Ski Mask the Slump God – My Mind

You was a Sun to me, I take your energy
I can’t control, this mind of mine (you can’t stop me, wooh!)
[Chorus]
I can’t control, this mind of mine, huh
Uh, so tell them niggas three hunna, ’cause my age is three hunna
I can’t control, this mind of mine, I
Ayy, she wanna tell me somethin’ special
Speak with them bees, like I’m spendin’ on Louie tees
I just humina, humina, humina, okay, ayy
Yet I climb, and I get high (it’s a mothafuckin’ celebration)
Got my balls in the right spot, like Kill Bill, dawg
Bottle
Natra
When she be droppin’ that neck
Yet I climb, while I get high
I can’t control, this mind of mine
Niggas so sad, tryna be the shit like poopy pushin’

Six on me, six, ayy, gold on me, hey
Just like I was a lil’ flower seed
Ayy, ayy, I tell ’em one hunnid, ’cause I’m one hunnid
Drop-top like Kennedy, heard what I said to these people
Yet I climb, while I get high
Just like she a fortune cookie, or wet like loogie
Ayy-ayy, these niggas so ass, I bought them a seat cushion
I’m not Nate Dogg, but got a whole soul, huh
Yet I climb, huh, and I get high

They don’t want beef, likin’ Tofu
Roman Gucci toga, cost me ’bout six baby strollers
[Intro]
[Chorus]

Said these niggas cats, like they Chinese food
Yuh, fuck out my mind, bottle, ayy

And her nigga runnin’, when I’m in her tummy
[Verse]

Slaine Vs. Termanology – Life Of A Drug Addict

Wifey with the mouth smart, bitching in the dark kitchen
Damn, what the fuck happened to you?

See what Chico got, then I start sniffing
The same old thing
Your hangover is ferocious
Just another day ‘bout to live my life
Staring in the mirror lost

The same old thing
‘Till I meet Mariah who’s a flyer little whore
Hit the door with my socks, different routes of the pedico spot
Lose a few hours there then buy a little more
[Hook: Catero]
In high school you had a cutie too
You wake up feeling dope sick
Family hates you. Nobody talking to you
The more that she got wired, her attires on the floor
‘Cause you missed your grandma’s funeral
She’d get a little higher and she’d lie a little more
Only thing they wish for you is a coffin for you
Days I lost before I came too
He got a bitch, high as hell who like to speak a lot
The same old thing

But fuck rapping I’m through
Just another day ‘bout to live my life
Yeah
When you was young, daddy used to beat you up
She’s fly as well, so we feed her blow, that’s how we keep a lot
The same old thing
Just another day ‘bout to live my life
[Verse 2: Slaine]

I miss a studio. I even miss my plane too
In the mirror staring back, “What the fuck happened to you?”
The same old thing
[Hook]
Just another day ‘bout to live my life
Bags under your shit like a boat trip
I would not listen Kicked me out the house, start drinking.
The same old thing
Definition of a screw-up
Just another day ‘bout to live my life
[Verse 1: Termanology]
Just another day ‘bout to live my life
Cocaine residue on your cuticle
I know how it feel to wake up with your heart skipping

Couple pills stop the shakes ‘fore you start sipping
From all the liquor and the coke sniff
Crush a couple pills up that you could toss in your juice
Malnutrition since they cut the umbilical cord
So now you got an excuse
[Hook: Catero]

Justin Snow – Body Count

Calling up the plug told em that I’ll be around (uh-huh)
Got it by the pound

Just waiting for her turn to blow away
Just waiting for her turn to blow away
Pistol on her side, like a nigga name was Clyde (uh-huh uh-huh)
Just waiting for her turn to blow away
She be on the grind
They be trying to bone
They trying to throw the shade cause a nigga getting paid (uh-huh uh-huh)

What a shame, that’s your dame
She’s been high off the white
All she wanna do is smoke my dro
Offer her a check but she get it on her own (uh-huh)
Just waiting for her turn to blow away
Just waiting for her turn to blow away
I would never kill for you
All she wanna do is smoke my dro
Wrapping up a band
[Verse 2]
You do this once a month but we do this every night (uh-huh)
See I’m just kicking game
Fall in love, I got to pour the 4
[Chorus]
Make a lot of money man that’s always been the plan (uh-huh uh-huh)
Is shorty buss it open when she’s ready for the slay (uh-huh uh-huh)
She’s been high off the M’s (uh-huh)
This is here is my life

[Verse 1]
Working overtime so I got to free her mind (uh-huh)
Cause she came and fucked the gang (uh-huh uh-huh)
Just waiting for her turn to blow away
Is shorty tried it all but she just want the Mary J (uh-huh uh-huh)

All she wanna do is smoke my dro
All she wanna do is smoke my dro
All I’m trying to say
All she wanna do is smoke my dro
Just waiting for her turn to blow away
All she wanna do is smoke my dro
Mami down to ride
She’s been high off the xans
All she wanna do is smoke my dro
[Intro]
[Chorus]
All she wanna do is smoke my dro
She’s been high off the percs
So please stay in your lane
All I’m trying to say
All she wanna do is smoke my dro
All she wanna do is smoke my dro
I call that bitch my side and you call that bitch your main (uh-huh)
All she wanna do is smoke my dro
All she wanna do
So niggas wanna hate
Just waiting for her turn to blow away

24hrs – What You Like (Remix) (feat. PnB Rock & Madeintyo)

I might go pour up some lean (Lean)
I’m pulling up if you let me (Skrt)
(This is what you like, yeah)
Girl you know that’s how we rocking
When they play you I just lose my damn mind
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
Ooh
And you know that this the remix
(I won’t mind)
Send your first and last name for the flight
On the Instagram, I see all the likes
[Verse 1: 24hrs, Lil Jon, Yo Gotti, & Ty Dolla $ign]
Brown diamonds go Pepsi (Bling blaow, blaow)

Send your first and last name for the flight
I’ma be grippin’ yo’ weave
(For the flight, yeah)
I’ma be dogging you out
You and Salma like relationship goals
(I see all the likes, yeah)
I bout to go buy me a perc (Perc)
[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
Sauce
Don’t confuse me with all the hype
[Bridge: PnB Rock & MadeinTYO]
Ooh
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
[Chorus: 24hrs, PnB Rock, & MadeinTYO]
That’s why I don’t mind if you stay the night (I don’t mind)
(For the flight, yeah)
LA girls love the remix
Send your first and last name for the flight

You know Hit-Boy make the smash hits
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like

I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like

I had to blend in a verse
(I won’t mind)
You just want to fuck me onsight, yeah (Onsight)
Send your first and last name for the flight
(This is what you like, yeah)
I’m on the line with Rocky (Yeah)
Ooh, ooh
[Chorus: 24hrs & PnB Rock]
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
Don’t confuse me with all the hype
In the gym, she just been workin’ on her body
[Intro: 24hrs & MadeinTYO]
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
You just want that Rolly with the ice, yeah (Rolly)
Cause I can’t lie, I kinda needed you in my life (Needed you in my life)
(This is what you like, yeah)
They say that Tokyo cocky (Yeah)
Cheese up like spaghetti (Sauce)
I wouldn’t mind if you stay the night
Rack it up, rack it up, feel just like Yo Gotti (Yo)
On the Instagram, I see all the likes
While listening to Jodeci
(This is what you like, yeah)
On the Instagram, I see all the likes
(Me with all the hype, yeah)
Yeah, send a bitch here and I’m ready (Gone)
Ooh, twenty you my favorite voice on radio
Shawty from New York she work at Bape
In New York, they play the remix (In New York)
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
She got that ass on a bike (Hey)
(This is what you like, yeah)
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
You know that I love what you like
I’m ’bout to put you to sleep
Wake up, beat that thing up from the side (From the side, yeah)
[?]
Girl you know that’s how we rocking (Go)
After that, we can go shopping (Skrt)

(This is what you like, yeah)
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
Girl, I know this is what you like, yeah (yeah)
(Me with all the hype, yeah)
Don’t confuse me with all the hype
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
[Chorus: 24hrs, PnB Rock, & MadeinTyo]
(This is what you like, yeah)
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
Wake up, beat that thing up from the side (From the side, yeah)
Cause I can’t lie, I kinda needed you in my life (Needed you in my life)
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
They need put you in Rap Caviar
[Bridge: PnB Rock]
On the Instagram, I see all the likes
Yo shit on spendin’ alert (Brrt)
I might go roll up some weed (Weed)
(This is what you like)
(I won’t mind)

I wouldn’t mind if you stay the night
I wouldn’t mind if you stay the night
(I see all the likes, yeah)
(This is what you like, yeah)
(For the flight, yeah)
(This is what you like, yeah)
(This is what you like, yeah)
(I see all the likes, yeah)

Young boo while your heady
You just want to ride me like a bike, yeah (Bike, yeah)

(This is what you like)
(This is what you like, yeah)
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
(Me with all the hype, yeah)
(I won’t mind)
I just think about you all the damn time
Ooh, hey
Entertain her like I’m [?]
(This is what you like)
(This is what you like, yeah)
(I see all the likes, yeah)
(Me with all the hype, yeah)
(For the flight, yeah)
(This is what you like, oh yeah)
Don’t confuse me with all the hype
[Verse 3: MadeinTYO]
And you know it’s Hit-Boy
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like

[Chorus: 24hrs, PnB Rock, & MadeinTYO]
After that, we can go shopping
I’m your type, I know that this is what you like
That’s why I don’t mind if you stay the night (I don’t mind)
24hrs
She said, "Twenty heard yo DJ Drama tape" (Gangsta Grizzles)
She said, "Twenty you too damn hot"
Hey
I wouldn’t mind if you stay the night
She wanna go to Andretti (Skrt, skrt)
I take that bit on a hike (Uh)

Big Sean & Metro Boomin’ – Pull Up N Wreck (feat. 21 Savage)

Fuck a diss song, get you stressed, lil nigga (21)
Pull up and wreck (yeah), pull up and
Know some West Side niggas like to do the same thing
Got a shoe string ’round my TEC, lil nigga (Facts)
Doing 106 then Park like I’m in my yard (Sideways)
I put codeine all in my ice tea (Red)
Take a nigga bitch and then I make her wifey (Ye)
[Intro]

Know some West Side niggas love to the same thing
Fox 5 Gang, we don’t do no fighting (Gang)
Take a nigga bitch and then we do the nasty (Yeah)
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
I’m in the car like Tony Starks cause I’m that smart (Skrrt)
Know some West Side niggas like to do the same thing
So understand, I’m the overanalyzing type (Type)
I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang
[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Ok, me and Lil Metro, rockin’ new retros

I´m talking police in text
She broke up with that nigga now he wanna fight me (Ha)
I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang
Pull up with the spark, hit you in the dark (Woah)

Honestly, I’m over her and her lies
Dior on my suit, I’m the troop
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Money come around, I’m never out the loop (Loop)

Cartier over my eyes while I analyze (I put the work in, they can’t take that away)
I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Straight up out the Six and we don’t shoot at legs, dawg (Ay)

How a nigga changed and still stayed a hundred? (Huh)
She wanna hang with me and ‘Ye, she know that’s good company

Pull up and wreck, we take no disrespect (Disrespect)
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gone shoot you
So I’m used to sticking to the mission while they taking shots

[Hook: Big Sean]
Put a couple holes in your neck, lil nigga (God)
Southside
[Verse 1: Big Sean]

Tear your ass apart when you swim with sharks
I ain’t taking disrespect, lil nigga (Straight up)
Know some West Side niggas like to the same thing
Gripping on the titties, ass, and her thighs (Oh yeah)
Pull up and wreck, we take no disrespect
Sometimes I separate myself to connect the dots (I do)
All these diamonds dripping, now she wanna bite me (Facts)
Take off your dress, that’s the new dress code
And motherfuck the camera time, I need family time (Yeah)
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, we take no disrespect
[Hook: Big Sean]
I’d probably never get, but it’s cool to fantasize (It´s cool)
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Know some West Side niggas like to do the same thing
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gone shoot you
Know some West Side niggas like to the same thing
Got a Mulsanne and a Vet, lil nigga (21)
Too blessed to stress, that’s my manifesto (Bless)
Fuck the professor, I’m too professional
I don’t drink tap water, but got tap phones (Brr)
Only way I’m back is going back home (Home)
I heard that you snitch
I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang
Ya’ll wanna ball, I’m Stan Van Gundy
[Outro: Big Sean]
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
You got police on text
I ain’t tryna fuck you, I just want some head, dawg (Ye)

Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
And I grew up playing GoldenEye (Damn)
I ran towards change while ya’ll ran from it (Woh)
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Brand new Carbon one-five and it’s red, dawg (21)
Police protection
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Panoramic views while I’m panning out my life (Look up, look up)
I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang
I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang

Zone 6 niggas love to see the white meat (21)
[Hook: Big Sean]
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
When you this high, you disconnect a lot (Yeah)
Southside
This Glock gon’ knock a nigga down like Tyson (Gang, gang)
Just like I do by old girl and these hands of mine (Woah)
True one, false move and that could paralyze your life (Brr)
I need "go see Uncle John in Atlanta" time (John)
Pull up and wreck, we take no disrespect
I like my skies Carolina blue and white
Kiss the bottom of my boot (Yeah, yeah)

Frank Zappa & The Mothers Of Invention – Love Of My Life

Don’t make me lonely
Love, love of my life
I love you only
Love of my life

Love, love of my life
FZ: Thank you!
(Don’t say it)
Love, love of my life
I love you only
Love of my life, don’t ever go
Stars in the sky, they never lie

Love of my life
Don’t make me, don’t make me
Stars in the sky, they never lie

Don’t ever leave me
Love of my..
I love you only
(Love of my life)
Love of my life, don’t ever go
Love, love of my life
Don’t ever leave me
I love you darling, I love you only
(I love, I love, I love you so)
Tell me you need me, don’t say goodbye

Love of my life, I love you so
Stars in the sky, they never lie
Don’t make me, don’t make me
Tell me you need me, don’t say goodbye
Tell me you need me, don’t say goodbye
Love of my life
Love of my life, Don’t ever go

Don’t make me lonely
Love of my life
Love of my life
Love of my life, I love you so
Love of my life
I love you darling, I love you only
I love you only
Love of my life, I love you so

(Please, don’t leave me)

B.o.B – Tweakin (feat. London Jae & Young Dro)

I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I been geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Smell that bag or marijuana, where the turn us to a stunter
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
But I got the boy you shouldn’t try me money
The truth is a hard pill to swallow Now how does it throttle?
Spazzin’, geekin’
Here let’s get to squeezin’ on you like some squeegee water
I been tweakin’
I run ’em up, dumb, not enough money, ooh yeah
I got a pocket full of dead white men, we friends too
Tweakin’, haha
Got five karats all in the grill, homie
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
Benz blue, Jimmy Choo
Stand up, send a bitch out, hit her without a condom
Landing footage from Apollo look like amateur night down at the Apollo
Your boy ain’t spazzin’ on me, real feel homie

I been tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
What the word on the curb, homie?
[Chorus: London Jae]
I been tweakin’
So tell me how the hell to fuel a rocket ship?
Spazzin’, geekin’
Everythin’ was a blur, homie
I just got some head from shawty
But it’s only seven elements available that can withstand that much heat
Uh, geekin’ often, Steven Hawkins
[Verse 2: B.o.B.]
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’

In the booty club, find me a girl to get tanned to
Claimin’ they woke ’cause it’s trendier now
Dabbin’ (Spell that shit)
Boy stop, girl gone, get my syrup on
‘Bout my coin like meter parkin’
This Cartier lens blue
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
Ha ha, not for sale

Spazzin’, tweakin’
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
Ain’t no air of oxygen, in outer space
Spazzin’, tweakin’
I been tweakin’
Wonder why they haven’t heard an album from me
I don’t even know her yet
This fresh, rockin’ Polo everythin’ to the neck
[Outro: B.o.B.]
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I been geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
[Chorus: London Jae]

I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
Got TVS all in the whip watchin’ hard porn
All my niggas got furs on
I been tweakin’
I be spazzin’ (Spell that shit)
Rifle cocked .40 Glock
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
Car foreign, y’all boring
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I been tweakin’
Geeked up in the club last night
Ain’t a fan of fairy tales
[Intro: London Jae]
Hold up, bae, roll up, bae
Spazzin’, tweakin’
‘Bout to pour a four up, bae
I be geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Overnight activist
I been comin’ your Rollie, huh, do what you tryna, stuntin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I been tweakin’
I been geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
[Chorus: London Jae]
I’m tweak, tweak, tweak tweakin’
[Verse 1: Young Dro]
Didn’t sell my soul, they tried to buy it from me

Look, now all these niggas political now
Spazzin’, tweakin’
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
And they say in space, it’s four thousand degrees
Off the wall like Peter Parker

Spazzin’, tweakin’
Real strong, real grown
Even the President’s runnin’ the world from a Twitter account
I been tweakin’
I be geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
Keep the garter bitch, Bandz
S – P – A – Z – Z – I – N
Yeah, hold up
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
Huh, I ain’t got the illuminati money
Spazzin’, geekin’
I be geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’

I been tweakin’
D – A – A – B – B – I – N

N.E.R.D & Rihanna – Lemon

Hate! There’s a light and dark army, which side you choose? Oh
Yeah, longer than LeBron
[Verse 1: Pharrell Williams]
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face

[Bridge: Pharrell Williams]
Tell the paparazzi get the lens right
A nigga ’bouta business
P-p-p-people, people
[Refrain: Pharrell Williams]
Got the hazards on, only doin’ five
Not ’cause she ain’t livin’
It’s Rihanna, nigga
Oh (hate!) and if it’s heated I’ma feed my face
My constellation in space
Wait, wait a minute
Just waitin’ for my thumb like The Fonz
Hate! Side of my car, tryna see my face
Mothafucka, we ain’t finished
A nigga ’bouta business
Wait, wait a minute

Hunt me down like the C.I.A Hate!
Hate supplements are found right in their couches
Hate! About the borders and, "Did I run?"
Wait, wait a minute

Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
But everyday, hey, wasn’t lemonade
Hate! Don’t drink the Kool-Aid, my friends
If not now then when? Hate!
And this here ain’t a scrimmage
You can catch me…
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
I tried to tell y’all about this dude Hate!
Count the mothafuckin’ digits
And best believe, it’s gon’ be outrageous Hate!
I get it how I live it
Got the hazards on, only doin’ five
[Outro: Pharrell Williams]
Wait, wait a minute
Warp speed, Doctor Spock couldn’t chase, nigga
Like yours, but you rent it

I told you we won’t stop
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Keep askin’ how I feel ’bout guns Hate!
Nigga the Veyron glide
Nigga the Veyron glide
Want me to beat it like the T.I. Hate! case
Wait, wait a minute
Hate! Niggas hit you with the Eli face, oh
It’s just your eyes get acidic
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
Wave hello to the top
Hatin’ niggas can’t believe my race Hate!
Not ’cause she ain’t livin’
I pull up with a lemon
[Verse 2: Pharrell Williams]
Would I be okay?

And the truck behind me got arms
Scrunchin’ their eyes with your name in their mouth and

Mothafucka, we ain’t finished
Got the window down, top, blowin’ la
Wait, wait a minute
You can catch me
And this here ain’t a scrimmage
So I prayed and I played
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Wave hello to the top
[Refrain: Pharrell Williams]
I live it how I get
Hate! You keep askin’ me where I’m from
Count the mothafuckin’ digits
It’s just your eyes get acidic
Hate! And if not me then who?
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face

Wait, wait a minute

Wait, wait a minute
Mad ethnic right now
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’

I get it how I live it
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’

[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
I live it how I get
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
[Interlude]
But first, it’ll piss you off

[Refrain: Pharrell Williams]
Nigga, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face

Woo! This beat tastes like lunch
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
Like yours, but you rent it
Bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Tell the paparazzi get the lens right
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
I was afraid, once a nigga graduate
I pull up with a lemon
[Chorus: Rihanna]
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
The truth will set you free
Shout out to them people, people
Bad bitches wanna be my bae Hate!
But it’s runnin’ from veneers and it’s runnin’ from the fronts
Wait, wait a minute
I told you we won’t stop
[Verse 3: Rihanna]
You can catch me, Rih, in the new La Ferrar’
Got the window down, top, blowin’ la

Machine Gun Kelly – Golden God

Bought the yayo from Miguel, though
We still roll together every day
Why would you ever come from nothing
Gunna
This beat so flame, though, I forgot to say my name, though
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
Custom made for the new house
Baby you’re asking why I’m such a legend
Ay, red lights on in the boulevard
Bought a pound from a rasta
I had to skate Wayne Gretzky
I took so much acid, I be forgetting
I’m with bitches burning rubber
Yah I’m a desperado, whiskey bottles, .38 bang, bang, bang
Ramen noodles with the bacon
I might throw up in this bitch, throw up in this bitch
King of underground, King of Cleveland town
Dub was working at the steel shop
David Bowie of my generation
That means business
Made man like Joe Pesci
Need double mercy Marty
Bitch, I thought it was a drought
20/20 vision, see the future
And not do whatever the fuck you wanted
I was working at Chipotle, I was finna have a baby
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
Can’t believe I never had shit
Looks like the crown do fit
I’m on the roof of the party
Four thousand dollar bong rip
2012 was a good year, 2017 too lit
Do you know how I’m regarded?
Bitch, I’m G-U-double N-A, Gunna
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
King of marijuana gardens
Should’ve never got it started
They need my merchandise on Melrose
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
Never like my mother, fighter, not a lover
I need DeNiro or I’ll rob her
I am king of this new shit, seven rings and a pool stick
Motherfucker, I’m retarded
Went from stealing out of Walmart to president of operations
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
Models be on the same thang, thang
I ain’t like my daddy, he religious
We the golden squad, we the golden squad
Corny bitches make me sick
Still all the way dangerous
I’m on the roof of the party
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
Bitch, I thought you had the clout
Slim was working off of 1st block
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
Double X, we the hardest
Called an Uber helicopter
Ay, throw up in this bitch, I might
I can’t stop myself from coughing
I’m on the roof of the party
The type to put the red beam on you, I ain’t talk about a laser
EST, that’s the gang, gang, gang
Came from public education
8 ball, let sway roll, rockstars don’t say no
Still dirty Chuck Taylors, still hanging with gangstas
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
Except we might be on a private plane
Kill them all, we violent with no hesitation
Award shows need an Oscar
Man, I’m wildin’ every summer

Mistah F.A.B. – Can’t Kill Hyphy

This that ’06 slap, you beezy
Now tell ’em don’t stop, keep goin’, keep goin’

Bay on my back like Bubbles on Mike Jack
Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy
[Chorus]
Can’t kill hyphy like Keak Da Sneak
Hey, I don’t think they know, they some nerds
Hands on the clock gettin’ turned back
Still (Keep it super duper, can’t kill hyphy)
Still super-duper hyphy, you know it
In the building and I’m feelin’ like yee!
Still cheezy-weezy, broke niggas on that mad shit
Can’t kill hyphy like Keak Da Sneak
Nigga what? The Bay fell off? I heard that
Been gettin’ lit, tell the world we want our word back (litty)
[Verse 2]
Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy
Serve out of town ways, this The Town, don’t forget home
He said "Fabby, burn them niggas down like Left Eye"
Couldn’ta left it in the hands of a better guy
[Verse 3]

Gingerbread House, Carijama, and LG
Hyphy

Still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
Man, what is it? Why you mad at dude?
Turned back up like a nigga never turned down
Still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
Can’t kill hyphy like Keak Da Sneak
I’m so Oakland like Cindy on Soul Beat
Put a pill in your life, change your attitude
Hyphy ain’t dead, them niggas just scared
Just left my nigga Keak, crackin’ jokes by his bedside
Yadadamean, fo’ sho, yadadamean, fo’ sheezy
[Chorus]
’06, this was big, no Bed-Stuy

In the building and I’m feelin’ like yee!
Hyphy
Mistah F.A.B
Yadadamean, fo’ sho, yadadamean, fo’ sheezy
Niggas ain’t hyphy, they really need to stop frontin’
This that ’06 slap, you beezy
Shaboobalaboopy, that’s my word
In the building and I’m feelin’ like yee!
[Verse 1]
[Chorus]
I’m still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy
Hyphy

Year 2006, where the herb at?
Hyphy comin’ back, a couple suckas ain’t gonna like that
I’m ridin’ for you, brodie, like a super Uber
Hyphy like when a hood nigga get turned down (Fuck you, bitch)
"Fabby Davis, oh my god, you’re back, yo, we love you!"
Brodie actin’ like a bitch, too much estrogen
Yadadamean, fo’ sho, yadadamean, fo’ sheezy
Did on my first win what niggas don’t do until their third
This one for the king of the super duper
(Traxamillion)
They really ain’t shooters, ’cause niggas ain’t dropped nothin’
Hyphy
Far as hyphy go, I ain’t gon’ let it die
Keak get well, we gon’ shit like a pooper scooper
Put your hands up like I’m ’bout to pop somethin’
Fetty Wap on the game, lookin’ with my better eye

I’m Han Solo, you know I had to strike back
Off champagne and cookies, I’m blowin’, I’m blowin’
Still (Keep it super duper, can’t kill hyphy)
Bitch said she over me, then why the hell you textin’ then?
Hold it down for the Bay reppin’ Oakland
We on that hyphy shit again, uhhh, fuck you
Tech grind, Chevron gas, unleaded, ah
I’m still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
I’m still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
From a bad bitch, fuck a bitch, I get the bag quick
This that ’06 slap, you beezy
I kept the door open, nigga, where’s the gratitude?
Super Soaker on deck, we got stupid shooters
Boy, I’m on your neck, to the neck, like a necktie
Hyphy
Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy
Boy, I’m just doin’ what I had to do (What you do?)
Rest in peace to The Mac and The Jack, Keak be right back
So I’m back in the building like I forgot somethin’

Niggas switch cliques, ride dick just to get on
Still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
Still (Keep it super duper, can’t kill hyphy)

Gwen Stefani – You Make It Feel Like Christmas (feat. Blake Shelton) (Lyric Video)

I wanna thank you, baby
My heart skipped and I reacted
I wanna thank you, baby
It barely took a breath to realize
Thanks to the string of lights that make it glow (uh)
Sweet gingerbread made with molasses
Stars are shining on us, too
You make it feel like Christmas
Can’t believe that this is happening
I want to thank the storm that brought the snow (uh uh)
Like a present sent from God
Can’t believe that this is happening
And I wanna thank you, baby
But I wanna thank you, baby
You make it feel like Christmas
We’re gonna be a classic for all time
But you came along I swear you saved my life
I wanna thank you, baby
Sleigh bells singing hallelujah
My heart skipped and I reacted
But I found forever in that very first kiss
Sleigh bells singing hallelujah
I wanna thank you, baby
You make it feel like Christmas
You make it feel like Christmas
I never thought I’d find a love like this
Oh oh (oh thank you baby)
Stars are shining on us, too
Thought I was done for, thought that love had died
You make it feel like Christmas
You make it feel like Christmas
Sweet gingerbread made with molasses
Like a present sent from God
I wanna thank you, baby
You make it feel like Christmas

Hopsin – Witch Doctor

Who fuckin’ with me? I’m rude, rugged and lovin’ intrude ruckus
Witch doctor, witch doctor

Listen, I ain’t gon’ pretend to be the best
Witch doctor, witch doctor
And bitch, I made hits, day to day in the basement
This is a brand new side of me that’s emergin’
Don’t care if you poppin’, bitch, you basic as fuck to me
Undercover Prodigy
Nigga, peep game, no shame, I won’t ever change
Ooh, you don’t want the backlash
I don’t give a fuck about ever being politically correct
I tried to get rid of him but he rules my thoughts
Slow down, nigga! Why you actin’ like a badass?
[Verse 1]
Slow down, nigga!
My heart froze, but you don’t wanna know how cold
Look, I ain’t gon’ lie to you motherfuckers, I’m bad business
Nigga, peep game, no shame, I won’t ever change
You gon’ need to see the fuckin’ witch doctor (sangoma)
Undercover Prodigy, visualize the movement, nigga
I’ve been labeled a fuckin’ beast, it’s a fatal corrupt disease

Slow down, nigga! Why you actin’ like a badass?
Come on!
It’s like a massive pack of elephants, charge you with cataracts
Fuck around and break you off proper
Ooh, you don’t want the backlash
Nigga, peep game, no shame, I won’t ever change
[Verse 3]
Just danglin’ from a string, I was made to disrupt the peace
Somebody better call the witch doctor (witch doctor)
Slow down, nigga! Why you actin’ like a badass?
And without Hop, I’m sorry nigga, you ain’t shit
Savage!
Screamin’ and cursin’, fuck the world with penis insertions
Look at the fans that all my misery has blessed
Fuck around and break you off proper
I can show you the way if you want to know

Buckle up, nigga! Have a blast, I’m an avalanche

[Hook]
Y’all can sit and pout as you watch how I handle cash gettin’
Don’t be callin’ tryna sit for a bagel and cup of tea, my nigga
Soek jy ‘n sangoma, soek jy ‘n sangoma, a sangoma
I feel like the one, but I ain’t what you should count on
I promise I ain’t delirious, I can prove it (yeah, yeah)
Soek jy ‘n sangoma, soek jy ‘n sangoma, a sangoma
I’ve been to Hell, I sat with the man of the household
There is an evil me that speaks to me every evening
[Verse 2]
[Hook]

Why you actin’ like a badass? Slow down, nigga!
I can show you the way if you want to know
I’m the dirty scoundrel, livin’ life on the down-low
Slavin’ away, playin’ the game, makin’ my name fizz
I’ma feel this way until the day I’m leavin’ this Earth, man

You don’t want the backlash
Soek jy ‘n sangoma, soek jy ‘n sangoma, a sangoma
Ooh, you don’t want the backlash
Wi-wi-wi-witch doctor!
Somebody better call the witch doctor (witch doctor)

And lowkey I been checkin’ to see how Dame is
Do you know what the fuck I’ve been through? A lot

[Intro]

[Chorus]
Slow down, nigga! Why you actin’ like a badass?

Slow down, nigga! Why you actin’ like a badass?
So call an ambulance, I’m the straw that just broke the camel’s back
Evil and purgin’, I am more deceivin’ in person
Fuck around and break you off proper
[Chorus]
You gon’ need to see the fuckin’ witch doctor (sangoma)
Music can make a struggle seem cool — it’s not
You don’t want problems, I’m serious, I am too sick (yeah, yeah)
Too stubborn, I got the motherfuckin’ juice chuggin’
I ain’t that industry nigga who always ass-kissin’
You gon’ need to see the fuckin’ witch doctor (sangoma)
[Hook]
As long as I’m breathin’ I ain’t gon’ give emcees a rest
I got mad disses for anybody who askin’ and

Savage!
Do somethin’, got you goose bumpin’
Soek jy ‘n sangoma, soek jy ‘n sangoma, a sangoma
Why you actin’ like a badass? Slow down, nigga!
Savage!
You don’t want the backlash
You don’t want the backlash
Think twice, nigga, I’m eerie as Tyson’s toothpick
You think you runnin’ shit but you really my cute puppet
Mashin’ fans down on your master plan with a planned attack
Wi-wi-wi-witch doctor!

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – GG (Remix) (feat. A Boogie With The Hoodie)

Nigga, this that crazy man
No security with me so I’m strapped up with that tool
[Verse]
Draw down with that Glock, bitch don’t make no sound

[Intro]
I just took a loss so I’m goin’ on a heist
I ain’t even put no effort, crazy man

Fuck you, bitch I hopped up out that coupe
Say somethin’ and get shot, bitch face down to the ground
Cause bitch I’m flyer than your dude
Free my niggas out the can
Five thousands dollars, what I paid for the whole fit
Audemar Piguet, coulda’ went and bought a school
Tell me hoe, if you don’t like me why you worried about what I do
See the car I pulled up in so you might think I flew
(Tell me why you say that Youngboy?)
Draw down with that Glock, bitch don’t make no sound
You ain’t see the car I pulled up in so you might think I flew
Went to Neiman Marcus for my pants and my shoes
Say somethin’ and get shot, bitch face down to the ground
(Tell me why you say that Youngboy?)
I ain’t got no respect, you might think I’m dumb
Tell me hoe, if you don’t like me why you worried about what I do
Try to take my jewelry off and you gon’ make the news
Cuban links around my neck, it cost me 22
Cause bitch I’m flyer than your dude
I’m just 17, with a whole lotta money
I ain’t got no education, I dropped out of school
Fuck you, bitch I hopped up out that coupe
I ain’t got no respect, you might think I’m dumb
Too much money on me for to raise my hands and fight
Hold a tool in yo face like chino do a bike
If you think I fuck with that lil hoe, then you a fool
I’m just 17, with a whole lotta money
Thunder in my clip, fuck around get hit with light

21 Savage, Offset & Metro Boomin – Ghostface Killers (feat. Travis Scott)

Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk
Mad Max nigga, yeah I hang with the killers (21)
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door man
We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
Trunk in the front, top gotta slide
Ride suicides, we keep this shit alive (yeah)
[Chorus: Offset]
Shrimp ass nigga, did you do your chores today? (21)
Michael Jackson with this fashion, bitch I’m dabbin’, yeah
Don’t burn in the coupe, it’s an Italy

[Verse 1: Offset]
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
All your pockets on hurting, nigga you can be my servant
[Chorus: Offset]
Planet of the Apes, yeah I hang around gorillas (on god)
You think that you rich ’cause you got a hundred or more
Trappin’ the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door man
Jamaican Don Dada, hang ’round the shottas
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
Yeah, Kim Jong, yeah big bombs (21)
On the couches
Trappin’ the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name

Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
You cannot tame the ho because you want fame for sure (tame)
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
[Chorus: Offset]

Dope boy, dope boy, I sell coke boy (21)
Wherever I go the whole gang gon’ go, yeah (gang)
Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
Bloody ass is what I’m seeing, it’s way too graphic
Drop from the heavens straight in the wild (yeah)
(21) Do you wanna take a ride with the coroner today?
(Straight up)
You a fuckboy, we ain’t with the horseplay (bitch)
[Chorus: Offset]
Diamonds flashing, need some glasses for the flashing, yeah
Private status, tryna land the jet at Magic (how you goin’?)
You broke ass rappers food, it’s a po boy (21)
Go to the lot and young nigga don’t lease it, I purchase
Trappin’ the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name
We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
Niggas ain’t goin’ defeated, we get the guns immediate

Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door man

Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
Fox 5 gang, turn you to a candlelight
Yeah, put on the Patek, poppin’ xannys, I’m an addict
Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
Broke, you ain’t us, we don’t speak that language
Please need the energy, only got a night, yeah (it’s lit)
Good drank my life yeah, CPR my pipe, yeah
Nike boys, we don’t do three stripes (yeah)
Grab the hitstick, nigga tryna blitz some’
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
I, pour up a four, a liter, I got the stripes, Adidas
Audemars Piguet flooded, got my wrist numb (bling)
Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk
Jumping out the public houses, don’t you come outside
Wonder Bread man, make your bitch lick crumbs (yeah)
Watch your fingers ’cause the cactus dangerous (yeah)
I got AK, SK, HK, broad day (21)
I’m living for my niggas that do life, yeah
[Verse 3: Travis Scott]

Bitch boy I’m a mobster, shrimp in my pasta
Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
I got a foreign mamacita and I been known to beat it (mama)
Everybody the same, all these niggas sound alike (dick riders)
Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
Rackades on the outfit will make her bounce it
After I cut off a thot I give her some money for service (here)
Tom Cruise, I’ma make her see, she snort a mountain
I got an over overload like I just sold my soul
These niggas is broke and it’s pitiful
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door man
Goin’ way up, on my way to cut through traffic (what you poppin’)
Break the mattress with a baddie on the addy
Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)

Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
Pop the seal and pop the bean, I need the balance (pop it, pop it)
Trappin’ the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name
Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk
Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk
We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)

Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
All of this shit on purpose got these bitches slurpin’

Kodak Black & Plies – Too Much Money (Uncensored)

Everyday know me, don’t need a ID
[Hook: Kodak Black]
Everyday I’m living like PNB
I got so many clothes, don’t know what I would wear
I already made the money
Come through with that ray gun
I might keep that woolley
Come through with that ray
Talking about a nigga hating on you
Come through with that ray
Too much money out here to be hating (yea)
Y’all hating I’m at the cliff boy
Fake real clean I don’t award nobody
[Intro: Kodak Black]
Come through with that ray
Come through, come through with that ray gun
They cave me the way
You know Ima keep it 1k bruh
Peep but i dont speak, I see that shit but I don’t say none (yea)
All white on me like CMG
Too much money out here
I’m trynna watch my man do it
[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Like you niggas ain’t even doing shit
Free cologne baby, you dig what i’m saying, she love my fragrance
You the police like CPD
[Verse 2: Plies]
Pill kicked in I got Xan in my body
Come through, come through with that ray gun
I can buy a Bugatti now
I just got the bag and ran through it
Ball on your ass like CP3
Too much money out here to be hating (yea)
Too much money out here to be hating (yea)
Peep but i dont speak, I see that shit but I don’t say none (yea)
Who let fooly in here?
Too much money out here
Peep when Ion speak, I see that shit but I don’t say none (yea)
Free cologne baby, you dig what i’m saying, she love my fragrance (ay)
Too much money out here to be hating (yea)
Too much money out here to be hating (yea)
Too much money out here
Free cologne baby, you dig what i’m saying, she love my fragrance (ay)
Come through, come through with that ray gun
Too much money out here
Peep but I dont speak, I see that shit but I don’t say none (yea)
[Hook: Kodak Black]
Come through, come through with that ray gun
Pick a nigga bitch on INT
Everyone know I got 16 cars
Bust his ass son, you your daddy son
I get stupid stupid
Free cologne baby, you dig what i’m saying, she love my fragrance
You niggas running around here
Too much money out here
You already know I’m fucking your lady
He’s a track star, I just ran into him
I’m on the one-way [?]
Peeling, wheeling and tooling
Peep when Ion speak, I see that shit but I don’t say none (yea)
I don’t even know why you tripping for
Too much money out here to be hating (yea)
I don’t even know why you dissing for
Too much money out here
Come through, come through with that ray gun

Why I keep the bag, I don’t short nobody
That’s a Nascar, watch him blast off
Come through, come through with that ray gun
I keep money in all four of my pockets
Hoes fuck around like TMZ
I swear I’m a savage lil nigga, you know I don’t care
I don’t even know why you hit me for

You been shooting that tooly
Peep but i dont speak, I see that shit but I don’t say none (yea)
One hunnid, it ain’t in there
Come through with that ray
Got it back and threw it
Come through with that ray gun
Got a Benz in the yard that’s a AMG

[?]
That’s a fast car, I hop out Jaguar
[Hook: Kodak Black]
Free cologne baby, you dig what i’m saying, she love my fragrance (ay)
Free cologne baby, you dig what i’m saying, she love my fragrance

She’s a fast broad, I just ran into her
He’s a bastard, where’s his dad going

All of the young niggas know what’s winning
But real shit though dog it’s too much money out here to be hating
You ain’t real, don’t say none