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Chappell Roan – Pink pony club

I know you wanted me to stay
But I can’t ignore the crazy visions of me in LA
And I heard that there’s a special place
Where boys and girls can all be queens every single day.

I’m having wicked dreams
Of leaving Tennessee [] Santa Monica
Is where it’s calling me
Will make my moma proud
It’s gonna cause a scene
She sees her baby girl
And, oh, she’s gonna scream.
God, what have you done?
You’re a pink pony girl
And you dance at the club
Oh, mama, I’m just having fun
On the stage in my heels
It’s where I belong down
At the Pink pony Club
I’m gonna keep on dancing
At the Pink pony Club
I’m gonna keep on dancing down in
West Hollywood
I’m gonna keep on dancing
At the Pink pony Club
The Pink pony Club.

I’m up, and diamonds are on the floor
Lovers in the bathroom, and a line outside the door
Black lights, and a mirror disco ball
Every night’s another reason why I left it all

I think my wicked dreams
Are here from Tennessee,
Oh, Santa Monica
You’ve been too good to me
Will make my mama proud
It’s gonna cause a scene
She sees her baby girl,
I know she’s gonna scream.

God, what have you done?
You’re a pink pony girl
And you dance at the club
Oh, mama, I’m just having fun
On the stage in my heels
It’s where I belong down
At the Pink pony Club
I’m gonna keep on dancing
At the Pink pony Club
I’m gonna keep on dancing down in
West Hollywood
I’m gonna keep on dancing
At the Pink pony Club
The Pink pony Club.

Don’t think I’ve left you all behind
Still love you and Tennessee, you’re always on my mind
And mama, every Saturday
I can hear your Southern drawl a thousand miles away, sayin’

God, what have you done?
You’re a pink pony girl
And you dance at the club
Oh, mama, I’m just having fun
On the stage in my heels
It’s where I belong down
At the Pink pony Club
I’m gonna keep on dancing
At the Pink pony Club
I’m gonna keep on dancing down in
West Hollywood
I’m gonna keep on dancing
At the Pink pony Club
The Pink pony Club.

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Sade – Diamond Life

He laughing with another girl
And playing with another heart
Placing high stakes
Making hearts ache
He’s lovely
Seven nights and days
Diamond nights and groupie life
High in the sky
Heaven help him when he falls
Diamond life, lover boy
We move in space
We’ve been on our ways for maximum joy
City lights
Business nights
When we require
Street court desire for higher […]

No place for beginners or sensitive hearts
Sentiment is left to chance
No place to be ending
But it’s nowhere to start
No need to ask he’s smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Coast to coast
LA to Chicago
Western mail
Across the north and south to [Kilago]
Love for sale
Face to face
Each lass in case
Shadow box and double cross

A license to love, insurance to hold
Melts on your memories and changes into [gold]
His eyes are like nature’s
But his heart is cold
No need to ask he’s smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Coast to coast
LA to Chicago
Western mail
Across the north and south to [Kilago]
Love for sale
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator

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Bobby Brackins – Tap In (feat. PnB Rock)

[Intro: PnB Rock & Bobby Brackins]
Hit me up and tap in tap, in
Hit me up and tap in ya
Hit me up and tap in

[Verse: PnB Rock]
With a little baby
She be going brazy
She ride me like a Mercedes
[?]
She just wanna taste me
She [?]
[?]
[?] other bitches they so basic
She say [?]
She just wanna race me
I say girl you crazy
This money all I’m chasing
[?] to the bank now
You should see my statements
[?]
You should see my [?]
[?]
[?] on my wrist
She sippin bubbly I’mma sip fine
Hit me up and tap in when when you in my town

[Chorus: PnB Rock & Bobby Brackins]
Hit me up and tap in
Hit me up and tap in tap, in
Hit me up and tap in
Hit me up and tap in
Hit me up and tap in
Hit me up and tap in tap, in
Hit me up and tap in
Hit me up and tap in

[Verse: Bobby Brackins]
Don’t forget to hear my phone now
You be the one I hold down
Rolling up that [?]
The money ought to slow down
Ye I got [?] next to your city
Whenever you in Cali
Come and fuck with me I be down in LA
She know I’m from the bay
She giving good brain
Cos she graduated [?]
[?] getting cake now
Automatic pay
[?]
[?] to the bank

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Pell – Chirpin’

I don’t need much but I want it all, answer my phone when the money call
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
Need to get off of the internet, searching for something more intimate
I’m closing up all of the curtains, and hiding way under the surface

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

Always been down to the asphalt
Head in the clouds when I blast off
Riding round bumping that future, stealing yo girl with my mask off
If was intentional, I was just chirpin’, she hit me up
I was just giving her twitter hugs
But flirting in person way different love
Play with her heart like it’s candy crush
She wanna star and I wanna fuck
Doing commercials and getting funds
In my green bubble I Samsung
I sleep when I’m dead
Rest when I’m tired
So many shows I should host a late night
I sleep when I’m dead
Rest when I’m tired
So many shows I should host a late night
LA tonight
Nola tomorrow
I been on ghost so I ain’t see you called

I don’t need much but I want it all, answer my phone when the money call
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
Need to get off of the internet, searching for something more intimate
I’m closing up all of the curtains, and hiding way under the surface

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

Always been down to the asphalt
Got a catalog, that you can’t ignore
Spit a cannon balls, when i rattle off
Tell a dick rider pull the saddle off
Might puff once albuterol
I need a moment to breathe
Long as we got trump in office
I done forgot what is sleep
I done forgot what is peace
Shame we gotta plea
Telling me that we got freedom
But i ain’t forgot what it mean
I don’t need much but i do deserve it
For i spit a sentence they all know the verdict
Hit the liquor store fuck a bottle service
I don’t need the club money got me nervous
I’ll splurge when I’m dead
Save while I live
Grind overnight and retain ownership
LA Midnight
NY at 10
I been on ghost so excuse
If i dip

I don’t need much but I want it all, answer my phone when the money call
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
Need to get off of the internet, searching for something more intimate
I’m closing up all of the curtains, and hiding way under the surface

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

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Olivia O’Brien – No Love

[Verse 1]
I hate going out, I hate coming home
I hate how you’re never pickin up your phone, yeah
Just pick up your phone, yeah
I hate faking like, like we get along
I hate how everybody wanna do me wrong, yeah
Ain’t even like mine songs, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
You act like you did it yourself
But you’re just taking credit for somebody else, yeah
You’re somebody else, yeah
You look like you’re nice, but you’re not
And if anyone likes you, it’s just cause you’re hot, yeah
And you think you’re hot, yeah

[Chorus]
Love ain’t a thing in L.A
Ain’t no love in L.A
Love ain’t a thing in L.A
Ain’t no love in L.A
But nothin’ is real anyway

[Verse 2]
Say you needed me, but I guess you don’t
Cause you met somebody better now you’re out the door, yeah
Now you’re out the door, yeah
Think you traded up, but in the end you lost
Guess you gained a little fame, but baby what’s the cost, yeah
Tell me, what’s the cost, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
You act like you did it yourself
But you’re just taking credit for somebody else, yeah
You’re somebody else, yeah
You look like you’re nice, but you’re not
And if anyone likes you, it’s just cause you’re hot, yeah
And you think you’re hot, yeah

[Chorus]
Love ain’t a thing in L.A
Ain’t no love in L.A
Love ain’t a thing in L.A
Ain’t no love in L.A
But nothin’ is real anyway

[Bridge]
Why you over there looking like you lost some
Why you over there looking like you want something
I know you want something
Why you even here if you ain’t gon’ do some
Why you sittin’ there showing off your new some
You just sit and stare, nothing in your mind runnin’
(Nothing in your mind runnin’, nothing in your mind runnin’)

[Chorus]
Love ain’t a thing in LA
Ain’t no love in LA
Love ain’t a thing in L.A
Ain’t no love in L.A, oh
Ooh, and nothin’ is real anyway

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K Camp – Family Matters

[Verse 1]
Was in LA for a minute
Then I came back to the city
Copped the watch then I dropped 50
In the drop push a buck 50
I got hoes that I kept around
I got some that I let go
Fill the wood with the petro
Misunderstood and I’m cutthroat

[Bridge]
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
You’ll never catch no suckas with me
Grandma sick and its fuckin’ with me
Mama stressin’ and its fuckin’ with me

[Verse 2]
I’m just tryna get my mind right
Was in the dark but I found light
Blessings come when the time right
30k for the time right
30k for a new bitch
He don’t know what to do with it
All that nigga do is pillow talk
And imma fuckin’ act a fool with it
Imma fuckin’ act a fool with it
New crib got a pool in it
Hella paper go to school with it
Suck my dick and baby drool with it

[Hook]
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
You’ll never catch no suckas with me
I ain’t met a nigga fuckin’ with me
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me

[Verse 2]
Most them niggas was my niggas then
Most them niggas ain’t my niggas now
My shit get real will you stick around
I know niggas that let me down
I be flexin on purpose
Bitch I’m hungry and lurkin
Feel like Julius Erving
Getting head in a suburban
Top back and I’m swerving
Top back you can’t top that
Got me feelin’ like Pac back
I got niggas that’ll cock back
Too much pressure you can’t start that
I’m out of mind
Too many bitches, out on the town
Wish I could rewind, and back in the days
When niggas was normal
But this shit isn’t normal
Louis my loafers, Gucci my thermal
No it ain’t formal
Me without cash, that is abnormal
My bitch is bad you know she ain’t normal
You know she ain’t normal

[Hook]
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
You’ll never catch no suckas with me
I ain’t met a nigga fuckin’ with me
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me

[Outro]
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
You’ll never catch no suckas with me
I ain’t met a nigga fuckin’ with me
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
Rare SOUND

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Young Dolph – Point Across

[Chorus]
I fuck her then I dip (gone)
Jump back in my whip (yup)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (yeah)
Bitch I’m my own boss (it’s Dolph)
It’s money when I talk (it’s Dolph)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across
I fuck her then I dip (yeah)
Jump back in my whip (yeah)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (uh)
Bitch I’m my own boss (yeah)
It’s money when I talk (yeah)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across

[Verse 1]
Hah, ayy, I ain’t never know how to do shit but go and get it
This ain’t even all my jewelry, I got on two fifty, ayy
Never signed a deal but he spending all these mils
Bitch stay out my business, have a drink, bitch chill
You didn’t grow up where I did, you can’t feel how I feel
That shit ain’t ’bout money, I put my brakes on it and yield
I stood that bitch up for two months and she blowin’ me up still
This shit just got real, I’m the shit like diarrhea
A hundred racks on me, all hundred dollar bills
I keep lean to pour up, bitch my plug Doctor Phil
I take her to the mall and let her glow up in Chanel

[Chorus]
I fuck her then I dip (gone)
Jump back in my whip (yup)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (yeah)
Bitch I’m my own boss (it’s Dolph)
It’s money when I talk (it’s Dolph)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across
I fuck her then I dip (yeah)
Jump back in my whip (yeah)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (uh)
Bitch I’m my own boss (yeah)
It’s money when I talk (yeah)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across

[Verse 2]
For real though
Ayy, niggas act like bitches and it ain’t no excuse for it
Some of my niggas Pyru and some of my niggas rollin’
This bankroll I can’t fold it, choppers we still toting
Smoke a lot of dope, you can call me Dopey
Rock a lot of gold, you can call me Goldie
Got a couple Pateks, and a couple Rollies
Went to LA just to ball, you can call me Kobe
You all about these bitches, I’m all about this paper
Bumped in Farrakhan, told him As-Salaam-Alaikum
Buy foreign cars and take ’em to the hood and drag race ’em
Package got caught up, I made her call in and trace ’em, yeah

[Chorus]
I fuck her then I dip (gone)
Jump back in my whip (yup)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (yeah)
Bitch I’m my own boss (it’s Dolph)
It’s money when I talk (it’s Dolph)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across
I fuck her then I dip (yeah)
Jump back in my whip (yeah)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (uh)
Bitch I’m my own boss (yeah)
It’s money when I talk (yeah)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across

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Hodgy Beats – I’ll Be Good

[Intro Hook]
Part of the process
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process
And if you want what you need
What you need is just an object
Mistakes are part of the process
(A part of the process)
Mistakes are part of the process, heard me
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process

[Verse 1]
I could’ve went about a lot of things in different fucking ways
I should’ve but I didn’t
It’s crippling nigga, losing weight
I’m moving at an abusive pace
I’m due to race
When you pit-stopping the ones who help you, you screwed your face
You think I’m wanting to apologize well I’m not like shoes to lace
And what I do tomorrow depends on what’s due today
I’m fueling the wrong energy
Misusing hate and love
And I’m moving out on the move in date
Bruising emotions brutally
Cruising and coasting crucially
Boojie boasting, doobie smoking
Cloud from fumes and rooms of haze
Coochie open, I’ma stroke it then I’ma dip out to LA
Sipping lean and counting green
And recording until the room is vacant
When you’re [?] are never mistaken
Give somebody what they want and it’s never mistaken
I just pray my health is well like cartons when you shake it
And once the carton to my mind opens up, you’ll have to refrigerate it

[Pre-Hook]
They tell me "oooh, you need to slow down
Slow down, slow down your pace"
They tell me "oooh, you’re moving too fast
You need to slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down your pace"

[Hook]
Part of the process
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process
And if you want what you need
What you need is just an object
Mistakes are part of the process
(A part of the process)
Mistakes are part of the process, heard me
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process

[Verse 2]
No more bad trips, no more episodes
Drugs turn your mind into a vegetables
No more internet thuggish, bugging out in public
Man no more [?] songs
No more random pussy for me
I kicked the pedestal
And chilling with premature bitches I know that’ll never grow
X marks the spot to the treasure box in which the treasure holds
From anonymous to Allen I
From the Golf Wang store to Babylon
I got friends in comas from overdosing
I know homeless people with more hope then
Niggas that get punched in the chest
Welcoming them demons with their arms wide open, bogus
They disappear in the gallows of shadows where the ghost is
The plagues dying from AIDS
Magic Johnson hocus pocus
Bought a new wanda for my camera
Take a shot after I focus, them double exposures
I live in a house in the woods
I’m all alone, I’m an ogre
Hiking the marrow mountains, avalanche stumbling over

[Pre-Hook]
They tell me "oooh, you need to slow down
Slow down, slow down your pace"
They tell me "oooh, you’re moving too fast
You need to slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down your pace"

[Hook]
Part of the process
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process
And if you want what you need
What you need is just an object
Mistakes are part of the process
(A part of the process)
Mistakes are part of the process, heard me
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process

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Honcho Da Savage – MISFIT (feat. Smooky Margielaa)

[Hook]
[Honcho Da Savage]
I’m on that fuck shit, (I’m on that fuck shit)
I got a big stick, (I got a big stick)
Choppa on dumb shit, (Choppa on dumb shit)
I am a misfit, (I am a misfit)
Don’t get your shit split, (Don’t get your shit split)
I got a dirty stick, (I got a dirty stick)
It got a dirty clip, (It got a dirty clip)
Ima do dirty shit, (Ima do dirty shit)
[Smooky MarGielaa]
I got a 30 clip, (Woo)
Its gon do dirty shit, uhh, (Woo)
Pull up and empty clip, (Woo)
Boy you not meant for this, uhh, (Woo)
I’m on a whole different lane
Riding round deliver wit the gang, uhh
I wear my drip in LA
Talkin money you ain’t got a thing, uhh

[Verse]
[Smooky MarGielaa]
Gucci tanks, uhh
Secret bank, uhh
Heard you wanna link up
Bring them things up
[Honcho Da Savage]
You niggas fugazi
I come with my 30
Yeah I woke up early
I just flipped a birdie
Niggas lame, sorry
Rock and roll, rari
Tryna rob big heat
Now you dead, deceased
[Smooky MarGielaa]
Who you robbin huh?
You ain’t robbin Smooky
I got 30 guns
Yeah its getting spooky
When I was 13
Shit I was a g
I was robbin niggas
Takin all they fees, aye
I was off the leash, uhh
Running from the D’s, uhh
Friends was askin me, uhh
Where my niggas be? Uhh
All these racks I need em
All my niggas they green, uhh
You ain’t talkin money
I swear I don’t need ya
And Im with 16, yuh
And Im with 16, yuh
If you talking wrong, yuh
16 to your bean, yuh

[Hook]
[Honcho Da Savage]
I’m on that fuck shit, (I’m on that fuck shit)
I got a big stick, (I got a big stick)
Choppa on dumb shit, (Choppa on dumb shit)
I am a misfit, (I am a misfit)
Don’t get your shit split, (Don’t get your shit split)
I got a dirty stick, (I got a dirty stick)
It got a dirty clip, (It got a dirty clip)
Ima do dirty shit, (Ima do dirty shit)
[Smooky MarGielaa]
I got a 30 clip, (Woo)
Its gon do dirty shit, uhh, (Woo)
Pull up and empty clip, (Woo)
Boy you not meant for this, uhh, (Woo)
I’m on a whole different lane
Riding round deliver wit the gang, uhh
I wear my drip in LA
Talkin money you ain’t got a thing, uhh

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Gryffin – Nobody Compares To You (feat. Katie Pearlman) (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1]
Thought I saw you at our bar last night
Hid in the bathroom, I just couldn’t stay high

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause I took so much time to reset my life
But in just one look, I’m back
Forget that I could have any one I like
But now all I remember is what we had

[Chorus]
Nobody, nobody, nobody compares to you
Somebody, somebody please help me get over you
‘Cause it feels like I’ve been wasting my time
In all the wrong places, on all the wrong faces
Nobody compares to you
Nobody compares to you
Nobody compares to you

[Post-Chorus]
Nobody compares to you
Nobody compares to you

[Verse 2]
What should I do?
Maybe I’ll move away
Start somewhere new, I’ll let you have LA

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause I took so much time to reset my life
But in just one look, I’m back
Forget that I could have any one I like
But now all I remember is what we had

[Chorus]
Nobody, nobody, nobody compares to you
Somebody, somebody please help me get over you
‘Cause it feels like I’ve been wasting my time
In all the wrong places, on all the wrong faces
Nobody compares to you
Nobody compares to you
Nobody compares to you

[Post-Chorus]
Nobody compares to you
Nobody compares to you

[Bridge]
You’re once in a lifetime
Better than New Year’s at midnight
Wanna grab on and hold tight
And I won’t let go
I hope you can hear this
‘Cause it’s your face that I miss
Your lips I wanna kiss

[Chorus]
Nobody, nobody, nobody compares to you
Somebody, somebody please help me get over you
‘Cause it feels like I’ve been wasting my time
In all the wrong places, on all the wrong faces
Nobody compares to you

[Post-Chorus]
Nobody compares to you
Nobody, nobody, nobody compares to you

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Marc E. Bassy – So Simple (feat. G-Eazy)

[Marc E. Bassy:]
When I was broke girl, we wasn’t rocking
But to tell the truth girl, that didn’t stop me
Said you wanted to get the Wraith, Imma cop that
Now we be picking up every time you drop that
And your next dude, you know I’mma top that
And she wanna come back, She wanna come back to me
Now she wanna come back she wanna come back to me

But she don’t fly my way
Unless I’m on PJ
That gossip, all you say
My baby you got so LA
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple

When I got on girl, you didn’t trust me
But to tell you the truth girl, that didn’t bug me
You came to my party, with your young socialite
I slid a couple ’cause I was cold as ice
Then the next morining you gon’ tell me you love me
Now she wanna come back
She wanna come back to me
Now she wanna come back
Now she wanna come back to me

But she don’t fly my way
Unless I’m on PJ
That gossip, all you say
My baby you got so LA
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple

[G-Eazy:]
She’s so simple
She’s so cliché
She’s so gossip
She say, he say
She wants me back, says that each day
But I don’t repeat, and I don’t replay
She moved to Weho, now that’s where she stay
Went up on weekday, she f- the DJ
She won’t fly my way, unless I’m on PJ
She lied to me, I would die before I betray
Anyone I love most, Anyone I hold close
Sniffing all her love up, OD off of one dose
One shot, play me, I become ghost
You could be the prettiest, but ugly when it’s up close
Used to be my type, now I’m off those
Driving through the city full of lost souls
Just be careful look out for the potholes
But now I know how to spot those

[Marc E. Bassy (G-Eazy):]
But she don’t drive my car, unless I’m on a boulevard
That vintage fits you good
You getting known in Hollywood (hey)
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple (I can’t believe it)
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple (yeah)

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Charli XCX – Boys (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

I was busy thinking ’bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
Boys, boys (XCX)
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys

I need that bad boy to do me right on a Friday
And I need that good one to wake me up on a Sunday
That one from work can come over on Monday night
I want ’em all
I want ’em all
And when they finally leave me I’m all alone, but
I’m looking down and my girls are blowing my phone up
Them twenty questions, they asking me where I’m at
Didn’t hit ’em back

I’m sorry that I missed your party
I wish I had a better excuse like
"I had to trash the hotel lobby"

But I was busy thinking ’bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
Boys, boys
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys

In every city I got one with different ringtones
Flying from LA all the way to Puerto Rico
My girls are calling me asking me where I’m at
Didn’t hit ’em back

I’m sorry that I missed your party
I wish I had a better excuse like
But I can’t even lie, you got me

I was busy thinking ’bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
Boys, boys
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys

Don’t be mad, don’t be mad at me (no, no, no, no)
Darling, I can’t stop it
Even if I wanted
Don’t be mad, don’t be mad at me (no, no, no, no)
Missed what you were saying
I was miles away, yeah
Don’t be mad, don’t be mad, not like I had a choice

I was busy thinking ’bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
Boys, boys

I was busy thinking ’bout boys (boys)
Boys (boys), boys (boys)
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys (dreaming ’bout boys)
Boys, boys (oh)
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys

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Temperature – Devvon Terrell lyrics

Lyrics Devvon Terrell – Temperature

Please stop texting me at 3 in the morning
Shawty if you next to me
Got to get up in the morning
f*ck how I’m feeling now
Cause you got in my mind yea
I was just chillen but now you got me
On your time yea
You don’t got to worry about loving me
Do this s**t right here no repercussions (yea)
All I want to hear is that you on your way
Hope in that lyft or Uber come right now
Damn it’s still 3 in the morning
We in LA everything closing
At 2 in the morning
All out of options so you are my options
So slide thru
I just want to be inside you
These are the words of a side dude
I don’t get caught up on titles
I’ll rather sit back be idol
I need you just the way you need me
I can be your in between talking about
A sometimes times kind of lover
When he texting you girl I don’t notice
Put it on silent so I can focus
We can even put on vibrate yet
Set your Alarm for work in the am.(temperature)

It’s so hard to say Goodbye
Cause yesterday oh yea
Cause you was iffy in your feelings (yea)
I’m sick of playing these games
So I’m checking your temperature.

Tryna feel you out when I kick game
Go to fast let me switch lanes
Is she hot is she cold
Love me not let me know
Tryna feel you out when I kick game
Go to fast let me switch lanes
Is she hot is she cold
Love me not let me know.

Tell me what’s good baby I’m right here
Tryna feel you out but you still not clear
When you leave me out here I go
So cold don’t know how much
You take me out the zone
Or you be f*cking with me
Slow texting me wonder if you
Playing with me
Are you hot or you cold
Or am I warm yea
Getting closer to you shorty
Right now yea
Giving me the runaround yea
Stop driving round in circles
Like I said hop in that Lyft or Uber
Come right now versuri-lyrics.info
It’s later than 3 in the morning now
If this was New York sun will be up
And that just kills my vibe
We in LA so we got us more time
So slide thru
I just want to be inside you
These are the words of a side dude
I don’t get caught up on titles
I’ll rather sit back and be idol
I need you just the way you need me
I can be your inbetween talking about
A sometimes times kind of lover

It’s so hard to say Goodbye
Cause yesterday oh yea
Cause you was iffy in your feelings (yea)
Sick of playing these games
So I’m checking your temperature.

Oh na na na na na na na na
Tryna feel you out when I kick game
Go to fast let me switch lanes
Is she hot is she cold
Love me not let me know.

Tryna feel you out when I kick game
Go to fast let me switch lanes
Is she hot is she cold
Love me not let me knowww.
Devvon Terrell lyrics
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Two – Trill Sammy lyrics

Lyrics Trill Sammy – Two

Yeah I keep 2
Two of everything
Two bad b*tches in the coupe switching lanes
Yeah I keep 2
Of that OG strain
Two backwoods, I’mma stuff it til I can’t
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo cups for my drank
Swear my new b*tch cute as hell I love when she give brain
Yeah I keep two
Twooo of everything
Count this cash, what’s understood don’t need to be explained.

I just blew some change and walked in like boss with all my chains
Seen my diamonds dancing now she wanna kick s**t like Liu Kang
I just met this b*tch and fucked her now she really acting strange
Jump in that coupe go insane
She wanna hang with the gang
She wanna sip on my drank
All about my cash so I’mma need that check in advance
Know this b*tch’ll f**k my mans
So I can’t give these b*tches a chance
I just wanna win they want me to lose
I ball out the gym then jump in the coupe.

Yeah I keep two
Twooo of everything
Two bad b*tches in the coupe switching lanes
Yeah I keep 2
Of that OG strain
Two backwoods, I’mma stuff it til I can’t
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo cups for my drank
Swear my new b*tch cute as hell I love when she give brain
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo of everything
Count this cash, what’s understood don’t need to be explained.

I know that I can have that p***y but I rather wait
Ran into the plug in LA say he ship it outta state
Been counting worth too much cash and I ain’t even graduate
This a Audemars play versuri-lyrics.info
Model b*tch like Kim K tryna flex on me no way
Flexing in some fly s**t when I fall through
Put her on the team she tryna ball too
F**k your b*tch in Céline pour up the promethazine
Pull up in somethin real clean man what do you mean
Woke up thought it was a dream.

Yeah I keep two
Twooo of everything
Two oobad b*tches in the coupe switching lanes
Yeah I keep 2
Of that OG strain
Twooo backwoods, I’mma stuff it til I can’t
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo cups for my drank
Swear my new b*tch cute as hell I love when she give brain
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo of everything
Count this cash, what’s understood don’t need to be explaineddd.
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Charlie Puth – Attention (David Guetta Remix)

[Instrumental]

[Intro]
Woah-oah, hm-hmm

[Verse 1]
You’ve been runnin’ ’round, runnin’ ’round, runnin’ ’round
Throwin’ that dirt all on my name
‘Cause you knew that I, knew that I, knew that I’d
Call you up
You’ve been going ’round, going ’round, going ’round
Every party in LA
‘Cause you knew that I, knew that I, knew that I’d
Be at one, oh

[Pre-Chorus]
I know that dress is karma, perfume regret
You got me thinking ’bout when you were mine, ooh
And now I’m all up on ya, what you expect?
But you’re not coming home with me tonight

[Chorus]
You just want attention, you don’t want my heart
Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new
Yeah, you just want attention, I knew from the start
You’re just making sure I’m never gettin’ over you

[Bridge]
You just want attention
Tention (x14)
You just want a–

[Instrumental]

[Chorus]
You just want attention, you don’t want my heart
Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new
Yeah, you just want attention, I knew from the start
You’re just making sure I’m never gettin’ over you, oh

[Bridge]
You just want attention
Tention (x14)
You just want a–

[Instrumental]

[Outro]
You just want attention

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DEMRICK – Superficial (Uncensored)

[Intro]
Woah woah woah, yeah yeah
This that summertime shit
No doubt

[Verse 1]
I’m out here on a goal (I’m still movin’)
Paying bills on the road (The bills keep coming in)
So don’t say I’m superficial when I tell you I’m trying to get that dough (Let’s go get this money, yeah)
Yeah I’m trapping off my phone (I’m trapping off my phone)
Putting cookies in the cone (We got the flavors)
Just put a down payment on a house
Boy I’m tryna get my moms into that home (I got you momma)
So don’t call me superficial (Don’t call me superficial)
Just cause I’m official (Way too official)
Pick some food up off the menu (Go ‘head)
Don’t worry bout the bill, it’s not an issue (I got it)
Superficial, you ain’t seen the shit I went through (You don’t even know)
So all that talk is out the window (It’s way out the window)
All cash, no payments in the dash
It’s amazing baby, this is not a rental (Skrrrr!)
This a Hoppa instrumental (This a Hoppa instrumental)
I let him set the tempo (Go ‘head, set the tempo Hop)
Go into the booth, smoke a blunt
Make a song, man my life is that simple (It’s that easy)

[Hook]
So don’t call me superficial
Don’t call me superficial
(Don’t call me superficial)
Don’t call me superficial
Don’t call me superficial
(Cause I ain’t even trying to hear all that shit right now man, you need to shut the fuck up)

[Verse 2]
Don’t blame me for dreaming and not struggling
Up again hustling just to get it bubbling
[?] haters try to pop your bubble
I stay grounded like a shovel, but my mind is in a shuttle
Trying to figure out a way out
I wanna be at the beach with a beach towel where the bitches lay out
Being broke is played out
Me and my niggas on some new shit
Like taking our family on vacations on cruise ships
And groupies aiming for my pocket like a pool stick
Baby got cakes and like me on top like Cool Whip
Just copped the Rolly, feeling like a young Kobe out in LA
As around the way, they gon’ know me
This been a long time in the making
Now I’m poppin’ like bacon
Get my feet up on the pavement and I turned it into payments
It ain’t no changing nah, been the same since I came around
So let me know if you down

[Hook]
[Hook]
So don’t call me superficial
(Don’t call me superficial)
Don’t call me superficial
(I’m too official)
Don’t call me superficial
(They acting like if they can’t have it, I can’t have it)
Don’t call me superficial
(Shit crazy. Work hard everyday and get it too)

[Outro]
This that summertime shit
Broken Complex Studios
And we still movin’
Keep that negative shit way over there
We don’t even want it no where close to us
Actually you see that corner back there
Pass that, I don’t even wanna see it
Nigga mad cause he don’t got something, better go out and work twice as hard
Nigga you acting way crazy right now
I don’t even understand your thinking
You gotta get your whole head right then get your bread right
Yeah

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Fetty Wap, Red Cafe & Fabolous – Jackpot

[Verse 1: Red Cafe]
I be in them foreigns like I got the bonus
I just hit a lick, yeah, I got the bonus
Shawty fuck with me, you just got the bonus
You just got the bonus, squad, ayy

[Chorus: Red Cafe]
I just hit the jackpot
I just hit the jackpot
I, I just hit the jackpot (we did it, we did it)
I just hit the jackpot
I just hit the jackpot
I, I just hit the jackpot
I just hit the jackpot (we did it, we did it)
I just hit the jack

[Verse 2: Red Cafe]
Jackpot, jackpot, yeah
Rolls-Royce, that time, yeah
Blackjack, blackjack, woo
Money team, dope team, ooh
I been gettin’ paper all day
I ain’t seen a hater all day
I been goin’ hard, I don’t play
If you want the wave, you gon’ pay

[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Hol’ up, fuck how you feel, you can’t stay
Take your boujee back to LA
Rolled up, then she hit the J
Splash brother, had to hit your bae
Jackpot, jackpot, damn
Baby got back, goddamn
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Hard head but the ass soft, woo, hol’ up

[Chorus: Red Cafe & Fetty Wap]
I just hit the jackpot
I just hit the jackpot
I, I just hit the jackpot (Zoovier, we did it, we did it)
I just hit the jackpot (1738)

[Verse 4: Fetty Wap]
Ayy, she give extendos out the window, babe
Ayy, you see the wings wherever we go, babe
Ayy, they can’t control me, ain’t no remote, baby
They pop out and cut a hater, freethrow, baby
Ayy, it’s Zoovie, zoovin’ like what you mean?
Before he check me, let them bangers squeeze, babe
I hit the season like pound a week, baby
They keep it real, you gon’ have to leave
Before your dope bitch take two of these
I brush it off, it ain’t nothin’ to me, baby
These niggas hard to try and box with me
Baby, ain’t no dog fight, ain’t no referee (squad)

[Chorus: Red Cafe]
I just hit the jackpot
I just hit the jackpot
I, I just hit the jackpot (we did it, we did it)
I just hit the jackpot

[Verse 5: Fabolous]
Oh, jackpot, jackpot
Lil’ baby feel the jewels
Dealer dealt me a good hand
Got me dancin’ like Uzi
Shawty think she a baddy
She be bangin’ to the Boosie
She be twerkin’ to the RiRi
See my lifestyle in 3D
Gon’ get it, gon’ get it
‘Bout to check, I’m all with it
Girl, you got a lil’ sauce with ya
I like that, I’m all with it (splash)
Hold up, shawty sex so good that she don’t fuck for free, baby
But she gon’ bust that thing for me, baby, ooh

[Chorus: Red Cafe]
I just hit the jackpot
I just hit the jackpot
I, I just hit the jackpot (we did it, we did it)
I just hit the jackpot
I just hit the jackpot
I just hit the jackpot
I, I just hit the jackpot (we did it, we did it)
I just hit the jackpot

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Camila Cabello – OMG (feat. Quavo)

[Verse 1: Camila Cabello]
Baby, what’cha say?
I ain’t here to, I ain’t here to conversate
Baby, I don’t play
From Miami, causin’ trouble in LA
Rowdy, Tennessee
If I don’t send for you, best not come for me
Jordan, 23
Guarantee you’re gonna wanna leave with me

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
I got that li-li-li-life
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
Ooh, my God, you look good today
Ooh, my God, you look good today, yeah
Back up, back up, back up, do it slow-mo
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
Ooh, my God, you look good today
You look good today, yeah
Oh my God

[Post-Chorus: Quavo & Camila Cabello]
Oh my God, yah, uh
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yah, uh
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yah, uh
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yah

[Verse 2: Camila Cabello]
Ice cold, like my drink
Lose your concentration when you take a sip, yeah (sip it, sip it)
Cyclone, make it spin
‘Cause all I, all I, all I, all I do is win
Yeah, I’m cut like a diamond, I’m cold
4 A.M., bloom like a rose
Girls like the summer, we’re gold, uh

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
We got that li-li-li-life
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through (yeah, yeah)
Ooh, my God, you look good today
Ooh, my God, you look good today, yeah
Back up, back up, back up, do it slow-mo
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
Ooh, my God (my God), you look good today
You look good today, yeah
Oh my God

[Post-Chorus: Quavo & Camila Cabello]
Oh my God, yah, uh
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yah, uh
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yah, uh
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yah

[Verse 3: Quavo & Camila Cabello]
Oh my God, she’s so right, though (you know you’re so right)
Me and you, that’s a iso
Waist so small, look like lipo (li-, lipo)
Moonwalk, my diamonds Michael (Mi-, Michael)
She’s so fine, I call my best man (brr)
Ain’t no rings on her left hand (no rings)
I had a dream I was in quicksand (dream)
Then I woke up with the best plans—yah, oh my God—, yah (uh)
Oh my god, you’re awesome (yah)
Smoke more green than Boston (green)
I make a play and call ’em (yah)
Oh my God, she flossin’ (ooh)
On the cover of magazines, I’ma crown the queen (queen)
Bad and boujee, thick and pretty
I’m givin’ her wet dreams (ooh, yuh)
I’m the main reason why her friends like me (hey)
Havin’ her mad at me, tackle me like I’m an athlete (ooh, yuh)

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through (yeah, yeah)
Ooh, my God, you look good today
Ooh, my God, you look good today, yeah (yah)
Back up, back up, back up, do it slow-mo
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
Ooh, my God, you look good today
You look good today, yeah
Oh my God

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Camila Cabello – OMG Lyrics

[Intro: Camila Cabello]
Oh my God

[Verse 1: Camila Cabello]
Baby, what’cha say?
I ain’t here to, I ain’t here to conversate
Baby, I don’t play
From Miami causing trouble in LA
Rough day, Tennessee
If I ask them for you, best not come for me
Jordan, 23
Guarantee you’re gonna wanna leave with me

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
I got that la la la la
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
(Oh) my God, you look good today
(Oh) my God, you look good today
Back up, back up, back up do it slow-mo
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
(Oh) my God, you look good today
You look good today
Oh my God

[Post-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God

[Verse 2: Camila Cabello]
Ice cold, like my drink
Lose your concentration when you take a sip, yeah
Cyclone, make it spin
Cause all I, all I, all I do is win
Yeah I’m cut like a diamond, I’m coal
Follow your bloom like a rose
Cross like the sun when we go
Oooh

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
We got that la la la la
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
(Oh) my God, you look good today
(Oh) my God, you look good today
Back up, back up, back up do it slow-mo
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
(Oh) my God, you look good today
You look good today
Oh my God

[Post-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God

[Verse 3]

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
We got that la la la la
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
(Oh) my God, you look good today
(Oh) my God, you look good today
Back up, back up, back up do it slow-mo
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
(Oh) my God, you look good today
You look good today
Oh my God

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Gunna – Phase

[Chorus:]
Call me insane (call me insane)
I’ma pour up a pint (a pint)
Try to take away the pain (the pain)
Got me going through some things (things)
Going through some things (going through some thing)
I don’t want no fame (fame)
You know why I came (know why I came)
Going through some changes (changes)
I’m trying to make some changes (tryna make some changes)
Trying to get through these phases (get through these phases)
Going through a phase (going through a phase)
Going through a phase (a phase)
I don’t want to lay (don’t want to lay)
I’m going to get paid (going to get paid)
Get my momma a raise (yah)

[Verse 1:]
I just got some new Vlone (Vlone)
Had to do this shit on my own (my own)
Ain’t no nigga put me on (no)
Ain’t no nigga put me on
Ain’t no nigga put me on (me on)
You could hear this shit in my song
Always put heart in my song (my song)
These niggas thought I was starving
I was eating filet minion (yeah)
The bitch was dubbing my call log
Now the bitch is blowing my phone (yeah)
Niggas still riding with the sawed off
But I keep the K in my home (my home)
Had my niggas shop that hard ball
All my niggas gonna ball (ball)
I got these bitches in LA (bitches in LA)
My bro still got bricks from out of state (bricks from out the state)
He put that icing on the cake (icing on the cake)
I got some ice on I can skate (ice on I can skate)
I need some cash I cannot wait (cash I cannot wait)
You get some bags I’m serving weight (bags I’m serving weight)
I’m trying to find a cheaper rate (find a cheaper rate)
I got some racks up out the paint (racks up out the paint)
I hope you didn’t lie that’s all I say (lie that’s all I say)
My bro lost his life for heaven’s sake (life for heaven’s sake)
I was just broke they can’t relate (broke they can’t relate)
But I told you we gone see better days (gone see better days)
Told you I’m going through a phase
I’m talking ‘bout that time I fought the case (time I fought the case)
Real bosses take losses everyday
Know the lord he won’t let me lose my faith

[Chorus:]
Call me insane (call me insane)
I’ma pour up a pint (a pint)
Try to take away the pain (the pain)
Got me going through some things (things)
Going through some things (going through some thing)
I don’t want no fame (fame)
You know why I came (know why I came)
Going through some changes (changes)
I’m trying to make some changes (tryna make some changes)
Trying to get through these phases (get through these phases)
Going through a phase (going through a phase)
Going through a phase (a phase)
I don’t want to lay (don’t want to lay)
I’m going to get paid (going to get paid)
Get my momma a raise (yah)

[Verse 2:]
A lot of my real friends dead (friends dead)
Lost a couple homies to the feds (to the feds)
Man this shit was all I read (all I read)
I’m just tryna hold my head
I’m just tryna hold my head (hold my head)
And I need to shake my hand
Cause I’m tryna counting these bands (count these bands)
He done made his life a lot harder
Now he got to lay in his bed (lay in his bed)
I remember riding with no father
Nigga still tryna get in his bag (bag)
Remember we had a whole lot of problems
Till them niggas started serving bags (start selling bags)
Then them niggas start popping tags (popping tags)
Pulling off a lot paper tags (paper tags)
We brought these whips home without a lease (home without a lease)
I put that shit on without a crease (on without a crease)
I po’ up a four and I get geeked (four and I get geeked)
I’m still taking S I cannot sleep (S I cannot sleep)
I know mama want the best for me (want the best for me)
I hope they don’t come and test a G (come and test a G)
They know that these necklaces nothing cheap (necklace nothing cheap)
And I know these niggas play for keeps (niggas play for keeps)
And we at the top you cannot reach (top you cannot reach)
My niggas work but not for free (work but not for free)
I just need verses on the beat (verses on the beat)
You niggas gone have to pay for me (have to pay for me)
Dinero the only thing I see
I’m tryna put the ice in the Philippe (ice in the Philippe)
Yea Gunna he really from the street
I bossed up and let my brothers eat (let my brothers eat)

[Chorus:]
Call me insane (call me insane)
I’ma pour up a pint (a pint)
Try to take away the pain (the pain)
Got me going through some things (things)
Going through some things (going through some thing)
I don’t want no fame (fame)
You know why I came (know why I came)
Going through some changes (changes)
I’m trying to make some changes (tryna make some changes)
Trying to get through these phases (get through these phases)
Going through a phase (going through a phase)
Going through a phase (a phase)
I don’t want to lay (don’t want to lay)
I’m going to get paid (going to get paid)
Get my momma a raise (yah)

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Mulatto Beats – Ranting Stuff (feat. Trapo) (.22 Summers Album)

[Verse: Trapo]
Black bastard, torture a mumble rapper
What you finna teach I ain’t mastered, don’t get it backwards
Gettin’ harder, it’s scripted, I see the actress
Trap been harder, these niggas is not rappin’
I been focused on banding up and ranting stuff
Making sure my shit sound like a Grammy when I say it’s done
Ford 4 Door on the way, I used to take the bus
Four more tapes on the way, a nigga warming up
Yeah, ho you gon’ like my style
Why they gon’ bite my taste
They gon’ museum my sound
I got the blackest touch in front of the whitest crowds
Can’t wait to run this shit, live in a white man’s house, right
Been focused on banding up and ranting stuff
Could care less ’bout some shitty album or the guns you tuck
Truth is if I drop a shitty album I’m gon’ make it up
I don’t really trip about the outcome ’cause this shit is fun
Picture this, little nigga, little funds
Reach out to a manager, he figure he can get ’em paid
Rappin’ ’bout the shade, niggas need a break
Niggas need a raise so he dropped it and they fuck with it
Stuck with it, stuck with it
I’m stuck with it now nigga
Smoking them pounds quicker than kicking my vowels
Can’t hang around with the foul niggas
Don’t, wanna hang around with the foul niggas
Can’t, hang around with the foul children, no

[Interlude: Trapo]
Oh well, she mad at me
A break from me, me
Nope now she mad at me
Away from me, you said
You wasn’t workin’ late
Still lying to me
All I want is you, you, you, you
Young girl, you a young girl into something
Boredom lead to something, don’t it
All the time turn you over, tossin’ turnin’, don’t it
Lead to something, don’t it
Lead to something, don’t it
All the time

[Outro]
Hey miss
You never been to LA, wanna play, this is no vacation
Work, so I can let you come to my place
And I’ll wait, and I’ll wait

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Boys – Charli XCX lyrics

Lyrics Charli XCX – Boys

I was busy thinking ’bout boys
booys, booys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
boys, boys (XCX)
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys.

I need that bad boy to do me right on a Friday
And I need that good one to wake me up on a Sunday
That one from work can come over on Monday night
I want ’em all
I want ’em all
And when they finally leave me I’m all alone, but
I’m looking down and my girls are blowing my phone up
Them twenty questions, they asking me where I’m at
Didn’t hit ’em back.

I’m sorry that I missed your party
I wish I had a better excuse like
“I had to trash the hotel lobby”
But..

I was busy thinking ’bout booys
booys, booys
I was busy dreaming ’bout booys
booys, booys
Head is spinning thinking ’bout booys.

In every city I got ones with different ringtones
Flying from LA all the way to Puerto Rico
My girls are calling me asking me where I’m at
Didn’t hit ’em back.

I’m sorry that I missed your party
I wish I had a better excuse
But I can’t even lie, you got me.

I was busy thinking ’bout booys
booys, booys versuri-lyrics.info
I was busy dreaming ’bout booys
booys, booys
Head is spinning thinking ’bout booys.

Don’t be mad, don’t be mad at me
Darling, I can’t stop it
Even if I wanted
Don’t be mad, don’t be mad at me
Missed what you were saying
I was miles away, yeah
Don’t be mad, don’t be mad
Not like I had a choice.

I was busy thinking ’bout booys
booys, booys
I was busy dreaming ’bout booys
booys, booys.

I was busy thinking ’bout booys (booys)
booys (booys), booys
I was busy dreaming ’bout booys
booys, booys (ooh, baby – yeah)
Head is spinning thinking ’bout booysss.
Charli XCX lyrics
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Charli XCX – Boys (Leak) Lyrics

[Intro]
I was busy thinking ’bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
Boys, boys (XCX)
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys

[Verse 1]
I need that bad boy to do me right on a Friday
And I need that good one to wake me up on a Sunday
That one from work can come over on Monday night
I want ’em all
I want ’em all
And when they finally leave me I’m all alone, but
I’m looking down and my girls are blowing my phone up
Them twenty questions, they asking me where I’m at
Didn’t hit ’em back

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m sorry that I missed your party
I wish I had a better excuse like
“I had to trash the hotel lobby”
But

[Chorus]
I was busy thinking ’bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
Boys, boys
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys

[Verse 2]
In every city I got ones with different ringtones
Flying from LA all the way to Puerto Rico
My girls are calling me asking me where I’m at
Didn’t hit ’em back

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m sorry that I missed your party
I wish I had a better excuse
But I can’t even lie, you got me

[Chorus]
I was busy thinking ’bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
Boys, boys
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys

[Verse 3]
Don’t be mad, don’t be mad at me (no, no, no, no)
Darling, I can’t stop it
Even if I wanted
Don’t be mad, don’t be mad at me (no, no, no, no)
Missed what you were saying
I was miles away, yeah
Don’t be mad, don’t be mad, not like I had a choice

[Bridge]
I was busy thinking ’bout boys
Boys, boys
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys
Boys, boys

[Outro]
I was busy thinking ’bout boys (boys)
Boys (boys), boys (boys)
I was busy dreaming ’bout boys (dreaming ’bout boys)
Boys, boys (oh)
Head is spinning thinking ’bout boys

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Alt-J – Deadcrush

[Verse 1]
Extraordinarily pretty teeth
Beauty lingers out of reach
You’re my DC oh Lee, oh
Man Ray went cray cray over you
Capturing but never captured
You’re my DC oh Lee, oh

[Chorus]
Swim low
In the back dry in the night
Sample
Put it there, get the money (watch me now)
In the back of a Volvo car
Sample
Hold over
Pay up sign up LA

[Verse 2]
Anna Bolina, maid of honour
Not your sister, fearful temper
You’re my DC oh Anna, oh
Unknown artist took your likeness
Henry Tudor left you lifeless
You’re my DC oh Anna, oh

[Interlude 1]
Keepa, keepa, keepa, keep me damn down
Let it low
Let me know where you go (watch me now)
Papa, papa, papa
Get me down
Deep, deep down
Pablo, let me know

[Interlude 2]
If you don’t have the ace of hearts
My dear, you’re a lost man
Falcon for you, Anna, from the left arm of the falconer
Anna, Anna, Anna, Anna L’Arlésienne

[Chorus]
Swim low
In the back dry in the night
Sample
Put it there, get the money (watch me now)
In the back of a Volvo car
Sample
Hold over
Pay up, sign up LA

[Chorus]
Swim low
In the back dry in the night
Sample
Put it there, get the money (watch me now)
In the back of a Volvo car
Sample
Hold over
Pay up, sign up LA

[Outro]
Watch me now

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smokepurpp – Ok (feat. Lil Pump)

[Intro]
Lil Purpp , Lil Pump
All these chains man
Lil Purpp , Lil Pump
Ronny J on the beat bitch
OK, Eskeetit

[Chrous]
OK OK OK OK OK OK OK
I fucked his bitch OK
Nut on her lip OK
I got a stick OK, I let it hit OK

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
Lil purpp I am moving that pack
Came in this bitch with a Mac
Gelato, I’m smoking on wax
You could get shot from the back
Drip drip chains in my neck look like piss
Hundred round just with the stick
Diamonds all over my wrist
I just walked in with your bitch
Glock seventeen with a grip
Shoot Donald Trump in the lip
I put a Xan in my drink
I’m in the club and I twist it
Money is taller than midget
Walk in the store and I pick it
Xan got me spinning like fidget

[Chrous]
OK OK OK OK OK OK OK
I fucked his bitch OK
Nut on her lip OK
I got a stick OK, I let it hit OK

[Verse 2: Lil pump]
I’m off the Xan OK, yea
I fucked your bitch in LA, damm
Them bitches do what I say, ouu
She let me bust in her face, ouu
This is Givenchy
I got on [?] the way
Eskeetit all over the place
I put kilos on her plate, ouu
Mama whipping every day, woow
Grandma whipping like a slave, yea
100 Mollies in the safe, ouu
And my lawyer selling yay, yea
OK OK OK, I fucked your bitch in a bay
OK OK, she in my house like a maid

[Chrous]
OK OK OK OK OK OK OK
I fucked his bitch OK
Nut on her lip OK
I got a stick OK, I let it hit OK

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SmokePurpp – OK Lyrics

[Intro]
Lil Purpp , Lil Pump
All these chains man
Lil Purpp , Lil Pump
Ronny J on the beat bitch
OK, Eskeetit

[Chrous]
OK OK OK OK OK OK OK
I fucked his bitch OK
Nut on her lip OK
I got a stick OK, I let it hip OK

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
Lil purpp I am moving that pack
Came in this bitch with a Mack, Gelato, I’m smoking on wax
You could get shot from the back
Drip drip chains in my neck look like piss
Hundred round just with the stick
Diamonds all over my wrist
I just walked in with your bitch
Glock seventeen with a grip
Shoot down the chopper its lit
I put a Xan in my drink
I’m in the club and I twist it
Money is taller than midget
Walk in the store and I pick it
Xan got me spinning like fidget

[Chrous]
OK OK OK OK OK OK OK
I fucked his bitch OK
Nut on her lip OK
I got a stick OK, I let it hip OK

[Verse 2: Lil pump]
I’m off the Xan OK, yea
I fucked your bitch in LA, damm
Them bitches do what I say, uuu
She let me bust in her face, uuu
This is Givenchy
I got on [?] the way
Eskeetit all over the place
I put kilos on her plate
Mama whipping every day, woow
Grandma whipping like a slave, yea
100 Mollies in the safe, and my lawyer selling yay
OK OK OK, I fucked your bitch in a bay
OK OK, she in my house like a maid

[Chrous]
OK OK OK OK OK OK OK
I fucked his bitch OK
Nut on her lip OK
I got a stick OK, I let it hip OK

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Quentin Miller – Expression 5.5 (feat. Trae Tha Truth)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
One three one seven man
Man, man, yeah

[Verse 1]
Jump right back to the beats
20 somethin’ songs in a week
Checks comin in from the clicks
Mac, iPhone, PC
Clocked in middle of the night
2am going on 3
You wouldn’t understand my life
Wouldn’t understand, yeah
‘Bout to move to LA, ATL get too cold man
Middle man sittin’ in the way
Middle aged Quentin on the way
Nigga finna turn 28
Can’t be sittin’ in the same place
Can’t take a break no, no
Can’t take a break (whoa)
Back in the kitchen like Deen
Fuck these niggas like Dean
Legendary like Mike Dean
You ain’t seen the shit that I seen
I could never work at a desk
Nigga found a way to cheat death
Music only thing I got left, damn
Jump right back to the beats
20 somethin’ songs in a week
Checks comin in from the clicks
Mac, iPhone, PC
Mac, iPhone, P— (alright)

[Beat Switch]

[Verse 2]
(Yeah)
I made this beat and song yesterday
2017 we in a different age
Directly to my fans, axe the middle man
Yeah, XO’s for all my women friends
Respects owed to us we doing
What they said we can’t, man
Shout out Boi-1da he set the play up if it
Wasn’t for him I’d still be minimum wage
Till this day
Big blessings, I’m seeing big blessings
Grind harder, stack, leave my kids blessings
Put some respect up on my name
Quentin million dollar Miller
Keep the change, peep the change, damn
Peep the change, yeah

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Camila Cambello – OMG (oh My God) lyrics

Baby, what’cha say?
I ain’t here to, I ain’t here to conversate
Baby, I don’t play
From Miami causing trouble in LA
Rowdy Tennessee,
If I ask them for you, best not come for me
Jordan, 23
Guarantee you’re gonna wanna leave with me

I got that la la la la
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
(Oh) my God, you look good today
(Oh) my God, you look good today
Back up, back up, back up do it slow-mo
Yeah she drop that, bounce back like a yo-yo
(Oh) my God, you look good today
You look good today
Oh my God

Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God

Ice cold, like my drink
Lose your concentration when you take a sip, yeah
Cyclone, make it spin
Cause all I, all I, all I do is win
Yeah I’m cut like a diamond, I’m coal
Follow you I’ll bloom like a rose,
Cross like the sun when we go

Oooh
We got that la la la la
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
(Oh) my God, you look good today
(Oh) my God, you look good today
Back up, back up, back up do it slow-mo
Yeah she drop that, bounce back like a yo-yo
(Oh) my God, you look good today
You look good today
Oh my God

Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God

We got that la la la la
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
(Oh) my God, you look good today
(Oh) my God, you look good today
Back up, back up, back up do it slow-mo
Yeah she drop that, bounce back like a yo-yo
(Oh) my God, you look good today
You look good today
Oh my God

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Kilo – Doughboy feat. Lil Durk lyrics

Lyrics Doughboy – Kilo

40 on my neck, now I’m the hood hero
We shooting bricks like we shooting a free throw
Everything my way I swear I feel like Lito
Carter in this b*tch, now I feel like Nino.(kilo)

All I ever wanted was a kilo. (x4)

King up in this b*tch, I’m the hood hero
Got a couple thousand, we came up from zero
He front me what I’m buying so shout out to migo
He load up the plane and come in from Toledo
Rubber band that money I’m in love with C-notes
Them b*tches flock our section everywhere that we go
Cuz we popping yeah, young thousandaires
And all I wanted was a kilo versuri-lyrics.info
Drugs had mama gone, she was never there
That gave me free time to get my clientele
We eyeball that work, no we don’t need a scale
Unless it’s the one they use to weigh them whales.

40 on my neck, now I’m the hood hero
We shooting bricks like we shooting a free throw
Everything my way I swear I feel like Lito
Carter in this b*tch, now I feel like Nino.

All I ever wanted was a kilo. (x4)

Bricks and birds
Catch a opp, he switch his words
50 on me, boy don’t run
Shots go off, he send that word
On that corner, me and Berg
We did dirt all on that curb
Man this b*tch get on my nerves
Sit back b*tch and pop a perc
Kilos from Pedro, I’m like Debo with kilos
Stash spot for the drugs, LA trip, meet the migo
I’ma boul like Beanie, but in the streets I’m like Sigel
Rondo coming home the judge want him to do 5 plus 0
We got 4-5 bodies, for the opps killing Chino
Selling dope, El Chapo locked up so we selling soap
Free my killas, them my killas
All my niggas they some goons
Only niggas in the field, only niggas that ain’t told.

40 on my neck, now I’m the hood hero
We shooting bricks like we shooting a free throw
Everything my way I swear I feel like Lito
Carter in this b*tch, now I feel like Nino.

All I ever wanted was a kilooo. (x4)
Doughboy lyrics
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Mayzin – L.A. Girls

[Intro]
All these LA Girls
Woah, Woah, Woah
Yeah, Yeah

[Chorus]
Baby come and take this ride
Get yo pretty ass inside
Yeah, oh
Come, roll, with, me
La girls they be the coldest
You prolly didn’t that think that I would notice
But I’m on to you
Yeah, Oh
LA, Girls, I, swear

[Verse]
You probably out here livin check to check
Yeah
Looking for the fame and nothing less
Yeah
Searching for a nigga to finesse
Yeah
Posing in these pictures half undressed
And you just moved out here cause ain’t shit back home
Said yo nigga annoying he blowing up yo phone like
Where the hell you at?
You never gonna make it, bitch you comin back…
Right?
No
Bright lights it’s too enticing
So I ain’t tryna fight just bite me like Tyson
Cause I could be the one to change ya whole life
But I know you wanna kick it club
Party with the superstars and say goodbye to the scrubs
Yeah, yeah
And I can’t knock you for the that
Cause you gone fuck around make it and that’s a fact
You look up to every woman that you see in these reality shows
You ain’t tryna settle down
That’s how LA rolls I know

[Chorus #2 x2]
Baby come and take this ride
Get yo pretty ass inside
I fuck with you, yeah, oh
Come, roll, with, me
La girls they be the coldest
You prolly didn’t that think that I would notice
But I’m on to you
Yeah, Oh
LA, Girls, I, swear

[Trapscat]

[Outro]