Justin Timberlake – Pepsi Super Bowl LII Halftime Show (Live)

Cookin’ up a mean servin’
No question, I want it
Fire up, everybody smokin’
Your friends, my friends
And they ain’t leavin’ till six in the morning (six in the morning)
Caught a chill, baby, you the coldest
Go far, put ’em on notice
If you know what I want, then yeah
Baby, don’t you mind if I do, yeah
Exactly what you like times two, yeah
Got me singin’, "ooh, ooh"
So baby, don’t you mind if I do
[Rock Your Body]
Got time, but I don’t mind
Just wanna rock you, girl
I’ll have whatever you have
Come on let’s give it a whirl
See, I’ve been watchin’ you
And I like the way you move
So go ‘head, girl, just do it
That ass shakin’ thing you do
So you grab your girls and you grab a couple more
And you all could meet me in the middle of the floor
Said the air is thick, it’s smellin’ right
So you pass to the left, then you sail to the right
Don’t be so quick to walk away (Dance with me)
I wanna rock your body, please stay (Dance with me)
You don’t have to admit you wanna play (Dance with me)
Just let me rock you till the break of day (Dance with me)

[Senorita]
Ladies and gentlemen
It’s my pleasure to introduce to you
He’s a friend of mine
"It feels like something’s heating up, can I leave with you?"
"I don’t know but I’m thinking bout, really leaving with you"
"It feels like something’s heating up, can I leave with you?"
"I don’t know but I’m thinking bout, really leaving with you"
[Sexyback]
I’m bringing sexy back
Them other boys don’t know how to act
I think it’s special, what’s behind your back? [Filthy]
If you know what’s good
If you know what’s good
Haters gon’ say it’s fake
So real
Haters gon’ say it’s fake
So real
I said, put your filthy hands all over me
And no, this ain’t the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat? So turn around and I’ll pick up the slack
Dirty babe
You see these shackles
Baby I’m your slave
I’ll let you whip me if I misbehave
It’s just that no one makes me feel this way
Come here girl
Go ahead, be gone with it
Come to the back
Go ahead, be gone with it
VIP
Go ahead, be gone with it
Drinks on me
Go ahead, be gone with it
Let me see what you’re twerking with

[My Love]
I can see us on the countryside
Sitting on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain’t gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is be my love
(So don’t give away) My love
(So don’t give away) My love
(So don’t give away)
Ain’t another woman that can take your spot, my love
(So don’t give away) My love
(So don’t give away) My love
(So don’t give away)
Ain’t another woman that can take your spot, my love
[Cry Me A River]
You don’t have to say what you did
I already know, I found out from him
Now there’s just no chance for you and me
There’ll never be
And don’t it make you sad about it
Cry me a river (x8)
[Suit and Tie]
And as long as I got my suit and tie
Imma leave it all on the floor tonight
And you got fixed up to the nines
Let me show you a few things
All pressed up in black and white
And you dressed in that dress I like
Love is swinging in the air tonight
Let me show you a few things
Let me show you a few things
Show you a few things about love

[Until The End Of Time]
I woke up this morning
And heard the TV saying something
About disaster in the world and
It made me wonder where I’m going
There’s so much darkness in the world
But I see beauty left in you, girl
And what you give me let’s me know that I’ll be alright
‘Cause if your love was all I had, in this life
Well, that would be enough until the end of time
So rest your weary heart and relax your mind
‘Cause I’m gonna love you, girl, until the end of time
[Prince – I Would Die 4 U]
I’m not a woman
I’m not a man
I am something that you’ll never understand
I’ll never beat you
I’ll never lie
And if you’re evil I’ll forgive you by and by
You, I would die for you, yeah
Darling if you want me to
You, I would die for you
You’re just a sinner I am told
Be your fire when you’re cold
Make you happy when you’re sad
Make you good when you are bad
I’m not a human
I am a dove
I’m your conscious
I am love
All I really need is to know that
You believe
Yeah, say one more time
You, I would die for you
[Mirrors]
‘Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul
I can tell you there’s no place we couldn’t go
Just put your hand on the glass
I’m here tryin’ to pull you through
You just gotta be strong
‘Cause I don’t wanna lose you now
I’m lookin’ right at the other half of me
The vacancy that sat in my heart
Is a space that now you hold
Show me how to fight for now
And I’ll tell you, baby, it was easy
Comin’ back here to you once I figured it out
You were right here all along
It’s like you’re my mirror
My mirror staring back at me
I couldn’t get any bigger
With anyone else beside me
And now it’s clear as this promise
That we’re making
Two reflections into one
‘Cause it’s like you’re my mirror
My mirror staring back at me, staring back at me
[Can’t Stop The Feeling]
I got this feeling inside my bones
It goes electric, wavy when I turn it on
All through my city, all through my home
We’re flying up, no ceiling, when we’re in our zone
I got that sunshine in my pocket
Got that good soul in my feet
I feel that hot blood in my body when it drops
I can’t take my eyes up off it
Moving so phenomenally
Room on lock the way we rock it
So don’t stop
And under the lights when everything goes
Nowhere to hide when I’m getting you close
When we move, well, you already know
So just imagine, just imagine, just imagine
Nothing I can see but you
When you dance, dance, dance
Feeling good, good, creeping up on you
So just dance, dance, dance
Come on
All those things I shouldn’t do
But you dance, dance, dance
And ain’t nobody leaving soon
So keep dancing
Everybody sing
(I can’t stop the feeling)
Got this feeling in my body
(I can’t stop the feeling)
Got this feeling in my body
(I can’t stop the feeling)
Wanna see you move your body
(I can’t stop the feeling)
Got this feeling in my body
Come on

Lana Del Rey – Match Made In Heaven Lyrics

(Sing that shit, girl)
It’s a match made in heaven
If they’re gonna talk, let ’em
(Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh)
(Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Sweet neighborhood
Love, dreams made of
It’s a match made in heaven
If they’re gonna talk, let ’em
Sweet neighborhood
Love, dreams made of
It’s a match made in heaven
If they’re gonna talk, let ’em
I’m not a trick but I’m a trick for you
I’m the girl next door, doin’ what you wanna do
What I’ll never do, I really fell for you
You give me butterflies, heart skippin’ one, two
I, I, I, gotta get it started
I want it bad, bad, I want it bad
I know you’re sick, boy, I wanna get the flu
I’m runnin’ temperatures thinking of your love, boo
Dizzy spells, ooh, is your love true? I’m under influence, gettin’ hot and chills too
I, I, I, gotta get it started
I want it bad, bad, I want it bad
(Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh)
(Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Sweet neighborhood
Love, dreams made of
It’s a match made in heaven
If they’re gonna talk, let ’em
Sweet neighborhood
Love, dreams made of
It’s a match made in heaven
If they’re gonna talk, let ’em
(Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh)
(Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh)
You’re such a bad boy, I heard about you
And so has every other girl, that’s why they want you
My local rockstar, the Willie B. crew
You out there on the grind
Now come home to your queen, boo
I, I, I, gotta get it started
I want it bad, bad, I want it bad
You’re number one, boy, no one else will do
I’m like a prize fighter, clockin’ chicks to get to you
This race I run for you, won’t stop until I’m through
I’m out there doing shit that I should never ever do
I, I, I, gotta get it started
I want it bad, bad, I want it bad
(Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh)
(Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Sweet neighborhood
Love, dreams made of
It’s a match made in heaven
If they’re gonna talk, let ’em
Sweet neighborhood
Love, dreams made of
It’s a match made in heaven
If they’re gonna talk, let ’em
(Oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh)
(Oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Down on your knees, beggin’ me, please
I am your queen, oh-ah
(Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh)
(Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Don’t wanna trip but I could fall for you
Heaven is a place called earth on your arm, ooh
Sweet neighborhood
Love, dreams made of
It’s a match made in heaven
If they’re gonna talk, let ’em
Sweet neighborhood
Love, dreams made of
It’s a match made in heaven
If they’re gonna talk, let ’em
(Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh)
(Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh)
(Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh)
(Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh)

Camila Cabello – The Exchange Lyrics

Came across a picture wall
You and I were lying
See looks to you like [?]
Knows that what I had in mind
I’m wrapped into suns
Felling perfectly alone
But I’ve always been a mix because I wishes him are yours
Come closer, closer
Darling, I thought I would faint
Let me whisper, whisper
So that you can understand
[?] from head to toe
Only will know, only will know
I think we should drink
If you could told me he was drunk that day
So we shot the arrows the wrong way
I heard him say
I think we should trade
Well, tell him let’s go on a double date
And meet us up at six in the cafe
We’ll run away
And call it the exchange
Blink as if it’s true
We’ve been thinking about you
[?] and tell me that you do
Come closer, closer
Darling, I thought I would faint
Let me whisper, whisper
So that you can understand
We’ll be [?] all back from head to toe
Only will know, only will know
I think we should trade
If you could told me he was drunk that day
So we shot the arrows the wrong way
I heard him say
Now that you know, you know, you
There’s nothing like me in you, me in you, me in you
You’ve been trying to say it ain’t true, but it starving me how
[?] know you, know you
There’s nothing like you
And you’ve been trying to say it ain’t true
Now that you know, you know, you
There’s nothing like me in you, me in you, me in you
You’ve been trying to say it ain’t true, but it starving me how
There’s nothing like me in you
I think we should trade
Well, tell him we’ll go on a double date
And meet us up at six in the cafe
We’ll run away
When you say we run away
We’ll call it the exchange

Katy Perry – California Gurls (Passion Pit Main Mix) Lyrics

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Greetings, loved ones
Let’s take, take, take journey
[Verse 1: Katy Perry]
I know a place where the grass is really greener
Warm, wet and wild
There must be something in the water
Sipping gin and juice
Laying underneath the palm trees (undone)
The boys break their necks
Trying to creep a little sneak peek (at us)
[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
You could travel the world
But nothing comes close to the golden coast
Once you party with us
You’ll be falling in love, in love, in love, in love
[Chorus: Katy Perry]
California girls, we’re unforgettable
Daisy Dukes, bikinis on top
Sun-kissed skin so hot, we’ll melt your popsicle
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
California girls, we’re undeniable
Fine, fresh, fierce, we got it on lock
West Coast represent, now put your hands up
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
[Verse 2: Katy Perry]
Sex (sex) on the beach
We don’t mind sand in our stilettos
We freak in my Jeep
Snoop Doggy Dogg on the stereo, oh-oh
[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
You could travel the world
But nothing comes close to the golden coast
Once you party with us
You’ll be falling in love
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg + Katy Perry]
Toned, tan, fit and ready
Turn it up cause it’s getting heavy
Wild, wild, West Coast
These are the girls I love the most
I mean the ones, I mean like she’s the one
Kiss her, touch her, squeeze her buns
(Uh!) The girl’s a freak
She drive a Jeep and live on the beach
I’m okay, I won’t play
I love the Bay just like I love L.A
Venice Beach and Palm Springs
Summertime is everything
Homeboys banging out
All that ass hanging out
Bikinis, zucchinis, martinis, no weenies
Just the king and a queenie
Katy, my lady (Yeah?)
Lookie here, baby (Uh-huh)
I’m all up on ya
‘Cause you representing California (Ooh ooh)
[Chorus: Katy Perry]
California girls, we’re unforgettable
Daisy Dukes, bikinis on top
Sun-kissed skin so hot, we’ll melt your popsicle
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
California girls, we’re undeniable
Fine, fresh, fierce, we got it on lock
West Coast represent, now put your hands up
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
[Outro: Vocoder]
California, California girls
California, California girls

Skizzy Mars – Welcome Back Lyrics

[Hook]
Welcome back
Welcome back
Welcome back
Where you been at? in Alaska
Didn’t even have to ask for it
Bad bitch from Nebraska
Said her dad was a the pastor
Sold out shows when I’m back east
Welcome back like a murder base
Had to call out the big dogs
Big homie had an open case Welcome back
Welcome back
Welcome back
Where you been at? Where you been at? [Verse 1]
Loud crowds
No crickets here
Penthouse had a different year
St. Where you been at? Laurent? Make these racks all disappear
Sold out shows on west coast
ATM, I just chase bank
Call Sosa when I get to Dallas
Bitch, I got rich at 18?

DBangz – SASUKE TOOK MY BITCH Lyrics

Yuh, Sasuke took my bitch, Tay-K on my wrist, Sasuke what? [Intro]
Hello
It’s DBangz
AKA, Lil Cumstain
AKA, BootyEatingBandit
AKA, uh, fuck your grandma ’til she piss on herself cause she has like these urinal problems…
[Verse]
Yuh, Sasuke took my bitch, Tay-K on my wrist, Sasuke what? Bitch, took my bitch and made her get up in the minivan
I knew that he could do it, I’m just seeing if he really can
Run up on a nigga, you a motherfuckin silly man
Bitch, I got more children than the police in the city, man
Yuh, Sasuke took my bitch, Tay-K on my wrist, Sasuke what? Kipper, bitch pass me a dub
Cut him with the scissors
I don’t miss em
I deliver
And a nigga need some love
I ain’t come from it
I be thumbin
Run up on me
Nigga, we can fuckin run it
Fuckin on your cousin
I be stunting
[??]
Pull up
Pick it up
Pick it down
Pick it up
Put it down
Tay-K on my wrist, Sasuke took my bitch
Man, god dam
Yo, fuck these thots
Keep a Glock on my pot
Masturbated to the clock
Keep it on my sock
Drive a mop
Want a yacht
I ain’t talkingLil Boat
Ya’ll ain’t got those
Young send me those
[??]
Lot of ninety hoes
Probably wetter than a water hose
(Jeez oh my god, like mad radical type shit, he just spit on that beat)
(Oh no, the transition of the beat is changing, we’re all gonna die, it sounds like we’re underwater!) Bitch, took my bitch and made her get up in the minivan
I knew that he could do it, I’m just seeing if he really can
Run up on a nigga, you a motherfuckin silly man
Bitch, I got more children than the police in the city, man
Nigga took my bitch, with the shits, flip a brick
Now she beggin for the dick
Imma get it quick, bitch I’m slick
Make a fat bitch run, that’s a click
DJ Khaled, with the keys
She said please, always hungry, I ain’t even smoking weed
Thick bitches tease, on her knees, grab her weave
[?] then I leave
I be handling these niggas
Smoking swishers
Mr. Yuh, Sasuke took my bitch, Tay-K on my wrist, Sasuke what?

Shenea Easton – For Your Eyes Only

You really know me, that’s all I need to know. For your eyes only, only for you. Songwriters: Bill Conti / Michael Leeson / Mick Leeson I never felt until I looked at you. For your eyes only, I never need to hide. You can see so much in me, so much in me that’s new. For your eyes only, only for you. You’ll see what no one else can see, and now I’m breaking free. Only for you, only for you. For your eyes only, can see me through the night. The passions that collide in me, the wild abandoned side of me. Maybe I’m an open book because I know you’re mine,
But you won’t need to read between the lines. The love I know you need in me, the fantasy you’ve freed in me. You see what no one else can see, and now I’m breaking free. For your eyes only, only for you. For your eyes only, the nights are never cold. Only for you, for your eyes only. For your eyes only, only for you.

The Diplomats – The First

We been ready it’s just that our promotion was not
But I can’t blame no one for this, I’m alright with that
Can’t be racist cause I sell too much white for that
So I decided I’ma milk these crackers for all they, milk and crackers
’til I’m rich and these mils don’t matter
Uh, you niggas follow my plot? On the first, I hate these chickens
Get their check, hair, nails done, steak and chicken, for they fridge
And they kids fly, I ain’t open friend (not at all)
On the 11th, you gon’ be broke again
Word to Jehovah man
Hoes in they shoes, barking like a Doberman
Coming to see Cam, for some coke again
[Verse 5: Jim Jones]
Shit, it’s the first of the month
Yo, I’m the first on the block for the cycle
With rocks to disperse like, shots from a rifle
See they tainted our image
It’s fucked up the way the game painted our image
They say we dangerous people
Why, because we movin ‘caine to the people
Don’t be the reason I be, aiming this Eagle, my aim’s to get equal
The first and fifteenth’s got some restraints on my people

[Hook: Cam’ron]
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
It’s the first of the month…
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
It’s the first of the month…
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
It’s the first of the month…
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
[Outro: Jim Jones]
Dipset nigga, Jim Jones Capo Status
Killa the Don, Juelz Santana, FREEKEY!! The takeover’s now, y’all focused or not? [Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Come on, yo, yo
Ayo my Dipset Taliban, we are not a crew
We’re more like a movement, more like in tuned with
The moon and the stars
Some say I soon will be doomed for them bars
But I could be caught, pissy, clubs, saloons and them bars
The industry think that they grooming a star, nah
I’m more like a thug misproving the odds
Runnin around all crazy, the city, with my goons in them cars
[Verse 2: Cam’ron]
I tell ’em
Wake up, wake up
Gotta go get that cake up, break up
Divide that payroll, ay yo
Go get that ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
Killa, hey bro, holla at Pedro
On the 8-0 in Waco, I tell him lay low, ba’ bro
When I beef, names’ll be said, tools’ll be spread
Two in your head, body be bagged, eulogy read
Dog in the news’ll get read
Cause what I deal with is usually Feds on the first
[Hook: Cam’ron]
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
It’s the first of the month…
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
It’s the first of the month…
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
It’s the first of the month…
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo

[Verse 3: Juelz Santana]
Yo, now I’m the type of dude, post up sell drugs on your property
Stone cold hustler, ain’t no fucking denying me
I sell drugs in varieties, you want it, I got it
You see it, you like it, we count it, you buy it from me
I’m what the people call a menace to the public society
Fuck ’em I’m riding, my gun on the side of me
Fuck ’em I’m driving, I’m puffing I’m high as can be
I’m speeding, I’m weaving, I’m bugging my eye on the street
Cam signed to the Roc, it’s time that we eat
Harlem’s back, this time it’s for keeps
You rolling or not? Harlem, my Taliban
Eastside, B’s up
The first and fifteenth
We still going through it
Welfare, medicade (wooo!), the liquor stores
Broadway, 7th, 15th, 40th
Y’all know the struggle
Holla
Roc-A-Fella, woo! If not, swallow these shots, Santana swallow your block
I run with enforcers, big dudes and bosses
Black, British and Walter, the phone call’ll cost ya
Keep rolling in them caravans acting
We got big trucks with chrome, Taliban action
Send one up to Jabar, my nigga maxed in
T-Money’s home and he’s never going back in

[Hook: Cam’ron]
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
It’s the first of the month…
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
It’s the first of the month…
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
It’s the first of the month…
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
[Verse 4: Cam’ron]
Yo, yo I swear to God, you’ll think I had a violin the way I fiddle triggers
How you older than me, and still a little nigga?

Tay-K – After You

Just ask dude, number nine on my chest, and my ass dude (gang)
I tote the gat ’cause I have to, you tote it ’cause it’s fashionable (grahh, gang)
Tears in the water unpassable (skirr), we pop out in the afternoon (skirr)
This Gosha international, touch and bullets come after you (pew, pew)
[Chorus]
Sh-Sh-She said, "Give me head" bitch, after you (bitch)
Foenem go in first, I go after you (grahh)
Y-Y-You get robbed for your flashy shoes
Bitch, you get robbed for your rackables
She said, "Give me head" bitch, after you (bitch)
Foenem gon’ go first first, I go after you
Nigga, that Glizzy don’t get passed to you (bitch)
Nigga, you wouldn’t even shoot if you had to shoot You get ate like fast food (you get ate like fast food)
You won’t walk, you gon’ crawl away like a raccoon (like a fucking raccoon)
Hands in the air like a statue, I will shoot you in a classroom (fucking classroom)
See through you like a glassroom, I nothing to ask you (gang)
1, 2, 3, call Blast for you, the choppa stock detachable (nigga, whatchu wanna do?)
You want beef? [Chorus]
Sh-Sh-She said, "Give me head" bitch, after you (bitch)
Foenem go in first, I go after you (grahh)
Y-Y-You get robbed for your flashy shoes
Bitch, you get robbed for your rackables
[Verse 1]
Ni-Ni-Nigga wanna show his ass like a baboon (like a fucking baboon)
Now he’s a hashtag, now he’s a tattoo (now you’re a tattoo)
Now his bitch’s ass on my dick, bathroom (in the fucking bathroom)
Wanna be a class coon?

Tee Grizzley – First Day Out (Remix) (feat. Meek Mill)

I don’t fuck with you
Got a nigga from Chicago, he got money too
But that boy’ll still eat your chain like a Lunchable
Rollie on my wrist and it’s fully sprayed
Got these niggas pocket watchin’, they like what he paid
Bitch bad like Beyonce, sippin’ lemonade
With the D’usse they can’t do me ’cause a nigga made

[Outro: Meek Mill & Tee Grizzley]
I know they praying on my downfall (they did)
These niggas prayed on my downfall (they did)
They still praying on your downfall (for real)
I pour a deuce up like I’m John Wall (for real) What else?)
Collect call on them bitches, they intercept us (hey)
I’m from Philly, nigga, but that money long as Broad Street
Four deep, I got floor seats watchin’ ‘Bron ball (‘Bron ball)
Beef with corny niggas, corn beef, we don’t mind y’all (mind y’all)
If it’s really beef, I will find y’all (find y’all)
If that nigga hate, fuck his main and his side broad (and his side broad)
Yes, I bought stress with that work through that mail
We gon’ kill you if you nervous, if you nervous, you might tell (if you nervous, you might tell)
One-thousand three grams, a birdie on the scale (scale)
She got the head like that hoe went to Yale (Yale)
I only fuck if that pussy don’t smell (for real)
I bought that bitch a new purse at Chanel (for real)
I told her hold down this Glock, if it’s real
I’m on probation, I can’t go to jail, no

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
They still prayin’ for my downfall (Free Meek)
I feel ’em prayin’ on my downfall
From the yard to the streets, I’ma stand tall
I won 50 on the Eagles, split it with my dogs
Tell her get the 1s, no money guns, I need this shit thrown right
Private jet when its urgent, gotta get flown right
Brandon Graham from Detroit, nigga, that’s home right
Expensive designers can’t fit big niggas so my clothes type
Persia to [?], now it’s New York to Cali
Rosecrans, the hottest daily, Free G-Weeder, that’s my family
I went platinum, I get paid to be on camera
I’m the only nigga from my generation with a mansion (Free Meek Mill)
Other niggas from my generation dead or in the pen
Still pray for them niggas ’cause some of them my mans
Niggas shot my little brother, I jumped in that van
Now them same niggas won’t breathe again, speak again
I fuck with LeBron but the money tall as Shaq, bitch
Longest Mac bitch, catch this Mac clip
Spend a night with me these bitches gotta get they tracks fixed
I don’t know how long I’ma last in this rap shit
So that deal money gotta invest it in this bag, bitch
Ayy, I wear that glizzy like it’s fashion
A bitch not ’bout to treat my like I’m average
Don’t take this bag if it’s too much for you to manage
Only joke around the circle, don’t let niggas see you laughin’
Ayy, who you lil’ niggas talkin’ to? If you ain’t my mans and we argue, I’m offin’ you
If you hit my trenches with that chain, it’s comin’ off of you
I might buy your bitch a pair of Yeezy’s, they comfortable
Turned my niggas into bosses, that’s what bosses do
Why you niggas askin’ for my number? [Intro: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
These niggas prayed on my downfall (They did!)
These niggas prayed on my downfall
On all ten, bitch, I stood tall (True shit)
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I pour the D’Usse like I’m John Wall
Counter-clock the pots up in the kitchen, I need this shit cook crack
I made a milli from rappin’ and I ain’t look back
I brought that Dawn in my hood, they was like, "What’s that?"
They tried to tell me I lost, nigga, I shook that (shook)
Bein’ broke did somethin’ to my soul (soul)
Had a nigga locked down, 23 in the hole (hole)
Touch down, came home, pourin’ Ace up with Hov’ (Hov’)
I done bagged a popstar, put a Wraith on the road
Thank God, ain’t it a blessin’? (What?)
We made it out from State, went from all that stressin’
After them chi-chis, writin’ them letters (what else?

Kodak Black – Erykah Badu

[Intro]
Ight come on
Aye
[Verse 1]
I’m turned up on a jolly
I will milly rock on any block fuckin’ Kodak boppin’
I will hit a nigga with that Glock, don’t really do no talkin’
I will Diddy bop on any thot, she suck me ’till she coughin’
I will let it rip on all of y’all, just try me bitch I promise
Call me K, I got to always keep the K cause I got knowledge
I be ballin’ like Pheonix, but they say I’m hooked on phonic
You won’t catch a nigga tweetin’
I be schemin’, I be plottin’
They be leechin’, they be watchin’
She be geekin’ off the molly
Call me K, I got knowledge
Keep the K cause I got knowledge
I be drippin’, I be saucin’
I be limpin’ when I’m walkin’
I’m so fucked up in the noggin’
I be hearin’ bitches talkin’
Since I’m always fuckin’ eatin’ M’s, wet the cutlass candy
You know I don’t fuckin’ give a damn, whack you and your mammy
This is orange, don’t say tangerine cause I will get offended
I want Actavis Promethazine, don’t want that shit you sippin’
And believe me, I ain’t conceited
I’m just chillin’, I’m just livin’
And so what if I’m conceited, that’s just me but that’s my business
Remember I was in a sticky one, reality done hit me
Boy these niggas will make you kill some, they always in they feelings
Nigga what would y’all do, if you could be me for minute
Nigga what would God do, if we can fuckin’ switch positions
Aye repeat what you just said cause I was rollin’ when you told me
Can’t believe what you just said bitch I be [?]
A lil soldier from off Nolia
I can’t stay from out the corner
I don’t care none ’bout these foreigns, I’ll pull up in a ‘Yota
I was raised in a dope hole, posted on the stroll
Put a nigga in a choke hold ‘fore I sell my soul

[Verse 2]
Can’t keep these bitches off me
Now my bitch think I’m trippin’, got her trynna stalk me
Think before I do the shit, false move a culprit
Got plans for tomorrow, been a man and [?]
I don’t know you bitch, let me get your social
Got a power stayin’ bulker and another on commercial
I would rather hit the fuckin’ plug before I go commercial
Stop that tweet, I’ll murk you
I be geekin’ like I’m Urkle
Crackers came and got my uncle and he went in in December
I’m a come through bouncin’ in that orange, you’ll think I’m Tigger
Project baby, grew up in the park, you can call me Tigger
It’s whatever, I’ll rock a fella, and I’m on a jigga
If I ever meet Erykah Badu, I’ma fuck her
If I ever see you, out in public, I’ma touch you
Threw a meat, stayin’ busta free, I’ll bust a busta
In a busted bus, nigga, my interior peanut butter
Shawty said that that my kid, prolly is cause I was beatin’ her
Prolly not, it prolly is, really think that I’ll feed her
I was in the DMV and I was runnin’ up to meter
Settin’ trends, goin’ Super Saiyan, whipped out like Vegeta
In a stolo smokin’ reefer, rockin’ Polo in Adidas
Ridin’ olo with the Nina, I don’t know no nigga meaner

Key Glock – Hot

[Chorus]
All these niggas say they hot, shit you must not heard of Glock
Mister pull up let it pop, mister don’t play ’bout his guap
And ever since a tot I been playin’ ’round with them blocks
Close your legs, ho give me top, and my coupe cruise like a yacht
Pipe down lil nigga, you ain’t hot
I just left the lot, yeah you know I gets a lot
Very large amounts, yeah you know what I’m about
No we don’t play around, get ’em in and get ’em out
[Verse 2]
Same young nigga riding ’round with them rounds
You just the same nigga riding ’round talking down
Naw we don’t play around, turn your smile into a frown
Make my niggas clear the crowd
Run in when them guns sound (gang shit)
Ah shit, breaking news, he got hit with the tool
They came up on the block and then they popped him and got loose
They came up on the block and then they sweeped it like a broom
I came up off the block then turned all my rocks into jewels, bitch
[Chorus]
All these niggas say they hot, shit you must not heard of Glock
Mister pull up let it pop, mister don’t play ’bout his guap
And ever since a tot I been playin’ ’round with them blocks
Close your legs, ho give me top, and my coupe cruise like a yacht
Pipe down lil nigga, you ain’t hot
I just left the lot, yeah you know I gets a lot
Very large amounts, yeah you know what I’m about
No we don’t play around, get ’em in and get ’em out How you put all of them diamonds in your watch? [Intro]
Hey
Hey I know I’m hot
And you not, hah
[Chorus]
All these niggas say they hot, shit you must not heard of Glock
Mister pull up let it pop, mister don’t play ’bout his guap
And ever since a tot I been playin’ ’round with them blocks
Close your legs, ho give me top, and my coupe cruise like a yacht
Pipe down lil nigga, you ain’t hot
I just left the lot, yeah you know I gets a lot
Very large amounts, yeah you know what I’m about
No we don’t play around, get ’em in and get ’em out
[Verse 1]
Goddamn all this water got me drowning
VVS’s, forty thousand my medallion
I been fly bitch, I don’t need no pilot
Every time I’m Gucci’d down, I be styling
Racks for my shirt, belt, and shoes, I’m fresher than you
Just pulled up in the coupe, had the kids like ooh
No I don’t wear no Trues, but my pockets on Buddha
My chopper got a cooler, pull up, we bust your medula
Goddamn Lil Glock, you too hot
How you rack your bands and get another drop? Why the fuck you go and get another charm?

smokepurpp – Geek A Lot

[Intro]
Lil Purpp, aye this shit sound Smokepurpp as fuck
Lil Purpp bless yo trap
Oh my God, Ronny
[Chorus]
Damn, I geek a lot, I geek a lot and a lot
I’m off the Xan, pour the Wok
And I got VVS diamonds my watch
Stop tryin’ come in my spot
I want the brain, want the top
Tell one to come in my spot
I’m off the bean, not the Wok
[Verse]
Wait, yeah I got rich
I could just fuck any bitch
Smokin’ on thoink with yo bitch
She say my gas really hit
Big choppas, ride with mad yoppas
She see the racks on the floor and she hop on my dick like she was a grasshopper
Gucci my kicks, I got designer from head to my kicks
Even my pants are designer, they Rick
Walk in the mall and spend a lil’ brick
I’m off the Xan and I’m off the drank
Look at my Backwood it’s full of that stank
Diamonds just water, they came from a tank
I pop a bean and get racks at the bank

[Chorus]
Damn, I geek a lot, I geek a lot and a lot
I’m off the Xan, pour the Wok
And I got VVS diamonds my watch
Stop tryin’ come in my spot
I want the brain, want the top
Tell one to come in my spot
I’m off the bean, not the Wok
Damn, I geek a lot, I geek a lot and a lot
I’m off the Xan, pour the Wok
And I got VVS diamonds my watch
Stop tryin’ come in my spot
I want the brain, want the top
Tell one to come in my spot
I’m off the bean, not the Wok

Rich Homie Quan – Changed

[Intro]
If you ever thought I was going broke
You thought wrong, my nigga
If you ever think I was falling off
Fuck you then
[Chorus]
Don’t let that money fool ya, boy, ain’t shit changed
We in Miami on Biscayne
Forty-thousand for the big face
And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
I’ve been doing this shit since sixth grade
Teachers told me I would never make
No money off these words, now I’m not worried ’bout nobody
Told that same teacher, "Look at me" and I didn’t go to college
[Verse 1]
We ’bout to party just like Rick James
Oh, now I’m up by Biscayne
Albert Einstein, I’m insane
But I’m a fool with them numbers on the corner with some lumber
In the trap, got off a whole thang
I flushed it all when them folks came
Aye, I might sacrifice a two just, so I can make ten
Got it out the street, made my name in the pavement
I wasn’t in the club, put it up, I was saving
Yeah, I love my plug, he show love, he not racist
Came home, saw a million, then I made some
Never switch it up, I’m the same Quan

[Chorus]
Don’t let that money fool ya, boy, ain’t shit changed
We in Miami on Biscayne
Forty-thousand for the big face
And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
I’ve been doing this shit since sixth grade
Teachers told me I would never make
No money off these words, now I’m not worried ’bout nobody
Told that same teacher, "Look at me" and I didn’t go to college
[Verse 2]
My only friend is a Ben Frank
I wanted money just like Kinte
Hustling hard to keep the rent paid
Told mama close the door, ’cause I’m jumpin’ off the porch
My only mission is to get paid
Lock that money in a big safe
Ain’t no tint up on the cars, so I know they know it’s me
I ain’t never had shit, I wear my watch when I go to sleep
I put a lil’ money in my smile, that the reason I show my teeth
And I can afford to pay a nigga a couple a thousand a month just to roll up my weed
I got my money, moved out the hood, can you blame me, nigga? Money made, but I’m the same me, nigga
[Chorus]
Don’t let that money fool ya, boy, ain’t shit changed
We in Miami on Biscayne
Forty-thousand for the big face
And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
I’ve been doing this shit since sixth grade
Teachers told me I would never make
No money off these words, now I’m not worried ’bout nobody
Told that same teacher, "Look at me" and I didn’t go to college

Rich Brian – Introvert (feat. Joji) (Lyric Video)

[Chorus: Joji]
Every time I go closer to the road, leavin’ my light
I just wanna know why I’m feelin’ so lonely at night
It’s my fault, it’s my life, I’m so cold, I’m so high, get it right
I don’t care, but I fight, we don’t lose, we just ride, let it ride
[Verse 1: Rich Brian]
Sittin’ in my crib thinkin’ ’bout shit
That I never done, but I wish I did
Actin’ like I’m fine, but I’m losin’ it
Coulda kissed that girl, but it ain’t relevant
Coulda made that move, I’m regrettin’ it
Feelin’ so low, like I’m on 2%
Been livin’ life like it’s a tournament
Loneliness turned off and now it’s on again
Tell myself run, ain’t no lookin’ back
Only time I do is when I’m reachin’ for the stack
Back on my old ways, on my old Mac
Thinkin’ ’bout my old days, I’ll never go back
Fuck that, tryna get myself my own crib
Be an independent man, I might just suck my own dick
Ain’t got time, baby just tryna gold dig
Gotta get through all the people that I roll with
[Chorus: Joji]
Every time I go closer to the road, leavin’ my light
I just wanna know why I’m feelin’ so lonely at night
It’s my fault, it’s my life, I’m so cold, I’m so high, get it right
I don’t care, but I fight, we don’t lose, we just ride, let it ride

[Verse 2: Rich Brian]
Yeah, hole in my soul, don’t know how to fill it up
Cannot let nobody in, hopin’ that they understand
Can’t change my ways, sins all white, get through my days
This just how your boy was raised, vigilant in every way
Every single night I’ve been stayin’ up
My imagination’s takin’ flight and it’s takin’ off
And my time is slowly tickin’ now, I don’t wanna wait anymore
Don’t wanna be erased, wanna make a change
[Bridge: Joji & Rich Brian]
Please don’t run me, I’ve just lost my way
(My way, my way, my way)
Leave no trace of my misery, get me through the day
Get me through the day (get me through the-)
[Chorus: Joji]
Every time I go closer to the road, leavin’ my light
I just want to know why I’m feelin’ so lonely at night
It’s my fault, it’s my life, I’m so cold, I’m so high, get it right
I don’t care, but I fight, we don’t lose, we just ride, let it ride