Davido – The Best Lyrics (feat. Mayorkun)

O get o then forget
Ye
When I give my attack
You defend
Reset o your defence o
O get o
Then forget na
Shey you sing pass Wande Coal (Pele)
Celeb o
Ehen o
Falsetto
Forget now
You see I learnt from the best o (The best)
Davido
Sho get o
Mo bad o
But forget now
[Davido:]
Ah (Yeah)
Fine girl what you on tonight
Tell me if you don’t mind
Make you come to mine
Tell me if you don’t mind
Make you come to mine
Tell me if you don’t mind (Oh yeah)
Fine girl when you’re on tonight
Tell me if you don’t mind
Make you come to mine
Tell me if you don’t mind
Make you come to mine
Tell me if you don’t mind (Ah oh yeah)
I no fit look you chance my brother
For this life and another life (Life life one life)
Omo temi ko rara
Suddenly from good I’m better
You no fit see me bitter laye laye (Oh life)
Nwannem I’m not from the ghetto
Sho get
I get o
Like I said o
O get o
Then forget
No easy to get o
Sho get
I get o
Like I said o
O get o
Then forget
And I learnt from the best o
Myself
Myself o
Davido
Baddest o
Forget them
Omo I came in with less o
So, comport yourself o (Cos I go vex o)
Dey rest o
Forget yourself
Ah (Yeah)
Fine girl what you on tonight
Tell me if you don’t mind
Make you come to mine
Tell me if you don’t mind
Make you come to mine
Tell me if you don’t mind (Oh yeah)
Fine girl what you on tonight
Tell me if you don’t mind
Make you come to mine
Tell me if you don’t mind
Make you come to mine
Tell me if you don’t mind (Ah Oh yeah)
You see I learnt from the best o (The best)
Davido
Sho get o
Baddest o
Forget them
Fresh on the beat
Of lay lay
This bread no be Agege You get o
Sho get o? Original
Of Lagos
Ahchiii
Ge ge
Fresh
Of lay lay
Damn
Baddest
This bread no be Agege
[Mayorkun:]
Betty no fit leave a nigga (Shekpe)
Ko loun loko s’ita
Lai lai
Omo temi ko rara
Betty no fit hate my mother
Ko loun o le wan s’ita
Laye laye (Laye)
Mama temi ko rara
Nwannem I come from the ghetto
Sho get?

2 Chainz – Ziploc Lyrics (feat. Kevin Gates)

Yeah, 28 grams in the ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the ziploc (Ziploc)
28 grams in the ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I could make a brick lock
28 grams in the ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the ziploc (Ziploc)
28 grams in the ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I could make a brick lock
28 grams in the ziploc (Ziploc)
Riding with my dogs, that’s a pit stop (Pit stop)
Drop some chicken off, that’s a wing stop (Wing stop)
Show me all my sons out of wedlock, yeah
Got the Draco in the head lock, tryna dodge a cell block
Nigga full of bed rock (Bed rock)
Got the whole look off the cat walk
Got it out the mud, out the asphalt (Asphalt)
Shorty you so fine, have the look in your eyes
With a big ol’ booty, it’s yo ass fault (Ass fault)
Told a nigga I know your kind
If you came on my side, woulda robbed you with the mask off (Mask off)
Told my young niggas don’t crash out (Crash out)
Never let him know where the stash house (Stash house)
Millionaire friends with the blacked out mirror
With the racks out, make his scale tap out (Tap out)
Turkey bag on top of turkey bag (Turkey bag)
Digit scale on top of digit scale (Digit scale)
Glock 40 on Glock 40
All while I had a record deal (Yeah)
Why the niggas stay in Riverdale (Trouble)
Heard them niggas try and kiss and tell (Damn)
Try to charge me off with a body
Somebody OD’d on fentanyl
Yeah, 28 grams in the ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the ziploc (Ziploc)
28 grams in the ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I could make a brick lock
28 grams in the ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the ziploc (Ziploc)
28 grams in the ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I could make a brick lock
Shakein’ back off a juice fast
Gorilla died, went vegan
Diamond link chain bling in the coupe fed
Killer flying down seekin’
Fifteen spread, two or three bad movies
10 grams tryna jump even
Cooked them in Sprite, vanilla extract, still taste
We ain’t been speaking plug
I’m really one of them
The nigga you bragging on, I probably fronted him
Your family put up for collateral
You go to ridin’ the passenger, punish him
8 million dollars for a major ton load
33 M’s when you get the club gone
Boat hit the dock it was already sold
Real street nigga with a mouth full of gold (Bye-bye)
If I get arrested my bail paid
Project, I stay by the railway
I stood on the block, then I got me a spot
My daughter go shop for some Chanel frames
Tracking device on the back of the car
But I’m thugging, I know how to sell weight
Quiet and uncut, I’m controlling the gutter
Bitch, I’m from the slum where they sell age
28 grams in the ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the ziploc (Ziploc)
28 grams in the ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I could make a brick lock
28 grams in the ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the ziploc (Ziploc)
28 grams in the ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I could make a brick lock

Lil’ Mosey – Jumpin Out The Face Lyrics

30, you a motherf*ckin’ fool, nigga
Right Now Sound (Yeah)
Zoom! Hitmaka! Yeah, yeah
Lookin’ ’round the back, back, back, back, back, back
Turn her up in the field, baby we ain’t in the stands (In the stands)
Ooh-ooh, know these diamonds, they jumpin’ out the face, hmm (Ooh, whoa)
Big wheels, tell them "Bitch, get out my way" (Out my way)
Whoa, whoa whoa, party (Uh)
We don’t need nobody (Nobody)
Big diamonds, they jumpin’ out the face, hmm (Out the face)
Big wheels, tell them "Bitch, get out my way," yeah (Skrt)
Hop in a Rolls-Royce, I’m slidin’ down the street
Got a bad bitch to the left and the right of me
Diamonds got me wet like the sea (Ice)
Ooh, I’m that nigga, yeah, I’m what they like to see, yeah
Walked in with a hunnid racks in my pocket (In my)
Copped it, I keep cashin’ out, I can’t stop this
Rocket, I’m straight to the moon, told them "watch this" (Yeah)
VVs on my watch, yeah, VVs on my necklace
Bitches in the room (Room), better watch how I move (Move)
See where I’m too soon (Ooh), and it’s so fast, zoom (Ooh)
Yeah, yeah
Lookin’ ’round the back, back, back, back, back, back
Turn her up in the field, baby we ain’t in the stands (Uh-uh)
Ooh-ooh, know these diamonds, they jumpin’ out the face, hmm (In the stands)
Big wheels, tell them "Bitch, get out my way" (Woo)
Whoa, whoa whoa, party (Out my way)
We don’t need nobody (Uh)
Big diamonds, they jumpin’ out the face, hmm (Nobody)
Big wheels, tell them "Bitch, get out my way," yeah
Drop it low, low, low, low, low
Shawty on go for the team, yeah, you know she finna go (Yeah)
See cash drop, drop drop, and she finna know (Cash)
She a fiend for that, but she keep it on the low
Hop in, go so fast, hear my tires screech
I’m on the whole map, we still bust at niggas
Get you toe tags, say "I’m the biggest nigga"
Like I don’t know that, like I don’t know that, uh
Watch what the fame do (Fame do), it might take you (Yeah)
Watch what the fakes do (Huh?), might erase you
That’s why you see me and my niggas box out (Box out)
Did it on our own, we for sure don’t need no help (No)
She love to party (Party), she get naughty (Uh)
Back to back, she f*ckin’ every nigga ’round me (‘Round me)
Million dollar nigga from the rags (Rags)
So I don’t know bitches could bring me back (Yeah)
Lookin’ ’round the back, back, back, back, back, back
Turn her up in the field, baby we ain’t in the stands (In the stands)
Ooh-ooh, know these diamonds, they jumpin’ out the face, hmm (Ooh, whoa)
Big wheels, tell them "Bitch, get out my way" (Out my way)
Whoa, whoa whoa, party (Uh)
We don’t need nobody (Nobody)
Big diamonds, they jumpin’ out the face, hmm (Out the face)
Big wheels, tell them "Bitch, get out my way," yeah

Jess Glynne – This Christmas Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hang all the mistletoe
I’m gonna get to know you better
This Christmas
And as we trim the tree
How much fun it’s gonna be together
This Christmas
[Chorus]
Fireside is blazing bright
We’re carolling through the night
And this Christmas will be
A very special Christmas for me (For me), oh, yeah
Very special Christmas for me, oh, oh, yeah
[Verse 2]
Presents and cards are here
My world is filled with cheer and you
This Christmas
And as I look around
Your eyes outshine the town, they do
This Christmas
[Chorus]
Fireside is blazing bright
We’re carolling through the night
Oh, and this Christmas will bе (Will be)
A very special Christmas for mе (For me), oh, hey, yeah
[Bridge]
(Shake a hand, shake a hand, shake a hand now)
(Shake a hand, shake a hand, shake a hand now) Oh-ah
(Shake a hand, shake a hand, shake a hand now)
(Shake a hand, shake a hand, shake a hand now)
(Shake your hand now)
Shake a hand now
Yeah, yeah
Oh me
[Chorus]
Fireside is blazing bright, blazing bright
We’re carolling through the night
And this Christmas (This Christmas) will be
A very special Christmas for me (Yeah, for me)
For me
For me

Future & Lil Uzi Vert – Stripes Like Burberry Lyrics

They'll never let that go
Shit gettin' whacked, nigga tryna get bands
Streets gettin' bloody for these bands
Too corrupted, you can't be carin'
Hit him in the public, topped him and ran
Floodin' the ice 'cause the pain it take
Need a new safe to hide all this cake, yeah
Due to the fact I hustle, I get litty
Puttin' prices on your head like Frank Nitty, yeah
Niggas get killed on camera in my city
When I got them bands, I can't worry
[Chorus: Future]
I been lookin' at the sun, I can't worry
I'm my mama oldest son, can't get buried
I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
I remember I ain't make a three, now I'm Curry
I might nail a bad, bad bitch like a hammer, yeah
I'm used to the murders, I'm from Atlanta, yeah
All these bands I'm havin', bitch gettin' silly, yeah
I just popped your bitch like a wheelie, yeah
[Outro: Future]
As long as I got these bands, ain't no worries
Make your bitch my number one fan and rock my jersey
And the way I shoot my shot, oh yes, I'm Curry
I'm my mama oldest child, can't get buried
And a nigga got more stripes in the streets than Burberry [Intro: Future & Lil Uzi Vert]
DJ Escomoe City, the coolest DJ on the motherf*ckin' planet (Oh)
Escomoe free (Oh)
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I been lookin' at the sun, but can't worry
I'm my mama oldest son, can't get buried
I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
I remember I ain't make a three, now I'm Curry
I might pop a f*ck nigga, yeah, like a wheely, yeah
I'm used to the murder, I'm from Philly
Money man, my money rubber bandin', shit get silly
I used to drink the color purple, my plug ain't seal it
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Takin' out two hundred at a time, stacked to the ceiling
I got me a brand-new coupe and I took off the ceiling
These boys not, uh, on my level, live on top of the building (Yeah)
In the penthouse playin' with a hundred like woah, I ain't got no feelings
In the penthouse playin' with a hundred like woah
Big old bag like woah
Get that cash like woah
Snakes in the grass, got more
Everything I say gon' go
Platinum Rollie, no gold
Told my girl fast and slow
You know how life goes
Man, I got the best, I can't worry
Yeah, I can end your whole history
Looking in my eyes, you see a demon, flames like fury
Just act like everybody in the game, she said that y'all can share me
See I got the foreign cars, my niggas got foreigns and you know they is not holdin' shit
See me pullin' up, that boy got a foreign and you know that bitch got the ownership
And if I'm in the passenger seat, you know that I got a thirty clip
And look at these niggas, they actin' like gangsters, but they really just on some phony shit
See, I been in the field for a long time
Bad bitches try to f*ck on me, I remember when they ain't pay me no mind
I remember when these boys tried to take me off my grind
I remember when these boys said that I would be nothin'
I remember when I had no money and I needed a lil' frontin'
I remember before hundred percent, my boys got the work, had to cut it
I remember I started runnin' this shit, you know I'm gonna keep runnin' it
Niggas, they mad 'cause I'm still sixteen when it comes to this
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Future]
I been lookin' at the sun, but can't worry
I'm my mama oldest son, can't get buried
I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
I remember I ain't make a three, now I'm Curry
I might pop a f*ck nigga like a wheely, yeah
I'm used to the murder, I'm from Philly
Money man, my money rubber bandin', shit get silly
I used to drink the color purple, my plug ain't seal it
I been lookin' at the sun, I can't worry
I'm my mama oldest son, can't get buried
I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
I remember I ain't make a three, now I'm Curry
I might nail a bad, bad bitch like a hammer, yeah
I'm used to the murders, I'm from Atlanta, yeah
All these bands I'm havin', bitch gettin' silly, yeah
I just popped your bitch like a wheelie, yeah
[Verse 2: Future]
Got on baguetties like I been surfing, yes, I made it out that dirt
Friends or foes, you never know, put your face on a shirt
Knockin' it straight out the park, yeah, shopping as soon as we land
Sippin' on mud like a trap star, it's a gift, I count my blessings
In the penthouse playing with a hundred like woah
Big old bag like woah
Have a rack go attack like woah
A whole lot of bitches on go
A whole lot of bitches on go
Platinum chain on glow
How many niggas you drop this week?

2 Chainz – Vampire Lyrics

Insulin
Save money talk, I hope you a great listener (Listener)
Pull the partition up (Oh), this a private convo (Oh)
Clap on him, block spin again for an encore (Bah)
New one on revenge mode, blood on his front porch
Oh, you gonna play it like that? (I'm in my bag)
Alright, I see you know
[Chorus]
Blicky on the seat, my dawg, rest in peace (My dawg, rest in peace)
It's hard for me to sleep, like I don't ever sleep (Like I don't ever sleep)
Jealousy gon' 'cause a death or felony (Death or felony)
The babies out here bangin' B's or they throwin' C's
Police can't even get thе stains up out the street (Streets)
Smilin' on the outside, but insidе bleedin' (Uh)
Hemorrhagin', they just tryna drain my energy
Vampire, up all night like fangs on my teeth (Toni)
[Verse 1]
How you wanna go and kill yo partner? [Intro]
But do you promise to tell the truth, the whole truth
And nothing but the truth? So help me God
Ooh, ooh, this is, this is
Really you f*ckin' with it? They must want war
Strikin' through the city on the Vicodins and Henny
Anything to feel numb, far as love, don't want any
Like a penny with a hole in it, then I put my soul in it
First I pop the trunk, then I put some bowls in it
Rest in peace Richie, know your pop heart broken (Broken)
Never get a chance to hear another word spoken (Spoken)
Gettin' cancer and bein' there, another way of copin' (Damn)
Certain circumstances make you care less about votin' (What?)
When company come through, I leave the stick out in the open (The stick)
I ain't playin' about this shit, it be the one that's the closest (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Blicky on the seat, my dawg, rest in peace (My dawg, rest in peace)
It's hard for me to sleep, like I don't ever sleep (Like I don't ever sleep)
Jealousy gon' 'cause a death or felony (Death or felony)
The babies out here bangin' B's or they throwin' C's
Police can't even get the stains up out the street (Streets)
Smilin' on the outside, but inside bleedin' (Uh)
Hemorrhagin', they just tryna drain my energy
Vampire, up all night like fangs on my teeth (Toni)
[Outro]
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Hell yeah)
Alright, yeah (Ooh, ooh)
Slick you f*ckin' with it? You ain't got no beef
Been sittin' at the table, even when I ain't had no seat (Uh)
If your lights and water never been cut off, don't judge me (Please)
If it ain't no real love, please don't try to hug me
Place no one above me (Me), underground like Bun B (Yeah)
I can tell you're just gettin' money, your first baby mama was ugly (True)
Yes, I'm blessed not lucky (Lucky), got a load on bunky (Bunky)
She suck me up on her monthly, I hope my past don't haunt me (Uh)
I'm covered in the blood, that's my armor (Armor)
If you have done what I did, you wouldn't believe in karma
I should be ashamed for what I said to my mama
Paranoid at night, pistol on me like pajamas (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Blicky on the seat, my dawg, rest in peace (My dawg, rest in peace)
It's hard for me to sleep, like I don't ever sleep (Like I don't ever sleep)
Jealousy gon' 'cause a death or felony (Death or felony)
The babies out here bangin' B's or they throwin' C's
Police can't even get the stains up out the street (Streets)
Smilin' on the outside, but inside bleedin' (Uh)
Hemorrhagin', they just tryna drain my energy
Vampire, up all night like fangs on my teeth (Toni)
[Verse 2]
You think somethin' sweet?

Morgenshtern & Lil Pump – Watafuk?! Lyrics

Bitch, я молодой 2Pac (Эй)
Oh my God, baby, на мне bodybag (Р-ра)
Gucci thot, цепь из золота, халат (Ту-ту-ту-ту, ей)
Ghetto thot with the vibe, ghetto thot (Ей)
What the f*ck? Она зовёт меня странным!)
[Куплет 2: Lil Pump]
(Okay)
Right wrist flooded with them Audemars baguettes (Yeah)
f*cked that bitch, sent her home in a jet (Yoom!)
AK-47 make 'em do the chicken head, uh (Bow-bow-bow)
Shot him in the stomach, but I hit him in the leg (Ooh, bow-bow)
Got a slick rich bitch (Uh), meet my stick (Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Got a couple hollows, and I'm gon' knock off his lips, gang (Brr-brr-brr-brr)
He been off the H, he gon' shoot you in the face, gang
He been off the 30's for like 20 days, ooh
Two million in the jewelry, uh, wrist look like McFlurry, ooh
I been selling white-girl in the corner like a prostitute (Ayy, ayy)
I been taking drugs from my grandma kitchen table (What?)
F&N put a hole in him like a bagel (Like boom)
Four in the mornin', I'm servin' crackheads (Ooh)
Brought a Vector to the party, ooh, it's a code red (Tu-tu-tu-tu-tu)
With this RPG (Bam), I'ma go blow up your moped (Bow)
With this MP5, I'ma leave his ass a-worried (Grrah!)
Like…
[Припев: MORGENSHTERN]
What the f*ck? Bitch, я молодой 2Pac (Р-ра)
Oh my God, baby, на мне bodybag (Esskeetit)
Gucci thot, цепь из золота, халат (Е)
Ghetto thot with the vibe, ghetto thot (Ту-ту-ту-ту, brr!) Bitch, я молодой 2Pac (Хэй)
Oh my God, baby, на мне bodybag (Р-ра)
Gucci thot, цепь из золота, халат (Ту-ту-ту-ту)
Ghetto thot with the vibe, ghetto thot (Yeah!)
What the f*ck? Bitch, я молодой 2Pac (Р-ра)
Oh my God, baby, на мне bodybag (Р-ра)
Gucci thot, цепь из золота, халат (Е)
Ghetto thot with the vibe, ghetto thot (Ту-ту-ту-ту, е)
[Куплет 1: MORGENSHTERN]
Я 2Pac, bitch, я молодой — легенда (Ей)
Катится на сцену самый новый белый Мерин (Р-ра)
Кинул суку — та ебала мои нервы (f*ck, да)
Ты не понял, сука, папа самый первый (Да)
Два мяча, а, жопа, будто два мяча (У-у)
Папа одичал, будто тигр зарычал (Р-р-р)
Я, хотя нет дела, суку пригласил на чай (На чай)
Эти хейтеры пищат, но я не замечаю (Не)
Мы на block (Block), сука, на мне Glock (Glock, wooh)
Цепи — лёд (Лёд), дым на потолок (—Лок)
Называй меня «Володя» и плати налог (Плати, эй)
Заберу твоё, заберу
Да, bitch, have you gunned down, run down-down-down-down (У-у, у)
Со мной восток — называй это «банда»
На мне бандана, забрал твою даму
(Ха-ха-ха-ха! [Текст песни «WATAFUK?!»]
[Интро: MORGENSHTERN, SLAVA MARLOW & Lil Pump]
Хэй, хэй, хэй (Е), хэй (Oh, yeah!)
Хэй (Okay), хэй (У-у), хэй (Слава, что ты сделал?), хэй (Oh, yeah!)
Хэй, yeah, хэй, Lil Pump, хэй, jetski, хэй (Hu)
Хэй, е, е, сука, гр-р-ря (Е)
[Припев: MORGENSHTERN]
What the f*ck?

Future & Lil Uzi Vert – Sleeping On The Floor Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Yeah, serve more dope, one liter, yeah (Freebandz)
Serve my dope, my heater, yeah (Freebandz)
Sleepin' on the floor with my heater, yeah (Yeah)
Sleepin' in the house with my heater, yeah (Yeah, super)
Sleepin' in the house with my beater, yeah (Yeah, yeah, D. Hill)
Sleepin' in the house with my people, yeah (Yeah, yeah, Loudy Luna)
Sleepin' in the house with my diva, yеah (Yeah, yeah)
Sleepin' on the floor with my hеater (Yeah), yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Fillin' up dope, one liter (Yeah), yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Fillin' up dope, one liter (Yeah), yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Serve my dope, might beat us (Yeah), yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Serve my dope, might beat us (Yeah), yeah (Yeah-yeah)
[Chorus: Future]
Mama, mama (Yeah), Caesar's, woo (Oh)
I'm gettin' fly like a eagle, woo (Ha-ha)
I wear more Gucci than Gucci, woo (Ha-ha)
All of this money, I'm moody, woo (Ha-ha)
All of this money, I'm moody, woo (Ha-ha)
Getting my vici, my veni, I'm rulin' (Ha-ha)
Yeah, yeah, money and power and sex, yeah (Yeah)
Cut up my rings with baguettes, yeah (Yeah)
Drinkin' on syrup, hit the net, yeah (Yeah)
Swish, swish, yeah, yeah (Swish, swish)
[Verse 1: Future]
Havin'-I'm havin' somethin' to do with that bitch that you be cuddlin' with (Swish, swish, swish, swish)
Out the South of France, I got different cultures suckin' on me (Swish, swish, swish, swish)
I was poppin' Xans, servin' that dope and bought me a company (Swish, swish, swish, swish)
I try OxyContin and wash the cash at the laundry (Swish, swish, swish, swish)
I be livin' in luxu-luxury in different countries (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got bitches beggin'-beggin' me in different continents (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I could never cuff a-cuff a bitch who never on the Moll' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I would never trust her, only judge off what she done for me (Woah, woah, woah)
Ice got me glistenin' like ocean, no, yeah, yeah (Woah, woah)
I already smashed her up, now, Baby Pluto in that nana (Woah, woah)
Made her count that money, so much money, she look cockeyed (Woah, woah)
f*ck on her Snapchat, like, "Baby, go, this gon' go viral" (Yeah, yeah, Freebandz gang)
[Chorus: Future]
Mama, mama (Yeah), Caesar's, woo (Yeah-yeah)
I'm gettin' fly like a eagle (Yeah), woo (Yeah-yeah)
I wear more Gucci than Gucci (Yeah), woo (Yeah-yeah)
All of this money, I'm moody (Yeah), woo (Yeah-yeah)
All of this money, I'm moody (Yeah), woo (Yeah-yeah)
Getting my vici, my veni (Yeah), I'm rulin' (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, money and power and sex, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Cut up my rings with baguettes, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Drinkin' on syrup, hit the net, yeah (Woah, yeah)
Swish, swish, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
So many f*ckin' bands, woulda thought this shit was counterfeit ('Fit)
Pull up, some new Balenci', NUMBER (N)INE this shit my counter fit (My counter fit, my other)
So many different vibes, beggin' me, just tryna suck my dick
I'm Baby Pluto (Baby, Baby Pluto), pockets, they big like a sumo (Sumo, yeah)
Pockets, they fat like it's glucose (Glucose)
I brought a Phantom, a new Ghost (New Ghost)
Got some new beef, then that boy roast (Boy)
About the bread and that boy toast (Hah)
No, these niggas don't wanna talk, though (Huh?)
I put some touch on my earlobes (Yeah)
You know 12, they knockin' at the front door (Lil Uzi)
I had to run out the motherf*ckin' back door (Woah)
Pullin' up right there, right there in the two-door, woah (Huh-huh, skrrt)
Bye-bye, toodles (Bitch, woah)
I'll kick the shit like it's judo (Bitch, bitch)
Walk on the beat, only two toes
Pull up, a double M truck and it's two-tone (Woah)
Two bitches, they stay with me
You know I'm a dog, I stay with two redbones (Uh)
Two white cups, that's the Styrofoam (Grr)
High off of pills, talk with two phones (Yeah, yeah)
Look at them two bitches that was with me
Both suckin', I get two domes (Suck it up)
I ain't gon' like, motherf*cker get too gone
Motherf*cker get way too gone (Uh, uh)
Young boy nigga gettin' too much money (Too much)
I might as well go buy two homes, yeah (Oh, wait, two homes, yeah)
[Chorus: Future, Lil Uzi Vert & Both]
Sleepin' on the floor with my heater (Yeah), yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Fillin' up dope, one liter (Yeah), yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Fillin' up dope, one liter (Yeah), yeah (Yeah-yeah, Lil Uzi)
Serve my dope, might beat us (Yeah), yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Serve my dope, might beat us (Yeah), woo, woo (Yeah-yeah)
Mama, mama (Yeah), Caesar's, woo, woo (Oh)
I'm gettin' fly like a eagle, woo (Ha-ha, yeah)
I wear more Gucci than Gucci, woo (Ha-ha)
All of this money, I'm moody, woo (Ha-ha)
All of this money, I'm moody, woo (Ha-ha, let's go)
Getting my vici, my veni, I'm rulin' (Ha-ha)
Yeah, yeah, money and power and sex, yeah (Yeah)
Cut up my rings with baguettes, yeah (Yeah)
Drinkin' on syrup, hit the net, yeah (Yeah, frrp)
Swish, swish, yeah, yeah (Frrp, swish, swish)

Lil’ Uzi Vert – Lullaby Lyrics

Now how I’m ‘posed to fear? Yeah
I talk to bitches even when you right here
I text ’em in then room when we layin’ right next to each other
I try my best just to hug her with my fingers crossed
‘Cause I know deep down inside, I am really doing wrong (Yeah), yeah
Yeah
And you know me, I’ma just charge it to the game
Uh-huh
Five, four, three, two, one
I was ‘posed to love you until the sun was done
Said I changed when the money start comin’
How the f*ck you think I wasn’t gonna catch on to all that game you was runnin’? I got off-topic, I start
Talkin’ about the drugs and all of the profit and (Yeah, DY Krazy)
Talkin’ ’bout the shit I learned, the streets, they gave me knowledge (Yeah)
See, I saw a nigga get killed back when I was a toddler, yeah
So how I’m ‘posed to love, girl? Then it’s problem with me, ’cause ain’t no one-on-one
That’s how I ride for my gang, that’s how I ride for my dawgs
‘Cause nine outta ten these bitches, they be frauds (Yeah)
Yeah, whatever, I jumped off the porch late (So?)
If you put your hands on me, you gon’ get your day
See, my bitch, she think I’m havin’ fun, I’m just cheatin’
But I’m just gon’ stack my money and I’ma attend every meetin’, uh
I ain’t worried ’bout love, man, I love the drug
Drug is the money, stack it up and take care of my family
I remember I used to stack my money just to cop Xannies
Now I got bitches from overseas takin’ off they panties
See, I’m a Leo like a lion but my life is oh so dandy
I walk around five hundred, nigga, don’t try jam me (Fresh)
They’ll pull a white sheet off of you like you a piece of candy
I’m so high, man, I swear I’m never landin’, I’m gone, yeah
And it’s just crazy how
The whole time niggas be plottin’ on you (Goodbye, world)
These bitches be plottin’ on you
All you gotta do at the end of the day
You came in this world by yourself, you gotta go out that way
Yeah
It’s just a lullaby Why you tellin’ niggas about my stash spot? Now how I’m ‘posed to fear? She lucky I ain’t kill her, could’ve gave her an ass-shot
See, I’m not worried about them niggas, ’cause I got boys that’s gon’ crash out
See, drive up on your block, do the drive-by, and then smash out (Skrrt)
Whip it up in the kitchen, no potatoes, got mash out
Man, you see I don’t care about love
I got off-topic, I start
Talkin’ about the drugs and all of the profit and (Yeah)
Talkin’ ’bout the shit I learned, the streets, they gave me knowledge (Yeah)
See, I saw a nigga get killed back when I was a toddler, yeah
So how I’m ‘posed to love, girl? See the mula, it got longer, but my mind, it got wider
That’s why you ain’t want me to wear no condom
Now tell me what’s that about? Yeah
I talk to bitches even when you right here
I text ’em in then room when we layin’ right next to each other
I try my best just to hug her with my fingers crossed
‘Cause I know deep down inside, I am really doing wrong (Yeah), yeah
I done f*cked all her friends, all her enemies too
I think her mama even feelin’ me too
You got a million excuse
When you broke, I just bought me a Richard Mille and this shit cost a deuce, yeah
Summertime, top off
But all my seats, they all made of goose
I’m not embarrassed, she sucked my dick and I did not feel a tooth
I got a lot to lose, but I lost all my moods (Yeah)
Ever since she f*cked that nigga that’s older than Snoop
But I can’t blame her because
Babygirl had to get her bills paid
They was up and I got my meals late
Don’t give a f*ck, nigga, I still feel great
I still feel weight
Man, I’m touchin’ on your hand and you still don’t feel me
Damn
It’s just a lullaby, yeah
Ometimes you just gotta say bye
(I don’t wanna die young, I don’t wanna die young), yeah
(Put me on my side)
Picture me, broke as shit (What?)
Not gettin’ money, shit, I’d probably be hittin’ licks (Yeah)
Probably be flippin’ bricks (Yeah)
Probably be pimpin’ chicks (Yeah)
I don’t know, nigga, I’d probably be a hitter or somethin’
We kill niggas for like fifty G’s (Flex)
I got that nigga hit for a ten piece (Yeah)
They shot that nigga broad day, he was boxed in
See, in Philadelphia, you know I’m really locked in
Now that boy got a shit-bag on some box-ins
Shit, man, we kill for fun
Got a problem with him?

Love & Death – Down Lyrics

[Intro]
Down down, buried beneath
I feel like I’m running out of time, running out of time
Down down, make me believe
I want you to show me I’m alive, show me I’m alive
[Verse 1]
I have seen the slow disaster
Wreckage of my life
Silence before and nothing after
Echoing inside, I confess
[Pre-Chorus]
I lied for this
I died for this
[Chorus]
Down, down, buried beneath (down, down)
I feel like I’m running out of time, running out of time
Down, down, make me believe (down, down)
I want you to show me I’m alive, show me I’m alive
[Post-Chorus]
Life, Life, Life
[Verse 2]
I am just a sole survivor
Of self inflicted wounds
Shadows hide the dying embers
Burning out too soon
[Pre-Chorus]
I lied for this
I died for this
[Chorus]
Down, down, buried beneath (down, down)
I feel like I’m running out of time, running out of time
Down, down, make me believe (down, down)
I want you to show me I’m alive, show me I’m alive
[Bridge]
Show me, show me DOWN
Show me, show me DOWN
DOWN, DOWN
BURIED
[Chorus]
Down, down, buried beneath (down, down)
I feel like I’m running out of time, running out of time
Down, down, make me believe (down, down)
I want you to show me I’m alive, show me I’m alive
[Outro]
I lied for this (Down, down, buried beneath)
I died for this (Down, down buried beneath)
Down, down, buried beneath (down, down)
I feel like I’m running out of time, show me I’m alive

Nav – Pickney Lyrics

(Woo, oh)
I’m from Rexdale, the Southside, I represent it (Woah, oh)
Put a bounty on your head, I’m payin’ full percentage (Woah, oh)
Brown boy from the six, I get them sticks inside the city (Woah, oh)
Porsche GT3, with frog eyes, it got her kiddin’ (Woo, oh)
Abusin’ all these substances, I’m beatin’ up my kidneys (Woah, oh)
Rollin’ with the rastas, takin’ shots, I took a pickney (Woah, oh)
One-man army, I don’t care who shootin’ with me (Woah, oh)
Familiar with designer, pick my size, I know it fit me (Woah, oh)
Three hunnid for the coupe, I got some Forgis, cop me sixty (Woah, oh)
12 pull me over, they gon’ find it if they frisk me (Damn, Wheezy outta here)
Demons let hollow tips spit (Brr)
Clean your block like a toothpick (Let’s go)
I think you a opp, the shoe fit (Oh, oh)
You get stained, walkin’ outta cool kicks (Phew, phew, phew, phew)
XO ’til I overdose, you play you gettin’ sprayed at
Abel gotta be a nice guy but I don’t play that
Smoke inside my city, I’m the first to know the word
Linked up with Freebandz, now we got the birds (Wheezy outta here)
Signed with XO, I had to turn down Atlantic
Interscope flew me out to meet and I abandoned
I’m the last one, you can’t pull no fast one on me
Paid off my advance, I’ma cash out on me (Yeah)
Stand up for my people, I’m the G.O.A.T
Everythin’ cash, I don’t pay no note
I got four pockets full like Baby
When I link with Wheezy, we get wavy (Wheezy outta here)
Hit ’em in the leg, don’t try to fade me
If I show up to the function, gotta pay me
Draft pickin’, model bitches tryna date me
Broke boys in my city, they don’t rate me
I get evil, I got lots of demons, they on go
Poster boy for all my people, I got all the votes
Had to see my brother throw his life away for dope
Hit a lick for twenty bitch, and I ain’t got no dope (Wheezy outta here)
I’m f*ckin’ with the big dawgs, you gon’ get you kidnapped
Where your mama? They gon’ send some shots where she live at
I ain’t turned into a real one ’cause I been that
Paranoid, I will never drop where my pin at
I go water like Fiji, baguettes in the face, yeah, I make it look easy
Choppa with a drum, make ’em dance like Breezy
OTF, twin in Chiraq, I link with BD’s
Levitatin’ off the pills, I’m defyin’ physics
Paranoid, somebody knockin’ at the door, who is it? (Woo, oh)
I’m from Rexdale, the Southside, I represent it (Woah, oh)
Put a bounty on your head, I’m payin’ full percentage (Woah, oh)
Brown boy from the six, I get them sticks inside the city (Woah, oh)
Porsche GT3, with frog eyes, it got her kiddin’ (Woo, oh)
Abusin’ all these substances, I’m beatin’ up my kidneys (Woah, oh)
Rollin’ with the rastas, takin’ shots, I took a pickney (Woah, oh)
(Damn, Wheezy outta here) (Wheezy outta here)
Levitatin’ off the pills, I’m defyin’ physics
Paranoid, somebody knockin’ at the door, who is it?

Rich The Kid & Youngboy Never Broke Again – Automatic Lyrics

[Intro]
(DY Krazy)
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
All these foreigns automatic
They know where we come from, now they see us livin’ lavish
And I done fell in love with all that money, I wan’ marry it
My niggas in the feds, they almost had it, they was grabbin’ it
Fresher than a manic
All this money make you panic
She don’t wanna lose her soul
All for these racks, she let me have it
[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I bring them cars out, nigga
I made it straight up out them trenches
Ever since go all I win, VVS’s in all our fits
I get shawty Chanel filled with vintage
I ain’t know she a ball out spеnder
When I see it, no waitin’, I’m divin’ in it
If you want it, you got it, don’t do the lеndin’
In the back of the back with the richest lender
I got fifty, neverless taking out the glizzy
Got the latest yo-yo with them bodies in it
From the front of the yard like it’s [?], man
From the top of the bleed I can spot a man
You know that I’m on it, you know that I’m holdin’ it
Ain’t no way, if you play I’ma pop a nigga
I ain’t doin’ no time, forever I’m chosen
Quit throwin’ them B’s with a hundred pistols
Boy Quando my nigga, forever we rollin’
Got my sweater right now, business [?]
I done ran it way up, nigga, I’m fully loaded
Bitch, I pull up, nigga
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Rich The Kid]
Fresher than a manic (Manic, oh, oh, oh)
All this money make you panic (Oh)
She don’t wanna lose her soul
All for these racks, she let me have it (She let me have it, yeah, yeah)
All these foreigns automatic (—matic)
They know where we come from, now they see us livin’ lavish
And I done fell in love with all that money, I wan’ marry it (Hell yeah)
My niggas in the feds, they almost had it, they was grabbin’ it (Grabbin’ it, woo)
[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Money automatic, racks, I gotta have it (Racks)
Talk about the cash, I’m a f*cking addict (What?)
And your bitch on my dick, she a dick fanatic (Dick fanatic)
She flexin’ but might just be acrobatic (Principle)
I’ma ball out with it (Ball out)
Don’t need a rubber, she comin’ with it
She a freak ass bitch, let three hit it (Let three hit it)
Pull up in the Lamb’, that’s three-fifty (No cap)
All these foreigns in my yard, she gon’ f*ck me in the car
‘Cause she know that I’m a sta-a-a-ar
Kill the p*ssy, I’ma stab it (Stab it)
See the money, gotta grab it (Woo)
You do too much hatin’, that’s a bad habit (Rich)
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Rich The Kid]
Fresher than a manic (Manic, oh, oh, oh)
All this money make you panic (Oh)
She don’t wanna lose her soul
All for these racks, she let me have it (She let me have it, let me have it)
All these foreigns automatic
They know where we come from, now they see us livin’ lavish (Lavish)
And I done fell in love with all that money, I want to marry it
My niggas in the feds, they almost had it, they was grabbin’ it (Grabbin’ it)

Future & Lil Uzi Vert – She Never Been To Pluto Lyrics

Order up a shooter and I pull up a sniper
My bro pull up and he shootin’ the rifle
We smash out and swerve in the Viper
My jacket made out of tiger (Rawr)
My cars made out carbon fiber (Yeah)
Foreign whip, pull up beside you (Foreign)
Bitch, we done shot up the opps (The opps)
Them niggas dead on arrival (Baow)
[Verse 2: Future & Lil Uzi Vert]
Might as well go outer space on these hoes
Might as well go outer space (How?)
Tell me when you ready, yeah
Tell me when you ready, yeah (Go)
Push the Rolls-Royce like a Chevy (Skrrt)
And I got a horse like Billy Ray Cyrus (Skrrt, skrrt)
Bando to bando to bando
I’m havin’ a seizure with the Draco, slidin’ (Brrt)
Young ‘dem came through and sprayed up the spot
You hear, “Kaboom,” on me, then you hear sirens
Runnin’ the road like Boston, Georgia, Diego, I can’t hide it (Freebandz)
Started out runnin’ with the goonies, now I got no stylist, a nigga stylish
Should’ve put your bitch in the boonies where you can’t find her, ’cause when we find her (Go)
I know I’m goin’ bezerko, that’s for-sure-ski, look at my shirt (For-sure-ski)
I know I’m goin’ satin and silk Hermés on my curtains, yeah
Bustdown baguettes, put on my wrist and my chest, I’m getting so wet, hey
Comin’ correct, you already know how niggas comin’, the drum hold a fifth (Woo)
Turn up, yeah, gotta keep that track (Turn up)
Tell me when you’re ready, yeah
Diamonds all baguetties, yeah
Got a bad-ass bitch, yeah (Woo)
I just took her from a lame (Yeah)
Chopped her like hedges
I line that shit up like edges (Line ’em up)
I wrap the bill up like a presi’
I got my side bitch tryna go steady
I put these carats on my ring
Ain’t tryna marry no bitch ’til I’m ready
Man, that pretty lil’ shit, I done stabbed in it
Hit the dougie in it, then I dabbed in it
A stallion draped in medallion, but her Ferrari Italian
I’m out of here, all the way out of here
Baby Pluto all the way out of here
I’m stylin’ you, baby, I’m stylin’ you
Lacing you up in designer gear
I’m proud of you, nigga, you droppin’ them bodies
You get you a Bird membership
A gang of niggas gon’ go up when I go up
I can’t forget ’em (Gang) Weak in my legs, with your bitch, yeah
f*ck on your ho and she givin’ me head
After I’m done, put that lil’ bitch to bed, heard what I said? [Intro]
(Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert & Future]
Kick a bitch out like toodles (Toodles)
Lobster on my plate, came a long way from noodles (From noodles)
My pockets gettin’ bigger than a sumo (Woah)
Baby Sasuke, whippin’ up Naruto (‘Ruto)
Clap it up, give a young nigga kudos (Kudos)
I remember I was with your bitch, she was coolin’, yeah (Yeah)
She was kickin’ shit with me like judo (Judo)
Knock it out the park, home run, Albert Pujols (Yeah)
She ain’t never never been to Pluto, yeah (Woah)
Young nigga stay in the same drama
f*ckin’ on another nigga baby mama (Eh)
Got a hood bitch named Shayanna (Yeah)
Got a Draco, the A with the K out it (Yeah)
I shoot the three like I’m Ray Allen (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, the trap, I can’t stay out it, uh (Oh, yeah)
My niggas, they used to pray out it, yeah
We got lot of bands, I turned to a bandit, yeah
I just popped a half and I’m not landin’, yeah
I just know she bad and she too savage (Yeah)
Everything I do is outstanding (Yeah)
Everything on me Balenci’ (Balenci’)
Balenci’, Balenci’, Balenci (Let’s go, let’s go)
Balenci’, Balenci’, Balenci (Balenci’, Balen’)
This Rollie don’t do no tick-ticky (No ticky)
My diamonds hit back like a frisbee (Frisbee)
And none of my bitches is picky (Picky)
Pat in love with my coupe like it’s Missy (Woah)
I might just go cop a new cul-de-sac
f*ck on your bitch and put that ho to bed
These niggas broke, no, they don’t got no bread (Yeah)
I done carried the game, I ain’t weak in my legs (I carried the game)
What?

2 Chainz – Feel A Way Lyrics (feat. Brent Faiyaz & Kanye West)

(What?)
How they get us so, what? Me and Dame in the studio, diamond up (What up Dame?)
Me and Biggs in the studio, time is up (What up Biggs?)
Woo, and I bet they feel a way
Thirteen thousand acres, I don't know where to stay (Southside)
[Chorus: Brent Faiyaz & 2 Chainz]
A nigga never learned to save (Yeah, uh)
I be ballin' anyway (I be ballin' any)
God don't make no mistakes (Respect it)
God don't make no mistakes (Boom, boom)
A nigga never learned to save (Yeah, uh)
I be ballin' anyway (I be ballin' anyway)
God don't make no mistakes
This life is give-and-take (Boom, boom)
(Southside)
[Outro]
(MWA Music) When Larry Jackson called, they let Frank Ocean go
Middle name Mandela, me and momma sold dope together
I can't hear you Helen Keller, since fifteen I've been a felon
A felon can vote, spread the message, exhale accapella
I still throw my diamond up, oh you still reppin' Roc-A-Fella? You think you Nat Turner, what you want the folks to know? (Mind)
How they control us though? So emotional? [Intro: 2 Chainz]
Okay
Alright
[Chorus: Brent Faiyaz & 2 Chainz]
A nigga never learned to save
I be ballin' anyway (I be ballin' any)
God don't make no mistakes
God don't make no mistakes (Boom, boom)
A nigga never learned to save
I be ballin' anyway (Yeah, swish)
God don't make no mistakes
This life is give-and-take
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Needed somethin' wavy to get my point across (Yeah)
I work for myself so I guess I work for a boss
Look up at the scoreboard and tell you who took the loss
Aim it at your Adam's apple, turn it to apple sauce
El captain turned Peter’s street into a Motorcross (Skrrt)
Last one with Def Jam but I'm still goin' off (I'm still goin' off)
And it ain't about my masters, I'vе been ownin' mine
Had the wifey mad at mе 'cause I know Farrakhan (Boom)
And you know this is a hit, Barry Bonds
And my shawty gonna ride me like a peloton (Ride)
Sophomore year I sold more crack than a windshield (Shit)
Dunk contest, jump over Lam' and did a windmill (Jump)
They ask me how I feel, I told 'em, "Never better" (Better)
Smokin' on opp, I roll more L's than Peli Peli
I stay fly, yes I'm fly, land on Mike Pence
I do some stupid shit, don't let 'em dawg me like Mike Vick
[Chorus: Brent Faiyaz & 2 Chainz]
A nigga never learned to save (Yeah, uh)
I be ballin' anyway (I be ballin' anyway)
God don't make no mistakes (Respect it)
This life is give-and-take (Boom, boom)
(Southside)
[Verse 2: Kanye West & 2 Chainz]
Don't let 'em make you feel a way
Could've freed more if they only knew that they was slaves (Slaves, slaves, slaves)
Man, we gotta get away
Man, your boy done caught a wave
You should hear the way I say (Southside)
Talk, talk, talk to them people
Man, you don't even know the language
Man, I ain't finna do no lame shit
This a yacht and that's a long way from a slaveship
How they control our mind?

Pop Evil – Breathe Again Lyrics

Letting go, I feel alive
I can finally breathe again
Standing on my own two feet again
Learning that my scars won’t bleed again
Mistakes I couldn’t undo, try to destroy you
I can finally breathe again
Breathe again
Breathe again
Breathe again I can finally breathe again
Buried and burdened, my patience was gone
Blinded, my vision was wrong
Head underwater in waves I could see
I found the strength in me, the strength in me
Get up, get up
I can finally breathe again
Standing on my own two feet again
Learning that my scars won’t bleed again
Mistakes I couldn’t undo, try to destroy you
I can finally breathe again
I can finally breathe again
It’s getting darker, numbing the pain inside
Feels like forever, all the times I’ve tried
To be myself, break the chains, no one ever sees
I found the strength in me
I can finally breathe again
Standing on my own two feet again
Learning that my scars won’t bleed again
Mistakes I couldn’t undo, try to destroy you
I can finally breathe again
Breathe again
Letting go of the weight inside
Can we give this another try?