Demi Lovato – Sorry Not Sorry

And baby, I’m the baddest (I’m the baddest, I’m the baddest)

Better walk, better walk, that walk, baby
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Now you’re out here looking like regret
You fuckin’ with a savage
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
To see me like this, but it gets worse (wait a minute)
Better walk, better walk that walk, baby
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
[Intro]
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
And baby, I’m the baddest
Now payback is a bad bitch
Ain’t too proud to beg, second chance you’ll never get
And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
If you talk, if you talk that talk, baby
[Verse 2]
[Chorus]
‘Cause the grass is greener under me
Can’t have this, can’t have this (ah)
And yeah I know, you thought you had bigger, better things
Yeah, I’m on fire and I know that it burns
And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
[Bridge]
You fuckin’ with a savage
Oh yeah, talk that talk, baby

Yeah, I’m on fire and I know that it burns
[Verse 1]
I’m the baddest, I’m the baddest
Feelin’ like a ten, the best I’ve ever been
And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this
Better walk, better walk that walk, baby
Better walk, better walk that walk, baby

Talk that talk, baby
Feeling inspired ’cause the tables have turned
[Pre-Chorus]

But it gets worse (wait a minute)
Payback is a bad bitch
Bet right now this stings (wait a minute)
Now payback is a bad bitch
[Outro]
Being so bad got me feelin’ so good
Payback is a bad bitch
Showing you up like I knew that I would
Feeling inspired ’cause the tables have turned
[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Tell me how it feel, bet it’s such a bitter pill

But it gets worse (wait a minute)
And baby, I’m the baddest
Can’t have this, can’t have this (ah)
Being so bad got me feelin’ so good

And baby, I’m the baddest
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Showing you up like I knew that I would
Now I’m out here looking like revenge
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)

Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)

If you talk, if you talk that talk, baby
And it’d be nice of me to take it easy on ya, but nah
Being so bad got me feelin’ so good
Yeah, I’m on fire and I know that it burns
Feeling inspired ’cause the tables have turned
Baby, fineness is the way to kill
Showing you up like I knew that I would
And it’d be nice of me to take it easy on ya, but nah
Brightness, Technicolor, I can tell that you can see
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)

French Montana – Whiskey Eyes (feat. Chinx)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
No work, money goes under the mattress only
Can’t be in it when you leave, or they leave you in it
So hit the round table, count it all up
I-I snatch you by your head like an eagle did it
Have your money right when the law costs
Got jerked my first deal, and I told ’em "Suck a dick"
From the pens, got my homie on the phone call
Come and get a close up
Or get the brown bag, count it all up
[Chorus: Fe]
The best thing I did was let that pain hurt my feelings
[Verse 3: Chinx]
Ayy, hit the game, put the wave in it
In the jungle, while you holdin’ hands in Palm Beach
Ridin’ on these suckas that opposed it
From the hoodies to the Tom Ford
[Intro: Chinx]
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
I’m on the post like the power forward

Brick, brick by brick, ’til it’s empire
[Verse 1: French Montana]
I seen my favorite rappers turn to cornballs
Turn the music into millions, haaan
L-l-lick by lick, gone a sleepwire
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
Hands clean, got some youngins that’ll back it for me
You’ll tell me things, I know they’re all lies
Yo, Montana
The block where I’m from, you need your own gun
Ev-Everything that’s gold ain’t what it glitter
You’ll tell me things, I know they’re all lies
My nigga Chinx son became my own son
Gladiator theme music with Casino suits

Seeing dreams in a bottle

(Turn the pain into music)
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes

Godfather trilogy, Al Pacino shootin’
Go, go on tap your veins, put the needle in it
Middle of the streets like The Beatles did it
Off the Mary Jane, pills, syrup, thick smoke, coughing

Shootout with the police like Sigel did it
(Rock party)
I copped the Bent’ over sticker
European boots, European suits
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do
with a model Trips out to Cabo, D.C.
"I’m a mothafuckin’ coke boy"

Really skatin’ budget, conflict diamonds only
Millionaire bitches, hit the mall up
The younger son of Pablo
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
Them Bronx streets, Teflon fleek
Took my ground from the pavement and aimed it at the stars
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
We was climbin’ fences, we was playin’ benches
The game ain’t for the weak, go and play the church
African diamonds, my niggas shinin’
1, 2, 3
The karma turn to commas

They said kill ’em with success, toe tag ya up
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do
Devil held me up, figured that I’d convert to God
I’m a mothafuckin’ coke boy
P-p-promise, the pressure turn to diamonds
Made my vow to the game, boy, that’s matrimony
Call the bad bitches, round ’em all up
Hold up, baba
That’s Tammy from Miami, put her face on the white like Sosa
A- about to come and pick your chick up
If the block told you eye to eye
They wanted me to hiccup
I seen killers fold for certain killas
N-n-name a Hollywood bitch I ain’t rag up
Count it first, we can count it all up

Had to learn taxes, help you relax
This that Benny Blanco ‘fore he killed Carlito
Swag drippin’ by the liter, four ounce of purp’
One time for my bitches, naked on the trenches
Once I made my first mil’, I told them "Fuck a brick"
On the count of three I want everyone to say it
On the count of three I want everyone to say it
[Chorus: Fe]
You’ll tell me things, I know they’re all lies
[Chorus: Fe]
This that Larry Davis before he caught that Rico
(International superstar, you know)
If you don’t own your masters, your classes turn to ashes
Big up, f-for the stick up
Ballin’, took the whistle from the ref and made my own calls

Roger Waters – Wait For Her

Wait for her
Wait for her
Wait
Speak softly as a flute would to a fearful violin
And if she comes late
Like a stoic, noble prince

Wait for her
Remember the promises you made

That are nesting in her braids

And do not flush the sparrows

And if she comes soon

With a glass inlaid with gemstones

And as the echo fades from that final fusillade
Wait for her
Don’t let your eyes alight upon the twin doves of her breast
Be calm, and wait for her
Hear the rustle of her silk
Lest they take flight
And if she comes soon
With seven pillows laid out on the stair
A garden in full bloom
Wait
Serve her water before wine
Let her be still as a summer afternoon
Let your fingertips rest as her command
Wait for her
Let her lips part
Breathe out, breathe in

The scent of womens’ incense fills the air
Let her breathe in the air
Do not touch her hand
Take her to the balcony, see the moon soaked in milk
Loaded for the mountains
Wait for her
Among the perfumed roses

And if she comes late

With the patience of a packhorse

That is foreign to her heart
Wait for her
All along the barricades
Wait for her
On a pool around the evening

Lloyd – Heavenly Body (feat. Rick Ross)

Your heavenly body

You bring the summer to the winter
My heart just stopped (my heart)

Love the hood but gotta keep you out these sucker reach
My heart just stopped (my heart)
[Chorus Lloyd]
You turn a saint to a sinner
I’m the man, I’m the man, cellphone jumping
You know, you know, you know ya got that good (na-na)
[Chorus Lloyd]
When you took off your clothes
My heart just stopped (my heart)
Your heavenly body
The kind you only find in the hood
I just wanna I just wanna lay you down
[Verse 1 Lloyd]
Ain’t nothing on you baby
I just wanna I just wanna lay you down
Lets get it
When you took off your clothes
Since back in the day before Lloyd grew out his braids
Chicks show me love but you’re the only one I crave
Can’t wait to get you to the crib

Fighting fire cases Mayweather in the building
Ceremony celebrating our last several years
Your heavenly body
And when we start off, won’t stop (baby, I won’t stop)

And I’m thumbing through a hunnid grand (Hustling)
Your heavenly body
And when we start off, won’t stop
You’re a 10 with your clothes on (yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2 Lloyd]
Hugs and kisses, Moschino that Goyard on my Mrs
And I’m thumbing through a hunnid grand (Hustling)
Your heavenly body
Club money, C-notes that’s coming for attention
I can tell you left your last one, cause he was a sucker
My heart drops to the ground (ground, ground)
Your heavenly body

It’s like I live in you, girl you’re so soft
And when we start off, won’t stop
Your heavenly body
Like one of them Caddies with the leather and the wood (wood)
So I can break it off
I’m just here to please you, I don’t wanna hurt ya (girl)

Put your hands up if you down
I’m the man, I’m the man, cellphone jumping
You need a real man, you don’t need no buster

I almost died last night (almost died last night)
[Intro]
Your heavenly body (body baby)
When you took off your clothes
[Verse 3 Rick Ross]
[Outro]
You have the chart with your clothes off (yeah, yeah)
It’s like I live in you, girl you’re so soft (so soft)

Took you out the ghetto
Put your hands up if you down
It’s like I live in you, girl you’re so soft
Every time you come around (yeah, yeah)
[Chorus Lloyd]
I almost died last night (almost died last night)
Fine as the DOA, not even the king of diamonds
You the one I hit, one I hit when I need the good shit (good shit)
Got you sleeping on the beach
Pledge allegiance to the hustle, she know I’m so sincere
We the richest in the city
I almost died last night

Echosmith – Goodbye

When you finally find yourself
When you finally find yourself

You cover up the poison, with poetry
My only grievance is a broken dream
"Goodbye"
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
When you finally find yourself (find yourself)
Tell him I said, tell him I said, ooh-oh-ooh
Tell him I said, tell him I said
"Goodbye"
"Goodbye"
"Goodbye"
Tell him I said, tell him I said
Tell him I said, tell him I said
Tell him I said, tell him I said

"Goodbye"
When you finally find yourself
When you finally find yourself
"Goodbye"
What’s left of me is only broken parts
"Goodbye"
Tell him I said, tell him I said, ooh-oh-ooh

Tell him I said, tell him I said
Tell him I said, tell him I said, ooh-oh-ooh
When you finally find yourself
You traded roses and left me sorry
[Chorus]
Ooh-oh-ooh
Try not to let the burn become a scar

You take the pretty and color it dark

[Verse 1]
"Goodbye"
You’re riding paper airplanes
My only grievance is a broken heart
"Goodbye"
"Goodbye"
Tell him I said, tell him I said
[Chorus]
Tell him I said, tell him I said
[Verse 2]
"Goodbye"
Can’t see the string

Young Nudy – Yeah Yeah

Jugger, I do it
Beat yo bitch raw nigga, yeah
Damn, you try that hoe
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Shooter ( yeah )
Huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah
Yeah, finneser

Bake me a pussy nigga, try to play nigga
I then smoked up another blunt
You through, they through
[Intro]
Been bout it, since a younging
Robber ( yeah )
Yeah, I dont really give a fuck bout that hoe
Shooter ( yeah )

I dont fuck with these niggas
Gansta ( yeah )
( yeah, fuck it )
[Verse 2]

Knockin down walls nigga
Damn, you try that bitch
Beat yo bitch face up
Robber ( yeah )
Yeah, finneser
All in her jaws nigga
Money, yeah, Bitches, Drank, Mollies, Percs
WWE Smackdown, yeah I’m talking raw nigga
Blood ( yeah )
[Hook]

Gansta ( yeah )
Sticks, get to it

Im shooting, he shooting
All in her jaws nigga
[Hook ]
Shooter ( yeah )
Yeah, finneser
Shit, I guess I’ll go fuck on your honey
Ya bitch, want to fuck
[ Hook ]
Killer ( yeah )
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah Huh?
What about you
Beat yo bitch back down
They bout it, we bout it
Sticks, get to it
Catch a body, you ain’t bout it
And Ima smoke you nigga
Bitches, Drank Mollies, Percs, Lean, pour me up
Killer ( yeah )
Sticks, get to it
Bitches, Drank Mollies, Percs, Lean, pour me up
Two cat sounds
Yeah you over wit
Jugger, I do it
yeah Yeah, yeah, oh yeah?

Ya bitch, want to fuck

Blood ( yeah )
Look what the percs make Young Nudy do
Yeah we heavy bake up
Look what kind of picture they try to paint on me
Look what the drank make your bitch do
Look what the weed make your bitch do
[Verse 1]
Everybody know I want the money
yeah Yeah, yeah, oh yeah?
Yeah [?], Damn, Well
yeah Yeah, yeah, oh yeah?
Ima gone roll you up like a swisher
Look what the molly make your bitch do
Got your bitch in the room screaming, Yeah!
Money, yeah
Ya bitch, want to fuck
Huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah
Ima give yo hoe the mac down
Yeah I ride around, cake up
You Can’t Trust Nobody
Blood ( yeah )
If a nigga ain’t talking bout no money
Fuck 12
Gansta ( yeah )
Lean, Pour me up
Robber ( yeah )
Drank, I know
Jugger, I do it
Riding round with the cakers
Fruit loops, in a fucking coupe
Killer ( yeah )
Give her none but the slow strokes
What you tell em slime
Money, yeah
Riding round with the whole zoo

Tyler The Creator – I Ain’t Got Time!

Tick, Tock
Better throw a watch at the boy
I’ma read commas, you gon’ leave comments
Tick, Tock
Boy I ain’t got time for these bitches
Green bread, got me chilling like a clean sofa
Hard pill to swallow like some thick soda
So I went and did a 12-page spread in Vogue
(Hey)
Everything I say is hot, bitch I speak toaster
[Chorus]

Walk weird ’cause my pockets look like thick Yoda
One me, two feet, three mmms
A young, focused black boy, oh silly me
Better throw a watch at the boy
Boy, I need a Kleenex
Anakin skin Sprite, and my tint cola
Had my boys in this bitch, lookin’ like a seminar
Till I bust like that 9 in ya heat holster
Yeah right now
I ain’t got time for these niggas
We’re going to dance
Have these hoes in this bitch lookin’ for a waterhose
(Tick tock)
And I break orthodox like I eat kosher
And have some fun
Tick tock
Four, five, six years ago sucked
Next line will have ’em like "Woah"
And my big dick and my short hair
‘Cause niggas dying every day and I ain’t light brown
Better throw a clock at these hoes
[Verse 1]
With a Skywalker, riding ’round solar
I ain’t fuck with you bitch ass in the first place
Them little shots that you threw, they ain’t hurt me
All you little niggas clones
‘Cause you already know how slow my shit grow
First, happy birthday
I’ma keep sporting
Boy I ain’t got time
Boy I fill that void

You bitch ass nigga, yup I’m thirsty
(I ain’t got time!)
Boy, I can’t believe it How I got this far?
Boy I ain’t got time
But you’re a house nigga, so you don’t know
Tick tock

All smiles over here
Seven figure conversations with Converse finalized
Better throw a clock at these hoes
Who the fuck you talking to, muhfucka?
[Verse 2]
[Chorus]
(Nigga I ain’t got time!)
[Intro: Shane Powers]
‘Cause I’m either in my Cons or my Golf shit
Saying what I shoulda did, but you ain’t did nada
Tick, Tock
You ain’t important
And i-D ain’t wanna give a nigga no post
When they see that boy with them big ears and that gap tooth
[Bridge]
I’m getting neck from a broad like some big shoulders
And that’s a fact boy
‘Cause all these muhfuckas got they style from me
[Verse 3]
Tick tock
Shout out to (shhh) they gave a big loaf of
That’s my muthafuckin’ set, boy
Who the fuck you talking to, muhfucka?
[Verse 4]
And if I ask them, they would bow at me
That I got this car, so I take the scenic
Pants got a lil flood, nigga pipe down
How that shit go, with my big lips and my big nose
Right now we got some new music only here on Golf Radio
Shout out to The Garden
What’s that thick odor?
Nat Turner would be so proud of me
And exercise
Who the fuck you talkin’ to muhfucka?
I’ve been kissing white boys since 2004
Turn around and remap route
Hello" "Fuck…
Better talk shit
I ain’t got time for these niggas
‘Cause Vans fucked up
Passenger a white boy, look like River Phoenix
Had my boys in this bitch, lookin’ like a seminar
(Boy I ain’t got time!)
And I just handle all my business like a chess board
(God I love this sample)
Have these hoes in this bitch lookin’ for a waterhose

You better kill that noise
Watch ya neck boys, is that them Golf boys?
Tick tock

Boy I ain’t got time for these bitches
(Tick tock, tick, tock)
I’m Lil Boosie way I wipe down
Been the man with a pickle plan, niggas know the deal
[Outro]

Who the fuck you talkin’ to muhfucka?

When I sell the carnival, I bet I get a 100 mil’

Listen man, I’m that boy
Young Millie T
I bet they all looking from the crowd at me

Stan Sono – Emergency

Said it’s been a long time since I wanted my

I’m finna get it on my own yeah, yeah
(Just wanna be next to you)
I know I feel it, all alone lately

Tell me if I’m fine, do you hear me?
Somethin like you love me
I’m already there yeah, yeah x4
Somethin about your body
(Stay focused all the time) Yay yay
It’s somethin bout yo body yeah, yeah, yeah
You let me know about you

Yay, yay

Said it’s been a long time since I wanted my
Keep you warm, x2
Emergency, emergency landing x2
Somethin like you love me
Always on my mind

Ain’t no way out cause I belong, you know, you know
Tell me where you goin
Save me yo fake smiles I don’t need em
All over yo body yeah, yeah, yeah (just want my body next to yours)

Go over yo body yeah, yeah, yeah
Focused all the time, always on my mind, shit is on my mind
I’m already there yeah, yeah x4
Emergency, emergency landing x2
Finna get get get get get get get it on my own, on my own
It’s somethin else about you baby
I just keep it goin
Don’t wanna end up in the wrong, no
Somethin like you love me
Finna get get get get get get get it on my own, on my own
Hook][

Baby
Everything’s, everything’s alright,when it needs to be x 2
Finna get get get get it on my on
(Just need to be next to you)

Slim 400 – Digiscale (feat. Trae Tha Truth)

Nigga I’m a rep where I’m from, ain’t not bitching out
Summertime in Cali got it made so you strap it up
Just me & my niggas
Just me & my niggas
Slim fo’ got hella clout, so what’s this you talkin’ bout?
On these streets it don’t pause everyone’s out to play
Times get hard, got the world in my hands
Just me & my niggas
My real vatos with the biz, I’m at they family’s house
Sippin’ on coronas on they couch when I’m thuggin’ out
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Shit
These hoes go, this money go like bullets out this .44
Make ’em lean like a cholo when this gun is out
Them green lights, that mean everything a go
That’s why I don’t shake hands I dap it up
Back to the brans
Just me & my niggas
Just me & my niggas
And you know I ain’t lying when I put it on beats
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
Just left the block I’m tryna make it to the 1-10
Them yellow lights I zoom past them
European wheels headed back to the brans
Bruisin’ down the street in my six o
Back to the brans
Whirl in the back and he rolling up a grape
These niggas be stealing my appeal, I be mad as fuck
[Hook]
Ever try and wonder I will demonstrate it
Nothing changed still bruise at the same block
Hitter on the front got the pistol on scrape
Just me & my niggas
And me being broke that is something I won’t allow, aye
[Verse 1: Slim 400]

Sippin’ on a michelada while my henny gets cold
Bruisin’ in my rag top on D’s

But fuck it, I’m bout to put the benz on D’s

Back to the brans
Just me & my niggas
This swag I got is contagious
Smoking getting high, like a goddamn Jamaican
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’

That’s that L.A. shit, you know I’m talking about
I ran to the block when they was trying to save me
Had to flash on a nigga then he skirted out
I’m bruisin’ down the brans in a benz
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
My plan worked, I’m a million dollar baby
Never wanna be a victim of a "Oh that’s him"
3 girls side to side I could even pancake it
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Windows down system low, I ain’t tryna bump it
Leave holes in your face looking like Jason
Yes I paid for my rims, no they ain’t hot
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
(ay ay bitch where you goin’, hop in the car)
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
You should know when I roll, G I’m up to something
[Verse 2: YG]
Cause if I stop they got time to assume that’s him
Driving in the ghetto, the streets I was raised in

Just me & my niggas
I was young bruisin’ street looking over both shoulders
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’

[Verse 3: Sad Boy Loko]
Sippin’ on my henny I can’t even chase it
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
[Hook]
Just me & my niggas
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
No rewind if you die, so I’m going fast forward
Red lights I don’t fuck with them
It really mean nothing when I’m all they talk about
Bout to hit the Shaw so we can knock us a B
[Hook]

Just me & my niggas
I really get dough and that’s something you’re not about
Bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
Just me & my niggas
Turn right cause a left might make you wait

Musiq Soulchild – Simple Things

Around to share it with
Good life, you got it down

Tell me what good is having everything
That is enough for me
Simple things
Clothes for wherever you go
I don’t need no fortune, you can keep the fame
But who’s got your heart
Just give me a real good woman
Treat you like a star
If its not what you really want
[Verse 3]
If its not what you really want
Just give me a real good woman
Winning ain’t easy to do
Cause its all about the simple things
No doubt, no doubt
Just give me a real good woman
[Hook]
That is enough for me

Hey
Tell me what good is having everything
[Verse 1]
[Verse 2]
And I’m glad things are working out for you
So be careful
If its not what you really want
Tell me what good is having everything
And you’re all alone
You can get used to forgetting to be grateful
Cause its all about the simple things
That is enough for me
But all that doesn’t matter too much if there’s no one
So be careful
You started from the block
So be careful
[Hook]
We all wish that we could have it all
You can get used to forgetting to be grateful
You can get used to forgetting to be grateful
I don’t need no fortune, you can keep the fame

But not everybody

But now you find yourself at home
You can get used to forgetting to be grateful
If its not what you really want
You already lost ’cause
So be careful

I don’t need no fortune, you can keep the fame
To everything you got
Big house
Just give me a real good woman
Cause everybody needs somebody
I don’t need no fortune, you can keep the fame
Feels like they got the time to try to find someone
We like the finer things in life
Folks you don’t even know
Cause its all about the simple things
So if you ain’t got someone to love

That is enough for me
Tell me who are you gonna call
Cause its all about the simple things
[Hook]
Expensive car
Tell me what good is having everything

Mango Foo – Levels

Gold chains, heavy metal
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar

Bigger watch, bigger bezel
Big rocks in the bezel
These bitches lost tryna find us
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Ballin’ like I’m Clyde Drexler
I never been to Coachella
But my trap look like a rave
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
Spread the money like a sinus
I never been to Coachella
I really came from the concrete
Gold chains, heavy metal
She put the dope in her kitty-cat
We know your bag ain’t big enough
I’m blowing up like an inner tube
Bitches dig me like a shovel
But my trap look like a rave
If we run off on you, you can’t get it back
Bitches dig me like a shovel
Havin’ debt but you ain’t paid it

Meek Mill, I done leveled up
Scrape the pot for the extras
I keep the Glock in the front seat
Fuck 12 so I’m serving on front street
We might run up on you with the mini MAC
I got some real diamonds on me
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
How you go big on big?
I got chains on me, no slave
I never been to Coachella
I been gettin’ money, I’m straight
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Still rappin’ but you ain’t made it
I been gettin’ money, I’m straight
These bitches be feelin’ me
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Old rappers need to give it up
All of my niggas is riders

I been getttin’ money, I’m paid
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
But my trap look like a rave
All of my niggas is gon’ eat
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
I never been to Coachella
All of these niggas is lunch meat
And my neck look like a slave
Trap laboratory, no Dexter
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
[Chorus]
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
I would never put a bitch on a pedestal
Get my codeine from the medical
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
No Milwaukee, I got plenty bucks
Bando he trappin’ in the back
I never been to Coachella
[Verse]
[Chorus]
We locked in, can’t divide us
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Do a drive-by in a Tesla
I got the streets behind me
And my neck look like a slave
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
You can’t imagine what I’m finna be
You niggas’ face card outdated
Dealin’ hand in hand, no pitty pat
You can’t imagine what I’m finna do
Young nigga get on my level

Kranium – Can’t Believe (feat. Ty Dolla $Ign & Wizkid)

I bet he can’t believe that
In the late night, me and her locked up
Man seet deh
And I’m deep in your ocean
So we lost in the moment
[Intro: Kranium]
Take him girl away from me, oh God
But I give her all the time and plus she say me well cute
Know the whole place a talk bout
Give me whine so
Give me likkle whine so
[Chorus: Kranium]
Baby girl, come free your mind
Now she seh how me is a one of a kind
Baby girl, I hold you tight
Inna me dark glass, cut off shorts , clarks well clean
Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
Him can’t believe I, can’t believe I
[Chorus: Kranium]
Give me likkle whine so
Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
I wanna squeeze, wanna tease, wanna please, wanna please
[Chorus: Kranium]
Inna me straight jeans pants and me wallabee clarks

Take him girl away from me, oh God
Take him girl away from me, oh God
[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]

Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
When me touch down, bend or bruk down
Slim thicky with her booty and she know a nigga love that shit
Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
The yute from New York, that give her the sparks
Touch the road with the bloodclat team
What that nigga got to do with us?
Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
True, him a give her all of the money in the world
Give a likkle whine and I’ma make you mine
My gyal come give me likkle whine so
I love that shit
She said, her man nah gi her di time
[Verse 1: Kranium]
Show me love, gyal, free your mind
Baby girl, I want it one more time, yup
Never know seh he woulda lose him girl to a regular yute
She got a man, oh well, I’m like so what?
[Chorus: Kranium]
Yup, pretty gyal, I make you mine
Take him girl away from me, oh God
And that’s how she became mine, man seet deh
Take him girl away from me, oh God
Give me whine so

See a gyal deh pon a corner a cry and a scream
Your gyal come give me likkle whine so
Take him girl away from me, oh God
You know seh di boss haffi intervene
Give me whine so, give me whine so
The boy say how me no inna him the class
Man you love to keep, I wanna hold you tight
Him can’t believe I, can’t believe I
Him can’t believe I, can’t believe I

She a boss too, she get her own money
Take him girl away from me, oh God

I know you didn’t come alone, that’s why you really shy

[Verse 4: WizKid]
Take him girl away from me, oh God
Shift her dress to the side ride the shotgun, mmm
She want a rich nigga, not a broke one
Oh God, yeah, mmm
[Verse 3: Kranium]
So of course, you know seh, me go gi her the whine

joji – Rain On Me

Yeah I’m terrified
And I’m terrified
[Intro]
Don’t drench me
Ooh, Ooh
Woo, Just can’t get enough
Don’t rain on me
Why you gotta act so nice
Don’t rain on me
This ain’t televised
Me

[Outro]
Don’t rain on me
[Chorus]

Oooh, Oooh
So please for the love of God

This ain’t televised
Don’t rain on me
love Woo, ?????
This ain’t televised
Movin’ at the speed of light
Aaah, Aaah
Don’t rain on me
(Don’t rain on me, don’t rain on me)

Don’t rain

Don’t rain on me
[Verse 1]

G-Eazy – Special Love (feat. Dakari) (Lyric Video)

Un-followed you on IG but I can’t lie, I still watch that shit (yeah)
Don’t let me, don’t let me go (yeah)
Not tryna be that person I just run over and cheat on
I know you said if I fuck up again then you would be gone
But cake, I swear to God I never got that shit
But don’t believe all of the rumors they be feeding you
[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
I wonder, do we make each other better or do we take away?
You always tell me I’m just tryna have my cake and eat it too
I’m carrying my dreams out to infinity and beyond
You ask me if I need someone to love or just to lean on

‘Cause I need that special love
You know
‘Cause I need that special love

I really need some peace of mind, like, I’m just tryna find some
[Refrain: Dakari]
Try make me jealous, regretting the loss I took (loss I took)
[Refrain: Dakari]
‘Cause I been restless all these nights I ain’t been sleepin’ through
This other shit between us, I’m not even tryna speak on
And I’m just tryna keep you here regardless of the outcome
Don’t let me, don’t let me go (yeah, uh)
And why I always drink too much? And what I’m tryna hide from?
Don’t let me, don’t let me go (yeah, uh)
Broken promises that I’ll be what you need me to
Uh
It’s probably true, then that’s what you’re supposed to do
Don’t let me, don’t let me go (yeah)
Uh
And when this shit gets too real, why every time I run?
Easier to say that shit than actually see it through

I hope you find him, I’m hopeful, don’t be mistook (yeah)
Just hash it on my chest, told Dichi "Put a beat on"
I’m callin’ out, so if you hear me, this from me to you
Describing a person I could probably never be for you
So then I’m contradicting it with all the shit you see me do
The pressure is intense when you tryna be a phenom

And stay on hold like it’s layaway
I know you hate to party, know you want me off that shit
Yeah, now every time we fight you always cry and get your scream on
Everyday our status isn’t healthy, it’s just day to day
[Refrain: Dakari]
‘Cause I need your special love (uh)
Don’t let me, don’t let me go
You got a new guy, you thinkin’ you got me shook (got me shook)

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
And when it’s real, it never fade away
But Hollywood is a hell of a place to look
‘Cause I need your special love
(You Know)
‘Cause I need your special love (uh)

Derek Wise – Jamal

I fucked your bitch so don’t blame her No I don’t sell to no strangers
Hook:
Fucked me then blessed all my mans Now she dose off of the xans
I dip in the bag for a sample
Verse 3:
Yea uh. My nickname they call me Jamal (call me Jamal) x2
Shoot up the club for my paper
Smoking that gas in rotation
No I don’t shop in the mall
That means there’s no time for the plans
Get appealed
Love when a nigga live dangerous Love when a come up ain’t painless
Hook:
Who told you I was the man
She learned it last night in the stall She deep throating all of the glam I know that this bitch is a fan
My nickname they call me Jamal (call me Jamal)
The feds wish a nigga would fall my nickname they call me Jamal
I wash the drugs with the strainer
The feedback is lit like a candle Had to take over the city
That shit on my waist
Me and the friend that she came with They don’t like fuckin wit nameless
I don’t just lay up and chill
Verse 2:
Yea uh. My nickname they call me Jamal (call me Jamal)
Hook:
I met me a plug in Seattle
Most of these niggas like Randall Most of these bitches like scandal I give them my nickname to call My nickname they call me Jamal
Two numbers I’m taken them calls That 8ball is stash in my balls
I switched for the 30th time
My nickname they call me Jamal
Yeah they tried tapping my line
I got her off of the gram
My nickname they call me Jamal (call me Jamal) x2 Yea uh.
Neck look like slaves in in a field
Verse: 1