Tyga – Feel Me lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah man
Aye this shit gotta be club, car and pussy at the highest level nigga
Bitch I’m the shit
(Feel me?)
Them niggas ain’t this
Feel me? Skrrt
9-11 on my wrist
Feel me?
Not the time but the whip, bitch
Feel me?

Kylie Jenner thick, you gotta feel me
Happy birthday, here’s a Benz, feel me?
First, last name rich, feel me?
Yeah, bitch, I’m the shit, feel me?
We at the highest level, feel me?
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
(Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!)

I need my cash money, a mili, a mili, a mili, a mili, a mili
These bitches is litty, my niggas is litty, we lit up the city, you feel me?
My haters is humble, we hit up the city, we skrrt off with [?]
Take her shoppin’ but can’t get that python through customs
Hundred k for the PJ, fuck it, garment bags, no luggage, feel me?
Getting money, you relate, feel me?
Bank account liftin’ weights, feel me?
Let my niggas through the gate, feel me?
Bel-Air estates, huh
[?] with the cake, huh
I’m hands on with that cake
I need my bitches A1
I got a lot at stake, feel me?

We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
(Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!)
Kim K thick, you gotta feel me
At the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly

Flew in for the fight, that’s that thug life
Pac sittin’ shotgun next to Suge Knight
Coogie Coogie, Coogie, Coogie on
Feels like I’m in the movie holmes
Texted my Consigliere
Tell the maid leave the Jacuzzi on
(Who you tryna get crazy with, don’t you know I’m loco?)
That Calabasas ‘cross a sweatshirt
I wear it to a meeting like a dress shirt
Top shot, I’ll put the pressure
To make a nigga with the measure
There’s levels to my retail
The devil’s in the detail
Niggas be typing hard as hell
Going heavy metal on the email
Niggas be so emo, catchin’ feelings like a female
Get quiet as a church mouse
Phone sounding like a seashell
Niggas get so choked up, I had to bring back the [?]

We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
(Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!)

Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Madchild – Write It Down

[Intro] Organik
(Make some motherfucking noise for Madchild)

[Hook]
You might not like the shit I do
I might not like the shit you do
I’m just glad that I’m not like you
And they’re just glad that I’m not quite through

Don’t even think about it, write it down
Don’t even think about it, write it down
Don’t even think about it, write it down
Don’t even think about it, write it down

[Verse 1]
I’m dangerous like an angel with black wings and some gold horns
Lyrically the hulk, waking up with my clothes torn
Lyrically you suck like waking up with a coldsore
You got the other night from making out with a coke whore
Don’t bother trying to make sense, your shit I’m imagining
I’m just bragging with above average savagery
Dark arts and imagery, drawn from my tragedy
Shane’s brain’s a dragon ’cause of Shane’s pain and agony
Yeah, I’m breathing fire from a distance
Look at my persistence, firing on all pistons
You don’t want fuck with me, I’m sickest with this pen, boy
Meticulously ill just to ridiculously enjoy
Young Mike Tyson in his prime
Schwarzenegger in Conan
A no man, De Niro in Ronin
Terrifying immigrant, pair of limbs from ligaments
Smoking cigarettes, I still rap like I’m young and ignorant

[Hook]
You might not like the shit I do
I might not like the shit you do
I’m just glad that I’m not like you
And they’re just glad that I’m not quite through

Don’t even think about it, write it down
Don’t even think about it, write it down
Don’t even think about it, write it down
Don’t even think about it, write it down

[Verse 2]
These rappers suck
Other listeners as pissed as I am
Mystifying, twisted little giant with the fist of iron
Old school, never call me that, forever futuristic
I get it cracking, watch this cracker flip and go ballistic
I’m not ashamed to be the tyrant that I am
‘Cause I can get as violent as The Silence of the Lambs
Mind is riotous, pirate of the land, quit your sniveling
You can’t find a near equivalent deliverance
Making music for all my siblings
Trimming off the simplest, talking like I’m belligerent
Taking chances, fucking groupie bitches bareback
Silverback gorilla, I’m snapping like I’m a bear trap

[Sample]

[Verse 3]
Can’t believe I’m far from it again like I’m the laughingstock
Problem is a pussy perfect sweeter than an apricot
Now I’m feeling trapped, chains wrapped around my ankle socks
Connected to a concrete block with bolts and shackles locked
(Fuck!)
Before I drown like I’m a sack of rocks
Back to ripping songs with killer hooks like I’m a tackle box
I’m an angry ox
Underground with all the fucking Fraggle Rocks
Hope you get the picture like a Magnavox

[Hook]
You might not like the shit I do
I might not like the shit you do
I’m just glad that I’m not like you
And they’re just glad that I’m not quite through

Don’t even think about it, write it down
Don’t even think about it, write it down
Don’t even think about it, write it down
Don’t even think about it, write it down

[Outro/Sample]

Lil Uzi Vert – Ps & Qs

[Intro]
Yuh
I ain’t gone lie
This song right here slick hatin’
So

[Hook]
Yeah, I took what’s yours
I made her mine
Yeah, I took what’s yours
I made her mine
Jump in the Porsche, ride through the night
I changed your life, now you gone rock
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money

[Verse 1]
She had a nigga that was on the music scene (what, thought he was me?)
Had a nigga, thought he was going straight to the league (yeah, straight to the D)
Yeah, fuck with my baby I swear that, that nigga gone bleed
Yeah, she left that boy and ride for me

[Verse 2]
Stay on my P’s and my Q’s, yeah
Stay on my Q’s and my P’s, yeah
Cause that could happen to me, yeah
Ran that girl to the big league, yeah
Diamonds thats all on my teeth, yeah
Diamonds thats all on my teeth, yeah
Put my girl in new Chanel
And I got her a new weave
Put my girl in new Chanel
And I got her a new weave
Like, haha, oh well, now your girl with me
Like, Austin was holding her up, yea, um boy please
Like bye bye, Austin, hello to Lil Uzi

[Hook]
Yeah, I took what’s yours
I made her mine
Yeah, I took what’s yours
I made her mine
Jump in the Porsche, ride through the night
I changed your life, now you gone rock
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

[Verse 3]
Watch out for my doors
Lambo that bitch roar (skrt)
Tell my girl that the world could be yours, yeah
Number one rule, don’t listen to whores, yeah
No, you’ve never lived this life before, yeah
More money than your last man, of course, yeah
Drivin’ in that foreign, yeah
Where you thought you was goin’ in that Ford
I took what’s yours, yeah
I made her mine
I made her mine, yeah
I took what’s yours
I made her mine, yeah
I took what’s yours
I made her mine, yeah
I took what’s yours

[Hook]
Yeah, I took what’s yours
I made her mine
Yeah, I took what’s yours
I made her mine
Jump in the Porsche, ride through the night
I changed your life, now you gone rock
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah

[Outro]
Stay on my P’s and my Q’s, yeah
Stay on my Q’s and my P’s
Stay on my P’s and my Q’s, yeah
Stay on my Q’s and my P’s

Christopher – Free Fall

[Verse 1]
If you know, and I know
Standing on the edge of mistery
If you jump, I jump
Is the only way to set us free fall
[?] to free fall

[Chorus]
Baby this Is what
Baby this Is what you run away
Baby this Is what you wanna be
Baby this Is what you run away, run away

[Verse 2]
We hang [?] to people falling
Love at the same time
Acting like It’s no possible
[?]
When you see the [?] is falling
Baby now you can [?]
[?]

[Pre-Chorus]
If you know, and I know
Standing on the edge of mistery
If you jump, I jump
Is the only way to set us free fall
[?] to free fall

[Chorus]
Baby this Is what
Baby this Is what you run away
Baby this Is what you wanna be
Baby this Is what you run away, run away

[Bridge]
[?]

[Pre-Chorus]
If you know, and I know
Standing on the edge of mistery
If you jump, I jump
Is the only way to set us free fall
[?] to free fall

[Chorus]
Baby this Is what
Baby this Is what you run away
Baby this Is what you wanna be
Baby this Is what you run away, run away

Kamaiyah – Freaky Freaks

[Verse 1]
Hennessy in my cup and it’s filled up
Shout out to the freaks in the building
If you nasty, then I’m nasty, too
And I fucks with you cause you a real one
Fuck it up all night cause we still young
Wake up the next day and we still drunk
I’m drunk as hell, he fucked Chanel
He be getting around, but I still fuck
Cause I’m nasty, N-A-S-T
Add a Y to the shit, get drunk all week
Slow grind to the reel, we don’t fuck off beat
Got the pups and the bumps in some cut-off jeans
I be freaking that shit like it’s ’95
Fall asleep in the Jeep, I’m too high to drive
It’s the Henney in my cup and the freak in me
I’m just looking for the sluts and the freaky freaks

[Hook]
Freaky freaky, freaky freaks
Freaky freaky, freaky freaks
Freaky freaky, freaky freaks
Freaky freaky, freaky freaks

[Verse 2]
Shawty want the digits to my brick phone
Shawty want the code to my beat book
Shawty wanna go to the bathroom
And do some things that we never gon’ speak of
I’m just a freak of the industry
The young freak with the Hennessy
And if I do some things to your boyfriend
I bet the nigga gon’ remember me
I go by Ill Yaya, the [?] hooch
Been on fire since ’92
If he look, bet he chose, wrists on froze
I ain’t never really been the type to lose
I’m just a young black chick with a attitude
Better move out my way when I’m passing through
It’s the Henney in my cup and the freak in me
I’m just looking for the sluts and the freaky freaks

[Hook]
Freaky freaky, freaky freaks
Freaky freaky, freaky freaks
Freaky freaky, freaky freaks
Freaky freaky, freaky freaks

[Outro]
All these niggas and all the hoes in here
Somebody here gon’ fuck
All these niggas and all the hoes in here
Somebody here gon’ fuck

Skillz – 2016 Rap Up

This past year was a bummer
Looking back, it kinda makes me wonder
How it came and went and damn near took everyone under
Its crazy out here and even though it was tough
I’ma run it back, this is 2016 Rap Up

Denver won the Super Bowl, Cam came up short
Leo got his Oscar and El Chapo got caught
They got mosquitoes with the Zika, so don’t get bit
Peyton and Kobe Bryant both called it quits
I gotta admit, Fam, I get mad as shit
When I swipe my card and they say "No, You gotta use your chip"
Damn Daniel, "Hamilton" was lit
Who let Kanye West get 53 million in debt?
And Rihanna went to work without taking a pause
ISIS popping and y’all worried about bathroom laws?!?
Come on, fam
How that sound?
So we out here standing up
Just so y’all can sit down?
Warriors went on a streak and then they got served
Panda was a hit and we couldn’t understand the words
Huh, and Khaled kept snapping
These youngins keep mumbling
I guess y’all call that rapping
I’ve seen "Stranger Things", come on dude
Y’all out here shooting gorillas and punching kangaroos
Janet Jackson pregnant at 50, dog
So for you ol’ broads, there might be some hope for y’all
I ain’t throwing shade, it ain’t that deep
Shit I don’t want nobody out here fucking with me in these streets
Then Birdman ran up on Charlamagne
And Lil’ Wayne still not ‘puttin’ respect on his name’
Michael left Kelly trying to get paid
But the world stopped when Beyonce dropped Lemonade
She slayed, and over-shared
And ya’ll still trying to find out about ‘Becky with the good hair.’
As far as questions, I got one
"Hey Hov and B, is y’all finished or is y’all done?"
Son, I don’t know if it was fake
I know KD did the running man challenge all the way to Golden State
The whole year made no sense
Dog, we live in a world without Muhammad Ali and no Prince
Then Gucci came home
And he looked so different y’all was like, "naw, that’s got to be a clone"
Y’all was glued to y’all phones
And LeBron got it done for the Cavs and brought the chip back home
Snapchatting all over the place
I swear to God, if I see one more girl with a dog on her face
It was a sad year for sure
Instead of being woke though
Y’all wanted to play Pokemon Go!
And rap got weird, should we be concerned?
Young Thug in a dress, Yung Joc got a perm
And everybody was in the Presidential race
Ryan Lochte, Oh he gets the Michael Phelps’ face
Game and Meek beefing, Hillary and Trump
Kap took a knee, T.I., Brad Pitt got dumped
And Trump said he going to build a wall on the border
Ya’ll will probably go to flip bottles water
The snow storm had the East underground
The kept shooting black men but wouldn’t shoot killer clowns
They kept telling us to use our voices
Knowing damn well they ain’t really give us no choices
Get an iPhone with no headphone cord
Or get a Galaxy and go and meet the Lord
See they go low, and we go high
You only got two friends. Why you trying to go Live?
I’ma miss the Obamas, I don’t wanna see them go
My prayers to everyone that we lost in Orlando
The Oscars were so white they had to get Chris Rock
And the album of the year had to be Anderson.Paak
Cubs finally Won, Usain was on fire
Melania Trump hired the wrong ghostwriter
I’m petty with the manners
‘Cuz I think Kim K. got robbed by Joanne the Scammer
Ooouuu
Biters keep testin’ me
They making rappers, but they ain’t got the recipe
Huh, Yeah that’s facts
Shout to Young M.A. for bringing New York back
And I hear y’all talking about "Kanye is fine"
Well to us it look like Kanye done lost his mind
Cowboys kept ballin’, them boys in the zone
Bryson Tiller came along, kept telling us "Don’t"
I’m highly favored
I clap back on my haters
I be the beans, greens, potatoes, tomatoes
The mannequin challenge, oh, that’s how y’all feel?
The World moving dog, we can’t just stand still
Beyonce made sure y’all got in formation
One time for Phife Dawg from the Zulu Nation
Did Drake bag J.Lo? I say kinda
But y’all was all up in arms over Rob and Chyna
And that’s a new level of female pimping
Biggest L of the year goes to Hillary Clinton
You ask me, man, I thought she had it made
You ask me now, shit, I think we all got played
Another sign of the times
And now the whole World laughing at us, sounding like ChewbaccaMom
2016 was a bully and a punk
On top of that, now we gotta deal with Donald Trump?
Pardon me, as I vent
Bro, we made a reality star the President
And that just makes me sick
Talking about, "We gotta give him a chance." Naw
I ain’t got to give him shit
It’s going to be hard to cope
Because you can’t have progress, dog, if you don’t have hope
More pros, less rookies
And if America’s ours, how we let it get grabbed by the pussy?
They say I sound mad, off the cuff
Oh, I sound mad? Y’all don’t sound mad enough
So from here on out, we gotta set the tone
Y’all protect yourself and protect your own
And way too many people got called back home
2016 you can go, and I’m glad you’re gone
Felt like a long bad dream
I’m wishing you love and life, Welcome to 2017

SiR – Where I Wanna Be (Donell Jones Cover)

I said I left my baby girl a message
Saying I won’t be coming home
I’d rather be alone
She doesn’t fully understand me
That I’d rather leave than to cheat
If she give me some time
I can be the man she needs
But there’s a lot of lust inside of me
And we’ve been together since our teenage years
I really don’t mean to hurt her but I need some time
To be alone

But when you love someone
You just don’t treat them bad
Oh how I feel so sad
Now that I want to leave
She’s crying her heart to me
How could you let this be?
I just need time to see
Where I want to be
Where I want to be

Sweet little do-dee-do-dee
I don’t mean to hurt you baby, oh no
Never did I imagine
That you would play a major part
In a decision that’s so hard
Do I leave, do I stay, do I go
I think about my life and what matters to me the most
Girl the love that we share is real
But in time your heart will heal
I’m not saying I’m gone
But I have to find what life is like
Without you

But when you love someone
You just don’t treat them bad
Oh how I feel so sad
Now that I want to leave
She’s crying her heart to me
How could you let this be?
I just need time to see
Where I want to be
Where I want to be

Sweet little do-dee-do-dee
I don’t mean to hurt you baby

See when you love someone
You just don’t treat them bad
Oh how I feel so sad
Now that I want to leave
She’s crying her heart to me
How could you let this be?
I just need time to see
Where I want to be

See when you love someone
You just don’t treat them bad
Oh how I feel so sad
Now that I want to leave
She’s crying her heart to me
How could you let this be?
I just need time to see
Where I want to be

See when you love someone
You just don’t treat them bad
Oh how I feel so sad
Now that I want to leave
She’s crying her heart to me
How could you let this be?
I just need time to see
Where I want to be

Where I want to be

I’m sorry baby

The Avalanches – Bad Day (feat. Freddie Gibbs)

[Intro: Shuggie Otis + Freddie Gibbs]
Feel sunshine sparkle pink and blue
Feel sunshine sparkle pink and blue
Feel sunshine sparkle pink and blue
Feel sunshine sparkle pink and blue
Feel sunshine sparkle pink and blue
Yeah, yeah
Feel sunshine sparkle pink and blue
Feel sunshine sparkle pink and blue
Yeah, uh, yeah
Feel sunshine sparkle pink and blue
Feel sunshine sparkle pink and blue
I wanna thank the young Freddie Kane, man
Freddie Kane

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Life without fear
Puttin’ five karats in my baby girl’s ear
Used to put the cars in my baby mama’s name
4 A.M. for breakfast we was cookin’ cocaine, now it’s lunches
Brunches, interviews by the fuckin’ pool
No security, I’m solo with my fuckin’ tool
Niggas tweetin’ ’bout a murder, bust a fuckin’ move
If we comin’ through, we leave their bodies on the fuckin’ news
Channel 7, Channel 2, Channel 5, nigga
Hit me up, I bet my homies down to ride, nigga
And it’s just how this shit go where I reside, nigga
Welfare, food stamps, how we survive, nigga
Yeah, I guess it’s hard for me to shake this
Automatic, bad habit, help me break this
Rollin’ through, my shooters war up and face shit
Crack rock, straight base, ain’t shit to play with, yeah, nigga
Uh, yeah
Crack rock, straight base, ain’t shit to play with, yeah, nigga

[Verse 2]
And it feels like I’m not really gettin’ through
And it feels like I’m not really gettin’ through
And it feels like I’m not really gettin’ through
Yo what’s up?

[Outro: Stevie Wonder]
For once I can touch what my heart used to dream of
Long before I knew
Someone warm like you
I never dreamt of making my dreams come true
I never dreamt of making my dreams come true

Cashmere Cat – Throw Myself A Party (feat. Starrah, 2 Chainz & Tory Lanez)

[Intro: Starrah]
Sip, sip, sip, sip, yeah
Grab my bottle, take a big sip
Grab my bottle, take a big sip
Sip, sip, sip, sip, yeah
Grab my bottle, take a big sip

[Hook: Starrah]
I just wanna get drunk and throw myself a party
I’ve been juuging for some months, time to throw myself a party
Roll my green up with some blunts and throw myself a party
Bad bitches turning up, time to throw myself a party
I’ve been working hard, now it’s time to go in
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party
Young and living large, baby, yeah you know it
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Another party, ‘nother Ferrari
I stretch the truth like pilates
See all of my hoes exotic
None of your hoes invited
When I meet her in the lobby
If she ain’t fucking then I leave her in the lobby
I fuck the bitch if she pigeon toed
Using my belt for a mistle toe
I used to bet on the telephone
I done made love in a vehicle
This right here, this is your anthem
Throw a party in the mansion
Throw a party in a trap house
Drink something then pass out
2 Chainz, tru

[Hook: Starrah]
I just wanna get drunk and throw myself a party
I’ve been juuging for some months, time to throw myself a party
Roll my green up with some blunts and throw myself a party
Bad bitches turning up, time to throw myself a party
I’ve been working hard, now it’s time to go in
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party
Young and living large, baby, yeah you know it
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party

[Verse 2: Starrah]
12 months straight, no sleep
Sipping lean, still no sleep
Party hard till the sun creep
Making money niggas don’t sleep
Turn your bitch into a super freak
Said she only had one drink
Blow her line up, she gon’ let the phone ring-ring-ring
Calling all her friends, they wan’ get it in
Tell ’em it’s about to get lit, yeah they know it’s about to get lit
20 bitches on the hit list
I want all her friends, down to get it in
Yeah they know it’s ’bout to get lit
Yeah they know it’s ’bout to get lit
Grab my bottle, take a big sip
Sip, sip, sip, sip, yeah
Grab my bottle, take a big sip

[Hook: Starrah]
I just wanna get drunk and throw myself a party
I’ve been juuging for some months, time to throw myself a party
Roll my green up with some blunts and throw myself a party
Bad bitches turning up, time to throw myself a party
I’ve been working hard, now it’s time to go in
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party
Young and living large, baby, yeah you know it
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party

[Verse 3: Tory Lanez]
So tell me am I wrong?
Cause I think every girl in here just wanna fuck me
Off Patron, spilling what I’m sipping on these Balmain jeans
Maybe we should have a party
Like where the fuck my bitches tonight?
And where the fuck my liquor tonight?
Tell the waitress we ain’t tip unless she get it right
So get that liquor, come here shawty

[Hook: Starrah & (Tory Lanez)]
(I just wanna get drunk)
And throw myself a party
I’ve been juuging for some months, time to throw myself a party
Roll my green up with some blunts and throw myself a party
Bad bitches turning up, time to throw myself a party
I’ve been working hard, now it’s time to go in
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party
Young and living large, baby, yeah you know it
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party

[Outro: Francis and the Lights]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Throw myself a party

Beyonce & Shakira – Beautiful Liar

Ay, Ay, Ay
Nobody likes being played
Beyonce, Beyonce
Shakira, Shakira (hey)

[Beyonce] He said I’m worth it, his one desire
[Shakira] I know things about ’em that you wouldn’t wanna read about
[Beyonce] He kissed me, his one and only, (yes) beautiful Liar
[Shakira] Tell me how you tolerate the things that you just found out about

[Shakira] You never know
[Beyonce] Why are we the ones who suffer
[Shakira] I have to let go
[Beyonce] He won’t be the one to cry

[Beyonce] (Ay) Let’s not kill the karma
(Ay) Let’s not start a fight
(Ay) It’s not worth the drama
For a beautiful liar
[Shakira] Can’t we laugh about it (Ha Ha Ha)
(Oh) It’s not worth our time
(Oh) We can live without ’em
Just a beautiful liar

[Shakira] I trusted him, but when I followed you, I saw you together
[Beyonce] I didn’t know about you then ’till I saw you with him again
[Shakira] I walked in on your love scene, slow dancing
[Beyonce] You stole everything, how can you say I did you wrong

[Shakira] You never know
[Beyonce] When the pain and heartbreak’s over
[Shakira] I have to let go
[Beyonce] The innocence is gone

[Beyonce] (Ay) Let’s not kill the karma
(Ay) Let’s not start a fight
(Ay) It’s not worth the drama
For a beautiful liar
[Shakira] Can’t we laugh about it (Ha Ha Ha)
(Oh) It’s not worth our time
(Oh) We can live without ’em
Just a beautiful liar

[Shakira] Tell me how to forgive you
When it’s me who’s ashamed
[Beyonce] And I wish could free you
Of the hurt and the pain
(Both) But the answer is simple
He’s the one to blame

Beyonce Beyonce
Shakira Shakira
Beyonce Beyonce
Shakira Shakira
(Hey)

[Beyonce] (Ay) Let’s not kill the karma
(Ay) Let’s not start a fight
(Ay) It’s not worth the drama
For a beautiful liar
[Shakira] Can’t we laugh about it (Ha Ha Ha)
(Oh) It’s not worth our time
(Oh) We can live without ’em
Just a beautiful liar

Kis-My-Ft2 – Gravity

Gravity
I feel it pulling me down, so deep to the ground
KMF 2, Let’s get DOWN !

Idomu 7 Dreams nana-iro no Seas
……. Betsubetsu no Style kasanatte Rize
Hitotsu to naru Team futatsu to nai michi
……. U betta hold on Tight, habataite Let it Ride !
Go ! Let’s GO !

Ho wo agete houi sadamete oikaze oikoshite koko e
Mezasu sora utsuru Smile on your FACE

Sono osore ga ikidomari nara chizu wo kakikaeyou
Tamerai mayoi no kotae wa It’s all in there
……. Like Gravity, it’s right there !

Sou mune no naka
G-Get up ! G-G-G-Get up now ! Ayunda kyori kattou no kazu
Don’t Give up ! D-D-Don’t Give up ! Chikara ni shite
……. We’re gonna fight together !
Kimi no sono omomi wa
……. "G" wo toraete ippo fumidase
Kimi ga sasaete iru
……. Yeah, tsugi no sta"G"e e
Fuan nara Feel the Gravity
KMF2, Here’s another verse, now get DOWN !

Hashiru 7 Days nana toori ni Play
……. Meguru Everyday Looks all the Same
Tamesareru Game kowasenai kabe
……. Don’t ever let it Shade, habataite Let it Fade !

Sono itami nori koete chizu ni kakitasou
Atarimae no you ni kotae wa It’s all in here
……. Like Gravity, it’s right here !

Sou mune no naka
G-Get up ! G-G-G-Get up now ! Namida no saki egao ga nozoku
Don’t Give up ! D-D-Don’t Give up ! Arinomama de
……. We’re gonna fight together !
Kimi ga omou yori
……. "G" no neiro de tooku hibikase
Kimi wa yowaku wa nai
……. Yeah, nozomu ima"G"e de
Akiramezu Fight the Gravity

Ha ! Kis-My-Ft 2’s gon’ take U up higher
Feel the G to da beat’n odore ya’ll
Juuryoku no you ni Feel it
Inryoku no you ni Pull it

Nan no tame dare no tame me wo tojireba
Ukanda mou yami nante kowakunai
……. Like Gravity, it’s right there !

Sou mune no naka
G-Get up ! G-G-G-Get up now ! Arashi no nochi aozora hiraku
Don’t Give up ! D-D-Don’t Give up ! Saa tachiagare
……. We’re gonna fight together !
Kimi no sono egao wa
……. "G" no SUPIIDO de koko e oide
Boku wo sasaete iru
……. Yeah, todoke next a"G"e e
Tokihanate Free the Gravity

Feel it pulling us down it’s Gravity, Feel it pulling us down…
KMF2, Let’s get DOWN !

Ryoga – Rock This World

Hibikaseru kakumei Fun Time
Here We Are Now kasaneru One Life
Believe Or Not We Gonna Have A Good Time
So Get It Started Yo Baby Show Me What You Got

gari youtensei

Shout Out “Boom Boom”
Get Your Crazy On
Shout Out “Boom Boom”
Get Your Crazy On

Come On Get Up Stand Up sono te tatakina
mune no takanari wo Turn It Up Yo Everybody
hane no keru puresshaa keri agero tenshon
ichido kiri no yakudou wo uchi narase

ROCK THIS WORLD
Yeah Break Down kaihou hitori omoiteki Vision
We Run This World
Uh Get Down Ride On kono biito ga saikyou Invitation

nagare ni hamukai Just Do Or Die
oretachi ga jidai mou yaru shika nai
okose! Gekiteki ROCK THIS WORLD

gari youtensei

Shout Out “Boom Boom”
Get Your Crazy On
Shout Out “Boom Boom”
Get Your Crazy On

Lock Up… ! ! Kihin afureru kono toiki ni
rikaishiaenai musuu ni hirogaru koi kiri
Reverse!!Our Time Has Come…
sorenara soutou medatsu tte kotodaro Ha… itadakou… ?
Hey Yo Ladies oborena enbi na geijutsu
Gentlemen toraeyo sekai wo te ni suru kono genjitsu
shiganai gyakkyou Jack! Jack! Jack! Yume de owaranai I’ll Be Back!!
Ichido kiri no michi wo ikiro muri no kuchi wo tojiro Hell No! !

Come On Get Up Stand Up jibun wo kakagena
mune no takanari ga tarinai nara Move Your Body
afure dasu kuresshendo uchiageru misshon
ichido kiri no yakudou wo toki hanate

ROCK THIS WORLD
Yeah Break Down kaihou hitori omoiteki Vision
We Run This World
Uh Get Down Ride On kono biito ga saikyou Invitation

nagare ni hamukai Just Do Or Die
oretachi ga jidai mou yaru shikanai
okose! Gekiteki ROCK THIS WORLD

gari youtensei

Shout Out “Boom Boom”
Get Your Crazy On
Shout Out “Boom Boom”
Get Your Crazy On

Polly Cutter – I’m Satisfied (Lyrics On Screen)

I’m satisfied with your loving
When you hold me tight, I’m in Heaven
Ooo, I’m satisfied
When you’re loving me

Temptation was too strong
And when you’re in a game of love
I must control
I know you know that I give in so easily
‘Cause your love is killing me
I lose control

I’m satisfied with your loving
When you hold me tight, I’m in Heaven
Ooh, I’m satisfied
When you’re loving me

And when I’m really alone
And I call you on the phone
You come home
Tell me, yes, you do, in words and you
Whisper in my ear
And I know you’ll soon be here
‘Cause, baby, you come home, home

I’m satisfied with your loving
When you hold me tight, I’m in Heaven
I’m satisfied when you’re loving me

Oh, yes, I am

Oooo, I’m satisfied with your loving
When you hold me tight, I’m in Heaven
Hoo, I’m satisfied
When you’re loving me
Oh, yes, I am and you know it

I’m satisfied with your loving
When you hold me tight, I’m in Heaven
I’m satisfied when you’re loving me

[FADE]

Cindy Bullens – Trust Me

Who’s been telling you these things
Don’t you know it’s not true
You believe those crazy guys
They decieve you with their lies
They make you believe
What they want you to

Ooh, darling, look at me
I wouldn’t be here
If I did not care

I wouldn’t hurt you if
My life depended on it
Love don’t work unless
You learn to share it
No, it won’t work at all

[CHORUS]
But you can trust me
Put me in your pocket
It’s your lucky day
When you get by, trust me
Let me in your socket
It’s the only way
Love will shine

Oh, I want nothing more
Than to take you in my arms
And to show you I am true

It’s clearly understood now
I won’t touch if
You don’t want me to

Right now, do you believe me
Darling, it’s all right

Everytime I see you
Oh, you know I bleed
Cause, oh, you seem so scared

You got wounded
In the war of hearts
And your love
Shattered everywhere
Well, nobody seemed to care

[CHORUS]
But you can trust me
Put me in your pocket
It’s your lucky day
When you get by, trust me
Let me in your socket
It’s the only way
Love will shine

Trust me
Put me in your pocket
It’s your lucky day
When you get by

Trust me
Let me in your socket
It’s the only way
Love will shine

Cindy Bullens – Too Close To Home

Where did you get that information?
Why did you plan this infiltration?
I just take for granted
That I come across so cool
You’re not supposed to know

[Chorus]
Ooh, you’re hitting me
Too close to home
Trying to take my heart away
Ooh, you’re hitting me
Too close to home
(I don’t even know myself)

There’s not supposed to be anybody loving me
I don’t want to know
I don’t want to hear, I don’t want to see
Oh, baby, try to understand it
You’re driving me insane; you’re never gonna win

[Chorus]
Ooh, you’re hitting me
Too close to home
Trying to take my heart away
Ooh, you’re hitting me
Too close to home
(I don’t even know myself)

Cindy Bullens – Steal The Night

You caught me looking through your window last night
I only wanted to see you in the night
I didn’t mean to cause harm
I was crazy to do it

But if I told you just how many nights go by
When I hold just by focusing my eyes
I may be a prowler in the dark
But I would never hurt you

I only steal the night away
Steal the night away
I can make it without for one more day
If I steal the night away

I see you downtown and I watch you in school
They know I’m staring
They love to be cruel
But I can’t shake away from this dream
You’re gonna happen to me, to me

So, darling, let me steal the night away
Steal the night away
I didn’t mean it, baby, to cause you the pain
Only steal the night away

If I fantasize
I’m sorry I hurt you by using my eyes
It’s over and done
You’ll never catch me again. You’ll never catch me again

Steal the night away
Steal the night away
If I could hold you beside me
I know you would say
Baby, steal the night away

Cindy Bullens – Powerless

Hand me a heart I can hold
Giving me total control
Something I have power over

It’s true all that they say about you
The way that you sway me like you do
I’ve been broken
I’m in love with you

Now I’m powerless over your love, baby
Powerless over you
I’m powerless over everything
I can’t get through

I had part of my heart paralyzed
Escaping the look in your eyes
Feels like trouble

It’s serious
Beginning to think I’m delirious
My head signals no but my lips say yes
It’s helpless
Hopelessly in love with you

I’m powerless over your love, baby
Powerless over you
I’m powerless over everything
I can’t get through

Cindy Bullens – Holding Me Crazy

Put me in prison
Out of the clutches of your love
I’m afraid of what I’m feeling
And I cringe at what I’m thinking of

Like a virgin schoolgirl
I’m just waiting for my chance to break away
My heart is ticking like a time-bomb
And it’s bound to go off any day

Holding me crazy
Oh, holding me crazy
And I just can’t break it
This chain on my love

(Holding me…Holding me down)

Painful conditions
Taking me back to my bed
I pull all the covers way up over my eyes
With the pillow securing my head

I lay there thinking
That I know you’re gonna make me insane
Well, I have got my reasons
But still you just keep getting your way

Holding me crazy
Oh, holding me crazy
And I just can’t make it
Got a chain on my love

A voice inside me I heard it say
You got to get on your feet today
Here’s your chance to break away
You better go now
So I tiptoed across the floor
I put my ear up against the door
I couldn’t hear him anymore and so I’m gone now

Oh, I know now

Holding me crazy…
Oh, no, he won’t let you break away
Oh, no, he won’t let you go
Never gonna chain my love

Cindy Bullens – Full Tilt Rocker

Ooh, ooh, he night’s growing colder
Ooh, ooh, and you’re feeling much older
So you turn and you look at me
‘Cause I’m a full tilt rocker and I’m just sixteen

Ooh, ooh, you’ve been making eyes at me
Just because I’m so young and free
Don’t you wish you had a part of me?
‘Cause I’m a full tilt rocker and I’m just sixteen

I don’t need no
People telling me what to do
I’m a little bit young
But my aim is true

You can reach me
By letting me go and giving me room
I’m a little bit young
But I’m not a fool

Francoise Hardy – Le Temps De L’amour

See’est le temps de l’amour,
le temps des copains et de l’aventure.
Quand le temps va et vient,
on ne pense à rien malgré ses blessures.
Car le temps de l’amour
see’est long et see’est court,
ça dure toujours, on s’en souvient.

On se dit qu’à vingt ans on est le roi do monde,
et qu’éternellement il why aura dans nos yeux
tout le ciel bleu.

see’est le temps de l’amour,
le temps des copains et de l’aventure.
Quand le temps va et vient,
on ne pense à rien malgré ses blessures.
Car le temps de l’amour
ça vous met au coeur
beaucoup de chaleur et de bonheur.

Un beau jour see’est l’amour et le coeur bat plus vite,
car la vie suit son cours
et l’on est tout heureux d’être amoureux.

see’est le temps de l’amour,
le temps des copains et de l’aventure.
Quand le temps va et vient,
on ne pense à rien malgré ses blessures.
Car le temps de l’amour
see’est long et see’est court,
ça dure toujours, on s’en souvient

CASHMERE CAT – Throw Myself A Party lyrics

Sip, sip, sip, sip, yeah
Grab my bottle, take a big sip
Grab my bottle, take a big sip
Sip, sip, sip, sip, yeah
Grab my bottle, take a big sip

I just wanna get drunk and throw myself a party
I’ve been juuging for some months, time to throw myself a party
Roll my green up with some blunts and throw myself a party
Bad bitches turning up, time to throw myself a party
I’ve been working hard, now it’s time to go in
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party
Young and living large, baby, yeah you know it
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party

Another party, ‘nother Ferrari
I stretch the truth like pilates
See all of my hoes exotic
None of your hoes invited
When I meet her in the lobby
If she ain’t fucking then I leave her in the lobby
I fuck the bitch if she pigeon toed
Using my belt for a mistle toe
I used to bet on the telephone
I done made love in a vehicle
This right here, this is your anthem
Throw a party in the mansion
Throw a party in a trap house
Drink something then pass out
2 Chainz, tru

I just wanna get drunk and throw myself a party
I’ve been juuging for some months, time to throw myself a party
Roll my green up with some blunts and throw myself a party
Bad bitches turning up, time to throw myself a party
I’ve been working hard, now it’s time to go in
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party
Young and living large, baby, yeah you know it
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party

12 months straight, no sleep
Sipping lean, still no sleep
Party hard till the sun creep
Making money niggas don’t sleep
Turn your bitch into a super freak
Said she only had one drink
Blow her line up, she gon’ let the phone ring-ring-ring
Calling all her friends, they wan’ get it in
Tell ’em it’s about to get lit, yeah they know it’s about to get lit
20 bitches on the hit list
I want all her friends, down to get it in
Yeah they know it’s ’bout to get lit
Yeah they know it’s ’bout to get lit
Grab my bottle, take a big sip
Sip, sip, sip, sip, yeah
Grab my bottle, take a big sip

I just wanna get drunk and throw myself a party
I’ve been juuging for some months, time to throw myself a party
Roll my green up with some blunts and throw myself a party
Bad bitches turning up, time to throw myself a party
I’ve been working hard, now it’s time to go in
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party
Young and living large, baby, yeah you know it
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party

So tell me am I wrong?
Cause I think every girl in here just wanna fuck me
Off Patron, spilling what I’m sipping on these Balmain jeans
Maybe we should have a party
Like where the fuck my bitches tonight?
And where the fuck my liquor tonight?
Tell the waitress we ain’t tip unless she get it right
So get that liquor, come here shawty

(I just wanna get drunk)
And throw myself a party
I’ve been juuging for some months, time to throw myself a party
Roll my green up with some blunts and throw myself a party
Bad bitches turning up, time to throw myself a party
I’ve been working hard, now it’s time to go in
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party
Young and living large, baby, yeah you know it
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party

Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Throw myself a party

Chief Keef – Straight Up Lyrics

[Intro]
Niggas fufu as fuck, as fuck, as fuck
Get Doowop out the cut, gun up, light up
Bang, you’s a lil boy
As fuck, as fuck
Glo up, bang
Gun up, light up

[Hook]
Niggas fufu as fuck, as fuck, as fuck
Get Doowop out the cut, gun up, light up
You’s a lil boy, glo up, light up
Got my .30 on my side if a nigga try to take my stuff
I’m shooting out, straight up, straight up, straight up
Niggas know we ain’t selling, ask then it’s straight up
I got this .40 on me and I’ma end this bitch straight up
And if you know me know this shit ain’t made up
Straight up

[Verse 1]
Straight up
Can’t fuck with dem niggas ’cause dem niggas ain’t straight up
Niggas ask if I’m O’Block, I say straight up
Posted with dem Glocks and .30’s, boy, come make a spray up
Straight up, straight up, straight up
Stop all that flexing, boy, you ain’t getting paper
Yo ass stealing out, fool, but you say you doing K bucks
And I’m still smoking dope even though I’m on (?)

[Hook]
Niggas fufu as fuck, as fuck, as fuck
Get Doowop out the cut, gun up, light up
You’s a lil boy, glo up, light up
Got my .30 on my side if a nigga try to take my stuff
I’m shooting out, straight up, straight up, straight up
Niggas know we ain’t selling, ask then it’s straight up
I got this .40 on me and I’ma end this bitch straight up
And if you know me know this shit ain’t made up
Straight up

David Bowie – Boys Keep Swinging Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Heaven loves you
The clouds part for you
Nothing stands in your way
When you are a boy
Clothes always fit you
Life is a pop of the cherry
When you are a boy

[Chorus]
When you are a boy
You can wear a uniform
When you are a boy
Other boys check you out
You get a girl
These are your favorite things
When you are a boy

[Verse 2]
Boys
Boys
Boys keep swinging
Boys always work it out
Uncage the colors
Unfurl the flag
Luck just kissed you hello
When you are a boy
They’ll never clone you
You are always first on the line
When you are a boy

[Chorus]
When you are a boy
You can buy a home of your own
When you are a boy
Learn to drive and everything
You’ll get your share
When you are a boy

[Outro]
Boys
Boys
Boys keep swinging
Boys always work it out

Eminem – Male Prostitute Lyrics

[Vocal Intro: Eminem]
Yo, Manix man, I think I just spotted my prey
There she is; check her out
Yea I know she’s with her man and everything but…
I can still get her man, ’cause you know me
Just drop a couple of smooth rhymes on her
And I got her you know what I’m saying?
Aight, I’ll tell you what I’mma do about her man!
Aight, Check this out…

[Verse]
Hey baby, let me have a word with your man
(comic-like slap sound) – now lemme show ya exactly where I stand
I’d like you to enter my fortress
Just cause you are just the most gorgeous
Woman I’ve ever seen and for just
The next few hours of ya life I’d like to
Bring out the real woman inside you despite you
Might be in love and all that with your, man
But lemme get chat with you
Why don’t we get to know each other, haven’t you
Ever wondered what it was like to date an M.C.?
Now what’s a woman like you, without a man like me?
And someone like yourself I can grow very fond of
Beyond a doubt and I would always hold onto your
Love, and be faithful I promise
Cause I’m as
Loyal as a puppy, and I’d treat you like a goddess
That we would’ve stumble onto each other but first, wait
Before you’re lured, I want to know if you’re insured
And if you’re sure, you’re gonna be able to endure
A tremendous amount of pain that seems endless
Strenuous brawn and brain, but yet when this
Whole thing is over and I make it through the ride
Then I’d gladly stand by your side

Travis Mills – In Touch Lyrics

[Chorus: DYSN]
You know what you put me through
That’s why I’m scared to get in touch with you
You know what you put me through
I don’t know why I’m still in love with you

[Verse 1: Travis Mills]
I got quite a few unread texts
And I don’t want to read ’em right now
‘Cause nothing really even makes sense
I’m a goddamn mess
And I sleep past noon
I keep telling all my friends that we’ll hang out soon
But we never do

[Bridge: Travis Mills]
You know what you put me through
And after all that I still fuck with you
All around your waist like I’m stuck to you
And I know I’m just as crazy to put up with you
But sleeping next to you’s more comfortable

You the one, you the one, you the one, you the
I still think about
I got bud, I got roses
Trying to get over this shit you do

[Chorus: DYSN]
‘Cause you know what you put me through
That’s why I’m scared to get in touch with you
You know what you put me through
I don’t know why I’m still in love with you

[Verse 2: Travis Mills]
I don’t know what to do next
‘Cause you don’t really feel it right now
There’s a million other girls could get
But you’re the only one I can’t seem to forget
So I’m sitting here and I’m thinking ’bout you
Keep on telling me that we’ll hang out soon
But we never do

[Bridge: Travis Mills]
You know what you put me through
And after all that I still fuck with you
All around your waist like I’m stuck to you
And I know I’m just as crazy to put up with you
But sleeping next to you’s more comfortable

You the one, you the one, you the one, you the
I still think about
I got bud, I got roses
Trying to get over this shit you do

[Chorus: DYSN]
‘Cause you know what you put me through
That’s why I’m scared to get in touch with you
You know what you put me through
I don’t know why I’m still in love with you

You know what you put me through
That’s why I’m scared to get in touch with you
You know what you put me through

Curren$y – There Go the Man (CDQ) Lyrics

[Intro]
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who

[Verse 1]
Swang like swords on the boulevard
Love from the broads get ’em high fuck ’em hard
Smoking in my yard looking at my cars
Try to pick ’em out I like to switch ’em up before the night falls
Stunting just a little bit if you gotta call it something
I’m just trying show you how to come up out of nothing
Get a progress from the struggle
Out West smoking kill onions
Me and [?] bong snap shatter wax pimping all that
Penning raps counting paper stacks
Jet Life on the map
Bong snap shatter wax nigga all that
Penning raps counting stacks Jet Life on the map

[Chorus]
Uh
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
When I come through with your whole advance on my wrist
Uh
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
When I come through with your whole advance on my wrist nigga

[Verse 2]
All I’m trying do is get my cash on
All I’m trying do is run them numbers up
Get something smart and sexy I could smash on
We got four bad bitches in the truck with us
I smoke ’em to the face I never pass ’em
But I’ll toss you the bag and let you roll one up
Friday night we pull out them Italians
That is Ferrari’s Lamborghini’s coming out the cut, yea

[Chorus]
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man in this bitch
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
When I come through with your whole advance on my wrist nigga
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man
It ain’t hard to tell who the man in this bitch

[Outro]
It ain’t hard to tell
It ain’t hard to tell
It ain’t hard to tell
Homie you know me well

Curren$y – Stash House Lyrics

[Intro]
Dollar, dollar bill in the stash house tryna hid another mil
Dollar, dollar bill, yeah

[Verse 1]
When I got out the car I was talking on the phone
Calm in the storm
The Rolls Royce race in a Rolls Royce jawn
Too slick, you prolly slip before you can step up on
Intercepted before you could creep, you see you been crept on
Life is pressed on
Adding to my Rolex collection
Sky-dweller rose gold prolly do my next one
I know what you wanna hear
That shit that make you hustle all year
I came to the studio with a boat
So I can load these keys up, when they’re ready to go
Them other [?] though
You want that pure shit, homie then you know where it’s go
The game done changed y’all, but not your dawg
I’m still in the cut, rolled up in the kush fog

[Hook]
Like dollar, dollar bill in the stash house tryna hid another mil
Yeah, dollar, dollar bill in the stash house tryna hid another mil
Yeah, dollar, dollar bill in the stash house tryna hid another mil

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Rest in peace my nigga Timber
Used to hit the [?]
Freddie Forgiato, chop that [?] to get my chips up
When I jumped up off the porch, I had no [?] where I end up
Audio stay dope like ice cubes and bottled water
Ain’t no gas up in this bitch but I’m cooking like Snoop and Wacka
Fuck the [?] got titties out like the Carter
Young Nino if she nasty like Janet, I change the [?]
Like dollar, dollar bill
Poured the whole Joe Montana when I broke the seal
Niggas thought that I was dead in the gutter they wrote the will
Beat the case and I put new candy paint on my Coupe de Ville
Beat the case and put my baby on acres like ain’t shit changed

Curren$y – Pound Lyrics

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, told Spitta roll up and he pulled up on
Everybody know that that’s my N.O. homie
Started way back, I give a shot out to Tunechi
All them other rapper’s niggas certified coochie
Used to wear Gucci and I still do
All that shit so old to me it’s mildew
Old money still got the lil face
I was trapping one LA [?]
Alright, André my favorite rapper
Raw paper, my favourite wrapper
All of these baby rappers starting to look like lady rappers
Dead beat rappers, never change they baby pamper
I used to serve your favourite rapper, now I smoke it for example

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
I bought pounds yeah to smoke it
Pounds, yeah to smoke
I bought a pound yeah to smoke it
A pound, yeah to smoke
Walk in church smelling like it
Hop out the bird smelling like it
Jumped out the Porsche smelling like it
Already know what it’s smelling like it
Walked in the church smelling like it
Hop out the bird smelling like it
Jumped out the Porsche smelling like it
You already know

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
I got stars in my ceiling, mama how you feeling?
Chinchilla dragging on the floor with my gold pendants
Done it for my city just to show ’em I can get it
Hella cold with it, yeah dawg you know your nigga
Been down with Tity since me and Tune were visit
Hit him for the killer quickly he came through with it
Had to do the truck it was shitty
I had to [?]
We shot a video with a few bitches
The casino scene was flipping, straight rolling
Hot box the box chevy, shit look like a explosion
Two of the coldest niggas smoking
Rolling, millionaires and we homies
That’s dangerous you know it

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
I bought pounds yeah to smoke it
Pounds, yeah to smoke
I bought a pound yeah to smoke it
A pound, yeah to smoke
Walk in church smelling like it
Hop out the bird smelling like it
Jumped out the Porsche smelling like it
Already know what it’s smelling like it
Walked in the church smelling like it
Hop out the bird smelling like it
Jumped out the Porsche smelling like it
You already know

Curren$y – Left My Keys Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Took my jacket off as I slid to the car
(?) in the sports arena like a star
Use the talent elevator to the rooftop office
That’s how you know you made it
Rubbing elbows with the life changers
Shaking hands with the strangers
Hanging ’round motherfuckers more dangerous than strangers
Shit trill
I pray for my cousins who be banging
Hope that rap shit clicks
But that paper won’t stop my loved ones from hanging
Rest in peace to the Jacka
Keep them Chevy’s swanging
Burn the rubber at the traffic light for entertainment
Killed the beat, showed up torched to the arraignment
Higher than a spaceship
Your honor in amazement
Couldn’t even say shit
Let a nigga skate back to the interstate quick
All in the cake mix but never get the game twisted
Never coming up on lame shit

[Hook]
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
I’m a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Stash a couple pounds at your house for me

[Verse 2]
Rolls Royce came through like Theraflu, nasty as fuck
Bentleys pulled up too
Shot callers on entourage members in the coupe
Trying to catch us slipping, but your bitch gave us the scoop
(?) to the loot we be on the move
Anything about it, you probably not even that cool
All I do is roll killa at the house on shrooms
Made a million dollars staying fresh and being true
Underground niggas, couple cribs, couple pools
Might piss in the mainstream, take ya’ll money too
What the fuck dumb niggas gonna do?

[Hook]
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
I’m a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Stash a couple pounds at your house for me

Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
I’m a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Stash a couple pounds at your house for me

Machine Gun Kelly – Freestyle On Capital XTRA Tim Westwood Lyrics

Uh, Kells
They don’t wanna see a real muh’fucker winnin’
All the greats died but there’s still one livin’
I spit reality when all the music nows gimmicks
It’s kinda foul to see that we do is all image
But I really live this, Jimmy Hendrix ’till my lyrics hit ’em
Then Bob Dylan asked why I ain’t on the television
Cause a premonition of John Lennon said the second you preaching the message is the minute you Zeppelin
That means on the stairway to Heaven I go back to the two family homes
Where my daddies cologne would cover up the fact we Rolling Stoned. I got places to roam, reading through a text on my phone from Billy Joe, saying ‘You are the next Joey Ramone.’
Smoking Chili Peppers outta bong, ? Record, now the tattoo on my arm sent Flea told ’bout my songs
I turn around “What’s it gwan’ Bob?”
Getting gnarly with Marley, smoking barley, trippin’ in the party with Steve Jobs
And they say “we need marriages in our lives” fuck dat!
Tell my bitch “I’m a Marilyn tonight.”
Ringside yellin’ to Muhammad, during the fight
Sittin’ next to BIG and Puff, Bad Boys for life!
Black flags and dice, hashtags and flights, ripped pants and Nikes, a black pen and a mic
Cleveland my city, I tatted dat for life!

Real people with me, haters hashtag and type
Trashbags and fights, we fillin’ this motherfucker
Me and hoes buying bottles we spillin’ this motherfucker. Heard Nas even bought Lauryn Hill in this motherfucker
Like, good goddamn they filling this motherfucker!

Pac said “I live with Thug Life.”
Aaliyah on my arm, boy I got a Thug Wife
Drunk nights with, Nikki Sixx, now he’s on a heroin binge
Me and Morris are snorting anything we touching again!
An, Imma, Sex Pistol, everything I Sid Vicious
I’m making Johnny Cash haters eat my Limp Bizkit

Fuck with it or Gorillaz your decision
But I Will Smith-en Western anyone of my opposition
And all these critics reframe from speaking my name
And these newer artists feel the same, they Nicolas Cage
Mean they Gone In 60 Seconds, get up out my way
If I ain’t critically acclaimed, you’re clinically insane
Bitch I ain’t ashamed of where I’m from
I’m not ashamed I’m not a trophy fathers, trophy son
I’m not ashamed I got a daughter and support her instead of being a baller flaunting every dollar
Bitch I’m barbecuing cus I’m A1!
I can’t front, this life we live is a blessing
Dreaming about the Future but everyday is the present. Whether they accept my music or they try to forget us
Here forever, bitch I’m a motherfucking living legend
Feel that! Uh, yeah this beat, I killed dat
Kanye made the beat let him heal that!
Uh, uh, let him heal that
Uh, uh, let him heal that
Yeah, now they say “Jesus walks” and I say “I’m so high I can’t hear Jesus talk.”

Uh, Tim West, wassup?

Kells the motherfucking, next up, Young Gunner!