Mike Dece – The Federation Lyrics (feat. Denzel Curry)

[Verse 1: Mike Dece]
Slidin’ out 32, pistol regurgin’ you
Taking lives faster than bops that keep hurting you
I am not urging you, serve what I’m servin’ to keep my mind straight and my plate full of holy food
Shots to your head like I’m Holyfield
Pistol beside me, my holy shield
All of this smoke keep me growing ill
Ho, I don’t give a f**k, cause I cannot feel
After the shit that I’ve been through
Demons deprivin’ my mental
Kill them like candidates that could have done the thing
But they done done nothing for you
I murk you gladly juug for your packs again, smoke em until my face sore too
Another galaxy, I am a magistrate we love our guns and our hoes too
Motherf**ker, I don’t know you
Motherf**ker, you don’t know me
Mike Dece I have been running in houses and robbin’ since I was like fifteen
Hittin’ licks with the AR-15s and I’m killin’ so clean that it’s crispy
Still C$PG till the CC, and I am still the block man, do you see me?
This is the place I’m residing and it will be the place that I’m dying
I pray that you faggots will try me and I will leave this whole f**kin’ club slimy
I don’t have no time for decidin’, I only break bread with my family
Always keep my pistol beside me, you are not f**kin’ with my f**kin’ family!

[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
I only break bread with my brethren, money same color, Namekian, couple green nuggets
Namekians, but you can’t f**k with a veteran
Niggas can’t f**k with the federation
f**k what you heard, we the federation
Take a photo like my nigga Sagan
Super Saiyan slayin’ to these salty niggas like they Himalayan
Bands like I’m Kado
Ketchup, no tomato
Makin’ paper rage it to mister rager
Bitches won’t cut it, cut it butter curry and no kamikaze
Head is in the clouds, I’m not Eddy Murphy
I’m master like Percy Miller
It is the Ultimate, Curry the killer
Caught it in the spot, I’m a armadillo
On the ground, like a black, middle cigarillo, smoking’ f**kin dro
Makin’ O’s, like connect 4, on these hoes
Put it down in her esophagus
She know that my flow is extravagant
Too much money you’d think that I worship the Baphomet — (NAH)
Preposterous, you are the offering
Obvious cause an apocalypse bumpin’ 2Pacalypse
I’m the Goku that’s made outta chocolate
If you makin’ money then I’m clockin’ it now
Keep it on tour, gotta get bust, I’mma get buff
f**k a rich slut, deep in the gut
Bust nuts then I’m out like what, what! Like DMX what
For a f**k nigga, who wanna PMS
You ain’t ever seen a real nigga ride BMX
f**k with the family, gang and ex then I’m at your neck with a f**kin’ tec
The rest I can say is C9 is the future and hatin’ ass niggas can suck a dick
We the federation, we the federation

Brynn Elliott – Time Of Our Lives lyrics

[Verse 1]
I don’t believe in the weekend
Every day we’re alive is the freaking best
Best day ever
I got my friends and my friends got me
We wanna be good but we wanna be free
Free together

[Pre-Chorus]
All of this love we are feeling here
Gonna make it last for a million years
Oh-oh-oh

[Chorus]
This is the time of our lives
Here and now
While we’re young in the sun
Got it all figured out
This is the time of our lives
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh

[Verse 2]
I don’t believe in goodbye
What we have’s out of reach in the hands of time
And we’re forever
Used to save the world on a BMX
I can’t wait to see what we all do next
It just gets better

[Chorus]
This is the time of our lives
Here and now
While we are young in the sun
Got it all figured out
This is the time of our lives
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh

[Pre-Chorus]
All of this love we are feeling here
Gonna make it last for a million years
Oh-oh-oh

[Chorus]
This is the time of our
This is the time of our lives
Here and now
While we are young in the sun
Got it all figured out
This is the time of our lives
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh

[Outro]
I don’t believe in goodbye
This is the time of our lives

Migos – Motorsport (feat. Nicki Minaj & Cardi B)

From CDQ snippet

[Intro: Quavo]
Skrrt
M-M-M-Murda

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop it like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?) we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears) gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift,) on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

Snippets from Powerhouse NYC

[Verse: Quavo]
That’s how it feels to get at me
It’s gon’ [?] on your backstreet
Sit so high in the nosebleeds

[Verse: Offset]
Angel make dark disappear
While I hit the gas [?] rear
Hid some racks in the back of the mirror

[Verse: Cardi B]
Ride the dick like a BMX
No nigga wanna be my ex (no)
I love when he go on tour
‘Cause he cums more when I see him less
I get upset off, I turn Offset on
I told him the other day
Man, we should sell that porn
Yeah, Cardi B, I’m back, bitches
I don’t wanna hear I’m actin’ different
Same lips that be talkin’ ’bout me
Is the same lips that be ass kissin’
These hoes ain’t what they say they are
And their pussy stank, they’re cash dissin’
Same hoes that was sendin’ shots
They reachin’ out like their back itchin’
Why would I hop in some beef (Why?)
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
You heard she gon’ do what from who?
That’s not a reliable source, no
Tell me have you seen her?
Let me wrap my weave up
I’m the trap Selena
Dame mas gasolina

[Verse: Nicki Minaj]
Quavo the QB, I’m Nick Lombardi

REMY MA – Another One lyrics

Heard you callin’ everyone
Now call ’em back, ’cause I got another one
Heard you was kiddin’, sayin’ I ain’t havin’ none
But that’s okay baby, ’cause now you my son
They like, “Yo, Rem go in again”
My flow cold, her ink froze in the pen
You gotta go, you gotta go, lil hoe
I kick a dead horse till it don’t move
Don’t come around me, now I got the crown, see
I beat you with punches in 48, you Ronda Rousey
The wigs and nose, you a whole clown, B
I better not ever hear you say anything about me
I came from behind bars like a bottle girl
No candy bars, I raise the bar, I’m like a bodybuild
All blue Maserati, sawed-off lil shottie
Put blood in your head, leave your whole damn head red, Lil Yachty
Oh, and if you doubt that, you can catch me outside, bitch, how bout that?
When it’s dark and hell is hot, I’ll DM your ex
Sittin’ here now like, “Who I’ma DM next?”
I handle these bars like a BMX, Grrr
Get at me dog, DMX
And I’m waitin’ for a bitch to talk outta her neck
‘Cause we got pictures, we got videos, and we got texts

Already took a L, now you got another one
I secure the bag, now I got another one
I caught the W, now I got another one
Yo, what’s that shit you be sayin’, Khaled?
(Another one)
Already took a L, now you got another one
I secure the bag, now I got another one
I caught the W, now I got another one
Yo, what’s that shit you be sayin’, Khaled?
(Another one)