Rexx Life Raj – Level Up

[Outro]
You favorite rappers is now my fan in my mentions
Working on my level up

I’ve been working on my level up
I’ve been working on my level up
Working on my level up again
[Verse 1]
Come to your show you sound much better on Soundcloud
Working on my level up
On your lovin’
Now look at how the stars align
[Intro]

Checking my goals, and everything on my wishlist
I’d rather be out the way
I’ve been doing overtime again
I got the world on my shoulders
Never had the [?] cosigned, don’t me the alley-oop
Working on my level up again

Pull up, I’mma pull up again
I’ve been working on my level up

Now look at how the stars allign

I’d rather be out the way

Hoppin’ your niggas like we was hoppin’ them fences

[Verse 2]
Raji the man now, that word around town
Look at my life, up in the skies now
Poppin’ that big shit
I’ve been going wherever I like
[Hook]
King me bitch, I made me it all the way across the board
And you know I’m coming hard than I did before
Working on my level up again
Working on my level up
Damn, get it right
Working on my level up again
Fuck you if you doubt it, fuck you if you hold us, ya
I’ve just been living my life
Then we still at LOVE
Then we see you in person your buzz is so non-existent, woah
[Bridge]
I want you to always know
Make sure my niggas is right
Running for rollers, running for demons
I’ve been working on my level up
I’ve been working on my level up
You know that it takes some time, no waitin’
Everything’s changing, I’m feeling a tension, yeah
I’ve been doing overtime again
[Hook]
Working on my level up
Thought you was poppin’, if you look at your Insta

You know that it takes some time, no waitin’
But you couldn’t tell bruh ’cause my number’s been through the roof
Working a 9 to 5, 5 to 9
Look in my eyes, we [?] doubt bitch, I ain’t surprised
Everybody my friend now, don’t like your motives
Working on my level up
Look, hey
You got me shook up, shook down, shook out
If we add XYZ, UVW, with each other
Never snore, never snooze
Tell ’em if you learn from your L’s, you can never lose
Working on my level up again
Gave them a chance, they end up go back to my shitlist

Juicy J – No Mo

It was me, Juicy J, and all my wolves from ‘round the way
All these niggas cuffin’ and these bitch really nothin’
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
Smoke a blunt, bust a nut then its back to the dough
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
Smoke a blunt, bust a nut then its back to the dough
Shake that ass, make that money, who am I to judge it?

These hoes belong to everybody, everybody
These hoes, they be backstage, sellin’ pussy
You was callin’ her, you was callin’ her
I can’t fall in love, hey bitch, that shit ain’t up for discussion
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
[Verse 2]
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)

[Chorus]
Hey

Last night she ain’t answer, I was all in her all in her

I can’t save no mo’ hoes, ain’t no room in my safe (nooo)
Mister Officer, Mister Officer
I don’ spent so much on you I gotta put you in my budget
He toss a couple dollars, you gonna let that nigga touch it
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
I spend 20, I spend 30, I blow 50 in a day
She gon’ bust it open, I’ma throw this cake on the floor

Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
These hoes be on Backpage, sellin’ pussy
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
[Intro]
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
[Verse 1]
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
[Chorus]
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’
Please take the hand cuffs off of her
Smoke a blunt, bust a nut then its back to the dough
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
Made her bust that pussy careful, all my dawgs in here
We was all in her, we was all in her
Hackin’ phones tryin’ to find out who she talkin’ to
You used to niggas trickin’ but tonight we fuckin’
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)

Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’
Why you stalkin’ her? Why you stalkin’ her?
You know what I’m sayin’? Find you a real woman, my nigga. Like nigga you broke than a motherfucka ‘cause you spend it all on these dirty ass hoes. Yeah You need to stop chasin’ these hoes, my nigga. It’s the weekend. Bitch is takin’ all your motherfuckin’ check, nigga, you know what I’m sayin’? So man, fuck your problems, man, I don’t give a fuck about your motherfuckin’ problems, brah. You know what I’m sayin’?
[Chorus]
She gon’ bust it open, I’ma throw this cake on the floor
She gon’ bust it open, I’ma throw this cake on the floor
Treat you like a freak because I know your ass be bussin’
That ain’t nothin’ to a boss, I spend 300 on a Wraith
I can’t take you home to momma, I can’t take you out in public
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
Kill that bitch, that’s a dead body, dead body
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)

Dave East – The Hated (feat. Nas) (Short Film)

Niggas caught Cory, made him take off that new Philippe
We gotta get it
Ant’ told Cory be grateful, freedoms’ amazing
Ant’ and Cory set up a trap, fiends in and out of that
Did a bid, his celly was blood, he studied five percent
No MySpace
Cory told Ant’ on the V I the block was changing
Ayo’ East
Six in the morning with baggies on him was a way of life
Young king
Baby-face, wishing that his beard would grow
He got a little colder the moment he watched his man die
Cory found a hoe to pass, some cash, they could triple it
They snatched him and he talked about the way he got it
The other younger niggas from the block, just loved to watch him
Cory got nervous whenever they spun that Van ’round
They hated Escobar
Peace be on to you my young brother
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
Broke the code, that was snitchin’, it ain’t no way around it
Now he throw a set up anywhere he go
Streets will teach you quick, ain’t nothing free, pay the price
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Lose the attitude, he miserable
Cory had the sour with him, Ant’ fuck with ‘yola
She was busting checks with the wrong nigga
Thats a man down, Ant’ told Cory have the fam ’round
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
Got kicked out his moms crib, she found a couple boulders
It’s your man, Nas Esco’
For years he tried to get a lick or two
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
Streets need that
Could still smell the aroma from when my uncle would cook crack
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
I had a basic plan, get out the projects and never look back
One name was Anthony, the hood called ’em Ant Live
Flashy nigga, body wrapped in diamonds, necklace, and the watch
Moms begging he finish school, but non-sense he get into
Couple haters, but nothing major, they knew the streets
Keep doin’ what you do
That used to spend the night with each other
Lets get it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
Ant’ met Cory when they was kids with innocence
Kept his pistol on ’em, so he bought a bigger pant size
Came home, like let niggas see me, I’ll never ride with tint
Three and half light bid, Ant’ stayed in drama
He just a product of his environment
Told me he’d rather die than ever go to Rikers again
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
Ant’ was blowing money fast, big Meeching when he shopped
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
Double it, stack it up, Cory ain’t never want to spend
Locked up with killers up North, he rubbed a couple shoulders
They moms was best friends
He popped Xannys and he just want him some strong liquor
Cory and Ant’ had butter rockin’
And keep on shitting on niggas until your pants brown
No mask, stocking cap, they robbed him, but he got it back
He was light skinned, outside before you niggas was typing
Dave East talk that talk
Killers kill you for talking, all you gotta do is speak
Cory took it on the chin, he wasn’t new to beef
That was ten years ago
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
I’m still here
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Ant’ hated his dad around ’cause that nigga was militant
One conversation between homies, better yet brothers
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
Eviction notice in the kitchen, your bitch will stay the night
They hustle low, so much evidence that can’t found
Cory was his right-hand man, his mother up North
They hated Esco
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
NYC, L.A., Chicago, Detroit, the whole world
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it

YFN Lucci – Boss Life (feat. Offset)

My whole cup polluted (drank)
They go ape on them bars catch a body, yeah
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
Sippin’ on codeine, floatin’ with no gravity yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
I got the heart of a bear (huh)
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
1.5 in cash, bruh

Get in that pint and how you can (hun)
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
Trap fashion, look what I wear (trap fashion)
We got sticks bitch, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey

Let my dick fill in her mouth like it’s a cavity, yeah
This the boss life, yeah
[Verse 2: Offset]
Plus my wrist lit, hey
[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
New drop this the fast one
Bustin’ them down by the pair ( bust down)
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey
Northside niggas, no names in here (Nawf)
This the boss life, yeah (offset)
I talk big shit, yeah
We take the phone from the groupies (woo)
I’m smashin’, pullin’ her hair (smash)
This the boss life, yeah
Whole lot of drums and bananas

Reachin’ for my chains see I know blood they gon’ wack ’em yeah
I might slide through in that Rolls Royce Phantom
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
Patek Philipe, it’s rare (hey)
Get some top in the Aston
New spot like the Falcons
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
They like to talk a lot yeah, but we like to mute shit, yeah
[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
I talk big shit, yeah
I’m drippin’, baby, excuse me (drip)
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
I got love for my trappers, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah
Pull up and shoot shit yeah, all on the roof and shit, yeah
It’s a ghost but do not be scared (hun hun)
It’s a Wraith with stars in the ceiling, yeah (stars)
I’m a big pimp, yeah
We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
I’m a big pimp, yeah
Montana, some like Tony Montana
I talk big shit, yeah
We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
Young fly nigga, they like, "He so handsome"
Whole lot of gang in here (gang)
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
I’m a big pimp, yeah
[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]

I cannot vibe with queers (hun hun)
Trap out the Ruth’s Chris yeah, bust down your cuban, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lotta groupies, yeah
We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
We got sticks bitch, yeah
Pinky ring crystal clear, 40k spent on a private Lear (fyuu)
I don’t fuck with no rappers
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
(Offset)
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
I gotta move a clip, in this lil’ uzi yeah
60k solitaire (60 ball)

Black Eyed Peas – Street Livin’ (On The Late Show) (Live)

Revoke cause the streets are broke
If you black in the hood, you at large
So, forget about the statue of General Lee
And put a nightmare into every Martin Luther King
Now, they wanna take away our dreams and hopes
Listen, they derailed the soul train
Another cop got off with no charge
Or you can say fuck the system
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Brainwashed by the television
Don’t push me cause I’m close to hell
It’s more niggas in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
Ten years no bail is 4 years at Yale
[Verse 3: apl.de.ap]
Infected by the black plague, new bubonic
The life you choose could be the life you lose
Be the killer or be the dead dude in the news
And compare to them, prison guards get payed well
Street livin’, no economics
Niggas getting stuck for the Nike shoes
Guns or books, get shot or shoot

So, how we gon’ get out the trap?

Niggas killing niggas like they Ku Klux Klan
And private complexes are owned by the same
No comprende, we speak ebonics
Now, every time I hear a new def jam
Street livin’, oh my gosh
Break the law, make or break the news
Are gonna end up in some penitentiary
There’s more niggas that’s rotting in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
You’re guilty until we prove you’re innocent
Be like kings or be like pawns
Street livin’, caught in a trap
Well, be vigilant, and they call you militant
It’s a cold world, better bring your coat
Street livin’, tough conditions
No education in the hood, got a nigga confused
CIA planes bring Columbian drugs
Is because you’re beligerent
You can take action or take a dick
Listen, you can get fucked by the system
Street livin’, what’s your position?
If you’re ivory, they treat you different
Systematically, that’s how they made it to be
Another brother got shot by the searg’
Street livin’, ain’t no rules
Street livin’, hustle or hoops
[Verse 1: will.i.am]
I understand what’s a nigga to choose?
What a coincidence?
Slave masters that owned the slave trade game
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
You’ll get shot, and they’ll say the incident
Crips and bloods and retail thugs

Double cross love lost no religion
And racists no longer have to be racist
No way out of the Reaganomics
If you’re ebony, they assume you’re temperament
Cause niggas kill more niggas than the KKK did
If you ain’t dead, you can see imprisonment
Street niggas be packing pistols
I get it, what’s a nigga to do?
Because the status of blacks are generally
[Verse 2: Taboo]
We lost in the war we live in
Street livin’, ain’t no joke
Terrorists be blasting missles
They called us coons, now they call us cons

Hippo Campus – Buttercup

She’ll be fine on her own, she said
She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own
Yeah, swing, sucker, swing, finish sobbing
I’ll be fine, I’m alright, it’s my body
She’ll be fine on her own, she said
Putting words in my mouth, trying to get free
(She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own)
Holy hell, I can tell that you hate me
(She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own)
She’ll be fine on her own… she’ll be fine on her own
Wrinkled toss of the coin that I can’t see
On the ground, lost and found, understand me
Where around is enough for a family
Lighten up, buttercup, get a hobby
Dying moon, keep me up, keep me waiting
Don’t forget I have you to be like me
I’ll be fine, I’m alright, it’s my body
Scale a tree, snap a branch so you can’t leave
Gonna stick to my guns, like you taught me
When I’m in doubt
She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own
I’ll be fine on my own, she said, all my love’s wrapped in shades of red
I’ll be fine on my own, she said, I don’t need you inside my head
Dying moon, keep me up, keep me waiting
Gothic vine growing fire in the lobby
She’ll be fine on her own, she said
(She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own)
Tireless mess, seeking thrills getting bitey
She’ll be fine on her own… she’ll be fine on her own
No holds barred in the ring so you’ll fight me
(She’ll be fine on her own, she’ll be fine on her own)
Gonna stick to my guns, like you taught me
Give ’em hell, give ’em teeth like you taught me
Growing pains splaying rain on the high sea
Pudgy face kissing lace in the backseat
I’ll be fine on my own, she said, all my love’s wrapped in shades of red
Solid punch kind of eyes make ‘em wobbly
I’ll be fine on my own, she said, I don’t need you inside my head
Holy hell, I can tell that you hate me

Rejjie Snow – Egyptian Luvr (feat. Amine & Kaytranada)

[Chorus: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
She be like cancer, she be like dancing
The past, the past, the past, the past

And my life’s on charge New phone, who’s this?
Leave it in the past
[Refrain: Dana Williams]
Go anywhere for ya, that’s love
But if you think we got problems then baby, watch Maury"
So stay up till sunrise (sunrise)
Ring, ring, I’m tryna get my old thing back
Extra white, she’s so extra white
Love
I want you to stay forever

Just let go of sorrow
Might even kill for ya, that’s love
Leave it in the past
[Chorus: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
Leave it in the past

I can’t cry for those who ain’t with me
The past, the past, the past, the past
I can’t pray so Lord, please forgive me (so)
This is 1971
Straight to my mattress, I was on smashing

Just let go of sorrow
Walked in, Off-White, all pink, okay
Why love when it’s free and it does no harm?
Credit cards and losing my mind
Leave it in the past
Breakdance and boogie, my love
Leave it in the past
I crave that brain and that flesh
Ain’t no love, I’m still banging out Whitney
In Hollywood but I never see stars
All I see is fake love, insecurity
‘Cause tonight might be your last
Love
Cups of tea and gums that bleed red
Belly of the beast, when I walk in the streets
[Bridge: Dana Williams, Aminé & Rejjie Snow]
I want you to stay forever
I break the beat and I scratch it
So stay up till sunrise
Fame and fortune, all those habits
[Verse 2: Aminé]
[Intro: Rejjie Snow]
Gold hit her lips every time that I’m hitting it

Leave it in the past
Whoa-oh, our options are limitless

Like there’s no tomorrow
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Say you single all of my life

Pink and white, them panties matching
My appetite, I lost appetite
Huh, I told her "baby, I’m sorry
Piece-by-piece, they stitched me
Leave it in the past
Like there’s no tomorrow
[Refrain: Dana Williams, Rejjie Snow & Aminé]
I want you to stay forever
I was on abra, she was cadabring
The past, the past, the past, the past
[Chorus: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past
And if you’re still tripping, that’s drugs
The past, the past, the past, the past
The past, the past, the past, the past
It’s paradise, we in paradise
No free smoke when your bae is gone

Say you wrap the plastic in white
We parted ways like she’s cheated with Moses
‘Cause tonight might be your last
Two months, seven days, oh, when you first came
So extra bright, it’s so extra bright, so

Leave it in the past
I want you to stay forever
Hands up off me, she’s so lovely
[Chorus: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
That’s fucked up but a lot of things are
[Verse 3: Rejjie Snow]
The past, the past, the past, the past
Wipe the tears from your eyes (your eyes)

Blackest skin, disfigure my crimes
Pink like pussy, extra pushy
Putting in effort for the effort, it’s too effortless
Two shows, pay rent, get a girl, get a job
Yeah, that’s why you gotta smell the roses
Do anything for ya, that’s love
Leave it in the past
But baby always wanna bring up shit from the past (yeah)
The past, the past, the past, the past
[Verse 1: Rejjie Snow]
Whoa, fuck checks, see the necklace

Tory Lanez, Major Lazer & Cashmere Cat – Miss You (Lyric Video)

[Outro: Tory Lanez]
I’ve been waiting on and on and-
But you’ve been on my mind
I got nothing for you but time

Must I remind you, feelings don’t go astray, no
[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Through loving you, I needed time
‘Cause you always end up by my side

I can be different for you, you, you, you
Remember that

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
Oh you
Oh you, you, you
Like this, like that?
I’ve been waiting

Oh you, you, you
I think about you more than 24 times
But you’ve been on my mind
For you, you, you
Just trying not to think about you

I needed time, and now I’m like
There’s 24 hours in a day
You, woah
I think about you more than 24 times
Took time to let you know
I won’t lie to you, no, no
Heaven, it feels like that
Can I hit it like that?
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Oh yes, it’s true, true, true, true
I won’t lie to you, no, no
Uh-huh, you know
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Oh you, you, you
Can I kiss it like that?
[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
I got nothing for you but time
Can I hit it like that?
Uh-huh, you know
Oh you, you, you

Show me the things I gotta do, do, do, do
Remember that
I’ve been waiting

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
There’s 24 hours in a day
Like this, like that?
‘Cause you always end up by my side
You’re unforgettable
Just trying not to think about you
I needed time, and now I’m like
Through loving you, I needed time
Can I hit it like that?
I will be different for you, you, you, you
Took time to find you
Like this, like that?
I’ve been waiting
Oh you

Heaven, it feels like that
[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Took time to get you
You left to go away
Like this, like that?
[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Can I kiss it like that?

Can I hit it like that?
Tried to forget you
For you, you, you

Young Scooter – Jugg King

I do what I want, you do what you can
Fly nigga
Real dope boy
I don’t trust niggas
I’m a real nigga
YoLil Daddy in this bitch here
Ya dig
My baby mama left, I bought another nigga bitch
So I know what’s up with you
I do what I want, I got real cash
You a worker nigga
I do what I want, you do what you can
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
Lick hitter, bitch getter
‘Cause I can’t take no loss nigga, I got Freebandz
I ain’t talking clothes
You say you a dope boy but you ain’t sold no bricks
My baby mama left, I bought another nigga bitch
My shit paid for
I could get you touched nigga
I do what I want, you do what you can
Yeah Casino that’s my nigga, Scooter!
You say you a hitman but you ain’t hit shit
I do what I want, you do what you can
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
You say you a hitman but you ain’t hit shit
You say you a hitman but you ain’t hit shit
Quick flipper
You know this a pound house and we don’t sell halves
Pot whipper, dope dealer
They call me the Jugg King ’cause I got real swag
I’m a boss nigga
You know Future that’s my nigga, Scooter!
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
I do what I want, you do what you can
My baby mama left, I bought another nigga bitch
You paid a note, you ridin’ a rental, I got Freebandz
You say you a lick man but you ain’t hit no licks
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
If you in the streets
You say you a dope boy but you ain’t sold no bricks
Hey Tawn, turn that beat down
You a fuck nigga
I be in your hood
Yeah I took a loss nigga
That means your trap too slow boy, every day I stunt
Hang around plugs nigga, you the dope man
Goyard, a hundred racks inside nigga
Nigga you a ho boy, you move a brick a month
Hey Tawn, turn that beat down?
Five-fifty bands, you know what that cost nigga
You say you a lick man but you ain’t hit no licks
I put on a show boy, you ain’t got no money
If I pop I’ma ride nigga
I’m a boss nigga, I’m bossed out like Rick Ross nigga
Watch out for the cross nigga
You say you a lick man but you ain’t hit no licks
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
Nigga you a broke boy
Bitch I got them bags
I do what I want, you do what you can
You say you a dope boy but you ain’t sold no bricks
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
You ain’t got no drugs nigga

Beck – Fix Me

You might fix me
I want you
I’m set free
I don’t mind

Nothing’s gonna do you harm
Tonight
Take a little piece of me
Yeah, I want you
The moon is a false alarm
I’m set free
You might crush me
Except yourself
I don’t mind
[Pre-Chorus]
Branches on the trees have arms
I want you
[Verse 1]
[Verse 2]
I want you

If the sea washes over the city tonight
Someday you might see
I want you
I want you
And you don’t know where you’ve gone
The ground is hollow, dark skies follow
[Chorus]

And trace it back to me
[Chorus]
[Outro]
I want you
Start a new history

If the sea washes over the city tonight
Tonight

[Pre-Chorus]

Oh, I want you

Cousin Stizz – Lambo

Shawty come ride with a winner she taking it off ’cause I take her there
I just wanna race a Lambo
I just wanna race a Lambo
I just wanna race a Lambo
Pulled up and brought her friends here
Gucci be all on her sandals

But that ain’t ya pack, it’s ya man’s O
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
I just wanna race a Lambo
I want the diamonds this clear
Just had to make that real clear
I just wanna race a Lambo
[Chorus]
You know my circle ain’t into squares
You and me know they ain’t playin’ fair
Gucci be all on her sandals
She say I’m too hard to handle
I keep it lit like a candle
But that ain’t ya pack, it’s ya man’s O
I put 10k on a mantle
I just wanna race a Lambo
[Chorus]
I just wanna race a Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Stealing my swag by the handful
Gucci be all on her sandals
I just wanna race a Lambo
I just wanna race a Lambo
Gucci be all on her sandals
Bro had his arm in the pan
I got the Feds in a scramble
Heard you spit then changed the channel
The block got me covered like flannel
Know you be flexing you talkin’ ’bout work
She say I’m too hard to handle
She say I’m too hard to handle
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
I’m drinkin’ straight dout the handle
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
I just wanna race a Lambo
Gucci be all on her sandals
I need a million this year
Know you be flexing you talkin’ ’bout work
Gucci be all on her sandals
Anything possible you gotta get it and I had to make the example
[Chorus]

Let’s roll the dice and gamble
You know that we mobbin we keep the car running
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
[Verse 1]
I brought the whole hood in here
Duck in a Lambo, switch gears

That’s just how we move like sopranos
I just wanna race a Lambo
I just wanna race a Lambo
She gave me top so sincere
Why these boys sound like samples
Gotta blend in like a camo
She say I’m too hard to handle
I just wanna race a Lambo
I just wanna race a Lambo
She say I’m too hard to handle
I just wanna race a Lambo
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
She say I’m too hard to handle

Let’s roll the dice and gamble

I just wanna race a Lambo
But that ain’t ya pack, it’s ya man’s O
Remy might make me go Rambo
[Verse 2]
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
I just wanna race a Lambo

I just wanna race a Lambo
You a beginner, don’t take it there
Way before I had a fan doe
Know you be flexing you talkin’ ’bout work
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
We bust the work down and into shares
I wanna shine like Ric fFair
Let’s roll the dice and gamble
Let’s roll the dice and gamble

Jonas Brothers – When You Look Me In The Eyes

When you’re right here by my side
And tell me that you love me

Everything’s alright

Everything’s alright
I can reach my tomorrow
Everything’s alright
When you look me in the eyes
When you look me in the eyes
I can hold my head up high
When you look me in the eyes, oh, yeah, ah
The place of loving you

And tell me that you love me
Can you ever find a home?
When you look me in the eyes
And it’s all because you’re by my side

There’s gotta be a million reasons
I catch a glimpse of heaven
I never make it on my own

When you’re right here by my side
Oh, I find my paradise
When I hold you in my arms
I’m gonna tell you that I love you
I find my paradise
Dreams can’t take
In the best way that I can

Everything’s alright
I catch a glimpse of heaven
I just got to let you know
When you’re right here by my side
I know that it’s forever
When you look me in the eyes
I find my paradise
How long will I be waiting

And tell me that you love me
When you look me in the eyes
To be with you again?
When you look me in the eyes

You’re the light that make my darkness disappear
I never wanna let you go
And tell me that you love me
When you look me in the eyes
When you look me in the eyes
Movin’ on, I start to realize

‘Cause when you look me in the eyes
Why it’s true
When you’re right here by my side
I’ve been looking for that someone
I catch a glimpse of heaven

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
I can’t take a day without you here

If the heart is always searching

Phillip Phillips – Into The Wild

Into the wild
Into the wild
You could take it with your smile
I can be your landslide
Let me feel your hunger
Roll me like the thunder
Into the wild (tame you)
Cause I’ll follow you
For me tonight
I won’t tame you
And I’ll follow you
I won’t change you
‘Cause I’ll follow you
(Change you)
Into the wild
Steal the breath I’m holding
Into the wild

Kiss me like you’re heartless
When the viper bites
And you can be my fault line
(Tame you)
I won’t tame you, no

And I’ll follow you
When your heart is broken
Into the wild
I won’t change you
I’ll suck out all the poison
Into the wild

Into the wild (change you)
Into the wild

Let’s jump and shake the earth
Then run away and hide
Into the wild (tame you)

Chase me in the darkness
Into the wild (change you)
Into the wild

Drown me in slow motion
Into the wild
And I’ll follow you

ASAP Ferg – Family

That’s what I’m sayin’, drug game like a cancer
People think they broad is all from Atlanta (Yeah)
She kick her legs up, she a African dancer
Keep the "Smith &" if you slippin’, you got rich, just let me get it

He was wearin’ pandas, minks coats, now he in the slammer (Yeah)
Yeah, family
Oh, my family
Oh, my family
My fathers cross cost an arm and a hammer (Right)
[?]
She kept it in the mattress, kept my unc’ out the slammer
My mama always taught me
Yeah, family tree
Was never home and showed up to be Santa (Ah)
[Outro]
Yeah, family
And my grandmas, my grandma, one hit the hammer
Do it
Do it
[Verse 1]
I hate it when my mama curse me out in the public
T-Nice ran with a posse, only do damage (Right)
[Verse 3]
My daddy had the silver mink matchin’ the Benz
Family tree
Uh
With me as I climb the mountains are the rich and the famous
And I can’t stand her like "Dirty Diana" (Right)
And Pschyo was a Pschyo with a deuce in his Timbs
Who you starin’ at?" My grandma say, "Lord of the planet"
In and out with a shawty, she beat me for actin’ naughty

Life’s a bitch, you’s my grandma, grandma
Oh, my family
Yeah, family tree
Oh, my family
Grandma, holy moly, she dancin’, I see Marcus Garvey on the wall and say "damn it
Uh
[Intro]
Yeah
Do it
T-Nice introduced me to some killers for friends
Family tree
Oh, my family
[Chorus]

Life’s a tightrope, the fam give me balance

I used to hang out with gang bangers like Santana that wear bandanas
Yeah
I said, "My mama"
I do it
[Verse 2]
Yeah, uh
One dressed like Hammer and was an African dancer

T-Nice cooked the white slow, thank God he ain’t do life though
And red clothes with pit bulls, the red nose
Yeah, uh
You can tell she is a fan of the Black Panthers
Fuckin’ bitches, the baddest and buyin’ whips to crash
Bring it back
And my daddy, my daddy, he a savage
And my uncles, my uncle, one name is Pschyo
I do it
Family
The other had a caesar with some pants like Hammer
[Chorus]

My grandma had the arthritis, holdin’ the hammer (Yeah)

Lil Uzi Vert – 200 My Dash

I know why you mad
Carry my shirt cause it’s Gucci (huh)
Can’t get the check, you bitch (bye) (yuh)
My crib where my section is (yeah)
I hope I don’t crash (woah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
I’m driving too fast (slow down, slow down)
Pull out a hundred can’t give my girl 99 of it I blessed my chick (yeah)
I told that girl I’m reloaded (damn)
I had to rest my drip (yeah)
And my bullets hit like boulders (damn)
You tryna act like you like me (hu)
Hold up (what)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Twelve pull up told me to slow up (skrr)
You got your first piece of Rafs (huh), you tryna flex and shit (yeah)

Don’t want no messages (yuh)
Woah, woah, woah, woah

I flooded AP, like Rollie (woah)
.30 rounds all in my clip (yah)
Cause I got the cash
I start the fan in the [?] (I love my plug)
Just wanna check, you bitch (hunh)
Plugg DJ suckas
Feelings ain’t catching it (yuh)
I got that bread in the toaster (woah)
Woah, woah, woah woah
Don’t want no sex you bitch (damn)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Drive in the Lamb like a lotus
The Plug
Spin around in with a donut (vroom)
Diamonds they hit like the ocean (yah)
I hope I don’t crash (woah)
Scope got the aim with the ruler (fire)
I’m driving too fast (slow down, slow down)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Can’t fit in my pockets so I envelope it (gun sounds)
Money so thick I can’t fold it (can’t fold it)

Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
My new girl yeah that shit fulgar (unh)
Cause I got that cash
I love my plug
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Got the chopper with no holster (bah)
Just wanna check, you bitch (huh)
Swervin’ the range that’s the Rover (it’s fire)
She suck my dick like a stick (yah)
I found out she no deep throater (ha)
Cause I got that cash
I hope I don’t crash (woah)
I had your girl I won’t hold up (lil uzi)
I had to rest my drip (yeah) (hey)
Baby girl rest your lips (yuh)
I’m flexin’ my bag
Baby girl rest your lips (yuh)

Told her you talk too much (yeah)
She want the neck, you bitch (huh)
Yeah, 200 my dash
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
200 my dash

Double cup I with the potion
Woah, woah, woah, woah
I hit the shot with the floater
Not with the texting, bitch (hello)
I know why you mad
200 my dash
Told her don’t call my phone (yeah)
I got so much money boy they be watchin’ that I had to rest my drip (yeah)
I got that bread in the toaster (woah)
I do not go to the club

I’m flexin’ my bag (Flex)
I’m flexin’ my bag

I know why you mad
That shit might knock on my shoulder (gun sounds)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
I’m driving too fast (slow down, slow down)
Woah, woah, woah, woah