Kendrick Lamar – Don’t Kill My Vibe

Between you and me, turn eulogy to urinals, niggas pissed off
I’m fuckin’ this industry hard
Bitch don’t kill my vibe, bitch don’t kill my vibe
In the White House with a mink
Don’t fuck up my high (fuck up my high)
I know you heard me nigga, this is a burpee nigga
Things I don’t understand
I heal niggas, touch down with more fiends
I am a sinner, who’s probably gonna sin again
The last that would try to pass a good job
Fall back, bitch, I got a lot on my plate
No, I don’t ‘member you, I don’t intend to empty my memory bank
I’m lookin’ to be the god MC
Told you motherfuckers, all I do is ball
They tell me you nice and I’m like, "wait"
Bitch don’t kill my vibe, bitch don’t kill my vibe
Bitch don’t kill my vibe, bitch don’t kill my vibe
I got my drink, I got my music
Pipe down on the curb when you heard that I got these words to the upper echelon, that’s excellent
I would share it but today I’m yelling
I’m bagging this money, tea-bagging your honey, you thought I was fresh out the yard
Nigga, Puffy Daddy wasn’t your favorite
Nigga you never be Jay, never be Nas, never be Snoop nor Dre
Leader of the new school
Brooklyn go hard, motherfucker
I am a sinner who’s probably gonna sin again
To put a nigga right on the big screen
In the paddy wagon with six teens
Smokin’ this shit like I’m tryna’ prove a point
And when the water reside, you’re Bobby Boucher
Bitch don’t kill my vibe, bitch don’t kill my vibe
You look at my hat and see thorns there
I can feel your energy from two planets away
Can’t hear myself think
But we thirsty nigga, never alert me, nigga
Cardio lap, was running for dear life but now I’m running the map bitch, I’m here nigga
I’ve been in my wave like twenty years straight
Go get me a knife, you’re looking like steak and when the stakes are high, I stake out for days
Nights like this, I could fuck up a pie
Things I don’t understand
I kill ’em all when they try to kill my vibe!
Mini-14 like bla’!
Turbulence, shit, almost spilled my drink
Sometimes I need to be alone
All up in the hall like a mall
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what
Don’t waste my breath
I’ve been on my vibe like twenty years straight
I’m the highest, the highest title, numero uno
Kill my vibe, that’s your motherfuckin’ funeral (haha)
Lyrical exercise
Picture lil’ ol’ me giving a fuck from what a fuck nigga gotta say
I’m more than another statistic, my nigga, this courtesy of Compton (courtesy of Compton)
Right now, homie, I’m in the extra vibe
Let a young nigga get by!
I’ll wait
Y’all keep the numbers
Look inside of my soul and you can find gold
So many washed up with detergent
I can feel your energy from two planets away
Up in the clouds, me and my spouse
I kill niggas, audio crack, khakis to meal ticket
Empty out another magazine like bla’!
And still be straight (still be straight)
Back to this joint
I would share it but today I’m yelling
Love me on the East like I’m Chuck D
I look at the game and see porn there
Presidental pardon, name one nigga out there harder than him
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
Sittin’ next to Hillary smellin’ like dank
World in my palms, ironically I am the Globetrotters’ best ’cause I didn’t drop the ball
Should have been in the pen but now my pen write with morphine
Sometimes I need to be alone
You ain’t get killed in Vegas or in a Suburban
Dominicans wish that I was born there
I am the bad, the good God, the last the hood got
I ministered this generation my fort
But I don’t dry tears, I just aim at them on purpose like bla’!
Bitch don’t kill my vibe, bitch don’t kill my vibe
And maybe get rich, hol’ up
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
I got my drink, I got my music
Don’t cry to me dummy, you’re a lightweight
I got a P89 in a suitcase
Running through that bitch like it’s my house
Rumors on the ground gettin’ too loud, please turn them shits down (down, down)
It’s a million dollars in it, baby, Hilary Swank
Bitch don’t kill my vibe, bitch don’t kill my vibe
I don’t know how many moons a nigga got left
If Shawn’s a black Beatle then I need a ten second drum solo, bitch, see you at Woodstock ah
On my toes like a ballerina, who knew I’d be Black Swan
Told niggas when I was sixteen that I’d write a sixteen

Big K.R.I.T. – Keep The Devil Off

What good are those riches if you’re 6 feet under?
[Bridge]
(Ah, ah, ah)
I mix the candy with the grain
To the top of the mountain, pimpin’ I’m on the move
What good are those riches if you’re 6 feet under?
Keep the devil off, can’t worry ’bout no snakes (worry ’bout no snakes)
But barely get to see but never ever at paid for
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
[Verse 1]
Lord, be my witness, keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Lord be my witness, keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
I ran them snakes in my yard
Now I creep in storage where you want to be
What good are those riches if you’re 6 feet under?
Keep the devil off, can’t worry ’bout no snakes (worry ’bout no snakes)
I ran circles ’round y’all
I was creepin’, crawlin’, fallin’ out the shack
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
I made a strong foundation outta all these boulders I carry
(keep the devil off, devil off, devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
(Keep the devil off) keep the devil off
(Ah, ah, ah)
(Keep the devil off)
I paid in gold what I bought (well)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
I ran circles ’round the non believers, the feds, the people
You ain’t seen it like I seen it

And you were tuckin’ your tail, actin’ all scared
I’m in the groove, on the late night
[Refrain]
[Chorus]
I make the move if the play right
[Bridge]
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
I was born underneath the pecan tree (pecan tree)
Lord be my witness
Lord be my witness
But now world couldn’t wait for an OG
Keep the devil off (keep the devil off, devil off, devil off)
Lord be my witness, keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
And never ever, ever got caught (woo)
(Keep the devil off)

Lord (lord lord lord lord lord)
I was born on the south side of the moon
Lord (lord lord lord lord lord)
Lord be my witness, keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
[Chorus]

Supernova
We ain’t cut from that cloth (well)
And the soul with the swang and the bang
Lord be my witness
And that’s called bounce
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, can’t worry ’bout no snakes (worry ’bout no snakes)
With the soul of giant and the heart of a lion
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
[Verse 2]
What good are those riches if you’re 6 feet under?
We ain’t cut from that cloth (well)
Backwards slippin’ upward through the crack

I paid in gold what I bought (well)
[Chorus]
I made more than they thought I would on my tax
Lord (lord lord lord lord lord)

Gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)

Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Country boy did this big from the bottom of the map
Lord be my witness
Lord (lord lord lord lord lord)
My vision nowadays ’bout as bright as the daylight
Gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
And never got caught (woo)
Keep the devil off, can’t worry ’bout no snakes (worry ’bout no snakes)
Lord be my witness, keep the devil off (keep the devil off)

Young Thug – Family Don’t Matter (feat. Millie Go Lightly)

Lightbulb, neck got jewels on it, uhh
I can’t wait to deep stroke to the morning
I just thought that you should know
Roll out the jar all day
My heart so cold I need a icebox

I be on Mars all day
Oh he had a couple stripes actually (of course)

Glaze that ass like a candle honey, uhh
I been rolling loud, right at Rolling Loud
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
I dropped a milly on my chain like I know Barry Bonds
Albums platinum and up, I’m killin’ these bastards
You gotta tell me what’s wrong
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
Got another half a milly in white tees, of course (don’t you panic)
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
My heart so cold, I need a Icebox
Roll up the raw all day
[Verse 1: Young Thug & Millie Go Lightly]
I’m ballin’ like Patrick Ewing
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
You be blowin’ smoke clouds shaped like
‘Bouta put my dick in your mouth right when you yawn
Icebox jewelry I need help, come and rescue me
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Tommy gun, found a real Tommy gun
You gotta put that puss on my lips whenever I’m on one
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

I don’t want no wrassle
[Bridge: Millie Go Lightly & Young Thug]
Two cups, can I drown in my mind too?
I can put her on her feet, oh, oh head gasket
I’m ’bout to fuck somebody girl off this rum, rum (go head)

Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
Bagged a bad bitch, I got a foreign son
You feeling me, I’m feeling you
Babysit your dog all day
I be havin’ nightmares shaped like you
I’m in a Ghost like Casper
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
Everything go smooth for me, like I got my Masters

What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
I need you come and rescue me
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
Don’t you take this shit for granted, don’t you panic
Boss all day
I’m with the stars all day
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Abracadabra, kill all you bastards
But it ain’t e’en matter, I was trying kill these bastards
Hear the track, spin it back, catch a vibe too
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
[Intro: Young Thug]
And I got a head full of hair like I’m from Amazon, uhh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

Yeah, whaddup
Take a hit, we can sip like it’s medicine
I got some jobs all day

What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
This the shit that be bad, so bad it’s good for you
[Chorus: Young Thug]
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Ferragamo shower shoes for me, uhh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
I’m chasing all of these rats like I was Tom (yeah)
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
Rolling through the W6

When I put my D in your pants, don’t you panic
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
Yellow school buses that’s a xanny
Turn up on you bastards
Smokin’ backwoods in northern bay
Chemistry, remedy, there’s no better than
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
My heart so cold I need a icebox
I thank the red doll so I whip my bum bum
And then I take this shit for granted
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
When I catch up with your bitch you know I’m smashing

My heart so cold, I need a Icebox
Purple dreams to catch myself (to catch myself)
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
I’m tryna put my dick inside of your panties, yeah
Satan, abracadabra
Falling deep, too deep
Boutta watch you jog all day
No nothin’ else matter to him
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
I be havin’ nightmares shaped like you
Like an ol’ school I got some pull, don’t I?
Causing me to sleep and I ain’t plan it (yee-haw!)

[Outro: Young Thug]
[Chorus: Young Thug]
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
Fubu Platinum up, birds in the Acura
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Tryna park the Rolls Royce inside the Piccadilly
Country Billy made a couple milly
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
Icebox Jewelry
You be blowin’ smoke clouds shaped like me
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
The bread ambassador
I was getting protected by my savages
This the shit that be bad, so bad it’s good for you

Kendrick Lamar – Poetic Justice (feat. Drake)

You can get it, you can get it
Or where your Grandma stay, where your mama stay, or where your daddy stay, OK?" I’mma tell you where I’m from, OK? You gon’ tell me where you from, OK? "Hol’ up hol’ up hol’ up, we gon’ do it like this, OK?
I really wanna know you all
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
Everybody else basic
It’s coherent, I can hear it, mmhmm

Better yet, where your friends and them?
[Skit]
[Verse 2: Drake]
And what we have common is pain
You ain’t never gotta say shit (woo!)
Read slow and you’ll find gold mines in these lines
You’ve been taking
[Intro]
P.S
Tell ’em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
They say conversation rule a nation, I can tell

You were so new to this life but God damn you got adjusted
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
Go, go!
You can get it, you can get it
You’re in the mood for empathy, there’s blood in my pen
It don’t make sense
Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get it
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
[Hook x2: Kendrick Lamar]
I’m talking ’bout dark room, perfume
But I can never right my wrongs unless I write them down for real
Fuck that, pour up plenty of champagne
Y’all curled in that little bitty Range I heard that
Nigga, that ain’t good game, homie, sorry
I recognize your fragrance (hol’ up!)

I mean you need to hear this
It either caught me or it called me, mmhmm
A fatal attraction is common
But I could never right my wrongs
You can get it, you can get it
With all these seductive photographs and all these one off vacations
Sex drive when you swerve, I want that interference
I mean you need to hear this
When you figure out it’s all right here in the city
Good God, what you doing that walk for?
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
P.S
And I know your taste is
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
"Yo I don’t care who this nigga over here for, if he don’t tell where he come, it’s a wrap! I’m sorry"
I really hope you play this
I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated to you when
Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof
And right before you go blind
Cold nights when you curse this name
Love is not just a verb, it’s you looking in the mirror
And they say communication save relations, I can tell
I mean I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex

You called up your girlfriends and
"Matter of fact, get out the van homie. Get out the car before I snatch you out that mother fucker homie"
"Ay you over here for Sherane homie?"
Your natural hair and your soft skin, and your big ass in that sundress (ooh!)
When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less and we would talk more

That’s your heartbeat
A little bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh)
Or it is a problem" "I’m gon’ ask you one more time homie, where is you from?
Take you and your mama to the motherland
Say if you a bad bitch put your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Poetic justice, put it in a song
‘less I write it down for real, P.S
Clearly a lot for me to take in
You can get it, you can get it

Making sure my punctuation curve, every letter is true
I was trying to put you on game, put you on a plane
Call me crazy, We can both be insane
Poetic justice, put it in a song
That sound like poetic justice, poetic justice
I really wanna show you off
I’m talking poetic justice, poetic justice
Love is not just a verb, it’s you looking for it, maybe
"Enough with all this talkin"
Sincerely, yours truly
Cause ol’ girl you test my patience
Love is not just a verb and I can see power steering
[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
You can get it, you can get it
Every time I write these words they become a taboo
I could do it, maybe one day

Poetic justice, put it in a song
[Hook x2: Kendrick Lamar]
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
When you figure out you’re gonna need someone
And you don’t run from where we come from
With poetic justice, poetic justice
Nigga, don’t approach her with that Atari
She wanna go and party, she wanna go and party
Young East African Girl, you too busy fucking with your other man
You live life on an everyday basis
You can get it, you can get it

Krept & Konan – Ask Flipz (feat. Stormzy)

Let’s make it fair
Don’t even tark too much (Yeah, oh yeah)
Bro came with the MAC, he don’t eat fast food much (Boy)
[Intro: Konan]
Plus I went gold in two weeks (Behave)
I can make your girlfriend sing for me (Sing for me)
I used to run man down in my Nikes
Do the truth, don’t take it there
Redrum, fam, honour me
Save all the chat, don’t get your dog moved up (Yeah)
Them man talk shit, nobody asked you cous’ (Who?)
We buy out the bar, Charms rest in peace (Ameen)
Can’t talk bait on a hot phone (Na)
Save all the chat, don’t get your dog moved up
Can’t hold the phone, you’re too weak
Don’t even tark too much
Told you niggas that Flipz don’t tark
Not my brudda, stop calling me Akhi
Okay, flow’s over sick and contagious
Don’t even tark too much
Big black Merc that I bought; skr
You wanna take shots like Barca
Come off my name, it’s over, I won
Ask Flipz, don’t even tark too much (Behave)
Kon’ stop laughing man, you’re too foul
Don’t even tark too much

See the car dash like Kimberley (Skrr)
I can’t do it but the mandem could

Killer!
Sorted, bought new floors but I’m flawless
Your chain jacked and you called us
Free up my bros in the cell
Don’t even tark too much
Bro came with the MAC, he don’t eat fast food much
Now I’m in business class talking about the economy
Fam what’s good?
Don’t even tark too much
Keep talking about shooters
Bang that Bubu, ban that Buju
Lemme just make that clear

But you’re lying like Lucious (Lying)
Save all the chat, don’t get your dog moved up
Like I’ve gotta try bring the stock home
Them man talk shit, nobody asked you cuz’ (Who?)
I like skets, I like fanny
Don’t even tark too much
Paid for my door and they paid for my time
[Hook: Stormzy]
I met the weed plug in Sweden
Plus I go hard on my ones
Dickheads, losers
[Hook: Stormzy]
Don’t even tark too much
Ask Flipz, don’t even tark too much (Behave)
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t run your mouth around strangers
Chatty mout’, you’re too dangerous
Don’t even tark too much (Yeah)
Don’t even tark too much
Now I just do it in my Pumas (Run man down)
Don’t even tark too much
Had your WCW holding my belt (Behave)
[Verse 2: Krept]
[Hook: Stormzy]
Don’t even tark too much

I was on the road when Ghetts made Sing For Me (Sing for me)
Bro came with the MAC, he don’t eat fast food much
‘Cause the feds don’t wanna see another black August
Ring ring, trap sell packs on the corners
Don’t even tark too much
Feds in my crib, tryna leave a man doorless
Ask Flipz, don’t even tark too much (Behave)
But I flipped it again, let me tell them on the chorus (Boy)
Done things that nobody’s done
I am nobody’s son (No)
Don’t even tark too much (Yeah)
You’re only bad on computers
Fur’s on like it’s Moscow (Yeah)
Them man are doing shows for two thou’
Them man talk shit, nobody asked you cuz’ (Who?)
Don’t put in work, you’re a fool; nerd
Got your bird on my balls; Spurs (finish him!)
Little chatty mout’, you’re too loud
My name’s Krept, my name’s Tally
In the trap house eating Indomie

Anyway I hit the curb and do street
Punch you out your accessories
Sixteen, murdered you all; hearsed
I use God, them man use JuJu
If I get the west in, I’m not phoning the girl
But we don’t take checks in Heath (Never)
Hater, rap scene saviour
When I give stamps, I open the mail
[Verse 1: Konan]
It’s like chatty mout’s the new style

Can’t give me no backchat, I tell them shut up like Lucas (Shut up)
Scrap the Merc and do Jeeps
Man used to save for their wallabees
Don’t even tark too much

Don’t even tark too much (Boy)
I think they got it in for me
Don’t even tark too much
I eat Plantain, you eat batty uh
But don’t wanna say my name ah
Not underground, I’m not famous
[Verse 3: Stormzy]
Aight lickle man, check this sket

Preme – Can’t Hang (feat. Partynextdoor)

I got plans, and I’m tryna fix things for you, baby
I’m your man and I’m tryna make your homies happy, baby, yeah
I just dropped thirty bands, then pulled off in that all white Lamb, yeah
And you can tell them trouble with your loving
Don’t come thru if you can’t
Don’t come thru if you ain’t gang
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Your homies think I’m talking, well, they made the right assumption, yeah
[Verse 1: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
I dropped a ‘hunnid up on a watch, it’s a fortune
[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Slide through the crib, you can call your own Uber
Them bitches hate to see see you riding shotgun, yeah
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Say you ain’t no side chick
You a bad bitch
We on the same thang
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
I just dropped thirty bands, then pulled off in that all white Lamb, yeah

Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
They can’t catch me, coupe don’t got no backseat
[Verse 2: Preme & PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Y’all bitches ain’t high enough
Try to reach for my watch and my chain, no questions, we torture
Chantel Jefferies and rum and Pepsi
Only worried ’bout your life ’cause they ain’t got one, yeah

I’m hoping that you’ll pull up to the function
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
We got drank and testing you the fastest sorry, happy, baby
Don’t come thru if you ain’t gang, yeah
Don’t come thru if you ain’t gang, yeah
[Verse 3: Preme & PARTYNEXTDOOR]
I just dropped thirty bands, then pulled off in that all white Lamb, yeah
[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Quit acting, girl, I know you acting
[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
I just dropped thirty bands, then pulled off in that all white Lamb, yeah
Y’all bitches ain’t high enough
Ask me what the price is, loyalty is priceless
Y’all bitches ain’t high enough
You say all your niggas gang bang
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Y’all bitches ain’t drunk enough
You more like a side kick
We ain’t gotta smoke when I’m textin’ you the best, baby
Y’all bitches ain’t drunk enough
Y’all bitches ain’t high enough
Y’all bitches ain’t drunk enough
I’m the plug like the aux cord in the tax

Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang

Smoking gas, pass that blunt, I’m on my last
I’m the one that got you doing private things in public, yeah

Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Uh, drunk and high in the crop top, look sexy
Said they want the old reign
Niggas, things change
Don’t come thru if you ain’t gang, yeah
I know that you hate it when I treat you like a groupie
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang

Y’all bitches ain’t drunk enough

Belly – Man Listen

I talk money
What kind of honor is this
Yo
These politicians won’t let my brother visit
I know you wanna pop collars
[Chorus]
All I got is this ambition (That’s it)
Soprano bitches
She got that top dollar

Pull up in that top dollar
All I got is this ambition (That’s it)
A couple million make you stand different (I am)
All I got is this ambition (Ya’ digg)
You can miss us
Too broke to pay attention
Smoke weed louder than fran dressing
[Verse III]
Man listen, Man listen
I trying to see Madonna digits in all kind of riches
I’m just rushing through my blood like the Kremlin
Man listen, Man listen
The game changed I blame these lane pretenders
[Chorus]

Man listen, Man listen
My friends in Benz’s
Way way
[Verse II]
They dropped the ball and so I ran with it
I’m like
All I got is this ambition (That’s it)
A globetrotter

The game is friendless
I’m like
All I got is this ambition (Ya’ digg)
Pinky rings, hand kisses
They dropped the ball and so I ran with it
He’s a fake baller
I’m like
Man listen, Man listen
They dropped the ball and so I ran with it
No comma
Man listen, Man listen
They dropped the ball and so I ran with it
… from the knees up
Main man
Man listen, Man listen
I heard em say I made Rihanna’s hit list

A couple million make you stand different (Heeey)
A couple million make you stand different (Heeey)
All I got is this ambition (Ya’ digg)
I’m back with a vengeance
A couple million make you stand different (Heeey)
Mind your business
I guess you understand different
[Verse I]
A couple million make you stand different (Heeey)
A couple million make you stand different (I am)
This is your ending

Win win
They dropped the ball and so I ran with it
I’m like
I feel like holy castolando in designer stitches (Oh!)
They dropped the ball and so I ran with it
Where I come from you can’t visit
Man listen, Man listen
[…]
In Miami fucking ’round with all the finest bitches
Allow them the friend gesture
[Chorus]
I know you wanna pop pop
Parked at the entrance
They dropped the ball and so I ran with it
Top dollar

Pop collars

That’s it
Inside you still hear the engine like, "Wren wren"
A couple million make you stand different (I am)
All I got is this ambition (That’s it)
Everyone acting kind of vicious

Man listen, Man listen
They dropped the ball and so I ran with it
For
Hand gestures count counting until my hands blister
The pain is endless
A couple million make you stand different (I am)
All I got is this ambition (Ya’ digg)
[Chorus]
Man…
And this is what the sound of revenge is
Bank account four dollar
If you’re offended
Top dollar

I’m like
I dare you fuckin’ bitches defend it

Cardi B – Bodak Yellow (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

And the new whip
These is bloody shoes

I don’t wanna choose
I be in and out them banks so much
[Verse 2]
My pussy glitter as gold
Hit the store, I can get them both
That means I don’t fuck with you
I need to fill up the tank
And I just checked my accounts
Honestly, don’t give a fuck
I go to dinner and steak
That means I don’t fuck with you

I’m the hottest in the street
I’m there, I get paid a fee
Tell that li’l bitch play her role
[Hook]
I put my hand above my hip
I make bloody moves
Bitch, I’m who they tryna be
He wanna swim with his face
Know you prolly heard of me
If you wanted to
Now it’s a crib with a gate
I make money moves
They see pictures, they say goals
And I’m quick cut a nigga off
You know where I’m at
I bet you dip, he dip, she dip
[Hook]
I’ll let him did what he want
Another check from Mona Scott
I got the trunk in the front
These expensive, these is red bottoms
Hit the store, I can get them both
Only the real can relate
These expensive, these is red bottoms
I’m a boss, you a worker bitch
I don’t wanna choose
Dropped two mixtapes in six months
Hope you hoes know it ain’t cheap
This shit is hot like a stove
These is bloody shoes

Just in case these hoes forgot
Now she say she gon’ do what to who?
I make bloody moves
Look, I don’t dance now
I make money moves
I used to live in the P’s
These expensive, these is red bottoms
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me
You a groupie, you a opp
When I go fast as a horse
I make money moves
So don’t get comfortable
I just a-rove in a Rolls
If I see you and I don’t speak
Roly got charms, look like frosted flakes
I might just feel on your babe
I don’t wanna choose
Bet you come around my way
If I see you and I don’t speak
I’m a boss, you a worker bitch
[Hook]
You in the club just to party
I say I get the money and go
I know they’re tired of me
If I see you and I don’t speak
I just came up in a Wraith
He buy me Yves Saint Laurent
I make money move
So don’t get comfortable
I just run and check the mail
I ain’t got no time to chill

That means I don’t fuck with you
What bitch working as hard as me?
No, I need to fill up the safe
I’m a boss, you a worker bitch
If you wanted to
You can’t hang around my block
Don’t let these hoes bother me
I make bloody moves
Look, I don’t dance now
Look, I might just chill in some BAPE
‘Bout who ain’t fond of me
So don’t get comfortable
Say I don’t gotta dance
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me
Think these hoes be mad at me
I’m like okay
If you a pussy you get popped
I make money move
And I pay my mama bills
Look, I don’t dance now
Hit the store, I can get them both
If you wanted to
Turns out, I’m rich, I’m rich, I’m rich
Say I don’t gotta dance
Say I don’t gotta dance
That none of their niggas is safe
Their baby father want a feel
I had to let these bitches know
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me
I don’t bother with these hoes
Got a bag and fixed my teeth
And I’m quick cut a nigga off
My pussy feel like a lake
And I’m quick cut a nigga off
I need to let all these hoes know
You know where I be
Let’s find out and see, Cardi B
I make money move
These is bloody shoes
I might just chill with your boo
[Verse 1]

Chris Brown – Confidence

Oh woah, oh woah, oh woah, ooh, ooh
It’s your confidence, oh woah
Confidence (confidence)
Your confidence, confidence, confidence
I know we ain’t committed
Oh woah, oh woah, oh woah, ooh, ooh
[Pre-Chorus]
Wanna know what’s on your mind

[Intro]
Baby, go and dirty whine it up, thank you, baby

Tie your hands properly, I’m loving it
Yeah
I love everything but most importantly, it’s your confidence

Girl, go ahead and make up your mind
Tell me what you feeling
Yeah, I need that, Fifty Shades, ooh

Get on top, inside you is where I wanna be
I love it when you tell me what to do, like sit right there
It’s your confidence, oh woah
[Chorus]
It’s your confidence
Oh woah, oh woah, oh woah, ooh, ooh

Yeah, oh
Oh woah, oh woah, oh woah, ooh, ooh
[Outro]
Your confidence
Fifty Shades (oh)
Your confidence, oh woah
Your confidence
[Verse 1]
Please don’t tell nobody ’bout this affair
[Verse 2]

It’s your confidence
[Chorus]
Your confidence, oh woah
We might not make it to the room, from right here

Your confidence, confidence, confidence
Is this how we’re living? I don’t know, I can’t have you all the time
Confidence (confidence)
Baby, go and dirty wihne it up, thank you, baby
Tie your hands properly, I’m loving it
I love it when you tell me what to do, like sit right there
[Pre-Chorus]
And girl, I wish you made your decision
But we do this all the time, oh
We might not make it to the room, from right here
Got me all out here feinin’
Please don’t tell nobody ’bout this affair

Chris Brown – Only 4 Me (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Verse Simmonds)

Straight to the bed, then we started fucking, hey
She gon’ pop that pussy only for me (woo)
Tonight, only for me, me, me (all me, all mine, tonight your mine, yeah, yeah, girl)
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown & Verse Simmonds, Ty Dolla $ign]
And she gon’ do whatever for a real one (let’s switch ’em up)
Faces in my pillow case
Tonight, tonight

Yeah, yeah, ooh
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Girl, I got you sprung and I’m up, aw yeah
And you say, "How could you cheat with them hoes?" Woah
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Faces in my pillow case (yeah)
Tonight, tonight

All these niggas tryna holla
She shake it for the money
She shake it for the money
[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
And you gon’ leave with no panties on
And I know you got a man, but fuck that nigga nine (uh-huh)
Only for me, me, me, oh
She know I ain’t looking for a main thing
We started dancing, they started fooling

And that night I’m going through the same thing (same thing)
Tonight, tonight (yeah)
Room 112 at the Four Seasons
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown & Verse Simmonds]

I ain’t gon’ gas you up, girl but that ass on fire
Told her, you ain’t gotta tell no lies, girl, you ain’t gotta tell no lies
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I said, "Don’t worry ’bout it", ain’t got nothing to do with us
[Intro: Verse Simmonds]
[Pre-Chorus: Verse Simmonds & Ty Dolla $ign]
And that night I’m going through the same thing
Oh, oh, oh, oh
She know I ain’t looking for a main thing (ooh, oh, oh)
Tonight, only for me, me, me
She shake it for the money
Mascara on my sheets
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tonight, only for me, me, me (only for me)
I just wanna come through, do you got friends?
[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Verse Simmonds]

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
I switch ’em up, just like a million, hey
You know what time it is

Oh, oh, oh, oh (only for me)

Oh, oh, oh, oh
She shake it like a freak, oh

I knew as soon I hit it more than once

[Verse 1: Verse Simmonds]
Mascara on my sheets
I ain’t tryna press you, do you got plans?
I don’t wanna be the one who judge you, baby, it’s your life
Mascara on my sheets, sheets (oh, oh, ooh)
Only for me, me, me, oh
Verse, for me, Ty, for me, Breezy
Hey, only for me
Dance, dance, dance do it only for me, huh (do it)

Mascara on my sheets (oh, oh)

She shake it like a freak, oh
You smell that girl perfume on my pillow
That love is good as a motherfucker, girl
She know I ain’t looking for a main thing
You know it’s them other girls, I come around you all the time
I’m ain’t tryna waste your time, tryna bother
Legendary
And that night I’m going through the same thing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This goes out to all the girls, for me, hey, yeah
I switch ’em up, just like a million, hey
Left the key downstairs, get it on your way in
Faces in my pillow case

And she gon’ do whatever for a real one
She shake it for the money
And I brought some of my friends with me
Tonight, tonight (yeah)
I should have been, told her, I had a couple of her friends over
I switch ’em up, just like a million (yeah, hey, oh)
I gave you the wrong impression, still haven’t learnt my lesson
We started drinking, I wish I would have stayed sober
And you can’t believe that it’s your best friend
Faces in my pillow case (all of these faces)
Only for me, me, me, oh
She shake it like a freak, oh (oh, girl)
[Bridge: Verse Simmonds]
Like they here, here go, huh
[Chorus: Chris Brown & (Ty Dolla $ign)]
Yeah, only for me
She shake it for the money
You see my phone ringing when I’m asleep
She shake it like a freak, oh (oh, girl)
Only for me, me, me, oh
Tonight, only for me, me, me (me yeah)
She said, "I ain’t got no panties on"
Tonight, only for me, me, me

Mascara on my sheets
Tonight, tonight
And she gon’ do whatever for a real one (real one)
She gon’ drop that ass only for me (woo)
She shake it like a freak, oh
Yeah, yeah, dance, dance, dance do it only for me, do it (do it)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Only for me, me, me, oh (just me, me, me, oh, woah, yeah, yeah)
Faces in my pillow case

Chris Brown – Tempo

(Tempo) Can I step tempo on ya?
Let me switch up the tempo, switch it up
Can I step tempo on ya?
(Tempo, oh) Can I switch up the tempo?
Switch up the tempo, switch it up
Let me switch up the tempo, switch it up (oh yeah)
Let me switch up the tempo, switch it up

I wanna switch up the tempo, switch it up (baby)

Let me switch up the tempo, switch it up
On ya Can I step the tempo?
We should pull up to the kick-back, smoke one with me one time (one time)
Switch it up, hold up
Switch up the tempo, push it up, hold up

Switch it up, switch it up, switch it up
Switch up the tempo, push it up, hold up
Let me switch up the tempo, switch it up (ooh, ooh)
Girl, don’t be shy, just admit it, as soon as you do, you can come through and get it for real (yeah)
Girl, you just like me, I know that you nasty, I know that you with it (yeah)
I know that life moves too quick for ya, sometimes (sometimes)
Baby, don’t be scared to show that to me
Let me switch up the tempo, switch it up
[Verse 2]
We ain’t in a rush, girl, it’s just us, girl
We ain’t in a rush, girl, it’s just us, girl (no)
Can I switch up the tempo?

I know that you wanna change your place, girl, I got that for you (oh)

[Chorus]
Baby, I’ma switch this shit up
Switch up the tempo, push it up, hold up (yeah, yeah)
[Bridge]
Let me switch up the tempo, switch it up (baby)
‘Cause I’m tryna throw it down, eat it up, go down, eat it up

We ain’t in a rush, girl, it’s just us, girl (wanna feel you up, gon’ feel)

Let me switch up the tempo, switch it up
Can I step the tempo? On ya
Switch it up, switch it up, switch it up
[Intro]
I wanna switch up the tempo, switch it up (oh, woah)
I wanna switch up the tempo, switch it up
Switch up the tempo, switch it up
‘Cause I’m tryna throw it down, eat it up, go down, eat it up (throw it down, ooh)
Don’t play around, just throw that back, give it all to me
Take it down, down, down, down, then I’ma beat it up, get it, go
[Verse 1]
Take it down, down, down, down, then I’ma beat it up (up)
‘Cause I’m tryna throw it down, eat it up, go down, eat it up (down, up, go down, eat it up)
Take it down, down, down, down, then I’ma beat it up
[Chorus]
[Outro]

Switch up the tempo, switch it up (oh)
Can I switch up the tempo?

We ain’t in a rush, girl, it’s just us, girl (push, girl, it’s just us, girl)
Take it down, down, down, down, then I’ma beat it up (up)

Switch up the tempo, switch it up (tempo)
‘Cause I’m tryna throw it down, eat it up, go down, eat it up (throw it down, eat it up, eat it up)
Can I switch up the tempo?
I wanna switch up the tempo, switch it up
Feel it, feel it
[Chorus]
Let me switch up the tempo, switch it up (let me, girl)
[Pre-Chorus]
(Ooh yeah) Let me know wassup, girl, wassup, girl?

Let me switch up the tempo, switch it up (yeah)
Only your love, just give it to me, throw that to me
[Chorus]

[Pre-Chorus]
Fuck that older shit, yeah
Let me switch up the tempo, switch it up (oh yeah)
I know you need a good D, girl, I’ma drop that on you (oh, oh woah)
Tell me ’bout all the freaky secrets, all them troubles that you got on your mind (got on your mind)
(Girl, yeah) Let me know wassup, girl, wassup, girl?
Switch up the tempo, push it up, hold up
Let me know wassup, girl, wassup, girl? (Wassup, baby)
Let me switch up the tempo, switch it up
[Pre-Chorus]
Let me know wassup, girl, wassup, girl?
[Pre-Chorus]
Just bring them to life (bend it up), put that shit on a film and watch it back on rewind (hold up)
Let your hair down and just show that to me

EarthGang – Robots

See, I’m tryna find a way, shit, in my defense
Nigga just wanna be seen
Rain down on me
This used to feel like a dream

You too busy twerkin’ in the motherland
Everything ain’t what it seems
My compassion never worked until today
Rain down on me
Lately, I just don’t feel anything
Still don’t know what’s wrong with me
I was such a fresh pre-teen
Nigga just wanna be seen
So why do I feel so lonely?
So many did your boy dirty, but I ain’t trippin’ or hurtin’
I seldom scribble shit, forgettin’ shit
Nobody fuckin with listening (whoa)
I don’t know
Nobody fuckin with listening (whoa)
No more bad karma
Could you tell me, Could you tell me
Life’s a whole lot more, I admit it
Shoo-be-doo-doo up on me
Ok, where do I begin, connect the circuits
That surface shit is worthless, no stranger to murder after church service
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Now I’m thrown out by your energy
Maybe I’m just a machine
This used to feel like a dream
I got all these bitches on me
Lately, I just don’t feel anything
Thanks to this vision and purpose
Rain down on me
I got all these bitches on me
All that I was taught and known for I was grown was hate
[Verse 1: Doctur Dot]
Shoo-be-doo-doo up on me
Shoo-be-doo-doo up on me
Shoo-be-doo-doo up on me
Bet her knee hurts on the real though
Only feel those 808s, come blow on my cartridge
Nobody fuckin with listening (whoa)
Still I can’t let that shit get to me

[Chorus: Doctur Dot]
Now I’m thrown out by your energy
Still I can’t let that shit get to me, no
Rain down on me
I light the blunt at four-twenty and save the world by four-thirty
Everything ain’t what it seems
Hope it ain’t so
So why do I feel so lonely?
Maybe I’m just a machine
Maybe I’m just a machine
Everything ain’t what it seems
Lately, I just don’t feel anything
Missin sex and fucking teachers in our T-shirts on our hardwood
Maybe I’m just a machine
Biting nipples, pushing buttons
Lately, I just don’t feel anything
Now I’m thrown out by your energy
Young West African girl
Got the energy in me, so I was wondering
Still don’t know what’s wrong with me
Nigga just wanna be seen
She had me thinking perverted, there’s no worries
I got all these bitches on me
This used to feel like a dream
Lately, I just don’t feel anything
From the best-kept secret to something fuckin’ historic
Out in Southern California bumping Tony Toni Tone [?]
But still
And I ain’t perfect, never claimed to be
Maybe I’m just a machine
This used to feel like a dream
What the fuck is wrong with me?
[Chorus: Doctur Dot]
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Keepin’ ancient secrets locked beneath us lost in P.E
"Boys don’t show emotion"

Got you jumping to conclusion, you don’t never ask, you just be assuming, down bad
All we got is games to play
Shoo-be-doo-doo up on me
Maybe I’m just a machine
Bet I can
Still don’t know what’s wrong with me
Like fuck it, just keep swimmin’ like Dory, transformin’
Can’t forget the day I got it tatted on me with Selena, homie
I was really going through it, farely music, nothing else mattered to me
Shoo-be-doo-doo up on me
So why do I feel so lonely?
Life be throwing me curves
Still I can’t let that shit get to me
This used to feel like a dream
This used to feel like a dream
And as a baby cub, a little flashy fiend
Me an expert on the physical exertion
Now I’m thrown out by your energy
Lately, I just don’t feel anything
Rain down on me

Now I’m thrown out by your energy

Rain down on me
[Verse 2: Johnny Venus]
Now I’m thrown out by your energy
She said "Where’s your empathy"
Guess they got the best of me

[Chorus: Doctur Dot]

Everything Is Recorded – Show Love (feat. Syd & Sampha)

Then I hope I made a change
So much ego in the air
Don’t think I didn’t notice
Then I hope I made a change
I’ve been working overtime
You’ve been traveling alonest
You’re from Gaia just like Cronus
No love, toes up
I know I can see some more
[Outro: Sampha & Syd]
Show love, show love
Show love, show love
But if I die before I wake
Show love, show love
People acting like they own us

You’ve grown up to show love
Trading favors for all the lights
Show love, show love
Ooh, you’ve got to show

[Bridge: Sampha]
Swear I feel it everywhere
I know I can see some more
(What a beautiful daydream)

I’ve got plenty on my mind
There’s no love unless you own up
So show love, so show love
So much ego in the air
Turning pennies into dimes
[Chorus: Syd]
I’ve been ’round long enough to know
I’ll go where she go
I know what my purpose was
Swear I feel it everywhere
[Verse 1: Sampha]
You’ve got to show
Show love, show love
[Verse 2: Syd]
No love, your toes up
Think I’ve seen it all before
So show love, so show love, yeah
Put your hands in the soil and you can grow love

You’ve grown up to show love
There’s no love unless you own up
If you’re growing up with no love
[Chorus: Syd]
I know what my purpose was
But if I die before I wake
Life is up and down, see-saw
You’ve been acting like the coldest, huh
It feels like no one knows us
I’ve been out here moving mountains

Made a few mistakes, yeah and I paid the price
Tell your neighbors I’m on the rise
Think I’ve seen it all before
I’ve got to veto my ego
Made a name, it was no surprise

Farruko – Me Levanto

Les quedo cabron, no es entregar agüitas y ya
Abuelo me decia que lo que sale del corazón
[Intro]
Yo, Rvssian
Nosotros somos duro y no nos dejamos joder

Aquí no hay tiempo para llanto, no no no no no
De nadie
De darle la mano a tu hermano
Y si me caigo me levanto (Gracias a Dios estamos vivo y eso es lo importante)

Y no la dejes caer
Esto es 100 × 35 y mandamos nosotros

Que grande va a ser el cambio
Carbon Fiber Music
Dios bendiga la isla que me vio nacer
Que venga a burlarse de nosotros
Esto aquí no acaba, queda mucho por hacer

Aquí no hay tiempo para llanto (Si hay que empezar de cero empezamos de cero)
Y grabarme ayudando, el compromiso va más allá
Boricua levántate
Levántate Boricua, no des tu brazo a torcer
Aquí no hay tiempo para llanto, Boricua levántate
Yo soy Boricua, pa’ que tú lo sepa

TrapXFicante
Vamo a arriba, y no la vamos a dejar caer nunca
Y si me caigo me levanto, yeh!

Vamos a darnos la mano uno al otro
Y si me caigo me levanto, yeh!
Farru!
Si me caigo me levanto (Con más fuerza me levanto mañana)

Y se hace con el corazón, siempre tendrá la razón
Aquí no hay tiempo para llanto, no no no no no
Levanta tu bandera
[Coro]
Se trata de ser más humano
Ayuda sin esperar nada a cambio

[Coro]
Saludo a los artistas que hicieron promoción
Y ver a los políticos su campaña haciendo
Vamo arriba puñeta
Después de la tormenta viene la calma
Frank Miami
Somos una raza guerrera
Ta’ cabron que no haya luz ni agua, hace falta comida
Pero pa’ alante, puñeta, que hay salud (Amén)
Aquí no hay tiempo para llanto, no te vayas a rendir
Aquí no hay tiempo para llanto, Boricua levántate
Vamos a unirnos como pueblo, luchar como guerreros
[Verso 1]
Troublemekka
Yo me siento frustrao’ igual que tú
[Outro]
No tenemos que depender de ningún extranjero
Ta’ cabron hacer fila pa’ un galón de gasolina
[Verso 2]
Si me caigo me levanto, me levanto
Carbon Fiber Music

Si me caigo me levanto
EZ El Ezeta
[Coro]
Cabron ver mi gente sufriendo
Carbon Fiber Music
Un reality show, no hacen na’ de corazón
Farru!

Fifth Harmony – He Like That (Remix) (feat. French Montana)

He like that love, love, love
He like that bomb, bomb, bomb
I be that girl with the pumps and a bump
He trip when he on it (On it), one taste and he want it (One taste and he want it)
He trip when he on it, one taste and he want it
He like that bang, bang, bang
Montana
You know who it this
Bright lights, can’t lose ’em, white man, Frank Lucas
Pumps and a bump (You know he wants some, wants some)
You got red rubies, (?) bad, make movies
[Verse 2: French Montana]
Hold up, rang rang, go watch chain gang
Pumps and a bump, pumps and a bump
[Bridge: Lauren & (Ally)]
I’m like that drug, drug, drug
Your flight lands at eight, my game just rewind
You got that good boy attitude and yeah, I kinda like it
He stupid dumb, all he ever want is some
[Verse 1: Dinah]
I’m like that drug, drug, drug
Mmmmmm
Hurricane, strip clubs, and keep your wrist stupid
[Chorus: Lauren & Normani]
He trip when he on it, one taste and he want it
[Chorus: Lauren & Normani]
(Bang) He love that bang

I’m like that drug, drug, drug
I lost my check and time, my flight lands at nine
My story change lanes (skrrt skrrt)
[Pre-Chorus: Normani]

He trip when he on it, one taste and he want it
You got the tats on your arm, got a bad girl excited
[Chorus: Lauren & Normani & Ally]
I’m like that drug, drug, drug

She love them dope boys, I love them big booties
Montana, you know what it is when you hear that haaa
He like that love, love, love, (He like that love)
Pumps and a bump, pumps and a bump
[Intro: Ally & Normani]
He like that bang, bang, bang
He trip when he on it (On it), one taste and he want it (One taste and…)
He like that bom, bom, bom
He like that love, love, love
He like that bang, bang, bang
He like that bang, bang, bang
(Drug) He love that hit and run
French vanilla, keep your balance
He like that love, love, love
Pumps and a bump, pumps and a bump
He like that bang, bang, bang
He like the girls with the pumps and a bump
And you know they call me Montana, baby
I be that girl with the pumps and a bump

You put that bass in the beat, won’t you beat it up inside it?

He like that love, love, love
Turtle neck, hundred chains, dancing crazy, baby
I got that pumps and a bump and you know you wanna try it
(Bomb) He love that bomb, bomb, bomb

He going to stupid dumb
He like that bomb, bomb, bomb
He like the girls with the pumps and a bump (Oh)
He like that bom, bom, bom
He like that bang, bang, bang, (He like that bang)
I’m like that drug, drug, drug, (I’m like that drug)
Bring four girls, I’m up for a challenge (skrrt skrrt)
I’m like that drug, drug, drug
(Love) He love that thang

Pumps and a bump
He lose his brain
He like that love, love, love
He trip when he on it, one taste and he want it

He like that bomb, bomb, bomb
[Pre-Chorus: Normani + Dinah & Lauren]
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Pumps and a bump, pumps and a bump
He like that bomb, bomb, bomb, (He like that bomb)