KYLE – Games lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Oh I get it
Ohh y’all niggas thought this was a game, huh?

[Chorus: KYLE]
Yeah
I wanna play real games
Not no CPU
I wanna rhyme like Busta
Sing like Usher too (true)
I need a million things
(cars, clothes, whips, cribs, chains)
They all wanna be like me
Play a little RPG
I wanna
I wanna play real games
Not no CPU
I wanna rhyme like Busta
Sing like Usher too (true)
I need a million things
(cars, clothes, whips, cribs, chains)
They all wanna be like me
Play a little RPG
I wanna-
I wanna-

[Verse: KYLE]
Yeah
Superman ain’t got shit
Brand new brands, niggas ain’t got this
Young rich nigga, I don’t take no Lyfts
Young rich nigga, I don’t take no Lyfts
Uber everywhere, Uber everywhere, yeah
No coach seat when I take my trips
Fly to Tokyo nigga, ain’t no drift
Real life story nigga, ain’t no skit
I’m thinkin’ ’bout buying a crib for my mom soon (yeah)
I just starred in a movie, I feel like Tom Cruise (yeah)
Damn my catalogue is so long, it’s colossal
The shit you drop is so old it look like a fossil
Need a bitch that wear Aeropostale
Make it look easy
Neck full of VVs
I’m always on TV
Three different channels, I call it a three-peat
Whoa, ok
Changin’ the game, it’s me
Yeah, there he go, that’s the lil young niggas errybody know

[Chorus: KYLE & Lil Yachty]
I wanna play real games
Not no CPU
I wanna rhyme like Busta
Sing like Usher too (true)
I need a million things
(cars, clothes, whips, cribs, chains)
They all wanna be like me (that’s right)
Play a little RPG
I wanna-
I wanna- play real games
Not no CPU
I wanna rhyme like Busta
Sing like Usher too (true)
I need a million things
(cars, clothes, whips, cribs, chains)
They all wanna be like me (true)
Play a little RPG
I wanna-
I wanna-

[Outro]
Oh my god!
This my favorite song!

Terror Jr – IDWT (Bop City 2: Terrorising Album)

[Verse 1]
Young bitch in the club with an attitude
I don’t want your feelings or your gratitude
You keep tellin’ me that I’m not your problem
But you wanna ride it like a helicopter
Young bitch in the club with an attitude
Now I’m fucking lost, I’m fucking confused
You like ‘em shiny, like ’em brand new
I’d rather be abused than not feeling used

[Pre-Chorus]
So many secrets, I got ’em fooled
So many secrets, I’m Tom Cruise
You want Madonna, but I want you
If she a sauna, I’m a steam room

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna talk, I just wanna
We can do it all night (all night)
We’ve been through a lot, but you’re the one I want
We can do it all night
I don’t wanna talk, I just wanna
We can do it all night (all night)
We’ve been through a lot, but you’re the one I want
We can do it all night

[Verse 2]
Young bitch in the club with a broken fuse
Took so many losses, I must like to lose
Goin’ both ways, I don’t gotta choose
Goin’ both ways like, ooh, ooh

[Pre-Chorus]
So many secrets, I got ’em fooled
So many secrets, I’m Tom Cruise
You want Madonna, but I want you
If she a sauna, I’m a steam room

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna talk, I just wanna
We can do it all night (all night)
We’ve been through a lot, but you’re the one I want
We can do it all night, ooh
I don’t wanna talk, I just wanna fuck
We can do it all night (all night)
We’ve been through a lot, but you’re the one I want
We can do it all night, ooh

Rick Ross – Trap Trap Trap (feat. Young Thug & Wale) (Rather You Than Me Album)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Beep, beep
I’m sittin’ at the red light
My ankle monitor beepin’
Hadn’t been charged (fuck that)
I think I see the beeper (let’s bounce, man)
Mmm, bounce

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
First one on the block, woah, I need mine off the top, uh
Overtown, he got shot, but he died in Opa-locka
Couldn’t save one lung, hit ’em up, hmm, hmm
See the look on my face (woo!) like Carol City one state
Niggas hate on my sound, ’til I went the first round
Then I earnt the Lombardi, ain’t no fuckboys allowed
Only fuck if she exclusive, her favorite rapper Lil Boosie
To tell the truth I didn’t ask, when it come to bitches I’m Gucci
I’m the wrong one to rob, in the jungle I’m Nas
In the label I’m Russ, in the trap I’m Rick Ross
Double M, Goldman Sachs, just like Omar and Khloe
You came down for the packs, I sent you back loaded

[Chorus: Rick Ross & Young Thug]
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, sheesh
Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I was tryna bet the whole map
Out in Vegas, out the trap
Niggas talkin’ ’bout raidin’ the trap
Man, I’m ’bout to go ape in the trap (nigga goin’ ape shit)
Nigga, watch your babies in the trap
Nigga cookin’ oil base in the trap
Young nigga slave in the trap
Nigga run base, base in the trap
I’m ’bout to get this shit movin’, yeah
Answer the door with the Woolie, yeah
Wrist in the water, I need me a boat
I’m ’bout to get this shit cruisin’, yeah
Stand at the stove ’til you’re woozy, woozy
Let’s make a movie, movie, yeah
Move, move, move
Bitch, I’m richer than Tom Cruise, yeah
So many different meds on me
Fuck around, call the Fed on me
Chk-chk, boom boom boom your head, homie, reds
Draco got a lot of lead on it, you dead

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

[Verse 3: Wale]
Yeah, Wale though, uh, uh
I ain’t nothin’ like the trap niggas, Goyard backpack nigga
Uber crates ’til the Feds pull up, woo woo, cataracts, nigga
I’m the type, holla at the wife
Her body yours, but her soul is mine
Adios, do a hundred 20
All she want is good dick and advice
Wraith, scrappin’ my tires, Jameson ’til I’m fried
Famous here but I’m humble, Double M the Empire
Renzel got me all day, I’m Kyrie, he LeBron James
Tired niggas say Folarin ain’t top
I’ve been SportsCenter every day
I ain’t nothin’ like them trap guys, I mean I kinda do bag dimes
I kinda never do back down, leave a nigga high via rap lines
Get a beat, leave it baptized, mob ties, but it’s black lives
Black lives, nigga, trap lives, gimme five on the black side

[Chorus: Rick Ross & Young Thug]
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, sheesh
Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

Rick Ross – Trap Trap Trap (feat. Young Thug & Wale)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Beep
Beep
I’m sittin’ at the red light
My ankle monitor beepin’
Hadn’t been charged
I think I see the beeper
Bounce

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
First one on the block, woah
I need mine off the top, uh
Over town, he got shot
Muddy died in [?]
Couldn’t save one Hummer
Hit ’em up, hmm, hmm
See the look on my face (woo!)
Like [?]
Niggas hate on my sound
‘Til I went the [?]
Then I earnt the Lombardi
Ain’t no fuckboys allowed
Only fuck if she exclusive
Her favorite rapper Lil Boosie
To tell the truth I didn’t ask
When it come to bitches I’m Gucci
I’m the wrong one to rob
In the jungle I’m Nas
In the label I’m Russ
In the trap I’m Rick Ross
Double M, Goldman Sachs
Just like Omar and Khloe
You can’t dial for the packs
I sent you right back loaded

[Chorus: Rick Ross & Young Thug]
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, sheesh
Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I was tryna bet the whole map, Vegas, stay in the trap
Niggas talkin’ ’bout raidin’ the trap
Man I’m ’bout to go ape in the trap (nigga goin’ ape shit)
Nigga watch your babies in the trap
Nigga cook a whole base in the trap
Young nigga slave in the trap
Nigga run base, base in the trap
I’m ’bout to get this shit movin’, yeah
Answer the door with the Woolie, yeah
Wrist in the water, I need me a boat
I’m ’bout to get this shit cruisin’, yeah
Stand at the store ’til you’re woozy, woozy
Let’s make a movie, movie, yeah
Movie, movie, movie
Bitch I’m richer than Tom Cruise, yeah
So many different meds on me
Fuck around, call the fed on me
Boom boom boom your head, homie
Draco got a lot of lead on it
You dead

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

[Verse 3: Wale]
Wale though
I ain’t nothin’ like the trap niggas
Goyard backpack nigga
Uber crates ’til the feds pull up
Woo woo, cataracts, nigga
I’m the type, holla at the wife
Her body yours, but her soul is mine
Adios, do a hundred 20
All she want is good dick and advice
[?]
[?]
Famous here but I’m humble
Double M the empire
Renzel got me all day
Kyrie, he LeBron James
Tired niggas say Folarin [?] SportsCenter every day
I ain’t nothin’ like them trap guys
I mean I kinda do bag dimes
I kinda never do back down
Leave a nigga high via rap lines
Get a beat, leave it baptized
Mob ties, but it’s black lives
Black lives, nigga, trap lives
Gimme five on the black side

[Chorus: Rick Ross & Young Thug]
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, sheesh
Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

Tech N9ne – Wet (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

I ain’t spilling nothin’
And I’m really struttin’
This liquor feel all sudden
Eee-ia-ia-ia
Hit the floor like woah, ain’t no tellin’ what Bianca fo’ sho’ my go
Make hella doe like blow but it
Must be that vodka that’s making me hot as fuck

Look at me I’m sweating like I hit a sherm stick
Fishnet, hairnet to cover my perm bitch
That’s how I feel right now, I ain’t concerned with the germs
Here to kill right now
I come to termss with the lost of my swisher right when I passed it to a bad bitch
Maybe she’ll let me take home that ass, hit and casket it
Functional drunk and I masted it, fast with it
Asking if this chick wanna dip and dap and let me smash it a bit
Talkin’ bout wet? Gave her the woop wap she shoutin’ out "Tech"
Nina boppa seen the proper thing that brought the cream
I’m bout the jeans and I’m bout the zing zing leaders spot
And flee to the block and I free her like a stream
Whole team keep it’s hot grits, I do not spit shit if it is not lit
So much liquor mixing in here I might be toxic
Sweating like fire, and bombing fluids where I drop sticks

In this thang dripping like I’m on we-we-wet
Whole body on my face full of swe-swe-sweat
On my level everybody try’na ge-ge-get
I don’t get that stress when I rep that shit
In this thang dripping like I’m on we-we-wet
Whole body on my face full of swe-swe-sweat
On my level everybody try’na ge-ge-get
Must be that vodka that’s making me hot as fuck

Sweating like I took a dip in the pool
Mixing your liquors’ll hit ya, have you tripping a fool
My hitters’ll get ya, tryin’ flip, ain’t tryin’ to get to the tool
We ain’t boolies, when we bickin’ we bool, we on the couch we Tom Cruise
Spillin’ Bom booze on shoes
Anybody that test us, you gon’ lose
So let’s spark a blizzy, take a drizzy, pop a pizzy, get so dizzy
Grab a brizzy, then get busy, Kansas Cizzy in Missizi
Cause the way my bank account is set up, I can’t be the dad
But after 12 a.m. I can bread up, then it’s on
We’ll be gettin’ zoned to their moans
DTF ladies comin’ to make a poan, we record it with a drone

I ain’t spilling nutt’n
And I’m really struttin’
This liquor feel all sudden
Eee-ia-ia-ia
Hit the floor like woah, ain’t no tellin’ what Bianca fo’ sho’ my go
Make hella doe like blow but it
Must be that vodka, feel like I’m wearing Chewbacca

In this thang dripping like I’m on we-we-wet
Whole body on my face full of swe-swe-sweat
On my level everybody try’na ge-ge-get
I don’t get that stress when I rep that shit
In this thang dripping like I’m on we-we-wet
Whole body on my face full of swe-swe-sweat
On my level everybody try’na ge-ge-get
Must be that vodka that’s making me hot as fuck

Don’t ever try to be me, yeah
I know what you do when you see me
I’m makin’ it look so easy
But you don’t really wanna copy me
Don’t ever try to be me, yeah
Everybody just…
‘Cause when we hit the town, it’s goin’ down

In this thang dripping like I’m on we-we-wet
Whole body on my face full of swe-swe-sweat
On my level everybody try’na ge-ge-get
I don’t get that stress when I rep that shit
In this thang dripping like I’m on we-we-wet
Whole body on my face full of swe-swe-sweat
On my level everybody try’na ge-ge-get
Must be that…
Lovely wet…

Derek Minor – Until I’m Gone (feat. BJ The Chicago Kid) (Reflection Album) letras

[Intro: Derek Minor]
See I’ve been in the game for a minute
It’s been a crazy ride
No matter where I go
One thing we all have in common is
We all have crazy pains and crazy hurts
And every time I want to give up, I can see it in their faces
And I start thinking, "I can’t give up!
Can’t give up."

[Hook: BJ the Chicago Kid]
I’ve been in so many places
And I see pain all on my people faces
So I’mma tell ’em about Your love until I’m gone now
Until I’m gone now
And I got a whole lotta livin’ I’mma do
Now, I’m finally winning and I owe it all to You
That’s why I’mma give it all I got until I’m gone now
Until I’m gone now
[Bridge: Derek Minor]
I came up from the bottom
I came up from the bottom
And I ain’t even supposed to be here if it was up to y’all
And I think God had different plans for me
Different plans for me, oh yeah
I gave Him all of my problems
Yeah, I gave Him all of my problems
He told me if I trust Him, I’m His son, and don’t worry about nothin’, don’t worry about nothin’

[Verse 1: Derek Minor]
This for my people that struggle to pay off they light bill
In they heart man, they wonder if Christ real
Or the next meal
I can tell you how that life feel
Political pawns in the hands of the people that make all the laws
They set up the game, so we only ones losing
Don’t act so appalled
And we failed
We been held in these chains long enough
I rebel what they sell
Let this light shine in us
I’m trying to show the world what I’ve seen
He can turn clay to a king
Do you even know what that means?
Do you even know who you supposed to be
Well let me tell you?

[Hook]
I’ve been in so many places
And I see pain all on my people faces
So I’mma tell ’em about Your love until I’m gone now
Until I’m gone now
And I got a whole lotta livin’ I’mma do
Now, I’m finally winning and I owe it all to You
That’s why I’mma give it all I got until I’m gone now
Until I’m gone now

[Verse 2: Derek Minor]
Cuz’ I don’t know how to fix this
I’m just trying to survive the tempest
I’m just trying to pray God will hear this
I feel like they got us on their hit list
I’ve been on a mission
Impossible, Tom Cruise flew in the old school
Think of how some kids only eat in the lunch room
And they wonder why they fight in their home rooms
How can you focus, when hunger is potent
There is lead in the water of poor
But you wouldn’t notice
Your head is so far up in the clouds on a very high horse
We at war with ourselves
While at war with each other
Just know I’ll never give up on you
All of my sisters and brothers
Oh don’t you worry now
This ain’t the end of the story now
No matter what comes or what go, we gonna hold you
The truth that we hold, we gonna hold it down, yeah
This is that motivation unadulterated
This for the people that say when they felt like giving up
We gon’ make it
Hit the shot at the buzzard, it’s still a win
What I’m saying is as long as you still alive, better try again
What I’m saying, the morning is coming
Time to rise and shine again
Time to get back on the grind again
For everybody that be getting up
Let me see your hands high again
Let em’ know

[Hook]
I’ve been in so many places
And I see pain all on my people faces
So I’mma tell ’em about Your love until I’m gone now
Until I’m gone now
And I got a whole lotta livin’ I’mma do
Now, I’m finally winning and I owe it all to You
That’s why I’mma give it all I got until I’m gone now
Until I’m gone now

[Outro: BJ the Chicago Kid]
Gone now
Gone now
I’ll give You what You deserve
That’s all I need

Meghan Trainor – Me Too letras

[Meghan]
Who’s that sexy thing I see over there
That’s me
Sending in the mirror
Put that acid thing hanging from my neck
Let’s go
Show me some respect, oh

I thank god every day
That I woke up feeling this way
And I can’t help loving myself
And I don’t need nobody else, no

If I was you, I wanna be me too
I wanna be me too
I wanna be me…too
If I was you, I wanna be me too
I wanna be me too
I wanna be me…too

I walk in like dime piece
I go straight to vip
I never pay for my drinks
My entourage behind me
My life’s a movie Tom Cruise
So bless me baby, achoo!
And even if they try to
They can’t do it like I do

I thank god every day
That I woke up feeling this way
And I can’t help loving myself
And I don’t need nobody else, no

If I was you, I wanna be me too
I wanna be me too
I wanna be me…too
If I was you, I wanna be me too
I wanna be me too
I wanna be me…too

[Beat break]

Turn the bass up!

Let’s go!

I thank god every day
That I woke up feeling this way
And I can’t help loving myself
And I don’t need nobody else, no

If I was you, I wanna be me too
I wanna be me too
I wanna be me…too
If I was you, I wanna be me too
I wanna be me too
I wanna be me…too