Future – Transformer lyrics

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Nicki Hendrix
Rrrr

[Chorus: Future]
Transformer, I just popped a transformer
Lit the room up, all I did was hold my arm up
Went through Barney’s, I spent 20k on Amiri’s
Got my weight up, now I’m talkin’ back to Siri
Smashin’ foreigners, murder shit at the coroner
Jackie Joyner, racin’ racks all summer
Woke the don up, all I did was hold my arm up
Top goin’ up, it look like I lit the sun up

[Verse 1: Future]
Goin bonkers, I fuck with her, I’m her sponsor
Go redundant, everything I do responsive
Off the continent, everything is out the country
No assumption, hit on the gas, start punchin’
Park my confidence, hit the gas, barely functionin’
Ain’t no consciousness, I’m bout to spaz on this stallion
Fuck a casualty, everything we did was lavishly
Fuck a tragedy, all these sticks automatically

[Chorus: Future]
Transformer, I just popped a transformer
Lit the room up, all I did was hold my arm up
Went through Barney’s, I spent 20k on Amiri’s
Got my weight up, now I’m talkin’ back to Siri
Smashin’ foreigners, murder shit at the coroner
Jackie Joyner, racin’ racks all summer
Woke the don up, all I did was hold my arm up
Top goin’ up, it look like I lit the sun up

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
What the fuck, I’m a have to pump brakes on these hoes
Real shooters, I don’t ever pump fake on these hoes
Me-me-me and Pluto pull up in that new Ferrari drip
Always eatin’ Japanese so I’m a need wasabi dip
Four-four four albums in, pull a milli’ for a show
While these bitches is servin’ Milli Vanilli on the low
Spent my money on some dope, where my money envelope?
Transform into a Billy ’cause I really am the goat (Really am the goat)
Transformer, I just popped a transformer
Master bathroom, two jacuzzis and a sauna
They ain’t warn her
Now she out here facin’ karma
Had a chance, but got at me now she’s a goner
Where my bad bitches? Fuck these niggas give them trauma
Coulda fixed his life but now that nigga need Iyanla
All his friends tryna kill it, eat it J.A. Dahmer
Niggas snakes but, stupid, I’m the snake charmer
This a different tax bracket, upper echelon
I’m still the bad guy, I am a Decepticon
Some call me Nicki but some call me Megatron
I’m stoppin’ bags and I don’t need a red octagon

[Chorus: Future]
Transformer, I just popped a transformer
Lit the room up, all I did was hold my arm up
Went through Barney’s, I spent 20k on Amiri’s
Got my weight up, now I’m talkin’ back to Siri
Smashin’ foreigners, murder shit at the coroner
Jackie Joyner, racin’ racks all summer
Woke the don up, all I did was hold my arm up
Top goin’ up, it look like I lit the sun up

[Outro: Future]
Thousand carats, ooh nigga Roger Rabbit
Where the towel, bitch? Ooh we just fucked a balance
Check my standings ooh, I just bought a palace
Shawty baddest, ooh, and she from a pageant
Fuck a daddy ooh, ’cause she call me “Zaddy”
‘Cause she call, ’cause she call me “Zaddy”

Khalid – Go Crazy lyrics

[Bridge]
Been me my whole life
Tryna shine in my own light
I ain’t worried ’bout nobody else
Or who you actin’ like
Yeah that’s right, don’t come my way
Y’all bandwagon tryna ride that wave
It’s just me, myself, and I
And now these haters call me crazy

[Hook]
Go Crazy (x8)
Go Crazy (Go Crazy) (x4)

[Verse 1: Khalid]
I rap like I’m not free
I spit crack and that’s on me
I was laughin’ at the facts
And now I’m back to packin’ beats
Pacquiao had never seen what them choppers do with that heat
Call them rappers Roger Rabbit
Blame the actors for the streets
I blame the trappers for the streets
If they cappin’, you deceased
All I hear is PAP PAP PAP
Blood on his jeans, they made a crease
What’s the reason to be grievin’
People dying every week
I eat these rappers, no napkins, don’t care what happens after me
I’m no normal rapper
I wanna hold your hand girl
You know I can’t the laughter
And I can slow-mo faster
I low-key don’t know what you gonna do when you get back here
And I might just go El polio loco porno actor
Cause I

[Bridge]
Been me my whole life
Tryna shine in my own light
I ain’t worried ’bout nobody else
Or who you actin’ like
Yeah that’s right, don’t come my way
Y’all bandwagon tryna ride that wave
It’s just me, myself, and I
And now these haters call me crazy

[Hook]
Go Crazy (x8)
Go Crazy (Go Crazy) (x4)

[Verse 2]
You tryna ride that wave
Been rapping my whole life and yeah that’s each and everyday
You acting salty, you get laid
I’m working towards a billion, I can’t wait ’til I get paid
And if it don’t seem like I’m working live my life from day to day
Day to day
But they so weak
I’m tryna be the best on every song you see me on
And I’m grindin’ to the T-o-p
You know I spit dope
Hope you don’t O.D
I’m comin’ at ya throat
Make these other rappers choke
You a broke boy, get yo cheese
Don’t let nobody tell you nothing
Rather live on my feet than die on my knees
I grind with no motto
Cuttin’ anybody off no Zorro
Nowadays everybody think they boppin’
But, don’t nobody wanna come see my bro
Wasn’t sellin’ white
I be flyer than a kite
I’m not tryna be nobody else
They call me crazy just because I

[Bridge]
Been me my whole life
Tryna shine in my own light
I ain’t worried ’bout nobody else
Or who you actin’ like
Yeah that’s right, don’t come my way
Y’all bandwagon tryna ride that wave
It’s just me, myself, and I
And now these haters call me crazy

[Hook]
Go Crazy (x8)
Go Crazy (Go Crazy) (x4)

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis – Dance Off lyrics

(feat. Idris Elba & Anderson .Paak)

[Hook: Idris Elba]
I challenge you to a dance off
Hands off, no trash talk, no back walk
On the black top, just me, you, that’s all
No cat calls, no tag teams, no mascots
Right now, dance off
Get on the floor
Get on the, get on the floor, go
Get on the floor, do it
Come on and get on the floor, go

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
I grab my ankle and pull it up
And do that thing where I move my butt
I got the juice, motherfucker don’t use it up
I say woo there it is, then loosen my tux
Then I shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, to the left
Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, to the right
Gimme, gimme, gimme, everything that you got
Dance off motherfucker, do the damn thing right

[Interlude 1: Macklemore]
She got loose elbows and a big ol’ neck
I like a big boned girl who could work up a sweat
I rock shelltoes and a turtleneck
She just wanna talk, I said, “I ain’t TED”
Dance off

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
Your grandma, that’s a bad mama jama
She doing the banana, grabbing my trunk like a hammock
Mmm, she like the funk, god dammit, she can handle it
She tugging my dick, I’m feeling a little bit inadequate
(Dance off)
Your grandpa got a cock like a ham hock
Hella old, hella long, looking like Matlock
Damn dog, I don’t even wanna have a standoff
He drunk talkin’ ’bout he ’bout to take his pants off
(Dance off)
The hater with the macarena
I can Roger Rabbit in my office space
If you watch my pace looks like I’m concentrated
Or constipated when I walk this way

[Hook: Idris Elba]
I challenge you to a dance off
Hands off, no trash talk, no back walk
On the black top, just me, you, that’s all
No cat calls, no tag teams, no mascots
Right now, dance off (dance off)
Get on the floor
Get on the, get on the floor, go
Get on the floor, do it
Come on and get on the floor, go

[Post-Hook: Instrumental Breakdown]
Rewind
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
(Dance off)
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go

[Verse 3: Macklemore]
I sneak up behind you like a panther
Who ordered the private dancer?
Can I get an amen from the pastor?
Pulled the ol’ “do you want a back rub?”
You must heard like Grey Poupon
Swag on tap like Savion
Jump on the tablecloth, fake a fall
Pretend to break my arm then I’m breaking you off
But please don’t tell my Baby’s Mama
I wanna dance all night ’til the break of dawn
I wanna sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat ’til your make-up’s gone
Baby girl, you looking like a champion

[Interlude 2: Macklemore]
Hey you, you there, get up out of your chair
Paid twenty bucks to get up in this club, put your cellphone down, you square
I be going in, I can’t help it, I got bruises on my pelvis
Ladies, fellas, don’t drunk dial your ex’s
Hello bouncer, I have a job for you
While I’m dancing, watch my shoes
Tonight is the night that we rendezvous
Sweat the fountain of youth, bust a move
Fringe jacket, pants of leather
Tanktop, spandex and pleather
Been a stressful week, I got a lot of pressure
You have a lot of great moves but mine are better

[Hook: Idris Elba]
I challenge you to a dance off
Hands off, no trash talk, no back walk
On the black top, just me, you, that’s all
No cat calls, no tag teams, no mascots
Right now, dance off (dance off)
Get down the floor
Get down the, get down the floor, go
Get down the floor, do it
Come on and get down the floor, go

[Post-Hook: Instrumental Breakdown]
Rewind
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
(Dance off)
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go

[Bridge: Anderson .Paak]
Oh Lord, I can’t sit down
Better hold my phone, I’m going for the crown, good God
But I’m confident this is my town
Better hope my feet don’t fail me now, good God

[Outro: Idris Elba]
I challenge you to a dance off
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
(Dance off)
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Rewind
Get on the floor
Get on the, get on the floor, go
(Dance off)
Get on the floor, do it
Come on and get on the floor, go
Rewind

Frank Ocean – Biking (feat. Jay-Z & Tyler The Creator)

[Intro: Jay-Z]
Uh, turn, what goes around comes around
Ayy, turn, turn the music up, uh, yeah
Goes around comes around
What goes, alright, like like
Life goes in cycles
Everything that comes around goes around
‘Fore it goes down, get you some ice

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Life goes in cycles, what comes around goes around
So ’fore it goes down, nigga, get you some icicles
Audemars before all of y’alls
Wristwatch got a Russian face like an oligarch, uh
12 o’clock, boy, silly nice, huh
Willie in traffic, I’m Philly nice, uh
E.T. on the handles, uh
Handlebars like a Xanax
Shammgod with the AND1 moves
Throw that shit ’round your neck
Right quick, broke boys get fixed
Right quick, Nigel Sylvester with these bike flips
Uh, that’s a full cab and a back flip
Uh, sidebar

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
Arm stretch a tee like I nailed it
Raf movin’ slow like a creep
Shirt in the breeze like I’m sailin’
And I walk in my sleep, I can’t help that (I can’t)
When’s the last time I asked for some help that
I couldn’t get from nobody else, yeah?
I couldn’t get from nobody out there (I can’t)
When’s the last time I asked for some help that
I couldn’t get from nobody else, yeah?
Nobody

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
I don’t get weak in the knees
Hundreds spread out like a fan
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
Open the sky, get a handful
Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not fuckin’ with cash?
God gave you what you could handle
Gave you what you could handle
I got the grip like the handle
And I’m bikin’
I’m bikin’ with me and my Daniel
Hades got the angels
TV’s got the angles
I’m brakin’… got…

[Verse 3: Frank Ocean]
Bikin’, I’m bikin’, I’m bikin’ slow-mo
Maybe the four wheel excitin’ us mo’
I’m cold when the temperatures dip below 70s
How can I be burr around L.A. coast?
The diamonds is plural, the Tiffany broach
On my lapel, at the table, I’m givin’ a toast
The first wedding that I’ve been in my twenties
Thinkin’ maybe someone is not somethin’ to own
Maybe the government got nothin’ to do with it
Thinkin’ maybe the feeling just comes and it goes
Think I want me a lil’ one that look like my clone
Me and my baby can’t do on our own
I landed a trick, got my impossibles
I’m fuckin’ with Addy, I’m watchin’ my dose
24 hours like they never close
I’m bikin’, I’m bikin’, I’m bikin’ these blocks, yeah
Since Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson, ooh
I’m bikin’ uphill and it’s burnin’ my quads (obstacles)
I’m bikin’ downhill and it sound like a fishin’ rod
Savage, I’m bikin’, yeah

[Verse 4: Tyler, The Creator]
From coldwater to the shaw
Alcoholic way I handle the bars
This a PK, PK Ripper
Nah, you can’t fuck with the boy
That’s my problem, yeah, I got ’em
My tire smokin’ when I stop
Okay, nobody fuckin’ with me
My accolades hang from my neck
Pedal, I drown in the heat
My sapphires drown in my sweat
White mags, but I jet
Jackson, I’m savin’ the streets
I’m Roger Rabbit in the air
I don’t care, Big Willie Style, yeah
Nigga one wheel, one wheel, one wheel
Nigga one wheel, I fishtail downhill, yeah
I rose my rate, brand new brakes
Why I name it Slater? Ask my date

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
I don’t get weak in the knees
Hundreds spread out like a fan
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
Open the sky, get a handful
Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not fuckin’ with cash?
God gave you what you could handle
Gave you what you could handle
I got the grip like the handle
And I’m bikin’
I’m bikin’ with me and my Daniel
Hades got the angels
TV’s got the angles
I’m brakin’

[Outro: Frank Ocean]
Got, got me fucked up
Got 50 thousand racks
Got 50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up
Got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up
Got 50 thousand racks
Got 50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up
Got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks

FRANK OCEAN – Biking lyrics

[Intro: Jay Z]
Uh, turn, what goes around comes around
Ayy, turn, turn the music up, uh, yeah
Goes around comes around
What goes, alright, like like
Life goes in cycles
Everything that comes around goes around
‘Fore it goes down, get you some ice

[Verse 1: Jay Z]
Life goes in cycles, what comes around goes around
So ’fore it goes down, nigga, get you some icicles
Audemars before all of y’alls
Wristwatch got a Russian face like an oligarch, uh
12 o’clock, boy, silly nice, huh
Willie in traffic, I’m Philly nice, uh
E.T. on the handles, uh
Handlebars like a Xanax
Shammgod with the AND1 moves
Throw that shit ’round your neck
Right quick, broke boys get fixed
Right quick, Nigel Sylvester with these bike flips
Uh, that’s a full cab and a back flip
Uh, sidebar

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
Arm stretch a tee like I nailed it
Raf movin’ slow like a creep
Shirt in the breeze like I’m sailin’
And I walk in my sleep, I can’t help that (I can’t)
When’s the last time I asked for some help that
I couldn’t get from nobody else, yeah?
I couldn’t get from nobody else, yeah (I can’t)
When’s the last time I asked for some help that
I couldn’t get from nobody else, yeah?
Nobody

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
I don’t get weak in the knees
Hundreds spread out like a fan
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
Open the sky, get a handful
Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not fuckin’ with cash?
God gave you what you could handle
Gave you what you could handle
I got the grip like the handle
And I’m bikin’
I’m bikin’ with me and my Daniel
Hades got the angels
TV’s got the angles
I’m brakin’… got…

[Verse 3: Frank Ocean]
Bikin’, I’m bikin’, I’m bikin’ slow-mo
Maybe the four wheel excitin’ us more
I’m cold when the temperatures dip below 70s
How can I be burr around LA coast?
The diamonds is plural, the Tiffany broach
On my lapel, at the table, I’m givin’ a toast
The first wedding that I’ve been in my twenties
Thinkin’ maybe someone is not somethin’ to own
Maybe the government got nothin’ to do with it
Thinkin’ maybe the feeling just comes and it goes
Think I want me a lil’ one that look like my clone
Me and my baby can’t do on our own
I landed a trick, got my impossibles
I’m fuckin’ with Addy, I’m watchin’ my dose
24 hours like they never close
I’m bikin’, I’m bikin’, I’m bikin’ these blocks, yeah
Since Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson, ooh
I’m bikin’ uphill and it’s burnin’ my quads (obstacles)
I’m bikin’ downhill and it sound like a fishin’ rod
Savage, I’m bikin’, yeah

[Verse 4: Tyler, The Creator]
From coldwater to the shaw
Alcoholic way I handle the bars
This a PK, PK Ripper
Nah you can’t fuck with the boy
That’s my problem yeah
I got ’em, my tire smokin’ when I stop
Okay, nobody fuckin’ with me
My accolades hang from my neck
Pedal, I drown in the heat
My sapphires drown in my sweat
White mags, but I jet
Jackson, I’m savin’ the streets
I’m Roger Rabbit in the air, I don’t care, Big Willie Style, yeah
Nigga one wheel, one wheel, one wheel
Nigga one wheel, I fishtail downhill, yeah
I rose my rate, brand new brakes
Why I name it Slater? Ask my date

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
I don’t get weak in the knees
Hundreds spread out like a fan
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
Open the sky, get a handful
Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not fuckin’ with cash?
God gave you what you could handle
Gave you what you could handle
I got the grip like the handle
And I’m bikin’
I’m bikin’ with me and my Daniel
Hades got the angels
TV’s got the angles
I’m brakin’

[Outro]
Got, got me fucked up
Got 50 thousand racks
Got 50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up
Got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up
Got 50 thousand racks
Got 50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up
Got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks