Travis Scott – The Ends (feat. André 3000) lyrics

[Intro: Travis Scott]
2AM howlin’ outside
Lookin’ but I cannot find
Don’t you fall asleep this time
I been on a long way drive
Only you can stand my mind
Only you can fix inside
So if I make it out tonight
Let’s make it a badass time

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Okay, I got it, copy
20/20, but I can’t see nobody
One eye open, Illuminati
This might be the verse that make ’em drop me
Ain’t makin’ friends, we just makin’ hobbies
No, that wasn’t my girl, that was just a hobby
Call up 50, tell ’em load up the lobby
Elevator up, no need to find me
Yeah, yeah
X-ray vision, see through you niggas
Newspaper stand, we press the issue
We ain’t sendin’ shots, we launchin’ missiles
Right up at your hood up north
Checkin’ Third Ward, I’m goin’ mental
Fuckin’ up my room, I’ve been rackin’ up incidentals
Cookin’ on a tune, I been cheffin’ up instrumentals
Nothin’ else to do when you’re ridin’ in the
When you ridin’ in the, in the back of the back seat
Driver run the miles up like I’m runnin’ a track meet
Gotta watch my back now, cause these niggas at me
All black in a Benz when I pull up on you

[Hook: Travis Scott]
They don’t want to see me in the ends, in the ends
Let me catch you creeping here past 10, in the ends
From a tribe of check-a-hoe like Indian
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

[Verse 2: André 3000]
Eh, to them I’m a big dick, a cheque and some laughter
I guess it’s all survival but please be careful
I gave up on the Bible long time ago
I hope it ain’t give up on me, I don’t know
I came up in the town, they were murderin’ kids
And dumped them in the creek up from where I live
Bodies, bodies, bodies sprinkled around
We runnin’ through the sprinkler lookin’ around
Killer would show up with boxes of pizza
And said he had a label recruitin’ people
Put that on my grandma and everythin’
My homie said he told ’em his name was Wayne
It could’ve been me or could’ve been you too
What a memory in me, needing to lose
What’s gon’ patch up my inner tube
So I could pop a wheelie and walk it too

[Outro: Travis Scott]
Oh yeah, La Flame with the nappy fro now
Yeah, in the ends, I’mma kick your door down
Oh yeah, we keep wildin’ out the Mo’ now
Oh yeah, keep that 300 zero when I pull up on ya

Travis Scott – Sweet Sweet lyrics

(yah, yah)
Runnin’ up (yah) all this cake (yah)
Bag it up (bag it up) den come right away

[Verse 2]
When I ask who bigger (yah)
Ain’t tryna argue with ya, I’m tryna figure (straight up)
Who you with, who your team, what your side? (yah)
How you, how you, how you ride? (it’s lit)
Wah yah seh? (yah)
Wah yah seh? (skrrr, skrrr)
How you use me to survive? (straight up)
Yuh, ’cause we up, lit at five (oh)
At the crib goin’ live, oh, so live (yuh)
Eric keep the strippers, yuh, order V Live (yah)
Order wings, told em’ hold the

[Chorus]
‘Cause you’re sweet (it’s lit) like cocoa (it’s lit)
But all you wanna do is the coco (yah, yah)
Hangin’ out with you is a no go (straight up)

[Outro]
‘Cause you’re sweet like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco
Hangin’ out with you is a no go
‘Cause you’re sweet (wah yah seh?)
Runnin’ up (yah) all this cake (yah, yah)
Bag it up (yah) den come right away (yah, yah!)
‘Cause you’re sweet (yah, yah-yah!)
What’s your status? [Intro]
(Whistling)

[Bridge]
‘Cause you’re sweet
Sak pasé? (yah)
Yah, might hit your address, if I’m on them Addys (yah)
Jet right to you, I can’t do no traffic (skrrr, skrrr)
I can’t do no lacking (skrrr, skrrr)

[Chorus]
‘Cause you’re sweet—sweet—like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco (yah)
Hangin’ out with you is a no go (yah, yah-yah, straight up)
‘Cause you’re sweet (sweet, sweet) like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco (sweet, sweet, sweet)
Hangin’ out with you is a no go (sweet, sweet, sweet)
‘Cause you’re sweet (sweet)

[Verse 1]
Like my time, like my juice (sweet, sweet)
We been downstairs in the basement with the moves (sweet, yah)
Shout my town, shout my troops (shout, shout)
Shout my jeweler, made my chain look like Fruit Loops, yuh (it’s lit)
Come get a taste, come get a scoop (scoop)
I done made it out the hood through all the hoops (hula hoops)
I done finally found a way to make the loot (make the loot)
Link up all my niggas and my Jewels, yuh (high up)
Link up, link up, yuh, link up, pour my syrup (yah)
Bad bitch, yeah, they link up, link up
Go bezerk, do some shit you think of (yah, yah)
Lean, lean, lean, all this lean, lean, lean
We might lean, lean lean (oh)
Smoke all my shit (shit)
Stop it, start again (yah)

[Chorus]
‘Cause you’re sweet (yah) like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco
Hangin’ out with you is a no go

[Bridge]
‘Cau-, ’cause sweet, yuh
Sak pasé?

Travis Scott – Pick Up The Phone (feat. Young Thug & Quavo) lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug & Starrah]
Yaaah, oh, yaaah, uhh
Ooooh, Thugger
Yeah, Travis Scott
Thugger, Thugger, baby
Yaah

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
I pour a four up (ooh, ooh)
I call your hoe up (yahhh)
Just to fuck her and show her (just to fuck)
I just went, got my dough up (I just went, got my dough up)
Pullin’ off and I’m gone (skrrt, skrrt)
Then I go and pour four up (then I go and pour four)
Then I roll up that roll up (roll up, roll up)
Then I’m callin’ your hoe up (callin’ your hoe)
(Like, brrrrr)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone, baby (yahhh, ooh, like, brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (ooh, it’s lit)
I’m in the zone, baby (zone, drive, straight up)
I just poured up a four baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Young Thug]
Never will I cheat on you (yahhh)
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you (yahhh)
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and murk too (ooh, yahhh)
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwing that Rollie on you (yahhh)
I like the way it be freezin’, yeah
(Like, brrrrr)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone, baby (ooh, like, brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (ooh, it’s lit)
I’m in the zone, baby (zone, drive, straight up)
I just poured up a four baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug & Travis Scott]
Pour up a four of that Actavis (yeah)
Lean like my mothafuckin’ granny did (woo)
Super Bowl ring with big body Benz (ayy)
I stack it up now I’m just better livin’ (cash)
Got screws in my mouth, I’m just preppin’ it (hah)
I’m fucking this cash, I’m not celibate (hah)
I’m packin’ it up like a reverend (whoa)
I need all this cash, I got hella kids (woo)
I’ma play dumb and get left in the middle (yeah, yeah)
Back the fuck up, you too little (whoa, whoa)
Hit ’em with three like I’m Miller (yeah, yeah)
I don’t talk to no man in the middle (uh-uh)
I don’t talk to no man, I’m just kiddin’ (I swear)
But I did pay my sister’s tuition (woo)
I feel lucky, I should play the lottery (yeah)
Walkin’ off with it like Sonny Liston (whoa)
Mama told me I’m her brightest star (yah)
Mama told me don’t hate on the law (oww)
Because everybody got a job (what?)
Because everybody wanna be a star (real shit, real shit)
Please believe every motherfucker around here wan’ be a part (swear, swear)
She gon’ do anything in her power to be with ya’ boy
(Like, brrrrr)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone, baby (ooh, like, brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (ooh, it’s lit)
I’m in the zone, baby (zone, drive, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug & Quavo]
Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up MR2
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you (ayy, ayy)
I like the way you be freezin’, yeah (Quavo)

[Verse 3: Quavo & Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone
Macaulay Culkin’ baby, Home Alone (alone)
I thought I was right
Then I had to man up, I was wrong (I was wrong)
I hate when we fight (hey)
She in love with the pipe (pipe)
I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice (ice)
Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
Percocet and Codeine please don’t take my life
She had a dream with Céline
So I bought it twice (Céline)
Young nigga make it right back tonight
Girl, you’re so cute and your ass is nice
Drinkin’ on four and I’m shootin’ dice
Wrist polar bear, Klondike
And I’m loving all races, hell nah don’t discriminize (no)
Drinkin’ on clean, sanitize (drank)
Ostritch seats with the frog eyes (skrrt)
If I ever call your phone baby (brrrrrr)
Best believe it’s only one time
(Brrrrrr, like, brrrrr)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone, baby (ooh, like, brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (ooh, it’s lit)
I’m in the zone, baby (zone, drive, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and MR2
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin’, yeah

[Outro: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone (Pick up the phone)
I’m in the zone, pick up the phone, baby
I’m in the zone

Travis Scott – Outside (feat. 21 Savage) lyrics

[Hook: Travis Scott]
All my niggas outside
Ain’t goin’ in, yeah
We been hangin’ outside
Ain’t goin’ in

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, automatic
Yeah, always got it on me baby, automatic, yeah
Where I’m at is static, but it ain’t got traffic, yeah
Push up on me, them boys make you do a backflip
Balance on the beam, yeah, balance on the beam, yeah
Do some shit I’ve never seen
Won’t you come out with the team, yeah
Yeah, you might just win a ring, yeah
While they home on they homescreens

[Hook: Travis Scott]
And all my niggas outside
Ain’t goin’ in, yeah
We been hangin’ outside
Ain’t goin’ in

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
We been hangin’ outside, not goin’ in
Outside not goin’ in
Pull up in a Lambo or just with the Benz
Checkin’ out, never checkin’ in
We been outside, not goin’ in
Hope you had a mattress when you sleepin’ on me
Hope you got some backup if you creepin’ on me
‘Cause just last week I rest in peace’d a homie
Why you do it? Why you switch up? (ooo)
Was it for the image or for the pictures? (ooo)
You always seem to show up when I’m at the mixes
‘Cause you know I’m not myself when I’m off the liquor
Off the lean, it’s always better off the lean

[Hook: Travis Scott]
All my niggas outside
Ain’t goin’ in, yeah
We been hangin’ outside
Ain’t goin’ in
All my niggas outside

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
21, 21, 21, 21
All my niggas outside
Pillow talkin’ sneak dissin’ get a nigga jaw wired
Beat yo baby mama throat so long she say her jaw’s tired
Young Savage get a nigga whacked cause I got mob ties
I’m a wise guy
All my niggas in the field
I’m draped in Avianne, I ain’t got a deal
Slaughter Gang and PDE, we killin’ shit for real (21, 21)
Ten bad bitches, suckin’ dick and eatin’ pills (what?)
And I keep that Tommy, nigga, and I ain’t talkin’ Hil (21)
And I be on mud, I get mad if it spill (yeah)
Bitch, I know your baby daddy probably wanna kill (kill)
I’m a real nigga, fuck niggas can’t feel (21)
Plus I get inside that bowl and skrt, skrt, skrt
Hit it from the back pull up her skirt (21)
I just copped that Bentley truck, I skrt, skrt, skrt (21)
Bitch, I’m outside on the percs, percs, percs (21, 21, 21)

[Hook: Travis Scott]
All my niggas outside
Ain’t goin’ in, yeah
We been hangin’ outside
Ain’t goin’ in
All my niggas outside

Travis Scott – Lose lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]
My Lambo gon’ skrr, my crib ain’t got service
I got shit to lose, that shit make me nervous
I got shit to lose, gotta keep my cool
Gotta watch the dupes, can’t let them come through
I got shit to lose
Hold up wait, more to gain, more at stake
I got shit to do
Had to move, with the crew, away from you

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them

[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]
My Lambo gon’ skrr, my crib ain’t got syrup
I got shit to lose, that shit make me nervous
I got shit to lose, gotta keep my cool
Gotta watch the dukes, can’t let them come through
I got shit to lose
Hold up wait, more to gain, more at stake
I got shit to do
Had to move, with the crew, away from you

[Chorus: Travis Scott + Cassie]
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
And I never liked it, and I never liked them
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
And I never liked it, and I never liked them

[Verse: Travis Scott]
You know what, we grew on
We go back like futons and coupons
We too bad, we too wild, we too young
Shake some, my niggas gon’ shake some
Fall through and break somethin’
Broad day, and take somethin’
Backwards, I’ve been livin’ backwards
On my mattress, orgies on my mattress
Flashes, dreamin’, havin’ flashes
Dashin’, hopin’ I don’t crash it

[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]
My Lambo gon’ skrr, my crib ain’t got service
I got shit to lose, that shit make me nervous
I got shit to lose, gotta keep my cool
Gotta watch the dukes, can’t let them come through
I got shit to lose
Hold up wait, more to gain, more at stake
I got shit to do
Had to move, with the crew, away from you

[Chorus: Travis Scott + Cassie]
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
And I never liked it, and I never liked them
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
And I never liked it, and I never liked them
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
And I never liked it, and I never liked them
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
And I never liked it, and I never like them

Travis Scott – 3500 (feat. Future & 2 Chainz) lyrics

(Good lord!)

[Hook: Travis Scott]
30’s in the city movin’ slow
30 30 3,500 for the coat
Only real niggas keep you float
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
30’s in the city movin’ slow
30 30 3,500 for the coat
Only real niggas keep you float
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know

[Verse 2: Future]
Smoke with me, drank with me, lean like I’m Clark
Copping a Wraith then I throw it in park
You niggas some marks and you ain’t got no heart
I know lil one gon come with that A and that R
(Only trill niggas I know)
I know lil one gon come with that A and that R
I’m counting, I’m dripping, I’m fiending
I’m not from this planet, I was abandoned
Trill niggas real niggas popping them pill niggas
Stack up a mil nigga like it’s a lil nigga
This for the one who’s gon’ load up that K for me
This for the ones that ran off and didn’t wait on me
This for the niggas that ran off and didn’t wait on me
This for you, bitch, you ran off and didn’t wait on me
(Only trill niggas I know)
Hood nigga, fuck all that red carpet shit
Hood nigga, I fuck a red carpet bitch
I put a Rolls and a Royce on my wrist
You can smell promethazine when I piss
I pray to God he bring me Actavis
Ain’t nobody triller than Metro, ain’t nobody triller than Scooter
Hop on the private, I do it, take all the mollies, I do it
The Bentley put up with no mileage, I do it
These Styrofoams with me legitimate
I’m proudly downing these Percocets
We just want to be stoners lately, I’ve been on, on, on
This money an option, this weed is an option, this lean is an option
Your bitch is an option, her bitch is an option
I send them through auctions
You paying that price for that punani
This gold on my neck is a new Grammy

[Hook: Travis Scott]
30’s in the city movin’ slow
30 30 3,500 for the coat
Only real niggas keep you float
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
30’s in the city movin’ slow
30 30 3,500 for the coat
Only real niggas keep you float
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
My bathtub the size of swimming pools
Backstroke to my children room
Maybach in the living room
I spent racks on these tennis shoes
Niggas know what I’m finna do
Time for me to put the mink up
Forgiattos on the Brinks truck
My favorite rapper drove a pink truck (Killa!)
I do shit that you dreamed of
I was born with a mean mug
I was born with some nappy hair
Drinkin’ breast milk out a lean cup
Tity Boi’s my alias
Real niggas my radius
Trill niggas on the song with me
If she bad as hell I’ll pay the babysitter (I will!)
In a black Mercedes with her
Doin’ about 180 with her
I was born a hustler, paraphernalia in my baby pictures
Resident all elegant, leather shit in my front yard
TV by my swimming pool, got that built like a sports bar
Chevelle with a new motor, got the bitch like a sports car
Yeah, my name is Tity Boi, I don’t fuck with hoes that wear sports bras (Nah!)
Crib bigger than your imagination
Call the trap house the gas station
Call momma’s house the Jag station
Emoji, sad faces
Look at these niggas
I need to buy pocketbooks for these niggas

[Hook: Travis Scott]
30’s in the city movin’ slow
30 30 3,500 for the coat
Only real niggas keep you float
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
30’s in the city movin’ slow
30 30 3,500 for the coat
Only real niggas keep you float
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know

[Bridge: Future]
Ain’t nobody triller than me, ain’t nobody triller than Scott
Ain’t nobody trill man, I’m takin’ their spot, we ride on a yacht
Ain’t nobody triller than Metro, ain’t nobody triller than Scooter
Ain’t nobody triller, I knew it, ain’t nobody triller, we knew it
Pour up in H-Town, them niggas don’t play ’round like Jas and Jr
(Only real niggas keep it float)
Say fuck all the rumors, say fuck all the rumors
(Only trill niggas I know)
Say fuck all the rumors, say fuck all the rumors
(Only trill niggas I know)
Say fuck all the rumors, say fuck all the rumors

[Hook: Travis Scott]
30’s in the city movin’ slow
30 30 3,500 for the coat
Only real niggas keep you float
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know [Intro: Future]
Bandana wrapped-wrapped ’round your head
The bandana wrapped ’round your head
Fuck niggas, they scared
Ain’t nobody triller than me
Ain’t nobody triller than Scott
Ain’t nobody trill, man, I’m takin’ they spot
These niggas is scared

[Hook: Travis Scott]
30’s in the city movin’ slow
30 30 3,500 for the coat
Only real niggas keep you float
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Ladies order up the champagne, a whole lot of it
Painkillers, ain’t got backpain, know you gotta love it
Tens out in NY, they in my hallways, I got a lobby of ’em
Up and Down with Chase, Monday nights, we made a hobby of it
Still down with the same dogs, man, they never loved us
Gave my niggas all gold chains to remind me of it
We’re still holdin’ that old thing, tryna rob me of it
One time for the trill bitches that’ll let me touch it
I’m papi though, they get it poppin’ with me when I’m out in public
Flyin’ through, I got a young ‘Yoncé with a Iggy on her
Me and Metro do the same drugs, got a lot of it
All these cups and damn, all these hoes, these niggas up to somethin’
Touch down out in H-Town, there it might get ugly
It’s trill niggas, where it’s trill niggas, a whole army of ’em
I run the check up, I’m a hot nigga, don’t turn my ‘countant on me
Free Rowdy Rowdy, free Bobby Bobby, them the Shmurda homies
Good lord!

Travis Scott – Mamacita (feat. Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug) lyrics

[Intro: Travis Scott]
Mamacita, cita, cita
Mamacita, cita, cita

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
This the last days to the rodeo, last night
Had me down in the back, comatose, don’t think
Sun shades and a pill gon’ help
Once I’m gone, can’t tame myself (myself, myself)
Mamacita, cita, cita
You know I really need yah, need yah, need yah right now
She get freaky when the light’s down
The shit’s crack, no way niggas could pipe down
With the head first, got her straight out of the night gown
Nothin’ like the light-skinned mamacitas in H-Town
They got them pornstar big booties
Let me film it, then shoot it
3-D money, no illusion
Depending if I’m feelin’ bougie
Might hit your line, bitch

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan + Travis Scott]
Had to cut my phone off, bitch got it vibratin’ on me like a beeper
Boy, I’m in Colorado, smokin’ California reefer
Hey, the bitch so bad, caught a ticket cause I really wanna meet her
And I ain’t kin to Wayne but that’s my mamacita
Mamacita, that’s my mama, mamacita
Mamacita, cita, cita
That’s my mama, mamacita, that’s my mama, mamacita
That’s my mama, mamacita, that’s my mama, mamacita
Mamacita, cita, cita
That my, that my, mamacita, that my, that my mamacita, that my

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Mothafuckin girl
I love her, I’mma give her the world
Aye, fuck her, I wanna fuck her mother
Just might give her my little girl
No, no, I won’t let go, bro, bad ho
She look the best with a fro, natural nat-nat on go
Damn, Quan, turn on the stove, whip it ’til I have a stroke
I do not fuck with America, I get it straight off the boat
Oh, damn, the kush it never make me choke
Slow down, I’m speedin’ and I got a trunk full of wham
Damn, 25 thousand on an old school Cam
SS me, these bitches wan’ molest me
Damn, they’ll sex me, she a lesbi
She want chicken like sesame
And she tryin’ to undress me, test me
Give her hotel keys like Cassidy, you dig? [Hook: Rich Homie Quan + Travis Scott]
Had to cut my phone off, bitch got it vibratin’ on me like a beeper
Boy, I’m in Colorado, smokin’ California reefer
Hey, the bitch so bad, caught a ticket cause I really wanna meet her
And I ain’t kin to Wayne but that’s my mamacita
Mamacita, that’s my mama, mamacita
Mamacita, cita, cita
That’s my mama, mamacita, that’s my mama, mamacita
That’s my mama, mamacita, that’s my mama, mamacita
Mamacita, cita, cita
That my, that my, mamacita, that my, that my mamacita, that my

[Verse 3: Rich Homie Quan]
Bad little college ho
That I got on the east skirts of Decatur
Best believe that she cover Rich Homie Quan like a blazer
I smoke a lot of weed, keep my music turned up, fuck my neighbors
I fuck a nigga bitch and turn her like a table
Ayy, I’m still practicin’ so you know I’m gettin’ greater
Ayy, still wearin’ long socks and shorts like Fabo
He was hatin’ at first, now he tryna make the payroll
Got a stupid bitch who do whatever I say so
Money on your head like a Jesus piece
Blunt, now I’m higher than Khalifa be
Bad bitch lookin’ like a Filipina
Ohh, you’re killin’ me, ohh, remember me
You, finna be, deceased if you keep callin’ me
Therefore I

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan + Travis Scott]
Had to cut my phone off, bitch got it vibratin’ on me like a beeper
Boy I’m in Colorado, smokin’ California reefer
Hey, the bitch so bad, caught a ticket cause I really wanna meet her
And I ain’t kin to Wayne but that’s my mamacita
Mamacita, that’s my mama, mamacita
Mamacita, cita, cita
That’s my mama, mamacita, that’s my mama, mamacita
That’s my mama, mamacita, that’s my mama, mamacita
Mamacita, cita, cita
That’s my mama, mamacita, that’s my mama, mamacita

Gregory Douglass – Alibis lyrics

What if I repent

These sane alibis, insane alibis
Sane alibis
Insane alibis
Sane alibis, insane alibis
Sane alibis
Insane alibis

You’re faster than your fading memory
You go faster than your fading memory
You are faster than your fading memory
You are faster than your fading memory

You are who you are and you’re always going to be
You are who you are and you’re always going to be
You are who you are
And you’re always going to be

Don’t stop, only one way down
Only one way down
Only one way down down down

One stop until you’re freedom bound
Until you’re freedom bound
Until you verify

These sane alibis, insane alibis
Sane alibis
Insane alibis
Sane alibis, insane alibis
Sane alibis
Insane alibis Don’t stop, only one way down
Only one way down
Only one way down down down

One stop until you’re freedom bound
Until you’re freedom bound
Until you verify

These sane alibis, insane alibis
Sane alibis
Insane alibis
Sane alibis, insane alibis
Sane alibis
Insane alibis

I know, doesn’t make much sense
Doesn’t make much sense
Doesn’t make much sense, I know
I fear, what’s the consequence? What’s the consequence?

Kanye West – Ultralight Beam lyrics

(more)
You persecute the weak
Because it makes you feel so strong
(To save) Don’t have much strength to fight
So I look to the light
(Lord) To make these wrongs turn right
Head up high, I look to the light
Hey, cause I know that you’ll make everything alright
And I know that you’ll take good care of your child
Oh, no longer am I afraid of the night
Cause I, I look to the light

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]
When they come for you I will shield your name
I will field their questions, I will feel your pain
They don’t know
They don’t, they don’t know
They don’t know
Foot on the Devil’s neck ‘til they drifted Pangaea
I’m moving all my family from Chatham to Zambia
Treat the demons just like Pam
I mean I fuck with your friends, but damn Gina
I been this way since Arthur was anteater
Now they wanna hit me with the woo-wap the bam
Tryna send photos of familia
My daughter look just like Sia, you can’t see her
You can feel the lyrics and spirit coming in braille
Timing of the underground, come and follow the trail
I made Sunday Candy, I’m never going to hell
I met Kanye West, I’m never going to fail
You said let’s do a good ass job with Chance three
I heard you gotta sell it to snatch the Grammy
Let’s make it so free and the bar so hard
That a day one gosh darn part you can’t tweet
This is my part, nobody else speak
This is my part nobody else speak
This little light of mine, glory be to God yeah
I’mma make sure that they go where they can’t go
If they don’t wanna ride I’mma still give them raincoats
Know what God said when he made the first rainbow
Just throw this at the end if I’m too late for the intro
Ugh, I’m just having fun with it
You know that a nigga was lost
I laugh in my head
Cause I bet that my ex looking back like a pillar of salt
Ugh, cause that left a script on your ass like Wesley and Spike
You cannot mess with the light
Look at lil Chano from 79

[Hook: Kanye West]
I’m tryna keep my faith
On an ultra light beam
We on an ultra light beam
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
This is everything
This is everything
Deliver us serenity
Deliver us peace
Deliver us loving
We know we need
You know we need it
You know we need it
And I’mma need you now, oh, I
Pray for Paris
Pray for the parents
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
We on an ultra light beam
We on an ultra light beam
This is a God dream
This is God dream
This is everything
This is everything
Deliver us serenity
Deliver us peace
Deliver us loving
We know we need
You know we need it
You know we need it
And I’mma need you now
Pray for Paris
Pray for the parents

[Refrain: The-Dream]
(Yes darling
Hallelujah)
I’m tryna keep my faith
But I’m looking for more
Somewhere I can feel safe
And end my holy war
I’m tryna keep my faith

[Outro – Kirk Franklin]
Father, this prayer is for everyone that feels they’re not good enough. That’s why I need … You can never go too far when you can’t come back home again. Why, oh why’d you do me wrong? For everyone that feels they’ve said “I’m sorry” too many times. [Intro: Natalie is Great]
We don’t want no devils in the house
Yes, darling
We don’t want no devils in the house
Yes, darling
We want the lord, he’s sick
My left hand over [?]
Jesus Christ have mercy
Yes darling
Hallelujah
We don’t want no devils in the house
Yes, darling
We don’t want no devils in the house
Yes, darling
We want the lord, he’s sick
My left hand over [?]
Jesus Christ have mercy
Yes darling
Hallelujah

[Hook: Kanye West & The-Dream]
I’m tryna keep my faith
On an ultra light beam
We on an ultra light beam
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
This is everything
This is everything
Deliver us serenity
Deliver us peace
Deliver us loving
We know we need
You know we need it
You know we need it
And I’mma need you now, oh, I
Pray for Paris
Pray for the parents
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
We on an ultra light beam
We on an ultra light beam
This is a God dream
This is God dream
This is everything
This is everything

[Refrain: The-Dream]
I’m tryna keep my faith
But I’m looking for more
Somewhere I can feel safe
And end my holy war
I’m tryna keep my faith

[Verse 1: Kelly Price]
So why send depression not blessings? Faith – Lord, save, war This prayer’s for everybody that feels like they’re too messed up.

Kanye West – All Day (feat. Paul McCartney, Theophilus London & Allan Kingdom) lyrics

All day, nigga
Take you to get this fly? All day, nigga

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
This Ye, nigga
Shoppin’ for the winter and it’s just May, nigga
Ball so hard, man, this shit cray, nigga
And you ain’t gettin’ money ‘less you got eight figures
For that Jesus piece, man, I’ve been saved, nigga
Just talked to Farrakhan, that’s sensei, nigga
Told him I’ve been on ten since the 10th grade, nigga
Got a middle finger longer than Dikembe, my nigga, uh
I don’t let ’em play with me
I don’t let ’em talk to me no kind of way
Uh, they better watch what they say to me
Niggas still gettin’ popped on the day to day
Yeah, I still got the hundred with the small face, nigga
Might spend 50 racks on my off day, nigga
You a fake Denzel like the Allstate nigga
If you run into me, better have Allstate with yah
You a Rico Suave nigga
Ride ’round listen to Sade, nigga
If you ain’t with us, you in our way, nigga
You an actor, you should be on Broadway, nigga
‘Cause you do shit the broad way, nigga
Your bitch got a ass, but my broad way thicker
Late for the class, in the hallway, nigga
Yeah, the dropout at it as always nigga, as always
All day, nigga

[Refrain: Allan Kingdom]
I took a young sweet breath, and I reached into my Earth
Gave him what I had left
At that moment I dispersed
At that moment I dispersed

[Hook 2: Kanye West]
All day, nigga
How-h-how long you ball? All day, nigga
Tell your P.O. All day, nigga
Tell your P.O. All day, nigga
You already know I’m straight from the Chi, all day, nigga
South, south, south side! All day, nigga
How much time you spent at the mall? All day, nigga

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
I could do this all day, boy, I’m finna turn this bitch out
They need that Ye in the streets, boy, there’s been a mothafuckin’ drought
Don’t really matter what I make, boy, you know I still go wild
Like a light skinned slave, boy, we in the mothafuckin’ house! All day, nigga
Pour some Hen out for my niggas that died, all day, nigga
And I keep a bad bitch on the passenger side, all day, nigga
You already know I’m straight from the Chi, all day, nigga
South, south, south side! ayy, ayy ayy ayy
(All day, nigga)

[Refrain: Allan Kingdom]
I took a young sweet breath, and I reached into my Earth
Gave him what I had left
At that moment I dispersed
At that moment I dispersed

[Break: Kanye West]
Get low, alright
Get low, alright
What up? how-how long you been high? Right now, you lookin’ real sus right now
I swear I’ve been on this flight like a month right now
Stupid niggas gettin’ money, Forrest Gump right now
Shout-out to Jackie Chan, I need to stunt right now
They’ve been lookin’ at the Gram, I’ve been lookin’ at the Grammys
Like, huh, that’s us right now
24/7, 365 days, everybody gettin’ paid
Niggas lookin’ at me like I’m worth both MJs
People saying, “Ye, Ye, take it easy”
20 Gs for the Yeezys off of eBay
Niggas do the most and they ain’t done shit
Only way I can sum it up, sumbitch

[Bridge: Theophilius London (Kanye West)]
(Hands up, hands up, hands up)
Hands up, hands up, hands up
So won’t you dance? All day, nigga
How long it take you to get this fly? All day, nigga
How many runners do you got on call? [Intro: Kanye West (Theophilus London)]
All day, nigga
(Dance, ayy, ayy ayy ayy)

[Hook 1: Kanye West]
All day, nigga
How long you niggas ball? All day, nigga
Swish, swish, how long they keep you in court? All day, nigga

[Guitar Interlude: Paul McCartney]
Whistling

[Outro: Paul McCartney]
Well, well, well, let me run (let me run)
Let me run to see who came undone
You’ve been right in my face
Let me run ’til you’re off my case
Whooooa, whooooa
Whooooa, whooooa
Whooooa, whooooa
Whooooa, whooooa Alright, alright
Stay low, alright
Stay low, alright
Stay low, alright
South, south, south side! how-how long you been high? All day, nigga
How much time you spent at the mall?

MORGENSHTERN – Fuck ‘Em All lyrics

Эй, на х всё то, что ты читал! Всю вашу культуру на хуе, бля, вертел:
На хуй сучек, деньги, тачки, вы пародия на рэп! [Припев]
Самый свежий, самый новый, самый дикий — это факт
На хуй всех твоих кумиров новой школы, на хуй вас
Твой продюсер — пидорас, ничего не можешь сам
Кстати, принесите Олю мне: я обузевший, wow
Самый свежий, самый новый, самый дикий — это факт
На хуй всех твоих кумиров новой школы, на хуй вас
Твой продюсер — пидорас, ни хуя не можешь сам
Кстати, принесите Олю мне: я обузевший, wow
Самый свежий, самый новый, самый дикий — это факт
На хуй всех твоих кумиров новой школы, на хуй вас
Твой продюсер — пидорас, ничего не можешь сам
Кстати, принесите Олю мне: я обузевший, wow

[Куплет]
И да, я был когда-то пешкой, но теперь ебашу в дамки
Кто ты? Но зато ты по репостам — самый первый на хуе! Чё считаешь на столе? На хуй твой team! Сука, я ломаю рамки
А мне похуй, что базарит этот шепелявый гангстер
Сука, на хуй стариков — я не его уровня хайпа! Я не верю в ваши сказки. Рэпер или блогер? На хуй твой squad! Эй, на х всё то, что ты читал! [Припев]
Самый свежий, самый новый, самый дикий — это факт
На хуй всех твоих кумиров новой школы, на хуй вас
Твой продюсер — пидорас, ничего не можешь сам
Кстати, принесите Олю мне: я обузевший, вау
Самый свежий, самый новый, самый дик~
Самый свежий, самый новый, самый дикий — это факт
На хуй всех твоих кумиров новой школы, на хуй вас
Твой продюсер — пидорас, ничего не можешь сам
Кстати, принесите Олю мне: я обузевший, вау На х тебя, бля, на хуй вас: твой gang, твой crew, твой team, твой squad! Эй, на хуй твой gang! И чё ты пиздишь про свой люкс лайф кого ты ебёшь, сын? И на х всё то, что ты читал, бля, на х всё то, что ты читал! Где твой хайп? [Интро]
(Ву-у!) Эй, эти рокеры опять лезут (Моргенштерн)
В нашу… культурную группу
Ayy, йеп!

The Weeknd – Live For (feat. Drake) lyrics

[Hook: The Weeknd]
This the shit that I live for, this the shit that I live for
This the shit that I live for, with the people I’d die for
This the shit that I live for, this the shit that I live for
This the shit that I live for, with the people I’d die for
This the shit that I live for, this the shit that I live for
This the shit that I live for, with the people I’d die for
This the shit that I live for, this the shit that I live for
This the shit that I live for, with the people I’d die for [Verse 1: The Weeknd]
Getting sober for a day
Got me feeling too low
They tryna make me slow down
Tryna tell me how to live
I’m about to lose control
Well they can watch me fuck it up all in one night
I’m in my city in the summer
Camo’d out, leather booted
Kissing bitches in the club
They wanna threesome, then some
Spend whatever come in, fuck an income
Me and my niggas we ain’t never going broke
And you, have to, do it all
Just to know where it gets you
Living dreams we can never afford
Now we sitting in the back saying

[Hook: The Weeknd]
This the shit that I live for, this the shit that I live for
This the shit that I live for, with the people I’d die for
This the shit that I live for, this the shit that I live for
This the shit that I live for, with the people I’d die for
This the shit that I live for, this the shit that I live for
This the shit that I live for, with the people I’d die for
This the shit that I live for, this the shit that I live for
This the shit that I live for, with the people I’d die for

[Verse 2: Drake]
This the shit that I live for, this the shit that I’d die for
This the shit you can’t fake dawg, this the shit you need God for
How long do you think it’s gon’ take for y’all to fall
That’s a serious question because I seriously question all of y’all
Been touring the world man, I’ve done spent racks in all the malls
And they know my story, flaws and all
I still got plaques hanging wall to wall dawg
She just offered a strip tease, but she don’t look like Demi Moore
Hips all on 45, waist all on 24
And it’s all love in the city, still scream XO, when that Henny pour
But I’m that boy, not just any boy, what the fuck you think that I’m in it for
Roll up in that thing, got hoes like Prince, but they know I’m king
Chubbs might hold that thing, if he get caught, he’ll be home by spring
Things I shouldn’t share, I mean for the sake of my career
I’m not trynna stunt, I’m just tellin’ you the truth, I swear
This the shit that I live for with the people I’d die for
This the shit you can’t fake dawg, this the shit you need God for
This that shit we really gotta talk about in person
There’s some shit I need to work on, but I know you see me working
Nigga, champagne…

The Weeknd – Losers (feat. Labrinth) lyrics

We make our own sense
You’re qualified to me
What can you show me
That my heart don’t know already? [Hook: The Weeknd]
So what can you show me
That my heart don’t know already? Cause we make our own sense
And you’re qualified to me
And you’re qualified to me We did it all alone
Now we’re coming for the throne
We did it all alone
Now we’re coming for the throne
And now that we all came up
Do we lose? So what can you show me
That my heart don’t know already
We make our own sense
And you’re qualified to me
What can you show me
That my heart don’t know already
We make our own sense
And you’re qualified
And you’re qualified

[Verse 2: Labrinth]
Only losers go to school
They can’t teach what they can’t prove
Come put this inside a test-tube
Because stupid’s next to “I love you”

[Hook 2: Labrinth]
So what can you show me
That my heart don’t know already? Cause we make our own sense
And you’re qualified

[The Weeknd]
And you’re qualified to-

[Labrinth]
And you’re qualified

[Bridge: The Weeknd]
And now that we’re all grown up
Who do we owe it to? Do we lose? And now that we’ve gone this far
Who do we owe it all to? Cause we make our own sense
And you’re qualified to me
What can you show me
That my heart don’t know already? [Verse 1: The Weeknd]
Only losers go to school
I taught myself how to move
I’m not the type to count on you
Because stupid’s next to “I love you”

[Hook: The Weeknd]
No?

The Weeknd – Prisoner (feat. Lana Del Rey) lyrics

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
You bring good to my lonely life, honestly
It’s hard for me to look into your eyes
When, I say that I would be nothing without your love
I feel the rush and it’s amazing

[Pre-Chorus: The Weeknd]
Maybe I’ve been always destined to end up in this place, yeah
I don’t mean to come off selfish, but I want it all
Love will always be a lesson, let’s get out of its way
Cause I know, all I know, all I know

[Chorus: The Weeknd & Lana Del Rey]
I’m a prisoner to my addiction
I’m addicted to a life that’s so empty and so cold
I’m a prisoner to my decisions
Woooo, woooo, woooo

[Verse 2: Lana Del Rey]
I think I’ve been in Hollywood for too long
Cause I can feel my soul burning, feel it burning slow
But I would be nothing without the touch
I feel the rush and it’s amazing

[Pre-Chorus: Lana Del Rey]
Maybe I’ve been always destined to end up in this place
I don’t mean to come off selfish, but I want it all
Love will always be a lesson, let’s get out of its way
Cause I know, all I know, all I know

[Chorus: The Weeknd & Lana Del Rey]
I’m a prisoner to my addiction
I’m addicted to a life that’s so empty and so cold
I’m a prisoner to my decisions
Woooo, woooo, woooo
I’m a prisoner to my addiction
I’m addicted to a life that’s so empty and so cold
I’m a prisoner to my decisions
Woooo, woooo, woooo

[Outro: Lana Del Rey]
I don’t know
I get so wrapped up in a world where nothing’s as it seems
And real life is stranger than my dreams

The Weeknd – Dark Times (feat. Ed Sheeran) lyrics

[Verse 1: Ed Sheeran]
Waking up, half past five
Blood on pillow and one bruised eye
Drunk too much, you know what I’m like
But you should’ve seen the other guy

[Pre-Chorus: Ed Sheeran]
This ain’t the right time for you to fall in love with me
Baby I’m just being honest
And I know my lies could not make you believe
We’re running in circles that’s why

[Chorus 1: Ed Sheeran]
In my dark times I’ll be going back to the street
Promising everything I do not mean
In my dark time, baby this is all I could be
And only my mother can love me for me
In my dark times, in my dark times

[Verse 2: The Weeknd]
Light one up, let me bum a smoke
Still coming down, dripping throat
I got another man’s blood on my clothes
But it ain’t his fault, it’s the life I chose

[Pre-Chorus: The Weeknd]
This ain’t the right time for you to fall in love with me
But baby I’m just being honest
And I know my lies could never make you believe
Running in circles, that’s why

[Chorus 2: The Weeknd]
In my dark times I’ll be going back to these streets
Promising everything I do not mean
In my dark times, baby this is all I could be
Only my mother could love me for me
In my dark times, in my dark times

[Verse 3: Ed Sheeran & The Weeknd]
In my dark times I’ve still got some problems I know
Driving too fast but just moving too slow
And I’ve got something I’ve been trying to let go
Pulling me back every time

[Chorus 3: Ed Sheeran & The Weeknd]
In my dark times taking it back to the street
Making those promises that I could not keep
In my dark times, baby this is all I could be
Only my mother could love me for me
In my dark times taking it down to the street
Making those promises that I would never keep
In my dark time this is all I could be
Only my mother could’ve loved me for me
In my dark times, in my dark time
In my dark times