Halsey – Bad At Love

I’m bad at love
Now he’s gone and he’s calling me a bitch again
We never told no one but we look so cute
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
So I told him the music would be worth the wait
Lookin’ at my history
Because she fell in love with little thin white lines
Always make the same mistakes ’cause
And it tastes like Jack when I’m kissing him

That could finally fix me
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate
Oh, you know, you know, you know (ooh-ooh)
Both got way better things to do
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I know that you’re afraid

Got a girl with California eyes
That we’re meant to be
Lookin’ at my history
Always make the same mistakes, yeah I
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
There’s a guy that lives in a garden state
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me

I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’

Oh, oh
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
But I always think about it when I’m riding through
Always make the same mistakes ’cause
And he told me that we make it ’til we graduate
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Each time the feeling fades
Lookin’ at my history
Get the best of me
That could finally fix me
I’m gonna walk away

And jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
Oh, you know, you know, you know (ooh-ooh)
You know I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Each time the feeling fades
But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I know that you’re afraid

I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Always make the same mistakes, yeah I
That I’m in too deep
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Each time the feeling fades
And I thought that she could really be the one this time
Get the best in me
So I told him that I never really liked his friends
Got a boy back home in Michigan
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
London girl with an attitude
I’m gonna walk away
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
But I never got the chance to make her mine
But you can’t blame me for tryin’

Rittz – Indestructible

But thunk the most, your (?) to glow
[Hook]
In the booth but I took one fall
The suds are so inside your soul
Bad time I called up my homie but he ain’t wanna console me
When it all falls flat but you’re back up on both feet
I was just in a green room
When a person is shackled and trapped but they broke free

A bubble blown you bust or poke
When it all falls flat but you’re back up on both feet
When it all falls flat but you’re back up on both feet
I couldn’t really blame him hard or rearrange the wire and
This is deja vu, back in 2014 when I came home broke

No days off, tremor skin crawling in my (?)
Never had a nine-to-five, places he applied at
[Hook: Rittz]
Through a text, cut herself for something that I’ve done
When a person is shackled and trapped but they broke free
Scars on my skin but surviving in a fire pit
Instead he told me that Top of the Line sucked
When your worth feels under attack but you won’t flee
Or play a couple notes

I see ’em
The ones that you trust come and kick while you’re down
In the end, you’re indestructible
You trusted those that cut your throat
Here’s somebody bring the hotter game that they desiring
Anymore

Gotta do your research on the people that you keep around assuming they believe in teamwork
I was trying to throw shade but it never holds weight
Of course my voice would be hoarse for these huge crowds
Tryin’ hard to turn his life around and his mindset
Said he wasn’t hiring, he coming out retirement
Took a shot, smoke a blunt, maybe numb your nose like who cares
Gotta go through the motion alone ’cause
Double crossed, get stabbed in your back but you won’t bleed
But I gotta know my scope won’t fold, won’t break, ’cause
We can’t lose in strength
But who’s gonna help me when
When a person is shackled and trapped but they broke free
Had to rest or put a halt to all my calls
[Verse 2]
In the end, you’re indestructible
My homie think I’m dodging him outta
Eight grand in the hole
Want to see the street curve when you’re trying to go straight
When your worth feels under attack but you won’t flee
Double crossed, get stabbed in your back but you won’t bleed
Disrupt the flow and that shot
Get comfortable, love the show
When your worth feels under attack but you won’t flee
Tryna fight the tin can, I was in the wrong
They stomp you enough you won’t get off the ground
Wrist game wh-wh-whipping like a (wire is?)
You couldn’t even walk in my shoe, barely scuffed the sole
I was sick, had untreated strep throat doctors didn’t catch
You’re punching holes
Overseas but I always get followed by bad luck
Fell a victim to myself again
He was buzzed like I was put on Tech N9ne’s bus
Damaging my reputation, need a restoration
[Verse 3]
I was dying, why the fuck he calling me a drunk
On stage, faking you’re thinking it’s all good
Hold on how (?) burns
Like I struck your pole
In the end, you’re indestructible

[Verse 1]
Adjust or fold the crutch you hold
Homie fresh up out of jail, a violent environment
Hate to see ’em coming up when I see you reverse
Had a rash spreading up my arms
Had me crying looking at my lady lying in a pool of her own blood
It’s Rittz, bitch

Desperation, he said he gonna kill himself, it’s all my fault
A fever that stick around for months
I need ’em
Pray, they pray on my demise they can smell the scent
Spreading up my legs
[Hook]

They dug the hole that stunt your growth
Think like you’re sinking they won’t let you drown

Had to postpone having kids, owning a home
Double crossed, get stabbed in your back but you won’t bleed
Attained and acquiring, cocaine pirates
[Intro]

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

Like yeah
Tryna question me
Don’t let me get outta character
Won’t argue with a bitch
If they ain’t feeling me yet
So how could you peasants neglect it

On Pateks and we very protected
So he had to dead the connect
We gon’ pull up and embarrass ya
It be feeling hilarious
Said he a goon
Homie told me that he slept on the steps

I’m probably collecting a check

Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: Don Q]
You tryna save her
I put my set on the jet
You better protect your Patek
Presidential on my wrist
But be soon as we go to Vegas
I think she feeling me now
We match up a check
[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
But on my way to the bank
Matter of fact
You better protect your Patek
You better protect
I might need another hundred on my arm
[Verse 5: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Got some new toys for the home invaders
I hope you don’t think I got shit comparing
I swear that these niggas is too outta pocket
Well I got a check on my neck
They pulled me over
I hope you never forget
She just took me out the VIP
Like you got an S on your chest

Y’all know my rep
If you got on a Patek
Bagging up work was a specialty
You better protect your Patek
While I got a friend in the back

But I don’t be checking for threats
I’m hearing rumors and gossip
But I just flew to the tropics
Plus it was rats
My shoes is exotic
I’m focused on seeing my revenue stretch
I’ll really kill for the legacy
You better protect your Patek
Niggas talking about death on the net
He might just go on and snatch it off

I hit it one time and she called me
[Verse 7: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
I don’t even wanna get into that
They saying Q is a topic
Got off my feet and they couldn’t stand it
I came out the gate and I said I’m the best in the X

You see the legends, respect It
You better protect your Patek
Mask on nigga scarier
Yeah I got that dope in the hood, it stink
[Hook: Don Q]
[Verse 4: Don Q]
None of this money get took for granted
And before we was sharing a plate?
You better protect your Patek
I keep an eye on the nosy neighbors
I never accept
[Hook: Don Q]
Just me and Don
Tell them pardon my back
Nigga you thinking ’bout pressing me
This ain’t a diss or a threat
You better protect your Patek
You better protect
You better protect your Patek

Coming out dodging a felony
It’s just me and A
You better protect
Y’all know my rep

Where they hustlers and killers be at
Pouring up, measuring tech

Keep it a hundred when you in the Bronx
Gave me a shot and I took advantage

[Interlude: Rowdy Rebel]
I was on 165th on the west of the X
Might need another hundred on my neck
I was drunk at the light and I should’ve ran
And I’m setting the record

[Bridge: Don Q]
This is finesse at its best
How you my enemy now?
[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]

[Verse 6: Don Q]
We breaking all of the barriers
[Intro: Don Q]
You better protect
You better protect your Patek
And necked me in the whip
I fucked her and left her depressed
Yeah, yeah
And I can’t help but address it
You better protect your Patek
I’m not your average celebrity
But I cannot remember her name
I don’t know what’s on my schedule next
I don’t wanna listen to that
My coupé is robotic
I’m talking nothing but facts
Money no joke
We getting that 50 back
I can’t accept nothing less

Jay-Z – Dream. On

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

Lute – Juggin’

Reach for your goals like how you reach for the stars
That reassures that when I drop, it’s poppin’
Fuck the law, we just tryna live good for the cause
Sacrifice myself to see some people smile
Jug up out the hole in the wall
Birthed from the struggle, same goals, just divided by the street codes
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to
Jug up out the hole in the wall
Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
Still niggas last time I recalled
Can’t post a picture of my daughter without that "when you dropping" comment
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
[Hook]
See, I remember days I felt like I ain’t exist
Old school cutting corners like a nigga cropped it
‘Cause we sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
Cut off some people that I love like who gon’ save me now?
Still niggas last time I recalled
(Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low)
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
Streets cold, hope to heat up the soul
Glock .9 tucked ’cause ain’t no love in these streets
Jug up out the hole in the wall

So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to
‘Cause we juggin’ out the hole in the wall
Bloodshed, hood wonder who them niggas with you

Still niggas last time I recalled

What’s a dollar tomorrow, fuck, if you don’t make it out alive
Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
I’m just that nigga from the four that wanted more for himself
[Verse 2]
‘Cause looking back, nobody was loyal enough to hold you down
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to
I used to bump Royal T on the way to pops crib on the East
Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
Never seen a flower grow from mud, but I’m ten toes to grown
[Hook]
Still niggas last time I recalled
Hope we survive ’cause tomorrow got to do it big
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
(Sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low)
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
I beat the odds like fuck the cards I was dealt
Sometimes I feel like Will Smith when he play ‘7 Pounds’
Tuition like fuck your pride
Who be your people now?
Can’t seem to see eye to eye
Young nigga, I gotta thrive, but that’s my only option
Mama used to tell me never get yourself involved
.45 in the dash, pray I never cock it
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to
My nigga Huggies ain’t cheap and my mama need a bigger crib
I’m scared, let off a Kendrick ad-lib (do-do-doo)
Fuck the law, we just tryna live good for the cause
Jug up out the hole in the wall
To keep it real, my circle small, could never trust too
See, my daddy showed a nigga how jug through the wall
You see, my daddy showed a nigga how jug through the wall
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to
Pinky promise to my daughter like it ain’t no stoppin’
‘Cause we juggin’ out the hole in the wall
Went from big wheels to coupe to villas

I tried to drink it away, but I confronted it scared
My nigga Huggies ain’t cheap and my mama need a bigger crib
‘Cause we sick and tired of being sick and tired on the low
I am the keeper of my brother from other
Specially with the thought of never minding a shit

Still niggas last time I recalled
[Outro]
From cap guns, now we shoot to live
Still niggas last time I recalled
So my daddy showed a nigga how to, how to
West side nigga like double Locs used to be
[Verse 1]
Unified nigga, that’s how it’s supposed to be

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

My granddaddy helped build the Carquinez Bridge
I got it straight out the dirt
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I was gettin’ out the mud
What I do?
Fuck police, no respect for the pigs
My young bitch from The Bay
I put your hood on wet-wet
I got it straight out the dirt
I had to make the shit work
[Chorus 2: JPZ & E-40]
.40 and that Glock, I still walk with that sick

Biatch!
I haven’t been lost a war yet
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
On the stage steady screamin’ "Free Jig"
I had to make the shit work
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I’m cookin’ the work (uhhhhh)
Came up from nothin’
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I pray for my frenemies, pray for my rivals
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I put the hood on flood
I go crazy every time that I hit
I had to make the shit work
Anybody who wanna stop me makin’ millions (whoa)
I’ll pull it, I’ll have your family in their feelin’s
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt
[???] got rich shit happened and I fell off
Niggas sayin’ I should write a tell-all
Anniversary to vets
Whole lotta money, you know who this is
Pay the tithes to my church and my priest (and my priest)
[Chorus: JPZ]
She suck the dick like it’s a contest
If I went to jail I won’t sing (I won’t sing)
I pay ’em double, just send me the bricks
Pay the plug up front, don’t owe him
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
Free all my people in the belly of the beast (of the beast)

I played in the mud (I play in the mud)
I played in the mud (I play in the mud)

In the box, in the cage in the bing (in the bing)
No female tendencies, niggas is bitches
I got it straight out the dirt
I played in the mud (I play in the mud)
[Chorus 2: JPZ & E-40]
I got it straight out the dirt

And thinks she’s Scarface on that white
All us getting’ money
Came up from nothin’
I got it straight out the dirt
The bigger the cap the bigger the peelin’, I’m drillin’
Z06 with the pipes
The longer the barrel, the stronger the bullet, the trigger
[Verse 2: NBA Youngboy]
I’m whippin’ the pot (I’m whippin’ the pot)
[Chorus: JPZ]
I’m whippin’ the pot (I’m whippin’ the pot)
I ain’t no rat bitch, them tricks for them kids
I’m who he wanna be but he can’t be it
Got trademarks and entities, licenses, businesses
I got it straight out the dirt

I got it straight out the dirt (the dust)
I put the hood on thug
I got it straight out the dirt
My youngin’ that youngin’ off Good Fellas
I got it straight out the dirt
Matte white, white on white Rover
If I’m in the mood for an entrée
I got it straight up out the mud like a pig
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I’m cookin’ the work (uhhhhh)
I got it straight out the dirt
Bitch I’m plugged like Sosa
I’m whippin’ the pot (I’m whippin’ the pot)

I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
[Chorus 2: JPZ & E-40]
Slow it down yellow light
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I was bumpin’ Danny Glover in the Chevy
These niggas be dissin’ but no I don’t hear it
I signed my deal up in blood letters
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I spent them racks on some Margielas
I ain’t fall, stay down, runnin’ up got a bill off
I got it straight out the dirt
A pack of Top Ramen some bread and some grits
My Cuban link half a kilo
Shooter like Scottie I ain’t talkin’ Yo Gotti
Napa valet reservations at the French Laundry
From the concrete streets to the golf course (golf course)
Came up from nothin’
I’m cookin’ the work (uhhhhh)
Came up from nothin’
Ain’t who he claim to be and I can see it
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
He don’t got no name, he a cold stepper
Get out yo body we gon’ split your wig
I ain’t got speak on what I did
Gave my grandmama eleven kids
I’ll put a hole in your shirt (whoa)
I got it straight out the dirt
Checkin’ more cash than a clerk (that’s us)
I put your goons on bedrest

I got it straight out the dirt

[Verse 1: E-40]
I got it straight out the dirt
[Chorus: JPZ]
[Chorus: JPZ]
I went from not havin’ shit to havin’ shit
Head stupid hella tight
One foot on the strineets, one hand on the bible
I got it straight out the dirt
Play with me you will get hurt (I’ll bust)
When I’m in L.A. I’m at the Waldorf (Waldorf)
Pussy good hella tight
That white full of low I’m gonna come where it is
Nothin’ but OG’s thuggin’ in my section
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)
Got loud weed, strong odor
I got it straight out the dirt
A gallon of milk and some eggs in the fridge
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
Bitch so heavy I could use it as a weapon
Send my yougin’s for the break in your crib
I put your life on the set-set
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)

I had to make the shit work

Bhad Bhabie – These Heaux

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Man, I ain’t nothing like these hoes (no)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, my pocket so swollen
These hoes, they wake up they nasty
[Chorus]
Hair done, diamonds on, need a pea coat (bitch)
Yeah, my pocket so swollen
Water, water drippin’, come take a peak
Look these hoes be fake flossin’
They mattresses be on the floor (haha)
I’m in the Maybach, I heard you got repoed
You in trailer hoe, bitch you can’t compete
Money green like Ceelo
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I ain’t nothin’ like these hoes (no)
These hoes, these hoes, shame on these hoes (fakin bitch)

They talk all this shit, but don’t say it in person

[Outro]
Yeah, my pocket so swollen
These hoes be full of drama, they always with the extra
These hoes, they wake up, they broke (eww)
Yeah, my pocket so swollen
Man, I ain’t nothing like these hoes (no)
[Verse 1]
Won’t catch me off guard on no boulevard
Don’t compare me to no one (don’t do it)

Got me fed up, you hoes too fake (yeah)
Fake ass jewelry, got a neck rash (eww)
Four in my car, and my driver my guard
Look
Money green like Ceelo (yup)
One minute he your man, he your ride or die (haha)
Man, I ain’t nothing like these hoes (no)
Money green like Ceelo
Yeah, my pocket so swollen

I ain’t nothin’ like these hoes (no)
Mondo Fresh
Tax money that she won’t last (bye)

Money green like Ceelo

These hoes be lackin’, see me in the back
Zero time, that’s what I give ’em
I ain’t nothin’ like these hoes (no)
I’m riding solo don’t need no one but me
Money green like Ceelo (yup)
[Verse 2]
Don’t compare me to no one (don’t do it)
[Chorus]
These hoes, they feed off attention (yup)
Heard the feds listening, gotta speak low
Don’t compare me to no one (don’t do it)
They runnin’ they mouth, they so petty (petty)
Don’t compare me to no one (don’t do it)
No it ain’t Kool-aid Red cup?
[Chorus]
Run up a check, yeah we runnin’ the streets
On the Gram, they be fake flexin’ (why you lyin’)
These hoes, they wake up, they beggin’
Next minute on the Gram with a new bae (wow)

These hoes be fake ballin’
These hoes be dick riding, think they gone come up cause they let you fuck (you a hoe)
Yeah, my pocket so swollen
Money green like Ceelo (yup)
Don’t compare me to no one (don’t do it)
Don’t compare me to no one (don’t do it)

Trippie Red – I Know How To Self Destruct

[Intro]
That your bitch with me right now
[Verse]
Ay, you know I know
I know your bitch
Haha
Ay, said I know, I know (I know)
I know, I know, I know, I know (I know)
Ah
That your bitch with me right now
Back out, yeah
[Outro]
And you know
Lights out, lay down
Yeah, say you know I know
Said I know, I know
14, 14, baby
Know, I know, I know
I know
Yeah, we gon’ put that "I love Trippie Redd"
Ay, I know, I know (I know)
Said I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know (I know)
Ay, sit back and blow these Os
Yeah, I know, I know
That your bitch with me right now, right now
That you know
Sit back, baby, blow my pole

Ay
Woah, said I know, I know
Shawty wanna blow my dope
And I know

Ay, lil bitch
Ay
Starting to lose control
And I know
That you know

You, uh
You, um, what
Stay focused, I’m tryna keep control
(I love Trippie Redd)

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

If you wouldn’t pray for me, pay for me
I don’t chase hoes, they be chasing me
A year before that went and bought a Benz
Everything I thought was the opposite
Been through some shit and I’m still here
Niggas switched sides, hope they burn in hell

[Verse 2]
Funny homies hanging with the opposites
Supposed to drive everyday vrrroooommm
But when we get it you know we lay them down
Dope Boy Troy, word!
[Chorus]
Age of 15 I jumped off the porch
I used to chase money, now it’s racing me
[Troy Ave Talking]
[Verse 1]
Niggas tried to kill me, I be shot and shit
Runnig through this dough like a bakery

We really switching rims like I never had ’em!
How many cribs do this nigga got?
Turn it down, turn it down a little bit
I’m fucking with these birds, fuck fake friends
Difference is, when I try I be dropping shit

If you wouldn’t pray for me, pay for me
Through them coins it was fifty bands soap
Niggas got caught, but they didn’t tell
[Touchdown Brown]
And I love my brothers and I’ll never let them down
Derek held water and I wished him well
My best friend died and I went to jail
Or spray for me, you, it ain’t shit you can say to me word! (4x)
I’ll do anything for my brothers even lay down
(4x) Or spray for me, you, it ain’t shit you can say to me word!

How many whips do this nigga got?

A nigga seen that, he started doing above
You know we killed the pussy and we never spared ’em!
[Chorus]
Stand up nigga even in a wheelchair
Damn! and how manny of me do I really got? Damn!
8 years later jawn bought a porsche

Throw a bass line in there too Troy
Niggas hate on me and do it faithfully

Troy Ave – CiCi (Album Of The Summer Album)

Open wide bitch
[Chorus]
I’m in love with a girl named Cici
Stones with the watch in my earrings wooo!
I’m count’n up say’n ‘are they hate’n, again?’
I’m buy’n CiCi a ring, ring, cha-ching
I’m that nigga if you try’n to assess me
Why? It don’t affect me
I was locked in the bing, clink, clink
(That is my bitch)
That is my bitch
I’m in love with a girl named CiCi
When I hit her with the (deeny?) I do not glove it
Bling, bling, bling
Open wide bitch
She a pretty little thang and she freaky

I’m married to the streets but the money ain’t a thing, mothafuck!
Forty on me too, forty worth of blue
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Cold man, my government name Roland

She a pretty little thang and she freaky
I be shine’n all crazy The simile in that?
When she down or her knees then she please me
When she down or her knees then she please me
I said that to say that my mind all crazy
She the baddest little hoe in the tepee
That is my bitch
Trump say’n make America great again
Troy Ave (same bacon boy to whip weight again?)
When she down or her knees then she please me
A dope dark-skinned dealer like Wesley
Shorty lethal, but I love it
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I’m in love with a girl named CiCi
[Chorus]
My birthday passed now I’m get’n cake again
She the baddest little hoe in the tepee
She a pretty little thang and she freaky
(That is my bitch)
[Chorus]
I’ma buy ma, wear’n Dulce & Gabbana
Open wide bitch
(Open wide bitch)
[Intro]

(No room?) on my bench, she a bad little mama
(Open wide bitch)
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
[Verse 1]
That is my bitch
She the baddest little hoe in the tepee
New Jack City, but I’m on a jet ski
Met a white girl on (Ecstasy) she was roll’n
She go ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
[Verse 2]

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

When you come home there’s no food still you fed
But she belong to the game
Shawty ask ‘Why you such a motherfukin’ playa?’
One shot empty it out she lovin’ the taste
[Verse 1: Troy Ave]
You reach for the booty and she tell you don’t touch her
So nigga what you frontin’ for?
[Verse 3: Young Lito]
You mighta said you love that girl
I be finessin’ for dough
Out yo door to get bread

A crack star turned rap star
But she belong to the game
H-O-S-T at the crib, power
[Verse 2: Troy Ave]
Ey nigga what you frontin’ for?
That chick ain’t yours
That chick ain’t yours
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
You mighta said you love that girl

That chick ain’t yours
Porsche 911 with the wood grain creeper
Ey nigga what you frontin’ for?
Ey nigga what you frontin’ for?
She belong to the game
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
So sad, so sad, so sad
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
So sad, so sad, so sad
[Intro: Troy Ave]
Drop top boy I ain’t tryna save money
You put the pillow on your face and yell ‘Oh brother’

And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
So nigga what you frontin’ for?
Your girl sound asleep cause a real nigga fucked her
Hit it with that good ol’ long hard erection
This the part the DJs gonna kill on the intro
I’m that punk
She belong to the game
Imma text you the answer
So sad, so sad, so sad
[Outro]
She don’t like flowers or movie dates
Give a nigga dome
Readin’ books like a sucker

Too real nigga in the feel nigga
Ab done had her
It’s a damn shame that you tryna save honey
[Hook: Troy Ave]
You mighta fucked that girl
Did it for protection
So sad, so sad, so sad
I just be bustin these hoes

Without an insecure nigga blowin’ up her phone
You mighta fucked that girl
She just wanna roam
She ain’t under arrest, let the girl free
Up get it, up live it
But that don’t stop her from creepin’ every night huh
You mighta fucked that girl
So sad, so sad, so sad
Knowin’ we could have that bitch any way
So nigga what you frontin’ for?
That chick ain’t yours
If you knew the shit we did you’d probly stab her

And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
Shoulda knew that that bitch wasn’t right bruh
That’s the shit to put a smile on her face
Misisionary, doggy style, any day

She belong to the game
Hov done had her
Super fly nigga, punk nigga hold the ropes
That’s just the way that it go
She like my dick in her mouth and gun on my waist
You mighta fucked that girl
You mighta said you love that girl
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
How could you wife her
So nigga what you frontin’ for?
We went to jail and turned Allahu Akbar
I don’t be cuffin’ these hoes
[Hook: Troy Ave]
Busy trickin’ tryna change that whole life huh
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
Don’t worry, crack a smile, you’ll be OK!
So sad, so sad, so sad
[Hook: Troy Ave]
So sad, so sad, so sad
We all hit it player you ain’t the only batter
Yeah you her man but you don’t even matter
I did it with affection
She belong to the game
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
But I love her though!
Where you at, who you with, whole lotta questions
Then turn around and take her back anyway
Baby come through for this body slam, whoah
Ey nigga what you frontin’ for?

I’m gone baby, later

Let her come out and fuck with a real g

Thought you had a wife huh
Jet jacuzzi, we gettin’ dirty in the shower

But she belong to the game
You mighta said you love that girl
Got her in a chicken wing no it’s not wrestlin’

But she belong to the game
[Hook: Troy Ave]

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

Aaow!
hoo! Hoo!
(he came into your apartment)
Annie, are you OK?
So she ran into the bedroom
Are you OK, Annie?
(it was your doom, Annie!)

I don’t know!
(then you ran into the bedroom)
So, Annie, are you OK?
(Annie, are you OK?)
I don’t know!

Annie, are you OK?
Dang gone it, baby!
Annie, are you OK?
Hoo! hoo! hoo!
Are you OK Annie?

Are you OK Annie?
Are you OK Annie?
So, Annie, are you OK,?
(he came into your apartment)
Mouth to mouth resuscitation
He left the bloodstains on the carpet
(that he struck you a crescendo Annie)
Dang gone it, baby!
(you were struck down)
He came into her apartment
(he came into your apartment)
(you were struck down)
(left bloodstains on the carpet)
She was struck down, it was her doom

Dang gone it!
(there’s a sign in the window)
A smooth criminal
(he left the bloodstains on the carpet)
(it was your doom, Annie!)

(Annie, are you OK?)

(that he struck you a crescendo Annie)
(then you ran into the bedroom)
(you were struck down)
So, Annie, are you OK?
(then you ran into the bedroom)
Dang gone it, baby!
OK, I want everybody to clear the area right now!
It was Sunday, what a black day
She ran underneath the table
Are you OK Annie?
(left bloodstains on the carpet)
(you were struck down)
I don’t know!

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

Annie, are you OK?
Are you OK Annie?
(Annie, are you OK?)
(it was your doom)
So, Annie, are you OK?
(he left the bloodstains on the carpet)
Are you OK Annie?
So, Annie, are you OK?

Dang gone it!
(will you tell us, that you’re OK)
Annie, are you OK?

It was the sound of a crescendo
(you’ve been hit by)
(so, Annie, are you OK?)
Annie, are you OK?

Annie, are you OK?
Sounding heartbeats intimidations
So, Annie, are you OK?
Are you OK Annie?
Annie, are you OK?
So, Annie, are you OK?
I don’t know why baby!
(Annie, are you OK?)

Annie, are you OK?
(he came into your apartment)
(that he struck you a crescendo Annie)
(then you ran into the bedroom)
(will you tell us, that you’re OK)

A smooth criminal)
(will you tell us that you’re OK)
You’ve been hit by
(you’ve been struck by
I don’t know!
(there’s a sign in the window)
So they came into the outway
You’ve been hit by
So, Annie, are you OK?
Annie, are you OK?

(will you tell us that you’re OK)
(that he struck you a crescendo Annie)

(there’s a sign in the window)
Are you OK, Annie?

Aaow!

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

Big bread and the big heart in my chest
And ain’t no real niggas mournin
Versace sweatsuit on me it’s velour
My favourite thing is dough, favourite word is "no"
Biting styles, flows all across the board
Don’t stop when you tired, stop when I’m done
Real dealers know work worth more than cash
Legs match the ass she for real thick
Fuckin with some gangsta shit the long way

All about the money like my song say
She like the Grand Marnier that I mix with Henny
A one two, a one two
I’m a pretty rich thug
Don’t ask me bout no bum rappers
[Verse 3]
[Hook] x2
Ride for me baby, ride til you cum
Before I leave baby ask me what you tryna know

Make sure they feel it, ya fuckin heard me

Free money, free my dawgs out the yall know
Getting women like ya boy gofer

300K for Coke, 400 bagged
In a small town buyin bigger clips
Traffic out of state for the bigger flip
Free money, free my dawgs out the yall know
Word
My newest boo like to wear a lot of Fendi
God is great and the paper straight
Free money, free my dawgs out the yall know
Ain’t the first time, I been through it often
I ain’t got no loot, spent it on a few keys
Troy Ave…
Then I drive em crazy so I’m wearin loafers
[Intro]
Let one come see me even when I’m tourin
[Hook] x2
I only listen to my heart and my intuition
I’m only hearin valid shit, I ain’t on no fiction
You’ll hear about it one of these mornings
[Verse 1]
Runnin down on niggas with a fuckin 30
On my birthday lookin like I hit the lotto
Guarantee I’m scorin, young nigga ballin

Troy Ave the wave, all these niggas shores
My pop gone now I’m shootin like Russell West
[Hook] x2
Dope Boy Troy a real gun clapper
Genuine love, loyal like a dog

[Verse 2]
On my birthday looking like I hit the lotto
Blowin on these (ballies?), headin out the door
If you ain’t seen a real nigga let me demonstrate
Ay who celebratin a birthday?
God is great and the paper straight

Not bad for a nigga from the mud
Hoppin out my whip, hoppin on my dick
Why I can’t find friends like me Lord?
Countin millions
God is great and the paper straight
On my birthday looking like I hit the lotto
Immersed in the shine, still issue coffins
I ain’t got a roof on a few Vs
I ain’t sweatin though, I’m finessin boy
If you ain’t seen a real nigga let me demonstrate
Favourite colour white, it represent the blow
If you ain’t seen a real nigga let me demonstrate

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

I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I’m a pretty fly nigga that’ll shoot ya
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
Tissue, what’s really the issue?
[Verse 2]
Getting head in the Benz, it’s super
[Hook]
I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
I’m getting money, you should try it
Harry with the cane, got the powder, get the cost
If you get caught, don’t say me
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters

I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
[Verse 3]
[Verse 1]
I never, ever let a nigga play me
In the streets with the top off
[Hook]
Kicking that shit like Chuck Norris
You the type of low I ain’t feeling
The type that don’t take care of they children
Unofficial niggas always hate on the official
The type that don’t take care of they children
[Hook]
Fake niggas stop acting like you know me
Eating off a digi-scale, fish diet
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I’m out here just to flourish
We ain’t cool, we ain’t friends, we ain’t homies
I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
Been married to the game and we still ain’t divorced
I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
She get bi so I fuck ’em both
I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
I never, ever let a nigga play me
I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
You the type of low I ain’t feeling

It is what it is and I feel no remorse
I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
The type that don’t take care of they children

They are Charmin, they are Scott soft
If you get caught, don’t say me
If you get caught, don’t say me

Medusa, all this Medusa
Giving niggas every chance just to pop off
You the type of low I ain’t feeling
Real ones know to be quiet
I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
I’m head to toe in Versace but don’t fuck with snakes

I never, ever let a nigga play me
Now they kissing in the strip club
Close your motherfucking mouth, you can learn hoe
They frauds, they knock offs
She get high on the fucking low
Yousa Kit Kat, gimme a break
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
Doing Business, doing fitness, so I floss, of course

I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
Saint Laurent, stand firm though
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
[Hook]

I fucks with the hoes and the gangsters
I am that kind that stand over you with pistols
I ain’t that kind when I blow it, ain’t a whistle
I don’t do drugs, let the bitches try it
I’m up with the dough yelling thank you
Catch a bitch eyeing niggas, then manuver
A few dollars make ’em do the most

Tender – Erode (Modern Addiction Album)

We’re moving forward
Tell me how it is

Against me
If you love me right back, I could be anything
If you love me right back, I could be anything
By all of this
Tell me how it is
You can sink alone
Oh like an island, we’re surrounded by a deep blue sea
But you
You’re the waves that push and pull against me
It’s like this and like that

[Outro]
I think I’m starting to crack
Oh like an island, we’re surrounded by a deep blue sea
[Pre-Chorus]

Then you’ll leave and come back
Against me
I will slowly erode ’til there’s nothing left
[Pre-Chorus]

I think I’m starting to crack

I think I’m starting to crack
[Verse 2]
If you want me like that, that’s who I’ll be
By deep
Against me
Against me
The odds are starting to stack
[Verse 3]
The odds are starting to stack
You let me know
You wash me away, bit by bit
Then you’ll leave and come back
We’re one step closer
You’re the waves that push and pull against me
But you pull on my soul
We’re moving slower
I’m apart of everything you do
[Verse 1]
Yeah
It’s like this and like that
No, you won’t let go
Against me

You wash me away, bit by bit

If you love me right back, I could be anything
We’ve been so tortured
It’s like this and like that
If you want me like that, that’s who I’ll be
[Chorus]
If you want me like that, that’s who I’ll be
I will slowly erode ’til there’s nothing left
On the right tracks

Against me
[Chorus]
Then you’ll leave and come back
The odds are starting to stack