Astrid S – Closer lyrics

Closer, pulling me closer
Closer, I want you closer
Tell her, tell her that it’s over
Now we’re closer
Closer
So I’m keeping my eyes off you
When she put her hands on you
But later that night we do it again
I’m keeping my mind off you
When she got her body on you
But later that night we do it again
Closer, pulling me closer
Closer, pulling me closer
Closer, I want you closer
Tell her, tell her that it’s over
Now we’re closer
Closer
Tell her, tell her that it’s over
Now we’re closer
Closer In the beginning you were a stranger
But my outlines were drawn to the danger
And once I had taste of your flavour
Mhm, closer
So I’m keeping my eyes off you
When she put her hands on you
But later that night we do it again
I’m keeping my mind off you
When she got her body on you
But later that night we do it again
Closer, pulling me closer
Closer, I want you closer
Tell her, tell her that it’s over
Now we’re closer
Closer
I think we both know that you should tell her
Kiss of my perfume is still on your sweater
This is the last time
It’s for the better
Mhm, closer
Walking that door
When every part of me is reaching for you
With no apology
I know everybody hurts
But this base makes it worse
What can I do to have you again?

KYLE – Hey Julie lyrics

(Don’t lie)
Your little brother think I am so fly
Hey Julie (Yeah), I used to rap about the toolie, that’s old me (Yeah)
Now I gotta go and see my jeweler, an oldie (Yeah)
Playin’ Sega Genesis like now I put in OT
Ayy (Wait), do you get it, OT Genasis (Yeah)
All these happy raps, SuperDuperBoat invented this (Yeah)
Ayy, I know that you hate this (Yeah)
I’m fuckin’ on your mistress (Yeah)
Eat her like a biscuit (Yeah)
Tick, tick, tick, but my rollie don’t tock
Young smart black nigga, finna buy some stock
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Hey Julie, heard you got that wet, wet, wet
Something for my neck, neck, neck
Hey Julie, heard you got that drip, got that drip
Something for my wrist, for my wrist
Hey Julie
Ooh, hey Julie
Hey Julie
Ooh, hey Julie Lil Boat
KYLE and Lil Boat
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Hey Julie, heard you got that wet, wet, wet
Something for my neck, neck, neck
Hey Julie, heard you got that drip, got that drip
Something for my wrist, for my wrist
Hey Julie
Ooh, hey Julie
[Verse 1: KYLE]
(I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it)
Yeah, hey Julie, heard you got that drip, drip, drip, drip
Yeah, something for my wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
Paparazzi sound like flick, flick, flick, flick (Flick flick, flick flick)
Nikon, I’m an Icon like Will Smith kid, yeah
Me and Yachty, that’s a layup
My old life, hasta luego
Woah, I told Spanish mami, vete aqui, woah
Yeah, gold in my mouth, I don’t talk cheap (No)
Yeah, these bitches used to make fun of my teeth (Woo)
Now they crusty, AC busted, house 100 degrees, ha
Yo, that’s fucked up, but oh well, she’s an asshole
Told her no sweat, she can chill in my castle
This shit was so fire, Yachty had to run it back though
‘Bout to write a chain off on my tax though
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Hey Julie, heard you got that wet, wet, wet
Something for my neck, neck, neck
Hey Julie, heard you got that drip, got that drip
Something for my wrist, for my wrist
Hey Julie
Ooh, hey Julie
Hey Julie
Ooh, hey Julie
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I got it, I got it, I got it
Hey Julie, how I act a fool with the jewelry
Ayy, I can read your mind like a story
Julie, why you gotta lie, gotta lie? [Intro: Lil Yachty]
Yeah!

Casey Veggies – 100 Times Lyrics

money on my mind
I love the grind, you gotta put in work to shine
All them bands make her dance, she gon’ fall in love
[Verse 2]
Real shit all in my quotes, you just and rhyme
We selling candy by the pound, I ain’t flip no dime
I was tryna look at life from a different side
My momma dropped me at the lab, I can’t waste no time
I’m grinding hard, she wanna wine and dine
Yeah my chick super bad and she super fine
Running laps around these niggas, I can’t let ’em [?]
In the trap with the team going on a run
That money [?] yeah it’s never done
I put in overtime, that guarantee the bread’ll come
Leave the guns, we partying and we having fun
It’s too many hoes for niggas tryna fight for none
To be the boss you gotta spend the funds
I had to take a couple losses then went number one
Yeah, we kept on going til we got it done
That’s on my name, all that pain made me 1 and 1
[Chorus]
Yeah, I can do this shit 100 times
Love the grind, slept on me
Now the summer’s mine
Make a bad chick wait in line
Yeah I got side tracked, now it’s my time
I can do this shit 100 times
Feel like [?] money on my mind
I love the grind, you gotta put in work to shine
All them bands make her dance, she gon’ fall in love
[Outro]
Aw man, aw man money on my mind
I love the grind, you gotta put in work to shine
All them bands make her dance, she gon’ fall in love
[Verse 1]
I heard you speaking on the king, what you mean
I make a player split it with the team by any means
Smoking mid this shit ain’t what it seems or what you think
Wu-Tang Clan young niggas get the cream, get the cream
Shorty pulled up on me then she took her clothes off
She said I go hard and her last nigga so soft
All this pressure on me something to take the load off
I ain’t nothing like these niggas, I can fold up
Shorty chose up, I’m like baby hold up
Few shots of that .42 and she gon’ [?]
Looking at a penthouse view [?]
Looking at the game we bout to have it [?] up
[Chorus]
Yeah, I can do this shit 100 times
Love the grind, slept on me
Now the summer’s mine
Make a bad chick wait in line
Yeah I got side tracked, now it’s my time
I can do this shit 100 times
Feel like Weezy F. [Chorus]
Yeah, I can do this shit 100 times
Love the grind, slept on me
Now the summer’s mine
Make a bad chick wait in line
Yeah I got side tracked, now it’s my time
I can do this shit 100 times
Feel like Weezy F.

Jon Bellion – Seeing Stars Lyrics

we jump in)
Iv’e been getting ready, thinking about you in the mirror
Tryna’ get some time alone to see me clearer
Hey, Everyday will be our birthday
(birthday)
I want you in the worse way
(worse way)
I see you’re something special, and i’m trying to get
You don’t notice me but your girlfriends see me as a brick
Cuz’ i’m one for the books, take a long hard look
(we happ-, we happ-, we happy)
Chorus [Jon Bellion]
You got me seeing stars
Ooh, i’m so sprung, I think I loved one
(eh oh, eh oh, eh oh)
You got me seeing stars
Yeah your’e so fine, i’m on cloud nine
(eh oh, eh oh, eh oh)
You- You got me seeing stars
Cuz’ my head spun, like I drank too much oh-um yeah
(eh oh, eh oh, eh oh)
You got me seeing stars
Help me down, from this cloud
(eh oh, eh oh, eh oh, eh oh, eh oh)
Bridge [Jon Bellion]
Oh, if you want her worse then he does say, hey
(eh oh, oh oh, eh oh)
Fellas, if you want her worse then he do-es say
(eh oh, eh oh, eh oh)
(Oh, If you want her worse then he does say-ay-ey-yeah)
(eh oh, eh oh, eh oh)
Oh, If you want her worse then he does, then he does, then he does
Then you got this
Outro:
[Jon Bellion]
You got me seeing stars
[Unidentified Voice]
Now put your hands up, on my waist, uh
[Jon Bellion]
You got me seeing stars
[Unidentified Voice]
It’s scraping against your leg, on my junk on my leg
[Jon Bellion]
Ooh, You got me seeing stars
[Unidentified Voice]
Now put your hands up, on my waist, uh
[Jon Bellion]
You got me seeing stars
[Unidentified Voice]
It’s scraping against your leg, on my junk on my leg we jump in
(What’s the big deal in your spaceship? Chorus [Jon Bellion]
You got me seeing stars
Ooh, i’m so sprung, I think I loved one
(eh oh, eh oh, eh oh)
You got me seeing stars
Yeah your’e so fine, i’m on cloud nine
(eh oh, eh oh, eh oh)
You- You got me seeing stars
Cuz’ my head spun, like I drank too much oh-um yeah
(eh oh, eh oh, eh oh)
You got me seeing stars
Help me down, from this cloud
(eh oh, eh oh, eh oh, eh oh, eh oh)
Verse 1 [Jon Bellion]
And iv’e just been stuck here trying to get a grip
(get a grip, get a grip, get a grip)
And iv’e just been daydreaming about your lips
(about your lips, about your lips, about your lips)
Ooh, you make me feel like iv’e been up in space
(up in space, up in space, up in space)
(On earth)
They’ve been looking for me, but iv’e been gone without a trace
(without a trace, without a trace, thout’ a, thout’ a, thouht’ a…)
Chorus [Jon Bellion]
You got me seeing stars
Ooh, i’m so sprung, I think I loved one
(eh oh, eh oh, eh oh)
You got me seeing stars
Yeah your’e so fine, i’m on cloud nine
(eh oh, eh oh, eh oh)
You- You got me seeing stars
Cuz’ my head spun, like I drank too much oh-um yeah
(eh oh, eh oh, eh oh)
You got me seeing stars
Help me down, from this cloud
(eh oh, eh oh, eh oh, eh oh, eh oh)
Verse 2 [Jon Bellion]
From the person you are to your body
You know who you are, yeah you got me
From the person you are to your body
You know who you are, yeah you got me
From the way I feel, I don’t have time for fronting
Keep it real, I don’t ’bout you, been wondering
What’s the big deal in your spaceship?

Juice WRLD – Let’s Go Lyrics

[Intro]
She’ll kill me if she heard it (kill me if she heard it)
Aye bitch you kill me
She’ll kill me if she heard I was poppin’ ecstasy
She’ll kill me if she heard I was poppin’ ecstasy
[Verse 1]
She’ll kill me if she heard I was poppin’ ecstasy
Or a fat mean Madison but I been stressin’ out
Imma blame it on the government yeah it’s the men again
They treat us niggas just like manikins we just get tossed around
Even when a nigga president they still gon’ fuck around
Bein’ sober is an understatement but it’s overrated
I’m smokin’ ’till my eyes are bleedin’ and my head is blazin’
I’m poppin’ till my hands are shakin’ and my heart is racin’ yeah
I need molly molly molly let’s get wasted yeah (yeah)
I felt the temperature drop I hear what you sayin’ and I understand
I get it I get it I know I should stop, I need a way to get back to the top
I need a way to get outta this slump
I need a way to get way out and stay out and build up a layout to fuck up the world
I go political for the publicity imma get ignorant just for the industry
I get chaotic to match all the chaos and imma get radical just for my enemies
Fuck it I’m fucked up I know it I know it
Lookin’ like what in the fuck’s gotten into me
I said the hennesy mixed with the remmies the remedy
Look at your boy doin’ chemistry
[Refrain}
This shit is so fuckin’ sick
Change the world type shit
Screamin’ fuck everything you feel me
You gotta live your life like, like it’s yours ya feel me
Don’t give a fuck about nothin’ bro just do you
[Chorus]
Imma turn up till I can’t do it no more
Imma fuck her till I can’t do it no more
This is real life this is not a promo
Imma fuck the world up nigga let’s go
Nigga let’s go, nigga let’s go
We gon’ fuck the world up nigga let’s go
Nigga let’s go, nigga let’s go
We gon’ fuck the world nigga let’s go
[Verse 2]
Perfect I’m gon’ pop a percocet
Imma pour me up some purple shit to find some perfectness
I mean all these niggas clowns take ’em to the circuses
And I swear this case is closed like the fuckin’ curtains is
That nigga said I don’t play but you be on your actin’ shit
I got brothas movin’ packages and poppin’ Xe mints
Want that work they give it to you ain’t no fuckin’ estimate
I been shittin’ shittin’ shittin’ on ’em hear my excrement, yeah
[Chorus]
Imma turn up till I can’t do it no more
Imma fuck her till I can’t do it no more
This is real life this is not a promo
Imma fuck the world up nigga let’s go
Nigga let’s go, nigga let’s go
We gon’ fuck the world up nigga let’s go
Nigga let’s go, nigga let’s go
We gon’ fuck the world nigga let’s go

Meek Mill – Cold Hearted ll Lyrics

A green piece of paper can turn you to a hater
When you can’t bring up one time you returned me for a favor
So I play these niggas real close, talkin’ closer than my neighbors
‘Cause I know the signs when niggas switch sides, catch them vapors
[Chorus]
Used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty
Scream, “Ride or die,” I thought you would ride with me
Found out you was jealous, you wouldn’t even grind with me
And when I copped the 6 you wanted the 550
Used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty
Scream, “Ride or die,” I thought you would ride with me
Found out you was jealous, you wouldn’t even grind with me
And when I copped the 6 you wanted the 550
[Outro]
See, I look at it like this
What I’m supposed to spend a thousand nights in the studio rappin’ my lights out? Don’t you know? Don’t you know? [Intro: The Weeknd]
Woah, don’t you, baby, hey
It won’t matter, baby
Don’t you know? Woah, don’t you, baby, hey
It won’t matter, baby
Don’t you know? And niggas wanted the smoke, you said, “Stand down,” uh
Cold heart, never get cold feet when the pressure come
It was beef, I had to tell niggas, “You better come”
Sister said they gettin’ over, it’s like you lettin’ them
Some shit I had to learn my lesson from, uh
Checkin’ in, checkin’ out, I just had to check you out
2012, it was 50 niggas when I’m steppin’ out
Forgot the time you asked me for a check and I ain’t lived it out
I ain’t even know you was upset, this what this shit about? [Verse]
Uh, make it out the hood, they say you Hollywood
How dare you niggas tell me that I got it good
Gotta check and treat these niggas like I’m Robin Hood
When it was time to stand up for me, see, nobody stood
And I was lookin’ at you niggas, all the ones I fed
Had me grindin’ all them nights you was going to bed
And if I think I owe you something, nigga gon’ ahead
Treat you like I never knew you, put it on your head
And I got Papi on my line like, ‘When you comin’ home?’
My mama see it in my face, she know that somethin’ wrong
Bodies droppin’ in my city all summer long
Out on bail but I still gotta keep somethin’ on
‘Cause I can’t let ’em take my life, you might get left you make that right
When he got left it wasn’t right, but he was tryna live that life
I call up Coon to book that jet, we like three deep, we take that flight
Used to land in California to play that studio all night, we stayin’ down
For the love of them millions, ain’t layin’ down
Left you in the hood, what you sayin’ now? Goin’ city to city, can’t take my son to school when I want to, can’t see my mama, my family when I want to
They give a nigga my money, they act like he hangin’ with me
I ain’t ever been sweet
Far as I can remember, every time I went to jail I had to stand up in that bitch by myself
I ain’t never even think about a nigga callin’ my baby mama to pick my son up to take him to the movies
Go play basketball while I’m doin’ this time in the cell
Actin’ like I owe you somethin’
See, it hurt my heart to see some of my closest friends turn their back on me about that attention needle
Or a green piece of paper with a slave master on the front of that shit
I used to hear niggas, niggas that I was feedin’, I heard ’em whisperin’, “Meek Mill finished”
I was like, “And damn, I was feedin’ you, bro”
All I did was keep grindin’
Through the storm, nigga, I’m like Derrick Rose on a 50-point night on a daily basis, nigga
For the love of the millions, royalty over loyalty, never get it confused
I got real friends and family that’ll never turn their back on me for the love of the money
I got a homie that’s doin’ life—he can’t offer me no money, he can’t offer me nothin’ but a friendship and a relationship
I talk to him seven days a week
So don’t come to me talkin’ ’bout no money shit, nigga
So if you feel some type of way about my money, we goin’ to the furthest extent to protect that plate that goes in front of my son on the table, nigga
One love to all my family and friends that stayed down through all the madness
While I had to sacrifice and put it all on the line
One time for my mom and sister that never changed on me, even before I had money
Ride or die, no matter what
Dreamchasers for life, you dig? Uh, I told niggas stop askin’ me where niggas at
If you don’t see ’em in the pictures with me, that mean they faded away
I got my niggas out dissin’ myself, fun, we love each other, it’s all love but everybody can’t make it
Niggas wanna burn a bridge and expect you to send a yacht, huh? Where they do that at?

Meek Mill – Championships Lyrics

‘Cause we carry a gun
And every nigga in my neighborhood carryin’ one
‘Cause we had nightmares of our mamas got to bury her son
I’m speakin’ to you as a prophet as rare as they come, uh
Gunshots sound like music hangin’ out the Buick
Why you wanna be a shooter? [Intro]
Yeah, uh
[Verse 1]
All the young’uns in my hood popping percs now
Gettin’ high to get by, it’s gettin’ worse now
You gotta tell ’em put them guns and the percs down
Them new jails got ten yards in ’em and that’s your first down, uh
And I ain’t come here to preach
I just had to say somethin’ ’cause I’m the one with the reach
Youngin’ gotta quarter ounce, he tryna turn into Meech
Ain’t had no daddy, he’s had to learn from the streets
I used to be a honor roll student, damn
Then I turned to a beast
The first time I seen a nigga get some blood on his sneaks
He had on Air Max 93s but was slumped in the street
His mama cryin’, that did somethin’ to me, oh Lord
The shit I’m doin’ for my hood I won’t get an award
I used to sell Reggie, damn how’ I get to the Forbes? I take a shot, if I miss I’m gettin’ them boards
Ain’t quittin’ no more, like give me some more
We wearing Old Navy, it felt like Christian Dior
Was dead broke but rich in soul, was we really that poor? Mama told me not to do it but I did it
Now I’m locked up in a prison
Callin’ mama like I shouldn’t have did it
Watch my dream shatter in an instant
I’m on a visit posin’ for the picture
Like I’m going for my prom or somethin’
Like I ain’t facing time or somethin’
Ridin’ for these niggas like that shit ain’t hurt my mom or somethin’
Only one gon’ get me commissary or even buy me somethin’
When it all fall down
I can call y’all now
Even if I hit your phone
That won’t get me home
Seen so many different times , these niggas did me wrong
Shit that’s the reason that I did this song
[Verse 2]
Shit we was kids used to play on the step
A couple years later we flirtin’ with the angel of death
I was eleven years old, I got my hands on the TEC
When I first touched it that shit gave me a rush
My homie’s dying I’m like “Maybe we next”
That just made me a threat
Knowin’ the niggas smoke my daddy it just made me upset
Made me a man shit I was five when God gave me my test
Go to court with a court appointed and he won’t say he objects
Now it’s you against the state and you ain’t got no cake
Jail overpopulated they ain’t got no space
I know a young’un that got murked ain’t get to drive no Wraith
But he in the hearse on the way to church, I know his mom gon’ faint
When she smell like embalment fluid, cologne all on her baby
Pastor said he sendin’ you home, she goin’ crazy
When they drop that casket all in the ground, who gon’ save me? When I’m tryna stay alive and just survive and beat them odds when niggas die by twenty-five
When I stop fearin’ for my life, when I decide to change my mind And stop totin’
Tryna smoke the pain away, they lock us up for smoking
Put ’em on probation, lock ’em up if you ain’t perfect
Victims of the system like a rain drop in the ocean
They closin’ all the schools and all the prisons gettin’ open
[Outro]
Yeah
See comin’ from where I come from
We had to beat the streets
Beat the system, beat racism, beat poverty
And now we made it through all that we at the championship How could you blame me? Was we really that dumb?

Meek Mill – Almost Slipped Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ugh, every bitch I’m fuckin’ say they only fuckin’ me
I even bought you diamonds, put you in that double seat
The way you love the game, you couldn’t be in love with me
I work too hard for my name to let a bitch put mud on me
So how can I trust you? (Trust you)
When all the rich niggas fucked you (Fucked you)
Make you my baby, I’d love to (Love to)
You was a dime, but I dubbed you (Dubbed you)
When I first bagged you that shit had me excited
Swimming in that pussy, girl, I swear there’s nothing like it
I got plans to cut you off, I know that you won’t like it
I knew that it would come to this, I seen it like psychic
Turned you to a savage (Savage)
I won’t forget you, you a bad bitch (Bad bitch)
I set you up so you could level up (Level up)
But you was used to being average (Average)
Jumpin’ on jets, you was caught up in the life
They gassed you on Instagram, you caught up in the hype
A ho gon’ be a ho, so ain’t no use for no advice
When you crossed me, you lost me, can’t let you cross me twice
[Chorus]
I almost fell in love with a thottie (Oh)
My dawg said “You got too many bodies” (Ooh)
Girl, that pussy had me like a zombie (Oh)
I gotta pour out my feelings that’s inside me, yeah
What happened in the dark is gon’ come to the light (Come to the light)
Magic from the start, you was fuckin’ me right (Fuckin’ me right)
Treat me like a king baby talk to me nice (Talk to me)
[Verse 2]
You fucking with a ball player and now acting bougie
Seen you out in traffic you act like you never knew me
I just bust out laughing when I seen with you that goofy (Ha)
Savage for that money, you like Ginger from the movie, ooh
I almost fell in love with a ho
I still dream of me fuckin’ you slow
Ass so fat all the stuff from the back
I still watch all our old videos
And I still hear that pussy callin’ (Callin’)
It’s so wet, slippery, it let me fall in
And from the way you treated me, almost went all in (All in)
Had to check your mileage and I started stallin’ (Stallin’)
‘Cause relationships turn into situationships
I know you don’t wanna hear this player shit, but baby I’m made for this
You made your bed, you gotta lay in it
My heart can’t play with this (No)
Gotta save myself before I try to save a bitch (Woah)
I ain’t been cuffing on no hoes and I ain’t gon’ start
Had to protect my wrist, protect my heart (Protect my heart)
Had to protect my wrist, protect my heart
Because this cold game left my heart cold, now I promise it ain’t my fault
[Chorus]
I almost fell in love with a thottie (Oh)
My dawg said “You got too many bodies” (Ooh)
Girl, that pussy had me like a zombie (Oh)
I gotta pour out my feelings that’s inside me, yeah
What happened in the dark is gon’ come to the light (Come to the light)
Magic from the start, you was fuckin’ me right (Fuckin’ me right)
Treat me like a king baby talk to me nice (Talk to me)
[Verse 3]
Ugh, I gotta keep a vest on my heart (On my heart)
You the reason the good women got it hard (Got it hard)
Shit, we was good until our feelings got involved
That’s when I did homework and then I really got involved, oh
Oh, and I don’t know how I’ma go ’bout it
Now a nigga coldhearted, baby, nobody
Get this hard, you suck the soul out me
Found out you a whole thottie
And you got a whole lotta bodies, nobody
No, you let what we had die young (Die young)
And that’s word to low-rider (Low-rider, no, no)
Soon as I thought I got one, I was like
[Chorus]
I almost fell in love with a thottie (Oh)
My dawg said “You got too many bodies” (Ooh)
Girl, that pussy had me like a zombie (Oh)
I gotta pour out my feelings that’s inside me, yeah
What happened in the dark is gon’ come to the light (Come to the light)
Magic from the start, you was fuckin’ me right (Fuckin’ me right)
Treat me like a king baby talk to me nice (Talk to me)

Meek Mill – 24/7 Lyrics

When you see me kneel like Kaepernick, call a reverend
See, I got a milli’ in a stash for a weddin’
If you ready, let me know, ’cause it’s whatever
[Bridge: Ella Mai]
But I know you in the worst way
Yeah, our anniversary
‘Bout to suit up on my birthday
‘Cause I know they keep you thirsty
Ain’t no playin’, this is us
Boy, be gentle, ain’t no rush
365, you’re the only one I trust
No, I can’t get enough
And all my ladies, if you feel me, help me sing it out
Yeah, yeah
I’m talkin’ ’bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday
[Chorus: Ella Mai]
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I’m on my way
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I’ll give it to you night and day
I’m talkin’ ’bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
All day, 24/7
Yeah, all day, 24/7
Oh yeah
[Outro: Beyoncé]
End
What I found out-
I took a vow that from now on
I’m gonna be my own best [Intro: Beyoncé]
End, that’s what I found out
[Chorus: Ella Mai]
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I’m on my way
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I’ll give it to you night and day
I’m talkin’ ’bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
All day, 24/7
Yeah, all day, 24/7
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Uh-huh-uh
Lovin’ the shit out you, fuckin’ the shit out you
For seven days straight, and now I can’t even live without you
And if we ever broke up, I won’t have a kid without you
You forever in my heart, I won’t forget about you
I be crushin’ you on Monday like it’s Wednesday
You pressed about that nigga, what your friends say? Oh, G63 is what your Benz say
I’m so happy you ain’t listen to your friends, babe
You can tell me how you want it, how you need it, I don’t mind
Need you right here by my side, ’cause out of sight is out of mind
And out of spite you hit decline, but I was hype
I hit your line a few more times than you hit back I’m gon’ respond
[Chorus: Ella Mai & Meek Mill]
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I’m on my way (On my way, on my way, woah)
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I’ll give it to you night and day (Night and day, night and day, go)
I’m talkin’ ’bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
All day, 24/7
Yeah, all day, 24/7
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Uh, yeah
You be throwin’ that shit back like it’s a Thursday
I be treatin’ you like everyday your birthday
Them hoes ain’t fuckin’ with you on your worst day
I got you on a new level like what Ferg say
When you fell down, I pick you up
Put on your crown, and lift you up
I put a rock all on your finger, so much ice could push a puck
Heard they feelings ’bout you, baby, tell them hoes I wish ’em luck
Talkin’ relationship goals, this could be us, yuh
24/7, what’s the 411?

Meek Mill – 100 Summers Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I gotta place my rearview when I pull outta the parking lot
‘Cause where I’m from all you niggas die in the parking lot
Get ten seconds on the news, they barely talk about us
You gotta watch the way you move, they’ll make a target outcha
Oh, the Reaper comin’, gotta keep it on me
I told my momma I won’t leave her lonely
Too much drama, get these demons off me
We still at war, I got that thing in arm reach
Fuck what happened
That’s what my momma told me when they caught me with the ratchet
Rather see me in a cell than see me in a casket
I show love to all my fans ’cause I prevail through all this rapping, whoa
I got homies that died young and I miss ’em, tell the truth
I feel like I let ’em down and that’s word to Lil Snupe
I put diamonds in yo face so when they see me they see you
Know they’d kill me in my hood, but I just keep on comin’ through
Still wit’ it, the graveyard throwing a party for all the real niggas
They invited me, but shit I got a meal ticket
When everybody want me to get out we gotta deal wit’ it
[Pre-Chorus]
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I did some things that I had to regret
I say some things I could never forget
The reaper took my homie’s soul, feel like he after me next, oh Lord
[Chorus]
I just wanna ball hunnid summers
Seen too many of my dogs goin’ under
How I made it out alive sometimes I wonder
We been goin’ to war since Contra
[Verse 2]
Grew up ’round them monsters they’ll shoot you in your face
Ain’t used to showin’ no love that’s ’cause we grew up in that hate
Live by the sword, die by the sword way
Tried to make it home, they shot him in the hallway
Tears on my face feel like I be cryin’ blood
Momma won’t see her son again, we call that blind love
I can’t trust these niggas, they’ll get you lined up
Tried to rob me, he got smoke for a Rollie, his time’s up
You gon’ be a killer or a homicide
Make your momma shed a tear before my momma cry
Was young and great, but they still smoked him at the waffle spot
Only God can judge me when when I clutch and let that chopper rock
Feel this shit
I wrote this in blood, this some of my realest shit
They say if he rich as fuck, why he movin’ so militant
‘Cause in my hood it ain’t no love and I know what I’m dealin’ wit’
[Pre-Chorus]
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I did some things that I had to regret
I say some things I could never forget
The reaper took my homie’s soul, feel like he after me next, oh Lord
[Chorus]
I just wanna ball hunnid summers
Seen too many of my dogs goin’ under
How I made it out alive sometimes I wonder
We been goin’ to war since Contra
Oh, yeah yeah

Lil Baby – Time Lyrics

This my strategy
Keep on stackin’ Gs, make ’em proud of me
I went Prada Tees, I went Prada jeans
I want Prada fleece, I’m from poverty
Real talk
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I got six watches, I’m ahead of time
I’m goin’ all out if it’s ’bout mine
I’m gettin’ my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I’m different, I’m one of a kind
Buy her a Birken Bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I’m takin’ charge
Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge [Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Youngin from the project fucked around and got it poppin
I’m like fuck a Maserati, bought my bitch a Bentley truck
G-5 my blood brother he be throwing B’s up
And me, I got Chanel swag, you know I be C’d up
I paid cash for every car, used be the laughing stock
Kept it real, that’s why I don’t flock
Look at me, I’m on the chart
I don’t look down but I’m on top
I don’t entertain any clout
Play with me, you gon’ get shot for real
Now they can’t resist us, hear ’em tryna diss us
Really need to miss us, prolly with your bitch, bruh
I bought her purse off a piece of my endorsement
Richer than my classmates, she know how my kids taste
Now I’m on this cash race, I can’t come in last place
I done finally went legit, accountants, I’m a taxpayer
So you know that mean I’m goin’ hard ’til my last day
Still can get a thousand pounds a week, the gas way
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I got six watches, I’m ahead of time
I’m goin’ all out if it’s ’bout mine
I’m gettin’ my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I’m different, I’m one of a kind
Buy her a Birken Bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I’m takin’ charge
Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Bendin’ through in that Phantom with them sticks, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
All these blues, niggas asking am I Crip yet? (Cuzzo)
Make a move we X you out, ain’t goin’ tic tac (Brrt)
Put a tag on your toe for all that chit chat (Yeah, yeah)
The richest nigga in my city, that’s a big fact (Big fact)
And we don’t do them lil’ planes, we on the big jet (Big jet)
My dawg still movin’ that ‘caine, and he ain’t quit yet (He ain’t quit yet)
I had to tell him when he came, “Don’t bring no bricks back”
Feel like I’m the chosen one (Woah)
Rolls truck, I ordered one (Woah)
I ain’t mean to buy that bitch a watch, but I bought her one (Ah)
Richard Millie cost a quarter milli’, I got more than one (Yeah)
FN on me lighter than a bitch feel like a water gun (Gang)
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I got six watches, I’m ahead of time
I’m goin’ all out if it’s ’bout mine
I’m gettin’ my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I’m different, I’m one of a kind
Buy her a Birken Bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I’m takin’ charge
Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge
[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Livin’ like a pornstar
Rollie, 7 pointers
Opps finna join us but we ain’t switching sides
Neck look like a freezer, ain’t savin’ no skeezer
They gave me a reason, now they gotta die
I don’t want no smoke with you if you don’t want no smoke with me
But dawg if you want smoke with me, we switchin’ shifts, sleep and creep
I did what they couldn’t do, guess that’s why they mad at me
But what’s up with yo vibe, dawg, why she keep on addin’ me?

Lil Baby – Section 8 Lyrics

[Intro]
Wheezy outta here
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Baby]
Went and copped the new plain jane (Plain jane)
Didn’t like it, I bust down (Bust down)
I finesse for another check (Damn)
Hit the bros and we bust down (Bust down)
Now I got my whole ‘partments winning
We got all type of cars, and they ain’t rented (No)
We ain’t cuffin’ no broads, we got plenty (No)
We ain’t taking no bars, we be sippin’ (No)
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin’ in and out
We got them bags runnin’ in and out
Plug on the way, we ain’t seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain’t runnin’ out
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo, Wheezy outta here)
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin’ in and out
We got them bags runnin’ in and out
Plug on the way, we ain’t seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain’t runnin’ out
[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
We got them foreigns outside of the ‘partment
Look like a dealership (Look like a dealership)
Heard he got caught but he just got off
I don’t want no dealings with him (Don’t want no dealings with him)
He just want clout and he don’t want problems
He ain’t no real killer (He ain’t no real killer)
I don’t entertain him, I know we dangerous
I hang with drug dealers (And some real killers), yeah
Hit that lil’ bitch at the spot and I made her feel like we was at the Intercontinental
We workin’, we ridin’ in rentals
We don’t drive the car, ’cause that draw too much attention
My lil’ homie swang the AR, like a guitar
He ain’t never took a picture
Wherever we go, we go hard, they know who we are
Got ’em stoppin’, takin’ pictures
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin’ in and out
We got them bags runnin’ in and out
Plug on the way, we ain’t seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain’t runnin’ out
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo, Wheezy outta here)
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin’ in and out
We got them bags runnin’ in and out
Plug on the way, we ain’t seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain’t runnin’ out
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I parked the Lam’ in the front of this house, though
(I parked the Lam’ in the front of this house, though)
Everything handled, I’m blockin’ ’em out, no
(Everything handled, I’m blockin’ ’em out, no)
Yes, yes, baguettes inside of my eyes, ho
I hop in a foreign everywhere I go, I don’t ride in no Tahoe
Trap spot, sprawled out, sittin’ in front of the back with the whoa
Lot of ammo, oh, I can go to war with the president though
Money hella mold, I want some Louis with some Backwood to roll
I put these racks up to my eyes and they land at my knees, knees, knees
I put the TEC to your rib ’cause I’m havin’ real OCD
I know she be in her feelings when I wipe my dick off and leave
Everyone ’round me got killers and they runnin’ ’round and sippin’ lean
‘Bout to put my dick inside some kidneys and I put some scratches on her knees
I’ma cop 20 Plain Janes, yeah, and I’m passin’ ’em right around (Passin’ it ’round)
Gon’ regret bein’ a gang-banger, yeah, and I took it around the town (Take it ’round the town)
Cuban link big as Wu-Tang, yeah, yeah (Cuban link big as Wu-Tang, yeah)
I’m the new Tity 2 Chainz, yeah, yeah, yeah (I’m the new Tity 2 Chainz, yeah)
Got her whippin’ the Mulsanne (Yeah, yeah)
She done re’d up with new chains (Yeah, yeah)
I been movin’ ’em nuisance (Yeah, yeah)
Turn ’em on to the food chain (Yeah)
Bad Balenci’s, a few stains (Yeah, yeah)
Got baguettes by the bouquet
They compare me with Wu-Tang (Yeah, yeah)
Buy a Benz for the boo thang (Yeah)
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin’ in and out
We got them bags runnin’ in and out
Plug on the way, we ain’t seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain’t runnin’ out
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo, Wheezy outta here)
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin’ in and out
We got them bags runnin’ in and out
Plug on the way, we ain’t seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain’t runnin’ out

Clean Bandit – Playboy Style lyrics

[Verse 1: Charli XCX]
Had a lover undercover, kept it on the low
Said that you meant nothing but my feelings really grew
Not that I regret you but I met you, went insane
Oh, oh, yeah
Didn’t need forever but I needed just a call
Every night at 3 A.M I’m banging on your door
Crying on the marble where we used to fuck ’til dawn
Oh, oh
[Pre-Chorus: Charli XCX]
What you doing to me? (Where was you at?)
Thought we’d have a run, boy
Thought you was the one, boy
But as I’m growing all the wiser I don’t want no young boys (Oh no)
Too many on me and I don’t discriminate (Nope)
Might take that bitch on a dinner date ([?])
Fashion Nova, new collection (Bitch)
[?] on me, I don’t gotta wait (Oh, you mad)
Gotta treat me like a lady (Like a lady)
But I’m still a bhad bhabie (Lady)
[?] texts on texts and I’m sorry it’s Bhabie with XCX
Yeah yeah
[Chorus: Charli XCX]
Fell in love with a bad, bad dude
Playboy style, should’ve seen right through
All my friends, they could see the truth
You never loved me, you never loved me, yeah yeah
It’s so rare for a girl like me
Playboy style, got me fallin’ deep
Did that dirt and I got receipts
You never loved me, you never loved me, yeah yeah
[Bridge: Charli XCX]
Yeah, you said no one was home
Two bodies making shapes with the lights on
I hope she’s what you want, uh
Can’t believe I let a Playboy play me so damn good
Teardrops down the [?] from the girls from Hollywood
Kiss him better, then you leave him, then you hide the truth
Oh, oh, yeah yeah
[Chorus: Charli XCX]
Fell in love with a bad, bad dude
Playboy style, should’ve seen right through
All my friends, they could see the truth
You never loved me, you never loved me, yeah yeah
It’s so rare for a girl like me
Playboy style, got me fallin’ deep
Did that dirt and I got receipts
You never loved me, you never loved me, yeah yeah
[Outro: Charli XCX]
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, La-la-la-la-a
Uh, uh, oh damn
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, La-la-la-la-a [Intro: Charli XCX & Bhad Bhabie]
Uh, oh damn
Uh, uh, oh damn
It’s Clean Bandit
With Charli XCX and Bhad Bhabie, bitch! Used to be a scene from a movie
Now I’m crying tears like a baby
Looking in the mirror, I don’t know me
Oh, yeah yeah
[Chorus: Charli XCX]
Fell in love with a bad, bad dude
Playboy style, should’ve seen right through
All my friends, they could see the truth
You never loved me, you never loved me, yeah yeah
It’s so rare for a girl like me
Playboy style, got me fallin’ deep
Did that dirt and I got receipts
You never loved me, you never loved me, yeah yeah
[Post Chorus: Charli XCX]
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, La-la-la-la-a
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, La-la-la-la-a
[Verse 2: Bhad Bhabie & Charli XCX]
When you making checks on checks they chase you for that dollar bill (What a bitch)
But where the fuck was you when all I had to eat was dollar meals?

Clean Bandit – Nowhere lyrics

[Intro: KYLE]
Mhm-mhm
Yup, yup
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Rita Ora, KYLE]
I still keep thinking that you
Would tell me the truth
But you never do
No, you don’t (No, no)
Should go bought your mirrors and lies
The perfect disguise
Do you pay the price
No, you don’t (No, no)
Yeah, I wish I could go (Wish I could go)
Back to the start
And tell myself that I hold the cards (Don’t go)
I don’t know (Woo)
Why do I follow
When you lead me nowhere? You take the dark road
And baby, I go there
There’s a part of me
Somewhere deep
Down that still believes
That’s why I follow
When you lead me nowhere
Oh my, I just missed my line
Help me, I’m so blind
I just love your lies
How can you blame me? You take the dark road
And baby, I go there
There’s a part of me
Somewhere deep
Down I still believe
That’s why I follow
When you lead me nowhere You make him sound so amazing
Deep down I know that you hate me
Baby, it’s so entertaining
Yeah, I wish I could go (Wish I could go)
Back to the start
And tell myself that I hold the cards
I don’t know
I wish I could say
All the things I wanna say
And then walk away
I don’t know
Why do I follow
When you lead me nowhere? You take the dark road
And baby, I go there
There’s a part of me
Somewhere deep
Down that still believes
That’s why I follow
When you lead me nowhere
You let my love got aways
You’re not gonna change
You’re not gonna change
No, you won’t (Nah)
Staying up at night and I pray it gets better
Waiting for a change in the weather
But I ain’t gonna wait here forever
No, I won’t
Yeah, I wish I could go (Wish I could go)
Back to the start
And tell myself that I hold the cards
I don’t know
Why do I follow
When you lead me nowhere?

Chance The Rapper – My Own Thing lyrics

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’ma do my own thing
I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing
[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
Please don’t hit me in my DM
Promise that my BM gonna slide when she see ’em
I know she gonna see ’em ’cause I’m defa finna show her
Take her to the culprit then I take her to the store (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She just like my personal space, got a circular waist
Pull my shirt when she work, work, work, work, work
If you work in my space, better keep that shit ‘fessional
I don’t like to be bothered when I work, work, work, work
Please leave me the fuck alone, new fiancée, that’s my cologne
Doin’ too much and sayin’ too much, that’s how y’all ass end up alone
I’ma just pimp off, you a send-off, I don’t really ever like to get involved
Got a baby, got a house, got in-laws, go and kick rocks
[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’ma do my own thing
I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
Just let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing, yeah
[Verse 2: Joey Purp (Chance the Rapper)]
Okay, don’t mind if it don’t pay me, it ain’t my biz
How you gon’ raise yo’ voice? Gon’ raise yo’ money, won’t raise yo’ kids? (What?)
Bad little bitty in the city that I’m in (Yeah)
When I go and travel, I might have to take her with
She said, “How the car stop but the rims don’t?”
Ain’t wanna leave but I had to go, like Trey Songz
I was 18 with a ’98 (Yup) sellin’ 28s
Now I’m 25 sellin’ 16s (Yup), it’s a hunnid ways
My new girl a freak, she my type, she unique
Make her sang when we bang, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet
Tell my ex it’s a dub, that’s a wop, that’s unlikely
Put a bustdown of my wifey, like Gucci Mane, so icy
[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’ma do my own thing
I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
Just let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing, yeah