ASAP Ferg – Kristi Yamagucci (feat. Denzel Curry, IDK & Nicknack)

You a giant baby, you steppin’ on these niggas’ necks
Sometimes you gotta just ease that, ease that left foot off baby
And then put your right foot on the, on the top of them, big baby
And choke them even harder
Cause you’s a dawg, you’s a, you’s a fuckin’ champ, these are puppies baby
They can’t, they can’t fuck with you baby, Lord
[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Racks on racks on racks, (yeah) Dapper Dan all on my back (right)
Double G all on my cap, (yeah) monogram on a Maybach (smear)
Testin’ that pussy like Pap (smear), eatin’ that bitch from the back (yeah)
Mumble rap all on that cat (yeah), Lil Pump she makin’ it clap
I’m ’bout to write Yammy a letter, tell ’em I’m doin’ way better (right)
"Plain Jane" the song of the year (yeah), I’m busy just chasin’ the lettuce
I’m a Calvin Klein model on billboards, I did a campaign with the fellas (right)
Adidas done gave me another deal and Hennessy too, they got cheddar (alright)
Shoot videos in the PJs, (yeah) then I go hop on a PJ (yeah)
They sendin’ me all these free clothes, (right) momma just put it on eBay
I run the shit like a relay, niggas gon’ have to press replay
Yammy say hi to my daddy for me and Jam Master Jay for TJ
[Interlude: NickNPattiWhack]
Goddamn, nigga
When it be raining outside nigga, you the umbrella
‘Cause that shit just bounce off you with that Gucci
God, nigga I’ma call you Kristi YamaGucci, baby
‘Cause you just all over the fuckin’ world with this shit, baby
Niggas cannot touch you
[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Trench coat mob is a Go-Go Gadget
You don’t wanna see a pretty scene get drastic
Fuckin’ with the lords, no Frodo Baggins
Niggas bring your clothes to the screen like a fat bitch
Even though my name is Denzel, no actin’
Pap-pap, puttin’ everything inside a casket
Track that, everything is gonna be a classic
Wrap that, put that bitch inside a prophylactic
When I’m rappin’, got no hard-on, double tappin’
From a city built on coke and pistol-packin’
See you flaggin’ and they packin’ what you lackin’
Take you out and then they act like nothin’ happen
Amnesia, got rid of the heater
Back in the hood where they blowin’ on reefer
I follow the light while you follow the leader
Now a nigga overseas where they checkin’ my Visa, look
[Interlude: NickNPattiWhack]
Nah baby, what kinda flip phone you got? [Intro: NickNPattiWhack]
Aw Lord baby, she got a flip phone
Da-damn baby, I been smokin’
Been chokin’ and it’s so potent baby, we high baby
And you got the silver Gucci by my man Ferg, baby? you gon’ have to step up
Cruisin’ in a Wraith, see if they make a get-up
Pull up to the place, fucked her when we met up
Yeah, I’m gettin’ buzz, but I never let up
I ain’t seen a doctor, but I got my check up, check up, check up, check up, check up
I’m playin’ chess, you stuck on checkers
That’s why your gang can never check us
They take your chain, and now you neck-less
Check up, check up, check up, check up
I got a check on my watch (wait)
I’m losin’ track of time ’cause I don’t hear tick or no tock (yeah) Is that a Nextel baby, no, a Chirp baby
This nigga got a Boost, baby, what the fuck
Nigga, you gotta step it up
You need to get you a trap phone
Nigga you need to get one of these fuckin’ Motorolas baby
Niggas can’t even track us, baby
[Verse 3: IDK]
Finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, dunk, yeah
Ballin’ on my enemies, I ain’t even tyin’ up to punks, huh
Imagine when I tie ’em up, yeah
I shake ’em, they gon’ need a crutch, yeah
And I ain’t talkin’ groupie bitches
When I say they got their panties in a bunch
I’m talkin’ niggas, I ain’t talkin’ nada
They ain’t talkin’ figures, gotta be six, seven or better
Tryna get a house, gotta get my bread up
Tryna stay on pace?

Azealia Banks – Movin’ On Up

Boy, it’s so sad to see you go
I wasn’t out for you
Didn’t have a plan to break your heart
All them regular dudes
Don’t understand the reasons why
I don’t do regular dudes
Don’t need a man, don’t need nobody
Don’t need a man, don’t need nobody
Don’t need a man, don’t need nobody
Don’t need a man, don’t need nobody
[Verse 3]:
Throwing a fit, he holding his dick
Niggas lips grab on the tits
Then level the clit
He wish he had it for keeps
All these bitches holding their seats, I’m holding the heat
Fashion police, bitches want some fashion to crease
I’m fashion to beat, this bitch fashionably
It’s magic you see, sis swam out of the sea
Pardon the weave, fish scales sparkle when I’m chopping [?]
Chopper on me
Chop niggas down like I’m lumbering trees
Dump the clip if a clown if think he fucking with me
Break a bitch nigga down like he fucking for free
[Chorus]:
All I want is to live in this world
Express the love and believe in me and myself more
And be free to explore my sexuality
All the girls if you’re feeling it
Find your peace, spread your wings, live your life
You’re free to fly
All I want is to live in this world
Express my femininity
Be myself more and be free to explore my sexuality
All the girls if you’re feeling it
Find your peace, spread your wings, live your life
Don’t let no one get in your way girl Hoops with a zoot suit, like Khadijah
Single life, single letter on my flight to greet ya
If you wanna pump that missile
You bitch better drip, better wet that whistle
It’s still the young 20 somethin’, bitch hungry on a hunt
For the chip, better flip that nickel
Fucking with the get ’em girl in the campaign gully
Spill that girl if you a champagne bunny
It’s your world, live it up, it ain’t nothing
Spend that girl and keep the damn thing running
[Spoken Interlude]:
Listen now
I’ve told you once, I’ve told you twice
You’re not on the list
[Hook (Quieter)]:
What’s a girl to do? [Hook]:
What’s a girl to do? Boy, it’s so sad to see you go
I wasn’t out for you
Didn’t have a plan to break your heart
All them regular dudes
Don’t understand the reasons why
I don’t do regular dudes
Don’t need a man, don’t need nobody
[Verse 1]:
Keep it checking it, clocking it
Bitches be [?] hip hop phenomenon
I’m living life [?]
[?] I’ll leave em in they’re astonishment
My diamonds keep [?]
Winter storm [?] kids [?]
I’m really hot lava lit
Put the pussy right on his dick he [?] it
[Chorus]:
All I want is to live in this world
Express the love and believe in me and myself more
And be free to explore my sexuality
All the girls if you’re feeling it
Find your peace, spread your wings, live your life
You’re free to fly
All I want is to live in this world
Express my femininity
Be myself more and be free to explore my sexuality
All the girls if you’re feeling it
Find your peace, spread your wings, live your life
Don’t let no one get in your way girl
[Spoken Interlude]:
Your name’s not down, you’re not coming in
[Verse 2]:
1, 2, 3
Now this that very ghetto acapello
Dinero, sport the season to date, my niggas
I been getting cheddar since whenever
Ever since quarters in piggy bank
Now it’s pricey diamond, feisty niña
Icy diva, ¡ay que linda! [Intro]:
Listen, listen, listen
I told you once, I told you twice
You’re not on the list, alright?

Tech N9ne – No Reason (The Mosh Pit Song) (feat. Machine Gun Kelly & Y2)

[Intro: Krizz Kaliko & Tech N9ne]
We are leaders
This Tecca N9na in your arena
We saw no reason
[Hook: Y2]
Yea
Start shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, our shit
For no reason, the hardest
For no reason, start shit
For no reason, mob shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, mosh pit
[Bridge: Y2]
I just think you fucking with the wrong one
Times like this I don’t know how to have fun
I think I’ma fuck somebody up (fuck ’em up)
You gon’ need someone to hold you up
What the fuck
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
My city stand up
Stoppin’ people that got into my city and what
Copyin’ me and the property, poppy ya jammed up
With akis the cam bust, don’t mock me the brand’s us
Strange music the game shoot this right at the fakers
They came stupid with the claim you can took for you change and name usage
Steppin’ to me
Link with the lane and you lose indefinitely
Ready for ruckus really we reppin’ the B.. The fuck’s wrong with you Pop-Tarts? Ah Ah
This the eviction notice, missingly quick and go get
Hit us and consider me and my nigga be sick and roguish
Stop you ain’t ready to brawl, you can hang
Lock you too dead in the jaw, you claim Strange
It ain’t came
The Kan City to jam with me
You damn sissy eat up a oxy
To stand stiffly in my pants with me
Never honor who bringing drama to the Don
If you continue now gonna do what I come to do
Guess what I’ma do
[Hook: Y2 & (Machine Gun Kelly)]
Start shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, our shit
For no reason, the hardest
For no reason, start shit
For no reason, mob shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, mosh pit
(Let’s get to it)
[Bridge: Y2 & (Machine Gun Kelly)]
I just think you fucking with the wrong one (the wrong one tho!)
Times like this I don’t know how to have fun (I don’t know!)
I think I’ma fuck somebody up, fuck ’em up (gunna)
You gon’ need someone to hold you up (hold you up, huh)
What the fuck
[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
It’s only one option
You gon’ need a doctor
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout the one from Compton
Arms, feet, legs all gone like I’m Don Corleone
Hiring James Bond that’s what I’m on
Remain calm but aware that I’m armed and dangerous
See Double X is known to gang with us
So hang tight I’m trying to get this right
You think ’cause I wrote a pop hit that I won’t pop shit? I pop cherries and popstars, you popsicles is not hard
Popped in on the top charts out the cop car
To remind y’all you just rap and not God
And I don’t care who got bars
Because they don’t acknowledge mine
So show me who got scars
Show me the greatest on the stage and the arena
Bet they point they finger up at the Gunner and Tecca N9na
[Bridge: Y2]
I just think you fucking with the wrong one
Times like this I don’t know how to have fun
I think I’ma fuck somebody up
You gon’ need someone to hold you up
What the fuck
[Verse 3: Y2]
She will not leave a bunch of passes
I just wanna see that ass
Caribou Lou in my glass yeah
I start a riot by accident
Somebody been showing ass again
I just started throwing some cash again
Pushing the crowd we harassing them
If you start making me mad
[Hook: Y2]
Start shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, our shit
For no reason, the hardest
For no reason, start shit
For no reason, mob shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, mosh pit
[Outro: Krizz Kaliko]
We are leaders
We saw a reason

Offset & Metro Boomin – Ric Flair Drip

(hey)
[Chorus]
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (drrt) yeah (drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits (ay)
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits (skrt)
[Verse 1]
Poppin’ but you really not gon’ shoot (pop)
Ninety pointers down my diamonds look like hula hoops (ninety)
Hopping in my Bentayga and her seat is a masseuse (hey)
Balenciaga, check my posture, Valentino boots (oo-oo)
It’s the Boominati way, a lotta Lambs, a lotta Wraiths (Boominati)
Never hesitate to give a nigga yellow tape (grrt)
And worry ’bout the bag ’cause the cash accumulate (bags)
Soon as we came in the game, all these niggas they imitate it (hey)
Put my mind on it then I put my grind on it (grind)
Put the iron on him if a nigga my opponent (iron)
My car five-hundred and I don’t put no miles on it (hoe)
I was runnin’ ’round homie, with five-hundred thou’ on me (hoe)
[Chorus]
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (drrt) yeah (drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits (ay)
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits (Offset)
[Verse 2]
Told my fam I got the gang with me (gang with me)
Bought my first Patek, it got some rain on it (Patek)
Nigga, we used to kick it, how you hatin’ on me? (ha-ha)
Hop in the Bentley coupe and blow the brains out it (skrrt!)
We not the same, my nigga
My nigga, we from the north division (north, nawf)
Amateur brain, yea we bought ya just like it’s an auction, ain’t it (hey)
Beat the chopper, hundred round total, like it’s car collision (brrt-brrt)
I made that shit mandatory, that means I had to get it (hey)
My shooter keep begging "please", he ready to wack a nigga (please, please)
I gave a nigga a diamond, I had to cap a nigga (woo)
I’m giving your hoe away like she a raffle, nigga (here, here)
We get at it, then we ‘gone pray with the pastor’s scriptures (hey)
[Chorus]
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (drrt) yeah (drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety split the coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits (ay)
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits (skrt)
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (drrt) yeah (drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits (ay)
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits (skrt) [Intro]
(Bijan 4 The 1 Time)
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga!

MoneyBagg Yo – Super Fake

Maybe you tryna get under my skin
Maybe you don’t want to see me win
But I won’t fold and I won’t bend
Give me your cup, fill it with ice
A deuce in the red, put it in the Sprite
Walked in the club, turned on the lights
But it was just dark, so that was my ice
Chanel on my ten toes (toes)
Pinky ring like I pimp hoes (who you with?)
That bitch with me a nympho (she a freak)
Poppin’ percs like they Mentos (ugh ugh, woah)
[Chorus]
Yeah, hop on the beat and ride it like a wave (tryna keep my balance)
Chains I’m a slave, Dolce Johnny Cage (I’m just kickin’ shit)
She throwin’ fits, I told that bitch behave (bitch behave ho)
I pop a bean and chop her like my fade (ugh ugh, oh)
Remember Mario from eleventh grade (remember me from Mitchell?)
Dropped out of school, now I’m stupid paid (I’m stupid paid, whoa)
I been that nigga, y’all just super lames (y’all knew that)
How you gon’ bash me then try fuck me, bitch you super fakes (huh)
[Verse 2]
Came in the game with vengeance
Nigga left, I got right like Lorenzo (got right on)
Gucci my vision, my lenses
I ain’t fucked up ’bout the money, I spends it
I had a talk with the most high (G-O-D)
I walk around with the four five
I’m fresh to death like a dead guy (corpse)
They call me Capo the head guy (honcho, Bagg), yeah
I get emotional when I reflect on my past (when I think ’bout it)
I could be still there so I’m thankful for this bag (amen)
Chandeliers on both my ears, my earrings look like two lamps (bling)
This might not mean nothin’ to you but I used to get food stamps
Hit her from the side, caught a cramp (ugh)
The pussy made me tap, it was damp (wet)
Yellow got me up like a ramp (up)
Pull up, made her serve, then I vamp (skrrt, what you rockin’?)
Yellow diamonds on me, look like macaroni (yellow, yellow)
Told her that I loved her, I’m too macaroni
[Chorus]
Yeah, hop on the beat and ride it like a wave (tryna keep my balance)
Chains I’m a slave, Dolce Johnny Cage (I’m just kickin’ shit)
She throwin’ fits, I told that bitch behave (bitch behave ho)
I pop a bean and chop her like my fade (ugh ugh, oh)
Remember Mario from eleventh grade (remember me from Mitchell?)
Dropped out of school, now I’m stupid paid (I’m stupid paid, whoa)
I been that nigga, y’all just super lames (y’all knew that)
How you gon’ bash me then try fuck me, bitch you super fakes (huh)
[Outro]
I’m so fuckin’ thankful for the bag and shit
Pacific ocean bag, I got a water wrist
Haters make me made, that’s why my diamonds piss
Amen Are you serious, I’m just asking
If you real then why pretend? [Intro]
Man, fuck you fake ass niggas and bitches
Tay Keith, Bagg
[Verse 1]
Niggas hatin’, tell ’em quit it
But you gettin’ money, I don’t get it
You want smoke or you just acting?

Meyhem Lauren & DJ Muggs – Redrum

Fuck these niggas
[Chorus]
Yo, take the trash out, take the mask out
Take the gloves out, fuck it, take the snubs out
Niggas act crazy and we kill ’em
Son, they gotta pay the funeral home to bill ’em
Yo, take the trash out, take the mask out
Take the gloves out, fuck it, take the snubs out
Niggas act crazy and we kill ’em
Son, they gotta pay the funeral home to bill ’em
[Verse 1]
Fuck these bitch niggas, some gotta die, it’s all basic
One shot’ll take a man out, it’s not wasted
Niggas act crazy, and niggas gotta go
Shoot ’em in the face, leaves ’em six feet below
I’m all about [?], I go to war to keep my peace
Why the fuck you think I keep my piece
Don’t ever take kindness for weakness
This Mac-10’ll show you just how cold the streets is
Fuck a red, catch a holo-tip heart attack
Let the chrome turn you right into an artifact
Fake use to [?] moves and move cowardly
Now you got your life taken by reality
[Chorus]
Yo, take the trash out, take the mask out
Take the gloves out, fuck it, take the snubs out
Niggas act crazy and we kill ’em
Son, they gotta pay the funeral home to bill ’em

[Verse 2]
Play the shadows like Bartolome Moya
If I kill, case closed, no need for a lawyer
I look in your eyes and see lavender
I don’t give a fuck about the depth of a scavenger
Kill ’em, leave they head slumped on the wheel
Throw some work in the car and make it look like a deal
Cameras make it harder to kill
So when you pointin’ your steel make sure you guardin’ your grill
Uh, fuck ’em, buck ’em, buck ’em, send ’em home
Shoot these niggas up and lay ’em down with the chrome
And they say life’s priceless, but your life’s worthless
This nigga gotta go big, go home with the surface
I’ll kill ’em
[Chorus]
Yo, take the trash out, take the mask out
Take the gloves out, fuck it, take the snubs out
Niggas act crazy and we kill ’em
Son, they gotta pay the funeral home to bill ’em
[Verse 3]
18,000 count cotton, you soft
Niggas be actin’ mad live ’til they got knocked off
Uh, takes a rifle to stop your life cycle
Death isn’t jail, your friends cannot write you
Ain’t no fuckin’ tellin’ what the guns do
But you know my niggas study Sun Tzu
I’ll leave you with your [?] and your dome
But take your Jordans off so we can put a tag on your toe, bitch
[Chorus]
Yo, take the trash out, take the mask out
Take the gloves out, fuck it, take the snubs out
Niggas act crazy and we kill ’em
Son, they gotta pay the funeral home to bill ’em

Logic & Marshmello – Everyday

‘Cause they tell me I’m the man
You the man right now, you the man right now
With the whole wide world in the palm of your hand right now
Fuck the lights and the cameras and the money and the fame
I’ma do it for the fam right now
I’ma get it for the 301 and the R-A-double T-P-A-C ’cause you know
[Chorus]
I work hard every motherfuckin’ day-ay-ay-ayy
I work hard, I work hard every day-ay-ay-ayy, yeah
But today is my day, it’s my day
And no matter what they say, it’s my day
La-la-la-la-la-la, yeah, yeah [Intro]
Yeah, ayy
[Chorus]
I work hard every motherfuckin’ day-ay-ay-ayy
I work hard, I work hard every day-ay-ay-ayy, yeah
But today is my day, it’s my day
And no matter what they say, it’s my day
La-la-la-la-la-la, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Roll up to the spot, feelin’ real good
Think you gon’ talk shit, you better not, my homies real hood
They say, "Logic, why you do that?" I don’t know, I don’t know
Yeah, they used to be like, "Who that?" I don’t know, I don’t know
Now they know my name wherever I go
Used to think that’s what I wanted, but now, just don’t know
No, I can’t fuck with that, nook if you buckin’ back
Yeah, I been workin’ but I ain’t get nothin’ back
Tell me the dealy now, hold up, wait, really now
All of that shit you been talkin’ just silly now
[Pre-Chorus]
Just as quick as you rise
Just as quick as you could fall
Oh, no no no, I can’t fuck with that at all
Can’t fuck with that at all
[Chorus]
I work hard every motherfuckin’ day-ay-ay-ayy
I work hard, I work hard every day-ay-ay-ayy, yeah
But today is my day, it’s my day
And no matter what they say, it’s my day
La-la-la-la-la-la, yeah
[Verse 2]
All, all she ever wanted was attention
And a bunch of other shit I shouldn’t mention
‘Cause she got daddy issues for days, for days and days
But today, she ain’t got shit to do, her right along with you
So we gon’ fuck around and vibe and vibe and vibe and vibe
I’m tryna live my life, but am I doing it right? Hey, I’m tryna live my life, but am I doing it right?

Little Simz – Doorways + Trust Issues

Shit, I’ll try not to be flash, true I’ll say it ‘cause I can
Woah, hold up Simbi what has gotten into you these days? When was it about the stuntin’, when was it about your pay? Don’t be mad
My imperfections make me who I plan to be
Though what’s slowing me down is trust issues Don’t be mad at me
Know my imperfections make me who I plan to be
Though what’s slowing me down is trust issues
[Verse: 2]
Oh, everybody’s got some sort of faith inside them
Gotta find where it lives
More time I’m alone when I pray in silence
God knows how I think
Everybody’s got some sort of faith inside ‘em
No such thing as hate inside ‘em
You search more then you was findin’ and take what life gives
To you on a daily basis, all I see is faces
Medical rolled
A little conversation is all I need
I’ve been seeing different places
It’s hard to leave, we are the key
When you’re in a bubble you know it’s hard to see
In and out of trouble can’t see past the now
Trapped inside my mind, lost can’t be found
I’ll get us in, if you buy the rounds
City’s on a hold whenever I’m in town
It’s going up, Space Age, man you know it’s us
Everybody’s gonna talk instead of showing love
They take something real small then they blow it up
Can’t take the fake shit these days
Everybody want to fake shit these days
While you’re being wasteful in a time of need
I be out here trying to save shit these days
Never take to the ‘he says, she says’
Gotta get it from the main source these days
Nobody is an angel these days
You disagree better speak up please say
Everybody’s got a life here, and free will
I’m the type to lay low and be still
Type to make a nigga open up and say how he feels
You bet he won’t but I bet he will
[Hook]
Everybody’s got trust issues
You know what I’m sippin’
I’ll teach you how to mix it
You’re the only one
I don’t trust these bitches
I don’t trust these niggas
I don’t trust anyone apart from who I came with
Is that bad of me? Www…wait please slow down, I’m a pro now
My last name means count money, can you pronounce it? Think I better go now
[Spoken Interlude]
What happened when I followed the white rabbit? I’ll never be perfect to me
I’ll never stop questioning what more I can to do to love myself
Not knowing how to do that only results in trust issues
I may seem perfect to you but I come with layers
And this is more than one
Trust Issues
[Hook]
Trust issues, trust issues
You know what I’m sippin’
I’ll teach you how to mix it, you’re the only one
I don’t trust these bitches
I don’t trust these niggas
I don’t trust anyone apart from who I came with
Is that bad of me? Doorways
[Intro]
Aye, looking through this hallway
In a different place from what I know, a different ballgame
What is through the doorway
Keep it pushing always
Seeing different from what I’ve been told, been thinking all day
Ohhh, this is so smooth coming from you know who
Anybody can say anything I’d rather show you
Ohhh, I’mma be free now
Give you what you need
This is how it’s supposed to be
[Verse: 1]
This is how it’s supposed to be
When it’s 30 plus degrees
Riding with the windows down
Oooo just so you can see me in it
I don’t mean to brag, it’s the shit I never had
Haters are forever mad, I just laugh, then hit the dab
Oh keep on doing what I do, am I a good girl gone bad? Ajikawo, heir to the throne now
I don’t belong anywhere, not even my own town
Am I insecure now, speaking on my thoughts now
Shit, I know I got trust issues, it’s hard to ignore now
What have I become, am I losing all control now?

j-hope – Daydream (백일몽)

큰 욕구는 자제하는 중 Who knows? 편히 울고 싶은 거 I know
미친 듯 놀고 싶은 거 I know
사랑에 설레고 싶은 거 I know
Ye I know I know I know, Cause Me
다 물고기처럼 걸려봤겠지
삶에 갈증으로 인한 욕망이란 그물 덫
보편적인 심리적 도피
나라고 헤엄쳐 나갈 수는 없는 법
Not, 현실 거부
불만, 부적응
그 어떤 것들 도 아냐
Love ma rule
한 번쯤 다른 나의 인생 그림
그려 보고 싶은 거야, 도화지 Dream
Sleep
저기 저 경계선을 넘어
느껴보는 거야
앨리스가 빠진 구멍처럼
호그와트 가는 길처럼
신기루의 세계일 거야
그리고 내 세상일 거야
상상 그대로 일 거야
But 영원하진 않을 거야
Shit
Wishing on a Sky
Wishing on a Scar
해가 있다면
꿈을 꾸고 싶다고
Wishing on a Sky
Wishing on a Scar
달빛이 있다면
깨어나기 싫다고
나의
Daydream Daydream
Daydream Daydream
Last
Day dream Daydream
Day dream Daydream
So what I get drunk
미칠 때까지
So what I go out
일 생각 없이
젊음을 느껴보자고
Young Wild and Free
Wild and Free
나도 한번 해보자고
눈치 따윈 안 보는 거 Errday
내 감정을 내 맘대로 해 Errday
맘에 들면 저격하는 사랑꾼 Errday
공식 없이 욕구를 풀어대 Errday
내 성격을 무시해 Errday
부끄럼 없이 울고 싶다고 Errday
Dream list, 그 일 순위
그냥 돈 걱정 없이
Deep sleep
저기 저 경계선을 넘어
느껴보는 거야
앨리스가 빠진 구멍처럼
호그와트 가는 길처럼
신기루의 세계일 거야
그리고 내 세상일 거야
상상 그대로 일 거야
But 영원하진 않을 거야
Shit
Wishing on a Sky
Wishing on a Scar
해가 있다면
꿈을 꾸고 싶다고
Wishing on a Sky
Wishing on a Scar
달빛이 있다면
깨어나기 싫다고
나의
Daydream Daydream
Daydream Daydream
Last
Day dream Daydream
Day dream Daydream
내게 왜 꿈을 꾸냐
되묻는다면
배부른 소리 할 거야
잠시 내려놓고 나의
메커니즘에 맞게 Stay
쉬는 거라 할 거야
What’s this What’s this
공상 속 다이빙 모두 날 위한 Swim
Like this like this
모든 나의 발자취 와 나의 Fanasy
If I want something
If I want something Now
If I want something
If I want something Now
That’s a Daydream
They dream They dream
That’s a Daydream
Daydream Daydream
Daydream Daydream
Wake up 늘 공상에 차오르는 숨 Who knows? 내 성격은 Half and Half Who knows? 공인으로서의 노력하는 Life Who knows?

Jack White – Over And Over And Over

Yeah, my shoulder on a boulder
Holds the weight of the world
(Yeah)
[Chorus]
The wind is blowing
Volcano’s blowing, my lungs are blowing
(Over and over)
Who could not win the mistress, wooed the maid
With the no sign of a grave
(Over and over)
My shoulder holds the weight of the world
(Over and over)
(Over and over)
The Sisyphean dreamer
My fibula and femur
Hold the weight of the world
(Over and over)
I think therefore I die
Anxiety and I rolling down a mountain
(Over and over)
(Over and over)
And although you want me
The gods have all scorned me now The Sisyphean dreamer
My fibula and femur
Hold the weight of the world
(Over and over)
I think therefore I die
Anxiety and I rolling down a mountain
(Over and over)
My shoulder holds the weight of the world
[Chorus]
Yeah, the wind is blowing
Volcano’s blowing, my lungs are blowing
(Over and over)
Who could not win the mistress, wooed the maid
With the no sign of a grave
(Over and over)
(Over and over)
(Oh yeah)
Hollow body
Move like [?]
(Over and over)
The rock ‘n’ roller, the young and older
Rolling back to the stroller
(Over and over)
And although you want me
The gods have all scorned me now
[Chorus]
The wind is blowing
Volcano’s blowing, my lungs are blowing
(Over and over)
Who could not win the mistress, wooed the maid
With the no sign of a grave
(Over and over)
(Over and over)
(Over and over)
[Bridge]
And my [?] full of passion
Only telling ’cause you’re asking
And am I gutting for the tasking? And the love is all drowning
And they’re never gonna find ’em
‘Cause the eagle’s gonna blind ’em
(Over and over)
Woo!

Hoodrich Pablo Juan – We Don’t Love ‘Em (feat. Gucci Mane)

I always stay with assassins
I’m always laced with the fashion
Teacher gave me an F, that’s fantastic
VS diamonds on me, look how they flashing
Rocking Saint Laurent, I guess I be dabbing
I got the Louis V, Supreme collabing
Bought a mansion way away like a cabin
Taking all my swag, I feel like your daddy
You a beggar, I’m a hustler
I’m the dealer, you the customer
Catch up, little nigga, I’m mustard
Smoking the Backwoods, they coming from Russia
I ain’t never really trust you
Knew I should’ve never trust you
You ain’t real, you a buster
These niggas was always sus
These niggas start snitching for nothing
These niggas wanna live by the gun
Guess what, you gon’ get what you want
El Patrón, nigga, I want a ton
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? [Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Ooh, yeah
MONY POWR RSPT, nigga
It’s a money set, you know what I’m saying? Everybody getting money, nigga
Yeah, Pablo Juan
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that
[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Car got gadgets, my bitches got asses
Expensive glasses like I’m teaching class
Too fresh to take out the trash
Fresh to death, where is my casket? ’cause we don’t love ’em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that ’cause we don’t love ’em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
If come ride it’s tinted
Don’t test the water chilly
My pinky a quarter ticket
Had to grind smart to get it
Limited ‘sclusive edition
They waitin’ in line to get it
Danny your time, I did it
I didn’t get a dime, a visit
I been had the sauce, I’m drippin’
‘Fore I had a pot to piss in
My car just lost the ceiling
My girl just lost her feeling
Gucci getting richer than richy
Bitches say Gucci saddity
She just did her ass and her titties
Well skeet on her face ’cause she pretty
I tell her, go’n, like the road runner
Might stash your phone number
Ho get the wrong number
I’m stacking all winter
I’m stuntin’ all summer
And I need a grown woman
‘Cause I got grown money, Wop
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what?

Gucci Mane – Solitaire (feat. Migos & Lil Yachty)

[?], but we ain’t with that kinky shit
Wop be on that Nicki shit, my whole clique robbin’
Lookin’ at the robbers like, "Y’all ain’t finna take shit"
Glacier Boy, amazin’ shit, yeah jeweler ain’t up on this
Crazy diamond bracelet, I’m jealous of my own wrist
If you ain’t spend a million yet, you probably won’t agree with this
[?]
(Gucci!)
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I was just sittin’ in the cell playin’ solitaire
Now they see me everywhere, brush they full of [?]
Solitaire, solitaire, neck, ear, solitaire
Bad bitch won me a lot of deal, say she love them solitaires
[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Wop, ha [Intro: Gucci Mane]
Burr
I’m out pussy
It’s your worst nightmare
Glacier
Ha
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I was just sittin’ in a cell playin’ solitaire
Now they see me everywhere, brush they full of [?]
Solitaire, solitaire, neck, ear, solitaire
Bad bitch won me a lot of deal, say she love them solitaires
[Verse 1: Takeoff]
4 mil for the crib, 1.5 just to keep me chill (1.5)
To my neighbors here, Jack and Jill, still trot up the hill (through the hill)
Fiji water, talkin’ Aquafina glass, crystal clear
Ice there, ice here, I just iced the atmosphere
[Verse 2: Quavo]
Huncho
I’m walkin’ real light (walk)
It’s somethin’ like skatin’ on ice (skate)
Yo hoe wanna fuck my vibe (sheesh)
Huncho Brett Favre, throw pies (Huncho)
Try the gang, and we dumpin’ (dump)
Glacier Boy it’s a global warmin’ (yeah)
Everybody wanna come join in (gang)
Niggas born in, and ain’t sworn in
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I was just sittin’ in the cell playin’ solitaire (huh)
Now they see me everywhere, brush they full of [?] (Wop)
Solitaire, solitaire, neck, ear, solitaire
Bad bitch won me a lot of deal, say she love them solitaires (mwah)
[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Bitch I don’t play no solitaire, I’m a fuckin’ millionaire
Trap stars everywhere (trap)
Bad hoes everywhere (bad)
Right wrist quarter million dollars, that’s no lie
Left wrist, all Piguets, I put it in the sky
[Verse 4: Gucci Mane]
Burr, burr
All my stones single me, they ain’t with the mingling
Damn that’s Mr.

Dan + Shay – Tequila

[Verse 1]
I can still shut down a party
I can hang with anybody
I can drink whiskey and red wine
Champagne all night
Little Scotch on the rocks and I’m fine, I’m fine
[Chorus]
But when I taste tequila, baby I still see ya
Cutting up the floor in a sorority t-shirt
The same one you wore when we were
Sky high in Colorado, your lips pressed against the bottle
Swearing on a Bible, baby, I’d never leave ya
I remember how bad I need ya, when I taste tequila
When I taste tequila
[Verse 2]
I can kiss somebody brand new and not even think about you
I can show up to the same bar
Hear the same songs in my car
Baby, your memory it only hits me this hard
[Chorus]
When I taste tequila, baby I still see ya
Cutting up the floor in a sorority t-shirt
The same one you wore when we were
Sky high in Colorado, your lips pressed against the bottle
Swearing on a Bible, baby, I’d never leave ya
I remember how bad I need ya, when I taste Tequila
When I taste tequila
[Bridge]
I ain’t even drunk, I ain’t even drunk
And I’m thinking
How I need your love, how I need your love
Yeah, it sinks in
[Chorus]
When I taste tequila, baby I still see ya
Sorority t-shirt, the same one you wore when we were
Sky high in Colorado, your lips pressed against the bottle
Swearing on a Bible, baby, I’d never leave ya
I remember how bad I need ya, when I taste tequila
When I taste tequila
When I taste tequila
When I taste tequila

Cozz – Demons N Distractions

So you… you’re tellin’ me that she’s talkin’ about you. Jessie thinks you’re oh-so god damn sexy and what you fuckin’ do… or is it because y’all fucked around?"
"Ugh… ‘Cause I’m a mack." (laughs)
"Stop fuckin’ jokin’! What’s up with that blunt nigga? Why is this shit going around? And my friends, who are friends with her people and also her, are tellin’ me some stupid ass shit of you… but it’s not fuckin’ by surprise because you’re a fuckin’ dog, and you’re not ready to be in a relationship with somebody who’s so willin’ and so down for you, but you wanna continue to fuck me over. So I’m gonna ask you, have y’all exchanged information and have y’all done anything?"
"Psh… My answer gon’ remain the same"
(Call disconnects) You still thinkin’ ’bout your girl? Damn! [Verse 1]
Yeah, mindin’ my own business and some diamonds
Perfect timin’, my broad brought weed and wine in
I fucked my bitch, she rolled the weed, okay let’s keep this goin’
She rub my back, she hold it down, she really keep me goin’
Fuck her real good, so she start to ask me where I’m goin’
I sleep and record it, sleepy recordin’
And don’t you call me when I’m workin’, I’ma keep ignorin’
And now my ringtone’s in this take, you really gettin’ annoyin’
And let your boy enjoy this while you keep on tryna spoil this
I need peace, no noises, I need peace, no noises
See in this life we got choices and I decided
I’ma shine the brightest, lookin’ like the colors on a koi fish
In jail or dead, when [?] is pointless
Don’t you be speakin’ on my secret pussy appointments
Keep that between us, got a lot of demons
I just wanna release some, I need a drink and a joint lit
[Chorus]
I got these demons on my mind, all we need is five
To get rid of that shit, come smoke with me and let’s get high
I got these demons on my mind, all we need is five
To get rid of that shit, come smoke with me and let’s get high
Come smoke with me and let’s get high, me and let’s get high
[Beat Switch]
[Skit: Cozz & the passenger]
"Damn nigga, you was ‘sposed to hit that left right there nigga, damn. (laughs) Nigga still thinkin’ about yo’ bitch!"
"Bruh… Nigga, shut the fuck up!"
[Chorus]
Please don’t bother me while I drive (while I drive)
Please don’t bother me when I smoke (when I smoke)
I just want silence in my ride (in my ride)
Please don’t bother me when I smoke (when I smoke)
Please don’t bother me while I am high (while I’m high)
Please don’t bother me when I smoke (when I smoke)
I just want silence when I drive (when I drive)
That’s the only thing that helps me cope (it helps me cope)
[Verse]
Look, get with the program, in my whip I play slow jams
Drive with my knees, weed in both hands, high and I won’t land
Boy, I’m in my own land, so when you talk, I give no damns
Sorry, it’s no chance, tryna get through to me now, uh
Can’t hear you anyway, the weed is too loud, uh, demons too loud, uh
All the shit that I ain’t proud of goes away when I smoke the haze
Sour makes hard times sweet as donut glaze
Hour after hour seems to go away
This is it, first place in the race to reduce the growin’ pains
Yeah, I’m older and I’m wiser so got shown some things
A lot of people love you when you can’t hold your weight
Then give you the red light when you wanna roll to fame
You niggas and you hoes off the hook like stolen bait
A lot of y’all just talk but don’t even know a thing
So shut the fuck up
[Chorus]
Please don’t bother me while I drive (while I drive)
Please don’t bother me when I smoke (when I smoke)
I just want silence in my ride (in my ride)
Please don’t bother me when I smoke (when I smoke)
Please don’t bother me while I am high (while I’m high)
Please don’t bother me when I smoke (when I smoke)
I just want silence when I drive (when I drive)
That’s the only thing that helps me cope (it helps me cope)
[Outro: Cozz & the girl]
(FaceTime ringing)
"Aw, fuck"
(FaceTime connects)
"So let me ask you one last time. Hey this… this still the same song nigga? You been holdin’ on to that shit for… What you still high off the last one, huh? This is not fuckin’ funny!

21 Savage, Offset & Metro Boomin – Ric Flair Drip

Bijan 4 The 1 Time
Metro Boomin’ want some more, nigga! [Offset:]
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits
Poppin’ but you really not ‘gone shoot
Ninety pointers [?] my diamonds look like hula hoops
Hope in my Bentayga, Hennessy [?] masseuse
Balenciaga, [?], Valentino boots
It’s the Boominati way, a lotta Lambs, a lotta Wraiths
Never hesitate to give a nigga yellow tape
And worry ’bout the bag ’cause the cash accumulate
Soon as we came in the game, all these niggas they imitate
Put my mind on it then I put my grind on it
Put the iron on it, if a nigga my opponent
My car five-hundred and I don’t put no miles on it
I was runnin’ ’round homie, with five-hundred thou’ on me
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits
Told the fam, "Got the gang with me"
Bought my purple [?], got some rain on it
Nigga, we used to kick it, how you hatin’ on me
Hop in the Bentley coupe and blow the brains out it
We not the same, my nigga
My nigga, we from the north division
Amateur brain, yeah we bought ya just like it’s an auction, ain’t it
Beat the chopper, hundred round total, like it’s apocalypse
I met your mandatory, I’m told that means I had to get it
My shooter keep begging "please," he’s ready to wack a nigga
I gave a nigga a diamond, I had to cap a nigga
I’m giving your ho away, like she a raffle, nigga
We go at it, then we ‘gone play with the plastic stretchers
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits