‘American Idol’ Finale Recap: The Winner Of Season 19 Is Revealed

‘American Idol’ Finale Recap: The Winner Of Season 19 Is Revealed

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It’s finale time! Follow along here as the top three singers on season 19 of ‘American Idol’ perform one last time in hopes of securing America’s final votes.

On the May 23 episode of American Idol, the top three finalists — Grace Kinstler, Willie Spence and Chayce Beckham — will have one last chance to secure viewer votes. All three singers will take the stage for another round of performances. At the very end of the episode, Ryan Seacrest will reveal which finalist received the most votes, and that artist will be named the winner of season 19. Follow along here as it all goes down!

‘American Idol’ Top 3 Performances

The American Idol finale kicks off with a performance from Macklemore, who’s joined by the top three finalists for a rendition of “Can’t Hold Us.” Then, it’s time to get to the top 3’s solo performances. The group’s first songs were chosen by the judges. Grace is up first, and she sings “All By Myself” by Celine Dion. Obviously, it’s a huge song, and Grace absolutely nails it. Plus, she looks like a total superstar in her pink sequined dress!

The top three from season 19 of “American Idol’ pose for a photo. (ABC)

Next, Willie sings Ray Charles‘ “Georgia On My Mind” for his judges’ choice performance. As always, Willie shows off his impressive, powerful voice, and shows how far he’s come with his confidence since his audition so many weeks ago. Finally, Chayce takes centerstage with a Beatles’ classic, “Blackbird.” He plays guitar for the performance, too, and shows off his unique raspy voice while belting out the tune.

Before the next performances, we see footage of the top three returning to their hometowns and reuniting with their family members. For Grace’s second performance, she sings Whitney Houston’s “I Have Nothing.” Covering Celine and Whitney in one night is NO easy feat, and Grace did it perfectly, proving she can keep up with the best of the best in the industry!

Willie’s next performance is a rendition of Sam Cooke’s “A Change Is Gonna Come.” The performance once again showcases Willie’s talent, and even brings Katy Perry to tears. Finally, Chayce returns to sing “Fire Away” by Chris Stapleton. The song is the perfect dedication to those in his hometown and the people who’ve supported his career through all the ups and downs!

Up next is a powerful performance from Mickey Guyton, who’s joined by season 19’s top 10 finalist, Alyssa Wray. The ladies perform Mickey’s song “Black Like Me,” and it’s absolutely incredible. Mickey was actually once a contestant on American Idol, but was cut before the top 24, so she’s proof that success can come no matter how far you make it on the show!

‘American Idol’ Top 2 Revealed
Grace Kinstler performing during the ‘American Idol’ finale. (ABC)

After the first round of performances, one artist was eliminated and officially came in third place on season 19 of American Idol. Despite impressing viewers during the finale, Grace simply didn’t get enough votes, and was cut. Now, just two are left — Willie or Chayce will win this season of American Idol.

Before a winner is named, though, there’s more fun performances. Fall Out Boy is joined by some of the season 19 male contestants for an epic performance of “My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark.” Then, Chaka Khan slays in a black jumpsuit while performing “Sweet Thing.” Willie is back onstage next, and this time, he’s joined by Leona Lewis to sing “You Are The Reason.”

Sheryl Crow is onstage next to rock out to her hits “If It Makes You Happy” and “Everyday Is A Winding Road” with Graham DeFranco. Next, a fan-favorite contestant from this season, Murphy, is back. Murphy was eliminated by the judges earlier this season, and fans were outraged, so it’s only fitting that he returns to sing once again!

The ‘American Idol’ judges filming an episode for season 19. (ABC)

The next performance is from Luke Bryan and contestant Casey Bishop. They team up for an amazing rendition of “Livin’ On A Prayer” by Bon Jovi. Fellow judge, Lionel Richie, then takes the stage to sing “One World” with some of this season’s contestants. Lindsey Buckhingham from Fleetwood Mac performs “Go Your Own Way” with Cassandra Coleman next, followed by Alessia Cara and Grace teaming up to sing an inspiring rendition of “Scars To Your Beautiful.”

Chayce is back onstage next, and this time he’s joined by Luke Combs to sing “Forever After All.” Then, Katy performs a duet with Hunter Metts. They sing her song “Thinking Of You”, and it’s incredible. Then, before the final results are read, Willie and Chayce each take the stage for one last reprisal performance.

‘American Idol’ Season 19 Winner Revealed

Finally, it’s time to get to the votes. Ryan reveals that the winner of season 19 of American Idol is….CHAYCE BECKHAM! The show concludes with a celebration to remember, and another season of American Idol officially comes to an end.

Rich The Kid – Ray Charles Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff
Bitch-ass niggas
Ho-ass niggas, we countin’ this shit up
We rackin’ this shit up
Spent a whole M for the whole team
You know what I’m sayin, on just ice (Swear)

[Chorus]
Put a whole hunnid racks in my left hand (Hunnid)
I cook it up like a frying pan (Woo)
Bought my bitch some Chanel, cost nine bands (Bands)
I don’t see y’all niggas like a blind man (Woo)
Playin’ wit’ the keys like I’m Ray (Ray) Charles (Charles)
I can stuff a fifty in my Go— (Go—) yard (Water)
Crossin’ the border (Border), Florida (Woo), headin’ to Georgia
Ray Charles, I put my hoes in order (Ray Charles)

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, let that bitch play
You hear that? (Woo, woo)

[Verse]
Bankroll, bankroll bigger than ever
My niggas richer than ever (Rich)
Ray got a quarter mill’ out this dirt
He dug it up wit’ a shovel
I don’t see y’all bitch niggas like a blind man
Made a mill’ last night, think I’m lyin’, man?
In the trap, hit ’em with the frying pan
He ain’t got no heart like the Iron Man (Woo)
The bitch on my body, might fuck again
Bitch, I’m Ray Charles, gon’ and bring a friend (Woo)
Money countin’, keep it rackin’ in (Rackin’ in)
I gotta sleep with a F&N (What?)

[Chorus]
Put a whole hunnid racks in my left hand (Hunnid)
I cook it up like a frying pan (Woo)
Bought my bitch some Chanel, cost nine bands (Bands)
I don’t see y’all niggas like a blind man (Woo)
Playin’ wit’ the keys like I’m Ray (Ray) Charles (Charles)
I can stuff a fifty in my Go— (Go—) yard (Water)
Crossin’ the border (Border), Florida (Woo), headin’ to Georgia
Ray Charles, I put my hoes in order (Ray Charles)

[Outro]
Yeah, real spill
The first young nigga with a Richard Mille, huh
Nah, real deal
No cap
Boss Man

Zarastruta – Sem Final Lyrics (feat. Thegust Mc’s)

[Intro: Don]
Ei, eu quero só você pra mim
Vem, amaciar meu ego um pouquinho, vem
O lucro só depende de mim e nós sempre no sapato

[Verso 1: Bigu]
Um pedaço do céu eu to guardando no bolso
Eu to voando tão baixo, que nem mesmo te ouço
Me perco e te acho, lapidando um tesouro
Faço ouro tão fácil que me chamam de
Pirata cortando o asfalto contra o tempo
Minha linda, você me conhece há pouco tempo
Relaxa e aproveite a droga do momento
E usa pouco o que é bom vicia
Um bom de dia
Pirata cortando o asfalto contra o tempo
Minha linda, você me conhece ha pouco tempo
Relaxa e aproveite a droga do momento
Usa pouco o que é bom vicia
Um bom de dia

[Verso 2: Jean Tassy]
Ja to louco de Dreher, quem que induz?
Tu pelada na cama vira lustre
Só coloca mais uma do Ray Charles, que hoje eu ja to me sentindo Chet Baker
Acordei pra gravar mais um take num jogo de cegos que eu ja sei que precisam de mim
Mais do que você pra entrar no campo com mais sede
Quero ta com o bolso tão gordo quanto o seu olho gordo pra mim
Deixo o dedo do meio pros mais tolos que tentaram atrapalhar o meu caminho
Quem que enxerga?
Não julgue-me, entenda-me
Mesmo que o jogo te engana, ou engana-me, completa-me e siga, que o fim está próximo

[Verso 3: Don]
Baby, olha só o que a vida traz
Dinheiro no bolso pra ficar tudo bem
Contribuo nesse inferno mas
Tem muito desgosto pra quem ta pelo bem
A vida é um passe de mágicas
A cena não vai aguentar com tudo que ta por vir
Oh, Yeah!
A bunda dela é demais , quando senta é demais
Eu gosto quando olha para mim

[Verso 4: Maori]
Aquela velha rota à beira mar, que hoje é lenda
E aquele velho livro que a vida escreveu pra nós
Me lembro de cada minuto, de cada cena
E a vida sendo um filme que era estrelado por nós
Aquela velha rota à beira mar, que hoje é lenda
E aquele velho livro que a vida escreveu pra nós
Me lembro de cada minuto, de cada cena
E a vida sendo um filme que era estrelado por nós

[Verso 5: Bigu]
Você por cima o meu ego infla
Te vejo uma ninfa
Nos dois e mais ninguém
Completa minha pinga
Relaxa, só sinta
Fuma um haxa e brinda
Vem, Bem
Sem, Final
Meu limite é infinito
Bem mal
O teu olho tão bonito
Real
Mas eu me sinto esquisito, mas eu minto bem, mas eu minto bem
Mas eu minto
Bem mal
Meu limite é infinito
Final
O teu olho tão bonito
Real
Eu me sinto esquisito, mas eu minto bem, mas eu minto bem
Mas eu minto
Bem mal

[Outro: Don]
Ei, eu quero só você pra mim
Vem, amaciar meu ego um pouquinho, vem
O lucro só depende de mim e nós sempre no sapato
Ei, eu quero só você pra mim
Vem, amaciar meu ego um pouquinho, vem
O lucro só depende de mim e nós sempre no sapato

Sztoss – Wszystko Jedno Lyrics

Wiem to już na pewno
Gdzie popełniłem błąd
Mi tam wszystko jedno
Oni i tak mnie obserwują
Wiem to już na pewno
Gdzie popełniłem błąd
Teraz wszystko jedno
Bo już jest po nich
Bo już jest po nich

Stoi za mną ta moja banda
Chociaż jest nasz coraz mniej
Miedzy nami wszystko się zgadza
Nieważne jest twoje zdanie
Myślą ze mogą mną władać
Myślą ze dla nich to robie
A ja wznoszę się i opadam
Jak na sinusoidzie

Oni sa jak kserokopaira
Chociaż nie mówi się
Biorę nowe tune-y i ich sprawdzam
Wszędzie słyszę tam siebie
Niejedne już to mi odradzał
Mówił, daruj to sobie
Ale na to już się nie zgadzam
Mimo ze to moi synowie

Powiedz czego przeszkadzasz
Chce spełnić swój sen
Powiedz czemu wciąż niszczysz
Ja budować chce
Przed oczami ciemność
Zagubiłem ciemność
Ale wracam już na swój tor

Wiem to już na pewno
Gdzie popełniłem błąd
Mi tam wszystko jedno
Oni i tak mnie obserwują
Wiem to już na pewno
Gdzie popełniłem błąd
Teraz wszystko jedno
Bo już jest po nich
Bo już jest po nich

Oni wciąż czekają na mój błąd
Oni wciąż czekają na mój błąd
Błąd, na mój błąd

Nie chce od was już nic
Nie chce w ogóle was znać
Idę do swoich ludzi
Choć ich jest już garstka
Jebać to, solo mrod
Nowy sort, nowy sztos
Kto jak nie my
Nie widzę was
Ray Charles
Nałóż filtr, nałóż filtr
Te shoty z instagrama ,. dziwko, to nie film
Nałóż filtr, nałóż filtr
Dawno przestałem udawać ze mi zależy
Już mi wszytko jedno

REASON – Flick It Up Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: REASON]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Wait
Flick it up, wait
Flick it up, wait
Flick it up, wait
Wait, flick it up

[Chorus: REASON]
Flick it up, flick it up
I don’t work hard, ain’t did enough
Got a new bitch ain’t thick enough
New new whip, gotta flick it up
Flick it up, flick it up
Niggas flow sick, ain’t sick enough (Wait)
Got a new bitch, ain’t thick enough (Woah)
Tell her drop down then pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up

[Verse 1: REASON]
Nigga came way, way up now (Woah)
Hoes got six like touchdown (Woah)
Get hit like diamonds, buss down
I buss down, I buss down
Caught niggas stealin’ my stuff now
I can see me in a lot of these niggas
Shit start to feel like Us now wait (Wait)
Nigga so focused, head on straight (Straight)
No new friends, nigga dead on weight
Hoes on Ray Charles, shoot it like baseball
Knock it out the park then I slid home safe
Knock it out park then slid on home
REASON on fire, can’t do no wrong
These niggas gossip, I just want profit
Came from bottom, I just want lobster
Need my momma up in the Hills, no stress, no problems
Niggas talk shit, no comment
Niggas ain’t really did half the shit they rap ’bout
Nigga you ain’t never caught no body
You ain’t never sold no drugs
Nigga you ain’t never popped no molly
You ain’t never, wait-
If I really, really said everything niggas ain’t did, I’d be ain’t shit
You niggas ain’t shit
Came from the basement, glowed up
Smokin’ on stank shit, roll up
Niggas got capes on, hold up
Stop savin’ hoes that don’t wanna be saved
Comin’ up as a kid I was tryna be Jay
I was tryna be Ye, I was tryna be Wayne
Now kids say they tryna be REASON (REASON)
Feel good, nigga still can’t believe it
So when I’m at shows I-

[Chorus: REASON]
Flick it up
I don’t work hard, ain’t did enough
Got a new bitch ain’t thick enough
New new whip, gotta flick it up
Flick it up, flick it up
Niggas flow sick, ain’t sick enough
Got a new bitch, ain’t thick enough
Tell her drop down then pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
Nigga who? (Soulo) nigga what? (Yeah)
Your jaw just dropped ma pick it up
Pick it up (Pick it up), pick it up (Pick it up)
I got at least infinity flows, abstract, asshole
Ab-Soul, infinity stone, end game for my enemy yo
Pen game incredible hulk, big fangs incredible bark
Big Dawg on T-O-P, R-A-P-G-O-D
Wait, this shit as easy as winning a spelling bee spellin’ the letter B (Aye) H-I-P-H-O-P, S-A-V-E-D-ME
Amazing grace you made yo bed and I made my plate
Fuck is you thinkin’? Benjamin Franklin
Face to face to face to face to face (Face the fact)
‘Fore I hit stages, all of my wages minimum
And then I dropped the track that made ’em feel me
Like a cinema (Oh) How ’bout that?
Now I’m just killing ’em, grave so low can’ dig it up
Where you casket at?
Look at my bitch, ass so fat can’t pick it up (Pick it up)
Pick it up (Pick it up), pick it up (Pick it up)
Pick up the pace, maker
Your heart ain’t strong enough, brain ain’t smart enough
Gang ain’t hard enough, dollars ain’t long enough
Promise I’m droppin’ a Jimmy, should-

[Chorus: REASON]
Pick it up
I don’t work hard, ain’t did enough (SOUL!)
Got a new bitch ain’t thick enough
New new whip, gotta flick it up
Flick it up, flick it up
Niggas flow sick, ain’t sick enough
Got a new bitch, ain’t thick enough
Tell her drop down then pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up

[Outro: REASON]
I don’t work hard, ain’t did enough
Got a new bitch ain’t thick enough
New new whip, I flick it up
Flick it up, flick it up
Niggas flow sick, ain’t sick enough
Got a new bitch, ain’t thick enough
Tell her drop down then pick it up
Bitch

Kevin Gates – Let It Sing lyrics

[Intro]
Nigga won’t tell me, talkin’ ’bout some
You twenty percent more in it (who’s that?)
Nigga you control the wheel there

[Chorus]
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing
Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing

[Verse 1]
Sip out the canister, rollin’ up cannabis
I’m not permitted to cross into Canada
Fired my manager, Robert Horry in the game
Switch place, story stay the same
Bail came in the mail, bust it down, you would think I’m Tory Lanez
Broke prayin’ for a whole thang, shot the tecs and a load came
Flex on ’em like I’m Billy, bought a new hip, then told her “hit me”
Tryna get next to me like I’m Tristan, you think I’m really ’bout to let you get me?
You think I’m really ’bout to let you bill it?
You think you really ‘posed to get a Bentley?
All you do is stalk other ho’s pages, you cannot afford a payment on a Civic
Keep it professional when you DM me
You know your sister be all in my business, copyin’ everythin’ that I delivered
TMZ I’m fightin’ with Dreka
We cannot do this in front of the children
Lovin’ this shit, she gon’ go get a pistol, know this so crazy, probably wanna kill me
How could you leave me?

[Chorus]
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing
Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing

[Verse 2]
Cookin’ up, let me do what I want, gold Rollie, touch, Cutter gon’ launch
In Cali, just call me an ally, you tell me the addi and daddy gon’ punch
Crunch time, gotta count in the clutch, bust down, not the ho with the blunt
Breakin’ open a pipe, pourin’ dope in the cup, partner bought it, ’bout to open it up
Big Body, doors openin’ up, big Jamaican unloadin’ the truck
Big weight ’bout to go in the trunk, bad bitch, give me brain in the trunk
Just jugg, four M in a month, two-fifty book a show, I’ma come
Cappin’ like they got more than us, matter of fact, I just ordered up
Shopliftin’, they recorded us, ‘member back on the motorbus
I could remember you treatin’ me shitty back then ’cause I wasn’t important enough
Straight from the back, how I’m grippin’ the bitch, throwin’ dick in her kidney, she ballin’ up
In the mirror I glisten’, the button ignition, the engine go RAH, when I start it up

[Chorus]
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing
Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing

[Outro]
Ay, forgive me if I’m not energetic and hunky dory around this bitch, when I got a motherfuckin’ GPS monitor strapped to my leg. When I got a motherfuckin’ P.O. tellin’ me I can go travel to spend money, but I can’t travel to make money. You know, forgive me for not being enthusiastic, you heard me? When I got these fuckin’ dick suckers on my motherfuckin’ back 24 hours a day, playin’ wit’ me, you heard me? And now you fuckin’ playin’ wit’ me

Trippie Redd – UKA UKA

[Intro]
Yeah, Big 14, know what the fuck goin’ on
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Ooh, said I made y’all
So how could I be mad that ain’t y’all
Same reason why I hate y’all
Hop up in this Rari then I race off, aye
Do the dash in this racecar
Got the Pistol Pete on me, is this a face off, aye?
Better say your damn grace dog
Blind in reality just like you’re Ray Charles, aye

[Hook]
Aye, I don’t want no more pressure, no
Don’t want no more pressure, noo
Don’t want no more pressure, ahh
Don’t want no more pressure, ahh
Don’t want no more pressure, ahh
Don’t want no more pressure, ahha

[Verse 2]
Aye, fuck your bitch and hit my fucking dab
Aye, choppers by my side you know it clap
Like your bitch ass, big bag
Big cash, and I tote a big gat
Aftermath, I been dressed in all black
Got the black mask
I’ll pull it out the motherfucking black bag
Yeah, and drop your ass
Bang bang, lil nigga you left in the past
Ooh, aye, son these niggas, I’m your dad
Big racks on my body, baby got this cash
Pray these goofy niggas really goin’ out sad
Give these pussy niggas hell like I’m Johnny Gat, ooh

[Hook 2]
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure

[Verse 3]
Aye, are you niggas really from the field?
Or are you niggas really from the hills?
I got a mob of niggas coming by the mills
They’ll shoot your ass down boy, for 1400 kills, for real
I’m tryna find your fuckin chill
I’m off this Actavis, I’m tryna pop a seal
I don’t do Xannies baby, no don’t do no pills
I’m just smokin on dope, baby, just thumbin’ through the mills, so ill

Uka Uka

Pretty mami – Lil Uzi Vert lyrics

Lyrics Lil Uzi Vert – Pretty  mami

Can’t nobody touch my swag
Can’t nobody touch my swag
Can’t nobody touch my swag
Can’t nobody touch my swag
Baby your times up now (you gotta go)
Why you hating on my gang yeah (you gotta know)(pretty mami)

Let you know, I’ma let you know
You can’t keep em close, diamonds they so froze
Water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
She know I’m a soldier, girl, I’ll let you know
I’ma let you know
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I’m posin’
Get that thot just like I versuri-lyrics.info
I’ma let you know, you can’t keep em close
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
She know I’m a soldier
Girl I’ma let you know, I done let you know
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I’m posin’
Get that thot just like I.

80k a show, 100k a show (alright)
Why my neck so frozen? Why my Rollie golden?
Walking with my .40, and my money showing
Walking with that stunned AP, my money ain’t foldin
Boy I am not slow, you hate on the low
You was still at home, I was on the road
Know that I’m a dog, I’m bad to the bone
Dior my cologne, smoking gas it’s strong
Leave me alone, stop calling my phone
Already know what you’re thinking lil baby, girl, oh I know
She said “Uzi baby, they ain’t got no dough”
Why you’re so dope? You already know.

Let you know, I’ma let you know
You can’t keep em close, diamonds they so froze
Water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
She know I’m a soldier, girl, I’ll let you know
I’ma let you know
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I’m posin’
Get that thot just like I.

Girl you took a L and we can see that
Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles, yeah, don’t you see that?
Pockets giant just like Andre .. 3stacks
I get money, f*ck your b***h, stay real, ooh, that’s three facts
Diamonds on my fist, my wrist, my grill, ooh, I mean that
Made your girl swallow my dick like a pill, ooh, don’t relapse
She keeps stalking on my phone, think this thing’s tapped
Diamonds all up in my pinky, think this thing’s tapped
I do not f*ck with these niggas, man I mean that
Woah, money envelope
I was just so broke, I didn’t have hope
Now I’ll.

Let you know, I’ma let you know
You can’t keep up close, diamonds they so froze
Water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
She know I’m a soldier, girl, I’ll let you know
I done let you know, diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I’m posin’
Get that thot just like I.

Can’t nobody touch my swag
Can’t nobody touch my swag
Can’t nobody touch my swag
Can’t nobody touch my swag
Baby your times up now (you gotta go)
Why you hating on my ganggg?(pretty mami)
Lil Uzi Vert lyrics
Video mami

Horses – Pnb Rock feat. Kodak Black lyrics

Lyrics Pnb Rock – Horses

All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeahhh).

I just pulled up in the Benz
It was just me and my mans
Fishbowl no tint
Scooping your hoe and her friends
Won’t take that b*tch to the movies
Ain’t got no love for the groupies
Seat back while she do me
She get wetter than Jacuzzis
She don’t go like a green light
She get ran through like a red light
If the head right then the bread right
Shawty know I be there every night
Problem, problem, what they want like steak sauce
Zero to sixty, I take off
Can’t see me, looking like Ray Charles.

They tell me slow down, I’m goin’ too fast
Young nigga, I just wanna do the dash
I’m so reckless, hope I don’t crash
‘Cause I’m ballin’, like the whip stolen (yeah).

All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah).

All big bankrolls, I got no h**s
I just left my girlfriend, I’m in love with the Ghost now
She’s full of emotions, and now she’s my old b*tch
‘Cause my ‘Rari knows how to ride when it goes down
And my watch on froze, watch it glow when the lights out
If it’s hot or cold, we gon’ still bring the bikes out
I just bought a Rolls-Royce and I hop in a Lamb’ now
When I push the button, they like, “What the f*ck is that sound?”
Damn, I’m the man now versuri-lyrics.info
Only pulled up in this whip so I could stand out
Bought a icy ring and told ’em it’s no handouts
Started up a label, ’bout to make a band now.

All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah).

I’m looking at you haters through my rear view mirror
I’m sliding in some s**t you see in Fast & Furious
I’m switching lanes on ’em, but I don’t got no gears
Shawty say she wanna ride, but she don’t know how to steer
They paid me for a show, but I didn’t even appear
They say Kodak Black you drive like he ain’t got no fear
They say, “Kodak Black, you act like you ain’t got no care”
I say my car got a horse like I’m in a marriage
Pull up in a ‘Rari, I, jump out with your shawty
Driving like a crash dummy speeding to that cash money
Money all in my head, if I wreck I’m dead
S**t, I’m driving that no cracker wouldn’t even get behind.

All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeahhh).
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PnB Rock, Kodak Black & A Boogie – Horses (From “The Fate Of The Furious”)

[Intro: PnB Rock]
DJ Chose
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chrous: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

[Verse 1: PnB Rock]
I just pulled up in the Benz
It was just me and my mans
Fishbowl no tint
Scooping your hoe and her friends
Won’t take that bitch to the movies
Ain’t got no love for the groupies
Seat back while she do me
She get wetter than Jacuzzis
She don’t go like a green light
She get ran through like a red light
If the head right then the bread right
Shawty know I be there every night
Problem, problem, what they want like steak sauce
Zero to sixty, I take off
Can’t see me, looking like Ray Charles

[Bridge: PnB Rock]
They tell me slow down, I’m goin’ too fast
Young nigga, I just wanna do the dash
I’m so reckless, hope I don’t crash
‘Cause I’m ballin’, like the whip stolen (yeah)

[Chrous: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
All big bankrolls, I got no hoes
I just left my girlfriend, I’m in love with the Ghost now
She’s full of emotions, and now she’s my old bitch
‘Cause my ‘Rari knows how to ride when it goes down
And my watch on froze, watch it glow when the lights out
If it’s hot or cold, we gon’ still bring the bikes out
I just bought a Rolls-Royce and I hop in a Lamb’ now
When I push the button, they like, "What the fuck is that sound?"
Damn, I’m the man now
Only pulled up in this whip so I could stand out
Bought a icy ring and told ’em it’s no handouts
Started up a label, ’bout to make a band now

[Chrous: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
I’m looking at you haters through my rear view mirror
I’m sliding in some shit you see in Fast & Furious
I’m switching lanes on ’em, but I don’t got no gears
Shawty say she wanna ride, but she don’t know how to steer
They paid me for a show, but I didn’t even appear
They say Kodak Black you drive like he ain’t got no fear
They say, "Kodak Black, you act like you ain’t got no care"
I say my car got a horse like I’m in a marriage
Pull up in a ‘Rari, I, jump out with your shawty
Driving like a crash dummy speeding to that cash money
Money all in my head, if I wreck I’m dead
Shit, I’m driving that no cracker wouldn’t even get behind

[Chrous: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

PnB Rock, Kodak Black & A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Horses

[Intro: PnB Rock]
DJ Chose
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chrous: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

[Verse 1: PnB Rock]
I just pulled up in the Benz
It was just me and my mans
Fishbowl no tint
Scooping your hoe and her friends
Wanna take that bitch to the movies
Ain’t got no love for the groupies
Seat back while she do me
She get wetter than Jacuzzis
She don’t go like a green light
She get ran through like a red light
If the head right then the bread right
Shawty know I be there every night
Problem, problem, what they want like steak sauce
Zero to sixty, I take off
Can’t see me, looking like Ray Charles

[Bridge: PnB Rock]
They tell me slow down, I’m goin’ too fast
Young nigga, I just wanna do the dash
I’m so reckless, hope I don’t crash
‘Cause I’m ballin’, like the whip stolen (yeah)

[Chrous: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
All big bankrolls, I got no hoes
I just left my girlfriend, I’m in love with the Ghost now
She’s full of emotions, and now she’s my old bitch
‘Cause my ‘Rari knows how to ride when it goes down
And my watch on froze, watch it glow when the lights out
If it’s hot or cold, we gon’ still bring the bikes out
I just bought a Rolls-Royce and I hop in a Lamb’ now
When I push the button, they like, "What the fuck is that sound?"
Damn, I’m the man now
Only pulled up in this whip so I could stand out
Bought a icy ring and told ’em it’s no handouts
Started up a label, ’bout to make a band now

[Chrous: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
I’m looking at you haters through my rear view mirror
I’m sliding in some shit you see in Fast & Furious
I’m switching lanes on ’em, but I don’t got no gears
Shawty say she wanna ride, but she don’t know how to steer
They paid me for a show, but I didn’t even appear
They say Kodak Black you drive like he ain’t got no fear
They say, "Kodak Black, you act like you ain’t got no care"
I say my car got a horse like I’m in a marriage
Pull up in a ‘Rari, I, jump out with your shawty
Driving like a crash dummy speeding to that cash money
Money all in my head, if I wreck I’m dead
Shit, I’m driving that no cracker wouldn’t even get behind

[Chrous: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

Nicki Minaj – Only lyrics

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake
On my life, man, fuck’s sake
If I did, I’d ménage with ’em and let ’em eat my ass like a cupcake
My man full, he just ate, I don’t duck nobody but tape
Yeah, that was a set-up for a punchline on duct tape
Worried ’bout if my butt’s fake, worry ’bout y’all niggas, us straight
These girls are my sons, John and Kate plus eight
When I walk in, sit up straight, I don’t give a fuck if I was late
Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of an update
Hut-hut one, hut-hut two, big bitties, big butt too
Fuck with them real niggas who don’t tell niggas what they up to
Had to show bitches where the top is, ring finger where the rock is
These hoes couldn’t test me even if their name was pop quiz
Bad bitches who I fuck with, mad bitches we don’t fuck with
I don’t fuck with them chickens unless they last name is cutlet
Let it soak in like seasonin’
And tell ’em, bitches blow me, Lance Stephenson

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only

[Verse 2: Drake]
I never fucked Nicki, cause she got a man
But when that’s over, then I’m first in line
And the other day in her Maybach
I thought god damn, this is the perfect time
We had just come from that video
You know LA traffic, how the city slow
She was sitting down on that big butt
But I was still staring at the titties though
Yeah, low key or maybe high key
I been peeped that you like me, you know
Who the fuck you really wanna be with besides me?
I mean, it doesn’t take much for us to do this shit quietly
I mean, she say I’m obsessed with thick women and I agree
Yeah, that’s right, I like my girls BBW, yeah
Type to wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you
Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable
Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Clair Huxtable
Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck with you
The NBA players fuck with you
The bad-ass bitches doing makeup and hair fuck with you
Oh, that’s cause I believe in something, I stand for it
And Nicki if you ever tryna fuck, just give me the heads-up
So I can plan for it
(Pinkprint, aye)

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I never fucked Nic and that’s fucked up
If I did fuck, she’d be fucked up
Whoever is hittin’ ain’t hittin’ it right
Cause she actin’ like she need dick in her life
That’s another story, I’m no story teller
I piss greatness, like goldish yellow
All my goons so overzealous
I’m from Hollygrove, the holy Mecca
Calendar say I got money for days
I squirm and I shake, but I’m stuck in my ways
My girlfriend will beat a bitch up if she waved
They bet’ not fuck with her surfboard, surfboard
My eyes are so bright I take cover for shade
Don’t have my money? Take mothers instead
You got the hiccups, you swallowed the truth
Then I make you burp boy, treat beef like sirloin
I’m talkin’ bout runnin’ in houses, with army guns
So think about, your son and daughter rooms
Got two hoes with me, messed up, they got smaller guns
Ain’t thinkin’ bout your son and daughter rooms
This shit is crazy my nigga, I mean brazy, my nigga
That money talk, I just rephrase it, my nigga
Blood gang, take the B out behavior, my nigga
For reals, if you mouth off, I blow your face off
I mean pop-pop-pop, then I take off
Nigga now you see me, nigga now you don’t
Like Jamie Foxx, acting like Ray Charles
16 in a clip, one in the chamber
17 Ward bully, with 17 bullets
My story is how I went from “poor me”
To “please pour me a drink and celebrate with me”

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only