Migos, Nicki Minaj & Cardi B Drop “Motorsport” Video On Vevo

The Young Money rapper stepped in front of the camera wearing long pink braids while gyrating behind a white vintage Lamborghini. The futuristic video was kicked off by Quavo who raps beside his vintage Ferrari. Nicki Minaj caught everyone eyes with her skimpy and shiny outfit. What is very interesting about this video is the fact that Nicki Minaj and Bardi was never in the same scene together. The cut was exclusively released on iTunes last night but for those who are not subscribers to Apple Music can now view it on YouTube. Migos, Nicki Minaj and Cardi B new video “Motorsport” is now available on Vevo. The Atlanta rap group has been working on the project for the last couple of months and it will be the follow-up to their No. 1 album Culture, released in January of this year. Watch the video for “Motorsport” below. The fast and furious inspired video also features Offset and his girlfriend Cardi B riding off into the night in their supercar. “Motorsport” is the first single to be released from Migos upcoming album Culture 2, slated for release in January.

Juicy J Drops Fourth Solo Album ‘Rubba Band Business – Listen

The project is available on iTunes/Apple Music and Spotify. Rubba Band Business is Juicy J’s fourth solo album and it comes with 13 tracks with some guest verses from Offset on “Flood Watch,” Tory Lanez and Belly on “On & On,” Wiz Khalifa and Ty Dolla $ign on “Ain’t Nothing,” and Travis Scott on “No English.” Wiz is featured on another single “Too Many” which also features Denzel Curry. The album is the follow-up to his 2013 LP Stay Trippy which debut at No. Among the producers who got credit for their work on the LP includes Mile Will Made It, Metro Boomin, Murda Beatz, TM88, Resource, and Ben Billions. Juicy J continues to prove to us why he is a rap icon with his new album Rubba Band Business. Listen to Juicy J new album Rubba Band Business below. Despite tapping into some new kids on the block with this project, J still manages to keep that authentic OG noise on the LP. 4 on the Billboard 200 chart. Juicy J has been working on the album since last year summer where he would occasionally teased snippets from the project up until last month when he revealed that he would be dropping it soon. The Memphis rapper has over two and a half decades in the rap game under his belt dated from his time with Three 6 Mafia, so when he drops a body of work everyone pays attention.

Kendrick Lamar Delivers ‘DAMN. Collectors Edition’ Album [Listen]

It’s something that we definitely premeditate while we’re in the studio.”
RELATED: Kendrick Lamar, J. This is a massive year for Kendrick Lamar who received seven Grammy nominations for the project. Collectors Edition on Apple Music below. “I think like a week after the album came out, [fans] realized you can play the album backwards,” K-Dot said. The Compton rapper delivers a version of his chart-topping album DAMN for collectors aka DAMN. The 14-track album features collaborations with Rihanna on “LOYALTY.,” U2 on “XXX.,” and Zacari on the single “LOVE.” During an interview with MTV in the summer, Kendrick Lamar opened up about why he decided to drop the album in reverse, saying he got the idea from fans. “It plays as a full story and even a better rhythm. Kendrick Lamar is ending his massive year on a high. For this edition, he released the album with the songs in reverse starting with “DUCKWORTH” and ending with “BLOOD. Cole Gets Feature On Jeezy’s ‘Pessure’ Album
Fans can now listen to Kendrick Lamar’s album DAMN. It’s one of my favorite rhythms and tempos within the album. There is already some conspiracy that he is trying to reveal the true meaning behind the album. Collectors Edition.

Red Velvet – Peek-A-Boo (Sub Español, Hangul, Roma)

Hmm yeah (Yeah)
Oh gosh 난리야 (Oh gosh)
맞아 난 좀 기분파
[아/슬] Hey 금방 또 사랑에 빠져
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
새것만 좋아해요 반짝거리죠
다들 그렇잖아요 맞죠? Peek-A-Boo
설렐 때만 사랑이니까 (La la la la la)
내 친구 모두 소리쳐 넌 정말 문제야
I’m fine fine fine fine fine fine
Pee-Peek-A-Peek-A-Boo
Pee-Peek-A-Peek-A-Boo
흐흥이 난 여우 그그런 나라구
Pee-Peek-A-Peek-A-Boo
I said 1, 2, 3
Play the game again
버튼을 눌러 보자 쿵푸만큼 빨리
중간에 내 맘 변해도 놀라지 말기
혹시 끌리지 않니 그럼 Excuse me
자 전화해요 밤새 또 놀러 가요 함께
Restart a game
돌진해 롤링해 블랑카
오늘 저녁도 (Let’s go)
놀이터는 붐비고
지루해질 틈조차 없죠
(Yeah yeah yeah)
빙글빙글 돌아요 (Oh) 다들 똑같죠
Oh 마침내 마주친 눈빛
Peek-A-Boo
새로워요 사랑인가요 (La la la la la)
내 친구 모두 소리쳐 넌 정말 문제야
I’m fine fine fine fine fine fine
(My boobooboo
Peek-A-Boo-Boo-Boo-Boo)
Pee-Peek-A-Peek-A-Boo
Pee-Peek-A-Peek-A-Boo
Pee-Peek-A-Peek-A-Boo
술래는 너로 정해졌어
재밌을 거야 끼워 줄게
(Pee-Peek-A-Peek-A-Boo)
저 달이 정글짐에 걸릴
시간까지 노는 거야
(Pee-Peek-A-Peek-A-Boo)
Peek-A-Boo
이상해 어라 넌 좀 달라
이런 게임 멈추고 너를 다시 보게 돼
무섭지 않아 난 새로운 얘기가
펼쳐질 거라는 걸 방금 느꼈으니까
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Pee-Peek-A-Peek-A-Boo
Pee-Peek-A-Peek-A-Boo
(La la la la la)
흐흥이 난 여우 그그런 나라구
(La la Peek-A-Boo)
Pee-Peek-A-Peek-A-Boo
술래는 너로 정해졌어
재밌을 거야 끼워 줄게
(Pee-Peek-A-Peek-A-Boo)
저 달이 정글짐에 걸릴
시간까지 노는 거야
(Pee-Peek-A-Peek-A-Boo)
술래는 너로 정해졌어
재밌을 거야 니가 좋아
(Pee-Peek-A-Peek-A-Boo)
저 달이 정글짐에 걸릴
시간이지만 더 놀자
(Pee-Peek-A-Peek-A-Boo)
Peek-A-Boo
Peek-A-Boo
Peek-A-Boo

CLC – Summer Kiss (Sub Español, Hangul, Roma)

저 바다처럼 Oh 저 하늘처럼 Yeah
저 바다처럼 Oh 저 하늘처럼 Yeah
기억하니 저 파도소리
우리 두 손을 잡고 밤을 지새우던 여름밤
저 하늘에 별을 보며
영원히 변치 않겠다 약속했잖아
나도 모르게 네 넓은 어깨에 (어깨에)
머리를 기대는 순간
수줍게 미소를 지으며
내게 점점 다가오는 그 떨림
마치 꿈처럼 저 바다처럼
푸른빛이 우리 둘을 감싸고 Oh
이 모래 위에 새겨 놓은 이름과
아름다운 우리만의 추억
Summer kiss
저 바다처럼 Oh 저 하늘처럼 Yeah
기억하니 저 바람소리
우리 나란히 걷던 너무 아름다운 밤바다
저 하늘에 달을 보며
이 손을 놓지 않겠다고 했었잖아
장난스러운 우리 이야기에 (이야기에)
눈이 마주치는 순간
수줍게 미소를 지으며
내게 점점 다가오는 그 떨림
마치 꿈처럼 저 바다처럼
푸른빛이 우리 둘을 감싸고 Oh
이 모래 위에 새겨 놓은 이름과
아름다운 우리만의 추억
Summer kiss
순수한 너의 눈빛 오랜 시간이 흐른대도
변하지 않을
영원한 우리의 사랑을
고이고이 소중히 마음속에 새겨둬
마치 꿈처럼 저 바다처럼
푸른빛이 우리 둘을 감싸고 Oh
이 모래 위에 새겨 놓은 이름과
아름다운 우리만의 추억
Summer kiss
Summer kiss 태양의 빛이
우리를 향해 눈부실 정도로 비친
아름다운 여름날의 꿈같은 사랑 얘기
가을이 와도 절대 잊지 못할 매일매일

Ball Greezy – Nice & Slow (feat. Lil Dred)

miami
It dont know matter you can get it
See we can smoke a lil’ something
We can drink if you like
You the baddest of the baddest
I done seen all night
It’s …
Only right i make sure you good
Just relax a lil’ bit baby this my hood
Shots after shot then we got closer
Last i remember we was standing on the sofa
Telling me she to drunk to drive back to boca
Grinding on to me like she dancing to soca
Nice & Slow ( x3)
Beat it up
Out of all of these hoes
Nigga why you up in my face
Better grab you a bitch
Bend her over and make that hoe shake
Get it poppin’ that shit
Drop it down to the ground to the bass
Put your hands in the air and sling that d*** in her face
Get another drink
Smoke another blunt
Get up in your vibe
Cuz’ these hoes wanna fuck
This my number you can text me
You and your friends
Bussin on your bestie
Let me see you get it in

Nice & Slow (x3)
Beat It Up

Lil Dred:
You My Baby When Im Witchu’ Girl Thats BaeDay
Every Time We Take A Trip Thats A BaeCae
We Dont Never Pay Attention To The NaySay
Let Them Rumors Fade Away Like MJ
Keep Your Eyes On Me
Girl Dont Look Away
I Got That Magic Stick, I’ll Take The Pain Away
Lil’ Mama Booty Real Soft Call Her Anamay
Got The Youngin’ Out Here Thinkin Bout Pancakes
And That Booty Real Big Like My Fan Base
Got Damn All That Ass In My Damn Face
And I Told Her She Can shake In a Nice pace
Maybe later we can take it back to my place
Do you right baby you can stay the night aye
Like the plumber you know ima lay that pipe aye
In a nice way just slow it down for me
And lil’ mama say she wanna be my play boy bunny How you make it off the porch
In them lil’ ass shorts
Stomach all flat
I like to play sports
Whatchu’ drank in them jeans
Or the waist shapers
Or dr.

Rexx Life Raj – 2Free

[Hook]
I do me
They be talking, I ain’t tripping, I’m 2free, yeah
Pop an Addy, make it happen, that’s routine
I’ve seen ’em do it wrong, I’mma get it right
I’ve seen ’em do it wrong, I’mma get it right
[Verse 1]
Look
Looking around, no I don’t see an obstacle
Popping an Addy ’cause Adderall Raji is damn near unstoppable
I’m not laughing with you, it’s at you, I think that you niggas are comical
They’re focused on me, where I’m from, ’cause they’re watching me do the impossible
I run the game, ain’t no audible
Nima look at me like I was a pot of gold
Wrap up a pack, it was fat as a bodybag
Went to touch down and it hit like a body blow
I never scored a touchdown playing on O-Line
But, I’ve been checking these goals off, I was good on the goal line
All in the trenches, ay
All the hate, what is that about
I’m tryna bring more money and love to my daddy house
I got a lot on my chest, I’ma get it all off like I’m maxing out
315, the most I hit
But I don’t give a fuck ’cause I fucked yo’ bitch
One time for the city, I got that lit
And boy, how they love when I talk my shit
I do me, over and over again
You see they true colors the more that you shining, I’m losing all of my friends
People with money be throwing it at me, what you want on the back end
All of this come when you chosen apparently, I guess it is what it is
Shit is absurd my nigga
I need more action less talk, miss me with the words my nigga
Black lives matter until your black life splatter right there on the curb my nigga
The man in the mirror might make you nervous, just know what purpose you serve my nigga
A man with a message, a man with a mission, just know I won’t be deterred my nigga

[Hook]
I do me
They be talking, I ain’t tripping, I’m 2free
Pop an Addy, make it happen, that’s routine
I’ve seen ’em do it wrong, I’mma get it right
I’ve seen ’em do it wrong, I’mma get it right
They be talking, I ain’t tripping, I’m 2free
Pop an Addy, make it happen, that’s routine
I’ve seen ’em do it wrong, I’mma get it right
I’ve seen ’em do it wrong, I’mma get it right
[Outro]
This point, I talk about all the time you know? The fact that discipline equals freedom
And the more discipline you have as a human
The more freedom you’re gonna have
Which is completely counterintuitive, ya know? People think, oh, you’re living this disciplined lifestyle, so that means you, you don’t have any freedom
And it’s actually the exact opposite
I have freedom because I have discipline

G.H. Hat – I Got A Problem (I Wonder…) (feat. Mickey Shiloh)

Who can solve it? Yeah
Yeah
No no no no nooooo
Yeah
Aw awee
No no no no nooooo
I, I keep thinking ’bout you, you
Hard to live without you, yea
And all those other cliché things that people say. Whoo ooo ah
Whoo ooo
Whoo ooo ah
Whoo ooo ah
Whoo ooo ah
Whoo ooo
Whoo ooo ah
Whoo ooo ah
I just stay high
So I can sleep at night
So I don’t think about
All the times
All the times
You were by my side
You were ride or die. I wonder what you’re doin’
I wonder who you’re screwin’
I wonder where you are
I wonder if it’s far
All I do is think of you
And drink for two as if you’re still here with me
I need to just face the truth
It’s so hard to do, Baby
I got a problem
Whoo oooo
Whooo
I got a problem
Whoo oooo
Whooo
I got a problem
Who is that callin’
It’s all my problems. Who can solve this? My partner in crime Always had an alibi

Yeah
Yeah
No no no no no
Yeah
Yeah
No no no no no
I, I keep thinkin’ about you, you
Hard to live without you, yeah
And all those other cliché things that people say. I wonder what you’re doin’
I wonder who you’re screwin’
I wonder where you are
I wonder if it’s far
All I do
Is think of you
And drink for two
As if you’re still here with me
I need to
Just face the truth
It’s so hard to do
Baby
I got a problem
Whoo oooo
Whoooo
I got a problem
Whoo oooo
Whoooo
I got a problem
Who is that callin’
It’s all my problems. Who can solve it? Whoo ooo ah
Whoo ooo ah
Whoo ooo ah
Whoo ooo ah

I just stay high
So I can sleep at night
So I don’t think about
All the times
All the times
You were by my side
You were ride or die
My partner in crime Always had an alibi
I, I wonder what you’re doin’
I wonder who you’re screwin’
I wonder where you are
I wonder if it’s far
I wonder what you’re doin’
I wonder who you’re screwin’
I wonder where you are
I got a problem
Whoo oooo
Whooo
I got a problem
Whoo oooo
Whooo
I got a problem
Who is that callin’
It’s all my problems.

Christina Perri – Jar Of Hearts

Runnin’ ’round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You’re gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don’t come back for me
Don’t come back at all
[Chorus:]
And who do you think you are? Runnin’ ’round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You’re gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
Don’t come back for me
Don’t come back at all
Who do you think you are? I hear you’re asking all around
If I am anywhere to be found
But I have grown too strong
To ever fall back in your arms
I’ve learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time
[Chorus:]
And who do you think you are? Who do you think you are? Dear, It took so long just to feel all right
Remember how to put back the light in my eyes
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed
‘Cause you broke all your promises
And now you’re back
You don’t get to get me back
And who do you think you are? Runnin’ ’round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You’re gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don’t come back for me
Who do you think you are? Runnin’ ’round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You’re gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don’t come back for me
Who do you think you are? No, I can’t take one more step towards you
‘Cause all that’s waiting is regret
Don’t you know I’m not your ghost anymore
You lost the love I loved the most
I learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time
[Chorus:]
And who do you think you are? Who do you think you are?

Juicy J – Feed The Streets (feat. Project Pat & A$AP Rocky)

[Intro]
Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Shut the fuck up! Mafia! Say that you still in the streets, but you can not wait to leave

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat
My niggas need to eat
I gotta feed the streets
Don’t worry ’bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat
My niggas need to eat
I gotta feed the streets
Don’t worry ’bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets
[Outro]
Mafia! Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
[Chorus: Juicy J]
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat
My niggas need to eat
I gotta feed the streets
Don’t worry ’bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Niggas do time flipping the Ye
Niggas is dead, he got a grave
Nigga, I ain’t playin’, tryna get paid
Homie got hit ’cause he got in the way
Had to get out, shit is the same
Niggas insane all this shit change
They wanna a name, they had him sprayed
They gotta catch a body for fame
I’m in a whole other lane (lane)
Flipping these racks like cane (cane)
I got rich and gave back
And you niggas stayin’ the same
I drive the Wraith through the hood
That’s why my niggas in the grind (yes sir)
Show all my niggas how to get this money, just gotta put in the time
Real niggas know, how hard I go (I get this cash)
I put in work, I put niggas on (So much cash)
Them mafia days (Mafia!), my hustle so strong (Mafia!)
Real shit, I’m lit like a cigarette lighter, I was doing this shit when you was shitting in diapers

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat
My niggas need to eat
I gotta feed the streets
Don’t worry ’bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat
My niggas need to eat
I gotta feed the streets
Don’t worry ’bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets
[Verse 2: Project Pat]
I gotta feed the streets
My pistol gon’ bleed the streets
Ski mask on my face, sometimes you gotta cheat
Just stay ahead in this bitch
Drankin’ sizzurp like its liquor
Street life, but I’m catching up to god quicker
AK-40 to your liver
Make the chopper bang on you like a blood or a crip, ah
So much bread, I’m a gymnast
Made so much money off of dummies, a ventriloquist (Yeah hoe!)
[??] pop a tear, diamonds in my ear
New foreign ride every year, I’m in foregin gear
Plug show up with the pack, it’s gon’ disapear
Stick shift hustle, I stay in fifth gear

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat
My niggas need to eat
I gotta feed the streets
Don’t worry ’bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
I gotta feed the streets, ayy
My niggas need to eat
My niggas need to eat
I gotta feed the streets
Don’t worry ’bout it
I gotta, I gotta feed the streets
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
Mafia
[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
I gotta feed the streets
You gotta flee the streets
You gotta lead the streets
I don’t mislead the streets
I might just drop some heat
I might just tease the street
I do not need the streets
Cause nigga, I be the streets
It’s sad ‘cuz my little bad bitch [?] when she [?] the trap
I let her chase the dream
I might front-lace her weave
Give her a place to stay, with a new face to feed
I really love the streets
I might just flood the streets
‘Cuz I’m really from the streets
Y’all niggas who run the streets
Niggas just take a seat
How the fuck could you hate on me?

Slim Thug – Kingz & Bosses (feat. Big K.R.I.T.)

[Hook: Slim Thug]
If you gon’ be a boss, be a boss
If you gon’ be a king, be a king
If you gon’ be a bitch, stay a bitch
‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ in between
If you gon’ be a boss, be a boss
If you gon’ be a king, be a king
If you gon’ be a bitch, stay a bitch
‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ in between
[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
Fresh up outta dream, feeling like I’m prince Akeem
Two queens makin’ sure my royal penis clean
Made my mind up, I only want the finer things
Went from the hood to living in the West Wing
Live like a king, thing like a boss
‘Cause if I want somethin’ I’ll work my ass off
‘Til I got it no stoppin’, no quittin’, givin’ up ain’t an option
Fuck waitin’, I got my own shit poppin’
Ain’t nobody gonna stop me from shoppin’
Ain’t nobody gonna stop me from ridin’ Rolls
And sliding in these young niggas fine hoes
Oh, but I’m cold with the game like The Mack
I jump back in the game, make a quick hundred racks
Tell her bring the money back but I’d rather make my own
I decided to be a boss and make a song

[Hook: Slim Thug]
If you gon’ be a boss, be a boss
If you gon’ be a king, be a king
If you gon’ be a bitch, stay a bitch
‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ in between
If you gon’ be a boss, be a boss
If you gon’ be a king, be a king
If you gon’ be a bitch, stay a bitch
‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ in between
[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]
King Krizzle, King Tut, it ain’t no difference
Chariot still whippin’ while gold still flickin’
Off the paint, yeah, the trunk, shaking like it know the stanky leg
I mix the struggle with the hustle to make bread
Ah mayne, I fit the family with a loaf
A piece off for my unborn to ball on these hoes
You got to save it, got ti pay it, double up and attack them haters
And ‘em racist motherfuckers, they try to take as soon as you make it
Multi and my brand that I own
Alot money tree, but what’s a tree if it ain’t growin’
In my backyard, my cul-de-sac large, I hold my nuts
I got the kind of ice on my grill that I can’t crush, plus my credit good
I spend the money from my sock, you wish your debt could
I wish a million for my partners, they still in the hood
They got skills but ain’t no court to ball
I ain’t talking shooting shots, I’m talkin’ shots to call
Krizzle

[Hook: Slim Thug]
If you gon’ be a boss, be a boss
If you gon’ be a king, be a king
If you gon’ be a bitch, stay a bitch
‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ in between
If you gon’ be a boss, be a boss
If you gon’ be a king, be a king
If you gon’ be a bitch, stay a bitch
‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ in between

Zaytoven, Quavo & 2 Chainz – Wake Up & Cook Up

None of your traps exist, nigga
Selling that snort to your bitch, nigga
That ain’t making my dick bigger
Count it up and drop it on that fist, nigga
Look at your unc with that itch
Pop that, a nigga won’t twitch
[?] They gon’ say "I ain’t said that shit man"

[Chorus: Quavo]
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Gotta put my fist in that bowl
Them niggas is so small, we call ’em tadpoles
You wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
30 rounds and the clip clear
Make you and the Drako french kiss
Can’t stand a dirty kitchen
Broke up with my mistress
Took the fork and I bent it
Had a Panamera on [?]
[?] and she pretty
Still a heart away like [?]
Skrrt, yeah, that is the sound
I’m scraping the bowl
[?], I ain’t got kids
I gotta make it back home
One phonecall’ll get you killed
I ain’t even gotta scroll
Had apartment with no furniture
But at least I had a stove
Turned [?] to whitewater
’bout to get this splash on
Other day I walked into Gucci
Told them folks that I’m back home
Got the city on my backbone
Black on like [?]
Money calling, check the ringtone
Phil Jackson with the rings on
Yeah

[Chorus: Quavo]
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Gotta put my fist in that bowl
Them niggas is so small, we call ’em tadpoles
You wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up [Intro: Quavo]
Yeah
Trap [?]
Migos
[Chorus: Quavo]
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Gotta put my fist in that bowl
Them niggas is so small, we call ’em tadpoles
You wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
[Verse 1: Quavo]
I got a (What you got Qua?)
Appointment set up with your bae
I got a bitch from the Bay
I got a truck out your bay
She telling me give her a taste
I put that dick on her face
I put that dick on her face
Yeah, like mace
Pull up and I set up shop
She drinking that shit by the shots
Stunt on the block, same spot
Pull up and cannot deny
Niggas out here straight [?]
If you hanging with a group of guys
Better make sure they gon’ ride
I pull up like ¿cómo estás?

Trouble – Bring It Back (feat. Drake)

[Intro: Trouble]
Let do it
Money man
Go get your money man, go get that
Go for that shit now, go get your money man
Mike Will Made-it bitch
[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my motherfucking pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bank rolls on some glasses
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat
Yeah, I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me
Yeah, gas up all that old shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back
[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout no stack
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back
[Verse 1: Trouble]
Yeah, tryna show me that she ’bout it
‘Bout it, ’bout it, yeah, shawty ’bout it, ’bout it, yeah
Take the charger, bad lil shawty say she ’bout it
I gotta come for you, you shot at my lil’ partner though
The loud wild off the gate, don’t need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
I got the game down now, sorry Mr. Charlie
Ayy, she say you so motherfucking hood
But you ain’t no motherfucking good
Might be right, gift and a curse, I take it all this blessing
Know you fucking with a real one though, no question
Partna you gon’ get spent on all that flexing
So many of us shooting you straight, ain’t no pressure
Hating on that man won’t do you no blessing
Tryna teach a young nigga flexing
Wanna go to war, but you ain’t got no money
Worry ’bout these hoes and you ain’t got no money
Mike Will Made-It
Big Trouble, baby
[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my motherfucking pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat
Yeah, I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me
Yeah, gas up all that ho shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back
[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout no stack
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back
[Verse 2: Drake]
Yeah, I don’t play no games boy, I’m at your head
All about the family, niggas took the pledge
Now you gotta own up to that shit you said
You can’t push us to the edge, Trouble from the edge
Hit the gas and we outta there
Do it for the six because we started there
I got a girl that used to ride around with ‘Pac an’ them
I gotta get it, you came from my lil partner then
Yeah, Richard Mille, heavy on the watch
Extra million just to see the Maybach drop
Crest white smile on my face
Once I get to snapping ain’t nobody safe
Reality gon’ hit ya or we gon’ hit ya
Either way if they was with ya, they going with ya
Mike WiLL Made-It
Me and Big Trouble baby

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my motherfucking pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat
Yeah, I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me
Yeah, gas up all that ho shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back
[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout no stack
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr.

Quavo & Nicki Minaj – She For Keeps

(oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah) (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Perfect, nobody’s perfect
My body’s perfect, bitch I’m perfect
Somebody lied, just watch me murk it
I’ma murk it, bitches my sons, I used a surrogate
Got ’em hurting, he know for certain, cop me that Birkin
Baby nervous, I make ’em nervous, I make ’em nervous
When them bum bitches in my town, all my real niggas alerted
He say damn baby you bad, I say I commit murders
When the block starts to get hot he know I’ll hide his burners
I’m from keeps, I am for keeps, she can’t compete
He ain’t stupid enough to lose me to another nigga in them streets
Ooh, they salty, I know they salty
Please say the barbie, he say the barbie
I’m the bad bitch that all the bad bitches fuck with
She a mad bitch if she ain’t fuckin’ with me, suck dick
This piece flooded out cost about a buck six
Pull up on a bum bitch and be like what up sis? Rap bitches is on my nuts, call ’em Chip ‘n’ Dale
These bitches can’t see me, they should all be reading braille
Pull off in that GT with some Seagram’s Ginger Ale
Tell that bitch I’m Oprah, she couldn’t even be Gail
I’m Nicki, when will these girls ever see
You will never be Nicki, and that’s the real key-key
Key-key, key-key

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? [Intro: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)
[Verse 1: Quavo]
‘Cause I bought her bags and a bing roo
And I put them diamonds in them bengals (shine)
Like the way she take them pictures, it’s the angle (flash)
Like the way she keep her business all personal
You know, you know, you know, you fit me
You get me, you get me, you get me
Drop off, your old boy, then get with me
Heard it’s slippery (splash), heard it’s wet like seaweed (splash)
Moonwalking on slabs (moon), she live life like Babs
Nails and hair all long, shoppin’ spree in Hong Kong
Ass fat in her jeans, she don’t like to wear thong
She gon’ make you sing this song
Is she for keeps? Pour this drink for me
Smoke this dope for me
Drive around with me, ayy
Just for keepsake (keepsake)
She gon’ lead the way (lead it)
I might fall back and go count up a large bag

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? somebody tell
Is she for keeps? somebody tell
[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps?

Migos & Marshmello – Danger

[Verse 1: Offset]
Tryna get demons up outta me (demons)
Turn to a beast, eat your arteries (beast)
Deceasing opponents so properly (opponent)
Unleashing the dark side what got to me (got)
We come to take this shit over (hey)
Foot on the gas, hear the motor (skrrt)
Switchin’ my thoughts, I’m bipolar (woo)
I stare in the eyes of a cobra (sss)
Say you want smoke, come get it (come on)
You wanna play dumb, I’m wit’ it (wit’ it)
I’m about to take over the city (hey)
I came with my committee, gang with it (gang)
Came for the bag and the profit (bag)
Lookin’ for the wave when we got it (wave)
Nigga, you ain’t scare nobody (boo)
Bop-bop, that’s a whole body (bop)
[Pre-Chorus 1: Quavo]
Cold case, cold-cold case
Cold-cold case, cold-cold case
Cold-cold case, cold case
Cold-cold case, cold-cold case [Pre-Chorus 2: Quavo]
On the dark side, if you keep cold, it’s a cold case
In my right mind, I can write rhymes ’til I road rage
It’s a yellow ten on my left wrist, and that’s all place
On my knees, thanking God that he got me through the pain
[Chorus: Quavo]
Danger, danger
I don’t fit in, I’m a stranger
Believer, believer
I can take out all the evil
Empowerment to all my people
I can prove to you I’m a leader
Run through the money, no Visa
Forgive me ’cause my life illegal

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Searchin’ for the bag and the prize (bag)
On a mission lookin’ for them bad guys
Can’t run no play over my head, I’m real wise
Look at his eyes, wide, think he traumatized
Take me as a joke, I’ma hang ’em on the rope (rope)
‘Cause where I’m from, we don’t play like that on our side (no)
Better not freeze ’cause we know you’re gon’ choke (choke)
Talk behind my back but your shots backfired
I know you tried but you never could survive
I see the fear that’s in your eyes (eyes)
Run like Forrest, they tryna hide
They criticize in disguise (criticize)
They know I can only tell the truth (truth)
They know all you do is tell lies (lies)
I’m about to take over the city, tell me you just with it
‘Cause I know my squad gon’ ride (ride)
[Pre-Chorus 1: Quavo]
Cold case, cold-cold case
Cold-cold case, cold-cold case
Cold-cold case, cold case
Cold-cold case, cold-cold case [Pre-Chorus 2: Quavo]
On the dark side, if you keep cold, it’s a cold case
In my right mind, I can write rhymes ’til I road rage
It’s a yellow ten on my left wrist, and that’s all place
On my knees, thanking God that he got me through the pain
[Chorus: Quavo]
Danger, danger
I don’t fit in, I’m a stranger
Believer, believer
I can take out all the evil
Empowerment to all my people
I can prove to you I’m a leader
Run through the money, no Visa
Forgive me ’cause my life illegal

[Bridge: Offset]
Come on, say you want smoke come get it (wit’ it)
You wanna play dumb, I’m with it (gang, gang, bag)
Lookin’ for the wave when we got it (wave)
Bop-bop, that’s a whole body (bop)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Danger, danger
I don’t fit in, I’m a stranger
Believer, believer
I can take out all the evil
Empowerment to all my people
I can prove to you I’m a leader
Run through the money, no Visa
Forgive me ’cause my life illegal
[Chorus: Quavo]
Danger, danger
I don’t fit in, I’m a stranger
Believer, believer
I can take out all the evil
Empowerment to all my people
I can prove to you I’m a leader
Run through the money, no Visa
Forgive me ’cause my life illegal