Lil Wayne – Family Fued (Remix) (feat. Drake)

I want Arabian wealth
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I make you pay attention then rip your receipt in your face
Then got the heck out that shit
I come direct with my shit
These chickens got bird flu
Your bitch sweating my squad
He aiming at diapers today
My nigga spend a lifetime going platinum and gold
Six shit
I call her Steph ’round this bitch
Wait, we all in the same suit
Yeah, you know life is a movie, you niggas playing yourself
Don’t get my credit declined
Somebody get Larry Jackson on the phone
Build a treehouse and knocked the bird nest out that bitch
The eyes don’t lie until you blink them
But swear to god, I got money doing life in my safe
And we ain’t leaving the rake
The Angel and Lion are greats
I need some ownership if we pressing go
Fuck is the point in all the beefing when we really blood
This for my people and BAE
You call her Stephanie
For real
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
More Life, no dying
I come correct with my shit
Alright I got it
Give all the credit to moms
I want my piece of the cake
Super Bowl goals
I put the dick in her spine
I am the fat boy to dessert
One of them go "boutta bing"
I want Arabian wealth
Should we make a wish or should we make it right in this place?
Pick you off like picking peppers, Peter Piper today
A blank check on your face
I’m hiding the sky in her twinkle
Talked to the sniper, he say
Always sung, never flew
Yeah
I’m at the crib with Puff, he got Kaepernick on the phone
Just to show them how I treat the city like my humble abode
I taught these hoes how to love
I took the jet way to Africa
You snakes come make me a belt
Oh my god, it feel like I done life in this place

On some step mama shit
And they chirp, chirp too
Popeyes Hey whats for dinner?
And you know life is a movie, you niggas rating yourself
Here come the leaves, get the rake

Angel hair at 2AM for Bey and Hov
I’m Major Bison, Drizzy lit like Raiden light up the place
This for Cita and Nae
We made the cleaners escape
Here comes the leaves, get the rake
[Verse 1: Drake]
Or, too long like a sentence from a Philly judge
I taught these boys how to lean
I’m hall of fame in the booth, nigga
You playing with the right one today
Put on the gloves like MJ, go from OG to OJ
The mansion came with the sprinklers
Now back to whipping the baby

Yeah
I just hope there’s a point to watch you pussies play with yourselves
Please get the sweat out her eye
I make the crib, expanding pools, and expanding rooms
Shoutout my nigga Akon
Your flag is a white one today
That shit could get re-introduced if somebody got something they urging to prove, nigga
Although I bleeped in your face
Talked to your wifey today, she feeling triflin’ she say
It’s every baby for sale
I took the jet to Milan
I’m on a jet and it’s mine
Yeah
I took the jet to Dubai
Put some respect on my shit
I am the black god to the church
Inspiring to the youth
It’s Mortal Kombat tonight, it’s Street Fighter today
Damn, that’s some six shit
He should own half of the label, shit outta control
Much as we do nigga
If I ever see Trump he better salute niggas
I could care less about your squad
That’s truth, no boost, nigga
On my god, lightning striking twice in this place
‘Cause business is booming on behalf of me
Young Angel, Young Lion
Everybody gotta eat, we can’t exclude niggas
I need my paper long like "A Milli" verse

Branches starting to shake
These boys hide girls too
The best thing left ’round this bitch
[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
You playing with fire today
I don’t connect when I’m flying
And when I did, I took the special effect out of that shit
Hold up
I fucked the bitch in her prime
[Intro: Drake]
Adding Hammam Spas with tanning booths, nigga
Shoutout Guru for sending me the beat, too
I got three sons of a gun
He in a whole different mode
Nobody wins when the family feuds, nigga
Dedication 6, of course
I’m thinking about paying Wayne what Universal owes
I need a bite outta the Apple like Adam and Eve
All these mother fucking beef, I need some rice on this plate
But this isn’t all about calling truce
All you niggas some bitches, I feel like Hef ’round this bitch
Ayy, tell me if TD bank is approving loans
You snakes come make me a belt
This pudding taste like the proof, nigga
New Years Eve, looking like a royal flush
I flipped the bird at the bird
I am the landlord to the first
Stuck my neck out and shit
Keep the iron for the wrinkles
If money grow on trees, I climb and rest in that bitch
And she’ll be sweeter than cake
I just hope the weather is fine
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m still dishing out verbal abuse
Check me a right one today
So tell your squad I say "BLAOW" like Spice1 would say
Got two bangers, one of them go "boutta boom"
That’s some six shit
Them niggas keep me on safe
Tunechi F ’round this bitch
You wearing them tight ones today
We gon’ have to break the billi’ curse
You see blue face hundreds ’til you white in the face
My Karma making the news, nigga
It’s every man for themselves

H.E.R. – My Song

All the things you wanted me to be
When I’m feeling down
All that I’ve been wishing
Is every thing I’ve prayed for
All my cries and tears

Right here in my heart
[Verse 2]

[Pre-Chorus]
It don’t matter the time or the place
You would take the away the pain
You make it all better now
With you by my side I’m not afraid
For you to make it better now
Ain’t nobody else gotta be around
They all just disapear
Right here
I know that when I listen
Right here from the start
I find what I’ve been missing
Right here in my heart
Right here, here
[Verse 1]
I wanna run away with you
[Chorus]
When no one else seems to be getting through
You make it all better now
Don’t wanna be alone
[Chorus]
When I hear you name
[Verse 3]
You are still, oh right here
Right here

Found what I’ve been missing
I know that when I listen
Uhhh, yeah

Through the storm the sun still shines
All that I’ve been wishing
[Pre-Chorus]
I can love you forever now
Let me get myself together now
I know this is my home
Right here, right here, right here
You were right here from the start
Don’t wanna be alone
When I hear the sound

Let me sing my song
Right here
[Intro]
Still right here
Put a smile up on my face
Let me get myself together now
Right here, right here
Right here
Mmm, mm, mm
When I hear you name
I thank you every day for
Right here

When the weight of the world is on my shoulders
When I hear the sound
All my doubts and fears
Everything that you’ve told me
Let me sing my song
For you to make it better now
I found what I’ve been missing
I find what I’ve been missing
Just take me to places I’ve never known
Put a smile up on my face
You are still right here
Ain’t nobody else gotta be around
Let me sing my song
It don’t matter the time or the place
When ever you, were near

So let me sing my song
So let me sing my song
When I’m feeling down
Only you can tell wants going on
Right here, here, here, here
Let me sing my song
I know this is my home
Right here
I can love you forever now

Ski Mask the Slump God – WTF!?

This the man I’m with the millions
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
(Umm, here’s your tissue)
Unless she stank, smell like a Chef Boyardee
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Terio, ohh, kill ’em!
Yup, I needed it
Achoo, I’m blessed
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Yuh, we just started from the top, yuh
[Chorus]
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Like I’m the Kennedy, got lotta green on me

Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
No you not, no you not
What the– Ayy! What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy! What the fuck?

Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Beat down that pussy then dust off my knuckles
I’m the shit, what’s it to ya?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
There is a lot in the verse
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
And she from Italy, she got the sausage
I am a bad boy, don’t wear no seat buckle
[Chorus]
(Don’t get fucked up!)
Huh? Huh? Huh? What did you say?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Talkin’ ’bout Kennedy, she said I’m awesome!

Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Just for my jewelry, ’cause it be tripping B
Uh Ayy!
[Verse 1]
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy! What the fuck?
X came with Tank, basquiat came to paint
[Chorus]
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!
Pause, Then I’ma stunt

Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
[Verse 2]

Ayy, you not savage so keep that shirt tucked
[Intro]
It’s how I walked up in the building
When it’s yo’ auntie saying hallelujah!
Ayy Tony
Walk the damn plank, on yo’ bitch I plank
Don’t ask me why ’cause I don’t look like you
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?

Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
(Don’t get fucked up!)
I’m as high as hands up in the sky
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Hey, do you like curse words?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Lights, they on the front
What else? What else? What else? Dust off my knuckles
Umm, repeat, yuh
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy! What the fuck?
Yachty pulled up in a new ‘Cedes truck (that’s nice)

Alabama – Down Home

[CHORUS]
Down home
Gathered round on a checkered board
Way down home
Kids drivin’ round the old town square

Down Home
Those of us raised up
A mans good word and a hand shake are all you need
Things move at a slower pace
Down Home
Down Home
Old men telling lies and crownin’ kings
If there fallin’ on hard times they can fall back home
If they’re fallin’ on hard times they can fall back home
Go and see what’s shakin’ at the Dairy Queen
A little dot on the state road map
And these days that’s a special way of life
In the corner of the hardware store
Folks know
Down Home
Down Home

A mans good word and a hand shake are all you need
Down Home

If they’re fallin’ on hard times they can fall back home
Those of us raised up

Where they know you by name and treat you like family
Where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down Home
A mans good word and a handshake are all you need

Down Home
That’s where I was born and where I’ll die

Way down home
Nobody’s in a rat race
Folks know
[CHORUS]
Just off of the beaten path
Folks know
Cops roll down int he cool night air
Down Home
Folks know
Those of us raised up down home

Where they know you by name and treat you like family
Those of us raised up down home

When I was a boy I couldn’t wait to leave this place
But now I wanna see my children raised
Down Home
If they’re fallin’ on hard times they can fall back home
Down Home

Allie X – Casanova (feat. Vérité)

(You’re no casanova)
Hit me on my blind side
I can’t leave alone
(You’re no casanova)
With a real dark agenda
Got to let you go
But I know, yeah, I know that…
Casanova fucked me over
I can’t leave alone

Now you’re all I’m thinking of
Casanova fucked me over

You can turn a believer

To a damn dirty sinner
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
Left me dying for your love
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Left me on the floor
Left me dying for your love
[Post-Chorus]
[Verse 1]
Left me dying for your love
You can turn a believer
I’m outside waiting for your love on the boulevard
Casanova, casanova
I got nothing to hide, if I kiss you, might die
Casanova, casanova
I’m here dancing on the edge of the night
Now I can see the bright light
Body getting cold

[Post-Chorus – Extended]

Cause I’m shaking up with fear
Now I can see the bright light

You’re no casanova

You’re a heavenly creature
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
Casanova, casanova
Now I can see the bright light
Casanova fucked me over
Body getting cold
Hit me on my blind side
Blowing smoke in my eyes like you
Am I having a seizure?
Hit me on my blind side
Now you’re all I’m thinking of

No one’s walking the line like you

But I know, yeah, I know that…
Left me dying for your love
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
Casanova fucked me over
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
There’s something ’bout your touch that
Casanova, casanova (casanova, ooh)
Got to let you go
[Pre-Chorus]
(You’re no casanova)
I’m sleepwalking with a hand full of blue dice
I feel danger on your lips but it tastes good
[Outro]
You’re no casanova
[Chorus]
You’re a heavenly creature
[Chorus]

Casanova fucked me over
Casanova, casanova
(You’re no casanova)

With a real dark agenda
Casanova, casanova
My heart listens to the sound of your war drum
There’s something ’bout your touch that
Cause I’m shaking up with fear
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
I can’t leave alone

[Post-Chorus]

Left me on the floor
You’re no casanova
[Bridge]
[Verse 2]
Left me dying for your love
Am I having a seizure?
No one’s giving me life like you
[Pre-Chorus]
Got to let you go
To a damn dirty sinner
I’m here lying on the bed of your tongue
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
One Hail Mary for the hole in my heart
Left me dying for your love
Steady tiptoeing to your neck of the woods
Casanova, casanova
Casanova fucked me over
Left me on the floor
Casanova fucked me over
[Chorus]
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
Casanova, casanova
Left me dying for your love

Casanova fucked me over
There’s something ’bout your touch that
Body getting cold

Old Dominion – Written In The Sand

And you won’t say the words that i want but you flirt when you’re drinkin’

Turn me on turn me off then you turn me back on by the weekend
Your makeup is next to my toothbrush but you never put it away on the shelf
Are we last call kissing or will we be reminiscing with each other for the next forty years

Are we names in a tattoo, or just a number on a hand
[Chorus]
Yeah, I want you to want me to take you back home to my mama
Are we names in a tattoo, or just a number on a hand
I’m asking you baby ’cause i’m tired of asking myself
[Verse 1]
Are we last call kissing or will we be reminiscing with each other for the next forty years
Are we written in the stars baby, or are we written in the sand
Are we just a backseat, tryna get it while we can
Put my name on your lips call me yours and forget all this drama
Are we written in the stars, baby, or are we written in the sand
Are we last call kissing, are we dancing in the kitchen, baby tell me what it is or what it isn’t

Are we just a backseat, tryna get it while we can
[Verse 2]
I see those bubbles pop up like you’re texting then they disappear
Are we written in the stars, baby, or are we written in the sand
Are we written in the stars baby, or are we written in the sand
[Chorus]
Lets cut through the shit then let’s get to what we’re doing here
Are we just a backseat, tryna get it while we can
Are we names in a tattoo, or just a number I should wash right off my hand
[Outro]

Cash Cash & Dashboard Confessional – Belong

I belong with, I belong with you
[Chorus]
You, you
And yeah, I belong with you
The sun on your face and a song in the air

We’ve got nothing to answer for
You belong with me
[Verse 1]
Get in the car, I’ll drive
[Verse 2]

[Verse 1]

[Chorus]
Get in the car, I’ll drive

Feel the wind blowing in your hair
Where you go, I’ll go
You, you
So let’s just enjoy the ride

With you, you

And I belong with you
We can go wherever the road decides for
We can go wherever the road decides
‘Cause I belong with you
I belong with, I belong with you

We got no place to be on time
[Chorus]
Or some place we’ve never been before
And I belong with you

You belong with me
‘Cause you, you belong with me
With you, you
We don’t got no map and we don’t got plans
And I belong with you
You, you
And I belong with you
‘Cause I belong with you
[Chorus]
I belong with, I belong with you
Reach out and take my hand
I belong with, I belong with you
Where you go, I’ll go
We can head for the shore
You belong with me
We got no place to be on time
We got the radio pumping jams
We can go as fast as we ever dare
We don’t gotta follow anyone’s demands
‘Cause you, you belong with me
[Bridge]
You belong with me
You, you
Just climb in and close the door
So let’s just enjoy the ride
‘Cause you, you belong with me
Until we see tomorrow in the rearview mirror
And I belong with you
And I belong with you
I belong with, I belong with you

Future – Hate In Your Soul

You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
[Chorus]
And I’m in Chanel and Prada
[Intro]
I sit in the back of the whip like this
You in them cuts ’cause that’s your hiding ritual
(I know that’s your favourite drink)
Nigga, bleedin’ from your backside
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
You see how niggas think about you?
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
You hit that block an’ get in it

Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
I keep a strap on me Osama, you know I came and conquered

Yeah, just rolling that dank up
You at your grandma house, you posted up
Bitch my clique notorious
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

You used to glorify this life, nigga
[Chorus]

[Chorus]
I’m takin’ this personal nigga like Monica
A couple years ago, selling blow in Mexico
Niggas ain’t never did fly with us
[Verse 2]
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
Now I pull up in the ‘Rari, I’m in my hood
One for the money, yes Sir, two for the show
I do what I want, I go fuck up some commas
You put that chopper on IG
Bet you can’t come close to this
Was a starter, something good
[Verse 1]
‘Boutta take a long vacation
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
I put the hustle in front of me, you know a nigga a monster

You know a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any time
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
Yeah, them niggas took your life, nigga
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You ready to let it go to make ’em how to believe it
Niggas ain’t never wanted no war with us
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You hit your block an’ get in it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Now, you layin’ on the pavement

You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
Pour out Hennessey for you
Before you tell your mamma, you need to run it by me
Got a bankroll like I’m still serving that fish scale
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
Tried to tell them niggas think outside the box
I did a girl in private, she don’t wanna hide it
Pour some Hennessey for you
I know that’s your favourite drink, nigga

Louis The Child – Last To Leave (feat. Caroline Ailin) (Lyric Video)

When it’s clear to everybody
And when all the lights come on
Here I am
You told me that you needed space
I’m the last to leave the party

And when all the lights come on
I heard what you said
Don’t know when it’s time to go
I’m always the last to know
When it’s clear to everybody

Don’t know when it’s time to go
But I’m not ready yet
It’s just me
I’m really good at starting but I don’t know when it has to end
But I’m not ready yet
Dancing on my own
I don’t know what you meant
I’m always the last to know
You’re leaving in reality I’m staying in pretend
I don’t even notice, I don’t even notice
Here I am
Don’t know when it’s time to go
You took it off the table then I put it back again
Cuz I’m the last to leave
It’s just me
I don’t even notice, I don’t even notice

Cuz I’m the last leave
Like I don’t notice that you left

Here I am
It’s just me
Dancing on my own
All alone
And when all the lights come on

You said that all we did is fight, that’s not how I remember it
I’m the last to leave the party
I heard what you said
Here I am
And you’re gone
Here I am
And you’re gone
Cuz I’m the last leave
When it’s clear to everybody
I’m the last to leave the party

But here I am

Like I don’t notice that you left
Jumping in together whether it was sink or swim
Here I am
I’m always the last to know
I don’t even notice, I don’t even notice
Like I don’t notice that you left

Holding On
I don’t even notice, I don’t even notice
Here I am
Dancing on my own
But I’m not ready yet
I heard what you said

SahBabii – Marsupial Superstars (feat. T3)

I got more sauce than a pizza
(You ain’t gotta be shy girl)
You can’t suck dick, you too pretty huh

I keep a K like Sicilian

She’s a vegetarian and she still ate my meat
I wanna fuck a amphibian
[Verse 1: T3]
[Verse 2: SahBabii]
We some marsupial, superstars
I need a Brenda and Cindy, I ain’t talking scary movie
Baby let me freak you up down, up down, turn around
Swag make a bitch toot it up

I wanna fuck a amphibian
Getting dumb head, stupid on em
Break the bed legs, now we on the floor
Diamonds straight out of the freezer
You can’t suck dick, you too pretty huh
Ayayayaya ooohwuuu
She too wet wet, let me fish on it
Almost gave me a asthma attack
Bitch screaming like a Indian
I keep a K like Sicilian
Things ain’t what it seems, I’m twinkling yeah
I want the top, who you fooling yah
Yellow diamond like who pissed on me
Baby let me turn you upside, upside down
Real Mr. Clean yeah
You can’t suck dick, you too pretty huh
Bitch screaming like a Indian
I wanna fuck a amphibian
I want the top, who you fooling yah
Making dumb bread cause I’m shitting on em
Couple hittas with them dicks on them
[Hook: SahBabii]
Put my cinnamon in her apple jacks
Ayayayaya ooohwuuu
Bitch screaming like a Indian
We some marsupial, superstars
I might just bust it no Pinky, titanic diamonds bitch I’m sinking
Baby girl say she too pretty, red hair bitch Wendy’s
[Hook: SahBabii]
[Hook: SahBabii]
I’m vegan throw that apple back

I want the top, who you fooling yah
I want a bitch with big booty yah
I keep a K like Sicilian
But you can’t get cunnilingus
I want a bitch with big booty, yah
I want a bitch with big booty yah
We some marsupial, superstars
Ayayayaya ooohwuuu

Tekno – Only One

My girl you are the only one for me
Canadian girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)
My girl you are the only one for me
Baby girl you do me truly, truly

You are the only one for me
You are the only one for me
Loving, love the way you whine that
Canadian girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)
You are the only one for me

Canadian girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)
You are the only one for me
London girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)

London girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)

Loving, love the way you whine that
My love, my love, my love, my love
Caribbean girls come whine it, whine it, oh

I say, London girls come whine it for me, oh (come whine it for me)
You are the only one for me

Whine it, whine it, oh (come whine it for me)
Loving, love the way you whine that
My girl you are the only one for me
I say, London girls come whine it for me, oh (come whine it for me)
You are the only one for me

Caribbean girls come whine it, whine it, oh
Loving, love the way you whine that
Baby girl you do me, do me, do me
My love that I never seen before
Oh, wataman no sure, slimdaddy say
You are the only one for me
Loving, love the way you whine that
You are my love, my love, my love, my love
My baby blow my parara
My baby blow my parara…
Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that
My baby girl you give me love
Loving, love the way you whine that
Baby girl you do me, do me, do me
Whine it, whine it, oh (come whine it for me)

The one that I never seen before

Baby girl you do me truly, truly
You are the only one for me
Loving, love the way you whine that
Say baby girl you give me more
Loving, love the way you whine that

Many girls can whine for me, only you I see
Amaka you are my fantasy, my indomie

Caribbean girls come whine it, whine it, oh
London girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)
Loving, love the way you whine that
Whine it, whine it, oh (come whine it for me)

I say, London girls come whine it for me, oh (come whine it for me)
(Legendary Beatz)
Loving, love the way you whine that
You are the only one for me

Joyce Wrice – Good Morning (On A Colors Show) (Live)

I’ll be waiting when you find me
Because I’m waiting on you (waiting on you)
Seven o’clock in the morning
I need
I ‘ve been thinking a lot, yeah
Because I’m all up on you
I’ve been thinking about one thing mostly, yeah, yeah

Because I’m all up on you

All up on you (all up on you)
I need you now

You deserve a man who will do it how you want it
Make a move
Is get up on top of me, me
Early in the morning
All up on it
Is it seven o’clock?
All up on you

All I want you to do
You got me looking at my watch every minute
Why I need you
All up on it

I need you now
Then you come behind me, remind me
I want you now
All up on you (all up on you)
I want
Is get up on top of me, me
I’m waiting on you, you yeah yeah
Seven o’clock in the morning
It must be when I’m dreaming
Is it seven o’clock?
Early in the morning
I want you now
Is it seven o’clock?
I said I’m waiting on you, you (waiting on you)
I need you now (need you now)
Please if you feel me throw your hands…
Wake me up in my dreams
Said I want you now

All I want you to do
Want you to come on over even if I’m asleep
You deserve a man who will do it how you want it

Pusho – Guerra

Ya la cosa está mala, no digan que no hay roze
Ah!
[Verso 2]
Saca la caja ‘e crayola
Y voy pa’ dentro a tumbarte los postes como María
‘Tan cagau, se esconden debajo ‘e la tierra
Y se les queda la corta en la Ferra cuando se caen
Y se les queda la corta en la Ferra cuando se…
Y se les queda la corta en la Ferra cuando se caen
[Coro]
[Coro]
‘Tan cagau, se esconden debajo ‘e la tierra

Y se les queda la corta en la Ferra cuando se caen
OreooBeatzzz

Si ustedes quieren guerra bajen pa’ ‘onde mí

Y a nombre de ustedes prendo un turro
Se van corriendo cuando gritan "guerra"

Es mejor que entreguen la patenta
Me la paso bebiendo to’ los días del calendario
Estoy en la 66, ya voy a ciento treinta
CPW
Ninguno ‘e ustedes jala, to’ el mundo los conoce
Porque siempre ando con Luigi como Mario (waja!)
Hoy salgo pa’ la calle sin miedo a morir
Se van corriendo cuando gritan "guerra"
En la cocina está el chef, cuando reparta la res
Hoy vamos pa’ dentro con diez en la esterra
Y si los pillo en la yola se muere hasta el que rema
Me quieren dar y se los susurro, pero siempre me les escurro
‘Tan cagau, se esconden debajo ‘e la tierra
Kronix Magical
Porque de donde vengo pa’ morir nacimos

Chorro ‘e caga’o
Yefron
‘Tan cagau, se esconden debajo ‘e la tierra
Y hacer ticket pa’ botarlo como Almighty a Custom
Y la pruebe, le voy a quitar los kioskos a tu jefe
Y se les queda la corta en la Ferra cuando se caen
Hoy vamos pa’ dentro con diez en la esterra
Hoy vamos pa’ dentro con diez en la esterra
Se van corriendo cuando gritan "guerra"
La Casa Blanca, nadie la tuvo que impulsar
[Intro]
El Callejon
Prrr
Nosotros no estamos pa’ arreglar
O me meto a tu besinda, como señor barriga a cobrarte la renta
Woo! Woo!

[Verso 1]
Pusho!
Ellos dicen que son títeres y nunca han vendi’o un churro
En la botella tengo cien relojes sin usar

Me canse de las porquerías, hoy salgo de casería
Se van corriendo cuando gritan "guerra"
Me deja pa’ que mis bisnietos toda la vida sean millonarios
Pa’ que llames a FEMA, entre la lluvia extrema
Que rompieron la palabra y se lo advertimos
Ye!
Estoy puesto pa’ abusar, no se vayan a acusar
Ahora no quieran aperentar

Ah!

[Coro]
El MVP
Esto es Casa Blanca Records

Hoy vamos pa’ dentro con diez en la esterra
Los guardias no se dan cuenta, cuando pongo sport el Q50
‘Tan cagau, se esconden debajo ‘e la tierra
Se van corriendo cuando gritan "guerra"
Y ahora tengo una franquisia que a diario
Y traerme a Chris Paul pa’ Houston (Pusho!)
‘Tan cagau, se esconden debajo ‘e la tierra
Wooh!
Hoy vamos pa’ dentro con diez en la esterra
No salgo del banco, vo’a hacer un cuarto en la sucursal

[Outro]
Se van corriendo cuando gritan "guerra"

Y se les queda la corta en la Ferra cuando se caen
Hoy vamos pa’ dentro con diez en la esterra
Volvio el MVP
Yo brinque de los caballos pa’ los burros

Anthony Gonzalez & Gael García Bernal – Un Poco Loco (From “Coco”)

[MIGUEL]
The liberties you’re taking
I’ll count it as a blessing

The loco that you make me
Ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor Where should I put my shoes?
The way you keep me guessing, I’m nodding and i’m yesing
The sense that you’re not making
You make me un poco loco, un poquititito loco
[ENSEMBLE]

[MIGUEL]
[HECTOR & MIGUEL]
Un poquititititititititi-titititito loco!
Leaves my cabeza shaking
Ahhhhhh-ahhoo ayy!
You say, "put them on your head!" Ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor
What color’s the sky? Ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor
He’s just un poco crazy
Leaves my cabeza shaking
He’s just un poco crazy
Leaves my cabeza shaking
He’s just un poco crazy
That I’m only un poco loco
You tell me that it’s red, ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor

You’re just un poco loco

It is just un poco crazy
[HECTOR]

[HECTOR & MIGUEL]
Leaves my cabeza shaking
Leaves my cabeza shaking
He’s just un poco crazy

El Alfa & El Jefe – Suave

Bailame en el tubo
Acere que bola
suave…
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
Ella me dice que le gustan los plátanos, maduros…
que tu papi se quiere vaciar (x2)
Ella me dice que le gustan los plátanos, maduros…
mi nombre es nicolas y ella grita "más duro"
lo mejor que me ha pasado
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
Ella me dice que le gustan los plátanos, maduros…

Suave…
Vamos para Miami
yo me pongo loco cuando tu me mueves el culo

pórtate bien que te voy a pagar las tet**
todos los días, tu no me puedes pichar
Yo me he montado más en aviones

Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
yo te amo cuando tu lo mueves suave
bailame en el tubo
que en motores para el café
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
Esto se fue mundial, a mi hay que bailame
Estoy convencido, de que tu eres

Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
tu lo sabes, que tu cul* es grande
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…

Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
Chael
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…

Yo te doy lo que tu quieras bailame en el tubo
170 libras con cuarto y sin barriga
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
El AlfA
yo tengo más casas propias que el señor barriga

tu me gustas demasiado toma esa jeepeta

Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…

yo se que te va agustar, tu te pones de espaldas
Suave…
Ella me dice que le gustan los plátanos, maduros…
Suave…
en el estreet club, tiro pesos por un tubo
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…