Bruno Mars – Finesse (Remix) (feat. Cardi B)

Oh, blame it on your measurements

Out here drippin’ in finesse
I went from dollar bills, now we poppin’ rubber bands
Don’t it feel so good to be us, ay?
I watch the whole room change
Nothing can stop us tonight
You know it, you know it
It don’t make no sense
Don’t it feel so good to be us, ay?
It don’t make no sense
Fellas grab your ladies if your lady fine
Out here drippin’ in finesse
Yeah we got it goin’ on, got it goin’ on
It don’t make no sense
It’s my big Bronx boogie, got all them girls shook
We out here drippin’ in finesse
You know it, you know it
It don’t make no sense
Oh, blame it on your measurements
Yeah, I know we’ll turn heads forever
No my baby don’t play
Out here drippin’ in finesse

Out here drippin’ in finesse
When I’m walkin’ with you

Shut that shit down on sight

Yeah we got it goin’ on, got it goin’ on
That’s right
Bruno sang to me while I do my money dance like
Girl we got it goin’ on

Don’t it feel so good to be us, ay?
You know it, you know it
Bossed up and I changed the game (you see me)
We out here drippin’ in finesse
Out here drippin’ in finesse
We out here drippin’ in finesse
Ladies grab your fellas and let’s do this right

Blame it on my confidence
Shut that shit down on sight
Now slow it down for me baby
My big, fat ass got all them boys hooked
Yeah we got it goin’ on, got it goin’ on
Tell her she the one, she the one for life
[Chorus: Bruno Mars]
Yeah we got it goin’ on, got it goin’ on
Diamonds up and down my chain
That’s right
[Bridge: Bruno Mars & Cardi B]
[Pre-Chorus: Bruno Mars]
We out here drippin’ in finesse
[Verse 1: Cardi B]
You know it, you know it
Cardi B, straight stuntin’, can’t tell me nothin’
Yeah we got it goin’ on, got it goin’ on
[Verse 3: Bruno Mars]
You know it, you know it
There’s a reason why they watch all night long
It don’t make no sense
Ooh, don’t we look good together?
Yeah we got it goin’ on, got it goin’ on
You know it, you know it
So tonight I’m gonna show you off
Don’t it feel so good to be us, ay?
If you’re on one like me in mind
‘Cause I love the way it feels when we grind
Blame it on my confidence
[Verse 2: Bruno Mars]
Yeah we got it goin’ on, got it goin’ on
Yeah we got it goin’ on, got it goin’ on
[Bridge: Bruno Mars & Cardi B]
Drop top Porsche, Rollie on my wrist
Aye, flexin’ on the gram like (aye!)
[Chorus: Bruno Mars]
Girl we got it goin’ on
I watch the whole room change
We out here drippin’ in finesse
We out here drippin’ in finesse
When I’m walkin’ with you
Out here drippin’ in finesse
Baby, that’s what you do
Ladies grab your fellas and let’s do this right

Oh, yeah we drippin’ in finesse, getting paid (ow!)
[Pre-Chorus: Bruno Mars]
Baby, that’s what you do
If you’re on one like me in mind
[Chorus: Bruno Mars]
Hit the Lil Jon, okay (okay), okay (okay)
It don’t make no sense
Tell her she the one, she the one for life
No my baby don’t play

Fellas grab your ladies if your lady fine
Yeah, our connection’s so magnetic on the floor

Chloe X Halle – The Kids Are Alright

We just wanna have some fun
We all, we alright
Workin’ ain’t no nine to five
Brings us always down to ride
Turn around and show you, I could bless you with some culture
[Chorus]
We don’t really care about the trends you like to follow

We down to ride
Don’t let them get you strung
It’s some love for everyone
The kids are alright
The kids are alright
[Bridge]
[Chorus]
Yeah the kids are alright (whoo!)

Do it while you young
We all, we all, we alright
Yeah the kids are alright
Yeah the kids are alright
Everything is new cause we about that innovation
Yeah the kids are-
Ooh let me put you on
Don’t listen to them lies
California that’s a vibe
That’s the move yeah that’s the one
We all, we alright!
Oooh
Oooh
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
[Chorus]
You know, you know that’s the life
We all, we all, we alright
Pass it ’round when you get done
We all, we all, we alright
Better meditate, get (?) state
We all, we alright
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Hoh!)

You know, you know that’s the life
Yeah, the kids are-
[Verse 1]
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah (Hoh!)
California that’s a vibe
The kids are alright
Oooh
You know what they say, they here today and gone tomorrow
We all, we all, we alright
If I’m in the mood I get as ratchet as I wanna
Don’t let them tell you none

Yeah the kids are alright
[Pre-Chorus]
We wanna have some fun
We all, we alright
The kids are alright
We all, we all, we alright
Call it how we see it we a genius generation
Oooh
Stop following the hype
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Hoh!)

The kids are alright
Workin’ ain’t no nine to five!
We all, we all, we alright
[Pre-Chorus]
The kids are alright
That’s the move yeah that’s the one (the one)
The kids are alright
Yeah the kids are alright

The kids are alright
We all, we alright
[Outro]
Pass it ’round when you get done
We all, we alright!

[Verse 3]
Oooh
Yeah the kids are-
Oooh

It’s some love for everyone
Better go and get your life

Plies – Rock

The best the I got
Shawty be wet
She is my rock, ock, ock, ock, ock, ock, ock
Dope in the pot
Beat down the block
Shawty be wet

She is my rock, ock, ock, ock, ock, ock, ock
Finesse for the check she get it from me
The best the I got
She is my rock, ock, ock, ock, ock, ock, ock
What can I say she realer than most
I call her bae but to me she the goat

Beast with the box
She is my rock, ock, ock, ock, ock, ock, ock
She know how to grind, she hustle like me
Dope in the pot
Beat down the block
She a lil rider just like her friend
Dope in the pot
Hold down the spot
She is my rock, ock, ock, ock, ock, ock, ock
Beast with the box
She is my rock, ock, ock, ock, ock, ock, ock
She is my rock, she is my queen
She is my rock, ock, ock, ock, ock, ock, ock
The best the I got
Dope in the pot
[Hook]
My numero uno, she can come first
She is my rock
The best the I got
She ain’t a member, she is the team
Dope in the pot
[Hook]
Beat down the block
She is my rock, ock, ock, ock, ock, ock, ock
Beast with the box
Her and her mama, cool as a fan
Shawty be wet
Beast with the box
She is my rock
[Hook]
She is my rock

Bust at the op
Beast with the box
I give her the world that’s what she deserve

When I need a shoulder, that’s where I lean
She is my rock, ock, ock, ock, ock, ock, ock
Beast with the box

Things go left, I hit her first
Shawty be wet
The best the I got
She my lil rock, whats mine is hers
She is my rock
Bust at the op
Like shawty told me whats mine is hers
Bust at the op
She is my rock
Shawty be wet
Beat down the block
[Verse 1]

She is my rock
Shawty be wet
When I’m on the go, she know where I be

She my lil rock, she ain’t a bird
She don’t stay stagnant she chasing her dreams
She more than a hundred, that ain’t even a word
Beast with the box
The best the I got
The best the I got
Things go right, I spoil her first
Hold down the spot
When things get ugly, she don’t get ghost
She is my rock, ock, ock, ock, ock, ock, ock
Bust at the op
She is my rock, ock, ock, ock, ock, ock, ock
Shawty be wet
She is my rock, ock, ock, ock, ock, ock, ock
Shawty was there fore I had them bands
Dope in the pot
Bust at the op
Bust at the op
[Verse 2]
Beat down the block

[Verse 3]

Bust at the op
She cute in a dress, she cute in some jeans
She is my rock, ock, ock, ock, ock, ock, ock
Hold down the spot
Beat down the block
Hold down the spot
She is my rock
Hold down the spot
Dope in the pot
Hold down the spot
She is my rock, ock, ock, ock, ock, ock, ock
Ship was sunking she stayed on the boat
Beat down the block
[Hook]
I love a woman, who love her man
Hold down the spot

Daz Dillinger – Hard Life (feat. The Twinz)

We tryna flip somethin; like a drop Benz, sittin on dubs
Ridin low, flippin on bitches, blowin on bud
I just got off the private plane, doin a show with the Big and Tel
Happy to ball, ghetto stars, the other side of the globe
We had the whole party Get Low on the flo’
Rockin straight jean suits and Timberlands
Got it locked now, keepin it locked down
Sweepin up the change from the block
On the block collectin knots – it ain’t no love
We tryna flip somethin; like a drop Benz, sittin on dubs
My team; a lot like acid, leavin shit sizzlin
Bitch! (bitch) ya know (bitch!) bitch..
He said, "No problem, I’ll be there in less than five whole minutes"
Man we can see the final finishes
Get Paid, all about the cheddar, square-ass nigga
Dick bustin through yo’ pussy hair
Thinkin about the night before at the show
E-B-K, get yo’ wig pushed from the cake
Blow a tree to maintain, do assault for petty change
Man I devour emcees, spittin verses over trees

[Hook] – 2X
So if ya next to me ya better be about it
Somehow found it unbelievable to be unbeatable
I’m finna see a bid so please
[Guce]

I didn’t trip though, till I seen one of them niggas
From Highgrove to hittin switches
The twins, got me on the hustle after ends
I can’t allow it, mob shit bitch can’t live without it
Money over bitches, ridin on dubs, these bitches
Bent like L-Bone so the competition quilted
Tired as hell, we happy to be back in Pimp City
Time is timid, so bring the bulletproof vest too
To put yourself in jepordy cuz shit done got crowded
We tryna flip somethin; like a drop Benz, sittin on dubs
Kiss the motherfuckin fo’ five
The Cardier make a hoe stare
Nigga believe this, I ain’t lyin, man that’s it we film it

[The Commisiona]
I’m that nigga that you scared of!
When the Glock shot, it’s all day everyday – we bang
Ridin low, flippin on bitches, blowin on bud
After I got off the stage, niggas were scarin hoes with a penis
We live the life of thugs; slangin drugs and duckin slugs
We live the life of thugs; slangin drugs and duckin slugs
I spilt it, worldwide to all the newses
Outta towners glass ballers, and I guess some of these niggas flawless
We live the life of thugs; slangin drugs and duckin slugs
On the block collectin knots – it ain’t no love
Ridin low, flippin on bitches, blowin on bud
Split ya, rippin yo’ pockets on the regular
Have a motherfucker lookin for me overseas
Hatin on a playa – the mob gon’ getcha

We rippin fleshes, tearin intestines out of chestes
Turnin G’s to millions, the millions into billions
With a hollow for you, penalty for disrespectin
We ride southside, westcoast on mind
Ghetto celebrity, thuggin till the death of me
Slidin in my two-thousand Caddy

Here we go again (go again) the Hen’ got a nigga tilted
Cuz I’m tryna make this shit happen for my children
Slip this other nigga a pistol
Gettin jiggy, makin the crowd astonished the way we minglin
You know pursuin the paper, treat my destiny
Hit him up Mobbalotti, runnin from the one time
Drinkin bullies with the gang, westcoast connect mayne
Get Paid Mafia, shinin like diamonds
All in the wind and keep far from the pen
In my eyes, facin competition we unseeable
With the black revolver – they lookin at us like we shystie
On the block collectin knots – it ain’t no love
Even then get a testin, my westcoast connection
I called my kin, told them to bring the bulletproof camel
[JT the Bigga Figga]
[Hook] – 2X
[Hook] – 2X
Fuckin with this, ya loose it – get a verbal bruisin
Niggas lookin at us like we some suckas from outta town
Yeah

Seqo Billy – Billy Dat

Tell em pop out where it’s litty at
Sound like a moose

Pockets triple fat, like a goose bubble
To City Grove
Billy up nigga, gimmie dat
[Chorus: Seqo Billy]
Paint the town red, make the bitty hot
Red Stuy is where we really at
Really homie? Billy dat
We don’t ever need no safety
Billy up, Billy dat
Fit the scrap
Billy up, Billy dat
Weed rolled, where the Henny at
Red Stuy is where we really at
Triple my
Gansta party, that’s a Fendi fact
Red Stuy is where we really at
Nigga I put that on Stacey
And my apes gettin’ filthy
B hop all over nigga face if disrespect a case
Billy up nigga, Billy dat
I ain’t smoking no shake
Billy dat Really homie?
I came to Cali to get Big Boy

Tell em pop out where it’s litty at
Red chucks low cut, laces on the floor, I’m really 9 Tre
Really homie? Billy dat
Keep on shootin’ till his face bleeds
Gansta party, that’s a Fendi fact
Roll around me no achilles
Left shorty in Air BnB with all in her face
Always red flag when I Billy Bop
Tell em pop out where it’s litty at
Chuck it up, Soo Woo
We’re on our own trip, Bengis at
We’re on our own trip, Bengis at
Billy up, Billy dat

All of my niggas I be with is Milly, they hold their own weight
Goons touch you
[Verse 1: Seqo Billy]
Billy up, Billy dat
All in designer, don’t skip a rack

Shoutout to blaze
Weed rolled, where the Henny at
Yo, Trey Way
Weed rolled, where the Henny at
Replay that boy
We’re on our own trip, Bengis at
Walk up in the spot like gimmie dat
Gansta party, that’s a Fendi fact
[Hook: Seqo Billy]
Shit match, penny pack
We don’t bend, we don’t fold, we don’t break

Squidnice – Hop Out

Doin What Im Doin (What)
Nigga, Ay Pull Up Hop Out Wait
Wait, Pull Up Hop Out

Guns They Shot that Shit Ay

Pull Up Hop Out
Pull up Hop Out
They Know What Im Doing (What Are You Doing)
Pull Up Hop Out
Hahaha Ye
Yea I Got Money Its Raining
Ay Wait, Pull Up Hop Out, Yea I Got Good Weed

And My Teeth is Closing
And I Gotta Hit
Ay Wait, Pull Up Hop Out, Yea I Got Good Weed
Nigga Said Fuck School, Then I Went and Dropped Out
Hop Out
I Go Way Above The Rim Uh
God Damn I Ain’t Even Drop That Shit
Nigga Said Fuck School, Then I Went and Dropped Out
Yea
They Know What Im Doing
(Trapping)
Pull Up Hop Out
Doin What Im Doin (What)
Hop Out

I Used To Trap Out The Basement
Imma BK No Fast Food
Make a Nigga Knockout
Pull Up Hop Out
He Ain’t Finna Show It
Ay Wait, Pull Up Hop Out, Yea I Got Good Weed
Pull Up Hop Out
I Kick Your Bitch Out And I Think Im Chuck Norris
This Is My Life You Can’t Face It
He Got It On Him

They Know What Im Doing (What Are You Doing)
Gotta Town I Go In Ay
They Know What Im Doing
Doin What Im Doin (What)

Nigga Said Fuck School, Then I Went and Dropped Out
Pull Up Hop Out Wait
Nigga Said Fuck School, Then I Went and Dropped Out
Ay, Pull Up Pull Up
Yea

I Got It On Him
Bitch I Wasn’t Trapping Cause Its Cool
Pull Up Hop Out
I was Fucking RNB Seems like God Damn
Niggas Talking Drop Top Whips
I Was in School I Was Trapping Out The Classroom Uh
Pull Up Hop Out
Ballin it in out of bounds Uh
Boy Thats Bombay I Be Drinking The Gin
She Know Every Single Word To My Song
Pull up Hop Out
Im Only Counting Them Franklins
Nigga I Get In And Outta Town Uh
They Know What Im Doing
Nigga Im Banking Im Banking
Hop Out
Look At My Pockets They look Like A Forrest
Nigga Said Fuck School, Then I Went and Dropped Out
Hop Out
Pull up (Skrr)
Pull Up Hop Out
(Im Trapping)
Make a Nigga Knockout
Everything Changes
Pull Up Hop Out
Pull Up Pull Up

Lil Nigga I Was Trapping Cause I Had To
My Nigga Im Flossing
Nigga, Ay Pull Up Hop Out Ay

I Like To Drink On The Hennessy

And I cannot Floss it
You See How I Pop That Bitch
Ay, Pull Up Pull Up
Make a Nigga Knockout
(Trapping Trapping)
(God Damn)
I was in BK Selling All The Fast Food
Wait, Pull Up Hop Out
They Know What Im Doing (What Are You Doing)
Then The Audience will Come and Clap You
Pull Up Hop Out

Yea Yea
Nigga My Life Is Amazing
Ay, Pull Up Pull Up
Shot that Shit Ay ???
Pull Up Hop Out
I Call Chase Up And We Chase It
Uh Yea, Nigga Try To Diss Me?
Pull Up Hop Out Wait
Nigga Said Fuck School, Then I Went and Dropped Out
Pull Up Hop Out Wait
Pull Up Hop Out
Wait, Pull Up Hop Out
IDGAF I Ain’t Even Got That Shit
Changed Schools Trapping Out The Bathroom
Nigga, Ay Pull Up Hop Out Wait
Pull up Hop Out

MoneyBagg Yo – Ocean Spray

I come and Debo some shit like i’m shook
I’m getting molested by triplets
Don’t give a fuck where you catch em at
[Verse 2]
He got to go today (he got to go today)
Pluggg (what’s that?)
I’m hiding now, might float away if I was outside now
25 for a pint, what they charge me
No more sleeping on me, give me that pillow
What makes you think I don’t fuck with my lil boy
Let’s load shit up and let’s slide now
Sitting courtside with my sideline now (side bitch winning)
Can’t hide now

Got to move like the president
I don’t want your relay
You might get shot if I panic
I can’t believe it like Ripleys
I do my trick then I vanish (gone)
I’m over my head, my dawg, my Scooby

I put the dick in her face
[Hook]
[Hook]

Pass the sprite imma pour me a deuce (activate)
Dripping that sauce like i’m leaking
Speaking in the streets man I’m deep in (deep in)
These niggas left when they thought I was struggling
Sitting courtside with my sideline now (side bitch winning)
Ocean Spray (Ocean Spray)
You talking all this shit, you ain’t about nun of this
I want all smoke 420
I’m juiced up (juiced up what’s that?)
Let’s load shit up and let’s slide now
All of that 12 talking, it don’t move me
The bag getting bigger and bigger
Them hitters might pull up and wet you up
I just want to burn your head, yeah and cremate you baby
She said she cry every night by my [?]
Might drink some more today
He got in that water Titanic (What happened?)
With me now [?]
I’m smoking backwoods
Ain’t no more [?] on my wave
These bitches love me cuz they know I’m thugging (for sure)
That pussy a house go to sleep in
I got the juice Ocean Spray
You say you riding, that’s understood
How did this ever come to child support
When she want it she demand it
Ocean Spray (Ocean Spray)
[?] told me they was plotting on me
Want to see me fall like the new year ball
Ocean Spray
My glock on defense, it guard me
The bitch on IG with you (where she at now?)
Don’t give a fuck where you catch em at
I’m hiding now, might float away if I was outside now
Can’t stand the rain like Missy (Elliot)
We live now
Let’s ride now
She text me here big head like i’m Stewie
I’m juiced up (juiced up what’s that?)
She a lil savage like Randy (Randy)
I poured up
Ocean Spray
Counting off backends so far I counted off 120
The coup came with a masseuse (Why you say that?)
Might drink some more today
I cannot save her like Mase
Can’t hide now
[Verse 1]
That mean a masseuse massage me (yeah)
I bring a mob with me if I could
I poured up
Pluggg (what’s that?)
Cheat code I got the easy button
Tell her thank you I don’t appreciate it
Let’s ride now
I’m the one who keep the skreet button
No more time for these bitch ass niggas
Left his ass slumped like [?]
And then second thought, I won’t move at all (What you doing?)
I left some real niggas in the hood
If you ain’t straight, keep your distance
Broke ass rappers and fake ass killers
He got to go today (he got to go today)
In the club i’m scraping the booth (VIP)
Them hitters might pull up and wet you up
I told her go fuck me good for some Louis
I told my bitch she can’t be friends
About to pull up bussing that five now
About to pull up bussing that five now
We live now

Skillz – Murda Gram (Uncle Murda Diss)

You not worthy, you’re just dirty and thirsty
Get gone. Clark, you know I ain’t that dude
Now who the fuck get shot and make a tape called respect the shooter, huh
Talkin’ ‘bout he heard your version of my song
Reminding you on who the fuck you are
I’m Pusha Ting, remindin’ these niggas who the fuck I am, damn
And I don’t want credit for this, this ain’t nothin’
Foxy, umm, Lil Kim and Cease
No love over here, yeah, this the future
And tell that old faced-ass nigga to leave me alone
Smack that dirty fitted off your head, New York lost
That shit read like it on the side of a funeral home
I heard back in your past you used to bust your gun
You got to think B.I.G. if you wanna come for me
Motherfuckers want to kill me but ain’t got the heart
Skyzoo, Torae, oh Joell Ortiz
And tell him 21 Savage want to do "22 Two’s"
But you one of the reasons that New York soft
I ain’t Tweetin’, I ain’t leavin’ the ‘Gram
A song? Naw, straight curvin’ niggas
Don’t hide your hand, you wanted to be a wrap-up fan
Uncle Murda, what’s all the games about?
Clark Kent, your man about to hold this L
You a adlibber but that’s all you do
Y’all jaded Why the fuck would I collab on some shit that I created?
And then you started makin’ ‘em takin’ your little shots
You sendin’ DMs like a thirty chick
And trying to reach out to see if we can do it together
So stop fuckin’ with us, I go with Kane, B.I.G. and Jay, but that’s obvious
Whoever told you to change your name, you should kill that nigga
Lenny Grant, I can’t leave that alone
Nigga stop it, you got Brooklyn lookin’ crazy
I get a call from Clark Kent and he don’t ever call me
Mos Def, Kweli, Masta Ace, Fabolous
Respect to your dad, that’s the least I can do
Actually, umm, naw, fuck him too
Nigga, keep my fucking name out your brown-ass mouth
And when you see me, you know what I’ma say
Couple years ago I’m up in AC
He told you, you was bitin’ and you knew that you was wrong
You’ll never say you took me
I was spreadin’ love, it’s the Virginia way, nigga
So I picked the mic back up for this walk in the park
I’m like, “Clark, nigga you must be faded
Now if you a junior then that name makes sense
I give a fuck, nigga, I don’t care, have a seat, here’s a chair
[Intro]
But I ain’t never hear ‘em, they only play ‘em up top
You a comedian, we don’t come to you for bars
So roll some weed I got a story to tell, listen
The fuck wrong with y’all? Nigga, would you?
[Verse]
And you can guntalk all day, that’s yours
You make them every year, they never get past Jersey
We straight, on top of that you fake
will give you some pussy Before that happens, Young M.A.
I just answerin’ a nigga that kept pressin’ my buttons
I got cases in Virginia, bodies in D.C
Buckshot, Tek and Steele, Rock and Ruck
I heard you got popped and you ain’t peel that nigga
M.O.P. would have told you you shouldn’t fuck with me
Still M-A-D, where your skills at nigga?
Ladies and gents, this nigga gettin’ washed and rinsed
But you ain’t seein’ me with these goddamn bars
But this type of shit happens everyday
I’m with Joey BADA$$, ask AZ
Now how a Stan going to come for the man?
And what I’m ‘bout to say might piss New York off
A worker who could never be a New York boss
Nigga, dead-ass son, I’m not the one
And yeah I fell back on rap but don’t get it confused.”
And I’m still VA, and I’m still that nigga
Matter-fact, you got Brooklyn lookin’ lazy
But not for nothing you was tryin to make it better
I wouldn’t even take a picture with Uncle Murda, nigga
Nigga, you kept pushin’ so I had to play
Shit lit my fuse, you wouldn’t call Hov
I can name 20 Brooklyn rappers more relevant than you

Bitin’ niggas, I could never get along with y’all
Nigga, you signed to G-Unit ten years too late
And got mad when I asked your dirty-ass, “Who this?”
If you don’t get the fuck off my phone

Ronny J – Trixxx (feat. Lil Pump)

I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix
N*ggas hatin’, that’s a bummer
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
[Chorus]
Ayy
[Verse 1: Ronny J]
Oh my god, Ronny

Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
Drop, Gucci on my wrist
Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix
Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m whippin’ a brick like I’m hurricane Katrina
Bitches they come and go like the money

Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
I just bought a Audi, I just bought a Rover
My life too lit, lit, I need a TV show (yah, yah)
They try to copy my speed
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Bitch, don’t call my phone ’cause a nigga recordin’
That’s why I stay where I want
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
Now I count racks for the fuck of it

Ooh, Lil Pump
I got yo’ bitch, she a trip

My bitch hella thick ’cause she from North Dakota
They try to copy my speed
That’s why I buy what I want
I might go fuck up your beamer, huh

They try to copy the spot
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
Drop, Gucci on my wrist
Lil Pump
Drop, Gucci on my wrist

I might go fuck up your re-up, ooh
I’ma skirt off
They try to copy my speed
I might pull up in a foreign
Uh, uh, uh
Smokin’ that loud, Wiz Khalifa, damn
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
They try to copy the spot
[Chorus]
Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix
[Intro]
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
Bitches they come and go like the money
And I’m still tryna fuck Trina
I got that bitch [?]
Ooh, damn, huh, Lil Pump
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
But the money come first
Shoot you in the three like my name Michael Jordan
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
[Chorus]
They try to copy the spot
Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
I got yo’ bitch, she gon’ go (uh, yeah)
Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up, I shoot that two-seater, ooh
But the money come first
Bust her for sure

My wrist lookin’ crazy, it look like Ebola
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I splash on that bitch like my name Aquafina, huh
Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
I ain’t fuck that bitch ’cause that bitch head is borin’

Maxo Kream – Bussdown

Break it down
Gun ’em down
Pigeons in the kitchen
Look at my water, don’t drown (Fiji)
[?] rap with your tummy
Bussdown (wear it up)
Pick it up
Plain Jane with it, no bussdown
Try and take my chain, I’ma bussdown
Chop Backwoods like timber (ay)
Two for the [?], serve junkies (trap)
Got it in her whole name, she’s a bussdown (she a)
Run through the grass like a touchdown
Hundred rounds (vacuum seal)
[?]
Maxo, Bussdown
Handicap Crippin’ retarded (retarded)
Thirty rounds (bust it down)
Joysticks like PlayStation
Run through the grass like a touchdown
Fifty rounds (open up)
We don’t even serve here, we just bust down (uh uh)
Trap out the bag, that’s a bussdown
Bust it down
Got my shooters on the roof, gon’ make them bussdown
Set it up
Throwin’ them ‘bows like Luda’ (woah)
We don’t even serve here, we just bust down (uh uh)
Bussdown (wrap it up)
[Intro]

Bussdown (break it down)
Hundred rounds (vacuum seal)
Quarter birds in hand
Trap out the bag, that’s a bussdown
MJ with the 4-5 (fadeaway)
Got it in her whole name, she’s a bussdown (she a)
Sellin’ gas like station (unleaded)
Try and take my chain, I’ma bussdown
I move the dope in abundance (bussdown)
Trappin’ in the vaco it’s a bussdown (that what we do)
Trappin’ in the vaco it’s a bussdown (that what we do)
Can’t keep my clients waitin’ (woah)
My shooter he dumb, he retarded (Cuh-rip)
I pass the gas like I farted (excuse me)
Got it in her whole name, she’s a bussdown (she a)
Wrappin’ up a pack like a mummy (uh huh)
Bussdown the quarters and onions
Neck wet like baptized (church)
Bussdown (break it down)
I mow the grass like a gardener (uh huh)
[Verse 1]
My patients impatient (wo-woah)
Fifty rounds (open up)
Gun ’em down
Chickens in the den
Thirty rounds (bust it down)
Wear it up
Trap out the bag, that’s a bussdown
Gun ’em down
I split the pot like circumference
Bussdown (set it up)
Bussdown (break it down)
Karo marinated (remix)
Bussdown (wrap it up)
Thirty rounds (bust it down)
Bussdown (wear it up)
Try and take my chain, I’ma bussdown
Run through the grass like a touchdown

[Chorus]
Hurricane chopper [?]
Trap out the vaco apartment
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Serve purp’ fake to a dummy (rookie)
Hundred rounds (vacuum seal)

[Chorus]
Break it down
Vacuum seal
Diamonds dance like Chris Brown (Chris Breezy)
Trap house strapped, no bugee (say what?)
Maxo, Bussdown
Plain Jane with it, no bussdown

Got my shooters on the roof, gon’ make them bussdown
Stay ten toes I’m down (ten toes)
Cold with the tommy like Martin (uh huh)
Got a lot of young crash dummies (uh huh)
Fifty rounds (open up)
Bussdown (wear it up)
We don’t even serve here, we just bussdown (uh uh)
Bring it back
Trappin’ in the vaco it’s a bussdown (that what we do)
Bussdown (set it up)

Set it up
Bussdown (set it up)
Servin’ them clucks, no rooster (ay)
Got my shooters on the roof, gon’ make them bussdown
Trust my decoratin’ (what else?)
Wrap it up
Jenny Craig with them pounds (get ’em off)
Plain Jane with it, no bussdown
Pounds in the basement ([?])
Bussdown (wrap it up)

Clip holds three times ten
Guns got [?] like shanaynay
Open up

Linkin Park – Enth E Nd

[Chorus: Chester Bennington]

Mo-Mo-Motion Man

Stopping me, backstabbing me constantly
Mo-Mo-Motion Man
It doesn’t even matter when you look at it now
And what it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time
To lose it all
Remix
[Chorus: Chester Bennington]
Hey, yo, when this first started off it was just Linkin Park
Keep that in mind
It doesn’t even matter
And got so far
It doesn’t even matter
[Bridge: Kutmasta Kurt (scratching)]
All I know, time was just slipping away
I had to fall
Linkin Park
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
In the end
And at the end of it all, it was Kutmasta Kurt with a remix
And got so far
Kutmasta Kurt
I designed this rhyme when I was obsessed with time
The journey is more important than the end or the start
Watch the clock now chock full of hypocrisy
But now your mouth wishes it could inhale
[Verse 2: Motion Man]
And what it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried so hard
It doesn’t even matter
And got so far
I tried so hard
No opportunity to men though
[Intro: Motion Man (talking)]
Linkin Park
To lose it all
It doesn’t even matter

One thing, I don’t know how
I wasted it all on the hands of the clock
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try

But in the end
Every single little thing you said to make things fail

‘Cause when I designed this rhyme
When I tried so hard
It doesn’t even matter
Linkin Park
Like the host of the party
Trying to grab hold, trying not to watch
‘Cause from the start to the end, no matter what I pretend
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme to explain in due time
But in the end
Like the imaginary man of your dreams
You’d always seem to make it worth it
I brought you back into things
I spoke, shake, and made eye contact
Watched it watch me and the words that I say
Remix
But it really doesn’t matter to me
Partied and toast strong, all night
[Outro: Kutmasta Kurt (scratching until fade)]

All I know, hah, I so-socialize
Northeast, Southwest coast

And then in the middle came Motion Man
But in the end, no matter what I pretend
And I watched it count down to the end of the day
I had to fall
But in the end
I pig-skin, I never nerf it
I was scared of it all, scared to fall, and hadn’t even tried to crawl
In the end
The echo of the clock rhythm in my veins
I had to fall
[Chorus: Chester Bennington]
Every single word you sputtered just to get your piece

The journey is more important than the end or the start
I tried to sew it up, you weaken your system into disorder
[Verse 3: Mike Shinoda]
Kutmasta Kurt
But I was forced to run, with you mocking me
I know that I didn’t look out below
But in the end
Linkin Park
Hell of a team man it seems but I tried so hard
It doesn’t even matter
[Verse 1: Mike Shinoda]
Remix
One thing, I don’t know why
I tried so hard
Remembering all the times you fought with me

Ay, yo, one thing, I don’t know why
But in the end

I’m staring out the window
But in the end
When I watched the time go right out the window

By any means, it means I’m leaving your team
You felt leather, never pleather, real bringing the pleasure
In the end
To lose it all
I tried so hard

Sia – Gonna Fight

But I gotta hold my head up high

When tomorrow comes
You know the sun gon’ shine
And it’s hard

Gonna fight, gonna fight

When tomorrow come

Gonna make it through the night
When the walls cave in
Feel the cold inside
When the walls cave in
Gonna make it through the night
Gonna fight, gonna fight
But I gotta hold my head up high
Gonna make it through the night

Feel the cold inside
But I gotta hold my head up high, oh
Gonna fight, gonna fight
It’s hard
When the wall’s cave in
When the walls cave in
When tomorrow comes
You know the sun gon’ shine
Gonna make it through the night
You know the sun gon’ shine
Feel the cold inside

Gonna fight, gonna fight
And it’s hard but I gotta hold my head up high
Know it’s hard
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Know it’s hard
When tomorrow comes
You know the sun gon’ shine
Feel the cold inside
But I gotta hold my head up high, oh
And it’s hard but I gotta hold my head up high

Alan Walker – All Falls Down (Mio Remix)

It’s way too hard to cope, but I still can’t let you go
If it just ain’t right, and it’s time to say goodbye
You’re the drug that I’m addicted to, and I want you so bad
But I’ll be fine (fine, fine, fine, fine)
All these firing shots and making ground

I don’t know Why we fight?
You’re the drug that I’m addicted to, and I want you so bad
All it takes is that one look you do and I run right back to you
Guess I’m stuck, with you, and that’s that

[Outro]
‘Cause when it all falls down, then whatever

And I know you wonder too
[Verse 2]
You think you can just take it back
Oh, I tried staying cold, but you take it personal
[Verse 1]
All the things I could’ve been
What’s the point in saying that

When it don’t work out for the better
But I’ll be fine (fine, fine, fine, fine)

I’ll be fine

What’s the trick? I wish I knew
I’ll be fine
‘Cause when it all falls down, then whatever
[Chrous]
I’m so done with thinking through
But shit just don’t work like that
You cross the line and it’s time to say "F" you
When it don’t work out for the better
[Chorus]
When it all falls down, when it all falls down
I’ll be fine
If it just ain’t right, and it’s time to say goodbye
You’re the drug that I’m addicted to, and I want you so bad
I’ll be fine
We say what hurts the most
When you know how I’ll react?
When it all falls down, when it all falls down

Børns & Lana Del Rey – God Save Our Young Blood

God save our young blood
[Chorus: Børns & Both]
Hot pavement, hot pavement, hot wheels in the sun
[Verse 2: Børns & Both]
[Outro: Both]
On the coast where we love
Hey, baby, we made it

Spinnin’ and I can’t sit still (You know I can’t sit still)
Damn, you and those green eyes
My head’s faded, headlights dilated
Oh, spinnin’, spinnin’ and we can’t sit still
God save our young love
God save our young blood

God save, God save our young love
God save, God save our young love
[Verse 2: Børns]

Spinnin’, spinnin’ and we can’t sit still
Glowing finish line, made it in record time

[Verse 1: Børns & Both]
God save, God save our young blood
I’ll save you in the waves if you swim too deep
She’s an angel and a devil of her own device
[Refrain: Børns & Both]
God save, God save our young blood
God save our young blood
God save, God save our young love
God save, God save our young blood
Save the words from my lips, save the birds, save the bees
[Refrain: Børns]
[Chorus: Børns & Both]
Hot pavement, hot pavement, hot wheels in the sun

Couple of wild eyes, cup full of high life
Hot pavement, hot pavement, hot wheels in the sun
[Bridge: Børns, Lana Del Rey, Both]
Climbed up the tree of life, kicked out of paradise
Warm waves, warm waves, on the coast where we love
On the coast where we love
God save our young blood
God save our young blood
God save, God save our young love
God save our young blood
God save, God save our young blood
God save, God save our young love
God save, God save our young love
Baptized in blue skies
God save our young blood
[Refrain: Børns, Lana Del Rey, Both]
God save, God save our young blood

Spinnin’, spinnin’ and I can’t sit still
Roll the window down, reach out, feel around for new life
God save our young blood

Baby save me one last sip while you strip on the beach

Damn, look at the sunrise
Warm waves, warm waves, on the coast where we love

[Chorus: Børns & Both]
God save, God save our young blood
She’s got me spinnin’ (Spinnin’)
Spinnin’, spinnin’ and we can’t sit still
We can never stop movin’, we see nothin’ but the green lights
God save the ocean, God save the breeze

Warm waves, warm waves, on the coast where we love
God save, God save our young blood
Spinnin’, spinnin’ and we can’t sit still

Living good, doing evil is the toss of the dice

Random Music News for January 2, 2018

Random Music News for January 2, 2018
New help with some mental health? Remember the hair band Cinderella? YouTube’s music app (and I’m ashamed to admit I didn’t know it existed) has been downloaded 50 million times. The BBC is slowing shutting down all its AM transmitters. He brought strippers, of course. I still use cheques. (Via Tom)
Will Apple buy Netflix? Snoop Dogg hosted a Hurricane Harvey relief party. MORE emojis. I’ve ruined three already by dating them “2017.” This is a roundup of music news for January 2, 2018. He took out a full-page ad in the Washington Post to make his point. He was well compensated, of course. Mariah Carey was paid HOW MUCH for that New Year’s Eve performance? After last year’s trainwreck? This rabbi doesn’t like Lorde very much. Here are some visions for the future of music. Try group singing. Drake played a super-secret private New Year’s Eve bash for Snapchat employees. Great. Before they got famous, they filmed a commercial for hot dogs. There’s a 40% chance that it will.