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Trey Songz – Picture Perfect (Tremaine The Album Album)

[Intro]
Is it really picture perfect?
Yeah, picture perfect
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I, I, I apologize for the times that he hurt you
Realize it, you know he don’t deserve you
If you were mine, girl, I’d show you what you’re worth
Look in my eyes, I’m so on it, he acting like he don’t want it
I been lurking and waiting, that shit irking my patience
I’m a savage but I’m just trying some different shit lately
I don’t usually have to wait in line
What you doing to me? It’s fucking with my mind
Goddamn, I gotta see your ass online
Girl, again and again
With that other guy, goddamn
I know how it seems but can you tell me just one thing?

[Chorus]
Is it really picture perfect?
Does that nigga serve a purpose?
Is it really even working?
‘Cause underneath the surface, I can tell you’re hurting
Is it really picture perfect? Uh
You got a nigga working
Got me outchea tryna earn it, earn it
Well I’ma wait my turn then ’cause I know we gon’ burn it
Is it really picture perfect?
Yeah, is it really picture perfect?
Is it really picture perfect?

[Verse 2]
I was tryna mind mine, staying off your timeline
I’ma get right to the truth, I’m addicted to you, baby
I don’t know what to do, baby, wish I never met you
‘Cause ever since you came through, I been doing things that I never do, oh
I’m here and I just need to know if you can feel everything that I feel
I feel, like that thing you got, it ain’t for real

[Chorus]
Is it really picture perfect? (Is it really picture perfect?)
Does that nigga serve a purpose? (Does that nigga serve a purpose?)
Is it really even working? (Is it really even working?)
‘Cause underneath the surface, I can tell you’re hurting (underneath the surface, I can tell you’re hurting)
Is it really picture perfect? Uh (it don’t seem like it)
You got a nigga working (want you right now)
Got me outchea tryna earn it, earn it (oh)
Well I’ma wait my turn then ’cause I know we gon’ burn it
Is it really picture perfect?
Oh na na na na na, I can’t believe everything that I see
Is it really picture perfect?
I need to know
Is it really picture perfect?
Tell me, girl, tell me, girl
Is it really picture perfect?

[Outro]
Is it really picture perfect?
Picture perfect, perfect
Is it really picture perfect?
Is it really picture perfect?

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Trey Songz – Break From Love (Tremaine The Album Album)

[Chorus]
I don’t want a break, I don’t want a break from us
I don’t want a break, I don’t want a break from us
After all we’ve been through, so much, woah
I don’t want a break, I don’t want a break from love

[Verse 1]
You called me, I tried to shake the other night
In a heartbeat, guess you didn’t have the time
To wait on my broken promises
I told you, the reason with my rhyme

[Pre-Chorus]
We tried to work it out, we tried way back when
Your heart was spilling over without an end
I hurt you once before, I hurt you again
You lost the faith that you had, had trusted in

[Chorus]
So I don’t want a break, I don’t want a break from us
I don’t want a break, I don’t want a break from us
After all we’ve been through, so much, woah
I don’t want a break, I don’t want a break from love
A break from love, love
A break from love, love

[Verse 2]
This journey will have its ups and downs
Sustaining will last a test of trial
This burning will only last a while
First degree burns don’t leave scars, we can turn this pain around

[Pre-Chorus]
We tried to work it out, we tried way back when (way back when)
Your heart was spilling over without an end (without an end)
I hurt you once before, I hurt you again (again and again)
You lost the faith that you had, had trusted in (yeah, trusted in)

[Chorus]
So I don’t want a break, I don’t want a break from us
I don’t want a break, I don’t want a break from us
After all we’ve been through, so much, woah
I don’t want a break, I don’t want a break from love
A break from love, love
A break from love, love
A break from love, love
A break from love, love

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Mike WiLL Made It – On The Come Up (Ransom 2 Album)

[Intro: Big Sean]
Pérignon, mmm
Eardrummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Hook: Big Sean]
On the come up
On the come up
Sun up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my young ones on the come up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Look, all my niggas ’bout that action
Livin’ the life we imagined
I cut off all my distractions
And started attackin’
Whole team gotta have it
Loyalty is all I’m askin’
Wearin’ diamond medallions (Straight up)
My whole squad run the Atlas (Look)

[Verse 1 : Big Sean]
I feel like I was chose to
Take care of the ones I’m close to
Kitchen lookin’ like Whole Foods
Got the fam’ around like it’s Soul Food, damn
I do this here for the set
Working all year ’til we set
Quick to check a bitch, yeah I check her
Even though life’s a game of chess
‘Cause I’m living play-by-play, day-by-day
No time for her honestly
Unless her face lookin’ like a young Sade
‘Cause I gotta get it a hundred ways
What you know ’bout bein’ down and out?
‘Til niggas sayin’ you the best man
Like your best friend walkin’ down the aisle
When you make it, they gon’ say
I owe you in all kind of vowels
When you makin’ all kinda of thous
I just want the Presidential Rollie black face, Obama style
Then count the check up, E. Honda style
Boy, this the D where they be rockin’ fur and crocodile
Take your risk every time you out the house
But it’s all worth momma’s smile
Yeah, it’s all worth momma’s smile

[Hook: Big Sean]
On the come up
On the come up
Sun up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my young ones on the come up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up (Aye)
All my niggas ’bout that action
Livin’ the life we imagined
I cut off all my distractions
And started attackin’
Whole team gotta have it
Loyalty is all I’m askin’
Wearin’ diamond medallions (Straight up)
My whole squad run the Atlas (Look)

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
I was just on Jimmy Fallon
I just got back from the Islands
I took my daddy to Cancun
Then we went to the Bahamas
He had all they baby momma’s
I had all they momma babies
Boy, I swear this life is crazy
Told that nigga sit back and be lazy, yeah
Don’t worry, man, I got it, I got it, I got it
We buildin’ from the ground up, it’s in the block and
So the hood support us like I Mom and Pop’ed it
‘Cause I bring it home like I just adopt it
Volunteer for a lethal weapon
He ain’t need that sentence, he just needs direction
No one ever told them boys to make it out of debt
You gon’ need way more than street credit
I got redirected
Tryna take this lil piece of success I got and make it bigger
You can tell I’m focused in my baby pictures
Not replyin’ to texts, not even naked pictures
That’s how real it gets
Whole team so hungry for the meals and shit that I can feel this shit
They askin’ how we made it like the pyramids
It’s like I’m livin’ just to kill this shit

[Hook: Big Sean]
On the come up
On the come up
Sun up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my young ones on the come up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up (aye)
All my niggas ’bout that action
Livin’ the life we imagined
I cut off all my distractions
And started attackin’
Whole team gotta have it
Loyalty is all I’m askin’
Wearin’ diamond medallions
My whole squad run the Atlas

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Mike WiLL Made It – W Y O (What You On) (Ransom 2 Album)

[Intro]
Mike Willy with me nigga
Thugger, Thugger, baby
I’m out in the booth eating candy and shit
Can’t get enough, (Can’t get enough)
Eeeeeeeeeeeee

[Hook]
I cock back the stick and I aim at your dome
I say me a prayer then I send your ass home
No matter what you can’t take me off the throne
Aye I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Aye I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Yeah I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on

[Verse 1]
That was a mistake, I didn’t mean to say that
I fuck on that bitch and she don’t tell no one, I don’t play that
I’m real, I just told you so you can know where your lil’ bae at
And if you ever play about that lil’ bitch, I’ll beat you like where Zay at
They say no one do it better, motor geeked up all etcetera
Hop out with thousands of predators
I’m hungry, I want some competitors
And that shit get fly like a pelican
I’m in LA, I want me some editors
Don’t step on this landmine
I’m geeked out my mind, I’m not mankind
But this stick I’ma blast mine
Your bitch a tutor, you can class mine
Chanel first, no you can’t last mine
Didn’t I tell you ’bout that last time
I’m eating so good, it’s that crab time
I had me some cheese, yeah, I Kraft mine
Barter 6, nigga, halftime (Blatt)

[Hook]
I cock back the stick and I aim at your dome
I say me a prayer then I send your ass home
No matter what you can’t take me off the throne
Aye I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Aye I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Yeah I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on

[Verse 2]
Pull up on a bitch, in that foreign with exhaust
I just kicked that bitch up out my car and made her walk
No I’m not from Texas but I pull up kickin’ sauce (ooooohhh weeeee)
Christmastime, I spent half a ticket for Jack Frost
I stuff that bitch in a fender bender
Bend that bitch over like sinner sinner
Fuck the police, Man they trying to kill us
But I think they know that them slimes are killers (SLIME)
Yeah I think they know that them slimes are triller
The lots and lots lots of niggas
Fuck em all like we some thottie niggas
I need four wheels like a tri-cycle
Fuck on her friend and she know it, she know it
I bought a Jag and then show it, then show it
Cuz I really love it, didn’t do it to show it
Bought a G5 for my boys, my boys
Fuck a car note, I don’t owe her nothing oh
Lactose intolerant, Bae I’m spoiled, I’m spoiled
Take me some bars and take off to the stars
I done got so high, man, I think I see God (Hey Baby)

[Hook]
I cock back the stick and I aim at your dome
I say me a prayer then I send your ass home
No matter what you can’t take me off the throne
Aye I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Aye I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Yeah I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on

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Mike WiLL Made It – Hasselhoff (Ransom 2 Album)

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
This shit hard
Lil Boat
Ayy
Woo!

[Hook: Lil Yachty]
Ayy, girls going wild, they took they top off
Ayy, the coupe going wild, I took the top off (bitch!)
Ayy, dove in the pussy so deep, that bitch calling me Hasselhoff
I made a dream come true we servin’ swag no Oxeno

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Brother used to serve grams and price at downtown parking cost (bitch)
Fuck what it cost, pay the cost just to floss, jump off
18 years old, got my own crib (lil boat)
18 years old, got my own whip (lil boat)
This shit not regular
Dropped out of school and made more than a regular (bitch)
Told her pop that pussy like its Penicillin
Now put red dots on his head like his name was Krillin’
Now surpassed every rapper that started chillin’
Now they lookin’ at boat like I am the villain

[Hook: Lil Yachty]
Ayy, girls going wild, they took they top off
Ayy, the coupe going wild, just took the top off (bitch!)
Ayy, dove in that pussy so deep, that bitch calling me Hasselhoff
I made a dream come true, we servin’ swag no Oxeno

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Ayy, talk to me polite or I’ll have my young niggas come take out your channel box
Just fucked a bitch named Daisy, I hit from the back while I grip on her dreadlocks
You’ll be surprise what we fit in these ziplocks
Yeah, master shawty that shit do not tick tock
I made a milli no weezy, that’s big locks
Shoot at your shawty from 40 for 40
Old niggas hate me they daughter adore me
Dick in her gut ’cause her daddy annoying
Lyrical ass, nigga got me snorin’
Tryna make all this sense, that shit boring (bitch!)
(Shut that shit off, bitch)

[Refrain: Lil Yachty]
Ayy, girls going wild, they took they top off
Ayy, the coupe going wild, I took the top off (bitch!)

[Interlude: Lil Yachty]
Nigga’s hated me before I came in the game, niggas gon’ hate me when I leave this motherfucker, ya dig?

[Hook: Lil Yachty]
Ayy, girls going wild, they took they top off
Ayy, the coupe going wild, I took the top off (bitch!)
Ayy, dove in the pussy so deep, that bitch calling me Hasselhoff
I made a dream come true we servin’ swag no Oxeno

[Outro: Lil Yachty]
Ayy, bitch
Woo!
Lil Boat
Ayy
Gang!

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Mike WiLL Made It – Gucci On My (Ransom 2 Album)

[Intro: 21 Savage]
Ransom, Ransom, Ransom, Ransom
Mike WiLL Made-It (Ransom)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

[Verse 1: 21 Savage + YG]
Savage cutthroat, I’ll wipe your nose, nigga
My niggas from the West, they 4-double-0, nigga (4Hunnid)
I’ma make it storm, Magic City on a bitch
21 a felon, but he still ride with that stick
Yeah he on TV, that nigga still be in the 6
Fuck this rap shit, that nigga still be hittin’ licks
VVS’ drippin’, yeah, yeah, drippin’, yeah, yeah
Serve a nigga with no scale, scale, with no scale, scale
Show you how to wrap a bale, bale, wrap a bale, bale
Ridin’ ’round without my seatbelt, nigga, fuck 12

[Chorus: 21 Savage + YG]
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it’s Gucci)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (it’s Gucci)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it drip)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (my hoes)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (drip)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (on drip)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

[Verse 2: YG + 21 Savage + Kamaiyah]
G’d up in that Gucci, boo’d up with your hoochie
Shhh, Victoria Secret, I fucked her in that coochie
YG’s doin’ okay, YG’s got a maid
YG gettin’ paid, YG’s steerin’ clear, YG got the raise
YG got the hoes, YG on the blade, YG with the shits
Prolly hit your bitch in the Wraith (yeah, yeah)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Pay me, walkthrough, fuck it up
The FN, FN fuck ’em up
Under my designer, tucked
Boss bitch, boss bitch, boss bitch
I need me, need a boss bitch
One that take dick and talk shit
No weave, I’d rather her bald head

[Chorus: 21 Savage + YG + Quavo]
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (Quavo)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (Quavo, Quavo, Quavo, Quavo, Quavo)

[Verse 3: Quavo]
50,000 dollar back end at the shows, nigga (100)
Pull up in that bald head, Amber Rose, nigga (hey Amber)
Feds takin’ pictures, shit, strike a pose, nigga (flash)
Million dollar lawyer Jews, can’t wait to dismiss ’em (Jew!)
Spend ’bout a dub in Gucci (Gucci)
Got your bitch wet in her coochie (eughh)
My nigga just got out of prison (huh)
He already totin’ an Uzi (hrrrrt)
The pot is too big, jacuzzi (woo)
Money like Frank Lucas (Frank)
Walk out the bank in some Gucci (bank)
50 thousand to the goonies (uh)

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
Broke my wrist off in the pot (breakin’ that)
Tryna make a bigger knot (knot)
Jalapeño, block is hot
Duckin’, dodgin’ from the cops (12)
Put a hunnid in the stock (hunnid)
Put a four up in the pop (Act)
So much Gucci on me
Hoppin’ out with double G, they thinkin’ I was Wop (Wop)
Flooded wrist, I got the Breitling loaded (ice)
Now I can’t even see the clock (nah)
Draco make his heart stop (rah)
Split him like a Pop Tart (split him)
Gucci golf suit, Tiger Woods
In the back, Gucci golf cart (skrrt)
Heard you had to give the bread back
‘Cause you couldn’t get the sack off

[Verse 5: Offset]
Offset! Ayy
Gucci my collar, Gucci my bitch
Spend a lil’ money, that shit ain’t no problem (spend it)
Not good, I’m Gucci
Gave that bitch back to the hood, she groupin’
My diamonds is clean, but my cup is polluted (lean)
I fucked up the scene and she act like she knew me (smash)
Open your lip, the stick start shootin’
Like pop pop-pop pop brrrrt (pop!)
I remember you used to be good on me
Now that I’m Gucci, I’m fuckin’ these thots, thots
Connect with the plug like Wi-Fi
You know we on top, it is no tie
I’m fuckin’ your bitch, nigga, why lie? (Smash)
Make the brick disappear, voilà
Yes I’m a Migo, you know I’m a Migo
I’m shittin’ on niggas like ca-ca

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

[Outro]
Mike WiLL Made It
Ransom
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

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Mike WiLL Made It – Oh Hi Hater (Hiatus) (Ransom 2 Album)

[Chorus]
Oh, hi hater
I’m on my high, high hater
Oh, hi hater
I’m on my high, high hater
Oh, hi hater
I’m on my high, high hater
Oh, hi hater
Don’t do no favors

[Verse 1]
Oh shit, don’t forget we got real big
Oh shit, don’t forget we got hits bitch, aye
Lookin’ like I’m pocket watchin’ you, you, you
She gon’ fuck the crew
[?] get me
Dog food, it legit [?]
Oh shit, don’t forget we got hits bitch
Road trip, [?] I get money with
I should get gonna want some
She want xans aand the molly crumb
Money comin’ in it’s on
Ain’t no need to take a ransom

[Chorus]
Oh, hi hater
I’m on my high, high hater
Oh, hi hater
I’m on my high, high hater
Oh, hi hater
I’m on my high, high hater
Oh, hi hater
Don’t do no favors

[Verse 2]
I play [?] like pandora
I’m scorin’, she foreign
But I pipe it up, take off and I’m gone
Make it easy for my baby
Bein’ black hard enough
Million dollar plays, yeah that type of stuff
Come here baby, come here girl, let me pipe you up
Tint your windows up, paper hush that fuss
Roll that pressure up, extra special stuff
Walk inside the club feelin’ like uh
Tell the girl I wanna see her like uh
In your feelin’ ’bout a nigga, girl what
I be takin’ girl feelin’ like uh

[Bridge]
Dancin’ like what needs to be, to see you on the camera
Dancin’ like what needs to be, to see you on the camera

[Chorus]
Oh, hi hater
I’m on my high, high hater
Oh, hi hater
I’m on my high, high hater
Oh, hi hater
I’m on my high, high hater
Oh, hi hater
Don’t do no favors

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Mike WiLL Made It – Perfect Pint (Ransom 2 Album)

[Intro]
Wop
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Gi-gimme some space
Two styrofoam cups, a pint of some drank
I’m the type of nigga that you meet at the bank
Grade A bitches treatin’ me like a saint
This money doin’ somethin’ to my brain (my brain)
This money doin’ somethin’ to my ego (my ego)
This drank got me talkin’ like Z-Ro
These pills got me feelin’ like Neo
And this freak in my ear tryna go
I-I’ll turn your crib to a ho house
I’m a rockstar, drank ’til I pass out
Drank ’til I motherfuckin’ pass out
Drank, drank ’til I motherfuckin’

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Holding on to memories
Hoping they come to life
‘Cause underneath the stairs is where we
Poured our first perfect pints
Really wanna know, I’m hoping they come to life
‘Cause right there on the stairs is where
We poured our first perfect pints
We poured our first perfect pints

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci!
I’m in the trap saran wrappin’ with the Vaseline
You know clean lean jump like trampoline
Always vert with the skrrt, rims tangerine
I fell asleep and had a dream ridin’ on M.L. King
Two pinky rings, two pints of lean
Two cups, too turnt, two hoes, one me
They were screamin’ "Free Gucci", but now that Guwop’s free
Blue cheese, no Ranch, hunduns on me
Thirty cars deep, it’s like a circus with me
Rae Sremmurd, Gucci Mane, it sounds perfect to me
Now I’m back on top like I’m ‘posed to be
But I done poured so many pints that shit got old to me (Wop)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Holding on to memories
Hoping they come to life
‘Cause underneath the stairs is where we
Poured our first perfect pints

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Kung Fu Kenny, look look
Who the fuck you talkin’ to, you ain’t me
Salute me when I’m walkin’ through, you ain’t me
Everything I do is with the extras
Flip me couple million for investments
And my hood love me unconditional
Your hood love you ’cause you on the instrumental though
This rap shit crazy, need the woosah
They screamin’ Compton, must be two sides
R.I.P. to Shawty Lo, yeah B. Dot know I’m flexin’
VIP my vadio, 200 on the guest list
I don’t like to sugarcoat or politic with yes men
I like me a boujee hoe from Normandie and Western
2017 onto bigger things (bigger things)
I got a smaller team, got a bigger ring (Bigger ring)
Everybody a Crip ’til they black and blue
Everybody a Blood ’til they hemorrhaging
Ah man, Mike WiLL Made-It
Two back to back Spurs, me and Mike WiLL made it
Double park on the curb, I can drive but I’m lazy
Half a pint, whole pint, gassed up, crazy, ayy

[Outro: Swae Lee]
Holding onto memories
Tossing turning all night (Yeah yeah)
Leaving would be wise, but you know where my heart lies
I be rollin’ every time that I arrive

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Mike WiLL Made It – Razzle Dazzle (Ransom 2 Album)

[Intro: Future]
Ransom
Oh yeah, wizard
Know what I’m sayin’?
Feel like motherfuckin’ avatar, nigga
Mercury, Pluto, yeah, yeah
On Pluto
(Ear Drummers)

[Hook: Future]
I know I’m worth, I know I’m cursed
I hit the turf like a play on the first
You never mattered, no, you never mattered
You never mattered, no, you never mattered
Back and forth with that money like a paddle
Mollys and roxys, we call razzle dazzle
I’m making capital, I get collateral
Your head on a plate, we gon’ come through today

[Verse 1: Future]
I dab on these niggas with no doors
You hidin’ the real, you behind doors
I can count every dollar up blindfolded
Beginnin’ to end, I’m a giant (Freebandz)
I travel the world, change the climate (100)
My lil sister dealing with sickle cell
Hit me with a text just a few minutes ago
Say she love me, I told her I love her too
I can only imagine what she going through
And she got me on drank and the molly’s too
Got that bitch out in penthouse and Follies too
Got a plug on the line with them models too
Got some trucks in the photo, a couple coupes
I’m a king and the one bitch will never do
I get love from Marcell all the way to Peru
Went through hell for this shit I’m long overdue
Have my youngin’s pull up on you, sprayin’ shit
I was coppin’ it, buyin’ it, weighin’ it
All these foreigns, I drive, I’ma stay in it
Hit your bitch on the low, I’ma stay in it
I was so on the dope, hit that bitch on that dope
Gotta head in the door while I fucked on her throat
I smoke on an ounce and I pour up a 4
Hear what they like from the gutter, they got it
Love me or hate me, get richer than Pryor
No fronters, no necklace, my nigga will buy it
The plug tried to give it to us, we took it
I learned the game, nigga, then I got money
The chains and rings and they came from the pain
18 karat gold on my fangs
I hustle, deal with killers, stuck in my veins
Ran through 10 mil like the avenue

[Hook: Future]
I know I’m worth, I know I’m cursed
I hit the turf like a play on the first
You never mattered, no, you never mattered
You never mattered, no, you never mattered
Back and forth with that money like a paddle
Mollys and roxys, we call razzle dazzle
I’m making capital, I get collateral
Your head on a plate, we gon’ come through today
I know I’m worth, I know I’m cursed
I hit the turf like a play on the first
You never mattered, no, you never mattered
You never mattered, no, you never mattered
Back and forth with that money like a paddle
Mollys and roxys, we call razzle dazzle
I’m making capital, I get collateral
Your head on a plate, we gon’ come through today

[Verse 2: Future]
Fuck all these interviews, that shit commercial
Ayy, I run up with Murda
These niggas, they ready to whack so
Shit, I’m ready to stack some
I get money, young money hereditary
We had syrup in the 4 when they never did it
Had the molly’s on Pluto, they never did it
Had them Percocets when you would never do it
Used to dream of the shit that you never do
Now I’m livin’ the life that you never knew
Out my all red, don’t open up every door
They got red on these carpets on every floor
Got a stash for them ratchets in every door
Took a half on a half, I went overdose
Sold a half for a bag, deal at your door
I go play in the place, they say, "Bonjour"
Knowin’ knowin’ exactly what I done before
If you shoot on command, I’ma love you more
All the dirt that I did, I try wash it off
When it come back to haunt me, I never know
Wish I knew all the day when the time would come
Ain’t no friends in this game, it’s another war
Put a whole ‘nother style on another broad
Went to work for the love of my little boys

[Hook: Future]
I know I’m worth, I know I’m cursed
I hit the turf like a play on the first
You never mattered, no, you never mattered
You never mattered, no, you never mattered
Back and forth with that money like a paddle
Mollys and roxys, we call razzle dazzle
I’m making capital, I get collateral
Your head on a plate, we gon’ come through today
I know I’m worth, I know I’m cursed
I hit the turf like a play on the first
You never mattered, no, you never mattered
You never mattered, no, you never mattered
Back and forth with that money like a paddle
Mollys and roxys, we call razzle dazzle
I’m making capital, I get collateral
Your head on a plate, we gon’ come through today

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Mike WiLL Made It – Bars Of Soap (Ransom 2 Album)

[Intro]
Aye, aye, aye Ransom
Aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye Ransom
Aye, aye, aye
I’mma running man
Sandals slipping off my feet, on the sand
Counting up the bills with my dominant hand
Took twos on…. take this appreciate it
This too? why take the rims off?
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse]
I’m going postal – loco
Coast to coast like La Nostra
My G.I. Joe present, I get to see a cobra
So off my rocker got me sipping club soda
Some bombs never go off, some stars never blow up
I’m pitching [?] in a dug out
Reaching in my pants and I can’t take a head count
Flash back ’03, things was looking run down
Now I set foot in the place, it’s a luau
Killing shit like ten counts, y’all know how we get down
House with the fence around, y’all know that we in route
Transition from the Impala to the Fisker
I should charge admission for that girl to get the dessert
Left the doors up, now the lambo has pigtails
Since you getting comfy, I’mma let you sit there
I’mma let you stay there
When I shed a tear, they didn’t have no care, so I’mma charge retail
I brought some kush cause you say you want [?]
If you loves it in the room, you best get well
Every dog has its day, what the hell no tuck tail
Swae Lee went to magazine, Double X, L (XXL)

Floss with your Gucci on, bloods dipped in goo
Colors burst on the cars and the jewels
I’m a wanted man… seats looking like they got a spray tan
When I was without, not a helping hand
I got some women who throw it back, and make me drop the cans
I told Ben Frank, "Just to drop a pin" I collect my fit goal to the highest bid
Yes I might drop in, it all depends
Junior high I was dreaming of a Mach 10
I’m coming clean though, I mean not a speck
My girl be serving looks, I could kiss the chef
Katana sword popping out my walking cane
I’m overseas my Cali bae like, "How was Spain?"
We getting to the money and you niggas having issues
I bought a fucking piece and it came with a wet suit
The Buddha left me without breath, I really am a mess
I’m mooching off my mother-loving self
She be hoping that I take a knee like Kaepernick, Yes
I be open to that Sremm Life shit
This is how we live, this is how we exist
Hoes love the kicks and we love the hits
All in the house and I’m home-wrecking
If I sleep with his wife, Im a home-wrecker
I’m in my own world, throw the money up and make my own weather
Mami playing with my balls like tether, on my leather
Money talk, it’s a lecture, 80 pointers dance on me, it’s electric
Niggas don’t hate, I’m still unaffected
Chip on my shoulder, I move undetected
She said pop the question, the question got deflected
[?] made my boy, thats my motherfuckin brethren
Let’s cut to the chase, it’s only on the house when we in the place
My Houston lava boys got it up in some flames
Stirring up the cup with my wrist, souffle
Shaka Zulu chains with my name engraved
I told you I don’t swing, don’t say my name in vain
We bring it to your door like (doorbell) You rang?!
Spending all the money then we watch it boomerang
With the fendi belt angry face like Pootie Tang
Put some gold on my fingers, neck and shoestrings
"Long time, no see" That’s what they say when they see me mane
I been going crazy, just to stay sane
Hey, your girl [?] asking who’s to blame?
Young whipper snapper with the Range
Pause, then I went deranged
Call that hottie on my station
Long week, had a great day
Someone got my blowing tree like Sage
An army you should get erased
Army yeah, you can hate

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Mike WiLL Made It – Burnin (Ransom 2 Album)

[Intro]
Burning, Burning, Burning
All you do is, all you do is
Burning, Burning, Burning
All you do is
Burning, Burning, Burning
All you do is, all you do is
Burning, Burning
Burning, Burning,Burning
All you do is, all you do is
Burning, Burning,Burning
All you do is
Burning, Burning,Burning
All you do is, all you do is
Burning, Burning

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I’ma give em what they want
But really don’t care if they want it or they don’t
‘Cus either way all these motherfuckers gotta cope with the fact that I’m comings for these niggas in the throat
Nigga, that’s how the game go
Put on my payroll
GIve ’em a couple grand, count me the pesos
[??] with the rubber bands that I came for
Rocking Moschino pants with the red toes
We come hard nigga if you want beef
I been ticked off, now shit is on eat
Run niggas up like five hundred degrees
Seline shades on, it’s five hundered a piece
Niggas best believe, I came to win
I came to conquer, not aim to please
[??] the small talk, bitch just count the cheese
I just stack the chips, get the money then I’ma leave, nigga

[Verse 2]
If these bitches really want, let the shit pop off
Try to play me, get your shit knocked off
Bought lamb with the coupe with the black top off
NIggas really think they bout it ’till the first shots off
I get it non stop , so they don’t want a problem
What you gon cop bitch, I already bought them
Money spring green watch ’em fall like ardem
When the head comes, I just sit back and applaud e’m
Come through, white suit like co
Either wanna stay, black shades like wow
I’m with the one you bitches fucking like clones
The shit they can’t get so they study my flow
This that eazy, no bitch could ever taste me
Been on my grind, so the bitches just sleazy
‘Cus I’ve been tryna eat with the with the more [??]
Y’all wanna suck and fuck and still sleep with them
Only one thing, money , what I’m tryna seek
I’m my own shit, you niggas one and the same
[??] tryna get paid
Tryna play the prophet, don’t even know the game
You niggas one and the same
When its [??] grind and get paid
You niggas in the same lane
I’ve been wit a nigga, fuck is you saying?

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Mike WiLL Made It – Aries (Yugo) (Ransom 2 Album)

[Pre-Hook: Pharrell]
Hold up to be clear
I believe in miracles
But I don’t believe in waiting for ’em (Nah)
You gotta make that shit happen
In ways they cannot imagine
Make them think it’s magic (Yeah)
It ain’t your chain or your vehicles
When you that nigga with the bag (Yeah)

[Hook: Pharrell]
Just be that nigga with the bag
So when they say: "Who is that?"
Oh, that’s the nigga with the bag
They be like: "Who that rolling past?"
Oh, that’s that nigga with the bag
Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
That Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
That Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
That Yugo, Yugo, Yugo

[Verse 2: Pharrell]
Let this motivate ya
Turn you up
Make you ravenous
You know they gon’ try and curve you
You know they hate you
Don’t let the fuck niggas burn you up
Use this as fuel
You know that deep down by there’s that light out in the streets (Yeah)
So the gatekeepers hold up
They just let you go, Yugo, Yugo
Let you go , Yugo, Yugo

[Hook: Pharrell]
Just be that nigga with the bag
So when they say who is that?
Oh, that’s the nigga with the bag
That close encounter riding past (What’s that spaceship riding past?)
That be the nigga with the bag
Yugo ,Yugo, Yugo
That Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
That Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
That Yugo, Yugo

[Verse 3: Station Wagon P]
Skurt, Station Wagon P
I’m just dangling my keys
Open up the door and take the Danger out the G
Take the G out the danger with the alien degree
Paparazzi yelling freeze while the cops are yelling freeze
From the ambulance, that nigga dying in the street
He do the Hammer Dance and his killler blowing weed
Like it’s some hammer pants
He is numb, he don’t feel it like a pack of xans
They riding different colored ghosts like it’s Pac-Man
But don’t run up on the window, you get blast man
I hear three sucka in the backseat yelling ”Yes man”
They ain’t your friend if shit go down and they leave your ass
I told you drones was on your home, need to free your ass
And once you learn it’s your turn nigga we don’t ask
We get a bag so big it has a hole in it, illegal paths
You see the math? (Follow)
‘Cause we see the path like we’re giraffes (Follow, follow)

[Pre-Hook]
Hold up to be clear
I believe in miracles
But I don’t believe in waiting for ’em
You gotta make that shit happen
And is a killing I’d imagine
Make them think it’s magic (Yeah)
It ain’t your chain or your vehicles
When you that nigga with the bands (Yeah)

[Hook: Pharrell]
Just be that nigga with the bag
So, when they say who is that?
Oh, that’s the nigga with the bag
You see that watch, that’s made of glass
It’s on the wrist they grab the bag
Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
That Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
That Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
That Yugo, Yugo

[Bridge: Pharrell]
Remembers insecurity sets in
You ride around like the Jetson’s
Your the sun’s reflection
You shining, come on, hello

[Outro: Pharrell]
You see that watch, that’s made of glass
It’s on the wrist, they grab the bag
What was that spaceship ridin’ past?
Oh, that’s the nigga with the bag
He do one prayer and then brag
That Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
Oh, that’s the nigga with the bag
That Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
He do one prayer and then brag
Oh, that’s the nigga with the bag

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Mike WiLL Made It – Emotions Unlocked (Ransom 2 Album)

30, you a fool for this one
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Chorus]
Faded I cut off my loose ends, allow it to follow the heart
I wish that I make you [a part]
Left side of my chest went dark
Take another sip, watch the room spin
Emotions are all under lock
All of my emotion on lock, all of my emotions on lock

[Verse 1]
Spending my day, smoking my weed and reflecting , counting my blessings
Stressing ‘cus having enough to me is really just settling, I want better
I admit shit is getting better but difference between wanting now and having forever
Trying to figure out this shit up
No, I’m not picking up the phone off and
Our communications seem on and off and
I’m just getting shit together , nobody understand tho
TO be selfish with myself so I can help somebody else
That’s that part of me, give it out, I could be immaculately honestly this prophecy, uh
No apologies, I’m giving [??]
It’s a thin line, can pop it off, ain’t never cross none
I’m walking [??] my goons better, no one got to die
Please don’t play me for a yellow belly cold still carry
Everything I see is real, so if you real, I know you smell me
All for the love of what we could be

[Chorus]
Faded I cut off my loose ends, allow it to follow the heart
I wish that I make you [a part]
Left side of my chest went dark
Take another sip, watch the room spin
Emotions are all under lock
All of my emotion on lock, all of my emotions on lock

[Verse 2]
Now now my nigga, tell me how you feeling
Waking up everyday and you tryna get that bag for your family and your children’s children
You start to tell when people plot and got new intentions
You wanna be the man of the top floor of that building, listen
I’m bout to speak out these schematics, draw your ass a blueprint
Then you grew up, so ruthless, can’t just be a nuisance
You gotta hold it down and start regrouping
You better buckle down and get your [??]
Get your grip on life, can’t loosen
Best act like you know better, they ain’t give no handouts, so finna hold grow my hands
Humble up, stand down
And and soak up all this knowledge that I’m puking, student of the game
See what I’m learning, push my bros to the same
I bought this gun, yet do worst to remain
I hope a struck a cord of change or at least part the brain
Maybe this is what we all needed
The one that made it right up out the streets
Showed us how to get up on our feet

[Chorus]
Faded I cut off my loose ends, allow it to follow the heart
I wish that I make you [a part]
Left side of my chest went dark
Take another sip, watch the room spin
Emotions are all under lock
All of my emotion on lock, all of my emotions on lock

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Tryna get down
[??] shit
It’s like a nigga [??] what’s gon’ happen next
[??] pray and pray
Earz to the streets Earz to the streets
Earz to the streets Earz to the streets
Earz to the streets Earz to the streets

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Mike WiLL Made It – Big God (Ransom 2 Album)

[Intro]
Ear Drummer
Fuck is my ransom, homie?

[Chorus: Trouble]
Heyy wassup, tell me what’s in your cup
You from the hood too, don’t be actin’ all stuck up
You gettin’ money lil baby, I guess we eatin’
I get to rollin’ blunts while I’m talkin’ to Gs
You only a lil’ homie, you hear me?
See me runnin’ this shit up
Only the lil’ homie stuck, big up
Only the lil’ homie stuck
Niggas tryin’, niggas dyin’, niggas greedy , everyday
Shit get real, shit get hard, niggas need you everyday
Only the lil’ homie stuck, big up
Only the lil’ homie stuck

[Verse 1: Trouble]
Guess I’mma hold it down, I’mma hold it down
I can’t scratch this shit enough
Don’t snitch bitch, hold it down
Niggas ain’t no shit, so quit the switch, don’t fuck around
What the fuck you pullin’ out the gat for?
If you don’t plan to blowin’ it down
Bitch, you plottin’ on yo’ main man
[?] good for that
Rest in peace to [?]
They hurt the hood with that
Look at all these po’ ass kids
The hood fucked up
This shit was never my dream
Hustle from fucked up
Sit back, blowin’ some green, talk to the big god
Can you please bless my fam’ [?]
[?] take you too much to ask for
Nigga need ya, you can try to be greedy
Just want good for my people
Forget all my evils
I don’t mean a lot but you’re tough and I need ya
Everyone don’t fuck, don’t give a fuck, I keep her
Baby hit the balls, baby rough on the weepers
Scratchin’ like a pebble, puttin’ on bucks on the liters

[Chorus: Trouble]
Heyy wassup, tell me what’s in your cup
You from the hood too, don’t be actin’ all stuck up
You gettin’ money lil baby, I guess we eatin’
I get to rollin’ blunts while I’m talkin’ to Gs
You only a lil’ homie, you hear me?
See me runnin’ this shit up
Only the lil’ homie stuck, big up
Only the lil’ homie stuck

[Verse 2: Problem]
I pay all my niggas, y’all payin’ the badge
Live zone 6, with deep mac, trap way in the back
In front [?] a TV and a bootleg DVD
You old players gotta stop hatin’ on these young ballers
Barkley and Shaq, TNT
Diamond Lane, DLG
Off the seven like BLB
You almost high as GLD
I’m from Canvas, I don’t expect you to understand my POV
I done bossed up bosses, that’s why I said I’m a young OG
[?] sold more than a P and I ran from not one nigga
Have you raised a bitch [?] dick, just come give her (Hey)
I took too much molly, alert the homies like come get her
Hell naw, if you strapped or if he not so don’t fuck with her
My niggas gon’ be my niggas no matter what, so I’m stuck with them
My bitches like bitches but can’t fuck, ‘less I fuck with them
[?] I’m deep in this shit, no sleepin’
I’m peepin’, everything breathin’, no love in this shit
The [?] is governor man, and no I’m not lovin’ the bitch
Remember when the trap was bunkin’
Niggas I thought I was makin’ money off publishin’ shit (Ha ha, that’s crazy)
I can’t stop comin’, that’s why I got so many babies
And bitches love a dog, that’s why I got so many ladies (What)

[Chorus: Trouble]
Heyy wassup, tell me what’s in your cup
You from the hood too, don’t be actin’ all stuck up
You gettin’ money lil baby, I guess we eatin’
I get to rollin’ blunts while I’m talkin’ to Gs
You only a lil’ homie, you hear me?
See me runnin’ this shit up
Only the lil’ homie stuck, big up
Only the lil’ homie stuck
Niggas tryin’, niggas dyin’, niggas greedy , everyday
Shit get real, shit get hard, niggas need you everyday
Only the lil’ homie stuck, big up
Only the lil’ homie stuck

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Mike WiLL Made It – Faith (Ransom 2 Album)

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
See that nigga at home? It’s all good
Mike WiLL Mike WiLL
Ear Drummers

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
That last drought was a setback
That red light is a death trap
That jail time was a wrist slap
That jail time was a quick nap
That red-bone is my new twap
I got a new coupe, you got a new app
I’m from Louisiana, the boot nigga
It’s like boot camp, baby

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Call the valet, pull up in front
Drop the top and let them bitches see the guts
I drop the top and let you bitches see the guts
We hitting licks, it taste like victory to us
And I always have faith (Faith) in my plug (Plug)
Clean slates (Slate), Dirty lungs
Give me my collection plate (Plate), Like rev and run (Run)
Moving snowflakes (Flakes), So wear some Uggs
Nigga get the duck tape, (Yeah) Ski mask and gloves (Yeah)
Don’t leave a trace (Don’t leave a trace) Don’t leave a crumb
Cause it’s always what you take
Not who you took it from (Amen)
We just see them as bait
We just see them as young men that always have faith (Faith)
In my connect
Shoot you in your durex, leave you looking like a kotex
And I’m always half baked, Sipping slow death
Shining, putting these carrots in your face like a snowman
And I always have faith

[Pre Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I need to know
I need to I need to know
Tell me some’n (yeah)
Tell me some’n (Yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Is you stunting or you fucking or fucking stunting?
Is you balling or is you broke? We fucking stunting (Fucking stunting)
And if we partying with these hoes, we fucking some’n (Fucking some’n)
I’m from New Orleans on these hoes, I’m from the dungeon (I’m from the dungeon)
I can’t be partying with these hoes, I’m out here hustlin’ (I’m out here hustlin’)

[Bridge]
I’m out here hustlin’, for a meal (Meal)
She busting for a deal (She bust)
Beyonce wasn’t lying, we all got bills, bills, bills
I try to tell my bitch that (Bae) , she say, yeah right with your rich ass (Ok)
I can’t fight with her thick ass (No way)
We cat fight then we kiss ass (Ok)

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
That last drought was a setback (Amen)
That red light is a death trap (Amen)
That jail time was a wrist slap (Amen)
That jail time was a quick nap (Shh)
That red-bone is my new twap
I got a new coupe, you got a new app (Yeah)
Louisiana, the boot is like boot camp
And you know I’m stick this boot ass bitch ass niggaaa (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: Hoodybaby (Lil Wayne) Both]
Told my bro I need a whole thang, I need a whole thang
Why he brought my ass some dog food? I need some cocaine (Alright)
Had to tell my baby mama "front your daddy’s whole thang"
(Alright )
Ain’t no playing with my money, we ain’t playing no games
(Tell ’em)
Hoody Baby, Fat Jesus (Tell ’em) I got all these gold chains
On the highway racing killers, we just call it road rage (Alright)
Call me neighbourhood Hoody, it’s a neighbourhood thang
Man, my cellphone ringing, got a call from Mack Maine (Mack)
I got faith (I got faith) in my traphouse (In my traphouse)
State to state(State to state), I got it mapped out (I got it mapped out)
I got a safe (I got a safe) and a stashhouse (Oh Lord)
Hood Baby whip the white ’till I black out

[Pre Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I need to know (I need to know)
I need to I need to know (Alright)
Tell me some’n (yeah)
Tell me some’n (Yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Is you stunting or you fucking or fucking stunting?
Is you balling or is you broke? We fucking stunting (Fucking stunting)
We can’t be partying with these hoes, we are fucking nothing (We can’t be partying)
I’m from New Orleans on these hoes, I’m from the dungeon
I can’t be partying with these hoes, I’m I’m out here hustlin’ (I’m out here hustlin’)

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Always have faith (Have faith)
I’m a plug (I’m a plug)
I had to scrape and get it out the mud
I ain’t always have cake (No)
So I don’t judge and my homies have faith in me so in Tunechi we trust
Tell ’em, hoes!

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
I need to know (I need to know)
I need to I need to know (Alright)
Tell me some’n (Tell me sum’n)
Tell me some’n (Tell me sum’n)
Is you stunting or you fucking or fucking stunting? (Mula)
Is you balling or is you broke? We fucking stunting

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Mike WiLL Made It – Come Down (Ransom 2 Album)

[Intro: Chief Keef]
Sosa baby
Ear Dummers
[?]
Bang, bang, bang
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I flaunt it, I bought it
I talk it, I walk it
Only thing I worship is the lord and this .40
Please, do not confront me if you ain’t talking money
Take a little bitty sip, though I’m already foggy
Let it rain, yeah they all fall down, all come down
I’d be insane to complain, baby
I’m so high, I don’t wanna come down

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Sosa baby, GBE baby
Hopped out the car smelling like a skunk
And I’m cleaned up, something like a mop
Trap wanging, something like a trunk
And I stand tall, something like a dunk
Talking about the money, talking about the "fffrrr-beep"
Hey baby, you know what the fuck you do to me
I’m riding with my shooter, he won’t hesitate to squeeze
Any homie, you what the fuck he do for me
Fifty stuffed up in my Balmains
And what I’m toting, the sawed off thang
Knock you down, like a Chiraq Blackhawks game
I ain’t never had nothing

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I flaunt it, I bought it
I talk it, I walk it
Only thing I worship is the lord and this .40
Please, do not confront me if you ain’t talking money
Take a little bitty sip, though I’m already foggy
Let it rain, yeah they all fall down, all come down
I’d be insane to complain, baby
I’m so high, I don’t wanna come down

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Talk about a come up
Me and my young bulls playing with a lump sum
Niggas that owe me always trying to avoid me
Clutching my .40 and fucking with lil’ shorty
They wanna gossip all through the day
Meanwhile, we flossing every way
Forget what it’s costing
We get it right back when we lost it
My G.I. Joe got the MAC in case they wanna cross me
Being impatient got me a new spot that’s spacious
And I don’t test drive the sedan, I take it
I wanna shine, I wanna rub it in their faces

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I flaunt it, I bought it
I talk it, I walk it
Only thing I worship is the lord and this .40
Please, do not confront me if you ain’t talking money
Take a little bitty sip, though I’m already foggy
Let it rain, yeah they all fall down, all come down
I’d be insane to complain, baby
I’m so high, I don’t wanna come down

[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
All of these bitches call me big daddy
Do so much shit in KOD, they calling me Trick Daddy
Moncler with Louboutin, yeah, I mismatch it
You can tell I’m a rich nigga by looking at me
I’m just chilling, my nigga, my diamonds dancing
You know I shop on Rodeo, I’m never tacky
I’m paper chasing ’till they put me in a casket
I swear them hundreds singing to me like a ballad
When I get that Murciélago, I’ma drive it like a Audi
I pay my tithes with these strippers, yeah
I’m trying to die a fucking billionaire
Balmains, got like every pair
On top, I ain’t going anywhere

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I flaunt it, I bought it
I talk it, I walk it
Only thing I worship is the lord and this .40
Please, do not confront me if you ain’t talking money
Take a little bitty sip, though I’m already foggy
Let it rain, yeah they all fall down, all come down
I’d be insane to complain, baby
I’m so high, I don’t wanna come down

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Mike WiLL Made It – Nothing Is Promised (Ransom 2 Album)

Ain’t none of this shit promised, ain’t none of this promised
Ain’t none of this shit promised, ain’t none of this promised
Ain’t none of this shit certain, ain’t none of this certain
Ain’t none of us perfect, I hope it was worth it

Shoppin’ in Paris
We gon’ go shoppin’ in Paris, nigga
They can’t even compare us
They can’t even compare us, we’re rarer niggas
Rarer niggas
I never’d ‘magine this shit comin’
This shit comin’
We swimmin’ in money, we drownin’ in hundreds
I keep a duffle bag on me like Tity Boi and Dolla
Bruh we ain’t takin’ that weed, oh no
And if they don’t love me, fuck whatcha talkin’ ’bout
I’m in love with the cash, I put that on my mama and father

Ain’t none of this shit promised, ain’t none of this promised
Ain’t none of this shit promised, ain’t none of this promised
Ain’t none of this shit certain, ain’t none of this certain
Ain’t none of us perfect, I hope it was worth it

Goin’ to France
We gon’ vacation in France, nigga
Advanced niggas
Can’t nobody stop me, I’m past niggas
I’m past my limit
I’m drunk and I’m blowin’ a whole lot of gas, nigga
Ten million in cash
Put up in a stash, it’s under my mattress
I put the money in the ground like my nigga Frank Luke
Got a turbo Porsche and I don’t even move it
I’m back on the green, it’s so hard not to use it
I’m continuously winnin’, my nigga, I can’t see me losin’

Ain’t none of this shit promised, ain’t none of this promised
Ain’t none of this shit promised, ain’t none of this promised
Ain’t none of this shit certain, ain’t none of this certain
Ain’t none of us perfect, I hope it was worth it

Ain’t none of this promised, ain’t none of this promised
Ain’t nothin’ in life guaranteed, put that on my mama
Ain’t none of this shit promised, ain’t none of this
Ain’t none of it promised
Ain’t none of this certain, not even one of us perfect
Ain’t none of this shit promised, ain’t none of this
Ain’t none of this promised
Ain’t none of this shit promised, ain’t none of this
Ain’t none of this promised
Ain’t none of this shit promised, ain’t none of this
Ain’t none of it promised
Ain’t none of this shit, none of this shit, none of this
Ain’t none of it promised
I love you, money, I love you, money
I’mma never put a nigga above this money
I’mma wake up and just hug this money
Yeah, yeah

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Iggy Azalea – Mo Bounce

[Intro]
Mo bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce in the motherfuckin’ house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin’ house
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, mo bounce
Mo bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce in the motherfuckin’ house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin’ house
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce in the motherfuckin’ house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin’ house
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce in the motherfuckin’ house
Bounce, mo bounce in the motherfuckin’ house

[Verse 1]
Bounce like a motherfuckin’ ’64, sick flow
Slick talk, spittin’ that Crisco
Drop that shit, like a cholo at the dub show
Can you hit the switch and pick it up and let the world know?
Homie if you’re broke, oh, no you don’t deserve hoes
All these fake boulders only gettin’ on my nerves though
I just cracked a 40, now I’m sippin’ out the straw slow
Little bit of ratchet, little boujee, you should all know
Everybody got opinions, yeah, like assholes
You ain’t gotta worry ’bout those, ’cause they assholes
We just came to party, party, party, what you came for?
M-make the neighborhood bounce to this

[Pre-Chorus]
When that shit goes down, the block get loud
In your backyard bumpin’ while we’re blazin’ out
Make it bounce in the motherfuckin’ house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin’ house
When that shit goes down, the block get loud
In your backyard bumpin’ while we’re blazin’ out
Make it bounce in the motherfuckin’ house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin’ house

[Chorus]
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce (to the red light)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce (make your headlight)
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, b-bounce
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce (like a low-low)
B-bounce, bounce, b-bounce (throw it up)
Bounce (at the pole, pole)

[Verse 2]
Bounce that ass, bounce that ass, yeah bounce it
Puff the lah or get high off the contact
Call the law, we gon’ make sure we come back
Fallin’ off, we ain’t ever been about that
Hundred spokes spinnin’ on a chrome rim
I got a feelin’ that tonight we gon’ be goin’ in
I’m with a few bad bitches and some grown men
With the ice so cold, I feel like I’m Snowden
I feel like I’m rollin’, but the whole place geeked up
Gettin’ hot in here, down to my wife beater
But you ain’t gotta worry, we ain’t dangerous
We came up
M-make the neighborhood bounce to this

[Pre-Chorus]
When that shit goes down, the block get loud
In your backyard bumpin’ while we’re blazin’ out
Make it bounce in the motherfuckin’ house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin’ house
When that shit goes down, the block get loud
In your backyard bumpin’ while we’re blazin’ out
Make it bounce in the motherfuckin’ house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin’ house

[Chorus]
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce (to the red light)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce (make your headlight)
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, b-bounce
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce (like a low-low)
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, b-bounce (throw it up)
Bounce (at the pole, pole)

[Bridge]
Mo, m-m-mo bounce, blazin’ up
Back, bumpin’, backyard bumpin’, the block get loud
Mo, m-m-m-mo bounce
Backyard, backyard b-bumpin’
Backyard bumpin’, the block get loud

[Pre-Chorus]
When that shit goes down, the block get loud
In your backyard bumpin’ while we’re blazin’ out
Make it bounce in the motherfuckin’ house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin’ house
When that shit goes down, the block get loud
In your backyard bumpin’ while we’re blazin’ out
Make it bounce in the motherfuckin’ house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin’ house

[Chorus]
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce (to the red light)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce (make your headlight)
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, b-bounce
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce (like a low-low)
B-bounce, bounce, b-bounce (throw it up)
Bounce

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Kendrick Lamar – The Heart Part 4

[Chorus]
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you

[Verse 1]
30 millions later, my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Travel round the atlas in this spaceship candy-coated
My day shift’s been devoted to fuckin’ up bundles of paper
Pi equals 3.14
The devil’s pie is big enough to justify the whole thing
Wait up
Lampin’ in Jamaica, the cloud’s turnin’, my thought’s turnin’
Burnin’ castor oil, I been determined to make an earnin’
This seed in this soil is classified
I’m satisfied when I strategize my kid’s future
I ain’t sanctified enough to say that I won’t shoot ya
I done vandalized the industry full circuit
The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this
Scum of a land that transcend two surfaces
The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture
The more blood pours, but…

[Chorus]
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you

[Verse 2]
My fans can’t wait for me to son ya punk ass and crush your whole lil shit
I’ll Big Pun ya punk ass, you a scared little bitch
Tiptoein’ around my name, nigga, ya lame
And when I get at you, homie, don’t you just tell me you was just playin’
Oh I was just playin’ with you K-Dot, c’mon
You know a nigga rock with you, bro
Shut the fuck up, you sound like the last nigga I know
Might end up like the last nigga I know
Oh, you don’t wanna clash? Nigga, I know
I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor
Hoppin’ out before the vehicle crash, I’m on a roll
Yellin’, "One, two, three, four, five
I am the greatest rapper alive"
So damn great, motherfucker, I’ve died
What you hearin’ now is a paranormal vibe
House on the hill, house on the beach, nigga (facts)
A condo in Compton, I’m still in reach, nigga (facts)
I’m fresh out the water I’m ’bout to breach, nigga
The five-foot giant woke up out of his sleep, nigga
Oh yeah, oh yeah, more cars, more leers
More bars, no peers, no scars, no fear, fuck y’all, sincere
I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers, you know what the risk is
Earth indigenous, ya body reverting to stiffness
The whole world goin’ mad
Bodies is adding up, market’s about to crash
Niggas is fake rich, bitches is fake bad
Blacks that act white, whites that do the dab
Donald Trump is a chump, know how we feel, punk
Tell ’em that God comin’
And Russia need a replay button, y’all up to somethin’
Electorial votes look like memorial votes
But America’s truth ain’t ignorin’ the votes
It’s blasphemy, how many gon’ blast for me?
I prophesied on my last song, you laughed at me
Oh, when the shit get brackin’, don’t you ask for me
How many leaders gon’ tell you the truth after me?
G Malone big bro, kudos to him
I was 2 Os from a M, tryna be big as Em
30 millions later my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits
You looking at me in Chucks, I’m looking at y’all suits
Me and Top Dawg playing rock-paper-scissors in court
And real hustler lose money just to go get some more
I said it’s like that, drop one classic, came right back
‘Nother classic, right back
My next album, the whole industry on the ice pack
With TOC
You see the flames and my E-Y-E’s
It’s not a game and the whole world is going mad, daddy
It’s sad, daddy
My only advice? Go and get you a bag, daddy
Lee Baca, on trial tryna portray a boxer
Beatin’ up on my niggas while the COs watch ’em
Tables turned, lesson learned, my best look
You jumped sides on me, now you ’bout to meet Westbrook
Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you
Just know the next game played, I might slap the shit out you
Technical foul, I’m flagrant, I’m foul
They throwin’ me out, you throw in the towel
Look at the crowd, they (Nah, I don’t like that)
Look at my smile, I’m smirking
Calm but urgent (That ain’t the style, fuck)
So many verses, you live in denial (Fuck)
So many verses, I never run out, what?
You making him nervous, the music is loud
Hoe, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit your punk ass down (Sit yo’ punk ass down)
So that means you ain’t bigger than rapping (What else?)
So that means no more playing the backseats (What else?)
My spot is solidified if you ask me (What else?)
My name is identified as "that king"
I’ll let y’all worry about a list, I’m on some other shit
A difference between accomplishments and astonishments
You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever
Y’all got ’til April the 7th to get ya’ll shit together

[Outro]
Let’s get it!
Look look, on foenem

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Ace Hood – Remember

Real life
Ace Hood, yea
We the motherfuckin’ best, huh?
Lil’ bro you know I got you

I made my way from the bottom
And I’m grindin’ (I’m grindin’)
I wake up every morning lookin’ for commas (for commas)
‘Bout my dollars (yeah)
I’m goin’ all out and that’s on my mama (on my mama)
On my mama

Yeah, ’cause we outchea (We outchea)
We outchea (We outchea)
Ain’t no sleepin’ (Ain’t no sleepin’)
‘Cause we outchea (‘Cause we outchea)
And we outchea (And we outchea)
We outchea (We outchea)
Grindin’ all damn night, ’cause we outchea

Uh, everyday that I wake nigga, I’mma say my prayers (amen)
I’mma get on my grind dawg
‘Cause my mama need a new crib (amen)
And I’mma make that shake, gotta put the food on they plate
Stay focused and get money, never gave a fuck what they say
Ain’t no time to sleep, I get guap
Ain’t no Jordan’s in the shoe box
Ain’t no roof that came with that drop
Chase that paper, youngin’ don’t stop
Nigga I was born and raised in that jungle
Tryna to get my folk and them out that struggle
Fuck that nine to five, it don’t cut
Ain’t no job I guess that’s my luck
Yeah, nigga outchea and that’s everyday
Tryna triple what I made today
This one here for my real niggas
And bad bitches who gettin’ cake
Count it up till your thumbs hurt
Put fam second and God first
Hatin’ niggas ain’t phasin’ me
You couldn’t walk a mile in my footwear

I made my way from the bottom
And I’m grindin’ (I’m grindin’)
I wake up every morning lookin’ for commas (for commas)
‘Bout my dollars (yeah)
I’m goin’ all out and that’s on my mama (on my mama)
On my mama

Yeah, ’cause we outchea (We outchea)
We outchea (We outchea)
Ain’t no sleepin’ (Ain’t no sleepin’)
‘Cause we outchea (‘Cause we outchea)
And we outchea (And we outchea)
We outchea (We outchea)
Grindin’ all damn night, ’cause we outchea

Uh, money over the best pussy
The blind hear me, the deaf lookin’
When opportunity knock, I ran out the back door
Shit I thought it was the cops, damn
I fuck the bitch with a broom stick
The same broom that I didn’t clean my room with
Stay on my toes, no ballet
Shout out my Zoe’s, Sak Pase
I’m twistin’ weed in my mansion
I go dumber than Lamont Sanford
Remember when moms couldn’t afford Pampers
Now she trying to avoid cameras
All I do is count my blessings, Weezy F for Fortunate
I came up from that bottom, now I’m richer than chocolate
Lil Tunechi

And I’m grindin’ (I’m grindin’)
I wake up every morning lookin’ for commas (for commas)
‘Bout my dollars (yeah)
I’m goin’ all out and that’s on my mama (on my mama)
On my mama

Yeah, ’cause we outchea (We outchea)
We outchea (We outchea)
Ain’t no sleepin’ (Ain’t no sleepin’)
‘Cause we outchea (‘Cause we outchea)
And we outchea (And we outchea)
We outchea (We outchea)
Grindin’ all damn night, ’cause we outchea

I say another day, another dollar
Thank the Lord for my praying mama
Watch ya back in this cold world
‘Cause everybody won’t see tomorrow
Money called and I’m motivated
Kill the beat, it’s premeditated
Still remember like yesterday
When them hard times had me frustrated
Say any day, I’mma go and get it
Pair of J’s and my Florida fitted
Quittin’ not in my vocab and no hate is found in my soul and spirit
Young nigga trying to feed the fam
Hatin’ on me, I don’t give a damn
Out here like what nigga?
You don’t get the picture like Instagram
Hundred dollars to a couple grand
Couple grand to a hundred bands
Hundred bands to them big Ms
And my weight up like six gyms
I’m outchea and I mean that
We The Best, where my team at?
Bad vibes, I don’t need that
I done came too far to be lookin’ back

I made my way from the bottom
And I’m grindin’ (I’m grindin’)
I wake up every morning lookin’ for commas (for commas)
‘Bout my dollars (yeah)
I’m goin’ all out and that’s on my mama (on my mama)
On my mama

Yeah, ’cause we outchea (We outchea)
We outchea (We outchea)
Ain’t no sleepin’ (Ain’t no sleepin’)
‘Cause we outchea (‘Cause we outchea)
And we outchea (And we outchea)
We outchea (We outchea)
Grindin’ all damn night, ’cause we outchea

Young Mula baby
Ace Hood nigg’
Fuck these old bitch ass niggas

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GoldLink – Summatime (feat. Wale & Radiant Children)

[Intro: Radiant Children]
Young man you’re a gonner
Caught up in California
You’ve been lookin’ for gold
But there’s nottin’ to hold
Tell me have you seen him
I want to tell’em how I’m feeling
Yeah I say (yeee)
I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
But you, I used to think about you all the time
Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
These days you don’t even know me
These days you don’t even phone me
It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

[Verse 1:GoldLink]
Yeah she call me her hubby
She love me but she in California
Want to be the talk of the town, well move to California
Duck out just to fuck her, so nobody knows it’s California
Bottom feed me women, there’s so many they need marijuana
And some good head, and you tell’em turn they phone off
Tell them get so loose, then we catch them with their shirt off
Girl take that skirt off, now put on your work clothes
And baby put that guard down, we gonna piss the neighbors off
Then I gotta go, girl to catch you at your day job
Keep it all discreet, then I meet you in the nighttime
You smell like the summatime, finer than a glass of wine
You know that I speak in code, they don’t ever have to know
Keep it on the hush, hush Keep it on the DM
You slide down a poll, then i’m sliding down you TM
They don’t know no details, do you fine like detail
Imma blow your back out and your boyfriend get no details (yeah)

[Chorus: Radiant Children]
I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
But you I used to think about you all the time
Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
These days you don’t even know me
These days you don’t even phone me
It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

[Verse 2:Wale]
(eeh)
She call me on her early, she yearning for it from California
I don’t got no girlfriend, but got some workers in California
I be in that [?] Cannabis California
And I be the prince of my city, bitch where my Apollonia
Been a poet that’s been preforming for deaf ears
Raf Simmons my sweat suit hear me loud clear
Back to back in a matte black
When I fuck and i call her back
When i’m stuck cause I think she left one of her glass slippers
Cinderella what’s your real intentions
You want to move to Calabasas but it’s too expensive
You want to be with Yeezy, Travis, Migos, or the Genis
You want to fuck a hunnid rappers if it gets you nearer
Keep it on the hush hush, keep it on the DL
I be in your dreams, but they be in your DMs
And my only weakness reefer or them females
Me and Goldlink second home is that 310

[Chorus: Radiant Children] (x2)
I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
But you I used to think of you all the time
Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
These days you don’t even know me
These days you don’t even phone me
It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

[Outro]
Oooooooo (oooohhh)

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King Joel – Let Us Breathe

[INTRO SPEECH]
In a country where freedom is acclaimed on a constant basis, lies the bedrock of hate, slavery, & ardent subjection based on color

America. The land where black people aren’t seen as people or respected as humans. Rather treated inferior & handled as beasts from the east & not with ease

Our inputs taken for granted. Our lives taken for granted. Our children’s futures doubted, and our minds literally ousted

13% of peoples. Smaller than a small fraction, but bigger than the big picture. A group of people so small with an impact so vast, you’d think we was more than we are. We really are

& We always find a way. From the brutal whip wielding slavery, to segregated buses, We made it all the way. All the way from the fields, to the house. till we claimed our freedom, made it out the house & made our way To the White House

Yeah

See they seek to oppress, but our heads are upheld. I wonder how we manage to last with how they keep killing us, but we won’t digress & we won’t be repressed, we’ve shown you before, we can’t be oppressed

Over a thousand unarmed black peoples was killed by cops in the year 2015. Minorities killed in majority. My hands are up, I can’t breathe, I need love

[RAP PRELUDE]
It’s Lotta hate. It’s a Lotta prejudice. A Lotta bullshit. A lotta racism

The shit We’re subjected to, I just can’t understand it

I can’t, I can’t phantom the thought or ideology of hating a fellow human based off the color of their skin, that shit is a sin. The shit is obscene

& I’m here to shed light on what matters & let y’all know that black lives matter. It’s 2017, & we gotta make a change. We want peace

[VERSE 1]
It’s been way too many years that we’ve been enslaved. Now It’s time to air it out, put it on display. I don spent too many years of witnessing this pain. Now I’m fighting, believing that we make a change. I been losing my mind I’m drowning in my faith. Now I’m hoping that Jesus can make me walk on water. Lord I’m gon need signs you hear us at this hour. & I’m gon need yeezus to help this propaganda

20/20 election it won’t even matter. But Dead or alive our opinions gotta matter. I took a peek in my mind, it’s Plenty bullets flying through it & I’m way too educated, I can’t bullet proof it

Every time we try to make a change, they sabotage us. When we do it anyways they annihilate us. It’s the same white folks that claim that all lives matter, but passed laws that made us slaves so we could call em masta

The ones that raped our wives & sold our sons away. Yeah that was years back then, that shit ain’t go away. Cos It ain’t too long ago they burned out black bodies, whipping, hanging, mutilating niggas just to raise their crops. Now they don’t hang us, they locking us away. Yeah they don’t lynch us, they shooting us on sight. Kill us more than diseases & cause our loss of life. Yeah it hurts way more to bring the past to light

But it ain’t gon change if we don’t talk about it. & It won’t go away if we ain’t acting on it. I’m eating Black-eyed peas, just asking where’s the love? Why they shoot us in the back Just like Walter Scott? Why they take away our freedom, making us insane? Then they label us as thugs for setting cars in flames. Ill take a page up out your book & read it right back. Quit being a bully & give my rights back

[INTERLUDE]
You know we’ve got Single mothers in the ghetto struggling to make a living & raise their kids, and a prejudice motherfucker on a random day pulls the trigger & ends their pride & joy. Tamir rice, Freddie Grey, Rekia Boyd. Darrien hunt was Shot 6 times from behind as he was running away

Michael brown in Ferguson. 2 bullets to the head, shot from behind, 4 in his right arm
Jonathan Ferrell was Shot 12 times at close range; the cop kept shooting while he was on the floor. Yeah that’s some crazy shit. I can’t relate to it

[VERSE 2]
When I heard of Michael Moore I couldn’t take no more. Look at Trayvon Martin that boy was seventeen. All those years can’t give his mom back. His daddy’s tears can’t get his son back. Yet you sold that gun that took his son’s life. Hundreds of thousands I’m calling y’all out. Murderous demons, clowns & all that

I wish that i could take this pain & give it all back. Grab a couple whips & whoop on y’all’s backs. Put dem shackles on your feet & locks on y’all’s mouths. Let you can see just how it feels when you just can’t breathe & got the weight of evil spirits on your poor heart

Yeah you put us through these things just because we black. Damn mofuckas & still we ain’t crack. And I’ve still got love for the white race, but you better call me nigga from a safe place

[BRIDGE]
Huh
Shits just sad mehn
Lord help us

It’s already sad enough I had to lose a brother to cancer. Already bad enough i have to live with pain & hunger. Why do We have to be subjected to all the extra damnation to fuel this anger. We just need you to realize that our black lives matter

So Stop killing my people
Please. Stop killing my people
Stop killing my fucking people
Arrrrrrgggghhhhhhhhhh (Yells)

[OUTRO]
I’m tired of mourning. I’m tired of crying. Tired of bleeding. Please believe that we’re about 4, 5 miles away from the crossroads. You make us cross that line & you’ll regret it. Killing our innocent babies. Locking up our innocent brothers

Same crime a white person commits & walks free, a black person commits & is locked deep. Deep in the coffers of the system. Correctional facilities, more like subjectional facilities. Designed to detain & maintain slavery under the premise of law & legality, with no immunity, but there’ll be mutiny

I guarantee we’ll make a stand & make demands for a brave heart’s in great hands so make plans for the mayhem

A Brave heart in grey hats led my people in formation on a great March that changed lives and sprung the end of a lawless law of open discrimination in this Nation

We have a dream

We still believe In the King within

I am King

We are Kings

We’re not weak

We will not blink

We will not sleep

We will not eat

& Please believe we will not chill

Until we’re set free

LET US BREATHE…

The end

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Trina – Damn

[Intro: Tory Lanez]
Mhm
This why you love me, baby
Fargo
I swear, as soon as she walked out
I seen it, I was like look…
Uh, wait, okay

[Hook: Tory Lanez + Trina]
Ass on "What the fuck you got up in them jeans, girl?"
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, girl?
Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in your jeans, girl
I see what you lookin’ at when you be in the mirror, shawty
Ass on "What the fuck I got up in them jeans, boy?"
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, boy?
Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in my jeans, boy
You see what I’m lookin’ at when I be in the mirror, shawty

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
She a fuckin’ stunna
100 percenter, ain’t no one can front
‘Cause horty, you be doin’ somethin’ to me in that Yves when it’s all-blue
Like it when you got it on and love it when it’s on you
Yeah, and you know this shit for you, yeah
Split it, flip it, get ’em corners, hit it with you, yeah
You was who I was gon’ bring all this shit to, yeah
And you knew I was gon’ give this shit to you, so baby, yeah
G4 pilot, flyin’ private in the Lear
I been on an island, shorty, wildin’ over here
Ma, sit your pretty ass down in a chair
‘Cause you know how they stare, ’cause shorty got a

[Hook: Tory Lanez + Trina]
Ass on "What the fuck you got up in them jeans, girl?"
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, girl?
Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in your jeans, girl
I see what you lookin’ at when you be in the mirror, shawty
Ass on "What the fuck I got up in them jeans, boy?"
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, boy?
Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in my jeans, boy
You see what I’m lookin’ at when I be in the mirror, shawty

[Verse 2: Trina]
My Giuseppe game is on CSI
Pullin’ up in somethin’ tinted, you can’t see inside
Mirror, mirror on the motherfuckin’ wall
Who the flyest of them all? Oh my gosh, you can see it’s I!
Black label like I’m BMI
50 thousand just so she can fly
Then I’m hoppin’ off a jet
On my celly, no R. Kelly, motherfucker, just believe I fly!
Tell them bitches that it’s D or die
Ghetto booty, still chicken wings and seasoned fries
Too much clinking, she can’t see, she blind
Motherfucker, can you see me now?

[Hook: Tory Lanez + Trina]
Ass on "What the fuck you got up in them jeans, girl?"
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, girl?
Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in your jeans, girl
I see what you lookin’ at when you be in the mirror, shawty
Ass on "What the fuck I got up in them jeans, boy?"
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, boy?
Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in my jeans, boy
You see what I’m lookin’ at when I be in the mirror, shawty

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Mashiro Ayano – Ideal White

心を 全部 焼き尽くすような 絶望の隣で いつだって
君は すべて とかすように 笑いかけてくれてた

掻き消された声
届かない言葉
また 躓きそうになる度に
何度も しがみついた

白く 白く 真白な未来が
たった ひとつ 僕達の希望
今の僕には 闇雲な このきもち しかないけど
正解なんて ひとつじゃない
僕だけの明日を探してる ずっと

凍てつく空に 鈍る感覚
それでも 手を伸ばして

後悔にさえも
辿り着けぬまま
あきらめてしまったなら
きっと 必ず 後悔する

白く 白く 降り積もる理想に
僕の足跡 刻んでいくよ
今の僕には 闇雲な このきもち しかないけど
正解なんて ひとつじゃない
僕だけの明日を探してる ずっと

生まれてきた意味
めぐり逢えた理由
運命が 今 つながる

白く 白く 真白な未来が
たった ひとつ 僕達の希望
いつか この手で 僕らの願いを叶えよう

白く 白く 降り積もる理想に
今日も 足跡 刻んでいくよ
今の僕には 闇雲な このきもち しかないけど
正解なんて ひとつじゃない
僕だけの明日を探してる ずっと

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Mano Erina – Haru No Arashi

Arashi no mae no shizukesa na no ka, sora
Haiiro no kumo tachi ugoiteru
Watashi no kokoro ni umareta jerashii
Kotoba ni suru koto de kowaku naru no…
Zutto zutto suki datta no
Anata no koto dake ga ah…

Anata no me wo mite wakatta no
Watashi wo mitsumete inai koto ga
Kanojo no sugata wo oikakeru shisen ga ima arashi wo yobu
Watashi no kokoro ni fuki areru arashi…

Nigakki, hajimatta goro wa futari de
Nooto no kashikari wo shitari shite
Shuumastu no yakusoku eiga wo mitari
Sotsugyou shitemo sore wa kawara nai to…
Zutto zutto suki datta no
Anata no koto dake ga ah…

Minareta keshiki ga kawatteku
Watashi wa watashi ja naku natteku
Futari no shashin wo chigittara hara hara ima arashi wo yobu
Watashi no subete ga kaki midasare teku…

Anata no me wo mite wakatta no
Watashi wo mitsumete inai koto ga
Kanojo no sugata wo oikakeru shisen ga ima arashi wo yobu
Watashi no kokoro ni fuki areru arashi…

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Mano Erina – Hajimete No Keiken

なつ、なつ、なつ
ギラ、ギラ、ギラ
来い、来い、来い
キラ、キラ、キラ
なつ、なつ、なつ
ジリ、ジリ、ジリ
恋、恋、恋
ゆら、ゆら、ゆら

白い砂の上 ふたりの名を書いて
大きなハートの線で囲んだ

次の波が来たら さらっていっちゃうよね
なにもかも つかの間 過ぎてゆくの
生まれてここにいる 君と今 ふたりで
潮風に吹かれて 夏、すぐそこ

なつ、なつ、なつ
ギラ、ギラ、ギラ
恋、初恋
キラ、キラ、キラ
なつ、なつ、なつ
ドキ、ドキ、ドキ
恋、恋、恋
ゆら、ゆら、ゆら

波がくずれてく 心のどこかには
恋してる私 いるみたいなの

たった今 ここから 特別な領域
はじめての経験 しそうな夏
空に届きそうな 声で呼ばないでよ
裸にされそうな この胸なの、、、

たった今 ここから 特別な領域
はじめての経験 しそうな夏
空に届きそうな 声で呼ばないでよ
ドキドキしちゃってる この胸なの、、、

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Mano Erina – Hajimete No Keiken (Piano Ver.)

なつ、なつ、なつ
ギラ、ギラ、ギラ
来い、来い、来い
キラ、キラ、キラ
なつ、なつ、なつ
ジリ、ジリ、ジリ
恋、恋、恋
ゆら、ゆら、ゆら

白い砂の上 ふたりの名を書いて
大きなハートの線で囲んだ

次の波が来たら さらっていっちゃうよね
なにもかも つかの間 過ぎてゆくの
生まれてここにいる 君と今 ふたりで
潮風に吹かれて 夏、すぐそこ

なつ、なつ、なつ
ギラ、ギラ、ギラ
恋、初恋
キラ、キラ、キラ
なつ、なつ、なつ
ドキ、ドキ、ドキ
恋、恋、恋
ゆら、ゆら、ゆら

波がくずれてく 心のどこかには
恋してる私 いるみたいなの

たった今 ここから 特別な領域
はじめての経験 しそうな夏
空に届きそうな 声で呼ばないでよ
裸にされそうな この胸なの、、、

たった今 ここから 特別な領域
はじめての経験 しそうな夏
空に届きそうな 声で呼ばないでよ
ドキドキしちゃってる この胸なの、、

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Mano Erina – Love & Peace = Paradise

PA, PA, PA パラダイスってルルル 遠い遠い国みたいって
パラピプルルル ラララン 思ったの ここがパラダイス?

特別なことが 素晴らしいことなんだと
小学生の頃は 思い込んでた
歯ブラシに チューブ ちょこっと しぼった時に
ちょっぴり いい匂いがして なんだかしあわせ
夏が過ぎ 秋になっては 冬がやって来ることも
さりげなく素敵 天使たちの せい!

PA, PA, PA パラピプルルル ルーラン 雲の上 秘密のドア
パラピプルルル ラララン 思ったの ここがパラダイス?

前髪切り過ぎ うつ向いて 歩いてたら
似合うじゃん なんて言われ ほっとした朝
体育の時間 バッチリ シュート決まった!
世界中 拍手してくれる 感じつつまれた
振り返る 想い出がある 勇気くれる 微笑みよ
なにげなく素敵 天使たちの せい!

PA, PA, PA パラピプルルル ルーラン やわらかい 風が吹いてる
パラピプルルル ラララン 思ったの ここがパラダイス?

PA, PA, PA パラダイスってルルル 遠い遠い国みたいって
パラピプルルル ラララン 思ったの ここがパラダイス?

パラピプルルル ルーラン やわらかい 風が吹いてる
パラピプルルル ラララン 思ったの ここがパラダイス?

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Mano Erina – Onagai Dakara

ROMAJI TRANSLATION
振り向かずに さよならね
見た目よりも 強くないの
こんな時に どんな顔
すればいいか わからないよ
自信なんてそう はじめから
ないのに ふりしていた

お願いだから あの日 つないだ手をほどいて
お願いだから ふたり 出会う前にもどしてよ

二十歳になる その日には
ふたりきりで ずっといよう
ずっと先の ことだけど
この胸へと 刻んでいた
強く信じれば そうなると
言ったの あなたじゃない、、、

お願いだから もっと 笑う声を聞かせて
お願いだから ひとり 淋しさを抱きしめたい

お願いだから あの日 つないだ手をほどいて
お願いだから ふたり 出会う前にもどしてよ

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GRANRODEO – Glorious Days

これで最期かって聞いてみた
不安そうにして見てるもう一人
いや これが始まりさ
マジカルなマンネリなのさ

相変わらず飽きもせずに
周りの人達は笑うよ
気持ちは分からなくはない
なんて言うとでも思ったかい

分かってんだろ?
出来んだろ?
知っちゃってんだろ?
俺は絶対言わないぜ

可能性ってなんなんだ 不可能ってなんなんだ
そんなのは押し付けられた可能性
I can do it なんだって
俺の番なんだって叫ぶ
まだ思い出にはさせない

そんじょそこらの応援歌
越えられる為の亡霊だ
どんなに叩きのめされても
ぐうの音は出し続けるぜ

今更やる気スイッチの
在処を探すつもりかい

誰が何を 君に何を 言ったっていうのかい
それでも少しでも変わったのかい
いつでも決めるのは自分だったはずさ
死ぬまで生きるぜ

自分を越えていけ 大胆に越えていけ
ついでに目の前の相手も越えていけ
You can do it なんだって
君の番なんだって叫べ
未来の良し悪しを決めろ

可能性ってなんなんだ 不可能ってなんなんだ
そんなのは押し付けられた可能性
I can do it なんだって
俺の番なんだって見せておくれよもっと

自分を越えていけ 大胆に越えていけ
ついでに目の前の相手も越えていけ
You can do it なんだって
君の番なんだって叫べ
未来の良し悪しを決めろよ
まだ思い出になんかさせない