Michael Jackson

Luh Kel – Pull Up Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Na, na, na, na, na
Everytime I miss you
And I love to hear your voice, sound like an instrumental
Na, na, na, na, na

[Verse 1]
I pull up to your crib everytime I miss you
And I love to hear your voice, sound like an instrumental (Instumental, yeah)
Girl, I be going on all these trips but love it when I’m with you
And you know when I pull up we settle all our issues
It’s Thanksgiving so you lovin’ on the way I eat it
Michael Jackson, I’m in it, you lovin’ how I beat it
If I tell you I love you baby I really mean it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I really miss your body, you know that I need it (Woah)

[Chorus]
You feelin’ sick from all the motion
Girl I love it when I’m in your ocean
Touching on you, I swear you got the potion (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Loving on you, I swear you got the potion (Yeah)
And girl I leave you soakin’
Girl you got me high but I ain’t smokin’
I’ma give you ’bout everything you wanted
Gas you up to the sky, got you floating
But you know this

[Verse 2]
Yeah, right crowd
Them others boys they need to pipe down (Pipe down)
You and me, baby we alone so that’s the right sound (Right sound)
And I like it when we alone so turn them lights out
Ain’t no Netflix and Chillin’, I want it right now
I like it when we cruisin’
Yeah, niggas be talkin’ but girl you really do it
And knew it
And you had a nigga before me so now you choosin’ (Ohh)
Ballin’ like LeBron and Kobe so there ain’t no losin’

[Outro]
You got my eyes open, girl you the only one I want
And ain’t no option, cause I’ve been waiting on you for months (Yeah)
You the only one I want, you the only one I need, you the only one I see
You the only one I need
When you hold a .223, baby got me on my knees (Yeah)
(You the only one I want, you the only one I need, you the only one I see
You the only one I need
When you hold a .223, baby got me on my knees (Yeah))

Young Thug – 1st Song Lyrics

[Intro]
Woah! Jeffery
Possibly I took some broads, aye
Jeff!
Aye aye aye aye

[Verse 1]
I just wanna smash on the first day
I just wanna smash on the first day
I just wanna smash on the first day
I just wanna smash, I’ma smash
Smash like a smash gang
Smash in my Balmains
Smash while I’m switching lanes
Smash in your maintain
When you smash you gotta maintain
Gotta smash on your main thing
Fuck her hard like my main dame, aye
I’ma smash, I’ma remain
The best that she ever saw, the best that she ever did
The best that she ever fucked, the best that she ever kissed
The best that she ever sucked, the best thing she ever did
I’ma be the best thing she ever did
Oh, oh, oh!
Prince and Michael Jackson on my jacket, gucci [?]
She bad, I make her badder, dead fresh without a casket
Hermes on my belt, no no no wrangling, no no ratchet
Smith & Wesson glocky, I’ma keep a fucking ratchet, aye
I just wanna smash
Best thing then I’m happy, yes
Buy her everything, make sure she happy, yes
Rollie-ro-ro-rollie with the Patek, yes
Got her [?] then designer sex
I’m gon’ fuck you like no other, nothing like the rest
I’ma battle with you through everything with no flesh
If I promised I’ma marry you, you ain’t gotta rush
Oh!

[Chorus: Young Thug & Sonyae Elise]
I’ma make sure that you ball with your feet up
(He gon’ make sure that I ball with my feet up)
Turn you up, I never lost with your feet up
(Turn me up, I never lost with my feet up)
Buy you diamonds, [?] with your feet up
(Buy me diamonds, [?] with my feet up)
She pregnant with my daughter with her feet up
(She pregnant with your daughter with my feet up)
Yeah, with your feet up (Ohhh)
Aye, with your feet up
Aye, with your feet up
Aye
Ohhh, with my feet up
Ohhh, with my feet up
Oh yeah, with my feet up
With my feet up
Feet up
With my feet up, nigga
Help me with my feet up, yeah
I be riding-riding-riding with my feet up
That’s my nigga, he gon’ make sure that they keep up
He gon’ make sure that they always gotta catch ’em
I don’t fuck with niggas, we be out there catching
I be rolling-rolling-rolling with ’em, yeah
I’m with boy-boy-boys sipping [?]
With my feet up

Young Thug – Real in My Veins Lyrics

[Intro]
Tell that pussy nigga take a look at what they done created
Mario

[Chorus]
I got real runnin’ through my veins
I put VVS’s in my chains
Remain the same, don’t change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for change
I’m just sayin’ tell them pussy niggas take a look at what they created
Tell the whole circle look at what they done created
Tell the cops they gon’ start chaos if they raid it
Commanding war, made somebody bleed
Now I ain’t worry ’bout you, gettin’ past these fuckin’ bouncers
Tell the critics that they talkin’ ’bout the fuckin’ founder
Tell Scott I’m on the way, I’m gettin’ fuckin’ faded
Call your momma Thugger, tell her that you fuckin’ made it

[Verse 1]
Came from the ground to the top, uh
I’m ’bout to rob you some rocks, uh
I’m bout to set up a shop, uh
I’m bout to buy back the block, uh
I got respect for the ‘Wop, uh
First nigga gave me a knot, uh
I put some keys in the pot, uh
She got Versace on her crotch, uh
It’s purple, but this is not Watson, uh
I make that bitch squirt, it’s a thot, uh
I turn a lil bitch to a lot, uh
My watch on the floor, need a mop, uh
Rob Jack if he come out the box, uh
I got a tail on, it’s a fox, uh
I’m banging that fire, fox, uh
My bitch get wild, uh
Bloody cross on like a pastor
Cooking fish scale with no batter-er-er-er
Chains on me like Jerry Springer beezy
I repent for my sins everyday

[Chorus]
I got real runnin’ through my veins
I put VVS’s in my chain’s
Remain the same and change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for change

[Verse 2]
You keep playin’ and you get knocked off
I hate to say it but I’m ready for the pop off
Got lil’ mama outta drum talkin’ top throat
She said she ready, let’s get it I got combos
I’m talkin’ junk food, eat me up like mumbos
Beat it up, got me hoppin’ off the top rope
Beat it up, got me slidin’ off the sliding board
Leave it stuck, man lil shawty ain’t cleaned out tho’
I got my money up and I heard that you want some
Nigga moon walkin’, Michael Jackson moves
I got latitude, I got gratitude
And if you look up at the moon, you’ll see my attitude

[Chorus]
I got real runnin’ through my veins
I put VVS’s in my chain’s
Remain the same and change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for change
I’m just sayin’ tell them pussy niggas take a look at what they done creating
Tell the whole circle look at what they done created
Tell the cops they gon’ start chaos if they raid it
Commandin’ war, made somebody bleed
Now I ain’t worry ’bout you gettin’ past these fuckin’ bouncers
Tell the critics that they talkin’ ’bout the fuckin’ founder
Tell Scott I’m on the way, I’m gettin’ fuckin’ faded
Call your momma Thugger, tell her that you fuckin’ made it

Young Thug – Oh Yeah Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
All I said is for you to keep it real, each and every day
Aww, darling, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Plain Jane AP with a Cuban link to match it
Diamonds on me dancin’, got me lookin’ like Michael Jackson
I don’t want you dead, that’s that Fed talk
Most these niggas polices like Matlock
Armani the jeans, Gucci shirt on, color my spleen
I can’t get enough of codeine
If you make me stop, you know you’ll owe me
Good pussy, good money, good genes
I just wanna show you love
I’m the one that got you Frank Chesters
I don’t want the time to be up, yeah
I don’t wanna find new love
Like a G4, like a G5, you get fly-y-y
You a real one, such a real one, oh my, my, my
Never stop, it’s always go
Send me nudes when I’m on the road
Send me nudes when I’m on the road, baby
Watch ’em before and after the show baby
Your body shaped just like a Coke, baby
But you already know
K Bangerz

[Refrain: Young Thug & Hi Doraah]
Yeah, oh yeah (yeah)
Oh yeah (yeah)
Yea-ea-ea-eah
Yea-ea-ea-eah

[Verse: Hi Doraah]
I just went and bossed you up and your whole damn team (team)
Put you in designer, Christian Dior and McQueen (Queen)
Selfish ’cause I want you to hold it down with me (me)
Hold me down ’til the very end, a unity
How you feelin’? Know you got a lucky one like me (me)
Take you from that dirty, made you who wanna be (yeah)
Survival of the fittest, had no choice, become a G (G)
It’s good to know that you can make it up up out them streets
You a star babe

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Plain Jane AP with a Cuban link to match it
Diamonds on me dancin’, got me lookin’ like Michael Jackson
I don’t want you dead, that’s that Fed talk
Most these niggas polices like Matlock
Armani the jeans, Gucci shirt on, color my spleen
I can’t get enough of codeine
If you make me stop, you know you’ll owe me
Good pussy, good money, good genes
I just wanna show you love
I’m the one that got you Frank Chesters
I don’t want the time to be up, yeah
I don’t wanna find new love
Like a G4, like a G5, you get fly-y-y
You a real one, such a real one, oh my, my, my
Never stop, it’s always go
Send me nudes when I’m on the road
Send me nudes when I’m on the road, baby
Watch ’em before and after the show baby
Your body shaped just like a Coke, baby
But you already know

[Refrain: Young Thug & Hi Doraah]
Yeah, oh yeah (yeah)
Oh yeah (yeah)
Yea-ea-ea-eah
Yea-ea-ea-eah
K Bangerz

Andy Mineo – Coquito Lyrics

[Verse 1: Foggieraw & Andy Mineo]
Light-skinned friend she look like Michael Jackson
Got a dark-skinned friend she lo-look like Tito (Tito)
Pull up to that rim, I can’t miss like D-Rose (D-Rose)
Baby my coquito, you know she from Puerto Rico (aye, yah)
Lie like James Bond in my black tuxedo (hmm)
Southside coolant, I been incognito
Yeah, always spend a brick, baby I’m no cheapo
Shoutout Uncle Billy, he just beat the chemo! (aye)
Pretty Spanish mommy, and she call me chico (hmmm)
She said, “Como estas?” I said, “Me no speako”
Fake it ’till you make it, I call that placebo (got ’em)
Father, Son and Spirit, that’s the three amigo (aye)
Woke up in the morning, I just did my devo (my devo)
That’s the way I doo-doo on my ego (on my ego)
I think I just might of disappointed Creamo (dang)
That’s okay, we just did this for the people (uhh)

[Chorus: Andy Mineo]
Feelin’ sorry for yourself like (boo-hoo) poor me (woah)
Pour me, pour me a glass of coquito, coquito, coquito, yeah
Lost in the sauce
She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A
She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A, aye
She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A
Down in M-I, M-I, M-I-A-M-I, yeah

[Verse 2: Foggieraw & MannyWellz]
Light-skinned friend she look like Michael Jackson
Got a dark-skinned friend shh like Tito (Tito)
Lightskin shorty, I won’t trade her for noone, noone, nah, nah, nah
Gotta dark-skinned friend, she look like Kelly Rowland
Gotta dark-skinned shorty, I can’t trade her for noone
[?], I’ll get you a couple
I need that black skin, babe like coquito

[Verse 3: Andy Mineo & MannyWellz]
I know a caramel queen, she look like Bruno Mars
All them jokers want her heart, but she don’t play them cards, no
Lightskin shorty, I won’t trade her for noone (yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
I gotta lightskinned shorty, she look like Pocahontas
And she always set it off, that’s why I think she the bombest, yeah yeah
Lightskin shorty, I won’t trade her for noone
(scatting), woah woah woah woah
(scatting), woah woah woah woah
(scatting), woah woah woah woah
Woah woah, (scatting)

[Chorus: Andy Mineo]
Feelin’ sorry for yourself like poor me
Pour me, pour me a glass of coquito, coquito, coquito, yeah
Don’t get lost in the sauce
She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A
M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A, aye yeah
M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A
She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A, yeah

Yung Bans – Wish I Had Lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah
Thought about it before I did it, I really wish I had
I really wish I had
I really wish I had
I really wish I weren’t so sad
Michael Jackson’s bad
Rob him wit’ no mask, yeah
Cut his throat with glass, yeah
Stuck in my ways, in way too deep
It took a lot of pain and heartbreak just for me to see
I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week
I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week

[Verse 1]
Niggas rap ’bout it, but they don’t even know the half
They don’t even know the half
They don’t even know the half
You was never in them trenches with me gettin’ that fast cash
Gettin’ that fast cash
Gettin’ that fast cash (yeah)
Fuck Hollywood, bitch I’m in the hood forever, hmm
Mama say I’m foolish, mama know she taught me better, ay
Streets made me numb, save your tears, please don’t shed ’em, ay
Nina on my hip, get it poppin’ like a kettle
Free my daddy, free my brother, free my other brothers too
This for all my young niggas who been really goin’ through it
I was locked up, 5 months, and nobody ride but you
Mama, (?), no this ain’t the truth

[Chorus]
Yeah
Thought about it before I did it, I really wish I had
I really wish I had
I really wish I had
I really wish I weren’t so sad
Michael Jackson’s bad
Rob him wit’ no mask, yeah
Cut his throat with glass, yeah
Stuck in my ways, in way too deep
It took a lot of pain and heartbreak just for me to see
I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week
I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week

[Verse 2]
I know (?) my daddy, he show no support
He took his own course, now he up the road, north
He ain’t even show up to court
But I’m a bigger sport
Still love that little bitty whore
I’m still your second little boy
I mean no disrespect, but mama, this is how I feel
Why you out here lookin’ for love, I heard that love kills
I got so much money, I’ll make a change in your life for real
Be your knight in shining armour like I’m made of steel
I feel like Jodye (?) baby boy
Tell me grow up, can’t play with toys, yeah
I got a little son, had to make a choice, yeah
Should I use my head, should I use my voice, yeah
And you was the first one to tell me
You gon’ die, go to jail, playin’ in these streets
Had to see it for myself ’cause I ain’t believe
I’ve been goin’ through the system since I was 15

[Chorus]
Yeah
Thought about it before I did it, I really wish I had
I really wish I had
I really wish I had
I really wish I weren’t so sad
Michael Jackson’s bad
Rob him wit’ no mask, yeah
Cut his throat with glass, yeah
Stuck in my ways, in way too deep
It took a lot of pain and heartbreak just for me to see
I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week
I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week

Vic Mensa – Reverse lyrics

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
See this when I’m sleepin’
You can work my [?]
And my nina, she’s a diva
Purrin’ like we’ll feed her
Pipe her [?]
Chili on the chain, seats exceeded
Shawty wanna race like a beatle liter
Push T’s like a [?]
Like three stripes and a slash, I’m undefeated
Red ons, tip-toin’
Push button, kill John
Road too, felt cool in an old school, Vince Vaughn
Vroom vroom, nitro with the turbo
Pour that Ace of Spades up, we don’t sweat no [?]
Got the [?] off of the top my shell, I’m a turtle
Shawty tryna find it, throw it in reverse though

[Chorus: Vic Mensa]
Aston Martin, push-button motor
Migos on the ice, anti-sauna
Go, oh, oh
Floss, floss, let me see how you work
You boys smokin’ dirt, we smokin’ Larry Bird
Straitjacket, go berzerk
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Yeah, bend that ass over, throw it backwards
Moonwalkin’ to the n*gger like I’m Michael Jackson
Make a film with your bitch, turn into an actor
Shimmy out and then she ate a pill after
I get clothes from Vaccarello
I get [?] from [?]
I get packages from Paris, drop that Fed-Ex on my name
I get runway, off the runway, to the runway on the plane
Told you we are not the same, see that Spider switchin’ lanes
Give it some gas, look at the dash
What’s is he doin’? He goin’ fast
Look at the whip, look at him smash
Look at him skrt, look at the cash
It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s a man that’s gone insane
He’s in stage in a straight jacket, this is not a game
Yeah, lit like a candle, I been too much to handle
This velvet jacket’s fragile
‘Kay, be careful when you handle, please
Yeah, your hands look kind of dusty
Please be careful how you touch me
In Paris, out the country, ayy

[Chorus: Vic Mensa]
Aston Martin, push-button motor
Migos on the ice, anti-sauna
Go, oh, oh
Floss, floss, let me see how you work
You boys smokin’ dirt, we smokin’ Larry Bird
Straitjacket, go berzerk
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse

Kris Wu – Deserve (Lido Remix) lyrics

(feat. Travis Scott)

[Intro: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yah

[Verse 1: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
I got all this money, so I know you won’t expect this (yahhh)
Runnin’ on the low-low, but I know that you interested
I just made a call, you and your girls is on the guest list (yah, yah)
Maybe you’re still liquor, but I swear I wanna French kiss (it’s lit)
And that body on you girl, I promise that’s impressive
Rollie on my wrist, I’m trynna chill, but still I’m flexin’
Baby, you a star and all these others girls is extras (yah)
I been on the block, I’m trynna build with you like Tetris, oh (straight up)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song about you

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Kris Wu]
I might write a song about you tonight (you tonight)
You the perfect melody for the life (and what I like)
Let me make you famous, Michael Jackson dangerous
You my favorite song, add you to my playlist (oh)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
You don’t gotta sleep alone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Kris Wu]
Girl, you know that you a freak
Shawty, you belong with me
Let me get you in your zone
Maybe we can take it home,
Girl, you know that you a freak
Shawty, you belong with me
Let me get you in your zone
Maybe we can take it home,

[Outro: Kris Wu]
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah

Bow Wow – Yeaahh lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, real shit

[Verse 1]
Woke up early, had no weed, I had to smoke me a roach
Call up pimpin’ for the plug, I know just where to go (nigga, where you at?)
Give a fuck about no hater and I’m all about my paper
Hit my nigga Gucci up, I’m ’bout to slide right through Decatur (skrrt)
We at Liv on a Sunday, then hit Magic City Monday (lit)
And this ain’t no #BowWowChallenge, got the jet on the runway
And my niggas get it back (woah) you don’t want no action (no)
Off-White sneakers (woo), Michael Jackson jacket
So many stones in the watch, don’t know what time it is
And my bitch is steady trippin’, got no time for the shit
So many bands in the safe, look like I robbed the bitch (stick it up)
Baby daddy trippin’, askin’, “What the problem is?”
Got two twin sisters, make ’em lip-lock (mwah)
Two twin Glocks, they go click-clock
Half a pound of Jumanji in a Ziploc (kush)
I got the Rover smoked up, that’s a hotbox (woo)

[Chorus]
She like, “Nigga, is you high?” Bitch, yeah
Break it down and roll a whole zip, yeah
And we ain’t fuckin’ with that fake shit, yeah
I bet my ex-bitch hate this, yeah

[Verse 2]
You don’t need no diamond tester, know the stones is real (yeah)
Fuck two bitches at a time, boy, that’s overkill (yeah)
50 million dollar contract, that’s a Hova deal (yeah)
I got the baby face, hoes love the sex appeal
Can barely hear the bitch speak ’cause my dick in her throat (woo)
Say she turn into a freak if I give her some coke (woo)
Snort a whole fuckin’ mountain, bitch gone off the dope
Put that bitch in an Uber, I just fuck ’em and go

[Chorus]
She like, “Nigga, is you high?” Bitch, yeah
Break it down and roll a whole zip, yeah
And we ain’t fuckin’ with that fake shit, yeah
I bet my ex-bitch hate this, yeah

[Outro]
Woke up early, had no weed, I had to smoke me a roach (yeah)
Call up pimpin’ for the plug, I know just where to go (my nigga)
Give a fuck about no hater and I’m all about my paper (yeah)
Hit my nigga Gucci up, I’m ’bout to slide right through Decatur (woo)

Kris Wu – Deserve lyrics

(feat. Travis Scott)

[Intro: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yah

[Verse 1: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
I got all this money, so I know you won’t expect this (yahhh)
Runnin’ on the low-low, but I know that you interested
I just made a call, you and your girls is on the guest list (yah, yah)
Maybe you’re still liquor, but I swear I wanna French kiss (it’s lit)
And that body on you girl, I promise that’s impressive
Rollie on my wrist, I’m trynna chill, but still I’m flexin’
Baby, you a star and all these others girls is extras (yah)
I been on the block, I’m trynna build with you like Tetris, oh (straight up)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Kris Wu]
I might write a song about you tonight (you tonight)
You the perfect melody for the life (and what I like)
Let me make you famous, Michael Jackson dangerous
You my favorite song, add you to my playlist (oh)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
You don’t gotta sleep alone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak
Shawty, you belong with me
Let me get you in your zone
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Outro: Kris Wu]
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah

Lyrical TIP – Moreki Like lyrics

[Verse 1]
Now tell’em who the baddest/
Michael Jackson yellow, the booty fat as a/mother that could never control her habits/
Was a regular face at these beauty pageants/
All the average dudes can handle/
But they lacking the funds to produce and manage/
The ambition of hunny to do the damage/
In the land of ‘economic future status’/
She got no money but she ball like that/
Hunnids at the mall like that/
All type stacks/
Never with a card like that/
Debit is a chore like that/
All eyes back/
Whenever she walk like that/stiletto and a jaw lie flat/
All type kats/
Saying that’s a broad I’d smash/
Rich niggaz fall like that/raw type facts

[Chorus]
How many broke bitches in the building
Still got a drink in they hand and straight chillin’ like…
Moreki like!
Woza x3
Moreki like!
Woza x3
[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Let’s get a round for the hunny at the back with the glasses sitting all alone… (Whaaat!)
Let’s get a round for the hippie-type chick with the dreadlocks, ring in her nose… (Whaaat!)
Let’s get a round for the yellow bone crew with the Gucci bags sitting on the throne… (Owww!)
…of vip/
The king I be/
Before a nigga let you in let me see id/
Man this nigga put it on with the figures/
I’m talkin’ Dom Perignon type dealings/
Man he buy a couple rounds for a giggle/
Hand up on her thigh then he gone with the visit../
And he made a young call when he did this/
Sayin’ that he gone for the business/
Took his wedding ring off for the killers/
And he put it back on when he home with the Mrs

Hook [Chorus]
How many broke bitches in the building
Still got a drink in they hand and straight chillin’ like…
Moreki like!
Woza x3
Moreki like!
Woza x3
[Repeat Chorus x3]

Machine Gun Kelly – Moonwalkers lyrics

(feat. DubXX)

[Intro]
Gunner, Gunner

[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly & DUBXX]
Walk up in the spot with hella reefer on me
Pockets full of what?
Hella quarters, like I’m ’bout to feed the meter
Only two seaters, I mean two chiefers
We ain’t even parkin’
We just spark it and fly frequent
Up in the sky, Jesus
Gave me high fives, Peter
Pan full of yams
Trees lit like Christmas Eve
I’m so facetious, so indecent
Fuck the world and leave it speechless
Rock that jacket with the cheetah
Look like Elvis with these sequins, I’m sayin’

[Chorus: DUBXX]
Roll up, my nigga, what’s the hold up, my nigga?
Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga
Where I’m from you get popped, that ain’t soda, my nigga
Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga

[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
Yeah, fast life, hash pipes, lit up like flashlights
Fast cash, back scratch, steal off on last night
Super stoned, where is home? I missed the last flight
Aww man, hella saucy, I got the last bite
What you call it when you feel like you’re on the moon talkin’?
Michael Jackson with my actions, I call this moonwalkin’
Movin’ backwards, rollin’ Backwoods, I don’t care who’s watchin’
EST a fuckin’ army, I’m the platoon sergeant

[Chorus: DUBXX]
Roll up, my nigga, what’s the hold up, my nigga?
Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga
Where I’m from you get popped, that ain’t soda, my nigga
Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga

[Verse 3: Machine Gun Kelly & DUBXX]
Look, all I ever wanted was the cash
I don’t roll it up if it ain’t gas
Tank full, goin’ to the moon
I can see the snakes in the grass
You could never ever get us, ayy
It’s a Tommy Hilfiger day
Ain’t nobody realer than us
Ain’t nobody triller than us
Ayy, Birdman hands on ’em (brrr)
Hermès smell on him
Bitch you know we comin’ out the land
Shout out to the fans
Early Monday mornin’, haha
I packed a Tulu bag high as fuck, already soarin’
Where you goin’? Space station, engine roarin’ (woah)
Gettin’ face in the foreign (yeah)
Sex tape like it’s porn
Spades game with the Martians
I don’t ever do the norm

[Interlude: Machine Gun Kelly]
Ay we only steppin’ out for the big shit
Champagne supernova type shit
Cards on the table, ace, king, queen, haha

[Chorus: DUBXX]
Roll up, my nigga, what’s the hold up, my nigga?
Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga
Where I’m from you get popped, that ain’t soda, my nigga
Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga
Roll up, my nigga, what’s the hold up, my nigga?
Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga
Where I’m from you get popped, that ain’t soda, my nigga
Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga

Big Flip Papi – Money On The Way lyrics

Verse 1
It’s Okayi got money on the way
Chef it bag it up, yeah we hungry round the way
We do it real right, round the clock all night
That hustles in my blood, can’t get it out my life
G5 whips the color of rose gold
He fly switch, the phantom to the rose
Bezel on the Rollie uh, looking so bold
Back hammer out on homie, guaranteed your son will fold
Oh forgive you me you don’t know?
Whoaaa even Black Rob would say you got to go
No! Big Flip Papi that nigga
Call me Michael Jackson, with a million dollar zipper
Tipper, I fell in love with a stripper
Got money on the way, and she knows that I’m a hit her

Hook
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Cop it off the lot got money on the way
It’s okay I got money on the way
Pop that Ciroc got money on the way
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Money, Money, got money on the way
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Drop them checks, got money on the way

Verse 2
It’s Okay I left the trap to the youngings
They don’t play, steam the Mac if you fronting
Flee dropping checks, and a nigga came from nothing
Key round my neck, go getter, I ain’t stunting
They see my respect, so they know I ain’t bluffing
All them years locked up top, now I’m worth something
Villas, yachts, double shots at the bar
My hitters pop, licking shots at you frauds
And we always got back up, when we fall
Got money on the way, yeah, it’s knocking at my door
Flew to Italy shopped at designer stores
Bought her so many bags she ain’t even want more
I’m living good now, no doubts, so sure
Body bags at money banks, looking like a morgue
She bounce to the beat, ass dropping to the floor
Her money on the way
You make it rain, we make it pour

Hook
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Cop it off the lot got money on the way
It’s okay I got money on the way
Pop that Ciroc got money on the way
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Money, Money, got money on the way
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Drop them checks, got money on the way

Northlane – Singularity lyrics

[An excerpt of a Terrence McKenna speech:]
“We have to stop consuming our culture. We have to create culture. Don’t watch TV, don’t read magazines, don’t even listen to NPR. Create your own roadshow. The nexus of space and time, where you are now, is the most immediate sector of your universe. And if you’re worrying about Michael Jackson or Bill Clinton or somebody else, you are disempowered. You are giving it all away to icons. Icons which are maintained by an electronic media, so that you want to dress like X or have lips like Y. This is shit-brained, this kind of thinking. That is all cultural diversion. And what is real is you and your friends, your associations, your highs, your orgasms, your hopes, your plans, and your fears. And we are told no. We’re unimportant, we’re peripheral, get a degree, get a job, get a this, get a that, and then you’re a player. You don’t even want to play in that game. You want to reclaim your mind and get it out of the hands of the cultural engineers who want to turn you into a half-baked moron consuming all this trash that’s being manufactured out of the bones of a dying world. Where is that at?”

Frank Ocean – Pink + White (feat. Beyoncé) lyrics

[Intro: Frank Ocean]
Yeah, yeah, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
That’s the way everyday goes
Every time we’ve no control
If the sky is pink and white
If the ground is black and yellow
It’s the same way you showed me
Nod my head, don’t close my eyes
Halfway on a slow move
It’s the same way you showed me
If you could fly then you’d feel south
Up north’s getting cold soon
The way it is, we’re on land
Still I’m someone to hold true
Keep you cool when it’s still alive
Won’t let you down when it’s all ruin

[Hook: Frank Ocean]
Just the same way you showed me, showed me
You showed me love
Glory from above
Regard my dear
It’s all downhill from here

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
In the wake of a hurricane
Dark skin of a summer shade
Nose dive in the flood lines
Tall tower of milk crates
It’s the same way you showed me
Cannonball off the porch side
Older kids trying off the roof
Just the same way you showed me (you showed)
If you could die and come back to life
Up for air from the swimming pool
You’d kneel down to the dry land
Kiss the Earth that birthed you
Gave you tools just to stay alive
And make it out when the sun is ruined

[Hook: Frank Ocean]
That’s the same way you showed me, showed me
You showed me love
Glory from above
Regard me dear
It’s all downhill from here

[Outro: Frank Ocean + Beyoncé]
Remember life
Remember how it was
Climb trees, Michael Jackson, it all ends here
Say what up to Matthew, to Shoob
Say what up to Danny
Say what up to life immortality
Bending up my Nikes
Running out the melpomene, nicotine
Stealing granny cigs (take it easy)
Gimme something sweet
Bitch I might like immortality
This is life, life immortality

Mike G – Wreckless Lyrics

You been obedient. I been lenient
The coupe double cup. You see me lean in it
I ain’t preaching it. Bitch be appreciative
Keep it secretive won’t front like I don’t know ya
Girl with them eyes I do what you wanna
I say hypnotize she say controlla
It’s like She know everything I love
Rockstar speedin off from the midnight club. Even though the whip clean she wreckless
She break a block down drop it make a line disappear like Tetris
Cocky puttin on my best Kanye west impression
Cruising sections trynna add a Barbie bitch to my collection
I forgot mention to hail to the chief when I step in
See that’s presidential shit I had to dress for the election, yo

It’s bittersweet how you don’t listen
Tonight, we need to see them bad intentions
You been obedient. I been lenient
The coupe, double cup. You see me lean in it

Niggas in Hollywood reaching for a role
Jack Frost but you gon regret leaving me in the cold
Hit the house with black mask when the cops at the door
And say the black man rob watch a nigga say woah
Pete Maravich with the 44
Dial up soldiers. creepin up slow
Give me the drop like she do it for radio
Turn the bed to a Carnival and put on a freak show
I know, there’s no way that you can be the hardest without sum’n
That’ll make em get up like graffiti artist
So fairly.. imma do it til they obey me
Jewels on my neck, smile on my face straight to the bank, see

It’s bittersweet how you don’t listen
Tonight we need to see those bad intentions
You been obedient. I been lenient
The coupe double cup. You see me lean in it

We took the long route. I’m talking scenic shit
Son came from fire. I’m talking Phoenix shit
I’m what danger is that Michael Jackson
Chief when I’m rappin uh, I’m bout that action

03 Greedo – If I Wasn’t Rappin

[Intro]
03
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby, wasn’t rappin’ baby
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby

[Chorus]
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
You know I’d be trappin’ daily
Sippin’ shit, I’m rappin’ baby
She say I be actin’ shady
Wake up and I’m after payments
Bitch, I’m tryna grab Mercedes

[Verse]
And I’m playin’ them naked ladies
Save the cash and never save ’em
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
I’d be back stuck on the pavement
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
I’d’ve never left the station
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
I’d still be on that vacation
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
I’d never be here to taste ya
That’s the part that drive you crazy
‘Member when I caught them cases
You thought they would take you, Jason
Thank the Lord I wasn’t patient
I did it without the stations
Took a loss and rearranged it
Took a charge and didn’t say shit
Sweet lady, need a replacement
You feel good, get left for ravin’
Fly bitch from where I be bangin’
[?] in my fuckin’ favor
Bitch, I’m from another planet
Where we speak a different language
Fuck the jury and the plaintiff
Word to Chase, he fuckin’ saved me
Reason why I got the [?]
Now I’m here to bring the plaques
Hottest shit since Michael Jackson
Janet Jackson, satisfaction
Love my sisters on some black shit
White girl in my fuckin’ baggage
White girl made me fuckin’ happy
Fuck the bounty, I’m just laughin’
‘Cause you drove out here to grab me
I got out soon as I landed
Waited longer on the package
Now they know I’m really trappin’
And I still don’t know what happened
Realest nigga in first class
The realest statement in your caption
"#Free03, my favourite rapper"

[Break]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
03
Yeah, yeah
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby

[Chorus]
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
You know I’d be trappin’ daily
Sippin’ shit, I’m rappin’, baby
She say I be actin’ shady
Wake up and I’m after payments
Bitch, I’m tryna grab Mercedes
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
You know I’d be trappin’ daily
Sippin’ shit, I’m rappin’, baby
She say I be actin’ shady
Wake up and I’m after payments
Bitch, I’m tryna grab Mercedes

[Outro]
And [?] naked ladies
Save the cash and never save ’em
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
I’d be back stuck on the pavement
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
I’d’ve never left the station
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
I’d still be on that vacation
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
I’d never be here to taste ya
That’s the part that drive you crazy
‘Member when I caught them cases
You thought they would take you, Jason
Thank the Lord I wasn’t patient
I did it without the stations
Took a loss and rearranged it

Hoodrich Pablo Juan – Faygo Cream (feat. Duke)

[Chorus: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
‘Bout gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean

[Verse 1: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Yeah, you could leave me in the hood, with no clothes
Bet you I’ma catch a ho before I catch a cold
Ooh, cross ’em out like hot sauce, I’m balling like a pro
We gon’ pull up strapped up to every show
I bet you I’ma handle business, and that’s for sure
Ooh, mama told me chase that money, say fuck them hoes
Ooh, just hope it ain’t no witness, I got blood on the floor
I got too many bitches, I don’t love none’ them hoes
Yeah, I might start moonwalking like I’m Michael Jackson
I got on too much fashion, my wrist doing magic
I got the diamonds on my wrist dancing
I’m throwing that money in Magic City
I wanna fuck, she got ass and titties
Drinking that lean, I got bad kidneys
Molly in the bag, got my mask with me

[Chorus: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Hit the lab and pop a bean, all my bitches mean
I’m a rockstar, I spent two thousand on jeans
Drank got me movin’ slow, I’m sippin’ on lean
And we not drinking no green
They pull out their cameras when I’m on the scene
That bitch ain’t bad, she a thot
Nigga try me, gotta die
I went and broke down a pot
I got that shit out the pot
Bitch I cannot tie the knot
Trappin’ and rappin’ with fire
I just might peel out the lot
Don’t know what I’m sippin’ but I poured a lot

[Chorus: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean

[Verse 3: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Yeah, Pablo Juan, call me your majesty
I fucked her and I ain’t call her and now she mad at me
I be fresh to death, yeah, it’s a tragedy
I got it on lock but I heard you had the key
Yeah, gettin’ money every day, now you mad at me
Ooh, I don’t fuck with hater niggas, ain’t my cup of tea
Yellow Lamb, black guts, call it bumblebee
Bought a new AP, man I think they on to me

[Chorus: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean

Cam O’bi – TenderHeaded (feat. Smino)

[Chorus]
How come I can’t do what fuck I want do?
How come, how come?
Tryna get this skraight, no damn hot comb through
How come, how come?
Weavin’ through the naps, dreams been on hold
Since my cradle hit the flo
Tender head, my denim skrong
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaah

[Verse 1: Cam O’bi]
Remember when I was a kiddo, growin’ up in the middle
Windows lining my smile, silver teeth underneath my pillow
A nigga had a nappy head like a Brillo pad
Sister said I need to do somethin’ about them beedy-beed naps
Snackin’ on Andy Capp’s with a pickle and a quarter water
Walked in the barbershop asked me what I wanted
I told that man I wanted to look like Superman
But when he had the long hair
You know, kinda like Michael Jackson?
The damn barber just started laughin’
I cried as he gave me that bald fade
Afro puffs hit the flo’, symbolic of sheddin’ my innocence
I guess I thought they were magicians or alchemists or mathematicians
With algebraic, calculus algorithms designed to cure me of my nappiness
Like a perm burned off my happiness, I sat silently acquiescent, pitfalls of adolescence
Spitballs and scrabble sessions and tattle-tales
Playing around in the hallway like one of Santa’s elves
"You wanna goto jail?", "Hell naw, mister security!"
Got sent to the principal for my potty mouth
Talkin’ bout some, "give me your number so we can call the house"
But gimme got shot, so the ink stainin’ my record now
You pull a comb thru my afro that shit’ll crackle like a bowl full of Rice Krispies
Rollin’ my innocence in a cigarillo like

[Chorus]
How come I can’t do what fuck I want do?
How come, how come?
Tryna get this skraight, no damn hot comb through
How come, how come?
Weavin’ through the naps, dreams been on hold
Since my cradle hit the flo
Tender head, my denim skrong
How come, how come?
How come I can’t say what fuck I want say?
How come, how come?
Tender braids, but I can’t make my eyes rain
How come, how come?
Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb
When my cradle hit the flo’
Tender head, my genes on swole
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah

[Verse 2: Smino]
I don’t wanna sing the Star-Spangled Banner
Unless it’s produced by David Banner
Elbows on the lunch table, eatin’ on a gravy sammich
Lil’ nigga, no table manners
Crazy it attracted shawty’s
On the back of the bus gettin’ neck had a knack for noggin’
Lil’ nick at nighttime
Googlin’ booty, beauty illusions polluted and deep-rooted in my mind
My block was a Rubix
Anywhere you turned, the shit was hot around the clock
And they could not ice cube it, damn
Mama, I don’t like this school shit
Fuck an alogarithm, I’ll log into the music, damn
Daddy, I don’t like this school shit
I beat the desk until my knuckles bleed
All my teachers think I’m challenged mentally
But my mental skrong, know who I wanna be
Instantly began a surgery
Bada-bing, Voila!, made wings wit the words, Hallelujah, Yah bitch, Yah!
All my blessings came when I accepted I’m not y’all
I been put it down the line like laundry
They told find something more concrete
Now a lil’ nigga breakin’ concrete
Praises to God I ain’t no convict
They’ll never take away my confidence

[Chorus]
How come I can’t do what fuck I want do?
How come, how come?
Tryna get this skraight, no damn hot comb through
How come, how come?
Weavin’ through the naps, dreams been on hold
Since my cradle hit the flo
Tender head, my denim skrong
How come, how come?
How come I can’t say what fuck I want say?
How come, how come?
Tender braids, but I can’t make my eyes rain
How come, how come?
Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb
When my cradle hit the flo’
Tender head, my genes on swole
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah

Kris Wu – Deserve (feat. Travis Scott)

[Intro: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yah

[Verse 1: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
I got all this money, so I know you won’t expect this (yahhh)
Runnin’ on the low-low, but I know that you interested
I just made a call, you and your girls is on the guest list (yah, yah)
Maybe you’re still liquor, but I swear I wanna French kiss (it’s lit)
And that body on you girl, I promise that’s impressive
Rollie on my wrist, I’m trynna chill, but still I’m flexin’
Baby, you a star and all these others girls is extras (yah)
I been on the block, I’m trynna build with you like Tetris, oh (straight up)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you’re a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Kris Wu]
I might write a song about you tonight (you tonight)
You the perfect melody for the life (and what I like)
Let me make you famous, Michael Jackson dangerous
You my favorite song, add you to my playlist (oh)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
You don’t gotta sleep alone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak
Shawty, you belong with me
Let me get you in your zone
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Outro: Kris Wu]
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah

NAUGHTY BOY – One Chance To Dance lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m no professional dancer
Baby, I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But I would learn any move
Get with any groove
Just to dance with you
I’ll let my feet do the talking
I met her out when I’m walking
Show you what I can do
And you know it’s true
When I dance with you

[Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh, give me your hand
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I’ll be who I am
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Post-Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me one chance, one chance to dance
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Verse 2]
I’m no professional dancer
Baby, give me your answer
I’ll practice everyday
Don’t care what record plays
When I dance with you
You take the lead and I’ll follow
I’ll take my pride and I’ll swallow
May not have Jagger moves
But I ain’t gonna lose
When I dance with you

[Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh, give me your hand
I’ll be who I am
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Post-Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me one chance, one chance to dance
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Bridge]
And if I fall to my knees
I won’t crumble and freeze
I’ll pick myself up and I’ll try it again, and again until you see
I’ll take you by the hand
Just listen to me
Oh baby, if you could just give me a half of a chance
To make you understand
I know exactly who I am
I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Post-Chorus]
Give me one chance, one chance to dance
Give me one chance, one chance to dance
I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But give me one chance, one chance to dance
One chance, one chance to dance
One chance, one chance to dance

Naughty Boy – One Chance To Dance lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m no professional dancer
Baby, I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But I would learn any move
Get with any groove
Just to dance with you
I’ll let my feet do the talking
I met her out when I’m walking
Show you what I can do
And you know it’s true
When I dance with you

[Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh, give me your hand
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I’ll be who I am
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Post-Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me one chance, one chance to dance
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Verse 2]
I’m no professional dancer
Baby, give me your answer
I’ll practice everyday
Don’t care what record plays
When I dance with you
You take the lead and I’ll follow
I’ll take my pride and I’ll swallow
May not have Jagger moves
But I ain’t gonna lose
When I dance with you

[Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh, give me your hand
I’ll be who I am
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Post-Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me one chance, one chance to dance
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Bridge]
And if I fall to my knees
I won’t crumble and freeze
I’ll pick myself up and I’ll try it again, and again until you see
I’ll take you by the hand
Just listen to me
Oh baby, if you could just give me a half of a chance
To make you understand
I know exactly who I am
I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Post-Chorus]
Give me one chance, one chance to dance
Give me one chance, one chance to dance
I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But give me one chance, one chance to dance
One chance, one chance to dance
One chance, one chance to dance

Kris Wu – Deserve lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yah

[Verse 1: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
I got all this money, so I know you won’t expect this (yahhh)
Runnin’ on the low-low, but I know that you interested
I just made a call, you and your girls is on the guest list (yah, yah)
Maybe you’re still liquor, but I swear I wanna French kiss (it’s lit)
And that body on you girl, I promise that’s impressive
Rollie on my wrist, I’m trynna chill, but still I’m flexin’
Baby, you a star and all these others girls is extras (yah)
I been on the block, I’m trynna build with you like Tetris, oh (straight up)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you’re a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Kris Wu]
I might write a song about you tonight (you tonight)
You the perfect melody for the life (and what I like)
Let me make you famous, Michael Jackson dangerous
You my favorite song, add you to my playlist (oh)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
You don’t gotta sleep alone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak
Shawty, you belong with me
Let me get you in your zone
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Outro: Kris Wu]
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah

IDK – Pizza Shop (feat. Yung Gleesh)

Part I

[Intro]
Blow your mind

[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
This that drive-by
This that Shawty Lo in Impala
Hello out the whip
With the clip, make you bye-bye
Roll the windows up
Hotbox, smokin’ la la
Roll the windows down
See the opps, it’s a problem
Shit, really I’m a good boy
But that Trapaholics tag turned me to a hood boy
Blunt guts on the floor, I’m a Backwood boy
Lookin’ at me wrong, make you wish you never looked, boy
Screamin’ out the window like, "Fuck you, pay me"
Stick you for the cash like my nickname Baby (brrr)
Used to have a job, but that job barely paid me
Charley’s Grilled Subs tried to minimum wage me, lately
Hangin’ with my niggas makes me wanna start trouble
If they fight, I’ma fight, make this shit a royal rumble
I’m a gang gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’ run

[Chorus: Yung Gleesh & Jay IDK]
Here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ licks, ayy
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ licks, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run

[Verse 2: Jay IDK]
I used to wanna hang with Dae Dae and them (Dae Dae and them)
I used to wanna hang with Nelson and them (Nelson and them)
I used to wanna hang with Diemon and them (Diemon and them)
‘Til they gave all three 40 years in the Pen
But that’s the way you get respect when you tryna be ’bout it
Shit I was goin’ down that road, but my phone kept reroutin’
They tryna go the right way, but the left said, ayy
You gon’ ride, ride, ride, ride, ride for the gang
So now we speedin’ to the pizza place
Closin’ up, it’s gettin’ late
Someone gotta rob the shit
Everybody look at Jay
Gang, gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’
Run that shit

[Interlude]
Drop dis like a fuckin’ gunshot blaow!

Part II

[Intro: Jay IDK]
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat

[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
Now everybody get up on the fuckin’ ground
And if you make a sound, I might have to drown it with these rounds
Knowin’ I’m no killer, but fuck it, I’m tryna be that nigga
So my actin’ skills kick in, I’m Michael Jackson off of Thriller, hehehe
Where the safe at? Don’t make me ask again
Where the safe at?
Next question is: where the tape at?
That’s when I seen a red light blinkin’ in peripheral
I took the cam’s position and reversed it like reciprocal, hah
I put a gun to her neck, she put her hand on the safe
I hear a car creepin’ up and then I tell her to wait
Hold up, don’t make a sound, just let his ass drive around
And you will not feel a round, shhh
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Police car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creep

[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
Me the villain
Dudes known to do more hustlin’ than stealin’
Papi snatch your soul out if you’re in your feelings
Never do no types of discussions around dealings
Get focused, y’all
Telephone bring repercussions to your well-being
And Instagram put clowns in a jam
Doin’ 10 straight in a cell, hot plate eatin’ Spam
Wanna be the man, but don’t see the plan

[Verse 3: Del the Funky Homosapien]
Finally someone let me out of my cage
Little did they know, I’ma hit the front page in three days (damn)
These days peeps do anything to make a buck (I know)
Jackin’ jackers like they tryna win the sweepstakes
Each day I be fightin’ for my sanity (yeah)
My ho stay mad at me (what,) she just a liability (fuck it)
She called the pizza shop, said she needed a delivery
They arrived, but she broke, are you kiddin’ me?
I got back from answerin’ job calls
I seen a fool hop out the window, just boxers on
I recognized her from the pizza shop
I’m already deducin’ that my ho had to have somethin’ to do with this

Electric – Relax Lyrics

I heard it’s supposed to be like 85 and shit
No clouds, sunny. I’m not going to work
Yo I’m about to call my manager

[Verse: Anonymous]
Yo
I woke knowing that they were expecting me
Especially when I called in who else would it be?
Yeah it’s (Blah Blah) I’m not coming in I’m kinda woozy
Let me explain last night me and the wife had sushi
Had it for this first time, found out I’m allergic
My cheeks are all swollen and my tongue is this purplish-green
I’m burping and sneezing and peeing so I can’t come in
(nah just stay where you are.. Alright peace, I’ll see you tomorrow)
I’ll be there on time / If you think I’m coming in today you’re out of ya mind
I got cheese, crackers, grapes, and a bottle of wine
Sit back and recline with a lady of mine

[Hook]
Relax today, worry tomorrow
Ease Back, Live it up, that’s the motto
(Instead let me tell you what I’m gonna do)
Relax today, worry tomorrow
Ease Back, Live it up, that’s the motto
(Instead let me tell you what I’m gonna do)

[Verse: Raheem Jamal]
Yo…
I didn’t go to work today, yo I didn’t go to school today
Yo I’m acting like a fool today
I don’t care what you say
I should’ve did this yesterday, everyday
Technical, difficult, malt liquor sulk
Smoke just enough nickel puff to miss the bus
Simple stuff, yo I’m late for work
Really don’t give a uh, my boss a jerk
Maybe today I’ll call him up, draw his bluff
I’m not coming in what’s up? (Oh yeah)
Skip the suit and the ties and the button-up shirts
9 to 5 ain’t jiving / undermining my work
I can’t find myself if I ain’t got time for self
My music and my art is first (Remind yourself)
Then I’ll go and save the Earth…
Come back fill the page with a verse
Take a nap, go away it works
(So what you gonna do?)
Stay home and play in the dirt

[Hook]
Relax today, worry tomorrow
Ease Back, Live it up, that’s the motto
(Instead let me tell you what I’m gonna do)
Relax today, worry tomorrow
Ease Back, Live it up, that’s the motto
(Instead let me tell you what I’m gonna do)

[Verse: Raheem Jamal]
Every morning I wake up / Don’t wanna face stuff
Mad at my maker, committed to my paystub
40 hour week… my mind made up

(I’m not going to work… Insight! yo we have to wake him up!)

[Verse: Insight]
Ahh…9:30?!
I should’ve been at work I didn’t go to sleep early
I jumped out the bed and found a shirt that wasn’t dirty
And some mix-match socks…
Wait a minute where’s my keys?
The commute is a 40 minute journey
I took the phone cause he said that he’d heard me
Last night I had a burglary
I had laryngitis and, um, Raheem said he would work for me
Anyway I quit, make today my last day
I can’t stand the work, I don’t like the pay
Bills up to here (I still don’t care)
Tell em to wait in line until I find a career
Today I’m gonna chill, sit in the shade
On a lounge chair, co-sipping lemonade

[Hook]
Relax today, worry tomorrow
Ease Back, Live it up, that’s the motto
(Instead let me tell you what I’m gonna do)
Relax today, worry tomorrow
Ease Back, Live it up, that’s the motto
(Instead let me tell you what I’m gonna do)

[Outro: dialogue]
No matter what, the bills are gonna come
It’s 2 things you gon’ always have… taxes & bills
The bills are always gonna be there
Michael Jackson get bills!
It’s one of those days where you don’t even have to have a plan
It’s just better than work. Better than working!

EarthGang – Mediate (Rags EP)

[Verse 1: J.I.D]
Everybody, everybody (uh ok)
Everybody wanna be a nigga, but nobody wanna be a nigga when it’s time to be a nigga
If you thinking it, then say it, when you see a nigga
Please be clear, I rhyme, I do not mind
Read or write the beat then have your girl ride the C train to me to ride the D and give me brain
And you can see the stains I place upon the sheets
Oh, you gon’ come for me?
Well my nigga, you better have an army at least
Or more than a gun for me
I’m more than a man, not a God, but the boy is a man
We ignore all the noise from the outlandish
Standout with the cannon, outstanding, south bandit
Don’t panic, please, ’cause if I get nervous we get un-sturdy and we start to squeeze

[Verse 2: Johnny Venus]
Okay, niggadom
Nigga from nigga slum
Blue tongue, red tongue
Nigga flavors, go ‘head, son, get you some
Nigga got a lot of gifts
But package store was always open
Jail house don’t ever close
And my world view was always shut
Trap spot was always bunkin’
Neighborhood was always crunk
See I was outside riskin’ snakes eyes
With my life chances, stakes high
Only outlet was the moon walk
Michael Jackson dances, so shuck and jive, nigga, bust a nine
Shoot behind the line, my only advances
USA eat me like a cancer
UK eat me like a cancer
Gettin’ money and they tag the crib
Ask King James, "what’s the fucking answer?"
Still a nigga out in Calabasas
Still a nigga when I greet the masses
Oval office, presidential grasses
When I fuck my white girl and I meet her daddy
I know deep down inside, man, he hate that shit
Plotting for the perfect time to bury me
Nigga, please, show ’em the green like a caddy
Venus, Serena them daddy
But that shit don’t change my appearance
Asians like, "That’s my nigga"
Latins like, "That’s my nigga"
White folks like, "That’s my nigga"
‘Til it’s time to die, bye, bye, nigga
Now don’t get offended, I was just giving you hard time
Come to your block, give you hard line
My, did I come at the wrong time?
But see I sent comets to the Earth
Me, I was humming at your birth
I put colors on the spectrum
I let you assign them worth

[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
Looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you
Looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you
I be looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you, ooh
Looking for peace when I stare at you

[Verse 3: Doctur Dot]
You know I’m here for the nigga shit
Whole life been nigga rich
Since my momma let a project nigga hit
Set it up so when I meet the reaper
Let my son reap the benefits
Nigga shit on social media
Get a nigga pinched, end up in the pen
Surrender your independence ’til the sentence finished
Even with no pot you got a cup to piss in
Burning bridges with my tunnel vision
Bitches leave niggas for cunnilingus
Fuck me like her nigga non-existent
No negativity, niggativity
Why you being silly fucking with me
Giggity giggity
When I’m in the city
They like, Doc you litty
Not as lit as I’m finna be
I just wake up and do shit differently
I can never say they doubted my ability
Along the way some niggas just wasn’t feeling me
Niggas lost faith and quit on me
I just tuck ’em in the back of my memory
One monkey don’t stop no show, my niggas got goals and responsibilities
So you know by any means, really mean any and everything to the team
Nothing off limits nigga, ain’t gon’ keep shit clean
Me and my niggas the niggas that they should’ve never let go free
Niggas got me talking through my teeth like I’m 50 Cent in ’03
Ain’t no Kunta Kinte, nigga Toby what they told me
"What it’s gon’ be?"

[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
Looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you
Looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you
I be looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you, ooh
Looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you
Looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you
I be looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you, ooh
Looking for peace when I stare at you

[Outro: DC Young Fly]
Lift them tities up, thank you
Oh let go then, AY
Finna pick these niggas up
Aye man get the fuck out my way boy this the lyft driver
Yuh, boy I shoot your ass
Aight nigga uhhh
Smoking in the car
I ain’t got no good fucking [?] ay
Cool me up with this shit, eat this shit
He need to come on man ‘fore I cancel the trip
I do need to work though so I ain’t going to cancel it
Come on man, yall niggas come on man
Open the door
Nah I ain’t gettin out my car man I pop the trunk so you could put your shit in there nigga
What you think this is nigga
I’m just your ride, not your chauffeur
Let do it, get in the car boy
Come on man I got AC, Just got it fixed big dawg, lets do it
Uh, get in
There go

Sage The Gemini – Reverse (Morse Code Album)

Throw it in reverse
Throw it in reverse

Low-key wanna wife her
In jeans with the rikers
Every girl wanna fight her
She make the light get brighter
Tryna get her to the right spot
White fur got her white hot
Like I only got one shot
Walk through and like why not

I’ve been watching you, all night
I need her body, tonight

Wait now, let me get it first
Going down to your back, muscles hurt
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Go up, down to the dirt
Take a lil’ till your back muscles hurt
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Eyy, throw it in reverse

Yeah, she was pulling my steelo
I got green like Cee-Lo
Yeah, she see me balling like the D-League
Eyy, her ex-man was on the D-Low
Wow, I walked straight into the action
Step in it, treat me like I’m Michael Jackson
In VIP, looking like I went platinum
It’s still keep the bread under the mattress
And she right from her head to her heels
I’m on her mind like she forgot to pay her bills
And you can ride if you keep it, real
She want the pickle ’cause she know the deal (Wow)

I’ve been watching you, all night
I need your body, tonight

Wait now, let me get it first
Going down to your back, muscles hurt
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Go up, down to the dirt
Take a lil’ till your back muscles hurt
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Eyy, throw it in reverse

I know you see me with the ice on
I want to see you with the light the lights on
She tryna wiggle in my section
You go hard when it’s my song
I know these dudes be all in your face
Spin a check, tryna get you to their place
Moving fast like they tryna win a race
And that’s cool but I ain’t down for the chase
I got big bills, phone calls to make deals
Playing your cards right, just wait ’till I deal
And you do what you want when you copping
I would chase but I got too many options

I’ve been watching you, all night
I need you body, tonight

Wait now, let me get it first
Going down to your back, muscles hurt
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Go up, down to the dirt
Take a lil’ till your back muscles hurt
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Eyy, throw it in reverse

She only like me for the diamond on my wrist
Diamonds on my neck, six diamonds on the check (On the check)
She only like for the diamond on my wrist
Diamonds on my neck, six diamonds on the check (On the check)
She only riding for the diamond on my wrist
Diamonds on my neck, six diamonds on the check (On the check)
She only like me for the diamond on my wrist
Diamonds on my neck, six diamonds on the check (On the check)

FRENCH MONTANA – Formula lyrics

Yes, everything spicy, bumboclaat
Everything spicy, eh? bumboclaat’s truth, right? [?]
Wah gwan, wah gwan, boy
Everything bumboclaat spicy, yeah, yeah
Everything spicy [?] steam dem, curry dem
Everything good
Alright, watch out [?]

[Pre-Chorus: French Montana]
For real
And yeah, we comin’ for the kill
Warrior
With the formula

[Chorus: Alkaline]
Dem nae waan wi yah
Wi cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson song, enuh?
When wi a work, dem did a laugh, enuh?
No blood inna mi yiy, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh?
Wi find the formula
Fi mek the money fi wi family, yeah
Yeah, yeah, like it’s the formula

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Yeah, yeah
My homie Chinx got murdered, murdered
Nobody seen, nobody heard
They left us on the corner, wanna kill us here
Now, Nino in the Carter with the Cartier
My homie Max bought a hundred years
His mama body dry, can’t cry no tears
Now I’ma ride for my dawg
In a foreign place on the call, you know?
Around like a foreigner
Golden State Warrior
Same bars by the show, you know
One show, what you get for a tar, you know
You want my face on the wall you know
Fuck niggas’ motive was my motivation
Money on the floor, built the foundation
On top, no safe, no combination
Baby, be my motivation

[Chorus: Alkaline]
Dem nae waan wi yah
Wi cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson song, enuh?
When wi a work, dem did a laugh, enuh?
No blood inna mi yiy, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh?
Wi find the formula
Fi mek the money fi wi family, yeah
Yeah, yeah, like it’s the formula

[Verse 2: Alkaline]
Frass, dem never give mi this, mi earn it
Dem a act like mi nuh deserve this
If mi did relapse, dem would a hurt mi
Dem seh mi good but mi still carry a one thing wid mi
Laugh wid dem but I don’t trust dem
Anybody diss a inna ground wi a send, send dem
Uptown have the tall up dem (queng)
Dem bless mi papa strong
But mi know the pussy dem

[Chorus: Alkaline]
Dem nae waan wi yah
Wi cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson song, enuh?
When wi a work, dem did a laugh, enuh?
No blood inna mi yiy, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh?
Wi find the formula
Fi mek the money fi wi family, yeah
Yeah, yeah, like it’s the formula

[Verse 3: Alkaline & French Montana]
From you a work you have the formula
Tower Hill have the formula
Lee Milla have the formula
New York got the formula
UK got the formula
Hit Jamaica for the formula
Blood in my eyes from the war, enuh
Me for real, we come up for the kill
Me and warrior came back with the formula
Kick down door, enuh?

[Chorus: Alkaline]
Dem nae waan wi yah
Wi cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson song, enuh?
When wi a work, dem did a laugh, enuh?
No blood inna mi yiy, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh?
Wi find the formula
Fi mek the money fi wi family, yeah
Yeah, yeah, like it’s the formula

[Outro: Alkaline]
For real, they know we comin’ for the kill
Warrior, comin’ with the formula
The biggest bumboclaat chune, eh?
New York, Miami, London, eh?
East Africa, America, eh?
Bumboclaat!

A.Chal – To The Light (On Gaz Album)

[Intro]
I found a way, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
I said I found a way, to that light
To that light, I got it right

[Chorus]
I said I found a way, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
I said I found a way, to that light
To that light, I got it right
I said I found a way, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
I said I found a way, to that light
To that light, to that light

[Verse 1]
Blowin’ all this cash on the things that never last
I don’t want it, you can have it
Countin’ up this bag while I’m smokin’ out the bag
With my brother, yo roll another
Eyes bloodshed, marijuana
Starin’ at the eyes of my karma
I’m bumpin’ Michael Jackson and Nirvana
I’m tryna find my way to my Donna

[Chorus]
I said I found a way, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
I said I found a way, to that light
To that light, I got it right
I said I found a way, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
I said I found a way, to that light
To that light, I got it right

[Verse 2]
Now I see the signs, that’s why I’m pressin’ decline
When you call me, ain’t tryna hear it (hello?)
I turn to the guy that you said I couldn’t ride
Like it’s magic, I’m disappearin’
Head lookin’ down at my collar
I’ve been doin’ things how I wanna
Focused on the fam in mi casa
What you talkin’ ’bout? What you fall off?

[Chorus]
I said I found a way, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
I said I found a way, to that light
To that light, I got it right
I said I found a way, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
I said I found a way, to that light
To that light, I got it right

Talib Kweli & Styles P – Last Ones (The Seven Album)

(Yeah)
(What’s Happenin’?)
(What’s Happenin’?)
(What’s up, what’s happenin, what’s up?)

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
These haters prayin’ they can celebrate the last one’s death
None of them niggas in my class that couldn’t pass one test
But that’s what happens when you rappin’ on a [?] depth
I never chat shit
The flow bat-shit, it’s major league
Major Keys like Khaled (it’s accurate)
Recognize a dime when you pass it
With this weapon I’s rhymin’, I’m an assassin
Put nine minutes to the casket, you bastards
Stare in the abyss and the Leviathan (oh yea)
You say a prayer for the dying men
Looking for that pleasure but you findin’ sin
Can’t be scared to take a loss if you tryin’ to win

[Verse 2: Styles P]
Recognize greatness, tenacious
Gracious, mark of design, the new Matrix
I can make Dr. Strange brain look basic
MCs on the dinner menu and I ain’t ate shit
Who’s the entree? I’m a giant like Andre
You just an appetizer, weak rapper in harm’s way
These elite rhymes, prayers and peace signs
Staring at the air, fled the joint, hope the beast died
Icy ass road, no brakes let the Jeep slide
Playing hide and seek with my sleep, where did he hide?
Popular, hook philosopher since knee high
Ironic, I really ran with the wolves at G high
You ain’t hearing me, higher power preparing me
To have a higher power in rap for transparency
I’m clear to you, I’m here with you
High and in the cloud, I should put it in the air for you

[Hook: Talib Kweli & Styles P]
All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
(Last ones, left right)
(Last ones, left right)
All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
(Last ones, left right)
(Last ones, left right)
(Last ones)

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
Paint it like I’m JJ, for real I’m not for play play
If I work then I get paid, they whip them slaves like the nae nae
I’m smashin’ ’em if you askin’ ’em what’s happenin’ and they say
I’m original, you a re-run, Dwayne hey hey hey
Do the rise got my squad information like what bae say
I seen my brother you got to be more specific when you say bae
A spark like a melee, feelings I don’t placate
Give a fuck what Michael Jackson and Paul McCartney say say say
Fuck the KKK, respect the family, me and you got a play date
I’ll send you to hell and Satan will be your playmate
O-K-K, like Lil Scrappy but pay attention to what they say
Sound like some old "catch me on payday" type niggas who like to get missin’
Nah, pay what you want (cough it up), but you ain’t the homie, now you don’t know me
Hip-hop on my shoulders like the demons or the sheriff
Or the stick you use for measurin’, way too sick for medicine

[Hook: Talib Kweli & Styles P]
All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
(Last ones, left right)
(Last ones, left right)
All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
(Last ones, left right)
(Last ones, left right)

[Verse 4: Styles P]
All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
Hatin’ cocksuckers hope I see the flash one night
‘Bout peace but I’ma grab my mask tonight
Man standin’, I’ma be the last one right
I rhyme wicked, I sit still, my mind vivid
Analyze the times and all of the signs with it
Pump fake the snakes and the rats and the swine with ’em
Smoke watch stars and go on the line with ’em, ghost

[Outro]
Oh, that my words were written
Oh, that they were inscribed in a book
Oh, that with an iron pen and lead they were engraved in the rock forever
Whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just
Whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable
If there is any excellence, if there is anything worth of praise
Think about these things