Trouble – Bring It Back (feat. Drake & Mike Will Made-It)

Yeah, I don’t play no games boy, I’m at your head (at your head)
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Yeah, Richard Mille, heavy on the watch (bitch)
[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah
Do it for the six, because we started there (started)
Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah)
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah
[Verse 1: Trouble]
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack
Take the charger, bad lil shawty, say she ’bout it
‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back, damn
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah

‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Charlie As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr.

Money man
But you ain’t no mothafuckin’ good
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that

Might be right, gift and a curse, I take it all as blessin’
I gotta get it, you came from my lil partner then (fuck)
Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah)
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Big Trouble, baby
[Intro: Trouble]
[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]

[Chorus: Trouble]
Partna you gon’ get spent doin’ all that flexin’
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
Aye, she say you so mothafuckin’ hood
I got the game down now, sorry Mr. Charlie
Either way if they was with ya, they goin’ with ya
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Mike Will Made-it, bitch
Know you fuckin’ with a real one though, no question (no doubt)
I could put you frontline, just bring it back
Go get your money man, go get that
Now you gotta own up to that shit you said
‘Bout it, ’bout it, yeah, shawty ’bout it, ’bout it, yeah
So many of us shootin’ you straight, ain’t no pressure
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah
Tryna teach a young nigga flexin’
Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah)
[Chorus: Trouble]
Mike Will Made-It
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah
You can’t push us to the edge, Trouble from the edge
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack
Mike WiLL Made-It (Mike WiLL)
Hatin’ on that man won’t do you no blessin’
I could put you frontline, just bring it back
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
Worry ’bout these hoes and you ain’t got no money
Once I get to snappin’ ain’t nobody safe (nobody)
[Chorus: Trouble]
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah
Wanna go to war, but you ain’t got no money
Extra million just to see the Maybach drop (drop, drop)
[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that

[Verse 2: Drake & Trouble]
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah
Go for that shit now, go get your money man
Crest white smile on my face
Yeah, tryna show me that she ’bout it
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah
Reality gon’ hit ya or we gon’ hit ya
All about the family, niggas took the pledge (took that shit)
Let do it
Me and Big Trouble baby (DTE)
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack
‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back
I got a girl that used to ride around with ‘Pac an’ them (‘Pac)
I gotta come for you, you shot at my lil’ partner though
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah
Hit the gas and we outta there
The loud wild off the gate, don’t need your molly
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah

Belly – 4 Days (feat. YG)

Had this motherfucker lookin’ like the congo
If you hatin’, bet this dick gon’ reach your tonsils
Life directed by Scorsese
Yeah
Fronted on me when I ain’t had shit
I tell her she can fuck up my life
I been comin’ down, 4 days
Ayy, I ain’t crashed in like 4 days

[Chorus: Belly]
[Intro: Belly]
Foreign girl with a accent (yuh)
I used to sleep on mattress
I just made a million dollars off a convo
Uh, I made it out the jungle

Foreign girl with a accent (yuh)
I been up, 4 days
Until I came up like a savage
Went from none to somethin’, been like tada
I been up, 4 days
Liquor got me goin’ more craze
Walk up in this bitch, Louis, Gucci, lil Prada
Mustard on the beat, hoe
Really, you just doing bad bitch
Ayy, I ain’t crashed in like 4 days
Got done like Ellie, you a bad bitch
Until I came up like a savage
You did me wrong when I ain’t had shit
[Verse 2: YG]
Liquor got me goin’ more craze
That’s the worse you could do when you done it on me
Until I came up like a savage

[Chorus: Belly]
She can barely fit that ass in the Aston (it’s true)
She can barely fit that ass in the Aston (it’s true)
Thinking you a bad bitch
Fronted on me when I ain’t had shit
Belly, what’s brackin’?
[Chorus: Belly]
Just don’t fuck up my cash flow
Life directed by Scorsese
You fronted on me when I ain’t had shit (yuh)
Until I came up like a savage
My gorilla strapped up like the gun show
I put my mama in a million dollar condo
Foreign girl with a accent (yuh)

You fronted on me when I ain’t had shit (yuh)
I lie and say the world’s yours, babe
I ain’t even sleep, 4 days
I’ma beat, beat it up just like a bongo, hey
I ain’t even sleep, 4 days
I fucked your friends ’cause you used to fuck my homies
Fronted on me when I ain’t had shit
Really, you just doing bad bitch
I been comin’ down, 4 days
[Verse 1: Belly]
I lie and say the world’s yours, babe
Thinking you a bad bitch
Until I came up like a savage
I been comin’ down, 4 days
I been up, 4 days
I would rather dream when I’m awake

Now I got ex hoes on my tracklist
Thinking you a bad bitch
You fronted on me, fr-fr-fronted on me
Huh, bitch call me Papa Shango
She can barely fit that ass in the Aston (it’s true)
When you hear how I ball, don’t call
Liquor got me goin’ more craze
I would rather dream when I’m awake
Life directed by Scorsese
This is not your cheese, you get nada
Burnin’ rubber and my eyes low (bitch, back the fuck up)
She told her friends, "That nigga stunted on me"
I would rather dream when I’m awake
You fronted on me when I ain’t had shit (yuh)
Ayy, I ain’t crashed in like 4 days
I ain’t even sleep, 4 days
Really, you just doing bad bitch
Until I came up like a savage
Pull off in that Lambo
I lie and say the world’s yours, babe

A CHAL – Cuánto (feat. A$AP Nast)

Blow my line, blow my line, yeah
I’m breaking Cubanos, pongo marijuana
Feelin’ like Tony with the fees
Bebiendo ‘te romo, tenemo ‘te plomo
Ayy, ayy, wey, qué
Cuànto, tanto, vamos, vamos (vámanos, vámanos)
Ayy, ayy, wey, qué
Used to mix Sprite with the Wop, ayy
Cuànto, tanto, vamos, vamos (vamonos, vamonos)
Ayy, ayy, wey, qué
Cuànto, tanto, vamos, vamos

They hit my tío’s spot for a lic
See them hatin’, eagle eye

Empire, empire
[Verse 1: A.Chal]
Licking, spilling, bar walk yeah
Suc, guap, suc, guap
Ayy, ayy, wey, qué
Shots fired, shots fired (bow, bow)
Cuànto, tanto, vamos, vamos
Fuck that bitch, she blow my line, ayy
Cuànto, tanto, vamos, vamos
On the phone, plug talk
Break it down, tape it, send it on the highway
Used to be actin’ from blocks
Verde en mi ropa, verde mi aroma
Ayy, ayy, wey, qué
[Chorus: A.Chal]
Abuela took me to the side and told me
Gettin’ hot like Belize
[Chorus: A.Chal]
I remember bein’ six
El rey de la zona, Gazi amazona

Ayy, ayy, wey, qué
"Be careful who you let inside"
Wreckin’ shit, recognize
Ayy, ayy, wey, qué
Your bitch, she like me a lot, yeah
Cuànto, tanto, vamos, vamos
En una cabana, my necklace de agua
I’m crossing the border then buyin’ the land up
Know they want me penalized
GAZI Gang NY
Cuànto, tanto, vamos, vamos
GAZI Gang NY (Gang)
Cuànto, tanto, vamos, vamos
Strong arm, Popeye
[Chorus: A.Chal]
Cuànto, tanto, vamos, vamos
Cuànto, tanto, vamos, vamos
Spillin’ Cuervo on the Pyrex
Won’t see me mańana, I’m thinking Montana

Come to them, I let it fly (bitch)
[Verse 2: A$AP Nast]
Ayy, ayy, wey, qué
Ayy, ayy, wey, qué
Yo soy una estrella, tu eres palomo
Ayy, ayy, wey, qué

Charlie Puth – Change (feat. James Taylor)

What a waste, another day
What a waste it would be if we hurt for nothing?
Get close to each other?
[Bridge: Charlie Puth]

If loving one another’s wrong
The day we know we’re all the same

[Intro: Charlie Puth]
Isn’t love, all that we got?
Then how are we supposed to
[Verse 1: James Taylor, Both]

Then how are we supposed to
If loving one another’s wrong
Then how are we supposed to
Get close to each other?
I know we could break apart
[Chorus: Charlie Puth]

The day we know we’re all the same
Why can’t we just get along?
Together we can make that change
Get close to each other?
If loving one another’s wrong
What a waste it would be to deny somebody
Get close to yeah
But I know that the world can change
Not today
We gotta make that change, yeah
We don’t have to go that way
We gotta make that change, yeah
Got a father and mother?
Why are we looking down
And not enough love to go around

Why can’t we just get along?
The change, yeah
On our sisters and brothers?
Another good one dying
We gotta make that change, yeah
Why can’t we just get along?
Why can’t we just get along?
[Chorus: Charlie Puth]
But I know that the world will change
Look around there are too many of us crying
If loving one another’s wrong
Of a chance to be theirselves
Then how are we supposed to
Don’t we know everyone’s
[Verse 2: James Taylor, Charlie Puth, Both]

The day we know we’re all the same
[Chorus: Charlie Puth]
[Outro: Charlie Puth]
Why can’t we just get along?

DJ Esco – Code Of Honor (feat. Future & Schoolboy Q)

The bigger the ass, the bigger the purse
My life is like a movie
When he told me I gotta work overtime today, knowin’ I’m goin’ to my boy’s barbeque
I see youngin’ loaded, dodgin’ penitentiary (penitentiary, woo)
Nigga, we servin’ (servin’, yeah), send you a car (send you a car)
(Snatch up a Phantom) Who ready to snatch up a Phantom?
Uh, yeah
Take trips you’d never’d imagined (‘magined)
I see stars in ceilings, I see scars on villains (scars on villains)
Don’t you fuck around and sell your soul (Super, Super)
Rip it in half, jump in the ho, go (ho, go)

Tell me who do it like Groovy, nigga, my life is a movie
I stay representin’, highly recommended (recommended)
I wanna know if you’re ridin’ (ridin’)
I wanna know you the baddest (baddest)
Spark up your dodie, then you check your Rollie (check me out)

Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
I wanna know if you’re tatted (tatted)
I can walk on water, fly away (‘way, woo)
I see stars in ceilings, I see scars on villains (scars on villains)
I wanna know you the baddest (baddest)
Oh my God!
Tell me who do it like Groovy, nigga, my life is a movie
Lil’ niggas nothin’ but some feathers (nope, nothin’ but some feathers)
When I hit you with the truth, don’t you get offended (get offended)
[Chorus: Future]
Live by the code of honor (code of honor)
Golden plate medallions, golden plate medallions (plate medallions)
Tell me you been on the pineapple Fanta, stackin’ your cash (stackin’ your cash)
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
I wanna sack the baddest
Who ready to snatch up a Phantom? (Snatch up a Phantom)
This for the gang, oh
Take trips you’d never’d imagined (‘magined)
Get in the way, doin’ you first
Tell me who do it like Groovy, nigga, my life is a movie (movie, yeah)
Nigga, my bread Jumanji, more than your average, oh (average, oh)
Who really ready to do it?
Who said they’re ready to purchase?
Spark up your dodie, then you check your Rollie (check me out)
Don’t you slow me down, I’m on a roll (I’m on a roll)
I wanna know if you’re ridin’ (ridin’)
[Outro: ScHoolboy Q]
Doin’ the most, too many O’s
‘Cause in two months, I get my first raise
I ain’t got no feelings, I ain’t got no feelings (got no feelings, swear)
I can go to places it ain’t safe (safe, let’s go)
man, look here, I got places to go and people to see Bruh… shit…

Who said we’d never be gunnas?
Who said they’re ready to purchase?
I wanna know you the baddest (baddest)
Uh, yeah
I’m gone Keep that 30 cent raise!
This owner, Ali, always tryin’ me though
Wifin’ that bitch, you a foolie, nigga, that ho got the cooties (cooties, yeah)
I relocate where the stash at, hope you can imagine (check me out)
Rockin’ the best, go on the mound
Tell me you been in that bag, tell me you been in that Jag (been in that Jag)
Who said we’d never be gunnas?
Uh, yo
[Skit: DJ ESCO]
I knew this was gonna be my last day
I wanna know if you’re ridin’ (ridin’)
Who said we’d never be gunnas?
Rockin’ the face, I’m ready to go
[Verse 1: Future]
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
Man I swear I need my own show
[Chorus: Future]

I wanna know if you’re tatted (tatted)
Too many hoes, too many flows
I show out a bag, she move it around
Make a deposit (make a deposit), jump in the rocket (jump in the rocket)
[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
In a whip you’d never’d imagined (check me out)
In a whip you’d never’d imagined (check me out)
[Chorus: Future]
Live by the code of honor (code of honor)
Scatter of a K, go in the house
Check out the Rollie, wrist, swish, classic, oh (classic, oh)
Super

Creep on the low like assassins (‘sassins)
I’m proud of myself, this the longest I’ve ever kept a job
Live by the code of honor (code of honor)
Who ready to snatch up a Phantom?
Two in the car, have a ménage, double the blinds, woah (woah)
In a whip you’d never’d imagined (check me out)
I jump in the Porsche, put ped’ on the ground
I wanna know if you’re tatted (tatted)
I don’t care if it is workin’ at the gas station
Is that your Rollie, man, is that your Rollie?
You lil’ niggas nothin’ but some cowards
Take trips you’d never’d imagined (‘magined)
Too many options (too many options), so many options (so many options)
Nigga we poppin’ (poppin’, uh), coppin’ and swervin’ (swerve, swervin’)
I wanna sack the baddest
Who ready to set some standards? (Set some standards)
I wanna sack the baddest
[Intro: Future & DJ ESCO]
Money won’t fold, a million in rolls
Who said they’re ready to purchase?
Another day in my life, huh
Creep on the low like assassins (‘sassins)
They jump on the wave, I jump in the Ghost
Show me the mask, show me the work
DJ EscoMoeCity
At this point, I ain’t even got nothin’ to say
Spark up your dodie, then you check your Rollie (check me out)
Creep on the low like assassins (‘sassins)

James Bay – Pink Lemonade

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna talk to you
[Verse 1]
Do you wanna talk it through?" "Do you wanna talk?
And let’s remember all the words
Thinking of you
You
I’m just thinking of you
Thinking of you
I don’t wanna talk to you
Swear I ain’t got anything on my mind

I don’t know what I’m feeling
I’m just thinking of you
Swear I ain’t got anything on my mind
Lying in my bed with you naked
"Do you wanna talk? Do you wanna talk it through?"
Thinking of you
Do you wanna talk it through?" "Do you wanna talk?
I’m protected, I’m protected
Don’t ask me to repeat it
On my mind
On repeat, until we can’t take it

I don’t wanna talk to you

Thinking of you
Don’t ask me
I’ll only disappoint you, I’ll let you down
Thinking of you

Swear I ain’t got anything on my mind
That we think are gonna make our hearts break
Let me wake up heavy head
I wanna drink pink lemonade
Swear I ain’t got anything on my mind
[Bridge]
[Verse 2]
Don’t ask me
So don’t ask me
Thinking of you
Don’t go soundin’ the alarms
Don’t fall into my arms
[Outro]
I don’t wanna talk to you
"Do you wanna talk? Do you wanna talk it through?"
I’m just thinking of you

I don’t wanna talk to you
Don’t fall into my arms
Do you wanna talk it through?" "Do you wanna talk?
Swear I ain’t got anything on my mind

[Chorus]
Swear I ain’t got anything on my mind
I’m protected, ’cause I don’t wanna walk away
Don’t ask me
[Chorus]
Go put that song on, that you love

Don’t ask me

Watching movie trailers ’til it’s late
I’m protected, to what I don’t wanna have to say
"Do you wanna talk? Do you wanna talk it through?"

Don’t suffocate my heart
When all I do is want you
Thinking of you
Thinking of you
I don’t wanna talk to you
I’m protected, I’m protected

Marshmello & Anne-Marie – Friends (R3HAB Remix)

You really ain’t going away without a fight
You’re not my lover, more like a brother
[Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Haven’t I made it clear?
[Refrain: Anne-Marie]
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
So don’t go look at me with that look in your eye
Haven’t I made it obvious?
Haven’t I made it clear?
Turning up at my door
Don’t mess it up, talking that shit

F-R-I-E-N-D-S
I’ve told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times
Ooooh-oh, ooooh-woh
Haven’t I made it obvious? (Haven’t I made it?)

Only gonna push me away, that’s it!
Want me to spell it out for you?
[Pre-Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Here we go again
You can’t be reasoned with, I’m done being polite
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
You looking insane Have you got no shame?
[Refrain: Anne-Marie]
Here we go again
Want me to spell it out for you?
[Verse 1: Anne-Marie]

F-R-I-E-N-D-S
Haven’t I made it obvious?

You really ain’t going away without a fight
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
We’re nothing more than friends

You say you love me, I say you crazy
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
[Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Haven’t we been here before?

It’s two in the morning, the rain is pouring
You looking insane Have you got no shame?
Only gonna push me away, that’s it!
You can’t be reasoned with, I’m done being polite
Haven’t I made it obvious?
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
[Intro: Anne-Marie]
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
[Pre-Chorus: Anne-Marie]
[Drop]
[Verse 2: Anne-Marie]

Don’t go look at me with that look in your eye
Want me to spell it out for you?

I’ve told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times
Want me to spell it out for you?
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
[Drop]
F-R-I-E-N-D-S

Haven’t I made it clear?
Ooooh-oh, ooooh-woh
I known you since we were like ten, yeah
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
When you say you love me, that make me crazy
(Haven’t I made it clear?) Haven’t I made it clear?
Don’t mess it up, talking that shit
F-R-I-E-N-D-S

Maxo Kream – Go (feat. D. Flowers)

Niggas been tellin’ since elementary, I ain’t fuck with no snitches
Get the job done, gotta problem, then they killin’ em
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Some real killers, some drug dealers

Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
I fucked that bitch and I blocked her ’cause she always up in my business
I should’ve been in Olympics, the way I be jumpin’ them fences
Lil nigga 13, got the older niggas plottin’ on ’em
I hit a lick on a sucka, you should’ve known something was fishy
On some "Bad Boys" Will Smith shit, I’m on a mission
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Hide and go get it I was hunching for bitches
Got crash dummies, they blast with me
Got Crip niggas (cuh-rip), got Blood niggas (suuwuu)
They’ll stash for me, they’ll crash for me
My shooters so young, they was born in the millennium
Some real killers, some drug dealers
Fuck the police when they hit the block, we gon’ run for them bitches
Got young niggas, young dumb niggas
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Wrinkled ass tee, even though he got the iron on ’em
Serve raw indo, 20 deep at the Citgo
I took out that molar like a dentist, now I got her up in her feelings

Don’t even post a picture with no money, we comin’ to get it
Rob, rob, kick door, pray to god that this lick go
Got crash dummies, they blast with me
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga

Got young niggas, young dumb niggas
Got Crip niggas (cuh-rip), got Blood niggas (suuwuu)
[Chorus: Maxo Kream]
They’ll stash for me, they’ll crash for me
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Stealin’ from teachers, shootin’ dice behind the bleachers
Some real killers, some drug dealers
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Heard about when I was thuggin’, Maxo see inside the streets
We the young niggas in the trenches that big brother just mentioned
Got crash dummies, they blast with me
When it come to the beef and the choppa make a nigga Turner like Timmy
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
[Verse 1: Maxo Kream]
[Verse 2: D Flowers]
Bad as hell, on suspension, but thuggin’ in the trenches
Hoppin’ out of stolos, uppin’ sticks like pogos
Tre pound and .44s, Algebra, he don’t know though
My young niggas tote extentions, still need they mama permission
They hoppin’ in my clicque, inheritin’ my beef
Some real killers, some drug dealers
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
They’ll stash for me, they’ll crash for me
Got Crip niggas (cuh-rip), got Blood niggas (suuwuu)
[Chorus: Maxo Kream]
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got Crip niggas (cuh-rip), got Blood niggas (suuwuu)
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got young niggas, young dumb niggas
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got crash dummies, they blast with me
Got young niggas, young dumb niggas
They’ll stash for me, they’ll crash for me
Fuck a detention, I rather fuck with suspension

Rae Sremmurd – Powerglide (At SXSW) (Live)

Hold up, I’ma go and spend those hundreds though (hol’ up)
If she bad, I put a pinky ring on, snow globe
Oh, big ballin’ like Mutombo
Kush residue on my jeans, I blow hella dope
Prototype cars, not a Jaguar (skrrt)
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t wanna roll it
R.I.P. Lil Peep, I gotta slow down on them Xans (hey)

Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t wanna roll it
Couple cases of Rosé, came out to me with the sparkles
And I don’t care if she take all of mine
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside
[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t wanna roll it
[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
[Verse 4: Juicy J]
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the pole
Toasted up, nah, I ain’t hostin’ What’s in ya’ mug?
Put that shit on camera (hey), she squirted on the lens (hey)
Rollie on my chain, Flava Flav with the steez, ho
Unintentional flexin’, tryna send out a message

I don’t fuck with holmes ’cause they with some slow-pokes (lame)
V12 helped me get up out the jam, trunk full of slam
Fuck with dancers and models, shout out them girls who get dollars
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, nah, I ain’t hostin’

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
She was goin’ up and down like yo-yo (down)
She wanna fuck, speak up, comin’ out her clothes (clothes)

Oh, I hear you like fast cash (fast cash)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the pole
With no shame, flips that ass like heads or tails (tails)
Can I hit that ass like a bullseye? (Hit)
And them classic Reeboks, whiter than snow
She want a real nigga, dawg, you ain’t hood enough
Bring her friend, if she with it, on the pole, y’all can split it
Fuck an interview, she know the answer (answer)
Got too many girls to let one of them go (oh)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the pole
My feet higher than a motherfucker
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Give these niggas with some money some room
In the game, posted up (up), puttin’ numbers up (up)
Like it ain’t shit but a dollar sign
Bitch, run me that check first, I don’t wanna fuck (yeah)
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside
Pass around the pre-rolls
I was slidin’ in the Lamb’ with the powerglide
I’ve been workin’, so I cash in
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, money on monsoon, baby girl, full moon (ayy)
Mally Mall
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t wanna roll it
[Intro: Swae Lee & Juicy J]
She like to do a lot of snow, I told that bitch to come and ski

She wanna fuck, speak up, comin’ out her clothes (clothes)
Ear Drummers
Toasted up, nah, I ain’t hostin’ What’s in ya’ mug?
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
She wanna fuck, speak up, comin’ out her clothes (clothes)
Duck sauce on my feet, ho
I was slidin’ in the Lamb’ with the powerglide
I was slidin’ in the Lamb’ with the powerglide
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the pole
Then she told me put it on her chinny chin-chin (hey)
They say it’s cuffin’ season, baby, you ain’t good enough (nope)
Like it ain’t shit but a dollar sign
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside
I pour up for all the girls, but I’ma drink out the bottles
20K in AOD and it’s just me and my kinfolk
Pocket full of nothin’ but them Benjy Franklins
And I don’t care if she take all of mine
Shawty bad, she can get it, she can swallow, she can spit it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Diamonds unthawed, comin’ in froze (froze)
She gon’ suck like a bloodsucker (woo)
Me and my niggas closer than in-laws (than in-laws)
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside

Like it ain’t shit but a dollar sign
She got that million dollar pussy, but I get it for the free
Money walk with the extra, shake that ass wit’ ya bestie
Mike WiLL Made-It
And a nigga be dressin’, walkin’ ’round, Gucci steppin’
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
I was slidin’ in the Lamb’ with the powerglide
And I don’t care if she take all of mine

She said, "I only wanna dance for you" (dance)
Just had a ménage (hey), back seat of my Benz (hey)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the pole
Seein’ stars in the rental, got your broad in the rental
Toasted up, nah, I ain’t hostin’ What’s in ya’ mug?
Might just leave with me tonight, but that don’t mean she a freak ho
And she finer than a motherlover (lover)
And I don’t care if she take all of mine
I don’t care if she had a man, so? (Man)
Yeah, ho
We have no mercy for you, no (no)
Much cooler than the cool kids, woah
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t wanna roll it
She don’t stop, batteries not included
Tryna send a girl to college, I ain’t coppin’ no free show
(Do this, yeah) Can you believe every night we do this?
Say her birthday late July, yeah, that means she a Leo
Toasted up, nah, I ain’t hostin’ What’s in ya’ mug?
I’ma have that pussy on lock like po-po (yeah)
Pedicure gang, get your fingernails did
In the bed or the Lamb’ (or the Lamb’)
Baby, you know I got the hots for you (I’ve got the hots)
When I make a purchase, I can’t wait to show-ow-boat (oh)
You can say I’m greedy ’cause I always want more (more)
[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
She wanna fuck, speak up, comin’ out her clothes (clothes)
Shawty came from the bottom, yeah, shout out Keisha Bottoms
Like it ain’t shit but a dollar sign
Got your bitch suckin’ dick on the ‘Gram (on the ‘Gram)
She wanna fuck, speak up, comin’ out her clothes (clothes)
I was slidin’ in the Lamb’ with the powerglide
And I don’t care if she take all of mine
Like it ain’t shit but a dollar sign

Rejjie Snow – Egyptian Luvr (feat. Aminé, Dana Williams & Kaytranada)

The past, the past, the past, the past
I break the beat and I scratch it
‘Cause tonight might be your last
[Verse 1: Rejjie Snow]
I want you to stay forever
[Verse 2: Aminé]
And my life’s on charge New phone, who’s this?
Blackest skin, disfigure my crimes
The past, the past, the past, the past

Like there’s no tomorrow
I was on abra, she was cadabring
[Refrain: Dana Williams, Rejjie Snow & Aminé]

[Verse 3: Rejjie Snow]
Love
Pink and white, them panties matching
[Chorus: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
That’s fucked up but a lot of things are
Straight to my mattress, I was on smashing
[Intro: Rejjie Snow]
I can’t pray so Lord, please forgive me, so
But if you think we got problems then baby, watch Maury"
The past, the past, the past, the past
In Hollywood but I never see stars

[Chorus: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
[Chorus: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
Woo, fuck checks, see the necklace
Pink like pussy, extra pushy

Like there’s no tomorrow
Credit cards and losing my mind
Walked in, Off-White, all pink, okay
Just let go of sorrow
All I see is fake love, insecurities
Yeah, that’s why you gotta smell the roses
Putting in effort for the effort, it’s too effortless
So stay up till sunrise
[Chorus: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
Go anywhere for ya, that’s love
‘Cause tonight might be your last
Leave it in the past

Leave it in the past
I can’t cry for those who ain’t with me
But baby always wanna bring up shit from the past
Just let go of sorrow
Hands up off me, she’s so lovely
Ain’t no love, I’m still banging that Whitney
My appetite, I lost appetite
Leave it in the past
Belly of the beast, when I walk in the streets
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Gold hit her lips every time that I’m hitting it
[Bridge: Dana Williams, Aminé & Rejjie Snow]

Say you single all of my life
The past, the past, the past, the past
She be like handsome, she be like dancing
Why love when it’s free and it does no harm?
It’s paradise, we in paradise

Leave it in the past
No free smoke when your bae is gone
So extra bright, it’s so extra bright, so
I want you to stay forever
Leave it in the past
Extra white, she’s so extra white
And if you’re still tripping, that’s drugs
[Refrain: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
The past, the past, the past, the past
Whoa-oh, our options are limitless
This is 1971
So stay up till sunrise
I want you to stay forever
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past
I crave that brain and that flesh
Breakdance and boogie, my love
Two months, seven days, oh, when you first came
Fame and fortune, all those habits

Leave it in the past
I want you to stay forever
Ring, ring, I’m tryna get my old thing back
The past, the past, the past, the past
The past, the past, the past, the past
Love

Say you wrap the plastic in white
Leave it in the past
We parted ways like she cheated with Moses
Leave it in the past
Huh, I told her "Baby, I’m sorry
Two shows, pay rent, get a girl, get a job
Leave it in the past
Might even kill for ya, that’s love
Do anything for ya, that’s love
Piece-by-piece, they stitched me
Cups of tea and gums that bleed red

Wipe the tears from your eyes

Eric Bellinger – Yikes (Tory Lanez Diss)

I see on a daily nigga, you don’t know how bad it is
First time you stole my shit, I nevermind it, wasn’t stressin
You should prolly just chill, bro

The shoe fit so I put a outfit on that match it perfect
You gon’ have to do more than just say it
You should stay the fuck out my way
Don’t back paddle from the smoke ’cause I’ll bring it that’s true shit
Your temperature, I’ma check that, nigga
Stole a vibe from Trey Songz, took a flow from K-Dot
Yo’ only talent is mimicking anyone that’s talented
Like any artist with my craft, I work hard
It’s war time, best believe we ain’t on no truce shit

Got some more, got some more shit to say
It’s Eazy
Bury you where you stand
[Verse 3]

Next time you in the city of angels keep that same energy, nigga
Hol’ up, hol’ up
I thought you would understand but you was focused on the car
Yikes

It’s all bad for you, I’m sympathetic
April 6th, April 6th
Released a couple singles to your fans, you was red hot
I could take the credit for a lot of niggas’ style
Every other rap verse suckin’ on that Drake dick
[Chorus]
‘Cause that bum ass album you got could be yo’ life
Give ’em what they demand
I’m down for gettin’ dirty, boy, I came from the trenches

Surely had a change of heart the day after your album dropped
This that hesitation before that Harden step back, nigga
As I recall, I been that nigga
With stains on your shirt, screamin’ out "It hurt"
(I don’t give a fuck, stole from all you niggas)
And that Eazy Call on the way
You split up your checks like 150 ways
You should stay the fuck out my way
Said that Eazy Call on the way
Memories don’t die but I can’t say the same for you
If it weren’t for Interscope, yo’ records wouldn’t be playin
Have some of your old friends become new foes
While I’m just signed to myself like JAY-Z
We live in a day and age where they don’t know what talent is
Get the fuck out my lane
Kinda sound like Fetty Wap
And this gon’ be your favorite song
I been on a positive vibe but this I had to do
I put a couple grand on your head
When it come to disrespect, I don’t accept that, nigga
Fast forward second album, you still on that same shit
Too pussy to say my name but I heard the description
This shit was a Eazy Call, ain’t no need for hearses
Grammy talk, Grammy talk
[Intro]
You should stay the fuck out my way
This is the E-mix, this is the E-mix, yeah
You gettin’ bodied by a singin’ nigga
You don’t put no fear in me, nigga
Eazy Call on the way
You even stole the song you dissed me on, that shit pathetic
But I got my pub so I’m good for a while
You Wesley Johnson
Eazy Call on the way
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Hella plaques on the wall
For me the goons pull up packin’ pieces and kill things
(Are you stupid?)
Drop you like a bad connection, you know it’s the real thing
(To be honest with you, I take from a lot of musicians)
I don’t know a person that could make it through the challenges
Dammit, Tory, when will it stop?
Just chill, take a L
And that Eazy Call on the way
Before yo’ next move, think twice
That’s on Christ, it’s plenty ways it could go
Get the fuck out my lane
[Verse 2]
Get the fuck out my lane
Eazy Call, Eazy Call on the way, on the way
[Verse 1]
What kinda nigga is proud to copy another man?
Eazy Call on the way
First you hear that yak yak then after that skrt skrt
Second time you did it, okay now this needs addressing

ASAP Rocky – Bad Company (feat. Blocboy JB)

Mad cow disease, now you in a ton of beef
I—ice on my neck and it’s froze, Santa’s reindeer
Had a bachelors degree, PhD while sellin’ speed
Paranoia got me rollin’ up my sleeves, okay
They don’t want no problems with me Why—why these niggas playin’ games?
Fruity pebble bezel, Wilma, Betty, Fred, and Barney
Pin the drop, uh Nigga, where you at?

Bad company’s bad for your company
If you still frontin’ when I up it, I’mma squeeze

Actin’ brand new like I don’t see you when I do
Y—you got bad bitches, hella hoes, i—i—it’s the same here
Paranoia got me losin’ all my Z’s, all day
You—you—you can’t hang baby, we don’t want you ’round here
I got so much beef, I could barely sleep
Tha—tha—that nigga lookin’ at me, he owe me some money

Wrist game Lucky Charmy, told my jeweler Leprechaun me
[Verse 2: BlocBoy JB]
Bad company, that’s bad for your company
I’m above average

Flintstone bustdown, color Murakami
She put her feet on her teeth, bad bad bad bad bad
Ph—ph—pho—pho—phone ringin’ so you know the trap jumpin’
When I say I got beef, they don’t want no beef
Um, I get the feeling that you’re admired, but, um
If he said he wants smoke, they don’t want no steam
Bad company, that’s bad for your company
Whole team got V’s on they tees, all day
G—g—g—gettin’ money so the bottles keep on comin’
My new map location be the block on the app
Black Mac tucked underneath my new blue dungarees
I need money and company, nah nah
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & BlocBoy JB]
Bad company’s bad for your company
You bad company, lil’ bro, you can’t hang here

Good lord, momma prayin’ on her knees, all day
I got so much beef, I could barely sleep
People think you’re stuck up, but we’re all super good friends
Bad bitch from outta town, I think she model Abercrombie
It’s only natural, I suppose, but we’re all super good friends
Who them folks? You too close, give me room Who want smoke?
[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
They move wrong, so I shot them bitches
Bad bitches, I don’t even know the company, hahahaha
Dark shades, too much smoke, I could barely see the fumes

Might have hit a bad stain, they say that someone top was missin’
Fix the face then fix the weave, now workin’ on her self-esteem
Niggas hatin’ cause I’m uppin’ up the fees
Paranoia got me losin’ all my Z’s, all day
[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]

[Outro: A$AP Rocky]
Good lord, momma prayin’ on her knees, all day
[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Got the Mac and the ski mask in case you come for me
My shooters got good aim, you know I brought them shottas with me
Mac and the ski mask in case you come for me
Hit ’em with the Tommy, now that nigga crumpin’
When they say they got beef, they don’t wanna eat
Them niggas were opposition
I’mma come clean, I got hella beef
Hit up Bloc, yo’ this Flock
I’m above average
Funny folks, play it close, do the most, don’t they?
[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
If you still frontin’ when I up it, I’mma squeeze

Alanis Morissette – You Oughta Know (Video Version)

I’m not quite as well, I thought you should know
[Chorus: Alanis Morissette]
How quickly I was replaced
I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner
Does she speak eloquently
Well, can you feel it?
You, you, you oughta know
Did you forget about me, Mr. Duplicity?
But it was a slap in the face
Wasn’t able to make it enough for you
Of the mess you left when you went away
[Pre-Chorus: Alanis Morissette]
It’s not fair, to deny me

And are you thinking of me when you fuck her?
Is she perverted like me?
Wasn’t able to make it enough for you
Down someone else’s back I hope you feel it
To be open wide, no
‘Til you died, but you’re still alive
Cause the love that you gave that we made
Would she go down on you in a theater?
I’m sure she’d make a really excellent mother
I want you to know, that I am happy for you
You’d hold me until you died
You, you, you oughta know
‘Til you died, but you’re still alive

[Chorus: Alanis Morissette]
An older version of me
Why I’m here, to remind you
[Verse 1: Alanis Morissette]
As soon as you close your eyes, and you know it
And every time you speak her name
And every time I scratch my nails
Cause the love that you gave that we made
[Chorus: Alanis Morissette]
It’s not fair, to deny me
You, you, you oughta know

And I’m here, to remind you
And I’m here, to remind you
That was me and I’m not gonna fade
Does she know how you told me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You seem very well, things look peaceful

You, you, you oughta know
[Verse 3: Alanis Morissette]
[Verse 2: Alanis Morissette]
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
Of the mess you left when you went away
Cause the joke that you laid in the bed
It’s not fair, to deny me
Of the mess you left when you went away

And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me
I wish nothing but the best for you both
To be open wide, no

You’d hold me until you died
Of the mess you left when you went away
And I’m here, to remind you
It’s not fair, to deny me

And would she have your baby?
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
[Pre-Chorus: Alanis Morissette]

K Camp – Racks Like This (feat. Moneybagg Yo)

Fucked her one time at the Westin (one time)
[Hook]
I’m back on this (Ah! Ah !), you ain’t got no flavor back up bitch
(Ah !) I know ya nigga ain’t talking bout shit
Ah !), you ain’t got no flavor back up bitch I’m back on this (Ah!
Drop top whip just crawlin
20 racks on me, might hit Phipps
I’m back on this, right now I just feel like fuck that bitch (You think you deserve it)
Let’s go, let’s go) But with racks like this (Racks !), she wouldn’t wanna turn her back on this (Yo!

Look at these diamonds they shine, look at my bitch she fine
Ten racks get ya ass sweeped (Ten racks)
[Verse 2]
[Outro]
I know his crib ain’t talking bout shit
Ca$h Clay…

Brand new beam with a few more clips
(Ah !) I know his whip ain’t talking bout shit
Can’t go out sad about a hoe (Oh no)
When I know the bitch ain’t mine
Racks on me no wallet, please catch her she fallin
You think you deserve a second chance (you think you deserve it)
[Verse 1]
Threw ten racks on a freak (Ten racks)
Yeah, bands on bands (Racks!)
I know his team ain’t talking bout shit
Bitch gotta know it ain’t sweet
But with racks like this (Racks !), she wouldn’t wanna turn her back on this (Yo! Let’s go, let’s go)
Yo!
I’m back on this, right now I just feel like fuck that bitch (I think she deserves it)
Rare Sound

I’m back on this, you ain’t got no flavor back up bitch
Stacked up the racks real neat (Ten racks)
Whoo whoo !) With racks like this (Let’s go), she wouldn’t wanna turn her back on this (Ahah!
[Hook]
[Hook]
She wouldn’t wanna turn her back on this, Ahah…
Bitch I got more money than your man (Imma flex on purpose)
I’m back on this, right now I just feel like fuck that bitch (I think she deserves it)

(Ah !) I know his bank ain’t talking bout shit
But with racks like this, she wouldn’t wanna turn her back on this (Yo !)
Fucked her one time in the suite (one time)
With racks like this (Rare Sound), she wouldn’t wanna turn her back on this (Don’t think you deserve it)
With racks like this, she wouldn’t wanna turn her back on this (Ahah !)

Rare Sound
But what
Drop top whip just flexin
Bitch stop playin

[Intro]
Been countin up all week (all week)

Alison Wonderland – High (feat. Trippie Redd)

Baby, get high with me, lil’ baby
Come and get high
Would you fight for me, lil’ baby?
Come on, come ride with me, babe
Come and get high with me, my love
Come and ride for me, lil’ baby

Come and get high with me, lil’ baby
Yeah, come and get high with me, my love
Come and catch a vibe with me, lil’ baby

Come and get high with me, my love
Come and catch a…
Yeah, get high with me, lil’ baby
Yeah, it’s getting hard to breathe, lil’ baby
Come and catch a…
[Verse]
Come and get high with me, my love, ooh
Yeah, your soul for me to reap, lil’ baby
Come and get high with me
I just wanna know (ooh, ay, uh)
Come and get high with me
Come and get high with me, lil’ baby
Put your feelings to the side with me, lil’ baby
Feelings to the side with me, lil’ baby (yeah)
Swear this love is all you need, lil’ baby
Yeah, it’s getting high to me, lil’ baby (yeah)
[Drop]
Woah, get high
That’s my baby, she’s so fly with me, lil’ baby
Would you die for me, lil’ baby?
Come and get high with me
Come and catch a vibe with me
Ay, get high with me, my love
Shawty, are you ride or die for me, babe?
She’s my soul to keep, lil’ baby
Roll up, get high with me, babe