ATL

24hrs – Number4 Lyrics

Yeah
12AM in ATL, I’m laid up at the doubletree
Ashley and Stephanie keep sayin’ that they lovin’ me
I like bitches that get money, I guess I am picky
Told her can kiss on me ’cause I can’t get no hickey
I f*ck with the ass, but I like titties, boy like 2Chainz
I got fifty thousand, I won’t f*ck it off in blue flames
I want permanent teeth, so I can feel like Stunna
I bought Birkens for my bitch, so I can feel like Gunna
She want brand new Dior, she said, "Can she get the runners?"
I feel that she been loyal, she might make it to the summer

What you keep blowin’ up my number for?
You at Mickey D’s, you want a number 4, oh
This thing is spacey, you ain’t drove the Wraithy, oh
f*cked this little thing that work at Macy’s, eww (Yeah)
What you keep blowin’ up my number for?
You at Mickey D’s, you want a number 4, oh
This thing is spacey, you ain’t drove the Wraithy, oh
f*cked this little thing that work at Macy’s, eww (Yeah)

Then we hit the Waffle House

Twenty sauce ya bitch, she run the Waffle House (Waffle House)
I f*cked you and your friend, hell you talking bout? (Talking bout)
40 Glock like DJ, uh, it walk ’em out (Walk ’em out)
12AM in ATL, yeah we kiki (Yeah, we kiki)
She got that lil condo right out Peachtree (right out Peachtree)
Rollie on me, I feel just like Big Meech (Like Big Meech)
All these percs gon’ f*ck up lil kidneys (My kidneys)
The way I smoke the GT, need a chimney
I’ve been mixin’ red with the simply
I just got some head in the Bentley
I just got some head in the Bentley

What you keep blowin’ up my number for?
You at Mickey D’s, you want a number 4, oh
This thing is spacey, you ain’t drove the Wraithy, oh
f*cked this little thing that work at Macy’s, eww (Yeah)
What you keep blowin’ up my number for?
You at Mickey D’s, you want a number 4, oh
This thing is spacey, you ain’t drove the Wraithy, oh
f*cked this little thing that work at Macy’s

Future – Tricks on Me Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Just got a call from my mom
Tellin’ me what the lawyer was sayin’
About the lawsuit
I thought they had had that down, yeah

[Verse 1]
Big money shit, baby, I just bought a new six, baby
Flintstone in my ears, pissed on my wrist, baby
This song just mutilated, everything decapitated
Deep on new relations, just gotta be brand related
Ain’t no sellin’ out, no tradin’, so you gotta be gang related
Pop stylin’ this shit for my shottas incarcerated
Rockstar this shit, a street star, I stay in Quentin
Pop stylin’ this shit, how you get the high maintenance one?
How she gon’ take my love and give it away like it ain’t nothin’ to her?
How you gon’ judge my plugs, not take what I never did off of me?
Hawaiian surfin’ on the thick one to the PJ
I can just imagine the pain on Bankroll PJ
Murder murder, broad day, I got tears, I can’t let ’em out
I can’t take it, I can’t take it no more, I’m ’bout to spaz out
I’m good on deposits but I gotta have a stash house
I see you bein’ greedy and I gotta work my ass off
I chief on gas house, until I pass out
Rollin’ in a Phantom, came with an umbrella
Survive the trenches, it’s on me the day I walk through it
Here done came Pluto, I’ma drip all through it (Icy)
I was lettin’ the shit I can’t control destroy me
It was goin’ too deep for you, baby, pardon me
I tried to treat that shit just like a party
I’ma feel weak if I tell you sorry

[Pre-Chorus]
Gotta be a genius, gotta be extraordinary
Gotta plant seeds, nigga, like a florist
I’m Future Hendrix but I’m not a guitarist
I could’ve be starvin’, I’m fortunate

[Chorus]
Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me
Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me
Could it be my ex playin’ tricks on me?
Someone that’s jealous playin’ tricks on me
Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ
Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
​iPad high maintenance, everything’s unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, nothing’s got temporary

[Verse 2]
Rockstar in this shit, like a popstar in this shit, yeah
Tryna forget the way they did to Bankroll Fresh, gettin’ harder
Seen his son at my little boy birthday party, it was harder
The streets of the ATL don’t respect nothin’ but shottas
Had to look the other way, could be the other way
Hit Yung Mazi up, that was in the broad day
I popped two Xans and I been sleep all day
(Let’s go, let’s go)

[Pre-Chorus]
I was lettin’ the shit I can’t control destroy me
Everything’s too deep for you, my nigga, pardon me
I’m Future Hendrix but I’m not a guitarist (Super)
I could’ve be starvin’, I’m fortunate

[Chorus]
Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me (I’m so fuckin’ hurt)
Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me (Maybe my mind)
Could it be my ex playin’ tricks on me?
Someone that’s jealous playin’ tricks on me (Someone that’s jealous, I know, I know)
Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ
Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
​iPad high maintenance, everything’s unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, nothing’s got temporary

Dice SoHo – Regardless lyrics

[Hook]
Fuck What they talking about
Fuck What they talking about
I know that they hating on me
But I’m gone get money regardless
Fuck all the bitches, regardless
Imma do my thing regardless
Ride for my niggas regardless
All of my diamonds is flawless
And all of my bitches is flawless
We getting cheddar regardless
(Regardless)
Fuck what they talking about
Fuck what they talking about
Fuck what they talking about
Fuck what they talking about
Cause I’m gone get money regardless
Fuck all the bitches, regardless
Imma do my thing regardless

[Verse 1]
Fuck what they talking about
Bitches gone love me regardless
Fuck me and suck me regardless
And do what i tell them regardless
If they around me, they bosses
I can’t take no more loses
Naked bitches in my office
My ring and my rollie is platinum
But my chain rose gold like rick ross’s
Fuck is you saying?
I be mix matching everything
Bought a bitch a plane ticket
Now the bitch asking for a wedding ring
Hoe you is out your fucking mind
Matter fact you out of line
Give a fuck if she a dime
I can never love a hoe
Cause I’m in love with dollar signs

[Hook]
I know that they hating on me
But I’m gone get money regardless
Fuck all the bitches, regardless
Imma do my thing regardless
Ride for my niggas regardless
All of my diamonds is flawless
And all of my bitches is flawless
We getting cheddar regardless
(Regardless)
Fuck what they talking about
Fuck what they talking about
Fuck what they talking about
Fuck what they talking about
Cause I’m gone get money regardless
Fuck all the bitches, regardless
Imma do my thing regardless

[Verse 2]
Just took my ice out the freezer
If i fuck her imma leave her
I got bitches on bitches
So you can have her, i don’t need her
She pulling on my chain
I asked her for some brain
I don’t even know her name
We in ATL magic
Walked in with a stack and made it hurricane
Phone going off like a beeper
I get higher than the stars
She never hung with a star
I get her higher than mars
Driving in a foreign car
Lot of new hundreds, they blue
Probably cop another crib, probably cop another coop

[Hook]
I know that they hating on me
But I’m gone get money regardless
Fuck all the bitches, regardless
Imma do my thing regardless
Ride for my niggas regardless
All of my diamonds is flawless
And all of my bitches is flawless
We getting cheddar regardless
(Regardless)
Fuck what they talking about
Fuck what they talking about
Fuck what they talking about
Fuck what they talking about
Cause I’m gone get money regardless
Fuck all the bitches, regardless
Imma do my thing regardless

OBLADAET – FASHION TV (feat. ATL) lyrics

[Припев: OBLADAET]
Давно не виделись, но ты нашёл повод
Спросил, что нового, да я во всем новом
Я во всем новом, во всем новом
Я во всем новом, слышишь, во всем новом

[Куплет 1: OBLADAET]
У тебя свой взгляд? Тебя не спросили
Мы живём красиво: мы в России
Молюсь за культуру, Господь, спаси нас
Всем нужна пара, мне от Raf Simons
И дай стимул забраться наверх, будто Годзилла, мне под силу
Я сверхчеловек, тело в пластинах, да и просто классный, будто Барт Симпсон
У меня нет слов
Ты без билетов, но знай своё место
Монохром на теле – это дресскод
И мне не грустно – это стресс, бро
У вас нет вкуса, понятно с виду
Не шмот от Kanye – это рваный свитер
Куда заплыл ты, уже столько литров
Я поднял планку – танцуем лимбо
Всегда на чистом
Какие чувства? Вся суть в числах
Я надел черное и все чинно
Как одел черного Рубчинский
Это город мостов
Попал на развод, и не скоро восход
Твое сердце в пятки, будто Comme Des Garcons
А я глас народа, будто главный масон
Уже в горле комом
Сбежал будто Бэйн и мой город Готэм
Я сплю днем, пока вы по работам
Она хочет мой альбом, флоу – феромоны
Куш нам сулит, кэш на цепи
На мне новые Yohji – фреш нацепил
Я каждый день вижу фэшн убийства
Но без ящика – это Fashion TV

[Припев: OBLADAET]
Давно не виделись, но ты нашёл повод
Спросил, что нового, да я во всем новом
Я во всем новом, я во – я во всем новом
Я во всем новом, во всем новом
Давно не виделись, но ты нашёл повод
Спросил, что нового, да я во всем новом
Я во всем новом, я во – я во всем новом
Я во всем новом, во всем новом

[Куплет 2: ATL]
Зубной щетки ворс вотри в подошвы чётеньких Y-3
Мой кислотный дом как bad trip, хули нам твой брэнд – это понты
Снова белоснежный белый-белый дым так приятно втащит тебе под дых
Отражаем свет, как 3M, в зрачках шире черной дыры
В темных тонах тут сечём мы – “Ночной дозор” с откидным мечом
Нам души вряд ли освятит свечой, но оставаться белым во всём черном
Мы Code Red’им, и тихо-тихо так в полубреде я дико-дико дам
Свой куплетик, KarmaKoma.com, и точка
Ребята слагают стихи в полголоса и чертят Adidas’а полосы
Дабы навечно оставаться в тонусе, чертят Adidas’а полосы
Бонусы, бонусы, бонусы, за этот трэш
Доспехи Бога блеснут на солнце, хищный Lacoste прикроет плешь
А ты посмотри, как стильно я не брит, почувствуй, как стильно я вонюч
Как завещал мне Laser B, здесь все умрут, а я изумруд
И вы мрёте так стильно: Suicide Mouse тут как тут
И как ни крути, но здесь все умрут, а я изумруд

[Припев: OBLADAET]
Давно не виделись, но ты нашёл повод
Спросил, что нового, да я во всем новом
Я во всем новом, я во – я во всем новом
Я во всем новом, во всем новом
Давно не виделись, но ты нашёл повод
Спросил, что нового, да я во всем новом
Я во всем новом, я во – я во всем новом
Я во всем новом, во всем новом

Slim Jxmmi – Juggling Biddies (feat. Riff 3x) lyrics

[Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
Zaytoven
Ayy, Sremmlife!
Man, I’m fucked up see me muthafucka’
Slim Jxmmi!

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Man, this morning I woke up on some player shit
Mission of the day – slay a bitch
I’m getting to the bank, can’t fake that shit
I don’t even keep a wallet ‘cause the cake don’t fit (woo)
Man the hate don’t quit (woo), so I ain’t gon’ quit (never)
All my niggas want to win, we’ll take that shit
Don’t know what the record is, but we gon’ break that shit (huh?)
And we don’t need no fuckin’ break we stay awake for that grip, yeah
We stay awake and go get it (go get it)
Uh, I gotta shine on these bitches
I’ma prolly get the SL lifted (get it lifted)
‘Cause I don’t think the 24’s gon’ fit it (shh)
My double cup dizzy (shh)
I’m pro with the ticket (shh)
Imagine a line I got these girls in here strippin’ (take it off)
ATL, Georgia we in the muthafuckin’ city (wassup)
VIP flooded we in it big with Zaytiggy (Zaytiggy)

[Chorus: Riff 3x and Slim Jxmmi]
Uh, okay
Jugglin’ biddies (woo, get money)
(You know me) Jugglin’ biddies (yuh, I’ma do it)
(Uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, whoa, what you doin’?) Jugglin’ biddies
(Yah, ayy, ayy) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, yuh, okay) Jugglin’ biddies
(I got your bitch, she fiendin’, uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(I’m comin’ through the crib) Okay, Jugglin’ biddies (uh, woo)

[Verse 2: Riff 3x]
Woke up early on some gangsta shit (gangsta shit)
Told my bitch to bend it over and take the dick (take the dick)
Gotta get it by all means, that’s why I chase them nigs
Cigarillo full of kush (woo), and I look like a light
Keep it fresh like a mint when I ride behind tint
I used to dream about ballin’, now I swish on you hoes
I went and got me a bag (woo, woo) and draped my body in gold
Sold my soul to a pot ‘cause I’m re-rockin’ them Os
I stay down and committed, that’s why I die by the pennies
I been hustlin’ all night (ugh), tryna get me a milli
Got the people strappin’ all time when you be dealin’ (yeah)
‘Cause niggas get in they feelings (woo)
When they ain’t ’bout they business (that right)

[Chorus: Riff 3x and Slim Jxmmi]
Uh, okay
Jugglin’ biddies (woo, get money)
(You know me) Jugglin’ biddies (yuh, I’ma do it)
(Uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, whoa, what you doin’?) Jugglin’ biddies
(Yah, ayy, ayy) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, yuh, okay) Jugglin’ biddies
(I got your bitch, she fiendin’, uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(I’m comin’ through the crib) Okay, Jugglin’ biddies (uh)

Future – Homicide (feat. Snoop Dogg) lyrics

[Hook: Future and Snoop Dogg]
You say you wanna take a ride? Get in
I grew up on that other side, getting it in
You niggas selling a bunch of pies, snatch a Benz
I heard you say it’s going down, I’m going in
Go tell ’em it’s a homicide (murder)
Go tell ’em it’s a homicide (murder, murder)
Go tell ’em it’s a homicide (murder, murder)
Go tell ’em it’s a homicide, ya ya

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Fighting, shooting, killing, riding
Cripping, tripping, spitting fye
In the kitchen, baking pies
Taking mines, making mines
Yellow tape, black gun
Fill it with them hollow shells
And leave the scene bloody
Buddy can’t nobody tell
Catch a plane to the ATL
Lay low in a cheap motel
Whatever suits ya
And get a few thangs from my cousin Future
Now I’m back on and popping like
Trapping, rapping in the cut
Talk shit, I fuck you up
They don’t recognize who I am or where I’m from
So I hit the strip club banging 20 Crip cause
Treble with the bass, put that thang up in yo shavening
And leave yo body bleeding on the pavement

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Future]
Open up that fye
You gotta question a nigga standing next to you, cut him off
I grew up on the side you gotta make yourself a boss
Niggas’ll shit on you any chance they get
Cross you out on a lick
If you ain’t ready for the ending then quit
It’s a dirty world, you gotta get your hands dirty
I’m going for the title with my hands on the rifle
I put in the same work you put in, survival
Looking at my rival, they looking suicidal
Keep them bodies off wax, I can spot a rat
Let the play, brrrat!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Future]
Slang a bunch of packs, and go and snatch a Benzo
I played them streets as a young nigga, ain’t never liked Nintendo
Them gangstas in the yard, them my motherfucking kinfolk
They’ll kidnap you and yo broad (in broad) daylight, no pretendo
I grew up ’round a bunch of monsters, call that pressure on ya
Be so scared for ya life, you call the police on ya
You ready say you ready
You gon’ starve or you want fetti? Yo life’ll change a second
Good or bad, don’t open yo mouth, make sure you shut it
Ain’t no telling who listening, make a wise decision
I’m from ‘cross the tracks, like Boosie
If you ride, you better know who shooting

[Hook]

Jamila Woods – LSD (feat. Chance The Rapper)

[Verse 1: Jamila Woods]
A body of water inside me
Reminds me of oceans, though I’ve never known one
I’m born by a cold one
It’s only a small one compared
To the coast, I prefer it to most
I like water that don’t burn my eyes when they open
I won’t let you get inside
My city like my skin, it’s so pretty
If you don’t like it, just leave it alone

[Pre-Hook: Jamila Woods]
You gotta love me like I love the lake
You wanna love me, better love the lake
You gotta love me like I love the lake
You wanna love me, better love the lake
You didn’t think I really had it like that
You ain’t think we really had it like that
You didn’t think I really had it like that
Matter fact, we can swim in it
I know you wanna get in it
[Hook: Jamila Woods]
Get on the highway, highway, baby
You’ll get in my way, my way, baby
See, we can fly away, fly away, baby
And we don’t ever leave the ground
No, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]
This here ain’t for no Vice doc
This here ain’t for no Spike op
But since I was one like a cyclops
I run up some stairs on a bike cop
I shake up some hands on the right block
Block club president, night watch
My niggas was real when the mic dropped
I put ’em in my will like a bike lock
Got family in Gary and STL, I got cousins in Milwaukee
I got family in Detroit and ATL, I got an auntie that steal our Wii
We the number one gentrified
Run inside, gimme my land, the new Chi tits’ perky
Face lift and makeshift spaces
Invest the rest in a number 25 Knicks jersey
Grass is greener in Pasadena or Catalina by the water
Where the overlap between bullet holes and backpacks couldn’t be farther
And I’m supposed to father my daughter?
She the princess in the dragon’s lair
I’m a dragon slayer, I can’t fly away
This on hide away, I gotta find a way

[Hook: Jamila Woods]
Get on the highway, highway, baby
You’ll get in my way, my way, baby
See, we can fly away, fly away, baby
And we don’t ever leave the ground
No, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no

[Outro: Jamila Woods]
I will never leave you
I’m everything you made me
Even when you break me down
The water always saves me
I could never leave you
I’m only what you make me
Even though you break my heart
The water’s gonna save me

Do no wrong – Hustle Gang feat. T.I. lyrics

Lyrics Hustle Gang – Do no wrong

Do no wrong, do no wrooong, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, yeah no matter how you .. it, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong
Me and my kin do no wrooong
Me and my kin do no wrooong (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Go and ask the city for the song
Me and my kin do no wrooong, do no wrooong.

I just recreate it when I’m on, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sat back and contemplate it, when I’m on, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just did this s**t how I want
The only way I knew that, was when I’m on, yeah, yeah, yeah
Scan off with the latest
Pool party with the A-list
Feeling so innovative
Breaking bread with .. faces
Surrounded by all my day ones, only way that I feel the safest
Alexander MCqueen, .., no laces
I’m picking up the tab, quick payment
I’m tryna make it out of the basement
Another headshot for a racist
A bad thot running ’round the bases
.. ain’t save her
.. joined .. , could you blame her?
How we livin’ changing
It ain’t been same since .. came in.

Do no wrong, do no wrooong, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, yeah no matter how you .. it, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong
Me and my kin do no wrooong versuri-lyrics.info
Me and my kin do no wrooong (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Go and ask the city for the song
Me and my kin do no wrooong, do no wrooong.

Yeah, uh, tryna roll me up a M
Tell the b***h, give me a backwood
Tryna get a little head
Ooh, ooh, ooh, that’ good
You want war with Dro, you gotta .. me tho
13 h**s in my ratio
All I want is Felacio (That’s head)
Hoe sit down, ..
Top 5 and I’m not dead
Drop head in this drop ..
I ain’t pimping, bih excuse me
Hoe, you must’ve been mislead (Hold up)
While i’m sipping this ..
Switch shirts ’till I ..
You smoke too much, give my blunt back (Give it)
ATL, we won’t stand that
Your b***h bad, we extend that (F**k her)
Pipe a .., we extend that
We gon’ drag the hoe up and down, side to side and front to back
Walk around with them Louis on
Bryce, get your boy groupie home
Tech .. out with that cooler on me
Bow bow, get it moving homie.

Do no wrong, do no wrooong, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, yeah no matter how you .. it, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong
Me and my kin do no wrooong
Me and my kin do no wrooong (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Go and ask the city for the song
Me and my kin do no wrooong, do no wrooong.

Hold up, hold up, turn up and .., turn up and ..
Turn up and .., turn up and ..
Ain’t nun’ but exotics, ain’t nun’ but exotics
Guns in my palace, guns in my palace
Nothin’ but hundreds, nothin’ but hundreds and thousands, I stack it
Ten thousand, I stack it and holler my gunner
Holler my gunner, stay on automatic, stay on automatic
But we don’t give no damn, don’t give no damn
Don’t give no f**k, don’t give no f**k
Pull up on your block, pull up on your block
And wet that hoe up, and wet that hoe up
In a new Bentley truck, a new Bentley truck
Pocket full of that .., full of that ..
Soon as I pull up, your hoe wanna give me her number
Dropping the top on my dawn (Yeah)
Look like we dead in the summer
Long live Peanut Da Don
We come from the trenches, the gutter
Yeah, another shoutout to my brother
Making a sucker take cover
Quarter million, we stuff in the duffel
We can’t do no wrooong, ’cause they love us
The city, they love us, for real.

Do no wrong, do no wrooong, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, yeah no matter how you .. it, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong
Me and my kin do no wrooong
Me and my kin do no wrooong (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Go and ask the city for the song
Me and my kin do no wrooong, do no wrooonggg.
Hustle Gang lyrics
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Trinidad James – Di$respectful

[Verse: Trinidad James]
Issues happen just like every day
Bitches want a bigger pay
Never been a tricking type of nigga so baby girl you gone have to wait
Baby girl you going to have to wait [x2]
Wait to get your hair did
Wait to get you them titties done
Buy the bitch a brand new car
Grateful bitch want another one
I, not the nigga bitch watch how you talk to me
I’m not the nigga
If we not fucking or texting please do not bother me
My hair to long to go for that
My dick to good to go for that
They made me ask a bitch to ask a bitch who the fuck you barking at (Woof!)
All my bitches forking at
Pussy Snatcher biting back
She is known to get you for your cash
Then she get you for your cash
Trinidad a wicked man
Wikipedia next to dad
In the dictionary next to PIMP!
Encyclopedia by God!
Get that nigga out your momma crib
Go in stiffing your momma’s ribs
Giving Giving her the Boom Boom right in front of all your momma kids
She give Back to me Boom Boom Boomshakalaka on a nigga dick
Rollie screaming out how you doing
Pinky ring screaming Hallelujah
Yeezy cost a couple thousand couldn’t fit em but a nigga just had to do it
Who the fuck you think I am [x2]
A scary nigga, scary nigga
Where the fuck you think I’m from
T&T to ATL
I got the key to give em hell
Its the deacon church ring the bells
Bring my Lucci wish me well
Hope you make it, hope you fail
Hope you need em, Hope you beg
Hope you never go Wayyy up! on a nigga
Hope a nigga get Sprayyed up or they get em
Cause all these niggas snitching mane
And all the bitches too
And all these lame niggas cool now
Cause the tax scam came through
And all these bitches popping now
Cause they ass shots got em cute
I ain’t sucking with none of you niggas
I ain’t dealing with none of you bitches
Stop expecting shit, respect my shit
Disrespect my shit, I split your shit
Go to jail pay the bail
Get back out a realer nigga
And an OG tricked with Louis Gloves
Dabbing at your hoe
On my move in the living room, baby daddy at the door
Bust a nut out the back door he ain’t even know it
Your baby momma is a porn star nigga we ain’t even show it
(Dad! Dad!)
Your baby momma is a porn star nigga we ain’t even show it
(Damn! Dad!)

2 Chainz, Trey Songz, Ty Dolla $ign & The Trap Choir – It’s A Vibe (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, hahaha
Yeah, ooh
Yah

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Trey Songz]
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
Yeah, uh (that’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
It’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe, yeah (that’s a vibe)
Yeah, yeah (that’s a vibe)
Oh that’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
Oh it’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe, that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
That’s a vibe, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, that’s a vibe
She wanna vibe
That’s a vibe
This shit vibe, yeah, yeah
Late night
Oh it’s a vibe
Let me slide
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
Dim the lights
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah
Get high
It’s a vibe, oh it’s a vibe, yeah

[Verse 2: Trey Songz & 2 Chainz]
It’s a vibe
Don’t you like?
Your pussy drippin’
Gushin’, drippin’ down your thighs
It’s a vibe
Get high
Diggin’ deep while I’m lookin’ in your eyes
Vibe is the realest
I know you feel it (yah)
It’s a vibe (vibe)
Different vibe
This my vibe, nigga
All the bitches like it

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Okay, so I got the ambiance just where I want it (yeah)
And if you get paid, it’s solely based on your performance (TRU)
My ego is enormous like my crib in California (hmm)
If you ain’t got no heart, man you gonna need a donor
Now I said I’m from the corner of the ATL (yah)
Where we got that clientele, avoid paper trails (right)
Broke so many bales down that I’m shell shocked (bow)
I held Glocks, sold rocks by the mailbox (ooh)
Got a vibe, make a yellow chick turn her neck (alright)
Got a vibe, make a cougar wanna spend a check (check)
Got a vibe, make an Asian want hibachi (hibachi)
Got a vibe, make Italian want Versace (Versace)
Carbon copies get declined, I’m the pioneer
Beat that pussy up, I need riot gear
Any volunteers?
Gas in a Ziploc, now that’s loud and clear
This one outta here, this is our year

[Verse 4: Jhené Aiko]
That’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
Oh that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
That’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
It’s a vibe
Am I your type?
Pussy tight
Maybe I’ll spend the night, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
Bust it, bust it wide
This the type of shit I like, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
It’s a vibe, yeah, yeah, yeah

2 Chainz – It’s A Vibe (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Trey Songz & Jhené Aiko)

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, hahaha
Yeah, ooh
Yah

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Trey Songz]
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
Yeah, uh (that’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
It’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe, yeah (that’s a vibe)
Yeah, yeah (that’s a vibe)
Oh that’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
Oh it’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe, that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
That’s a vibe, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, that’s a vibe
She wanna vibe
That’s a vibe
This shit vibe, yeah, yeah
Late night
Oh it’s a vibe
Let me slide
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
Dim the lights
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah
Get high
It’s a vibe, oh it’s a vibe, yeah

[Verse 2: Trey Songz & 2 Chainz]
It’s a vibe
Don’t you like?
Your pussy drippin’
Gushin’, drippin’ down your thighs
It’s a vibe
Get high
Diggin’ deep while I’m lookin’ in your eyes
Vibe is the realest
I know you feel it (yah)
It’s a vibe (vibe)
Different vibe
This my vibe, nigga
All the bitches like it

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Okay, so I got the ambiance just where I want it (yeah)
And if you get paid, it’s solely based on your performance (TRU)
My ego is enormous like my crib in California (hmm)
If you ain’t got no heart, man you gonna need a donor
Now I said I’m from the corner of the ATL (yah)
Where we got that clientele, avoid paper trails (right)
Broke so many bales down that I’m shell shocked (bow)
I held Glocks, sold rocks by the mailbox (ooh)
Got a vibe, make a young chick turn her neck (alright)
Got a vibe, make a cougar wanna spend a check (check)
Got a vibe, make an Asian want hibachi (hibachi)
Got a vibe, make Italian want Versace (Versace)
Carbon copies get declined, I’m the pioneer
Beat that pussy up, I need riot gear
Any volunteers?
Gas in a Ziploc, now that’s loud and clear
This one outta here, this is our year

[Verse 4: Jhené Aiko]
That’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
Oh that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
That’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
It’s a vibe
Am I your type?
Pussy tight
Maybe I’ll spend the night, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
Bust it, bust it wide
This the type of shit I like, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
It’s a vibe, yeah, yeah, yeah

2 CHAINZ – It’s A Vibe lyrics

Yeah, hahaha
Yeah, ooh
Yah

That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
Yeah, uh (that’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
It’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe, yeah (that’s a vibe)
Yeah, yeah (that’s a vibe)
Oh that’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
Oh it’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe, that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
That’s a vibe, yeah (that’s a vibe)
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, that’s a vibe
She wanna vibe
That’s a vibe
This shit vibe, yeah, yeah
Late night
Oh it’s a vibe
Let me slide
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
Dim the lights
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah
Get high
It’s a vibe, oh it’s a vibe, yeah

It’s a vibe
Don’t you like?
Your pussy drippin’
Gushin’, drippin’ down your thighs
It’s a vibe
Get high
Diggin’ deep while I’m lookin’ in your eyes
Vibe is the realest
I know you feel it (yah)
It’s a vibe (vibe)
Different vibe
This my vibe, nigga
All the bitches like it

Okay, so I got the ambiance just where I want it (yeah)
And if you get paid, it’s solely based on your performance (tru)
My ego is enormous like my crib in California (hmm)
If you ain’t got no heart, man you gonna need a donor
Now I said I’m from the corner of the ATL (yah)
Where we got that clientele, avoid paper trails (right)
Broke so many bales down that I’m shell shocked (bow)
A hell Glock, sold rocks by the mailbox (ooh)
Still got a vibe, make a young chick turn her neck (alright)
Got a vibe, make a cougar wanna spend a check (check)
Got a vibe, make an Asian want hibachi (hibachi)
Got a vibe, Italian want Versace (Versace)
Carbon copies get declined, I’m the pioneer
Beat that pussy up, I need riot gear
Any volunteers?
Gas in a Ziploc, now that’s loud and clear
This one outta here
This is our year

That’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
Oh that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
That’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
It’s a vibe
Am I your type?
Pussy tight
Maybe I’ll spend the night, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
Bust it, bust it wide
This the type of shit I like, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
It’s a vibe, yeah, yeah, yeah

2 Chainz – It’s A Vibe (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Trey Songz & Jhene Aiko)

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, hahaha
Yeah, ooh
Yah

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Trey Songz]
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
Yeah, uh (that’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
It’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe, yeah (that’s a vibe)
Yeah, yeah (that’s a vibe)
Oh that’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
Oh it’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe, that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
That’s a vibe, yeah (that’s a vibe)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, that’s a vibe
She wanna vibe
That’s a vibe
This shit vibe, yeah, yeah
Late night
Oh it’s a vibe
Let me slide
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
Dim the lights
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah
Get high
It’s a vibe, oh it’s a vibe, yeah

[Verse 2: Trey Songz & 2 Chainz]
It’s a vibe
Don’t you like?
Your pussy drippin’
Gushin’, drippin’ down your thighs
It’s a vibe
Get high
Diggin’ deep while I’m lookin’ in your eyes
Vibe is the realest
I know you feel it (yah)
It’s a vibe (vibe)
Different vibe
This my vibe, nigga
All the bitches like it

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Okay, so I got the ambiance just where I want it (yeah)
And if you get paid, it’s solely based on your performance (tru)
My ego is enormous like my crib in California (hmm)
If you ain’t got no heart, man you gonna need a donor
Now I said I’m from the corner of the ATL (yah)
Where we got that clientele, avoid paper trails (right)
Broke so many bales down that I’m shell shocked (bow)
A hell Glock, sold rocks by the mailbox (ooh)
Still got a vibe, make a young chick turn her neck (alright)
Got a vibe, make a cougar wanna spend a check (check)
Got a vibe, make an Asian want hibachi (hibachi)
Got a vibe, Italian want Versace (Versace)
Carbon copies get declined, I’m the pioneer
Beat that pussy up, I need riot gear
Any volunteers?
Gas in a Ziploc, now that’s loud and clear
This one outta here
This is our year

[Verse 4: Jhené Aiko]
That’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
Oh that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
That’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
It’s a vibe
Am I your type?
Pussy tight
Maybe I’ll spend the night, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
Bust it, bust it wide
This the type of shit I like, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
It’s a vibe, yeah, yeah, yeah

Scotty ATL – Top Drop (feat. Curren$y) (Smokin On My Own Strain Mixtape)

[Chorus]
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
In and out of lanes dripping drops of paint
Cheeseballs, Dana Dane’s, smoking my own strain
Some of the trillest in the game who still remain
Mentally independent the last lyricist the original track flippers
The booth was in the bathroom, front room where the homies engineered
Your friends couldn’t talk until your rap was through
What you know about, going in for the win, going all the way out
I done unlocked the fence, and I let the dogs out
Some squares tucking they broads now, don’t want to lose your world
After investing so much, but they belong to the game don’t none of ’em belong to us
I had a couple rolled up when I rolled up
Rolex out the window of a super sport Nova
I did a burnout it look like the tires exploded
I’m holding, but that’s like everyday if you know me

[Chorus]
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop
Window down, top drop

[Verse 2: Scotty ATL]
Window down, top drop
Nigga gon’ get my guap
In and out of traffic like a nigga playing hopscotch
Tryna make the block rock, tryna find the soft spot
In my heart too much pain, crying on my guap like
Tears of joy, damn I’m proud of myself
Came out the motherfucking mud, that’s my cellphone
Checks, Cool Club, lames get no love
What you saying lil homie?
I kiss my cross for my dead lil homie
Saw a shooting star yesterday, felt God was speaking
Walk in the bank with that bag, the reefer wreaking
Had to let my nuts hang a little, new territory
Was scared for me, momma I made it
Went from spam in the can, to sea bass on plates
30 minutes in the dealership, new paper plates
My windows down, my wheels rolling like skates
ATL, New Orleans, straight drop, we pushing Wraiths

[Chorus]
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop
Window down, top drop

Scotty ATL – Top Drop (feat. Curren$Y)

[Chorus]
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
In and out of lanes dripping drops of paint
Cheeseballs, Dana Dane’s, smoking my own strain
Some of the trillest in the game who still remain
Mentally independent the last lyricist the original track flippers
The booth was in the bathroom, front room where the homies engineered
Your friends couldn’t talk until your rap was through
What you know about, going in for the win, going all the way out
I done unlocked the fence, and I let the dogs out
Some squares tucking they broads now, don’t want to lose your world
After investing so much, but they belong to the game don’t none of ’em belong to us
I had a couple rolled up when I rolled up
Rolex out the window of a super sport Nova
I did a burnout it look like the tires exploded
I’m holding, but that’s like everyday if you know me

[Chorus]
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop
Window down, top drop

[Verse 2: Scotty ATL]
Window down, top drop
Nigga gon’ get my guap
In and out of traffic like a nigga playing hopscotch
Tryna make the block rock, tryna find the soft spot
In my heart too much pain, crying on my guap like
Tears of joy, damn I’m proud of myself
Came out the motherfucking mud, that’s my cellphone
Checks, Cool Club, lames get no love
What you saying lil homie?
I kiss my cross for my dead lil homie
Saw a shooting star yesterday, felt God was speaking
Walk in the bank with that bag, the reefer wreaking
Had to let my nuts hang a little, new territory
Was scared for me, momma I made it
Went from spam in the can, to sea bass on plates
30 minutes in the dealership, new paper plates
My windows down, my wheels rolling like skates
ATL, New Orleans, straight drop, we pushing Wraiths

[Chorus]
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop
Window down, top drop

Chris Brown – Party Lyrics

[Intro: Usher & Chris Brown]
Oh, hey
Yeah, it’s Breezy
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Bitches dancin’ naked in my livin’ room
She straight out of college, just turned 22
Girl, get your money up, I ain’t even mad at you
Got you all on me, makin’ these niggas catchin’ attitudes
Tell ’em don’t start it, my niggas retarded
Fuck the judge and the sentence, huh, I got a good lawyer
I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain’t leavin’
It’s my birthday with the cake, fuck it up, then let me eat it

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party

[Verse 2: Usher]
Yeah, I just got the ring, I think I deserve a toast
Shout out to my team, we be out there doin’ the most
Girl, come to my place, but don’t bring no clothes
Let’s be dirty babe, baby, drop it low
Pop rubber bands all on her ass, baby be hittin’ the weakness
All in the back, dishin’ the cash, make me if you need it
I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain’t leavin’
It’s my birthday with the cake, lick it all, let me eat it

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
It’s party, party, party like a nigga just got out of jail
Flyin’ in my ‘rari like a bat that just flew outta hell
I’m from the east of ATL, but ballin’ in the Cali hills
Lil mama booty boomin’, that bitch movin’ and she standin’ still
I know these bitches choosin’ me, but I got 80 on me still
I’m tryna fuck, who tryna chill? ‘Cause I’m just tryna pay some bills
I’m multi millionare LaFlare, just watch it, cost a quarter M
Just look at me and look at them, I smashed her on my first attempt
Like Scarface bitch, the world is mine, you should read the blimp
So either you gon’ take a ride, or you gon’ stay with him
‘Cause I got places I can be, I get yo ass on the scene
Gucci, CB VIP, so fuck them niggas, look at me, Wop

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party

Chris Brown – Party (feat. Gucci Mane & Usher)

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Bitches dancin’ naked in my livin’ room
She straight out of college, just turned 22
Girl, get your money up, I ain’t even mad at you
Got you all on me, makin’ these niggas catchin’ attitudes
Tell ’em don’t start it, my niggas retarded
Fuck the judge and the sentence, huh, I got a good lawyer
I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain’t leavin’
It’s my birthday with the cake, fuck it up, then let me eat it

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party

[Verse 2: Usher]
Yeah, I just got the ring, I think I deserve a toast
Shout out to my team, we be out there doin’ the most
Girl, come to my place, but don’t bring no clothes
Let’s be dirty babe, baby, drop it low
Pop rubber bands all on her ass, baby be hittin’ the weakness
All in the back, dishin’ the cash, make me if you need it
I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain’t leavin’
It’s my birthday with the cake, lick it all, let me eat it

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
It’s party, party, party like a nigga just got out of jail
Flyin’ in my ‘rari like a bat that just flew outta hell
I’m from the east of ATL, but ballin’ in the Cali hills
Lil mama booty boomin’, that bitch movin’ and she standin’ still
I know these bitches choosin’ me, but I got 80 on me still
I’m tryna fuck, who tryna chill? ‘Cause I’m just tryna pay some bills
I’m multi millionare LaFlare, just watch it, cost a quarter M
Just look at me and look at them, I smashed her on my first attempt
Like Scarface bitch, the world is mine, you should read the blimp
So either you gon’ take a ride, or you gon’ stay with him
‘Cause I got places I can be, I get yo ass on the scene
Gucci, CB VIP, so fuck them niggas, look at me, Wop

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I’m sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin’ out the ‘rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I’m with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party

A Tribe Called Quest – Lost Somebody (We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service Album)

[Intro: Q-Tip]
Yeah, Phife—for your life

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be born
Best of us are left for dead in cities that looks war-torn
Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
Neighbors would whoop that bad ass
Just for running through their lawn
Walt met Cheryl, Cheryl met Walt
Trinidadian love sprouting through the asphalt
Love was consummated and the angels registrated
Two were to be born but only one of ’em made it
Inside a cloud of sorrow, a silver lining and joy
It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would employ
And before he even squeaks, it’s decided it’s Malik
Now give him hope, give him care
Raise him while his grandma there
Watch out momma, if you stare
Light brown eyes’ll keep you there
Let’s progress the story just a little bit
Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fits
Sometimes overbearing though I thought it was for your benefit
Despite all the spats and shits and ematically documented
The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
Rhymes we would write it out, hard times fight it out
Gave grace face to face, made it right
And now you riding out, out, out, out, damn

[Chorus: Cat]
Have you ever loved somebody?
(Phife dawg, man)
Way before you got to dream?
(Bow wow, woof woof)
No more crying, he’s in sunshine

[Verse 2: Jarobi]
Never thought that I would be ever writing this song
Hold friends tight, never know when those people are gone
So, so beautiful, opined indisputable
Heart of a largest lion trapped inside the little dude
Took me quick to granny house, now we eat the curry food
Talking hopes, dreams, plans, leak ice, never scared
Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue of sairs
Mailbox mayors, all our rhymes was written there
A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn’t care
Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear
I’mma flash forward well, took a trip to ATL
Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well
Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I’m at
Standing on the side of black Malik Izaak

[Chorus]
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more cry

[Guitar Solo: Jack White]

A Tribe Called Quest – Lost Somebody Lyrics

[Intro: Q-Tip]
Yeah, Phife—for your life

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be born
Best of us are left for dead in cities that looks war-torn
Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
Neighbors would whoop that bad ass
Just for running through their lawn
Walt met Cheryl, Cheryl met Walt
Trinidadian love sprouting through the asphalt
Love was consummated and the angels registrated
Two were to be born but only one of ’em made it
Inside a cloud of sorrow, a silver lining and joy
It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would employ
And before he even squeaks, it’s decided it’s Malik
Now give him hope, give him care
Raise him while his grandma there
Watch out momma, if you stare
Light brown eyes’ll keep you there
Let’s progress the story just a little bit
Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fits
Sometimes overbearing though I thought it was for your benefit
Despite all the spats and shits and ematically documented
The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
Rhymes we would write it out, hard times fight it out
Gave grace face to face, made it right
And now you riding out, out, out, out, damn

[Chorus: Cat]
Have you ever loved somebody?
(Phife dawg, man)
Way before you got to dream?
(Bow wow, woof woof)
No more crying, he’s in sunshine

[Verse 2: Jarobi]
Never thought that I would be ever writing this song
Hold friends tight, never know when those people are gone
So, so beautiful, opined indisputable
Heart of a largest lion trapped inside the little dude
Took me quick to granny house, now we eat the curry food
Talking hopes, dreams, plans, leak ice, never scared
Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue of sairs
Mailbox mayors, all our rhymes was written there
A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn’t care
Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear
I’mma flash forward well, took a trip to ATL
Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well
Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I’m at
Standing on the side of black Malik Izaak

[Chorus]
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more cry

[Guitar Solo: Jack White]

A Tribe Called Quest – Ego Lyrics

[Intro: Q-Tip]
Yeah, Phife—for your life

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be born
Best of us are left for dead in cities that looks war-torn
Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
Neighbors would whoop that bad ass
Just for running through their lawn
Walt met Cheryl, Cheryl met Walt
Trinidadian love sprouting through the asphalt
Love was consummated and the angels registrated
Two were to be born but only one of ’em made it
Inside a cloud of sorrow, a silver lining and joy
It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would employ
And before he even squeaks, it’s decided it’s Malik
Now give him hope, give him care
Raise him while his grandma there
Watch out momma, if you stare
Light brown eyes’ll keep you there
Let’s progress the story just a little bit
Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fits
Sometimes overbearing though I thought it was for your benefit
Despite all the spats and shits and ematically documented
The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
Rhymes we would write it out, hard times fight it out
Gave grace face to face, made it right
And now you riding out, out, out, out, damn

[Chorus: Cat]
Have you ever loved somebody?
(Phife dawg, man)
Way before you got to dream?
(Bow wow, woof woof)
No more crying, he’s in sunshine

[Verse 2: Jarobi]
Never thought that I would be ever writing this song
Hold friends tight, never know when those people are gone
So, so beautiful, opined indisputable
Heart of a largest lion trapped inside the little dude
Took me quick to granny house, now we eat the curry food
Talking hopes, dreams, plans, leak ice, never scared
Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue of sairs
Mailbox mayors, all our rhymes was written there
A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn’t care
Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear
I’mma flash forward well, took a trip to ATL
Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well
Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I’m at
Standing on the side of black Malik Izaak

[Chorus]
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more cry

[Guitar Solo: Jack White]

A Tribe Called Quest – Lost Somebody

[Intro]
Yea, Phife
For your life

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be gone
That’s the place left for dead, and cities end up war-torn
Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
Neighbors would whoop that ass just for running through their lawn
Watch that shallow shallow man walk
Trinidadian love sprout into the asphalt
Love was consummated and the angels registrated
Two were to be born but only one of ’em made it
Inside a cloud of sorrow, the silver lining and joy
It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would enploy
And before he even squeaks it’s decided it’s Malik
Now, give him hope, give him care, raise him while his grandma there
Watch out mama, if you stare, live wide eyes will keep you there
Let’s progress the story just a little bit
Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fist
Sometimes overbearing, though I thought it was for your benefit
Despite all the spastic shit and cinematic we documented
The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
Rhymes we would write it out, hard times, fight it out
Made race face to face, made it right
And now you riding out, out, out, out
Damn

[Chorus]
Have you ever
Lost somebody
(Phife dawg, man)
Way before you
(Bow wow, woof woof)
Got to dream
No more crying
He’s in sunshine

[Verse 2: Jarobi]
Never thought that I would ever be writing this song
Hold friends tight, never know [?]
Soul so beautiful, [?] indisputable
Heart of the largest lion trapped inside the little dude
Took the grip to Granny’s house, now we eat the curry food
Talking hopes, dreams, plans leak, I’s never scared
Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue upstairs
Mailbox, bears, all our rhymes was never there
A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn’t care
Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear
I’mma flash forward, well took a trip to ATL
Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well
Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I’m at
Standing on the side of black, Malik Izaak

[Chorus]
Have you ever
Lost somebody
Way before you
Got to dream
No more crying
He’s in sunshine
He’s alright now
See his wings
Have you ever
Lost somebody
Way before you
Got to dream
No more crying
He’s in sunshine
He’s alright now
See his wings
Have you ever
Lost somebody
Way before you
Got to dream
No more crying
He’s in sunshine
He’s alright now
See his wings
Have you ever
Lost somebody
Way before you
Got to dream
No more crying

[Break]

[Guitar solo: Jack White]

Davido – Return

[Verse 1]
She say she wanna look a different guy, that she tired of them guys way
They misuse her, when they cheat, when they beat and they scratch her, (beat and they scratch her) yes!
She say she wanna look for a guy like me
And, I’m gonna be that perfect person for her, forever, and

[Chorus]
And, the way that she put it on me
Oju nkan mi, oju nkan mi o
And, I’m ready to give you my love
And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby
And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby
And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby
[Verse 2]
E ba mi wi, e ba mi wi, e ba mi so
I swear, she be, the finest girl I ever saw
I wanto be, the one to catch you when you fall
Oh baby me, I go take you round to show you world
You go receive all the money, no deceiving
This your body, you be real-earner, believe me
O mo’yan ni? I go take you to my city
Choose one, ATL or LasGidi

[Hook]
Baby, give me more, ara mi wa l’ona o
Bo nse se mi .. Omo, ko de ye mi a oo
Ehh! Megbele o, ke se pele-pele o
Nitori, Oluwa la’labaro mi

[Chorus]
And, the way that she put it on me
Oju nkan mi, oju nkan mi o
And, I’m ready to give you my love
And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby
And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby
And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby

[Verse 3]
Ojo to ro l’ale ana yen, o mu’nu mi dun oo, aah-ahn ehh
Ire wo’le wa, e je te’wo gb’ope mi oo, na-na-na, na-na-na ehh
Ojojumo l’ago n’dun, the alert is here, my baby
E ba mi wa’omo to fresh, omo to dun, omo to gba’yi oo

[Hook]
Baby, give me more, ara mi wa l’ona o
Bo nse se mi .. Omo, ko de ye mi a oo
Ehh! Megbele o, ke se pele-pele o
Nitori, Oluwa la’labaro mi

[Chorus]
And, the way that she put it on me
Oju nkan mi, oju nkan mi o
And, I’m ready to give you my love
And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby
And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby
And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby

Davido – Return Lyrics

[Verse 1]
She say she wanna look a different guy, that she tired of them guys way
They misuse her, when they cheat, when they beat and they scratch her, (beat and they scratch her) yes!
She say she wanna look for a guy like me
And, I’m gonna be that perfect person for her, forever, and

[Chorus]
And, the way that she put it on me
Oju nkan mi, oju nkan mi o
And, I’m ready to give you my love
And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby
And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby
And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby
[Verse 2]
E ba mi wi, e ba mi wi, e ba mi so
I swear, she be, the finest girl I ever saw
I wanto be, the one to catch you when you fall
Oh baby me, I go take you round to show you world
You go receive all the money, no deceiving
This your body, you be real-earner, believe me
O mo’yan ni? I go take you to my city
Choose one, ATL or LasGidi

[Hook]
Baby, give me more, ara mi wa l’ona o
Bo nse se mi .. Omo, ko de ye mi a oo
Ehh! Megbele o, ke se pele-pele o
Nitori, Oluwa la’labaro mi

[Chorus]
And, the way that she put it on me
Oju nkan mi, oju nkan mi o
And, I’m ready to give you my love
And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby
And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby
And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby

[Verse 3]
Ojo to ro l’ale ana yen, o mu’nu mi dun oo, aah-ahn ehh
Ire wo’le wa, e je te’wo gb’ope mi oo, na-na-na, na-na-na ehh
Ojojumo l’ago n’dun, the alert is here, my baby
E ba mi wa’omo to fresh, omo to dun, omo to gba’yi oo

[Hook]
Baby, give me more, ara mi wa l’ona o
Bo nse se mi .. Omo, ko de ye mi a oo
Ehh! Megbele o, ke se pele-pele o
Nitori, Oluwa la’labaro mi

[Chorus]
And, the way that she put it on me
Oju nkan mi, oju nkan mi o
And, I’m ready to give you my love
And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby
And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby
And, I want your sparking lit-on ni o, baby

Usher – Make It Rain Lyrics

[Intro]
Peace up!
Ya’ll know what it is
Yeah, man
BlackSox
It’s Usher baby
Yeah
Just a little warm up

[Verse 1]
I was out in the city of ATL, where we steady keep it popping
We got them Georgia peaches so sweet that you want to bite them
And we got the hardest slang that bang from every city
Does anybody know how to make it rain?
We keep that carpet green in the city, the saddle in the traffic
You ever got a problem, homie? We make you feel unstopped
Oh, no, yes, sir
So when you see me in the club, partner this is how you greet me, throw it up
[Hook]
I can make it rain 24 stacks in the air
It’s raining money in here, throw it up, ah, throw it up, ah
You gotta get it on the floor, short
Get it in on the floor, shorty
Get down on your knees
I’m trying to get you all alone
So you can feel the chrome up in my Chevy drop top
This the part where everybody throw up the A

[Verse 2]
Aye, what it do, shorty? Let me get that number, shorty
What you see in the A, we shoulder lean and snap, shorty
We keep the hottest fit, fresh to death
Come in the club like we never left
If you ain’t with it, shorty, get gone