Migos – Walk It Talk It (feat. Drake)

I get a rebound, ain’t talkin’ ’bout Spalding (ball)
Hit a bitch, hit a lick with the ‘cho (hey)
I want that thot, this that ménage (which one?)
Say that we been beefin’ dog, but you on your own
Walk it like I talk it

Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it)
Name ringin’ like a Migo trap phone, woah
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it like I talk it
Load of cash and the salts (brr) What’s in my vault?
[Chorus: Quavo]

Walk it like I talk it (woo)
Walk it like I talk it (let’s go)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)

Heard you livin’ in a mansion in all your raps though
Walk it like I talk it (yeah)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
(Add it up, add it up, add it up, add it up, yeah)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (yeah)
She just bought a new ass but got the same boobs (same boobs)
Used to be with Vashtie at Santo’s
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it, walk it like I talk it

Walk it like I talk it (let’s go)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (woo)
Watch it buck, no Milwaukee (hunnid)
I bought a Plain Jane Rollie, these niggas bought they fame (woo)
Water gon’ lock it, quadruple the profit (profit)
That was that
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (yeah)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (woo)
Eliott got me rocky
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it)
Drop dead fresh, I need a coffin
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (hey)
I hit her, gave her back to the city, she home (she at home now)
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it)
So I can’t be beefin’ with no wack nigga, got no backbone
Walk it like I talk it (woo)
Walk it like I talk it (yeah)
Walk it, walk it like I talk it
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Walk it like I talk it (woo)
Walk it like I talk it (woo)
Take the pot and I’m splashin’ up, dolphin (splash)
Walk it like I talk it (yeah)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (yeah)
I bought a franchise to double up the profits (franchise)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Smoke the cookie, get the coughin’
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (woo)
Niggas pocket watchin’ (watchin’)
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it)
Walk it, walk it like I talk it
Ain’t no walkie-talkie (no)
[Chorus: Quavo]
[Verse 4: Takeoff]
First night, she gon’ let me fuck ’cause we grown
But your shit look like the trap on this Google Maps, though
[Chorus: Quavo]
Woah, hold on (OG Parker)
Heard you signed your life for that brand new chain (I heard)
(That’s my sauce, look it up, look it up, find it)

Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (woo)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Take the nine and go buy me a faucet (nine)
That’s my sauce, where you find it?
Walkin’ like I talk a nigga done bought it (uh)
Walk it like I talk it
We make a landslide, chopper get to poppin’ (landslide)
Walk it like I talk it (hey)
Walk it like I talk it
She cook up and jab with the folk (jab)
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it)
Walk it, like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (yeah)
[Verse 3: Offset]
Ballin’, somethin’ we do often (ball)
I like to walk around wit’ my chain loose (chain, chain)
Walk it like I talk it
Get your respect in diamonds (ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice)
Walk it like I talk it (talk it)
Walk it like I talk it
Up in the shits, some niggas just dormant (shits)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)

Walk it like I talk it (walk it)

Walk it like I talk it
Ayy, I gotta stay in my zone
Walk it like I talk it (yeah)
(Whip it up, whip it up, cook it up, cook it up, skrr, skrr)
Walk it like I talk it (woo)
That’s on Tommy Campos, we live like Sopranos and I—
Walk it like I talk it
[Chorus: Quavo]
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it like I talk it
We been brothers since Versace bando, woah
That’s my bro, he know the lingo (lingo)
By the pair, I got karats that choke (by the pair)
Walk it like I talk it (yeah)
Whippin’ up dope, scientist
Hold out on that coffee
[Verse 2: Drake]
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (hey)
Walk it like I talk it (ayy)
Walk it like I talk it (woo)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Fuckin’ a bih and that’s not a problem (a problem)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Take off rocket keep ’em in pocket
Uh
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (woo)
Think it came with stripes but you ain’t straight with the gang (gang, gang)
Blow a socket, chicken teriyaki (brr)
Big talks of the town, big boy gang moves (gang moves)
I walk like I walk (hey) talk like I talk (woah)
[Intro: Quavo]
I think my back got scoliosis ’cause I swerve the lane (skrr)
By the pair, I got karats each load (by the pair)
Walk it like I talk it (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Deko)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Private life, private jets ’round the globe (private life)
I put a lab in my loft (lab)
Addin’ up checks, no minus
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (woo)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)

Walk it, walk it like I talk it (hey)
Woo, woo, woo, Offset
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it)
Take my shoes and walk a mile, somethin’ that you can’t do (woo, hey)
Walk it like I talk it
This some, "You know, why don’t we know?" (We know?)
Walk it like I talk it (let’s go)
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (hey)
Walk it like I talk it (let’s go)
I play the coach so I gotta call it (call it)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it)

Frank Turner – Blackout

I will be there waiting for you
It’s asking uneasy questions
[Outro]
They’ve been asking, asking the question
But down in the suburbs where it first went out
Bring a burning candle with you
I’ll be waiting for you
Wait for the morning

Meet me in the middle
[Chorus 2]
But it’s not enough anymore
I will be there waiting for you
Bring a burning candle with you
Are you afraid of the darkness?
Meet me in the middle
Are you afraid of the darkness?
[Verse 1]
Meet me in the middle
Meet me in the middle
[Chorus 2]
Meet me in the middle
You’re watching your favorite show
Wait for the morning
When the TV died
I was in my comfort zone
I was singing selfish songs
Bring a burning candle with you

[Chorus 1]
One power vacuum and we’re coming apart

I’ll be waiting for you
We should be asking ourselves uneasy questions
Are you afraid of the darkness?

We can’t turn just around and close the door on the world
Meet me in the middle
On the critical ward
We’re all caught in the blackout
Meet me in the middle
[Bridge]
[Post-Chorus]
Are you afraid of the darkness?
In the hospital
I’m afraid of the darkness too

Trying to feel our way out

We’re all caught in the blackout
The biggest power-cut in your neighbourhood since 1989
Meet me in the middle
The break and the backup of a life support
Are you afraid of the darkness?
Meet me in the middle
Are you afraid of the darkness?
I’m afraid of the darkness too
Trying to feel our way out
We should be asking, asking the question
Meet me in the middle
One system failure and it stopped her heart
Too long a breath between
I’ve been taking for granted everyone understood how easy trouble comes
I’m afraid of the darkness too
A blackout in the center of town
Meet me in the middle
[Verse 2]

Emma Blackery – Dirt

I’ve got dirt on you
I was having such a good time
(1, 2, 3)

[Chorus]
You turn it around on me, so I turn it around on you
This altitude ain’t the only thing I got over you
Don’t make me spill it

By the pool, sipping on wine
Yes, things go sour after they pass their sell-by date (ooh)
You’d best be on your knees
I’ve got dirt on you
It’s gonna be you with the bruises
[Bridge]
Saying I’m bitter (Honey, have you looked in the mirror?)
And bitch I’m gonna sip it
I’ve got dirt on you
[Post-Chorus]
Do you know I got dirt on you?
I’ve got dirt on, I’ve got, I’ve got
It’s gonna be you with the bruises

[Verse 2]
Keep pushing your lies on me, gonna show that I’m bulletproof
Cause I’ve got dirt on you
I’ve got, I’ve got, I’ve got
I’ve got dirt on, I’ve got, I’ve got
I’ve got dirt on you (1, 2 ,3, hey!)
Now, you’re up in my face, getting irate
I’ve got tea for two
I’ve got dirt on, I’ve got, I’ve got
I’m going somewhere new
[Post-Chorus]

You were so sweet, what changed?
No, you know somebody’s gonna come out of this fight on top
Don’t make me spill it
How far down will you go
And when I count to three
The sun is casting rays, so let me serve some shade

No, you know somebody’s gonna come out of this fight on top
Then you came on Twitter
I’ve got dirt on you

[Post-Chorus]
Do you know I got dirt on you?
It’s gonna be you with the bruises
I’ve got dirt on you
I’ve got dirt on you

I’ve got dirt on you
[Pre-Chorus 1]
If you keep looking then you’re gonna find me
[Outro]
I’ve got dirt on you
On me, online, all the time
[Post-Chorus]
Cause I’m the bitch who keeps her receipts (Hey!)
Do you know I got dirt on you?
I’ve got dirt on you

Never thought you’d stoop so low
I’ve got dirt on you
I’ve got dirt on you
I’ve got dirt on you

I’ve got dirt on, I’ve got, I’ve got (Tea for two)

Don’t you try coming for me
Cause I’ve got dirt on you
[Pre-Chorus 2]
And bitch I’m gonna sip it

Somewhere you’ve never been to
I’ve got dirt on you
If you keep looking, you won’t like what you see
I’ve got dirt on you

And bitch I’m gonna sip it
I’ve got tea for two
[Verse 1]
Cause I’ve got dirt on you
I’ve got tea for two
I’ve got dirt on you
No, you know somebody’s gonna come out of this fight on top
[Chorus]
[Intro]
Using my name for fame, and yet you say you’re self-made honey
[Chorus]
I’ve got, I’ve got, I’ve got

I’ve got dirt on, I’ve got, I’ve got
Can’t write you back, gotta catch my flight
Don’t make me spill it
I’ve got dirt on you

Yemi Alade – Bum Bum

See me dance to reggae and calypso
Four for the, four when you shake your bum bum bum bum
Eh, eh me I like to party
Mmmm, see I like the way you looking at me
Wey dey go down when the music come up
Party with the girls wey get body
Party with the boys wey get money
Yemi Alade
One for the party,
Turn up when the come up, we are dadadidiri oh eh
You go down when the music come up
Turn up when the music come up,
Oh baby make we jolly, today, today I naughty
We are dadadidiri oh eh
Two for the, two for the money
Go down to the rhythm and the bass
Party with the girls wey get body
When the Dj give them, them dey turn up eh
Eh, me I like to party
With Rashida and Nancy
Eh, say me I like to party
Two for the, two for the money
We dey turn up like say we are
Party with the girls wey get body
Party with the boys wey get money
Them dey go down when the music come up
Eh, eh, eh I like to chill oh
You go down when the music come up
Wey dey go down when the music come up

Go down when the music come up
Four for the, four when you shake your bum bum bum bum
Wey dey, go down when the music come up
See me, see me why me
Them dey go down when the music come up
We dey turn up like say we are [?]
Four for the, four when you shake your bum bum bum bum
Three for the, three for the shawty
One for the party
You go down when the music come up
With Shakira and Beyoncé for Miami
See, see me I like to party
Go down, swah
Two for the Shawty,
Follow me one day you go enjoy oh
When the Dj give them, them dey turn up
Yemi Alade
At all, at all na im bad oh
See, see me I like to party
Three for the shake your bum, bum, bum, bum
Eh, eh me I like to party
Three for the, three for the honey
See, see me I like to party
Hold on not talking in bottles
Eh, me I like to party
You go down when the music come up
Eh, eh say I like to party
See me whine, see me digbi low
Party with the girls wey get body
Two for the Shawty,
Oh Jor, eh Jor, oh jor, jor, jor, jor, jor
Go down when the music come up,
Go down when the music come up
Three for the shake your bum, bum, bum, bum
Chilling with [?]
Alhaja spray your money, make all the girls them worry
Abeg look with [?]

You go down when the music come up
Ewo, Ewo
Efizzy Baby
One for the party,
Them dey go down when the music come up
Party with the boys wey get money
Party with the boys wey get money
Three for the, three for the honey
When the Dj give them, them dey turn up
One for the party
One for the money,
Two for the, two for the money
Them dey go down when the music come up
Eh, me I like to party
Wey dey, go down when the music come up
You go down when the music come up

Skrapz – Outro

I wish there was a lever I could pull, that could make these fake niggas disappear
But I think it’s time I leave the streets alone now
And all the times I’ve sat up in a cell for crimes committed and they’re telling me I did it and it actually wasn’t me
I said that I would put these guns and bricks down time ago
I rather spend my money overseas, with some duty free Hennessy and weed
I wish that they could take me back in time when it was realer
That’s why lately I’ve been keeping it discreet, I just move behind the scenes
I’m pushing kilograms just to keep my money growing like a muscle
I’m switching up the programme like a channel
My attitude was young when I was young but now it’s grown now
And all the works the mandem’s had to mash with the machine
I’m rolling with a gun true I’m sick and tired of fucking up my knuckles
I guess that nothing isn’t promised like tomorrow
I hate to see my mum with her eyes full up of tears
And when I was a kid, she didn’t know what I was on but now it’s clear
Standing in the dock wishing death towards Your Honour
The prices on the bricks keep rising, so I need another angle
Without the 30 years
The only person I could really put my trust in lately is my shadow
I’m happy that she knows now the reason why I never stopped when she was saying slow down
He’s saying that he’s praying day and night to keep his nephew out of trouble
All I know about is death before dishonour
Started from the bottom now I’m here
And you know I’ve got my own style
And I can’t stop now
I came a long way from doing this for free
And shoutout Giggs, he brought me out in Hammersmith Apollo
And now I’m making money from a stream
But the drug game’s blatantly a scandal
I’ve put this shit together like a puzzle
I’m having conversations with my uncle
Not just keep on staying up until it goes down
Cos a man ain’t just doing this for me
Well someone tell them filthy motherfuckers that the fire keeps burning like a candle
I rather crack a bottle of some wine tell her cheers
And I everyday I gamble with my freedom and I battle with these demons
Boom!
And the weather’s gotta be at least 28 degrees
I’m gonna write a book about my life and chapter1 is how I made it through the struggle
Last year all my shows was getting cancelled
There’s gotta be at least 7 of my G’s, cos we never thought we’d get to see 2017
I used to get my salary from fiends
The jakes were tryna damage my financials
And all the times the feds had tried to catch me with a key
I’m whipping in the big pyrex’s, not the one that’s got the handle
I turn things to reality from dreams
And I can’t believe the things I’m seeing on the social media
I do this for Monique and Khiana and Kelis
And my jewellery game’s the opposite of subtle
These fans have got a nigga taking pictures like a model
I’ve been a dads way before I had my first child
And I know the police want me off the streets
And this Cali’s got a nigga moving paro
And gradually I’m killing all her fear

The Chainsmokers – Everybody Hates Me

[Outro]
Like everybody, everybody hates me (everybody, yeah)

Everybody, yeah, everybody
Yeah, I just want to drink tequila with my friends

[Verse 2]
I’m so defeated, I just want this shit to end
I’m talkin’ to myself, shit, now they think I’m crazy

I’m a product of the internet
Like everybody hates me
So I walk into the club like, everybody hates me
I’m so defeated, I can’t get outside my head
I walk into the club like, everybody hates me (everybody hates me)
[Drop]
[Verse 1]

Yeah, I just wanna drink tequila with my friends
Like everybody hates me
I walk into the club like, everybody hates me
I’m just trying to stay normal now that they know what my name is
And I’m not trying to be like "poor me," I made it
I walk into the club like, everybody hates me (everybody hates me)
[Drop]
Everyone knows what I look like
She said she cheated ’cause she tried to get ahead
And now, I’m face to face with all the voices in my head
Everybody (everybody)
I walk into the club like, everybody hates me
Not even one of them knows me
I’m talkin’ to myself, shit, now they think I’m crazy
I walk into the club like, everybody, yeah
I walk into the club like, everybody hates me
I can’t even check the time without facing regret
[Drop]
I walk into the club like, everybody hates me
They’re the reason that I still am who I am
Like everybody hates me (everybody, yeah)

Yeah, let’s do it again but, uh, this time, uh, let’s go full psycho
[Chorus]
[Breakdown]
So I walk into the club like, everybody hates me
I walk into the club like, everybody hates me
[Chorus]

I walk into the club like, everybody, yeah
I walk into the club like, everybody hates me

[Intro: Drew Taggart]
I post a picture of myself ’cause I’m lonely
The more I read it, yeah, the more I take offense
Why do I still have to mean everything I ever said?
Yeah, I just wanna drink tequila with my friend
Everybody (everybody)

slowthai – North Nights

Making P from airplane traffic
Suck your mum like your dad
Blood on my hands for my bloods that are broken
But it’s calm, it’s cool, it’s cold, it’s nice
Cause I’m dressed in white
Hot in the bits like Moulton
Back in the day when I jumped cabs
You might get a goodbye
From a yout
Every one knows about slay
Rudeboy deal with the matter
Roll round my ends and they know slowthai
And I pray this year is a scorcher
Woah
My life they can’t understand it
Kick ball, school man like it’s FIFA
No one can imitate
Laugh at my pain I ain’t joking
Want beef but I’m moving cattle
Screw your face
Woah
Roll round my ends screaming North Nights (double N!)
Bae
No hoods, no hats
Negative life, stop moaning
Breath stinks straight, in need of Colgate
Woah
Theresa May wanna be like Branson
Different planet like I came from Namek
No space, no caps
Impose yourself
Too many things I hold in
Cah only get one life
Pray this summer is a heater

In the cold Northants gets tragic
Slow it down the slow motion
Mad
Catch me in the club
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Head to big, it’s swollen
The boys been a savage
From a yout
Slay
Rudeboy deal with the matter
Disconnect everyone I don’t like
I was like rah, nah, nah
No simulator
Get jooked, complain of belly ache
Making P from airplane traffic
Till my legs start floating
And get something in your eye
The boys been a savage
Pressurise me
Couldn’t get one from my gaff

Different planet like I came from Namek
Strange
Like who you booking mate?
I write novels like man was an author
My life they can’t understand it
Amell the tree like cash in the attic
Blood from a stone
Wouldn’t throw my shadow
Hands open
Hate the wet weed but I just bag it
Tunnel vision and this tunnel too narrow
Want war jump out the Bora with an arrow
Nights in watching Cash In The Attic
Madness
Pain
I be slanging Snow White
When I roll in, everybody goes “I know him”
Theresa May wanna be like Branson
Just cause they know my name
Don Perrione hype
[Verse 1]
It’s a twister, make you turn in your grave like a Rizla
Cross bow and bora
I got blacklisted
I’m in Thailand, bun Ibiza
From a boy been chased by badness
When I draw my Beyblade
Mewtwo, you man move like Sparrow
I ain’t learnt
Wiseman with a spliff Ribena
When it snows I’m ghost
Situations elevate

N.E.R.D & Rihanna – Lemon (Remix) (feat. Drake)

You can catch me…
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Ayy, get to sneakin’ for you, bae
I live it how I get it, y’all don’t really get it
Bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Got the hazards on, only doin’ five
Wait, wait a minute
Ayy, got the nerve to want a Bentley for her birthday
But everyday, hey, wasn’t lemonade
Maybe I can get some 50s for your birthday"
Shout out to them people, people
You better get some money and not die and go to prison"
Bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Yeah, I got rich and stayed free

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
[Verse 1: Drake]
And I know you know what P about to say

A nigga ’bouta business
Nigga the Veyron glide
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face

I get it how I live it
Mothafucka, we ain’t finished

Mothafucka, we ain’t finished
Got the window down, top, blowin’ la
I was afraid, once a nigga graduate
[Outro: Pharrell Williams]
Wait, wait a minute
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face

[Refrain: Pharrell Williams]
And the truck behind me got arms
I live it how I get it
Wait, wait a minute
You can catch me, Rih, in the new La Ferrar’
It’s just your eyes get acidic
Nigga the Veyron glide
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
[Bridge: Pharrell Williams]
Wait, wait, wait a minute
And this here ain’t a scrimmage
Matter of fact I need a favor for the remix
I get it how I live it
Wait, wait a minute
My constellation in space
I pull up in a lemon, blocks get to spinnin’
Like yours, but you rent it
Mad ethnic right now
Warp speed, Doctor Spock couldn’t chase, nigga
So you see
Free the dawgs doin’ B.I.Ds
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Woo! This beat tastes like lunch
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
I told you we won’t stop
Wait, wait a minute
Tell the paparazzi get the lens right
I just always had opinions
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Tell the paparazzi get the lens right
And this here ain’t a scrimmage

Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Count the mothafuckin’ digits
I pull up with a lemon
Got the window down, top, blowin’ la
Say we talk but we ain’t speakin’ every day
A nigga ’bouta business
Count the mothafuckin’ digits
Nigga, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
It’s just your eyes get acidic
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Just waitin’ for my thumb like The Fonz
Wait, wait a minute
Would I be okay?
But it’s runnin’ from veneers and it’s runnin’ from the fronts
I told you we won’t stop
[Verse 2: Rihanna]
I pull up with a lemon
I live it how I get it
Like yours, but you rent it
I know everybody not like me
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
You can catch me
[Bridge: Pharrell Williams]
I said, "Maybe I could rent it for your birthday
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Wait, wait a minute

Not ’cause she ain’t livin’
It’s Rihanna, nigga
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
I get it how I live it
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Wave hello to the top
Got the hazards on, only doin’ five
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face

[Chorus: Rihanna]
Never had a limit, never been religious
Not ’cause she ain’t livin’
Wait, wait a minute
P-p-p-people, people, people
[Intro: RetcH]
Wave hello to the top
My daddy told me, "Listen
Yeah, longer than LeBron
So I prayed and I played
Money 3D printin’

Lil Pump – Gucci Gang (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane, 21 Savage, French Montana, Bad Bunny, J Balvin & Ozuna)

Chingando por Barcelona, wuh
Tú dándole like y yo que estaba bloqueándola del Insta (‘tá bloquea’, wuh, wuh)
Gucci the gang so we watchin’ the snakes (Gucci)
Tu jeva llama pa’ Krippy (Krippy)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, ayy
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Nipsey, Snoop and them
Gucci to death, I’m really a gang by myself (Gucci gang)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Was yellin’ "Ha" way before Juvi’, mane (ayy, ayy)
I don’t even drive it, spent a quarter just to park it
A la cama le agotamo’ el spring
Walkin’ out the Gucci store, ’bout to spend a hundred so
La corta la guardo en el M6, sí
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
La cartera con la’ avispa’ (prr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Run with the yay, drum on the K
She can barely talk but she know that her dad a baller
Made a hook, you ain’t like me
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Free Meek Mill, free all my niggas in jail
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Y’all lil’ niggas poppin’, that’s chump change
Solamente se realista (‘tamo’ claro’)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
Tú le preguntaste y te dijeron "El sonido ‘e la disquera"
Jumpin’ out the whip just to pose in my Gucci robe (Wop)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
Hasta los panas míos visten Gucci y ella ‘entro ‘e la nevera
(Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang)
Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat
Kufi gang, diamonds all blue like Hoover gang
Y otro se fue de la lista
Siempre flow Biggie con el bastón
[Chorus: Lil Pump]

Dinero como un talibán (ah)
Call me El Gato Guwop or Mustafa the 3rd
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, eh
Couldn’t see my life through a Gucci frame (frame)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I Saint Laurent my garments, lil’ bitch, pardon me
Blanquita pero culona
Got an FN and a Draco
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Got a snake on my collar, I ain’t rockin’ no diamonds
Yo no tengo, dicen que ello’ mandan
(Lil Pump, Woah)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Con este phillie ya van dos (dos)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang
La Uzi que bota chispa, brr
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
That’s it right there, Gnealz
Dos cincuenta el Richard Mille, la cubana en diamond
*Guwop*
Bills ain’t bills, a nigga like me

Throw you off a Wyclef like Fugee gang (woo)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
La corta la guardo en el M6
Y con el AK te hacemo’ el fade
Lil’ bitty bitch, got a big booty though
21, Gucci gang (Lil Pump)
This nigga talkin’ crazy ’bout who, mane?
Yo nunca le bajo, pa’ ustedes no hay break

Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
Gucci, Gucci, tú me has visto en la tele, ah
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
Gucci el pantalón
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)

[Verse 2: Bad Bunny]
Savage wear a whole lot of Gucci, mane (Montana)
Double cup red, huh, just to match my ‘Rari, huh
Gucci on my daughter, and she still a toddler
Shot him in his ear and his tooth, mane
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
I can’t buy a bitch no wedding ring (ooh)
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
French had the franchise

[Verse 6: Ozuna]
No juego fútbol (wuh)
Gucci gang, boomerang, made the block hot
Cop some chains, you ain’t like me
Porque tú puede’ frontear lo que tú quiera’
Y hay un par de loco’ que hay que darle una parranda
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, ayy (Gucci gang)
You can’t afford new hair, you like to hold on weave
to the A then it’s back to the Bay L.A.
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Yo no sé a qué banco es que ustedes van (ping)
Tantas modelo’ que ya parezco una revista (yeh)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
You ride the wave, you ain’t like me
Haaan, Montana!
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)

Oh you know what, bro? I ain’t even know
Yo les canto bonito y se quedan deselegán’
Viste cuando optó por la escalera
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
But I still fucked around and hit him with the lil’ pump, mane
Ando en las Mercedes por si quieres pon
Yo nunca le bajo, pa’ ustedes no hay break
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
They gave Max life in the system (huh)
You still stay with your mama, lil’ bitch, pardon me
I run through the money like it grow on trees
Pero llego a Madrid, me recibe Cristiano (Cristiano)
She a dancer but a grade A student though

I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
Yeah, están pa’ los tiempo’ y latarle lo’ Dickies (Dickies)
[Verse 5: French Montana]
Y si quiere’ un auspicio háblame de un millón (millo’)
Servin’ raw like sushi gang (huh)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
El bicho me lo lesiona
Your bitch, his bitch, Savage fuckin’ everything
Tengo una nota cabrona, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Made me eight mil’ so I bought her a Wraith (mwah)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
‘Pecialista ‘e Gucci te lo manda
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Capsuleando en el tapón (¡heh!)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
No sea’ chota, no me tires screenshot
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci Mane a jiggalo, diamonds in my Figaro

Got a lil’ pump under the Gucci, mane, ayy
Me tiran tos’ los bandos (prr)
Te la pongo en la cara como Scarface
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
Dímelo, Lil Pump (yeah)
Que me vieron las babies y se mojan’
[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Cobrar pa’ mí ya es diversión (ching)
Savage got shooters on the roof, mane (Gucci gang)
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Del Maybach pa’l avión, se siente cabrón
With a Franchize Boyz white tee, you ain’t like me (haaan)
Back in the day they was callin’ me Ray
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Savage got a whole lot of shooters, mane (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
Two shows in a day, brick on the plate
Seven pills, Act’ in my system (huh)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
Cabrón, hay nivele’

A veces hasta perdiendo gano
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Y ya to’ el mundo chingando, ya me siento en Bang Bros (¡uh!)
Quieren comprar pero no les da
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Si no tienes todo Gucci no eres Gucci gang (gang)
Lil Pump
Pero me ven de frente y se me ablandan
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
Fui el artista de Obama este año y eso que en verdad no soy ni Americano (wuh)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Feelin’ myself, tuck in my shirt, show off my belt (it’s Gucci)
Gucci gang, eskimo, froze like the North Pole (brr)
Nah, you ain’t like me
Bellaca me pide un Whisky (Whisky, Whisky)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
Gucci gang, lo mío es pa’lante, nunca se van
Te la pongo en la cara como Scarface
Serpiente’ de cascabele’
Tú no eres Gucci gang aunque de Gucci te vista’ (hahaha)
Porque saben qué
Before the Gucci gang was the Gucci Mane (Mane)
[Intro: 21 Savage, Lil Pump, French Montana & *Gucci Mane*]

Botella de champaña en mi mano (en mi mano)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, uh
Fuck with Lil Pump, you get shot in the face
Yeah, el sushi se come con palo’ Supreme
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Desde Medellín a Milano (Milano)
[Verse 4: J Balvin]
Pump went to Harvard, well fuck it, I’m goin’ to Yale (Wop)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Dios proteja mis neuronas, ah
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Y con el AK te hacemo’ el fade

Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Woke up in [?], Bam Bam Bigelow
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Savage wear a whole lot of mothafuckin’ anything
Gucci Gang y a veces Louis Vuitton
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Came through, went popped down south of Gucci Mane
Savage got shooters in the booth, mane
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Si yo estoy ahí, tú estás segundo plano (plano, plano)
Fuck a wedding ring, side bitch, main bitch
Ya no son seta’, son L, ah
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, yeah

White Lion – Tell Me (Album Version)

The love we had together

And ran away into the night
Cause we were young up against the world

Oh baby, you know we couldn’t turn around
We said we’d never leave
Tell me baby cause I want the world to know

Tell me baby cause I want the world to know
That you’ll never let me go
Tell me baby all through the night
Tell me baby that you’ll never let me go
We were teenagers
Out on the run
So tell me, tell that you’ll never let me go
You know we couldn’t turn around
Tell me baby all through the night
That you’ll never let me go
Tell me baby cause I want the world to know
Together we were one

We were young in love
We were cold and all alone
Our parents didn’t understand
We were cold and all alone
Solo
Tell me baby I’m the only one
Tell me baby all through the night
We held each other tight
Tell me baby that you’ll never let me go
We found the place where dreams are made

Tell me baby I’m the only one
Oh baby you were so afraid

And hearts never broken
Cause I need your love, and I need it all the time
That you’ll never let me go
And you ever need
And you ever need
And face that we had left behind
We knew we couldn’t stay

Far away from home

The Party – Summer Vacation (Album Version)

Looks like a cram session’s about to begin
Tune in, groove on, bust out
[Chorus]

One more tardy and I’m on suspension
(Damon) All the fly fellas, peace
(Albert) What’s up, D?
Time to go out and have some fun
(Damon) Here we go, here we go, here we, here we go
Tune in, groove on, bust out
(Albert) Can’t stop a hip hop full of party til we drop
(Albert) Ooh, indubitably!
Gotta get away on a summer vacation

Gotta get away on a summer vacation
Got summer fever, can’t pay attention
(Albert) It’s a stone situation
Gotta get up, gotta get out, gotta get down
[Damon]
Tune in, groove on, bust out
Gotta get away on a summer vacation
Time to go out and have some fun
(Damon) Hot buns
Summer school’s not in the master plan

(Damon) Yo Al, let’s take a vacation
Yo, man, Al

I started my own countdown, it’s in effect
And when I get away, I like to do the wild thing
Gotta get up, gotta get out, gotta get down
[Chorus]
Ooh yeah

Tune in, (hey, yeah, yeah, yeah), bust out
[Albert]
Time to go out and have some fun
And wherever we are will be the place to G
Time to go out and have some fun
(Albert) Me and the crew
(Albert) Well, I understand what you’re saying, so why don’t we just kick the ballistics and cold get stupid?
Girls on my tip, that ain’t nothing new
(Albert) Hot sun

Gotta get up, gotta get out, gotta get down
Tune in, groove on (hey, yeah, yeah, yeah), bust out

Time to go out and have some fun
Girls in bikinis make me lose direction
[Verse 1]
(Damon) Man, I tell you, you know, it’s just all these finals, i’m ready for summer, ready for the good times, the stupid rhymes, and all the females out there, you know?
(Albert) Like Eazy-duz-it says, we’re gonna do it easy
(Damon) That’s right, and get a tan and just…
But I’m getting real excited ’cause summer’s near
[Albert]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I was clowning in class like I usually do
Tune in, groove on, bust out
Gotta get away on a summer vacation
Gotta break away from this day-to-day
We outta here! (Damon) I heard that!
Gotta get away on a summer vacation
Gotta get up, gotta get out, gotta get down
Everyone’s sweating ’cause finals are here
Bust out!
Hadn’t hit a book since I don’t know when
Got places to go, my homies and me

Gotta get up, gotta get out, gotta get down
Whoa, whoa, oh
Gotta break away from this day-to-day
With just one week ’til yo, I jet
Yeah, yeah
(Damon)Yo man, it’s summertime coming up, and I’m ready to just chill, you know?
Gotta get away on a summer vacation
Tune in, groove on, bust out
(Damon) Yo, summer, I’m down with that scene
Yeah, yeah
Gotta break away from this day-to-day
(Damon) Yeah, I know what you’re saying because you know, just the other day, yo!
[Spoken]
Gotta break away from this day-to-day
Ooh, yeah, yeah
Tune in, groove on, bust out (how ya livin’?)
Gotta break away from this day-to-day
Gotta get up, gotta get out, gotta get down
[Chorus]
Hey, yeah
Time to go out and have some fun
Gotta break away from this day-to-day

(Damon) Checking out fly behinds
[Verse 2]
Can’t be doing time ’cause I’ll lose my tan
[Verse 3]
Yeah, yeah
Tune in, groove on (hey, yeah, yeah, yeah), bust out
Tune in, groove on (yeah, yeah, yeah), bust out
Yeah, yeah
[Damon]
Tune in, groove on (yeah, yeah, yeah), bust out

Yo, D, yo, we gotta make a buddy stop
Tune in, groove on, bust out
Tune in, groove on, bust out, bust out
(Albert) Cold get stupid, like I said before
[Spoken]
(Damon) Is school bugging you like it’s bugging me?
(Albert) Tune in, baby, groove on, and bust out
(Damon) That means it’s party time

(Albert) It’s summer
Was spotted at the beach and now I’m in detention

Justice – D.A.N.C.E.

Do the D-A-N-C-E (Do the dance, do the dance)
You were such a P-Y-T
Just easy as A-B-C
Do the dance, do the dance
Do the dance (Do the dance)
Just easy as A-B-C
Under the spotlights
Do the dance
Stick to the B-E-A-T (Do the dance, do the dance)
The way you move is a mystery
You’re always there for music and me
The way you move is a mystery
Do the D-A-N-C-E
1, 2, 3, 4, fight
You were such a P-Y-T

You’re always there for music and me

Do the dance, do the dance
Get ready to ignite
Do the dance, do the dance

Stick to the B-E-A-T
Do the D-A-N-C-E

Do the D-A-N-C-E
Stick to the B-E-A-T
Do the dance
Just easy as A-B-C (Do the dance, do the dance)
Catching all the lights
The way you move is a mystery
The way you move is a mystery
Do the dance (Do the dance)
That’s how you make it right
Just easy as A-B-C
Stick to the B-E-A-T
You’re always there for music and me

Get ready to ignite
As strong as you might
Just easy as A-B-C
1, 2, 3, 4, fight
You’re always there for music and me

As strong as you might
Do the dance, do the dance
That’s how you make it right
Neither black nor white

The way you move is a mystery
Under the spotlights
The way you move is a mystery
Do the dance
Do the dance, do the dance
Working day and night
Do the dance (Do the dance)
It doesn’t matter

Do the D-A-N-C-E
That’s how you make it right
Catching all the lights
You were such a P-Y-T (Do the dance, do the dance)
Whatever happens

It doesn’t matter
You were such a P-Y-T
Working day and night

Get ready to ignite
You’re always there for music and me
1, 2, 3, 4, fight
Catching all the lights
Do the dance (Do the dance)
Whatever happens
Stick to the B-E-A-T
Do the dance
Neither black nor white

Mika – Big Girl (You Are Beautiful)

‘Cause a real woman
Big girls, you are beautiful
Feels like a big balloon
Big girls, you are beautiful
Big girls, you are beautiful
Feels like a big balloon

Big girls, you are beautiful

And there we’re gonna do baby
Walks in to the room
Big girl, you are beautiful
Diet Coke, I’m on my knees
Diet Coke and a pizza please
Big girls, you are beautiful
Screaming, "Big girl, you are beautiful"
Get yourself to the butterfly lounge
And there we’re gonna do baby
No need to fantasize
Get yourself to the butterfly lounge
And curves in all the right places

A watering hole with the girls around
Big boy, come on around
Big girl, you are beautiful
Oh, you are beautiful

Big girls, you are beautiful

And there we’re gonna do baby
A watering hole with the girls around
Big girls, you are beautiful
Find yourself a big lady
Big girl you are beautiful
Big boy, come on around
Big girl, you are beautiful
You take your girl
No need to fantasize

No need to fantasize
Big girls, you are beautiful
You take your girl
And curves in all the right places
Big girls, you are beautiful
Find yourself a big lady
Since the words are my praises
Find yourself a big lady

Big boy, come on around
Big girls, you are beautiful

And there we’re gonna do baby
I said, "Hey girls, you are beautiful"
Find yourself a big lady

And there we’re gonna do baby
Find yourself a big lady
Since the words are my praises
Big girls, you are beautiful
Diet Coke, I’m on my knees
Since the words are my praises
Needs a real man, here’s why
Big girls, you are beautiful
And curves in all the right places
Diet Coke and a pizza please
Screaming, "Big girl, you are beautiful"

Since the words are my praises
And curves in all the right places

Big boy, come on around
No need to fantasize

Big girl, you are beautiful
Get yourself to the butterfly lounge
Now a whole lot of woman
Big girl, you are beautiful

Big girls, you are beautiful

Needs a whole lot more
Since the words are my praises
And multiply her by four
Oh, you are beautiful
Big boy, come on around
Get yourself to the butterfly lounge
Now a whole lot of woman
Get yourself to the butterfly lounge
Big girl, you are beautiful
A watering hole with the girls around
And curves in all the right places
Big girls, you are beautiful
I feel like I’m gonna die
Big girls, you are beautiful
You take your skinny girl

And multiply her by four
A watering hole with the girls around
Walks in to the room

Big girls, you are beautiful
Needs a whole lot more
A watering hole with the girls around
No need to fantasize

Depeche Mode – A Pain That I’m Used To

Can’t conceal what I feel what I know is real

[Chorus]
No mistaking the faking I care
Devils feed on the seeds that are sown
[Chorus]
There’s a hole in your soul like an animal
[Verse 1]

Just give me a pain that I’m used to
I just know that I’m harder to console
I’m not sure what I’m looking for anymore
You just need to achieve something that rings true
Devils thrive on the drive that is fueled
You just need to achieve something that rings true
With a prayer in the air I will leave it there
[Verse 2]
I just pay while you’re breaking all the rules

On a note full of hope not despair
All this running around, well, it’s getting me down
I don’t see who I’m trying to be instead of me

Close your eyes, pay the price for your paradise
With no conscience repentance unknown
Just give me a pain that I’m used to
Can you say what you’re trying to play anyway

All this running around, well, it’s getting me down
I don’t need to believe all the dreams you conceive
I don’t need to believe all the dreams you conceive
But the key is a question of control
All the signs that I find have been underlined

Random music news for Saturday, March 17, 2018

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Inmates at the Grand Valley Institution for Women in Kitchener have released a 10-song album. Now, music news from around the world for March 17, 2018. Neil Young wonders why that woman from the NRA who hates him so much “doesn’t just shoot” him. Speaking of St. Did you grow up watching Transformers in the 80s? Hey, there’s data to back it up! Yes, music can make exercise better. Contextual playlists: the idea of playlists focused on events and activities. Fun: a list of songs you know but can’t name.
Random music news for Saturday, March 17, 2018