Snow Patrol – Don’t Give In

See through the eyes that are trained on me now
[Verse 1]
I know, I know

It’ll fuck up your mind, it’ll fuck up your mind
Give all that you got on the soul
It won’t be lost forever
Just follow your instinct
[Bridge]
Yes there’s a lot we can

Don’t give in
Don’t give in
Don’t you dare quit so easy
This is your grace
Don’t give in
And it’s in your making
I know, I know
This is your grace
Like an old lesson learned
[Chorus]
I know, I know
More in your own flight
Don’t say that you want it forever
Don’t say that you want it forever
Only you know what it, what it is to see through
Don’t you dare quit so easy
Give all that you got on the soul
I can, I can only tell you how it, how it looks from here

‘Cause it’s, it’s no longer working

[Chorus]
Don’t give in
It won’t be lost forever
Don’t say that you want it forever
I loved you more

Don’t you dare quit so easy
Give all that you got on the soul
Give all that you got on the soul
[Verse 2]

I know, I know
Don’t fall on your sword
Don’t say that you want it forever
We can learn from this loss
I know, I know
Give all that you got on the soul
Don’t give in
Don’t fall in love with the, with the way things were
So it ain’t the same
[Chorus]
Learn not to let it fall around our ears
Don’t you dare quit so easy
Don’t you dare quit so easy
Like an old lesson learned
[Chorus]
And I don’t know why, and I don’t know why
Don’t you dare quit so easy
For this is all on the wings of others
It’s in your blood
So don’t hold your tongue
Don’t give in
Give all that you got on the soul
I think you made up your mind
Don’t say that you want it forever
And I don’t know why, and I don’t know why
Don’t say that you want it forever
I think you made up your mind
I know, I know

Jesse McCartney – Better With You

[Verse 1]
[Chorus]
For every day there is a darker night

You showed me the best
But I know I’m better with you
Been there from the start, no matter how hard
When there was nothing left

[Chorus]
When there was nothing left
But I know I’m better with you
But I know I’m better with you
But I know I’m better with you
[Chorus]
I was a wreck when you came along

Whatever piece is missing, you know how to fix it
Whenever I start slipping, you make all the difference
I was a wreck when you came along
When there was nothing left
Don’t know just why you do
Don’t know just why you do
But I know I’m better with you
But I know it’s better with you
And I don’t know what to do
[Verse 2]

But I know I’m better with you
I know it’s ugly turning on the news
Sometimes this life doesn’t treat us right

And I don’t know what to do
But I know I’m better with you
For every life there is a silent cry
You showed me the best
Sometimes it’s like there’s nothing left to lose
[Bridge]
I’m still a mess but you hold on
I’m still a mess but you hold on
But I know I’m better with you
There’s people fighting over point of view
But I know I’m better with you
You showed me the best
I was a wreck when you came along
I’m still a mess but you hold on
But I know it’s better with you
Wherever you are, it’s never as dark
But I know I’m better with you
Don’t know just why you do

Rich Homie Quan – 34

Never had nothing growin’ up (nah)
You work at Lids, puttin’ shit on your kids, go’n with all that cappin’ (talk your shit, Rich Homie)
Sixteen years old, drinkin’ liquor (what?)
Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four
[Intro]
We been gettin’ it, we been goin’ hard, boy, I gotta have it
Smokin’ two for fives of the mid (woo)
[Chorus]
We were growin’ up, fightin’ when we were kids (yeah)
Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four

You can’t tell a nigga like me shit (nah)
[Chorus]
You know I hate to talk about this shit (I do)
We been gettin’ it, we been goin’ hard, boy, I gotta have it
Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it’s automatic
Trap is bunkin’ and we makin’ money, see that open door
[Chorus]
And you know I got my license for this bitch (Rich Homie, baby)
I was Holyfield, hustlin’ in the trap (truth)

Till I stayed down and start rappin’ (I stayed down, nigga)
They was Mike Tyson, bitin’ on the kid (ayy, Mike)
Tried to rob me, you got killed, now was it worth it? (fa-fa-fa-fa)
Stripper fame, tryin’ to see who gettin’ it (ha)
Neighbor trippin’, way too many cars, we got too much traffic
And when I get it, I’ma keep my windows rolled up on purpose (ayy, ayy)
Load the ten and walked up out the bitch (ten)
Trap is bunkin’ and we makin’ money, see that open door
Remember some nights where we ain’t eat? (ayy)
I remember tryin’ to get rich (hey)
You work at Lids, puttin’ shit on your kids, go’n with all that cappin’
Might buy that Maybach, I grew up without no curtains (might buy that six-three, nigga)
Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
We been gettin’ it, we been goin’ hard, boy, I gotta have it
I ain’t never ever touched a beer (ha)
I ain’t have it all when I was little (nope)
I was so broke, I needed fix (yup)
Neighbor trippin’, way too many cars, we got too much traffic
Where were you when I was on my dick? (woo)
Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it’s automatic
Pulled up in that Benz, I hopped out perfect (I hopped out clean)
Trap is bunkin’ and we makin’ money, see that open door
Then I turned my dreams into reality (that right too), I rode that
30, you a fool for this one
Nigga, don’t be surprised when I get it (ayy)

Neighbor trippin’, way too many cars, we got too much traffic
Pants saggin’, bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Reminiscin’ ’bout me growin’ up
Walkin’ around with that thang on me
Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it’s automatic
I ain’t never ever touch a mill’ (never)
Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four
Pants saggin’, bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
[Verse 2]
Pants saggin’, bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
You work at Lids, puttin’ shit on your kids, go’n with all that cappin’

[Verse 1]

WSTRN – Love Struck (feat. Tiwa Savage & Mr Eazi)

[Hook – Mr Eazi]
Special lady
As soon as you came through
It was all love struck
Go down down
Oh nana, watch me whine pon d floor now now
[Intro]
[Hook – Mr Eazi]

They couldn’t be your baby oh

[Hook – Mr Eazi]
[Pre Chorus – Tiwa Savage]
My one and only

Ma lo gere, je ka jo, jaiye
[Chorus – Haile]
You was all love struck

Mummy, daddy, which kind voodoo wey she do me
I’m sure down
Ma special
Yeah yeah, baby tell dem make dem bone story
I say oh na na
You can see them lovestruck

She dey go down like economy
Go down down
Soon as I come through

Ma Special lady
If you saw the look in everyone’s face
And I wanna change for you
She dey go down like economy

Go down down
Ma special
Betta slow down

You’re on the wild wild west for the weekend
We killing it on the low now now (yeah)
I let you admire
[Hook – Mr Eazi] (x2)
Do anything for you
That’s my bitch
Chidi, go down, abegi take it easy
[Pre Chorus]
Bending over who you texting
Mummy, daddy, which kind voodoo wey she do me
They couldn’t be your baby oh
Down like a lady do
She dey go down like economy
She dey go down like economy
This our love e sweet e pass honey

Couldn’t take their eyes off you
Lovestruck
Mummy, daddy, which kind voodoo wey she do me
[Chorus]

That’s my best friend
Ma special
[Pre Chorus – Haile]
She dey go down like economy
[Chorus]
In my zone yeah yeah yeah
Ain’t no point in teasing
See the look on everyone’s face, they all want me
Ma special lady
Go down down
G’s in the evening and in the night
She’s in a limo
Couldn’t take their eyes off you
Zaga dat
You can see them lovestruck
Tiwa Sa Vage
So sexy senorita, don’t wanna c’est la vie her
She dey go down
She dey go down like economy
Chargie my rider
I just wanna see ya
Me and you are making history
Put your phone down
Oh why, that you apply fire
Down like a lady do
She dey go down like economy

Couldn’t take their eyes off you
They couldn’t be your baby oh
Go down down
Dem ah watch you

They couldn’t be your baby oh
They was all love struck

You can see them lovestruck
Down like a lady do
I wouldn’t change you
Down like a lady do
They know they ain’t you
Mummy, daddy, which kind voodoo wey she do me

[Verse Three – Louis]
Now we homebound
Couldn’t take their eyes off you
[Verse One – Haile]
Go down down
Ting, let me take the next thing
She dey go down like economy

Mummy sexting sexting
[Verse Two – Tiwa Savage]
But you know that now you’re uptown
Down like a lady do

You be gleaming up in the night
Down like a lady do
It was all love struck

George Ezra – Saviour (feat. First Aid Kit) (Lyric Video)

[Verse 2]
Is it saving you?
It’s a dark night

All of me is all for you
Take me back to that midnight moon
And what I’ve got to give is not enough
[Pre-Chorus]

Being your own saviour, saviour
All of me is all for you
It’s a dark night
All of me is all for you
And what I’ve got to give is not enough
Smoke was rising, trains flew by
Cradle me

[Verse 1]
[Chorus]
I saw the devil dance for you
All of me is all for you

But you’re on your own
[Instrumental-Bridge]
At that midnight moon
[Chorus]
It’s a dark night
That’s alright
Cradle me
Rocks and gravel build a road
It’s a dark night
[Pre-Chorus]
Crying out, Christ you’re bad
All of me is all for you
All of me is all for you
Time was young and you were mine
Take me back to that midnight moon

And what I’ve got to give is not enough
And what I’ve got to give is not enough
And what I’ve got to give is not enough

And what I’ve got to give is not enough
[Chorus]
It’s a dark night
At that midnight moon
[Chorus]
All of me is all for you
Take me back to that midnight moon

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s a dark night

Cradle me
At that midnight moon
And what I’ve got to give is not enough

Arin Ray – We Ain’t Homies (feat. YG)

I’m interested, what’s your motivation? (your motivation?)
Talking ’bout some old shit like you know me
Are you for real, real, real, real, real?
Stop that acting like you know me
Nigga we ain’t homies, no no
Stop that acting like you know me
Damn
Fuck the topic
Why you on it?

Talking ’bout my old bitch like you know me
You a non-fucking factor
Talking ’bout some old shit like you know me
Nigga you don’t know me
I mean for real, real, real, real, real
Nigga you don’t know me
Talking ’bout my old bitch like you know me
Wait See what’s the deal, deal, deal?
I ain’t even see you when shit was low
They don’t know me
Why you on it?
So, don’t you try to act like you really know
Eatin’ Ramen Noodles from the corner store
Nigga we ain’t homies, no no
I get a high living
Your Instagram got you feeling famous
Are you for real, real, real, real, real, real, real?
Hey, what’s the deal, deal, deal, deal?
Fuck the topic
They don’t know me
I get a high living

They don’t know me
You say you know me, but got no relation (got no relation)
Like you know me
I done past ya
[Chorus]
[Pre-Chorus]
Talking ’bout my old bitch like you know me
[Chorus]
I get a high living
You, you ain’t see how it all went down, down
You read about it
Could give a damn ’bout your confirmation
You don’t know me
Stop that acting like you know me

You don’t know me
[Post-Chorus]
[Chorus]
Damn
Talking ’bout my old friends like we homies
[Outro]
Why you on it?
Like you know me

You don’t know what I’m all about
Nigga we ain’t homies, no no
Fuck the topic

Where were you when we was broke?
[Verse 2]
See what’s the deal, deal, deal?

Nigga you don’t know me
I done came a long way since The X Factor, hey
Don’t run your mouth
Talking ’bout some old shit like you know me
[Verse 2]
Talking ’bout my old friends like we homies
Get my racks up

Talking ’bout my old friends like we homies
And you don’t know what you’re talking ’bout
You don’t know me
See you need to back up, back up
Like you know me
Give me space, I need to stack up

Gabriel Garzon-Montano – Fruitflies

We are oh so tired of walking

No, we can’t find the way back home
We can’t change the way the wind blows
How we bleat
Can’t find a way back home
No, we can’t find a way back home
Can’t find a way back home

But we can’t change the way the wind blows
Our cloudy coats, they gleam
Can’t find a way back home
A million pairs of feet getting weak
Can’t find a way back home
A million pairs of feet getting weak
We try so hard to fight it
But we can’t find the way back home
Like fruitflies in the breeze, ill at ease
And while we try to sleep forgotten dreams
Afraid to up and wander
They beg of us to count them
So we back and forth with the sheep
But we can’t find the way back home
No, we can’t find the way back home
Let the wolf get you while you’re alone
Can’t find a way back home
We are all so tired of walking

Smino – Wild Irish Roses

We saw Nefertiti, you won’t believe me
Wanna ride with me to get some more?
Mmm-mmm-mmm
You lookin’ mmm-mmm-mmm delectable
Second stop we done made
Pick a couple of Wild Irish Roses
Double booked if it’s cool, your friend can roll through
Like it’s a cheat code, I stick for the joy
Made arrangements for that edible
And I ain’t cold with geometry but you a cute mothafucka
Repetition
It ain’t no Backwoods on this side of town
Made arrangements for that edible
Oops, I mean Equinox
I dig in her earth deep, she quaking
I’m from juptir, baby get with an alien
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
Wanna ride with me to get some more?
Lil shawty got me standin’ at attention
Can’t find no Woods and it’s gettin’ late
Casa su casa, how’s yo Spanish?
You lookin’ mmm-mmm-mmm delectable
Yeah you rockin’ with me
She sayin’ it’s sweet, callin’ me chico
I might just pull over
My stones rolling but fuck it, you rockin’ with me
Somethin’ ’bout yah lil convo, you do somethin’ for me
It ain’t no Backwoods on this side of town
Got Gatorade on ice, lil boo, stay cool
Triangles, down, up, circle
Can’t find no Woods and it’s gettin’ late
Posted up like a lamp, come rub on a genie
Mmm-mmm-mmm
I’m seein’ 3D
You kick it off, home field advantage
Double booked if it’s cool, yo friend can roll through
I might just pull over
Pick a couple of Wild Irish Roses
Second stop we done made
Crazy, I popped a little somethin’
You kick it off, home field advantage
It ain’t no Backwoods on this side of town
Cuidado
Got Gatorade on ice, lil boo, stay cool
Wanna ride with me to get some more?
Pick a couple of Wild Irish Roses
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
I know you wish for forever, ever, you see me
This that two-a-days bench press
Casa su casa, how’s yo Spanish?
Smeezy F Baby and the F is for the Faneto
Equinox

DJ Esco – Walk Thru (feat. Nas & Future)

[Verse 2: Nas]
This the way I got a mil’, gotta walk you through a deal
Ain’t seen her in 25 years, she stole from niggas
I got 5 for 30, come and shop with me, what it is? (I used to post up on the hill)
Now it’s my empty kitchen, a pot and pan
This the way I got a mil’, gotta walk you through a deal
Yeah, I got a mil’, gotta walk you through a deal
Used to post up on the hill, this was before I made a mil’

That’s all she wrote
Maybe ’cause she cute they think she will not set them up
[Chorus: Future & Nas]

Call shots, ’bout to walk you through a drug deal
Gotta walk you through a deal
My dough was slackin’, I figured I’d stick with my best guys, best guys know me

I’m in a Dodge, pull up to his garage, pull out some dollars
Got that sturdy 30 clip, murder Queens rap
This the way I got a mil’, gotta walk you through a deal
I kept her in Louis tight jeans with gold zippers
[Pre-Chorus: Future & Nas]
Call shots, ’bout to walk you through a drug deal
[Chorus: Future & Nas]
Give him some bread from a bank envelope
Gotta walk you through a deal (walk with me)
All I buy is Jordans and weed
This the way I got a mil’
Everybody be sweatin’ her
[Pre-Chorus: Future]

Think the voice had him, extravagant, low hat

Call shots, ’bout to walk you through a drug deal (here we go)
Yeah, I got a mil’, gotta walk you through a deal
Everybody’s for self now, nobody helps out
Call shots, ’bout to walk you through a drug deal
‘Bout to walk you through a drug deal (here we go)
Picture in the priest on the wall where the D’s at
With my hood Miss America, other pretty women on her body in the area
I was standin’ in the field, had to get a hot mil’ (in the field)

Niggas put more trust in women when it comes to this hustle
I was standin’ in the field, had to get a hot mil’
Call shots, ’bout to walk you through a drug deal (way I got a mil’)
My ex said, "How this bitch take my whole nigga?"
[Chorus: Future & Nas]
Yeah, I got a mil’, gotta walk you through a deal (now I’m countin’ mils)
Fuck sufferin’, from pompous Republicans on puppet strings
Never talk on the phone or text, a hustler’s thing
Gotta walk you through a deal (walk with me)
Timberland, corduroy hat turned backwards
[Chorus: Future & Nas]
Used to post up on the hill, this was before I made a mil’ (she had to get it how she feel)
A bartender lookin’ better than a pole stripper

[Verse 3: Nas]
This the way I got a mil’
I called my man, I know he had it, told him, "Make somethin’ happen"
This the way I got a mil’, gotta walk you through a deal
[Intro: Future & Nas]
Summer time, S560, all I need
Call shots, ’bout to walk you through a drug deal (way I got a mil’)
ESCO and Esco
I got 5 for 30, come and shop with me, what it is?
33 for a brick, I only make three G’s, gotta save money
Intimidated by what I might accomplish, they jel’ now
Took me to meet him, the plug chose the restaurant
Then I could live my best life low-key
Yeah, I got a mil’, gotta walk you through a deal (uh)
It’s bigger than us all, please believe that
Call shots, ’bout to walk you through a drug deal (shout out to the hill)
Before I would become a king, I was a 40th Ave-r
I was standin’ in the field, had to get a hot mil’
She used to take a separate car from us to go pick up
I got 5 for 30, come and shop with me, what it is?
Used to post up on the hill, this was before I made a mil’
Re-up, I got visions of stackin’
City, yeah, yeah
Twin turbo charged Benz, don’t pull me over when I speed
I was standin’ in the field, had to get a hot mil’ (yeah)
Nobody ever knew my shorty was who found the plug
Came from standin’ in the field, I’ll moonwalk you through a deal
So I creep like TLC, Lisa Left Eye Lopez, yes Nascobar

Came from standin’ in the field, I’ll moonwalk you through a deal
Like they givin’ me a deal, like they lookin’ out for real
He won’t give me the plug’s math so I can talk to his man
That’s how I knew somethin’ was up, he was puttin’ his grand
Used to post up on the hill, this was before I made a mil’ (post up on the hill)
Call shots, ’bout to walk you through a drug deal
Came from standin’ in the field, I’ll moonwalk you through a deal (shout out to the hill)
Call shots, ’bout to walk you through a drug deal (here we go)
DJ ESCO, OG Esco, Future
[Outro: Nas]
‘Bout to walk through
This the way I got a mil’ (ESCO)
Matchin’ the ‘Lo jacket, no Sak’s Fifth Ave yet

‘Cause everybody thought my mind and muscle was enough
Esco, ‘out to walk you through a drug deal (here we go)
‘Bout to walk you through a drug deal (here we go)
I got 5 for 30, come and shop with me, what it is?

Gotta walk you through a deal

[Pre-Chorus: Future]
He gives me a laundry bag full of dope
[Verse 1: Nas]
The plug trusts me, he’s comfortable, he invites me to his house tomorrow
OG Esco, DJ ESCO, bumpin’ out your speaker, yeah you need that
Came from standin’ in the field, I’ll moonwalk you through a deal
On top of mine, that’s fine, he can do what he want
Call shots, ’bout to walk you through a drug deal (shout out to the hill)
The product, supply and demand, know who I am? Escobar
Got big, got bread, got far
DJ EscoMoeCity
Sagged down denim, women off [?] Adam
Breakfast at Tiffany’s, watches, rings, a couple chains
This the way I got a mil’ (ESCO)
[Pre-Chorus: Future & Nas]
Can’t even trust niggas that say they love you
They keep their connect to theirself, or they might tell me a number

MoneyBagg Yo – Rolls Royce

Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Champagne Papi, look alive
Bitch I’m riding Wraith (Wraith)
True story, yeah
That’s a Rolls Royce, not Rover

Your boo, with me too, she loose
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
I’m filled to the rim, that’s too much juice
Draco ridin’ shotgun, interior match the wood on it
When I smash call her a ho and pull out her extensions (ugh)
Bitch all in her feelings (what you do?)
I get them racks to come outside
Bitch I’m lit up (bitch I’m litty)
[Verse 2]
[Chorus]
Back on road, you know what I’m sayin’, like
You, won’t shake shit, V-Live
I’m the truth so hold your lies
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
I’m through, I just did a deuce
I flew, like I’m sick, G5
Them niggas on the other side trippin’, I was in your hood homie
Alphabets VVS’s shine like glitter (shine like glitter)
[Verse 1]
I’m the truth so hold your lies
I’m in the R-R (what is you riding?)
And if you talkin’ bout smoke, we gon’ blow that in your face
Stay woke, get up (get up, get up)
I’m on three drugs, I ain’t sober
Nigga you a Shih Tzu, I’m a big (bully), dog (grrr)
I flew, like I’m sick, G5
I bang the Five, that’s the Fen Ball, ayy
Like my IG I go live
Pick up, drop your bitch off, she wasn’t safe (aw)
Bleu Cheese Bagg, you dig, you know what I’m sayin’
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
You, won’t shake shit, V-Live
[Intro]
I get them racks to come outside
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Like my IG I go live

Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Closed casket, can’t kiss him (mwuah)
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy
Your boo, with me too, she loose
I’m in a trio (ayy why you say that?)
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Diss the gang, we on defense, you know that we blitzing (savage)
Mask on, October
Champagne Papi, look alive
Got my foot on they neck like a choker
I’m through, I just did a deuce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Ayy this how I’m livin’ and feeling, I’m talkin’ ’bout accurate shit
Twenty-five plus on my tooth (teeth)
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce

Moneybagg Myers with me (what he look like?)
Two years in and I’m still the hottest nigga (Bagg)
[Outro]

This shit over
[Chorus]
Reporting live from the 2 Heartless tour, what’s up

Hundred hundred I shoot
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy

Look at the star-stars (I’m outer space)
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
You would think that Bloc was coming through
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
He gon’ disappear like magic, know his loved ones gon’ miss him
See I’m flexing on you niggas, do some sit-ups (sit up, work out)
[Chorus]

Payroll Giovanni & Cardo – 5’s & 6’s

Lounging in plush cribs on the phone talkin biz
We got no time for bitches
Heroin and pills I done been there forreal
Benz got 2 mo’
Boy I’m use to this, no where to go head to toe in exclusive shit
Beamer 2 door
We got no time for niggas
We look like money but we got way mo’
We ridin’ around in 5’s and 6’s
I be crusin’ down the 7 in a 7
Laughin’ while the Rolex dancin’
D niggas ride foreign off of kilos and pounds
Valeted out front I’m at the bar gettin’ blowed
Only legit convos of course I ain’t a kid
I be ridin’ through the 6 in a 6
Nigga we was gettin’ truckloads as a teenager
In the foreign reminiscing about my days of rock swappin’
I honk when I ride pass scoopin’ cash
I ain’t new to this, been on the grind since a kid
We got no time niggas
[Chorus]
Jump in a 6 with a different color wrist
I be ridin’ up the 5 in a 5
Over priced jeans, granny say it’s foolishness (come on granny these balmains)
Ridin’ through the woods like I’m campin’

I ain’t worried ’bout you niggas, I’m in my own lane
We got no time for bitches
[Verse 1]
We got no time for bitches
Lookin’ at the world behind tint
We got no time for niggas
Lookin’ at the world behind tint
I only use premium when I get gas
Then my name got hot I had to switch lanes and chill
I be ridin’ up the 5 in a 5
Today is rose gold with a rose gold kit

Like the diamond link I’m rocking
We got no time niggas
We ridin’ around in 5’s and 6’s
We ridin’ around in 5’s in 6’s
If a fiend ain’t have 10 dollars they was complainin’ bout the size of the rock, a nigga came a long way
[Ab-Lib]

This the same way my idols put it down
Iced up look at what the yay paid fo’

Sippin’ on Patron with this bad bitch
But I’m just tryna make my way to my palace
I be ridin’ through the 6 in a 6
We got no time for bitches
I’m just gettin it in while I’m stayin’ out the way
New Benz S-Class, leather with the wood dash, tinted glass
You ain’t in the mix, you ain’t never seen paper
We ridin’ around in 5’s in 6’s
[Verse 2]
I be crusin’ down the 7 in a 7
[Chorus]

Smokepurpp & Murda Beatz – Do Not Disturb (feat. Lil Yachty & Offset)

For the nights and we fuckin’ them thots (for the nights)
I keep the du-du-du strapped at my crotch (du-du-du)
In the spot with a strap ’cause security didn’t frisk me (boom boom boom)
Off an addy, go cop a robot (off an addy)
Rollie on my wrist, it’s a bust down (splash)
That shit on do not disturb (brr)
[Verse 3: Offset]
That shit on do not disturb (yeah)
Sippin’ the mud, live on the cloud (woo)
I put a bullet right into yo’ vowels (bow-bow)
[Chorus: Smokepurpp & Lil Yachty]
Murda bless yo’ trap
My bitch she plastic, she bust down a yacht (woo)
AK make a footwork jerk (yeah)
[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
Goyard got racks in the kangaroo pouch (racks)
Run in yo’ house while you there, that’s a burglary (ayy)
All it’s gon’ take is one word (one)
Smokin’ on rocks, no nerds (hey)
Tats on my body, and my face too (yeah)
Hop in the Lamb, and that shit goin’ skrrt
Hop in the Lamb, and that shit goin’ skrrt (Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, yeah)
Don’t hit my phone (huh?)
Call lil’ bitch get head like a pillow (yuh)
AK make a footwork jerk (yeah)
Don’t hit my phone (huh)
Lil Purpp be off of the perc
Don’t hit my phone (hello)
Sippin’ on purple with Purpp (Purpp)
Tu-tu-tu, headshot dur (yeah)

[Intro: Smokepurpp & Kodak Black]
They hop out the coupe, and your hood and get risky (skrrt skrrt)
Tu-tu-tu, headshot dur (yeah)
(Woo, woo, woo, Offset!)
Huh, woo, woo

All of my watches over 60 (yeah)
[Chorus: Smokepurpp & Lil Yachty]

Damn, lil’ bih’ got attitude (damn)
Audemars Piguet, make it do a 360 (damn)
I’m getting richer now (uh)
AK make a footwork jerk (Lil Purpp)

These bitches tripping (tripping)
Big Benz on track, that shit Crippin’ (skrrt)
Ain’t no-one new ’round Lil Boat but you (woo)
Murda bless yo’ trap
Don’t hit my phone (huh) (gang)
Fuck on that bitch, and you wifed her
Lil Purpp be off of the perc (Lil Boat)
For the Patek, I Rollie the watch (for the Patek)
Put the K to his mouth like a motherfuckin’ dinner
My crew turnin’ heads like a owl (bitch)
I got them woo-woo-woos on the third aisle (woo-woo-woo)
Bitch, aye, oo

[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
Yeah that shit blue
Aye, aye, yeah
Told that lil’ baby, come suck on the crew
Bitch, I’m a dog, I’m a mad hound (what?)
Hit your bitch from the back, she get bust down (yuh)
Chopper got nuts, 100 round yard (Yao Ming)
I just fucked a bitch on Twitter (yeah)
Don’t hit my phone (yeah, huh?)
Tu-tu-tu, headshot dur (yeah)
If her ass fat, I’mma smack too (woo)
Used to sip Hi-Tech like I had the flu
Hang a football like a hall of fame jersey (jersey)
That shit on do not disturb (Lil Boat)
Lil Purpp be off of the perc
I ain’t really finna tell y’all how to get away with murda and shit
That shit on do not disturb (brr brr)
That shit on do not disturb (aye)

Hop in the Lamb, and that shit goin’ skrrt (skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt)
Might as well put me in the dog pound (yeah)
Bitch boy, put on a blouse (ayy)
Don’t hit my phone (Lil Boat)
After I fuck, bitch I’m dippin’ (I’m dippin’)
Bentley coupe, this not no Chrysler (skrt skrt)
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Diamond on my neck like river (oo)
That shit on do not disturb (fuck wit’ me, fuck wit’ me)
Finna start saying no to pictures now (uh)
Fuck I look like doing cyphers

Milomir Miljanic – Nemoj Da Mi Brojis Case (Live)

Nemoj da mi brojis case
napicu se, zakasnicu

napicu se, zakasnicu
[Ref.] x2
ne gledaj na sat
[Ref.] x2

ja sam sebi gospodar
Nemoj da mi brojis case
zasto pijes, zasto skitas

ne gledaj na sat

a sad kad sam post’o neko
tebi u inat
tebi u inat
i nek’ traje dokle traje
sa mnom niko nije pio

Siromasan kad sam bio
neka ima kol’ko ima
Nemoj nikad da me pitas
tebi u inat
[Ref.] x2
napicu se, zakasnicu
i ne pitaj razlog sta je
ne gledaj na sat
Nemoj da mi brojis case
moj zivot je moja stvar
e tu sam te, rode, cek’o
Jos po jednu sipaj svima

Esad Plavi – Ne Kuni Sto Si Voljela (Live)

A često mene spominješ
Znam da me nisi prebolela
Još uvek drhtiš kad čuješ mi glas

Čujem u njega se zaklinješ
Znam da me nisi prebolela
Moja je ljubav za tebe spas (x2)
Ne kuni što si volela
Čujem da mene proklinješ
Čujem da mene proklinješ
Moja je ljubav za tebe spas (x2)
Kuneš me, kuneš na sav glas
[REF.]
Ne kuni što si volela
Još uvek drhtiš kad čuješ mi glas

Ja sam još uvek deo tebe
Moja je ljubav za tebe spas (x2)
[REF.]

Znam da me nisi prebolela
Tražićeš nekad od mene spas
Čujem u njega se zaklinješ
[REF.]

Kuneš me, kuneš, al’ lažeš sebe

Još uvek drhtiš kad čuješ mi glas
Čujem u njega se zaklinješ
U njemu nećeš naći spas
Ne kuni što si volela
Lažno me kuneš na sav glas

Esad Plavi – Tvoje Ime (Live)

okreni se i vrati se
za sva vremena
da se zbog tebe opijam
neće me imati
U meni ostao je trag
ni jedna žna
Do juče nisi znala to

na usnama mojim
koji si ostavila ti
Ako čuješ tvoje ime
neće me imati
U meni ostao je trag
[Refren] x2
da neko tiho doziva
polako se ubijam
s imenom tvojim
koji si ostavila ti

polako se ubijam

da neko tiho doziva
ni jedna žna

da se zbog tebe opijam
okreni se i vrati se
[Refren] x2
Ako čuješ tvoje ime
Ako čuješ tvoje ime
u život moj bez poziva
s imenom tvojim
za sva vremena
u život moj bez poziva
da neko tiho doziva
[Refren] x2
na usnama mojim
okreni se i vrati se
Do juče nisi znala to
u život moj bez poziva