MJ

Jacquees – All You Need Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah, huh?
Jacquees (Rich Gang, mhm), uh-huh

[Verse 1]
You can find me somewhere in the spot on a mission (A mission, mission)
You can find me in the spot lookin’ for me a missus (A missus, missus)
I got eyes locked on this brown-tone, sexy, well-known woman (Rich girl), woman
She got a vibe and I can’t miss it (Miss it)
I wanna put it down on this mission (This mission)
I wonder, will she go there with me? (With me)
I’m MJ with my shot, twenty-three (Twenty-three)
She a boss, she got drive, niggas fail, but they tried
Nobody’s hittin’ it (Nobody’s hittin’ it)

[Pre-Chorus]
You say you need someone real, I got somethin’ (I got somethin’)
You been stressin’ ’bout your bills, that ain’t ’bout nothin’ (Ain’t ’bout nothin’)
I know I could be your light, I wanna shine with you (Shine with you)
I’ll flood your follie on your wrist, won’t waste my time with you (My time with you)

[Chorus]
Girl, all you need is me
Girl, I just wanna lift your spirits (Yeah)
For anyone that ever hurt your feelings
Girl, all you need is me (Right)
Be my partner in this life of sinnin’ (For sure)
My love for life, girl, like I caught a sentence

[Verse 2]
I can see your dress flowin’ down the runway (Uh, uh-huh)
‘Cause I’ma put a ring on it one day
Oh, she drippin’ wet now (Drippin’)
She got my respect now
We came from the bottom and she stayed down
I know that she work
She stay like a bottle, it’s no servin’
She don’t cut no corners, she’s so perfect
Lookin’ like she straight off the runway
She get my braggin’ rights, her little ass is nice
I’m gonna be in my bag tonight, she wanna dance tonight
We lit like dynamite, I wanna make you my wife
Put this pipe in your life, she’ll be goin’ all night
She like it inside, yeah (Inside)
She told me keep it inside (Inside)

[Chorus]
Girl, all you need is me
Girl, I just wanna lift your spirits (Yeah)
For anyone that ever hurt your feelings
Girl, all you need is me (Right)
Be my partner in this life of sinnin’ (For sure)
My love for life, girl, like I caught a sentence (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3]
Can I get in your business, girl?
Who’s been takin’ care of you? (Who’s been takin’ care of you?)
Or are you independent, boo? (Or are you independent, boo?)
If so, then tell me what you do (What you do)
I can take care of you, girl, don’t you fight it (Don’t you fight it)
I got sexual needs, girl, come and ride it (Come and ride it)
Ice cube your neck, girl, fuck a Friday (Yeah)
That’s rival like Usher, let’s do it my way
I wonder, will she go there with me? (With me)
I’m MJ with my shot, twenty-three (Twenty-three)
I know she’d be perfect for me (For me)
Sweet lil’ lady is makin’ me sing (Yeah)
But she’s not happy, I can tell (I can tell)
Someone is not treatin’ her well, I need you all to myself

[Pre-Chorus]
You say you need someone real, I got somethin’ (I got somethin’)
You been stressin’ ’bout your bills, that ain’t ’bout nothin’
I know I could be your light, I wanna shine with you
I’ll flood your follie on your wrist, won’t waste my time with you (Won’t waste my time)

[Chorus]
Girl, all you need is me
Girl, I just wanna lift your spirits (Yeah, yeah)
For anyone that ever hurt your feelings
Girl, all you need is me (Yeah)
You my partner in this life of sinnin’ (My life)
My love for life, girl, like I caught a sentence
You’re all I need
Girl, I just wanna lift your spirits (Ohh)
For anyone that ever hurt your feelings
You’re all I need, yeah
Be my partner in this life of sinnin’
My love for life, girl, like I caught a sentence

[Outro]
Na-na-na, na-na (Ooh, yeah)
Na-na-na, na-na (Ooh, yeah, Rich Gang)
Na-na-na, na-na (Ooh, babe)
Na-na-na, na-na (And ya know, and ya know)
Rich Girl

Cardi B – Bartier Cardi (feat. 21 Savage) lyrics

[Intro: Cardi B & 21 Savage]
Bardi in a ‘Rari, diamonds all over my body
(30, you a fool for this one)
Shinin’ all over my body
Bardi, put that lil’ bitch on molly, Bardi!
Bitch on Molly (Cheeze)
21, diamonds all over my body
Fucked that bitch on molly (KSR)
Ask him if I’m ’bout it

[Chorus: Cardi B & 21 Savage]
Your bitch wanna party with Cardi
Cartier Bardi in a ‘Rari (21)
Diamonds all over my body (Cardi)
Shinin’ all over my body (my body)
Cardi got your bitch on molly
Bitch, you ain’t gang, you lame
Bentley truck lane to lane, blow out the brain (21)
I go insane, insane
I drop a check on the chain, fuck up a check in the Flame
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (from what?)
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (say what?)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21)
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (21)
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Cardi)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (who’s Cardi?)

[Verse 1: Cardi B]
Who get this motherfucker started? (Cardi)
Who took your bitch out to party? (Cardi)
I took your bitch and departed (Cardi)
Who that be fly as a Martian? (Cardi)
Who that on fleek in the cut? (Cardi)
Who got the bricks in the truck? (Cardi)
Them diamonds gon’ hit like a bitch on a bitchy ass bitch
Bitch, you a wannabe Cardi
Red bottom MJ, moonwalk on a bitch
Moonwalkin’ through your clique
I’m moonwalkin’ in the 6
Sticky with the kick, moonrocks in this bitch
I’m from the motherfuckin’ Bronx (Bronx)
I keep the pump in the trunk (trunk)
Bitch, if you bad then jump (jump)
Might leave your bitch in a slump (your back)

[Chorus: Cardi B & 21 Savage]
Your bitch wanna party with Cardi
Cartier Bardi in a ‘Rari (21)
Diamonds all over my body (Cardi)
Shinin’ all over my body (my body)
Cardi got your bitch on molly
Bitch, you ain’t gang, you lame
Bentley truck lane to lane, blow out the brain (21)
I go insane, insane
I drop a check on the chain, fuck up a check in the flame
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (from what?)
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (say what?)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21)
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (21)
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Cardi)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Your bitch wanna party with a Savage (21)
Saint Laurent Savage in an Aston (yeah)
High end cars and fashion (21)
I don’t eat pussy, I’m fastin’ (on God)
I’m a Blood, my brother Crippin’
Bitch, I’m drippin’, ho, you trippin’
Told the waitress, I ain’t tippin’
I like hot sauce on my chicken (on God)
I pulled the rubber off and I put hot sauce on her titties (21)
I’m in a Bentley truck, she keep on suckin’ like it’s tinted (21)
All these VVSs, nigga, my sperm worth millions (on God)
The bitch so bad, I popped a Molly ‘fore I hit it (21, 21)

[Chorus: Cardi B & 21 Savage]
Your bitch wanna party with Cardi
Cartier Bardi in a ‘Rari (21)
Diamonds all over my body (Cardi)
Shinin’ all over my body (my body)
Cardi got your bitch on molly
Bitch, you ain’t gang, you lame
Bentley truck lane to lane, blow out the brain (21)
I go insane, insane
I drop a check on the chain, fuck up a check in the flame
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (from what?)
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (say what?)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21)
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (21)
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Cardi)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (who’s Cardi?)

[Verse 3: Cardi B]
Step in this bitch in Givenchy (cash)
Fuck up a check in Givenchy (cash)
Boss out the coupe and them inches
I fuck up a bag at the Fendi, I fuck up a bag in a minute
Who you know drip like this?
Who you know built like this?
I’m poppin’ shit like a dude
Pull up to pop at your crew, brrrt, poppin’ at you (woo)
They say you basic, I flooded the Rollie with diamonds
I flooded the Patek and bracelet
I got your bitch and she naked
Ice on the cake when I bake it
I’m switchin’ lanes in the Range
Swap out the dick for the brain
Swap out your bitch for your main
Swap out the trap for the fame
Ice on them Cardi B Cartier frames, bitch

[Chorus: Cardi B & 21 Savage]
Your bitch wanna party with Cardi
Cartier Bardi in a ‘Rari (21)
Diamonds all over my body (Cardi)
Shinin’ all over my body (my body)
Cardi got your bitch on molly
Bitch, you ain’t gang, you lame
Bentley truck lane to lane, blow out the brain (21)
I go insane, insane
I drop a check on the chain, fuck up a check in the flame
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (from what?)
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (say what?)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21)
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (21)
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Cardi)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (who’s Cardi?)

Aston Merrygold – Get Stupid lyrics

Don’t bring that bad day with ya’
Leave it at the door
It’s a cold blooded killer
Take it out for sure
Take a look at it nine to five
That’s what we gon’ do

[Pre-Chorus]
Let’s not complicate it
Trouble making
What’s the point if you can’t celebrate?
Let the good times multiply
Just me and you, yeah

Gonna tell ya’ now
Let me tell ya’ now
Let me tell ya’ now
Wow!

[Chorus]
Here’s an invitation to the whole wide world
From your brother to your sister to your best friend’s girl
Can’t excuse it
No excuses
Everybody get stupid
Unpredictable, erratic
Never stuck in static
Once you get it then you won’t let go
Don’t call it foolish
I say it’s coolish
Everybody get stupid

MJ thriller
Outta control
Keep ’em guessing like Riddler
Edward Nigma
But it’s not that hard to find
It’s all about you

[Pre-Chorus]
Let’s not complicate it
Trouble making
What’s the point if you can celebrate?
Let the good times multiply
Just me and you, yeah

Gonna tell ya now
Let me tell ya now
Let me tell ya now
Wow

[Chorus]
Here’s an invitation to the whole wide world
From your brother to your sister to your best friend’s girl
Can’t excuse it
No excuses
Everybody get stupid
Unpredictable erratic
Never stuck in static
Once you get it then you won’t let go
Don’t call it foolish
I say it’s coolish
Everybody get stupid

If you got money in your pocket
It don’t mean nothing
If you ain’t where it is
If you ain’t where it is
If you ain’t got a mister
I’ll dance with ya til it’s late
Let ’em in
Til it’s late let ’em in
Til it’s late
Oh til it’s late
Til it’s late

[Chorus]
Here’s an invitation to the whole wide world
From your brother to your sister to your best friend’s girl
Can’t excuse it
No excuses
Everybody get stupid
Unpredictable, erratic
Never stuck in static
Once you get it then you won’t let go
Don’t call it foolish
I say it’s coolish
Everybody get stupid
(Everybody get stupid)

Stalley – Squattin’

[Intro: Stalley]
Fuck a nigga hatin’
This money I be chasin’
Fuck a nigga hatin’

[Hook: Stalley]
Fuck a nigga hatin’
This money I be chasin’ (Chasin’)
9-11 racin’ (race)
I came from the basement (I came from it)
Not a pot to piss in (not one)
Now its V-12 engines (Vroom)
Speedin’ out the trenches (yey)
I’m squattin’ on you hoes (Squattin’)

[Verse 1: Stalley]
(?)
Take a nigga soul
Got snakes on my clothes
Diamond boogers in my gold
Hermes when I blow my nose
Designer from head to toe
Fashion killa wish a Gunter
Four G savings like a nunchuk
Cuban shining like the sun’s up
Bank on my like Sun Trust
Never spend it on a ho
Ain’t no ho that son trust
Maybach like a small bus
Got enough room to throw a party in it
Ride by catch a body in it
Treat that ’62 like a ’64

[Pre-Hook: Stalley]
Keep it jumpin’
Keep it jumpin’
Keep it jumpin’
Keep it jumpin’

[Hook: Stalley]
Fuck a nigga hatin’
This money I be chasin’ (Chasin’)
9-11 racin’ (race)
I came from the basement (I came from it)
Not a pot to piss in (not one)
Now its V-12 engines (Vroom)
Speedin’ out the trenches (yey)
I’m squattin’ on you hoes (Squattin’)

[Verse 2: Stalley]
Fish scale we play with that
Fuck 12 in my Raiders hat
On the southeast where my raiders at
B & E taking all your stacks
My .357 I call it cap
Jet black its pro-black
Triangle where the nose at
Squeeze once they all collapse
I smoke, relax get my chill on
Gotta smoke 12 before I feel stoned
Copied so much that I feel cloned
Streets ain’t safe but its still home
Off the porch with the .45
I’m the MJ of gats
Trill niggas don’t fade away
Ride the ‘rari like Chevrolet

[Pre-Hook: Stalley]
Keep it jumpin’
Keep it jumpin’
Keep it jumpin’
Keep it jumpin’

[Hook: Stalley]
Fuck a nigga hatin’
This money I be chasin’ (Chasin’)
9-11 racin’ (race)
I came from the basement (I came from it)
Not a pot to piss in (not one)
Now its V-12 engines (Vroom)
Speedin’ out the trenches (yey)
I’m squattin’ on you hoes (Squattin’)

Joe Gifted – Water (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane & Quavo)

[Intro: Gucci Mane, Quavo, & Joe Gifted]
Joe Gifted
Wizzop
Quavo
Brrr
These hoes thirsty, need water
Wrist game on water
Neck piece on water

[Chorus: Joe Gifted]
These hoes thirsty, need water
Wrist game on water
Neck piece on water
Stay down stay down
Come up, you come up
In that order
It’s been a long time, long grind
Time to shine, gotta get rich
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches
Ain’t got time for y’all bullshit
I want a big bag, big bag, big house, big stash, a lot of cash
Kid straight, fam straight
I ran it up, you know I get a lot of that

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I got a big bag, all blue bills, walkin’ ’round with cash
Fourteen seventy-nine, all the way the deal, studio had bags
I need a big stash, big stash, biggest stash, biggest stash
Now it’s all fun and games, rest my brothers in the coupe and don’t crash
Need a big scale, big bale, fishscale, all trap shit
Havin’ big drip, big spill, big spill, hope it don’t leak
Call me janitor, maintenance man, ’cause I got all the damn keys
You can take me to the block for real, ’cause I make that shit look easy
Packs in, ziplocs, got the streets in a gridlock
Got to shock the whole big pot, turn the stove to a wristwatch
Your bitch, in order, my neck, make water
Big hunchos, no quarters
Don’t drown in that water, need snorkels

[Chorus: Joe Gifted]
These hoes thirsty, need water
Wrist game on water
Neck piece on water
Stay down stay down
Come up, you come up
In that order
It’s been a long time, long grind
Time to shine, gotta get rich
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches
Ain’t got time for y’all bullshit
I want a big bag, big bag, big house, big stash, a lot of cash
Kid straight, fam straight
I ran it up, you know I get a lot of that

[Verse 2: Joe Gifted]
Fam straight, kid straight
Rent paid, got it on me, 10K
New look, temp fade
Bad bitch with me, yeah Kim K
Money calling, pick up or Jumpman, 23, MJ
Ain’t going back to jail, that’s a no, no no Mikembe

[Chorus: Joe Gifted]
These hoes thirsty, need water
Wrist game on water
Neck piece on water
Stay down, stay down
Come up, you come up
In that order
It’s been a long time, long grind
Time to shine, gotta get rich
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches
Ain’t got time for y’all bullshit
I want a big bag, big bag, big house, big stash, a lot of cash
Kid straight, fam straight
I ran it up, you know I get a lot of that

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Big old diamond necklaces, I’m handsome and reckless
I spend cash for the thrill of it, my young niggas move militant
That new V12, I ordered it, he started it, we slaughtered it
My left right wrist I watered it, my ears on that retarded shit
Guwop on that remix so you know they brought that bag out
I can’t wait to do the video and bring that glass out
Keisha ridin’ shotgun in my new drop, I feel like Ca$h Out
So much cash in her Birkin, that bitch a walkin’ stashhouse
Order whipped with cool water, just jumped a cool quarter
If she ain’t shaped like a Coke bottle, then I do not bother
Trap rap godfather, y’all need to try harder
Bruce Willis, die harder, got her on ice water

[Chorus: Joe Gifted]
These hoes thirsty, need water
Wrist game on water
Neck piece on water
Stay down, stay down
Come up, you come up
In that order
It’s been a long time, long grind
Time to shine, gotta get rich
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches
Ain’t got time for y’all bullshit
I want a big bad, big bag, big house, big stash, a lot of cash
Kid straight, fam straight
I ran it up, you know I get a lot of that

Future – You Da Baddest (feat. Nicki Minaj)

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Ten thousand miles up in the sky
We never land ’cause we stay fly
I’ma be your bitch for life
If they try you, they gotta die
Baby, put one in the sky
What we got, they can’t deny
Put your diamonds in the light
And let ’em see you shine bright

[Chorus: Future]
Fuck them hoes
Hold up, wait one minute
Hold up, wait one minute
Hold up, wait one minute
Yo, hold up, wait one more
You know you the baddest baby, fuck them hoes
Fuck them hoes, fuck them hoes
We on a different planet girl, it’s fuck them hoes
Fuck them hoes, fuck them hoes

[Verse 1: Future]
Percocets and molly make you touch your toe
I keep the conversation open for my hoe
Snapchat that pussy, don’t you take too long
Trampoline, titties, girl, they bouncin’, yeah
All these diamonds on me, how could I tell you no?
You got one leg in the air, tap it like you broke
Sweating out your weave, girl, fuck that hoe
Girl, you ain’t gotta leave, we gon’ fuck this hoe
Percocets and molly’s make you touch your toe
Been in this bitch so long, I’m going up a dose
Pussy got more murders than New Mexico
Bust it open wide and let that ocean flow
Money be the motive, baby, fuck them hoes
You know why you did it, baby, fuck them hoes
Tell them crackers "fuck ’em", we don’t love them hoes
Th-they don’t want no problems, baby, fuck them hoes

[Chorus: Future]
We know you the baddest baby, fuck them hoes
Fuck them hoes, fuck them hoes
We on a different planet girl, fuck them hoes
Fuck them hoes, fuck them hoes

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, yo, stick it to the bull like- stick it to the bull like-
Wait, wait, wait, hold up, wait
Stick it to the bull like where’s MJ? Where’s MJ?
Don’t come around with that weird energy, weird energy
Bitch, I got that 25 karats on my Patek, I’m ecstatic
Got them blue diamonds dancing in my party, democratic
I never lose nothing but, damn, I done had it
I ain’t never strike out, they can’t average what I batted, no
If she hatin’, tell that bitch to let it go

[Bridge: Future]
Truly rude boy, truly rude
Truly rude boy, truly rude
Truly rude boy, truly rude
Truly rude boy, truly rude
Percocets and molly’s make you touch your toe
Been in this bitch so long, i’m going up a dose
Pussy got more murders than New Mexico
Bust it open wide and let that ocean flow

[Chorus: Future]
We know you the baddest baby, fuck them hoes
Fuck them hoes, fuck them hoes
We on a different planet girl, fuck them hoes
Fuck them hoes, fuck them hoes
We know you the baddest baby, fuck them hoes
Fuck them hoes, fuck them hoes
We on a different planet girl, fuck them hoes
Fuck them hoes, fuck them hoes

[Outro: Future]
Oooh, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
Oooh, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
Got about a thousand upon my side
We out here hustlin’, risking our life
Fill cocaina up in your tights
We had to make it across the line
Damn near didn’t make it through them nights
I watch the bloody tears fall from your eye
You just wanna live a nigga life
Sittin’ in a helicopter, I can touch the sky
Fuck them hoes
Just fuck them hoes

Lil Wayne – Changed It (New Chapter Album)

I did it for everybody out here on they own
I did it for the ones who walk a mile in them cages
And never tell me no
Come get me when I fall, and tell me when I’m wrong
But you should know I bought ’em
I changed, I changed
They say that shit the same, it ain’t the same, though
I changed, I changed
Oh my God, I changed
Oh my God, they on the same shit
Oh my God, I changed
Oh my God, they still on the same shit
You can’t say nothin’, you can’t say nothin’
You end up everywhere you say you wasn’t
Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that’s your cousin?
I don’t do handshakes, that shit disgusts me
The big 3 on the court, bitch hit them bleachers
I don’t wanna have to break bad like it screeches
A bitch out in Atlanta eating them peaches
A bitch got more bars than where Big Meech is
No, you can’t bone it, nigga, ain’t no Lisa here
She gon’ dread dissin’ Nicki like Lisa hair
I buy, lil nigga, ain’t no leaser here
The bitch gambled her career, now it’s gon’ be severe
I ain’t just be watchin’ bitches pitfalls
Stop doin’ pills, but bitch don’t withdrawals
I am in my mansion rockin’ pink drawers
I leveled up, bitch, I switch flows
MJ to the teens, I am Billie Jean and them bitches my sons
I’m doin’ it for fun, I am the first number, tell them bitches I won
This hoe gettin’ slick, so I put on gym shoes and extended my run
MJ, game 6, Jackson, Tyson
Quiet dog, my phone changed up
I’m icin’ up my Barbie chains up
And when I come, get your change cup
These bum bitches never change up
Oh my God, I changed
Oh my God, they still on the same
Oh my God, I changed
Oh my God, they still on the same
You can’t say nothin’, you can’t say nothin’
You end up everywhere you say you wasn’t
Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that’s your cousin?
I don’t do handshakes, that shit disgusts me
No more CMB shit, I changed it
Young Money shit, Mula Gang shit
Different hoes doing the same shit
Poppin’ pills, we don’t know where the pain went
Lit like high beams, sippin’ on my lean
Rippin’ off my wings, knife out my spleen
Yeah, Carter time, I put bling on for the time
She changed her ringtone to one of mine, I changed 23s to 45s
Lil Tune like autotune, I get in her throat and she harmonize
She get the D and ooh la la la, and when she leave, I kumbaya
I whip it up with the left hand, I don’t fuck with the yes man
I get younger by the second, I don’t rust like Def Jam
It’s a must I expand, and flex on my ex-team
Have sex on my jet ski, text my chef, told ’em "Let’s beef"
Changing girls, change is fine
She don’t like girls, change her mind
Change the world, change my line
Never ever change my slimes
Changing looks, changing lies, changing skies, changing lanes
Me, Minaj, and Champagne changed the game
And y’all chump change
I’m just sayin’
Quiet dog, my phone changed up
I’m icin’ up my Barbie chains up
And when I come, get your change cup
These bum bitches never change up
Oh my God, I changed
Oh my God, they on the same
Oh my God, I changed
Oh my God, they still on the same
You can’t say nothin’, you can’t say nothin’
You end up everywhere you say you wasn’t
Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that’s your cousin?
I don’t do handshakes, that shit disgusts me
Oh my God, I changed
Oh my God, they on the same
Oh my God, I changed
Oh my God, they still on the same
You can’t say nothin’, you can’t say nothin’
You end up everywhere you say you wasn’t
Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that’s your cousin?
I don’t do handshakes, that shit disgusts me
Mula, Mula Gang
Mula, Mula Gang
Mula Gang, Gang, Gang
That your boyfriend? That shit disgusts me

Lil Uzi Vert – Alone Time

[Intro]
Middle fingers to my enemies, I hope you die
Middle fingers to my enemies, I hope you die

[Hook]
All these diamonds on my teeth is why I talk like this
Money in my pocket why I walk like this
All this money in my pocket why she stalk like this
I be Rick Owen steppin’ better guard your bitch

I already bought your bitch
We did everything, I already bought your bitch
Like this the way I rage on some rockstar shit (raindrops)
Aye rockstar shit
Aye rockstar shit, aye

[Verse 1]
Sharing all these bitches with my bros
All these bitches out here, they be hoes
In the kitchen and they whippin’ stoves
With my bitches and they toting poles
I just fucked me like 10 hoes
Stay down with my ten toes
Sharing all my money with my kinfolk
I am so done with the Kenzo jump in Benzo (uh yeah)
Um, Rest in Peace to Speaker Knockers
Got your bitch all on my arm
Like, Lil Uzi he just be wildin’
He got like all of these options, yeah
My new bitch she is a vegan
I just be counting this broccoli
Yah, we got them choppers on choppers
Ain’t nobody gonna stop us
I just be lightin the gas, yah
Sometimes I’m lit with the booth, yah
That bitch like oh where the tool, yah
She just be gone off the boot, yah
Like Rick Owens all on my shoes, yah
Feel like MJ with the moves, yah
Fucking your bitch with my goons, yah
Leave her wet like the pool, yah

[Hook]
All these diamonds in my teeth is why I talk like this
Money in my pocket why I walk like this
Money in my pocket why she stalk like this
I be Rick Owens steppin’ better guard your bitch

I already bought your bitch
We did everything I already bought your bitch
Like bitch the way I rage on some rockstar shit (raindrops)
Aye rockstar shit
Aye rockstar shit

[Verse 2]
All these diamonds in my mouth is why I talk like this
Hundred fifty thousand why I walk like this
Yeah kick my little shit with a rockstar bitch
Yeah turn her right around and give her rockstar dick
That is not your bitch
We be going hard to ignite your bitch
Give her right to the squad and they bite your bitch
Make her slob on my knob like a ho, girl you’re sick
On the real, I don’t even like your bitch
Squad one night your bitch
Long dick and I’mma pipe your bitch
Long dick and I’mma pipe your bitch
Xan money don’t even excite that bitch
Friend zone, I don’t even like that bitch
10 hoes, on the real I’m so lit
Number one, world champ now wife that bitch

[Hook]
All these diamonds in my teeth is why I talk like this
Money in my pocket why I walk like this
Money in my pocket why she stalk like this
I be Rick Owens steppin better guard your bitch

I already bought your bitch
We did everything I already bought your bitch
Like bitch the way I rage on some rock star shit
Aye rockstar shit
Aye rockstar shit

Joe Gifted – Water (feat. Fronstree)

[Bridge: Frontstreet]
These hoes thirsty, need water
Wrist game on water
Neck piece on water (repeat)
Stay down stay down
Come up, you come up
In that order

[Hook: Joe Gifted]
It’s been a long time, long grind
Time to shine, gotta get rich
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches
Ain’t got time for y’all bullshit
I want a big bad, big bag, big house, big stash, a lot of cash
Kid straight, fam straight
I ran it up, you know I get a lot of that

[Verse 1: Joe Gifted]
Fam straight, kid straight
Rent paid, got it on my 10k
New look , temp fade
Bad bitch with me, Kim K
Money calling pick up or jumpman 23 MJ
Ain’t going back to jail, that’s a no, no no Dikembe

[Bridge: Frontstreet]
These hoes thirsty, need water
Wrist game on water
Neck piece on water
Stay down stay down
Come up, you come up
In that order

[Hook: Joe Gifted]
It’s been a long time, long grind
Time to shine, gotta get rich
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches
Ain’t got time for y’all bullshit
I want a big bad, big bag, big house, big stash, a lot of cash
Kid straight, fam straight
I ran it up, you know I get a lot of that

[Verse 2: Frontstreet]
Pockets on extra full
No bull Frontstreet the best to do it
Told the bitch no offense, bring the bag
Make sure it’s extra full
Shawty fire, lighter fluid
Face card big good, thought you knew it
I’m the shit, the manure
Bad bitch, good pussy connoisseur
My neck hit, real water
Wrist hit, real water
Your bitch thirsty, she need water
Disrespectful, need water
My plug foreign so they had to deport him
He kept it silent so I had to reward him

[Bridge: Frontstreet]
These hoes thirsty, need water
Wrist game on water
Neck piece on water
Stay down stay down
Come up, you come up
In that order

[Hook: Joe Gifted]
It’s been a long time, long grind
Time to shine, gotta get rich
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches
Ain’t got time for y’all bullshit
I want a big bad, big bag, big house, big stash, a lot of cash
Kid straight, fam straight
I ran it up, you know I get a lot of that

Dawn – LA (feat. Trombone Shorty)

[Hook]
These LA streets are killin’ me
These LA streets are killin’ me
These LA streets are killin’ me
These LA streets are killin’ me

[Verse]
Lemonade lakes in the plaza
In the Chevy, going 90 down La Brea
It’s wavy ’cause that shit don’t matter
MJ on the radio, so we blast that, MJ on the radio
Niggas always chasin’ answers
We just wanna know, if we really matter, we just wanna know

[Pre-Hook]
We thought we was above it all
‘Cause we been friends since Wayne was a hot boy
He said we should keep drivin’
For the sake of survivin’, now we hot, boy

[Pre-Hook]
We thought we was above it all
‘Cause we been friends since Wayne was a hot boy
He said we should keep drivin’
For the sake of survivin’, now we hot, boy

[Hook]
These LA streets are killin’ me
These LA streets are killin’ me
These LA streets are killin’ me
These LA streets are killin’ me

[Pre-Hook]
We thought we was above it all
‘Cause we been friends since Wayne was a hot boy
He said we should keep drivin’
For the sake of survivin’, now we hot, boy

[Hook]
These LA streets are killin’ me
These LA streets are killin’ me
These LA streets are killin’ me
These LA streets are killin’ me

[Hook]
These LA streets are killin’ me
These LA streets are killin’ me
These LA streets are killin’ me
These LA streets are killin’ me

[Instrumental Outro: Trombone Shorty]

Nicki Minaj – Changed It (feat. Lil Wayne)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I did it for everybody out here on their own
I did it for the ones who walk a mile in them cages
And never tell me no
Come get me when I fall, and tell me when I’m wrong
But you should know I bought ’em
I changed it, I changed it
They say that shit the same, it ain’t the same, though
I changed it, I changed it

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Oh my god, I changed it
Oh my god, they on the same shit
Oh my god, I changed it
Oh my god, they still on the same shit
You can’t say nothin’, you can’t say nothin’
You end up everywhere you say you wasn’t
Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that’s your cousin?
I don’t do handshakes, that shit disgusts me

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
The big 3 on the court, bitch hit them bleachers
I don’t wanna have to break bad like it screeches
A bitch out in Atlanta eating them peaches
A bitch got more bars than where Big Meech is
No, you can’t bone it, nigga, ain’t no Lisa here
She gon’ dread dissin’ Nicki like Lisa hair
I buy, lil nigga, ain’t no leaser here
The bitch gambled her career, now it’s gon’ be severe
I ain’t just be watchin’ bitches pitfalls
Stop doin’ pills, but bitch don’t withdrawals
I am in my mission rockin’ pink drawers
I leveled up, bitch, I switch flows
MJ to the teens, I am Billie Jean and them bitches my sons
I’m doin’ it for fun, I am the first number, tell them bitches I won
This hoe gettin’ slick, so I put on gym shoes and extended my run
MJ, game 6, Jackson, Tyson

[Pre-Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Quiet dog, my phone changed up
I’m icin’ all my Barbie chains up
And when I come, get your change cup
These bum bitches never change up

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Oh my god, I changed
Oh my god, they on the same
Oh my god, I changed
Oh my god, they still on the same
You can’t say nothin’, you can’t say nothin’
You end up everywhere you say you wasn’t
Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that’s your cousin?
I don’t do handshakes, that shit disgusts me

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
No more CMB shit, I changed it
Young Money shit, Mula Gang shit
Different hoes doing the same shit
Poppin’ pills, we don’t know where the pain went
Lit like high beams, sippin’ on my lean
Rippin’ off my wings, knife out my spleen
Yeah, Carter time, I put bling on for the time
She changed her ringtone to one of mine, I changed 23s to 45s
Lil Tune like autotune, I get in her throat and she harmonize
She get the D and ooh la la la, and when she leave, I kumbaya
I whip it up with the left hand, I don’t fuck with the yes man
I get younger by the second, I don’t rust like Def Jam
It’s a must I expand, and flex on my ex-team
Have sex on my jet ski, text my chef, told ’em "Let’s beef"
Changing girls, change is fine
She don’t like girls, change her mind
Change the world, change my line
Never ever change my slimes
Changing looks, changing lies, changing skies, changing lanes
Me, Minaj, and Champagne changed the game
And y’all chump change
I’m just sayin’

[Pre-Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Quiet dog, my phone changed up
I’m icin’ all my Barbie chains up
And when I come, get your change cut
These bum bitches never change up

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Oh my god, I changed
Oh my god, they still on the same
Oh my god, I changed
Oh my god, they still on the same
You can’t say nothin’, you can’t say nothin’
You end up everywhere you say you wasn’t
Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that’s your cousin?
I don’t do handshakes, that shit disgusts me
Oh my god, I changed
Oh my god, they on the same
Oh my god, I changed
Oh my god, they still on the same
You can’t say nothin’, you can’t say nothin’
You end up everywhere you say you wasn’t
Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that’s your cousin?
I don’t do handshakes, that shit disgusts me

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Mula, Mula Gang
Mula, Mula Gang
Mula Gang, Gang, Gang
That your boyfriend? That shit disgusts me

Nicki Minaj – Changed It lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I did it for everybody out here on their own
I did it for the ones who walk a mile in them cages
And never tell me no
Come get me when I fall, and tell me when I’m wrong
But you should know I bought ’em
I changed it, I changed it
They say that shit the same, it ain’t the same, though
I changed it, I changed it

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Oh my god, I changed it
Oh my god, they on the same shit
Oh my god, I changed it
Oh my god, they still on the same shit
You can’t say nothin’, you can’t say nothin’
You end up everywhere you say you wasn’t
Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that’s your cousin?
I don’t do handshakes, that shit disgusts me

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
The big 3 on the court, bitch hit them bleachers
I don’t wanna have to break bad like it screeches
A bitch out in Atlanta eating them peaches
A bitch got more bars than where Big Meech is
No, you can’t bone it, nigga, ain’t no Lisa here
She gon’ dread this and Nicki like Lisa hair
I buy, lil nigga, ain’t no leaser here
The bitch gambled her career, now it’s gon’ be severe
I ain’t just be watchin’ bitches pitfalls
Stop doin’ pills, but bitch don’t withdrawals
I am in my mission rockin’ pink drawers
I leveled up, bitch, I switch flows
MJ to the teens, I am Billie Jean and them bitches my sons
I’m doin’ it for fun, I am the first number, tell them bitches I won
This hoe gettin’ slick, so I put on gym shoes and extended my run
MJ, game 6, Jackson, Tyson

[Pre-Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Quiet dog, my phone changed up
I’m icin’ all my Barbie chains up
And when I come, get your change cup
These bum bitches never change up

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Oh my god, I changed
Oh my god, they on the same
Oh my god, I changed
Oh my god, they still on the same
You can’t say nothin’, you can’t say nothin’
You end up everywhere you say you wasn’t
Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that’s your cousin?
I don’t do handshakes, that shit disgusts me

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
No more seein’ visions, I changed it
Young Money shit, Mula Gang shit
Different hoes doing the same shit
Poppin’ pills, we don’t know where the pain went
Lit like high beams, sippin’ on my lean
Rippin’ off my wings, knife out my spleen
Yeah, Carter time, I put bling on for the time
She changed her ringtone to one of mine, I changed 23s to 45s
Lil Tune like autotune, I get in her throat and she harmonize
She get the D and ooh la la la, and when she leave, I kumbaya
I whip it up with the left hand, I don’t fuck with the yes man
I get younger by the second, I don’t rust like Def Jam
It’s a must I expand, and flex on my ex-team
Have sex on my jet ski, text my chef, told ’em “Let’s beef”
Changing girls, change is fine
She don’t like girls, change her mind
Change the world, change my line
Never ever change my slimes
Changing looks, changing lies, changing skies, changing lanes
Me, Minaj, and Champagne changed the game
And y’all chump change
I’m just sayin’

[Pre-Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Quiet dog, my phone changed up
I’m icin’ all my Barbie chains up
And when I come, get your change cut
These bum bitches never change up

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Oh my god, I changed
Oh my god, they still on the same
Oh my god, I changed
Oh my god, they still on the same
You can’t say nothin’, you can’t say nothin’
You end up everywhere you say you wasn’t
Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that’s your cousin?
I don’t do handshakes, that shit disgusts me
Oh my god, I changed
Oh my god, they on the same
Oh my god, I changed
Oh my god, they still on the same
You can’t say nothin’, you can’t say nothin’
You end up everywhere you say you wasn’t
Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that’s your cousin?
I don’t do handshakes, that shit disgusts me

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Mula, Mula Gang
Mula, Mula Gang
Mula Gang, Gang, Gang
That your boyfriend? That shit disgusts me

Jeremih – Planez (feat. J. Cole)

[Intro]
This one goes out to all sides world wide
Let that playa ass nigga Thumpy be your guide
As we go on a ride where playa hatin’ killers and hood niggas thrive
And lame mah’fuckers can barely survive

[Verse 1: Jeremih]
Catch me rollin’ through the city, ridin’ with the top off
Man, my whip so big when you in it, fuck around and get lost
Told my bitch to let her hair down, what this shit cost?
Tell me, baby, if you ’bout that life right now, I hope it ain’t talk, no

[Bridge: Jeremih]
I can put you in the Mile High Club, what’s up? Let’s take a trip
Have you ever read "The World Is Yours" on a blimp?

[Pre-Hook: Jeremih]
Tell her be free, baby spread your wings
Got your legs in the sky like a plane, let me guide that, I’m the pilot
Can’t nobody see you, 30 thousand feet
On your knees in them Prada’s, makin’ freaky shit come up out her

[Hook: Jeremih]
Get high baby roll one, cloud nine ’bout to go up
Lovin’ the feelin’ the turbulence get when we turn up
When we land we can roll out
Show you somethin’ you ain’t know about
Tonight we be takin’ off flight with a camera to show out

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
I got you in the air, your body in the air, how it feel up here?
You can scream as loud as you want, loud as you can
And ain’t nobody gonna hear
Would you like it better if I hit the west coast?
Tell me, if you ’bout that life right now, I hope it ain’t talk

[Bridge: Jeremih]
I can put you in the Mile High Club, what’s up? Let’s take a trip
Have you ever read "The World Is Yours" on a blimp?

[Pre-Hook: Jeremih]
Tell her be free, baby spread your wings
Got your legs in the sky like a plane, let me guide that, I’m the pilot
Can’t nobody see you, 30 thousand feet
On your knees in them Prada’s, makin’ freaky shit come up out her

[Hook: Jeremih]
Get high baby, roll one, cloud nine ’bout to go up
Lovin’ the feelin’ the turbulence get when we turn up
When we land we can roll out
Show you somethin’ you ain’t know about
Tonight we be takin’ off flight with a camera to show out

[Verse 3: J. Cole]
Cole World, I got it, I got it, I got it, listen
You need a nigga that’s gon’ come over and dig you out
You need a nigga that you know is not gon’ run his mouth
You need a nigga when he done probably gon’ put you out
You need a nigga that’s gon’ put it in your mouth
Dick so big it’s like a foot is in yo’ mouth
And y’ain’t babysitting, but my kids all on yo’ couch
And oh, you nasty, oh, oh, you nasty
Both graduated so fuck keepin’ it classy
Look, they love me in the Chi like MJ
They love me in the Chi like Oprah
No nigga could block, not even Dikembe
Compared to Cole, boy, you’re softer than a sofa
And so far my new shit’s so fire, nigga, check my profile
Who you know make waves in the low tide?
Deebo’ed yo’ bitch, now she both ours
Nigga, little brown liquor in my liver, pretty brown thing in my bed
Been a long time since I had to ask for head, so god damn don’t make me beg
But I will if I need to cuh for real, girl, I need you
I could put you on a flight, we could take off tonight
If you scared of heights, shit I got a pill I could feed you, Cole

[Bridge: Jeremih]
I can put you in the Mile High Club, what’s up? Let’s take a trip
Have you ever read "The World Is Yours" on a blimp?

Kanye West – All Of The Lights (feat. Rihanna & Drake)

[Intro]
All of the lights
all of the lights
all of the lights
all of the lights

[Drake]
Alright it’s on
I grew up thinking I was wrong
and always said that if they let me in the b-tch
I’d do some damage
I might be out of mind
but if I am it’s just in time
because I got the extra nation so you f-cking understand it man
I’m already show you n-gga what I

[Kanye West]
Something wrong
I hold my head
MJ gone, that n-gga dead
I slapped my girl, she called the feds
I did that time and spent that bread
I’m heading home, I’m almost there
I’m on my way, heading up the stairs
to my surprise, a n-gga replacing me
I had to take em to that ghetto university

[Chorus]
all of the lights
lights, flash lights, spot lights
strobe lights, street lights
all of the lights
all of the lights
flash lights, strobe lights
thug lights, rock lights
stripper lights
(all of the lights)

[Kanye West]
Restraining order
can’t see my daughter
her mother, brother, grandmother hate me in that order
public visitation
we met at Borders
told her she take me back
I’ll be more supportive
I made mistakes
I bump my head
courts suck me dry
I spent that bread
she need a daddy
baby please, can’t let her grow up in that ghetto university

[Chorus]
all of the lights
lights, flash lights, spot lights
strobe lights, street lights
all of the lights
all of the lights
flash lights, strobe lights
thug lights, rock lights
stripper lights
(all of the lights)

Ab-Soul – Beat the Case /// Straight Crooked Lyrics

[Part 1: Beat the Case]

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Doeburger!
Head swingin’ like Rambo, he be spittin’ like he pullin’ triggers
Make a enemigo an example
(And I bet I beat the case)
Lot of guys with the gavels, look em’ right up in they face
While a nigga under oath, plead the fifth, then ask if I can smoke
Burnin’ dirty money but I keep a little something for the clean escape
And the rainy day after
Don’t forget a nigga live where the heat wave at ya
And ya safe ain’t safe
And heat don’t wave back but life is cold that way
Ay man

[Hook: Ab-Soul]
All I do is beat the case
All I do is beat the case
All I do is beat it, beat it, beat it
Like a runaway slave
Get your king popped, MJ, I’m dangerous, keep away
The doctors say what an odd autopsy
All I do is beat the case
All I do is beat the case
All I do is beat the case
All I do is beat the case
All I do is beat the case
All I do is beat the case
I ain’t never go to jail
I ain’t never gon’ tell
All I do is beat the case

[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
Got my cHopper went to (?), bullets flying out tHe case
Only witnesses are gay, notHing sneaking on tHe tape
All I do is get tHe– uH, yeah
SHoot you grabbin’ in tHe bag
SHit you makin’ it ain’t Half, of wHat I made up in tHe past
Groovy Tony with tHe moves, uH
My bank account done ate a moose, uH
WHy the car ain’t got a roof, uH
Crib still ain’t got a boost, uH
Black Hippy witH tHe caps lock, wHen my album came..
Best album out in HipHop and I’m still Heatin’ up tHe crockpot
Platinum plaques tHat I ain’t Hung yet
You got opinions no acHievements
Type of niggas make me laugH, uH
Hit tHe gas and turn to flasH, uH
Palms itcHing like a rash, uH
My trigger finger be tHe stasH, uH
BitcH I’m blankin’ out tHe face, uH
(All I do is beat the case)

[Hook: Ab-Soul]
All I do is beat the case
All I do is beat the case
All I do is beat it, beat it, beat it
Like a runaway slave
Get your king popped, MJ, I’m dangerous, keep away
The doctors say what an odd autopsy
All I do is beat the case
All I do is beat the case
All I do is beat the case
All I do is beat the case
All I do is beat the case
All I do is beat the case
I ain’t never go to jail
I ain’t never gon’ tell
All I do is beat the case

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
Let me set the record straight
You got 10 commandments, 33 amendments over 20,000 laws
Raise your hand if you think you’ll beat the case
Motherfuck a Bill of Rights
I need a bill of Miller’s ?
Phenergan up in my sprite
I ain’t sippin’ Miller Lite
I like to say my lighter white
Lit the spliff and went to space
Then I’m playin’ with the white
What an interracial day
I made her write a different light
Got gerped up by the jakes
Had the work tucked, guns in the truck
Licenses suspended, but remember–

[Hook: Ab-Soul](x2)
All I do is beat the case
All I do is beat the case
All I do is beat it, beat it, beat it
Like a runaway slave
Get your king popped, MJ, I’m dangerous, keep away
The doctors say what an odd autopsy
All I do is beat the case
All I do is beat the case
All I do is beat the case
All I do is beat the case
All I do is beat the case
All I do is beat the case
I ain’t never go to jail
I ain’t never gon’ tell
All I do is beat the case

[Part 2: Straight Crooked]

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Ruffled up a couple feathers when I called Barack a puppet show
Now that Trump is POTUS I know this election is just another Muppet Show
That ain’t even none of my business though
Whatever’s your cup of tea
Even lil’ Niemah voted for Hillary
I’m a entity, never mind my identity
My king Slim hit me with a quote that sticked with me
A criminal’s best asset is his liability
(That was crazy, lie-ability)
Do What Thou Wilt nigga (Soul!)
Cause these niggas a have you swim across a ocean just to drown you in a lake
I had to be a little crooked just to make sure I was straight
Word, word yea
Make sure I was straight
I had to be a little crooked just to make sure I was straight
Don’t (?)
The righteous will remain righteous and the filthy will remain filthy
In a sense, we all guilty

B.o.B – Uncomfortable (Elements Album)

[Hook]
My creator
My creator, my creator, my… creator
Yah!
My creator, my creator
My creator, my creator, my…creator
Yah!

[Verse 1]
My creator said I’mma forever love ya
Through the good and the bad and the ugly
My creator dun’t never hold grudges
My creator only one could ever judge me
My creator of conscious was here first
If I’m not conscious the universe was birth
My favorite plant in the dirt
But how that make something illegal that grow up out the earth?

[Hook]
My creator, my creator
Did you ever get the prayers?
A few of us just had a couple questions for ya
A few of us just wanna ask you for a favor

[Verse 2]
My creator you gon’ sit around and watch?
My creator you can make all of this stop
You ever notice for a second we in trouble?
You probably think that we all just a bunch of fuck ups
If you was human, what would be your skin color?
Why you let them take MJ from us?
Why you ain’t tell MLK take cover?
My creator I’m really starting to wonder
My creator

[Hook]
My creator, my creator, my creator, my… creator
My creator, my, my creator
My creator, my creator, my… creator
Yah!

[Verse 3]
Oh shit, this like the part in The Matrix when he take the red pill and he wake up and go ape shit
They told us we evolved on some ape shit
But I guarantee ya Charles Darwin was a Mason, damn
They like you humans so peculiar
You just appeared after a big bang of gas and started fumin’ together to make life
Don’t need to think twice
There’s nothin’ bout you special. You basically sand mites
On this tiny fuckin’ speck of dirt called Earth
The only sign of life in the entire Universe
Oh and every star’s a billion, trillion miles away
So how the fuck we got a picture of the Milky Way?
Bam

[Outro]
My fellow Americans, we have just discovered a new planet
Uhh.. Although we spent dozens and dozens of years researching and billions and billions of tax payers money researching space and exploring space science, we just saw this planet. We overlooked it. It was hiding behind a blackhole or something, I don’t know. But.. but, uhh.. here, he- here are the images
Where are the images? You got the images?

So, here, here are the images clearly as you can see
It’s about 8 light years away. Uh.. how do we have pictures?
Uh.. We have, we have super fast, we have million mile internet. Faster than anything Earth has seen, but we just use it for to explore space
Uh.. but I tell ya, yanno you can look at these pictures yourself
We got all the planets. Uh.. but theres nothing out there
I mean, HA! I tell ya, there’s nothing out there
Yanno we’re gonna keep spending money and keep looking
We’re gonna keep sending cameras into space
We’re gonna keep sending fucking astronauts into space
We’re going to keep going out there and keep sending back CGI
Pictures – I mean, cough cough…
We’re gonna keep sending back pictures
Just to let you guys know you’re alone
You’re alone
And you’re insignificant creatures
Signing off

AJ Tracey & MJ Cole – The Rumble letras

[Verse 1: AJ Tracey]
We’ve got the city locked down
Everybody wants to copy our sound
Left of the map, left of the compass
Got the vibes on the roads that’ll lick a man down
Young bruddas got the energy locked
Got the remedy stocked and the melody’s strong
Good vibes, gotta keep the enemies gone
Any bad vibes, man will get their enemies boxed
L-O-N, fam, the city’s on top
We could bring it to your city on top
Tryna aim a lyric here? Long shot
You ain’t part of the gang, you’re lost
You ain’t been team, fam or squaddy
Netflix, catch some joke but no Corrie
Girls send me snaps of kitty like Yo Gotti
"AJ, what’s your next move?" Man, don’t worry

[Hook: AJ Tracey]
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon

[Post-Hook: AJ Tracey]
It’s the rumble
It’s the rumble

[Verse 2: AJ Tracey]
We’ve got the city on smash
Make tunes, we make moves and make cash
Real dudes, we don’t move with fake crabs
Get yats who put gash in our cabs
Model tings and their friends at our gaff
Your sound, it’s all forced, you’re all wack
Your bars, they can’t stand on my track
Got road bars, potent bars for my cats
L-O-N, fam, the city’s too real
We could bring it to your city, we’re ill
Tryna make it for my bruddas, that’s trill
Get nicked? I’m a mute, I don’t squeal
My flow’s bananas, you can’t peel
I turn up just like the limitless pill
AJ and MJ, we’re like steel
I’m a new school brudda with an old school feel

[Hook: AJ Tracey]
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon

[Post-Hook: AJ Tracey]
It’s the rumble
It’s the rumble

[Verse 3: AJ Tracey]
We’ve got the city, it’s ours
Young bruddas in some really fast cars
Pretty women in their knickers and bras
Dark parties full of liquors and bars
Don’t copy, be yourself, it’s calm
Youth’s out, better ring the alarm
Positivity, not every day arms
Running riot with a bottle in my palm
Four wings, I paid for one less
Now I’m grinning teeth all because the bossman’s blessed
Reached 21, I passed that test
Never wanted to enhance Mum’s stress
Now I’m touring round the world, it’s vibes
Tryna earn, I wanna bring my guys
Couple yatties and a drink, we’re nice
Love my city, love my Gs, love life

[Hook: AJ Tracey]
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon

[Hook: AJ Tracey]
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon

[Outro: AJ Tracey]
It’s the rumble
AJ Tracey
AJ from the Lane
MJ Cole
And we’re inside, what you saying?

Pusha T – H.G.T.V. letras

Half a year later, still ain’t heard an album greater
The natives want me out of the office, back on the pavement
Jokers at the top know the king is nothin’ to play with
9 to 5 money is just as sweet as the grave shift
El presidenté, Blowbama, blow by ya
Chopper next to me in every picture, Osama
Oh mama, they question my starting line up
You only find a diamond from diggin’ like coal miners
Don’t listen to ’em, Desiigner
The same rappers talkin’ next year will be Uber drivers (Fuck ’em)
Chanel dad hats, but you don’t know that they got ’em
Trap door shopper, they rotate the wall
So you will never see me as you rotate the mall
330 spin, cook a steak up on this grill
Me myself and I, we like a hamster in the wheel
Rolls emblem, Black Virginian
Pull in a neighborhood I don’t blend in
Album of the year contender every year
The kitchen’s full of work, it’s blenders everywhere
Blended bitches everywhere that do the most
They never seen with him so they fuck his ghost
Invisible man, timepiece with the invisible hands
MJ, remember the time they counted in sand hourglass
But mine come with purse and heels
And the DIY Gucci with the crest and shields
It’s too far gone when the realest ain’t real
I walk amongst the clouds so your ceilings ain’t real
These niggas Call of Duty cause their killings ain’t real
With a questionable pen so the feelin’ ain’t real
Rap’s John Grisham
I can paint the picture with the words if you listen (shh)
The bar’s been lowered, the well’s run dry
They beefin’ over melodies, but no, not I (yugh)
See I’m so top 5
If they factor in the truth I just might blow by
Blowbama

Kid Ink – Die In It letras

[Verse 1]
I came in with my level up
Watch them bitches kept that 4 page level up
Feeling like MJ with the glitter glove
Pimp slap a nigga wit a misses in the buff
Same city, I’m an LA citizen
With the bad bitches and that sticky-icky cinnabon
All I’m rollin’, they follow Mozes
You got the wave, I split the ocean
Smell the roses, pop the rosé with my potion
Baby chill, take a pill here’s a dosage
She just want a picture for the poster
And I’m posing like I’m praying at the photo doesn’t focus
Yeah, yeah, Dita frames, kill the glass
Say you shine, I don’t see it
Keep tryin’, no design like me though
Know that I’m the coolest nigga since Sub-Zero
I just need a..

[Hook]
Pool full of money, I’ma dive in it
I’m just tryna eat, no diet in it
Get her wet, then I dive in it
Pussy so good, I would die in it

[Verse 2]
All black widow maker
And a trunk in the back like a Winnebago
Wake up in the mornin’ and I lie in it
Turn around and I hit it like a lineman
Do the Heisman, all up in your hymen
Sippin’ on Tequilla sun rise with the lime in
I’m gettin’ high, but it’s lowerin’ my eye lids
Still see you niggas, I don’t know just what the hype is
Say you run the game, look more like a stroller, troller
What you gon’ do, what you doin’
Me and my dogs through the door like some Doberman
Stay inside your lane like bowling, you bogus
I need my way, young Carlito
This feelin’ Al Pacino in Moschino
And the marina my Emmy: Iggy Marino
Look how we pass the reefer
I just need a…

[Hook]
Pool full of money, I’ma dive in it
I’m just tryna eat, no diet in it
Get her wet, then I dive in it
Pussy so good, I would die in it

[Outro]
Okay, yeah, it’s Kid Ink
Aw yeah, aw yeah
Aw yeah, aw yeah
Aw yeah, aw yeah
I see them lookin’ through my side eye
They just sittin’ on the sideline
I stand up and throw my sign at them
Alumni I’ma die with them