Zaytoven, Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih – What You Think (feat. OJ Da Juiceman)

Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
What you think this is?

Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Red ‘rari lookin’ rich
Uh, what you think this is?

Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Girl, I thought I told you, never fall with love
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Uh, what you think this is?
Don’t smoke no Reggie in the whip
What you think this is?

Put some sauce on the shrimp
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
VVS the wrist, what you think this is?
Ayy, got it off a lick
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Huh, huh What you think this is?
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ooh, yeah
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Uh Can you do the math?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, ayy, she my first draft pick
She love Dolla $ign, she know every line
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Like a border rim, uh
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Swim, baby, swim, uh
Do me wrong, I replace you, that’s just regular

Still trap again, uh
Drop them zeroes in the water
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Backyard, take a swim, uh
Bankroll like a blimp
[?]
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
[Verse 2: Jeremih]
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
What you think this is?
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you thought this was?
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
What you think this is?
What the fuck you think this is?
Got the money comin’ in
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110 (skrrt)
Ooh, yeah

What you think this is?
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
What you think this is?
Ayy, woo, switch up on this bitch
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Uh What you think this is?
90s, 90s, ’96
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]

Wipe me down, I’m a pimp
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Diamond gold tint expensive, that’s just regular (ooh yeah)
Brand new coupe outside, this a brand new vibe
Slam dunk, embrace, uh
Yeah, what you think this is? Uh, uh (ooh, yeah)
Ooh, yeah
Flyin’ down 110 in a RT Jag
Ayy, if you bag my bitch
[Verse 3: OJ da Juiceman]
I just blowed a bag, uh
Million dollar crib, uh
Ayy, Rollie got no tick
Jumpin’ out the gym
Uh, you can have the bitch
Ain’t no 1-on-1s
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
I got whips outside
Uh, what you think this is?
Different color shit
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ooh, ayy, what you think this is?
She gon’ bring a friend
I just did ’em bad, uh
Timbs in your side
Brand new, paper tags, uh
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Puttin’ gas in the whip
Ooh, yeah
No pictures, bitch, what you think this is? (Ooh yeah)
What you think this is?

YFN Lucci – The King

Go yard edition wit a whole ticket in it
Alexander McQueen for the king huh
Whole cup full of codeine huh
Alexander McQueen for the king huh
I ain’t gotta touch a triple beam now yeah
Zaytoven
Whole cup full of codeine huh
Whole ticket in it I was walkin’ in the building I got yo bitches wit me
I ain’t really never had no love for no fuck boy
Whole cup full of codeine huh
Put a bounty on your whole team huh
And I really spent a quarter on my dawg chain
Some of my dawgs changed, some of my cars changed
Nigga pillow talkin’ wit they bitches, all in they feelings
Never gave a fuck about no niggas, we got ammunition
But I work that chopper with that beam on it yeah
[Chorus]

But I work that chopper with that beam on it yeah
Ima king
[Chorus]

For my dawgs Ima go I got young niggas can’t wait to catch a body for me bro
Cold hearted nigga get the boy missin’ yeah uh

[Chorus]
Like a hurricane we gon fuck the whole scene up
Can’t believe already got Balmain
Think It’s A Game
Walked in Alexander McQueen on me
I got a whole lotta heat can’t wait to bake a cake yeah
L’s on the gate, you got a whole lot of tom but we got .308
Like a hurricane we gon fuck the whole scene up
But I work that chopper with that beam on it yeah
Under law came then the dawg came
[Verse 2]
Everybody safe, crib by the lake
Shoutout to the Crips and Bloods who gon bust somethin’
Ima king
Ima king
I ain’t gotta touch a triple beam now yeah
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
I ain’t gotta touch a triple beam now yeah
I ain’t really never put my trust in no fuck boy
I went yellow bone crazy I got so many bitches I got so many killers I got so many different kind of

Alexander McQueen for the king
Walked in Alexander McQueen on me
Alexander McQueen for the king huh

Walked in Alexander McQueen on me
Put a bounty on your whole team huh
Alexander McQueen for the king
Put a bounty on your whole team huh
Alexander McQueen for the king
Alexander McQueen for the king huh

Ed Sheeran – Perfect (At iHeartRadio Music Awards 2018) (Live)

We are still kids, but we’re so in love
I found a love for me
I see my future in your eyes
Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
To carry love, to carry children of our own
I have faith in what I see
Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

Be my girl, I’ll be your man
Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms
And in your eyes, you’re holding mine
Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me
When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath
Now I know I have met an angel in person
[Verse 2]
When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful
I know we’ll be alright this time
‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love

I don’t deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own

Darling, just hold my hand
[Chorus]
You look perfect tonight
[Verse 1]
[Instrumental]
Not knowing what it was
And she looks perfect
I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets
[Chorus 2]
But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight
Fighting against all odds
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favourite song
I will not give you up this time
Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know
She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home
[Chorus 3]
I don’t deserve this

Maroon 5 – Wait (At iHeartRadio Music Awards 2018) (Live)

Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around?
Your love, I don’t wanna lose
Just wait, can we work this out, can we work this out?
‘Cause I want to be with you Just wait, can you come here please?
I’m beggin’, beggin’, beginn’, beggin’, I’m begging you
Just wait, can we work this out, can we work this out?
Before you tell me for the last time
I’m beggin’, beggin’, beggin’, beggin’ you
Just wait, can we work this out, can we work this out?

‘Cause I want to be with you Just wait, can you come here please?
[Bridge]
Just wait, can we work this out, can we work this out?
[Pre-Chorus]

Your love, I don’t wanna lose
[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around?
Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around?
[Chorus]
Got these feelings that I’m tired of holding on
[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause I want to be with you Just wait, can you come here please?
Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around?
Dirty looks from your mother
It’s a special occasion
I needed more than three or four to say this
[Chorus]
I’ll make up, make up, make up, make up for all those times
Not invited but I’m glad I made it
Oh, let me apologize
Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around?
Just wait, can you come here please? ‘Cause I want to be with you
Just wait, can we work this out, can we work this out?
[Verse 1]
I’m beggin’, beggin’, beggin’, beggin’, I’m begging you
I’ll make up, make up, make up, make up for all those times (all those times)
Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around?
Never seen you in a dress that color, no
‘Cause I want to be with you Just wait, can you come here please?
Can we talk for a moment?
You say I’m just another bad guy

You say I’ve done a lot of things I can’t undo
Oh, let me apologize (yea)
Just wait, can we work this out, can we work this out?
Just wait, can you come here please? ‘Cause I want to be with you
Wasn’t tryin’ to get wasted

Charlie Puth – How Long (At iHeartRadio Music Awards 2018) (Live)

Baby, I just gotta know"
La la, la la
How long has this been goin’ on?
Baby, I just gotta know"
[Pre-Chorus]
She said "Boy, tell me honestly (honestly)
Was it real or just for show?" Yeah
Oh How long has it been goin’ on, baby?
Oooh-ooh-oh
I’ll admit, it’s my fault
You’ve been actin’ so shady (shady)
[Intro]
While you’re callin’ me baby (baby)
When I say it only happened once, hmm
Ooo-oh, encore
She said "Save your apologies (apologies, yeah)
Alright
(Ooh, encore)
[Bridge]
[Refrain]

I’ve been feelin’ it lately, baby (baby)
Ooo-oh, you gotta go tell me now
I’ve been feelin’ it lately, baby
She said "Save your apologies
Ooo-oh, encore
(You gotta go tell me now)
I’ve been feelin’ it lately, baby
Ooh, yeah
You’ve been creepin’ ’round on me (on me)
Ooo-oh, yeah
What else can I say, girl?

While you’re callin’ me baby (baby)
(Oooh-ooh-oh)
[Outro]

(Ooo-oh)

You’ve been actin’ so shady (shady)
You’ve been creepin’ ’round on me
But you gotta believe me
You’ve been creepin’ ’round on me (on me)
(Ooo-oh, yeah)
How long has this been goin’ on?
How long has this been going on, baby?
(Oooh-ooh-oh)

How long has this been goin’ on?
I was drunk, I was gone, that don’t make it right but
I’ve been feelin’ it lately, baby

Baby, I just gotta know"
Ooo-oh, yeah
How long has this been goin’ on?

How long has this been goin’ on?
How long has this been going on? (on, on)

While you’re callin’ me baby
She said "Save your apologies
Oooh-ooh-oh
Oooh-ooh-oh
Was it real or just for show?" (real or just for show)
Ooo-oh, yeah
(Ooh, encore)
[Refrain]
Was it real or just for show?" Yeah
[Verse 2]
[Chorus]
I promise there were no feelings involved, mmm
[Pre-Chorus]
She said "Boy, tell me honestly
She said "Boy, tell me honestly
How long has this been goin’ on?
You’ve been actin’ so shady (shady)
You’ve been creepin’ ’round on me
You’ve been actin’ so shady (shady)
How long has this been goin’ on?
I tried and I tried, but you’ll never see that
[Verse 1]
You’re the only I wanna love, oh, yeah
Can’t you break my head and not my heart?
I’ll admit, I was wrong
[Chorus]

Camila Cabello – Havana (At iHeartRadio Music Awards 2018) (Live)

(Hey, hey)
No, no, no, take me back
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
Fresh out East Atlanta
Oh na-na-na (oh na, yeah)
Take me back, back, back like
Get to diggin’ on me (on me)
He got me feelin’ like
Just graduated, fresh on campus, mm
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (oo-ooh)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ay, ay)
Oh na-na-na
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with (uh)
Havana, ooh na-na
Ooh-ooh-ooh, I knew it when I met him
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn
Jeffery
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ay, ay)
Take me back to my Havana
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, babe)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
(But I can’t without you)
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na (ay)
She waited on me (then what?)
(That summer night in June)
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Ooh-ooh-ooh, and then I had to tell him
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Oh na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
I’m doin’ forever in a minute (hey)
Uh huh
Take me back, back, back
Havana, ooh na-na (uh)
Back it on me, shawty cravin’ on me
Oh na-na-na
And papa says he got malo in him (uh)
Point blank, close range, that B
Havana, ooh na-na
I loved him when I left him
Take me back, back, back like
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ay)
Got me feelin’ like
He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?" (uh)
Havana, ooh na-na
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Hey
I was gettin’ mula, man they feel me
(When he came in the room)
This is history in the makin’ on me (on me)
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, yeah)
All of my heart is in Havana

Brett Young – Mercy

But make this fast
And if you’re gonna take your shot, then take it
Why you wanna stop this whole damn world from turning?
Why you wanna stop this flame if it’s still burning?
Why you gotta show up lookin’ so good just to hurt me?
Oh if you’re gonna break my heart, just break it
[Verse 2]
Have mercy
Take it
So if you’re gonna break my heart, just break it
If you’re gonna break my heart, just break it
Have mercy
Mercy
If you made up your mind, then make it

Mmmh if you ever loved me
But make this fast
If you made up your mind, then make it
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
So if you’re gonna break my heart, just break it
If you’re gonna take your shot, take it

If you ever loved me
[Bridge]
Have mercy
Oh have mercy

If you ever loved me
If you made up your mind, then make it
Oh have mercy
Oh have mercy
Take it

[Chorus]
And say you miss me, no

Mercy
If you ever loved me
Woah
If you go out tonight and get drunk and lonely
Why you hanging on so tight if this ain’t working?
Wind up home alone please don’t call me
[Verse 1]
Take it
Cause it’s still burning
Have mercy
But make this fast
Take it
And if you’re gonna take your shot, then take it
And if you’re gonna take your shot, then take it

MC Paul Barman – Echo Chamber (feat. Open Mike Eagle & Questlove)

Busta was right ‘cause everything remained raw
Hindsight’s a divine right
They should call it L’apostrophe
I won’t pray to the sky and take days off I won’t play golf.
Fisticuffs didn’t get dissed enough But Mr.
Your brain boost is my main use
We gotta listen to criticism– a slap on the wrist isn’t a bluff
Lovers stand at the entrance, arms folded
“Decline to indict,” a new euphemism taken to filthy heights
Let go danger Echo chamber.
My soul waves from the graves of the Choctaw, they always call The old phase wanna run toward baseball
I like to hang around people with the same flaws in a roller coaster made out of chainsaws
I saw a light shine, it was a beacon from the Keystone Pipeline
Like “organic evaporated cane juice.”
So then I got lost or maybe dropped off
I’m the nicest since Dionysius
Double up on math and gym to graduate sooner
Rugged interdependence:
Neat! I spark offense against the dark arts’ heat.
With each heartbeat repeated and fart meat excreted
There’s perfect settings all around
The new brains weren’t certain yesterday is gone cuz the time that we were slaves isn’t way off
Five fingers divided can’t even high five
Hey ya, got you all in check like a small insect
It’s the capital of apple sauce and white wine

So stay untrue to yourself and think your forethought through
Ayurvedic medicine, the flyer way to better skin Would it be blasphemy to ask you to shake that assphemy?
I won’t sway to the side like my uncle that died of AIDS from putting needles in his veins raw
How wrong can we say stuff and still be right?
Tightropes pulled together make for solid ground
Euphemism infuse a schism in truth and wisdom
A veteran in rhetoric can pass a strange law
They had no idea Steatopygia.
I wish someone had told me that before I was a Junior
“Declined to indict” reminds me I’m “white.”
There’s always room for humility
I got inhuman skills for you still to see
Acknowledge we’re all brainwashed and you’re not you
I won’t wait to decide
[Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle]
It’s all a haze in the days since it popped off
Come Michael play in the milky night

Five fingers together can keep them all alive
The second well-paid, all of a sudden self-made
[Verse 3: MC Paul Barman]
[Verse 1: MC Paul Barman]

The Tubes – White Punks On Dope

Hang myself when I get enough rope
I go crazy cause my folks are so fuckin’ rich
Teenage, had a race for the nighttime
I can’t clean up, though I know I should
Don’t seem much betto
Mom and Dad moved to Hollywood
White punks on dope, white punks on dope

White punks on dope, white punks on dope

Gettin’ loose, I didn’t care what the kids say
Can’t clean up, though I know I should
White punks on dope, white punks on dope
Hang myself when I get enough rope

White punks on dope, white punks on dope

But born in Pacific Heights
I can’t clean up, though I know I should
White punks on dope, white punks on dope
White punks on dope, white punks on dope
We’re white punks on dope

Hang myself when I get enough rope
White punks on dope, white punks on dope
Have to score when I get that rich white punk itch

Sounds real classy, living in a chateau
Mom and Dad live in Hollywood
We’re white punks on dope
Mom and Dad live in Hollywood
So lonely, all the other kids will never know
Wasted time in every school in L.A

Other dudes are living in the ghetto
We’re white punks on dope
Spent my cash on every high I could find

10cc – I’m Not In Love (Tribute To John & Cissy Houston And Family)

Don’t make a fuss
I know you know it doesn’t mean that much to me
And just because
And just because I call you up
It’s just a silly phase I’m going through
Upon the wall
I’m not in love
I’m not in love, no no, it’s because..

Ooh you’ll wait a long time
I keep your picture
I call you up
To give it back

I’m not in love

So don’t forget it
Ooh you’ll wait a long time
I’m not in love, no no, it’s because..
Ooh you’ll wait a long time for me
I’m not in love, no no, it’s because..
So don’t you ask me
I’m not in love
I’m not in love
Don’t get me wrong, don’t think you’ve got it made
But then again
Don’t get me wrong, don’t think you’ve got it made
Ooh you’ll wait a long time for me
It’s just a silly phase I’m going through
So don’t forget it

I like to see you
That doesn’t mean you mean that much to me
It hides a nasty stain that’s lying there
Don’t tell your friends about the two of us
So if I call you

Curren$y – Game On Freeze

Bitches like to see Gs, hit switches
Bitches tryna put the game on freeze (game on freeze)
Small thing to a giant, it’s nothin’ to me (nothin’ to me)
My life is excitin’, my life is enticin’
[Intro]
You never see me drive it
Jet Life, Jet Life
Niggas probably thought that’s the beginning bars but they not
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, game on freeze)
I’m high beneath these palm trees (these palm trees)
I’m up in here ’round the clock wrappin’ bricks
That’s why some niggas get on
Niggas tryna put my game on freeze (game on freeze)
[Verse 2]
Feds buildin’ dossiers and files about me (files about me)
too It’s exactly 4:20 P.M.
Haters tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, yea)
[Verse 1]
Ferrari shorty but I’m always low ridin’
I made it on by God’s grace, no enemies made it through
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze)
But I’m straight, you know my paper got me
They leave their town they never come back
Gettin’ high behind them gates
Coupe Maserati, cop that for my downest mami’s

Jet Life, nigga yea
Mo’ paper, mo’ haters, that’s a known fact
But I’m slidin’ in that Wraith, angel on the hood
They starvin’ in my city
Jet Life
Me and Rich on the quest like Johnny and Hadji
Haters tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, yea, yea)
‘Bout to take over Wall Street (Wall Street)
[Chorus]
Bitches tryna put the game on freeze
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze, yea, yea)
Haters tryna put your game on freeze (game on freeze)

‘Bout to install a fountain in the livin’ room
Small thing to a giant, it’s nothin’ to me (nothin’ to me)

[Outro]
I never done that

I’m higher than the moon
I understand that position ’cause stardom make you a target
New studio built, fully equipped

Eminem – Nowhere Fast (feat. Kehlani) (At iHeartRadio Music Awards) (Live)

Never lookin’ back and we’re never gettin’ old
Fuck doin’ what you’re told, act like a two-year old
Fuck doin’ what you’re told
‘Cause we’re goin’ no, goin’ no
Never lookin’ back and we’re never gettin’ old
Another terrorist attacks
And end up ruinin’ your career
[Verse 1: Eminem]
There’s a lot of shit I said in jest that’s tough to swallow
And at the end of my run I’ll just rewind clocks, forever young
Hard-headed and we’re stubborn
(We don’t give a… no, no)
We’re on the run of our lives
But that isn’t scaring us, we pass
Fuck doin’ what you’re told (what we’re told)
Nuts and plus I kick up dust and cuss a lot
Goin’ no, goin’ nowhere
(We don’t give a… no, no)
Fuck doin’ what you’re told (what we’re told)
That day will never come Make time stop, will I ever fall off?
When I’m devisin’ this rhyme
Goin’ nowhere fast
Nowhere we’re fearless, ’cause we’re just—
Anyways; for MC’s it’s a funeral
I can still look out in this crowd, be wowed and be taken aback
But our heart’s made of gold
Told you I’d leave my mark on this bitch—war machine
(We’re on the run of our lives)
I feel sorry for this beat, sympathy pains for this track
‘Cause some stuff that’s awful
‘Cause the skies are black
But when all is said and done
This road is takin’ me back
This world’s screwed, it’s already fucked

Goin’ nowhere fast

We perish in the blast
Goin’ no, goin’ no
Shit is soon to go kaboom and blow
We’re goin’ nowhere fast
Like it’s in the wrong place, it’s probably ’cause it’s on my sleeve
[Post-Chorus: Kehlani]
Ashes blowin’ in the air (so we’re…)
I send at you a ten-ton nuke like Kim Jong-Un
‘Cause the skies are black
We’re goin’ nowhere fast
[Pre-Chorus: Kehlani & Eminem]
Ashes blowin’ in the air
Nowhere to go, but hysterical, it’s gettin’ warm in here
But our heart’s made of gold (golden)
Fuck doin’ what you’re told (what we’re told)
(We don’t give a… no, no)
Goin’ nowhere fast
But our heart’s made of gold (golden)
But I’ma still get dark on this shit
But I’m not gonna sweat it ’cause
Ashes blowin’ in the air
Or just steer toward it, we’re only lookin’ forward

Goin’ no, goin’ no
So, one ear and out the other when we’re young, we’re young
Our world’s on fire, but we don’t care (don’t care, yeah)
I set the world on fire, was born to be an arsonist
Goin no, goin’ nowhere

Wasted youth, always on the road
[Chorus: Kehlani]
We’re goin’ nowhere fast
Uh oh Another shooter?
‘Cause we’re goin’ no, goin’ no
[Post-Chorus: Kehlani]
‘Til the bomb drops, hope it never does
Like a new day has dawned on me
But our heart’s made of gold (golden)

I had Wembley Stadium packed
‘Cause we’re goin’ no, goin’ no
Really don’t mean nothin’ although
I’m sure to have somethin’ for your rear
Never lookin’ back and we’re never gettin’ old
‘Cause the skies are black
I’m better than I ever was ‘Til the pine box, bitch, fuck you!

And I’m on top, so everyone’s just—
Just one spark and it’s lit
You can’t tell us nothin’
Our world’s on fire, but we don’t care, yeah
[Verse 2: Eminem]
No more tomorrows, we’re done
Keanu Reeves speed of life, avoid or veer
Goin’ no, goin’ no

‘Cause I’m awake and you’re mourning
I musta got you in somewhat of a debacle
But if at times my heart it seems
[Bridge: Eminem & Kehlani]
Gusto, guts, bravado
[Chorus: Kehlani & & Eminem]
Ashes blowin’ in the air (so we’re…)

Never lookin’ back and we’re never gettin’ old
(We’re on the run of our lives)
Goin’ no, goin’ nowhere
That’s why I rise and I shine
Wasted youth, always on the road
But you forced me in a corner
We’re on the run of our lives
But where we’re goin’, we have no idea
And in the course of the assault as torture gets more severe
Who knows what the future for us could hold
Our world’s on fire, but we don’t care, yeah
I’m simply stating a fact
Like a tariff, blows half of Madison Square up, alas
Our world’s on fire, but we don’t care, yeah
Wasted youth, always on the road
‘Cause the skies are black

[Post-Chorus: Kehlani]
And all we are is—
Go to war with me, you’ll end up blew to Timbuktu
But now we’re on a path headed to nowhere and fast
We’re on the run of our lives
We’re goin’ nowhere fast
[Chorus: Kehlani & Eminem]
Wasted youth, always on the road
Down memory lane with this rap

Gunna – Oh Okay (feat. Young Thug & Lil Baby)

You ain’t my slime, you ain’t my slime
[Chorus: Gunna]
Too many fags, too many bitches
I triple-double the record
Hey, so I still can’t tellin’ you lies

Yeah, I’ma kingface Patek my time
Dropped out of school, bought a building
Trap up the bando relentless
My lawyer bribe still, yeah

I got on white, I can’t kneel
Ready to slide, you will get slithered
Simon says do what I said, Cuban link chokin’ my neck
I did this shit with no deal
Put the draco in my trench, yeah
Run that back Turbo
Spaceship on land, Fear of God Vans
I got some cash, I wanna spend it
I got some cash, I wanna spend it
Pour out the pint, watch it spill, yeah
Too many fags, too many bitches
[Intro]
[Chorus: Gunna]
[Verse 2: Young Thug & Lil Baby]
Roll with my slime, yeah that my lizard
Audemar wrist, count it then spend it
Too many fags, too many bitches
Young Gunna Gunna, I’m in my prime
When it comes to business I’m handling mine
Jump out the coupe and I’m living so lavish
You ain’t my slime, you ain’t my slime

Ready to slide, you will get slithered
I’m going number one this year

You ain’t my slime, you ain’t my slime
Run up a check and I’m fuckin’ the baddest
I rob your ho for the lint, yeah
[Chorus: Gunna]
Roll with my slime, yeah that my lizard
I pay some shit, a whole mil
New paper tag, didn’t wanna rent it
S-L-I-M-E a slime, I say that shit every time
Got two styrofoams, yeah, I’m sippin’ these meds
Hey, we ain’t got ties, you ain’t gon’ ride
Yeah, I’ma kingface Patek my time
Cop a Bugatti out of there
Two tone Prezi Rolex, yeah this drip you can’t catch
She can suck dick with no hands
New paper tag, didn’t wanna rent it
New paper tag, didn’t wanna rent it
Hey, so I still can’t tellin’ you lies
I’m on a jet, ain’t got no fear
Hey, we ain’t got ties, you ain’t gon’ ride
I done spent some racks on my fam
Matted the coupe, and my windows tinted
[Verse 1: Gunna]
Pateks on Pateks on Pateks on Pateks (oh-okay)
YSL Uber these jets, put ’em in some VVS
Running through bitches like Backpage
Chop off the top, headed to Lenox
Hey, so I still can’t tellin’ you lies
Playmakers
Wash away all the evidence
I rock Givenchy, the vintage
Matted the coupe, and my windows tinted
I put her coupe on my bill, yeah
I got some chains and they tennis
I done stayed down and I ran up the money, I got me an M now
Matted the coupe, and my windows tinted
When it comes to business I’m handling mine

I triple-double the year, yeah
Chop off the top, headed to Lenox
When it comes to business I’m handling mine
I got some rickety rackades
Hey, we ain’t got ties, you ain’t gon’ ride
I got some VVS’s on my neck and my ears they real, dog
Audemar wrist, count it then spend it
Young Gunna Gunna, I’m in my prime
Ready to slide, you will get slithered
I got some cash, I wanna spend it
I killed the coupe, dropped the ceiling
Chop off the top, headed to Lenox
Do all my dirt when it’s raining
Yeah, I’ma kingface Patek my time
Ride on this bitch, I’m in sixth gear
Roll with my slime, yeah that my lizard
Ride a Wraith like it’s rented
Hey, pinstripe Gucci my pants
Audemar wrist, count it then spend it
Young Gunna Gunna, I’m in my prime
Another painted red, drank to the head
Hugh Hefner, he like my daddy R.I.P.

MoneyBagg Yo – Break Da Internet

When she walk she know she bad, she gon’ break the internet
Water, water on me (swim and splash)
She shake ass on the gram, time to break the internet
Ayy my bitch look like a Kardash’
He want attention, chasing clout, tryna break the internet (pussy)
She shake ass on the gram, time to break the internet
Racks bleu cheese (racks blue, ooh)
[Chorus]

If I post a million cash I’ma break the internet
You in the back like the carseat (pussy)
Ruger, NuNu, scary sight (bop bop)
Paint you a picture, artist
He want attention, chasing clout, tryna break the internet (pussy)
[Verse 1]

They like damn look at Bagg, he just broke the internet
I might just make her my missus (wifey)
[Chorus]
If they found out who I’m fuckin’ I’ma break the internet (hey)
If I upload my account, I’ma break the internet (crash)
When she walk she know she bad, she gon’ break the internet
I’m in the coupe with the cutter
These blue seas (ocean)
These bitches poison, anthrax (hey)
I walk around with all this goddamn money
[Chorus]
She want the dick from the front (front)
Skrrt skrrt skrrt, that whip fast, bet it break the internet
I told her shut up and bought her a bag (lil bitch)
If I post a million cash I’ma break the internet
Then I’ma Rollie her wrists (bust down)
Error, error, she might fuck around and crash, hahaha
Then I proceed to get to the cheese
My pockets on full but my tank on E
I know that you notice me (notice me)
[Intro]
She gon’ make your boy give her the junk
If I upload my account, I’ma break the internet (crash)
He can’t make a hit like a blunt (so what?)
It ain’t no foldin’ me, it ain’t no ho in me
Nut on her face, I’ma slut her (ugh)
I’ll have her shit on these bitches (ugh)
Look how my teeth flare at night
I’ma break the social sites, ridin’ in a creature, parasite
She shake ass on the gram, time to break the internet
Keep bringin’ up hoes from the past
They like how I’m dressin’ (I’m dressin’, I’m stylin’)
If they found out who I’m fuckin’ I’ma break the internet (hey)
If I post a million cash I’ma break the internet

If I upload my account, I’ma break the internet (crash)
Get her some ass and some titties (surgery)
I don’t need no teller, got the bank on me (hey)
When she walk she know she bad, she gon’ break the internet
They like damn look at Bagg, he just broke the internet
Don’t slip on the drip
These bitches all over me like I was Jodeci (singer)
She trippin’, all in the car mad (why?)
I got my name out the concrete (concrete)
So he tryin’ publicity stunt
Skrrt skrrt skrrt, that whip fast, bet it break the internet
Skrrt skrrt skrrt, that whip fast, bet it break the internet
If they found out who I’m fuckin’ I’ma break the internet (hey)
Might show my bitch on my IG (hey)

I want that cap like a snapback (ugh)
[Verse 2]
Let me record it on Snapchat (snap)
They like damn look at Bagg, he just broke the internet
She topped me out of a knapsack (hey)
Got the stick in the coat with me (coat with me)
I walk and talk like a check my nigga, like
Then celebrate to her brother (hah)
Yellow my diamonds, they butter (ugh)
He want attention, chasing clout, tryna break the internet (pussy)

Skippa Da Flippa – D.A.M.N. (feat. Sauce Walka)

We don’t fold under pressure
Water, water, water, water, water been, Flip a baller (water)
It means you’re fake, and this is really how I feel
Never ask John Madden, ask McFadden
Damn, damn, damn, damn
This is really who I am, damn
I grip that stick a lot more when I’m lonely
Black op, shellshocked (whoo)
Older drop, drip top
Older drop, drip top
His and hers Lambs, I drive mine in flip-flops (swear)
Flip a pack, watch it lock non-stop
Meet my bitch and then we lip lock
Black op, shellshocked (whoo)
VS1, there’s no tickin’ in my Rollie watch
I’m from the Nawf, I ain’t ever gave a damn (Flippa)
Choppas do damage and I’m still dabbin! (Flippa)
I grip that stick a lot more when I’m lonely
I got diamonds in my mouth, bitch
I’m from the Nawf, I ain’t ever gave a damn
Having ENT and I am the leader
I could get you a house, bitch
Fall back a little if you think he’s extra
Throw the work like I’m Pam
I’m ready like Tony ’cause I ain’t ever gave a damn
I’m very humble, but I never gave a damn
Tell him do tricks while I ghostride the Bimmer
I change the cars like the kids change semesters
Shootin’ movies like Brad Pitt
Flip a pack, watch it lock non-stop
Ziploc, now my diamonds like a damn (water)
Fall back a little if you think he’s extra
Skippa Flippa been a baller, she ready every time I call her
Talkin’ cash shit, yeah, spazz, bitch
Blowin’ up my inbox like spam
I thank God that I’m the Siamese Lisa

You know that I am well past ya
Is Semi not on me? See?
[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa]
[Verse 2: Sauce Walka]
You can’t be real, so you fake and phony
I gotta go hard, my niggas, I share(Swear)
Before I got kicked out I always played hooky
Meet my bitch and then we lip lock
[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa]
Is you a boss bitch or lost bitch?
[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa]
You can’t be real, so you fake and phony
Double park the ‘Rari, don’t pay the meter
I change the cars like the kids change semesters
VS1, there’s no tickin’ in my Rollie watch
If you hatin’ now, you been hatin’
How could I go make a dub with you?
Flip a pack, watch it lock non-stop
Ziploc, now my diamonds like a damn
[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa]
Vacay I took in the cabins

I’m Madden, you can call me Flip McDabbin’ (Dab)
VS1, there’s no tickin’ in my Rollie watch
Another night, another show, another 10(10)
Older drop, drip top
Hi, my name is Albert, I drip sauce, bitch
Older drop, drip top
Me and money I think’s the perfect pair (Swear)
Oh please sir, I smoke zip on a cheetah
I grip that stick a lot more when I’m lonely
Meet my bitch and then we lip lock
Jacket made out of lamb, bought my bro a trans-am
Ziploc, now my diamonds like a damn
We don’t fold under pressure
Fall back a little if you think he’s extra

But I’m strapping
We don’t fold under pressure
I’m havin’, I pop an Addy, then add it
I’m ready like Tony ’cause I ain’t ever gave a damn
Meet my bitch and then we lip lock
Kill Bill, pop a seal, can you really keep it real?
Is Semi not on me? See?
You can’t be real, so you fake and phony
Couple bags what I bought her! (Flippa)
How could I go hit the club with you?:
I am so icy, call me Flip LaFlare
I change the cars like the kids change semesters
I grip that stick a lot more when I’m lonely
I am Lil Flippa, I’m close to the edge but don’t push me D.A.M.N., my best friend name is Benjamin
You can’t be real, so you fake and phony
I’m very humble, but I never gave a damn
See? Is Semi not on me?
Ain’t you sleepin’ on a couch, bitch?
Roll up the cookie, I came a long way from being a rookie
[?] so he flex the Lamb

I’m ready like Tony ’cause I ain’t ever gave a damn
I’m from the Nawf, I ain’t ever gave a damn (Flippa)
You fuckin’ for free and you prostitute
VS1, there’s no tickin’ in my Rollie watch
Black op, shellshocked (Whoo)
Little bitty bitch you a boca boo
I win the race even when I’m in traffic
His and hers Lambs, I drive mine in flip-flops
[Verse 1: Skippa Da Flippa]
Ziploc, now my diamonds like a dam
Black op, shellshocked (whoo)
I’m very humble, but I never gave a damn
Sauce got it, never gave a damn
Bitch I need the jelly, you can keep the jam
[Verse 3: Skippa Da Flippa]
I’m very humble, but I never gave a damn
Hold up, I drop an eight in a liter
Horse mouth, bitch, like Pam
His and hers Lambs, I drive mine in flip-flops(Swear)
Flip a pack, watch it lock non-stop
I change the cars like the kids change semesters
I’m from the Nawf, I ain’t ever gave a damn (Flippa)
See? Is Semi not on me?
I rock the stage, they tell me come again
I’m havin’ karats, and I’m not ashin’
We don’t fold under pressure
Why would I care?
Run out of cash and I swipe on the VISA
$20,000 on the outfit
I’m ready like Tony ’cause I ain’t ever gave a damn

His and hers Lambs, I drive mine in flip-flops
Fall back a little if you think he’s extra