Meek Mill – What’s Free Lyrics

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Since a lad, I was cunning, just got a pad out in London
I keep stackin’ my money, I’ll need a ladder by summer
AK shots, niggas duckin’ stray shots
Been a top dog, that’s before the K-Dots
Crackin’ in ’06, immaculate showmanship
Talkin’ like you Mitch, disastrous on the strip
Holdin’ on your bitch, coulda never sold you a brick
With them people, you never been on a list
Mona Lisa to me ain’t nothin’ but a bitch
Hangin’ pictures like niggas swingin’ from his dick
We so different, you thought these didn’t exist
The Megalodon never seen on his wrist
I’m from the South where they never make it this rich
God is the greatest, but Satan been on his shit
Walkin’ the pavement, I pray I’m illuminated
Over a decade and never nobody’s favorite
Pot and kilo go hand in hand like we Gamble and Huff
My amigo, a million grams and we count ’em and up
You was dead broke, I let you hold a pack
You paid for it, but I fucked around and stole the track
Screaming “gang gang,” now you wanna rat
Racketeering charges caught him on a tap
Lookin’ for a bond, lawyers wanna tax
Purple hair got them faggots on your back
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
What’s free? Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain’t controllin’ what we see
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Through all the fame, you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain’t where I wanna be
Before I’m judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Stay up, I know these times ain’t true
Real life, what’s free? (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Fed investigations, heard they plottin’ like I trap
20 mill’ in cash, they know I got that off of rap
Maybe it’s the Michael Rubins or the Robert Krafts
Or the billionaire from Marcy, in a way they got my back, uh
See how I prevailed now they try to knock me back, uh
Locked me in a cell for all them nights and I won’t snap, uh
Two-fifty a show and they still think I’m sellin’ crack, uh
When you bring my name up to the judge, just tell him facts
Tell him how we fundin’ all these kids to go to college
Tell him how we ceasin’ all these wars, stoppin’ violence
Tryna fix the system and the way that they designed it
I think they want me silenced (Shush)
Oh, say can you see, I don’t feel like I’m free
Locked down in my cell, shackled from ankle to feet
Judge bangin’ that gavel, turned me to slave from a king
Another day in the bing, I gotta hang from a string
Just for poppin’ a wheelie, my people march through the city
From a cell to a chopper, view from the top of the city
You can tell how we rockin’, soon as I pop up we litty
Poppin’ like Bad Boy in ’94, Big Poppa and Diddy
And niggas counted me out like my accountant ain’t busy
That’s five milli’ in twenties, sit up and count ’til I’m dizzy
Phantom 500 thousand, hundred round in a stizzy
Is we beefin’ or rappin’? I might just pop up with Drizzy like
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
What’s free? I survived the hood, can’t no Shaytan rob me
My accountant’s so good, I’m practically livin’ tax free
Factory, that’s me
Sold drugs, got away scot-free
That’s a CC, E-copy
Guilt free, still me
And expect me to not feel a way to this day
You would say y’all killed me
Sucker free, no shuckin’ me, I don’t jive turkey
Say “Happy Thanksgiving,” shit sound like murder to me
Smoke free, all of y’all callin’ out toll free
Label rob you for millions yet you wanna put a hole in me
Sugar free, seasoned but I’m salt free
You lay a hand on Hov, my shooter shoot for free
I promise World War three
Send a order through a hands free
Kill you in 24 hours or shorter, you can’t ignore the hand speed
On god, it’s off the head, this improv but it’s no comedy
Sign I fail, hell nah
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Hahahahahahahahaha [Verse 3: JAY-Z]
In the land of the free, where the blacks enslaved
Three-fifths of a man, I believe’s the phrase
I’m 50% of D’usse and it’s debt free (Yeah)
100% of Ace of Spades, worth half a B (Uh)
Roc Nation, half of that, that’s my piece
Hunnid percent of Tidal to bust it up with my Gs, uh
Since most of my niggas won’t ever work together
You run a check up but they never give you leverage
No red hat, don’t Michael and Prince me and Ye
They separate you when you got Michael and Prince’s DNA, uh
I ain’t one of these house niggas you bought
My house like a resort, my house bigger than yours
My spou- (C’mon, man)
My route better, of course
We started without food in our mouth
They gave us pork and pig intestines
Shit you discarded that we ingested, we made the project a wave
You came back, reinvested and gentrified it
Took niggas’ sense of pride, now how that’s free? Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain’t controllin’ what we see
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Through all the fame, you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain’t where I wanna be
Before I’m judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Stay up, I know these times ain’t true
Real life, what’s free? [Intro: Meek Mill]
You know what free is, nigga? [Chorus: Meek Mill]
What’s free? Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain’t controllin’ what we see
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Through all the fame, you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain’t where I wanna be
Before I’m judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Stay up, I know these times ain’t true
Real life, what’s free? And them people stole the soul and hit niggas with 360s, huh
I ain’t got a billion streams, got a billion dollars
Inflating numbers like we ‘posed to be happy about this
We was praised in Billboard, but we were young
Now I look at Billboard like, “Is you dumb?”
To this day, Grandma ‘fraid what I might say
They gon’ have to kill me, Grandmama, I’m not they slave
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, check out the bizarre
Rappin’ style used by me, the H-O-V
Look at my hair free, carefree, niggas ain’t Nair free
Enjoy your chains, what’s your employer name with the hairpiece?

Meek Mill – Wit the Shits (W.T.S) Lyrics

Bitch, I make him swipe
I won’t mention these hoes, I might give them life
I just want the head, you can’t spend the night (Oh my god)
Kissin’ him sloppy, callin’ him papi, that shit get him hype (Que perro)
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Do a split on the dick (Do a split)
If you really with the shits, lil’ bitch (Lil’ bitch)
She ask her friends (What?), “Should I let him hit?” (What they say?)
She say, “Girl, you better fuck him if he rich”
He gettin’ it, bad bitch, hittin’ it
New foreign, whippin it (Skrt)
Blue face, crippin’ it (Crippin’ it)
I go all day, count them Benjamins (Benjis)
I’m rich, really is
You sick, syphilis (Yeah, uh) [Intro]
C-Sick, C-Sick, C-Sick
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Uh, shawty was frontin’, now she throw that pussy at me (Throwin’ that pussy)
Told her meet me at the clearport, she got happy (She got hyped)
Nigga, you don’t want these problems, Lil Scrappy (You don’t want problems)
If you talk, when you see me, just don’t dap me, for real
Back on my savage shit, got that pussy off accident (Yeah)
Fuckin’ these ratchet bitches, stay on her knee like Kaepernick, yeah
I just been havin’ it, lovin’ this money, I’m passionate, yeah
Once I fuck like Meechy, hoe, give you my ass to kiss, pause
Nigga said he hit my hoe, so what? Nigga, I hit that too, yeah
She said she don’t swallow, grow up
This shit grown-ups do, uh
I’ma put a check on your bitch ass
Homie gon’ spin back through, yeah
Catch you on the block where you swim with the gang
Turn your whole shit Piru-ru
Get some pussy on a plane (On a plane)
This the type shit that I do (I do)
Who your WCW? No tienes mula so yo te di banda’
‘Tamos fuma’o de la ganja
Pila de tigueres, rabia con alma
I let them eat up the nana, dip on a nigga, like, “See you
Mañana”
Baddest lil’ bitch in my genre
I got your baby dad fuckin’ up commas
Icy, icy, icy, drip all on me, watch me when I move (When I move)
If you like ’em freaky, baby, she could come here, too (For real?)
You could eat this pussy while I watch her fuckin’ you
Call that hoe a Uber when we done, it’s up to you (Oh, yeah)
Who your MCM? (Who dat?)
The the type of hoes I screw (I screw)
This the type of hoes I got (I got)
New Hermes flip flops (Sheesh)
If ain’t got no time for the hoe and I really like her, she’ll get a wrist watch (Gang)
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Do a split on the dick (Do a split)
If you really with the shits, lil’ bitch (Lil’ bitch)
She ask her friends (What?), “Should I let him hit?” (What they say?)
She say, “Girl, you better fuck him if he rich”
He gettin’ it, bad bitch, hittin’ it (Whoa)
New foreign, whippin it (Skrt)
Blue face, crippin’ it (Crippin’ it)
I go all day, count them Benjamins (Benjis)
I’m rich, really is
You sick, syphilis (Yeah, uh)
[Verse 2: Melii ]
¿Quién es la mami que manda?

Lil Baby – Ready Lyrics

(What’s happenin’?)
We was taught to go, keep that cannon (That cannon)
I’m on fuckin go, I can’t panic (I can’t panic)
[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready
[Outro: Lil Baby]
Money conversations, check my feng shui
I buy Dolce Gabbana, Chanel, I’m on straight
Supermodel, her body gon’ be my entree
I been runnin’ with hitters, my youngins gun slang
Cars of the day, brand new Wraith
My life circle, mines ain’t straight
Bills ain’t late, paid no notes
I ain’t no joke, they want smoke
We exotic, start a riot, we gon’ riot
.223’s, drakes outside
We don’t get tired, we gon’ die [Intro]
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready
[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I can’t fuck with none of y’all niggas, y’all disgust me
When you with your maggot ass friends, don’t discuss me
FN with extended clip, I hope them try to rush me
I hear ’em sayin’ such and such, a nigga ain’t gon’ touch me
Big body Benz, ‘member I used to be dusty
Now I want my money all hundreds in a rush please
I was sellin’ weed when they came out with white tee
Now I put a whole half a ticket on my white tee
Whole hood poppin’, other niggas, they don’t like me
Made her eat it up, she told her friend, “He gon’ wife me”
All my niggas thoroughbred, I don’t fuck with crossbreeds
Free all of the bros down the road and on Rice Street
[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready (Ready)
[Verse 2: Gunna]
Put some fine bitches in Margiel-y’s (Margiel-y)
Two new glass tinted, these baguette-y’s (Baguette-y)
Ain’t gon’ bash you bitches, I ain’t petty (Nah)
Just know we fuckin’, we ain’t goin’ steady (Goin’ steady)
I don’t wanna sleep, I need more Addys (Need more Addy)
I ain’t have no kid but I’m her daddy (I’m her daddy)
Better shake her ass like it’s Magic (Like it’s Magic)
Twenties in my pocket look like cabbage (Yeah)
Carats everywhere, I’m a rabbit (I’m a rabbit)
I ain’t Shawty Lo, but what’s happenin’?

Lil Baby – Crush A Lot Lyrics

[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay
[Chorus]
I can’t fuck with shawty, know she’ll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been goin’ crazy, givin’ ’em hell
She ain’t tryna go with me, I’ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl, I’m a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught, they gon’ give me the chair
Fuck the law, make ’em earn what they pay ’em
[Verse 1]
Ain’t no back and fourth with no bitches, ain’t tinted
Rolls Royce truck, bitch, it ain’t rented
And they braggin’ ’bout bitches, I promise we hit ’em
I flooded my wrist, let the bros split a million
At this point I’m heartless I ain’t got no feelings
Buy every building in the hood for my children
Like a Drake song, got your vibe feelin’ groovy
With no phone, we can make us a movie
I ain’t in my bag, I still got my feet out
If we wanted smoke with y’all, you couldn’t be out
Free the bros, buy my shit off the kiosk
I’m at the vibe with the spot, this the creep house
Lil’ shawty suck it like she just took her teeth out
Five percent tint on the whip, you can’t see out
Ready to set it off, Queen Latifah
These niggas talk like bitches, see what they be ’bout
[Chorus]
I can’t fuck with shawty, know she’ll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been goin’ crazy, givin’ ’em hell
She ain’t tryna go with me, I’ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl, I’m a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught, they gon’ give me the chair
Fuck the law, make ’em earn what they pay ’em
[Verse 2]
Ain’t no complaining, money coming in
Put it all up, do it all again
First you get a mil’, then it’s times ten
Youngest out the crew, AMG Benz
Stand up like a man, take it on the chin
They got consequences in this life of sin
Laugh about it, go in Gucci, spend a ten
When you come home, we gon’ all win
Go in any club and make it thunderstorm, this shit reckless
He gon’ knock you off with his Rollie on
Drive the Rolls Royce like a hotbox, really came from nothin’
Only ride with my security because I can’t be armed
Can’t get caught with another gun
They gon’ know me when I’m gone
They hear my pain inside my songs
It’s like switch, I cut it on
Pills kick in, gettin’ in my zone
Do my job, ain’t see no wrong
I’m never talkin’ on them phones
Feds gon’ try to do us wrong
Man, they got my nigga Long
Lately I just been alone
My cup, my strap, this microphone
Nobody know what’s goin on
Just glad I made it off the road
Granddaddy showed me life is a gamble
Ever since I been on them dice
They gon’ suck it up like a bowl of rice
I’ma give it to them niggas every time
[Chorus]
I can’t fuck with shawty, know she’ll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been goin’ crazy, givin’ ’em hell
She ain’t tryna go with me, I’ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl, I’m a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught, they gon’ give me the chair
Fuck the law, make ’em earn what they pay ’em

Lil Baby – Anyway Lyrics

[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay
[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I’m takin’ off again, suicide doors, I won’t let ’em in
Four or five cars, livin’ like a god, payin’ for my sins
And this life that I’m in important
I can hop in the Benz, a foreign
Marlo said they come in in the morning
I got vibes, every state I got choices
Gucci coat like we stand on the corner with Mitch
Like I’m straight out the ‘partments, I’m rich as a bitch
Takin’ mine off the top, let lil’ bro keep the difference
Put an A in Atlanta, stand up for my city
I was re-in’ up daily, they thought I was kidding
I was puttin’ my profit up, saved me a milly
I keep pourin’ up Fantas so shit gettin’ ridiculous
Hope the doctor don’t say that I need a new kidney
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fuckin’ cannot fumble
Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin’
I be rockin’ new shit, I got every color
This shit ain’t enough, I need another come-up
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fuckin’ cannot fumble
Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin’
I be rockin’ new shit, I got every color
This shit ain’t enough, I need another come-up
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I fuck with Lil Baby, no infant (Uh)
I used to make plays at the Quick Trip (I did)
I spent a twenty on Quick Picks (Tell ’em)
I run it back like a pick six (Woo)
Add it all up, it’s a re-up, man
I’m ballin’, I need equipment (Ballin’)
I just bought a lift kit (Yeah)
Said she fell in love with a misfit (She love me)
And fuck your opinion, you know how I’m livin’
My closet say, “To be continued” (Fuck you)
Back in the days I used to make plays
At Spondivits off of Virginia
Ain’t no contender (Nah)
Tattoo my name on placentas (Woo)
I read a bitch like a kennel
Made a half a mil’ in a rental (Woo)
All of my verses suspenseful
My cuz a blood, menstrual
He draws down, pants
I know that they care for your instrument
I ball, I need me an agent
I just might be your replacement (I might)
I got a whole lot of money
But I got a little patience
I got a whole lot of money
But I got a little patience (Alright)
I got a whole lot of money
But I got a little patience
My bitch a trip, vacation
Too many chains, plantation
If you a real nigga
It ain’t no expiration
[Chorus: Lil Baby & Gucci Mane]
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fuckin’ cannot fumble
Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin’
I be rockin’ new shit, I got every color
This shit ain’t enough, I need another come-up
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fuckin’ cannot fumble
Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin’ (Huh, Wop)
I be rockin’ new shit, I got every color
This shit ain’t enough, I need another come-up (Go)
[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
They say Gucci’s a criminal
Flood my timepiece with emeralds (Burr)
Not conserve’ or no liberal
Donate Rollies for Christmas (Huh)
Heard I shop at Bar Harbor
I spent reckless on denim (Wow)
She so fine, got her addy
Fucked, told my folks where to send her (Well damn)
New ‘Rari, half an M
See the horse, know the emblem
It’s Big Guwop, it’s him
Always us over them (Fuck ’em)
Niggas say they gon’ do this and that
Then duck when I see ’em (Huh)
Don’t compare me to Slim
I could never be him (No)
Copped so many new baguettes
That I’m gettin’ sick of myself (Bling)
Big bully, crushed my peers
So now I pick on myself (Huh)
Highly decorated soldier, I got hits on my belt
Big diamond choker chokin’ on me, man like Conor McGregor (It’s Gucci)
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fuckin’ cannot fumble
Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin’
I be rockin’ new shit, I got every color
This shit ain’t enough, I need another come-up
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fuckin’ cannot fumble
Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin’
I be rockin’ new shit, I got every color
This shit ain’t enough, I need another come-up

Earl Sweatshirt – Veins Lyrics

[Intro]
My nigga
Keep faith
[Verse]
Peace to every crease on your brain
Peace to who came before me in the game
We givin’ praise and glory to your name, kid
We cellophane your story so it stays
Since birth mama raised and burped me, I ain’t changed
I’m a man, I’m just saying that I stayed imperfect
Earl is not my name, the world is my domain, kid
Air Max 97, traipse on the pavement
Hair got knotty, let it settle on my face, I
I’ve been eating good you can see it in my tummy
But I’m buggin’, I’ve been spending more money than I’m making
Stuck in Trump Land, watching subtlety decayin’
I ain’t touch a xan, when it-
When it’s time to put my burnt body in a case
Tell my momma I said thank you
Tryna state facts, I’m tryna get through the day
I’ma play it back, I ain’t into showing face, kid
[Segue]
It’s been a minute since I heard applause
It’s been a minute since you seen or heard from me, I’ve been swerving calls
It’s been a minute since I heard applause
[Refrain]
Sittin’ on a star, thinking how I’m not a star
I can’t call it, dog
Sometimes I feel like I wanna call it off
I can’t call it, dog
Big dog, finna rip the collar off, uh
Sittin’ on a star, thinking how I’m not a star
I can’t call it, dogs
Sittin’ on a star, thinking how I’m not a star
Just can’t call it, dogs, ayy
[Outro]
Keep pace, my nigga (Eat paste my nigga)
“Be safe” she said, my nigga
Keep faith, my nigga, (Yeah yeah) ah
Me safe, she safe, keep pace, my nigga (Keep faith)
Peace, peace, peace, peace, peace (peace)
[Refrain]
Sittin’ on a star, thinking how I’m not a star
Just can’t call it dog

Earl Sweatshirt – Ontheway! Lyrics

[Intro: Earl Sweatshirt]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
These niggas know
Alright, check it out bro, bro, bro, bro
Look
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, shit, uh, yeah
[Verse: Earl Sweatshirt]
My mood really swinging, I peruse like a native would do
What I’m thinking I should do for the sake of myself
No games with this cash, go play with yourself
We stay on your ass
Your sense of safety melt in a flash, bang
Don’t know what I’ma say
Cause I don’t label the bags, I stay in ’em
See you shooting but your angles is trash
Don’t play with us, I revisit the past
Port wine and pages of pass
Momma say don’t play with them scabs
It’s safe to say I see the reason I’m bleeding out
I need you now, closed lips make the mouth breathers frown
Two’s a team, three a crowd
Twelve street, I kept some lean around
Help me, it’s been a minute since I seen a decent count
The wealth be the labor’s fruit
The loop hold up the belt, G’s felt
All praises due, the juice unattainable
Like Tang in the booth
Dark face on the news
Clouds grey on the move
On the way like the truth
Yeah, yeah, uh
[Outro: Gio Escobar & Earl Sweatshirt]
I said the dark face on the news
Clouds grey on the move
On the way like the truth (On the way like the truth)
Yeah, clouds grey on the move
On the way with the-

Earl Sweatshirt – Eclipse Lyrics

[Chorus]
Bear arms
Take no prisoners (Yeah)
Just make more chips and work the brakes off nigga’s shit
(Straight on ’em)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse]
Say goodbye to my openness, total eclipse
Of my shine that I’ve grown to miss when holding shit in
Open my lids, my eyes said my soul is amiss (Soul is)
The signs say we close to the end (Close)
My mindstate sober, I’m bent
Over the pit, pokin’ the flames
Hopin’ I don’t total my shit, that’s me though
Play the game no cheat code
Had to dish ’em a free throw
Ya mouth runnin’ when you depose (Facts)
Facts, it’s rugged on the peak
Don’t stumble, serve culinary treats, bro (Please)
The herd hungry, gotta eat (Woah)
Why its so muddy in the creek, poet? Threes foes coming by the fleet (Bro)
Keep low, peace, preach it
Ain’t so sunny by the motherfuckin’ beach
The say so, gonna phone number on the screen (Ah)
Keep low, can’t nobody see me sleep
I make more money on my motherfuckin’ feet
Yeah, uh (Straight on ’em)
[Refrain]
We take no prisoners
Just make more chips and work the brakes off nigga’s shit
(Bear arms)
Take no prisoners
Just make more chips and work the brakes off nigga’s shit
(Straight on ’em)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Outro]
Say goodbye to my openness, total eclipse
Of my shine that I’ve grown to miss when holding shit in
Open my lids, my eyes said my soul is amiss (Soul is amiss)
The signs say we close to the end (Close to the end)

Clean Bandit – Mama Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh mama, hola, hola, hola
Don’t know what this is
Oh mama, hola, hola, hola
Oh, what do I do now? All of these new emotions
I let them out in the open
Oh mama, hola, hola, hola
Oh, what do I do now? [Verse 2]
I’ve never felt so good, I feel so soft, na na na
And now I know myself, I know my spots, na na na
I didn’t know that I could have these thoughts, yeah yeah
Somebody pass me the water ’cause I’m burnin’
¡Qué calor! All of these new emotions
I let them out in the open
Oh mama, hola, hola, hola
Oh, what do I do now? [Verse 1]
I see my body in a different light, ay ay ay
As if I woke up in a different life, ay ay ay
Feels like I’m walking with my heart on fire
Somebody pass me the water ’cause I’m burning
[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause a little bit’s turning into a lot
There’s no way I’ll be turning the feeling off
Guess I’m everything that I thought I was not
Tell me, tell me, ay ay ay
[Chorus]
Oh mama, hola, hola, hola
Don’t know what this is
What do I do now, do now, do now
Do with all of this? [Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause a little bit sooner turned into a lot
There’s no way I’ll be turning the feeling off
Guess I’m everything that I thought I was not
Tell me, tell me, ay ay ay
[Chorus]
Oh mama, hola, hola, hola
Don’t know what this is
What do I do now, do now, do now
Do with all of this? [Outro]
All of these new emotions
I let them out in the open
Oh mama, hola, hola, hola
Oh, what do I do now? [Bridge]
Everything I thought I knew about me’s upside down
Everything is changing, but I think I love it now, ay ay ay
[Chorus]
Oh mama, hola, hola, hola
Don’t know what this is
What do I do now, do now, do now
Do with all of this? All of these new emotions
I let them out in the open
Oh mama, hola, hola, hola
Oh, what do I do now?

Charlie Puth – I’m So Hot Lyrics

(Who knows?)
If you’re chilly you will really want me in your face
(Hello there!)
Fishes were cold-blooded at one time
But that all changed when I went for a dive
[Pre-Chorus]
Halle Berry and the sun have got nothing on me
I’m a lot like baking cookies except there’s no need to preheat me at three-hundred-fifty
Did I mention that I
[Chorus]
I am so hot, hot, hot
Nothing can cool me down
Yeah, no one’s got a swagger like, swagger like, swagger like me, baby
If you think you’re hot, hot, hot
You better step aside
Yeah, ’cause when I step outside I’m bound to start a forest fire
[Verse 2]
“DJ, turn me up”
Is something someone said who is not really hot
In comparison to me, who is dripping with hot
Man, I can’t help you with something that you’re not
(Good God, you’re ugly!)
Sunburned people and polar ice caps
They all hatin’ on me
(They wack!)
But alligators, Jersey Shore Guidos, and photosynthesis
They all got my back, bitch
[Pre-Chorus]
Emma Watson and the microwave ain’t got nothing on me
I’m a lot like baking cookies except there’s no need to preheat me at three-hundred-fifty, oh! [Spoken Intro]
Hello, ladies
I may have had to use a pitch bender to make my voice sound lower than it really is
But I just wanted to tell you that.. Um, oh yeah
[Chorus]
I am so hot, hot, hot
Nothing can cool me down
Yeah, no one’s got a swagger like, swagger like, swagger like me, baby
If you think you’re hot, hot, hot
You better step aside
Yeah, ’cause when I step outside I’m bound to start a forest fire
I am so hot, hot, hot that
[Chorus]
I am so hot, hot, hot, hot
Nothing can cool me down
Yeah, no one’s got a swagger like, swagger like, swagger like me, baby
If you think you’re hot, hot, hot, hot
You better step aside
Yeah, ’cause when I step outside, outside I’m bound to start a forest fire
[Verse 1]
I’m so hot that in cold weather
You’re gonna wanna take off your sweater
No need for hats and gloves
Charlie Puth is gonna warm you up with his love
(Or maybe not)
What the hell’s a fireplace?

Chance the Rapper – The Man Who Has Everything Lyrics

That shit could get sticky like tree sap
I gave you free raps, that shit sound like free facts
Which is ’bout as common as free Blacks
Stuck like freeze tag from one of these random police stops
Look like the treetops soon as the breeze stops
And once the debris drops, the streets 400 degrees hot
Please, man, we needin’ some freeze pops
What in the world for the man who has everything? What’s the point of gainin’ chicken if it can’t get across? Lost the cold hard cash, they said, “Damn, that boy soft”
Same niggas lost their souls in a fuckin’ coin toss
I guess I cleaned up, Santa don’t miss no names but I miss Fatimah
It’s been a minute since I’ve seen her
Them the type of things I hate to bring up, just like the prenup
That shit be see-through like John Cena, Aquafina
But like the Christmas tape there’s things that I gotta get clear
Like my papa ask the same question every year
“What to get for my boy who has everything?”
I said, “I’ll take anything but everything,” you know? [Verse 1]
What to get the man who has everything? Man, West Chatham Park could use some better swings
Used to be disheveled, I went and shoveled everything
Tell Santa to show up to doors he never ring
He never ring
[Chorus]
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you
That’s all I ask
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you
[Verse 3]
That baby is a genius
Don’t teach him ’bout Santa ’til you teach him ’bout Jesus
Don’t take him out the snow to try to take him on beaches
I swear it’s enough leisure in this world to get lost
What’s the point of gainin’ chicken if you lose all the sauce? [Chorus]
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you Tryna fit myself into a schedule and a wedding ring
Tryna eat everything
I was raised, it come across my plate then I better swing
Tryna turn confederate flags into confetti strings
I’m tryna back up my baby mama like Kevin Federline
Heard they got some nice-ass houses out there in Beverly
Never leave where I came from
I just need me some stockings and the chimney they could hang from
Photos so my kids can find out where they got their names from
Christmas cards so gorgeous other families wanna frame one
Real talk, I need a front yard, a backyard
A side yard, a side yard, inside bar, a dry bar
Nine cars and a garage, and it’s on hella acres
I’m tired of people visitin’, takin’ the elevator
Well, we’ll keep the elevator
[Chorus]
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you
[Verse 2]
Don’t gifts get re-wrapped?

Alessia Cara – Nintendo Game Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Choose your weapon, and let’s go
Who’s gonna beat this level? I speed up, you slow down
Looks like I’m on your tail now
Another round, do we give up? [Pre-Chorus]
Baby, baby, baby, this is getting too crazy
I don’t have the training
Baby, baby, baby, this love ain’t a game
So we should stop playing
[Chorus]
Push and shove, go ‘head and take your aim
We better duck ’cause right now nobody’s safe
And we could grow up, but it’s no fun that way
And so we treat love like it’s a Nintendo game
But nobody wins
[Post-Chorus]
Nobody wins
Nobody, nobody wins
But no-, but the game goes on
[Verse 2]
All the trash talk is getting real old
I’d rather try my hand at Rainbow Road
I’m focused, play my next move
But you’re onto me, so it’s no use
It’s a showdown, a game for two
Pick each other’s brains looking for clues
A battle with no objective
Who will be the final one standing? This is taking longer than Zelda
Hold on, what I meant was
Is it too late to get a 1-up? [Pre-Chorus]
Baby, baby, baby, this is getting too crazy
I don’t have the training
Baby, baby, baby, this love ain’t a game
So we should stop playing
[Chorus]
Push and shove, go ‘head and take your aim
We better duck ’cause right now nobody’s safe
And we could grow up, but it’s no fun that way
And so we treat love like it’s a Nintendo game
But nobody wins
[Post-Chorus]
Nobody wins
[Bridge]
Push and shove, go ‘head and take your aim
We better duck, ’cause right now nobody’s safe
[Chorus]
Push and shove, go ‘head and take your aim
We better duck ’cause right now nobody’s safe
And we could grow up, but it’s no fun that way
And so we treat love like it’s a Nintendo game
But nobody wins

Alessia Cara – My Kind Lyrics

Talkin’ ’bout all of our fears through a cracked screen
Picking little fights over falling asleep
I wish you knew I loved you when you knew you loved me
Really wish I knew you sooner than my 20s
[Chorus]
My kind of time’s meant to carelessly spend
And my kind of nights are the one’s that don’t end
My kind of fun doesn’t make any sense
And my kind of love, you won’t ever forget
My kind of time’s meant to carelessly spend
And my kind of nights are the one’s that don’t end
My kind of fun doesn’t make any sense
And my kind of love, you won’t ever forget
[Bridge]
I’m a product of the who’s, when’s, and how’s
Those who let go and those who stuck around
I wish somebody would’ve told me I’d be here now
‘Cause this kind of life is one to sing about (Oh yeah)
[Chorus]
My kind of time’s meant to carelessly spend
And my kind of nights are the one’s that don’t end
My kind of fun doesn’t make any sense
And my kind of love, you won’t ever forget
My kind of time’s meant to carelessly spend
And my kind of nights are the one’s that don’t end
My kind of fun doesn’t make any sense
And my kind of love, you won’t ever forget
[Outro]
My kind of love you, won’t ever forget
Wish somebody would’ve told me that would be alright [Verse 1]
Do you recall the days at your old place? Poetry? Like the one about the crass-humoured French guy
And what about you, Mr. And what about all that we built in just a couple weeks? Playing with Troll dolls to scare the kids away
My closet was a time machine, yours a stage
I wish we told those little girls they’re gonna be okay
Still picture it all in my mind
Making the campfire out of broken flashlights
Jealous of your high tops ’cause someone stole mine
Wish somebody would’ve told me that would be alright
[Chorus]
My kind of time’s meant to carelessly spend
And my kind of nights are the one’s that don’t end
My kind of fun doesn’t make any sense
And my kind of love, you won’t ever forget
My kind of time’s meant to carelessly spend
And my kind of nights are the one’s that don’t end
My kind of fun doesn’t make any sense
And my kind of love, you won’t ever forget
[Verse 2]
Do you remember all the cartoons at midnight?

Alessia Cara – I Don’t Want To Lyrics

I see your face in everyone, baby, and I hate it
Who would have ever thought I’d have to erase it? [Verse 1]
You went and turned the red flag white, darling, and you waved it
You’ve always had a way with words
Why can’t you explain it then? [Verse 2]
I double take at every phone that rings out of habit
I can’t shake the little things, they’re harder to manage, woah
I can’t bury the past, but I’ll bury the hatchet
Can we just pretend that this never happened? How do I let you go if I don’t want to? [Chorus]
I don’t want to let it show, but I still love you
And how do I let you know if I can’t call you? And I don’t want to be alone another night
I don’t want to feel this blue
How do I let you go if I don’t want to? Yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
Every little thing is reminding me of you
Guess I’ll set fire to my whole room (Ah, ah, ah)
[Chorus]
I don’t want to let it show, but I still love you
And how do I let you know if I can’t call you? Baby, how do I let you go if I don’t want to? And I don’t want to be alone another night
I don’t want to feel this blue
How do I let you go if I don’t want to? Uh
[Pre-Chorus]
Every little thing is reminding me of you
Yes, I’ll set fire to my whole room (Ah, ah, ah)
[Chorus]
I don’t want to let it show, but I still love you
And how do I let you know if I can’t call you? [Bridge]
So what are you doing tonight? ‘Cause I miss you and I, and I can’t even lie, I need you
I could get on a flight, I could make up the time
I know I’m out of line, can I see you? And I don’t want to be alone another night
I don’t want to feel this blue
How do I let you go if I don’t want to?

Alessia Cara – 7 Days Lyrics

I hope that through the static, you’ll show us the clarity
‘Cause it’s hard to find the silver lining in the bittersweet
Wonder if you’re praying for us ‘fore you go to sleep
Do you sleep in peace? G to me? Are we proud? As we fail to figure it out, does he turn down the sound? Man Upstairs
I know you’re tuning in up there, way up there
Would you care to answer my question? [Verse 1]
If there’s a God
Do you think he’s looking down, curled up on his couch right now? Maker, don’t turn away from your screen
At least the bubble that we’ve created could make for some good TV
[Chorus]
Oh, Mr. Is he proud? As the anti-social media perpetuates the mess
Maybe it’s a test, maybe he’s upset by the loose ends
Stressed like the rest of us, it happens to the best of us
God, or is it Mr. Maker, but don’t turn away from your screen
At least the bubble that we’ve created has made for damn good TV
[Chorus]
Oh, Mr. Guess we forgot how to live a life with no filter
Making boring people famous
Let’s pretend they’re fascinating
Let’s tell little girls that pretty girls are better
Or that pigment or religion really matters
[Pre-Chorus]
We’re in some trouble
Mr. [Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause we’re in some trouble
Mr. Oh, the land of poor taste
The spectacle of cut and paste that we’ve made
Would you say, please say it was worth the seven days
[Bridge]
Don’t touch the remote, we’ll be back in a moment
We are not hopeless, we are just coping
The mayhem is rolling, but it ain’t showbiz
Reality’s potent, chaotic, I know it
But we’re growing, have some hope in us
And were we worth all the time you gave up? Man Upstairs
I know you’re tuning in up there, way up there
Would you care to answer my question? [Chorus]
Oh, Mr. Man Upstairs
I know you’re tuning in up there, way up there
Would you care to answer my question? Oh, the land of poor taste
The spectacle of cut and paste that we’ve made
Would you say, please say it was worth the seven days
[Verse 2]
Does he hang his head at all the greed that we possess? Oh, the land of poor taste
The spectacle of cut and paste that we’ve made
Would you say, please say it was worth the seven days
Yeah, oh, oh