Zedd, Maren Morris & Grey – The Middle (Lyric Video)

And it’s not about my pride
I’m losing my mind just a little
Regardless my objection
[Verse 2: Maren Morris]
[Pre-Chorus: Maren Morris]

Got so aggressive

Why don’t you pull me close
So pull me closer
Of just how we got into this mess
In the middle
All good intentions
So why don’t you just meet me in the middle
Why don’t you just meet me in the middle
Baby

Baby
Take a seat
I can’t just let you go

Just pouring out admission
I’m losing my mind just a little
[Chorus: Maren Morris]

Back for a minute, into the kitchen
[Pre-Chorus: Maren Morris]
Baby, I’m losing my mind just a little
Baby
How did we get into this mess
Right over there, sat on the stairs
I need you on my skin just
So why don’t you just meet me in the middle, middle
Why don’t you come on over
Stay or leave
In the middle
So why don’t you just meet me in the middle
Why don’t you just meet me in the middle
Why don’t you pull me close
In the middle, no no
Looking at you I can’t lie
Take a step
The cabinets are bare and I’m unaware

And taps are still running, dishes are broken
[Chorus: Maren Morris]
[Chorus: Maren Morris]
I’m losing my mind just a little
[Bridge: Maren Morris]

Floors are wet
Oh, baby
I’m losing my mind just a little
Why don’t you come on over
So why don’t you just meet me in the middle
Come over, pull me in just
[Verse 1: Maren Morris]
I can’t just let you go

Baby
All good intentions
Why don’t you just meet me in the middle
In the middle, middle

I know we meant
So why don’t you just meet me in the middle
Why don’t you just meet me in the middle
Got so aggressive
So why don’t you just meet me in the middle
So pull me closer
In the middle
I know we meant
Why don’t you just meet me in the middle
In the middle
I’m losing my mind just a little
Oh baby
Why don’t you just meet me in the middle

Lil Wayne – Big Bad Wolf

Fuck with me, I go loud and paloozo
If ya nigga miss you and he have opinions
She got a Golden Globe head and her Oscar booty
Hungry lawyers make a snack out witnesses
I don’t fuck with cops, that’s the piggly wiggly
The power to do so, my pocket is sumo
I’m the sickest nigga skippin’ doctors visits
Shootin’ up the jurors (Damn!)
Rhyme or reason
Big bad wolf, watch the moon glow (Rrr!)
I’ma make the nurse ride me like a giant scooter
Keep that shit on Twitter
Turnin’ homies into flower choosers
Y’all just wussy
And she had potential but he lacked credentials
Better pay the difference to the racketeers
When shit get ugly, I go pretty Ricky
Niggas talkin’ out their bowel movers
Your squad ain’t hard, that’s cushion
And I am the maestro and you just a typo
I got a greek freak, she call me Antetokounmpo
Watchin’ me do push-ups
So I had to tenant it and I had to rent it
Put a stockin’ on my face and hit a lick in’
Change in their pockets, nor a couch to lose it
That ain’t sauce, that’s puddin’
If we winning, win it
So your missus on all kind of missions
And Robert Houston with the contribusive for the Monster juices
Hallelujah, power intruders
Tell a doc that’s tryna to save your life and runnin’ wires through you
Bitch walk around my house like Hooters
Keep that shit in your shitter
[Intro]
Not even ’bout pollution
I got me a Lou Holt when I was a do hole
While your bitch givin’ me her twenty-twenty like she tired of Mickey-D’s
I don’t fuck with rats, neither Minnie Micky
I got some bullets, go pull up in hoodies and come take a looksie
Sound familiar? My plug’s Sicilian
Where the ass that jiggle, where to grab a tickle?
Need to help her friends through, I think that’s official
Just playin’ with herself and I look up (Damn!)
I’m hotter than Sushi, still swallow my soup bowl
I’m a silent shooter with a silent shooter
I’m out of my loophole, you outta the loop though
Yeah, cannibalism going animalistic in a line of civilians
And some elites and some college niggas
And I’m magnificent so I had to pimp her
Now you pull up looking like you crackin’ mirrors
You plottin’ on me, my foot up
Keep my bad bitch, did her
Wendy’s, Denny’s like she tired of Macy’s
Fuck my bitch’s friends, and they friendly-friendly
Y’all ain’t lit, y’all litter
Just follow the kupo and I know that you know
Don’t name my pistol
Ain’t got a house to live in, ain’t got a pool to swim in
Or eat that shit, don’t spit up (Rrr!)
Hittin’ some new notes
Got my neighbor’s eyes bigger than the Simpson’s
Make your bitch a widow and your mom a cougar
Now the artificial become sacrificial
Niggas prostitutin’, these rappers ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit

I’m the reason, got they eyes wide but to blind to see ’em
Clap at you, if don’t die, I’ll boo ya
It’s the blood gang, it’s the money gang
Pull up trigger finger, holler, and pull though
Prom with the college and one with the juco
Yeah
Where the throat deep enough to land a missile?
Real boss nigga, shit, might have a Hugo
Monster too slow, my [?], macho mucho
Better play hooky
Got all these niggas on silent and mute mode
These niggas clones, copycats, and chameleons
‘Boutta catch a triple, flip kick jiu-jitsu
Mafia Nuvo, I am the uno
Once they dead and gone, no power familiar
Don’t make a difference if you taste the difference
That’s a body count, where the mathematician?
[Verse]
He the one who told me that
He could die next to ya (Rrr!)
Molly mixed with white girl, Molly Susan
Yeah, triggers fingers finna act like bristles
Keep my man bitch, put up
Throwing pool parties, she don’t have a swimsuit
I got some hookers hookin’ up with some politicans
JC Penny’s, I got bitches gettin’ tired of spinning, spin it
Gettin’ the moolah by the minuto
"sometimes you gotta leave ya la familia, behind the millions"
(Pah, pah, pah) Sound like a symphony or Operah, tudo
I’m wiser than you know, a private school flow
And I worked the lanes like Shaq and Penny
So give me a sec, I’ll go at your neck
With friends like those, it make me text all my enemies and tell ’em I don’t need ’em
Now we at his villa, aiming at his pillars
We pull out the movie, win awards
Red rags to riches, need happy endings
When she left her thong, that’s paraphernalia
Hungry artists or starving artists in the kitchen
Tunechi across her bosom (Damn!)
Then it’s back to business and we laugh at sentencin’
Tell him two cents is only half a nickel
Where the wettest clitoris and baddest nipples?
Mmm
Private flight, don’t fly in too low
And send you back looking like the Dracula bit you (Rrr!)
Let her partner shoot her
I had to ask ’em, what’s four plus two though? (Rrr!)
I got Dream Chasers that ain’t never dreamt it
Your thot need to get her look up
Y’all just pussy, get buried together and let ’em play footsie
I name the trigger, Benjamin Button, push ’em (Bam!)
But my pockets, pistons smokin’ hockey stick
Restaurant and cafeterias
Turn your kids into father choosers
Towel user, power user

ASAP Rocky – 5IVE $TAR$

Sippin’ the Wock
I used to sip Actavis
Uh, uh
I pull up and walk
I’ve been trippin’ a lot (lot, lot)
Gettin’ the guap, gettin’ the guap
They don’t know Flacko (they don’t know Flacko)
New Prada bag (new Prada bag)
I pull up in what?
I pull up in what?
Gucci down to the socks (down to the socks)
I pull up and walk
Brown butterscotch (brown butterscotch)
Sippin’ the Wock
This nigga’s colossal
I just fibbed to the cops (fibbed to the cops)
[Chorus: DRAM & A$AP Rocky]
[Outro: A$AP Rocky]
Carhartt where my car parked
My nigga says he got the Wock for 40 a line (a line)
Sippin’ the Wock
If I sip a deuce, it get me through every time (every time)
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
[Chorus: DRAM & A$AP Rocky]
Sippin’ the Wock

You must’ve forgot
[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Paint the picture like pop art
Sippin’ these [?]
Got a script from the doc (script from the doc)
Pour the soda in the Wockhardt
Bitches gon’ fuck
I forget shit a lot, word

I do what I want (do what I want, want), I’m sippin’ the Wock (yeah)
They manufactured it

I do what I want (do, do, do what I want)
Boy, you sweeter than Pop-Tart
She done fucked about five stars, sidebar
If I sip a deuce, it get me through every time (every time)
Pull off, all the kids fightin’ like, "That’s my car"
Just come and get me when it’s my part
Givin’ me top
Sippin’ the Wock
I’m showin’ my teeth off
Calvin and Raf (Calvin and Raf) now out of stock (now out of stock)
I’m grippin’ the wop (woo, I’m grippin’ the wop)
Two thousand in rocks
Popcorn in the Klondike
Say I’m pretty like Leon
I modeled for Dior
I don’t snitch to the cops (snitch to the cops)
I don’t talk to the 12 (talk to the 12)
My bitch is a model
Got lean in my mattresses
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & DRAM]
My nigga says he got the Wock for 40 a line (a line)
Left the restaurant, five stars
I’m sippin’ the Wock (Wock)
Womens gon’ flock
They don’t know Flacko, grippin’ the wop (Flacko)
Gave the Uber-man five stars
I pull up in what?
Sippin’ a lot (lot, lot)

Sippin’ the Wock
Do what I want (uh, uh, do what I want)
Throwin’ me box

Her chest beatin’ like five hearts
I pull up and walk
I was fuckin’ with a five star

Dabrye – Lil Mufukuz (feat. MF Doom)

You think that’s harsh? It’s even worser for the boys
Right after dark, Amy, it’ll light up the whole lawn!
It’s too much sugar, start to hyperact
Light up the whole world?
Instead of playin’ games inside, bike
Whoop that ass in front of your friends

Out here doin’ the darndest things, hysterical
"Get back up in this house!" a grandmama shouts
No doubt, scout’s honor
Then drag ’em by the earlobe like, "Don’t do it again!
Face and fingers sticky and dirty from icky Now & Laters
Isn’t she adorable?
Whiny peace pop rappers and snotty nosed clubrats get the slap
They need to go fly a kite light to get high off lifelike
Will it light up the whole world, daddy?
Pssh, respect your elders, tell your sisters and brothers
When are they gonna turn on the lights daddy?
The whole world’s watching y’all’s little mufuckas
When are they gonna turn on the lights, daddy?
[Verse 2]
[Outro]

Schemin’ on a snack, look like someone needs a nap
Now get to them chores or else you can’t hit the blunt for a month
Wild ass childish rappers that need the time out
Contrary to bias towards age or physical height
Cut off allowances and take away they toys
Off they monkey bars in this riddle ruckus
And you’re grounded, no outside, no out front
Will it light up the whole world, daddy?
Light up the whole world?
I watch ’em run away from home and come back humble
Light up the whole…?

Light up the whole world?
Slow down buddy or things could get ugly
[Verse 1]
Ouch, what would rhyme with gout?
Strollin’ by rollin’ eyes like hater
Light up the whole world?
Runnin’ behind on ‘er like [?]
Wanderin’ through the hood in tight pajamas with they ass out
Light up the whole…?
Grown folks is talkin’, don’t even mumble!"

[Intro]
The belt is right here, be seen and not heard
Light up the whole world?
As in on stage or lyrical mic
Real MCs fuck dat
Give ’em a mean look, that’s my word
How they got through the kindergarten is a miracle
Isn’t she adorable?
Little mufuckas
Wash they mouth out with Bronner’s for showin’ off with sponsors

T-Pain – Roll In Peace (Remix)

Chevrolet got that motor (bitch)
I’m her baby daddy (ohh)
All the pussy niggas talking shit that don’t know me
[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, can’t catch up, ayy
Boy, you need to run your check up, yeah
They tried to give me eight
God told me that I was gon’ be here back in ’94 (bitch)
And when they locked Lil Kodak up, my nigga I couldn’t believe it, huh
Say you gon’ blast for me, yeah
I can’t even go to sleep (why?), your bitch keep blowin’ me (yah)
I rep that shit from the 850 down to the Florida Keys (yah)
I’ma just switch my flow up, yeah
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
Parking lot, I lift the door up (bitch)
Maybe I’m sick, no check up, yeah
I know she ’boutta run my check up (ohh)
[Verse 3: XXXTENTACION]
Niggas must wanna bleed (ooh), they don’t wanna play my beat (ooh)
We all roll together nigga
Got your bitch snortin’ Coca-Cola (bitch, bitch, bitch)
He don’t even believe in Jesus
That mean a young nigga got what on me? (ayy)

God told me that I was gon’ be here back in ’94 (bitch)

Maybe I’m just too G for you
Every Florida nigga coming up, that is that shit that I like to see (oh yeah)
You want me to take my time with you
You ain’t the one for me, baby
You said that you gon’ ride for me
Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
[Chorus 1: T-Pain]
I ain’t gon’ do the nigga shit ’cause I’m too good for features, huh
You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
Before me and Kodak roll through slowly
If we gon’ be Florida niggas, let’s be Florida these days, know what I’m talkin’ about?
Instead of looking over my shoulder, huh
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
I’m about to switch my hoe up (why?)
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
He don’t even believe in Jesus
[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
[?] (ohh)
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got for me
You can’t kill me, nigga, I swear that I’ve been died before (bitch)
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
Why you ain’t show me none of the love you say you have for me, yeah
Yeah, boop!) (Yeah, boop!
Last time I wifed a bitch she told the world I beat her, huh
You can’t kill me, nigga, I swear that I’ve been died before (bitch)
[Verse 1: T-Pain]
Well maybe I’m not your speed bitch
That you ain’t gon ride for me
Bitch, I needed you drastically, yeah
Pockets on Pinocchio, poking yuh
[Chorus 2: Kodak Black]
They tried to give me eight
Say you gon’ clap for me, yeah

[?] at 4 in the morning (ooh)
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me

Diamonds all on my molars (bitch)

Ayy lil’ shawty, pop my whoadie

Diamonds all on my molars (bitch)
Chevrolet got that motor (bitch)
Said I knocked her period on
Even the blind can see
Every Florida nigga saying that they the only Florida nigga

[Chorus 2: Kodak Black]
That you ain’t gon ride for me
Even when I’m fucking, I’m masked up, ayy
Baby, that’s blasphemy, yeah
She in love with a Florida nigga, she don’t wanna leave Tallahassee
And you say that you gon’ ride with me
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
That shit is a blast for me (yeah), so why you ain’t show me?
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me

(yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Niggas ain’t rats where I’m from (why?) so they don’t fuck with my cheese (nah)
Remember when I had that poker, huh
Baby, you’re bad for me, yeah
[Chorus 1: T-Pain]
Everybody notice me (yeah)
Parking lot, I lift the door up (bitch)
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, no ketchup, yeah
Got your bitch snortin’ Coca-Cola (bitch, bitch, bitch)
Hit her face down with her ass up, ayy
I ain’t gon’ fuck the nigga bitch ’cause I know she a eater, ayy
Everybody notice me (yeah)
Why you got a Jesus piece?
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)

Gotta hit a lick, can’t mess up (why?)
That shit don’t sound right to me (nah), my niggas gon’ blast for me (yeah)
I can’t even roll in peace (why?), all my cars orange and green
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
Forcing with a nigga, no Yoda, huh
Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch
Hit her from the back, damn that bitch bleeding
If you talk that blasphemy (yeah) blastin’ a fuck nigga head off (woah)
Even the blind can see (what)
[Intro: T-Pain]
Why you got a Jesus piece?
I was goin’ through tragedy
‘Cause everyone [?] starting to throw up
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got me for me

Set my nigga Kodak free (why?), that ain’t where he supposed to be (oh yeah)

Maybe I’m sick, no throw up, yeah

Kip Moore – Last Shot

Last call, last chance, last dance I was ever gonna get to take
If you were my last shot, of whiskey
If you were my last shot, last shot of whiskey
Then I’d shoot you down
Swirl you around and around and around
If you were my last shot, of whiskey
If you wanna know the truth how I feel about you tonight

Swirl you around and around and around

If you were my last night of hell on wheels, I’d wanna drive you like I stole ya
If you were my last breath, I’d just wanna hold ya

I’d be floating round high as the Colorado sky blowing smoke rings all night long
Like Jack and Coke, sitting on the bar when it gets watered down
I’d press you to my lips, take a little sip

Then I’d shoot you down
Well, baby love’s just one of those words that gets thrown around

If you were my last night of hell on wheels, I’d wanna drive you like I stole ya
So baby let me look at you and see just what I got
And if I couldn’t hail you, oh baby I’d be gone
If you were my cherry stem I’d tie you in a knot
Well, I’d just wanna hold ya

Then I’d shoot you down
I’d press you to my lips, take a little sip
My last night of hell on wheels, wanna drive you like I stole ya
Swirl you around and around and around
If you were my last breath, I’d just wanna hold ya
Then I’d shoot you down
If you were my last breath, I’d just wanna hold ya
I’d press you to my lips, take a little sip
Well, if you were my last breath
So I ain’t gonna say it, oh but I ain’t gonna lie

Vasiliki Ntanta – Ούτε Να Σε Ξαναδώ

μόνο μακριά απο μας
Στο ‘χα πει θα μετανιώσεις
δεν θέλω φτάνει,
όπως έστρωσες κοιμήσου
που ζητάς απεγνωσμένα
ένα τίποτα ήσουν πάντα
και να με παρακαλάς
και στην θέση την δική μου

ρόδα είναι η ζωή
και μην μου μιλάς για αγάπη
Ούτε να σε ξαναδώ
τωρα δεν σου φταίω εγώ
που το πέρασα για κάτι…

Ούτε να σε ξαναδώ
έχω πεθάνει

Ούτε να σε ξαναδώ μπροστά μου
Ούτε να σε ξαναδώ μπροστά μου
που το πέρασα για κάτι…
Ένα μάθημα να πάρεις
το δικό μου σ’ αγαπώ
και μην μου μιλάς για αγάπη
για να μάθεις ν’αγαπας
ένα τίποτα ήσουν πάντα
Στο ‘χα πει οτι γυριζει

πες πως δεν υπάρχω πια για ‘σενα
έχω πεθάνει
τώρα βρίσκεσαι εσύ…
ξέρεις να με εκτιμάς
Να με ψάχνεις να με θέλεις
αφού μόνο αν δεν με έχεις
δεν θέλω φτάνει,
πες πως δεν υπάρχω πια για ‘σενα

Dejan Matic – Deficit (Novogodisnja Zurka TvDmSat) (Live)

krene u životu
i ne gubim nadu
i ne gubim nadu
Ne gledam u druge
uvek dođe neko zlo
jedino još ja sam
jedino još ja sam

i na sebe ne dajem
na mene sve se spustilo
krene u životu
sreća me baš neće
u deficitu s njom
u deficitu s njom

samo je kod mene lom

samo je kod mene lom
vreme stane kako kom
udara u glavu
nek se neko drugi
Nedopustivo
jedino još ja sam

niko ne vidi kroz mrak
tada biće bolje znam
Ne gledam u druge
uvek dođe neko zlo

a ja ću po svom
samo je kod mene lom
na mene sve se spustilo
Nedopustivo

Kada svane novi dan
neće da me obore
krene u životu
jedino još ja sam
Ja se još ne predajem
krene u životu
samo je kod mene lom
jer u zoru biću jak
a ja ću po svom
neće da me obore
Svakog makar jednom
[Refren]

Mene sreća nikada

vreme stane kako kom
nek se neko drugi
sreća me baš neće
sreća me baš neće
sreća me baš neće
u deficitu s njom
jer u zoru biću jak
Svakog makar jednom
Svakog makar jednom
udara u glavu
Svakog makar jednom
priče što se govore
[Refren]
da mi pokvari sve to
nije sama pratila
u deficitu s njom

Dunja Popovic – Incidentna (Novogodisnja Zurka TvDmSat) (Live)

ja noćas luda sam
biće sve po mom

gazim na dvesta, napravite mesta
na tvoj telefon ako mi se javi

[Refren]
biće sve po mom

Ma ne zna ona ko sam ja
sve dok te ona ima
meni se pale alarmi u glavi
Kad te vidim s njom
ma ne plaši me interventna
samo na vatru dodaje benzina
samo čekaju na mene
Sve su patrole spremne
gazim na dvesta, napravite mesta
Sve su patrole spremne
ma ne plaši me interventna
na tvoj telefon ako mi se javi
da nisam tako fina
noćas sam incidentna
[Refren] x2
Kad te vidim s njom
noćas sam incidentna
dva su promila, neću biti fina
to što radiš s njom
sve zbog jedne žene

meni se pale alarmi u glavi
ma napraviću lom
ma napraviću lom

Trista stepeni gori sad u meni

Dzidza – Mocna Ko Rusija (Novogodisnja Zurka TvDmSat) (Live)

Broj telefona i devojke mi traze
Volim da ih gledam kako se trude
Nosim 10 soma u garderobi

Dovodim do ludila
Privatna obezbedjenja oko mene straze
Zato budi zlato da bih bila tvoja
Sve mi obecavaju i nude
Pa zato ove noci trazi me i murija
Odlucujem ko sudija
Sve sto imas mora da se podeli na pola
Mocna ko Rusija
[Refren] x2
Uvek sam namestena kao lutrija
Zlatno je moja omiljena boja
Oko mene uvek lova
Pogledom ubijam
[Refren] x2
Dovodim do ludila
Ne nosim armanija gucci ni pradu
Uvek sam namestena kao lutrija
Mocna ko Rusija
Pa zato ove noci trazi me i murija
I to samo u stiklama i torbi
Pogledom ubijam
Odlucujem ko sudija
Kaze da u crno zavijam
Siveno po meri imam jedina u gradu
Najveci karakter pored mene se mnogo lako savija

Kola bela nakit zut i u najboljoj marini najveci Azimut

Dzidza – Antireklama (Novogodisnja Zurka TvDmSat) (Live)

Da još jednom vidiš koga gubiš
Nisam se ovako ja obukla
Uvek se otkačim, kad god me otkačiš
Nije to večeras delo moje
U mraku nastala potpuna tama
Da još jednom vidiš koga gubiš
Nije to večeras delo moje
Ja sam ti najveća antireklama.
[Refren]
Uvek se otkačim, kad god me otkačiš
Ne dajem ja noćas usne svima

Uvek se otkačim, kad god me otkačiš
To je ko i uvek delo tvoje
Ja sam ti najveća antireklama.
Ja sam ti najveća antireklama.
To je ko i uvek delo tvoje

Ja sam ti najveća antireklama.
[Refren] x2
Da bi ljudi rekli da sam pukla
U mraku nastala potpuna tama
Već zbog tebe štoje svu noć ljubiš
Zato što bi da me svako ima
Ne znam gde udaram, s tobom se sudaram
Već zbog tebe štoje svu noć ljubiš

Uvek se otkačim, kad god me otkačiš
Ne znam gde udaram, s tobom se sudaram

Emanuela – Нотариално заверен

Много си ме бива, можеш ли и ти така?
Няма да се върна, но ми стига, че го знам
Уморен от всички, супер тъжен и пиян

Че липсвам, кажи ми
Няма да се върна, но ми стига, че го знам
Нещо нотариално да ти заверя ли?
Много си ме бива, можеш ли и ти така?
Напий се, звънни ми
Аз печата, че по мене полудяваш
Никоя не искаш да я опознаеш
Ти като колан, кажи, ли го играеш?
Че липсвам, кажи ми
Искаш ли играчки нови да ти купя?
После да не стане, че не си разбрал

Искаш ли за мене нещо да ти кажа?
Че липсвам, кажи ми
Аз печата, че по мене полудяваш

Чувам, че говориш, аз това го мразя
Стяга ли те нещо, сменяш дупката

Аз не пръскам, да ти кажа само лъскам
Напий се, звънни ми

Биеш ли се в гърдите с много, че си спал?
Нещо нотариално да ти заверя ли?
Уморен от всички, супер тъжен и пиян
Болката например, че това от теб видях
Уморен от всички, супер тъжен и пиян
Няма да се върна, но ми стига, че го знам
Трудно като стане, нека влиза следваща
Нещо нотариално да ти заверя ли?
Аз не пръскам, да ти кажа само лъскам

Щракаш ли с пръсти, или да ти щракна
Искаш ли играчки нови да ти купя?
Напий се, звънни ми
Че по детски някак правиш ме на тъпа
Аз печата, че по мене полудяваш
Че по детски някак правиш ме на тъпа
Болката например, че това от теб видях
Щракаш ли с пръсти, или да ти щракна
Болката например, че това от теб видях
Щракаш ли с пръсти, или да ти щракна

Jhene Aiko – Sativa (feat. Rae Sremmurd)

Why you make it so complicated?
Why you make it so complicated?
But I lasted ten rounds like a freak
I said I’m ready (I said I’m ready)
Why you make it so complicated?
Yeah, the drinks are on me

Smokin’ weed out the container
It’s me and you and we makin’ arrangements (me and you, me and you, me and you)
[Verse 2: Jhené Aiko]
There’s more where that came from, that’s all I’m sayin’
Concentratin’, concentratin’ on the way

I’ma keep it simple with you, baby
Hold the phone (please hold the phone)
[Intro: Jhené Aiko & Swae Lee]

Told ’em, "Drinks is on me"
Got me feelin’ some type of way
I said now go and take a shot on me
Like a G
Dive in that, I’ma really dive in that

I said I’m ready (oh yeah, I’m ready)
Later on (later on)
I know you won’t leave me hangin’ (I know, I know)
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
You know I don’t ever play no games
Dive in that, mmm, let me dive in that
You keep the rhythm
You know I don’t ever complicate it
There’s more where that came from, that’s all I’m sayin’ (that’s all I’m saying)
Is it hot in here or is it just me?
[Outro: Swae Lee]
Dive in that, mmm, I’ma dive in that

Indica be havin’ me stuck
We spend cash for our entertainment
I’ll keep it simple, baby

Now we’re on (And if we’re on)
Off the drink, we concentratin’ (off the drink and we concentratin’)
Smokin’ weed out the container
I am on one (oh, I am on one)
(where you gon’ be at?) Where you be at?
It’s you and me and we makin’ arrangements (you and me, you and me, you and me)
You know just how to keep me up
It’s you and me and we makin’ arrangements
Hold the phone (hold the phone)
You came through with that sativa
Told ’em, "Go on, take a shot on three"

Get ready (oh, yeah, I’m ready)
[Verse 1: Jhené Aiko]
There’s more where that came from, that’s all I’m sayin’
There’s more where that came from, that’s all I’m sayin’
Get ready (oh, yes, I’m ready)
I know you won’t leave me hangin’
Dive in that, mmm, I’m gon’ dive in that
Yeah

Why you make it so complicated? (why you make it so complicated?)
It’s me and you and we makin’ arrangements
Smokin’ weed out the container
Off the drink, we concentratin’
Get ready (oh, please get ready)
Yeah, oh, oh
Oh my God, I’m glad you came

It’s me and you and we makin’ arrangements

We spend cash for our entertainment (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I am on one (I am on one)
Dive in that
Get ready (get ready)
I know you won’t leave me hangin’
We spend cash for our entertainment
[Pre-Chorus: Jhené Aiko]
Off the drink, we concentratin’
You know it, better believe it
I’m so high in here, been smokin’ on this weed
Off the drink, we concentratin’
Smokin’ weed out the container (we smoke, we smoke)
[Chorus: Swae Lee & Jhené Aiko]
Later on (later on, later on, oh)
It’s you and me and we makin’ arrangements
I know you won’t leave me hangin’
[Chorus: Swae Lee & Jhené Aiko]
[Pre-Chorus: Jhené Aiko]
We spend cash for entertainment
Where you be at? (where you gon’ be at?)
It’s you and me and we makin’ arrangements
Now we’re on (oh, we’re on)
Only drug a bitch is on is the tree
It’s me and you and we makin’ arrangements

Fredo Santana – I Need More (feat. Young Scooter)

If a plug bring problem, you know I could handle it
I need that diamond, the trap we taking chains too
All these bitches on my dick

But I need more, but I need more

So when I need some bricks, I just make some more of them
Got a couple plugs but I think I need more
I don’t give a fuck who you are, serve to your mobs

All these bitches on my dick
Hunned killers when I step out, hunnid grand in my safe house
I put my name off a clientele, that black amigo shit
Truckloads of them bricks and bells took up all of it
Think I need more, think I need more
I was list for 4 rounds, I was street profit
I gotta get it, I gotta get it
Got a couple plugs but I think I need more
[Verse 2: Fredo Santana]

Think I need more, think I need more
I got 5 different plugs, that’s a lot of profit
But I think I need more
But I need more, but I need more
I gotta get it, I gotta get it
Got a couple plugs but I think I need more
[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
Think I need more, think I need more
Killers with me, they safe out
Fredo, Reese, they on 64th, I fuck with Sosa them
Think I need more, think I need more
All these bricks coming in
But I think I need more
Got a lot of money but I think I need more
All these bricks coming in
[Hook: Fredo Santana]
Think I need more, think I need more
300 glory boys, black amigo balling
Turn your ass around, you look suspicious, we ain’t serving you
Think I need more, think I need more
But I think I need more
Got a lot of money but I think I need more
All these bricks coming in
Just a young hustla

All these bitches on my dick

But I need more, but I need more
Got a lot of money but I think I need more
Got Columbian, Jamaican plugs and I know Mexicans
I robbed a lot of plugs, they known for snitching in the end
Fuck niggas stretched out on the concrete with they chest out
[Intro: Fredo Santana]
Think I need more, think I need more
Kick the door really safe out
[Hook: Fredo Santana]
Every month on the 24th I get some more of them
Think I need more, think I need more
Bill g, GBE, that’s how we stunt them bricks
Think I need more, think I need more
Scooter bring that vet out, we ran around with that tec out
[Hook: Fredo Santana]
Gotta get this money so you know I’m trappin stupid hard

Famous Dex – Blue Chips (feat. Rich The Kid)

Ac come in, I sip it quick
Rich forever, bitch we up now
I’mma keep it on the low, I ain’t gonna tell nobody (huh, yeah)
Bitch it ain’t nothing I pour a six
Ac it up!
Huh
Double cup (Double cup)
I’m on the jet
Lookin’ at my diamonds, yeah, your shit looking old (so old)

Ball like Scottie Pippin, money old
(Ooh)
My whip is white like Cool Whip
You can get hit with the MAC
I’m running around with two chicken strips
Real big diamonds on me I can blind a bitch
Can’t sit with us
Can’t sit with us

Smoking cookie now, everything bust down
Sniffin’ coca nose
Hol’ up
Fuck yo bitch she missing (huh)
My whip is white like Cool Whip
I’m so up (I’m so up)
[Chorus]
[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
Stackin’ the green and the blue chips

My wrist a pool, come take a dip
I’m so up (I’m so up)
I heard she wack
Mike Dean you can’t do this to them man
Huh
I’m so up (I’m so up)
You niggas so broke yeah
My wrist a pool, come take a dip
[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
[Chorus]
Sippin’ (huh)
I do not handle that
Ayy, ayy

And now my bitch she need a visa, she is such a eater
When I get the Bentley back imma do a few donuts
[Chorus]
Huh
Fuck a lil’ bitch from the back
Extra body
I said my shooters gon’ handle that
Fuck around, got rich, pockets so swole up (I’m rich)
Stackin’ the green and the blue chips
Gangster bitch she be tryna come over
Sniffinè the coke when she suck the dick
Stackin’ the green and the blue chips
You can’t sit with us, it’s a bet (a bet)
Double cup (Double cup)
We should add this back
30 you a fool for this one
Call me Scottie Pippin
Ac it up!
I know the ac is bad
30 you a fool for this one
My diamonds are froze, your bitch on gold
They don’t want me, you might catch a body

These niggas be hating, I’m finally rich
My whip is white like Cool Whip
Rent girl be missing, put her on a poster

I’m running around with two chicken strips
You hatin’, we grindin’ ’till sundown!

Ac it up!
My wrist a pool, come take a dip
I’m running around with two chicken strips
Fuck her on the sofa
Gucci, Givenchy, designer shit
Pour the ac out the freezer, pour a two liter
[Intro]
[Outro]
I ain’t never trippin’ (huh)
Can’t sit with us
Double cup (Double cup)
(Huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah)
(Huh, yeah, huh)