Anderson .Paak – Bubblin’ lyrics

Look at you go
Okay you bubblin’
Look at you go
Okay you bubblin’

One in the hand
One in the bag
Bubblin’
Look at the cash
Look at the cash
Comin’ in
Come get your man
This lil’ nigga buggin’ me
Just need a bag
Quit all that jaw-jackery
Don’t need to pass me that
I don’t want none of it (yeah)
These niggas mad about it
Had enough of it, whoa
Watch what you’re sayin’
All that poppin’ ‘n shakin’
Got me hot as a laser
My posse deep in our rating
We act a fool for the paper
Had a dream and I made it
El Camino on Dayton’s
Bitch it’s Guess over Bape
Put the bread on me bitch
Bitch you bet Imma bake it
Think you flatter than bacon
I might just roll out today
I might just roll out to Vegas
Head back to my old ways
Pop the roof from the Asia
Hoes and do blow all day

Look at me baby
Look at me baby
Don’t I look like a million
I’m ’bout to clean out the safe

Dont I look like somebody that just be bodyin’ everything
All that talkin is great but now don’t be talkin’ now air it out
All the problems have gotten easy to bury
I’d rather drown in them in Hendrick’s
I’d rather kiss all my mary (????)

I been broker way longer than I been rich so until it levels out
Imma take your mama to the Marriott and wear it out
Took me so long to get it
Gonna spread it out
Let ’em know all about it when I’m dead and gone

[Hook]
One in the hand
One in the bag
Bubblin’ (look at you go)
One in the hand
One in the bag
Bubblin’ (look at you go)
Look at the cash
Look at the cash
Bubblin’ (okay you bubblin’)
Look at the cash (look)
Bubblin’ (go)

One in the hand (look)
One in the hand (go)
One in the hand
One in the bag
Bubblin’ (look at you go)
Look at the cash
Look at the cash
Bubblin’ (okay you bubblin’)
Look at the cash (look)
Bubblin’

[Verse 2]
Imma need all the fries you can give me
All the hot sauce, all the pie you can give me
Better be all in that, you don’t have me in the middle
You better be all you can, get high in a minute
Superfly for the Dumbos
[?] like a shuffle
Hit the cadence with my young bitch
Isaac Hayes, Billy Ocean
But the ol’ hoe with the cane stick
Left my slippers at the function
It’s hard to run in Gucci slides
She got that she say you didn’t have a husband
Imma stand no cuckold
Jackie Chan no travel
Can’t kill me with a beat
Blood drippin’ from the cutthroats
No Lord, not me, I can never be the one you wanna stunt for
Money money that machine
Guns spray the Ferragamo store
R.I.P. the times that I was broke
Actin’ like the 9-11 folks
Mad back, lick it clean
Dead prisoners in an envelope
Cookin up [?] waitin for the antidote
Runnin’ outta town
Patience thinner than a pantyhose

[Hook]
One in the hand
One in the bag
Bubblin’ (look at you go)
One in the hand
One in the bag
Bubblin’ (look at you go)
Look at the cash
Look at the cash
Bubblin’ (okay you bubblin’)
Look at the cash (look)
Bubblin’ (go)

One in the hand (look)
One in the hand (go)
One in the hand
One in the bag
Bubblin’ (look at you go)
Look at the cash
Look at the cash
Bubblin’ (okay you bubblin’)
Look at the cash (look)
Bubblin’

Ermal Meta – Non Mi Avete Fatto Niente (feat. Fabrizio Moro) lyrics

[Strofa 1: Ermal Meta]
A Il Cairo non lo sanno che ore sono adesso
Il sole sulla Rambla oggi non è lo stesso
In Francia c’è un concerto, la gente si diverte
Qualcuno canta forte, qualcuno grida “A morte”
A Londra piove sempre ma oggi non fa male
Il cielo non fa sconti neanche a un funerale
A Nizza il mare è rosso di fuochi e di vergogna
Di gente sull’asfalto e sangue nella fogna

[Strofa 2: Fabrizio Moro]
E questo corpo enorme che noi chiamiamo Terra
Ferito nei suoi organi dall’Asia all’Inghilterra
Galassie di persone disperse nello spazio
Ma quello più importante è lo spazio di un abbraccio
Di madri senza figli, di figli senza padri
Di volti illuminati come muri senza quadri
Minuti di silenzio spezzati da una voce
Non mi avete fatto niente

[Ritornello: Ermal Meta]
Non mi avete fatto niente
Non mi avete tolto niente
Questa è la mia vita che va avanti
Oltre tutto, oltre la gente
Non mi avete fatto niente
Non avete avuto niente
Perché tutto va oltre le vostre inutili guerre

[Strofa 3: Fabrizio Moro]
C’è chi si fa la croce, chi prega sui tappeti
Le chiese e le moschee, gli imam e tutti i preti
Ingressi separati della stessa casa
Miliardi di persone che sperano in qualcosa

[Strofa 4: Ermal Meta]
Braccia senza mani, facce senza nomi
Scambiamoci la pelle, in fondo siamo umani
Perché la nostra vita non è un punto di vista
E non esiste bomba pacifista

[Ritornello: Fabrizio Moro]
Non mi avete fatto niente
Non mi avete tolto niente
Questa è la mia vita che va avanti
Oltre tutto, oltre la gente
Non mi avete fatto niente
Non avete avuto niente
Perché tutto va oltre le vostre inutili guerre
Le vostre inutili guerre

[Strofa 5: Ermal Meta & Fabrizio Moro]
Cadranno i grattacieli, le metropolitane
I muri di contrasto alzati per il pane
Ma contro ogni terrore che ostacola il cammino
Il mondo si rialza col sorriso di un bambino
Col sorriso di un bambino
(Col sorriso di un bambino)

[Ritornello: Ermal Meta & Fabrizio Moro]
Non mi avete fatto niente
Non avete avuto niente
Perché tutto va oltre le vostre inutili guerre
Non mi avete fatto niente
Le vostre inutili guerre
Non mi avete tolto niente
Le vostre inutili guerre
Non mi avete fatto niente
Le vostre inutili guerre
Non avete avuto niente
Le vostre inutili guerre

[Outro: Fabrizio Moro & Ermal Meta]
Sono consapevole che tutto più non torna
La felicità volava
Come vola via una bolla

P Money – Kings & Aces Lyrics

[Verse 1: P Money]
My mind is on fire ’cause when I write bars down
I swear to God, I burn the paper
P money merks like a new shape A-Class
So powerful, no hero could save ya
My mind is so creative
It’s like having the thoughts of a scientist and a painter
Out on the roads from day to day still
Make dough like a ba-ba-baker
I keep doing the flows and running the roads
Until my fans spread out across Asia
P Money’s gone, I’m the south side saviour
Can’t catch me, I’m a quick gear changer
Not normal, I’m special like the guy that was born in a manger
Slow down, do yourself a favour
Don’t get due of cheesy like a Quaver
‘Cause I’m hot like your girl’s hair straightner
I know why man wants to be a hater
‘Cause my mixtape’s dope like an action film
And this sick bar is [?]
These bars, they will blaze ya
I will make you wanna change sides like a traitor
You could be fast like a Formula car
I’ll bring the car to a halt like an engine failure

[Hook]
You emcees are wasted
Your flow’s weak and basic
You’ve got us confused
We’re all kings and aces
You emcees are wasted
Your flow’s weak and basic
You’ve got us confused
We’re all kings and aces

[Verse 2: Castro]
Okay, yeah, let me explain something to you fam, yeah, yeah I’m exceptional
So expect nothing but excellence out of this intellectual
C4, he’s controversial
Still underground, not commercial
On the Underground, shotting commercial
More white powder than a box of Percil
When I step in the club, more bums get slapped than a Asda commercial
Hoes jump in the whip and we zoom, zoom, zoom like the Mazda commercial
Straight to the telly, no spitting bars
Straight to the belly, whipping off bras
Gal tried come drink off my Henny and not give me any, she better strip fast

[Hook]
You emcees are wasted
Your flow’s weak and basic
You’ve got us confused
We’re all kings and aces
You emcees are wasted
Your flow’s weak and basic
You’ve got us confused
We’re all kings and aces

[Verse 3: Blacks]
You’re not a bad boy man, I know bad boys
Calm down, why you acting like that?
[?] you don’t act like that
Fake but I won’t say back any fact
It’s me, it’s Blacks, it’s me, it’s Blacks
I’m normal but they think that I’m bad
I’m like “Rah, how fucked is that?”
They just hear me and they reload me back
Don’t even come show with no strap
Make sure [?] are holding
Don’t run out ’cause you’ll be holding
[?]
Lick it down, with your boys all pile up
Blacks is so sick, I bet I get signed up
You’re jack in a box, man don’t get wind up
Are you dumb?

[Hook]
You emcees are wasted
Your flow’s weak and basic
You’ve got us confused
We’re all kings and aces
You emcees are wasted
Your flow’s weak and basic
You’ve got us confused
We’re all kings and aces

[Verse 4: [?]]
Yo, slow down, yeah
Look, I heard your tunes on Logan’s show and all you’re talking about is clapping a tool
Then I done research on your pricks, I find out you ain’t got backs like a stool
I’m on this music ting, I’m gonna take these emcees back into school
Imagine these guys all back into sports, all back in their shorts, all catching a ball
They think I’m slipping, [?] ain’t slipping, [?] ain’t lacking at all
New Year’s Eve, I was in my yard
On my ones, writing bars
You man were having a ball
Spending money and acting a fool
Think I’m talking shit, blud you’re a walking prick, why you acting a fool?

[Hook]
You emcees are wasted
Your flow’s weak and basic
You’ve got us confused
We’re all kings and aces
You emcees are wasted
Your flow’s weak and basic
You’ve got us confused
We’re all kings and aces

[Verse 5: Vortex]
Don’t think I’m not about it, I’ve got [?]
Suck your mum sideways, I’m gonna shout it
I’m about it, about it
How’s this get [?]
I’m a better person [?]
But watch if I flip though
Jump in the skip bro
If you wanna skip bro
Watch how it flips though
[?]
Hammer this big
Justice bit
Blud just spit
[?] (Come outside if you’re bad enough)
Watch me get [?]
[?] will have it, I’ll slap him like magic
Go back to business
‘Cause [?]

[Hook]
You emcees are wasted
Your flow’s weak and basic
You’ve got us confused
We’re all kings and aces
You emcees are wasted
Your flow’s weak and basic
You’ve got us confused
We’re all kings and aces

Big Sean – Inspire Me Lyrics

[Hook]
You do the right thing, you know you inspire me
You do the right thing, you know you inspire me
Can’t go wrong (this one’s for you, you, you)
You do the right thing, you know you inspire me (you, you, you)

[Verse 1]
You tried to keep me away from temptation
Introduced me to The Temptations
Marvin Gaye and Isley Brothers
Dancing so hard the living room shaking
Yeah we dance in the house
My mama’s the man of the house
Mama you too good for them men
Even dad, you too good for him
Mama you know you inspire me
You deserve early retirement
You text me, tell me to take my vitamins
When I got a new love you invite ’em in
When we break up, you don’t like ’em then (no)
Loyal, loyal, swear you super loyal
Worth more to me than striking oil
You deserve the life I’m tryna show ya
I remember all of the sacrifices
Growing up in debt, but never hungry
Rich in everything except money
That’s that faith that you can’t buy
But I buy that new crib, you look right in it
I buy that new car in the color that you like it in
And play my song every single time you drive in it
That’s ’cause you inspired it (yeah)

[Hook]
You do the right thing, you know you inspire me
You do the right thing, you know you inspire me
Can’t go wrong, wrong, wrong
You do the right thing, you know you inspire me

[Verse 2]
I know it’s hard to get me on the line
I’m busy like every other time
Since I got a house in that other town
You wonder when I’ma come around
I know you worry about me
I give you attitude like, “Don’t worry ’bout it”
Don’t hit ya up like I don’t care about you
But I hold you down, I swear I got you
I know I got problems communicating
I probably should’ve went to school
And got that degree in communications
I should be with you on vacation
I should take you where you should be taken
Asia, Africa, Dubai, anything you want, I do buy
Just want you to know I do try
To take care of ya, mama you the one, you the one
You the moon, you the stars, you the sun
I’m so happy I’m your son
I’m so happy I’m your son
You love me since day one
Since before day one
So before the day’s done
I gotta, gotta let you know

[Hook]
You do the right thing, you know you inspire me
You do the right thing, you know you inspire me
Can’t go wrong, wrong, wrong
You do the right thing, you know you inspire me

[Outro]
Look, mama, you know you inspire me
If I ever made you not feel like it, then this is my apology
So sorry, look, dear mama you know your son shine for ya
I’m Sean for ya, my lady
Don’t you ever let ’em talk to you crazy
Anything for the fam, how you raise me
I’m yo baby but you still my baby
Ayy

Russ – The Best Party

[Verse]
Honolulu views sippin on some fresh guava
Bumping always knew and thinkin’ ’bout my next comma
I put my thoughts into the world until they come true
You chase women I’m the one that they run to
"Russ moves smart this is something you could learn from"
Rappers pay attention maybe you can finally earn something
Low overhead, I don’t need other people
Cause everybody on my team is two other people
Multi-faceted
I remember imagining livin’ how I’m livin’
Now everything is extravagant
Jets rolexs, new women, new deals
Can’t let the fake game try to tell you who’s real
Cause they gon’ try to but you gotta see through shit
You don’t have to sell your soul, I’m the proof
This is millionaire weed, kush like Regis
I sound like an angel and I look like Jesus
That’s what the women tell me
Fuck it imma run with it
You ain’t gonna get the throne back until I’m done with it
Money flow like water, yea I’m getting Fiji checks
I’m huge in Honolulu, no wonder why Kiki (Waikiki) left
I’m detached from anything y’all attached too
I’m in n out with my groupies like fast food
Who’s the greatest say Russ when they ask you
I sell out shows quick enough to always add two
I laugh too cause some promoters are slackin
But shoutout Cara Lewis always gets me a backend
Meaning you can sleep but we got that covered
You blew up in the spring and you were gone that summer
Money at my feet life’s a cake walk
They love me out in Asia you would think I made K Pop
Too many j kwons, not enough Raekwon’s
Rappers use the same beat and flow and make the same song
I swear the last few months have been the best few months
I can’t wait to see what happens in the next few months
And I can tell you only come around when success does
You only check for me when a check does
Ten blunts couldn’t get you higher than me
Cause I’m high off becoming what I aspired to be
You outdated like shirts by Ed Hardy
You know they always show up late to the best party