K. Michelle – Birthday

They make me sick to my stomach, they gotta pay me Muhammad
Roll a L, pour that drank, fuck it, let’s get right

Let’s get high baby
Oooh, we gon’ 12 play like it’s ’93
Got some bitches, got some pretty bitches coming through
Is you a Virgo, Sagittarius, Aquarius?
I let you know you worthy
[Chorus]
Turn downs unlikely, he checkin’ for me like I’m Nike
Got some bitches, got some pretty bitches coming through
I said these bitches is bums, they living off of they momma
But to tell you the truth, I ain’t got nothing to prove
Know I said I never do it but I guess I lied
Oooh, body calling, ’bout to bump and grind

It’s your birthday baby, whatcha wanna do?
Roll a L, pour that drank, fuck it, let’s get right

It’s your birthday baby, whatcha wanna do?
Oooh, don’t tell nobody this shit but me
[Chorus]
It’s your birthday baby, whatcha wanna do?
Got some bitches, got some pretty bitches coming through
Roll a L, roll a L, fuck it, let’s get high
No spaghetti, throw confetti, to the ceiling my Giuseppe’s
Come on eat this cake, it’s your birthday
Let’s get high baby
Birthday suit is what you have for dinner
Don’t fight me, I’m a Pisces, birthday cake up on his white T
Ohh, ohh, ohh oh oh oh

[Verse 1]
Happy birthday
Know I said I never do it but I guess I lied
[Verse 2]
Roll a L, roll a L, fuck it, let’s get high
Hey, oh-woah, babe
Hitmaka
This shit I be into, only for you
Got some bitches, got some pretty bitches coming through
Know I said I never do it but I guess I lied
Really want me run it, I’ma keep a hunnid
Cause I need some answers, Gemini or a Cancer babe?
Know I said I never do it but I guess I lied
Got some bitches, got some pretty bitches coming through
[Outro]
Got some bitches, got some pretty bitches coming through
Bitches stealing sauce, I’m in first place
[Chorus]
Oooh, put your phone down while you’re here with me
Tell me baby baby, oh-woah
How it feel to be a winner?
It’s your birthday baby, whatcha wanna do?
Let’s get high baby

Oooh, and you know I’m bout my privacy
Roll a L, pour that drank, fuck it, let’s get right
(Rock boy beats)
It’s your birthday baby, whatcha wanna do?
[Intro: Hitmaka]
Big back in El Reno, you betta get at Tasana
Shit I be into, only for you

I need that sloppy toppy effort Hey big head, you ready?
You know what will happen when we connect right?
Mmm, breakfast in bed, ain’t no wine and dine
Roll a L, roll a L, fuck it, let’s get high
Know I said I never do it but I guess I lied
Never a beginner, tell ’em I’m a pretty sinner
Just like my name is Muhammad, I’m bout to drop em like Donald

It’s your birthday baby, whatcha wanna do?
Know I said I never do it but I guess I lied
(That nigga Leg got the juice now) Ow!

Torii Wolf – Moscow

Yeah, I wanna go wherever you go
‘Cause I wanna go wherever you go
Honey, you won’t need to worry about a thing
Take me

Take me
‘Cause I wanna go wherever you go
[Verse 2]
[Intro]
And I will give you my good love
Yeah, I wanna go wherever you go

Take me
[Outro]
Darling, take my good love
You won’t need to worry, dear
And I’ll carry this old thing
[Verse 1]
Take me
And I will lay you down in the tall grass
Just lay your heavy head inside my hands
‘Cause now our time [?] bound by string
One, two, three, four

You’ll be fine
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
Honey, you won’t need to worry about a thing

Yeah, I wanna go wherever you go

‘Cause I wanna go wherever you go
Take me
And you’ll be fine
I will lay you down in the tall grass and, oh, your head
‘Cause how we [?] is how we feel inside
Take me

Harry Styles – Kiwi

(It’s none of your, none of your)
I’m kind of into it
It’s none of your, it’s none of your
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes

Whole tunnels, foreign noses always backed up
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business" (None of your, none of your)
When she’s alone, she goes home to a cactus
I think she said "I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your, it’s none of your"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
I’m kind of into it
Driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
And now she’s all over me, it’s like I paid for it
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business" (None of your, none of your)
I think she said "I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
Hard candy dripping on me ’til my feet are wet
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"

In a black dress, she’s such an actress
She’s driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your, it’s none of your"
Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck

It’s New York, baby, always jacked up
It’s like I paid for it, I’m gonna pay for this

"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
And all the boys, they were saying they were into it
She sits beside me like a silhouette
Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect

(It’s none of your, none of your)
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"

Lee Brice – What Keeps You Up At Night

For all the times I’ve run, the things I’ve done
Will my beautiful wife still have me?
What makes you laugh, you cry?
I go fishing with my daddy
Sometimes I wonder, is this the last summer

And I know that’d break my mamma’s heart
What keeps you up?
Will the skies open up, and blow my mind?

Life’s too short to let hate hang around
Do I really know the real meaning
What weighs on your mind, leaves you paralyzed?
Sometimes I doubt and wonder
Raise your hands to the sky?
Well hell yeah I do, it’s my kids
What keeps you up at night?
In 20 years from now, if I’m still here
What makes you take a stand?
Want to get up and dance?
What keeps you up at night?
Will they take the good, or take the bad?
[Verse 3]
[Chorus 2]
Are these the best days of my life?
See I believe in God, with all my heart
If I’ve really been forgiven
[Verse 1]
What weighs on your mind, leaves you paralyzed?
Forgive and forgetting

What keeps you up?
[Chorus 1]
And what they learn from me
Yeah, it’s like a song playing all night long
Of this beautiful life I’m living?
[Chorus 1]
What keeps you up at night?

Alright
What makes your heartbeat wild?
What makes your heartbeat wild?
These are the voices, won’t leave me alone
What keeps you up at night?

What weighs on your mind, leaves you paralyzed?

[Chorus 2]
What keeps you up at night?
And that weighs on me like thunder
Questions I can’t put down
What keeps you up at night?
What keeps you up at night?
Want to get up and dance?

What makes your heartbeat wild?
Things I could’ve, should’ve said
What makes you take a stand?
What makes you laugh, you cry?
And when tomorrow comes
[Chorus 1]
Raise your hands to the sky?
Stuck in my head
Things I should’ve done
What keeps you up at night?

[Verse 2]
[Bridge]

Young Dolph – What’s The Deal

All these diamonds real, all my niggas real
You was in the house nigga, I was outside
In a Porsche, I’m dodging potholes
Uh-huh
Nigga what’s the deal, what’s the deal, what’s the deal
Nigga what’s the deal, what’s the deal, what’s the deal
Rich humble and heartless
Yeah yeah

Fuck how you feel, how you feel, how you feel
My lil bitch too bossy

[Chorus]
[Outro]
I been countin’ mil after mil after mil
[Verse 1]

Ain’t never trust a nigga ever since my cousin crossed me (fuck ’em)
Fuck how you feel, how you feel, how you feel
All these diamonds real, all my niggas real
Living life like no tomorrow
All these diamonds real, all my niggas real
All these diamonds real, all my niggas real
Fifteen years old, sellin’ dope and getting high
Fuck how you feel, how you feel, how you feel
My OG’s keep blue rags tied ’round their head like Leonardo
Fuck how you feel, how you feel, how you feel
I remember when all this shit was just a dream
She start giving me head while she look me in my eye

[Chorus]
I get money with my vato (Jose)
Nigga what’s the deal, what’s the deal, what’s the deal
All these diamonds real, all my niggas real
Ain’t never trust a nigga ever since my cousin crossed me (fuck ’em)
Or I’m out in California, my Mexican bitch house, eating tacos
Yeah I love my straps, they come with infrared beams
My role model El Chapo (trap)
Spent an easy forty stacks in Saks, just on getting fly

One hand on the wheel, one hand on her thigh
I wake up in the morning, pour up syrup, I don’t drink coffee
I been countin’ mil after mil after mil
Spent twenty stacks and threw a barbecue in the apartments
[Verse 2]
Smokin’ on gelato, flyin’ through southside Chicago
Playing with the wrong nigga, he must wanna die
I been countin’ mil after mil after mil
Nigga what’s the deal, what’s the deal, what’s the deal
I been countin’ mil after mil after mil
In the hood in a Lambo, smokin’ a blunt of jello
I been countin’ mil after mil after mil

For my nigga I’d kill, for my nigga I’d die
All these diamonds real, all my niggas real
Fuck how you feel, how you feel, how you feel
Pulled up at the red light, push a button, my car got topless
Bought a Rari just to take it to the trap and park it
Nigga what’s the deal, what’s the deal, what’s the deal
All these rocks on me, my lil white bitch she call me Rocko
Nigga what’s the deal, what’s the deal, what’s the deal
Can’t wait to get to the crib, I’ma fuck her from the side
I been countin’ mil after mil after mil
[Intro]
Try to fuck with us, she act like she don’t hear you talkin’ (deaf)
My lil nigga he keep his purple flag like Donatello
Yeah I love my straps, they come with infrared beams
Every time I fuck my bitch I fuck her ’til she scream
Fuck how you feel, how you feel, how you feel

Keith Urban – Female

She’s the dreamer’s dream
Mhm
Mother nature
Virgin Mary, scarlet letter

Secret keeper, fortune teller
Sister, shoulder
Sister, shoulder
Daughter, lover
Yeah
[Chorus]

[Outro]
Secret keeper, fortune teller
Does that make you second best?
[Refrain]
Soul survivor, Holy Water
Technicolor river wild

When somebody talks about how it was Adam first
Female
She’s the hands of time
Sister, shoulder
Soul survivor, Holy Water

When somebody laughs and implies that she asked for it

Secret keeper, fortune teller
[Chorus]
Female
Will you live to see it?
When you hear a song that they play saying you run the world
Technicolor river wild
Do you believe it?
Healer, broken halo
Fire, suit of armor
Baby girl, women shine
Is that such a bad thing?
[Chorus]
Virgin Mary, scarlet letter
Fire, suit of armor
Female
Female
Daughter, lover
Just cause she was wearing a skirt
Or did he save the best for last?
Mother nature
[Bridge]
Female
When you hear somebody say somebody hits like a girl
She’s the queen of kings
[Verse 2]
Healer, broken halo
Baby girl, women shine
Fire, suit of armor
Now is that how it works?
Virgin Mary, scarlet letter
[Verse 1]
Daughter, lover
Mother nature
Baby girl, women shine
How does that hit you?
Healer, broken halo
Technicolor river wild
She’s the heart of life
Soul survivor, Holy Water

IshDARR – Foreplay

Late night, uh, ’til late night
I said, "Girl, don’t you play dumb, dumb motherfucker"

Window turnin’, kush burnin’, broad day with you
Space im my tooth
Never move like nobody else, she ask me
I said, "Girl, don’t judge no book by its cover"
[Chorus]
Pulled up on this shawty
Let me foreplay, foreplay, foreplay with you

Don’t let ’em touch ya
It’s the diamond hoop
Window turnin’, kush burnin’, broad day with you
Window turnin’, kush burnin’, broad day with you
Plottin’ greatness every single day
Let me foreplay, foreplay, foreplay with you
Window turnin’, kush burnin’, broad day with you
[90]
She say, "Boy, don’t judge no book by its cover"
[Chorus]
All night, all night, all night with you
See no car behind me
Are you different?"
‘Til late night, ’til late night
[Verse 1]
Beneficial?
‘Cause she knows when I’m gone, she might miss that
Yeah, I know when I’m gone, she might miss that
Foreplay, foreplay, foreplay with you
[Chorus]
Foreplay, foreplay, foreplay with you
[girl]
[Verse 2]
I said, "Damn near, you might be correct, girl"

Pulled up on this shawty
‘Til late night, uh, ’til late night
Make ’em listen?
She said, "4 side niggas grimy"
Always with the crew
Out the way
Goddamn, super smooth with the lingo and she dig that
Always on your shit
’til late night’

She said, "4 side niggas grimey"

‘Til late night, uh, ’til late night
Drivin’, goin’ 90
[run it back, run it back]
Let me foreplay, foreplay, foreplay with you

See no car behind me

[Intro]
‘Til late night
But lemme tell you somethin’ ’bout me
Drivin’, goin’ 90
GQ on the scene and she dig that
Window turnin’, kush burnin’, broad day with you
‘Til late night, ’til late night
Window turnin’, kush burnin’, broad day
She said, "Boy, please don’t play dumb, dumb motherfucker"
"What you here for?

Meyhem Lauren & DJ Muggs – Aquatic Violence (feat. Mr. MFN Exquire & Sean Price)

That’s how it’s gotta be, respect the odyssey
[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]
I’m busting ass with my eyes closed
But when it gets dark [?] holsters, show ’em for real
Fuck niggas, no [?]
[Verse 3: Sean Price]
Uh, the bullet from the [?]

Broke through the struggle, kept the rubble as a souvenir
Sit down for glorious [?]
Always cursing, getting kicked out of fucking class
Might pop up on your block shooting Megatron
Might crush his head like a nigga off [?]
To squeeze one cheek you gotta use both hands
Everything is [?] as long as they polish me
Busting out the S6 like a Megaman
As a youth I was fucking bad
[?] lined up like it’s Candy Crush
Laminate your bitch like Conan
Punch your mouth, say ouch before I [?] steel
Thugs in the zone, the sky got me feeling at home
Wide awake, never sleeping like the city I roam
There’s some new kings in town, say peace to the throne
Take a flight the same night shorty giving me dome
Evacuate the top of the world, my niggas moving there
I smack [?] for trying to
My nigga [?]
You know better than that, P
Bitches out the country sending pussy flicks to my phone
She look good so I’m still gon’ smash
That love fly niggas who rap so we their favorites
Get smart, I got a phone in my loafers
I’m wearin’ niggas, fucking bitches, getting dollars B
When it comes to foreign affair shit, you know the policy
Do harm to grills
[?] American bastards
She look good but the pussy trash

Put it in the bag before I put you in a fucking bag
You never could rap so don’t rap after me
P, degenerate rap shit
My big booty bitch got mega bun
Got 35 bitches in Vegas practicing [?]
[?] motherfucker go bismark

But fuck bitches, where the cash
[Verse 1: Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire]
My [?] I don’t give a fuck
Touch your hand on his head and you a dead man
I’m playing [?] on my iPhone
Say slick shit out of your face
This world is an ex girl you never get back with
Every bag a nigga own came with drugs and cologne
Might crush his head in a vice grip
We [?] never remind us
Bitch spit that [?]
[?] with a eye patch
That make dollars daily like [?]parish

Open Mike Eagle – Happy Wasteland Day

Standing up cause they crossed my line
Power’s out no electro now

Dare the man to put hands on me
Can we get one day without fear
It ain’t supposed to come back alive
When the king is a garbage person
Can we get one day they don’t try us?
Everybody get involved, it’s holiday in the wasteland
Power down all my darkest urges
Gathered folks and they caught my vibe
Pick a day for a celebration
Just like one day the whole year
(They said it’s) Normal, it’s normal, it’s normal now
No bombs, no gunshots
Keep my personal crown up high
Things begin and then have to die
I might wanna lay down and die
[Pre-Chorus]
Can the people get one day without violence
Can the people get one day without violence

No bombs, no gunshots
Generator, we back online
No sirens, no lights
[Hook]
Everything is not ordinary
When the king is a garbage person
But then I quit the smoking
(They said it’s) Normal, it’s normal, it’s normal now
No bombs, no gunshots
Keep my personal crown up high
Can we get one day without fear
No bullshit, we don’t have no time

No bombs, no gunshots
No violence, no fights
Since the man was crowned we ain’t had no sleep
(They said it’s) Normal, it’s normal, it’s normal now
It’s holiday in the wasteland
One day without violence

I bet a lot of lonely people think of kissing posters

Only weapon is common sense
[Hook]

No bombs, no gunshots
Zombie sheriffs is tryna to lynch us
I was protesting I lost my sign
If it wasn’t for y’all I would’ve lost my mind
No sirens, no lights
(They said it’s) Normal, it’s normal, it’s normal now
This is normal, it’s normal now
Can’t see out then just follow me
I’m the king of my lonely island
Its kinda like my brain is closed
Now we all in a zombie movie
Fuel’s low so we reignite
Say fuck the king til that asshole die
Party under your pile of garbage
Quit tripping y’all, it’s holiday in the wasteland
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
No sirens, no lights
Then it parted oceans
Fuck the king, no command, no chief
If it wasn’t for y’all I would’ve lost my mind
Maybe my heart is broken
Synthesizers all retro sound
I used to practice trying to talk like I was Mr. Bogus
I still dream of deep breathing and my lips is open
[Hook]
Make a circle on Halloween
Squeeze the cider right in my mouth
No violence, no fights
But my heart is open
Can we get one day without fear
No bombs, no gunshots
Everybody get involved
No bombs, no gunshots
Gathered folks and they caught my vibe
Guess I’ll call up my congressmen
I put out all the garbage fires
Protesting I lost my sign
I’d like to get to know em
(One-two, one-two.)
Can we get one day without fear
No bombs, no gunshots
Storm the castle, that flag don’t fly
[Pre-Chorus]
Just like one day the whole year

Tell the garbage king "we don’t respect your crown"
This is normal, it’s normal now
I even started smoking
[Outro]
A comet slammed into the planet
Quit tripping y’all
(They said it’s) Normal, it’s normal now

(They said it’s) Normal, it’s normal now
Can we get one day they don’t try us?
No sirens, no lights
Just like one day the whole year
No violence, no fights
I’m coming into focus
Or sovereign land that I stand on, B
I might wanna lay down and die

First directive’s protect your town
Can we get one day they don’t try us?
Can we get one day they don’t try us?
Standing up cause they crossed my line
[Verse 1]
Just like one day the whole year
Power’s out so we read by light
Everything that’s been dead and buried
No cops allowed they can’t read my rights

Everybody get involved, it’s holiday in the wasteland
I remember people
[Verse 2]
Long season I need this night
It’s holiday in the wasteland
Quit tripping y’all, it’s holiday in the wasteland
Power down all my darkest urges
One day without violence
Home is high they can’t reach my house

No violence, no fights

Tech N9ne – Brand New Hunnids (feat. Jl, Rittz & Frizz) (Uncensored)

The internet say I’m worth four mil
Ay, ay
You ain’t ever live lavish, tryna be Travis
Ay
And a duffel bag stuffed full, hard to keep the zipper on the top closed
On the way to make a milli you can bet on me
Take all the paper don’t let the paper take ya
[Hook: Frizz]
[Hook: Frizz]
Nigga, ay
Gotta be tough and plus you gotta do what you must do
Jay high that’s a safe bet
Ay, ay
I’ma tell you real life fast
Ay
It don’t matter if you rappin’ or thuggin’, be stackin’ or pluggin’
Too much money for me to ever be a slave
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
[Verse 1: Rittz]
Ay
For the fetty when they see you livin’ major
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
With a loud pack, hit a chronic like a Dre set
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
For the money for tummy, booty, and they tits done
Ay
‘Bout that life, I ain’t ever ran from it
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Ay
With them brand new hunnids
Tryna flash, you ain’t got Tech money
How can you stomach
No more dollar menu orders, eating four course meals
I can tell she thinking I’m a cocaine dealer

We two up, it’s too much money to be made
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Ay, ay
Look even if you hover at the oven and you wrapping a couple of ’em
Throw it when you win, they will son the rustle
Cross yo neck with a razor
I see hawks when I see these thots, and I read thoughts
Ay
I got cash ’cause I rap, I don’t trap
Thought I was a winner look at what the scoreboard said
[Hook: Frizz]
Somebody already gettin’ paid
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money

‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
Ay
Even though I do collect the dough, I haven’t changed yet
Ay
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
The poverty I hit the lottery
Let them wonder ‘bout the bread
Why you mad at me because your credit score low
Big money maker you’re gonna wait to vapor
I’ma get to the money
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
When they put the light to me they will know that I’m real
I was hurting when I didn’t have money, now the paper like a painkiller
Ay
Damn you done it
When not even one of them did a little bit of labor

I ain’t slippin’ or givin’ nobody boosters

Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
‘Bout that life, I ain’t never ran from it
How they comin’ for money ya job paid ya
Leaning on the counter while she look at my account
Ay

Yeah
Can I have a lollipop though
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Moving two by fours like Jim Duggan, you buggin’
Like you got a check coming
Ay, ay
You can barely pay a car note
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Forrest Gump with the ends on the cat running
I ain’t here to talk about a car loan
I keep the brim a hunnid ’cause Tech is a crowded poosta
Ay
Damn you stuntin’
Looking for loot producing part of productive ’cause you
[Verse 3: JL]

To the paid jet, then get lifted like a weight set
I done gone broke but I bounced back
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
I’ve been feeling like Pablo in the Wells Fargo
Pockets on my cargo shorts full of money
Ay
Ay
Ay
Like a trip when they hit a gallon of Jäger
They gonna stand who run it and the jam you brung it
From all the haters they wanna waste ya
Keep it real like that

Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Get some big ones, shit comes, quick son ditch ’em
Ay
On the land when you expand the grands
‘Cause they gonna get to begging from the rich one
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
Like a brand new hunnid dollar bill
I’ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid
You ain’t ever built like that
He financially flaunts cause he know what she wants
Ay
Ay
Ay
Runnin’ game flirtin’ with the bank teller
Ay
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
But I give ’em what they can build in it

Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
So when you go in the pile can you plummet
Comin’ from all the fans the Kansas City man do gun it
You sitting still like a crash test dummy
Ay
It’s either you are slackin’ or pumpin’, how bad do you want it?
It used to be a way worse ordeal
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
Never quit, never sit waiting for a paycheck
Everywhere I go I try to get to the money
If you don’t got the lucrative hustle
You been living in a fantasy knowing that you can’t achieve
Off with the money is why they shoot ya
Let alone fucks I give ’em the photo cred
[Hook: Frizz]
‘Cause they jealous they makin’ the shotty juice ya
Rock at the rigorous on the go without a chill
Too much money for me to not wanna get out of the bed and go get it
Not a way somebody can ever ban you from it

6ix9ine – Gummo

I’m on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch
Man that’s really all I use her for as I kick her out the door
I ain’t wanna take his life but nigga, fuck it
Blow a case a nigga throwing shots, I run ’em off they block
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I’ll see y’all later, suuwoo!
I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit
You run up and they shooting niggas, we ain’t hooping nigga
I don’t want her, you can keep the whore, she fiending for some more
[Chorus]
Shoot at me I’m shooting back, I’m getting buckets
but I fucked that nigga bitch Shout out…
but I fucked that nigga bitch Shout out…
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
[Intro]
She wanna fuck but keep her clothes on, I only want the jaw

In New York my niggas don’t Milly Rock, my niggas money bop

Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh

Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh
I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit
I’m on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch
[Outro]
Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh
Pop these niggas like a wheelie nigga, you a silly nigga
I don’t love her that’s a sad hoe, she a bad hoe

I’m on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch
Niggas talking ’bout that cash but my bag worth a lot
Scum Gang
[Chorus]
Move milli, all my niggas on fifty, uh
In the hood with them billy niggas, and them hoover niggas

I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit
[Verse 2]
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
but I fucked that nigga bitch Shout out…
Scum Gang
Hit a stain, fifty bands, all hunnids
Spinning through ya block like a pop shove it
I don’t fuck with no old hoes, only new hoes
I’mma fuck her then I dash home, to the cash hoe
[Verse 1]

On the stoop, grills in, my Georgia girl on my fro
Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh
Yo Gambi, you a loser nigga, up that Uzi nigga
Talk down, pew pew pew, you silly, uh
Caught a milli in the stash box, I grinded for my spot
Put my dick in her backbone, I pass her to my bro

Ty Dolla $ign – Dawsin’s Breek (On The Late Late Show) (Live)

I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put my ex in park (uh)
My bitch just came through, she done, just shut y’all down
My bitch lookin’ like ooh
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
My bitch lookin’ like ooh
Mike WiLL Made-It
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I don’t know you hoes Brrr, hello, who’s this?
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
Brrr, hello, who’s this? Hold up, I’m changin’ clothes
Might speak the language, but I don’t know you, bro
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put my ex in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
Who are y’all? What is this?
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
Got a main chick, she like no new hoes
I put that bitch in park, yeah
EarDrummers
I put that bitch in park, uh
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
Hollup, I need your panties off
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
I got a brand new boo, yeah
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
Put my ex-bitch in park
In whose coupe? What are you talkin’ ’bout?
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
I put that bitch in park, uh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah, nah
I put my ex in park (uh)
I put that bitch in park, yeah
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I got a brand new boo, yeah
I put that bitch in park
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, uh
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
Put my ex-bitch in park
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)

Wiz Khalifa – Letterman

Way before the eyes on television
Still gon’ talk like Letterman
You’s got no wins
Hoes at the front door, let ’em in
I’ll make it rain like weatherman
I’m sellin’ it, yeah Want KK?
Talk about life they ain’t never live
I just drink too much Gin
Y’all niggas broke, can’t get a fix
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Still gon’ talk like Letterman
Lookin’ for the right one to let ’em in
All about the check like ?
Money at the front door, let her in
Puffy, all about my benjamins

[Hook]

Money at the front door, let ’em in
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Cash at the front door, let ’em in
I’ma get her right, in her element
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Niggas that hate don’t benefit
Money at the front door, let ’em in
Brain so bright, she intelligent
These dudes ain’t got no wins
All they do is pretend
Girls at the front door, let ’em in

Let ’em take shots, now they feelin’ it
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Hoes at the front door, let ’em in
Still gon’ talk like Letterman
Still gon’ talk like Letterman
And I’m ’bout to roll up the medicine
Hoes at the front door, let ’em in
Cash at the front door, let ’em in
Gas at the front door, let ’em in, hey
Talk about stripes they ain’t never get
I got too much to spend
Can’t be pushin’, hoe pedalin’
Ima turn up, gon’ hit a lick
Money at the front door, let her in
These dudes ain’t got no wins
[Verse 2]
Gas at the front door, let ’em in, hey
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
[Hook]
[Hook]
Cash at the front door, let him in, hey
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
808 Mafia
Cash at the front door, let him in, hey

Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Tell me that I’m better than her ex man
You’s got no wins
If I hit it once, I’ma hit again, yeah
? can’t handle it

And I’m more drunk than I ever been
Money at the front door, let her in
Eyes of the pittsburg, pedalin’
Ooh, yeah
These dudes ain’t got no wins
Still gon’ talk like Letterman
Money at the front door, let ’em in
I be gone with the wind
Gas at the front door, let ’em in, hey
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
You’s got no wins
[Verse 1]
Won’t keep it real cause they never did
Cash at the front door, let ’em in
Now they got a girl and her best friend
Still gon’ talk like Letterman
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Cash at the front door, let him in, hey
Pack so loud I’m yellin’ it

Remy Ma – Wake Me Up (feat. Lil Kim)

Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Bitch, you so thirsty, obey that shit
If that’s your dog, I suggest you go train that bitch!
[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
These fake-ass bitches is done
If Nick-ole a Kid-man, OJ that bitch!

Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
So wake me up early!

Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
I told you not to touch ’em, it’s not up for discussion!
Take that trip, get money, make that lick
Body a guy for my guy make you a mean bitch
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
I heard he lay that dick, you let him filet that fish

My hands like Mayweather’s, all my friends 8 and better!
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
All my clothes is custom, straight from France
Take your pick; that’s your set, claim that clique!
Queen Bitch I been, bitch
You fake-ass bitch, you owe homage, pay that shit!
And then you see ’em, they be like that they ain’t say that shit!
If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Mean bitch, take one for the team bitch!

I’m rich, I’mma stay that bitch!
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
You just met ‘im, how he bae that quick?
These fake-ass bitches is done
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
[Verse 2: Remy Ma]

See, I got options, don’t make me weigh them shits!
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
I’m his dream bitch
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
If Peter Piper picked ’em, I bet you Remy ducked ’em
‘Cause you a clown and Homey don’t play that shit!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
So wake me up early!
I get a lot of money, honey
Mmm, when the mornin’ come

Mmm, when the mornin’ come
[Verse 1: Remy Ma]
Spray that fif’, the crown, I’mma take that shit
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
I’ll say it to your face, don’t gotta relay that shit
If Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
So wake me up early!
See, they ain’t slick, be talkin’ all cray and shit
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
[Bridge: Lil’ Kim]
These fake-ass bitches is done
I hate that shit, I can make or break your shit
Mmm, when the mornin’ come

Justin Snow – Repoman

Yup, I pull up in the middle of the night
Speed up to where (whoa)
Ill be your sidenigga that’s a sidenote
That way he ain’t putting up a fight
That nigga never payed you no mind
She don’t give a shit, she don’t trip, she gonna risk it all
She said just the tip, of my dick, get her wet and all
Yup, I pull up in the middle of the night
Damn she fine, you fucked up
Charger for what? (What)
Who laughing now
Ha ha ha ha
Yup, I pull up in the middle of the night
You know what I love give me brain give me neck
And I’m here to help you do the same thing yeah
Repoman repoman repoman

[Verse]

Oh ha ha
Tell your man I’m sorry but I gotta do it
[Verse]
Not oh so fast (whoa)
Take what’s yours make it mine
[Chorus]
And your body language calling girl you know I’m fluent
Repoman, repoman
If he ain’t paying you no mind you know I gotta tow it
He fucked up it’s a typo
RepoMan, slight through nights
Repoman, repoman repoman repoman
Her pictures make me fuck around and try to zoom
Repoman repoman repoman, repoman
I don’t want you lit, when I hit, I want you involved
[Chorus]
Repoman repoman repoman
So you know I gotta make you mine
Repoman, repoman repoman repoman
She be on Instagram live while on a shoot
Repoman, repoman repoman repoman
Repoman, repoman
Ill be your sidenigga that’s a sidenote
That nigga never payed you no mind

So now you know he fuckin with a sidehoe
I been on the liq, wanna sip, just don’t drink it all
That way he ain’t putting up a fight

Repoman repoman repoman

I ain’t your man (no)
I come through late so me and him don’t get into it
Now you must, pay the fine
That nigga never payed you no mind
She in my bed yeah
Repoman, repoman repoman repoman
Girl why you think I’m standing by your side for
Girl why you think I’m standing by your side for
Baby hit me on my line if I can do you yeah
Repoman, repoman
And I’m always here to get that same thing yeah
So you know I gotta make you mine
Baby ain’t no use for that
Repoman, repoman repoman repoman
[Chorus]
Ha ha ha, ha ha ha
He fucked up it’s a typo
I can understand (yeah)
So you know I gotta make you mine
So now you know he fuckin with a sidehoe
Repoman repoman repoman, repoman
Girl I know he causing lot of pain
That way he ain’t putting up a fight
IPhone on dead (what)
Repoman, repoman repoman repoman
Repoman repoman repoman, repoman
And Never let em play you got a fool