too thin to conceal the fragrance
Cash too spent for a [?] vacation
Lives too spent being wrong and anxious
Try my hardest but I’m too jaded and
I’m too faded and I don’t give a fuck what the DJ playing
I don’t even really like going out like that
I wouldn’t ever guess you would bounce like that
Never mind, saw face dropping likes on the page
Lock eyes on the stage and I smile right back like

[Chorus: Angelo Mota & Naja Young]
You – you got what I – you got what I
You got what I need (you got what I need, you got what I need)
Oh baby you, you keep it tight, I keep it I
It’s just what I need, that’s just the right speed
I got what you need
Then she said to me:
"Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)
"Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)
"Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)
"Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)

[Instrumental]

[Bridge 2: Angelo Mota]
Better not chit chat
Stop, drop
Pick it up slow then stop
Turn around, bring it down low
Then stop, woah, slow down role
Stop, woah, slow down role
Stop, drop
Pick it up slow then stop
Turn around, bring it down low
Then stop, woah
Slow down role, stop, woah

Trippie Redd – UKA UKA

[Intro]
Yeah, Big 14, know what the fuck goin’ on
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Ooh, said I made y’all
So how could I be mad that ain’t y’all
Same reason why I hate y’all
Hop up in this Rari then I race off, aye
Do the dash in this racecar
Got the Pistol Pete on me, is this a face off, aye?
Better say your damn grace dog
Blind in reality just like you’re Ray Charles, aye

[Hook]
Aye, I don’t want no more pressure, no
Don’t want no more pressure, noo
Don’t want no more pressure, ahh
Don’t want no more pressure, ahh
Don’t want no more pressure, ahh
Don’t want no more pressure, ahha

[Verse 2]
Aye, fuck your bitch and hit my fucking dab
Aye, choppers by my side you know it clap
Like your bitch ass, big bag
Big cash, and I tote a big gat
Aftermath, I been dressed in all black
Got the black mask
I’ll pull it out the motherfucking black bag
Yeah, and drop your ass
Bang bang, lil nigga you left in the past
Ooh, aye, son these niggas, I’m your dad
Big racks on my body, baby got this cash
Pray these goofy niggas really goin’ out sad
Give these pussy niggas hell like I’m Johnny Gat, ooh

[Hook 2]
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure

[Verse 3]
Aye, are you niggas really from the field?
Or are you niggas really from the hills?
I got a mob of niggas coming by the mills
They’ll shoot your ass down boy, for 1400 kills, for real
I’m tryna find your fuckin chill
I’m off this Actavis, I’m tryna pop a seal
I don’t do Xannies baby, no don’t do no pills
I’m just smokin on dope, baby, just thumbin’ through the mills, so ill

Uka Uka

Raury – Odyssey

It’s like I’m lost you see
Auctioning off my sanity
Damaging my relationships
Sorry I missed your call it seems
I’m not the boy I was yesterday that’s the words that they claim I changed so they change on me kinda of rich but it rains on me
Somedays but money means nothing but we’re convinced that it does because we’re clubbing, cousins screaming "It’s all about the money!"
And brothers busting each other with guns they love it love it push it to radio feeding it to mind of the public
Dozens and dozens of poison rush over-flooding
Sound is more like a drug affecting and the brain like Robotussin
I am the medicine predecessors benevolent guess they be believing me pressure is of the elements
But no not stressing been chilling getting my rest I got skeletons in my closet caressing the treasure chest
I’ve been touring and moving and shaking, free money making, heart breaking around the world
Because what is giving is what is taken
Got beef relation with random entities hating
Thought of becoming Muslim
Life’s too short to not enjoy bacon
Still i don’t eat forever its on my plate and i guess i really can say i relate those who dislike its’ tasting
But its our nature to seek out an opposition is human kind self-destructive necessitating the hatred to fill the balance?
I guess the yin and yang is within us and we can’t hide it no matter how much we fake it
I’m a zenned out master, actual rap blaster, After math class gassing in the car filled with laughter
There used to be a chapter when i was young and mad about a 100 million facts i’m unathletic and a bastard
But now it doesn’t matter
I’m climbing up the ladder pockets fat asleep like the aftermath of jet lagging
And you don’t want this life bruh! and i would tell an asker of my life experience, to be a doctor or an actor
And it’s like I’m lost you see, oftenly walking cautiously
Constantly People Bother Me, offer me hella prophecies
Profiting off the prodigy, think I’m blinded but I can see
People full of shit I’m just here to give the colostomy
I’m on an odyssey, under pressure i’m cracking
They watching me watching me watching, watching i know they watching me
Schizophrenia haunting me runs in my family
And we got some problems beyond the fact that we cannot seem to stick together forever watching our fathers leave
Mama sister and aunty and grandma was all i’d really see at all these family reunions
And since i’m booming i’m like the man of the clan with the family on my back
But we got nothing so this how i live
Thanks to my loans i made throughout college
Graduate in debt because of the interest piling, by the time i pay it off i got kids ready for college!
Living without profit, working like a slave for a man who’s named Bobby
And Bobby went to Yale cause he’s children of children children of children of children children who daddy help build the building
Building my shit from nothing tell me this world is fair
Staring me in the eyes
Don’t you lie i might fucking lose it
Don’t lie i might fucking lose it
Don’t lie i might fucking lose it
Don’t lie i might fucking

YFN Lucci – Propane (feat. YFN Trae Pound & YFN Kay)

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man, yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains, yeah, aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Uh, one hand on my (on my), man I pray he don’t (pray he don’t)
If he play he gon’ (play he gon’), he may not make it no
Uh naw, don’t make me make that call, we ball, no basketball
We all international, we flyer than an asteroid
No, I don’t like racks at all, that there get you wacked my dawg
Shootin’ up a nigga family house, that there get my mans involved
Make me get at your mans and all, nah we ain’t got to pay it off
That sawed-off will knock ya head off, in the coupe with the head off
Been through one of the opps block, seat low, I got the chop cocked
Cut up one of their cars, got it lookin’ like it been to the chop shop
Hell nah we will not stop, every night I prayed about a drop (every night I prayed)
If you lookin’ for some smoke we

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 2: YFN Kay]
Money power respect, one hand grippin’ my TEC
Whole lotta water drippin’ from my neck, that’s VVS
Whole lotta lean drippin’ from my cup, that’s CVS
Whole lotta pounds drop on the first, that’s UPS
These niggas want to be famous, leave a fuck nigga plankin’
Brains all over the floor, now I see what you thinkin’
That’s on Nut, that’s on Nut, In my Glock I trust
I can’t wait to bust, leave a pussy nigga stuck
Put your pistols up, while I ship on two cups
Twistin’ my fingers up, whole lotta new bucks
We knock ’em down, you pick ’em up
They ain’t ’bout no action, they just talk about it
Leave the scene cloudy, lotta smoke around it

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 3: YFN Trae Pound]
Move bags like a garage truck, huh, get your order up
Used to ride the Marta bus, huh, now they charter us
Nigga you ain’t hard enough, huh, how you want war with us? huh
You ain’t startin’ with us (nigga), you ain’t part of us
Grindin, lately I’ve been grindin’
Which car to slide in? Havin’ trouble decidin’
Whole lotta diamonds in the face, can’t see what time it is
I ain’t even signed a deal, I’d probably be swipin’ still (haha)
On hand on that, huh, rubberband that, huh
Probably too much, huh, rockin’ too much, huh
One call get you touched, DJ Screw in my cup (yeah)
We was down now we up, whole gang done blew up

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

Tinashe – Faded Love (feat. Future) (Vertical Video)

[Intro: Tinashe]
You on that faded love, love
Luh-luh-luh-luh-love
Love
You on that faded love, love
Luh-luh-luh-luh-love
Love
You on that faded love

[Verse 1: Tinashe]
No, don’t give me your name
No, I don’t need your number saved in my phone
Just follow me, follow me, follow me
Follow me home
Wanna take off my rings in my California King
Let me get you alone
Just follow me, follow me, follow me
Follow me home

[Pre-Chorus: Tinashe]
Let’s just feel this feelin’
Let’s just feel this feelin’
High up as the ceilin’
Let’s just, let’s just feel this feelin’
Let’s just feel this moment
We can make it last
Let’s just feel this feelin’
Right now, right now

[Chorus: Tinashe]
You on that faded love, love
Luh-luh-luh-luh-love
You on that faded love, love
Luh-luh-luh-luh-love
Love
You on that faded love, love
Luh-luh-luh-luh-love
Love
You on that faded love, love
Luh-luh-luh-luh-love
You on that faded love

[Verse 2: Tinashe]
I can feel every breath on the edge of my neck
Cigarettes and cologne
Just follow me, follow me, follow me
Follow me home
No, I don’t know the time and I don’t know what’s next
But I know that it’s on
Just follow me, follow me, follow me
Follow me home

[Pre-Chorus: Tinashe & Future]
Let’s just feel this feelin’
Let’s just feel this feelin’
Try our best to seal it
Let’s just, let’s just feel this feelin’
Let’s just feel this moment
We can make it last
Let’s just feel this feelin’
Right now, right now

[Chorus: Tinashe & Future]
You on that faded love, love
Luh-luh-luh-luh-love
You on that faded love, love
Luh-luh-luh-luh-love
Love
You on that faded
You on that faded love, love
Luh-luh-luh-luh-love
Love
You on that faded
You on that faded love, love
Luh-luh-luh-luh-love
You on that faded love

[Verse 3: Future]
Before I give my white cup up
Before I give my white girl up
Before I give my half-Dominican girl up, I need real love
I’m on my fourth stripper of the day
I keep a full thoroughbred Jamaican
I’ma find your G-spot like you dropped your location
Man I’ma give all this shit up one day
Get some love from a video vixen on the runway
You can’t hold it against a king, baby
You shoulda made me better, what I need
You shoulda upgraded me already
You shoulda made love to me already
I done spent a million on you already
I done bought diamonds for you already
If you love, you can teach me, wanna learn
Take you farther than Jerusalem when it’s my turn
We so spiritually connected
We goin’ in the right direction

[Chorus: Tinashe & Future]
You on that faded love, love
Luh-luh-luh-luh-love
You on that faded love, love
Luh-luh-luh-luh-love
Love
You on that faded
You on that faded love, love
Luh-luh-luh-luh-love
Love
You on that faded
You on that faded love, love
Luh-luh-luh-luh-love
You on that faded love

Rotimi – Baecation

[Intro]
Baby I know you tired
How bout a little beacation
Just you and me alright

[Verse 1]
You been workin yourself up
I can tell you need some time away
From everything
Im a change your position bae
Im a make you the boss and I’ll be the emplyee bae

[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me what you want me to do
And im a do it for you
What ever you want
Say it and I’ll make it come true
We dont have to go far
We can do it right here in the car
We dont have to go know where at all
I just want to be right where you are

[Chorus]
Girl I wanna give you a baecation
I know thats what you been waiting on
Girl you dont have to wait no longer
Oh no no no baby

I want to give you a baecation
Baby you ain’t gatta bag now
But your love, that will be enough
On this baecation, with just us

[Verse 2]
Baby just chill
Like your on the passengers side
And I got the whip
Baby im a drive like we on the highway
In a drop top
You ain’t got nothin on

[Pre-Chorus]
So im a do everything for you
What ever you want
Say it and I make it come true
We dont have to go far
We can do it right here in the car
We dont have to go know where at all
I just want to be right where you are

[Chorus]
Girl I wanna give you a baecation
I know thats what you been waiting on
Girl you dont have to wait no longer
Oh no no no baby

I want to give you a baecation
Baby you ain’t gatta bag now
But your love, that will be enough
On this baecation, with just us

Fetty Wap – KissWowie (Lyric Video)

[Intro]
Badabada
Mmm (Zoovier)
Yeah, baby
Mmm (Zoovier)
Yeah, baby
Mmm (yeah)

[Chorus]
Do you like to get high?
Do you like to take trips by the water?
We can take off and ride
Let her brag about the shit that I bought her
How you feeling inside
Beautiful outside
Tired of living? Let’s die
Here’s your wings, let’s fly

[Post-Chorus]
Do you like to get high?
Do you like to take trips by the water?
We can take off and ride
Let her brag about the shit that I bought her
Yeah, baby

[Bridge]
I know she loves me, yeah
I know she does, yeah
I love how she touch me, yeah
I love, we love, yeah
I know she loves me, yeah
I know she does, yeah
I love how she touch me, yeah
I love, we love

[Chorus]
Do you like to get high?
Do you like to take trips by the water?
We can take off and ride, ride, ride
Let her brag about the shit that I bought her
How you feeling inside
Beautiful outside
Tired of living? Let’s die
Here’s your wings, let’s fly, fly, fly

[Verse 1]
I know that she loves me
I know she does, yeah
I love how she touch me
She know I does, yeah
Always says she loves me
I know she does, yeah
I know she trust, yeah
My number one, yeah
I know that she loves me
I know she does, yeah
I love how she touch me
She know I does, yeah
Always say she loves me
I know she does, yeah
I know she trust, yeah
My number one, yeah (Zoovier)

[Verse 2]
I know that she loves me
I know she does, yeah
I love how she touch me
She know I does, yeah
Always tell me that she loves me
I know she does, yeah
I know she trust, yeah
My number one, yeah
I know that she loves me
I know she does, yeah
I love how she touch me
She know I does, yeah
Always tell me that she loves me
I know she does, yeah
I know she trust, yeah
My number one, yeah

Slim 400 – Nerd Niggaz

[Hook]
Back to the brans
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas

[Verse 1: Slim 400]
Bruisin’ in my rag top on D’s
Hitter on the front got the pistol on scrape
Whirl in the back and he rolling up a grape
Bout to hit the Shaw so we can knock us a B
Had to flash on a nigga then he skirted out
That’s that L.A. shit, you know I’m talking about
Nigga I’m a rep where I’m from, ain’t not bitching out
Make ’em lean like a cholo when this gun is out
My real vatos with the biz, I’m at they family’s house
Sippin’ on coronas on they couch when I’m thuggin’ out
Slim fo’ got hella clout, so what’s this you talkin’ bout?
It really mean nothing when I’m all they talk about
I really get dough and that’s something you’re not about
And me being broke that is something I won’t allow, aye
Times get hard, got the world in my hands
European wheels headed back to the brans

[Hook]
Back to the brans
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas

[Verse 2: YG]
I’m bruisin’ down the brans in a benz
Just left the block I’m tryna make it to the 1-10
Red lights I don’t fuck with them
Never wanna be a victim of a "Oh that’s him"
Them yellow lights I zoom past them
Cause if I stop they got time to assume that’s him
Them green lights, that mean everything a go
These hoes go, this money go like bullets out this .44
Summertime in Cali got it made so you strap it up
(ay ay bitch where you goin’, hop in the car)
These niggas be stealing my appeal, I be mad as fuck
This swag I got is contagious
That’s why I don’t shake hands I dap it up
I ran to the block when they was trying to save me
My plan worked, I’m a million dollar baby
But fuck it, I’m bout to put the benz on D’s
And you know I ain’t lying when I put it on beats

[Hook]
Back to the brans
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas

[Verse 3: Sad Boy Loko]
Bruisin’ down the street in my six o
Sippin’ on a michelada while my henny gets cold
You should know when I roll, G I’m up to something
Windows down system low, I ain’t tryna bump it
Turn right cause a left might make you wait
On these streets it don’t pause everyone’s out to play
No rewind if you die, so I’m going fast forward
I was young bruisin’ street looking over both shoulders
Nothing changed still bruise at the same block
Yes I paid for my rims, no they ain’t hot
Driving in the ghetto, the streets I was raised in
Smoking getting high, like a goddamn Jamaican
3 girls side to side I could even pancake it
Leave holes in your face looking like Jason
Sippin’ on my henny I can’t even chase it
Ever try and wonder I will demonstrate it
Shit

Rob Markman – ’96 Roc-A-Fella Logo

[Intro]
Ya know, we talk about culture
And they try to shun that
It’s more than just music
I’m cut from a cloth
You’re fuckin’ with a marksman

[Verse]
Check one check two since you know what to do
Gotta salute Skyzoo before I give it you
All I ever wanted was a Bad Boy logo
And then came the Roc, that’s when everything stopped
Fascinated by the R, the bottle half-popped
For the record, those pre-Doubt records was kinda hot
Dreams on the yacht where the video was shot
Tuned in 10 o’clock, Funk Flex on the box
Lenny San-tia with the Benz in the lot
Get the picture? Ha This a Kodak opp
And we was on the block, probably out duckin’ cops
Goin’ half on wings and fried rice out the wok
In the crib watching BCAT, really tryna be that
Holmes said its deep and the coke hit his kneecaps
I don’t know, I believed that
Pictures so vivid I could see that
From then it was on, writing all night long
To get the chain and the charm, Jesus hangin’ by the arms
This ghetto gospel, save us with these psalms
The Hymns that we spin, these are more than just songs
Close ya eyes and imagine, a certain type of passion
Room full of execs, Dame Dash spazzin’
Feeling like everything we want, we could have it
This our shit, you just a quarter water bastard
In an Iceberg sweater
Screaming we don’t don’t want deals no more, it’s joint ventures
50/50 splits, the publishing lit
Full of smoke in the whip, Christión with ya chick
Back and forth trips to PA with the clique
Right around the same time they gettin’ at Kiss
We studied and watched, we listened to the LOX
And the L freestyle, we taped off Stretch and Bob
The same one they said that the God got washed
I dunno, I never really saw it as a loss
Gotta ask yourself what do you want more
The hard knock life, or the hard knock life tour?
Crack in the hall or the plaques on the wall
As far as movements that was the illest that I saw
All I ever wanted was a bad Boy Logo
And then came the Roc that’s when everything stopped
All I ever wanted was a bad Boy Logo
And then came the Roc that’s when everything ahhhhhh

[Outro: Dame Dash]
Sony wouldn’t do this, Loud gets its props
RCA don’t take that, Bad Boy gets its props
Arista don’t take that, LaFace gets it’s props

You and Polygraph split 50 percent
Aite, so y’all not partners, you got a quarter
You a quarter water, that’s it

Samantha Sang – Now

[Verse 1: Samantha Sang]
It’s over and done
But the heartache lives on inside
And who’s the one you’re clinging to
Instead of me tonight

[Pre-Chorus: Samantha Sang]
And where are you now
Now that I need you
Tears on my pillow
Wherever you go
I’ll cry me a river
That leads to your ocean
You never see me fall apart

[Chorus: Barry Gibb]
In the words of a broken heart
It’s just emotion that’s taken me over
Tied up in sorrow, lost in my soul
But if you don’t come back
Come home to me, darling

[Bridge: Barry Gibb and Samantha Sang]
You know that
There’ll be nobody left in this world to hold me tight
Nobody left in this world to kiss goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight

[Verse 2: Samantha Sang]
I’m there at your side
I’m part of all the things you are
But you’ve got a part of someone else
You go to find your shining star

[Pre-Chorus: Samantha Sang]
And where are you now
Now that I need you
Tears on my pillow
Wherever you go
I’ll cry me a river
That leads to your ocean
You never see me fall apart

[Chorus: Barry Gibb]
In the words of a broken heart
It’s just emotion that’s taken me over
Tied up in sorrow, lost in my soul
But if you don’t come back
Come home to me, darling

[Bridge: Barry Gibb and Samantha Sang]
You know that
There’ll be nobody left in this world to hold me tight
Nobody left in this world to kiss goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight

[Pre-Chorus: Samantha Sang]
And where are you now
Now that I need you
Tears on my pillow
Wherever you go
I’ll cry me a river
That leads to your ocean
You never see me fall apart

[Chorus: Barry Gibb]
In the words of a broken heart
It’s just emotion that’s taken me over
Tied up in sorrow, lost in my soul
But if you don’t come back
Come home to me, darling

Samantha Sang – In The Midnight Hour

I’m gonna wait
Til the midnight hour
That’s when my love
Comes tumbling down

I’m gonna wait
Til the midnight hour
When there’s no
One else around

I’m gonna take you
Girl, and hold you
And do all things I told you
In the midnight hour

Yes, I am
Oh, yes, I am
One more thing
I just wanna say

I’m gonna wait
Til the stars come out
See that twinkle
In your eyes

I’m gonna wait
Til the midnight hour
That’s when my love
Begins to shine

You’re the only girl I know
That really love me so
In the midnight hour
Oh, yeah, in the midnight hour

Yeah, alright
Play it for me one time now

I’m gonna wait
Til the midnight hour
That’s when my love
Comes tumbling down

I’m gonna wait
Til the midnight hour
That’s when my love
Begins to shine

Just you and I
Oh, baby, just you and I
Nobody around baby
Just you and I

Alright, you know
I’m gonna hold you in my arm
Just you and I
Oh, yeah, in the midnight hour

Oh, baby, in the midnight hour