Giggs – Beatbreakin Lyrics

Real grindy on the streets
[?]
[Verse 1: Joe Grind]
Grind (No)
You couldn’t really tell this is a phone ting
Spare No-1 shit (Spare)
Yeah this is real hard (Hard)
Niggas bust guns (Bow)
Fuck them little lighters, I wanna see flames (Flames)
‘Cause, this will make a nigga, wheel up and come again (Shit)
Grind is the name, blud I didn’t have to say that (Nah)
Look, at my ring, and my jacket, and my Grind hat
Boxers with pockets, real niggas wouldn’t mind that (Trust)
Put your tings in them, and the feds won’t find that
Got caught slipping, if I do, then I’m peace (Peace)
‘Cause the feds can’t touch Giggs, they’re trying shit on me (Me)
I’m just tryna make P’s (P’s)
I start a little buis, stack a bit, then the shit turns 300 degrees (Celsius)
I had a J-O-B (B)
My boss is pissed ’cause I was making money on the side, he’s a D-I-C (Hey)
But that won’t stop me (Nah)
I make my grind yeah, all my haters look look
Watch me make few cheese (Here)
[Chorus: Joe Grind]
This is dirty disgusting, breath holding breath taking
This is normal, it’s nothing
Spare No-1 be [?] (Trust)
Spare No (Spare)
This is Spare No (Spare)
This is Spare No (Spare, Spare, No, No, 1)
This is dirty disgusting, breath holding breath taking
This is normal, it’s nothing
Spare No-1 be [?] (Trust)
This is Spare No (Spare)
This is Spare No (Spare)
This is Spare No (Spare, Spare, No, No, 1)
[Verse 2: Giggs]
I once stacked an elastic band (Bands)
I’m up early with the cocaine scales and the plastic bags (Plastic)
Smash out coke (Coke), grab that dough (Dough)
That should be the definition of a smash and grab
The amount of times I’ve had to clap at fags (Fags)
But it’s either that or I can wait ’til my back gets stabbed
Somebodies snitching, I ain’t acting bad (Nah)
But the shit imma, when I catch that fag
Niggas don’t want me fucking mad (Nah)
Because that’s when I’ll go oldschool
Rolling with my straps in cabs (Straps in cabs)
.23 straps and mags (Straps and mags)
And you can go to [?] and tell your family [?], pack them bags
They say they’ve never heard of trap this bag (Bag)
[?] gave me the beater, grabbed the pen, and I smashed that pad
My son don’t even know it yet but when he’s talking to me
He’s looking at a smash hit dad
[Chorus: Joe Grind]
This is dirty disgusting, breath holding breath taking
This is normal, it’s nothing
Spare No-1 be [?] (Trust)
Spare No (Spare)
This is Spare No (Spare)
This is Spare No (Spare, Spare, No, No, 1)
This is dirty disgusting, breath holding breath taking
This is normal, it’s nothing
Spare No-1 be [?] (Trust)
This is Spare No (Spare)
This is Spare No (Spare)
This is Spare No (Spare, Spare, No, No, 1) [Intro: Joe Grind]
I been canned full [?] of hard bars [?], you get me?

Flying Lotus – Ain’t No Coming Back Lyrics

The world cracks wide the fuck open
Swallowing you and your homies whole
Whole notes, holistic remedies, the whole kit and kaboodle
It is holier than thou
Digested by the earth, I’ve been jailed in the essence
Bewitched, imprisoned, disappear in the black expanse
[Chorus]
Your god is from the underground
So when you pray, you can now fuck around
No one will ever save you
Once your dead, then your dead
There is no coming back
Your god is from the underground
So when you pray, you can now fuck around
No one will ever save you
Once your dead, then your dead
There is no coming back
[Verse 2]
Grounded, yeah I’ve been grounded
Angelic limbs in flight taxidermied into coat hangers
My son asked me if we would live
My son truthfully asked me if we would live
Carbonite breakfast cereals with a cyanide taste profile
Leaving little room for imagination
Either that or nothing but room for imagination
Come to the temple of the intergalactic high command
To distract from your tomb, to distract from your tomb
Awash in afterworld reasoning and hood magic, made into metaphysics
Comb-straight, as streets crumble and bones break
As streets crumble and bones break
It’s mixing ash with blood, as the hell is normalized
Welcome to Los Angeles, motherfucker! [Chorus]
Your god is from the underground
So when you pray, you can now fuck around
No one will ever save you
Once your dead, then your dead
There is no coming back [Chorus: Busdriver]
Your god is from the underground
So when you pray, you can now fuck around
No one will ever save you
Once your dead, then your dead
There is no coming back
Your god is from the underground
So when you pray, you can now fuck around
No one will ever save you
Once your dead, then your dead
There is no coming back
[Verse 1: Busdriver]
News flash!

Ava Max – Sweet But Psycho lyrics

Oh, she’s sweet but a psycho
A little bit psycho
At night she’s screamin’
“I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind”
Oh, she’s hot but a psycho
So left but she’s right though
At night she’s screamin’
“I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind”
She’ll make you curse, but she a blessing
She’ll rip your shirt within a second
You’ll be coming back, back for seconds
With your plate, you just can’t help it
No, no
You’ll play alo-o-ong
Let her lead you o-o-on
You’ll be saying “No, no”
Then saying “Yes, yes, yes”
‘Cause she messin’ with your head
Oh, she’s sweet but a psycho
A little bit psycho
At night she’s screamin’
“I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind”
Oh, she’s hot but a psycho
So left but she’s right though
At night she’s screamin’
“I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind”
Grab a cop gun kinda crazy
She’s poison but tasty
Yeah, people say “Run, don’t walk away”
‘Cause she’s sweet but a psycho
A little bit psycho
At night she screamin’
“I’m out, out my, out my mind”
See, someone said, don’t drink her potions
She’ll kiss your neck with no emotion
When she’s mean, you know you love it
She tastes so sweet, don’t sugar coat it
No, no
You’ll play alo-o-ong
Let her lead you o-o-on
You’ll be saying “No (no, no, no), no (no)”
Then saying “Yes, yes, yes”
‘Cause she messin’ with your head
Oh, she’s sweet but a psycho
A little bit psycho
At night she’s screamin’
“I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind”
Oh, she’s hot but a psycho
So left but she’s right though
At night she’s screamin’
“I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind”
Grab a cop gun kinda crazy
She’s poison but tasty
Yeah, people say “Run, don’t walk away”
‘Cause she’s sweet but a psycho
A little bit psycho
At night she’s screamin’
“I’m out, out my, out my mind”
You’re just like me, you’re out your mind
I know it’s strange, we’re both the crazy kind
You’re tellin’ me that I’m insane
Boy, don’t pretend that you don’t love the pain
Oh, she’s sweet but a psycho
A little bit psycho
At night she’s screamin’
“I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind”
Oh, she’s hot but a psycho
So left but she’s right though
At night she’s screamin’
“I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind”
Grab a cop gun kinda crazy
She’s poison but tasty
Yeah, people say “Run, don’t walk away”
‘Cause she’s sweet but a psycho
A little bit psycho
At night she’s screamin’
“I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind”

Lin-Manuel Miranda – Cheering For Me Now Lyrics

Today we’re a country
Let’s see how that goes
[Verse 2]
Upstate doesn’t trust us
They’re safe in their sameness
They’re scared of what’s strange
But each corner means change
Here in New York
Where else can you wander
And hear every language
We fight like a marriage
Then share the same carriage
We suffer the weather
We bind and we tether
This nation together
[Verse 3]
I’m just getting started
And time’s of the essence
I can’t say I’ve made it
But I’d never trade it
They’ve thrown a parade
Ha! [Intro]
So they’re cheering for me now
In the streets, hear them cheering for me now
Right up Broadway, they’re cheering for me now
And one day, all the enemies I’ve made might hold their own parade
But not today
[Verse 1]
I came here with nothing
Like hundreds before me
And millions behind me
You know you can find me in New York
Where everyone’s different
But share the same island
Polluted and loud
But you’re safe in the crowd
Here in New York
[Bridge]
Today it’s my city
Tomorrow, who knows? In my New York
[Outro]
Cheering for me now
Can you hear them cheering for me now

Billie Eilish – ​​come out and play Lyrics

[Intro]
Hmm, hmm
[Verse]
Wake up and smell the coffee
Is your cup half full or empty? When we talk, you say it softly
But I love it when you’re awfully quiet, quiet
[Pre-Chorus]
You see a piece of paper
Could be a little greater
Show me what you could make her
You’ll never know until you try it
You don’t have to keep it quiet
[Chorus]
And I know it makes you nervous
But I promise you, it’s worth it
To show ’em everything you kept inside
Don’t hide, don’t hide
Too shy to say, but I hope you stay
Don’t hide away
Come out and play
[Bridge]
Look up, out of your window
See snow, won’t let it in though
Leave home, feel the wind blow
‘Cause it’s colder here inside in silence
You don’t have to keep it quiet
[Chorus]
Yeah, I know it makes you nervous
But I promise you, it’s worth it
To show ’em everything you kept inside
Don’t hide, don’t hide
Too shy to say but I hope you stay
Don’t hide away
Come out and play

Joyner Lucas – Litty Freestyle Lyrics

‘Cause I wanted all the smoke, I ain’t even puff long (No)
Nigga, I been packing a black MAC with it wrapped in a backpack
With a stack and I’m Mad Max in the back of the black cab
With a gat and a snapback, put a cap in yo’ back fat
Murder you and your wack little Cat in the Hat raps
Finna stab if you jab back, and I clap at you mad fast
When you sing, you ain’t half bad, but you rapping like Ras Kass
And I bet that you mad sad ’cause you ’bout to get laughed at
And buried in trash bags and left in a hatchback, my nigga
Jamming in front of the corner store, whoa
Mobbin’ a lot in the corridor, whoa
Breakin’ some shit you don’t want no more
Fightin’ when nobody want a war
Rob at the haters, gon’ sing like the Commodores
I got some shit you ain’t saw before
Swallow the key and I lock the door
Tory, you ain’t gotta hide no more
Come out and play, you my prey, you the goat, I’m a dinosaur
Oh, you wan’ hate, that’s normal
You just gonna do what you supposed to (‘Posed to)
I remember when them hoes called me old news
Now when they cheat, I’m the go-to (Joyner)
Word on the street’s I ain’t one to get close to
I was hopeless, now I’m hopeful (Yuh)
I done made my own way like I’m supposed to
All you niggas did what you was told to (Yeah)
Tory, why all your songs always sound like a rerun, nigga? (Huh)
You ain’t fucking with me on my worst day, Tory
Wasn’t better than me when I was in first grade, Tory
We can do this every year or on your birthday, Tory (Dook, dook, dook, dook)
Every summer, every winter, every Earth day, Tory (Joyner)
Every Tuesday, every Thursday, Tory
It’s gon’ be a motherfuckin’ anniversary, Tory
You done fucked up, now you need first aid, Tory (Dook, dook, dook, dook)
[Verse 2]
I’m the leader of the new school with a screw loose (Woo)
All you niggas Blues Clues with a fruit juice (Woo)
Turn your Jimmy Choo shoes into FUBU, nigga
You do what you can, I do what I choose to
I get litty in this bitch for my city (Yuh)
Only few real niggas left, they ain’t many (Yuh)
They compare me to Em, they compare you to Iggy (Oh)
They compare me to Meth, they compare you to Dizzy (Oh, oh)
I’m Leonardo Da Vinci, I paint a picture with color
I already got cake and I don’t need a butler (Yeah)
We already got Drake and we don’t need another
I don’t really got space but I’ma eat your supper (Woo)
You know Joyner got a hotter flow
I’ma do what Travis should’ve did a while ago (Woo)
I’ma do what Drake should’ve did a while ago
Throw your ass off a cliff, make you say, “Geronimo”
Then you had one chance, now you slumped on (Duh)
Go back in the booth, make another love song (Duh)
What you gon’ do when the fucking blunt’s gone? [Verse 1]
What’s up with you R&B niggas tryna turn rappers and trappers (Joyner, Joyner)
You should just stay in your lane, bro, you sound like PaRappa the Rapper (Yeah, yeah)
I’m looking down on you when you talk to me, you should grab you a ladder
You swung at me, only jabbed at my bladder
Watch you disappear like you abracadabra (Poosh)
Now grab me a dagger
You got some hits but you lacking a swagger (Yeah)
I’m still the shit, bitch, so that doesn’t matter
Don’t call me a kid, I’m your papi and dada (Hahaha)
You get splattered and flattened
You an’ Trippie better have you some backup (Hol’ up)
Ren and Stimpy looking agi’ and staggered
And when I kill ’em, they get madder and madder
Time to get litty, bitch, fuck all that singin’ (Yeah)
You challenge me, what the fuck is you thinking? (Woo)
Way too much weed, what the fuck is you drinkin’? (Yeah)
You ain’t fucking with me on my worst day, Tory (Uh)
Wasn’t better than me when I was in first grade, Tory
We can do this every year on your birthday, Tory (Brrrat)
Every summer, every winter, every Earth day, Tory
Every Tuesday, every Thursday, Tory
It’s gon’ be a motherfucking anniversary, Tory
You done fucked up, now you need first aid, Tory
[Outro]
Shit
Damn
So now that we got that out the way, hmph
Let’s make a record, nigga
Hahahahaha
Joyner I brought the tsunami, you fuckers are sinkin’ (Brrrat)
I’m glad that you came
Leave all that lyrical shit up to me, I’m a savage that bang
Bring all your Prada suits back to [?] (Brrrat)
Take all that autotune back to T-Pain
I swear you R&B rappers is strange
You okay but you ain’t nobody favorite (Yeah)
You a’ight but you ain’t nobody major
5’3″, you ain’t nobody dangerous (Brat)
Maybe that weed you were smoking, had you feeling confident
Let’s have a real conversation (Boom)
Maybe that doctor put something inside of your head
When you got your new hairline replacement (Brrrat)
[Chorus]
Why you bring my name up in the first place, Tory? (Huh)
I just want my motherfucking refund, nigga (Huh)
Funny looking ass, go and eat some’, nigga
I ain’t never had to get my fucking teeth done, nigga (Hahaha)
When I kill you, I ain’t running to you, bleed some, nigga (Yuh)
Oh, you wan’ be some nigga? (Yuh)
Me and 6ix9ine had Trippie Redd bitch on the couch
She was giving us a threesome, nigga
[Chorus]
Why you bring my name up in the first place, Tory?