K Camp – Real Me Lyrics

[Intro]
Ay Genius give them that flood fool
Uh-huh, OG

[Hook: K Camp]
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
Two bad bitches and they both wanna feel me
She fell in love but shit she don’t know the real me
OG kush got a young nigga lazy
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
I said fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
I said that I was gon’ quit it but I couldn’t
Addicted to riding round rubber band and dirty money but I shouldn’t
Stack the cake up stack for stack
Get the packs in back for back
Most of these niggas let bitches distract them from getting paper, I can’t have that
Them nothing bitches, y’all can have that
Point me to wherever the cash at
Yo fuck them niggas, they get blast at
Them lame niggas, they get laughed at
She too real, I couldn’t pass that
Weed so good I almost didn’t wanna pass that
I passed the blunt, poured an 8, said “okay now pass it back”
Smoking strong, drinking mud
Pull up fuck up the club, Rodeo Drive, fucked up a dub
If you ain’t getting no money my nigga you irrelevant
Got more baby bottles than my one year old
His filled up with apple juice and mine’s filled up with medicine

[Hook: K Camp]
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
Two bad bitches and they both wanna feel me
She fell in love but shit she don’t know the real me
OG kush got a young nigga lazy
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
I said fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me

[Verse 2: K Camp]
Yo fuck these niggas and fuck these bitches
I ain’t even tryna kick it witcha
Long way from the north side I done turned myself into a rich nigga
OG gas straight from the west got a bad bitch snatched out the bank
Know I’ve been drinking on the Hennessy but tonight I’m going for the D’usse
Run a bag up, run a bag up
These pussy ass niggas can’t pass us
These pussy ass niggas can’t pass us
In a new ‘Rari tell a motherfucker catch up
Lyric Ave where I kick it at
Bust that bag, get a whiff of that
House full of bad naked bitches
That bed side where I stick it at
9 times out of 10 I be smoking the gas
9 times out of 10 bitch I’m all on your ass
9 times out of 10 I’m running it up
9 times out of 10 it’s some Hen’ in my cup
9 times out of 10 got a deal with a fuck nigga hating
Fuck nigga hating
Know I’m in the latest and I’m done doing favors
Young K Way bitch and I’m still kicking flavors

[Hook: K Camp]
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
Two bad bitches and they both wanna feel me
She fell in love but shit she don’t know the real me
OG kush got a young nigga lazy
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
I said fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
OG, uh-huh
Hey, hey
OG kush got a young nigga lazy
OG kush got a young nigga lazy

Lady Gaga – Just Another Day Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah man, play that New York drum, Homer
Show ’em how we do it!
Downtown

[Verse 1]
Just another way to prove I love you
And it’s hard today
I’ll lay back in my chair and find a way
And when you say that thing that you say
That makes me mad
I’ll turn away, I’ll turn away, I’ll turn away
[Pre-Chorus]
And think of different ways to keep my spirits up
And choreograph hours with playful, joyous thoughts

[Chorus]
We both know I could learn a thing or two
About relaxing, hey, I love you
And after all, it’s just another day

[Verse 2]
Oh, I could use some two or three
Or other kind of ways to be
But today I won’t be so hard on me
I’ll walk alone down a different street
And smile at all the new strange I meet

[Pre-Chorus]
And pick up unique style, I’ll kick around today
And create simple thoughts, I’ll laugh in humble ways

[Chorus]
We both know I could learn a thing or two
About behaving, but I love you
And after all, it’s just another day

Come on, Mark

[Instrumental Bridge]

Ladies and gentlemen, Brian Newman

[Chorus]
We both know I could learn a thing or two
About behaving, but I love you
And after all, it’s just another day

[Outro]
And after all
It’s just another day

Attila – Let’s Get Abducted Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Supernatural thoughts in my head
Confusing, intense, like I’m stuck in lead
But [?] leaving ahead the
It’s unexplainable, I’m irrational
Without being a son of a bitch
But I’m in another dimension again
Do you see the bright light above?

[Verse 2]
[?] and you know this
But who am I to judge?
[?] … beings
That teaches you to judge
[Pre-Chorus]
I didn’t want to like you
But now I’m falling in love
The type of love you give me
It’s feeling like the drugs

[Chorus]
Let’s get abducted
Let’s get abducted
Let’s get abducted

[Verse 3]
Extraterrestrial life, as our life was taken
It’s not, that we’d seem to run away and hide
They just want to rage hard
It’s unexplainable, I’m irrational
Without being a son of a bitch
But I’m in another dimension again
Do you see the bright light above?

[Refrain]
Pass the bottle, pass the blunt
Press repeat now we’re all losing touch
Unexpected, unexplored
Go with the flow because I’m getting bored

[Pre-Chorus]
I didn’t want to like you
But now I’m falling in love
The type of love you give me
It’s feeling like the drugs

[Chorus]
Let’s get abducted
Let’s get abducted
Let’s get abducted

[Pre-Chorus]
I didn’t want to like you
But now I’m falling in love
The type of love you give me
It’s feeling like the drugs

[Bridge]
Pass the bottle, pass the blunt
Press repeat now we’re all loosing touch
Unexpected, unexplored
Go with the flow because I’m getting bored
Pass the bottle, pass the blunt
Go with the flow

[Chorus]
Let’s get abducted
Let’s get abducted
Let’s get abducted

[Outro]
Put me in your spaceship and take me somewhere new
Get me out of here
Riding something new

Kano – Dun Know The Myspace Lyrics

It’s K-A, check, check, check it out

[Verse 1]
Listen, yeah, yeah, you dun know the Myspace
I’m a vet MC niggas can’t violate
I’m two albums deep already
And how ever many singles under my name
Yeah, yeah, you dun know the my K
Fire for no reason, I’m nice
Can’t stop me like a Hummer in drive
Gone like I’m roadrunner in spikes
Yeah, yeah put me in the right lane
I’ll still breeze on a beat with a bang
I might perform my beats with a band
There ain’t no MC deeper than man
Hot like the bottom of the pan
And I’m still totalling on like twang

[Hook]

Man, look at my Myspace, my fanbase is swollen like clams
With old school fans and new school fans
I got UK fans and Europe fans
I got older fans and younger fans
And you dun know I’m repping for my Myspace fam

[Verse 2]

Yeah, yeah you dun know the vibe ain’t right in a rave on stage if I ain’t
On it with DJ Medonit, excitement levels we go beyond it
Enrol my shows like college, I show you how to do this son
Come like dumb, leave like a boffin
Cause I’m a teacher like KRS-One, one

Haha, I’m just having fun
Know why? Cause I’m MC number 1
Mc number 1
Yeah I know I didn’t finish that verse but I don’t give a shit
I wrote that shit whilst Mikey was beefing on the phone with his chick
HAHA! It’s K-A, It’s K-A

Soulja Boy – Crank Dat Lyrics

(Yoooouuuu!)
Soulja boy I tell ’em
Hey I got a new dance fo you all called the soulja boy
(Yoooouuuu!)
You gotta punch then crank back three times from left to right
(Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh yeeeeaaaah!)

Soulja boy off in this hoe
Watch me crank it
Watch me roll
Watch me crank that soulja boy
Then super man that hoe
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Soulja boy off in this hoe
Watch me crank it
Watch me roll
Watch me crank that soulja boy
Then super man that hoe
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)

Soulja boy off in this hoe
Watch me lean and watch me rock
Super man that hoe
Then watch me crank that Robocop
Super fresh, now watch me jock
Jocking on them haters man
When I do that soulja boy
I lean to the left and crank that thang
(now you)
I’m jocking on your bitch ass
And if we get the fighting
Then I’m cocking on your bitch ass
You catch me at your local party
Yes I crank it everyday
Haters getting mad cause
“I got me some bathing apes”

Soulja boy off in this hoe
Watch me crank it
Watch me roll
Watch me crank that soulja boy
Then super man that hoe
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)

Soulja boy off in this hoe
Watch me crank it
Watch me roll
Watch me crank that soulja boy
Then super man that hoe
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)

I’m bouncing on my toe
Watch me super soak that hoe
I’m gonna pass it to Arab
Then he’s gonna pass it to don loc (loc)
Haters wanna be me
Soulja boy, I’m the man
They be looking at my neck
Saying it’s the rubber band man (man)
Watch me do it (watch me do it)
Dance (dance)
Let get to it (let get to it)
Nope, you can’t do it like me
Hoe, so don’t do it like me
Folk, I see you tryna do it like me
Man that shit was ugly

Soulja boy off in this hoe
Watch me crank it
Watch me roll
Watch me crank that soulja boy
Then super man that hoe
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)

Soulja boy off in this hoe
Watch me crank it
Watch me roll
Watch me crank that soulja boy
Then super man that hoe
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)

Soulja boy off in this hoe
Watch me crank it
Watch me roll
Watch me crank that soulja boy
Then super man that hoe
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)

Soulja boy off in this hoe
Watch me crank it
Watch me roll
Watch me crank that soulja boy
Then super man that hoe
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)

Aim to clean off in this hoe
Watch me crank it
Watch me roll
Watch me crank that Roosevelt
And super soak that hoe
And super soak that hoe
And super soak that hoe
And super soak that hoe
And super soak that hoe
And super soak that hoe
And super soak that hoe
And super soak that hoe
And super soak that hoe
And super soak that hoe

Aim to fresh up in this bitch
Watch me shuffle
Watch me jig
Watch me crank my shoulder work
Super man that bitch
Super man that bitch
Super man that bitch
Super man that bitch
Super man that bitch
Super man that bitch

[Chorus]

Kevin Hart – Stretch Marks Lyrics

[Performed by Kent Jones]

Get up, Get up!
You better watch what your saying
Boy don’t hurt yourself
I guess I gotta set examples for these niggas guess they don’t know how to put in all the work themselves
So I put in all the work myself
I do every beat and every verse myself
Caught you in a frenzy know you heard yourself
Instead of doing music you should learn yourself
What it is! Whats up? Can a nigga just get in touch
I got a big black ‘Cedes sprinter bus
Full of y’all if you wanna come with us

Aww, yea she like it like that
When a nigga come back she don’t know how to act
Oh naw, I seen her yesterday and she in the mall
With a tall, basketball, player nigga and he started in the Fall
But today she was with me she never called
And tomorrow he gon’ be so humbled, naw
He fumbled all, oh no, homie I ain’t even worried ’bout your goal
All you niggas stunting man it’s getting old
Looking at my shit it already went gold
Oh no, this how it go

Which, one of y’all, coming to the hotel tonight?
They say I like em big I say yea you’re right
Stretch marks to the cellulite, stretch marks to the cellulite
Stretch marks to the cellulite
They say I like em big I say yea you’re right
Stretch marks to the cellulite

Shhhh! Who gon’ ride tonight
It must be you with the tiger stripes
I like them shorts cuz they super short
Call em boy shorts they ain’t even got em for boys
Big girl, super thick girl, look taller when you sit girl
Always talking bout you love to fuck
But you hardly take the dick girl
You better watch what you’re saying, boy don’t hurt yourself
I guess I gotta set examples for these niggas guess they don’t know how to put in all the work themselves
So I put in all the work myself
I do every beat and every verse myself
Caught you in a frenzy know you heard yourself
Instead of doing music you should learn yourself

Which, one of y’all, coming to the hotel tonight?
They say I like em big I say yea you’re right
Stretch marks to the cellulite, stretch marks to the cellulite
Stretch marks to the cellulite
They say I like em big I say yea you’re right
Stretch marks to the cellulite
Shhhh! Who gon’ ride tonight
It must be you with the tiger stripes
I like them shorts cuz they super short
Call em boy shorts they ain’t even got em for boys

Which, one of y’all, coming to the hotel tonight?
They say I like em big I say yea you’re right
Stretch marks to the cellulite, stretch marks to the cellulite
Stretch marks to the cellulite
They say I like em big I say yea you’re right
Stretch marks to the cellulite
Which, one of y’all, coming to the hotel tonight?
They say I like em big I say yea you’re right
Stretch marks to the cellulite, stretch marks to the cellulite
Stretch marks to the cellulite
They say I like em big I say yea you’re right
Stretch marks to the cellulite

Kevin Hart – What Happened To Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I turned into a monster
It’s like I’m laying in bed with a stranger
It’s heavy on my conscious
And if we keep on this road then we’re in danger
[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t know if I made you this way
Or even if we’re both to blame
For putting out all the cards, all the cards on the table
How do you make a good girl go bad
How did it all change so fast?
Feeling like more and more, we can’t ignore, the love is fading

[Chorus]
Cause I used to know which way to go
I used to know your love would show
What happened to? What happened to?
It never hurt like this before
Don’t wanna feel it anymore
What happened to? What happened to?
It’s like I don’t even know you
It’s like I don’t even know you
It’s like I don’t even know

[Verse 2]
The problem
Tell me who else could know you like I do?
Oooh, I put it on the bible (?)
How do lovers slowly turn to rivals?

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t know if I made you this way
Or even if we’re both to blame
For putting out all the cards, all the cards on the table
How do you make a good girl go bad
How did it all change so fast?
Feeling like more and more, we can’t ignore, the love is fading

[Chorus]
Cause I used to know which way to go
I used to know your love would show
What happened to? What happened to?
It never hurt like this before
Don’t wanna feel it anymore
What happened to? What happened to?
It’s like I don’t even know you
It’s like I don’t even know you
It’s like I don’t even know you
It’s like I don’t even know you
What happened to, It’s like I don’t even know you

[Bridge]
Girl what’s the use? It’s like a call that’ll never get through
It’s taking a toll, now we’re losing control

[Chorus]
Cause I used to know which way to go
I used to know your love would show
What happened to? What happened to?
It never hurt like this before
Don’t wanna feel it anymore
What happened to? What happened to?
It’s like I don’t even know you
It’s like I don’t even know you
It’s like I don’t even know you
It’s like I don’t even know you
What happened to, It’s like I don’t even know

Kano – Old School Lyrics

Ayo, MJ
Let me tell these people why I’m old school, man
I am not a Myspace MC, I’m a pirate MC
From Flava to DeJa
From Rinse to Major

[Hook]
Rude boy, don’t watch that
When it comes to the roads, I lock that
Cause when it come to the flows I got that
Got cash, you could never try rob that
So move, the guy don’t know you
That means you ain’t old skool
From one pound pizza to note ball
K to the A I’m old skool

[Verse 1]

Look, I’m vocal but a lot of blokes chat a lot of breeze
But with me it’s emotional, nigga I’m old skool
Like Opal Fruits, gobstoppers or screw balls
You new born babies, I’m a vet yep they know the cool
Spittin’ through they headphones, no vocal booth
Look I go back like Flava FM, Tel still owes me some paper
Way before DeJa, (?) tapes with AB and the
Sound labs, no turntables 12-10’s
And I was housing G, like closer than close
Till I found the MIC and the vocals I wrote
I’m so cool with my old skool shit, Adidas shell toes and my Stan Smiths
In EH with a PH, 3-3-7
From cassettes now it’s my CD selling

[Hook]

Rude boy, don’t watch that
When it came to the scene, I locked that
Cause when it come to the green, I stop that
Got cash, you can never try rob that
So move nigga, I don’t know you
That means you ain’t old skool
From one pound pizza to note ball
K to the A, so old skool
Hahaha niggas ain’t old skool like me

[Verse 2]

Niggas know why I’m boss on the beat
Hardcore, never go soft on the street
From Boys Love Girls to London Town
I toured the world but locked London down
But certain reputations ain’t deserving
Certain MC’s ain’t put the work in
But I had a few tunes before YouTube
And I was a known face before Channel U
From PP, wrets and EQ
In my Prada Straps and fucked Evisu’s
Me and Danger Mouse but I’m no Penfold
And my intro, do I play? N-O
Look, look, that’s one of my old skool lyrics
And I was in Eskimo, reloadin’ it
But some MC’s there were pissed I gone clear
And yeah I could win that battle on the stairs

[Hook]

Rude boy, don’t watch that
When it came to the scene, I locked that
Cause when it come to the green, I stop that
Got cash, you can never try rob that
So move nigga, I don’t know you
That means you ain’t old skool
From one pound pizza to note ball
K to the A, I’m old skool

Kevin Hart – Give It Back Lyrics

[Intro: Akon]
Give it back to me, babe
If I give love to you

[Verse 1: Akon]
Let’s get it out in the open
Can’t leave it unspoken
Baby you got the potion
Love and devotion
Affection and closeness
This feeling is golden
[Bridge: Akon]
What must I do to be that guy to you
Why not try something different from what you’re used to
Both in the same position know what you go through
I know, I know

[Chorus: Akon]
If I give love to you, If I give love to you ooh
If I give love to you, say if I give love to you, ooh
Would you give it back to me? Said would you give it back to me
Would you give it back to me? Said would you give it back to me
If i give love to you, say if I give love to you, ooh
Would you give it back to me?

[Verse 2: Akon]
This could be amazing
Got good conversation, with great penetration
Don’t do well with patience, so don’t keep me waiting
Just get in formation

[Bridge: Akon]
What must I do to be that guy to you
Why not try something different from what you’re used to
Both in the same position know what you go through
I know, I know

[Chorus: Akon]
If I give love to you, If I give love to you ooh
If I give love to you, say if I give love to you, ooh
Would you give it back to me? Said would you give it back to me
Would you give it back to me? Said would you give it back to me
If i give love to you, say if I give love to you, ooh
Would you give it back to me? Would you give it back to me?
Said would you give it back to me? Would you give it back to me?
If I give love to you

[Bridge: Akon]
What must I do to be that guy to you
Why not try something different from what you’re used to
Both in the same position know what you go through
I know, I know

[Chorus: Akon]
If I give love to you, If I give love to you ooh
If I give love to you, say if I give love to you, ooh
Would you give it back to me? Said would you give it back to me
Would you give it back to me? Said would you give it back to me
If i give love to you, say if I give love to you, ooh
Would you give it back to me? Would you give it back to me?
Said would you give it back to me? Would you give it back to me?
If I give love to you

Eminem – Campaign Speech lyrics

Jumped out of the second floor of a record store
With a Treacherous Four cassette and a cassette recorder
In Ecuador with Edward Norton

Eminem speaks out against Donald Trump on “Campaign Speech”
Witness the metamorphosis
Of a legend growin’ like an expert swordsman
From the Hessian War and
Hence the origin of the Headless Horseman
Born with the endorphins of a pathetic orphan
Endless sores and reservoir
Of extension cords in dresser drawers
And deadbolts on the bedroom doors
And sexual torture kits kept in a separate storage bin
Excellent boyfriend

Use intercourse to settle scores
With women who have been vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in and the shredded foreskin
Red is torn and they’re only bein’ fed a portion
Bed sores in sore shins
Pregnant whores can get abortions
Fetish for stickin’ metal forks in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I went to Hell and fell a floor
A predator, I’m headed for competitors
Better warn ’em, what I lack in tact and a set of morals
I make up for in metaphors like a cosmetic store
Stegosaurus, Chuck Norris with a thesaurus
Yes, of course, I mess up once
You want some? Come and get some, boys!
I’m givin’ Daniel Pantaleo a refresher course
On excessive force and pressure points
And dressin’ George Zimmerman in a fluorescent orange
Dress and four inch heels to address the court
With a bullseye on his back, his whole chest and torso
Are left on the doorsteps of Trayvon’s dad as a present for him

In my present form I’m Desert Storm
Appetite for destruction is no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and less remorseful in every morsel
Unpleasant, horrible; hello, gorgeous!
The rebel with devil horns just fell off the yellow short bus
Met a contortionist, said, “When you wanna get sexual?”
She said, “However I fit in your schedule. I’m flexible.”
Expired tags on the Saturn, got Catherine Bach
In the back in Daisy Dukes with the hazards on
At a traffic stop gettin’ harassed, sign an autograph
For this asshole cop’s daughter
Laugh ’cause I called her a brat on it
He spat on it and brought it back lookin’ half in shock
Had a heart attack and dropped dead
Started fallin’ back with it
And got slapped with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One ball and half a dick, Apple Watch
Crack for an axle, walked in a Bass Pro Shop with David Hasselhoff, pulled Tabasco sauce out of my satchel
Knocked over a fisherman’s tackle box and *crash sound*
Asked if they had a laugh in stock
That was fuckin’ stupid…

You got it twisted, all ’cause I offered this bitch
A doggie biscuit, you call me misogynistic
Bitch, get to massagin’ this dick!
Like spas in this bitch, slob on it, with gobs of lipstick
Got a shoppin’ list for you to run some odds and ends with
It’s not a bitch on this earth I can be monogamous with
She’s non-existent
Robin Thicke with a throbbin’ dick on some swab and slick shit
But I shout derogatives at bitches like fuckin’ missile launches
Misfit, blond and nitwit
Like I’ve gone ballistic, with a frostin’ tip kit
Screamed, “I hate blondes,” and became one, I’m optimistic
Love to start shit
Shovin’ Clark Kent’s undergarments in the glove compartment
Of the bucket, bumpin’ Bubba Sparxxx
I’m double parkin’ up at Targets, trouble ’cause a double cross
The shadiest mothafucka you’ll ever come across
Olympic gymnast, been known for some assaults
A couple lawsuits, enough to cause a stomach ulcer
Same damn brain scan results as Rainman’s is
Something’s awful when Dustin Hoffman’s
Dressin’ up in your mummy costume
On stage dancin’ to “Brain Damage”, what’s the problem?
Nothing’s wrong, the name brand is back to reclaim status
Run the faucet, I’ma dunk
A bunch of Trump supporters underwater
Snuck up on ’em in Ray Bans in a gray van with a spray tan
It’s a wrap, like an Ace bandage
Don’t-give-a-fuck persona, to my last DNA strand
E&J in the waistband, at the VMAs with the stagehand
She wants kielbasa, pre-arrange an escape plan
Three-inch blade on point, like a See-and-Say
Consider me a dangerous man
But you should be afraid of this dang candidate
You say Trump don’t kiss ass like a puppet
‘Cause he runs his campaign with his own cash for the fundin’
And that’s what you wanted
A fuckin’ loose cannon who’s blunt with his hand on the button, who doesn’t have to answer to no one – great idea!

If I was president, gettin’ off is
The first order of business once I get in office
Second thing that’ll make me happy’s walkin’ up to Uncle Sam
Naked, laughing, dick cupped in hand
Screaming, “Fuck safe sex!”
Throw a latex and an AIDS test at him
Tell Congress I run this land
And I want the rubber banned, and make it snappy
Addiction to friction and static
Addict who can’t escape the habit
It’s in you to chase the dragon
But as fate would have it, I walked up in major Magics
Dressed as the maintenance man
In a laser tag vest and a racin’ jacket, with a gauge to blast it
And sped away in the station wagon
Stacey Dash’s and Casey Anthony’s
Crazy asses in the backseat
Throwin’ Stay-Free pads at me
Dead passenger in the passenger seat
Unfasten the safety latches
And slam on the brakes in traffic so hard
I snapped the relocation brackets for the monster tires
Finna get a murder case and catch it
Like you threw it at me encased in plastic

And send Dylan Roof through the windshield of the Benz
Until he spins like a pinwheel and begins feelin’…
Like a windmill with a thin bill while his skin’s peelin’
And skids ’til he hits a cement pillar
Swing for the fence like Prince Fielder
Knock it into the upper peninsula
You want to go against zilla? The Rap God
When will I quit? Never been realer
The in-stiller of fear, not even a scintilla of doubt
Whose pens iller than Prince in a chinchilla
Or Ben Stiller in a suspense thriller
Revenge killer of bin syllable binge
Fill a syringe, till I
Draw first blood
Even pop shit on my pop shit, and it’s popular
Couldn’t be more awkwarder
Cause you’re innocence I robbed you of
It’s my fingers that got stuck up
Tortured a, not give a
Slapstick, hockey puck
The broad hunter with the sawed off
Like an arm when it’s lopped off of ya
But I’m not gonna, get the shotgun
Or the Glock, I’m gonna opt for the ox
Cause I’m into objects that are sharp when I sharpen
It’s not a shock, I’m such an obnoxious fucker
The rock cuts into rock cause who would have thought
This much of a cocksucker that go across the buttocks of Vivica Fox with a box cutter
That was for 50, little slap on the wrist be warned
I’m unrevealing quickly
My squabbles, I’m grappling with your time traveling with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse into history, with a flask of the whiskey
Tip it back then I’m twisting wine bottles
Like what happened to Chris Reeves’ spine column
That’s the plan of attack when I’m fixing my problems
Wish my chest wasn’t having to get these rhymes off ’em
But the fact that I have so many rappers against me mind boggles
And why I had to come back on these faggots who diss me is
More of a spectacular mystery than a fucking Agatha Christie crime novel

But my patience is wearing thin
Swear I been contemplating rubbing shit in your face till I smear it in
Diss you in every lyric until you fear the pen
And never appear again
If you actually had fucking careers to end
But then I think of Molly Qerim and I steer ’em in that direction and forget my ideas for them
Molly, I’m gone off you
Man, light some kush
You’re my first take, I’ll nail you
Can’t lie, I gush
If I won you over, you would be the grand prize
I’m entranced by your looks, come and give the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in a can like some Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small, least three pant sizes tush
Mushed against your damn side, you puss
And thighs are squooshed
What kind of attires that?
I’m ready to be rode
Psychopath, bet you we’ll get it popping like a flat
Light the match to ignite the wrath
Got knives to slash and slice hermaphrodites in half
Piper Chapmans might just have to picket me
Like a scab
Hard to describe in fact
Startling violent perhaps
Are things that come to mind as soon as I start spitting rhymes like that
And you aren’t really surprised at that
But as far as these lines I rap
And these bars, wouldn’t dial it back if I star 69’ed the track

Why am I such a dick?

2 CHAINZ – Good Drank lyrics

Used to treat my mattress like the ATM!
Bond number 9 that’s my favorite scent!
Can’t forget the kush I’m talking OG
Rest in peace to pop he was an OG
Oh yeah, 285 I had that pack on me
Uh, I can not forget I had that strap on me
Yeah, rest in peace to my nigga Doe
All he ever want to do was ball
That was the easy part
We playing that Weezy hard
We sit in the kitchen late
We tryna to make an estate
Trying to make me a mil
So I’ma keep me a plate
I told ’em shawty can leave
So I’ma keep me a rake
So I’ma keep me a Wraith
My jewelry look like a lake
Today I’m in the Maybach
And that car came with some drapes
You know I look like a safe
I put you back in your place
I look you right in your face
Sing to your bitch like I’m Drake

Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give [her ?]
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like Andre
Need a girl call her (…)

Your trunk in the front well check this out my top in the trunk
You play with my money then check this out your poppin’ the trunk
Three mil in a month but I just did three years on a bunk
Oh you in a slump I’m headed to Oakland like Kevin Durant
What is your point, stroll with the Steph or Kevin Durant
Lay on on my trap, play with my cap and I’ll knock off your hat
I’m collecting the cheese and killing the rats
Gucci Mane call me the cat with the rat
I’m swervin’ but I’m in back of the back
I’m Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq
I’m servin’ I pay a bird for that
He nervous I ain’t got no word for that
He heard my momma [?] purse is back
He mixing the seal with the percocets
She perfect and she got perky breast
I just want some of that turkey neck
Trapper of the year I’m from Boulder Crest
You snitch of the year cause you told the best

Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give [her ?]
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like Andre
Need a girl call her (…)

IMOGEN HEAP – The Happy Song lyrics

Bring! Bring! On the bicycle
Beep! Beep! In the car
Ping! Ping! A submarine
Phew! Phew! helicopter
A choo-choo train
An aeroplane
A “wee!” down the slide

I just adore-dore-dore
You every day more
Wherever we are

So up in the sky
And deep in the ocean
Through valleys and hills
Away we go

Bring! Bring! On the bicycle
Beep! Beep! In the car
Ping! Ping! A submarine
Phew! Phew! helicopter
A choo-choo train
An aeroplane
A rocket to the stars!

There’s a dance-dance-dance
Going on in my heart
Wherever we are

So up in the sky
And deep in the ocean
Through valleys and hills
Away we go

You little monkey
You’re staying up late
Who purrs like a cat
When they get their own
Who then turns into a lion
Who lets out a…

(RAWR!)

I love-love-love
You every day more
Whatever’s in store

So up in the sky
And deep in the ocean
Through valleys and hills
Away we go

So up in the sky
And deep in the ocean
Through valleys and hills
Away we go

Kano – So Good Lyrics

[Hook]

I’m so good, I should have at least 16’s in my waist
If its beef I’ll bust bars in mans face
Like I got revolvers and AK’s
I’m so good, I don’t even write half of this down
Cause ain’t no artist taking my crown
Cause I’m the hardest MC around
I’m so good and if you feel me bust a shot now
No need to tell me nigga, I’m so good
And I rep London town and I lock this down
There ain’t nobody who can stop me now
Since Flava in Canning town
[Verse 1]

Look, I’m a legend in the game already
Fuck that nigga, Elvis Presley
I don’t need no drama I’m cool but these people just have to offend me
I’m a MC, drugs ain’t trendy
Never did like coke like Pepsi
I don’t care if they don’t give me a Brit but this country just has to respect me
You can’t roll when the tanks on empty
They can’t flow without mine it’s like
The guideline, inspiration for MC’s act like I ain’t cause slyer and envy
I ain’t gonna lie though without Wiley, D Double E and me the flow would be
B-F-G scene uh-ba-ba-uh-ba believe
Me I ain’t lying I’m for real
I was on fire got my deal
I’m still on fire but no drill, can put me out cause I’m wild and kill
S-W-8 spitting with an attitude
I don’t lie I spit it with an attitude
But little nigga I ain’t mad at you
I was on stage when you probably had a few battles in the rain in a playground
Haven’t you? Well I ain’t ever battling again
Niggas get addicted to this flow here
So no like Amy stop battling the cave
Cause K ain’t listening, A to the N, O ain’t living in, the past
When I was still spitting in Raw mission and Raw kitchens, killing ’em

[Hook]

I’m so good, I should have at least 16’s in my waist
If its beef I’ll bust bars in mans face
Like I got revolvers and AK’s
I’m so good, I don’t even write half of this down
Cause ain’t no artist taking my crown
Cause I’m the hardest MC around
I’m so good and if you feel me bust a shot now
Cause you ain’t gotta tell me, I’m so good
And I rep London town and I lock this down
There ain’t nobody who can stop me now
Since Flava in Canning town
I was so good

Lil B – Fonkin Wit Da Mac Lyrics

[Intro]

Yuh
Based free (okay)
BasEd free (what, what)
We fonkin wit da mac
Like I said man
Its your boy lil b in this bitch (mmm)
You know I’m fonkin wit da
Ay man Based Freestyle (God damnit)
Ay man imma tell you What I’m doing
I got problems
I got (ahh)
[Hook]

Fonkin wit da mac
Fonkin wit da mac
(Uh) Strap holdin’ (swag swag)
Fonkin wit da mac
Hold my ass back
20 on the sack
You know about
I’m Fonkin wit da mac
I Still hold the st– (damn)
Still hold the gat
Fonkin wit da mac
Fonkin wit da mac
Fonkin wit da mac
Fonkin wit da mac
Fonkin wit da mac
Fonkin wit da st–

[Verse 1]

Tell you like this whoadie
I still hold the strap
Tell you like this bruh
I still hold the mac
Tell you like this bruh
Them boys fell back (ok)
Tell you like this (BasedGod)
Finna go splat
Tell you like this bruh
I’m holding that gat
Tell you like this bruh
[?] Down on the [?] (BasedGod)
Tell you like this bruh
That boy gone lay flat (BasedGod)
Tell you like this bruh
We fonk with the strap
Tell you like this bruh
BitchMob know that (swag)
Fuck with Lil B then
We gone tote that (swag swag swag)

[Verse 2]

Fuck with Lil B then
We gone tote (swag swag swag)
What you know about that
We fonk with the strap (swag ahh)
Fonk with the strap (ahh)
Fonkin with the (ahhhh damn)
55 bullets
And you know we hold (we totin)
[?] The strap (I’m toting)
Fonk with the strap (I hold it)
Everybody know that
You know we hold that (swag swag swag)
I said I’m fonkin with the mac (I’m holding)
One hundred thousand dollars
Man you know I want that (I’m strapped I’m strapped)
Everybody day I came in
Strapped up with (uh)
(Swag) came in 25 bullets on my back (swag)
Came in I even hid bullets in my ass
55 in the strap in the back No homo (swag)
55 bitches and you know I’m bout robo (swag swag)
Young BasedGod came [?]
In that four door
No mothafucking drivebys
Cause I’m no sucka
Riding up in with that tin
And them bustas
Everybody known that we known and we known
And everybody known that we known I hold it (let me know BasedGod let me know)

[Hook]

I fonk with the strap (damn)
I ride with the mac (ahhh)
Fonkin with the mac (damn)
Holding that strap (holding)
I said I fonk with the mac (you’re strapped up)
Holding that strap (you’re strapped up)
We fonk with the mac (you’re going to jail)
Holding that strap
I said I fonk with the mac (you’re going to jail)
Hold that strap (that’s illegal)
Fonk with the mac (so illegal)
I hold that strap
Fonkin with the mac (that’s illegal)
Holding that strap (you’re strapped up Lil B)
Uh with the mac (swag)
Holding that strap (good job)

[Outro]

Based Freestyle ( that’s illegal)
Fonkin with the (great job)
You know we fonking (BasedGod swag)
With the strap
Riding with the mac (BasedGod)
BasEd Freestyle Yuh
Based Freestyle Yuh

2 Chainz – Good Drank lyrics

Used to treat my mattress like the ATM!
Bond number 9 that’s my favorite scent!
Can’t forget the kush I’m talking OG
Rest in peace to pop he was an OG
Oh yeah, 285 I had that pack on me
Uh, I can not forget I had that strap on me
Yeah, rest in peace to my nigga Doe
All he ever want to do was ball
That was the easy part
We playing that Weezy hard
We sit in the kitchen late
We tryna to make an estate
Trying to make me a mil
So I’ma keep me a plate
I told ’em shawty can leave
So I’ma keep me a rake
So I’ma keep me a Wraith
My jewelry look like a lake
Today I’m in the Maybach
And that car came with some drapes
You know I look like a safe
I put you back in your place
I look you right in your face
Sing to your bitch like I’m Drake

Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give [her ?]
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like Andre
Need a girl call her (…)

Your trunk in the front well check this out my top in the trunk
You play with my money then check this out your poppin’ the trunk
Three mil in a month but I just did three years on a bunk
Oh you in a slump I’m headed to Oakland like Kevin Durant
What is your point, stroll with the Steph or Kevin Durant
Lay on on my trap, play with my cap and I’ll knock off your hat
I’m collecting the cheese and killing the rats
Gucci Mane call me the cat with the rat
I’m swervin’ but I’m in back of the back
I’m Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq
I’m servin’ I pay a bird for that
He nervous I ain’t got no word for that
He heard my momma [?] purse is back
He mixing the seal with the percocets
She perfect and she got perky breast
I just want some of that turkey neck
Trapper of the year I’m from Boulder Crest
You snitch of the year cause you told the best

Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give [her ?]
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like Andre
Need a girl call her (…)

Maggie Rogers – Alaska letras

I was walking through icy streams
That took my breath away
Moving slowly through westward water
Over glacial plains
And I walked off you
And I walked off an old me
Oh me oh my I thought it was a dream
So it seemed
And now, breathe deep
I’m inhaling
You and I, there’s air in between
Leave me be
I’m exhaling
You and I, there’s air in between
You and I, there’s air in between
Cut my hair so I could rock back and forth
Without thinking of you
Learned to talk and say
Whatever I wanted to
And I walked off you
And I walked off an old me
Oh me oh my I thought it was a dream
So it seemed
And now, breathe deep
I’m inhaling
You and I, there’s air in between
Leave me be
I’m exhaling
You and I, there’s air in between
You and I, there’s air in between
You and I, there’s air in between

Annabel Jones – Not Today letras

[Verse 1]
Bottom of the bowl again
Life taking its toll again
Slept away the day
Nothing ever changes
I only ever see you in dark
Meet me here, two again
Tell me that you’re you again
Humble and complete
Blood, bones, flesh and weakness
I only ever see you in the dark

[Chorus]
You know I tore out the first page
Hating every word that I say
You know I tore out the first page
Turn up, night time, you’re at my door
Holding flowers that you have bought
Just for me
I can’t smile, not today

[Verse 2]
Wrapped up in the view again
Living just for you again
Lost all sense of self
Say you did it for your girl
I ever see you in the dark
Almost found a place to stay and never fell so deep again
Spent your life alone
In lame of love
I only ever see you in the dark

[Chorus]
You know I tore out the first page
Hating every word that I say
You know I tore out the first page
Turn up, night time, you’re at my door
Holding flowers that you have bought
Just for me
Turn up, night time, you’re at my door

[Chorus]
You know I tore out the first page
Hating every word that I say
You know I tore out the first page
You know I tore out the first page
Hating every word that I say
You know I tore out the first page
Turn up, night time, you’re at my door
Holding flowers that you have bought
Just for me
I can’t smile, not today

Z-Ro – New Shit letras

[Hook]
If you don’t like my new shit you can go back to my old shit
Matter fact y’all haters ain’t gotta jam none of my shit
Y’all haters can eat my whole dick
I don’t do this for y’all
Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne
Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne
Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne
Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne

[Verse 1]
Listen, if you were struggling, back in ’97 when I started this
And your ass still struggling in 2016, you hustle is garbage bitch
I can’t stay in the same old place, I gotta keep on movin’
And since the music keep on playing I gotta keep on groovin’
That’s why I keep on winning and these bitch niggas keep on losing
And FYI I’ve been single since 97, that’s why I keep on doin’
They keep on killin’ me but I keep on livin’, that’s what I keep on doing
It’s me against the world like 2Pac Shakur
So anybody can get it, give them 2 shots or more
[?] if you ever wonder why I didn’t ever come around
Cause your moma be like fuck you, nigga we don’t ever want you to come around
And Paris I found out ’bout you when you were damn near grown
I promise these baby momas these days ain’t worth the flesh that they are printed on

[Hook]
If you don’t like my new shit you can go back to my old shit
Matter fact y’all haters ain’t gotta jam none of my shit
Y’all haters can eat my whole dick
I don’t do this for y’all
Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne
Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne
Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne
Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne

[Verse 2]
You can say what you want about me, I don’t mind
Cause I’m a diamond homie, I’ll be damned if I don’t shine
40000 people holdin’ my legs, I’m still gon’ climb
And even though they got their own homie, they still want mine
I heard Z-Ro ain’t this and Z-Ro ain’t that
Z-Ro ain’t havin’ no money and Z-Ro can’t rap
Z-Ro don’t give a damn ‘long as he roll make stacks
His credit card ain’t got a color, how the fuck you love that?
Foreign cars that’s all I’m ridin’
I hear you haters talkin’ funny, that’s why I be smiling, cheese
If money come in two’s then haters come in three’s
But without them there’s no me
I love my haters

[Hook]
If you don’t like my new shit you can go back to my old shit
Matter fact y’all haters ain’t gotta jam none of my shit
Y’all haters can eat my whole dick
I don’t do this for y’all
Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne
Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne
Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne
Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne

[Verse 3]
Grown men gossiping ’bout other grown men
Ain’t that what bitches do? Then y’all niggas ain’t grown men
I hate to say it but I got niggas on my team that be watching my pocket
They don’t put in the work like I put in the work
But they want what I got in my pocket
Y’all can keep on talkin’ cause y’all just talkin’ and that’s a damn shame
Nobody know y’all in home
But I’ll do Africa, they know my damn name
Takin’ over this world with real nigga music, that’s my plan mane
Players do what we wanna do and y’all haters do what y’all can mane

[Hook]
If you don’t like my new shit you can go back to my old shit
Matter fact y’all haters ain’t gotta jam none of my shit
Y’all haters can eat my whole dick
I don’t do this for y’all
Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne
Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne
Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne
Gotta get this money, gotta get this money mayne

KAMI – Home Movies letras

[Verse 1: Kami de Chukwu]
Fuck ‘em, beat ‘em up, cuff ‘em
All up in that wagon where them boys done chucked ‘em
Chocolate, took a nigga wheels just for puffin’
Locked him in a dungeon, always left his tummy rumblin, bubblin
Told him that he seen better days, the nightfall came but he dreamed a better way
And the thoughts on his mind always seemed to display
A scene of dismay on the screen that just play
All and all forever understand it’s never over
Sip that heavy liquor ‘til you feelin’ light all over
Drop a couple tracks ‘til them bitches bending over
And a bubble butt slut’s tricking out for your quota
Pimp, always let his cup runneth over
Simps, tearing up when they hearts broken
Him, never gave a fuck about all of that
Money, fam, and music and we here to save all of that
Savemoney baller raps, off the top them baller hats, dunkin’ on them smaller cats, poised to be the [?] raps
Snitches, bitches, who be all up at your soul
At your money, at your gold, at your dreams, at your goals
A nigga never fold, ‘cause he had to play his cards right
Surely you will shine bright when you step in limelight
Words of advice to my homies who be hustlin’
Every butter for my brothers, never fuck with English muffins, cousin
Mama thought her son would be nothing
Turned a bunch of nothing to a whole lot of something
All he ever wanted was Mama’s sweet loving
A couple pies baked ready straight up out the oven
Got these fiends buzzing, loving on the product
Savemoney like I’m serving sauce for the five buck
Throw them fives up, pay respect to my fam
Savemoney be the clan and Chicago be the land, God damn
How you count them thoughts off the treetops
Kept ‘em pumped up like an old pair of Reeboks
Shout my nigga Reese, make ‘em buckle at they knee socks
One hitter quitters to the face, make them knees pop
So please stop, don’t do it
It’s off of the top more often than not
I’m battling cops, in the studio strapped with my guys
And I be moving with the Savemoney clan on the fly, ‘til I die

[Hook: Michael Anthony]
If you come from my home
You’ll probably catch me in the Windy, off some Sweets and some Remy
I don’t sleep, we be winning
If you come from my home
You know the opps on the rise, when we see ‘em we say fuck ‘em, Savemoney still alive
If you come from my home
You’ll probably catch us on a train in a daze, 20 deep blowing loud at the lames
If you come from my home
Eyes scorched, jealous thoughts tryin’ to derail us

[Verse 2: Caleb James]
From the city where real gangsters wear they hat to the right
Little kids on the corner selling crack for the pipe
Where out of town rappers come and gotta tuck in they ice
But ain’t no other city better, I put that on my life
This for my niggas on the grind with a jab in they sock
For my nigga on the west side, hugging the block
Never been arrested, but I have no love for a cop
I had my hands on keyboards trying to be like my pops
So, you gon’ say I ain’t no real nigga, boy
Been had the bread before deal nigga
You see, I be chilling with them ill niggas
One call away and make you disappear like David Copperfield nigga
Pop then go vanish, holding my cannon for niggas that up [?]
I hope we out jam ‘em, Savemoney that’s the family, know we do damage
Five finger discount, you know they can’t stand us like

[Verse 3: Chance the Rapper]
Mama mia, ooh I’m a dreamer, burn up this for Rod, turn up this for Tina
Chance the Rapper, ooh Chance le Rapper
I speak France, Jones my Alma Mater
All that matters is mistakes and ladders
Slick snakes and comeups, mixtapes and chatter
Igh, pause
As our laughter, draft up my master plan faster faster
Chance the rap master, Fax in my taxes, shows is my classes, drugs is my FAFSA
Kami de Chukwu, modern day guru
Save monetary, my mama say [?]
Roost in the morn, sing through the yawns
I know your eyes heavy, but rest when you’re gone
You say you save money, but say sunny nigga
They saying they need you, you stay then you left em, Igh

[Hook]
[Michael Anthony]
If you come from my home
I’d probably Cobain if it wasn’t for the [?] and the feelings
If you come from my home

[Bridge: Vic Mensa]
We’re all lil niggas, got all lil triggers, done all got bigger
(If you come from my home)
Then let ‘em know you bout it nigga
If you from the Chi throw up your “C’s”

[Verse 4: Vic Mensa]
From my block to your block, from Hyde Park to O Block
I’m southside to Oak Street to downtown to dope spots
Up in the smoke lot, up in the murder scene
They say you make ‘em come true, they wanna come kill your dreams
They pulling bangers on you, now tell me what you gon’ do
Either you fight or you run, you either win or you lose
There too many options where they poppin’ If I’m gone before they [?] was a problem
I know I kiss a killer like I’m rocking right beside him
In the fall they took my nigga, though the laws ain’t never find him
I’m dead every day, if don’t risk it then you never finna get shit
I learned the bigger the role, the bigger the pot that you done pissed with
Teachers thought we was punks, back in school we was the misfits
Used to serve in the days, after school I did the dishes
Shoutout to my boss who fired me on some bitch shit
And all the teachers who said I’d never get shit

[Hook: Michael Anthony]
If you come from my home
You’ll probably catch me in the Windy, off some Sweets and some Remy
I don’t sleep, we be winning
If you come from my home
You know the opps on the rise, when we see ‘em we say fuck ‘em, Savemoney still alive
If you come from my home
You’ll probably catch us on a train in a daze, 20 deep blowing loud at the lames
If you come from my home
Eyes scorched, jealous thoughts tryin’ to derail us

[Bridge]
We’re all lil niggas, got all lil triggers, done all got bigger
(If you come from my home)
Then let ‘em know you bout it nigga
If you from the Chi throw up your “C’s”

Stitches – Through The Mail letras

Im pouring up the pint
Im smoking on that kush
Whipping up cocaine
Bitch Im about to cook
You wanna sell drugs
Follow my foot steps
Then you’ll receive
Cocaine at your door step
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
I get cocaine through the mail

Im whipping that dope in the kitchen
Bitch you know that Im selling them pigeons
Bitch you know that Im serving them chickens
They hating on me because they know Im winning
Cocaine bitch
It made me
Mom gave birth to a drug dealing baby
I can’t sell to you if you a pussy
If you a real one would you cook up a cookie
Drug Lord
I am
When it comes to the mail
Im the man
I can out them kilos
In your hand
Don’t try to go stomp
Hoes staying on the ground
Feds watching
All day
I’ve been selling drugs
All day
Sending bricks through the mail
All day
Stay true to the game
Im one way
B.R.I.C.K.S
Through the mail
Through the mail
B.R.I.C.K.S
Through the mail
I get cocaine through the mail

Im pouring up the pint
Im smoking on that kush
Whipping up cocaine
Bitch Im about to cook
You wanna sell drugs
Follow my foot steps
Then you’ll receive
Cocaine at your door step
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
I get cocaine through the mail

Im sending bricks through the mail
If I go to jail no bail
Still flipping and that sell
While I make a call on my cell
Cocaine is one
Hell of a drug
Take a bump of mine’s and you fall in love
I only sell bricks I don’t sell dubs
And I don’t sell dope to no scrubs
Re rat
That’s you
Ripping off your costs those ain’t cool
You should come to my Drug Dealer School
It’s time for you to stop acting like a fool

B.R.I.C.K.S
Through the mail
Through the mail
B.R.I.C.K.S
Through the mail
I get cocaine through the mail

Im pouring up the pint
Im smoking on that kush
Whipping up cocaine
Bitch Im about to cook
You wanna sell drugs
Follow my foot steps
Then you’ll receive
Cocaine at your door step
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
I get cocaine through the mail

Lotto Savage – Trapped It Out (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane) letras

[Hook]
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I’m really living what I’m rapping ’bout
It ain’t nothin’ for me to cap about
All my life I had to trap it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I’m really living what I’m rapping ’bout
It ain’t nothin’ for me to cap about
All my life I had to trap it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out

[Verse 1]
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap going crazy
Junkie heat the dope, fiendin’ for the blow
Nosey old neighbor (double up)
Keep on calling twelve while pushing bail
Someone gon’ pay up
Pour up the 4’s and the lemonade while
We cook up in the microwave
TMT, Slaughter Gang
Gotta keep the choppa by the door
Fourty in the sofa, I’ve been whippin’ soda
Plug came in with the pains
Drop it in the soda, got me leanin’ over
Beat the block, and gotta feed the block
[?]
Selling ice cream to a dope fiend
Buying ice cream for the children

[Hook]
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I’m really living what I’m rapping ’bout
It ain’t nothin’ for me to cap about
All my life I had to trap it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I’m really living what I’m rapping ’bout
It ain’t nothin’ for me to cap about
All my life I had to trap it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out

[Verse 2]
If you take a picture, it’ll last longer
On your ass like some pants on you
Slaughtergang, slaughtergang, 2-gang, murdergang, smash homie
Trap house going crazy
Beat the block, now I’m having cash homie
All my nigga thinkin’ everybody bloody
Nigga playing, we gon’ spazz on him
I come from a Penny, no Hardaway
Now I heat the club and make a title wave
I got stain, I’m poppin’ like a microwave
I trapped the whole house out in Michael J
Michael Jackson that them Jimmy Choo
Drop the Mortal Kombat off and finish you
You tried to gain, nigga outbidded you
Lotto Savage having plenty juice

[Hook]
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I’m really living what I’m rapping ’bout
It ain’t nothin’ for me to cap about
All my life I had to trap it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I’m really living what I’m rapping ’bout
It ain’t nothin’ for me to cap about
All my life I had to trap it out

[Outro]
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I’m really living what I’m rapping ’bout
It ain’t nothin’ for me to cap about
All my life I had to trap it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I’m really living what I’m rapping ’bout
It ain’t nothin’ for me to cap about
All my life I had to trap it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out

Guwii Kidz – In The Kitchen (Remix) (feat. Fetty Wap & Oskama) letras

[Hook]
You ain’t got no crack, crack, pills, pills
Dope, dope, and weed
And the cash make ’em twerk
Suck, suck, spit, spit, and nut, nut
Do drugs then we murk, murder, hommy
187, call your mommy
And we got it out the kurb, kurb
The crib, the 8, go we, the 8, ball, ball

[Verse 1]
Nigga you ain’t got it
She get to twerking if she spot it
Throw that bitch a new shoe then we spying
Anybody’s drop, we never mind ’em
Shout out my nigga Mitch, that’s how we grinding
[?] stack it up, the feds won’t find me
[?] how we shining
On the ball, how we grinding
Time is money, perfect timing
Nigga watch the timing
I see you keep on lying
Your whole life, you been lying

[Hook]
You ain’t got no crack, crack, pills, pills
Dope, dope, and weed
And the cash make ’em twerk
Suck, suck, spit, spit, and nut, nut
Do drugs then we murk, murder, hommy
187, call your mommy
And we got it out the kurb, kurb
The crib, the 8, go we, the 8, ball, ball

[Verse 2]
Disrespect the 3, pussy, I’m gon’ find you
Got some niggas on the 8 and they grind too
And if they get the word, they gon’ come and find you
I been from the 3 since [?] was selling goop
Late nights on the porch and I got the pour
Fast bitch get it up and you better blow
These niggas hating and I swear to God I know
I been from the 3 so you know my ass I show
Your bitch just got word, now it’s time to hoe
And if she fuck me then you know she gotta fuck my bro
Grab your pants and your shit, bitch it’s time to go
Hit the trap, late night, jugging by the stove

[Hook]
You ain’t got no crack, crack, pills, pills
Dope, dope, and weed
And the cash make ’em twerk
Suck, suck, spit, spit, and nut, nut
Do drugs then we murk, murder, hommy
187, call your mommy
And we got it out the kurb, kurb
The crib, the 8, go we, the 8, ball, ball

[Verse 3: Fetty Wap]
You ain’t got no weed, ain’t got no pussy, ain’t got no trap
You ain’t talk no bands, ain’t talk to stacks, ain’t talk no racks
Got a big ass gun, if I pull it up then she go blah
If I call her cunt, that nigga pop with the mac
Ay, 20 second on the world, that’s all I know
Late night in the kitchen, water whipping blow
All juggers ass, rack it ‘fore I kick his door
17 shots, right before I stop this hoe
Ay, jugger finessing niggas know how hard I go
Twelfth a second, nigga know how to roll
All I know is getting bands then I get some more
Late night in the trap tryna get it all

[Hook]
You ain’t got no crack, crack, pills, pills
Dope, dope, and weed
And the cash make ’em twerk
Suck, suck, spit, spit, and nut, nut
Do drugs then we murk, murder, hommy
187, call your mommy
And we got it out the kurb, kurb
The crib, the 8, go we, the 8, ball, ball

SHISHAMO – Natsu No Koibito (夏の恋人) letras

今日も目が覚めて聞こえるのは
蝉の声とあなたの寝息
こんな関係いつまでも きっとしょうもないよね
だけど夏が終わるまで
きっとあなたもそう思ってるんでしょう?
じめじめする部屋の中

いつまでもここにいたいけど
ねえ、だめなんでしょう?
だから今

夏の恋人に手を振って 私からさよならするよ
季節が巡って また夏が来たとしても
そこに二人はいないでしょう
きっと泣くのは私の方だけど 私からさよならするよ
だめね、私

潰れかけたコンビニで 小銭だけを持ち寄ってアイスを買う
あなたはいっつも一番安いシャーベット
公園では夏休みの子供達 それを眺めながら
またあのじめじめした部屋に帰る
大人になんてなりたくないなぁ

いつまでも子供でいたいけど
ねえ、だめなんでしょう?
だから今

もう一人の私が私を引き止める声がする
「このままでもいいじゃない
この夏に閉じ込められて
一生大人になれなくても」

夏の恋人に手を振って 私からさよならするよ
幸せな二人だけど あなたも私もきっと
このままじゃどこにもいけないから
きっと泣くのは私の方だけど さよならするよ
だめね、私

Dice Soho – Ripped Jeans letras

[Hook]
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now

[Verse 1]
Yeah I’ve been to AMG just start the engine
Don’t give a damn about a thing because we winning
They was sleeping on the boy in the beginning
But now the DJs keep the boy’s songs spinning
Now she spinning on that pole
They looking at us cause we spending all this dough
Cameras flashing soon as I walk through the door
No one can talk, no one can take no pictures
Rolling up a swisher I think I can feel the liquor now
I can feel it, I can feel it
She dancing on me, spinning on me, know she feel it
You see that double cup right there? Please don’t spill it
[Hook]
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now

[Verse 2]
Now it’s Goyard on the belt
Goyard on my slippers make your shorty melt
She eating that dick up like it’s good for her health
I know she fucking with me cause I got some wealth
The kid finally hot, I’m tryna give these niggas hell
But my wrist cold steel
New ice alert, now my neck on chill
Pops ain’t bitching no more, he know that I’m gon’ kill
Foreign hoes call me, running up my phone bill
My gang is smelling like a pound of OG
New mink coat on me feeling hella cozy
Back in high school that bitch act like she ain’t know me
Now them diamonds in my Rollie told that ho to blow me

[Hook]
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now

[Outro]
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans

D.R.A.M. – Cash Machine letras

I ain’t talkin’ to you broke bitches I got money now
All a nigga understand is, since that check came in
Everybody’s talkin’ like a nigga actin’ funny now
That don’t matter, all I hear is, since that check came in
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
Since that check came in
Don’t you know that I got that bag
And best believe my mama straight
I sent some bands to Tatiana
And if I brought you out I’ll pay your way
I copped a second set of goldens, these ones way more colder
I’m in the sky like all the time and now it’s no layover
My records all across the wave and there was no payola
This money new, these hundreds blue, I’m talkin’ no Crayola
My credit card is a plastic bankroll
Still keep that knot ’cause I get guap from paid shows
Got a palace in the cut layin’ low
Talkin’ to that
It does whatever I say so
I ain’t talkin’ to you broke bitches I got money now
All a nigga understand is, since that check came in
Everybody’s talkin’ like a nigga actin’ funny now
That don’t matter, all I hear is, since that check came in
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
Since that check came in
I used to get the coldest shoulders
But now I get the hottest ass
How I feel ’bout you is lukewarm
It burns you up ’cause I got all this cash
I’m askin’, “Where you work at
What kind of car you drive”
Beat down Accord, cashier up at Five Guys
I get thousands for the walk through inside
At night clubs, strip clubs, big bucks, yes sir that’s right
You done got left if you don’t got my new number
A rich man told me it’s a part of the come up
Remember when they used to want me to shut up
Now it’s ironic ’cause I only conversate with those hundreds
I ain’t talkin’ to you broke bitches I got money now
All a nigga understand is, since that check came in
Everybody’s talkin’ like a nigga actin’ funny now
They don’t matter, all I hear is, since that check came in
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
Since that check came in

21 Savage & Metro Boomin – No Heart letras

[Hook]
Young Savage, why you trappin’ so hard?
Why these niggas cappin’ so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin’ all these rappers cards?
Cause these niggas pussy and I’m hard
I turn that fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I’m praying to my Glock and my card

[Verse 1]
I sit back and read like Cat in the Hat
21 Savage, the cat with the MAC
21 Savage not Boyz N The Hood but I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the back
Stuart Little, heard these niggas some rats
Pockets full of cheese, bitch I got racks
I’m a real street nigga bitch
I am not one of these niggas bangin’ on wax
Pussy niggas love sneak dissing ’til I pull up on ’em, slap ’em out with the fire
Wet your mama’s house, wet your grandma’s house, keep shootin’ until somebody die
So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar, thought it was Fourth of July
You was with your friends playing Nintendo, I was playin’ ’round with that fire
Seventh grade I got caught with a pistol, sent me to Pantherville
Eighth grade started playin’ football, then I was like fuck the field
Ninth grade I was knocking niggas out, nigga like Holyfield
Fast forward nigga, 2016 and I’m screaming fuck a deal
Bad bitch with me, she so thick, I don’t even need a pill
I listen to your raps, thought you was hard
You ain’t even street for real
Niggas love sneak dissing on twitter
They don’t want beef for real
And all these niggas play like they tough
’till a nigga get killed
’till a nigga get spilled, ’til your blood get spilled
I’ma at your favorite rapper, shoot him like I’m John Dill’
“I been with you since day one, Savage I ain’t even hating”
So what’s up with all that Instagram shit?
“Savage I was just playin'”
Y’all pussy niggas fakin’, bitch I hang around them Haitians
Pull up on you, tie your kids up
Pistol whip you while your bitch naked
“Come on man, Savage you know I always play your mixtape”
Yeah nigga fuck all that, ask your bitch how my dick tastes

[Hook]
Young Savage, why you trappin’ so hard?
Why these niggas cappin’ so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin’ all these rappers cards?
Cause these niggas pussy and I’m hard
I turn that fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I’m praying to my Glock and my card

[Verse 2]
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he wrappin’ a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
Chain swangin’, diamonds blangin’, hold up
Pistol swangin’, gang bangin’, hold up
Niggas actin’ like groupies, they don’t know us
Little do they know their bitches fuckin’ on the tour bus

[Hook]
Young Savage, why you trappin’ so hard?
Why these niggas cappin’ so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin’ all these rappers cards?
Cause these niggas pussy and I’m hard
I turn that fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I grew up in the streets without no heart

[Outro]
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he rappin’ a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt

Tiara Thomas – Otw letras

[Verse 1]
When I get some new hoes, I might start releasin’ some niggas
I’m too old for this shit, I might just be teasin’ these niggas
I told ’em slow down, oh woah, woah, woah, woah
I ain’t a hoe, no no no no
I entertain’ but some niggas lackin’
And you phoney as hell cause you can’t get inside this
Maybe I lied
Maybe I might

[Hook]
I just notify the doorman
He know you comin’, he’ll let you in
I gotta come if you comin’ here
He sent a text like I’m comin’ in
I’m on the way, on the way, on the way
I’m on the way, on the way, I’m on the way
On the way, on the way, on the way
I’m on the way, I’m on the way, I’m on the way
Maybe I lied
Maybe I might
I’m on the way, on the way, on the way
I’m on the way, I’m on the way, I’m on the

[Verse 2]
Let me know when you on the road
You know how it goes, you can’t fuck me though
But my pussy stay, to just below my waist
Now kiss me so I can taste, now kiss me so you don’t waste
So good I can fall in love but you might fall quicker, yeah yeah
And I know you won’t cause I’m [?], yeah yeah yeah
Baby, I
I don’t mind

[Hook]
I just notify the doorman
He know you comin’, he’ll let you in
I gotta come if you comin’ here
He sent a text like I’m comin’ in
I’m on the way, on the way, on the way
I’m on the way, on the way, I’m on the way
On the way, on the way, on the way
I’m on the way, I’m on the way, I’m on the way
Maybe I lied
Maybe I might
I’m on the way, on the way, on the way
I’m on the way, I’m on the way, I’m on the

Sofi de la Torre – Flex Your Way Out (feat. Blackbear) letras

[Verse 1: Sofi de la Torre]
You are not the same
I can’t pretend you are
And I am ever-changing too
But I’d take a shot for you
Any damn day and you know it
Ride with you down any dead end
Full speed just to show it
But you are not the same
I can’t pretend you are
Circumstances changed the very core of us
But I’ve been down every step of the way and you know it
Had you from day one, but boy, go ahead and ignore it

[Chorus: Sofi de la Torre]
Go ahead and play with another – not me, I’m done, I’m done
Love with another or several others, I’m done, I’m done
Flex your way outta’ here, go flex your way outta’ here
Go ‘head and play with another – not me
I’m done, I’m done
[Verse 2: Blackbear]
(Yeah) You are not the same and don’t pretend you are
Why should I be feeling so alone, when we’re just chillin’
Girl, I don’t know what to say to ya
Other than I know I fucked up, I’m sorry (Yeah)
And I held you down when no one was around
Will you stop me, if I’m leaving

[Hook: Sofi de la Torre]
Go ahead and play with another – not me, I’m done, I’m done
Love with another or several others, I’m done, I’m done
Flex your way outta’ here, go flex your way outta’ here
Go ‘head and play with another – not me
I’m done, I’m done

[Bridge: Sofi de la Torre]
We are not the same, I can’t pretend we are
And I cannot ask more of you
I’d love to say I’m above it but fuck it, I’m salty
Cause split seconds don’t mean a thing
When the days are this toxic

[Hook]
Go ahead and play with another – not me, I’m done, I’m done
Love with another or several others, I’m done, I’m done
Flex your way outta’ here, go flex your way outta’ here
Go ‘head and play with another – not me
I’m done, I’m done
Go ahead and play with another – not me, I’m done, I’m done
Love with another or several others, I’m done, I’m done
Flex your way outta’ here, go flex your way outta’ here
Go ‘head and play with another – not me
I’m done, I’m done

RiFF RaFF – Vibe letras

[Hook]
Out of body out of mind
Floating in-between the ligths
In my head I’m acting like
Ain’t nobody gonna kill my vibe
Out of body out of mind
Pretty sure I’ll be alright
In my head I’m acting like
Ain’t nobody gonna kill my vibe
Ain’t nobody gonna kill my vibe

[Verse 1: RiFF RAFF]
First off pay off your taxes
Accountant doing back flips pockets doing gymnastics
Dropped off my 40 percent to Uncle Sam
Damn fam can’t I cop the cram’ Lamb
I must vacation on the regular
No behind the scenes put away your cellular
No phone service in Amsterdam
Don’t touch my hand I shine my nails
I need three shots of gin in my ginger ale
Here take my keys I can’t see too well
My feet need to meet the beach in East Greece
My body needs to sleep beneath Versace sheets
RiFF

[Hook]
Out of body out of mind
Floating in-between the lights
In my head I’m acting like
Ain’t nobody gonna kill my vibe
Out of body out of mind
Pretty sure I’ll be alright
In my head I’m acting like
Ain’t nobody gonna kill my vibe
Ain’t nobody gonna kill my vibe

[Verse 2: RiFF RAFF]
Never meant to get bent out of shape
But I ain’t too many steaks put on too much weight
Gained seventy pounds you could see it in my face
Lean down and I can barely tie my shoe lace
Fuck that I came back with a Gucci six pack
I don’t smoke crack but I put codeine over ice
Crack the seal in Nashville spill the syrup in my Sprite
If she act right I might bring out the rice
Back to me, back to doing whatever I feel
Back to you being annoying and keeping it real
With your attitude I swear I’ve had it up to here
I be damned if I let these haters get in my ear
RiFF

[Hook]
Out of body out of mind
Floating in-between the lights
In my head I’m acting like
Ain’t nobody gonna kill my vibe
Out of body out of mind
Pretty sure I’ll be alright
In my head I’m acting like
Ain’t nobody gonna kill my vibe
Ain’t nobody gonna kill my vibe