East Atlanta

Gucci Mane – Highly Recommended Lyrics

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[Intro]
DY Krazy
8…
Skrrt

[Chorus]
Homicide with malice, a lot of niggas jealous (Yeah)
I wrote the streets a ballad, I woke up on a pallet (Mm)
Gucci my suspenders, I used to get suspended (Guwop)
Stay far away from snitches, I highly recommend it (Racks)

[Verse]
I’m ’bout them racks like Venus (Racks), but I don’t play no tennis (Venus)
My smile done brought me millions (Smile), so shoutout to my dentist (Shoutout)
You lightweight, get your weight up (Light), and stay out Gucci business (Guc’)
There’s sharks out here, don’t get ate up (Gr), I’m not really friendly (Nah)
You haters get your hate up (Hater), you ants couldn’t even pinch me (Mm)
I own the team I play for (Uh), so you could never bench me (No)
I spend cash like it’s playful (Racks), feel like that’s what it’s made for (Yeah)
‘Dem broke days made me grateful (Ooh), ‘dem court dates made me hateful (Fuck)
I’m not talkin’ the weekend, but I’m talkin’ ’bout Abel (Huh?)
You see this shit that Cain did, and they weren’t even strangers (Damn)
My daddy dead, my momma dead (Mom), so God sent me some angels (Pa)
I’m from East Atlanta, catch a thief, cut off his finger (Woo)
Cocaína off the airplane (Guc’), own private hanger
The chopper in the trunk make you do the Macarena (True)
Money in container, shippin’ it to Califina (Woo)
Running circles ’round these squares with these rectangles (Skrrt)
Mountain Park apartments next to Triangle (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, true)
Heard they fucked him with a broom stick and left it in his anal
If you dwell on it, think too long, you go insane-ah (Whoa, damn)
Dash your own heroin, they searchin’ for a vein-oh (Yeah)
Dope so good, it clog the pipe line, need Drano (Hoo)
Had to bring the chopsticks and cut that boy up like Maino (Cha-cha)
Twin extended .40, yeah, that’s bangers on bangers (Twin)
Niggas sayin’ that they trappin’, but they R&B singers (Hm)

[Chorus]
Homicide with malice, a lot of niggas jealous (Yeah)
I wrote the streets a ballad, I woke up on a pallet (Mm)
Gucci my suspenders, I used to get suspended (Guwop)
Stay far away from snitches, I highly recommend it (Racks)

Jaden Smith – Falcon lyrics

(feat. Raury)

[Verse 1: Jaden Smith]
You got the cash, well I’m about to come and embezzlement
I am on a whole ‘nother level
I put the bass up in your face and you’re feeling it treble
You jokers corny like kettle
My superflow is so olympic that I need a medal
Pop out the bushes like “Hello!”
I reach for the top, never settle, you say you rock, you a pebble
I’m rock and roll, I’m heavy metal
Where are you now? Where are you now? I’m whipping it
Sitting back, listening, where are you, where are you now?
Whipping it, butterfly, butterfly, where are you now?
Falcon, falcon, falcon

[Hook: Jaden Smith]
Cops on the road, fuck ’em
There’s cops on the road, there’s cops on the road, fuck ’em
There’s cops on the road, falcon, I’m on the move
Cops on the road, douse ’em, I got you all bouncing
Falcon

[Bridge: Raury]
I am not afraid to walk the lonely road
I’m so curious of where it goes, oh
Who really cares? We won’t be there
When kingdom comes, it all falls do-o-o-o-own

[Verse 2: Jaden Smith]
Ooohh (cops on the road)
I hope wherever you are
You can see all of the stars, constellations
I’m impatient, you are beautiful (beautiful)
You should know (you should know)
Wherever you go, I’ma follow
Wherever you go, I’ma follow
My heart is so hollow, I’m high as Apollo
Seventeen, having problems with all of them models
Who got them red bottoms and bottles
We gotta go skrrt, hand on the throttle
Oh, only you could hold me down
What do you think that I’m doing when you’re not around?
I’m just at home by myself
Or out with them girls but we both know that doesn’t help me
No, no, I’m ready to go, so much better than before
Nigga said I wasn’t dope but now my head is on the road

[Break: Jaden Smith]
Bounce (got me swerving on the road)
Bounce (all them cops is on the road)
Bounce, bounce (cops, falcon)

[Verse 3: Raury & Jaden Smith]
Back and I’m relaxed in East Atlanta
I’m an African-American, a variant to what my city’s lacking
The world has gone to hell, I just roll up the gas
And pass it all around the circle to my day one homies
Oh, you actin’ like you know me?
Remember when I was so lowkey
Chill in the cut with a doobie and a cutie
Man I gotta live life, I know they gon’ judge me
(Ohhh) But that’s a necessary evil, uh
And I was born to sin like people, oh
(My eyes are right) I’m living a lie
Trying to do what is right, yeah
Go on mama, do your dance
Need my money in advance, the Louie V pants
I’m never playing bout my bands
Kick in your door, “doo doo doo!” with the tool in my hand
Raury they don’t understand
We had to stick it to the man, we bout to hit the road
Get the money where I can
Let them hate on this event (that’s just a piece of the plan)

[Skit: News reporter]
Breaking news. There seems to be a high speed police chase, at north bound on the Los Angeles 101 freeway. There seems to be two cars trying to outrun police officers with falcon winged doors. This is interesting, stay tuned…

[Outro]
Do you remember now?
Syre, the boy who chased the sunset, until it chased him
The boy who had no fears, until he faced them
The boy whose words seem to never make sense
This is ninety

Pentatonix – TOP POP, VOL. I MEDLEY Lyrics

[Intro: Matt]

[Verse 1: Kirstin]
You just want attention, you don’t want my heart
Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new
Yeah, you just want attention, I knew from the start
You’re just making sure I’m never gettin’ over you, oh

[Verse 2]
We out here drippin’ in finesse
It don’t make no sense
Out here drippin’ in finesse
You know it, you know it

[Verse 3]
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
Are you that somebody?
Tell me are you that somebody?
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
Are you that somebody?
I’ve gotta tell them to myself

[Verse 4]
[Chorus: Scott (Mitch and Kirstin)]
Havana, ooh na-na (ooh)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (ooh oh oh)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ooh oh oh)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana
Havana

[Verse 5]
Baby, I’m dancing in the dark
Looking so beautiful
I don’t deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight

[Verse 6]
All you have to do is stay a minute
Just take your time
The clock is ticking, so stay

[Verse 7]
Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
I been feeling it since 1966, now
Might’ve had your fill, but I feel it still

[Verse 8]
Despacito
Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito
Deja que te diga cosas al oído
Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo
Despacito
I’m in love with the shape of you (bailalo)
We push and pull like a magnet do (despacito)
Although my heart is falling too (pasito a pasito)
I’m in love with your …

[Verse 9]
‘Cause I got issues, you got ’em too
So give ’em all to me and I’ll give mine to you
Bask in the glory, of all our problems
‘Cause we got the kind of love it takes to solve ’em

[Verse 10]
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Feelin’ inspired ’cause the tables have turned
Yeah, I’m on fire and I know that it burns
Baby, I’m sorry

Wiz Khalifa – Real Rich (feat. Gucci Mane) lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Guwop! Wiz!
Taylor Gang, 1-0-1-7

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Ridin’ around blowin’ so much dope but I’m always handlin’ business
Way too high don’t pick up my phone, if I do, I’m like “Who is this?”
Ain’t got time for a girlfriend, telling that bitch that I ain’t got no feelings
Young nigga straight from the bottom, now my car ain’t got no ceiling
Young nigga stackin’ up millions, y’all niggas actin’ like children
Ouu, nigga yous couldn’t get in, now I’m ownin’ the building
Brought the bitch to my crib, said she felt like she went on a field trip
Nigga like me gon’ always stack, when I’m older I’m probably gon’ still get

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Baby, I’m a rich-ass nigga, never said I was gon’ be easy to deal with
But I be on some real shit, but I be on some real shit
Baby, I’m a rich-ass nigga, never said I was gon’ be easy to deal with
But I be on some real shit, but I be on some real shit

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I’m a country-ass Beverly hill-billy
Eat it up bitch, I’ma meal-ticket
Flush it down concert like fuck a ticket
Rich-ass, crazy-ass, super picky
Want a rich dick say I’m bucket listed
I don’t fuck broke I got a boujee dick
First round draft, I’ma lottery pick
Pepped up East Atlanta vitamins shit
Solitaires glarin’
Big stone like Sharon
Superstar, Ed Sheeran
Bitches love my earrings
Know she fucked wit him, I still fucked her
Fuck that nigga, he a real sucka
It’s the Wiz and the Wizop
I baguetted my watch wit’ real boogers

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Baby, I’m a rich-ass nigga, never said I was gon’ be easy to deal with
But I be on some real shit, but I be on some real shit
Baby, I’m a rich-ass nigga, never said I was gon’ be easy to deal with
But I be on some real shit, but I be on some real shit

Camila Cabello – Havana (Remix) (feat. Daddy Yankee) lyrics

[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Hey

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na (uh)

[Verse 1: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Él vino a buscarme y ahí lo supe (uh)
Vi clara su actitud
Me dijo: “son tantas las que yo tuve” (uh)
Pero me faltas tú
No puedo soltarte, no seas tan cruel (hey)
Desde esa noche azul
Mi papá me dice que malo es él (uh)
¿Qué más puedo hacer?

[Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Ooh-ooh-ooh, lo supe en un segundo
Él cambiaría mi mundo
Ya no puedo más
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ay y es que me duele mucho
Decir adiós, oh na-na-na-na-na

[Chorus: Camila Cabello, Pharrell Williams & Daddy Yankee]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana (D-D-DY)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Verse 2: Daddy Yankee]
Soy el domador de todas las nenas malas
Muchos corazones clavado en el sofá de mi sala
Todavía recuerdo lo que le dije aquella mañana
La primera que quiero como la Habana
Mami ¿qué bolá?, ooh-na-na
Ta’ acompañada o andas sola, ooh-na-na (sola, sola)
Pero que fácil me descontrola, ooh-na-na
Tú me quemas, vuelves y me enrolas, me enrolas (ah, ah)
Llegamo’ pal’ mambo, suéname el tambor
Pa’ que te recuerdes de La Habana y el campo
La libertad que bien te sabe
¿Cuándo volverá? sólo Dios sabe
Mami ¿qué bolá?, ooh-na-na
Ta’ acompañada o andas sola, ooh-na-na (sola, sola)
Pero que fácil me descontrola, ooh-na-na
Tú me quemas, vuelves y me enrolas
Camila y Ramón Ayala de un pájaro son las dos alas, oh-oh

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (oh, ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh, no)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Bridge: Starrah, Camila Cabello & Daddy Yankee]
Ooh na-na, oh-na-na-na (oo-ooh)
Vamos pa’ la habana, vamos pa’ la habana
Take me back, back, back like…
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Vamos pa’ la habana, vamos pa’ la habana
Take me back, back, back (like…)
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, yeah)
Mucha ropa cara pa’ la habana-bana-bana
Take me back, back, back like…
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
D-D-DY, DY, Camila Cabello

[Chorus: Camila Cabello, Pharrell Williams & Daddy Yankee]
Havana, ooh na-na
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (oh, yeah)
Diggy-diggy-diggy-Daddy Yankee, yeah
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (DY)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na

Camila Cabello – Havana (feat. Young Thug) lyrics

[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Hey

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na, ah
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na (uh)

[Verse 1: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
He didn’t walk up with that “how you doin’?” (uh)
When he came in the room
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with (uh)
But I can’t without you
I knew him forever in a minute (hey)
That summer night in June
And papa says he got malo in him (uh)
He got me feelin’ like…

[Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (ayy)
I knew it when I met him (ayy), I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
And then I had to tell him, I had to go
Oh na-na-na-na-na (woo)

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Jeffery, just graduated, fresh on campus, mmm
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn (fresh out East Atlanta)
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ayy)
Back it on me
Shawty cravin’ on me, get to eatin’ on me (on me)
She waited on me (then what?)
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
This is history in the makin’, on me (on me)
Point blank, close range, that B
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
I was gettin’ mula, baby

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (oh, ayy, ayy)
He took me back (uh huh) to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh, no)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Bridge: Starrah & Camila Cabello]
Ooh na-na, oh, na-na-na (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Take me back, back, back like…
Ooh na-na, oh, na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Take me back, back, back like…
Ooh na-na, oh, na-na-na (yeah, yeah)
Take me back, back, back like…
Ooh na-na, oh, na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Take me back, back, back
Hey, hey…
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (hey)
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (hey)
Take me back to my Havana…

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (hey)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, (ayy, ayy) na-na-na
Oh, but my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Outro: Starrah, Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Uh huh
Oh, na-na-na (oh, na, yeah)
Oh, na-na-na
Oh, na-na-na (no, no, no, take me back)
Oh, na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na

Young Nudy – Loaded Baked Potato

[Intro]
Bring that shit back man
We got to do that one man, I like that one
My boy T said that’s it
I really just be stressin’ myself on all this shit
That’s all I really be doin’, you feel me?
Uh, uh, huh, nah, yeah, the trust is fucked up (my trust is fucked up)
She really fucked up (she really fucked up)
Just when I tried to fuck her (I tried to fuck her)
She tryna act the fuck up (she act the fuck up)
So I had to back the fuck up (I back the fuck up)
Had to run them racks the fuck up (racks)
Nah, bitch

[Chorus]
She like damn, they don’t wanna fuck with me no more (nah bitch)
Damn I don’t wanna fuck no more (uh-uh)
Bitch ain’t no callin’ my phone (girl say what?)
Hell no slime, don’t wanna come push up (uh-uh)
Late night, twelve o’clock (twelve o’clock)
She say slime I wanna ride your knob (ride your knob)
I say bitch go’n suck these nuts (these nuts)
Here you go ho, you wanna suck my rocks (suck my rocks)
Yeah ya dig (yeah ya dig)
All these hoes wanna suck my kids (yeah my kids)
Who let slimeball get in? (yeah I’m in now)
Beat that ho from the back, big in (big in)
Backwood bitch, yeah back in (that’s that back end)
At the club, yeah turnt up (turnt up)
And I just got a couple backends (couple backs in)
Nigga wanna hate ’cause my racks in (’cause my racks in)
Still hatin’ nigga from back then (hahahah)

[Verse 1]
It don’t matter, nigga ain’t gon’ change (yeah)
My money runnin’ up right now (right now)
Your bitch wanna fuck right now (right now)
Lame ass nigga run it up right now (run it up)
All these goddamn bucks right now
I got big bucks, big shotgun nigga, big bucks
I’ll fill a nigga up like what the fuck (damn, what the fuck?)
Yeah, his bitch wanna fuck, he didn’t have a clue (well damn)
Yeah, now, what you gon’ do when a big slime come through? (Big Bag)
What you gon’ do when your bitch wanna come through? (Big Bag)
What you gon’ do when that money come through? (Big Bag)
See you with the money, make a bitch go and do (yeah)
Damn y’all some hating ass niggas (yeah)
Damn y’all some lame ass niggas (yeah)
Shady ass, shady ass, shady ass, foo ass, lame ass nigga
I fuck on your ho, damn
Lame ass nigga didn’t know, damn (didn’t know)
Anyway, yeah, anyway (he ain’t have no clue)
Yeah, anyways (he ain’t have no clue)
What you tell ’em slime?
Yeah, anyway (they ain’t have no clue)
Woo (that’s another No Clue, woo)

[Chorus]
She like damn, they don’t wanna fuck with me no more (damn)
Damn I don’t wanna fuck no more (damn)
Bitch ain’t no callin’ my phone (girl say what?)
Hell no slime, don’t wanna come push up (uh-uh)
Late night, twelve o’clock (twelve o’clock)
She say slime I wanna ride your knob (I wanna ride your knob)
I say bitch go’n suck these nuts (suck these nuts)
Here you go ho, you wanna suck my rocks (yeah suck my rocks)
Yeah ya dig (ya dig)
All these hoes wanna suck my kids (uh-huh)
Who let slimeball get in? (big slime)
Beat that ho from the back, big in (uh-huh)
Backwood bitch, yeah back in (back end)
At the club, yeah turnt up (yeah I’m turnt)
And I just got a couple backends (yeah I’m turnt up)
Nigga wanna hate ’cause my racks in (’cause my racks)
Still hatin’ nigga from back then (back then)

[Verse 2]
Back to the daily (daily)
The streets yeah they pay me (yeah they pay me)
Fuck on your ho, your old lady (your old lady)
Skeet in her, let’s have a baby (a baby)
In the kitchen whippin’ babies (babies)
Slime sellin’ all the babies (the babies)
Crack fiends goin’ crazy (crazy)
I’m a real street nigga
East Atlanta but I wasn’t born in Grady (I swear)
Nigga be hatin’, fugazi (fugazi)
Chopper go Slim Shady (blaow)
I been sellin’ Slim Shady, yeah (Slim Shady)
Your ho wanna suck my babies (my babies), yeah yeah yeah
And I like that shit (and I like that shit), yeah yeah
That’s a white lil bitch (that’s alright lil bitch), yeah yeah yeah yeah
That’s a right lil bitch, yeah (yeah that right lil bitch), yeah
And I know, and I know y’all niggas some hoes
(And I know, and I know y’all niggas some hoes)
And I know y’all, know y’all pockets ain’t swole
(And I know, and I know y’all pockets ain’t swole)
And I know y’all mad, y’all hate on Big Bag
(Y’all know y’all niggas still hate on Big Bag)
‘Cause Big Bag, yeah he got big bags (big bags)
All of this money, I gotta do the dash (yeah)
Two hundred on the dash (yee-uum)
All of this money, your bitch wanna fuck
Two hundred, yeah that’s cash, yeah (she like that)
Yeah, why you count do that? (do that)
Big slimeball why you do that? (why you do that?)
Geekin’ in your ho, all on her (all up in her cootie)
Slappin’ on her booty (yeah)

[Chorus]
She like damn, they don’t wanna fuck with me no more (damn)
Damn I don’t wanna fuck no more (damn)
Bitch ain’t no callin’ my phone (girl say what?)
Hell no slime, don’t wanna come push up (uh-uh)
Late night, twelve o’clock (twelve o’clock)
She say slime I wanna ride your knob (I wanna ride your knob)
I say bitch go’n suck these nuts (suck these nuts)
Here you go ho, you wanna suck my rocks (yeah suck my rocks)
Yeah ya dig (ya dig)
All these hoes wanna suck my kids (uh-huh)
Who let slimeball get in? (big slime)
Beat that ho from the back, big in (uh-huh)
Backwood bitch, yeah back in (back end)
At the club, yeah turnt up (yeah I’m turnt)
And I just got a couple backends (yeah I’m turnt up)
Nigga wanna hate ’cause my racks in (’cause my racks in)
Still hatin’ nigga from back then (back then)

[Outro]
But you’ll be alright though, you feel me
‘Cause eventually you’ll catch up and you’ll get you some money
But until then, you feel me
Uh, yeah, in there, uh
Uh, yeah, in there, uh, ooh
But when I want to though

Camila Cabello – Havana lyrics

Feat. Young Thug

[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Hey

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na, ah
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na (uh)

[Verse 1: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
He didn’t walk up with that “how you doin’?” (uh)
When he came in the room
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with (uh)
But I can’t without you
I knew him forever in a minute (hey)
That summer night in June
And papa says he got malo in him (uh)
He got me feelin’ like…

[Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (ayy)
I knew it when I met him (ayy), I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
And then I had to tell him, I had to go
Oh na-na-na-na-na (woo)

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Jeffery, just graduated, fresh on campus, mmm
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn (fresh out East Atlanta)
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ayy)
Back it on me
Shawty cravin’ on me, get to eatin’ on me (on me)
She waited on me (then what?)
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
This is history in the makin’, on me (on me)
Point blank, close range, that B
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
I was gettin’ mula, baby

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (oh, ayy, ayy)
He took me back (uh huh) to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh, no)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Bridge: Starrah & Camila Cabello]
Ooh na-na, oh, na-na-na (oo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Take me back, back, back like…
Ooh na-na, oh, na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Take me back, back, back like…
Ooh na-na, oh, na-na-na (yeah, yeah)
Take me back, back, back like…
Ooh na-na, oh, na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Take me back, back, back
Hey, hey…
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (hey)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (hey)
Take me back to my Havana…

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (hey)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, (ayy, ayy) na-na-na
Oh, but my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Outro: Starrah, Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Uh huh
Oh, na-na-na (oh, na, yeah)
Oh, na-na-na
Oh, na-na-na (no, no, no, take me back)
Oh, na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na

Camila Cabello – Havana (At iHeartRadio Music Awards 2018) (Live)

Hey
Havana, ooh na-na (ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na (uh)
He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?" (uh)
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with (uh)
(But I can’t without you)
I’m doin’ forever in a minute (hey)
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him (uh)
He got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, and then I had to tell him
I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Jeffery
Just graduated, fresh on campus, mm
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn
Fresh out East Atlanta
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ay)
Back it on me, shawty cravin’ on me
Get to diggin’ on me (on me)
She waited on me (then what?)
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
This is history in the makin’ on me (on me)
Point blank, close range, that B
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
I was gettin’ mula, man they feel me
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (oo-ooh)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, yeah)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, babe)
Take me back, back, back
(Hey, hey)
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Take me back to my Havana
Havana, ooh na-na
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ay, ay)
All of my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Uh huh
Oh na-na-na (oh na, yeah)
Oh na-na-na
Oh na-na-na
No, no, no, take me back
Oh na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na

Pentatonix – Havana Lyrics

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (oh na na na)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (ahhhhh)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Havana, ooh na na)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (na na)

Havana, ooh na-na (ooh oh oh)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (ooh oh oh)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ooh oh oh)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners
Havana, ooh na-na

He didn’t walk up with that “how you doin’?”
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with
(Oh but I can’t without you)
I knew him forever in a minute
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him
He got me feelin’ like

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
And then I had to tell him
I had to go
Oh na-na-na-na-na

Havana, ooh na-na (ooh oh oh)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ooh oh oh)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ooh oh oh)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana
Havana, ooh na-na

Jeffery, just graduated, fresh on campus, oh-oh-oh
He’s fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, yeah
Bump on her bumper, bump on her bumper
Like a traffic jam
I was quick to pay that girl like, like Uncle Sam

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
And then I had to tell him
I had to go
Oh na-na-na-na-na

Havana, ooh na-na
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (whoa)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
Oh, but my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana
Havana, ooh na-na

[Break]

Havana, ooh na-na

Pentatonix – Havana

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (oh na na na)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (ahhhhh)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Havana, ooh na na)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (na na)

Havana, ooh na-na (ooh oh oh)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (ooh oh oh)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ooh oh oh)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners
Havana, ooh na-na

He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?"
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with
(Oh but I can’t without you)
I knew him forever in a minute
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him
He got me feelin’ like

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
And then I had to tell him
I had to go
Oh na-na-na-na-na

Havana, ooh na-na (ooh oh oh)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ooh oh oh)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ooh oh oh)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana
Havana, ooh na-na

Jeffery, just graduated, fresh on campus, oh-oh-oh
He’s fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, yeah
Bump on her bumper, bump on her bumper
Like a traffic jam
I was quick to pay that girl like, like Uncle Sam

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
And then I had to tell him
I had to go
Oh na-na-na-na-na

Havana, ooh na-na
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (whoa)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
Oh, but my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana
Havana, ooh na-na

[Break]

Havana, ooh na-na

Jaden Smith – Falcon (feat. Raury)

[Verse 1: Jaden Smith]
You got the cash, well I am about to come in and embezzle it
I am on a whole ‘nother level
I put the bass up in your face
You’re feeling it treble
You jokers corny like kettle
My superflow is olympic that I need a medal
Pop out the bushes like "Hello!"
I reach for the top and never settle
You say you rock, you a pebble
I rock and roll, I’m heavy metal
Where are you now
Where are you now (I’m whipping it)
Sitting back, Listening
Where are you, Where are you now
(Dipping it, butterfly, butterfly)
Where are you now
Falcon, Falcon, Fuck em

[Hook: Jaden Smith]
There’s cops on the road, Fuck em
There’s cops on the road
There’s cops on the road, Fuck em
There’s cops on the road, Falcon
I’m on the move
Cops on the road, Douse em
I got you all bouncing, Falcon

[Bridge 1: Raury]
I am not afraid to walk the lonely road
I’m so curious of where we go, oh
Who really cares, we won’t be there
When kingdom comes, it all falls down

[Verse 2: Jaden Smith]
I hope wherever you are
You can see all of the stars, constellations
I’m impatient, you are
Beautiful (beautiful)
You should know (you should know)
Wherever you go, imma follow
Wherever you go, imma follow
My heart is so hollow, I’m high as Apollo
Seventeen, having problems with all of them models
Who rather bring bottles on bottles
We gotta go skrt, hand on the throttle

[Bridge 2: Jaden Smith]
Oh only you, can hold me down
What do you think I’m doing when you’re not around
I’m just at home by myself
(Or out with them girls, oh we both know that doesn’t help me)
(No, no I’m ready to go)
So much better than before
Nigga said I wasn’t dope
But now my head is on the road

[Break]
Bounce (got me swerving on the road)
Bounce (all them cops is on the road)
Bounce, Bounce (Cops, Falcon)

[Verse 3: Raury & Jaden Smith]
Looking at my life East Atlanta
I’m an African American a variant to what my city’s like
The world’s going to hell
I just roll up the gas
And pass it all around the circle for my day 1 homies
Oh, you acting like you know me
Remember when I was so lowkey
Chill in the club, with a doobie and a cutie
Well I got a lil vibe, I know they gone judge me
But that’s a necessary evil
And I was gonna sin like people
I’m living a lie, trying to do this right
Go mama do your dance
Leave my money in advance, the Louie V pants
I’m never playing bout my bands
Kick in your door, “Doo! Doo! Doo!"
With the tool in my hand
Raury they don’t understand
We had to stick it to the man
We bout to hit the road
Leave the money where I can
Let them hate on this event
That’s just a piece of the plan

[Skit: News reporter]
Breaking news. There seems to be a high speed police chase, at north bound on the Los Angeles 101 freeway. There seems to be two cars trying to outrun police officers with falcon winged doors. This is interesting stay tuned

Camila Cabello – Havana (At MTV Europe Music Awards) (Live)

Hey
Havana, ooh na-na (ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na (uh)
He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?" (uh)
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with (uh)
(But I can’t without you)
I’m doin’ forever in a minute (hey)
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him (uh)
He got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, and then I had to tell him
I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Jeffery
Just graduated, fresh on campus, mm
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn
Fresh out East Atlanta
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ay)
Back it on me, shawty cravin’ on me
Get to diggin’ on me (on me)
She waited on me (then what?)
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
This is history in the makin’ on me (on me)
Point blank, close range, that B
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
I was gettin’ mula, man they feel me
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (oo-ooh)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, yeah)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, babe)
Take me back, back, back
(Hey, hey)
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Take me back to my Havana
Havana, ooh na-na
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ay, ay)
All of my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Uh huh
Oh na-na-na (oh na, yeah)
Oh na-na-na
Oh na-na-na
No, no, no, take me back
Oh na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na

Camila Cabello & Daddy Yankee – Havana (Remix)

[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Hey

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na (uh)

[Verse 1: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Él vino a buscarme y ahí lo supe (uh)
(Vi clara su actitud)
Me dijo: "son tantas las que yo tuve" (uh)
(Pero me faltas tú)
No puedo soltarte, no seas tan cruel (hey)
(Desde esa noche azul)
Mi papá me dice que malo es él (uh)
¿Qué más puedo hacer?

[Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Ooh-ooh-ooh, lo supe en un segundo
Él cambiaría mi mundo
Ya no puedo más
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ay es que me duele mucho
Decir adiós, oh na-na-na-na-na

[Chorus: Camila Cabello, Pharrell Williams & Daddy Yankee]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana (D-D-DY)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Verse 2: Daddy Yankee]
Soy el domador de todas las nenas malas
Muchos corazones clavado en el sofá de mi sala
Todavía recuerdo lo que le dije aquella mañana
La primera que quiero como la Habana
Mami ¿qué bolá?, ooh-na-na
Ta’ acompañada o andas sola, ooh-na-na (sola, sola)
Pero que fácil me descontrola, ooh-na-na
Tú me quemas, vuelves y me enrolas, me enrolas (ah, ah)
Llegamo’ pal’ mambo, suéname el tambor
Pa’ que te recuerdes de La Habana y el campo
La libertad que bien te sabe
¿Cuándo volverá? sólo Dios sabe
Mami ¿qué bolá?, ooh-na-na
Ta’ acompañada o andas sola, ooh-na-na (sola, sola)
Pero que fácil me descontrola, ooh-na-na
Tú me quemas, vuelves y me enrolas, me enrolas (ah, ah)
Camila y Ramón Ayala de un pájaro son las dos alas

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (oh, ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh, no)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Bridge: Starrah, Camila Cabello & Daddy Yankee]
Ooh na-na, oh-na-na-na (oo-ooh)
Vamos pa’ la habana, vamos pa’ la habana
Take me back, back, back like…
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Vamos pa’ la habana, vamos pa’ la habana
Take me back, back, back (like…)
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, yeah)
Mucha ropa cara pa’ la habana-bana-bana
Take me back, back, back like…
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
D-D-DY, DY, Camila Cabello

[Chorus: Camila Cabello, Pharrell Williams & Daddy Yankee]
Havana, ooh na-na
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (oh, yeah)
Diddy, diddy, diddy, Daddy Yankee, yeah
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (DY)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na

Camila Cabello – Havana (feat. Young Thug) (Vertical Video)

[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Hey

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Verse 1: Camila Cabello]
He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?"
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with
(But I can’t without you)
I’m doin’ forever in a minute
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him
He got me feelin’ like

[Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Oooh-oooh-ooh, I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Oooh-oooh-ooh, and then I had to tell him
I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana
Havana, ooh na-na

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Jeffery
Just graduated, fresh on campus, mmm
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn
Fresh out East Atlanta
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam (jam)
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ayy)
Back it on me, shawty cravin’ on me
Get to diggin’ on me (on me)
She waited on me (then what?)
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
This is history in the makin’ on me (on me)
Point blank, close range, that be
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
I was gettin’ mula, man they feel me

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Bridge: Starrah & Camila Cabello]
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back
Yeah, ayy
Oooh-oooh-ooh
Oooh-oooh-ooh
Take me back to my Havana…

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Outro: Camila Cabello & Starrah]
Uh huh
Oh na-na-na
Oh na-na-na (hey)
Oh na-na-na
No, no, no, take me back
Oh na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na

Camila Cabello – Havana (At Los 40 Music Awards) (Live)

Hey
Havana, ooh na-na (ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na (uh)
He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?" (uh)
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with (uh)
(But I can’t without you)
I’m doin’ forever in a minute (hey)
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him (uh)
He got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, and then I had to tell him
I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Jeffery
Just graduated, fresh on campus, mm
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn
Fresh out East Atlanta
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ay)
Back it on me, shawty cravin’ on me
Get to diggin’ on me (on me)
She waited on me (then what?)
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
This is history in the makin’ on me (on me)
Point blank, close range, that B
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
I was gettin’ mula, man they feel me
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (oo-ooh)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, yeah)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, babe)
Take me back, back, back
(Hey, hey)
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Take me back to my Havana
Havana, ooh na-na
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ay, ay)
All of my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Uh huh
Oh na-na-na (oh na, yeah)
Oh na-na-na
Oh na-na-na
No, no, no, take me back
Oh na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na

CyHi The Prynce – Dat Side (feat. Kanye West)

[Intro: CyHi The Prynce]
Where all my real ones at?
Hey!

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckas stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
All the bustas stand on dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckas stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

[Verse 1: CyHi The Prynce]
Got two bitches bumping clits, that’s a cat fight
I’m riding ’round with the stick, that’s that act right
In here with all my Jews like I’m a rabbi
Zone 6, East Atlanta, I’m from that side
Uh, I asked the plug for a kilo
He hit me with a brick like I’m Deebo
I charged the high for the zero
But we gon’ keep that on the D-low
Assault rifle with the peephole
It go A-B-A-B-B-B, Mortal Kombat cheat code
And I’m in here with my chico
Might get you whacked, you standing three closes
So

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckers stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
All the bustas stand on dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckers stand on dat side
All the lames stand on that side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
All the haters hating, wait a minute, stand on dat side
I don’t need no allies, I don’t feel the need to fraternize
Yeezys in the field, Yeezys, Yeezys in the field now
Made it to the NBA, we in the NFL now
All the haters hating, wait a minute, stand on dat side
Moved into a neighborhood where I’m the only black guy
People claim they praying for you, really they be preying on you
All this shit is weighing on you, don’t look back, they gaining on you
"’Ye, look down, they aiming for you, all this shit is draining on you
And the people claim to know you, put ’em on get famous on you
Then they go and blame it on you, you just good, they can’t ignore you"
Don’t respect who came before ’em and made they lane so I
Pulled a Lambo out and then I went and got it baptized
Moved into a neighborhood where I’m the only black guy
Neighbors said they think I gave the neighborhood a black eye
They too worried ’bout what I’m doing so I gotta keep my grass high

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]
(Dat right, dat right, dat right, dat right, dat right)
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckas stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

[Verse 3: CyHi The Prynce]
I’m so anti, I’m so, I’m so anti
Seen my buddy passout, I’m careful who I stand by
All you do is tell stories, you a campfire
You can barely hold your water, you a damn liar
Look at all the haters who came out to see him
I’m fresh to death, my closet is a mausoleum
They don’t like I’m always hopping out of BM’s
They don’t know how many times I coulda loss my freedom
Went from open mics to rocking coliseums
I just bought your bitch a flight with my per diem
But I would never invite that hoe to my museum
I’m gone by 12 o’clock PM, that just how I treat ’em
So tell them groupie bitches stand on that side
I call these niggas groupies too cause that what niggas act like
Stand on that side, I don’t need your advice
Spit my trap like moving weight, I’m a fat guy
Wait, I just wanna see my paper stack like that high
Wait, my girl waist a 28, I like ’em that size
Wait, and them cakes a 38, I like ’em that wide
They ask why I was late, I pointed down and told ’em, "That’s why"

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckers stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

Camila Cabello – Havana (At Latin American Music Awards) (Live)

Hey
Havana, ooh na-na (ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na (uh)
He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?" (uh)
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with (uh)
(But I can’t without you)
I’m doin’ forever in a minute (hey)
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him (uh)
He got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, and then I had to tell him
I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Jeffery
Just graduated, fresh on campus, mm
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn
Fresh out East Atlanta
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ay)
Back it on me, shawty cravin’ on me
Get to diggin’ on me (on me)
She waited on me (then what?)
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
This is history in the makin’ on me (on me)
Point blank, close range, that B
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
I was gettin’ mula, man they feel me
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (oo-ooh)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, yeah)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, babe)
Take me back, back, back
(Hey, hey)
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Take me back to my Havana
Havana, ooh na-na
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ay, ay)
All of my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Uh huh
Oh na-na-na (oh na, yeah)
Oh na-na-na
Oh na-na-na
No, no, no, take me back
Oh na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na

Camila Cabello – Havana (feat. Young Thug)

[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Hey

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Verse 1: Camila Cabello]
He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?"
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with
(But I can’t without you)
I’m doin’ forever in a minute
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him
He got me feelin’ like

[Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Oooh-oooh-ooh, I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Oooh-oooh-ooh, and then I had to tell him
I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana
Havana, ooh na-na

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Jeffery
Just graduated, fresh on campus, mmm
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn
Fresh out East Atlanta
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam (jam)
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ayy)
Back it on me, shawty cravin’ on me
Get to diggin’ on me (on me)
She waited on me (then what?)
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
This is history in the makin’ on me (on me)
Point blank, close range, that be
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
I was gettin’ mula, man they feel me

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Bridge: Starrah & Camila Cabello]
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back
Yeah, ayy
Oooh-oooh-ooh
Oooh-oooh-ooh
Take me back to my Havana…

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Outro: Camila Cabello & Starrah]
Uh huh
Oh na-na-na
Oh na-na-na (hey)
Oh na-na-na
No, no, no, take me back
Oh na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na

Camila Cabello – Havana (At Radio 1’s Teen Awards 2017) (Live)

Hey
Havana, ooh na-na (ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na (uh)
He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?" (uh)
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with (uh)
(But I can’t without you)
I’m doin’ forever in a minute (hey)
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him (uh)
He got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, and then I had to tell him
I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Jeffery
Just graduated, fresh on campus, mm
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn
Fresh out East Atlanta
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ay)
Back it on me, shawty cravin’ on me
Get to diggin’ on me (on me)
She waited on me (then what?)
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
This is history in the makin’ on me (on me)
Point blank, close range, that B
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
I was gettin’ mula, man they feel me
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (oo-ooh)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, yeah)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, babe)
Take me back, back, back
(Hey, hey)
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Take me back to my Havana
Havana, ooh na-na
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ay, ay)
All of my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Uh huh
Oh na-na-na (oh na, yeah)
Oh na-na-na
Oh na-na-na
No, no, no, take me back
Oh na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na

Gucci Mane – Back On

Zone six
I got money that I saved then I’m back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe ’cause I’m back on road
I still do these hoes the same when I’m back on road
If you wasn’t there for me when I was all alone
Then bitch don’t expect no love when I’m back
I’m just an East Atlanta nigga with a body on this belt
I done had a million beefs but I ain’t never call for help
I’ll take a nigga bricks and I done took a nigga reup
Put that pistol on your partner made him piss all on himself
Got your bitch so pissy drunk
That she done threw up on herself
‘Fore I send her back to you
She gon’ have Guwop on her breath
I’m the last real nigga left
I’m on an island by myself
I’m my only competition so I’m battling with myself
Facing prison, drug addiction
It’s like I’m battling with myself
I done shook up all my demons
Now I’m back to myself
You didn’t keep it real nigga so just keep it to yourself
Waiting on Gucci Mane to call you
Nigga better not hold your breath
I got money that I saved then I’m back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe ’cause I’m back on road
I still do these hoes the same when I’m back on road
If you wasn’t there for me when I was all alone
Then bitch don’t expect no love when I’m back
These niggas faking like they happy but they mad I’m home
I’m the two K sixteen Al Capone
I slap a nigga with a strap and then I throw him a hunnid
He be like fuck going to trial, man just throw me the money
Can’t eat, can’t sleep, man I miss these skreets
Muhammad Ali and these skreets miss me
I went from trappin’ on the block to niggas trappin’ for me
I left the trappin’ went to rap thought you’d be happy for me
And then your jealousy turned to hate
And you wrote a statement on me
But when they let me out them gates
My bitch was waiting on me
See I ain’t mad at you homie, we ain’t got no beef
But I ain’t got no rat for you, I know you must love cheese
I got money that I saved then I’m back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe ’cause I’m back on road
I still do these hoes the same when I’m back on road
If you wasn’t there for me when I was all alone
Then bitch don’t expect no love when I’m back

Camila Cabello – Havana (On The Tonight Show) (Live)

Hey
Havana, ooh na-na (ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na (uh)
He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?" (uh)
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with (uh)
(But I can’t without you)
I’m doin’ forever in a minute (hey)
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him (uh)
He got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, and then I had to tell him
I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Jeffery
Just graduated, fresh on campus, mm
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn
Fresh out East Atlanta
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ay)
Back it on me, shawty cravin’ on me
Get to diggin’ on me (on me)
She waited on me (then what?)
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
This is history in the makin’ on me (on me)
Point blank, close range, that B
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
I was gettin’ mula, man they feel me
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (oo-ooh)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, yeah)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, babe)
Take me back, back, back
(Hey, hey)
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Take me back to my Havana
Havana, ooh na-na
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ay, ay)
All of my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Uh huh
Oh na-na-na (oh na, yeah)
Oh na-na-na
Oh na-na-na
No, no, no, take me back
Oh na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na

24hrs – Queen

[Chorus]
Does he treat you like the queen that you are?
Does he treat you like the queen that you are?
Ridin’ through Atlanta
Ridin’ through Atlanta
Sippin’ dirty Fanta
Does he treat you like the queen that you are?
Ridin’ through Atlanta
Sippin’ dirty Fanta

[Verse 1]
East Atlanta baby
She wanna have my baby
Frames from the 80’s
Wanna have my baby
Told her, told her, told her

[Bridge]
Does he treat you like the queen that you are?
Does he treat you like the queen that you are?
Ridin’ through Atlanta
Sippin’ dirty Fanta

[Verse 2]
Fuck me on your camera
Show me I’m the man
Show me I’m the man
Fight you with the hammer
Let me hit you with the hammer
She know she gettin’ lucky
She told me, "Choke me while you fuck me"
I turn her to a sleeper
She pull me in deeper
She screamin’ out, "Twenty"
She screamin’ out, "Twenty"

[Chorus]
Ridin’ through Atlanta
Sippin’ dirty Fanta
Ridin’ through Atlanta
Sippin’ dirty Fanta
Does he treat you like the queen…
Does he treat you like the queen that you are?
Ridin’ through Atlanta
Ridin’ through Atlanta
Sippin’ dirty Fanta
Does he treat you like the queen that you are?

Gucci Mane – Both (Remix) (feat. Drake & Lil Wayne)

[Intro: Southside & Future]
Southside
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I don’t usually do this but the drink has got me moody
Got me thinking ’bout decisions man
I should’ve left with Juvey
Got me bustin’ with my cutie
I can’t trust her nor her booty
Every night, she actin’ new school, I am not gon’ be a student
I got class, I got trash, I got bills, I got pills
Heard them boys gon’ write me off
Hope they also writing they wills
I got beam, I got flash, I got dreams and nightmares past
I’m allergic to the (brrrr) I’m using wings to wipe my ass
Right now I’m high as shit, I’m on a bumble [?]
I just got out my bitch, felt like the sunken place
She give me drunken face, she give me highest praise
And when I’m in LA, I’m smoking Kobe Bryant eighths
I watched my father whip the yay up like some mayonnaise
Mom’s would come home, they would argue he didn’t put away the plates
Taught me how to do my dirty, clean up at the same time
Right now I’m on a couple percs & leaning at the same time
Remix baby, Tunechi!

[Hook: Drake]
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I got so many felonies, I might can’t never go to Canada
But Drake said he gon’ pull some strings, so let me check my calendar
I just popped me one of them one what-you-call-its and it boosted my stamina
Now I’m fucking her on the banister, guess I just East Atlanta’d her
I’m in an all-red drop tarantula, fuck a Challenger
Damn these hoes ain’t got no manners, bruh, where’s the manager?
I keep throwing rubber bandies up, hoe, pull your panties up
Cause you fuck like a granny fuck, you’re just an amateur
This Patek Philipe gon’ make this crooked judge try throw the book at me
I look like half a million worth of heroin when she look at me
But you ain’t gotta fuck with me, my nig, but you’re stuck with me
But how you called the cops on me, my nig? You grew up with me

[Hook: Drake]
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now

[Verse 3: Drake]
Yeah, I’m both
Yeah, I had a drink, yeah, I smoked
Yeah, you think I need you but I don’t
Just left out Dubai with all my folk
Open water, my location is remote
Shout-out Yachty but this ain’t a Lil Boat
This some shit I wrote about when I was broke
See, the power of the mind is not a joke
Man, I said that I would do it and I did
Used to get left-overs out the fridge
Nobody was famous where I lived
Till I got it jumping at the crib
Took a lot to be able to give, I mean

[Hook: Drake]
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now

[Outro: Southside]
Southside

Young Nudy – EA (feat. 21 Savage)

[Intro Young Nudy]
Yo, yo Pierre you wanna’ come out here
Yeah, I’m from the middle finger
I’m from the eastside, 5
Zone 6
East Atlanta, EA
Brick city, yeah
Licks, all that shit
(datway)
Sticks, all that shit
Hoes, set a nigga up, all that shit
Yeah, all that shit
In the club, beat a nigga ass, take a nigga chain, all that shit

[Hook: Young Nudy]
I’m from the 5, middle finger zone 6
Dirty land, dirty sticks
Bad bitches gettin’ hit
Put a nigga on a lick
Rob a nigga for a brick
Rob a nigga for his shit
Young nigga fall off turn into a snitch
Never turn into a bitch
Gotta’ keep it cool, homie rob his ass quick
Never fallin’ off, do a nigga bad, rob him for his stash, do that
Nigga talkin’ like he a real gangster put a stick on his ass
Yeah, shoot that
Gotta keep that shit 100 with you, never switch I’m the man’s
Go and get some money, gotta get some money, never hold your hand

[Verse 1: Young Nudy]
I’m the type of motherfucker, nigga never had my hand out (never nigga)
Stupid motherfucker, in my pocket nigga, know I got my cash hangin’ out (50’s)
Big .30 on that motherfucker, long ways know that bitch hangin’ out (30’s)
Bad bitch, late night, with the slime ball know she like to hang out
Middle finger with the 5, zone 6 bitch that’s where I hang out (ea)
Apartments, late night, where a motherfucker like to do them shootouts (slime)
You ain’t bout’ what you talkin’ bout’, you can’t hang out (hang out)
Please don’t try to jump off the porch you to old now
Lame ass nigga, (lame ass nigga) wanna be street nigga, sweet ass nigga, (sweet ass nigga) put on the plate eat nigga, you ain’t bout it nigga, (you ain’t bout it nigga) been in the street

[Intrelude: Young Nudy]
For how long son?
Since I was like 13 nigga

[Hook: Young Nudy]
I’m from the 5, middle finger zone 6
Dirty land, dirty sticks
Bad bitches gettin’ hit
Put a nigga on a lick
Rob a nigga for a brick
Rob a nigga for his shit
Young nigga fall off turn into a snitch
Never turn into a bitch
Gotta’ keep it cool, homie rob his ass quick
Never fallin’ off, do a nigga bad, rob him for his stash, do that
Nigga talkin’ like he a real gangster put a stick on his ass
Yeah, shoot that
Gotta keep that shit 100 with you, never switch I’m the man’s
Go and get some money, gotta get some money, never hold your hand

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Middle finger with the 5 (6)
Tinted windows when we slide (sticks)
Glock .40, Draco, know I’m ridin’ round’ nigga with the slime (slime)
Shoot a nigga in his spine (spine)
Nigga’s snitch to cut time (21)
We the fox five gang, nigga’s gettin’ whacked snitcin’ on mine (facts)
Back it up, back it up, .223 gon’ make a nigga back it up (21)
Tryna’ strip a nigga, gotta’ change my outfit, nigga it ain’t black enough (ya digg)
Bouldercrest road, Glenwood road, name a hood I’ll wack it up (6)
Nigga’s run to their plug, cyrin’, sayin’ slaughter gang keep taxin’ us (pussy)
I get the racks and then I stack it up (21)
This is not a scat pack, this a hell cat and it’s on angel dust (fow fow)
Nigga break a news gang, fuck nigga we dangerous (ya digg)
I get inside that pussy, beat her back out, know a nigga strangle her (I did)
That fake ass jewelry tangled up (21)

[Hook: Young Nudy]
I’m from the 5, middle finger zone 6
Dirty land, dirty sticks
Bad bitches gettin’ hit
Put a nigga on a lick
Rob a nigga for a brick
Rob a nigga for his shit
Young nigga fall off turn into a snitch
Never turn into a bitch
Gotta’ keep it cool, homie rob his ass quick
Never fallin’ off, do a nigga bad, rob him for his stash, do that
Nigga talkin’ like he a real gangster put a stick on his ass
Yeah, shoot that
Gotta keep that shit 100 with you, never switch I’m the man’s
Go and get some money, gotta get some money, never hold your hand

Gucci Mane – Ever (3 For Free Mixtape)

[Intro: Shawty Redd & Gucci Mane]
It’s 2017 nigga
Welcome home ‘wop, blurr
Shawty Redd, new bitch nigga, y’all niggas motherfuck’ at?
Pyrex pot
East Atlanta, Zone 6
Trap house
Nigga where y’all think this shit started from, nigga
It’s Gucci
Ay Guc’, welcome home my nigga, I salute to you my nigga
Ay, hol’ up

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Let me take you back to my Shawty Redd days
Just sold ten bales, pulled up to the club blazed
In an all-red Charger with some with some on-set trays
Hittin’ on all-red kush, got on all-red J’s
Got a trap house in the 6 with a 12-foot fence
I’m Guwop the walkin’ lick but can’t nobody take shit
Had to shut the trap down, the red Dolce’s hit
Had to crack it back up, the red dogs ain’t shit
See your pack just touched, everybody want bricks
So you can tell the black cats they can suck my dick
It’s just a Sun Valley nigga, I’m had tryna get rich
I killed your dog yesterday, you can call me Mike Vick
Say you never met a killer, then you never met me
Hold up, hold up, they done let the ‘wop free
Hold up, hold up, he say he want a hundred keys
Well pull up, pull up, none for you and more for me

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Gucci how you feel, like the richest nigga ever
Twenty-seventeen, still the slickest nigga ever
Ain’t nobody in my lane, ain’t nobody on my level
Leave the house without a strap, nigga never fuckin’ ever
This a customized belt, so you would never fuckin’ ever
Let a bitch stress me, I would never fuckin’ ever
Let a nigga press me, I would never fuckin’ ever
(It’s Gucci!)
They say never say never but I never fuckin’ ever
(It’s Gucci!)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Don’t go with my main squeeze, she ain’t gotta fuck me
But bitch ain’t never met a nigga that can hustle like me
And you’ll never meet a nigga with a duffel like me
With the money and the mind and the muscle like me
I done rob so many niggas I can’t even trust me
Gotta walk in with the strap, they can never search me
Call me Gucci the unmercable, they’ll never merc me
I just bought a new convertible, they’ll never touch me
I hate mice, I hate rats, nigga that’s my pet peeve
I throw stacks, I shoot dice, nigga I’m so side street
If you ain’t ’bout lettin’ that pistol go, don’t stand beside me
Said Guwop ain’t got eight figures, I feel like you’re tryin’ me
‘Wop

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Gucci how you feel, like the richest nigga ever
Twenty-seventeen, still the slickest nigga ever
Ain’t nobody in my lane, ain’t nobody on my level
Leave the house without a strap, nigga never fuckin’ ever
This a customized belt, so you would never fuckin’ ever
Let a bitch stress me, I would never fuckin’ ever
Let a nigga press me, I would never fuckin’ ever
They say never say never but I never fuckin’ ever
(It’s Gucci!)

GUCCI MANE – Both lyrics

Southside
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

I got so many felonies I might can’t never go to Canada
But Drake said he gon’ pull some strings
So let me check my calendar
I just popped one of them one what-you-call-its
And it boosted my stamina
Now I’m fucking her on the banister
Guess I just East Atlanta’d her
I’m in an all red drop tarantula
Fuck a Challenger
Damn these hoes ain’t got no manners bruh
Where’s the manager?
I keep throwing rubber bandies up
Ho pull your panties up
Cause you fuck like a granny fuck
You’re just an amateur
This petite Philipe gon’ make this crooked judge
Try throw the book at me
I look like half a million worth of heroin
When she look at me
But you ain’t gotta fuck with me my nig
But you’re stuck with me
But how you called the cops on me my nig?
You grew up with me

I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now

Yeah, I’m both
Yeah, I had a drink, yeah I smoked
Yeah, you think I need you, but I don’t
Just left out Dubai with all my folks
Open water, my location is remote
Shout out Yachty but this ain’t a lil boat
This some shit I wrote up back when I was broke
See the power of the mind is not a joke
Man, I said that I would do it and I did
Used to get leftovers out the fridge
Nobody was famous where I lived
Till I got it jumping at the crib
Took a lot to be able to give, I mean

I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now

Southside

Gucci Mane – Both (feat. Drake)

[Intro: Southside & Future]
Southside
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I got so many felonies I might can’t never go to Canada
But Drake said he gon’ pull some strings
So let me check my calendar
I just popped one of them one what-you-call-its
And it boosted my stamina
Now I’m fucking her on the banister
Guess I just East Atlanta’d her
I’m in an all red drop tarantula
Fuck a Challenger
Damn these hoes ain’t got no manners bruh
Where’s the manager?
I keep throwing rubber bandies up
Hoe, pull your panties up
Cause you fuck like a granny fuck
You’re just an amateur
This Patek Philipe gon’ make this crooked judge
Try throw the book at me
I look like half a million worth of heroin
When she look at me
But you ain’t gotta fuck with me my nig
But you’re stuck with me
But how you called the cops on me my nig?
You grew up with me

[Hook: Drake]
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now

[Verse 2: Drake]
Yeah, I’m both
Yeah, I had a drink, yeah I smoked
Yeah, you think I need you, but I don’t
Just left out Dubai with all my folks
Open water, my location is remote
Shout out Yachty but this ain’t a lil boat
This some shit I wrote up back when I was broke
See the power of the mind is not a joke
Man, I said that I would do it and I did
Used to get leftovers out the fridge
Nobody was famous where I lived
Till I got it jumping at the crib
Took a lot to be able to give, I mean

[Hook: Drake]
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now

[Outro: Southside]
Southside

MADEINTYO – Uber Everywhere (On MTV’s Wonderland) (Live) letras

Nawfside cooling, shorty, yeah that’s where I stay
Heard you was a lame boy, get up out my face
And my ex keep calling, swear that she be in the way
And I need a thick Redbone shorty where I lay
Bad bihh in LA tell me that she’ll make the trip
Shorty bad as hell, yeah, with them Kylie Jenner lips
Uber every fucking where, pre-rolls in my VIP
Canada jawn, yeah I think that bitch from the 6
Shorty wanna kiss me, but I know she sucking dick
Shorty wanna kiss me, but I know she sucking dick
Look, Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in the VIP
Yeah, Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in my VIP
Aye (skrr skrr)
Yeah, I wanna get the ‘Rari, but I know it takes some time (skrr skrr)
Pre-roll shorty light it up you know you fine
Lil 5 with my 5 and I’m rolling up the gas
And I need my leg room, Bapestas, first class
East Atlanta jawn Cookout on Moreland Ave (skrr skrr)
She say she bout that action but I think that Imma pass
Shorty wanna fuck me but I know I got some top
Shorty wanna fuck me but I just got some top (skrr skrr)
I can’t fuck with ops never stop pull up in that juice box
Uber fucking everywhere
Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in my VIP (skrr skrr)
Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in my VIP
And I think that bitch from canada
I think she from the 6
Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in the VIP
Hey hey hey (skrr skrr)
Hey hey hey (skrr skrr)
Hey hey hey (skrr skrr)
Hey hey hey (skrr skrr)

Gucci Mane – Money Machine (feat. Rick Ross) (Woptober Album) letras

[Intro]
Wop, money!
(Honorable C-Note)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Florescent lamps in my crib, providing life for my seeds
I’m a get money marine, I sent coke in submarines
Irrigation machines, hydraulic water machines
My money counting machine sound like a sewing machine
Cash machine on the dresser, machine gun with that compressor
Dope presser machine, I’m re-rocking everything
Claim I’m laundering money but where the washing machines?
They know my trap house pump out quarters like a slot machine
In a futuristic whip look like a time machine
Old school dropped a lil one fine machine
Making chips off coke and soda like a vending machine
Dog food with the quinoa in my blending machine
Sip so much Codeine and Sprite I need a soda machine
So I can sit it next to my joint rolling machine
And it’s placed parallel to the Carbon 15
With the scope, monkey nuts, and the infrared beam
The machine don’t make the man, the man make the machine
So many try to sabotage, can’t stop the regime
Call me ‘Wop the puppet master, I’m just pulling the strings
Screaming please don’t look at me pappy like American me
Take a tour with me a-down south, American G
Tryna flood the dirty south, East Atlanta, and streets
With this high grade uncut Colombian tea
Yeah I got it for cheap but you ain’t get it from me
Got this high grade uncut Colombian tea
Yeah I got it for cheap but you can’t get it for free

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine go beep-beep
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine go beep-beep
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine, my, beep
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine go beep-beep
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine go beep-beep

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
8 figure niggas man
When I say boss I mean that, ya heard me?
I’m so fuck what I sold, my toilet seats solid gold
You should see my new palace cause that bitch bigger than Lowe’s
I’m a 8 figure nigga, I run the check to the ceiling
Since Gucci came home bitches back in they feelings
I’m in Dubai on parole, I Abu Dhabi my hoes
If she fuck all the rappers, she say hip hop in her soul
100 grand in all twenties, they said that I couldn’t
50 grand to my bitch just cause her ex was looking
Red bottom boss, I call the yayo caucasian
Choppers sleep on the couch ready for home invasions
These pussies watching my Snap, they know that I’m strapped
On the road to the riches bitches I’m running my laps

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine go beep-beep
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine go beep-beep
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine, my, beep
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine go beep-beep
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine go beep-beep

[Outro]
Wizop, beep, racks