Sonny Digital – Keep It Real

Let’s just keep it real
Bitch we only going hard now
Let’s just keep it real
But back then they didn’t want me now they tryna chill
Fuck you and every nigga who came with you
For all the sins I committed in my life
Strictly for the winners
I ain’t tell nobody but I’m about to sign a deal

Niggas say they know me, man this shit been getting real
Gotta keep it silent when you playing in the field, for real
Strictly for the winners
You the type of nigga that’ll miss them hoes
Strictly for the winners
Strictly for the winners
I’m the type of nigga that’ll [?] them hoes
Strictly for the winners
Do it for the winners
It’s a shame nigga
Ayy, let’s just keep it real

Tell me what’s the deal
[Verse 1]
Strictly for the winners
Cause you ain’t keep it real
[Chorus]
Lord forgive me cause I’ma be in there tonight
Strictly for the winners
[?] bitch I’m grown, don’t play
If I gotta be there I’ma fly there over night
Got in your face, Olay
I ain’t tell nobody but I’m about to sign a deal
Strictly for the winners
Tell me what’s the deal
And them bitches yeah they came quickly
[?]
But back then they didn’t want me now they tryna chill
[?] though we ball out
[Intro]
Gotta keep it silent when you playing in the field
Strictly for the winners
Strictly for the winners
Rolly on my wrist got my wrist on froze

Hope the Lord forgive me

First class on the flight
[?] I ain’t talking about the the dyke
Cause you ain’t keep it real
Yuh, yuh, yuh
If I removed all your chains, you a lame nigga
Lord forgive ’em cause you know they ain’t living right
Niggas say they know me, man this shit been getting real
I ain’t tell nobody but I’m about to sign a deal
Ain’t too much that changed nigga
Only fuck ’em once then dismiss them hoes
I don’t know you, put your phone on the tray
Strippers in the club and they’re dancing every night
Know I’m a beast but I ain’t living on the hype
[Verse 2]
[Chorus]
Used to want a little bit but now a nigga want it all now
Strictly for the winners
Tell me what’s the deal
[?] nigga

Strictly for the winners
[Chorus]
[?]
Cause you ain’t keep it real

Felix Jaehn – Cool (feat. Marc E. Bassy & Gucci Mane)

I don’t know what you’re dying to prove
Skinny chick only point me to a thick bitch (yeah)
Hit me up when you’re over being cool
But if they can’t read between the lines, they illiterate
I got her sprung for my dick, she addicted (yeah)
[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Kinda funny just how quickly you forget
Remember, you told me you’d never forget where you came from
Promise me you’ll never change
Hit me up when you’re over being cool
Bassy] [Verse 1: Marc E.

Schuwop
I thought your homegirl was cool, but she flipped it (no)
Your new friends will say anything

Your new friends will say anything
Your new friends will say anything
And you said you’d be there for me, I can’t believe

I’m from the 6, but I ball like the fifth pick (ball)
So hit me up when you’re over being cool
[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Cool

I see you treat me differently
So many diamonds in it, where her wrist at
To make her slide through, I gotta tell her some slick
Bassy] [Chorus: Marc E.

And now you’re not who you used to be
But can’t explain why you never come around no more
You don’t even try
I don’t know what you’re dying to prove

But if you wanna know the truth
We ain’t turning down, not even a little bit (no)
I got a rude girl, rich off her lipstick (mwah)
Used to ask me for my help
[Pre-Chorus: Marc E. Bassy]

But if you wanna know the truth
Remember, you told me we’d always stay homies from day one
Ugly bitch only point me to a pretty chick (yeah)
You’re texting me on my birthday
And now you’re not who you used to be
So this is how it’s gonna be?
Remember, you told me we’d always stay homies from day one
[Verse 2: Marc E. Bassy]
I don’t know what you’re dying to prove
It’s Gucci
[Pre-Chorus: Marc E. Bassy]
[Post-Chorus]
[Pre-Chorus: Marc E. Bassy]
Don’t listen to them hoes, man that’s gossip (oh)

But if you wanna know the truth
[Chorus: Marc E. Bassy]
Uh, yeah, go
Hit me up when you’re over being cool
And now you’re not who you used to be
Cool
Remember, you told me you’d never forget where you came from
Cool

Remember, you told me you’d never forget where you came from
I should have known you wouldn’t at the time, no no
Bassy] [Chorus: Marc E.
So hit me up when you’re over being cool
Remember, you told me we’d always stay homies from day one
Heh?
Designer diva, we both materialistic (Guc)
So hit me up when you’re over being cool
When no one else gave a fuck about a single word you said
In a minute I’ll be there, no matter where
‘Cause you don’t need therapy on a Friday night

LOCASH – Don’t Get Better Than That (Lyric Video)

Rolling with a full tank, wasting gas
Yeah it don’t get better than
Knowing where you’ve been, loving where you’re at
[Chorus]
A little Nitty Gritty turned up full blast
Felt like you’re right where you’re meant to be
It don’t get better than that

A little Nitty Gritty turned up full blast
[Outro]
[Verse 1]

Holding on your honey under neon lights
Ever heard the words "I love you, Daddy"
It don’t get better than that
It don’t get better than that
Felt the waves touch your toes off the coast of Cali
Ever go all in when you’re free falling
It don’t get better than that
A little Nitty Gritty turned up full blast
Ever looked in the her eyes and seen forever
Ever caught a buzz floating down the river
Raise a lot of hell on a Friday night
Knowing where you’ve been, loving where you’re at
Don’t they look good tonight
It don’t get better, it don’t get better than that
[Chorus]
Raise a lot of hell on a Friday night
Holding on your honey under neon lights

Sipping on a sunset, crushing cans
Raise a lot of hell on a Friday night

Knowing where you’ve been, loving where you’re at
Ever found the truth on a Sunday morning

Rolling with a full tank, wasting gas
Sipping on a sunset, crushing cans
[Verse 2]
It don’t get better than that
[Bridge]

Sipping on a sunset, crushing cans
Ever come back home just for Momma’s cooking
Ever smelled the air right after the rain
Like you and me
Rolling with a full tank, wasting gas
Ever hit that shot when everybody’s looking
It don’t get better than that
[Chorus]
Lost count counting stars ’cause there’s just so many in the sky
Ever felt that rush from a leap of faith
Holding on your honey under neon lights

Marshmello & Anne-Marie – Friends (Lyric Video)

So don’t go look at me with that look in your eye
I’ve told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times

Haven’t I made it clear?
[Intro: Anne-Marie]
F-R-I-EN-D-S
You say you love me, I say you crazy
F-R-I-EN-D-S
We’re just friends

F-R-I-EN-D-S
[Chorus: Anne-Marie]
You really ain’t going nowhere without a fight
(Haven’t I made it?) Haven’t I made it obvious?
[Pre-Chorus: Anne-Marie]
F-R-I-EN-D-S
You looking insane Have you got no shame?
You’re not my lover, more like a brother
We’re nothing more than friends
It’s two in the morning, the rain is pouring

Get that shit inside your head
When you say you love me, that make me crazy
F-R-I-EN-D-S
That’s how you f***** spell "friends"
Only gonna push me away, that’s it
[Pre-Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Turning up at my door
F-R-I-EN-D-S

[Chorus: Anne-Marie]
F-R-I-EN-D-S
Haven’t I made it obvious?
Want me to spell it out for you?
Haven’t I made it obvious?
F-R-I-EN-D-S

Want me to spell it out for you?
You really ain’t going away without a fight
[Outro: Anne-Marie]

Haven’t I made it clear? (I made it very clear)
(Haven’t I?) Haven’t I made it clear?
(Haven’t I made it clear?) Haven’t I made it clear?
You can’t be reasoned with, I’m done being polite

Want me to spell it out for you?
I’ve told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times
[Bridge: Anne-Marie]

Haven’t I made it obvious? (I made it very obvious)

Haven’t we been here before?
Oooh-oh, Oooh-woh
You really ain’t going away without a fight
Ohhh-oh, ohhh-oh, ohhh,oh
F-R-I-EN-D-S
I known you since we were like ten, yeah
You can’t be reasoned with, I’m done being polite
F-R-I-EN-D-S
Have you got no shame? You looking insane
Don’t mess it up, talking that shit
(Have I not made it obvious?) Haven’t I made it obvious?

Haven’t I made it clear?
F-R-I-EN-D-S (I said F-R-I-EN-D-S)
Oooh-oh, Oooh-woh
(to spell it out for you?) Want me to spell it out for you?
Ahhh-oh, ahhh-oh, ahh-oh
Don’t mess it up, talking that shit
Want me to spell it out for you?
[Chorus: Anne-Marie]
[Verse 2: Anne-Marie]
No, no, yeah, uh, ahh
I’ve told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times
[Verse 1: Anne-Marie]
F-R-I-EN-D-S
Want me to spell it out for you? (yeah)
Don’t go look at me with that look in your eye

[Refrain: Anne-Marie]
Here we go again
Here we go again
[Refrain: Anne-Marie]
Don’t go look at me with that look in your eye
[Pre-Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Haven’t I made it obvious?
(I made it very clear) Haven’t I made it clear?

Only gonna push me away, that’s it!

You can’t be reasoned with, I’m done being polite

Migos – Notice Me (feat. Post Malone)

Got your ho with me

All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me (ayy)
And then I arrive with twenty-five bitches (then they arrive)
Yo, these niggas be lyin’ about loyalty (lyin’)
I pull her slowly
And you know I got that Rol’ on me
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me

Got your ho with me
Saint Laurent on both my feet
Got your ho with me
Not likin’ your vibe, your energy (vibe)

She sniffin’ the lines, assembly (lines)
And you know I got that Rol’ on me
Ayy, I wanna ride, ride, ride on it
Ayy, I wanna fly, fly, fly on it
Wanna cry, cry, cry on her
Can I vibe, vibe, vibe on it?
[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Birds in the traps singin’ like Jodeci
Wanna cry, cry, cry on her
Doin’ shows, I’m on stage for it, Saint Laurent on my feet
Now I’m the one, gettin’ paid for it, thank God, it’s a blessin’ to see (naw, for real)
I came from the pot with Kimberly (pot)
I clear my mind and I had a vision (I had a vision)
Saint Laurent on both my feet
Keep my eyes, eyes, eyes on her
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me
We had a good time in Italy (time)
I tip a bitch just ’cause of my courtesy (tippin’)
Saint Laurent on both my feet
[Post-Chorus: Quavo]
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me
Fox Five, Five, Five on it
[Intro]
Good job, First
I told that bitch to drop a four for me (drop a four)
I pull her slowly
Keep the Draco case an emergency (grr, grat)
I took his ho, make her come work for me (bitch)
We sell out the whole facility
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me
Nawfside, yeah
Can we ride, yeah
[Post-Chorus: Quavo]
Comin’ up watchin’ them niggas on TV like they were what I wanted to be (wanted to)

Versace slippers colored burgundy (‘Sace)
Saint Laurent on both my feet
Drop my top, now I’m exposin’ me (skrrt, skrrt)

Ayy, I wanna ride, ride, ride on it
Ayy, I wanna ride, ride, ride on it

[Outro: Quavo]
I pull her slowly
Saint Laurent on both my feet
[Chorus: Post Malone]

Rappers be talkin’, think they hurtin’ me (uh uh)
I pull her slowly
I’m droppin’ the top and showin’ the titties (drop top)
Get live, yeah
A lot of these rappers gettin’ old to me (they kinda old)
Ayy, I wanna fly, fly, fly on it

Get live, yeah
Fox Five, Five, Five on it
Fox Five, Five, Five on it
And you know I got that Rol’ on me
I pull her slowly
[Verse 2: Offset]
Keep my eyes, eyes, eyes on her
Extortion publishin’, you owe it to me (you know you owe)
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me
I pull her slowly
Keep my eyes, eyes, eyes on her
Ridin’ ’round the city, sippin’ a tea, packin’ the heat, niggas that lookin’ for me (lookin’ for)
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me
Saint Laurent on both my feet
Get live, yeah
[Chorus: Post Malone]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get on my knees, prayin’ to God to cover me
Can I vibe, vibe, vibe on it?
Run to the money, we tryna get fitted (run to the money)
Then do a show, pick up my currency (backend)
Ayy, I wanna fly, fly, fly on it
[Chorus: Post Malone]
[Post-Chorus: Quavo]
Can I vibe, vibe, vibe on it?
Wanna cry, cry, cry on her

PartyNextDoor – More Than Friends (Fеаt. Tory Lanez)

Why won’t you let me love you?
I’ma dawg, I’ma freak
Why won’t you let me love you?
I know, time is tickin’, tickin’, want my mind blown
Why won’t you let me love you?
Ride for you, I’ll die for you
But you know I got the game that be feelin’ like a cheat
You ain’t worried ’bout the cash
Wind the window down
You know that’s all I wanna do

I know you wanna love me, girl
You know that’s all I wanna do

I know, time is tickin’, tickin’, want my mind blown
I just don’t know how to bring it
[Pre-Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Shawty wastin’ time, but it’s time to make your mind up
You know that’s all I wanna do
You know that’s all I wanna do
(You know that’s all I wanna do)
[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]

[Verse 1: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
I need you to get it
Why won’t you let me love you?
Tryna get your tan on
Why won’t you let me love you?
You know that’s all I wanna do
[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Come fuck with me I’ll beat that pussy W-E-T
I cannot forget it, girl, you’re my only
I want you to be more than my homie
On Pembroke Pines
You know that’s all I wanna do
Know I dig you, wanna make you mine

I know you wanna trust me, girl
Can I pull up later, baby?

I want you to be more than my homie
Why won’t you let me love you?

I know you like the way the 458 skates
Take you to Moshi Moshi
I need you to get it
Love me, yeah, love me
Got the stars in the roof, double R’s in the seat
Not tryna wing it
Ride for you, I’ll die for you
[Pre-Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
You love the way I pull the Porsche out
Tryna wine and dine
Why won’t you let me love you?
Ride for you, I’ll die for you
You know that’s all I wanna do
[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
In my best designer

Tell your friends that I’m your homie, I’m not tryna be
Trust me, yeah, trust me
Why won’t you let me love you?
You know that’s all I wanna do
Tryna be tearin’ me fine, yeah

You got me on standby
Let my nigga PARTY sing it because…
I cannot forget it, girl, you’re my only
See the diamonds in the dash
You know that’s all I wanna do
I’m a player, baby you fuckin’ my mind up
Why won’t you let me love you?

Stalley – Holy Quran

Holy Quran
Holy Quran
Comfortable in my own skin, even if no one notice me

I’m written and unbothered, completely who I’m ‘posed to be
They say a man’s worth depends on salary
They want me to change but some things just can’t be rewritten

But what’s money but selfish ways and no one’s proud of me
[Verse 2]
And broke free of every iron hand that had a hold on me
Authentic like this book I hold in palm
It’s insane, the percentage of my niggas that’s gone
Holy Quran
The ugly truth, got fat pockets and high calories
Ho-Holy Quran
God of gods, light of light, they all true and living
(Swiff D)
Holy Quran
Desensitized by murder, murder, bloody murder
With mercy, embrace all things, (through this) Holy Quran

Deeply rooted in this evil, I’m tryna crop out somethin’
Fake friends, backstabbers, they be knifin’ at my skin

Holy Quran
I rose from the ghetto without a thorn in my stem
Ho-Holy Quran
They want me to change but some things just can’t be rewritten
Holy Quran
Ho-Holy Quran
And plant these good seeds of mine, hope they see the signs
[Intro]
Holy Quran
They tryna crucify me for my originality
Locked up in cage, head full of rage
Likes and retweets don’t help in hands, just all observers
A gluttonous approach, with a selfish mentality
[Chorus]
Government at the service, God save us, we out here livin’ worthless
They want me to change, want me in reins
[Chorus]
Ho-Holy Quran
With mercy, embrace all things, (through this) Holy Quran
But notably, I’m known as King, someone who control this dream
With mercy, embrace all things, (through this) Holy Quran
Holy Quran
Authentic like this book I hold in palm
Authentic like this book I hold in palm
They want me to change but some things just can’t be rewritten
[Verse 1]
Holy Quran
And all my niggas that’s home, hold your head and stay strong
Why my people dyin’ on Vine, swear that Facebook live
[Chorus]
God of gods, light of light, they all true and living
Ho-Holy Quran
The wicked ways of sin, I be fightin’ all these Jinns
Holy Quran
Ho-Holy Quran
Hype converters, wave surfers, they don’t serve no purpose
What’s hatnin’ in the White House got my black thoughts runnin’
God of gods, light of light, they all true and living

Whethan & Dua Lipa – High (From “Fifty Shades Freed”)

Don’t ask me to be righteous if you practice what you teach

Don’t we get a little, get a little
Counting up the stacks on the counter, a fucking disease
Get a little high, high

Counting all your blessings the second you’re down on your knees
[Chorus: Dua Lipa]
So why, why
Don’t we get a little high, high?
Don’t we get a little high
[Post-Chorus: Dua Lipa]
Get a little high, high
Don’t we get a little high, high?
So why, why

[Verse 2: Dua Lipa]
So, why, why, why?

[Bridge: Dua Lipa]

Painted with aggression, and dripping when you call
[Post-Chorus: Dua Lipa]
Don’t we get a little high
Keep my head under the water, pride buried in my chest
You don’t have to be so cautious if you practice what you preach
[Post-Chorus: Dua Lipa]
Not counting all the minutes, the seconds, not holdin’ my breath
Don’t we get a little, get a little
Not gonna learn my lesson, am I running out of time?
Now sinking from the surface, swimming in my lungs
[Verse 1: Dua Lipa]
Losing all my vision, religion, I’m holding my tongue
Don’t we get a little, get a little

[Chorus: Dua Lipa]
Get a little high, high
Don’t wanna pay attention to the writing on the wall
Don’t we get a little high

Yandel – Sólo Mía (feat. Maluma)

El fuego hay que apagarlo
Maluma
Que estás tocándome y provocándote
No hay secretos en tu habitación
La Sensa
Update
Sabes que siempre serás mía, sólo mía
Son tantos los momentos, yo sé que no los olvidas
Baby, ¿quién diría que me enamoraría de ti?
[Coro: Yandel, Maluma]
Sabes que siempre serás mía, sólo mía
Sabes que siempre serás mía, sólo mía
[Outro: Yandel, Maluma, Kevin ADG & Chan el Genio]
Pues lo que conocí de ti es confundible
Extrañándote, pensando que

Sabes que siempre serás mía, sólo mía
[Verso 1: Maluma]
El Capitán Yandel
Sólo Mía
No entiendo porqué extrañarnos
Baby, ¿quién diría que me enamoraría de ti?
[Pre Coro: Maluma]
Y recordarte cómo te hago subir al cielo
No entiendo porqué extrañarnos
[Intro: Yandel]
EARCANDY

[Coro: Yandel, Maluma]
Dime a ver

¿Cuándo volverás a ser mía?
Baby, ¿quién diría que me enamoraría de ti?

No te esfuerces con soñarlo
Si me preguntan por ti no sé que decirles
[Pre Coro: Yandel, Maluma]
La leyenda y El Pretty Boy, baby
Baby, ¿quién diría que me enamoraría de ti?
Dime a ver
Sigo pensándote, imaginándome

Llevo varios días buscándote
Tu cuerpo es una sombra y yo agarrado de tu pelo
No hay secretos en tu habitación

Hay secretos en tu habitación
¿En tu cama con quién dormías?
Hahaha
No te esfuerces con soñarlo
Sé que duermes con mi camisa en tu piel

No entiendo porqué extrañarnos
Baby, ¿quién diría que me enamoraría de ti?
Rude Boys
No te esfuerces con soñarlo
Los recuerdos en tu cuarto te dejan dormir tranquila
No hay secretos en mi habitación
Hay secretos en tu habitación

Quién diría que entre tantos soy tu dueño!
No hay secretos en tu habitación
Dime a ver
Sabes la verdad, no te quiero ofender
No hay secretos en tu habitación

Tus gemidos, tus siluetas que aparecen en mis sueños
Maluma
Sabes que siempre serás mía, sólo mía
[Verso 2: Yandel]

[Coro: Maluma, Yandel]
Sabes que siempre serás mía, sólo mía

Cómo lo haces, vuelvo a perder
Kevin ADG, Chan El Genio, baby
Si se le va el olor, búscame otra vez
Loco por volver a verte
Sabes que siempre serás mía, sólo mía

Baby, ¿quién diría que me enamoraría de ti?
Pronosticado: millones de views
Haciendo música por el mundo
El fuego hay que apagarlo
El fuego hay que apagarlo
Hahaha

Calum Scott & Leona Lewis – You Are The Reason (Duet Version)

I don’t want to fight no more
I need you now oh

There goes my heart beating
That you are the reason
[Outro: Calum Scott, Leona Lewis & Both]
And swim every ocean
And swim every ocean
I’d climb every mountain
I don’t want to hide no more
Come a little closer, I need you to hold me tonight
[Verse 4: Calum Scott and Leona Lewis & Both]
I don’t want to cry no more come back, I need you to hold me
If I could turn back the clock
My heart keeps bleeding
I’d spend every hour, of every day oh
There goes my hands shaking

Please come back now
I’d make sure the light defeated the dark
I’m hopeless now
[Verse 3: Leona Lewis]
You are
Cause I need you to see
I’d climb every mountain
That you are the reason
Keeping you safe oh
That you are the reason
And you are the reason

And fix what I’ve broken

[Chorus: Calum Scott, Leona Lewis & Both]
[Verse 1: Calum Scott]
Just to be with you
[Bridge: Calum Scott & Leona Lewis]
Cause you are the reason
[Chorus: Calum Scott, Leona Lewis & Both]
I’d climb every mountain
And swim every ocean

And fix what I’ve broken
There goes my mind racing
Just to be with you

That you are the reason
And you are the reason
That I’m still breathing
[Verse 2: Leona Lewis]
And fix what I’ve broken
Oh, cause I need you to see
Oh, cause I need you to see
A little closer now, just a little closer now
Just to be with you
I’m losing my sleep

Black Atlass – My Life

Living on the edge of a dream
And I love you, and I love you, I do, oh

Looking through my mind
[Post-Chorus]
Touching down, another place on the map, you’re by my side
Living on the edge of a dream
Living on the edge of a dream

This is my life
Living on the other side of the screen
What If I would always hide?

This is my life
Living on the other side of the screen
[Verse 2]
What if I can never be there?
[Pre-Chorus]
Living on the other side of the screen
Two drinks in my lap in the morning light
[Chorus]
Driving down Sunset, hair rolling back and over my arms

Baby till the day I —
Living on the edge of a dream
This is my life
[Post-Chorus]
What if you were temporary?
What If I would always hide?
What if I can never be there?
Looking through my mind
What if you were temporary?
I’m racing so fast, driving on no gas, you’re by my side

To the day I die
This is my life
Living on the other side of the screen

This is my life
I’m flying

[Pre-Chorus]
This is my life
[Verse 1]
Baby till the day I die
To the day I die
And I love you, and I love you, I do, oh
[Chorus]

Khalid – Location (Remix) (feat. Jorja Smith & Wretch 32)

‘Cause I just need the time and place to come through, no
Initially, I didn’t wanna fall for you
I follow through That’s what they do…
Focus on communicating
[Outro: Khalid]
I don’t need nothing else but you
Send me your location
At times I wonder why I fool with you

Should I throw in the towel or throw you vowels?
Send me your location, let’s
Send me wherever you were writin’
And raccoon, you’re in my circle, that’s eternal, we’re in the loop
I’m a stranger to this all
[Verse 1: Khalid]
[Chorus: Khalid]
Send me your location, let’s
Send me your location, let’s
Send me your location
But this is new to me, this is new to you
They need attention, you need affection
I’ve been, constantly tryin’ to track you down
Send to me whatever you’ve been thinkin’ ’bout
Gather my attention it was all for you, so don’t
[Chorus: Khalid]

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Smiley, I’m skin and teeth ’cause your skinnin’ out
[Verse 3: Wretch 32]
I don’t need nothing else but you
Not a stranger to the fall
I just wish you wouldn’t mind to call me back, no
I.e., I felt your presence upon your entrance
Send me your location

My only sentence, I’ll leave you breathless
Won’t be surprised if I’m feelin’ the same way that you do
So send me your location
‘Cause I just need the time and place to come through (place to come through)
Your ex is cussin’, he’s supposed to, that’s an excuse

Oh, oh, oh
[Verse 2: Jorja Smith]
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Nothing else but you
Take advantage, don’t leave my heart damaged

I don’t need nothing else but you
Let’s ride the vibrations
Only trees and seeds
I don’t need nothing else but you
If you’re guilty that’s a life full of diamonds without the pressures
I don’t need nothing else but you

‘Cause I just need the time and place to come through (place to come through)
Give me neck, your neck’ll spin like an owl, I’ll spin you ’round

To understand that things go a little bit better when you plan it… oh
[Chorus: Wretch 32]
Let’s ride the vibrations
Oh, oh, oh, mmm, mmm, mmm
Let’s ride the vibrations
Focus on communicating
Do, do, do, do, do, do
‘Cause I want your vibrations and frequencies
[Chorus: Jorja Smith & Khalid]
Focus on communication
Oh, oh, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm

Joey Bada$$ & Chuck Strangers – 80 Blocks

Joey, he’d go out there and talk to ’em and they’ll listen, suddenly Joe will go crazy, you know?"
Pro Era apostle (preach), nigga droppin’ gospels
Know it’s all about knowin’ your worth
I’m up early mornin’, breakin’ fast through the thresholds (uh-huh)
We securin’ bags, you niggas insecure and mad[?]
Put me on, don’t put me down, my g

And that’s ugly truth, I’m speakin’ from my troubled youth
I’m blessed to see a brighter day (blessed)
[Interlude]
I’m Chuck, Strangers
But after him know that the Era is first (know that)

Keep the heat, the stash, if you got [?]
In the streets, we livin’ in, niggas invidious, serious
One hundred thirty on the dash, that’s if my nigga Lex drove
Know I have the right of way
Chucky be a reverend, Psalm 47
Chalk it up to human nature, ’cause it’s just what men do (it’s just what men do)
Hold up
Unlock the swag and nigga let’s go
Keep me away from ruthless
Usually we positive, just tryna stay blessed though
Self-destruct with no fucks, all of to give up
What’s life like now? Shots of the expresso
Thank Christ for savin’ my life today
Gettin’ star bucks been the basic manifesto
They tell I’ma wear myself out, but that’s the dress code (swag)
[Outro]
I’d rather to be safe, never know what to expect yo
‘Uhh Joey, look these guys are doin’ somethin’ they have no reason to be doin’, I mean, what’s goin’ on here?’
Now every day I wake up, with more bullshit as I arrive to the pulpit
[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
First me and Robi break up
We all out here just tryna be
"I mean the reason they call him ‘Crazy Joe’ he goes off once in a while. Uhh, but he’s the type of guy you can go to and talk to, you know?
Fine lines between egos and insecurities
You not necessarily a man if you do
You can teach a man a lesson, but don’t make him feel stupid
"We’re still surviving, you know we took our bruises and we came out. We survived, we here, we got this, which I think is out of sight"
You ain’t less of a man if you don’t squeeze (if you don’t squeeze, don’t squeeze)
Been through the struggle, made it out, I’m the livin’ proof
And when nobody knows, word don’t get out and you don’t get busted." But, like if I do them, like in the past, I don’t go around bragging ‘I done this, I done that,’ to myself so nobody knows about it. I really don’t want to do them again. "And like I see a whole new future opening up for me and like I really don’t want to do all the things I’ve done over the years before.

[Verse 2: Chuck Strangers]
To whom I try to give a mental boost when I’m in the booth
I took the pain like I pull it from my wisdom tooth (nigga)
[Intro]
And ’cause of this, inside of me, kept hidden, it’s hideous (uh)

God is the king of all on earth

Blink 182 – American Dream

God damn girl you know I’m a savage
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
Look at them

Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Mom worked two jobs, it was hard for us
God damn girl you know you a bad bitch
New money, no class
I took a break, had some things I had to get sorted
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
New money, no class
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
Another day in the U.S.A
[Chorus]
Look at them
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance

They ain’t teach me how to rap in those private schools
I’m like, "You funny"
They teach us to hate what we see in the mirror
[Bridge]
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
We the American dream

I’m the American dream
Look at them
The night is young, girl what can you do for me?
Maybe it’s the drugs or the clout

Look, I’m very important
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Table dancing in South Hampton
We the American dream
[Chorus]
How to make it in America
Laughing at my haters like, "You dummies"
Just another day in America
Phelps in the pool, I’m like Speith at the masters
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Wasn’t like my rich friends, had a lot to lose
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
We coolin’ out in the whip and I done damn near smashed every girl on my list
Six figures, five shows, big ballin’

So when that first deal came it was opportune
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Me and sis made it out, now she proud of us
I’m the American dream
I might retire in my prime like I’m M. Jordan
But it can’t break our spirit
I’m the American dream
Look at them

New money, no class
Shawty claim she a feminist and her ex man feminine
[Chorus]
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands

They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Real nigga, day one, ain’t a lot of us
We the American dream
I’m the American dream
[Verse 1]
New money, no class
Use the wine glasses for dirty fantas

KD at the three, Djokovic with the racket
I just wanna make enough to pay dividends
Uh
Less money, less options, lot of rules
Then invest in black businesses
We the American dream
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
Kids from my hood look up to the drug dealers
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
God damn girl you know I’m a savage
New money
Look at them
I get love in the north, I get love in the south, yeah
She say she in love, but I doubt that
Yeah, they said I wouldn’t make it
[Verse 2]
And shawty got potential, I scout that
Now I’m in the Benz truck with a new honey
The system set us up for failure
God damn girl you know that he average

Fat Joe – Pick It Up (feat. Dre)

Pick it up (whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa)
[Chorus: Dre]
Pick it up (whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Takin’ flights to LA on a Wednesday yeah, (Westide!)
[Chorus: Dre]
[Intro: Dre]
While you at it, cop a nigga something too-ooh-oooh-ooh
Pick it up (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
This is
Cotdamnit, cotdamnit, (this is)
Hustle out of Starlets on a Tuesday, yeah
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up (bitch bend it over pick it up)
Fuck Trump my nigga, all you ho ass niggas
Whole clique lit (nah im just sayin’)
The type to buy her own fuckin sho-ooh-ooh-es
Ho pick it up, pick it up (ho, pop that pussy pick it up)
[Verse 2: Dre]
Girl Collection, G5ive, you know, strip clubs world wide

Pick it up (whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Dance at the bar, hands on the bar
Pick it up (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I like to be in the pussy, but never being a pussy
Dance at the bar, hands on the bar
But them bitches don’t be showin’ pussy (cot!)
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up (bitch bend it over pick it up)
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up (bitch bend it over pick it up)
Pick it up (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Even those that I don’t know
This go out to Angels, Starlets, King of Diamonds, VLive
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up (bitch bend it over pick it up)

Bitches slippin’ on them ones, and they love to at me
Ho pick it up, pick it up (ho, pop that pussy pick it up)

Pick it up (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I love the ones that’s makin money mo-ooh-ooh-ooves
We bout that ace life, gold bottles like Dre’s height
Pick it up (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Seen me in the drop top last week
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up (bitch bend it over pick it up)
Pretty Lou about the same life, lets get it

[Verse 1: Fat Joe & Dre]
Might as well throw it on a bitch (nah im just sayin’)
Ho pick it up, pick it up (ho, pop that pussy pick it up)
I peeped you on that gram, and you be slingin’ that pussy (ho!)
Bust a brick open, had to drop it on her ass cheeks (ho, ho,ho)
Cotdamnit, cotdamnit
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up (bitch bend it over pick it up)
Ho pick it up, pick it up (ho, pop that pussy pick it up)

Ho Pop that pussy pick it up
Pick it up (whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa)
How you out here hatin’ on these bitches (Dawg, I’m jus sayin)
Ass hit the floor, pussy poppin’ on the dough
Pick it up (whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa)

Now I’m in the spot blowing money like a athlete
[Chorus: Dre]
Pick it up (whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa)
I love a boss bitch makin mo-ooh-ooh-oohves
[Bridge: Fat Joe]
Ho Pop that pussy pick it up
Pick it up (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I bought all those, got these ho’s yelling gordo
Ass hit the floor, pussy poppin’ on the dough
Make a hater sick (nah im just sayin’)
All my bitches is foreign, and they take a knee for em’ (ho,ho,ho)
Ho pick it up, pick it up (ho, pop that pussy pick it up)
Yeah, she probably work at angels on a Monday, yeah
Ho pick it up, pick it up (ho, pop that pussy pick it up)