Charli XCX – Ride Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
You know I need the windows rolled down
Hundred miles, tires screech
Burnin’ rubber, limousine off the chain
I go for 24 hour, neon pink, bring the heat
‘Bout to swerve-a-swerve right through your lane

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s like we’re on the same wave
It’s like we’re on the same wave, now
We ’bout to go Miami
It’s like we’re on the same wave, no, no, no

[Chorus]
I wanna hop in the ride, drugs in the ride (Shh)
Drink in the ride, fucked up in the ride
I wanna hop in the ride, drugs in the ride (Shh)
Drink in the ride, fucked up in the ride
I wanna hop in the ride (Right now), drugs in the ride (Right now)
Drink in the ride, fucked up in the ride
I wanna hop in the ride (Right now), drugs in the ride (Right now)
Drink in the ride, fucked up in the ride (I wanna)

[Verse 2]
Foot on the gas
Squeezin’ on it like juice
Pedal pusher, sippin’ on lemonade
Kaleidoscope, traffic light
All I see is red and blues
Guess we got a couple friends on the way

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s like we’re on the same wave
It’s like we’re on the same wave, now
We ’bout to go Miami
It’s like we’re on the same wave, no, no, no

[Chorus]
I wanna hop in the ride, drugs in the ride
Drink in the ride, fucked up in the ride
I wanna hop in the ride, drugs in the ride
Drink in the ride, fucked up in the ride
I wanna hop in the ride (Right now), drugs in the ride (Right now)
Drink in the ride, fucked up in the ride (I wanna, yeah)

Roddy Ricch – Perfect Time Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
Peanut butter seats came perfect time
Rich but I’m still ducking one time
I seen the light, then I climbed in
Had to take ’em out, we ain’t gon’ dine in
Shawty done fell in love with all my diamonds
But everybody change on you like the seasons (Yeah)
Sippin’ 1942, Don Julio
I ain’t got time for all these eyes and these groupie hoes

[Verse 1]
Late night, I’ve been cruisin’ down the interstate
Late night, I’ve been thinkin’ a lot of niggas hate
Told my dawg let’s pour tons of Ace
If he talkin’ out his lip, we gotta give cuz a taste
I can’t let no niggas mock my name
Especially when these lil’ niggas see me as reputable
And the OG’s respect me that done came out my section
We just bought Cullinan just to maintain
I talk to him, my brother ‘nem, he on the same thang
We just tryna motivate, bought the AP, show the face
Feel like I’m a Zoe today, feel like I’m a woe today
I was in Miami with a bitch, gave me cold face
She had this dick on her noseplate

[Chorus]
Peanut butter seats came perfect time
Rich but I’m still ducking one time
I seen the light, then I climbed in
Had to take ’em out, we ain’t gon’ dine in
Shawty done fell in love with all my diamonds
But everybody change on you like the seasons
Sippin’ 1942, Don Julio
I ain’t got time for all these eyes and these groupie hoes

[Verse 2]
I don’t know what love is, I can’t tell
Everybody come around like carousel, hmm
She got a birthday cake like it’s my twenty-first
I done came a long way, I made it out the dirt, yeah
See my niggas in the hearse, havin’ nightmares in church
Tryna make sure my mama got a couple racks in her purse
Got a showroom, car came from the top row, yeah
Don’t give no opps hope
I just gave my dawg a Rollie, told him take the clock approach

[Chorus]
Peanut butter seats came perfect time
Rich but I’m still ducking one time
I seen the light, then I climbed in
Had to take ’em out, we ain’t gon’ dine in
Shawty done fell in love with all my diamonds
But everybody change on you like the seasons
Sippin’ 1942, Don Julio
I ain’t got time for all these eyes and these groupie hoes

Rick Ross – Summer Reign Lyrics

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[Intro: Rick Ross]
Summer reign
Let’s let the top down
H Money
Convertible music

[Chorus: Summer Walker & Rick Ross]
All I ask is that you hold it down for me
‘Cause you told me you would be my everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me (I got it, uh)
We could hustle this together, you and me
‘Cause I told you I could be your everything (Yes)
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Double M the logo, let the hustle take its course (Maybach Music)
I let you fuck me once, you wanna make me yours
Gucci shopping bags, I stuff ’em in the 4×4’s
Stop at Louis, post a picture, kill ’em, no remorse
Kill the lights, let’s light a candle, come and fuck the boy (Boy)
Whisper nothings in my ear you know that I’ll enjoy (Ah)
What you talkin’ not a problem ’cause I handle yours
50 stacks a pocket really just for amateurs (Haha)
Lickin’ on your neck, might wake up pissing in a cup (Huh)
Threw Belaire bottles on ice just for me to bust (Yes)
When you do it like I do, I make you fall in love
Never slippin’ but the difference is the all above

[Chorus: Summer Walker & Rick Ross]
All I ask is that you hold it down for me
‘Cause you told me you would be my everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me
We could hustle this together, you and me
‘Cause I told you I could be your everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me, yeah (Huh)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Kissing on you might create some freaky scenes
Playing in your weave before I spark my weed
Fuck you on the beach, then order UberEats
Come to this crib in Lamborghini trucks, then lose my keys
New hairdo, she do it big, the stack just for the wig
Tinted windows on the whip, Richard on her wrist
Look at how I live, this young nigga rich (Huh)
A car wash every day, that dirty money bliss
Cocaine residue all on my Fendi shoes
Wanna see you shine, that’s if we win or lose
Told her she can pick my casket and my favorite suit (Yeah)
We pray we only lasted if we kept it true (True)
Move you to Miami, that’s how gangsters play (Boss)
Ass filling out her Fashion Nova every day
Time is money, and it’s been a minute now
She a centerfold, every night I pin it down

[Chorus: Summer Walker]
All I ask is that you hold it down for me (Hold it down)
‘Cause you told me you would be my everything (Hold it down)
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me (Put it on me, baby, yeah)
We could hustle this together, you and me (Oh, yeah)
‘Cause I told you I could be your everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me (Baby)

[Outro: Summer Walker]
All I ask is that you hold it down for me
‘Cause I told you I would be your everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me, baby
We could hustle this together, you and me
‘Cause I told you I would be your everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me

Denzel Curry – CAROLMART Lyrics

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[Intro]
You know, being from Dade County
We do the fly shit naturally, man
We do the stuntin’ shit naturally, why?
Huh, ’cause we blendin’ in with the environment man, haha
Ayy
FnZ
Oh damn
South Florida might the most beautifulest place in the land, homie
Look at all these bad bitches
How can you not ride with one in the drop?
How can you not catch a stunt in the most perfectest weather the Earth’s got?

[Chorus: Ice Billion Berg]
I got a pocket full of money and my teeth glitter
It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
A real-ass nigga from the 305
I was raised off of Trina, Trick, Rick, and Plies
When it comes to that green shit, I am anti
‘Cause I’d rather see a man live than a man die
Run down or you run track, oh, that boy cat
Get the gat, make it go brrat, leave that boy flat
All black, make the back block look like Baghdad
Play the track, it’s a special way I fold my flag, uh

[Chorus: Ice Billion Berg]
Pocket full of money and my teeth glitter
Somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh
I got a pocket full of money and my teeth glitter
It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh

[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Hear the bass down the block ’cause the trunk keep knockin’
Got them bushidō blades ’cause the rims keep choppin’
UM for the swag to get Miami poppin’
You could smoke a lil’ weed long as you ain’t flockin’
Put Dade on the map, gotta stay with a strap
Stay away from a roach ’cause they raidin’ the trap
I’m the Raiden of rap when they tell that boy, “Finish him”
It’s nothin’ but fatalities, them crackers gon’ sentence ’em, huh

[Chorus: Ice Billion Berg]
Pocket full of money, and my teeth glitter
Somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh
I got a pocket full of money, and my teeth glitter
It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh
I got a pocket full of money, and my teeth glitter
It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh

[Outro]
It depends on if the bitches feel like playin’ today
But you know they always with it, Curry, hah
Ayy, I’m out this bitch, man, Yayo

Moneybagg Yo – Toxic Lyrics

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[Intro]
I ain’t even gon’ lie, like
This shit hard tryna repair the trust and shit
When I was all in your face, why you ain’t say it then?
Wait ’til I leave to send texts and shit

[Chorus]
Never know how you feelin’, want me to guess it (Want me to guess it)
How we go from fighting and yelling to sexing? (Can you tell me?)
Can’t leave you ‘lone, I’m obsession ’bout your complexion (How you coming)
But like bad service on FaceTime, got poor connection (Poor connection)

[Verse]
What this is? What we doin’?
All of this arguing, I can’t do it
One day you love me, the next day you through with me
Tellin’ your friend the shit you gon’ do with me
You was my rider, holding it down
You was my queen, gave you the crown (True)
When I get back, we can sit down (Why?)
Ain’t tryna deal with this shit right now (No, hey)
I was ridin’ one night, thinkin’ ’bout that shit you said (Said)
I just looked at your text message, left your shit on read (What it say?)
You just want me in rotation, playin’ with my head (What else?)
And you always tryna hide me, ain’t no Easter egg (Ain’t April)
Disrespectful ho, this bitch that we go back and forth (Forth)
Then after that we suckin’, fuckin’, lovin’, makin’ noise (Ugh)
I let you push the Wraith around because what’s mine is yours (Straight up)
Sometimes we don’t get along, this shit feel like a chore (I don’t like it)
I swear you the trillest, I don’t know no other
Show me you with me and ride like a shuttle
I put the dick on you and eat you like supper
I hold up your legs and I spread ’em like butter (Ugh, I cut her)
Yeah, tell me, just what is we doin’? (Huh?)
I been through some shit, man, I’m ruined (I am)
I’ll deal with this when I’m not touring (Ooh)
Rollin’ up loud, my head in the clouds (Head in the air, thinkin’ ’bout shit)
Like property, feel like I’m lost and I’m found (It feel like I’m off and I’m on with you)
I kept evolving, you ain’t grow (No)
Hoes will go when you say no (So)
When I’m sleep, you scroll and post
You doin’ too much, now you doin’ the most
Flew you to Cali, out to Miami
When you get home, back unhappy (Crazy)
Now you lurkin’, lookin’ for shit
Tried to slap me, now we jackin’
Leaving is easier said than done
Didn’t wanna seem like I left you for dead
I knew you would let that shit go to your head
And say that I changed for the bread
Swear I’m playin’ under you with another bitch, man, look, stop it
Comin’ like I’m gon’ against the grain, tellin’ me that I’m oppin’
Lettin’ emotions get the best of you when you know how I’m rockin’
Go through way more bad than good, how we let this shit get toxic?

[Chorus]
Never know how you feelin’, want me to guess it (Want me to guess it)
How we go from fighting and yelling to sexing? (Can you tell me?)
Can’t leave you ‘lone, I’m obsession ’bout your complexion (How you coming)
But like bad service on FaceTime, got poor connection (Poor connection)

Juice WRLD – Sadness Lyrics

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[Intro]
We’re laying in bed
I lock eyes, our eyes lock

[Chorus]
Our eyes locked, you can see the sadness
My heart stops, every time you call my name
My jaw drops, you fell from the stars and i’m star struck
You fell from the stars
Girl am I lost?
We’re down, we’re sad, is it my fault?
I apologize for all of the lies, oh
I won’t, treat you like the rest of those guys, oh

[Verse 1]
I’m of the percs, you don’t condone it
You say it makes me act atrocious
But I can’t stand life when i’m sober
Take my heart, I’ll hand it over
6 months in it gets colder, I don’t want us to be over
Let’s make love until we die, and let’s fuck til we slumpt over
Be my first date, I know you hate to see my bleed
I don’t deserve your love, I tend to fuck up everything
It feels like i’m not enough, ‘nough, ‘nough, ‘nough
This a conversation, not a love song

[Chorus]
Our eyes locked, you can see the sadness
My heart stops, every time you call my name
My jaw drops, you fell from the stars and i’m star struck
You fell from the stars
Girl am I lost?
We’re down, we’re sad, is it my fault?
I apologize for all of the lies, oh
I won’t, treat you like the rest of those guys, oh

[Verse 2]
I wanna know, is it gonna be forever or temporary?
If you leave it’ll hurt, keep the tissue ready
Got the drugs on the table, I’m ready
Put Rick on your slippers, no Cinderella
Remember when you went to the fortune teller
She told you we need each other
Ha, what if she’s trippin’, i’m just kidding
Back to the main focus, I think that you’re gorgeous
You love the way that I stroke it, signing my name on your neck
You use to make potions, play around with witchcraft
I wonder if you put that in my lean and I drank that

[Chorus]
Our eyes locked, you can see the sadness
My heart stops, every time you call my name
My jaw drops, you fell from the stars and i’m star struck
You fell from the stars
Girl am I lost?
We’re down, we’re sad, is it my fault?
I apologize for all of the lies, oh
I won’t, treat you like the rest of those guys, oh

[Bridge]
We met in the twilight zone
I fall apart, but you keep me whole
We met on the west coast, but i still see Miami in your soul

[Chorus]
Our eyes locked, you can see the sadness
My heart stops, every time you call my name
My jaw drops, you fell from the stars and i’m star struck
You fell from the stars
Girl am I lost?
We’re down, we’re sad, is it my fault?
I apologize for all of the lies, oh
I won’t, treat you like the rest of those guys, oh

Quando Rondo – Neighborhood Hero Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, ooh, uh, ayy
Quando Rondo, nigga
Relly Made
(They locked up my nigga Pablo, they hit him with a RICO
Spin on they block with my sawed-off, but keep that on the D-low
Lil’ shawty look just like a model, a neighborhood hero
I fuck with… lil’ mama, I fuck with her people)

[Chorus]
I put some VV’s in my teeths and that shit cost a kilo
Spin on they block for like a week, but keep that on the D-low
I’ma put some pennies in the streets just to feed my lil’ people
My youngin up Miami heat at the three just like D-Rose
I know, she know, he know
But he don’t know I know, we know
I know, he know, she know
But they don’t know I know
I know she know, but keep that on the D-low
He know I know, I fuck ’round with her people
I know, oh, that neighborhood hero
I know, I don’t know, my neck below zero

[Verse 1]
I really came from the trenches, I had to grind to get it
I got no love for these bitches, I gotta chase these benjis
I came from posted on the corner grippin’ on extensions
Spin on they block, I’ma let off some shots
And I swear I won’t leave ’til somebody be missin’
I don’t know how to park that brand new Bentley
Got the gears unlocked, that’s why they envy
Got a real big bag, if you want it, I’ll spend it
I come from the trenches, they call me Lil Dangerous
They must’ve said you know I sent it
Got a real big Glock and the clip extended
No overlap mall, I shop at Lenox
On the dope boy block, drip in Givenchy
She want Chanel on her feet, brand new Louis V
We just spent a load at Christian D, we don’t do Gucci
We can go and make a lil’ movie, is you here with me?
I don’t know why the fuck you do just what you do to me, woah

[Chorus]
I put some VV’s in my teeths and that shit cost a kilo
Spin on they block for like a week, but keep that on the D-low
I’ma put some pennies in the streets just to feed my lil’ people
My youngin up Miami heat at the three just like D-Rose
I know, she know, he know
But he don’t know I know, we know
I know, he know, she know
But they don’t know I know
I know she know, but keep that on the D-low
He know I know, I fuck ’round with her people
I know, oh, that neighborhood hero
I know, I don’t know, my neck below zero

[Verse 2]
Speak on my name, don’t even know me, just make sure you speakin’ facts
I’m nothin’ like them broke kids, baby, I’ma spend them racks
Every time them hitters miss, I drop ten bands, they spinnin’ back
I’m never trippin’ ’bout the pack, I lose it then get it right back
Got Bonnie and Doja, that Doja smoke just like some crack
And every time I count the green and load the clip, she pour my Act’
She’s nothin’ like these other hoes, she know to throw it back
She look at me just like a boss, I drip that sauce, she dig my swag

[Chorus]
I put some VV’s in my teeths and that shit cost a kilo
Spin on they block for like a week, but keep that on the D-low
I’ma put some pennies in the streets just to feed my lil’ people
My youngin up Miami heat at the three just like D-Rose
I know, she know, he know
But he don’t know I know, we know
I know, he know, she know
But they don’t know I know
I know she know, but keep that on the D-low
He know I know, I fuck ’round with her people
I know, oh, that neighborhood hero
I know, I don’t know, my neck below zero

[Outro]
I fucked around her people
But keep that on the D-low
The neighborhood hero
I know, he know, she know

Kodak Black – Christmas in Miami Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, I don’t know if I wanna call this detox ’cause I’m like… I’m puttin’ away a lot of old shit just so I can be with this one individual, but at the same time, all I really want for Christmas is her

[Verse 1]
I put the Glizzys down so I could be with you
I put the Remy down, I don’t want no more of this juice, yeah
I put the Henny down, I’ma throw away the Goose, yeah
‘Cause I be showin’ out, another side of truth, yeah
India, I had loved you like you mine, babe
You was runnin’ all through my head, you gave me migraines, mmm
I cannot lie and say that I’m fine
Took another sip to write this rhyme, ooh
I cannot lie and say that I’m fine
Took another bitch to ease my mind, ayy

[Chorus]
Now I’ma spend my Christmas in Miami
I’ma be in Miami, I’ma be in Mi—

[Verse 2]
I’m from Broward, but my lady from Miami
I’ma hit her with no Jim Beam, show her to my family
They so curious, but we not into y’all
She say, “Period,” I be like, “Periodt”
She can have any nigga, I can get like any broad
She don’t be milkin’ me, but she be milkin’ y’all
I know you prolly dealt with a few celebrities
But I don’t even care, I need you next to me
Can you see the best of me? Want you to marry me?
Would you say yes to me? Want you to marry me this year
Even get down on my knees, pull out that carat ring
And don’t embarrass me, want you to marry me this year
Am I movin’ too fast? ‘Cause I’ll slow it down
You the only reason I felt like puttin’ down my four pound
You the only reason I ain’t runnin’ ’round with them hunnid rounds
Slidin’ ’round in an opp’s town, you the only reason I ain’t locked down
I just wanna love you, baby, just don’t make no fool of me
I know on your birthday I ain’t gotta buy you jewelry
I know on your birthday I ain’t gotta splurge you
Just because it’s Christmas, you don’t need a Birkin
And you all I want for Christmas
You all I want for Christmas
You all I want for Christmas (It’s you, love)

[Outro]
It’s you
It’s you
I know it, I know it’s you

Sheck Wes – Never Lost Lyrics

[Intro]
Mudboy
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Time never wasted and love never lost
Talent done took me places never been
You don’t know why, why, you love me so much
You never had love, but felt it before
Where I came from, they shootin’ the four (Mudboy)
Where I come from, no books in the stores (Bitch)
Where I come from, there’s hate and no love

[Verse 2]
My cousins’ behavior startin’ to rub off
I’m pickin’ up on their bad habits
My mother said that she don’t like it at all
She sendin’ me back ’cause she can’t have it
She can’t have it (She wanna send me back)
But it’s time never wasted and love never lost
Time never wasted and love never lost (I ain’t tryna hear that shit)
Time never wasted and love never lost (So, uh)
Time never wasted and love never lost (Mudboy)
Time never wasted and… kill, kill (Bitch)
Kill, kill (Bitch)

[Verse 3]
Bitch, yeah, gettin’ straight to the bag (That bag)
Countin’ nothin’ but cash (Check)
Hoes love me and they love, uh shakin’ that ass
Uh, ’cause Sheck Wes got that ever
Lastin’, everlastin’, got that ever Glad bag
Hoes glad when they pick up cash
Young Sheck Wes, I walk out, I walk out
Real quick, real fast (Fast, dash)
Damn, got the trunk out, uh, trunk in the nose
Uh, throw up L when I pose
Uh, young Sheck Wes pull up to the show (Show)
What they screamin’? “Live Sheck Wes”
What they screamin’ (Uh)? “Don’t die Sheck Wes (Uh)
We need you here Sheck Wes (Uh)
You gotta stay alive Sheck Wes”
I will, uh (Kill)
Motherfuckers won’t kill, uh (Kill)
I got motherfuckers
Niggas too real, uh (Real, real)
My niggas too real, uh (Real, real)
Your niggas too L-I-E (Kill, kill)
My niggas will kill, uh
My niggas will D-I-E uh
For M-E, yes Sheck Wes (Ain’t nothin’ but L’s, kill)
Hot like Miami
And I ain’t goin’ back so fuck that
I don’t care about none of that other shit (Miami)
Fuck that (Telemundo)
Yeah, you wanna know why?
Sheck Wes running the full court on ’em

[Refrain]
‘Cause niggas out here will kill, kill
Young niggas gotta eat, eat-eat
Young niggas gotta get a mil’, mil’
Young niggas grew steel (Uh)
These young niggas too real, real
Niggas out here gettin’ killed (Get killed)
These young niggas too real (Too real)
Niggas out here gettin’ killed (Uh uh, lust gang)
These young niggas too real
Gotta eat, gotta eat, gotta get a mil’
Clear mine, nigga, I’ma steal (Steal)
These young niggas too real (Too real)
These young niggas too real, real (Bitch)
These young niggas too real (Too real)
Kill, kill, kill, got a flip list
Kill, kill, kill, got a flip list

[Verse 4]
Add on to the killings like Michael B. Jordan (Uh)
In Wakanda on the Black Panther (Uh)
I’ma add on to the skin (Uh, uh)
Yes Sheck Wes I be goin’ in, goin’ in
I be goin’ in like a porn-star (Porn-star)
Yes Sheck Wes I be goin’ in, goin’ in
Going in like a motherfucking all-star (All-star)
I’ma, uh, all-star to her
Yes Sheck Wes got all-star to her
Like it’s 9-5
Bitch I’m darker than a motherfuckin’ Waka-Wakanda

[Refrain]
Kill, kill
Niggas gotta kill, kill
Niggas gotta eat, eat, eat (Kill, kill)
Niggas gotta get that mil’, mil’

[Outro]
Time never wasted and love never lost
Time never wasted and love never lost
Time never wasted and time never wasted
And time never wasted and love never lost
Time never wasted and love never lost (Forgiving)
My talents done took me where I never been
(Kill, kill, niggas gotta eat)
Time never wasted and love never lost
My talents done took me where I never been (Bitch)
Time never wasted and love never lost

Marc Anthony – Esta Rico lyrics

[Intro: Will Smith, Bad Bunny & Marc Anthony]
Marc Anthony
Bad Bunny baby-be-be-be-be-be
Will Smith
Haciendo historia
Haha, woo

[Pre-Coro: Marc Anthony]
Tú quieres algo y se te ve
Aquí hay ambiente pa’ ahora y pa’ después
Ya tú probaste, la otra vez
Por eso sabes-

[Coro: Marc Anthony]
Que esto está rico
Está rico
Está rico
Tú sabes que esto está rico
Está rico
Esto está rico
Tú sabes que esto está rico

[Verso 1: Will Smith]
Hola, yes, it’s the Prince
In an unmarked car with the tints
Marc Anthony with the new anthem
Yeah, I know, is a lil’ intense
Ferragamo on the collar
We gon’ mash a throttle in Miami harbor
Girl, you want me like a shadow
You make the move, make it matter
Hey now, well I guess we can play now
Blend my Philly way now
With your latina sway now
Sacude tu cadera (pull up!)
Always taking pictures (woo!)
Laughing, blowing kisses
I think you’re delicious
Marc, what this is?

[Coro: Marc Anthony & Will Smith]
Está rico (oh-oh)
Está rico (oh-oh)
Está rico (oh-oh)
Tú sabes que esto está rico (oh-oh)
Que está rico (oh-oh)
Esto está rico (oh-oh)
Tú sabes-

[Verso 2: Bad Bunny]
Ey, si tú tienes un novio, mami, no lo digas
Enamora’o de ese culo, Dios lo bendiga
Ey, tráete a tus amigas
Dura, dura, dura, ella no tiene liga
Desde aquí pa’l bote
Chiquita con el booty bien grandote
Me lo hace ricote (ye)
Me pone bellaco y hace que se note
Échate el spray
Vamos pa’ la sombra que hoy te voy hacer las de Grey (¡wouh!)
Si quieres te echo otro pero dame un break

[Coro: Marc Anthony, Will Smith & Bad Bunny]
Que esto está rico (oh-oh)
Está rico (oh-oh)
Esto está rico (oh-oh)
Tú sabes que esto está rico (oh-oh)
Está rico (oh-oh)
Esto está rico (oh-oh)
(Bad Bunny baby-be-be-be)
Tú sabes-

[Verso 3: Marc Anthony]
¿Dónde?
Donde sea rico si es contigo
Da lo mismo Nueva York o Londres
Si quieres te llevo a Puerto Rico
Y lo hacemos rico

[Puente: Will Smith & Marc Anthony]
Sacude tu cadera (oooh-oooh)
Always taking pictures
Laughing, blowing kisses (oooh-oooh)
I think your delicious
Sacude tu cadera (oooh-oooh)
Always taking pictures
Laughing, blowing kisses (oooh-oooh)
I think your delicious

[Pre-Coro: Marc Anthony]
Tú quieres algo y se te ve
Aquí hay ambiente pa’ ahora y pa’ después
Ya tú probaste la otra vez
Por eso sabes-

[Coro: Marc Anthony, Will Smith & Bad Bunny]
Que esto está rico
Esto está rico
Esto está rico
Tú sabes que esto está rico
Esto está rico

[Outro: Will Smith & Bad Bunny]
For the people, one time
Alright you gotta play that again
You gotta play that again
Thats fire right?
Yeah, esto está rico
Y tú estas rica, hoy yo te lo hago bien rico
Ey, como lo hacemos en Puerto Rico
Bad Bunny baby-be-be-be-be-be

Nicki Minaj – Miami lyrics

[Intro: Kodak Black]
I ain’t really finna tell y’all how to get away with murder and shit

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
I flew in from Trinidad, peep this nigga pressin’
I think that he popped a molly ’cause look how he sweatin’
I’ma let my niggas rob him as soon as it set in
None of you bum bitches can sit with me and Gretchen
It’s the biggest, a bitch ain’t cough one time
It’s the sickest, I don’t ever clique up
But they know who the clique is
Fast little bitches, but of course I’m the quickest
Mortal Kombat, ninja Nicki, who ya pick is?

[Interlude: Patty Duke]
Ayo, queen, got the customers out here man
They lovin’ this shit, man, they lovin’ this shit, man
Where you at man, where you at man?
We need you here, man, I know you in Miami

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties, that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, you could take all of my bitches out to Abu Dhabi
Let one of my besties confiscate your Maserati
You should throw a party on the yacht for everybody
If we fuck your shit up, OMG, I’m very sorry
You could call me Barbie, ’cause I look just like a dolly
Yes, I bury them when they come for me, call me Halle
Since I finished her, my niggas call me the finale
I’m a busy bitch, I’m filthy rich, no time to polly
Ayo, swerve to the palace, this the queen like a [?]
Put 15 million dollars, on it, ask LL, I’m doin’ it
Don’t get cute and ruin it, all my skill, I hone it
I pity opponents, it look easy don’t it
(It look easy don’t it, it look easy don’t it)

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

[Outro: Patty Duke]
Yo, Nick, what’s good? This ya boy Patty Duke
Man, you already know we got shit movin’ out here, man
That these bitches ain’t fuckin’ wit’ you
They ain’t fuckin’ wit’ the team, man, all of ’em, man
‘Cause niggas know that bag heavy, boy, that bag heavy
Niggas get the fuckin’ drop round here
Queens get the money, man
Never fakin’ it, always makin’ it, yerrr
Iconic shit, man

Young Thug – Money Turning Me On Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah
Uh
Wheezy beats
This money turnin’ me on
(Yo, turn me up bro)
Misery, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
This money turnin’ me on, ayy, this money turnin’ me on
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hunnids got a nigga gone (woo)
Three hundred racks for a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor
Having a private party, you know how it go

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Music all in my ears
Instruments in my ears
I’m in the backyard feeding deers
I’m in a condo popping seals
I got po-po’s in my rear
I bought CoCo with my deal
I missed a couple shows with my deal
If I could take it back I will
And don’t you take that to the head
You know I got you in my whip
It don’t matter if it don’t work out
Man I know you with me for real
You helped me balance my skills
You helped me over the hill
You got my mind right when I was thinking ’bout going and go kill
Young lil’ nigga popping shit
High school, I played quarterback
I ain’t never had to hit a lick
Never had to touch a nick
Never had to risk shit
But this wealth, cause if you played then it’s death

[Chorus: Young Thug]
This money turnin’ me on, ayy, this money turnin’ me on
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hunnids got a nigga gone (far gone)
Three hundred racks for a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor
Having a private party, you know how it go

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Hunnid fifty thousand for a show
On the east or the west coast
Give a couple bands to the woa
Jet to Miami with some zoes
Hunnid fifty thousand for a show
Hunnid fifty thousand for a show
On the east or the west coast
On the east or the west coast, ayy
Every night I snuck my way outside
Started skipping school and I snuck up on a ride
My brother in law let me shoot a choppa when I was five
Ever since that day, man I been riding ’til I die

[Chorus: Young Thug]
This money turnin’ me on, ayy, this money turnin’ me on
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hunnids got a nigga gone (far gone)
Three hundred racks for a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor
Having a private party, you know how it go

Fabolous – Ooh Yea Lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & Fabolous]
Right now, oh
Ooh yeah
Ooh, woah, ooh
Oh I like this
Hitmaka
Ooh, woah, ooh

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign, Fabolous & both]
I got money on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Talk to ’em Dolla $ign
Ooh ooh yea (yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (yeah)
Ooh ooh yea
Let me tell ’em what I told ’em
Ooh ooh yea

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
What you want, what you want, bae?
Order like restaurants, bae
What’s a snack to an entrée?
Bought a Ghost just to haunt, bae
Know you ain’t a saint but you can get some Saint Laurent, bae
Know you smoke blunts but you been looking like a joint, bae
And I wanna hit it
Make sure you got it when they couldn’t get it, ooh yea
You coming with it
You always doing it, they never did it, ooh yea
Big mad or they lil’ mad
Drop a big bag on a lil’ bag, that’s too much for a new clutch
Came through for you I’m too clutch

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Penthouse in Miami just to take you down, yeah, yeah
I Patek your wrist and I Philippe your Chow, yeah, yeah
Let’s go to the mall and ball like 80 thousand
All that ass clapping girl you know you childish
Who? Who [?] your name? (yeah)
Who bought you Alexander Wang? (Wang)
[?]
Kenzo, Gucci, Hermes and drop top in a Rari
I’m just sayin’

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Verse 3: Fabolous & both]
I get bag after bag
Let the money talk for me I ain’t never have to brag, ooh yea
In my bag, in my duffle
So you know it’s gon’ be different when I cuff you, ooh yea
I might Rolex your left, yeah
Cartier your right, yeah
My city don’t sleep we can party there all night, yeah
Champagne for breakfast, bad bitch for lunch date
Really we just out here tryna function

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr), yea
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr), hmm
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr), yea, yea
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr)

Pitbull – Free Free Free Lyrics

[Intro: Pitbull]
Now let me take you from Miami, the pineapple
To New York, the big apple
Now let’s escape, darling

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

[Verse 1: Pitbull]
Guess who’s back? Fresh off the boat
Smelling like Bahamas, for sure
I still got the ship escape
Still the Godfather
Still el Padrino, you know
After dog, and kiss a little loose
A lotta bout 3-0-5, no goose
A straight walk a straight line, no juice
Catch me on top of that ya, no roof
Travel around the world like it’s a new sport
Move and escape to New York
Ahora ven aqui mami, dame un beso
Tu sabe que te gusta, deja eso

[Pre-Chorus: Pitbull]
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time
Baby girl, how you so fine?
Tonight you gon’ be mine (be mine)
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time (good time)
Baby girl, how you so fine? (so fine)
Tonight you gon’ be mine (that’s right)

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
Wooo
Guess who’s back? Yours truly
Mr. Independent, welcome to the new me
Nothing like freedom I’d love to be free
A world takeover, times three
Hardest working man in the game, that’s me
He’s done, he’s over, he’s finished, let’s see (yeah right)
You clearly don’t know me
Mami wanna have some fun, mami show me
Mami wanna party, I poured her some Voli
She said I remember you at [?]
I said baby that’s the old me
Ahora ven aqui mami, dame un beso
Tu sabe que te gusta, deja eso

[Pre-Chorus: Pitbull]
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time
Baby girl, how you so fine?
Tonight you gon’ be mine (be mine)
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time (good time)
Baby girl, how you so fine? (so fine)
Tonight you gon’ be mine (that’s right)

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

[Hook: Theron Theron]
Go like kambo, take me down low down low
Party tempo, to the congo
We’ve been drinkin’, making right decisions
There’s no limit, everybody’s singing

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

Juice WRLD – Flavor Lyrics

[Chorus]
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I was just smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I was just smokin’ the flavor, you was just smokin’ on nun
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I just been smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin on bum
I just been smokin the flavor, you ain’t been smokin’ on nun

[Verse: 1]
Came in this bitch with a couple of shooters, you with niggas beefin’ over computers
Baby I’m tellin’ you, your man a loser
Come this way, I know you be choosin’
Come this way, I know he gon’ lose you
Pop Champaigne, and do Codeine, sometimes cocaine
On the way to the bank
You the, You the best that I ever had bitch, no Drake shit
I know I can get the pussy wet, no lake shit
Fuck all night, take percs by the cases
Get so high, I don’t hear what she sayin
Somethin’ ’boutta moon sign, somethin’ ’bout a leo
I’m thinkin’ of a orgy, I’m thinkin of a trio
She’ll only cheat on me if you speak creo
Lost in Miami, gotta find her like nemo
Old dude, probably put (?) on her
Not surprised
Hope she ain’t try to put who on me
I’m not the guy
She don’t know what I do with my dark R
It’s when I’m higher

[Chorus]
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I was just smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I was just smokin’ the flavor, you was just smokin’ on nun
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I just been smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I just been smokin’ the flavor, you ain’t been smokin’ on nun

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I was just smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I was just smokin’ the flavor, you was just smokin’ on nun
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I just been smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I just been smokin’ the flavor, you ain’t been smokin’ on nun

Drake – March 14 Lyrics

[Intro]
Here we go
Yeah

[Verse]
Yesterday morning was crazy
I had to come to terms with the fact that it’s not a maybe
That shit is in stone, sealed and signed
She not my lover like Billie Jean, but the kid is mine
Sandi used to tell me all it takes is one time
And all it took was one time
Shit, we only met two times, two times
And both times were nothin’ like the new times
Now it’s rough times, I’m out here on front lines
Just tryin’ to make sure that I see him sometimes
It’s breakin’ my spirit
Single father, I hate when I hear it
I used to challenge my parents on every album
Now I’m embarrassed to tell ’em I ended up as a co-parent
Always promised the family unit
I wanted it to be different because I’ve been through it
But this is the harsh truth now
Fairy tales are saved for the bedtime stories I tell you now
I don’t want you worry about whose house you live at
Or who loves you more or who’s not there
Who did what to who ‘fore you got here
Now, look, I’m too proud
To let that come between me and you now
Realize I gotta think for two now
I gotta make it, I better make it
I promise if I’m not dead then I’m dedicated
This the first positive DNA we ever celebrated
I can’t forget the looks on they faces
Got the news in Miami that now we all now got ones that we raisin’
Tell Gelo bring some, uh, Rosé and Baccarat out
For our cheers to the next generation
But this Champagne toast is short-lived
I got an empty crib in my empty crib
I only met you one time, introduced you to Saint Nick
I think he musta brought you like twenty gifts
Your mother say you growin’ so fast that they don’t even really fit
But man, you know
I still had to get it for my boy though, you know
You haven’t met your grandfather yet, that nigga a trip
He probably coulda did stand-up
Yeah, but at the same time he’s a stand up
And that’s how you gon’ be when it’s time to man up
October baby for irony sake, of course
I got this 11 tatted for somebody, now it’s yours
And believe me, I can’t wait to get a hundred more
Sorry I’m ventin’, tryna cover ground
They said that in two weeks you’re supposed to come in town
Hopefully by the time you hear this
Me and your mother will have come around
Instead of always cuttin’ each other down

[Bridge]
God willin’, I got a good feelin’
You got a good spirit
We’ll talk more when you hear this
My G

[Outro]
No one to guide me, I’m all alone
No one to cry on
I need shelter from the rain
To ease the pain
I’m changing from boy to a man
No one to guide me, I’m all alone
No one to cry on
I need shelter from the rain
To ease the pain
I’m changing from boy to a man
I’m all alone, no one to cry on
I need shelter from the rain
To ease the pain
I’m changing from boy to a man

Kanye West – Kids See Ghosts lyrics

[Chorus: Yasiin Bey]
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Spirit, moving around, just moving around
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts
Spirit, yeah that’s the king

[Verse 1: Kid Cudi]
Stop that movement, stop that movement
Y’all can’t move me, this my movie
Y’all can’t stop me, ya’ll too sloppy
Carbon copied, carbon
Same thing, in a room
Sittin’ by myself, findin’ heaven soon
Many things that will trouble you
Look beyond for a feelin’ like you never knew
Reachin’ out huntin’ for the truth
I guessin’ I’m just sick of runnin’
All this time searching hard for somethin’
I can hear the angels comin’

[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Spirit, moving around, just moving around
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts
Spirit, yeah that’s the king

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Well it took me long enough to rap on this strong enough
Paid this sh*t just gon’ give up
Cause Ye just gon’ live up to everything
That sucks to you and that’s never enough
Thought I’d be clever enough to give up while I’m ahead
I like breakfast in bed but I love breakfast and head
For anybody who said that I was better off dead
Told ’em, “don’t ever believe nothin’ that you ever read”
Got a Bible by my bed, oh yes I’m very Christian
Constantly repentin’ ’cause yes I never listen
Don’t like bein’ questioned and don’t like bein’ less than any a competition in any of my professions
So I gotta guess then, I gotta stay the best man
What else you expect from, uh, Mr. West man
Painted from Western, space like a relative
Bet you ain’t see it, man, call on the telephone
And when they see you they say “Damn you got hella grown
Always thought you’d make it but damn now you hella known
Let’s address some topics that I can embellish on”
How we made enough bread for us to put some relish on
I’ma rellish on the fact vibing on the future
Ultralight building in the building by amateur
Herzog and De Meuron in an office out in Basel
No not Miami, Switzerland (ahahaha)

[Chorus: Yasiin Bey]
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Spirit, moving around, just moving around
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts
Spirit, yeah that’s the king

[Bridge: Yasiin Bey]
Civilization, without society
Power and wealth with nobility
Stability, without stasis
Places and spaces
Civilization, without society
Power and wealth with nobility
Stability, without stasis
Spaces and places

[Chorus: Yasiin Bey]
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts, ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Yeah that’s the king
And what’s a crown for the clouds, movin’ around
Yeah that’s the king
And what’s a crown to the clouds, movin’ around

Frank Ocean – Lost lyrics

[Verse 1]
Double D
Big full breasts on my baby
(Yo we going to Florida)
Triple weight
Couldn’t weigh the love I’ve got for the girl
And I just wanna know
Why you ain’t been going to work
Boss ain’t working you like this
He can’t take care of you like this

[Hook]
Now you’re lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost

[Verse 2]
Got on my buttercream silk shirt and it’s Versace
(There he goes, one of God’s own prototypes)
Hand me my triple weight
So I can weigh the work I got on your girl
(Too weird to live, too rare to die)
No I don’t really wish
I don’t wish the titties would show
Nor have I ever, have I ever let you get caught?

[Hook]
Lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost

[Bridge]
She’s at a stove (huh!)
Can’t believe I got her out here cooking dope (cooking dope)
I promise she’ll be whipping meals up for a family of her own some day
Nothing wrong (nothing wrong)
No, nothing wrong (ain’t nothing wrong) with a lie (ooh, ooh)
Nothing wrong (nothing wrong)
With another short plane ride (ain’t nothing wrong)
Through the sky (up in the sky)
You and I (just you and I)

[Hook]
Lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost

[Outro]
Love lost, lost?
Love love
Love lost, lost?
Love love
Love lost
Love love
Love lost

Valee – Shell lyrics

[Chorus]
Walked out Gucci then crossed the street (fuck it)
Upset stomach, I had to eat (ooh)
Walked in Louis and spent six Gs (fuck it)
Ran out of Swishers to stuff the weed (ooh)
Walked in Shell (ooh), flamed up a L (ooh)
Bumpy Margiels (ooh), feel like braille (ooh)
Dirty ass ginger ale (ooh), came through the mail (ooh)
I fucked your girl (ooh), in the hotel (ooh)

[Verse 1]
Fast ass two-door parked up the street
Hope you don’t try it, I’ll up the piece
Went to Miami and hit STORY
My bitch on a OG gas diet, just weed, no meat (ooh, ooh)
Dirty ass pop (ooh), shook it with the top (top)
Drinkin’ while I shop, took it with two yops (yops)
Make the coupe fast just to get way from the cops (cops)
Your bitch is popped, motor non-stop (stop)

[Chorus]
Walked out Gucci then crossed the street (fuck it)
Upset stomach, I had to eat (ooh)
Walked in Louis and spent six Gs (fuck it)
Ran out of Swishers to stuff the weed (ooh)
Walked in Shell (ooh), flamed up a L (ooh)
Bumpy Margiels (ooh), feel like braille (ooh)
Dirty ass ginger ale (ooh), came through the mail (ooh)
I fucked your girl (ooh), in the hotel (ooh)

[Verse 2]
Lean 650, I up the kit (fiend)
Hope you ain’t kiss her, she sucked my dick (ooh)
Let my mans fuck her, I set the pick
Up until the bitch started fussin’, it didn’t get shit (shit shit)
Might but a Jag (Jag), if it not the Bent (Bent)
How much for it cash (cash), I wasn’t tryna rent (rent)
Smoking strong gas (gas), I done just went through a zip (zip)
Bought a four pack (pack), did it just to flip (flip)

[Chorus]
Walked out Gucci then crossed the street (fuck it)
Upset stomach, I had to eat (ooh)
Walked in Louis and spent six Gs (fuck it)
Ran out of Swishers to stuff the weed (ooh)
Walked in Shell (ooh), flamed up a L (ooh)
Bumpy Margiels (ooh), feel like braille (ooh)
Dirty ass ginger ale (ooh), came through the mail (ooh)
I fucked your girl (ooh), in the hotel (ooh)

Jack Anthony David – Forthe Love Of Man lyrics

Well come on everybody the time is getin near
To find that christmas sprit to find that christmas cheer

O ho, Hold On Up Your Stocking
And Lay On Down Your Hand
For The Love Of Man

Now its Christmas in Miami, its Christmas out in Rome
Its christmas time all over
Am I, just singin my song alone

So hold on up you stocking
And lay on down your hand
For the love of man

And let the fallen, not be forgoten
And the lonely, feel no fear
At this special, special time of year

So id wrote my letter to santa, and id asked him for it all
But I wrote him back my letter, sayin ill have
Peace Not War

G Herbo – Focused Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, [?]
Know I’m in Miami right now, this the Miami section, it’s real
It’s the L.A. section [?]
Man, my niggas [?]
We on that gang shit, [?]
We on all that flashin’ too
They rock with [?]
Put Maison Margielas on, we callin’ the caps

[Verse]
I rock that Gucci shit and Prada (ayy)
Hit the scene lookin’ like a million dollars
I was dead broke, made no excuses
Fuck, nigga, I don’t wanna hear about it (’bout it)
I was on the block, you ain’t care ’bout it
When they killed Rock you ain’t care ’bout it (care ’bout it)
Now I’m on top, tell me how, nigga lookin’ for me
Turn my phone off on everybody
Since then [?] b’s, b’s
[?] up with a red lighter
Keep your bitch on her knees
She ain’t got potential to wife her but fuck it, I head like it (woo)
Bitch ain’t fuckin’, why you on my bed like it?
[?] tonight, she ‘a get excited (bitch)
When the cops come, yeah, you better hide it (bitch)
Bitch, don’t come here ‘less you’re invited (bitch)
Yeah, it’s that nigga again, now that nigga again back on business again, ayy
Handle your business, young man, how you do all that shit independent, and win? Ayy
Count up them digits again, every month I get residuals in
Here for the hustlers, stack all the shit that come in, and take care of your mama (take care of your mama)
Take care of your children, take care of your nigga, stay out that drama (for real)
Go watch everybody, the moment they do somethin’ funny, then fuck it (for real)
Nigga run up on you, then buck it (for real)
Kill a fuck nigga, it’s nothin’ (ayy)
Wanna rob with me? It’s nothin’
Ran it up, a milli with nothin’ (with nothin’)
I don’t cooperate with the police, I ain’t tellin’ ’em nothin’ (I ain’t tellin’ ’em nothin’)
I’ma blow this bitch in public, fuck it
Yeah, it ain’t no discussion
I ain’t with none of the bluffin’
I ain’t with the yellin’ and arguin’, fightin’ and tussin’ (yeah)
I’ma just up, get the buster (buster), buyin’ out whatever, who want it? (who want it?)
Nigga want smoke, we on it (we on it)
I don’t never see no opponents (I don’t never see no opponents)
That’s how I always got what I wanted
That’s why I spent racks when I want it (spent racks when I want it)
Nigga reach for my PC, get gunned (get gunned)
I dare a fuck nigga who wanna? (wanna, yeah)
And I put in work by my lone (my lone)
Get put on a shirt if you wanna (get put on a shirt)
Whole lotta haters, I know it (I know)
Wish I still had work on the corner (wish I had work on the corner)
I [?] problem is money (money)
In the stu’, gotta look twenty [?] (gotta look twenty [?])
In the field gotta watch for the phonies
Kobe told me to watch for the homies
Know right know I just gotta stay focused (stay focused)
Dip for somethin’ on the block for the homies (uh)

[Chorus]
Tell all my real niggas, “stay focused” (stay focused)
All my niggas find tasks, they focused (they focused)
If you do it for the five, stay focused (stay focused)
Tryna slam a lil’ kush, they bogus (they bogus)
All [?] window, she lacin’ the ocean
‘Member couldn’t sleep, seein’ rats and roaches (seein’ rats and roaches)
Yeah, but let you tell, nigga, it was all fame and fortune (it was all fame and fortune)
Tell all my real niggas, “stay focused” (stay focused)
All my niggas find tasks, they focused (they focused)
If you do it for the five, stay focused (stay focused)
Tryna slam a lil’ kush, they bogus (they bogus)
All [?] window, she lacin’ the ocean
‘Member couldn’t sleep, seein’ rats and roaches (seein’ rats and roaches)
Yeah, but let you tell, nigga, it was all fame and fortune (it was all fame and fortune)

SAINt JHN – Lust lyrics

(feat. Janelle Kroll)

[Intro: Janelle Kroll & SAINt JHN]
Nah’ I don’t usually smoke, but the night feel right
And I don’t usually drink, but the lights so bright
But I’m scared of too much, but that’ll light this place
She said “You can get it”, so you know the right price
Lotta’ time babygirl, could be somebody you love
They’re really tryna’ move slow, she told me “Nah’, I don’t rush”
I threw them dollar in the air, but I know I can’t touch
I let ’em know champagne, I’m ashamed of the the thing that we know is lust, but I need it by tonight
Bottles, it rainin’ so slowly
But it doesn’t matter, I’m in too deep, and I know

[Verse 1: SAINt JHN]
I come this far, I can’t fuckin’ complain
I get the seats with the desk on the plane
Parts of my past I’m not proud to admit
So I will confess, there’s no truth in the name
Nigga I’m King Kong to these Snow Whites
These eyes can adjust really good in the low lights
I been around ’em my whole life
Thank Jesus, a nigga never turned to a low life
Still fuckin’ holy, drugs in the crown moldin’
Still feelin’ like I’m Pac when I’m rollin’
Money is the motive, gotta’ tell them what the mode is
Hopin’ I can stay alive in the moment
Still got my mind made up
You don’t wanna’ see the fuck I’m made of
Brought up in the Miami area
This is the beginnin’, only lookin’ at the beta
Never settled down, nigga never go slow
Ride or die nigga, need my own GoPro
Gotta’ feed the fam’, this is all I know
Love for my niggas, these are all my bros
And all I fuckin’ know is the risk
Ain’t’ talkin’ money, then they ain’t’ don’t exist
My intuition is follow the vision
First you caught a wave, but then you went adrift
And I came from the dirt, but I’m oh so vain
Started from the block but I’m on Kobain
I do not say this shit just for display
I pray you don’t give me reasons to pray
And no better, baby, I’m right up
Too late now they can’t save us
Ain’t’ never felt nothing liver
Just the way that the dream made us

[Outro: Janelle Kroll]
Bottles, it rainin’ so slowly
But it doesn’t matter, I’m in too deep, and I know

Roy Woods – Top Left lyrics

[Intro]
Oooooh
Oooooh
Oooooh nah
Oh no

[Verse 1]
You tell me that you want me
But then you not responding
I’m looking through our convo
Just a blank screen open
Now I’m lookin’ at reflections
You always give me suspicions
No lie, me I tell no lie
You stay isolated, for me what you don’t like

[Pre-Chorus]
Say your body, astounding, when you found me
You lost you
Said you’ll find it, you’ll find what?
Don’t know what lost inside you
I don’t need you comin’ ’round
Told you I don’t need you ’round
If you wanna stay, then obey the rules baby
Top left get left behind

[Chorus]
Cause, top left, if you wanna get left like Beyonce
To the left, to the left
I be acting right, gotta push you to the left
Uncalled, but you wanna see me daily
Can’t talk to you cause I know all your ways
On job, mami, I done see everything
Fresh start if you gon’ act properly
(Say goodbye)
‘Cause I lied into haze
If it’s a vibe, simply talk to me
Don’t cry getting in your feelings in bed
When I’m at your side, yeah

[Verse 2]
Watching people drive on the road
Left side watch around ’round with you
I’ll let you take the wheel if you want Mrs
I don’t mind if you pull up to your mama
Go ahead, girl I know you duckin’ low
Got shooters and I know they ’round you
Double-O 7 girl, this ain’t no 64

[Pre-Chorus]
Say your body, astounding, when you found me
You lost you
Said you’ll find it, find what?
Don’t know what lost inside you
I don’t need you comin’ ’round
Told you I don’t need you now
If you wanna stay, then obey the rules baby
Top left get left behind

[Chorus]
Cause, top left, if you wanna get left like Beyonce
To the left, to the left
I be acting right, gotta push you to the left
Uncalled, but you wanna see me daily
Can’t talk to you cause I know all your ways
On job, Miami, I done see everything
Fresh start if you gon’ act properly
(Say goodbye)
‘Cause I lied in a haze
If it’s a vibe, simply talk to me
Don’t cry getting in your feelings in bed
When I’m at your side

Skyrider – Currency lyrics

Intro:
Money, money, money, money, money
Skrr skrr
Money, money, money, money, money
(owo kudi ego ego)
Money, money, money, money, money
(owo kudi ego ego)
Yeah right!! Sky!
Money, money, money, money, money,
Owo kudi ego ego

Bridge:
Money on my mind, owo lo sure ju
Money on my mind, mo ni pe owo lo sure ju
Money on my mind, owo lo sure ju
See I’m Currently Chasing all these Currencies
Hook:
Oooh I want the money
Money, money, money, money, money, money
(owo kudi ego, owo kudi ego ego, owo kudi ego)
Oooh I want the money
Money, money, money, money, money, money
(owo kudi ego, owo kudi ego ego, owo kudi ego)
See I’m Currently Chasing all these Currencies
(Oooh I want the money)

Verse 1:
Omo na hustling backwards if you spend time chasing bitches
Cause they come easily to a young nigga that keeps getting this riches
So it’s money first, trips next, that’s how I’m keeping the focus
Cause when you get the mullah then you be the focus
Money, money on my mind
Got a nigga on the grind
What’s life if you no dey see money, mehn I’d rather be blind
Dangote, Dangote, Dangote
Mo fe lo wo bi ti Dangote
So if you no fit help me make money, comot for my team nagode
My life be like chess coz I be all about the cheque mate
I care about the dollars, as for the dullards let them hate
I’m all about the investment, trying just to be the best man
Who blew up from the basement to be Bill Gates replacement

Bridge:
Money on my mind, owo lo sure ju
Money on my mind, mo ni pe owo lo sure ju
Money on my mind, owo lo sure ju
See I’m Currently Chasing all these Currencies
Hook:
Oooh I want the money
Money, money, money, money, money, money
(owo kudi ego, owo kudi ego ego, owo kudi ego)
Oooh I want the money
Money, money, money, money, money, money
(owo kudi ego, owo kudi ego ego, owo kudi ego)
See I’m Currently Chasing all these Currencies
(Oooh I want the money)

Verse 2:
I need the dough like a baker
Make my team dey ball like the Lakers
Bringing the heat like Miami
Mo fe ra Bentley fun iya mi
Baba mi range rover or hummer
Fly won abroad fun summer
Ntori yi ni mo te pa mo se on a everyday cause the money Ko normal
I need a rollie on my wrist
Expensive kicks on my feet
Mansions by the beach
Fancy cars in my fleet
Know I dream big, know I dream big though my bed be pretty small
I dey on ikunle looking for gold, baba God pick up the call
Like a one minute man I want the money coming fast
I don dey grind since, oluwa let the pepper rest
The plan is quite simple, na just to get this money
To ba ti se yen tan, na to get more ni

Bridge:
Money on my mind, owo lo sure ju
Money on my mind, mo ni pe owo lo sure ju
Money on my mind, owo lo sure ju
See I’m Currently Chasing all these Currencies
Hook:
Oooh I want the money
Money, money, money, money, money, money
(owo kudi ego, owo kudi ego ego, owo kudi ego)
Oooh I want the money
Money, money, money, money, money, money
(owo kudi ego, owo kudi ego ego, owo kudi ego)
See I’m Currently Chasing all these Currencies
(Oooh I want the money)

Verse 3:
Pay me the money, client pay me the money
Pay me the money cause being broke ain’t funny
Pay me the money, client pay me the money
Pay me the money cause being broke ain’t funny
Steady steady on my hustle hustle
Ti o ba le grind, ogbeni lo sun
But na still upon the bicycle you go dey when this boy go bubble
Some say all na vanity vanity
Cool story shey ki stomach mi empty
Abi ki iya mi ma ri anything
Make money fall on me, oshey gravity
I be grinding on a 24/7
Sell something worth 2 for 7
Team be balling like winning eleven
Like winning eleven, like winning eleven
Hope we get to heaven
Owo lo sure ju ni gboro
Owo lo sure ju ni gboro
Owo lo sure ju ni gboro
Sky! I gotta get the dough

Bridge:
Money on my mind, owo lo sure ju
Money on my mind, mo ni pe owo lo sure ju
Money on my mind, owo lo sure ju
See I’m Currently Chasing all these Currencies
Hook:
Oooh I want the money
Money, money, money, money, money, money
(owo kudi ego, owo kudi ego ego, owo kudi ego)
Oooh I want the money
Money, money, money, money, money, money
(owo kudi ego, owo kudi ego ego, owo kudi ego)
See I’m Currently Chasing all these Currencies
(Oooh I want the money)

Jorja Smith – Lost lyrics

[Verse 1]
Double D
Big full breasts on my baby
Triple weight
Couldn’t weigh the love I’ve got for the girl
And I just wanna know
Why you ain’t been going to work
Boss ain’t working you like this
He can’t take care of you like this

[Hook]
Now you’re lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost

[Verse 2]
Got on my buttercream silk shirt and it’s Versace
Hand me my triple weight
So I can weigh the work I got on your girl
No I don’t really wish
I don’t wish the titties would show
Nor have I ever, have I ever let you get caught?

[Hook]
Lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost

[Bridge]
She’s at a stove
Can’t believe I got her out here cooking dope (cooking dope)
I promise she’ll be whipping up meals for a family of her own some day
Nothing wrong
No, nothing wrong with a lie
Nothing wrong
With another short plane ride
Through the sky
You and I

[Hook]
Lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost

[Outro]
Love lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all

Fergie – L.A. Love (La La) lyrics

[Intro]
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
Mustard on the beat

[Verse 1]
Uh, tell ’em where I’m from
Finger on the pump make the sixth straight jump from SoCal
Hollywood to the slums
Chronic smoke get burnt by the California sun
On the west side east coast where you at
Just got to new york like a gnat on a jet
To London, to Brazil, to Quebec
Like the whole damn world took effect to Ferg
Tell ’em

Said back slow down
Better represent when we come to your town
Laid back slow down
Whatchu represent when we come to your town
Say

Get in with the business
Ima be there in a minute
I just booked a pilot’s ticket
Thinking Russia needs a visit
I’ma run it to the limit
And be on my way to Venice

[Chorus]
L.A. got the people saying la la la la la
Brooklyn saying la la la la la
Halcyon saying la la la la la
Vegas saying la la la la la
Rio saying la la la la la
Tokyo saying la la la la la
Down under saying la la la la la
Miami saying la la la la la
Jamaica

Every city, every state, every country you know
All around the globe
Every city, every state, every country you know
This is how we go

[Verse 2]
Uh tell em where I’m at
From the plaques to the uh uh
Everything fat
Got Mustard on a track
My girls all stack
When I roll down the window, let me know where you’re
Atlanta, North South kick it ‘lac
Texas grill, Cadillacs through Miami then back
To London, Jamaica then France
The whole damn world took effect to Ferg, tell’em

Said back slow down
Better represent when we come to your town
Laid back slow down
Whatchu represent when we come to your town
Say

[Chorus]
L.A got the people sayin’ la la la
Moscow, sayin’, la la la
España, la la la
Kingston, sayin’ la la la
San Diego sayin’ la la la
Chi-Town sayin’ la la la
Germany, sayin’ la la la
La Punta sayin’ la la la
Ibiza

Every city, every state, every country you know
All around the globe
Every city, every state, every country you know
This is how we go
Every city, every state, every country you know
All around the globe
Every city, every state, every country you know
This is how we go

[Chorus]
L.A got the people sayin’ la la la
Amsterdam, sayin’, la la la
Frisco sayin’, la la la
Switzerland sayin’, la la la
Sao Paulo sayin’, la la la
Joburg sayin’, la la la
Mexico sayin’, la la la
Stockholm sayin’, la la la
Jamaica

You on that Cali shit

You like to like it
We like seeing it
Yes you can join us now
We like to love it
We like to love it
We like to love it

Fergie – L.A. Love (La La) (Remix) lyrics

(feat. YG)

[Intro]
(La la la la la)
(La la la la la)
(La la la la la)
(La la la la la)

[Verse 1]
Uh, tell ’em where I’m from
Finger on the pump, make the 6 straight jump from SoCal
Hollywood to the slums
Chronic smoke get burnt by the California sun
On the west side, east coast where you at?
Just got to New York like a net on a jet
To London, to Brazil, to Quebec
Like the whole damn world took effect to Ferg
Tell ’em

[Pre-Hook 1]
Laid back, slow down
Better represent when we come to your town
So lay back, slow down
Whatchu represent when we come to your town
Say, get in with the business
I’ma be there in a minute
I just booked a Paris ticket
Thinking Russia need a visit
I’ma run it to the limit
And be on my way to Venice

[Hook 1]
L.A. got the people saying (la la la la la)
Brooklyn saying (la la la la la)
Hacienda saying (la la la la la)
Vegas saying (la la la la la)
Rio saying (la la la la la)
Tokyo saying (la la la la la)
Down under saying (la la la la la)
Miami saying (la la la la la)
Jamaica

[Post-Hook]
Every city, every state, every country you know
All around the globe
Every city, every state, every country you know
This is how it goes

[Verse 2]
Uh, tell ’em where I’m at
From the plaques to the (uh uh)
Everything fat
Got Mustard on a track
My girls all stack
When I roll down the window, let me know where you’re
Atlanta, north-south cack a lack
Texas grill, Cadillacs through Miami then back
To London, Jamaica, then France
The whole damn world took effect to Ferg
Tell ’em

[Pre-Hook 1]
Laid back, slow down
Better represent when we come to your town
So lay back, slow down
Whatchu represent when we come to your town
Say, get in with the business
I’ma be there in a minute
I just booked a Paris ticket
Thinking Russia need a visit
I’ma run it to the limit
And be on my way to Venice

[Pre-Hook 2]
Get in with the business
When I come from Kansas City
Hit Manila till it’s Christmas
Out to India I’ll visit
Puerto Rico is exquisite
Bring my people back to Venice

[Hook 2]
L.A. got the people saying (la la la la la)
Moscow saying (la la la la la)
España (la la la la la)
Kingston saying (la la la la la)
San Diego saying (la la la la la)
Chi town saying (la la la la la)
Germany saying (la la la la la)
La Puente saying (la la la la la)
Ibiza

[Verse 3: YG]
W-E-S-T S-I-DE
Where you from? I’m from west side California baby
Brought her and fucked in our backyard, the minute it ain’t hard
My mama be like “YG you so brazy”
Have you ever seen a gangsta nigga make a billion dollars?
Dre did it, he from L.A so pop yo collar
The LAPD be all over me
Tryin’ to ban me from my own bity
But for no reason the cops just kill me
Home of the Rodney King riots this shit been wild
I hit the club and party like I scored a touchdown
I pop a bottle and all the models wanna fuck now
We jammin’ on Pico, bustin’ hoes on Sunset
I could take you to Venice Beach and watch the sun set
Or I could take you to the Blippers game, court seat, floor side
Eatin’ on Roscoe’s chicken wings

[Hook 3]
L.A got the people saying (la la la la la)
Amsterdam saying (la la la la la)
Frisco saying (la la la la la)
Switzerland saying (la la la la la)
Sao Paulo saying (la la la la la)
Jo’burg saying (la la la la la)
Mexico saying (la la la la la)
Stockholm saying (la la la la la)
Jamaica
(La la la la la)

[Outro]
You on that Cali shit
Profit [?] feel whatever
You like to like it
We legalizing it
Yes you can join us now
We like to love it
We like to love it
We like to love it

T.I. – Care To Say About It lyrics

(feat. Rapsody)

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Yeah
Well
Attention to my youngins coming up in this shit
Let me tell you what you do, teachers say you ain’t shit
Hack off in her IG, get up in her email
Find something in it that’ll humble that bitch
Get a 8 ball better not fumble that bitch
Better double that shit
Make a hundred right back
It outta be illegal making money like this
If it is that what everyone says you can’t tell
Yeah
Imma have a thing for the arm and hammer
Before these niggas was even thinkin’ about Atlanta
Little Bankhead nigga off Balton Road
With a snubbed nose short like Muggsy Bogues
Don’t try one can’t take 6 of us
Plus you might get shot no fisticuffs (okay)
King in real life
Shinnin’ til my
Lights cut off and life is fucked off
Til them and Rick kept me in Miami ducked off
Somewhere on Biscayne
Ride in the Lambo
Abracadabra magic like we in Orlando
And where your bitch go
And where her pants go
Turn that around automatically mando
If her feet fucked up hanging out her sandals
On that mob shit like Marlon Brando
Smoking weed trappin’ standing under the lamp post
For real all a nigga ever done
Was come up on a bag turn around and get another one
Then how I came up on a bunch of money
And a bunch of motherfuckers tryna find a way to get it from me
Avoid the red tape proceed to rampage
Now a days these niggas be so goddamn fake
And I can’t stand things that are pretending
To hear you speak is so condensing
I say fuck that watch with your diamonds in it
Tryna turn myself into a monument
Stimulate the economy
Buy a Rolls Royce and hold your horse
Niggas talk loud but got no voice
Better fall in line and leave no choice
And I ain’t finna play about that
And that’s really all a nigga really care to say about that

[Verse 2: Rapsody]
Bust
Dedicated to all the bustas
We just bustin’
TIP
RAP
ATL to Raleigh North Carolina
But I was born and raised in Snowy Hill 252 Green County all day yeah
Where I’m from some niggas do die
Some women do bust everybody got 5
I ain’t never done street shit, just too fly
Get down, lay down, boy we’re too high
Hood divided I seen it live, seen the drugs, seen the love
All of it here for pride
Use to date a drug dealer in my past life
Drink Boons Farm smoke just to pass nights
Potential bigger than a monument
Real nigga, look up to me honestly
And my old whip, that old shit, the 95
I use to 9 to 5 with back in 99
I had a real job fool I could legally drive
Return pushin’ a kickass ride
Bustin’ rhymes, I bust around, bustin’ 9s
Y’all doin’ that y’all is wild
Tell ya child they ain’t gotta walk or run the mile
We ran the course so y’all can stop
Tip ‘em back the tip of that I tip ‘em over
He dead yeah yeah I know it
Mother fuckas should know I’m Noah
Ha ha big boat bitch uh
Look I could walk on water ah
I care to say I care bout y’all
Care bout love, care bout God
Carry the cross don’t get carried away
Over character flaws mother fuckas they don’t care bout us
Michael Jordan, Michael Jackson, Mike Tyson I punch ‘em out
Mother fucka what happened here
TIP, RAP kill it
Mother fucka back how the fuck you feelin’ ah

Tyga – Taste lyrics

(feat. Offset of Migos)

[Intro]
D.A

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Slide on a pimp game with my pinky rang
Lotta gang, lotta bitches, and a icy chain
Why you claim that you rich? That’s a false claim
I be straight to the whip, no baggage claim
Whole lotta styles, can’t even pronounce the name
You don’t even got no style, see you on my Instagram
I be rocking it like its fresh off the pan
Only when I’m taking pics, I’m the middle man
Walk, talk it like a boss, I just lift the hand
3 million cash, call me rain man
Money like a shower, thats my rain dance
And we all in black, like it’s gang land
Say the wrong word, you be hang man
Watch me stick to your bitch like a spray tan
Aw, Mr. what kind of car you in?
In the city love my name, nigga I ain’t gotta say it

[Chorus: Tyga]
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say
Its all the same, like Mary-Kate
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Yeah that’s cool but he ain’t like me

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Lotta girls like me, niggas wanna fight me
Nigga get yo ass checked like a fuckin nike
Me not icey, thats unlikely
And she gon’ suck me like a fuckin’ Hi-C
Aw, chains on the neck for the whole team
And I feel like Gucci with the ice cream
And my bitch want the Fenty not the Maybelline
I’m the black JB the way these bitches scream
Make these bitches scream
Pretty little thing
Like my nigga A.E, say, yadiddamean

[Chorus: Tyga]
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say
Its all the same, like Mary-Kate
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Yeah that’s cool

[Verse 3: Offset]
Offset
Yeah, I’ma put the drip on a plate
Diamond ice glacier niggas imitate
Aye, aye feed me grapes Maybach with the drac’
Slow case in the wraith, got this shit from bae
Diamonds set the par, the cookie hittin’ hard
The rari sittin’ hard, I’m [?] on mars
Shotgun shells we gon’ always hit the target
Popcorn bitch shell poppin’ out the car trick
3400 outside [?]
488, Ferrari
Make her get on top of me and ride me like a Harley
She wanna keep me company and never want depart me
Fishtail in the parking lot
I don’t kick it with these niggas cause they talk about cha
And I got the fire don’t make me spark it out cha
Keep it in my back pocket like it’s a wallet
Like the way she suck it suck it like a jolly
Stack it up and put it with the whole project
And she got the Patek on water [?]
I’m rich in real life, I get that private copy

[Chorus: Tyga]
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Yeah, thats cool, but he ain’t like me

[Outro: Tyga]
Taste, taste, LA you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Miami you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Oakland you can get a taste
Taste, taste, New York do you love the taste
Taste, taste, Chi Town you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Houston you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Portland you can get a taste
Taste, taste, overseas let them bitches taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, do you love the taste
Taste, taste, worldwide they gon’ get a taste

Tee Grizzley – Don’t Even Trip (feat. Moneybagg Yo) lyrics

[Intro]
ChopsquadDJ on the beat so it’s a banger

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
All bark no bite, that’s what these niggas is, hol’ up
Put my whole neck on ice, that’s what my jeweler did
Bust down pour, bust down beer, all of my charms
Patek on my left, AP on my right, all on my arms
Miami too hot, tell her plug in the Boca Raton
Just got off parole, I hit the dope once, I choked up a lung
Take a nigga bitch, get deep in (deep in)
Instagram hoes wanna meet him
If she ain’t talkin’ ’bout eatin’ him (bitch eat it)
Leave that bitch in the DM
Just had a meeting with Diddy (Diddy), Durky a took me to Izzy
I go to sleep in Y3 (sleep), used to mix Nike with Dickeys
Came a long way from my city (Detroit), I made it outta them trenches (them trenches)
Used to wear my uncle’s hoodies and fitteds, even though I couldn’t fit em’
Now I’m makin’ moves, daily with the Glock out, lookin’ for niggas, they not out
I’m killin’ them niggas, they pop out, big chop stick get knocked down

[Bridge: Tee Grizzley]
That’s a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
Shit won’t fall (shit won’t fall), shit won’t spill (shit won’t spill)
Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands
Half a M (half a mil), no advance

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flick, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
My ice like Klondike (What the hoe doin’?), got your bitch shiverin’
AP that’s a suicide slush (all flavors), wet floor, slippery
I got the bag like Migos and Gucci (I get the bag)
She rock a bag Emilio Pucci (Pucci)
Don’t even trip, you know where she at
I just want the top, I uber her back
This big ol’ clip in the way of my drip
Diamonds they hard, I busted my lip
If I feel disrespected, this draco gon’ rip
I got the foreigns and guns like TIP
Ye, two hunnid grand (what it do?), broke my rubber band (What else?)
Half a ticket cash, it won’t fold won’t bend (what my wrist cost)
Two shows, one night, that’s a eighty piece (yeah right)
Four sprites, two pints, I pour eight a piece
Strapped up to the teeth, my enemies prayin’ for peace
My grill lookin’ busy, and you know I’m from Memphis I’m fuckin’ with Grizzley

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip when you see how that water be dripping all over the Prezzy (splash, splash)
Wait, let me talk to the ladies, gotta put this in perspective
Don’t fuck with me if you expectin’ for me to keep callin’ and textin’
Fuck her then go for her bestie, got that bitch callin’ me messy
Necklace, heavy, pointers, carats
She seen it, starin’, got caught, embarrassed
Location, send it, go get her, mansion
No panties, erection, naked, hol’ up, catch it
Slide the Wraith up and down the lines when the sun outside
When I’m in your town I need 40 thousand just to come outside
Neck gon’ glow, wrist gon’ dance, two hunnid bands, what’s my advance
I blew that shit in a month and a half, made it right back and I blew it again
If I want to I can do it again, run up on me, I’ma shoot at his head
Shoot at his face, I got that drake, beat my case, free Tay-K
Me and Lil D, body the beast, MAC in the cut, put you to sleep
Think shit, sweet, you gon’ bleed, bitch don’t even trip

[Bridge: Tee Grizzley]
That’s a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
Shit won’t fall (shit won’t fall), shit won’t spill (shit won’t spill)
Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands
Half a M (half a mil), no advance

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)