Skepta – Ghost Ride (feat. A$AP Rocky & A$AP Nast)

Pull up on a bird, ask her what’s the word?
Like Freddy Kreuger, man I get down with the stripes
About shit, ’bout shit
Niggas think they big, ’til a bullet hit
I’m smoking the reefer, I roll with the nina
My TEC-9, it go pat pat pat pat, rat a tat tat tat
Since I came up and I’m on my old shit, old shit
You disrespect me, you playing around with your life
Never, never, never, never, never
Hammer time, hammer time
Too fast, niggas know how I get
Swear these haters, they don’t move me
When the reaper come, redrum, I’ll murder something
I see you follow fashion, tryna get down with the hype
Told the plug it’s for me, he came down on the price
Enemies on my mind, enemies in the past when I blast
Eat my dust, hate my guts
I’m on a paper chase, I tell ’em
I just parked a Benz right up on the curb
Yeah, life is like a movie, life is like a movie
Yeah, aye, life is like a movie, Steven Spielberg
Hope they get the picture, I don’t give a fuck
It’s VVS, man there ain’t no clouds in my ice
And this revenge up in my eyes, I’m committing my sin, amen
Niggas ain’t about shit, ’bout shit uh
Live it like a movie, live it like a movie
Eat my dust, hate my guts
Live a bit in these streets, I teach you how to survive
If it’s beef, pussy, yeah I handle mine
I’mma pull up, swerve, skrr, yeah I swerve
Lick my, I’m just tryna get a nut
And fuck my enemies, man I make the devil scared
I roam from the reaper and glock bust
And they ain’t about shit, ’bout shit, ’bout shit
Who the fuck’s putting all this stuffing in these teddy bears?
Niggas ain’t about shit, ’bout shit, uh
Yeah, yeah them niggas got the nerve
Since I came up and I’m on my old shit, old shit
On a different planet, man I’m out of my mind
But you know I never gave a fuck about shit, ’bout shit
Twisting my finger, I fuck on a diva
Chopper, chopper, pull up around with a Mossberg
Got lean on the seat of the Lam’ bruh
I never gave a fuck
Got weed on my fingers, got me on my speakers
Everyday I’m shitting and I’m pissing on this hypocrisy
Said they on the corner, they ain’t got your work
Lick my nuts, kiss my butt
Since I came up and I’m on my old shit, old shit
Since I came up and I’m on my old shit, old shit
She said what’s my real name and I don’t know how to reply
This that virus in the system, the prodigy
And I have to murder all you fakers in this odyssey, greaze!
Riding through your city with the Mossberg
And they ain’t about shit, ’bout shit
I was on the grind for many years and you were never there
Yeah, that’s a A$AP nigga, then I pulled the trigger
It’s that uncontrollable demon they didn’t wanna see
Lord forgive me for the shit I did, was just a little kid
Comma, llama, they not equipped for the drama
I go to Antigua, Bahamas
And they ain’t about shit, ’bout shit
Niggas up the shit, yeah, rappers full of shit, yeah
Man I got six chains, and I wear them anywhere
And they ain’t about shit, ’bout shit, ’bout shit

Taylor Swift – Look What You Made Me Do (At Capital’s Jingle Bell Ball 2017) (Live)

Look what you made me do
I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams

[Bridge]
I’ve got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me do
I don’t like your little games
I don’t like your perfect crime
Look what you just made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me—)
The role you made me play
[Chorus]

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
"I’m sorry, the old Taylor can’t come to the phone right now
I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams
Look what you just made me do
The world moves on, another day, another drama, drama
Look what you just made me—
Look what you just made me—
But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time (nick of time)

I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me do
[Chorus]
Don’t like your tilted stage
I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me
Look what you made me do
You asked me for a place to sleep
Look what you just made me—
[Verse 2]
Maybe I got mine, but you’ll all get yours
And then the world moves on, but one thing’s for sure
I don’t like your kingdom keys
Look what you made me do

Locked me out and threw a feast (what?)
I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me
Ooh, look what you made me do
I check it once, then I check it twice (oh)
[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me—
"Why? Oh, ’cause she’s dead!" (Oh)
Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time
Ooh, look what you made me do
Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time (I do it all the time)
How you laugh when you lie
I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams
Ooh, look what you made me do

I check it once, then I check it twice (oh)
But not for me, not for me, all I think about is karma
Ooh, look what you made me do
I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me
Look what you made me do
[Chorus]
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
[Verse 1]
But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time
Ooh, look what you made me do

They once belonged to me
(Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Isn’t cool, no, I don’t like you (oh)
You said the gun was mine
I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams
Look what you just made me do
Of the fool, no, I don’t like you

Brett Young – O Holy Night

O night divine!
O night, O night divine!
O Holy night, the stars are brightly shining
His law is love and His gospel is peace
O night when Christ was born
Fall on your knees
Let all within us praise His holy name
Fall on your knees
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
O night when Christ was born
Truly He taught us to love one another

‘Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth

O night divine!
It is the night of our dear Savior’s birth
O hear the angel voices

Chains shall He break, for the slave is our brother
And in His name, all oppression shall cease

Fall, fall on your knees
O hear the angel voices
O night divine!
O hear the angel voices

A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we
O night when Christ was born
O night divine!
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn

Moby – Like A Motherless Child

The demon’s eyes, the demon [?]satyr[?]
I was bait, but what would bait her
This was not hope, this was not sane
So far from home

So far from home

And from these broken places made
I couldn’t leave, I couldn’t stay
[Hook – Raquel Rodriguez]
Like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child

[Hook – Raquel Rodriguez]
So far from home
And from these broken places made
So far from home
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
[Hook – Raquel Rodriguez]
I’m never safe from all this danger
[Verse 2 – Moby]
This was my truth, this was no game

Like a motherless child
This was loss, this was name
This was loss and this was later
Don’t know my needs, don’t know my ways [?]
This was life and this was safer
I hide my face, no way to face her
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
I laid in wait but so much later
Always hate but never hate her
Don’t know my needs, don’t know my ways [?]
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
This was not hope, this was not sane
That was loss and this was later
This was my truth, this was no game
The demon’s eyes and demon [?]satyr[?]
I laid [?] but so much [?]
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
I hide my face, no way to face her
I wanted less but nothing greater
This was loss, this was name
I couldn’t leave, I couldn’t stay
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
That was loss and this was later
And never safe from all this danger
All was strange and always stranger
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
I was bait but what would bait her?
[Verse 1 – Moby]
I wanted less but nothing greater

Sheryl Crow – The Dreaming Kind

There’ll be no more wasting precious time
Nothing’s ever going to change my mind
Even if I cannot change a thing
Maybe I’m the dreaming kind
That we’re beautiful inside
That we’re beautiful inside

I turned off the news again tonight

Oh what a different world it’d be
Before we meet destiny
But every time I turn my face
They watch with innocence and imitate
Gonna fight to keep remembering
If peace was our reality
So I’m giving it all I got

Maybe I’m the dreaming kind
That we are beautiful inside
Every child is pure until he learns to hate
So I’m giving it all I got
It’s getting hard to watch everyone fight
They say that love can conquer all, but there is no time to wait
Maybe I’m just the dreaming kind
Nothing’s ever going to change my mind
So I’m giving it all I got
Could you imagine it, if love was blind
There’ll be no more wasting precious time

How small we are but look how much we have to waste
If on this earth everybody was kind
I’m giving it all I got
I see the world from outer space
I’m giving it all I got
So I’m giving it all I got
But how far will we have to fall

Roy Wood$ – Monday To Monday

And I don’t know who cares but I
I could barely think
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
Ride around with them birds
[Bridge]

Don’t Don’t
Catch me with thugs
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
[?]
But I’m looking for my main girl
[?]
Yeah
Wanna hear bout you
Girl what you planning (oh oh)
She got tattoos in her arm

Liquors for the pain
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you

You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma
I love her crazy
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday

Balmains while she’s going shopping
[?]
[Chorus]
[?]
Gang shit on Tour
Don’t Don’t

Am I looking out your way now
Don’t Don’t
She sings like Adele
Gyal dem go shopping
[?]
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday

Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
[Verse 2]
With me
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma
So don’t disrespect me for some
And I don’t know who cares but I
I’m not new to this
Drugs make her slow
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
[Chorus]
Ohh she crazy
I just found my Jasmine(my Jasmine)
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma
Play
With me
And fly out to Costa Rica
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Off ecstasy
Bitch touch Molly (oh)
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
[Pre-Chorus]
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma
[Verse 1]
Tagged up with squaddy
Marylyn keeps her on auto pilot (auto, auto, auto)
I make sure shorty feel important
I’m not new here
Play
Money fly you out when you in Georgia
Like these bitches are from Europe
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
I have way too much to say now
Ass too melodic in Toronto with exotic
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
Face, out my face bitch
Don’t Don’t
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Saks fifth better spend a bag if you walk in

Ohh she love me (hey)
Yeah
[?]
[Pre-Chorus]
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma
All my diamonds dreaded (hey)
[Bridge]
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Don’t believe in love
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
I feel like Aladin(yeah)
So don’t disrespect me for some
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
Can’t feel her toes
Narcotics for fun
Wanna hear bout you
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday

My girl look like Katy Cherry

[Chorus]
Off ecstasy

Upchurch – Tennessee Dreamin

She say she love me ’cause I’m worthy
I came through, popped up on the first day
I came through, popped up on the first day
I was young, head strong, wasn’t letting up
I got some money finally

I’m in the field without no jersey
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
11 years old I was sitting on the block
[Pre-Hook]
Sold them pills like they was Skittles, yeah, I always made a lot
She say she love me ’cause I’m worthy
Never had enough and now the bank, we break it
Escaped the belly of the beast without a stain on me
Boynton Beach out to the hills, how far I came from it
I’m in the field without no jersey
I was out there on the hustle
120 on that ranch, on my own two
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Mama don’t worry, mama don’t worry
[Verse 2]

Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
I’m in the field without no jersey
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
(We break it, bitch)
Ready for fighting and my fist has got that ring on it
Yeah, my family had a little so I hid it in my sock
I know you remember me
Never had enough and now the bank, we break it

Baby, I’m outchea so don’t worry
Now my mama straight, I ain’t gotta push no weight
[Pre-Hook]
No more sleeping on the floor
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
I came from the dirt, now I’m living great
Said I won’t gone make it, look how hard they hated
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
(We break it, bitch)
Almost got cuffed, it was too much, it was a lot of drama
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Disrespectful my demeanor, didn’t know who to trust

DJ Chose
[Verse 1]
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Now my mama straight, I ain’t gotta push no weight
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty

Said I won’t gone make it, look how hard they hated
I was always dodging 12, putting work in off the clock
[Hook]

I came from the dirt, now I’m living great
I did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Reckless on that show, man that’s old news
Baby, I’m outchea so don’t worry

[Hook]
I did that crime, I beat that case, kept paying my dues
Now the whole world sneaking pictures for the fame of it
Baby, I’m outchea so don’t worry
[Hook]
I did my time, I made them wait, and now I can’t lose
She say she love me ’cause I’m worthy
[Intro]
It was the streets that raising me, had to be dad and mama
I came through, popped up on the first day

Bhad Bhabie – Mama Don’t Worry (Still Ain’t Dirty)

I did my time, I made them wait, and now I can’t lose
I know you remember me

(We break it, bitch)
I came through, popped up on the first day
120 on that ranch, on my own two
11 years old I was sitting on the block
Yeah, my family had a little so I hid it in my sock
[Verse 1]
I’m in the field without no jersey
Never had enough and now the bank, we break it
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
I was always dodging 12, putting work in off the clock
(We break it, bitch)
I got some money finally
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty

She say she love me ’cause I’m worthy
[Hook]
[Pre-Hook]
Now my mama straight, I ain’t gotta push no weight
No more sleeping on the floor
I came through, popped up on the first day
Boynton Beach out to the hills, how far I came from it
Mama don’t worry, mama don’t worry
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty

Baby, I’m outchea so don’t worry
I’m in the field without no jersey
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
[Verse 2]
[Pre-Hook]

I came through, popped up on the first day
Escaped the belly of the beast without a stain on me
She say she love me ’cause I’m worthy

Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
I did that crime, I beat that case, kept paying my dues
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Disrespectful my demeanor, didn’t know who to trust
Ready for fighting and my fist has got that ring on it
I did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Almost got cuffed, it was too much, it was a lot of drama
Said I won’t gone make it, look how hard they hated
I came from the dirt, now I’m living great
I was young, head strong, wasn’t letting up
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty

DJ Chose
Reckless on that show, man that’s old news
[Hook]
Sold them pills like they was Skittles, yeah, I always made a lot
Now the whole world sneaking pictures for the fame of it
Baby, I’m outchea so don’t worry
It was the streets that raising me, had to be dad and mama
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
Said I won’t gone make it, look how hard they hated
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty

Never had enough and now the bank, we break it
She say she love me ’cause I’m worthy
[Intro]
[Hook]
Did all this dirt and still ain’t dirty
I came from the dirt, now I’m living great
I was out there on the hustle
Baby, I’m outchea so don’t worry
Now my mama straight, I ain’t gotta push no weight
I’m in the field without no jersey

Gunna – Drip Or Drown

Codeine I sip with my lip, don’t get splattered
Run through this cash like family don’t matter
[Verse 1]
See how shit happened, I made it in rappin’
Designer down, ooh
Cool quarter mill in my Goyard duffle
I get me some Henn, she bend that shit over
I got woodgrain on my Damier Buckle
Shop around (hey)
Look at your bitch through these Dior bifocals
Pourin’ this Hi-Tech, I’m sippin’, relaxin’
Watch how I drip when I hit that Met Gala
Niggas ain’t eatin’, stop cappin’, you ain’t fastin’
Prayin’ for all of my bros like we Catholic
New Fendi runners, I feel athletic
Designer down, ooh
Cook in the kitchen, the dope smell like acid
I wiped his nose quickly, pass him a napkin (slime)
Born with the drip and just learned how to hustle
Got an addiction, in love with this fashion
Large amounts, ooh
It’s a Rolls Royce, and it comes with umbrellas
Shoppin’ at Barney, I drip like a model
FN ain’t plastic, put him in a casket
Racks in the quarter ounce (hey)
Drip or drown (hey)
Killin’ these hoes, need to call paramedics
[Chorus]

Drip or drown, ooh
Can’t get no sleep ’cause my life is all action
[Chorus]
Blowin’ this cash, it was times we ain’t have it
Vibes in LA, Gunna fuckin’ the baddest
I won again so you still gotta shuffle
VVS damn they pointers in my bezel

Pinstripe high waters, I dress like a golfer
They ain’t have the new born but I got baby bottles
Large amounts, ooh
Yeah, yeah
Doctor told me I got l lean in my bladder
Run that shit up, bought my partner a Patek
[Verse 2]
Lifetime of hats ’cause you always be cappin’
Two accounts (hey)
Drip or drown, ooh

We ride in foreigns, ain’t no more Impalas
Drip or drown (hey)
Pop off the tag, my partner just swear
Goyard pouch (hey)
Racks in the quarter ounce (hey)
They say lately I been lookin’ like dollars
Life is too grimy, I watch for the devil

2018 and that Porsche Carrera

Shop around (hey)
Two accounts (hey)
Fucked a snow bunny at my show at Coachella
Got twenty-one bitches, I must be a savage
[Intro]
We move too fast, it get slimy as ever
I got your back, feel the same pain together
Goyard pouch (hey)
Baby blue Jag made my mom feel better

D Double E – Better Than The Rest (feat. Wiley)

I got labels showing interest
I’m not a Drake, or a Wayne
I’m no basic but I am a next MC
Yeah everyting cool and bless

Skillwise big up my chest MC
Lyrical title, yeah, they’re after this
I tell my dons go fetch MC
Which soundboy wanna test?
Stick with the plan, stick with the program
D Double E and his right hand man
Can you smell that lemon zest?
If you see me with an empress
[Chorus: D Double E]

I’m better than the rest
Let’s quickly undress
I’m better than the rest
Yeah, you can hold this to the chest
I don’t care what your pump on your chest
I’m putting in more, not less
Nah, none of these men can’t test
I’m telling you, I am the best MC
You can make a bird call to the nest
Cuh us man are here still proving a lot
Them man are snorting too much coke
Them men are losing the plot
Look into my face and read my lips clearly
Right now, blud, I don’t care less
Wham, bam, thank you, maam
No hold back, no energy saving
And if I like your gyally
[Chorus: D Double E]
I’m better than the rest
‘Cause I’ll pump this in your chest (bluku)
Make a MC go home and sulk
In life, man have to progress
You can be my guest (bluku)
I want more success

Straight through your bulletproof vest (bluku)

Straight through your bulletproof vest (bluku)
Cuh nah, them man can’t show me the ropes
Yeah, you can hold this to the chest
Yeah, you can hold this to the chest
Nah, none of these men can’t test
‘Cause I’ll pump this in your chest (bluku)
[Chorus: D Double E]
Like who’s gonna test MC?
Blood, there’s no contest
Lyrical Incredible Hulk
[Verse 1: D Double E]

I don’t care what your pump on your chest
‘Cause I’ll pump this in your chest (bluku)
I’m a cheese lemon zest MC
No FaceTime, ring up or text MC
I’m putting in more, not less
I will bun them like cherry bomb
Dallas falcon crest MC
Them man can’t show me the ropes
You better check out the bum and breast
Cuh you can put me to the test
I got man that wanna invest
I get money and I get it in bulk
You can be my guest (bluku)
You can be my guest (bluku)
Man are OG, I know how to flex MC
I don’t know what them man are thinking
I’m putting in more, not less
Or a Jay-Z, or a Kanye West MC
I don’t know what them men are on
Don’t leave until you catch MC
Them boy there ain’t even half of this
Feel the fire blazing, blazing
Sizzling like steak in the pan
Straight through your bulletproof vest (bluku)
[Verse 2: Wiley]
Big up Lady Leshurr, big up your breast MC
I’m that lyrical arsonist
Yeah, let’s go home and rest
Nah, none of these men can’t test
Them man there must think it’s a joke
Them man there on a slippery slope
Keeping it overly real, cuh we can
I’m the best MC
I want more success, cuh

North, south, east to the west MC
I don’t care what your pump on your chest
[Verse 3: D Double E]

Snoop Dogg – Go On (feat. October London)

Playing mama dear, calm and clear
What you got to lose?
As we go on… (We go on)
Finna, bend a, corner, on a three wheel motion
This that time of the year
(Like we do) Like we do…
Here’s a little sun shinin’, drink and a summer breeze

I’m feeling hella good
Let’s smoke and ride…

Evolve while I elevate, take flight, levitate
I just wanna chill with you… (Chill with you)
Breakfast for dinner, I’m cold as a mother, but the summer ain’t the winter
Like we do… (Like we do)
When it’s hot outside… (Hot outside)
Yes I do!
BYOB, and the plates of food will be laid out for free
Let the wind blow, open up the window
Rock with Snoop Dogg and rejoice to this
(Oh!) I wanna rock ya, girl…

You done made it to see a whole ‘nother summer and it feel good
(Oh!) I wanna rock ya, girl…
What you need? (What you need?)
For everybody to be boisterous
You go off and we go on
I’m doin thangs that you never would
(We go on) As we go on…

Stop, now , top down through the neighborhood

Is put ya mind at ease… (Mind at ease)

(Like we do) Like we do…
Do-do-do, do-do-do Oh!
I wanna rock ya, girl… (Oh!)
What you got to lose?
(Chill with you) I just wanna chill with you…
I’m heading to the ocean, caravan full of cars
(If you feel the same, then let me know)
(If you feel the same, then let me know)
Here’s a little sun shinin’, drink and a summer breeze

As we go on… (We go on)
Let’s smoke and ride…
Baby if you feel the same, let me know

We have a barbeque to do at four
Do-do-do, do-do-do Oh!
What you got to lose?
Do-do-do, do-do-do Oh!
Neighborhood stars, up and down the boulevard
(What you need?) What you need?
Swimming pool party in the back on the low
Little kids get down, I’ll have a bus pull up with Tommy The Clown
Let’s smoke and ride…
When it’s hot outside… (Hot outside)
Yes I do!
(Mind at ease) Is put ya mind at ease…
And do that dance that’ll make your whole damn body hurt
Here’s a little sun shinin’, drink and a summer breeze
(What you need?) What you need?
Riding on a bike with my grandson at the park
Shined up my white walls, night falls
Now do The Jerk, get crunk, go to work
Baby if you feel the same, let me know
(If you feel the same, then let me know)
Yes I do!
That girl is poison like Bell Biv Devoe
Is put ya mind at ease… (Mind at ease)
It’s me and mines, it’s summertime
(Chill with you) I just wanna chill with you…
Baby if you feel the same, let me know
(Hot outside) When it’s hot outside…
Like surfin with the sharks, or shootin in the dark
We go, till we can’t go no more

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Chosen One (feat. Kodak Black)

I be going hard nigga
I just drop down to my knees, to the floor
Through the betrayal and the rain I stay the same
I start praying to my god to make ’em go

Draco baby, K banana clip, gon’ chop an eight
Through all this heartbreak and this pain I can’t change
I done grew up way too quick, too early
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Working hard, now my name getting bigger
But I love them shell cats that keep a thirty-eight
I’ll never be disguised nigga
And I’m never going broke again
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one, yeah
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
I’m a champion
I’m the chosen one, yeah
Thirty on me, Stephen Curry, use my jersey
I be going hard never exaggerate
Through the betrayal and the rain I stay the same
Feed a turkey, caught thirty
Dancing with the devil, fighting demons
Woah, yeah
[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
I’m a champion
Blue hundreds like a peacock, I got them birdies

My hopes to the ceiling
Take a look up in my eyes nigga
The chosen one, yeah
Don’t let nobody tell you different, you the greatest
I’m a warrior, that be my jersey
Project baby and I’m a baby with a baby
My lady hate the way that I be sleeping
Late at night no I can’t sleep, I’m like oh
Ninety baby catching burglaries or a murder case
Gotta stop playin’, now it’s time to be a man
And mama I been goin’ back crazy again
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one
I remember when I didn’t even believe in me
I got demons in my dreams, man I know
[Intro: Kodak Black & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Project Baby
The chosen one, yeah
Yeah the real ones stay here, the fake evaporate
I can’t give up on my mission
I was young when grandmama died nigga

Gotta do better for my children
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
I promise you that I’ma leave how I came

Through all this heartbreak and this pain I can’t change
Gotta stop playin’, now it’s time to be a man
Free G Pharaoh, damn they did you dirty
Hurt and I need some healing
I promise you that I’ma leave how I came
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
I’m the chosen one, yeah
Oh
I’m a champion
Say you know me, tell me how do you figure?
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I be going hard never over exaggerate
[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Comin’ up I grew up ’round killers

NBA winning, balling like I’m Stephen Curry
Show the world it took so long for me to see, didn’t we
NFL, never forget loyalty
Swear that I’m traumatized nigga
I’m going back crazy
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one

SZA – The Weekend (On SNL) (Live)

I need me at least ’bout four of them
Gettin’ all in your love
You take Wednesday, Thursday
10:30, no later than
I just keep him satisfied through the weekend
You’re like 9 to 5, I’m the weekend
Ayyy
I mean I’m saying what kind of deal, just two days?
[Verse 2]
Is you out with her?
On us, just tell me you want me, yeah
Bright ideas
Ayyy
Heard it’s her man too
Think I got it covered for the weekend
I don’t care long as you’re here by
Ready to take her place
Of knowin’ it’s selfish
Tuesday and Wednesday, Thursday and Friday
The feelin’ is reckless
10:30, no later than
[Chorus]

Drop them drawers, give me what I want
How you want me when you got a girl?
Make him lose his mind every weekend
And knowin’ I’m desperate

Bright ideas
Do it ’til it hurts less
Bright ideas
You’re like 9 to 5, I’m the weekend
Heard that’s her man
Then just send him my way
Drop them drawers, I know what you want
Think I got it covered for the weekend

You take Wednesday, Thursday
[Outro]
Heard it’s her man too
You say you got a girl
Fallin’ all over love, like
What you’ve been waitin’ for
Hanging out the back, all up in your lap

I gotta say I’m in the mood for a little bit more of that
Ayyy
We got bright ideas

How you want me?

[Verse 1]
More of them, more of you on me
Heard that’s her man
Tuesday and Wednesday, Thursday and Friday
[Chorus]
My man is my man is your man
Make him lose his mind every weekend
My man is my man is your man
We got bright ideas
What you’ve been missin’ on weekdays
Like is you comin’ home?
Monday and I’ll be at your door
Then just send him my way
My man is my man is your man
My man is my man is your man
I just keep him satisfied through the weekend
We got bright ideas
Ready to give you

SZA – Love Galore (On SNL) (Live)

Know you know better (true)
(true) Why you hit me when you know you know better?
Done with these niggas
You say, "La Flame, keep makin’ fire" (ooh)
Acting like we wasn’t more than a summer fling
They think you stupid, you know what I’m saying?
[Outro: SZA]

Love, love, love, ‘long as we got
With you baby, (true)
Love, love, love
I dust off these niggas
Only thing keepin’ me from droppin’ you right now
Me in a wreck—yah—, me in a mess (yah, yah)

Let me cum inside ya, let me plant that seed inside ya (ooh)
[Verse 2: SZA & Travis Scott]
Only thing that was real
I need, I need
I said farewell, you took it well (true)
Skrrr, skrrr on bitches (yah)

Love, love, love, ‘long as we got
Only thing I could feel, you feel me? (yah, feel me)
Get whatever I need, it’s about
I regret it, you gots a fetish
Personally, I’m surprised you called me after the things I said
Promise I won’t cry over spilled milk (ooh no, I won’t)
Tryna catch a P.O.V, yah (with you)
[Chorus: SZA]
Dated a few (straight up)
Should’ve never gave you my number, I did it with you (ooh)
All up in your city, lookin’ for you, uh
With you
I need, I need
Skrt down, you acting like me (yah)
Ass and titties, titties, only thing that stuck with, with me (with me)
With you baby, with you baby
I need, I need
Yuh, that’s that Mo City that side
Dig dirt on bitches, do it for fun
[Verse 1: SZA & Travis Scott]
Know your crew better than you do
Love, love, love, love
Gimme a paper towel, gimme another Valium
So why you bother me, why you bother me? (with you, baby)
I need, I need
‘Long as we got
[Intro: Travis Scott]
(yah) Why you bother me?
Right now (love)
[Chorus: SZA]
‘Cause you promised to put it down
I came to your city, lookin’ for lovin’ n’ licky
Only thing keepin’ me by your side now
Love on my ladies, luh-love to my ladies, uh (true)
Skrt skrt on niggas (yah)

Got me looking forward to weekends (yah)

You like to get me high, you don’t want no one beside ya
But see, Solána, if you don’t say something, speak up for yourself

Last time I checked you were the one that left (the one)
Gimme another hour or two, hour with you
[Skit]
(yah) Why you bother me when you know you got a woman?
Searchin’ for you like love
You like when I make fire
I don’t know these bitches (yah)

Love, love, love, love, ‘long as we got
You gots a problem, now it’s a problem, oh, no
Do it for fun

You’ll do whatever I want, get whatever I want
[Pre-Chorus: SZA & Travis Scott]
You all I rep—yah—, like my side I rep (yah)
Love, love, love, love, ‘long as we got
‘Long as we got
I be looking for ya (yah)
Don’t take it personal
Should’ve never let you hit it, I split it with you
Only thing keepin’ me by your side
Love however we want, it don’t matter (true)
Skrt up on niggas (true)

Why you bother me?
I need, I need
Call me looking for ya (yah)
(yah) Why you bother me when you know you don’t want me?
I don’t love these niggas
We do whatever we want, go wherever we want
[Chorus: SZA]

That you can’t come ’round at night, yuh (it’s lit)
Why you bother me?
[Verse 3: Travis Scott & SZA]
Don’t take it personal, baby

Asian Doll – Itty Bitty Bitches (Nicki Minaj Remix)

Can’t believe when you see me, stare at me like the news
Since I started, been the same
I did it with no deal and your mad
Scoring end zone

Put money on the table
Okay, I’m selling bitches swag
You know what the fuck I’m doing
I don’t pay attention, you an undercover hater
I don’t pay attention, you an undercover hater
You be sitting on the bleachers
Your fingers stank as shit
I gotta tell him, then I stroke it

[Verse 2]
Sell that pussy you a fraud
Grab a soda, bitch you over
What happened to you?
Taxing for a feature
[Bridge]
Now if you got a problem with the doll then spark it
See me do not post shit
These bitches tripping thinking that they nigga safe
Then go eat some Pappadeaux
[Hook]
I’m a youngin’, and a keeper
Feel no pressure, bitches feather
Put my pussy on his face he say he like the way I taste
You a actor

I’m giving bitches clout, link with me get clientele
FX nation, be a letter
I pop pussy on his nose
Diamonds on my face, when I think it’s like flash!
Keep up bitch, stop that acting
Fuck with me it cost a fee
Haha, yeah
Man these bitches bitter, I’ma send ‘em to an orphan
Niggas love me I don’t save ‘em
Donkey of the day
Quick to pop off, fake the mouth
Bitch I’m Asian, I’m a doll
Bitch!
Asian Doll, I’m the baddest of them all
Drop that nigga like a label (dropped his ass!)
Bitches been my sons
Pulling on my bundles, cause he bouta rock it so whip

You can never be me, why you envy, that’s a big deal
On my bad day bitch I’m better
How you figure you a bummy that’s a shame lil bitch
Aye, ride him twice, for the dick you know I might
Listen little mama you could never
Selling swag to the homeless, here a luncheable boo
Let me glow you up bitch
I’ma body any goofy bitch
I pop that pressure, you gon’ fold
I don’t gotta argue with him, he forget you for the night
I could’ve been your mama cause I’m fucking on your dad
Listen little mama you could never
And his mouth I like to soak
Let me school ‘em quick
But I ain’t Boosie bitch
Birthing bitches, nursing bitches
Big bars, pretty barb
Asian Doll shit, the doll way
Read you life, I come to post
Kiss the handkerchief
Bitch I be cooling it, bitches on that stupid shit
I’m just sitting on some acres
Only thing that you eating, six foot like a broom
[Verse 3]
Who got next, they saying me
I know they mad, I’m undefeated, I can’t tame I’m rich
And his mouth I like to soak
You a lil’ Felicia
Pop off at the mouth, I set it off
I pop that pressure, you gon’ fold
Niggas wanna know, but if she bout it

Ain’t a bitch that’s fucking with me
[Hook]
Your titties need a lift, that’s why your walking round sad
I only hop in foreigns, bitch my ego can obtain
Where your pen and paper
Then go eat some Pappadeaux
Feel no pressure, bitches feather
It’s a shame, you pushing a mustang
Now if you got a problem with the Doll then spark it
FX nation, be a letter
I’m a youngin’, and I’m spoiled
I’m the baddest in any motherfucking where I walk in, period
Put money on the table
Man these bitches bitter, I’ma send ‘em to the orphan
I pop pussy on his nose
[Verse 1]
Oh my bad day bitch I’m better

Cut the tree, and count the paper
Smack your ass since I released
Who you study trying to be
Thirsty for attention
Read you life, I come to post