Future – Super Trapper

[Intro]
The top come out the Lamb cause I’m a super trapper
My pockets on Fat Albert I’m a super trapper

[Chorus]
I came up from out the ‘partments where they trigger happy
Bought my bitch a brand new Rollie and she still ain’t happy
Got that Cartier with diamonds and I’m laughing at ya
911 Turbo Porsche cause I’m a super trapper
Young Pluto is out the trenches, but I’m big and badder
I can’t never go back broke and that what really matter
Tryin’ to sabotage my crew? boy you a swagger jacker
911 Turbo Porsche cause I’m a super trapper

[Verse 1]
Rags to riches, fuck these snitches I ain’t scared, bruh
Cold and shiesty, put some prices on your head
I’m a product of da young nigga with dreads, yuh
Yeah my left wrist cost a bird, I’m a Tropicana serve
Shorty unsure
Hope we don’t do no sherm
Came from out the Kirk
Made myself a Don
I gotta do payroll
My check on Jose Canseco
First class Saint Tropez hoe
You do whatever I say so

[Bridge]
The top come out the Lamb cause I’m a super trapper
My pockets on Fat Albert I’m a super trapper
Two door Maybach on the schedule that’s the latest
Hard top Rari, Double R, hey, that’s Mercedes

[Chorus]
I came up from out the ‘partments where they trigger happy
Bought my bitch a brand new Rollie and she still ain’t happy
Got that Cartier with diamonds and I’m laughing at ya
911 Turbo Porsche cause I’m a super trapper
Young Pluto is out the trenches, but I’m big and badder
I can’t never go back broke and that what really matter
Tryin’ to sabotage my crew? boy you a swagger jacker
911 Turbo Porsche ’cause I’m a super trapper

[Verse 2]
All these foreigns got me lookin’ inconsiderate
All these ‘xotic bitches got me like a racist
I just throw that in the safe and then count it
My tennis bracelets lookin’ like a water fountain
I got Benjamins, they taller than a mountain
I was pushing dope and then hired an accountant
Lamborghini, I say Lamb when I pronounce it
The doors go lift up in the air and they so spacious

[Chorus]
I came up from out the ‘partments where they trigger happy
Bought my bitch a brand new Rollie and she still ain’t happy
Got that Cartier with diamonds and I’m laughing at ya
911 Turbo Porsche ’cause I’m a super trapper
Young Pluto is out the trenches, but I’m big and badder
I can’t never go back broke and that what really matter
Tryin’ to sabotage my crew? boy you a swagger jacker
911 Turbo Porsche ’cause I’m a super trapper

[Verse 3]
I’ll raise ya ’bout that fettuccine then some
Told her meet me at the boat I’m in its mad simple
I still will push the line nigga Julius Peppers
Keep money on my mind, got a bad temper
Paid cash, it’s very hard for me to do rentals
I can’t hate ya, cause I faked it ’til I made it too
Sober lady you betrayed and got deflated
I’m trying pick, this young bitch gon’ be my lady
I got bitches, different flavor, this one Cajun
I’ma pimp her, and her sister?, I’m her favorite
Keep it cordial with these niggas cause they traders
I’m on molly and its pink like it’s Ms. Piggy

[Bridge]
The top come out the Lamb ’cause I’m a super trapper
My pockets on Fat Albert, I’m a super trapper
Two door Maybach on the schedule that’s the latest
Hard top Rari, Double R, hey that’s Mercedes
The top come out the Lamb ’cause I’m a super trapper
My pockets on Fat Albert I’m a super trapper
Two door Maybach on the schedule that’s the latest

Alex Aiono – Work The Middle

[Verse 1]
Come and meet me with the lights low
Where it’s just me and you
Girl take me to the nice show
Give me a front row with you
Baby don’t say no, no, no, no
You know what I wanna do, yeah
I could be your maestro and never play you for a fool

[Pre-Hook]
Oooh, yeah I’m three seconds from way too gone I know
And I’m two seconds from blowing up your phone
You’re the one I wanna see when I get home
Don’t leave me alone

[Hook]
Come and meet me at the afterparty
Bring your body, mama work the middle
Just a little don’t tell nobody
Bring your body, mama work the middle
Come and meet me at the afterparty
Bring your body, mama work the middle
Just a little don’t tell nobody
Bring your body, mama work the middle
Just a little…

[Background]
Oh, I, Oh, I
Oh, I, Oh, I

[Verse 2]
I didn’t leave a photo
I keep my eyes close to you
Don’t keep me waiting solo
I already ditched the crew
Baby don’t say no, no, no, no
You know what I wanna do, wanna do for you, wanna do for you, yeah

[Pre-Hook]
Oooh, yeah I’m three seconds from way too gone I know
And I’m two seconds from blowing up your phone
You’re the one I wanna see when I get home
Don’t leave me alone

[Hook]
Come and meet me at the afterparty
Bring your body, mama work the middle
Just a little don’t tell nobody
Bring your body, mama work the middle
Come and meet me at the afterparty
Bring your body, mama work the middle
Just a little don’t tell nobody
Bring your body, mama work the middle
Just a little…

[Background]
Oh, I, Oh, I
Oh, I, Oh, I

Come and meet me yeah, whooa

[Hook]
Come and meet me at the afterparty
Bring your body, mama work the middle
Just a little don’t tell nobody
Bring your body, mama work the middle
Come and meet me at the afterparty
Bring your body, mama work the middle
Just a little don’t tell nobody
Bring your body, mama work the middle
Just a little… hey!

[Outro]
Now it’s just me and you girl
Oh, I, Oh, I
Oh, I, Oh, I
It’s just me and you girl

Sylvan LaCue – Best Me

[Intro]
Apologies in advance jealousy ensues but I choose to understand

[Verse 1: Sylvan LaCue]
I sip slow think slower. Cause people love to judge, when they barely even know ya
I’mma say that again, I sip slow think slower. Because people love to judge, even when they barely even know ya
When I was 7 used to rock soldiers
Hotboys had it poppa from the Nolia
I needa project chick from tha corner, cousin had a friend she was like 10
Even then I used to buy her blow pops from the corner
Valintine cards, milk money by tha quarter
Fast forward, now it’s dumb girls Henny by the 5th. 20 pump 6 condoms and recorders
Fucking outta spite kinda sorta, got engaged now I’m thinkin bout a daughter
Spend a lotta time even tho I can’t afford her, please keep it coming with the brown water
Please (oooh) back when I had plans of being HOV , wanted floor change for the quarter-waters
When I was naive to these things, I really wanna follow what my heart shares
Money ain’t a thing, till it’s not there
And bitches ain’t shit till you need a queen, and niggas all the same till you meet a king
You know whatchu need when you dead broke
You know what you want when you see the dreams

[Hook]
All I wanna do is be the best me (x3)
All I wanna do is be the best me, best me possibly

[Verse 2: Sylvan LaCue]
Upset drunk on a late night, 2 shots out from a drake life
Nigga I remember those days when I used to bump, Day ‘N’ Nite
Scott said I was on my own, since then I been on my own
Nah nigga (x2)
I ain’t neva had a mothafuckin handout, a bunch of mistakes in my past now I’m tryna stick to a plan route
But that’s life my nigga, sometimes shit just don’t pan out
Lately I’ve been tryna bite my tongue, dawg I’ve been in a fight so long, so long, so long, so long, so long. Wit Myself
Mirror, mirror on the wall why is it always an act to attack on myself ?
I could use a little slack, for the wealth
But I’m too afraid to ask for the help
Still attached to the past, and it’s felt like way too strong I don’t ever wanna wait to long
But I know if I hold on, know you’ve grown, go and getcho dough baby
Hold on know you wrong, just don’t lose your soul baby
Hold on don’t you know, love won’t ever fall baby
Killing my, killing my, killing myself bet I could use some sound maybe

[Hook]
All I wanna do is be the best me (x3)
All I wanna do is be the best me, best me possibly

[Verse 3: Sylvan LaCue]
Step up in this bitch like, (woo!) look at what the cat dragged in
Used to call my crushes on my mommas house phone, 13 and youngin thought I had it mapped back then
I’mma be rich as fuck, lemme bring tha racks back in
Had to keep me motivated in a city full of traitors, drug dealers, blood killers
Keep it old fashioned, (two choices) I’ma be my own captain
Robert Frost Theory, nigga never had siri
Thank God for the vision, that was brought back then
No new phone, I’m just done with all the acts my friend
You ain’t adding to my life, then you subtractin
You ain’t gotta hit my jack or put the buzz back in
Nigga hold the phone, caught up in the late night
Can’t stay for the day ma, had to catch a red eye have a safe flight
20/20 tunnel vision through the hate my, intuition got me feeling like Draymond
Circumstances I been trippin over fakeness
No patience, but I think I think to much (still)
I think I lack confidence (still)
I think I want prominence, dominince good logic & common sense
But that starts with me

[Hook]
All I wanna do is be the best me (x3)
All I wanna do is be the best me, best me possibly

Katy Perry – Chained To The Rhythm (feat. Skip Marley)

[Verse 1: Katy Perry]
Are we crazy?
Living our lives through a lens
Trapped in our white-picket fence
Like ornaments
So comfortable, we live in a bubble, a bubble
So comfortable, we cannot see the trouble, the trouble
Aren’t you lonely
Up there in utopia
Where nothing will ever be enough?
Happily numb
So comfortable, we live in a bubble, a bubble
So comfortable, we cannot see the trouble, the trouble

[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
Aha, look so good
So put your rose-colored glasses on
And party on

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
Turn it up, it’s your favorite song
Dance, dance, dance to the distortion
Come on, turn it up, keep it on repeat
Stumbling around like a wasted zombie
Yeah, we think we’re free
Drink, this one is on me
We’re all chained to the rhythm
To the rhythm
To the rhythm
Turn it up, it’s your favorite song
Dance, dance, dance to the distortion
Come on, turn it up, keep it on repeat
Stumbling around like a wasted zombie
Yeah, we think we’re free
Drink, this one is on me
We’re all chained to the rhythm
To the rhythm
To the rhythm

[Verse 2: Katy Perry]
Are we tone deaf?
Keep sweeping it under the mat
Thought we can do better than that
I hope we can
So comfortable, we live in a bubble, a bubble
So comfortable, we can’t see the trouble, the trouble

[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
Aha, look so good (so good)
So put your rose-colored glasses on
And party on

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
Turn it up, it’s your favorite song
Dance, dance, dance to the distortion
Come on, turn it up, keep it on repeat
Stumbling around like a wasted zombie
Yeah, we think we’re free
Drink, this one is on me
We’re all chained to the rhythm
To the rhythm
To the rhythm
Turn it up, it’s your favorite song
Dance, dance, dance to the distortion
Come on, turn it up, keep it on repeat
Stumbling around like a wasted zombie
Yeah, we think we’re free
Drink, this one is on me
We’re all chained to the rhythm
To the rhythm
To the rhythm

[Bridge: Skip Marley]
It is my desire
Break down the walls to connect, inspire
Ay, up in your high place, liars
Time is ticking for the empire
The truth they feed is feeble
As so many times before
They greed over the people
They stumbling and fumbling
And we’re about to riot
They woke up, they woke up the lions
(Woo!)

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
Turn it up, it’s your favorite song
Dance, dance, dance to the distortion
Come on, turn it up, keep it on repeat
Stumbling around like a wasted zombie
Yeah, we think we’re free
Drink, this one is on me
We’re all chained to the rhythm
To the rhythm
To the rhythm

[Outro: Katy Perry]
Turn it up
Turn it up
It goes on, and on, and on
It goes on, and on, and on
It goes on, and on, and on
‘Cause we’re all chained to the rhythm

Natasha Mosley – Drunk (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Natasha Mosley & Gucci Mane]
Whoop that ass
Gucci
Aw yeah, yeah
Wop
Mmm
It’s Gucci, burr, burr
Dodge

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I just want you to fuck me like you need me
Text me when you leave me
Bein’ with him hard as hell
But bein’ with me is easy
Breezy, freaky
Get excited when you see me
Touch me, tease me
Get mad when you can’t reach me
Gucci Mane and Tasha
And Zaytiggy and the beazzie
Tasha, you so sexy, fly
You out like every weekend
I’m diggin’, she reachin’
I’m climbin’, she peekin’
I expect grown folks to hate on us
Girl, everybody’s peepin’
I’m not so gangsta that I can say
I love the way she slingin’
Gucci Mane a money man
Look at all the cash I’m bringin’
I will show you like 200 thou
And that’s just on one pinkie
Girl, you got me feelin’ drunk
And I’m not even drinkin’

[Hook: Natasha Mosley]
Boy, you got me drunk and I ain’t even drinkin’
Faded off your love and I ain’t even thinkin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
Boy, you got me drunk and I ain’t even drinkin’
Faded off your love and I ain’t even thinkin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’

[Verse 2: Natasha Mosley]
Boy, you makin’ all the flips
We takin’ shoppin’ trips
Coppin’ drops and shit
Both got rocks on wrists, got rocks on fists
Ooh we ain’t even worried ’bout these bitches
Droppin’ hits, ain’t got a pot to piss
Her man no boyfriend until my partner quit
Relockin’ this
Just don’t be makin’ promises you won’t keep, baby
Time for you to show how much you want me, baby
Pick me up and put me where you want me, baby
I ain’t had your love yet, so don’t leave, baby
What that I like
Just here without you and I knew it
It feel like a knife
Just the type I like
And you so fine, you make it my mind
Just at 3 clock in the mornin’ when you hungry
This that I gotta have it, your one and only
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Natasha Mosley]
Boy, you got me drunk and I ain’t even drinkin’
Faded off your love and I ain’t even thinkin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
Boy, you got me drunk and I ain’t even drinkin’
Faded off your love and I ain’t even thinkin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’

[Outro: Natasha Mosley & Gucci Mane]
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
Wop
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
Gucci
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
Burr
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
Burr
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
I want your love
I want your love

Migos – Bad And Boujee (On The Ellen Show) (Live)

[Intro: Offset]
You know, young rich niggas
You know so we never really had no old money
We got a whole lotta new money though, hah
(If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot ya)
Hey!

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrop, drop top (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Verse 1: Offset]
Offset, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!
Rackings on rackings, got back-ends on back-ends
I’m ridin’ around in a coupe (coupe)
I take your bitch right from you (You)
Bitch I’m a dog, roof (grr)
Beat the hoe walls loose (hey)
Hop in the frog, whoo (skrt)
I tell that bitch to come comfort me (comfort me)
I swear these niggas is under me (hey)
They hate and the devil keep jumpin’ me (jumpin’ me)
Bankrolls on me keep me company (cash)
Aye, we did the most
Yeah, pull up in Ghosts (whoo)
Yeah, my diamonds a choker (glah)
Holdin’ the fire with no holster (blaow)
Rick the Ruler, diamonds cooler (cooler)
This a Rollie, not a Muller (hey)
Dabbin’ on ’em like the usual (dab)
Magic with the brick, do voodoo (magic)
Courtside with a bad bitch (bitch)
Then I send the bitch through Uber (go)
I’m young and rich and plus I’m bougie (hey)
I’m not stupid so I keep the Uzi (rrah)
Rackings on rackings, got back-ends on back-ends
So my money makin’ my back ache
You niggas got a low acc rate (acc)
We from the Nawf, yeah, dat way (nawf)
Fat Cookie blunt in the ashtray (cookie)
Two bitches, just national smash day (smash)
Hop in the Lamb, have a drag race (skrt)
I let them birds take a bath, bathe (brr)

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrop, drop top (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Pour a four, I’m droppin’ muddy
Outer space, Kid Cudi (drank)
Introduce me to your bitch as wifey and we know she sluttin’
Broke a brick down, nutted butted, now that nigga duckin’
Don’t move too fast I might shoot you (huh?)
Draco bad and boujee (draco)
I’m always hangin’ with shooters (brrah)
Might be posted somewhere secluded (private)
Still be playin’ with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille
Run with that sack, call me Boobie (run with it)
When I’m on stage show me boobies (ay)
Ice on my neck, I’m the coolest (ice)
Hop out the suicide with the Uzi (pew-pew-pew)
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
I hop out with all of the drugs and the good luck (skrrt)
I’m cookin’, I’m cookin’, I’m whippin’
I’m whippin’ into a rock up, let it lock up (lock up)
I gave her 10 racks
I told her go shoppin’ and spend it all at the pop up (ten)
These bitches they fuck and suck dick
And they bustin’ for Instagram, get your Klout up
Uh, yeah, dat way, float on the track like a Segway (go)
Yeah, dat way, I used to trap by the Subway (trappin’)
Yeah, dat way, young nigga trap with the AK (rrrah)
Yeah, dat way, big dyke ho get it though, Macy Gray (hey)

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrop, drop tops (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My bitch she bad to the bone, ay
Wait, these niggas watchin’
I swear to God they be my clones
Yeah, hey, huh
Switchin’ my hoes like my flows (what?)
Switchin’ my flows like my clothes (like what?)
Keep on shootin’ that gun, don’t reload
Ooh, ooh, now she want fuck with my crew
Cause the money come all out the roof
Drive the Rari, that bitch got no roof (skrt)
Wait, what kind of Rari? 458 (damn)
All of these niggas, they hate (they hate)
Try to hide, shoot through the gate
Look, go to strip club, make it rain, yeah
So much money, they use rakes
Count 100 thousand in your face (in your face)
Yeah, then put 300 right in the safe
Met her today, ooh
She talk to me like she knew me (yeah)
Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yeah
Wakin’ up right to a two-piece (yeah)
Countin’ that paper like loose leaf (yeah)
Gettin’ that chicken with blue cheese (yeah)
Boy, you so fake like my collar, you snakin’
I swear to God that be that Gucci (aye)
And you know we winnin’ (winnin’)
Yeah, we is not losin’
Try to play your song, it ain’t move me (what?)
Saw your girl once, now she choosin’ (yeah)

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrop, drop top (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

Meek Mill – Check

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Counting all this money with my brothers
I’ve been counting all this money with my brothers
And I’mma get money motherfucker

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom, flexing from the bottom
We just want the money the respect and all the power
The money and the power fucking up a check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check
These bitches fucking for a check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom
Jumping out them Rari’s nigga do we have a problem
They say we ain’t bout it wonder why they never tried us
We be flexing on the bitches and be cutting on the robbers
Fucking up them 36’s with 30 bitches
No love for them dirty niggas we pouring liquor
The way we ball they know we richer
I feel like Richard
[?]
Look at all these young niggas, looking like we robbed the plug nigga
I only shop if its in blood nigga
And hold that chopper like its a grudge nigga

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom, flexing from the bottom
We just want the money the respect and all the power
The money and the power fucking up a check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check
These bitches fucking for a check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Count up that money they know we balling for sure
We stack them fifties and hundreds and leave the ones on the floor
I tell her get what you wanted I bet she coming for sure
Them bad bitches be flocking soon as we come in the door
Young Philly nigga fuck a check up on your main ho
Busting down the Rollie diamond dealing like a rainbow
I do what I want to I go places that you can’t go
Leaning in my motherfucking Phantom like a [?]
I fuck all my bitches on the jet, jet, jet, jet
You fuck all your hoes and pay a check, check, check, check
She could bless the kid out of respect, pect, pect, pect
Let her count the money now she wet, wet, wet, wet

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom, flexing from the bottom
We just want the money the respect and all the power
The money and the power fucking up a check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check
These bitches fucking for a check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Look at all these young niggas, drug dealers
Lookin’ like we came up on the plug nigga
Pick that fuck that check up in the club
And then buy your bitch a bag straight out of love nigga
I’m talking young niggas, drug dealers
Swerving in the Phantom sipping mud nigga
This the hit they love nigga

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom, flexing from the bottom
We just want the money the respect and all the power
The money and the power fucking up a check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check
These bitches fucking for a check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check

Lil Durk – Better

[Hook]
Police niggas gave us people love
I remember niggas needed us
Real niggas all I need is trust
Suck my dick I don’t need to fuck
Niggas wasn’t in the field with us
Niggas really wasn’t seeing us
In the way in the field for nothin’
A lot of pounds take weeks to come
Shit, you was my brother
Changed on me for that cheddar
You was my brother
Hey, we can do better

[Verse 1]
How you gon’ switch for that cheddar?
I’m on Givenchy the leather
How you gon’ hold a vendetta?
Just like I hold my beretta
The money and the fame it don’t matter
Me and my brothers got better
Niggas out here playin’ checkers
Never let a nigga check us
Drill the opps that’s what the hittas do
Fuck a bitch let her switcharoo
Cop a coupe, I’mma cop a coupe
Ride me I’mma pity you
You not my homie, these niggas fake they phony
I gotta get this money, Neiman it’s on me
Can’t let a nigga harm me, this .50 on me I’ll reach
Gucci flip flops and palm trees, show the world who to see
So get yo’ shit straight bitch ’cause I’m on one
Surrounded by the millionaires and I’ve become one
(Let’s get it!)

[Hook]
Police niggas gave us people love
I remember niggas needed us
Real niggas all I need is trust
Suck my dick I don’t need to fuck
Niggas wasn’t in the field with us
Niggas really wasn’t seeing us
In the way in the field for nothin’
A lot of pounds take weeks to come
Shit, you was my brother
Changed on me for that cheddar
You was my brother
Hey, we can do better

[Verse 2]
I’d done seen a lot niggas change
I’d done felt a lot niggas pain
On the block, Glock in my name
Birdman respek my name
Pussy nigga respect my name
You ain’t gang boy change yo’ name
Sneak dissin’ gon’ get you flamed
Nah for real gon’ get you hit
Niggas switchin’ up for a bitch
Niggas switchin’ up for a name
High as fuck and I’m in yo’ shit
Why you tweakin’ boy you ain’t the shit
I can’t believe I believed in you
1500 for these (?) shoes
Knowin’ the streets niggas needed you
50 shots and leave with you
Shawty nothin’ but my mud butter
Them niggas a muthafucker
I was with ’em in the mud puddle
Them the trenches, yea them the trenches
Yeah the trenches got love for me
Told the boys I’m 100
And I lost a lot blood from it
(Yeah)

[Hook]
Police niggas gave us people love
I remember niggas needed us
Real niggas all I need is trust
Suck my dick I don’t need to fuck
Niggas wasn’t in the field with us
Niggas really wasn’t seeing us
In the way in the field for nothin’
A lot of pounds take weeks to come
Shit, you was my brother
Changed on me for that cheddar
You was my brother
Hey, we can do better

Kygo – It Ain’t Me (feat. Selena Gomez)

[Verse 1: Selena Gomez]
I had a dream
We were sipping whiskey neat
Highest floor, The Bowery
Nowhere’s high enough
Somewhere along the lines
We stopped seeing eye to eye
You were staying out all night
And I had enough

[Pre-Chorus: Selena Gomez]
No, I don’t wanna know
Where you been or where you’re goin’
But I know I won’t be home
And you’ll be on your own

[Chorus: Selena Gomez]
Who’s gonna walk you
Through the dark side of the morning?
Who’s gonna rock you
When the sun won’t let you sleep?
Who’s waking up to drive you home
When you’re drunk and all alone?
Who’s gonna walk you
Through the dark side of the morning?

[Drop: Selena Gomez & Kygo]
It ain’t me
(The Bowery, whiskey neat, where you’re going)
It ain’t me
(The Bowery, whiskey neat, where you’re going)
It ain’t me
(The Bowery, whiskey neat, where you’re going)
It ain’t me
(The Bowery, whiskey neat, where you’re going)
It ain’t me

[Verse 2: Selena Gomez]
I had a dream
We were back to seventeen
Summer nights and the liberties
Never growing up
I’ll take with me
The polaroids and the memories
But you know I’m gonna leave
Behind the worst of us

[Chorus: Selena Gomez]
Who’s gonna walk you
Through the dark side of the morning?
Who’s gonna rock you
When the sun won’t let you sleep?
Who’s waking up to drive you home
When you’re drunk and all alone?
Who’s gonna walk you
Through the dark side of the morning?

[Drop: Selena Gomez & Kygo]
It ain’t me, no no
It ain’t me, no no
It ain’t me, no no
It ain’t me, no no
Who’s gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning?
It ain’t me
(The Bowery, whiskey neat, where you’re going)
It ain’t me
(The Bowery, whiskey neat, where you’re going)
It ain’t me
(The Bowery, whiskey neat, where you’re going)

K.A.R.D – Don’t Recall

떨어져 줄래 저리 가줄래
짜증나니까 불결하니까
치워 내 몸에 손대지 마
이제 난 너를 몰라
너 역시도 모른척해 날
다 안다는 눈빛 더러운 느낌
느끼고 싶지 않아

날 그렇게 쳐다보지 마
더는 내게서 멀어지지 마
I gave you all my love love
All of my love love
절대 보내고 싶지 않아

[소/지] 날 그렇게 쳐다보지 마
[소/지] 더는 내게로 다가오지 마
[소/지] You need to let it go go
[소/지] Leave me alone lone
절대 돌리고 싶지 않아

좋았던 순간도 기억이 안 나 원망만
남아 날 괴롭혀 수없이
내일이 없을 것만 같아
설렜던 순간도 No No No No No
[소/지] 더 이상 아무런 의미 없어
[소/지] 그만해 I don’t recall

[소/지] 더 이상 아무런 의미 없어
[소/지] 그만해 I don’t recall

피부로 맞닿은 고독의 촉감
싸늘한 그 체감 그간의 무책임을
탓함에 잇따른 죄책감
마치 데칼 uh 코마니 되받지 내 죗값
희석시켜왔던 지난 잘못들의 대가
엉켜버린 실타래 매듭짓기엔 허탈해
빛바랜 추억 속에 살아가는 건 비참해
I hope that (I hope that)
네게 닿길 바래 내 독백
쇼맨십 아닌 내 고백

[소/지] 날 그렇게 쳐다보지 마
[소/지] 더는 내게로 다가오지 마
[소/지] You need to let it go go
[소/지] Leave me alone lone
[소/지] 절대 돌리고 싶지 않아

날 그렇게 쳐다보지 마
더는 내게서 멀어지지 마
I gave you all my love love
All of my love love
절대 보내고 싶지 않아

좋았던 순간도 기억이 안 나 원망만
남아 날 괴롭혀 수없이
내일이 없을 것만 같아
설렜던 순간도 No No No No No
[소/지] 더 이상 아무런 의미 없어
[소/지] 그만해 I don’t recall

[소/지] 더 이상 아무런 의미 없어
[소/지] 그만해 I don’t recall

진심이 아닌 걸
I know know know know know know
[소/지] (I don’t recall)
아니라고 말해줘
Baby I can’t let you go
[소/지] (이제 그만 날 놔줘)
절대 못 보내 널 No No No
[소/지] (No No No No)
[소/지] 더 이상 아무런 의미 없어
[소/지] 그만해 I don’t recall

J.I.D – Never

[Hook]
Never been shit, never had shit, never knew shit, never out never do shit, damn
But a nigga never gave two shits
Never been a bitch, never had a Rollie on the wrist, never had shit, never take, never asking give me this, give me that shit, give me everything nigga, give me everything nigga
(again)
Never been shit, never had shit, never knew shit, never out never do shit, damn
But a nigga never gave two shits
Never been a bitch, never had a Bezel on the wrist, never had shit, never take, never asking give me this, give me that, give me everything nigga, give me everything nigga, give me everything

[Verse 1]
Never had a real dollar to my name bruh
Shit been lame bruh
I ain’t even in this shit for the fame bruh, it’s the pain bruh
Most of the niggas I came up (with), haven’t came up
And doing the same stuff, but I haven’t came up
This really ain’t nothing, niggas thinking they fucking with JID
Ya’ll got the game fucked (up)
Tremendously, can’t fuck with the mind of a mental fiend who dig deep in the depths when he into deep
I crept on the steps where the demons leap
And yell well show the Lord what He means to me
Oh my God, don’t be mean to me
We arrived with a bean or three
And it’s not what it seems to be
I can die, I can fly, I can try very easily
I’ma guy need a giant, she a vibrant thing, I probably won’t buy it
Bird bitch take flight, no pilot
Serve dick, curve bitch, no bias
Back up, back up, chick bad timing
I got to get on stage, you better get on page
I have you looking out the window pane and in the rain and in the thing, but in the way
If I say this is what it is forget the lip
Now what’s my point, now I forget
Got me fucking up my script, fuck this shit, I got this shit
Getting to the point where everybody say they from the block and shit with Glocks and shit and poppin’, pimpin’, trapping, and sipping lean
Ya’ll niggas fall for anything, you got the plug in Medellín?
Kingpin, you a pin king (Kingpin, you a pin king)
Bye, bye, niggas in sync
Try I? Nigga risky
Fire, fire from the wrist piece
Niggas shooting like the ’60s

[Hook]
Never been shit, never had shit, never knew shit, never out never do shit, damn
But a nigga never gave two shits
Never been a bitch, never had a Rollie on the wrist, never had shit, never take, never asking give me this, give me that shit, give me everything, nigga fuck you

[Verse 2]
Alright what you call a chick that don’t suck dick? You don’t
And if you think you finna come up this, you won’t
Down comes the boogie and up jumps the funk
This beat taking a beat and got hand out the lumps
Damn baby, yo ass stand out in pumps
That’s outstanding, stand outside until your man come
Or you can leave with the kid, we can plan some
You know I came from the dirt like a sandstorm
Nigga, this a 3 point and-1, and 100, Wilt Chamberlain with the hand dumb
Shawty love JID, let me turn into a hand puppet
She moan sound like German or something
Run game, bitches think I’m Todd Gurley or something
Give me jersey, I done balled so hard, I caught a hernia
Wheeled yo bitch out my bed in a gurney
You gotta leave lil mama, the clocks turning
I hit it first, Ray J or Ron Jeremy
They bleed like us so them niggas could never scare me
No niggas got more glow than JID
Barely scratching the fucking surface
You need work, you need purpose
Everybody good, everybody trap perfect
Everything cool, don’t nobody act nervous
Just ignore the fact that your favorite rap nigga is a sap nigga
We don’t dap niggas, get the rrrat from the ratchet
Get the pack out the package
Lil’ savage ass, ratchet ass, bastard ass, havin’ ass, rapping ass, jacking ass, wait
Finna black, green dot, send in cash, pen and pad, minivan, been in that, been with that bullshit nigga

[Outro]
I don’t wake up to the bull like I usually do
Young niggas down the block on the woopty woop
Better pray to God they don’t shoot at you
Dreams of cleanin’ this dirty money out my cuticles
Then a nigga make the crowd jump like Zoboomafoo
Shit’s beautiful

J Alvarez – Haters (Remix) (feat. Bad Bunny & Almighty)

Yeah
Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh
Hey baby
Yeah
El Rvssian

[Bad Bunny]
Otra botella mami
Viene pa’ la mesa
De to’a las baby
Yo la que quiero es a esa
El envidioso siempre habla como sea
Porque yo se lo meto a la que te pichea (Yo!)

[J-Alvarez]
Look the nygga the game
Y yo chingando en un motel
Y esos que roncan de ticke’
Yo les clave la mujer
Saben que conmigo no pueden
Conmigo no pueden joder
Vivo la vida como quiero
Mama bicho vivo
Como un rey
(You Know)

Saben que yo estoy alante
La movie está en play como e’
Explotando botella en la disco
Esperando quien venga a joder
Desde los tiempos de Yunte
Yo las traigo como e’
De la disco pa’ el lambo
Después pa’l avión
A meterle a tu jeva otra vez

[Bad Bunny]
Sonando como veterano
Ando con Yei el de capestrano
Cabrones ya empe’ santería
Tengo el booking lleno hasta el otro verano
Mi vida está hecha
Igual que mis putas que toa’s están hecha
No hay uno más cabron que yo
Hasta la fecha
En la calle la línea es derecha

Ra!
O se te acaba el tic toc como quecha
Les llegan mis indios a darte
Y no son con la flecha
Ya no tengo paciencia
Hijo ‘e puta
Si corto de mecha
Que me tire to’ el mundo
Total si a Kobe
Lo galdean entre 5
Y como quiera siempre la hecha

[J-Alvarez]
Hola
Cógelo suave
Que se me caen las pistolas
Mueve ese culo
Pero con calma en la socia
Quiero venirme
Entre el medio de tus tetotas
Yeah Yeah

Baby está en to’as
Y yo explotando
Las botellas de champola
Mueve ese culo
Pero con calma en la socia
Quiero venirme
Entre el medio de tus tetotas
Yeah Yeah
(Khriz)
(Jajaja)

[Almighty]
Adiós al 2016
Par de palos
Par de faults
Pero estamos en ley
Millones de hater’
Y ahora tengo más
Que sume los de Yei
Alvarez
Esta gente trata de joderte
Y le sale al revés
Yo tengo un espejo
Donde tú te vez
Critican lo que hago
Y no pongo interés
(Yeah)

Mi herma’ el dinero no falta
Yo tengo blanquitas
Morenas, indias como malta
Soldados en los caseríos
Que suman 300 como los de Esparta
Mira cuando escriben las carta’
Maldito los presi’ confían
Por eso es que desde la fría
Salgo pistola’o
Por seguridad mía

Querido hater’ (Oye!)
Te corro la puta
Como correteamos un skatear
Yo corro el equipo
Como corría Bryant
Con Jack jugando
Pa’ los Lakers
Dime porque tienen envidia
Mi herma’ tu dime porque tanto hating
‘Toy matando desde los eighteen
21 y mira todo este rating

¿Que si tengo problemas mentales?
Lo entendí desde que vacié el banco
Pa’ comprar metales
Ahora digamo’ un cabron
¿Ustedes tienen problem mentales?
Nunca juego papeles de falso
Mi herma yo mando de Abril hasta Marzo
Si quiero me alzo
Acordate hijo ‘e puta
Que Cristo también caminaba descalzo

[J-Alvarez]
Hola
Cógelo suave
Que se me caen las pistolas
Mueve ese culo
Pero con calma en la socia
Quiero venirme
Entre el medio de tus tetotas
Yeah Yeah

Baby está en to’as
y yo explotando
Las botellas de champola
Mueve ese culo
Pero con calma en la socia
Quiero venirme
Entre el medio de tus tetotas
Yeah Yeah

(Pa’ joder)
De camino a la villa
Flotando en la nave
Con culonas fina’
Diamante en el cuello
Me pesan bastante
Cantante con casa y piscina
Merodea en el banco
Y un combo hijo ‘e puta
Con rifle de asalto
Las putas en mi cuarto
Cabrones soy el favorito de los narco’

Eyh!
Yo lo sigo matando
Manito yo no les doy break
Yo te paso po’ encima
A mí sin cojones
Pa’ hecharle sangre a de calei’
Sigo haciendo dinero
To’ saben que es así
Yo me trago a tu puta
La pongo a mamar
Y la mando pa’ donde ti

Me querían sacar del juego
Y me puse pa’ mi
Me fui pa’ la caleta
Saque un par de peso’
Y los invertí
Cabrones yo soy intocable
Así que de mí ya no hablen
Yo tengo la ruta
El que la ejecuta
A esta altura
No vamo’ a bajarle

[Bad Bunny]
Otra botella mami
Viene pa’ la mesa
De to’a las baby
Yo la que quiero es a esa
El envidioso siempre habla como sea
Porque yo se lo meto a la que te pichea

Hear This Music baby
Top of the World
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
Almighty
“Is the game changer”
Bad Bunny baby
Bad Bunny
“El Conejo Malo”
J-Alvarez
“El Dueño del Sistema”
Rvssian
J-Alvarez
Mike & Tones
Yei “X”
Oyus Fresh
Díselo Luian
Hear This Music
We ready
Jajaja
Cabrones son intocables
Oye esto es
Pa’ to’ mis haters
Pa’ to’ mis fanáticos
Yeah
Porque ustedes son ocultos cabrones
Un hijo ‘e puta
Que je!
Una inteligencia cabrona
Pa’ matar gente
La industria es de Los Portales
Las babys son de nosotros
Tranquilo mi hermano
Yeah
The Official Remix!
Almighty
Bad Bunny
Jeje!
Este es movimiento es mío daddy
You know what do
Yeah
The big boys
Ah
Dímelo Merce’
Woah
Yeah
Na na na Yeah
Na na Yeah

Don Omar, Zion & Lennox – Te Quiero Pa’mi

Mamacita
La Z y la L
¡Don!

Ya no aguanto las ganas de tocarte
Pero en realidad somos amigos
Y cada vez que trato de esquivarte
Siempre apareces en mi camino

Hagamos esto realidad
Confieso que me gustas
El tiempo nuestro es ya

Te quiero solita pa’ mi
Pa mí, pa mí
Te quiero solita pa’ mi
Pa mí, pa mí

Sentirás lo que siento, si me besas
Dime si es difícil llegar
A tus sentimientos, que tanto piensas
Por qué no, nos dejamos llevar

Hagamos esto realidad
Confieso que me gustas
El tiempo nuestro es ya

Te quiero solita pa’ mi
Pa mí, pa mí
Te quiero solita pa’ mi
Pa mí, pa mí

Por la vida entera, mami si supieras
Que yo me la paso la noche en vela
Si me deseas, como te deseo
Terminemos de una vez con este juego
Tu hermoso cuerpo

Pide candela, somos calientes
Vamos que esperas esta noche
Saca lo de arriba pa afuera
Quiero que se suelte tu fiera
Te desesperás

Y entrégate a mí, cinderela
Tu estas sexy, pero tan bella
No me imagino la vida sin ella
Y mucho menos sin poder tenerla

Hagamos esto realidad
Confieso que me gustas
El tiempo nuestro es ya

Te quiero solita pa’ mi
Pa mí, pa mí
Te quiero solita pa’ mi
Pa mí, pa mí

Cuando saboreaba esos labios
Tu cuerpo se estremecía
Me antojó, como quería
En esos momento eras mía
Te lo di todo

Te quiero sólita para mí, cerquita de mi
Besarte despacio y decirte, todo lo que siento
Que tal si nos quedamos aquí, a poder descubrir
Los secretos de nuestros cuerpos

Hagamos esto realidad
Confieso que me gustas
El tiempo nuestro es ya

Te quiero solita pa’ mi
Pa mí, pa mí
Te quiero solita pa’ mi
Pa mí, pa mí

Te quiero solita pa’ mi
Pa mí, pa mí
Te quiero solita pa’ mi
Pa mí, pa mí

El Rey
Zion Baby
Urba y Rome
Jumbo el que produce solo

Davido – If

[Intro]
Your favorite boy tekno on the beat

[Hook]
No do, No do,
No do Senrere o
No do, No do,
No do, shakara owe
No do, No do,
No do, gararara for me o, ehhh

[Chorus]
Girl you’re beautiful too
my number one tuntun
sip burukututu
for your love tutu
i go chook you chuku chuku o
biko obianuju
shey you do me juju
cos im feeling the juju

[Verse – 1]
Shake it o, take it
i wanna catch it o ,take it
you can have it o,take it
you know i gat this o,take it

[Bridge]
I love you , i love you,
i love you, i love you
there’s nothing above you,
there’s nothing above you,
above you above you
Bridget eh, i like your mini skirt o
oh girl you carry sense o
if i tell say i love you o,
my money, my body,
na your own o baby,
thirty trillion for the account o, yeh
versace and gucci for your body o baby,

[Hook]
No do, No do,
No do Senrere o
No do, No do,
No do, shakara owe
No do, No do,
No do, gararara for me o, ehhh

[Chorus]
Girl you’re beautiful too
my number one tuntun
sip burukututu
for your love tutu
i go chook you chuku chuku o
biko obianuju
shey you do me juju
cos im feeling the juju

[Verse -2]
And you know say nobody holy
but i no go tell you story
i gotta be your man,i gotta be your man,
lemme talk to you, say a few things,
girl im feeling you,
what is up to you,
shey you know i gat you

[Bridge]
I love you ,i love you,
i love you, i love you
there’s nothing above you,
there’s nothing above you,
above you above you
Bridget eh, i like your mini skirt o
oh girl you carry sense o
if i tell say i love you o,
my money,my body,
na ur own o baby,
thirty trillion for the account o,yeh
versace and gucci for your body o baby,

[Hook]
No do, No do,
No do Senrere o
No do, No do,
No do, shakara owe
No do, No do,
No do, gararara for me o, ehhh

Your favorite boy tekno on the beat

Arcangel – Me Acostumbre (feat. Bad Bunny)

[ARCÁNGEL]

Hoy me levanté del lao’ izquierdo de la cama.
(De la cama, de la cama)
Que no quiero dramas y por eso rolo un finisito’e marihuana.
Par de miles me busqué,
joseando por la mañana,
logré comprarme mi cubana.
Me compré mi carro y mi mansión en la nación americana.
Nací pa’ ser millo, no quiero fama.

[BAD BUNNY]

Ya me acostumbré,
ya me acostumbré,
a siempre ganar como el 23
Ya me acostumbré,
Ya me acostumbré,
a callarle la boca al que no me cree

[ARCÁNGEL]
Ya me acostumbré
ya me acostumbré,
a no importarme el precio de lo que compré.
Ya me acostumbré,
ya me acostumbré,

[BAD BUNNY]

a clavarme toa’ estas putas de tres en tres.

[ARCÁNGEL]

Dejarme contarte como yo lo hacía hace 15 años atrás,
me sentaba con Yeezy donde cabe el kilo hasta que no quedaba más.
Luego las cosas cambiaron
y nos pusimos a cantar,
el mundo viajar, la funda a llegar,
ya no había que bregar.
No, pero si tu quiere’ que te hable de droga con gusto menor yo te enseño.
conozco’los capo’ y ninguno son sapos, dominican’ puertorriqueño.
No me llevo mucho con los empleados
(porque)
por la sencilla razón de que me crié con los dueños.
Un día un pana mío un par de millones de él me puso a contar,
duré toa’ la noche contando billetes y la mano me empezó a picar.
Pasaron las horas y yo estaba lejos de todavía terminar,
pa’ mi que eso fue una señal,
que luego me iba a tocar.

[BAD BUNNY]

Ya me acostumbré,
ya me acostumbré,
a siempre ganar como el 23
Ya me acostumbré,
ya me acostumbré,
a callarle la boca al que no me cree.

[ARCÁNGEL]
Ya me acostumbré
ya me acostumbré,
a no importarme el precio de lo que compré
Ya me acostumbré,
ya me acostumbré,
a clavarme estas putas de tres en tres.

[BAD BUNNY]

Me acostumbré a que el envidioso siempre me traicione
y que por las botas mi nombre mencione.
Yo siempre picheo en la mía tranquilo,
díselo Luian que te engancho este rabo de oro en el cuello
y ahora paso un kilo.
Las boobies siempre estelar,
si no me crees pregunta en el banco popular.
Los topos de kush nunca dan regular,
este es high star game y tú no vas a jugar.
Dando más palos que David Ortíz,
ando con los viles loco dentro le tiro ”aquís’,’
me acostumbré a modelos con flow de París.
Él me jodió Donald Trump,
aceite en el vap y ya no fuman blunt,
lo pongo a danzar kuduro como Don,
me tocan y adelante el armaggedon.
Gracias a Dios por el don,
desde que firmé to’s quieren coger
pon tus balas movía’l tapón.
Te puede’ acercártele haciendo el three sixty
y te damos tapón.

[ARCÁNGEL]

Ya me acostumbré
ya me acostumbré,
a no importarme el precio de lo que compré
Ya me acostumbré,
ya me acostumbré,
a clavarme estas putas de tres en tres.

[BAD BUNNY]

Ya me acostumbré,
ya me acostumbré,
a siempre ganar como el 23
Ya me acostumbré,
ya me acostumbré,
a callarle la boca al que no me cree.

Steve Lacy – Dark Red

[Verse 1]
Something bad is ’bout to happen to me
I don’t know it but I feel it comin’
Might be so sad, might leave my nose running
I just hope she don’t wanna leave me

[Hook]
Don’t you give me up, please don’t give up
Only I belong, with you, and only you, baby
Only you, my girl, only you, babe
Only you, darling, only you, babe
Only you, my girl, only you, babe
Only you, darling, only you

[Verse 2]
Something bad is ’bout to happen to me
Why I feel this way I don’t know maybe
I think of her so much it drives me crazy
I just don’t want her to leave me

[Hook]
Don’t you give me up, please don’t give up
Only I belong with you, and only you, baby
Only you, my girl, only you, babe
Only you, darling, only you, babe
Only you, my girl, only you, babe
Only you, darling, only you

[Bridge]
What if she’s fine
It’s my mind that’s wrong
And I just let bad thoughts
Linger for far too long
What if (if!), she’s fine (fine!)
It’s my mind that’s wrong
And I just (just!) let bad thoughts (thoughts!)
Linger for far too long

[Hook]
Don’t you give me up please don’t give up
Only I belong, with you, only you, baby
Only you, my girl, only you, babe
Only you, darling, only you, babe
Only you, my girl, only you, babe
Only you, darling, only you

Euroz – Eyesoulated

[Verse]
Whoa
Uh, we done came a long way if I must say
All them nights they slept on me, I was up late
Can’t nothing stop us, we still moving like fuck brakes
The mac plugged in they tryna pop up for that update
When you shining you know they out there with some shade
You fall get back up and walk it off, life a runaway
Supposed to take off already, still at the runaway
Switch lanes, shine coming to me like a one way
Homies fighting bodies till they touch base
So on the phone we speak in code just to touch base, that’s just to touch base
Now I got them on the bigger picture like it’s front page
‘Cause these days bros ain’t bros no more
I can’t fall for what they say they stand for no more
Cops killing shit on cam and get acquitted
So the cannons that be with us don’t be for photos
Born alone and I’ll be headed to the morgue dolo
Till then it’s Henny till we can’t pour no more
Cats I thought was part of the wave I ain’t sure no more
You niggas gassed thinkin’ I ain’t got it floored no more
We bout to pop while they bottle up hatred
Too many handouts, not enough patience
Too many RICOs not enough Aces
Been though it still hardheaded not enough fazed us
They buildin’ new prisons like it’s not enough cages, like it’s not enough cages
Do time, get out, hit your connect, think they plugged in the back of they mind, it’s not the Matrix
Don’t run in packs, don’t blend with the sheep
I miss some hearings but my niggas still be hearing from me
Cry babies growin up to tatted tears on they cheek
A cold world, I ain’t homeless but my ear to the street
Cold world, I ain’t homeless but my ear to the street

Still moving
Don’t forget the Z

Nines – Intro (One Foot Out Album)

[Verse: Nines]
It’s lookin like I might blow, but the streets need me
Lick certain man down and I can sleep easy
‘Member back in pen, was like livin in hell
Skyping niggas in jail (how you do that?)
I held a mirror out a cell
Still out ‘ere, wholesellin’
But my pen’s gonna take me out this trap like 007
It’s funny how times goes quick
My guy was on the wing for so long
When he came out he was homesick
All these niggas do is showboat and they don’t own shit
Thought I made it the first time I copped a whole brick
He says he’s movin Os of the white
So hows his creps look lean like codeine and Sprite?
Them pies come over water
So if labour wins the next election
I just pray they don’t tighten up the borders
Shit was slow, they try style on a nigga
Now they claim they don’t remember
They’re in denial like the river
Oh well, if my CD only were in the charts
Cuh when I re-up they ain’t seen this much white since the EDL march
Just got a whole shot
Got the stash in the whip
Press a button see a bird pop out like an old clock
She never wanna know me when I had a dead line
If she don’t fuck me tonight there won’t be a next time
Me and Keyz made a killin off the trap phones
These old niggas actin young
Little niggas act grown
I started this rap ting on my Jack Jones
So fuck the industry
They can’t kick me out the game like Smash Bros
My guy said where’s the ting, there’s paigons in the zone
Told him link me at the bando don’t say that on the phone
I told my connect I ain’t an amateur
Drop me keys big man I always pay my debt like a Lannister
Why am I still in the hood?
I’m trapped in this baby
Movin packs on the daily til my stacks lookin crazy
It’s Nines…

Nines – Going In (One Foot Out Album)

[Hook: Streetz, Topz, Fatz & Skrapz]
They don’t wanna see me elevate
Nina said it’s 1A, hit them with the heavy plate
Helped me out a couple times
Thank Allah every day for my nigga Nines
Ask around, you know we run the whole residence
My brudda’ Nines is like the Five Star president
And also they wanna know if my line blows
Ask Nines if I ever let my nine go

[Verse 1: Nines]
Pay for bitches holidays
Gassed hoes, turnin’ living rooms into bandos
School days I rolled around with techs and mags
I had machines since a kid like Dexter’s lab
I got the magic sticks, if I hit her hole for twenty minutes
Guaranteed she coming first like Bolt in the Olympics
I’m a boss, I can buy some
See my nigga get shot then run from the ambulance ’cause he was on license
Uh, my nigga Pebble done a key of food
Now watch them stones fly like Geodude
They ain’t whippin’ pies and spittin’ lies
Bum nigga starin’ at my watch for so long that he probably got hypnotized
Holla my man, wonder if you need haze
I just made twenty keys disappear in three days
And phone my connect like "big man, I need more piff"
Had ’em drivers picking up boxes like a forklift

[Hook: Streetz, Topz, Fatz & Skrapz]
They don’t wanna see me elevate
Nina said it’s one A, hit them with the heavy plate
Helped me out a couple times
Thank Allah every day for my nigga Nines
Ask around, you know we run the whole residence
My brudda’ Nines is like the Five Star president
And also they wanna know if my line blows
Ask Nines if I ever let my nine go

[Verse 2: Nines]
Uh, fuck the champagne, where the Henny at
Them niggas callin’ for the tin, we already strapped
Broke niggas wanna jam in my trap house
Can’t let ’em see all these packs gettin’ wrapped up
Plus I can’t afford to have none of these bum niggas stealin’
Niggas say I’m movin’ Hollywood but fuck niggas feelings
Probably faint if they saw all the bud I was dealin’
Fuck a ten, got the plants touchin’ the ceiling
Been in the hood my whole life, flippin’ them bricks
One day like Nucky Thompson, I live in the Ritz
Uh, I’ve had money on my head since I was eighteen
One foot out, how the fuck I’m meant to stay clean?
Fuck the mainstream, I’m a young rich nigga
All these stacks in my pocket ’cause I’m a big tipper
Niggas acting fugazi but this rap shit don’t phase me
I just hope all of these stacks don’t change me

[Hook: Streetz, Topz, Fatz & Skrapz]
They don’t wanna see me elevate
Nina said it’s one A, hit them with the heavy plate
Helped me out a couple times
Thank Allah every day for my nigga Nines
Ask around, you know we run the whole residence
My brudda’ Nines is like the Five Star president
And also they wanna know if my line blows
Ask Nines if I ever let my nine go

Nines – Trapper Of The Year (feat. Jay Midge) (One Foot Out Album)

[Intro: Likkle T & Nines]
Zino Records (Ha Ha Ha Ha)
Ice City, jewels we nah’ pity

[Bridge: Nines]
I came through in that hard-top
I saw them haters hearts drop
Oh you mad cos your crews bummy
When I come through I’m looking like some new money

[Hook: Jay Midge]
I ain’t the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers trapper of the year
I ain’t the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers trapper of the year
I ain’t the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers trapper of the year
I ain’t the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers trapper of the year

[Verse 1: Nines]
Uh, Ice city taking flight
That’s why niggas that I barely know be claiming that we’re tight
How I get more off ami than they’re making off of light
Them man there come like Andy Cole the way they’re playing with the white
I had LVs on my feet you was in some pumas
Selling food to the consumers now my room look like a jewellers
The worlds gone crazy everybody wanna be ballers
Could have put him on but he got a problem taking orders
Now I got most the city feeling me
But my money straight so I ain’t gotta put up with this industry
But if I blow then guaranteed I put on all my niggas
Had the whole block eating from the look-outs to the hittas
I’m a legend on the street I make sure everybody eat
Giuseppe’s on my feet the mandem get those every week
The street show us love cos there ain’t too many real about
I woke up this morning pissed off cos it was still a drought

[Bridge: Nines]
I came through in that hard-top
I saw them haters hearts drop
Oh you mad cos your crews bummy
When I come through I’m looking like some new money

[Hook: Jay Midge]
I ain’t the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers trapper of the year
I ain’t the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers trapper of the year
I ain’t the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers trapper of the year
I ain’t the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers trapper of the year

[Verse 2: Nines]
I told my chick I don’t need the stress
Got old money and I got p that’s fresh
Plus I had me packs and I bees the best
My plug had 20 bricks he gave me a key to test
Told him I ain’t got insomnia but I need the rest
Now they’re acting funny
Me, Jamal, court-side watching Andy Murray
After that I went back to the block, niggas hand me money
Now my chick saying that she stepping
Says I only care about myself and I’m a player like Beckham
Niggas violate the ting, know I’ll spray them in a second
If I had a record deal I still ain’t laying down my weapon
Little niggas think you’re trapstars cah you flipped a box
I’m bout to whip up so much yay I need a wicked witches pot
I’m strapped I ain’t taking a chance
So tell them labels I don’t need a advance
I’m in the crop house feeding these plants
Since Year 9 I always knew I’d be shining
Like Bart Simpson cah after school I was grinding

[Bridge: Nines]
I came through in that hard-top
I saw them haters hearts drop
Oh you mad cos your crews bummy
When I come through I’m looking like some new money

[Hook: Jay Midge]
I ain’t the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers trapper of the year
I ain’t the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers trapper of the year
I ain’t the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers trapper of the year
I ain’t the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers trapper of the year

Nines – Love 2 The Game (feat. Hudson East) (One Foot Out Album)

[Verse 1: Nines]
If I make her my chick, I might ice her off
I wasn’t always livin’ like a boss
I went through a Burberry phase
Blacked out like a goth
Probably been through more windows than Microsoft
Now I’m flyin’ straight, soon won’t have to sell packs again
Plus I’m ’bout to get this rap money that I don’t plan to spend
School days, I wasn’t doin’ chores
Ironic, mum searchin’ my room cuh’ I was going through them draws
Can’t afford to miss a few calls
And shouts to my nigga W for givin’ me a through ball
‘Cause all I used to do was unwrap packets
Now I’m ’bout to be in the fifty percent tax bracket
Still roll through any hood, tell Fatz clap it
Big ting, even if it grazes you a man’s cabbage
Uh, certified trap star gettin’ paid when I record a track
And I still can’t put my [?]

[Hook: Hudson East]
Yeah we got it from the ground up
Now these niggas and bitches wan’ be around us
Ooh mama, I ain’t fuckin’ with these niggas no more
And I ain’t fuckin’ with these bitches no more
Now it’s time to get it right, get it right
Yeah, made something out of nothin’
All these girls, they wanna spend the night, spend the night
But I’m givin’ all my love to the game, to the game

[Verse 2: Nines]
I don’t care about the radio, they play me on the streets
I make these niggas eat, I pay our wages every week
Now it’s show time, I got one foot in the industry
I’m ’bout to build a celebrity coke line
Fuck a whip, I pull out to the event in a helicopter
My nigga Bunz bodyguarding like Kevin Costner
So you can try and bump my lil nigga, Pebz a monster
Give a nigga fifty shots like some Effen vodka
Hands off, I let my soldiers flip it
Gave my guy the keys
Like I was drinkin’ over the limit
I got all these fans quotin’ my lyrics
Askin’ if it’s true
I told ’em "fam, if I wrote it, I did it"
Still young but I feel old
Told my worker to any kind of stacks
Make sure you check every bill fold
Mandem goin’ out for drinks
Can I bring my tec?
Gotta sneak this in the bar, no indirect

[Hook: Hudson East]
Yeah we got it from the ground up
Now these niggas and bitches wan’ be around us
Ooh mama, I ain’t fuckin’ with these niggas no more
And I ain’t fuckin’ with these bitches no more
Now it’s time to get it right, get it right
Yeah, made something out of nothin’
All these girls, they wanna spend the night, spend the night
But I’m givin’ all my love to the game, to the game
Oh no

Nines – Getting Money Now (One Foot Out Album)

[Hook]
We gettin’ money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They gon’ be horny when we see them
They gon’ be horny when we see them
We got money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They’ll be horny when we see them
They’ll be horny when we see them
I got money now, now

[Verse 1: Nines]
Stretchin’ keys, don’t need to give my ‘nect the P’s
Them man are still preppin’ D’s
Come through with my neck on freeze
I ain’t browsing, I’m spending G’s
Them niggas starving, soon bill a tennis court in my garden
I ain’t scared when they Yay’s touchin’ cuh it’s less risky when you pay customs
If you had my chick, you’d probably never cheat
But I be smashin’ groupies on these Fendi sheets
Them rappers can’t keep up with me
Ten racks, I blew it like a cup of tea
My nigga Jojo be in that lambo
Anywhere I go then gang go
Always wanted a penthouse
Now I treat the penthouse like a bando

[Hook]
We gettin’ money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They’ll be horny when we see them
They’ll be horny when we see them
We got money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They gon’ be horny when we see them
They gon’ be horny when we see them

[Verse 2: Nines]
Uh, whip up, made a fiend white the spoon
Hollywood lookin’ like the moon
Don’t think I’m gettin’ money now I won’t see a paigon and run him down
Now I’m on the rise
BMT, most the city love me just for being me
I went Africa, see niggas starve
Felt bad comin’ home business class
I make six figures every summer drought
Way before rap, I had one foot out
They don’t know how long I put ground work in
Now me and Skrapz soon be crowd surfing
Still riskin’ my freedom for my set
Re-up gang, I just wanna call the ‘nect
Hoes and dough nigga that’s all I get
Wasn’t like this when I was wearin’ Sports Direct

[Bridge]
We gon’ make it out the ends one day
One day, one day, one day, one day, one day
Look at where I come from
Shit’s so real, real, real

[Hook]
We gettin’ money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They’ll be horny when we see them
They’ll be horny when we see them

Nines – These Keys (feat. Berner) (One Foot Out Album)

[Chorus: Nines]
How can I give this all up
This is all I wanted to be
This music money isn’t enough
I just can’t get caught with these keys
With these keys
I just can’t get caught with these keys
With these keys, with these keys

[Verse 1: Nines]
Ask my nigga Nunu how we went through all them rubber bands
Remember when I kop the Ice hublot with the rubber band
Made 30K this week I’m nothing like them other man
I’m on a different level now but I don’t think they understand
Last year I would have stressed my pockets if I copped a Range
Funny how in a couple months, how luck could change
Old niggas on the track, bragging ’bout watch and chain
Next album I’ll probably rap about yachts and planes
Pull up on the block, all them yungens circle ’round the Porsche
Came a long way from the Gilera with the loud exhaust
Shit was slow, mandem was moving like some scavengers
Never going broke again I’m cool with all the traffickers
Jazzy said chill and let them young bucks spray them tools
Think they hating now, watch when I upgrade my jewels
My lil’ niggas know a nigga spend a monkey on some shoes
Trappin’ from a distance can’t see them junkies from these views
Grew up ’round some of the best niggas to do it
Now we fucking with them Albo’s they like the Mexicans of Europe
They don’t play me on the radio but I don’t give a fuck
I’ve buried P, went broke, then I had to dig it out

[Chorus: Nines]
How can I give this all up
This is all I wanted to be
This music money isn’t enough
I just can’t get caught with these keys
With these keys
I just can’t get caught with these keys
With these keys, with these keys

[Verse 2: Berner]
Empty boxes got me nauseous
Six burner phones in my faucet
We buy phones and we wash ’em
Digging holes to find a million dollars [?], ain’t sweet
I’ve been broke, same clothes for a week
Fresh off the plane I see badges fuck the D.E.A
This piece costs a couple more G’s, when it leave the States
Started from the bottom, with a key of yay
I’m ridin’ round dirty in this Honda, I don’t need the Wraith
They grabbed Stack, we just laughed when he beat the case
Cookies with the cheese, [?] bring me strains
Bring the jack back, I’m smoking for the JA
Black hoodie with the AK
Dirty money bring the devil out, bag the lemonade
Put my gloves on, then we send ’em out
80 for a 20 pack, yeah I’m talking locally
Here in the city, I’m still getting [?]
The rest of them getting 2, they can’t even sell ’em though
I could never sell ’em low, I’d rather be selling blow
Talking on the telephone, now he’s never coming home
The dope gang dirty yeah, they don’t love you until you’re gone

[Chorus: Nines]
How can I give this all up
This is all I wanted to be
This music money isn’t enough
I just can’t get caught with these keys
With these keys
I just can’t get caught with these keys
With these keys, with these keys

Nines – Stacey Adams (One Foot Out Album)

[Intro: Delilah]
21, I stumbled ‘fore they came to get you
You locked yourself away
Steady on, the guilty trials they’ll send to test you
I swear I cried that day
But I’ll wait…

[Verse 1: Nines]
Me and T getting long dough
Drove all the way to Amsterdam, just to have a three minute convo
Why do nice guys always finish last, went on holiday we were the only ratchet niggas in business class
First it was AJ, now Moncler every day
Armani I’m sorry I keep blowing up
Still ride out team, hand on my heart
See them shook niggas freeze up, I ran because I’m smart
Fans chatting like they know about the drama
But after we shoot niggas up i can’t post it up after
How’s he sitting on that grub with all them nitties on the road
Fiends outside my trap look like Call of Duty Zombie mode
Might aswell get a job, old geeza
Cause he’s been dealing with a Q since Moesha
How’s his re-up looking like a fucking Malteser
Can’t find a nigga in the city with them O’s cheaper
It’s Nines

[Skit: Nines]
Bruh I come out my yard B
I see some random niggas painting them fucking lamp posts B
There’s like 20 other lamp posts that ain’t painted
You really think those guys come to paint those lamp post, You’d think these guys are feds my G
There’d be fucking dodgy postmen
All sorts of funny BT vans driving around B
The hood pepper, it’s mad

[Verse 2: Nines]
Me and super flying down to west
Bitches say I’m looking fly I ain’t even dressed
Them paigons can’t walk the streets without a vest
Looking over their shoulder like a niggas tryna cheat on a test
Acting like he’s shotting all that coke
Looking invisible like he’s got on Harry Potter’s cloak
I been thinking about buying me a parcel
And if it’s TT, then nigga why I need a sample
The rap game need me, I don’t need rap
Food so peng I told the B cat, "I don’t need no feedback"
My niggas really gang bang
AK leave a nigga’s whip in the air like Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
If I rob my plug that would change my life
But I’m loyal to the soil mumsy raised me right
Do I look like I care if the industry don’t fuck with me
I’m just washing up this money like it’s cutlery
It’s Nines

Nines – Hoes (feat. Tiggs Da Author) (One Foot Out Album)

[Chorus: Tiggs Da Author]
Falling for these tings is a no no (no way)
They will get you set up on a low low
People wonder why I’m movin’ so cold
I know a ting that’s movin’ savage like oh no
Don’t trust these hoes
Don’t trust these hoes (no no no, no way)
Don’t trust these hoes
Don’t trust these hoes (ah ah ah, no way)
Don’t trust these hoes
Don’t trust these hoes (no way)
Don’t trust these hoes
Don’t trust these hoes

[Verse 1: Nines]
She wants a footballer or an entertainer
Got a man, but always talks to different strangers
Knows all the niggas that’s famous with papers
That weren’t the plan, used to do ballet
Now she’s twerkin’ on the ‘gram
She’s a model on Insta, but just a hoe for my town
And when her boyfriend went jail, she went holdin’ him down
She’s only 21 turnin’ 30
Had a bright future but grew up too early
The average nigga don’t stand a chance, just them high rollers
She don’t like boys her own age, only them fly olders
In expensive clothes, don’t get it twisted though
Some of the coolest bitches I ever met was hoes
She slept on him when he was on the strip selling deets
Now he about to blow, she the same bitch on her knees
Them hoes get round
Know every man on the [?] area
Where they always pop out like an ad on the net

[Chorus: Tiggs Da Author]
Falling for these tings is a no no (no way)
They will get you set up on a low low
People wonder why I’m movin’ so cold
I know a ting that’s movin’ savage like oh no
Don’t trust these hoes
Don’t trust these hoes (no no no, no way)
Don’t trust these hoes
Don’t trust these hoes (ah ah ah, no way)
Don’t trust these hoes
Don’t trust these hoes (no way)
Don’t trust these hoes
Don’t trust these hoes

[Verse 2: Nines]
He don’t know what he wants, he’s confused
Wants to sell down or be a player, he can’t choose
Got all the bitches on him when he rolls through the zone
But it’s always a problem if she goes through his phone
Cause she’s gonna see all the hoes he’s textin’
Plus he’s always sleepin’ around with no protection
Drives a nice car, looks like the niggas winnin’
But he’s got bad karma cause he’s always trickin’ women
But she won’t leave cause of his rep
Looks fly, knows that he’s bad for her, slept on those good guys
As long as he’s got his health and his wealth
He don’t care ’bout no one else but himself
He’s only concerned with sells
But deep down he knows he can’t go around hurting girls
Some of these chicks will get you wrapped on the low
And all these hoes never like to act like they’re hoes

[Outro: Tiggs Da Author]
Don’t trust these hoes
Don’t trust these hoes
Don’t trust these hoes
Don’t trust these hoes (ah ah ah, no way)
Don’t trust these hoes
Don’t trust these hoes (no way)
Don’t trust these hoes
Don’t trust these hoes

Nines – Nervous (One Foot Out Album)

[Bridge]
Something in your voice
Is tellin’ me that you don’t wanna leave until the mornin’
And that’s ok with me
Cause Imma kill that pussy in the mornin’ you’ll be moanin’
Imma give you Amnesia
Lay you out and down
Have you screamin’ down
When I break your damn hole
I ain’t no angel and neither are you, no
I don’t want no-one else just be you and we’re good

[Chorus]
Don’t be nervous babe, don’t be nervous
Don’t be shy now, don’t be shy
Don’t be nervous babe, don’t be nervous
Don’t be shy
Tonight we’re goin’ all the way
Let me work my magic on you, girl
Don’t be nervous babe, don’t be nervous
Don’t be shy now, don’t be shy

[Verse 1: Nines]
I see them niggas with their new chains
That shit ain’t even worth my bitch’s shoe game
Her ex is hatin’ cause I stole his girl
But that little nigga there can hold a shell
I know that nigga used to treat you wrong
I won’t lead you wrong cause my Ps is long
Come to my yard and chill
Help me count this half a mil
Got the rollie on or the audemar
She see me pull up in that Porsche car
Plus she hear I fuck like a pornstar
Baby let me take off that sports bra
It feels like months, and we ain’t spoke in days
I ain’t gonna chase her but I hope she stays
Give me a chance, cause I’d be more than nice
Have you livin’ like a footballer wife

[Chorus]
Don’t be nervous babe, don’t be nervous
Don’t be shy now, don’t be shy
Don’t be nervous babe, don’t be nervous
Don’t be shy
Tonight we’re goin’ all the way
Let me work my magic on you, girl
Don’t be nervous babe, don’t be nervous
Don’t be shy now, don’t be shy

[Verse 2: Nines]
Tryna make you my girl
No need to rush, I learned patience in jail
I give you a key to my yard
No more Nandos, we can eat the shard
Bring you overseas
Pose in sand, walks on the beach
Holdin’ your hand, I know you probably heard that I get around
But I’m gettin’ old, I need to settle down
But if I ain’t with you, I’d rather be lonely
In the penthouse screamin’, "free Stoney"
Stressed when I’m with them other hoes
When I’m with you it’s like my problems go
[?] past, I got a past
But think about the future if we’re gonna last
I swear down, to make you happy is my only purpose
So don’t be nervous

[Chorus]
Don’t be nervous babe, don’t be nervous
Don’t be shy now, don’t be shy
Don’t be nervous babe, don’t be nervous
Don’t be shy
Tonight we’re goin’ all the way
Let me work my magic on you, girl
Don’t be nervous babe, don’t be nervous
Don’t be shy now, don’t be shy

Nines – High Roller (feat. J Hus) (One Foot Out Album)

[Intro]
Zino Records (Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha…)

[Hook: J Hus]
Hopped in the tinted wagon
What’s the worst that could happen?
That hasn’t already happened
I’ve been outdoors for days
Getting paid in different ways
You wouldn’t know money if it slapped you in your face
I’m the high roller, bipolar in the fly motor
I’m the high roller, bipolar in the fly motor

[Verse 1: Nines]
Come through looking fly in some designers
Always got it, can’t catch me sliding in these sliders
Even at the red carpet event we had them straps on base
I only do push-ups if I catch a case
I’m just a skinny nigga with a army
Stepped my game up from the Mini to the ‘rarri
See them niggas acting like they’re bosses, they’re frauds
I shut it down in my city plus I be flossing abroad
Came through in a Audi or in that Honda Accord
All this gold got me looking like a Oscar Award
You ain’t getting show money how you keep flossing?
Rocks in the ring, ain’t fighting Steve Austin
I got all these model bitches on me to fuck
They wanna hit the cling on me like when I’m re’ing up
Hit the block for fresh air, write some new lyrics
Got the feds tryin’ to tap me down every two minutes

[Hook: J Hus]
Hopped in the tinted wagon
What’s the worst that could happen?
That hasn’t already happened
I’ve been outdoors for days
Getting paid in different ways
You wouldn’t know money if it slapped you in your face
I’m the high roller, bipolar in the fly motor
I’m the high roller, bipolar in the fly motor

[Verse 2: Nines]
Me and the gang coming like some Arabs
Spending all this crack money up in Harrods
Just whipped up see the white under my nails
Told my nigga fix up cah we don’t fight over girls
Got himself a mix up tryna line up some bells
Twenty bricks up off a Q, bike and some scales
If I blow I don’t have to share
Went broke tried to reach out, all them niggas left me hanging like a chandelier
Everyday a nigga hustle
Wrapping up in the trap house playlist on shuffle
Still post on the strip
These lazy niggas chill in bed
My nigga Keyz and Pappy probably wrapped up a mill’ in pebs
My new chick keeps the ting inside her blouse
And she ain’t been to my crib, I got a sidechick house
And I still don’t go home until my food’s done
Even bring the four fizzy on me in a school run

[Hook: J Hus]
Hopped in the tinted wagon
What’s the worst that could happen?
That hasn’t already happened
I’ve been outdoors for days
Getting paid in different ways
You wouldn’t know money if it slapped you in your face
I’m the high roller, bipolar in the fly motor
I’m the high roller, bipolar in the fly motor

[Outro: Nines]
Don’t compare me to none of these rappers, B
We’re nothing alike
Niggas be rapping my life
Free the team
Ice City going platinum baby!

Nines – Break Away (One Foot Out Album)

[Verse 1: Nines]
Sorry mom for all them times I got suspended in school
Gettin’ footballer money, my teacher said I was a fool
Haters commenting on my ‘Gram, that shit don’t faze me
4 pipes on the Porsche, yo my whip so crazy
Told Pebz "make sure you stay strapped"
I just left the label Christmas party to go and break down a pack
1a the hood, land all them shottas out of town
Went ‘Dam for the plug, now we the opposite of down
Tryna leave a nigga’s head by the pavement
Drivin’ round in this dinger, gettin’ impatient
Thinkin’ that I shoulda spent more time with my nephew
It’s fucked, seen them fake niggas shine seen the best lose
Pissed cuh my little nigga lost a few guns
Me and Pebz out in bail rollin’ with some new ones
I get money every time my phone rings
Wasn’t always fly, we had to grow wings
I’m still in the field where it’s fucking real
I ain’t got time to chill
I need a hundred mil
And way before the deal I paid my mother’s bills
Tryna cop a house in the hills
That’s how uncle Phil
Free my nigga Hydro, he just rang
When I sweep my floor
I’m finding bitches’ earrings in my dust pan
Told my Misses that she can’t fucking be my wife
Cuh I’m way too ambitious, you do nothin’ with your life
Came a long way from 7 grams on the scale
Feels like yesterday I was banged up in jail
Now it’s planes all the time, I be traveling the world
Fuck ‘Dam, I’m goin’ Spain they got amne’ there for sale
But now I’m in the office, used to doin’ business in the rain
Now it’s house parties every week, Sydney and Sharane
Should I fall back off the trap
Put my whole into rap
Niggas keep callin’ for packs
And I can’t walk away from stacks
Heard he put down his gun and his mask
Tryna live off his rep, who gives a fuck what you done in the past
Got a deal, still tryna make it off the loud
Don’t be standin’ with them paigons, cuh I spray in the crowd
It’s Nines…

[Skit: Nines]
These young bucks are fucked B
Like they look up to the drug dealers and shit
All the gang bangers, or footballers
All the footballers can’t make it bruh
And they end up flyin’ birds
All the Trapstars can’t make you think every little nigga gonna be Nina wid da Nina

[Verse 2: Nines]
Ay yo fuck the haters
Talkin’ ’bout we’re troublemakers
Everybody on me for a hundred favors
Me and Bund bunin’ flavours
Ask the neighbours
I was out there, mornin’ from the night
Used to say one day I’ll be a baller, I was right
All these groupie bitches around the country wanna holla
Yea I fucked the fans, but don’t judge me like your honour
Famous in the shooter
I just came from the jeweler
Immigration wanna dip my chain back to Cuba
Did alright last year, probably shoulda saved more
Lookin’ through The Sun I see my ting on page 4
I’m gettin’ bait, I gotta hide my face
Still got crackheads whistling outside the base
I just stay in my lane, I ain’t worried ’bout them broke haters
Probably get about 20 Phillips watch with no papers
Send my yungens shop for a box of latex
He’s been gettin’ money since So Solid was rockin’ Avirexes
It’s Nines…

[Skit:Nines]
Some of the flyest Trapstars I ever seen in my life
Or most of them, are ridin’ bird right now blud
Lucky I was flyin’ birds
But I was sayin’ "Oh lemme try this music ting as well"
Man was payin like…
Obviously I was payin’ for all this shit myself
I could honestly say, I don’t know how much I faulked into music
Mad Ps probably, I don’t know
Little niggas gotta fuckin’ invest their P blud
Or try invest into something other than trapping
I mean everyone can’t be a rapper blud
Niggas can do many other things
But just invest in suttin’ else B
There you have it, your boy a revolutionist ya know

Nines – I Wonder (feat. Akala) (One Foot Out Album)

[Verse 1: Nines]
I wonder if my parents never met
Middle man, made a killing yo I wonder will I ever meet the ‘nect
Wonder how these niggas sellout for a check
Wonder if she knows I woulda made her wifey if she had a better rep
Wonder why they don’t wanna see me shine
Wonder will I ever leave the streets
But I [?] so I can have a piece of mind
I wonder why I love buyin’ ice
Wonder how my nigga Cash and Hydro felt when the judge gave them life
Let’s go, I wonder how they cope
I wonder if my chick would still love me if I was broke
I wonder how all these guns get into my area
Wonder why they care about celebs instead of Syria
Wonder will get a L plate or get merked
Wonder why they care about someone else’s net worth
I wonder out of all tracks what’s my best verse
And I wonder if them paigons know they about to get burst
It’s Nines…

[Skit: Akala]
What kinda person would you have been if you grew up in Hampstead instead of Harlesden?
Once you grew up in High Wycombe instead of Harlesden?
Who knows, look at the stuff you’ve been through
And what you’re surrounded by
Your environment don’t define you
But how do you transcend it?
But at the same time, you’re growing
Mandem are listening to you, and youtdem are listening to you
What are you gonna do with that platform now?
That’s what you wanna ask yourself

[Verse 2: Nines]
Wonder will the lord forgive me for my sins
Wonder if them lifers hear me on the radio
Or miss me on the wing
I know they wonder what kinda numbers my bud line do
Wonder if them broke niggas know, I was just like you
Wonder will Arsenal ever win the league
Wonder why they notice my bad and not my good deeds
Wonder why I’m so cool with all this weed in the base
Wonder how’d it be if I grew up in a different place
Free my nigga Wonder I wish he was free
I can hear them sirens comin’, wonder if it’s for me
I had my hand on a scale when you was touchin’ the remote
They don’t put in work but got nerve to wonder why they broke
All these new niggas actin like they graffed it with me
Family member holla only when they askin’ for P
I know they wonder how I kill these tracks
It’s the middle of the drought, I know they wonder how we still got packs
It’s Nines…

[Skit: Akala & ?]
Would you be the same if you had the opportunity to access the other groups we would just naturally have born in time? No, what are we gonna do about that?
What can we build?
Can we change anything, or is it just set the way it’s set?
I don’t know, I wonder the same stuff all the time
There’s a certain essence that you have
There’s a certain spirit inside of you that has to come out
That is a part of who you are as well

There’s Nines and then there’s Courtney
They act like the mandem on the street corner are the criminals
But the real criminals are in suits and ties
Sending arms to crazy countries around the world
War is profitable, murder is profitable
You understand?
And then they look at us like "Yo you people are the…"
Our badness ain’t nuttin’ compared to their badness
Their badness is real badness and our badness is joke badness
And when you’re on the road ting you gotta ask yourself
"Boy, year in year out the food gets in and out of the country you ain’t got no place"
You know what I mean, and your connect’s connect’s connect’s connect’s connect
Who’s that man, you understand?
Illegal drugs is worth 16 billion a year to the UK economy
That ain’t used in Harlesden, or Tottenham, or Peckham, or East Glasgow
It’s someone else, somewhere else making most of that P
But there’s bigger questions…
Yo Nines

Nines – Trap Music (One Foot Out Album)

[Hook:??]
I didn’t choose this life, see this shit just chose me
Used to be in the ends, now everywhere they know me
I’m still that boy getting dough with my niggas
I lost my friends on the road to some killers
I still keep it 100, yeah, yeah
Now they call me whenever they want me
I’mma take it all the way
I’mma put my city on the map and that’s that

[Verse 1: Nines]
Line blowing, no time to sit down
And if the album does numbers, then the prices on the bricks down
Can’t take that prick’s behaviour
But it’s droughty and he helps me get packs like a fitness trainer
Still can’t believe the industry let a hustler shine
I’m flying birds, I bust my nine, I’m taking off just in time
Still ain’t ready to give up my line
I just hit the booth
Then it’s back to flip mode when I bust a rhyme
Trap music, made my nigga lock for fifty racks
Said his P’s in my dogs house like Frank Lucas
Most of jail niggas, all they wanna do is chat
Come like bitches on the wing, orange is the new black
My nigga told me quick, I don’t need them B flips
Don’t worry, I’m on the top of my game like Wii Fit
For the people that said that I’d never prosper
I’m gonna shut down Harlesden
Pouring money out a helicopter

[Hook:??]
I didn’t choose this life, see this shit just chose me
Used to be in the ends, now everywhere they know me
I’m still that boy getting dough with my niggas
I lost my friends on the road to some killers
I still keep it 100, yeah, yeah
Now they call me whenever they want me
I’mma take it all the way
I’mma put my city on the map and that’s that

[Verse 2: Nines]
Prada shoes, Burberry coat
It’s like these guys prefer me broke
Niggas getting rushed, it was funny but it weren’t a joke
Heard they want to run up in the base, it’s a myth
Guns all around the house like Mr and Mrs Smith
She said she never met a mobstar
I just spent two thousand on this tux looking like I left the opera
She thinks that I’m a thugged out nigga with P
But I’m really a nice guy like despicable me
Uh, if I’m on a madting, guarantee my niggas on it
Soon buy my mum and aunty benzes with some ribbons on it
Tried to put him on, but he ain’t got ambition
Trapstar to rapstar, I’m ’bout to make the transition
Man listen, the world’s full of mayhem
My nigga got rushed on cam, now he’s on bell for an AM
Grew up in this beef, it ain’t my own choice
Can’t forget them days in Barnet when I was grinding with my broke boys

[Hook:??]
I didn’t choose this life, see this shit just chose me
Used to be in the ends, now everywhere they know me
I’m still that boy getting dough with my niggas
I lost my friends on the road to some killers
I still keep it 100, yeah, yeah
Now they call me whenever they want me
I’mma take it all the way
I’mma put my city on the map and that’s that