DESIIGNER – Outlet lyrics

Ooooo all the way it go
Ooooo all the way it go
Ooooo all the way it go
Oooooaahhhhhhh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooooo all the way it go
Ooooo all the way it go
Ooooo all the way it go
Ooooo all the way it go
Ooooo all the way it go
Oooooaahhhhhhh

Got that Ruger on me, jeweler on me
Mula on me, who the homie
You be talking shit, got that boss bitch
Boss bitch, hold on, I crashed the whip
Choppa gon’ lay down a nigga
That’s that O shit, boss shit
Ready to switch up
Got that new money
Blue money, ready to pick up
Like ooooooo, choppa gon’ bury a nigga
I go get it how I live it
Talk shit, yeah nigga, talk is all a memory
The choppa hit, chalk shit, walk quick
Yeah niggas beefin’ is all a memory
I let ’em hate, talk shit, talk shit
Yeah, nigga, this is all it did to me
More bottles, more bitches, more gold
More hoes, this is all a victory

Ballin’ hard in my i8
Watch it swerve, keep my mind straight
Dip and dash, hit ya guy gate
Dip and dash, hit ya guy face
I be talking like I got a Rays Charles choppa
Yeah that’s my blind date
You be talking like you B.I.G
You’ll get crossed out, you ain’t got faith
That’s that guy snake
Watch out for that guy snake
Big bullets with the U-Haul truck
So we move his ass ’round my place
Move his ass over there and over there
Take his ass around (THLLLLLAH )
That’s what happens when it’s my state
Whip the glass ’til the pot break
Whip the glass, gotta watch snakes
Whip the glass, gotta watch jakes
Niggas coming fast, choppa whip his ass
Everybody gotta tryna buy plate
Everybody tryna whip the coke up
Get it back to the Tri-State
Get it back to the Tri-State
Get it back to the Tri-State
That’s the rocket launcher or that golden Smithen
Smith and Wesson, it’ll eject ya, golden hit ya
That them black and white, the pandas go and get ya
Got that gold watch
….with me, getting more liquor
She be paparazzin’ with her tits out, getting more liquor
I be countin’ money, gettin’ cash
Yeah gettin’ more jigga
Let me find out that you riding ’round with them broke niggas
Everybody riding town, yeah niggas gon’ get ya
And they gon’ hit ya
Fill you with holes, nigga

I done get it how I get it
Talk shit, yeah nigga, talk is all a memory
Smith and Wesson, it’ll eject ya
Golden hit ya
That’s the black and white, pandas gon’ get ya

Got gold bottle with that stripper with me
Getting more liquor, more pigeons, more cash
More chicken
Dead niggas come through, gon’ flip ’em
Old niggas own niggas, I’m my own nigga
I’m a king, welcome to the throne, nigga
Barreled up, hit you with the stones, nigga
Knock you out, Mr. Larry Holmes, nigga
Switch it up, clap you chrome, nigga
On the camera, hit you with the drones, nigga
Hot97 turn to Mac 11
Everybody worried ’bout me, get ya own, nigga

Ball out champion, fall out champion
Ball out champion, fall out champion
Ball out champion, fall out champion
The war not never done
Ayy, ayy, ayy, true
Ball like a champion, fall like a champion
Ball like a champion
Ball like a champion, fall like a champion
Ball like a champion
Ball like a champion, fall like a champion
Ball like a champion
Ball like a champion, fall like a champion
Ball like a champion
Ball like a champion, fall like a champion
Ball like a champion
Ball like a champion, fall like a champion
Ball like a champion

LUPE FIASCO – High lyrics

See this shit go ’round and ’round
Hope you get up to speed and you’re alright
All I ever wanted was the dove view
And all the people that I love to stay high, high, elevated
All I wanna see my niggas sittin’ on top
More than high, high, elevated
All I wanna see my niggas sittin’ on top
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high

It drops without, then without doubt I’m without drought
How else could I spit out ’bout
Spotted backs without alps
Rain delay
What’s that I came to say?
Get it wet like Training Day
With no drain away, you with it yet
They ain’t related
Lupe got him an H and K
Heckler, Kramer way
Rain delay
Aight, nigga, put the game away
You mean like rain delay?
She said, “If I pop it then you gotta pay me”
So I make it rain for the ladies
Off that, skiin’ where my shooters can’t walk at
Of course, we ball with hoes
In the club, I golf that
But ball back, games where it rains and they halt that
We gettin’ cold, better salt that
In my brain, it is stormin’
When it rains, it is pourin’
Spit out ’bout, swat at bats
Commissioner Gordon, [?] sportsman
Your reigns, not important
But I’m Jordan

High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
See this shit go ’round and ’round
Hope you get up to speed and you’re alright
All I ever wanted was the dove view
And all the people that I love to stay high, high, elevated
All I wanna see my niggas sittin’ on top
More than high, high, elevated
All I wanna see my niggas sittin’ on top
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high

Why I always gotta say it for you?
Why you be as quiet as a DP with an oral
Why on TV it’s adorable?
And greedy it be horrible
Somethin’ somethin’ sword you
It’s like sayin’, look, Duval too tall
Or the cue ball is too small
I make two fall in the pool hall
And my new car a carpool
You all finna call
[?] to fall
Get a new [?]
High, more than high, high
Sweet
High, more than high, high
Sweet
High, more than high, high
Sweet
High, more than high, high
Sweet
Enough room for you niggas to eat, deep
That’s a keeper homie, whole lot of square foot to sweep
I clean, trampoline, flow lift you off of your feet
Tell your king pass the throne or I’ll kick you off of your seat
Like a drummer, I’ll kick you off from your seat
Like a drum kit, kick you off with my feat

High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high

LUPE FIASCO – NGL lyrics

Niggas wanna win
These niggas wanna win
These niggas wanna win
Everybody wanna be a mothafuckin’ winner
That ain’t how it work though, yeah

Ayy, ayy, disproportionate convictions
Especially when it come to our case (our case)
You seen the movie, they killed the nigga
Why you wanna be like Scarface?
That’s why niggas gon’ lose
Oh yeah, I said it, niggas gon’ lose
And you can have a friend and you can have a Benz
One’s sittin’ down, the other’s traffickin’
If you get the car then your friend dies
Havin’ one keeps the other one from happenin’
I hope a nigga don’t lose
Fuck that car, nigga
Niggas gon’ lose

And she want love, you only want sex
You got yours, she didn’t get hers
She got no respect, y’all had a son
She like, “Fuck you,” she only want a check
That lil’ nigga gon’ lose
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mothafucka, niggas gon’ lose
Yeah and these rap niggas talk about the hood
Like we all lames and they seen it
It’s entertain’, it’s cool as hell
That beat dope, that don’t mean shit
That’s why niggas gon’ lose
Fuck you talkin’? Niggas gon’ lose
If they legalize that whole thing
They doin’ weed, next cocaine
Niggas ain’t gon’ have no jobs
And Wall Street gon’ run the dope game
What a nigga gon’ do? Huh?
You niggas gon’ lose

And when you see me you don’t see yourself
That’s why I got no problem shootin’ me
Willie Lynch set the shit up beautifully
One of the reasons niggas ain’t got unity
That’s why niggas gon’ lose
Ayy fuck that shit, ayy, niggas gon’ lose, yeah
And most hood niggas is good niggas
In a heartbeat, I’ll shed blood for him
But he too stupid, he won’t sit down
That nigga too hot, I got love for him
That nigga gon’ lose
On my mama, that nigga gon’ lose, yeah
And you did it ’cause your daddy did it
But he locked up in there and ain’t happy with it
Do the same thing, get the same results
If your brain work then what’s the matter with it?
You knew you was gon’ lose
They told you, nigga
You was gon’ lose

I never met a saint, from no color
From nowhere, from no other
From no castle, from no gutter
It ain’t nobody that don’t suffer
Some niggas gon’ lose
Some niggas gon’ lose
Promised land, I don’t believe that
Had a dream and I don’t need that
Please God, send us some jobs
‘Cause my niggas really really need that
Or niggas gon’ lose
That’s right, niggas gon’ lose, yeah
And we sell dope then we turn around
Give the white people all our profits
Take a percentage of that, set it to the side
And send these lil’ niggas off to college
So niggas don’t lose
Yeah, niggas don’t lose
And if they offer somethin’, just take it
Then work hard, don’t waste it
Every castle started at the basement
Yeah your manager’s a racist
But you’re the one that’s gon’ lose
That’s right, niggas gon’ lose

And these niggas gon’ lose, oh
I said, I said everybody wanna be a winner
Everybody wanna be a winner
Be a mothafuckin’ winner
Never gotta worry ’bout nothin’
But some niggas gon’ lose
Yeah so niggas don’t lose
And it’s fucked up, some niggas gon’ lose
You wake up and you hear shots
Mean another nigga got his tear drops
And you call his phone and ain’t pickin’ up
And your stomach hurtin’, that fear drops
I hope a nigga ain’t lose

LUPE FIASCO – Promise lyrics

Promise, yeah
I promise, I promise, I promise, I promise, yeah
I promise these niggas ain’t honest
Promise, but I keep it real
I keep it a hundred, I promise
I keep it a hundred, I promise
I keep it a thousand, I promise
I keep it ten thousand, I promise
I’m keepin’ it honest, I promise
I’m keepin’ it honest, I’m keepin’ it honest, I promise
Repeat it, repeat it, repeat it
‘Cause niggas, they know that they need it
I think that they fallin’ off, they can not keep it?

Honest
I’m crossin’ my heart and I’m hopin’ to die
I promise, I promise, and they don’t know why
I promise, I promise, I don’t be gettin’ high
I’m sober, I’m sober, I’m sober, I’m sober
No champagne, no vodka, no, none of that, man
Tell you I keep me a heater, I keep me a heater, believe it
I won’t lead ’em wrong, said I won’t lead ’em wrong
They know what I’m on, and they know what I’m on

I promise, yeah
I promise, I promise, I promise, I promise, yeah
I promise these niggas ain’t honest
Promise, but I keep it real
I keep it a hundred, I promise
I keep it a hundred, I promise
I keep it a thousand, I promise
I keep it ten thousand, I promise
I’m keepin’ it honest, I promise
I’m keepin’ it honest, I’m keepin’ it honest, I promise
Repeat it, repeat it, repeat it
‘Cause niggas, they know that they need it
I think that they fallin off, they can not keep it

Promise
I ran through the paper, I ran through the paper (yeah)
I bought me Ferraris, I bought me some haters
More money more problems, more money more problems
But I got the choppers and I will go solve ’em
I try keep it peaceful, I try keep it peaceful
And stay away from people, I stay away from people
Be solo, be solo, my niggas is gone (yeah)
When I’m not in the streets you can find me at home

Promise, yeah
I promise, I promise, I promise, I promise, yeah
I promise these niggas ain’t honest
Promise, but I keep it real
I keep it a hundred, I promise
I keep it a hundred, I promise
I keep it a thousand, I promise
I keep it ten thousand, I promise
I’m keepin’ it honest, I promise
I’m keepin’ it honest, I’m keepin’ it honest, I promise
Repeat it, repeat it, repeat it
‘Cause niggas, they know that they need it
I think that they fallin off, they can not keep it

Honest, yeah
I ran with the killers, the hustlers, the gamblers (yeah)
I’m telling you Sway that I do have the answers (yeah)
Just ask me a question, I’ll give you the truth (yeah)
I got me a Benzy it ain’t got a roof
I’m smart but I’m poor, I’m smart but I’m poor (yeah)
I’m keeping my bars up, I’m keeping my bars up (yeah)
I try to do good ’cause I don’t like the karma
But you never know so I bought me some armor

Promise, yeah
I promise, I promise, I promise, I promise, yeah
I promise these niggas ain’t honest
Promise, but I keep it real
I keep it a hundred, I promise
I keep it a hundred, I promise
I keep it a thousand, I promise
I keep it ten thousand, I promise
I’m keepin’ it honest, I promise
I’m keepin’ it honest, I’m keepin’ it honest, I promise
Repeat it, repeat it, repeat it
‘Cause niggas, they know that they need it
I think that they fallin off, they can not keep it
Honest

LUPE FIASCO – Kill lyrics

Ty Dolla loops

Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We’re like satellites for strippers
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
Runnin’ ’round and ’round we go
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We’re like satellites for strippers
Runnin’ ’round and ’round she go
We got dollar bills to kill
We comin’ to the stage next, you know who this is
We got dollar bills to kill
Get your money out niggas
Money to burn in the atmosphere
I’ma turn it up, you burn it up
Turn it up, you burn it up
I turn it up, you burn ’em up
Murderer, murderer
I want you to stay
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
I want you to stay, I’m a dollar bill killa
187, make that mothafucka pop
I need you to stay

5, 10, 20s, I’ma throw it
Work your way up to them big face hunnits
These other hoes been workin’ all week
You gettin’ more than that just off me, yeah, yeah, yeah
We both work hard for this money
I see you goin’ hard for me
It ain’t no thing, you can take it off
If I keep on drinkin’, I’ma lose it all

Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We’re like satellites for strippers
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
Runnin’ ’round and ’round we go
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We’re like satellites for strippers
Runnin’ ’round and ’round she go
We got dollar bills to kill
We comin’ to the stage next, you know who this is
We got dollar bills to kill
Get your money out niggas
Money to burn in the atmoshphere
I’ma turn it up, you burn it up
Turn it up, you burn it up
I turn it up, you burn ’em up
Murderer, murderer
I want you to stay
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
I want you to stay, I’m a dollar bill killa
187, make that mothafucka pop
I need you to stay

My nigga, if these poles could talk
If the stage grew another pole, got up and walked
Gotta kill these dollars, it can’t be an assault
Need your real love, mama, you can’t be in my thoughts
Oh, no
I knew a ten down in Houston
So I wonder if you can do it slow-mo
Then speed it up, heat it up, drop it down, beat it up
Take it off, make it talk, shake it all, make it fall
ATM, ATM, mama love to take it all

Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We’re like satellites for strippers
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
Runnin’ ’round and ’round we go
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We’re like satellites for strippers
Runnin’ ’round and ’round she go
We got dollar bills to kill
We comin’ to the stage next, you know who this is
We got dollar bills to kill
Get your money out niggas
Money to burn in the atmoshphere
I’ma turn it up, you burn it up
Turn it up, you burn it up
I turn it up, you burn ’em up
Murderer, murderer
I want you to stay
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
I want you to stay, I’m a dollar bill killa
187, make that mothafucka pop
I need you to stay

Just another Saturday night
Show time, I deserve these lights
‘Cause I work hard for what I get
Just so I can give my ten percent
You better pay up, pay up or get out
I’m not into how you get down
Hope you love me in the moment
But I know where I’m goin’
And I’m just tryna get through this…

…Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
You’re like satellites for strippers
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
Runnin’ ’round and ’round you go
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
You’re like satellites for strippers
Runnin’ ’round and ’round I go
I need dollar bills to kill
We comin’ to the stage next, you know who this is
You better have dollar bills to kill
Get your money out niggas
Money to burn in my atmoshphere
So I’ma turn it up, burn it up
Turn it up, burn it up
Turn it up, burn ’em up
I’m a murderer, murderer
You want me to stay
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
You want me to stay
187, make that mothafucka pop
I want you to stay

Man girl I made a killin’ off these drunk ass niggas tonight
Ayy bruh that shit was goin’ up, man
But damn they had my pole clean today, I’m sick of this shit
This bitch spilled her mothafuckin’ drink on my goddamn shoes
You dirtier than a mothafucka, dawg
Next time they better have my shit clean
‘Cause I can’t go up in this strip club
Ayy it’s cool though
You already know
I’ll get some new ones tomorrow, fuck it
You know the other spot poppin’?
Yeah
No more doin’ that shit and tryna go to church in the morning
Let’s go to the other spot

Now it’s Sunday mornin’ for sinners
Preacher’s daughter, holy water
Be reborn, beginner
‘Round and ’round we know
It’s like dollar bills to save
Make it rain on that collection plate
Need a dollar bill to save
Make it rain on that collection plate
And your dollar bills can save
Make it rain on that collection plate
You made it clap, now take it back
Pray
You made it clap, now take it back
Pray
You made it clap, now take it back
Pray
You made it clap, now take it back
Watch it all wash away
Watch it all wash away
Watch it all wash away

LUPE FIASCO – Dopamine Lit lyrics

Yeah, and it got a soul, yeah
Uh-uh, what it do, what it say
Yeah, yeah, Drogas, Drogas, what it say
Yeah, yeah, Drogas, Drogas, what it say
What it say, Drogas, Drogas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Dro’, Dro’, Dro’, trap, trap, Dro’, Dro’
Dro’, Dro’, Dro’, nigga, uh
What it say, yeah, yeah, yeah

Blood rushin’ to my head like coal
Plains on my mind like shade
Planes on my mind like stage
Stays for a while like fades
Fades to the block like Js
Waitin’ from behind like Ks
Made it from behind like AIDS
Made it to the map like Waze
Take it to the trap like maze
Can’t take you back like trays
Bae shake it in my leather jacket, Jonah
‘Cause you’re havin’ seizures, Jesus
What’s a nonbeliever to a preacher?
This is ain’t the kind of rap the opps and the thots like
Told Trak put the bat back on the spotlight
Cartagena, serve snacks at the cockfight (realest)
Need new batteries for the Glock lights (realest)
Put the mix on the oil ’til it lock tight (realest)
‘Cause they gave it to all the young niggas
Drogas dedicated to all the drug dealers
Find out how, now ya’ll gon’ come kill us
Try Containment Unit, the walls, they can’t fit us
Who the Ghostbusters gon’ call to come get us?

Ayy, over-D off of this
But baby, don’t die ’til the dopamine hit, yo
Ayy, this one ain’t for Billbo’
You can stream the album on Silk Road
Drug rings for more dough
So they baggin’ like Bilbo
Jackin’ like Jill for a pill at the Hollywood Hills, though
Famous dritter
I want my name all lit up
And leave out the world how I came, in the clear
Over-D off of this
But don’t fall asleep ’til the dopamine hit, hey

Drogas, Drogas, what it say, what it say
Drogas, Drogas, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dro’, Dro’, Dro’, trap, trap, Dro’, Dro’
Dro’, Dro’, Dro’, nigga
Drogas, Drogas, what it say, what it say
Drogas, Drogas, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dro’, Dro’, Dro’, trap, trap, Dro’, Dro’
Dro’, Dro’, Dro’, nigga

Big watch, big watch, you can see it
Lot of diamonds in the Cartier
‘Less I’m thinkin’ ’bout the money, I can’t concentrate
Don’t talk if you ain’t ball enough to commentate, yeah
That’s a Super Bowl every time I contemplate
Limited edition, bitches
I’m just livin’ off the interest
I don’t really care about niggas
Denzel put the money in the bandos
For the esés, shower posse with the SKs
For the haters that be hatin’ on the Hefes
Half-naked hoes, they be dressin’ just like X-rays
Rated, all the way through, don’t like nothin’ play this
Simps think they got cool, I’m just stickin’ to the basics

This-this-this-this-this-this-this
This one ain’t for Billbo’
You can stream the album on Silk Road
Drug rings for more dough
So they baggin’ like Bilbo
Jackin’ like Jill for a pill at the Hollywood Hills, though
Famous dritter
I want my name all lit up
And leave out the world how I came, in the clear
Over-D off of this
But don’t fall asleep ’til the dopamine hit, hey

LUPE FIASCO – It’s Not Design lyrics

Oh no
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh

What if I said, love was a lie though
It was more like hate with a eye closed
And the other eye had the arrow
That’s contemporary ignorance
But what do I know
Only thing I seen was the inside of a blindfold
And you just as blind as me
So how I look, asking you where do I go
I and I keep high hope alive though
That’s loves not a lie it just likes to lie low
Likes to hide right there in plain sight
And you just got to find it with your eyes, closed
And in the dark, see the park, of your partner, that’s the heart
If you dance like apartheid we can bring it back to the

It’s not designed to make you feel that way now baby (oh no)
No, it’s not designed to make you feel love
It’s not designed to make you feel that way now baby (oh no)
Oh no, yeah

On second thought leave apartheid in the grave
But the heart part that can be saved
The heart part making sure it don’t break into little sharp pieces that are hard to replace
Hard to find spare arteries these days
In decent shape, and know things decay
And at these rates you’re gonna have to be paid like 3D wage
Just to see the way to the place that sells these parts
That you can keep safe from the [?] art
So why would we waste our art on your mistake
When you were driving reckless and didn’t pump these brakes
Hate to have you shoot you down
A fine running heart makes a soothing sound
It’s junkyard in your future pal
Didn’t appreciate now, bet you do

It’s not designed to make you feel that way now baby (oh no)
It’s not designed to make you feel that way now baby (oh no)
It’s not designed to make you feel that way now baby (oh no)
It’s not designed to make you feel that way now baby (oh no)
(Yeah, yeah, make you feel)

And in the futuristic love will be reduced to physics
Computer digits made by robots
That used statistics, algorithms, and group logistics
The more resistant downloadable thing that’s used specific
Easily updated with few commitments
Can find it’s way home if you forget it
Say, maybe on a starship tour
Hard or not get your starship door
It was the girl that you had met at the starship bar
Had a dance on the starship floor
But then you got starship sick
So you had to run to the starship store
And then you got them starship pills
But when you back she wasn’t there no more
She says: “Hope you got a starship suit at the starship store
Maybe we can take a trip to take a look at the stars around parsec 4”
And it was the most beautiful thing you both had ever seen in your lives before
And she pulled out her love, so you reached down in your starsuit for
But your pockets empty, now the moments passing
It’ll probably never happen like this again
I guess it didn’t work out for you in the end

It’s not designed to make you feel that way now baby (oh no)
It’s not designed to make you feel that way now baby (oh no)
It’s not designed to make you feel that way now baby (oh no)
It’s not designed to make you feel that way now baby (oh no)
Oh, no, baby

LUPE FIASCO – City Of The Year lyrics

City of the year, City of the year
That’s where I’m from
City of the year, City of the year
They don’t want none
City of the year, City of the year
Them hoes can’t come
Go hard to go home
I’m turned up in the ‘Go zone

Aye, born in the middle of the West
Lil nigga, living in the middle of death
Raised around killers, that’s why little impress
Outside white folks, it must sound I’m a little oppressed
And I’m sorry my niggas, but I think you the best
You don’t need no Khaled, because that’s on me, valid
Let me push my brother, we don’t need no malice
Niggas raised in the projects, now they gon’ need a palace

Niggas want JJ’s, don’t eat salads
Fourteen with a AK, and he’ll let a nigga have it
Fireworks in Capetown, man it’s so tragic
Fireworks on the lake front, that shit look like Magic

City of the year, City of the year
That’s where I’m from
City of the year, City of the year
They don’t want none
City of the year, City of the year
Them hoes can’t come
Go hard to go home
I’m turned up in the ‘Go zone

LUPE FIASCO – More Than My Heart lyrics

Thank you! Uh, check, check

When you got popped up and you got locked up
And the block shot up and your girl knocked up
And your kids be like, “Who gonna watch us?”
Your mama, they nana
When you ball too hard or your money got spent
So you got kicked out, you ain’t have no rent
But you still had a place where you could go
Tell me where you went, yooooour mama

Soon as they let me outta jail
Went straight to my mama’s house
Need someone I can talk to
And a little more time to work all these dramas out
That lawyer money, that bail money
Those letters in the mail never fail you, homie
Who visit when niggas don’t visit?
Man she the realest
Boy let me tell you somethin’
You better love your mama

Said I love my mama (I love my mama)
More than I love myself (more than I love myself)
Said I love my mama (I love my mama)
More than I love my health and I love my wealth
And I love my niggas and I love my bitches
And I love my car
More than I love my car

Yeah, now some mamas might be your confidant
Some mamas just good for shoes
Some mamas might be your drinkin’ buddy
Some mamas might not be cool
Some mamas might wait ’til you get home
Some mamas might come up to your school
And fuck you up in front of your friends
‘Cause you don’t make the rules
Really thought that you was doin’ it today
Now you sittin’ there lookin’ all stupid in your face
When you get home just tell her you’re sorry
And put on this song, start movin’ to the bass
Boy cut that shit off
Goddamn, mama, they made this song for you
Said through the powder and the problems
Gotta honor my mama
So that’s what I’m tryna do

Said I love my mama (I love my mama)
More than I love myself (more than I love myself)
Said I love my mama (I love my mama)
More than I love my health and I love my wealth
And I love my niggas and I love my bitches
And I love my car
More than I love my car

Now some might think their mama ain’t perfect
She is
All in her face, better get in your place
You’re one of her goddamn kids
Now some might think their mama ain’t worth it
She is
Gotta help her out no matter what it’s ’bout
No matter whatever she did
Now some might think their mama ain’t here
She lives
She lives
She lives
She lives
She lives
She lives
She lives

Said I love my mama (I love my mama)
More than I love myself (more than I love myself)
Said I love my mama (I love my mama)
More than I love my health and I love my wealth
And I love my niggas and I love my bitches
And I love my car
More than I love my car

LUPE FIASCO – Law lyrics

I just wanna be here alone, alone
With you, with you, with you, with you, with you
Tell me, how do you feel?
I just wanna be here alone, alone
With you, with you, with you, with you, with you
Tell me, how do you feel?

I don’t wanna be here by myself
But I’m just like you, and you don’t wanna be by yourself
Wanna put my name on it, but don’t wanna end the friendship
Cause that’s a declaration, of independence
Would you lie for it? Would you die for it?
Put fireworks all inside of that sky for it
Would you wait for me, then get away from me
Wait ‘til I come outside, hop inside the ride and floor it
Tell her, she’ll be safe with me
To the tellers in the safe with me
When the shooting starts, don’t go with them
You should stay with me
Cause in the race of hearts, that’s the place to be
Cause the finish line is exactly where you start
So I’ll run around this whole bitch, just to end up where you are
Now that’s real shit, treadmill shit
I’m Treadstone but I feel shit
That’s Bourne knowledge, yes you are, you just gonna have to believe
That we ’bout to go to work so these niggas gonna have to leave

I just wanna be here alone, alone
With you, with you, with you, with you, with you
Tell me, how do you feel?
I just wanna be here alone, alone
With you, with you, with you, with you, with you
Tell me, how do you feel?

Now you all business, started up yourself small business
And we all in this, no half-stepping, we high heel
All inches, high yield, small interest, hell yeah
That’s a loan and we owe some
But we pay the bank out the same sack we just stole from
That’s real, that’s steal
Like four to two, I look forward to you, lookin down on the field
And you look 4’2″, look forward boo, don’t look down at your heels
Don’t matter what’s at stake, just let it burn, don’t e’en look down at your grill
Either way we gon’ ball, look around at your wheels
Even the baby gon’ ball, look around at your wheels
This ain’t my shit, this our shit
Look around what you build and that’s great and shape
And you should look inside how you feel
You look and sound like you trill, you look inside for that feel
Or just look inside how I look inside you, I look inside like I kill
And you just gon’ have to be
And babe I’m ’bout to go to work so these niggas gon’ have to leave

I just wanna be here alone, alone
With you, with you, with you, with you, with you
Tell me, how do you feel?
I just wanna be here alone, alone
With you, with you, with you, with you, with you
Tell me, how do you feel?

She don’t want no soft nigga, she just don’t want no false nigga
Daddy can be a gangsta, just can’t be no lost nigga
If you a senior, be a senior
Don’t be runnin’ around like some frosh niggas
Snapback is great, but you about to graduate
Take your hat off nigga
Tiger did cause tiger could
But if Tiger couldn’t then Tiger wouldn’t
That’s a billion dollars off golf nigga
See my fast money and my cash money take a lost with her
And let’s move slow and make a million dollars off cough syrup

I just wanna be here alone, alone
With you, with you, with you, with you, with you
Tell me, how do you feel?
I just wanna be here alone, alone
With you, with you, with you, with you, with you
Tell me, how do you feel?

KID INK – I Love You lyrics

I love you
Even though I don’t like you right now
I want you
Even though you keep breaking me down
We got
Really high, highs
Really low, lows
But I still love you
Even though I don’t like you right now

I was tryna save us
But you got me looking like the villain
I had a couple mixed drinks
Now I got a couple mixed feelings
I love it, I love it
You know just how to fit in that dress
I don’t like it, I don’t like it
Wish they had a button for you Instagram pic
We argue about this and that when
You say you need a different address
Break up to make up
Hit the mattress
Wake up and you don’t remember half of
The whole lotta games that we played
I ain’t afraid to say when I’m wrong
Yeah, we ain’t afraid to guess we won’t be okay
As long as I

I love you
Even though I don’t like you right now
I want you
Even though you keep breaking me down
We got
Really high, highs
Really low, lows
But I still love you
Even though I don’t like you right now
I don’t like you no
I, I, I don’t like you no

I love you
I want you
I don’t like you
I love you
I want you love
I love you
Even though I don’t like you right now
I want you
Even though you keep breaking me down
Way down

Really high, high
Really low, low
But I still love you
Even though I don’t like you right now

Lady GaGa – John Wayne

[Intro: Spoken]
It’s like, I just love a cowboy
You know
I’m just like, I just, I know, it’s bad
But I’m just like
Can I just like, hang off the back of your horse
And can you go a little faster?!

[Verse 1]
3 am, mustang speedin’
Two lovers, headed for a dead end
Too fast, hold tight, he laughs
Runnin’ through the red lights
Hollerin’ over, rubber spinnin’
Big swig, toss another beer can
Too lit, tonight, prayin’
On the moonlight

[Pre-Chorus]
Every John is just the same
I’m sick of their city games
I crave a real wild man
I’m strung out on John Wayne

[Chorus]
(dat – doo – deet – doe)
(dat – doo – deet – doe, dat – doo – deet – doe)
Baby let’s get high, John Wayne
(dat – doo – deet – doe)
(dat – doo – deet – doe, dat – doo – deet – doe)
Baby let’s get high, John Wayne

[Verse 2]
Blue collar and a red-state treasure
Love junkie on a three-day bender
His grip, so hard, eyes glare
Trouble like a mug shot
Charged up, ’cause the man’s on a mission
1-2 ya, the gears are shiftin’
He called, I cried, we broke
Racin’ through the moonlight

[Pre-Chorus]
Every John is just the same
I’m sick of their city games
I crave a real wild man
I’m strung out on John Wayne

[Chorus]
(dat – doo – deet – doe)
(dat – doo – deet – doe, dat – doo – deet – doe)
Baby let’s get high, John Wayne
(dat – doo – deet – doe)
(dat – doo – deet – doe, dat – doo – deet – doe)
Baby let’s get high, John Wayne

[Bridge]
So here I go
To the eye
Of the storm
Just to feel your love
Knock me over
Here I go
Into our love storm

[Chorus]
(dat – doo – deet – doe)
(dat – doo – deet – doe, dat – doo – deet – doe)
Baby let’s get high, John Wayne
(dat – doo – deet – doe)
(dat – doo – deet – doe, dat – doo – deet – doe)
Baby let’s get high, John Wayne

DJ Tiesto – On My Way (feat. Bright Sparks)

Ain’t no millionair, but I’m on my way
Can’t find live, but hell, I’m on my way
When the world gets heavy, you might hear me say
I’m on my way, on my way, way

On my way, on my way, way

There’s a little devil in us all
Swear everybody in this town just wants to see you fall
Baby, it’s no fun
So know it’s just a game, yeah

Oh, keep running out of love
And I don’t go giving up
When I’m running out of love, love
No, let’s say I’ve had enough
Not gon’ go giving up, but
I said it all before

Ain’t no millionaire, but I’m on my way (On my way)
Can’t find love, but hell, I’m on the way
When the world gets heavy, you might hear me say
I’m on my way, on my way, way

Ain’t no millionaire, but I’m on my way
Can’t find love, but hell, I’m on the way
When the world gets heavy, you might hear me say
I’m on my way, on my way, way

Ain’t no millionaire, but I’m on my way
Can’t find love, but hell, I’m on the way
When the world gets heavy, you might hear me say
I’m on my way, on my way, way
On my way, on way, way

I said it all before
Ain’t no millionaire, but I’m on my way
Can’t find love, but hell, I’m on the way
When the world gets heavy, you might hear me say
I’m on my way, on my way, way

Ain’t no millionaire, but I’m on my way
Can’t find love, but hell, I’m on the way
When the world gets heavy, you might hear me say
I’m on my way, on my way, way

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

[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

Tyga – Gucci Snakes (feat. Desiigner)

Gah-gah-gah-hah
Gah-gah-gah-brrrah
(I just spent 10 bands at Gucci-Gucci, yeah)
Gah-gah-gah-grah
(I just spent 10 bands at Gucci-Gucci, hah)
Gah-gah-gah-hah
High Fashion, all my niggas wylin’ (Niggas wylin’)
What’s the difference between a Rolls Royce
And a Bentley truck? Bout ‘100, 000
Down, Dirty Diana
Rockin’ Gucci, dirty Fanta, these days
High fashion, all my niggas wylin’
What’s the difference between a Rolls-Royce and a Bentley nigga?
‘Bout 100, 000
She a groupie, Dirty Diana
We rockin’ Gucci, drinkin’ Dirty Fanta
Diamonds flooded
Holy water blessed me like our father
Witness my faith, burned believers die, make you a martyr
Keep a laser, Han Solo, snakes slither, I’m focused
Add it up nigga, add it up
Bag it up, what’s the fuckin’ total?
I just opened new accounts (I see the snakes)
No piggy bank, just large amounts (I see the snakes)
I just switched the license plate
My lawyer said that I beat the case (I’m gonna beat the case)
Ruby Tuesdays Wraith
Arm and Hammer, Maybach leather
Cocaine on her face, we just made a triple X movie
Payrolls in the safe
Indoor jacuzzi, outdoor jacuzzi
She gon’ pop that coochie
‘Cause I just spent 10 bands at Gucci (I spent 10 bands at Gucci)
I just spent 10 bands at Gucci (I spent 10 bands at Gucci)
I just spent 10 bands at Gucci, I see the snakes
I smashed off playin’ Gucci in my new Wraith
I just spent 10 bands at Gucci (I spent 10 bands at Gucci)
I just spent 10 bands at Gucci (I spent 10 bands at Gucci)
I just spent 10 bands at Gucci, I see the snakes
I smashed off playin’ Gucci in my new Wraith
High fashion, all my niggas wylin’
What’s the difference between a Rolls-Royce and a Bentley Truck?
‘Bout 100, 000
Down, Dirty Diana
Rockin’ Gucci, dirty Fanta
I don’t trust nobody, I don’t trust nobody
Sea full of pirhanas, if you loyal watch my lawyers
I just paid my mama’s mortgage, put that on everything
Pinky rings on every ring, when you see me go bling-bling
Real shit I’m so honest (I see the snakes)
Sunset on my Pac shit (I see the snakes)
Tattoos in the videos (I see the snakes)
Desiigner, lookin’ like a Gucci store
Paparazzi flash, snappin’ bitches, bouncin’ that ass
Rockin’ platinum
You barely platinum, I’m just countin’ my cash
I just spent a rack on sushi
Just gave away all my Louie (And got it Gucci)
I just spent 10 bands at Gucci (I spent 10 bands Gucci)
I just spent 10 bands at Gucci (I spent 10 bands Gucci)
I just spent 10 bands at Gucci, I see the snakes
I smashed off playin’ Gucci in my new Wraith
I just spent 10 bands at Gucci (I spent 10 bands Gucci)
I just spent 10 bands at Gucci (I spent 10 bands Gucci)
I just spent 10 bands at Gucci, I see the snakes
I smashed off playin’ Gucci in my new Wraith
High fashion, all my niggas wylin’
What’s the difference between a Rolls-Royce and a Bentley Truck?
‘Bout 100, 000
Down, Dirty Diana
Rockin’ Gucci, dirty Fanta
High fashion, all my niggas wylin’
What’s the difference between a Rolls-Royce and a Bentley Truck?
‘Bout 100, 000
Down, Dirty Diana
Rockin’ Gucci, dirty Fanta
Rockin’ Gucci, rockin’ Gucci, I rock Gucci
And smoke weed on Melrose
And I know it, it’s that aroma
Dirty Diana, rockin’ Gucci with dirty Fanta
Chopper be God given
You get it hard nigga now niggas dead ahh
Shoot with the dope dealers
You can chill and get hit with the wrong niggas
Try to kill everybody, rob niggas
Everybody ridin’ ’round strong nigga
What you know nigga
Try to pick up a Harlem nigga
You gettin’ Harlem Diddy
Chopper ran nigga
He want damage
Big boy ran nigga
Big boy ran nigga
Fuck with the savages
Everybody ridin’ ’round getting gold
Fuck a bitch in the face and we in Bronx
Had to buy a Bugatti, the newer cars
Fuck nigga dead nigga
Fuck nigga stand nigga
Bitch gon’ wham me
Bitch gon’ head me
Bitch gon’ jam me
Everybody ridin’ ’round gettin’ gold
I just spent 10 bands at Gucci
I just spent 10 bands at Gucci
I just spent 10 bands at Gucci
I just spent 10 bands at Gucci
High fashion, all my niggas wylin’
What’s the difference between a Rolls-Royce and a Bentley Truck?
‘Bout 100, 000
Down, Dirty Diana
Rockin’ Gucci, dirty Fanta

Young Dolph – Baller Alert

[Intro]
Izze the producer
Oh yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ha ha
Honorary member

[Hook]
I smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup
Did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work
Walk up in the spot, they like baller alert
Jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt (damn)
I smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup
Did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work
Walk up in the spot, they like baller alert
Jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt (woah)

[Verse]
I heard you beefin’, ain’t nobody got shot yet?
Four hundred thousand dollar coupe parked in the projects
A half a million dollar wardrobe in the closet
Only nigga in the city 488 ‘Rari
I wen’t from sellin’ bales to sellin’ out shows, nigga
Who cut the lights on? Got all my ice on
Fuck a record deal, fuck a co-sign
I signed to the plug, nigga, back in oh-five (aye)
Made a quarter million sellin’ dope in North Memphis
Made a whole ticket, nigga, just in South Memphis
Remember all the bad bitches stay in East Memphis
But I think my black haven bitch was the thickest (for real)
But I swear my California bitch was the littest
I just flew a bad bitch in from Philly
She said she just wanna fuck and go to Wet Willies
I just had a smoke session in the back of the Bentley (hey, give me a lighter)
I might send twenty to your doorstep for Christmas (Merry Christmas)
They don’t want us to ball, they want us in prison (damn)
I spent in the mall every time that I visit
I’m on tour ‘cross the country, bunch of skreet niggas with me
Them niggas rappin’ them fake gangsta stories in the way
I can show you how to get eighty pounds in one day
They can teach you how to hate, I’mma show you how to get paid
I put 20K dirty money in the collection plate
Aye, nine-hundred bands in my old-school Chevrolet (yeah)
Racks on top of racks, everyday I elevate (yeah)
Dodged a fed case, so everyday I celebrate (say what?)
Dodged a fed case, so everyday I celebrate (whoo)
God keep blessin’ me, so everyday I meditate (thank you)
Them bitches, I don’t trust ’em, tell a hater I say "fuck ’em"
Aye, aye, I be fresh as fuck when you see me donnin’
Tell the truth fuck nigga, you wanna be me donnin’
Doin’ donuts in a coupe that costs a house (skrr)
Aye, be quiet, you can’t hear ’em, smokin’ loud
This lil’ bad bitch with me poppin’ perkies
I say "What that is?", she say "That’s a thirty"
I woke up this mornin’ in a penthouse
Turnin’ down bad bitches, I’m the shit now
I’m geeked up, Facebook
Twenty Glocks, three carbons, eight Dracos
At the stash house stackin’ money like it’s Legos
Smokin’ big blunts, rubber bandin’ pesos
She mad at me just because I never text her back (damn)
She just want me to come over and kill her from the back (back)

[Hook]
I smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup
Did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work
Walk up in the spot, they like baller alert
Jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt (damn)
I smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup
Did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work
Walk up in the spot, they like baller alert
Jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt (woah)

Zak Abel – Rock Bottom (feat. Wretch 32)

[Intro: Wretch 32]
Next time I’m rock bottom
Imma take them [?] and sling shot them to the top
And pray the rain gon’ stop
Raining on me
Raining on me

[Verse 1: Zak Abel]
I push the window up
The rain is pouring down
Watching the smoke rings risin’
The night don’t give enough
The days are full of clouds
Keep watch for the silver lining

[Pre-Chorus: Zak Abel]
I say "hi" to the world
I love the way you turn
I say "hi" to the heavens
Don’t let me burn in this hell
Oh, I suffered here for so long

[Chorus: Zak Abel]
I hit rock bottom
The pressure’s got me sweating
I hit rock bottom
The lessons that I’m testing
I hit rock bottom
Got caught in that whirlwind
There’s rubble on my soul
There’s no where left to fall
I hit rock bottom
I hit rock bottom
I hit rock bottom

[Verse 2: Zak Abel]
The heavy weather blows
Candles flicker out
I keep on striking matches
I know I’m not alone
And yeah I’ve got my doubts
But I still believe in magic

[Pre-Chorus: Zak Abel]
I say "hi" to the world
I love the way you turn
I say "hi" to the heavens
Don’t let me burn in this hell
Oh, I suffered here for so long

[Chorus: Zak Abel]
I hit rock bottom
The pressure’s got me sweating
I hit rock bottom
The lessons that I’m testing
I hit rock bottom
Got caught in that whirlwind
There’s rubble on my soul
There’s no where left to fall
I hit rock bottom
I hit rock bottom
I hit rock bottom

[Verse 3: Wretch 32]
I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place
I pray me and my faith won’t part ways
A single mother going through some [hard]
There’s another path if you part ways
Being rock bottom
I was selling drugs at the bottom
Praying that my karma don’t being me to my coffin
I could’ve been carried by six [?]
Instead I brought twelve men through and gave them knowledge
That’s power to the people
I put in more fire when I’m lethal
Ever seen a flower in a [?]
Blossom like the stars in the Caribbean
They got [?] kids
Still got more morals then everyone in the government
I’m selling self-esteem but [?] rap
‘Cause when your voice is on the ground you don’t get lower than that
Nah, nah
So bad, we sold them [?]
Cause when they try to pull you down the only option is push

[Pre-Chorus: Zak Abel]
I say "hi" to the world
I love the way you turn
I say "hi" to the heavens
Don’t let me burn in this hell
Oh, I suffered here for so long
I hit rock bottom

YFN Lucci – Never Worried

[Hook]
You know it don’t make no sense if it don’t make none
And I got a lotta bitches and it ain’t nothing to replace one
Build my home, bitch I can create one
Name a bigger boss I bet it ain’t one
Never worried, we ain’t never worried
We ain’t never worried, we ain’t never worried
Never worried, never worry
Never worried

[Verse 1]
[?] no rules in this shit
Can’t keep losing this shit
How it losing your bitch
Gotta keep like 2 or 3 kids
See my Franck Muller it’s lit
Watch them my time [?] bitch
Why sit around cryin’ about a bitch
I build me 9 of them bitches
Okay Lu, spend some bands on it
I know my mans want her
That Ben Frank, bet a bag on her
[?] drag on her, fuck up your leg
Dollar after dollar after dollar, you’ll never last
Roll so much damn weed up with my feet up, we ain’t coming last
Ran with the best though
You gon’ need a vest for ’em
[?] uncle [?]
Young nigga, young nigga shit sitcks hangin’ out the caravan
We gon’ stack it tall as we can
I can’t hear you nigga what you sayin’?

[Hook]
You know it don’t make no sense if it don’t make none
And I got a lotta bitches and it ain’t nothing to replace one
Build my home, bitch I can create one
Name a bigger boss I bet it ain’t one
Never worried, we ain’t never worried
We ain’t never worried, we ain’t never worried
Never worried, never worry
Never worried

[Verse 2]
I had to get up out my feelings, I got dough to be gettin
I got caught up in my pimpin’ but it ain’t your business
Told that bitch, fi she don’t pay me I can’t pay attention
Ran me that paper and stay away from
See a gangster like myself I get that paper then pussy
You know we put that cake on they head
You spend your pussy on some pussy
[?] from pussies, heard you be takin’ the pussy
Fuck her in the Wraith I get outerspace, yeah [?]
And it’s like on Narcos, sellin’ Pablo
Yeah, we be duckin’ 5-0, it’s about survival
Stack that paper ’til it don’t fall
Nigga stand tall, nigga don’t fall

[Hook]
You know it don’t make no sense if it don’t make none
And I got a lotta bitches and it ain’t nothing to replace one
Build my home, bitch I can create one
Name a bigger boss I bet it ain’t one
Never worried, we ain’t never worried
We ain’t never worried, we ain’t never worried
Never worried, never worry
Never worried

The Pretty Reckless – Oh My God

[Verse 1]
Oh my God, wish I was dead
Wish I was [?]
I’m just like them
Stuck in the dark
I am a victim of my own [?]

[Chorus]
And I don’t wanna take it back
I don’t wanna take it back
I don’t wanna take it back too late now
It’s so dumb, it’s so innocent
[Verse 2]
Oh my God, wish I was black
Wish I was [?]
I am so white, shine like the sun
Just like [?]

[Chorus]
And I don’t wanna take it back
I don’t wanna take it back
I don’t wanna take it back too late now
It’s so dumb, it’s so innocent

[Verse 3]
Oh my God, wish I could think
Wish I could do something smarter than sing
I’m just a face painted in mud
Don’t try for perfect, it’s never enough

[Bridge]
I’m just hanging with my head down
I’m just hanging with my head down
I’m just hanging with my head down
I’m just hanging with my head down

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna take it back
I don’t wanna take it back
I don’t wanna take it back too late now
It’s so dumb, it’s so innocent

[Verse 4]
Oh my God, wish I was dead
Wish I could turn off the noise in my head
Oh my God, wish I could breathe
[?] scream
Oh my God, wish I was numb
[?]
Oh my God, wish I could pray
Believe in [?] say
Oh my god, wish I could swim
Cause I’m gonna drown into passion again

The-Dream – Code Blue (From “Fifty Shades Darker”)

[Verse 1]
The closer I get to you
The more I feel like crying
The further I get from you
The more I feel like dying

[Pre-Chorus]
You said you’ll be
Right here forever baby
Oh, just let them [?]
There’s no forever baby
I’m just looking for a little favour
And you’re just trying to save a little time
Baby let me give you a piece of mine

[Chorus]
That’s what I get for loving you, code blue
That’s what I get for loving you, code blue
That’s what I get for loving you, code blue
That’s what I get for loving you, code blue

[Verse 2]
Take whatever’s left, baby
If you go without your heart you will never know
You [?]
As we walk into those doors
In the shadows of the unknown

[Pre-Chorus 2]
I think of you daily
Loving every day about you
And I hope that you
You love everything about me too
But don’t you leave like that
Don’t leave right here, oh no
Stay with me just a couple minutes more

[Chorus]
That’s what I get for loving you, code blue
That’s what I get for loving you, code blue
That’s what I get for loving you, code blue
That’s what I get for loving you, code blue

That’s what I get for loving you
(That’s what I get for loving you) code blue
That’s what I get for loving you
(All I do, all I do)code blue
That’s what I give for loving you, code blue

[Outro]
That’s what I get for love
That’s what I get for love
That’s what I get from you

Nicki Minaj – Bom Bidi Bom (feat. Nick Jonas) (From “Fifty Shades Darker”)

[Verse 1: Nick Jonas]
I was wrong and you were right
If I was yours and you were mine
But it was all good (yeah)
You were gone and I was back
And I was good and you were bad
But it was all good

[Pre-Chorus: Nick Jonas]
‘Cause I’m an addict, I’m your patient
Your lips are the medication
Come here baby, yeah, you know just what I want
You got that

[Chorus: Nick Jonas]
Bom bidi bom bom bom bom bom
Bom bidi bom bom
You give me bad bad love
But I love it baby
Love me all night long
If you want baby, like
Bom bidi bom bom bom bom bom
Bom bidi bom bom bom
‘Cause you’re a bad bad girl
But I love it baby
Love me all night long
If you want baby, yeah
Bom bodi bom bode bode bom bom
Bom bodi bom bode bode bom bom
Bom bodi bom bode bode bom bom
Bom bodi bom bode bode bom bom

[Verse: 2 Nick Jonas]
You played it front, I played it back
You be the first, I be the last
I call it good love
Every kiss and every touch
It’s like a hit ain’t enough
I call it good love

[Pre-Chorus: Nick Jonas]
‘Cause I’m an addict, I’m your patient
Your lips are the medication
Come here baby, yeah, you know just what I want
You got that

[Chorus: Nick Jonas]
Bom bidi bom bom bom bom bom
Bom bidi bom bom
You give me bad bad love
But I love it baby
Love me all night long
If you want baby, like
Bom bidi bom bom bom bom bom
Bom bidi bom bom bom
‘Cause you’re a bad bad girl
But I love it baby
Love me all night long
If you want baby, yeah
Bom bodi bom bode bode bom bom
Bom bodi bom bode bode bom bom
Bom bodi bom bode bode bom bom

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, b-b-b-b-bye, b-b-b-b-bye
He said, if he can’t hit my bullseye, he’d rather die
He put it on me better than any other guy
He said, he need a bad bitch with an alibi
Yo, give me the muny, the yen and the pesos
Sext me on the beach in Turks and Caicos
I give him that work, that twerk, that slay hoes
Sippin’ Grey Goose, and pushin’ that grey ghost
Uh, assume the position when you see a bad one
The D so good, he just got a And 1
I’m about to blow, and I ain’t talking Samsung
I’m about to show him what I do with that tongue

[Chorus: Nick Jonas]
Bom bidi bom bom bom bom bom
Bom bidi bom bom
You give me bad bad love
But I love it baby
Love me all night long
If you want baby, like
Bom bidi bom bom bom bom bom
Bom bidi bom bom bom
‘Cause you’re a bad bad girl
But I love it baby
Love me all night long
If you want baby, yeah
Bom bodi bom bode bode bom bom
Bom bodi bom bode bode bom bom
Bom bodi bom bode bode bom bom

[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
B-b-b-b-bye, b-b-b-b-bye
He tryna bless me like his rabbi-bi
B-b-b-b-bye

MUNA – So Special (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1]
There’s a few bad things I’ve done
That nobody made me do
Most just to get myself off
And the rest to get over you
Meant the things you said
Turns out I had no idea
You’d ever tell me we were done
Or what that would feel like to hear

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Now I know I’m not so special
Cause I’m all dressed up
And you think that I’m beautiful
But it’s not enough
Now I know I’m not so special
Cause I’m all dressed up
And you think that I’m beautiful
But it’s not enough

[Chorus 2]
Guess I’m gonna find another ride
Guess I’ll see you in another life
Guess I’m gonna tell one more lie
I’m surprised you don’t wanna stay by my side

[Verse 2]
I think about the time
And I went down on you in the gallery
And I was always out of line
But I thought you were right there with me

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Now I know I’m not so special
Cause you’re all dressed up
And I think you’re so beautiful
But I’m not your love

[Chorus 2]
Guess I’ll never find another ride
Guess I’ll see you in another life
Guess I’m gonna tell one more lie
I’m surprised you don’t wanna stay by my side

[Chorus 3]
Guess I’m gonna find another ride
Guess I’ll see you in another life
Guess I’m gonna tell one more lie
I’m surprised you don’t wanna stay by my side

Miranda Lambert – We Should Be Friends

If your mind’s as cluttered as your kitchen sink
If your heart’s as empty as your diesel tank
If all your white t-shirts have stains
If you’ve got some guts and got some ink, well then
We should be friends
If you borrow dresses like you borrow time
If you dream all day and drink all night
If you’re looking for love but willing to fight
Over men and momma’s and Miller Lite, well then
We should be friends
I don’t know you well but I know that look
And I can judge the cover ’cause I read the book
On losing sleep and gaining weight
On pain and shame and crazy trains
If you paint your nails while you cut your loss
If you like acting like you’re the boss
If everything your daddy says
Is something you can put stock in, well then
We should be friends (come on!)
I don’t know you well but I know that look
And I can judge the cover ’cause I wrote the book
On losing sleep and gaining weight
On pain and shame and crazy trains
One, two, three
If you use alcohol as a sedative
And bless your heart as a negative
If you ride your white horse like the wind
If what you see is what you get, well then
Oh, we should be friends
Alright
Wohoo
Wohoo
Wohoo
Well then
Oh, we should be friends
Wohoo
Wohoo
Wohoo
Wohoo
Well then
Oh, we can be friends

Led Zeppelin – Good Times Bad Times

In the days of my youth
I was told what it was to be a man
Now I’ve reached the age
I’ve tried to do all those things the best I can
No matter how I try
I find my way to do the same old jam

Good times, bad times
You know I had my share
When my woman left home
With a brown eyed man
Well, I still don’t seem to care

Sixteen I fell in love
With a girl as sweet as could be
Only took a couple of days
Till she was rid of me
She swore that she would be all mine
And love me till the end
When I whispered in her ear
I lost another friend

Good times, bad times
You know I had my share
When my woman left home
With a brown eyed man
Well, I still don’t seem to care

Good times, bad times
You know I had my share
When my woman left home
With a brown eyed man
Well, I still don’t seem to care

I know what it means to be alone
I sure do wish I was at home
I don’t care what the neighbors say
I’m gonna love you each and every day
You can feel the beat within my heart
Realize, sweet babe, we ain’t ever gonna part

Machico – Tomorrow

はじまりの瞬間さ
追い風は砂埃あげた
立ち止まってられない

上手くやり過ごしても
本当に欲しいもの 抱きしめなきゃ
いつも満たされない

探しに行こう 果てしない大空へ
刻む足跡 鮮やかに
きっと君と 描き出そう

走り出せ
誰も知らない未来
飛び込んだ その時に
輝いた君の瞳 感じた
素晴らしい明日がもう 僕らを待っているから

どんなに誤魔化しても
これこそが現実さ
でもね もう目は逸らせない

誰かの幸せとか
横取りしたくなっちゃう けどね
それじゃ満たされない

想像よりも 胸焦がす真実を
見つめる勇気 握りしめ
もっと君と はじめよう

朝焼けが
いつか夢見た未来
照らしてくれてるから
手を繋ぎ 今すぐに飛び出そう
素晴らしい明日はほら 僕らのためにあるから

迷っても 失っても
あの空の向こうで
終わらない 物語は
今日もまた色を変えて瞬くよ
さぁ扉開けて

走り出せ
誰も知らない未来
飛び込んだ その時に
輝いた君の瞳 感じた
素晴らしい明日がもう 僕らを待っているから

Kodak Black – Everything 1K

[Intro]
You know life ain’t tied with a bow but it’s still a gift though
Yeah life ain’t fair but it’s still good though
It’s a blessing just to be here
Everything 1K

[Hook]
I know you’re money hungry
Can’t wait ‘cause you ain’t eat all day
And you gon’ lose your mind if you don’t get a plate
I understand the ups and the downs, street niggas gon’ relate
It’s a struggle man, I’m with you all the way
This for all the soldiers fell victim to the system
Everyday that goes by they so close to losing faith
I got to thank god for everything
It’s a miracle how you’ll wake up and your dreams right in your face
Everything 1K

[Verse 1]
I woke up in the morning on a cold slab
How the hell I’m in a damn cell
I’m in jail taking cold baths
I went down the wrong path
Lil boy don’t go that way
You prolly won’t last
Before I had the fame I had the name
I earned my stripes like Adidas
Sliding base like I’m Derek Jeter
Growing up with no father, it’ll make you evil
How he gon’ learn to be a man when you ain’t never teach him?
Youngin’ can’t even read but he totin’ the Desert Eagle
Look how she left, I bet she told you she won’t never leave you
The same nigga was hating, I turned them to believers
I done made it through the rain and I ain’t called FEMA

[Hook]
I know you’re money hungry
Can’t wait ‘cause you ain’t eat all day
And you gon’ lose your mind if you don’t get a plate
I understand the ups and the downs, street niggas gon’ relate
It’s a struggle man, I’m with you all the way
This for all the soldiers fell victim to the system
Everyday that goes by they so close to losing faith
I got to thank god for everything
It’s a miracle how you’ll wake up and your dreams right in your face
Everything 1K

[Verse 2]
I probably thank god ‘cause without him who is me?
He unlocked my cell when they threw away the key
Jailbird, I was caged in, he came and set me free
I was just on the news, now I’m on MTV
Hurting ‘cause your people ate and you ain’t get a piece
Now you’re taking from your people plate ‘cause you just tryna eat
Grinding for a mil and I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout a combo
My mama need a crib, I been thinking ‘bout a condo
You nothing when you down, it’s crazy how people treat you
Come around now, you can’t even hit the reefer
I pray for all my youngins who done took the same route
Brother from the same struggle, cut from the same cloth

[Hook]
I know you’re money hungry
Can’t wait ‘cause you ain’t eat all day
And you gon’ lose your mind if you don’t get a plate
I understand the ups and the downs, street niggas gon’ relate
It’s a struggle man, I’m with you all the way
This for all the soldiers fell victim to the system
Everyday that goes by they so close to losing faith
I got to thank god for everything
It’s a miracle how you’ll wake up and your dreams right in your face
Everything 1K

Grimes – Venus Fly (feat. Janelle Monae)

[Intro: Grimes]
Hey, oh why you looking at me? (Against the music)
Hey, oh why you looking at me? (Baby I can use it)
(Pitty pat, doing that, talking smack, got my back
Pitty pat, call it black, talking smack)

[Pre-Chorus: Janelle Monáe (Grimes)]
Why you looking at me now?
Why you looking at me again?
What if I pulled my teeth?
Cut my hair underneath my chin
Wrap my curls all around the world
Throw my pearls all across the floor
Feeling my beat like a sniper girl
(Cause I want it more)

[Chorus: Grimes]
Hey, what about me?
Oh, why you looking at me?
Oh, why you looking at me?
(Against the music)
Hey, what about me?
Oh, why you looking at me?
Oh, why you looking at me? (Baby I can use it)

[Verse: Janelle Monáe]
Pitty, pitty, pitty pat
Why you always doing that?
Why you always talking smack?
Yeah, Grimes got my back
Pitty, pitty, pitty pat
Why you always call it black?
Why you always talking smack?
Yeah, Grimes-

[Pre-Chorus: Janelle Monáe (Grimes)]
Why you looking at me now?
Why you looking at me again?
What if I pulled my teeth?
Cut my hair underneath my chin
Wrap my curls all around the world
Throw my pearls all across the floor
Feeling my beat like a sniper girl
(Cause I want it more)

[Chorus: Grimes]
Hey, what about me?
Oh, why you looking at me?
Oh, why you looking at me?
(Against the music)
Hey, what about me?
Oh, why you looking at me?
Oh, why you looking at me? (Baby I can use it)

[Outro: Instrumental + Violin Solo]
(Venus fly!)
Hey! What about…
Again…
Hey! What about…
Oh, why you looking at me?
Again..
Again..
(Why you always talking smack…)
Hey!
Oh, why you looking at me?
Oh, why you looking at me?
Baby, I can use it
(All gotta freak, yeah, you a freak!
I said we all gotta freak, yeah, you a freak!
Freak, freak)

Denzel Curry – This Life

[Hook]
Didn’t notice, but as of late, I think I’ve changed
Not the same since my younger days, so far I came
Feel my pain til; I can’t complain, cause I’ma slide for a minute
Till I rise in the business, make a billion show my niggas what up
In this life, middle fingers up I dont fuck with a 9 to 5
I keep it true to me, why the fuck would I live a lie?
I’m living in this world, would you care if I live or die?
You down, then would you ride for me?
Beause this life is so fucked up they telling lies to me
You are my main and as my main you’d better not lie to me
And I would tell you like Geminis there might be sides to me
She not my main bitch, I’ma tell you she’s a side to me

[Verse 1]
Like, she assigned to me, but you are designed for me
And if I say I got your back then hold my spine for me
And if I couldn’t shed a tear, girl, would you cry for me?
And if we was a couple doves, girl would you fly with me?
I’m overseas, what I oversee, ocean sea, see reflections of the way we supposed to be
Unluckily, we not at peace
That’s the end of my clover leaf, wouldn’t care if you know it’s me
Keep away until you notice me

[Hook]
Didn’t notice, but as of late, I think I’ve changed
Not the same since my younger days, so far I came
Feel my pain till I can’t complain, cause I’ma slide for a minute
Till I rise in the business, make a billion show my niggas what up
In this life, middle fingers up I don’t fuck with a 9 to 5
I keep it true to me, why the fuck would I live a lie?
I’m living in this world, would you care if I live or die?
Are you down, then would you ride for me?
Because this life is so fucked up they telling lies to me
You are my main and as my main you’d better not lie to me
And I would tell you like Geminis there might be sides to me
She not my main bitch, ima tell you she’s a side to me

[Verse 2]
She told me that I wasn’t losing her, that she losing me
L-O-V, -E, we outta gas, I’ll see you in a week
Thinking that, you won’t fornicate with niggas that you meet
But silly me, now we are the same, Cupid admit defeat
Girl, are you out of your mind? I would think you were mine
You were a part of me, part of me, parts of me died
Idolized you when I didn’t unite
You won’t tell for the moment, but time will tell, but as of now

[Hook]
You didn’t notice, but as of late, I think I’ve changed
Not the same since my younger days, so far I came
Feel my pain til I can’t complain, cause Imma slide for a minute
Till I rise in the business, make a billion show my niggas what up
In this life, middle fingers up I dont fuck with a 95
I keep it true to me, why the fuck would I live a lie
I’m living in this world, would you care if I live or die
You down, then would you ride for me?
Beause this life is so fucked up they telling lies to me
You are my main and as my main youd better not lie to me
And I would tell you like Geminis there might be sides to me
She not my main bitch, I’ma tell you she’s a side to me

Chief Keef – Reload (feat. Tadoe & Ballout)

[Intro: Ballout]
Oooooo, what the fuck?
This bitch made my spill my muhfucking cup!

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
[?], stuff it
Half ounce, fuck it
This track bitch, you love it
Already fucking
That ain’t straight drop, that’s Tussin
That fake ice, tuck it
‘Cause this bling on me bussing
Believe that, trust it

[Verse 2: Tadoe]
Balling real hard, I ain’t hooping nigga
Bought a lil bitch, I ain’t Cupid nigga
I get getting money, getting stupid figures
Got your gun but you ain’t shooting nigga
Hit a nigga pockets like a goofy, nigga
Blue Robbin’s jeans with the Ruger, nigga
Just copped a Porsche, real [?] nigga
Hit a few blocks acting foolish nigga
Smoking on the dope, got a toolie with us
Smoking on the thoinks, got a cutie with us
All my niggas solid, no fruity niggas
And I’m getting quap, still shooting niggas
Shawty bounce her ass like I’m Juvie nigga
Shawty bounce her ass like I’m Juvie nigga
In this bitch, we gon’ make a movie nigga
In this bitch, we gon’ make a movie nigga

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Niggas steady talking that tough shit
Me and gang be on that fuck shit
This car I’m whipping be on that rough shit
Kentucky Derby, we on that dust shit
You want something nigga, meet me at the function
Don’t make your bitch meet me at the dungeon
All this muhfucking designer on me
Fuck around, thought I was up in London
Drive the car like it’s muhfucking stuntman
Shoot the ball like I’m muhfucking Kobe
Shoot the pistol like I’m muhfucking Odee
Ice on me got me colder than a polar
And the dope got me higher than a solar
In that thang, switching lanes like a bowler
Crack the window, the damn choppa go aroma
In on [?] skating, call me Homer

[Verse 4: Ballout]
Top of the roof, have my gang hoe
Just fucked yo bitch, kicked yo bitch out
Just took me a [?]
It ain’t even been an hour
Counting this money up
Know I had to run it up
Hopped out to get some cups
Hellcat, still [?]

[Verse 5: Tadoe]
Hellcat and just copped new jeans
Real [?]
Trap spot got like two or three
Hit my phone if you need a few P’s
In the strip club serving QP’s
New jeans cost me ’bout two keys
Beep the ranch sauce, smoke the blue cheese
Beep the ranch sauce, smoke the blue cheese

[Verse 6: Chief Keef]

Desiigner – Outlet

[Intro]
Ooooo all the way it go
Ooooo all the way it go
Ooooo all the way it go
Oooooaahhhhhhh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooooo all the way it go
Ooooo all the way it go
Ooooo all the way it go
Ooooo all the way it go
Ooooo all the way it go
Oooooaahhhhhhh

[Hook]
Got that Ruger on me, jeweler on me
Mula on me, who the homie
You be talking shit, got that boss bitch
Boss bitch, hold on, I crashed the whip
Choppa gon’ lay down a nigga
That’s that O shit, boss shit
Ready to switch up
Got that new money
Blue money, ready to pick up
Like ooooooo, choppa gon’ bury a nigga
I go get it how I live it
Talk shit, yeah nigga, talk is all a memory
The choppa hit, chalk shit, walk quick
Yeah niggas beefin’ is all a memory
I let ’em hate, talk shit, talk shit
Yeah, nigga, this is all it did to me
More bottles, more bitches, more gold
More hoes, this is all a victory

[Verse]
Ballin’ hard in my i8
Watch it swerve, keep my mind straight
Dip and dash, hit ya guy gate
Dip and dash, hit ya guy face
I be talking like I got a Rays Charles choppa
Yeah that’s my blind date
You be talking like you B.I.G
You’ll get crossed out, you ain’t got faith
That’s that guy snake
Watch out for that guy snake
Big bullets with the U-Haul truck
So we move his ass ’round my place
Move his ass over there and over there
Take his ass around (THLLLLLAH )
That’s what happens when it’s my state
Whip the glass ’til the pot break
Whip the glass, gotta watch snakes
Whip the glass, gotta watch jakes
Niggas coming fast, choppa whip his ass
Everybody gotta tryna buy plate
Everybody tryna whip the coke up
Get it back to the Tri-State
Get it back to the Tri-State
Get it back to the Tri-State
That’s the rocket launcher or that golden Smithen
Smith and Wesson, it’ll eject ya, golden hit ya
That them black and white, the pandas go and get ya
Got that gold watch
….with me, getting more liquor
She be paparazzin’ with her tits out, getting more liquor
I be countin’ money, gettin’ cash
Yeah gettin’ more jigga
Let me find out that you riding ’round with them broke niggas
Everybody riding town, yeah niggas gon’ get ya
And they gon’ hit ya
Fill you with holes, nigga

[Bridge]
I done get it how I get it
Talk shit, yeah nigga, talk is all a memory
Smith and Wesson, it’ll eject ya
Golden hit ya
That’s the black and white, pandas gon’ get ya

[Verse 2]
Got gold bottle with that stripper with me
Getting more liquor, more pigeons, more cash
More chicken
Dead niggas come through, gon’ flip ’em
Old niggas own niggas, I’m my own nigga
I’m a king, welcome to the throne, nigga
Barreled up, hit you with the stones, nigga
Knock you out, Mr. Larry Holmes, nigga
Switch it up, clap you chrome, nigga
On the camera, hit you with the drones, nigga
Hot97 turn to Mac 11
Everybody worried ’bout me, get ya own, nigga

[Outro]
Ball out champion, fall out champion
Ball out champion, fall out champion
Ball out champion, fall out champion
The war not never done
Ayy, ayy, ayy, true
Ball like a champion, fall like a champion
Ball like a champion
Ball like a champion, fall like a champion
Ball like a champion
Ball like a champion, fall like a champion
Ball like a champion
Ball like a champion, fall like a champion
Ball like a champion
Ball like a champion, fall like a champion
Ball like a champion
Ball like a champion, fall like a champion
Ball like a champion