WARMI – SENTIMIENTO lyrics

Esta noche vamo al party
Si tú quiere vamo al party
Yo estoy deseando verte
Poco a poco conocerte

Yo no sé lo que te pasa
Pero te quiero en mi cama
Sé que a ti hago falta
No me dejes con las ganas

Me dice que estoy loco
Que solo quiero eso
Yo quiero más contigo
Y tú no quieres sentimiento

Ven vámonos a la disco
Quiero hacértelo lento
Despacio y hasta abajo
Tú ya sabe que no miento

Ahí apareces tú en la esquina del club te veo a contraluz
Te siento lejos, quiero tu cuerpo entero

En el dance hall yo quiero más
Y tú miras a otro chaval

Voy pa ti, voy pegando bien suave
Cuando te lo hago yo no hay rivales
Tengo pa ti y pa toas las yales
A ti te curo yo to los males

Me dice que estoy loco
Que solo quiero eso
Yo quiero más contigo
Y tú no quieres sentimiento

Ven vámonos a la disco
Quiero hacértelo lento
Despacio y hasta abajo
Tú ya sabes que no miento

Daniel Dello – Footy lyrics

Footsteps walking with me
Footsteps I cannot see
But every move I make
And every step I take
I know they’re there with me
They walk with me all the way
Beside me day by day
Through good and bad
Through happy and sad
Those footsteps won’t go away

I’ll never walk in life alone
There’ll always be someone there
I know He won’t let me down
He’s with me everywhere
The special things in life I’ve done
Have been through Him and His love
I’ve been blessed in so many ways

Thanks to the Lord above

Footsteps walking with me
Footsteps I cannot see
But every move I make
And every step I take
I know they’re there with me
They walk with me all the way
Beside me day by day
Through good and bad
Through happy and sad
Those footsteps won’t go away

I think that my life’s been planned
By the one who’s guiding me
When I’m led by the hand
Of someone I can’t see
I’m not always sure where to go
That’s when I follow his lead
I know that the pathway that He shows
Will help me to succeed

Footsteps walking with me (footsteps walking)
Footsteps I cannot see (I cannot see)
But every move I make
And every step I take
I know they’re there with me
They walk with me all the way
Beside me day by day (day by day)
Through good and bad
Through happy and sad
Those footsteps won’t go away
Through good and bad
Through happy and sad
By my side they will stay

BNM Trainees (Daehwi, Woojin, Youngmin, Donghyun) – Welcome To My Hollywood lyrics

Welcome to my Hollywood
Who am I
Who am I
I’mma let you know
I’mma let you know
Welcome to my Hollywood
Who am I
Who am I
I’mma let you know
I’mma let you know
Welcome to my Hollywood
Nal boreo ppalli what
What neonewaneun dalli nan
Sonman dereodo nalli what
Nae gireun jeonghaejyeo isseo
Philyo eobseo naebi
Ije heomul beotgo nalagal charye
Uh like nabi
Tega naneun i mudaee
Bichin nae keolleo
Jeomjeom ollaganeun ondo soge
Chaewojin phallou
Sumi chamyeo neukkyeojineun
I teollim neol deryeogalke
Urimaneui halliwudeu seutaillo
Ije sumyeon uiro
Ollagal ttae dwesseo
(Machi mueon ga e hollin deuthan hwangak)
Gudi malhaji anhado alla that’s up
(Hyeonsireul ijeobeorin deuthan mangkak uh)
Hanbeon ppajimyeon neo heeo naol su eobseulgeol
An bon saram isseodo hanbeon bon saram eobtne woh
If you curious
I’mma let you know
Who am I
Who am I? Welcome to my Hollywood
Geudaeeui naega aniya
I go zero to a Hundred real quick
I got you thinking of me
All day Err day
Who am I
Who am I
I’mma let you know
I’mma let you know
Who am I
Who am I
I’mma let you know
I’mma let you know
Welcome to my Hollywood

BNM Trainees (Daehwi, Woojin, Youngmin, Donghyun) – Hollywood lyrics

Welcome to my Hollywood
Geudaeeui naega aniya
I go zero to a Hundred real quick
I got you thinking of me
All day Err day
Who am I
Who am I
I’mma let you know
I’mma let you know
Who am I
Who am I
I’mma let you know
I’mma let you know
Welcome to my Hollywood Welcome to my Hollywood
Who am I
Who am I
I’mma let you know
I’mma let you know
Welcome to my Hollywood
Who am I
Who am I
I’mma let you know
I’mma let you know
Welcome to my Hollywood
Nal boreo ppalli what
What neonewaneun dalli nan
Sonman dereodo nalli what
Nae gireun jeonghaejyeo isseo
Philyo eobseo naebi
Ije heomul beotgo nalagal charye
Uh like nabi
Tega naneun i mudaee
Bichin nae keolleo
Jeomjeom ollaganeun ondo soge
Chaewojin phallou
Sumi chamyeo neukkyeojineun
I teollim neol deryeogalke
Urimaneui halliwudeu seutaillo
Ije sumyeon uiro
Ollagal ttae dwesseo
(Machi mueon ga e hollin deuthan hwangak)
Gudi malhaji anhado alla that’s up
(Hyeonsireul ijeobeorin deuthan mangkak uh)
Hanbeon ppajimyeon neo heeo naol su eobseulgeol
An bon saram isseodo hanbeon bon saram eobtne woh
If you curious
I’mma let you know
Who am I
Who am I?

Chuck Berry – Big Boys

Wherever they went you knew they wouldn’t let me go
I wanted to do things the big boys do
But when I found out where, what, when, and why
Yes, yes
I was bright in school but my future looked dim
When I was just a little boy like you
I was looking for joy
Yes, yes
No ifs, ands, or buts
I would have known what goes up must come down
Yes, yes
Yes, yes
When I ask ’em what’s happening, nobody knew
[Verse 2]
And you know why
Till the school dance when I first met you
If you love me like I love you, Mademoiselle [?]
Yes, yes
I was looking for joy
I didn’t cry
[Verse 1]
I knew when and what
Yes, yes
Yes, yes, yes, yes

And I learned to party like the big boys do
[Verse 3]
Yes, yes
Yes, yes, yes, yes

[Chorus]
Yes, yes

‘Cause the big boys wouldn’t let me party with them
I didn’t cry
Yes, yes, yes, yes

All of the big girls with their to
If I would have known what makes a world go ’round
No ifs, ands, or buts
And you know why
Yes, yes
I was looking for joy
So let’s a-rock and roll till the break of day
When I was little bitty boy
Yes, yes
[Chorus]

I knew when and what
Yes, yes
I knew when and what
And you know why
Yes, yes
The girls want to stay and the boys want to play
I didn’t cry
And I got suspicious and I wanted to know
When I was little bitty boy
When I was little bitty boy
No ifs, ands, or buts
I didn’t let a single week pass by
[Chorus]

AFI – Hidden Knives

To pass your time – your empty time
(My hidden knives)
(Oh, you know me well)
And we’ll put pen to page
You will find them, you will find them
(Oh, you know me well)

You will find them, you will find them
And we’ll put pen to page
You will find them, you’ll find them
You will find them, you’ll find them
Oh, you know me well
So poorly I’ve hidden knives
I left a little something on the altar for you

I’ll scratch a mystery just please continue
And we’ll put pen to page
I left a little something on the table for you
You will find them, you will find them
There is no mystery in my cadence

So poorly I’ve hidden knives
I left a little something on the table for you
But we both prefer romantic murder
So poorly I’ve hidden knives
(My hidden knives)
Surely sharpened knives
(Oh, you know me well)
So poorly I’ve hidden knives
Or, if you prefer, I’ll pen a murder
So poorly I’ve hidden knives
Oh, you know me well
I’ve penned the end over smarter lines
You will find them, you’ll find them
To erase time and my, my empty life

It’s not that I don’t mind On with your crime.

Well enough to find
(My hidden knives)
So poorly I’ve hidden knives

2 Chainz – It’s A Vibe (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Trey Songz & Jhené Aiko) (Lyric Video)

That’s a vibe
Late night
That’s a vibe
Carbon copies get declined, I’m the pioneer
[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Get high
This one outta here, this is our year
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe, that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah)
Beat that pussy up, I need riot gear
It’s a vibe
And if you get paid, it’s solely based on your performance (TRU)
Yeah, ooh
It’s a vibe
She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
That’s a vibe, yeah

Okay, so I got the ambiance just where I want it (yeah)
This the type of shit I like, yeah, yeah
Oh it’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)
Broke so many bales down that I’m shell shocked (bow)
It’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)

That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
Got a vibe, make Italian want Versace (Versace)
My ego is enormous like my crib in California (hmm)
It’s a vibe, oh it’s a vibe, yeah
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, yeah (that’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe
Pussy tight
That’s a vibe
Bust it, bust it wide
Let me slide
She wanna vibe
Got a vibe, make an Asian want hibachi (hibachi)
That’s a vibe
Diggin’ deep while I’m lookin’ in your eyes
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
Yeah, uh (that’s a vibe)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, hahaha
It’s a vibe (vibe)
Gas in a Ziploc, now that’s loud and clear
Yah
All the bitches like it
If you ain’t got no heart, man you gonna need a donor
[Verse 2: Trey Songz & 2 Chainz]
Now I said I’m from the corner of the ATL (yah)
It’s a vibe
Gushin’, drippin’ down your thighs
That’s a vibe
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
It’s a vibe
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
It’s a vibe

Maybe I’ll spend the night, yeah, yeah
Where we got that clientele, avoid paper trails (right)
Am I your type?
Get high
Got a vibe, make a cougar wanna spend a check (check)
Oh that’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe
Yeah, that’s a vibe
Your pussy drippin’

She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
That’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe, yeah (that’s a vibe)
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
Vibe is the realest

[Verse 4: Jhené Aiko]
I held Glocks, sold rocks by the mailbox (ooh)
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know you feel it (yah)
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah
Oh that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
Don’t you like?
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
Dim the lights
It’s a vibe
Got a vibe, make a young chick turn her neck (alright)
Oh it’s a vibe
[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Trey Songz]
That’s a vibe
This my vibe, nigga
Different vibe
Any volunteers?
It’s a vibe, yeah, yeah, yeah
This shit vibe, yeah, yeah

Selena Gomez – Bad Liar

Guess I’m a bad liar
Oh tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Then I see your face
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
No, no, no, no
Oh tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
No, no, no, no
And oh baby let’s make reality, actuality, a reality

Not to think about you
Ooh, you got someone else
[Post-Chorus]
Oh tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Oh tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Ooh you’re taking all perfection out my mind

Oh tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Not to give in to you
Not to give in to you

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
No, no, no, no
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Oh I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
No, no, no, no
All my feelings on fire
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Not to give in to you
Not to think about you
It’s like looking in a mirror
[Bridge]
If you want you can rent that place
Call me an amenity
Ooooh every time I watch you serpentine
Ooh you’re taking all perfection out my mind
No, no, no, no
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Guess I’m a bad liar
Not to think about you

Ooooh every time I watch you serpentine
Paint my kiss across your chest
All my feelings on fire
Not to think about you
I see how your attention builds
Trying to distract myself
But still all we do is fear
Oh I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Oh baby let’s make reality, actuality, a reality
Tryna play it coy
There’s nothing subtle here
In my room there’s a king size space
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Be the art, I’ll be the brush
Oh I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Not to give in to you
No, no, no, no
I was walking down the street the other day
Not to think about you
No, no, no, no
Oh I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
No, no, no, no
Oh I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Not to think about you
Not to give in to you
Can we focus on the love?
Oh tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’

[Verse 2]

Even if it’s in my dreams
[Chorus]
All my feelings on fire
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Not to give in to you
No, no, no, no
Guess I’m a bad liar
Tryna make it disappear
But just like the battle of Troy
[Chorus]
No, no, no, no
Bigger than it used to be
No, no, no, no
[Post-Chorus]
Oh, oh, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
No, no, no, no
What could possibly happen next?
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
[Verse 1]
[Post-Chorus]
[Chorus]
Your touch like a happy pill
[Pre-Chorus]

Sylvan LaCue – Grateful

I do not know why I cling to my pride
Mama told me "Shake the Devil off and let it go
Why your mind caught up in the future when it don’t exist yet

I know I can’t help it, I know I can’t help it
[Hook]
Grateful, grateful, grateful
Back and forth on my logic on a Tuesday night
[Hook]
I was but a young boy with a no dream, can’t nothing ruin my day
I need compliments and ego driven lunches, all to feed my gumption
Couldn’t tell I need a spot until them bells is dropping on me I don’t invest
Grateful, grateful, grateful
You put dreaming on a pedestal"
I know I can’t help it, I know I can’t help it
[Hook]
Grateful, grateful, grateful
Only real change is inside of you
Moments get forsaken, granted you feel taken
Envious assumptions all too hard to function, dopamine consumption
Used to play Kingdom Hearts in my spare time and bump Jeezy tapes to feel grown
So much on my mental balancing these worries heavy weighing like a bench press
God with me in my lowest moments, blessings on blessings right under noses
Grateful, grateful, grateful
God is giving you a better view
Everything’s going my way and I’m still losing my mind
Blessings adding up, I should feel amazing
I done ’bout prayed to God at least 8 hundred and 4022 times
Always want to talk about what I ain’t got instead of everything that I had
Even my whole squad, that’s myself
Grateful, grateful, grateful
Boy I walk this road alone
In anybody, but myself these days
Take a look around, all we got is now, life ain’t measured by no inches
Open up your heart and smell the roses
Way before Apple Music and Spotify was all on my new phone

I don’t ever stop to think about shit, dog, like why the fuck you so mad?
Grateful, grateful, grateful
Grateful, grateful, grateful
[Verse 1]
Grateful, grateful, grateful
Grateful, grateful, grateful

Little did I notice, everything I wanted all was inside
Made a lot of progress in my lifetime, dog, I done came a long way
Grateful, grateful, grateful

I can have it all as long as I try
I wanna dress so so bad, ain’t no feeling like myself these days
The only real change is inside of you
Funny how you learn to fall from grace as soon as you touch the sky
I been mobbing with myself these days
[Verse 2]
Even when the Sun shines from my eyes, I still find a way to go blind
[Verse 3]

Feeling that who that nigga we that, Shawty Redd was my ringtone
Grateful, grateful, grateful
Yeah, I wish I could put my feelings aside
Grateful, grateful, grateful

Stevie Stone – Options

[Post hook]
Man that boy got options

Makin’ dough, drinkin’ mo’
[Verse 1]
(Man that boy got options)

[Intro]
Her body pokin’ out, she let me skeet skeet!
Well I’m back now, feelin’ underrated
[Hook]
(Hoes get to poppin’)
(when the base get to droppin’)

Makin’ dough, drinkin’ mo’
I’m just sayin’ now (sayin’ now)
(Hoes get to poppin’)
[Post hook]

Throw the [?] wide open, shoulda’ seen that bit
Makin’ dough, drinkin’ mo’
[Hook]
Flex on me, naw – I crack the cantaloupe
Well I’ma get that bit
Momma juggin’ on ’em, she look like Halle Berry
Man that boy got options
I feel like 2Pac, bitch I’m Makaveli
Hoes get to poppin’
(Man that boy got options)
When the base get to droppin’
(When the base get to droppin’)
Smokin’ weed, all I know
I was on [?], got my wings ‘n’ shit
(Listen I’m knockin’)
[Verse 2]
Hoes get to poppin’
Smokin’ weed, all I know
We been makin’ power moves, watch the team get rich (get rich)
When the base get to droppin’
It don’t matter when the base get to droppin’
It don’t matter when the base get to droppin’
Listen I’m knockin’
It don’t matter when the base get to droppin’
I’m here to make my rounds, Stevie showin’ up
Smokin’ weed, all I know
(when the base get to droppin’)
Man that boy got options
We gettin’ paper Niggas hatin’ on me!
Smokin’ weed, all I know
All my green goes lit
(Listen I’m knockin’)
Got that A1, that’s that uncut
Makin’ dough, drinkin’ mo’
Roll up (roll up), Roll (roll up), Roll (roll up)
Makin’ dough, drinkin’ mo’
Stevie Stone
[Post hook]
Hit the club body vocal, what a sea I get
Get it, get it baby boy
She be poppin’ (she be poppin’)
Listen I’m knockin’
Makin’ dough, drinkin’ mo’
(Hoes get to poppin’)
Choosin’ give ’em Adderall [?] blockers bitch!

[Hook]
Went and touched down, better raise up
Send them packs out, ain’t got no moderation
(Listen I’m knockin’)
Smokin’ weed, all I know
Went and latched out, I got ’em kinda hatin’

[?]’s that bitch

I brought the big box – call me manic though
(Man that boy got options)
Hoes get to poppin’
GPS up on the pussy, I can ping that shit
Listen I’m knockin’
She from Daytona, got a sneak peak
I done blacked out, come here for confirmation
Smokin’ weed, all I know

BROCKHAMPTON – Heat

‘Cause I could smell the money
Talking ’bout release dates
Fuck you!
Another black man in the screen, it’s official
Be that, the number one shotta
That’s the first one to go
Just like me, mommy, and my Bredrin
When I’m off it
[Verse 4: Matt Champion]
Of fucking center folds
And your bitch came in, rubbed up on me
Yeah you see the chain
I hope you get offended
We riding out the spirit
Asses on the ceiling
I been fucking sinning

So don’t play fucking stupid

So now it’s off to millions
I got the magazine for the pistol
I know I’m tryna change, but it’ll never work
I’ll send a bitch to get ya
Me llamo Roberto
I’m burning rubber, I pulled up on you
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Huh? I got no time for your question
And you’ll be thin, you’ll be issue when I’m off it, off it
Fuck you!
So kiss the fucking carpet
So I need two shots of everything that’s on the fucking menu
I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood]
[Outro: Matt Champion]
And I forgave them bitches
Fuck another CKGA CKGA
I’m trying to make it to tomorrow
[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]

Yeah, my bitch got badder
The first shot I blow
And this ain’t clean shit
Este es mi amigo, Jabari
That’s the first one to go
Fuck you!
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Cop coming on my block for the answers
This aggravated Larson
Falling up into the ceiling while I’m drowning in the creek of my emotions
I hate the way it looms
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Starting thinking I ain’t meant for life but that’s too deep
Bet ya life on it

I love to watch ’em squirm
For any politician talkin’ shit, givin’ issue
Fuck you!
[Verse 1: Ameer Vann]
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
It’s monsters in your home
For all you little demons
I know you got the product
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
And that concrete feels the hardest every time I seem to touch it
[Bridge: Joba]
Rearranged on me
I hate the way the things I say incinerate a room
Give me something or a body, only way I’ll leave
Black gloves, mask on, muzzle plated chrome
Hit the forehead, chest left right, I’m grinning
Nosotros odiamos a la policía
And then I’m out the door
Put a missile on you when I’m on that blocka
Shit, my ass got badder
Trying harder to be open
I could taste the weed
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Came in, raided all your pockets
Of kicking in the doors
Pray to god about him
[Intro: Robert Ontenient]
This is pissing off the yacht with my bitch on me
I came to fight for it
Shotta, ohh
Just end up more broken down than when I started
Suck a dick about it
The first shot I blow
I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back

If she’s sucking on the barrel, you can’t hear her scream
My old friend fucked my girlfriend, I should’ve shot him
Here go another pistol
[Hook: Ameer Vann]
Shotta
I got pipe dreams of crack rocks and stripper poles
[Hook: Ameer Vann]
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
I love when bitches bleed

‘Fore all you changed on me
I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
I hate the way I think

And I got mirror feelings
Wearing mink on me
So I got secrets only me and all my niggas know
Sipping Cris’ on ya
Man, I hit the lotto
I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
Internal honesty could be the hardest pill to swallow
I’m dancing with myself setting fire to the venue, motherfucker

Young Thug – Free Blac Youngsta

Sucking up, all the top down
Free Blac Youngsta
I’m out here, ‘cuz I be lurkin
All I say is Free Blac Youngsta
How they gone suit theyselves
We still go up on a Tuesday
Ring around the Rosie, woo, woo

I like your walk, ooh
Hop in foreigns with the top down
I just got some Goyard frames, and I’m boutta take your bitch today
Fuck around and turn it up

Just to say free Blac Youngsta
Let it dive in take the top off

Free my dogs
Hunnids like limousine
Free Blac Youngsta
Off White, Saint Laurent belt
Hop in foreigns with the top down
Just to say free Blac Youngsta
I’m about to turn up
Gave a couple racks to your momma
Lighting these woods in the morning
All I say is Free Blac Youngsta
I can see you flexing drinking Tuss
Lighting these woods in the morning
Everything Bobby me
And I’m not 2 Chainz, but I’m riding ’round and I’m getting it
Free my dogs
Bouncing up and down, ooh, ooh, ooh
You can ask Sprite by us
Them hunnids like limousines for the top dogs
[Intro]
I just switch the bands or you’re paying, real niggas
I pack out this hoe and skirt
Just to say free Blac Youngsta
Imma make her swallow my nut
Fuck 12, Free Blac Youngsta
Them hunnids like limousines for the top dogs
Free my dogs
Side to side and down, woo, woo, woo
Bitch tryna drown me i’m swimming
I might be fresh off a perc
Promise I can stand and gon get it
[Bridge]
Get some more bands for these bitches
I might be fresh off a murk
[Chorus]
Let it dive in take the top off
Sucking up, all the top down
R.I.P. yo momma
R.I.P. yo momma
Sucking up, all the top down
I don’t wanna sip of punch
All I say is Free Blac Youngsta
We go ’round and ’round, woo, woo, woo
Them hunnids like limousines for the top dogs
[Chorus]
And some girl recording me, Prince
Slatt!
I just caught the dawgs, ooh
I’m eating Hot Cheetos and shit, still recording know what I mean
Ice in the cup don’t melt
I just got a new Mulsanne, and I’m boutta park my Bentley
[Verse 1]
Gave a couple racks to your momma
Gave a couple racks to your momma
I got fours poured up
I was drinking Act and nothing else
Let it dive in take the top off
Lil shawty she Phillipine
All I say is Free Blac Youngsta

Living it up, to let you ball, ooh, ooh, ooh
All I say is Free Blac Youngsta
[Chorus]
You don’t fuck with me for what?
Lighting these woods in the morning

Act like your walk, ooh
Fuck 12, Free Blac Youngsta
All I say is Free Blac Youngsta
Wheezy beats
I might be fresh off a bean
Hop in foreigns with the top down
yo momma R.I.P.
Free Blac Youngsta
Fuck 12, Free Blac Youngsta
I just spend a bag on Dusse

Yo Gotti – Top Looking Down (feat. Meek Mill)

[Chorus: Meek Mill & Yo Gotti]
Wrist rocky like A$AP
This is ain’t for no bitches, this for real niggas
Patek Philipe and I can’t even set the time
I got all the chains on like a field nigga
Pulled up in a Maybach
Better leave ’em where you got ’em
I be goin’ so hard they try to ban me
Fake niggas at the bottom
Stevie J dropped OOUU OOUU
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
Thats your bitch, knock her down she in my way (yea yeah)
Fake niggas at the bottom
I don’t want no rap now, I don’t feel niggas

I leave nothing on the table, I’m a greedy a nigga
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
We bust down that Rollie just to show niggas (ha)
Real niggas at the top
Buyin’ time but I’m still runnin’ late
I’m standing on these couches with my lil’ niggas
And if you bring them pussy niggas up with you
That bitch ain’t bad if she ain’t did it on her own
Where the fuck my banger At
Fake niggas having fake issues, all you hatin’ niggas put a end to that
I got all the chains on like a field nigga

Caught me with that bitch and she went viral
And if you bring them pussy niggas up with you
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
Yeah, 50 bars tell him run it back
Plain jane, that’s thirty cash, all bust down we ain’t playin’ that
Bought the dawgs [??] wraith back
That’s my paper, let her taste that
I be getting to the money ain’t no plan B
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
Yeah, came through for the payback
This is ain’t for no bitches, this for real niggas

Better leave ’em where you got ’em
Threw that pussy at me like a spiral
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
A million dollar smell like some cologne
We bust down that Rollie, we don’t owe niggas (no)
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
Stevie J bring the record back
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
Bought a Rollie on my extras, left tho
Real niggas at the top
I don’t want no rap now, I don’t feel niggas
Count that paper with my eyes closed
I made 20 million dollars ain’t shit you can tell me
[Pre-Chorus: Yo Gotti]
Shout my young bull word to my Philly niggas
That’s your bitch, tell your ho to close her legs (oh boy)
Better leave ’em where you got ’em
Better leave ’em where you got ’em
Real nigga in real life, you a real nigga on the internet
You see me ’round some niggas know they all real
Gave my life to the streets, I hope that shit don’t fail me
And if you bring them pussy niggas up with you
Niggas thinkin’ we cool, naw nigga ain’t none of that

And if you bring them pussy niggas up with you
Take a pic, she gon’ post it on her page (oh lord)
Fake niggas at the bottom
Nothing but killers in my session, this shit Deathrow
Fake niggas at the bottom
Aye, we don’t want them bitches they some gold diggers (bitch)
Bought the bitch a li’ Birkin bag
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
We don’t do plain jane this shit for old niggas (bust down, bust down)
[Extended Pre-Chorus: Yo Gotti & Meek Mill]
I’m standing on these couches with my lil’ niggas
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
My new young bitch said she been fucking ball players
I won’t give that pussy back they say I’m acting selfish

Why the fuck he ain’t think of that
Real niggas at the top
Kids Ttipping this dope (Trip)
Real problems, had real issues in the real streets on real crack
Caught it like Odell Beckham young rich nigga they can’t check I’m on one
[Chorus: Meek Mill & Yo Gotti]
Aye, look your MCM all in my section tryna take a selfie
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
Club lit, club lit
Real niggas at the top
Nigga we lit, I’m in MIA

wifisfuneral – Run It Up (feat. Smokepurpp)

Man, I’m still spending independent money
Big body getting super dome aye
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
223 doing an uppercut aye
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
I don’t know what these lames do aye
[?]
[Verse 2: Smokepurpp]
Runnin that, runnin that, runnin that
[Verse 1: Wifisfuneral]
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh

Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Runnin that, runnin that, runnin that, runnin that
Little bitch suck dick
Runnin that, runnin that, runnin that
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
And if I die before I wake I pray I see a million
Runnin that, runnin that, runnin that, runnin that
223 doing an uppercut aye
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Fucking that bitch, I’m like ooh
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Blind 45 in the coupe
Got me a check so I fuck it up aye
My diamonds kicking like they Lui Kang, boy that shit attack
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
[Hook: Wifisfuneral]
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Runnin that, runnin that, runnin that, runnin that
Runnin that, runnin that, runnin that, runnin that
Runnin that, runnin that, runnin that, runnin that
Runnin that, runnin that, runnin that, runnin that
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
My left wrist going to kick it right up from the bitch, damn
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh

I got about 12 bricks on my wrist, shit
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Eat up that molly like fruit
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
I don’t give a fuck about no bitch shit, come get this
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
You can not fuck with the crew aye
Pussy Sweet, you can’t hang with me
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Diamond flooded like the roof
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Glaciers all over the stoop
Compress them Xans then make them bands, that recipe I tell you
I poured a 4 of chronic, smoking on that green crack
Runnin that, runnin that, runnin that
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
[Hook: Wifisfuneral]
Runnin that, runnin that, runnin that, runnin that
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
I’m skrt’ing off right in that Audi screaming fuck 12
Bands on me that’s what I do aye
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Runnin that, runnin that, runnin that, runnin that
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Pussy Sweet, you can’t hang with me
Off a percy in a uber truck
Runnin that, runnin that, runnin that, runnin that
You can’t bang with me, I got mud just like a G
You can’t bang with me, I got mud just like a G
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
Man I think it’s safe to say that I’m the shit
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh

[Hook: Wifisfuneral]
$2500 a shoot
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh
I’m drunk off of champagne, diamonds glistening
Need me bag so I run it up aye
[?]
Runnin that check up like ooh ooh

The Underachievers – Saint Paul

Some portray the greatest but lately been imitating
Nigga I remain hot
Uh, and I done lost so many friends, so much fucking with syringe
[Verse 1: Ak The Savior]
Whether cold air is in the building
How you could manifest a castle from out of your mind
I’m delivering Sun on Earth
Going harder at my job, how I display my revenge
I push this thermostat to limits
Momma always told me, "Be careful with who you trust”
Underrated like Andy Stone
Talked to millions Kelly Kapoor
Going over Hazdur, assassin fly like a vulture
What’s the discrepancy, raising up the youth on command
That’s how you blend the cultures

I used to think, sky seemed hard to reach
Leopard Shepherd on my Adolf, got these rappers gone AWOL
HAN
Built a legacy out the pain, my inner core like Thor
[Bridge: Mello]
I do not exist

Can it, if you cannot speak, nothing no less than masterpiece
It’s so far from all that
Different flavors working together to make the recipe
But I’m on they necks just like cologne
Walked in penny loafers, now pushing the Tesla Roadster
To come properly seek the throne
Lose my sanity so casually, caries be full of casualties
See me chasing bread, but I’m keeping my heart Kosher
Niggas running out of time, we looking at the same watch
Uh, showing niggas to grind
I stood in the rain drops, sun came in the same spot
[Outro: Mello]
How you could switch over your path if your life is in crime
Uh, I’m just the soul beneath the skin
Appetitus set for chaos, if they play us
Like open sesame, don’t discriminate
Real meaning of glow up, the sun ain’t never slow up
Any challenge I prepare, turn my talent to a spear
Carving my name in the Earth’s core
Mark my calendar this year, I turn to cannibal beware
I’m fucking with the winners, you niggas get left in dust
I be bumping that Solange, thinking, ”Will we meet again?”
Plan it in my layer, this my planet I’m the heir
How you could put down any substance that’s dimming your shine
I fear for thee living so casually
I don’t split up the people separately
Ain’t no time to be pretending, young nigga, do what I want
I ain’t hating, get your paper, but the best only the savior
Now I’m stuck in a dilemma, I thought you was one of us
Nowadays be living large, whip the Beamer or the Benz
Yea, I turn to cannibal beware
But stars shine anyway to feeling closer

[Verse 2: Solace]