Spike Lee

Aidan Fine – Day By Day Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Sometimes I wonder
Does anything matter?
Is anything badder
Than hearing no laughter?
We finished, no chatter
I done been around
When nobody make a sound
It’s a whole new feeling
Like you’re tryna write it down
But the word’s lack meaning
It’s okay, tomorrow is another day
And God told me, what’s your reason
Why you feeling beaten?
Don’t I make the grass green
In the right season?
Don’t I make the birds the fly
When the air needs em?
Don’t you see the flowers of the field still grow?
Life ain’t food and the body ain’t clothes
But you fast and you ask what to eat
Just believe, I will see what you need when you need, capeesh?
I’m just tryna be myself
In this mad life
I don’t gotta see or tell
Of my past life
Only now, I am proud of my sound
And the world that I’m going in
Fittin in my origin, flowing in
And knowing there’s, always
An opponent, who done wrote better
Knows better, flows better
But that’s okay
And I know I won’t be always
Be happy
You always gotta pay to play
And if my coins run out
We take it day by day

[Chorus]
No one knows
Your mind and soul
Hold it close

Don’t run away

Before you grow
You feel the pain
I know you know
We take it, we take it
Day by day

[Verse 2]
How can life be
So damn feisty?
Swing a left hook
And she don’t take it lightly
The world’s getting hot
But the flow so icy, huh
You don’t like me?
You fishy like Pisces, huh
I know I might be
Living up in your psyche
It’s likely, they spite me
Doing the right think like Spike Lee
Want me some like Nike’s
So lemme keep it frank
I’m up in it till it sink
I was given everything
That I need to make a stank face
On every damn face
In the place, when they play
What I say, when I say
Imma play then I play till I’m grey
I relay what He say, so I pray every day
It’s a race to erase all my faults
When I’m lost in the costs of the world
So I swerve, on my path
And imma make it last
While I can, going fast
While I make my way
And at last when I crash
Take it day by day

[Chorus]
No one knows
Your mind and soul
Hold it close
Don’t run away

Before you grow
You feel the pain
I know you know
We take it, we take it
Day by day

CupcakKe – Quiz lyrics

Never lookin’ at the cost
Money fillin’ up the vault (Uh)
My word be the law (Uh)
Bitches scary like Saw (Uh-ahh!)
Let it be known, if a bitch act grown
I’m coming strapped up like a bra (brrrah!)
She tried, but the bitch failed
Like I forgot to put down the salt (Yeah!)

A ‘hunnid on the eway
Shotgun in the briefcase
Spill a bitch brains, look like raspberry cheesecake (B-b-b-boom!)
I got so much money up on the line
I had to put that shit on three-way (Brrring!)
Up in your dm, ain’t nobody buying (Hey!)
Now you sell pussy on ebay

Bitches ain’t no shit (no!)
Sticky fingers, I’m slick (I’m slick!)
Niggas claim that they charged up
But got a whole shortage in they dick (fuck)
Check stubs look lit (What?)
Money double like Twix (it do)
Fuckers dunno who they wanna be
Like they’re playing in the movie “Split”

The tea that I sip, it burn lip
Fly lil’ bitch with my name on a blimp
What the man know I’m hot, check temp (woo!)
Bitches be fucking for a box of shrimp (okay!)

That could never be me
Niggas thirsty, drink some Fiji
Wrist, ice be so creamy
So we name it [?] Edy’s

How the fuck your inches longer than your money?
(How? How? How? How?)
How you hittin’ stains, with stains in your undies?
(How? How? How? How?)

Hoes claim they the realest
I’m like kill it, don’t get me started
Be the same bitches that lie and
Blame it on other people like they farted (Stank ass!)

Uber pull through the drive-thru
I’m tryna get me some Popeyes
Bought like twenty wings
You would think I’m ’bout to split it with Five Guys (I’m hungry!)
Might buy the Uber man some, it depends on how the line fly
Or he could keep the 50 Cent change
Get rich or die tryin’

I get no days off
Your dick is way soft
My niggas droppin’ them pounds off like they into weight loss (Woo!)
Ball hard, but I hate golf
Switch on me, that may cost
Nigga said he wanna see me but he’s broke
Might as well be Ray Charles

‘Cause you ain’t seein’ me
Don’t give a fuck who you be (no!)
Everything custom that you see
Made my jacket Spike Lee (dem spikes!)
Money all on the floor but I clean it off for your nigga neat [?]
I told him spell my name with his tongue
That’s Akeelah and the Bee (Uhh!)

Giggity, giggity
Bitches is silly, gee
All of my enemies try to get rid of me
I got the victory, shotgun big as me
Watch your step ’cause the blood’s so slippery

I’m that popular demand
Better pussy smell like ham
Got that money, Uncle Sam
Scam my nigga like Joanne (Wooo!)

How the fuck your inches longer than your money?
(How? How? How? How?)
How you hit it, stains, with stains in your undies?
(How? How? How? How?)

The Underachievers – Gotham Nights

[Intro]
You a dead mothafucka
Let me tell you somethin’, get ready mothafucka
Because the day of reckoning is coming

[Verse 1: Solace]
In this Cold World
Ain’t no pun intended to J. Cole
But wage war to win that can make a nigga complacent
Keep the movement goin’ or continue wishin’ like changed thoughts
Thought up a corporation to combat media stations
Stay calm, emotions will break nigga from stayin’ strong
Still figurin’ out the pace to walk around these land bombs
Takin’ charge, battery power to put the flame sword
Torturin’ up whoever gon’ stand in front of the savior
Rectifying everything niggas be having caged up
Open up the door to perception in different layers
Makin’ critical thinkers from children stuck in there ways huh
Inflatin’ niggas ego who shriveled up like they rais-uhns
You need your ego to walk on this earth
God equipped you with everything that you needed since given birth
You ain’t got nothing inside of your makeup that shit ain’t work
In this world niggas is born with their names all on a hearse
I’m moving just like the pope
Evolve with the faster growth
They livin’ like animals
But masters don’t bang with those
I’m focus on packin’ these shows
And building infinite capital
Instead of thinkin’ about catchin’ hoes im figurin’ out ways to wrap the globe
Around my fingers. Keep the god away from all these sinners
I’m a little different niggas be wonderin’ why im distant
Cause the goat a finna be the one person that gon’ be snitchin’
So i keep my eyes open and guard the circle of winners

[Hook: Solace]
My niggas know
Heaven inside your soul
Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
I just oppose all the glitter and gold
Will make a nigga think that he livin’ til he expose
My niggas know
Heaven inside your soul
Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
I just oppose all the glitter and gold
Will make a nigga think that he livin’ til he expose

[Interlude: AKTHESAVIOR]
Step up and confine walls
Shout out to yola
Doe though sometimes i feel the same, right here and out doors
Praises to the up most
Only pray, when pain is up close
Every generation, ain’t no patience, it’s just gun smoke

[Verse 2: AKTHESAVIOR]
We oxymorons because we dumb woke
Crispen up the fronto
Don’t need no other drug dose, we done those
She done doe, AK can switch it up and niggas want more
Like car shows. My flow accels, propel above your Bronco
Mayatose, I’m always about my cheddar like I’m Donatello
Even better spendin’ no pretenders that ain’t in my blend’in
Contender heads get severed no one stoppin’ my endeavors
Gotta watch the snakes they slither, summer nights get cold like winter
Get up off me nigga, it’s bad enough to cross me
I’m mutant offspring and your ex-man be an offerin’
She get exhaust, still the freshest ya’ll niggas Carltons
Ya’ll do the wrong thing, Spike Lee, he never talkin’
To be haunting trap my body can’t steal my mind
Beat the signs, know we golly how we design
Only we define our reality through our minds
I don’t feed off lies, GMO’s can end your life
But I’m a Gemini I come back twice
I’m just like christ
My conscious took a one night trip
I bring you light
You wife a bitch i one night with
Your brain ain’t right
Sometimes you gotta feel the pain to know what’s nice, uh

[Hook]
My niggas know
Heaven inside your soul
Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
I just oppose all the glitter and gold
Will make a nigga think that he livin’ til he expose
My niggas know
Heaven inside your soul
Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
I just oppose all the glitter and gold
Will make a nigga think that he livin’ til he expose

Dave East – Bipolar

[Intro]
I ain’t drink in a minute
I got a bitch that’s going both ways
I’m paid
Now I’m smokin’ out the back seat
Tell the driver to bring my daughter to the top floor
(Kairi you good baby?)
I got a bitch that’s going both ways
I’m paid
So, now I’m smokin’ out the back seat
Tell the driver to bring my daughter to the top floor

[Verse 1]
Red lights
Never see ’em when the roof gone
Bally sneakers, with the patent leather
Never see ’em
Floors seats
At the Garden, next to Spike Lee
Everybody dyin’ before we flee the night scene
Bad coke, niggas’ sniffin’, I take the long route
Chrome out
Send a nigga’ to the most high
Drove by
On a mission like it’s ’05
Henny’ bottle, Fendi belt
My shit is felt
I was locking in
Six months without no help, it was routine
Hits the dips, push-ups between
Buncha’ .50 clips
Gettin’ ripped, nigga’ lookin’ like a king
I was fresh out, me and Gutta
Gutta I need you to do me this favor boy, hold this down for me, you know I’mma be right back
Bodega, still pitchin’
Molly powder and Dasani make you feel different
Shell shocked, niggas’ on you hit the kill switch’n’
Vietnam
Shit like it’s ‘Nam over here, you nigga’s dyin’
Bipolar
Nine on ’em, with a lot of anger
Momma on him, like go to school, ’cause the bills due
Told him be safe, I can’t afford it
‘Cause they head-hittin’, bed flippin’
Under mattress kept the four-fever
Uncle Butchy won’t let us hustle out the same apartment
Trap spot, smellin’ like death on a cold night
Summertime, playin’ them benches, like we can’t play
Hit the park, my gloves on, he think I’m O.J
Kim K, I want your sister with the long face
Long K
A million dollars make my mama smile
Kairi, your daddy love you, I’m a real nigga’
Strap on me
Never tellin’, cut my tongue out
Give niggas’ game from a jacuzzi, like this Run’s House
Shop open 24/7, bitch we don’t close
Graveyard
No gloves on, my hands was so cold
Black shit, black gun
Black Giuseppe’s in a black whip
Black tape, wrapped around a fuckin’ white brick
White chick, try to tell me what the price is
Nice kids, we were tryin’ rob a hundred bands
Son of Sam, make the summer hot
All the spring, keep it clean
Niggas’ run a lot
Duck tape
No breathin’, that’s my season
Get a warm coat
Dead broke, that was us

[Outro]
Let the Lord send ’em
Don sippers
I ain’t going back and forth with ’em
I’m different
If it’s murder, we could trade it off
Tecks, Glocks, no Xbox
Bitch I came to ball
Backwoods all by myself, ain’t gotta’ hang wit ya’ll
Let the Lord send ’em
Don sippers
Never going back and forth with ’em
I’m different
If it’s murder, we could trade it off
Tecks, Glocks, no Xbox
Bitch I came to ball
Backwoods all by myself, ain’t gotta’ hang wit ya’ll
Black shit, black gun
Black Giuseppe’s in a black whip
Black tape, wrapped around a fuckin’ white brick
White chick, try to tell me what the price is
Nice kids, we were tryin’ rob a hundred bands
Son of Sam, make the summer hot
No breathin’, my season
Get a warm coat
Dead broke, that was us nigga’
My bitch said I’m bipolar, I hope the pills help
My nigga said I’m bipolar, I hope the pills help
This bitch said I’m bipolar, I hope the pills help
Bipolar
Nine on ’em, with a lot of anger
Bipolar
Nine on ’em, with a lot of anger

Charles Hamilton – Zombiefunk Lyrics

Faded off my ass, talking to the glass. Look at shorty walking pass with that ass. I just want to pay attention. Not even worry about passing my class. You see, life is a test and the club is high school. Just like the industry show me love because I do all the things that my enemies wish to see within them. I mind my business. But they’d like to be like me. Like I’m Spike Lee or they’d like to like me. I don’t roll that way. What, are y’all gay? Please stay away while a nigga just play. You hear the sample? There is none in it! Just isn’t this track. So sit back and relax with the fact that I’m jamming. Hamilton on his composition, stanza shit

I can see you waiting
Waiting ’til I’m zombie faded
You’ve got me faded, you’ve got me faded

I treat my wrist like it’s the face of a hater. Spitting in the face of a hater. Face full of craters. That’s why I stay away from the limelight even though I’m nice. I’m the gothic Drake. You gotta stay awake when listening to me. Especially when I’m spitting these frees. I’m the bee’s knees, mind your business. When I’m spitting I’m the shiznit. Gotta love the rhythm, I’m such a composer. Love it until it’s over. Such is when you’re sober. Oh, what you said about me? Your head is crowded, B, with thoughts of another nigga. You gotta love the nigga, even though he’s some sucker nigga. You paid for it – What is he, YG? Please stay behind me when I do my thing

I can see you waiting
Waiting ’til I’m zombie faded
You’ve got me faded, you’ve got me faded

I got Control like Kendrick with a sentence. My sidekick says I’m demented. My psychiatrist likes this shit. She likes to vibe with it, she’s on my dick. Sorry miss, just give me my prescription. Or just listen when a nigga spitting. I’m out the psych ward, I’m in the mic booth. So I do my thing, word to my tooth being loose from the nastiness that I spit from behind this shit. My tongue is like minuses, a minus sign. Behind your mind when I rhyme like this. Think about it, if my tongue was tracks, what you want back? That old flavor! So I got no neighbors, I’m so hot. And I don’t got no haters, so don’t plot

I can see you waiting
Waiting ’til I’m zombie faded
You’ve got me faded, you’ve got me faded

Woke up like this – Playboi Carti lyrics

Lyrics Playboi Carti – Woke up like this

Know I got a lot, lot
I’ma rockstar
I’ma rockstar, know I got a lot, lot
I’ma rockstar.(woke up like this)

Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me
Woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me.

Oh, I think they like me, yeah they like me
Diamonds on me ice cream, hoe that’s lightly
My draco b*tch a Spike Lee, diamonds on me biting
I heard these niggas wanna fight me
Meet me at my next show but you better bring a pipe B
We ain’t fighting, I think she like me, exciting, so exciting
f*ck me, Bentley coupe I’m riding with a thottie, f*ck
I just spent a 100 on my watch piece, f*ck
I done fell in love with a thottie, f*ck
She just wanna f*ck me for my clout, f*ck
b*tch I’m off the lean I crash the Audi, f*ck
Might just spend 200 on this Audi, truck.

Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me, talk
Woke up to niggas soundin’ like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me, talk
Woke up to niggas soundin’ like me, talk
I woke up to niggas soundin’ like me
Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me
Woke up to niggas soundin’ like me
Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me.

Ohhh I think they like me, in my white tee
Ohhh no no no baby smoke so much dope need some Visine
These young nigga don’t like me, but act just like me
“f*cked all of your b*tches so they parties don’t invite me”
That b*tch that’s your wifey, she so trifflin’
I been getting money so don’t nothing really excite me
Carti poured a 6 in the 4 of the right lean
Damn that boy, ask her for some more like the Sprite clean
Yeah, that’s that dirty, that’s that dirty
That girl all up in my face like she ain’t tried to swerve me
These boys all up in my lane I swear they keep on merging
No I cannot see a lame ’cause my Rolls Royce got curtains.

Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me.

Oh I think they like me, that she like me
The b*tch want to indict me, she can’t find me
I’m like dirty up the Sprite please, with some ice please
With my b*tch like to sip lean, oh versuri-lyrics.info
Xans, percs, molly, we got hella things
I’m in love with the guap, gave it a wedding ring
And I swear I had these thots before I got the fame
And I swear I had the Glock before I got the chain
I’m in Bompton with Pirus and I don’t even bang
Shoutout G Weed and Yung L, yo hoe that the gang
Shoutout GiGi that’s my boo, she know that I claim
Shootin’ at these niggas like I’m in the paint
Woke up like this.

Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like meee.
Playboi Carti lyrics
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Juicy J – Ain’t Nothing Lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J]
Yeah, uh huh
Nigga I got the black car from the Spike Lee film

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
This that higher level stunting, make it rain a lot of hundreds
Gave that chick 30k to go get rid of her stomach
I’m a triple OG nigga 20 years and running
All my niggas down to ride like crash test dummies
And J don’t stand in line, I ain’t never never had to wait
I’m the realest in this game, I ain’t never had to fake
Forgiatos on the classic like that bitch got on some skates
Having dinner with Obama smelling like a pound of hay
I might blow a pound a day, smoking KK like a hippie
In the 60’s with this chick, tryna give my dick a hickey
Had to get it out the mud, no wonder why I’m filthy rich
And I’m running through this money like it don’t mean nothing to me, I might

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Buy the highest bottle like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll buy 20 bottles for the club like it ain’t nothing
Drop a hundred thou’ like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll go and buy a brand new car like it ain’t nothing
Buy a new crib like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll go and buy a ton of bad bitches like it ain’t nothing
Pull a hundred thou’, I mean ain’t nothing
When you getting money, and smashing , she just say nothing

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Pull up in the lowrider two hoes behind us
Police say that they can smell it but I make sure they don’t find it
Hit the corner, slide the ash, Young Khalifa bout his cash
Bout to build another whip and I ain’t even got to brag
Three women got that bitch leanin’
Young Khalifa got the women screamin’
Done deal, done deal when I pull up
It’s a done deal, lift the trunk, still rolling up
And I got one in the front, two in the back
Do what I want, a nigga be like
King of my city [?] running through traffic
This ’61 I’m building ’bout to be a classic
I’m repping Taylor Gang – they asking; paper or plastic?

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Buy the highest bottle like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll buy 20 bottles for the club like it ain’t nothing
Drop a hundred thou’ like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll go and buy a brand new car like it ain’t nothing
Buy a new crib like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll go and buy a ton of bad bitches like it ain’t nothing
Pull a hundred thou’, I mean ain’t nothing
When you getting money [?]

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
(Yeah , Ey Mike-Will, I got [??] , check this out)
Getting paid like ghost do
In the street, in the club too
Designer everything, Ric Flair
I can buy the rap game, brick fair
Buy the bar, smoke that caviar, I’m in the finest car
Push to start, I glow in the dark, I run up the charts
Redbone, vanilla, freaky broad, she gon’ keep me hard
Black car, better play it smart, nigga we in charge
Get paid, young nigga get paid
And I run the game like a fucking arcade
If we talking money then I got a raise
Drink so strong, they think i got it laced

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Buy the highest bottle like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll buy 20 bottles for the club like it ain’t nothing
Drop a hundred thou’ like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll go and buy a brand new car like it ain’t nothing
Buy a new crib like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll go and buy a ton of bad bitches like it ain’t nothing
Pull a hundred thou’, I mean ain’t nothing
When you getting money [?]

Montana of 300 feat. Jalyn Sanders & No Fatigue – Stylin’ Lyrics

(Chorus – Jalyn Sanders)
She ride it like a stallion
When I hit it I be styling
That money keep calling its piling
Pop bands baby I don’t call it
Killing the ref don’t get T’d up
When we touch down better ease up
No tricking just stacking that cheese up
No falling, i’m balling no ring
And it’s no denying
I flex without trying
Your bi**h keep eyeing me
I’m sick like a virus
I’m fly like a pilot
I can not hide it

(Verse 1 – Jalyn Sanders)
Can’t you just tell I stay glo’d, yea
She wanna give me knowledge like an old head
Girl, i’m gone rock it like i’m harden
Stay fly like an attendant
See my team winning, no losing, no benching
I’m never….not to f**king mention
Got….waiting on me in Canada
Wanna kiss on my chest because i’m tatted up
It’s two of them yea one of me
Don’t matter let’s add it up
I got them killers right beside me
So if you pull it then they shooting like they Spike Lee
So if you try, yeah
Everybody dies, yeah

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – No Fatigue)
When I’m flexing man I drip
Mj this is it
That black tooly be my bi**h
Tuck her like i’m Chris
I’m gonna f**k her like i’m pissed
Keep her no assist
In her water like I slipped
I swim like a fish
Not a hairdresser but I’m stylin
Your bi**h hitting on me yeah she fouling
Got a box up like an island
Where you can’t see it like violet
Trying to run it up like a RB
Clip hold a lot like a RV
Shawty talking bout she wanna stay the night
Need it in the morning like coffee
I rap and I ball like I’m Lillard
These ni**as be all in they feelings
You say that you ball you just scrimmage
You do all that for an image
Ice cold yeah that’s for ages
Gotta ni**a feeling like I’m ageless
My flexing come in different stages
I be turning bitches like pages

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3 – Montana of 300)
When I slide on these squares these bi**hes break they necks
Boy, I will take your queen like we was playing chess
Before we f**king she s**king D Generation X
My pistol under my pillow I have the safest sex
I got bi**hes up in Dallas
I be styling like a stylist
Robin Jeans full of thousands
Dripping dressing like a salad
I laid her down like a pallet
Doggy style it got me growling
She moan I love the way she sounding
She can’t take it throw the towel in
Now when she see me she be smiling
Her ni**a hating like he Calvin
But I done snuck the 40 cal in
No ref I’m blowing if they fouling
When we touch down bi**h it’s wings up
I got chips I could slide like a Visa
Sometimes I go slow then I speed up
No cuffs but your bi**hes just got D’d up

(Repeat Chorus)

Tinie Tempah – Bounce

Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Eenie meanie minie
Thank God it’s Friday
Please don’t ask me for my ID
If I’m in your iTunes library
Got my own book in my library
My mansion is so tidy
But my neighbours hate my mistress cause she never wear no nightie
I go Claridges to do high tea
Jordans on like Spike Lee
I’m high end, you’re high street
Swagger jacking my stylee
When I was a kid I used to save up for my Nike’s
Now all these little kids is try’na save up for my Nike’s
Go
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake,
Tamborine
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Trampoline
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake,
Tamborine
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Trampoline
Sharing clothes, that’s trampy
Splitting bills, that’s trampy
All this hanky panky, now her hand prints on my Banksy
I’m just strictly speaking, Anne Frankly (yeah)
All my girls is fancy
In a white Ferrari Spider
Rolling with Anansi, Diplo to disco
She sniff, woah
She gwan like she Ri Ri
Wine to Calypso
She ask me if I’m single
I said "Maybe, I think so
I can’t concentrate, when that thong’s on like Sisqo"
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake,
Tamborine
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Trampoline
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake,
Tamborine
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
First of all I’m swagging
Two girls with me so I’m bragging
So much money in my pocket
My pants might be saggy
My car might be tinted
My weed might be scented
My girl might be bow legged
Her friend might be wetter
Gold Roley on when I perform
Ring ring, mobile phone
The way it’s going on
It must be on
Till the break of dawn, party like rock stars
We don’t stop till we see them fucking cop cars
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Tambourine
Tan ’til her skin peel off, tangerine
Then she vogue, then she vogue
Agyness Deyn
On your marks get set go (red, amber, green)
Sydney, what’s going down
New York, what’s going down
LA, what’s going down
Vegas, what’s going down
Dublin, what’s going down
Paris, what’s going down
Lagos, what’s going down
Oslo, what’s going down
Toronto, what’s going down
Stockholm, what’s going down
Berlin, what’s going down
Johannesburg, what’s going down
Tokyo, what’s going down
Rio, what’s going down
Beijing, what’s going down
London, what’s going down
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Trampoline
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Trampoline, trampoline

Wrekonize – Last Day Alive (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Verse 1]
5 o’clock moving like a rattlesnake in Venice
Shedding off my monkey suit well that’ll take a minute
Hold the door for me brothers and sisters it’s time to jettison
The world’s passing by I think it’s bout time that they let us in
My medicine is like better gin
Ice cold juiced sentiments
By all means I’m meddling
With a vibe to thrive like gentlemen
If I said I’m in i meant I’m in Cuz life’s short like seconds and
I don’t sleep I’m on bed of pins I’m trying to live in excellence
I feel my heart pumping blood pressure rising
Time is racing by me think a lot about my dying
I know it sounds morbid but my Scorpio is rising
And there’s final destinations all around me multiplying
I’m vying finding the Mayans to ask about my compliance
With living another life and buying up all the zions
They say this life is short but I got many more to give
Shit What would you wanna do if you had 24 to live?

[Hook]
Another day another plateau
Enjoying every place that i go
This may be just a tad taboo
But let’s get it like it’s running past due
Another night another chateau
Enjoying every place that I go
Just get it
Ya see cuz you never know
You never know
It could be your last day alive

[Verse 2]
And if it was my last day on this spinning shrub
I’d feel above cuz I lived it up
I’ve broke hearts i’ve been in love
I’ve got money i spent money
I’ve overfed and i been hungry
Ive moonlit and I been sunny
What more could they get from me
Been to Paris been to Rome
Been mobbed up and I been alone
Been a basket case on a simple throne
Masking tape on a sinful dome
Patches holding my right to fly
Strung up fast to the light an sky
If time runs this here fountain dry
Theres a few things i’d still like to try
Jump out of a plane and in 2 minutes feel relief
Cuz life is pretty sweet
When you’ve just fallen twenty thousand feet
I’d like to see the northern lights
I’d like to shoot around the sun
I’d like to see more of my wife
I’d like if we produced a son
This playing field is made to kill
But we survive what a crazy deal
If you want more time better pray for real
Cuz we all ain’t trained like navy seals
They say this life is short
But I got many more to give
Shit What would you wanna do if you had 24 to live?

[Hook]
Another day another plateau
Enjoying every place that i go
This may be just a tad taboo
But let’s get it like it’s running past due
Another night another chateau
Enjoying every place that I go
Just get it
Ya see cuz you never know
You never know
It could be your last day alive

[Verse 3]
Well what a life if i could hit that button twice
I’d stuff it like i want another strike
Trying to cut it like a butter knife
I seen things i wanna see more
Trying to cheat death on a detour
I wanna plant life Audrey’s store
Like come on feed me Seymour
What you doing if you ain’t living life like
To the top of cup and the light bright
You better get a ticket to the fight night
Cuz it’ll hit ya when you not up night night
I ain’t trying to leave quick
Trying to do the right thing Spike Lee shit
Better hold it down with a viking grip
Cuz the world moves quick with a lightning tip
I need to feel the breeze and the ease of ibiza
Soaking in all the features of being overachievers
I know i’ve said it before this life is truly caustic
So i refuse to be it’s hostage and that’s a promise
So gimme smiles and gimme fam
Gimme sights from another land
Gimme guile and gimme grand
Running miles for the modern man
They say this life is short but I got many more to give
So i’mma live it like i just had 24 to live

[Hook]
Another day another plateau
Enjoying every place that i go
This may be just a tad taboo
But let’s get it like it’s running past due
Another night another chateau
Enjoying every place that I go
Just get it
Ya see cuz you never know
You never know
It could be your last day alive

E-40 – Savage (feat. B-Legit & Jazze Pha)

[Hook: Jazze Pha]
Pulled up in the drop with a bad bitch
Actin’ like a nigga never had shit
Pocket full of cash bitch, I’m rich
‘Cause I’m a savage
Treat a bad bitch like she average
All up in her face with a bad bitch
See a new chick, try to bag it
‘Cause I’m a savage

[Verse 1: E-40]
I was born with a rusty spoon
Now I’m a tycoon
I’ve been drinkin’ all afternoon
Ain’t finna stop, no time soon
Bad bitches matter
She want me to scoop her up like a spatula
She wanna get attached like an adapter
She think I’m a trash compactor, she want me to smash her
I’m a savage about my cabbage
All my life I been mannish
Establish practice what you preach
A barbarian, I’m a beast
Know how to manuever in these streets
How to wiggle, get to the Gouda
Straight shooter
I’m super solid from the rooter to the tooter
Cali-foo-ya’ll do ya
Don’t let the palm trees fool you
They play with street instruments
And they’ll bring the noise like a tuba
Pushin’ [?], travel the planet
Hard made the granite
Tax a bitch like a W9
Bitch I’m a savage

[Hook: Jazze Pha]
Pulled up in the drop with a bad bitch
Actin’ like a nigga never had shit
Pocket full of cash bitch, I’m rich
‘Cause I’m a savage
Treat a bad bitch like she average
All up in her face with a bad bitch
See a new chick, try to bag it
‘Cause I’m a savage

[Verse 2: Jazze Pha]
Y’all motherfuckers really need to hol’ up
Fins out, got the world like controlla
Open my pockets, they swole up
Everywhere we go motherfuckers know us
Bitch you don’t know nobody like me
I know your boyfriend wanna fight me
But you droppin’ that ass on my IG
In the club, makin’ movie like Spike Lee
Pull out with a [?]
Nigga lookin’ like, "Who did it?"
At the telly with the door closed
From the back like, "Who’s is it?"

[Hook: Jazze Pha]
Pulled up in the drop with a bad bitch
Actin’ like a nigga never had shit
Pocket full of cash bitch, I’m rich
‘Cause I’m a savage
Treat a bad bitch like she average
All up in her face with a bad bitch
See a new chick, try to bag it
‘Cause I’m a savage

[Verse 3: B-Legit]
If I’ma do it, I’ma run through it by tonight
Yellow bitch super thick in that all white
Ass so fat, need a lap dance
Maybe later on I’ma give her pipe
I’m the type to get it in the ladies room
Bathroom stall by the toilet paper
And she can make it to the green room
It’s goin’ down in the elevator
Trust me, touch me, she fuck with B-Le
Work the day shift, she tuck my heater
Savage ’bout mine, we smoke the ether
Put her in a Uber, I don’t trust her either
Pull up in a drop with a rocket on
B-Lit smokin’ jello outta loud bag
If she ever out of pocket homie
They ain’t just somethin’ you can pimp past

[Hook: Jazze Pha]
Pulled up in the drop with a bad bitch
Actin’ like a nigga never had shit
Pocket full of cash bitch, I’m rich
‘Cause I’m a savage
Treat a bad bitch like she average
All up in her face with a bad bitch
See a new chick, drop the baggage
‘Cause I’m a savage
Pulled up in the drop with a bad bitch
Actin’ like a nigga never had shit
Pocket full of cash bitch, I’m rich
‘Cause I’m a savage
Treat a bad bitch like she average
All up in her face with a bad bitch
See a new chick, try to bag it
‘Cause I’m a savage
‘Cause I’m a savage
‘Cause I’m a savage