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Elliott Trent – Sex In The City Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I got a feeling for you shawty right now
I been working all night
And I can’t stop thinking ’bout your body right now
I know you got a man but he ain’t never around
So he don’t know I be texting you shawty
Can’t wait to be sexing you shawty
Ima’ show you how to execute shawty
I don’t know why he ain’t pressed on you shawty (yeah)
[Pre-Chorus]
You got what I need
Lost my heart inside your sheets
‘Cause see girl we’re still a freak
Only show that side for me
If you’re down to ride for me
Climb on top and ride for me
Put them panties to the side for me
I’ll eat it in the kitchen right before it’s time to leave girl
[Chorus 2x]
Cause I ain’t tryna’ fuck you in the bedroom
Hit it in the whip you got some leg room
Restaurant sex in the restroom
Any move wit’ you be the best move girl
Let’s go have sex in the city, oh
Get ready, let’s run through the city, yeah
Let’s go have sex in the city, oh no
Girl just let me know that you comin’ with me, yeah
[Verse 2]
Been thinking like how could she be so fine
It’s kills me when you say you need some time
With your make up
Well you kill every woman I could think of
Know a couple places we could make love
Let’s go widen down, let me taste you
What a nigga like me gotta’ wait for? Let me love you down, make you crave more girl
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m on my way you about to get spooked
Where you wanna’ go what if you choose
Shaw-shawty know just what to do
Soon as I pull up on you
If you’re down to slide for me
Climb on top and ride for me
Put them panties to the side for me
I’ll eat it in the kitchen right before it’s time to leave girl
[Chorus 2x]
Cause I ain’t tryna’ fuck you in the bedroom
Hit it in the whip you got some leg room
Restaurant sex in the restroom
Any move wit’ you be the best move girl
Let’s go have sex in the city, oh
Get ready, let’s run through the city, yeah
Let’s go have sex in the city, oh no
Girl just let me know that you comin’ with me, yeah
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Uh, if you tryna’ ride, we can slide oh yeah
Uh, lit the city lights, get you high oh yeah
Uh, if you tryna’ ride, we can slide oh yeah
Shawty you so fine, oh yeah
I just wanna’ pull up until the sun oh yeah
[Chorus 2x]
‘Cause I ain’t tryna fuck you in the bedroom
Hit it in the whip you got some leg room
Restaurant sex in the restroom
Any move wit’ you be the best move girl

Eminem – Revival: Remix Lyrics

Things that should’ve been private with me and your mother is public
I can’t stomach, they can take this fame back, I don’t want it
I’ll put out this last album then I’m done with it
One-hundred percent finished
Fed up with it, I’m hanging it up, fuck it
Excuse the cursing, baby, but just know
That I’m a good person, though they portray me as cold
And if things should worsen, don’t take this letter I wrote
As a goodbye note, ’cause your dad’s at the end of his rope
I’m sliding down a slippery slope
Anyways sweetie, I better go
I’m getting sleepy, love, Dad… shit, I don’t know
*Ingesting drugs* – *body falling*
[Bridge: PHresher & Eminem]
I’m at your throat like chloraseptic, ‘septic
And you got strep, I’m too complex with, ‘plex with
This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit
I’m at your throat, I’m feelin’ reckless, reckless, yeah (bitch!)
[Chorus: Alice and the Glass Lake]
I’ve drowned in high from the ashes
Now I can’t recall your laughter
The smoke of everything go grasp
At ends of what’s left over
And the lights in every broken
Blown-out window screaming, laughing
I hope to feel it coursing out
This is our revival
[Verse 4: Skylar Gray]
I’m stumbling, I can’t see straight
And it’s my fault I got this way
I got my hands on something great
And found a way to mess it up
I did my best, I tried to change
But it’s just in my DNA
I got my hands on something great
And found a way to fuck it up again
[Bridge: Eminem & Joan Jett & The Blackhearts]
Said can I take you home, where we can be alone? Or you’re gon’ use the cards you’re dealt
As an excuse for you to not do shit with ’em? Shorty, you the shit, girl, I ordered you to sit
I know you’re probably feelin’ me more than you admit
Pull up a chair, sweetie, let me order you a drink
I only go to meetings court-ordered from a shrink
So from the bottom to the top, floor to ceilin’
You ain’t run of the mill, you’re one in a million
‘Cause real tits are still fun
But everybody knows fake tits are still better than real ones
[Chorus: Alice and the Glass Lake]
I’ve drowned in high from the ashes
Now I can’t recall your laughter
The smoke of everything go grasp
At ends of what’s left over
And the lights in every broken
Blown-out window screaming, laughing
I hope to feel it coursing out
This is our revival
[Bridge: Eminem]
But hey man, I was framed
I know what this looks like, officers
Please just give me one minute
I think I can explain
I ain’t murdered nobody
I know these words are so nutty
But I’m just here to entertain
How come your shirt is so bloody? Use the tools you’re given! [Intro: Eminem]
Yeah, shout to everybody
Who’s been on this trip with me
You don’t have to, agree
But if you feel like me
[Verse 1: Eminem]
Started from the bottom like a snowman
Oh man, put that in your corncob pipe and smoke that
But my battery’s low, I’ma need a boost to my pack
And I know that I always got Proof at my back
I called you “Proof” because I knew for a fact
My ace in the hole, homie, I’m callin’ on you
‘Cause I think I’m slowly startin’ to lose faith in it, so
Give me that apron and mo–
–tivation to go, Hussein with the flow
Fake fans left you two-faced at the show
Let heartbeats loop, produce hate in my soul
Layin’ vocals two days in a row
True statement, hate to go down this road
But there’s only one route to cross this bridge
So I walk in this bitch with loose change
‘Cause all my dues paid, but this booth’s takin’ its toll
But it’s never too late to start a new beginnin’
That goes for you too, so what the fuck you gon’ do? When that dual exhaust is coolin’ off
‘Cause you don’t got nothin’ left to prove at all
‘Cause you done already hit ’em with the coup de grâce
Still you feel the need to go full tilt
That Bruce Willis, that Blue Steel, that true skill
When that wheel’s loose, I won’t lose will
Do you still believe? [Bridge: Ed Sheeran]
I’ve been a liar, been a thief
Been a lover, been a cheat
All my sins need holy water, feel it washing over me
Well, little one, I don’t want to admit to something
If all it’s gonna cause is pain
The truth and my lies now are falling like the rain
So let the river run
[Chorus: Alice and the Glass Lake]
I’ve drowned in high from the ashes
Now I can’t recall your laughter
The smoke of everything go grasp
At ends of what’s left over
And the lights in every broken
Blown-out window screaming, laughing
I hope to feel it coursing out
This is our revival
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Eight-year-old with the wordplay
Girl, take this pole like a survey
Today wasn’t my birthday
But I’m caked up like a dessert tray
So we’re in shape, ’cause you’re in a slurrin’ state
I’m a ten, you’re an eight
Like what I do before, after and durin’ rape! R. Kelly with a full bladder
Non-high school grad, I’m not a scholar
But I’m so cold when I’m droppin’ knowledge
My degrees is the same as I got in college (zero)
But nobody’s hotter, you owe me my respect
I owe you nada like Haloti, partner
Blow me, told you I’m so dirty, homie
You can throw me in some holy water
With some floaties on and get the soap and try to
Get the Pope to hold me while you hose me off
And nope, I won’t be washed
You hope to God I don’t explode
I gotta blow this spot up though, I got a lotta mo’
I won’t put the sugar coating on it though
‘Cause sometimes you can feel like your energy’s expired
Rap’s got you drained, dead tired, zapped
You feel like a wet pile of crap
But look, man, like the feds buggin’ my phone
Uh huh, I get why you’re tapped
But you gotta get your fire back
Catch fire, get upset and fire back
Is what I tell myself when times get bad
‘Cause sometimes I might get sad
But I take the same advice I had
And tell myself like I used to tell Hailie when life’s a drag
Told her to do like her dad: don’t cry, get mad
‘Cause little baby powders belong in diaper bags
I’m hyper, by the time you see this side of me
I’m right in your ass (sodomy!)
Foot up it, I stood up for the kid
Who had to put up with the bullies at his school (at his school)
You ain’t have to have no money
Or go shoppin’ just to cop a fuckin’ attitude (attitude)
Now my dough’s amountin’ to a mountain
It’s rised too high to count it
Never asked to be rich, all I did was wish
I had a dime for every time that I was doubted
But then I think about it, then I’m enraged
‘Cause I just figured out that if I was paid
For the time I spent to put the pen to the page
It’d be minimum wage
But it’s embedded in my head I never
Hunted for the bread and butter
What I wanted was to be the one that they was scared of but
I’m never gonna get the credit for the sweat and blood
I put up in the pen, and when I’m dead I wonder
Will they put me on a pedestal
Or forget I was ever this incredible
I guess I better go harder than ever ’cause
I’ll never get another mothafuckin’ opportunity again
To offend as many people with this I can simply because I can
[Bridge: Beyoncé & Eminem]
I walk on water
But I ain’t no Jesus
I walk on water
But only when it freezes (fuck)
[Chorus: Alice and the Glass Lake]
I’ve drowned in high from the ashes
Now I can’t recall your laughter
The smoke of everything go grasp
At ends of what’s left over
And the lights in every broken
Blown-out window screaming, laughing
I hope to feel it coursing out
This is our revival
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Now if you found these letters, I guess I better try to explain
A lot’s happened in between them since I rised to this fame
I’ve said your name but always tried to hide your face
This game is crazy, I wanted to claim my love for you, but dang
I never knew it’d be like this, if I did I wouldn’t have done it
You ain’t asked for none of this shit, now you’re being punished?! And be made a fool out of when I pull on ’em? You wanna get into a pissin’ contest and find out who’s better? He’s
Got nothin’ to do with me
I’m almost certain I was framed
[Outro: Eminem & Mark Wahlberg]
On the ones and twos, to three or four in the mornin’
Rick’s on the cut like Neosporin (Girls!)
He’s mixin’ it up for me and Lauren
A teddy like short for Theodore
We’re outtie, five thousand
I wanna fuck, it’s my big dick
So everybody get ready fucking now! I used to play the loser/victim
‘Til I saw the way Proof was driven
I found my vehicle and I haven’t ran out of gas yet
And when they stacked decks, turn handicaps into assets
Fanny packs, hourglasses
If time was on my side, I’d still have none to waste
Man, in my younger days
That dream was so much fun to chase
It’s like I’d run in place
While this shit dangled in front of my face
But how do you keep up the pace
And the hunger pangs once you’ve won the race? There’s a missing person, so what?

Madison Beer – Grumpy zom-b Lyrics

I like to hang out with Sarah
I like to kick back with Jenny
But when left alone
My mind turns straight to bloods
Oh oh oh! Do I love bloods more than zombies? Do I love bloods more than zombies? Do I love bloods more than zombies? Do I love bloods more than zombies? I like to use words like ‘awesome,’
I like to use words like ‘victory.’
I like to use words about zombies
But when I stop my talking
My mind turns straight to bloods
Oh oh oh! I’m not too fond of kathleen
I really hate nasty boys
But I just think back to bloods
And I’m happy once again
Oh oh oh! Do I love bloods more than zombies? I get on with life as a engineer
I’m a grumpy kinda person
I like train spotting on Sundays
I like racing snails in the week
I like to contemplate zombies
But when I start to daydream
My mind turns straight to bloods
Oh oh oh! Do I love bloods more than zombies?

Pussy Riot, Dave Sitek – Bad apples

You thought that I just made this for the club
No way! I’ve got this microphone to wake you up
and say that I can do just what they want right here
Today
and I don’t hear those sirens anyway
OK
Dumb fools, drunk of power
Dirty thieves, tiny covers
You wouldn’t act like this in front of your kids
No
You wouldn’t act like kids in front of your kids
No
You say that you don’t like my attitude
It’s true
I’ve made it just for me
and not for you, boo-hoo
You can cry until your face turns blue
You knew that I would be the one to watch you lose
Woo-hoo
Your back’s against the wall , you do to do
I would run again if I were you
We always stick together like a glue, it’s true
that are many more of us than you
Dumb fools, drunk of power
Dirty thieves, tiny covers
You wouldn’t act like this in front of your kids
No
You wouldn’t act like kids in front of your kids
No
Bad apples are good for something
When they’re six feet underground
(x2)
Killer cops, lock them up
The [?] machine just lock it out
All this fun, let’s lock it up
The rest of us have had enough
Hatred lock it up
Copulism lock it up
Fuck corruption lock it up
Enough
Bad apples are good for something
When they’re six feet underground
(x2)
Don’t need no bad apples
Nah-aah aah ah
Won’t need those bad apples
Nah-aah aah ah
(x3) Drop! Bass!

J Alvarez – Esa Boquita (Remix) (Zion & Lennox)

(oh-oh-ohh-oh-oh)
Zion y Lennox
And Lennoo’
Young Boss Entertainment
Y esa boquita, ma’
Eliot Feliciano (oh-oh-ohh-oh-oh)
J Alvarez
El Mago De Oz (oh-oh-ohh-oh-oh)
Zion y Lennox
Zidiri
Sheeno "el sensei" (cuando mueves tu cuerpo tú tienes talento)
Baby Records
The official remix, baby
You know (you know, you know) [Intro: J Alvarez, Zion,Lennox]
Mamacita
Hey yo’
La Z y la L
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
De la gente
Con J Alvarez
This is the remix
Dímelo Lennox (ahh)
[Puente: Zion, J Alvarez]
Ella, tan sensual (¡Zion baby!)
Tan sola (a-ha)
A dónde vas (come on!)
[Pre-Coro: J Alvarez]
Me tienes cautivao’
Loco y desesperao’
Pierdo la calma cuando tú camina’
Me tienes descontrolao’
[Coro: J Alvarez, Zion, Lennox]
(This is the remix!)
Esa boquita me mata (¡zúmbale!)
Tu movimiento me atrapa
Quiero escaparme contigo
A donde no hayan testigo’ (ohh)
Esa boquita me mata
Tu movimiento me atrapa
Baby, yo quiero contigo
Lo que no hacen los amigos
Tú tiene’ talento, ma’
[Puente: J Alvarez]
Oh-oh-ohh-oh-oh, yeeh
Oh-oh-ohh-oh-oh, bebé
Cuando mueve’ tu cuerpo tú tiene’ talento
Oh-oh-ohh-oh-oh, ieeh
Oh-oh-ohh-oh-oh, bebé
Cuando mueve’ tu cuerpo tú tiene’ talento
[Verso 1: Zion, Lennox]
Dime qué necesitas para estar mejor (¡zú!)
Por esa boquita pide (¡zú!)
No te arrepentirás, no será un error
Rezarás que no te olvide
Movimientos que vuelven adicto (¡zú!)
Al que prueba un poco de su aire (yeh!)
Y en su boca, boquita es veneno
Que te pone a viajar sin freno, uoohh
¡Zion, baby! [Coro: J Alvarez, Zion, Lennox]
Esa boquita me mata
Tu movimiento me atrapa (mamacita)
Quiero escaparme contigo (ha, ha)
A donde no hayan testigo’ (ooh)
Baby yo quiero contigo, lo que no hacen los amigos (haha)
Tú tienes talento, ma’ (¡zú!)
Esa boquita me mata
Tu movimiento me atrapa (mamacita)
Baby yo quiero contigo
Lo que no hacen los amigos (la Z y la L)
Tú tienes talento, ma’ (¡ayyy!)
[Verso 2: Lennox]
Mamacita, señorita
No te me hagas la santa
Ven y dame tu boquita
Me mata, tu cinturita
No dejes pa’ mañana
Lo que puede’ hacer ahorita
Ven, ven, aruñame mi gata
Dame tus besos que arrebatan (¡rraa!)
Este fue conexión inmediata
Esa boquita me mata
[Puente: J Alvarez, Zion]
¡Dile Jay! Oh-oh-ohh-oh-oh, yeeh
Oh-oh-ohh-oh-oh, bebé
Cuando mueve’ tu cuerpo tú tiene’ talento
Oh-oh-ohh-oh-oh, ieeh
Oh-oh-ohh-oh-oh, bebé
Cuando mueve’ tu cuerpo tú tienes talento
[Coro: J Alvarez, Zion]
Esa boquita me mata
Tu movimiento me atrapa
Quiero escaparme contigo
A donde no hayan testigo’ (ooh)
Esa boquita me mata
Tu movimiento me atrapa
Baby yo quiero contigo
Lo que no hacen los amigos, ohh
[Outro: J Alvarez, Zion, Lennox]
La fama que camina (oh-oh-ohh-oh-oh)
¡Zion baby!

2 Chainz & Skooly – Go Get You Some Money

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Young nigga gon’ stand in the field
Young nigga gon’ get him some money
Young nigga gon’ threaten to kill
Young nigga gon’ get him some money
Young nigga gon’ tote him a draco
Young nigga gon’ get him some money
Young nigga gon’ shoot when I say so
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga gon’ get him some money
Young nigga gon’ feed your fam
Shit, young nigga ain’t tryna be hungry
Young nigga you doin’ a hundred
You doin’ it for your mama, yeah
Doin’ this here for Drama, here
Condoms in Bahamas, yeah
Chopsticks in Katana, yeah
Shirt Dolce Gabanna, yeah
I play track and field, yeah
Run the whole summer
I’m a rapper with a jumper, yeah
I came from the jungle, yeah
Grams in the fender, yeah
Fans in the window, yeah
[Verse 2: Skooly]
Concrete my features
One peep, I’ll eat you
Peacoat look like Reeses
Ridin’ round in a Tee-sla
Oops, damn I mean Tesla
I can be a little extra
I came in with the extras
I’m goin’ big in my section
No attention to the pressure
My whole diet log different
My shit wet, watch the leak from it (drip)
You won’t get it how I’m givin’ it
Jimmy dies in the whip though
Shit done got dry, need to rerim it
Martin Luther King with the wordplay
Power mixed with the defense
[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you a bag
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga don’t go out sad
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go feed your family
Young nigga ain’t tryna be hungry
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you a bag
Young nigga go get you some money, uh
[Verse 3: Skooly]
Uh, I’m back bitch, quite fantastic
Really got a bag in, really need a bad bitch
I ain’t really average, young on that savage shit
Bitch I just got the new Jag and I’m bein’ classy
Watch where you ash your shit, huh
I brought my mans out, huh
He brought the bags out, huh
I brought your bitch with me, huh
And she brought that ass out, huh
And they can’t do shit with me, huh
Them niggas asked out, huh
Can’t even speak with me, huh
I brought them stands out
I was helpin’ my mans out, you was up in the damn house
They wonder how brother was gettin’ them yams out
It was up in the damn couch
They cut off the lights, they cut all the fans out
We got up and we ranned out
I really was broke, I was damn down
I couldn’t even go to my fan house, shit
[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you a bag
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga don’t go out sad
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go feed your family
Young nigga ain’t tryna be hungry
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you a bag
Young nigga go get you some money, uh
[Outro: Skooly]
Uh, go get it, uh, go get it
Uh, go get it, uh, go get it
Yeah, uh-oh
Yeah, go get it
Go, go, go get it
Yeah, go get it
Ah-ah-ah, right now
Ah, come on
Go, go

Kid Ink – Buck Wild

I go porno with the check, ayy
Roll that motorboat, got that chicken with the breast
Sitting on them hills, I [??] up, don’t need no telly (no)
Seen your big ol’ ass but that waist is like [??] (woah)
Tell me what’s the charge like car, like I’m Nelly
Party in my pants, turn that fetty to confetti (woah)
Fuck it up, duck if you bug (woah)
They lie enough, in funds I trust
Niggas hopped up in my lane, I just switch up in and adjust
Hit the button, leave the dust
Baby, know I’m in a rush to see you
[Hook]
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, bust it down
Buck & Wild, yeah, that’s my style, yeah
Fuck it up, fuck it up
[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, off the fly, screaming fuck the other side
Don’t be sly, get you high, I got all of the supplies
Can’t deny where I’m from, L.A. Sean Brown
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I brought the gang with us
[Hook]
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, bust it down
Buck & Wild, yeah, that’s my style, yeah
Fuck it up, fuck it up
[Verse 1]
Fuck it, fuck it up
Puffing out your chest (yeah)
Stretched to the [??]
Baby working out and flex
Why we fuck it, fuck it up? [Intro]
Mr. city I [??]
No surprise, feel like Pac and twist my fingers in a knot
Hold it, hold it down, I’m it fuck around and drown, yeah
Chuck stay around, got the hammer, fix your frown, yeah
Niggas swear they it, yeah, you look just like a clown
Say, my name and that money hold weight
Pound cake
Fuck shit up, forty-two, she flush
Rock and [??], stuff
With that Mac for [??]
Tell her back it up, repeat-peat while I’m pulling on her feefi
Going ape shit like [??], watch them hunnids go Hoodini, yeah
[Hook]
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, bust it down
Buck & Wild, yeah, that’s my style, yeah
Fuck it up, fuck it up

Kodak Black – Believe This Shit

[Intro]
Aye I don’t pour that liquor on the floor, I pour it down the drain
Down the sink for my dawgs who in hell and who in jail to drink
You feel me? Nah mean, nah sayin’
Nah talm’ ’bout
[Chorus]
I ain’t gonna lie I ain’t never thought it could be like this yea
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even believe in me back then yea
My people who in hell wish you could see this shit yea
I give it all up to try it again so y’all could see this shit yea
I ain’t gonna lie I ain’t never thought it could be like this yea
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even believe in me back then yea
My people who in hell wish you could see this shit yea
I give it all up to try it again so y’all could see this shit
[Verse 1]
Never thought I could make it out the PJ’s
I was just robbin’ with DJ
Shout out to my niggas who in hell right now
And to my dawgs who ain’t got release days
I was doin’ fraud way in D.C
I was doin’ fraud way in Chesapeake
Ain’t nobody wonder about my CD
I was breakin’ and enterin’ B and E
Mama always see me on TV
Cause I hit the news, I was 15
Now she can see me on VH1
Shit ain’t a game, this shit ain’t fun
To all the kids who look up to me
Shit ain’t a game, this shit ain’t fun
Niggas want beef we serve they lunch
We been on the run like six to eight months
[Chorus]
I ain’t gonna lie I ain’t never thought it could be like this yea
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even believe in me back then yea
My people who in hell wish you could see this shit yea
I give it all up to try it again so y’all could see this shit yea
I ain’t gonna lie I ain’t never thought it could be like this yea
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even believe in me back then yea
My people who in hell wish you could see this shit yea
I give it all up to try it again so y’all could see this shit
[Verse 2]
Kickin’ in doors, Me, Moopa, and Lil’ Wiz
They just pick my dawg up for attempt
They just pick my dawg up for a murder one
My dawg got killed while I was doin’ a bid
We just talked a day before the shit
And he wanted to talk to me again
And now I never know what he wanted to say to me
If I say my dawg in Heaven that would be make believe
I know my grandma made it in Heaven say her grace for me
Now I’m gettin’ all this cake, I could open a backery
[Chorus]
I ain’t gonna lie I ain’t never thought it could be like this yea
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even believe in me back then yea
My people who in hell wish you could see this shit yea
I give it all up to try it again so y’all could see this shit yea
I ain’t gonna lie I ain’t never thought it could be like this yea
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even believe in me back then yea
My people who in hell wish you could see this shit yea
I give it all up to try it again so y’all could see this shit

Rob Markman – Believe Me

[Intro]
Man, I been moving so fast lately
I just had to get my thoughts out man
I ain’t talk to you in forever
But I got you though man
Shit gonna get better kid, trust
[Verse 1]
What up kid, I know you don’t know who this is
But I took the time to write, so I’m hopin’ you get it
Only time will ever tell if you opened and read it
But if I know you like I do, I won’t even sweat it
You probably up in your room, vibin’ to Nas
Wishin’ for your time, missin’ your mom
Prayin’, hopin’ God will give you a sign
Your brother doin’ his time, dawg he’s doin’ just fine
He gonna get out soon, everything will be cool
He gonna make a few moves, get a house with a pool
And that girl in your school, the one that you got a crush on
She like you too, try not to put a rush on
You wanna get your Puff on, please don’t stop
Thought I told you that we won’t stop (eh, eh, eh, eh)
Don’t ever let ’em tell you what you can’t do
Even when it seems like the world don’t understand you
[Chorus]
It seems that these dreams, they won’t ever come true
Believe me they do
Sometimes you wanna give it up, don’t know what else to do
Yeah, I been there too
They say seein’ is believin’ so you need a few clues
OK, I’m sendin’ you proof
I know it seems that these dreams, they don’t ever come true
Believe me they do
[Verse 2]
You wrote your first raps, everybody laughed
Man fuck ’em all, get in your bag
Oh that’s new slang, I’ll put you on later
Just promise you’ll keep goin’ do me that favor
You gonna rock Barclays, but you don’t know what that is
Imagine MSG, a couple blocks from the crib
Boy, that’s 18,000
Two weeks after droppin’ your album
It’s hard to see the logic in that
All the fans goin’ crazy and your mom in the back
Your fam in the crowd, they all got to see it
Man you gave ’em somethin’ to believe in
You been writin’ like hell, it’s gonna get you to heaven
Oh yeah, they played your record up on Hot 97
You know DJ Enuff, he DJs for BIG
Speakin’ of BIG, hol’ up forget it
[Chorus]
It seems that these dreams, they won’t ever come true
Believe me they do
Sometimes you wanna give it up, don’t know what else to do
Yeah, I been there too
They say seein’ is believin’ so you need a few clues
OK, I’m sendin’ you proof
I know it seems that these dreams, they don’t ever come true
Believe me they do
[Outro]
Whatever you do man
Just don’t give up on that dream man
It’s gonna get crazy
They gonna tell you, you can’t do it
I’m tellin’ you right now everything is possible
EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE

Popcaan – Weed Settingz

Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Yeah! Josh rub out piece a leaf
Mi nuh like nuh lighter thief
Get yuh own lighter please or low
Smoking and guh sleep
Ganja inna mi high zone
Tun up inna my dome suh mi love the weed
Like how squid love her iPhone
Mi nuh care if police wha run up inna my home
Money deh deh nuff fi di Squaddy
Dem Carry home
Ohh yeah! [Verse 1]
Spliff bigger than a giant
Hotter than di muffler from a Galant
Mi nuh give a fuck about nuh warrant
High grade mek mi pleasant
Mi nuh run pan a tenant
Likkle more she tun into a client
Woyy! Frass out, man Frass out, man frass out
Big ganja spliff mek mi knock out
Lift up the Ar fifteen mi clap out
Suh mi feel good when mi see weed a wrap
Ohh yeah! [Intro]
High grade mi hook like treble
Badman nuh bun weed pebble
Blem it with di hot leaf weh hotter dan kettle
Laaad, cease and settle
[Bridge]
High up deh, high up deh, high! [Chorus]
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Yeah! [Chorus]
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Yeah! [Chorus]
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Yeah! Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Yeah! [Bridge]
High up deh, high up deh, high! High like Empress dubai
Coke head a wah that yuh try
Dash weh yuh money yo a shit
Yuh guh buy! Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Yeah! Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Yeah! [Chrous]
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Yeah! [Verse 1]
Spliff bigger than a giant
Hotter than di muffler from a Galant
Mi nuh give a fuck nuh warrant
High grade mek mi pleasant
Mi nuh run pan a tenant
Likkle most she tun into a client
Woyy! Frass out, man Frass out, man frass out
Big ganja spliff mek mi knock out
Lift up the Ar fifteen mi clap out
Suh mi feel good when mi see weed a wrap
Ohh yeah! Josh rub out piece a leaf
Mi nuh like nuh lighter theif
Get yuh own lighter please or low
Smoking and guh sleep
Ganja inna mi high zone
Tun up inna my dome suh mi love the weed
Like how squid love her iphone
Mi nuh care if police wha run up inna my home
Money deh deh nuff fi di Squaddy
Dem Carry home
Ohh yeah! High like Empress dubai
Coke head a wah that yuh try
Dash weh yuh money yo a shit
Yuh guh buy!

Buddy – Black (feat. A$AP Ferg)

[Intro: Buddy]
Black
Black, black, black
Black on black, black
Yeah, hey, okay
[Chorus: Buddy]
Black, black, black
Black on black
Black my thoughts so black
Black, black on black
My skin is so black, I’m rocking that black on black
It’s black
Black rims on these black wheels
In this black whip with this black bitch
I’m so black on black on black on black on black
Black, black, black
Black on black
Black my thoughts so black
Black, black on black
My skin is so black, I’m rocking all black
Everything is black
Black rims on these black wheels
In this black whip with this black bitch
I’m so black on black on black on black on black
[Verse 1: Buddy]
Aye, black out the coupe
Hop out the roof when I run into you
Thoughts black as the dark side of the moon
Won’t be no truce, won’t be no truce
At your funeral in an all black suit
Couple white girls rocking all black too
Million men march in the all black boots
Call up the troops, call up the troops
Punch you in the mouth, then knock out your tooth
I can tell when they not tellin’ the truth
Talkin’ that shit, nigga what you gon’ do
What you gon’ do? Newton
Black Revolution
I’m with a Nubian Queen and some illegal aliens
I got a black fist balled up and it ain’t just me, it’s all us
Four hundred years of oppression
I’m about to get me that black Tesla
Black Skid marks on the pavement
Cops wanna see me in a black cage
Black on black on black
Master Juba with the tap dance
Gucci with the Dapper Dan
Tell ’em, "Kiss my black ass"
Ridin’ on the dyno with black mags
Just another black man tryin’ stay up out the casket
Black don’t crack
Matter fact, where the fuck our forty acres at? What you gon’ do? Back and I’m black and I’m acting brand new
Niggas in the back like, "Oh word"
Diamonds all black like, "Fuck what ya heard"
Fuck what ya heard, fuck what ya heard
Spillin’ some Hennessy Black on the curb
This for the memory of the deceased
When I black out, I awaken the beast
What it’s gon’ be? What it’s gon’ be? [Chorus: Buddy]
Black, black, black
Black on black
Black my thoughts so black
Black, black on black
My skin is so black, I’m rocking that black on black
It’s black
Black rims on these black wheels
In this black whip with this black bitch
I’m so black on black on black on black on black
Black, black, black
Black on black
Black my thoughts so black
Black, black on black
My skin is so black, I’m rocking all black
Everything is black
Black rims on these black wheels
In this black whip with this black bitch
I’m so black on black on black on black on black
[Verse 3: A$AP Ferg]
This kid black Timbs black
Kill tracks like I’m six black (Black ass nigga!)
Hair blacker than black lips black
Even my dick black
Grandad Irish Trinidad
Guess I am half (Black ass nigga!)
I gotta go to Ancestry com
I think I’m ’bout to black
All the police ain’t about the black
He still a pig even though he black
Willie got a lynch head in that
If you black you dead in that
Strange fruit hang from a tree
On the leaves is rad and that
Do it right like a Garveyite
Africa, I’m heading back
Niggas in the street black on black
Kill him with the heat (Blat, blat, blat)
Cut off his feet (put em in the shackle)
Mansa Musa been had the cash
Mix blacks to dilute blacks
Don’t want blacks to produce blacks
Take black and they boot that
Orange is the new black
[Chorus: Buddy]
Black, black, black
Black on black
Black my thoughts so black
Black, black on black
My skin is so black, I’m rocking that black on black
It’s black
Black rims on these black wheels
In this black whip with this black bitch
I’m so black on black on black on black on black
Black, black, black
Black on black
Black my thoughts so black
Black, black on black
My skin is so black, I’m rocking all black
Everything is black
Black rims on these black wheels
In this black whip with this black bitch
I’m so black on black on black on black on black
[Outro: Buddy]
Black, black, black, black, black… You don’t wanna fuck with a nigga like me
Bet you never seen a mothafucka so black
Nigga, I’m black on black on black on black
[Chorus: Buddy]
Black, black, black
Black on black
Black my thoughts so black
Black, black on black
My skin is so black, I’m rocking that black on black
It’s black
Black rims on these black wheels
In this black whip with this black bitch
I’m so black on black on black on black on black
Black, black, black
Black on black
Black my thoughts so black
Black, black on black
My skin is so black, I’m rocking all black
Everything is black
Black rims on these black wheels
In this black whip with this black bitch
I’m so black on black on black on black on black
[Verse 2: Buddy]
I feel like Trayvon with this black hoodie on
Huey P.

Safaree – Hunnid

I couldn’t afford this, now all the checks are enormous
I came from New York bitch, next stop is the Forbes List
Now I pull up in spaceships, damn I should’ve recorded
[Pre-Chorus]
Rob me you get two with the same damn nine
I hit you and hit you in the same damn crime
All that fake shit not approved so you’re peaceful to crime
I put screws in your head, now your name Frankenstein, let’s get it
[Chorus]
Hundred on, hundred on this (on this, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on whip (on whip, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on that (on that, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on wrist (on wrist, drip)
Drip drip, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish
Hundred on, hundred on this (on this, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on whip (on whip, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on that (on that, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on wrist (on wrist, drip)
Drip drip, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish
[Verse 2]
Popped out, I’m in
This real, diamonds
Flossy (oh), shinin’ (oh)
Your mans, lyin’ (strip)
You rockin’ them Cubiks, what the fuck is you talkin’ ’bout? [Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Let’s get it
[Chorus]
Hundred on, hundred on this (on this, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on whip (on whip, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on that (on that, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on wrist (on wrist, drip)
Drip drip, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish
Hundred on, hundred on this (on this, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on whip (on whip, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on that (on that, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on wrist (on wrist, drip)
Drip drip, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish
[Verse 1]
Pull up, pop out
Roof up, top down
Windows, tinted
Skrrt skrrt, out now (skrrt)
Now I’m more icy, now them folks tryna bite me (whoa)
And my fist is too pricy, killin’ them, where the ivy? (oh)
Look at they face, what a disgrace
I know they just mad ’cause they not at my pace
I need to buy crates, I need me a Wraith
My neck lookin’ like it’s the roof of the Wraith
That’s all ice, now your bitch wanna skate
Yeah that’s my side bitch and yeah that’s your bae
Pull off to your bakery, I need my cake
Don’t be talkin’ that shit ’cause I know where you stay
My diamonds a faucet drippin’, you know what this cost bitch? (huh?)
My wrist is like water, and they hopin’ I drain it out (woo woo)
You niggas be frontin’, ain’t about nothin’
Get him a pump ’cause he huffin’ and puffin’
Making me hurl, I’m so sick to my stomach
No track and field but you know that I run it
Find a hater, point him out (where?)
Another hater, get him out (where?)
Third hater, hit him out (where?)
Fourth hater, kick him out
You ain’t live, you ain’t valid
You ain’t winnin’, you ain’t Khaled
Someone go tell Charlemagne this a hit with a mallet
You ain’t live, you ain’t valid
You ain’t winnin’, you ain’t Khaled
Could’ve did this with Onika, this a hit with a mallet
[Pre-Chorus]
Rob me you get two with the same damn nine
I hit you and hit you in the same damn crime
All that fake shit not approved so you’re peaceful to crime
I put screws in your head, now your name Frankenstein, let’s get it
[Chorus]
Hundred on, hundred on this (on this, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on whip (on whip, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on that (on that, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on wrist (on wrist, drip)
Drip drip, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish
Hundred on, hundred on this (on this, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on whip (on whip, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on that (on that, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on wrist (on wrist, drip)
Drip drip, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish

Jeremih – Forever I’m Ready

She had me on the first look
I don’t think I call this love
Why every time we get up
Doggy style, make her call me daddy
This ain’t puppy love
Think you playing with the trip
I got it, ain’t tricking
Plenty champagne to sup
Diamond in, we skinny dip
Know you down to play some games
Girl, you in? Fucked her on the plane and made a number one hit
[Pre-Chorus]
That body language, no discussion
The way she move like she fucking
Backwoods full of musty
Deep pockets, you can’t touch them
She a bad girl, my RiRi
I’m a bad boy like Puffy
She the business and I mind my business
Keep my mind on you, bae, like it’s nothing, oh
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, I guess I’m for you, baby
I’m holding onto you, lady
Told you I’m different
Don’t you act distant
Forever I’m ready, yeah
Yeah, yeah, I guess I’m for you, baby
I’m holding onto you, lady
Told you I’m different
Don’t you act distant
Forever I’m ready, yeah
[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah, I guess I’m for you, baby
I’m holding onto you, lady
Told you I’m different
Don’t you act distant
Forever I’m ready, yeah
Yeah, yeah, I guess I’m for you, baby
I’m holding onto you, lady
Told you I’m different
Don’t you act distant
Forever I’m ready, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
That body language, no discussion
The way she move like she fucking
Backwoods full of musty
Deep pockets, you can’t touch them
She a bad girl, my RiRi
I’m a bad boy like Puffy
She the business and I mind my business
Keep my mind on you, bae, like it’s nothing, oh
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, I guess I’m for you, baby
I’m holding onto you, lady
Told you I’m different
Don’t you act distant
Forever I’m ready, yeah
Yeah, yeah, I guess I’m for you, baby
I’m holding onto you, lady
Told you I’m different
Don’t you act distant
Forever I’m ready, yeah [Verse 1]
Dirty cup of H-Town, take a sip, baby
Only you that I’m thinking on the day-to-day
All my life, yeah, it’s always been fucking pay me
Diamonds dancing on my wrist like Lisa Ray
Players club, now we balling how we supposed to
Graduated to the ‘rari, kept the old school
I done ran through new paper, girl, that’s old news
Fucking on the pool table, all we broke was rules
[Pre-Chorus]
That body language, no discussion
The way she move like she fucking
Backwoods full of musty
Deep pockets, you can’t touch them
She a bad girl, my RiRi
I’m a bad boy like Puffy
She the business and I mind my business
Keep my mind on you, bae, like it’s nothing, oh
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, I guess I’m for you, baby
I’m holding onto you, lady
Told you I’m different
Don’t you act distant
Forever I’m ready, yeah
Yeah, yeah, I guess I’m for you, baby
I’m holding onto you, lady
Told you I’m different
Don’t you act distant
Forever I’m ready, yeah
[Verse 2]
And I can boost up in the truck
Why we always turning up?

Calum Scott & Leona Lewis – You Are The Reason

[Verse 1: Calum Scott]
There goes my heart beating
Cause you are the reason
I’m losing my sleep
Please come back now
[Verse 2: Leona Lewis]
There goes my mind racing
And you are the reason
That I’m still breathing
I’m hopeless now
[Chorus: Calum Scott, Leona Lewis & Both]
I’d climb every mountain
And swim every ocean
Just to be with you
And fix what I’ve broken
Oh, cause I need you to see
That you are the reason
[Verse 3: Leona Lewis]
There goes my hands shaking
And you are the reason
My heart keeps bleeding
I need you now oh
[Verse 4: Calum Scott and Leona Lewis & Both]
If I could turn back the clock
I’d make sure the light defeated the dark
I’d spend every hour, of every day oh
Keeping you safe oh
[Chorus: Calum Scott, Leona Lewis & Both]
I’d climb every mountain
And swim every ocean
Just to be with you
And fix what I’ve broken
Oh, cause I need you to see
That you are the reason
[Bridge: Calum Scott & Leona Lewis]
I don’t want to fight no more
I don’t want to hide no more
You are
I don’t want to cry no more come back, I need you to hold me
That you are the reason
A little closer now, just a little closer now
Come a little closer, I need you to hold me tonight
[Outro: Calum Scott, Leona Lewis & Both]
I’d climb every mountain
And swim every ocean
Just to be with you
And fix what I’ve broken
Cause I need you to see
That you are the reason