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Porter Robinson Reveals Story Behind Lil B’s “Porter Robinson Based Freestyle”

Not only is the origin of the unexpected and unreleased ID revealed in the post below, but the look on Porter’s face when he […]
This article was first published on Your EDM. Source: Porter Robinson Reveals Story Behind Lil B’s “Porter Robinson Based Freestyle” One of the indisputable highlights of Porter Robinson‘s Secret Sky set came about when he dropped Lil B‘s “Porter Robinson Based Freestyle” — and here’s how the track came to be.

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Bassnectar Releases New ‘Lockdown Mixtape’

Bassnectar’s new mixtape, Inside For The People, is out today exclusively on Apple Music. Source: Bassnectar Releases New ‘Lockdown Mixtape’ (Other platforms to follow tomorrow.) The mix features a bunch of flips and edits from Bassnectar, as well as two tracks off his upcoming album All Colors (just labeled “ID” on the tracklist), due out this summer. And can I just say, oh […]
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Rezz Drops Insanely Heavy ID via Room Service Live Stream [WATCH]

The producer/DJ live tweeted out during the stream, “Unreleased song,” followed by “More unreleased shit,” ensuring fans didn’t miss a beat. One extra heavy ID in […]
This article was first published on Your EDM. Rezz took over Room Service online festival last night for a hypnotizing live stream complete with brand new IDs — and today, everyone is still buzzing about the performance. Source: Rezz Drops Insanely Heavy ID via Room Service Live Stream [WATCH]

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Daye Jack – Supernatural Lyrics

[Verse 1]
That fit is supernatural
I’ve been on some groovy shit
Yeah I’ve got some groovy gigs
Google told me you’re legit
Born a winner never quit
Got the status [?]
Talking sad is so on fleek
These some good expensive jeans
Looking good is gon’ cost some G’s
[Chorus]
Get ’em jeans
Looking clean
They don’t need to ever go home
That fit is supernatural
Get ’em jeans
Looking clean
They don’t need to ever go home
That fit is supernatural
Fresh style, got that fresh style
That fit is supernatural
Got that fresh style, got that fresh style
That fit is supernatural
That fit is supernatural
That fit is supernatural
That fit is supernatural
That fit is supernatural
[Verse 2]
I’ve been on the internet
ID maging and getting tips
Skinny jeans they look good ripped
Dye that hair then make it flip
Daye wearing all supreme
Hoverboarding through the seem
‘Bout to grill and drink and leave
My bombing denim look so clean
[Chorus]
Get ’em jeans
Looking clean
They don’t need to ever go home
That fit is supernatural
Get ’em jeans
Looking clean
They don’t need to ever go home
That fit is supernatural
Fresh style, got that fresh style
That fit is supernatural
Got that fresh style, got that fresh style
That fit is supernatural

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Nghtmre – Wrist Lyrics (feat. Tory Lanez)

Yeah, yeah
Hoppin’ off the jet, you know I got a big tymin’
Niggas hatin’ on me, know they see my shit shinin’
Shawty on my dick and she say, “Damn, that shit blindin’”
Big diamond, big diamond on big diamond on big diamond, oh yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause I want it
Call me anytime you got your mind on that
Talkin’ anytime that your mind on that
I got somethin’ you can put your mind on next
[Chorus]
Slit my wrist, icy wit’ my fist
Wrist shine
Look what I did to my fist, ayy
Slit my wrist, icy wit’ my fist
Baby, take your bitch
Wrist shine
Yeah, nigga, flick of the wrist
[Post-Chorus]
Anytime, anytime, I said anytime
See the wrist freeze, shine
I said anytime, anytime, I said anytime
See the wrist freeze, shine, I said
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Shine, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Shine [Intro]
Lil Tory
[Chorus]
Slit my wrist, icy wit’ my fist
Wrist shine
Look what I did to my fist, ayy
Slit my wrist, icy wit’ my fist
Baby, take your bitch
Wrist shine
Yeah, nigga, flick of the wrist
[Post-Chorus]
Anytime, anytime, I said anytime
See the wrist freeze, shine
I said anytime, anytime, I said anytime
See the wrist freeze, shine, I said
[Verse 1]
I’ma get it shakin’ off the rip, I know you know
Know you got a man but you still f**k me on the low
Yes, I live a fast life, baby girl, you movin’ slow
She walked inside the green room somehow and make it glow, girl
You know that it’s your world
Let me get your friend too, get the best of both worlds
I can make your toes curl, I can make you feel good
You say that you won’t, girl, I know that you still would
When I hop up out the coupe, you know I’m down to doo-doo-doo, ayy
Fresh up out the stoop, I let them bitches out the loop, ayy
You know anytime that I pull up it’s a movie
And none of my niggas no singers but them guns on autotune
Diamonds on my finger singin’ like a flute
I go get that paper, put the whip in hot pursuit
Call me late, lil’ baby, you know I’ve been on the move
Not just anybody, baby, black Mercedes, tryna cruise slow
[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause I want it
Call me anytime you got your mind on that
Talkin’ anytime that your mind on that
I got somethin’ you can put your mind on next
[Chorus]
Slit my wrist, icy wit’ my fist
Wrist shine
Look what I did to my fist, ayy
Slit my wrist, icy wit’ my fist
Baby, take your bitch
Wrist shine
Yeah, nigga, flick of the wrist
[Post-Chorus]
Anytime, anytime, I said anytime
See the wrist freeze, shine
I said anytime, anytime, I said anytime
See the wrist freeze, shine, I said
[Verse 2]
Ooh, I think she like me
I’m just sittin’ here and I got her juices on my white tee
It ain’t no one like me
Walk inside this bitch and they ain’t even ask for ID, yeah
Hunnid thousand wrist fleetin’, yeah
Icy diamond cuts they get my wrist [?], yeah, yeah
Fit the bad bitches in a big Sprinter, yeah, yeah
Lookin’ for your bitch, who you think with her?

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Ybn Almighty Jay – Let Me Breathe Lyrics

(Yuh)
No, not ’cause he is from Texas, ’cause he is dumb (Stupid bitch)
And his name is YBN Almighty Jay (You got that right)
[Verse 1]
I guess it’s time to wake ’em up, they been sleepin’ on me (Sleep)
They say negative shit everytime they speak on me (Yuh)
My momma’ scared to look me up ’cause what she see on me
My face card good, so I don’t need to keep ID on me
My niggas crazy (Crazy), so what you wanna do? (Nah, what would you do?)
What would you do if you always on TMZ? (Huh?)
Nigga, what the f**k wrong wit’ you? (What would you do?)
What would you do if you had a son at 19? (What would you do?)
What would you do if you always on TMZ? (What would you do?)
What would you do if you had a son at 19? (Huh?)
Don’t know what I go through
Just to get to where I wanna be (Yuh)
You don’t got niggas plottin’ on you
Tryna rob you at the beach (You don’t)
I can’t even wear my jewelry if I wanna cross the street
Just let me breathe (Just let me breathe)
What would you do if you was me? (I don’t know)
Gotta watch these niggas, surrounded by fake friends
You say fame change me, but it changed you (Yuh)
Wanna eat together, but won’t pay up when the change due (Yuh)
f**kin’ bitches I used to dream about, look what that fame do
They think I’m a perfect person, nigga I got pain too (I do)
You don’t know what I been through (Been through)
‘Cause I don’t speak on it (Speak on it)
Every time my name on drama
Man, they tweet it on it (Tweet it on it)
All the good shit I do, they never speak on it (At all)
If you make that bed, then you gon’ have to sleep on it (Ooh)
I don’t want the fame no more, they don’t act the same no more
I don’t want these hoes no more (No!)
I don’t want these chains no more (no!)
I don’t wanna f**k you shawty
Don’t know what you came here for
I don’t want these blogging sites
To ever say my name no more (No shit!)
[Chorus]
Just let me breathe (Let me breathe)
What would you do if you was me? I f**k wit’ old bitches cause they understand me better (They do)
Young bitches, they just chase the cheddar (They do)
She gon’ take it all, depend on if you let her (She will)
Come on, pimp, I thought you knew better (Yeah)
I’m tryna get high, roll a blunt up (Blunt), now I roll two up (Two)
Put my depression in this drank (Drank), so I pour two cups (Drank)
The critics always on my dick (Yuh), and now I’m fed up (Fed up)
Every time I tell my pops, he tell me keep my head up (What, what!)
[Chorus]
Just let me breathe (Let me breathe)
What would you do if you was me? (Huh?)
Don’t listen to anything, but they gon’ shoot if I say shoot (Grrrah!)
Bullets don’t got names on ’em
So why you think you bulletproof? (What would you do?)
The internet tryna turn me into a beast (Woah)
[Verse 2]
Just let me breathe (Let me breathe)
What would you do if you was me? [Intro: Wendy Williams, YBN Almighty Jay]
He is from Texas, he is dumb.. (What would you do?)
The internet tryna turn me into a beast (Woah)
Just let me breathe
[Outro: Wendy Williams, Kelz Got Juice]
Well, here he is, talking about his new 29-year old girlfriend
Look like I got YBN Almighty Jay found himself in another sticky situation, bruh
YBN Almighty Jay got beat up over the weekend, that’s like 300 stitches, that’s a buck 50 twice with no change The Shade Room always postin’
Everything they see (What would you do?)
These niggas hatin’ in my comments
Like some geeks (What would you do?)
Groupie bitches tryna turn me into a freak (What?)
I gotta raise my son to be better than me (Yuh)
Not the same man (Not the same man)
You say f**k me and shake my hand
With the same hand (That’s the fake shit)
How you f**k wit’ me and turned on me
For 8 bands? (Huh?)
Don’t know what I go through
Just to get to where I wanna be (Yuh)
You don’t got niggas plottin’ on you
Tryna rob you at the beach (You don’t)
I can’t even wear my jewelry if I wanna cross the street
Just let me breathe (Just let me breathe)
What would you do if you was me?

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Mir Fontane – Whatever You Want Lyrics

I do whatever I want
I do whatever I want
I do whatever I want
Every ex I ever had
I can get back when I want
I can get back when I want
Cause you do what you want when you poppin’
[Hook]
Yeahhh, and
That’s what happens when you got it
That’s what happens when you got it
That’s what happens when you got it
Yeahhh
That’s what happens when you got it
You do what you want when you poppin
That’s what happens when you got it [Verse 1]
I’m not your regular-degular
Bitch you should Google my resume
Shawty said that she taken, yea
But I’ll probably f**k that bitch anyway
Dance on these hoes like I’m Diddy mane
Ain’t on the track team but I run the city mane
Don’t need a rich bitch to know that I’m winnin’ mane
Give me a bitch that like Chinese store chicken wings
South, south, south, southside
Got me feelin’ like the boy now
Used to creep up in windows
Look, rap opening up doors now
Used to help my friend hustle dimes
We was bussin’ traps with a bus pass
Best friend used to sell weight
He had ‘Damn Daniels’ in his bookbag
Rap niggas smell like pussycat
And my waves smellin’ like a whoop ass
But nothin’ matters when the kush pass
Nothin’ matters when the kush pass
I been spittin’ dope for five years
Got my breath smellin’ like a meth lab
Niggas switchin’ sides, hoes switchin’ teams
Throwin’ pussy at me like a chest pass
But it’s a new season, Renaissance
I’m the new Da Vinci, I’m the new LeBron
I got a new cougar look like Chaka Khan
Chaka Khan, Chaka-Chaka Khan
Heart cold, money keep me warm
Pockets lookin’ like chicken parm’
My bitch a knock out like chloroform
And your bitch way dryer than Desert Storm
I got backwoods for the backstage
Black shades like I’m Johnny Cage
Jersey born, but I’m Camden made
I been a grown man since the second grade, yeah
I just walk in through the back
You show ID at the front
You do whatever you can
I do whatever I want
[Bridge]
When you come up on your own
You do whatever you want
You do whatever you want
You do whatever you want
When you really in your zone
You do whatever you want
You do whatever you want
You do whatever you want
Why you hatin’, why you mad? I do whatever I want
I do whatever I want
I do whatever I want
Every ex I ever had
I can get back when I want
I can get back when I want
Cause you do what you want when you poppin’
[Hook]
Yeahhh, and
That’s what happens when you got it
That’s what happens when you got it
That’s what happens when you got it
Yeahhh
That’s what happens when you got it
You do what you want when you poppin
That’s what happens when you got it
[Verse 2]
And if you lookin’ for me
You know where to find me
I come from the side
Where they catchin’ bodies
Knew I wanted millions
I dropped out of college
I just wanna ball
Like I’m Charles Barkley
My white boy got a ladder like he Jeff Hardy
If this shit go down I know my niggas got me
You gon’ need Denzel up on this train to stop me
When life is short as Spike, it’s hard to do the right thing
Yeah, but I do whatever I want
I’m in the loft gettin’ drunk, I been tourin’ for a month
Theres hella chicken on the table, collard greens in the blunt
They said it couldn’t be done, but I do whatever I want
[Bridge]
When you come up on your own
You do whatever you want
You do whatever you want
You do whatever you want
When you really in your zone
You do whatever you want
You do whatever you want
You do whatever you want
Why you hatin’, why you mad?

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Young M.A – RNID Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
*Burp* (Oh)
Fuck it, you can keep that
I’m smacked
Yeah, I’m smacked
Ayy, yeah, uh
[Chorus]
Queen shit (Oh)
I got everything I need, but still I need shit (Oh)
I’m about my business now, fuck all that street shit (Oh)
I just mind my business, I don’t hear or see shit (Oh)
She with you, but she still stalk me on some creep shit (Oh)
It’s easy to get that bread, but damn, it’s hard to keep shit (Oh)
Uh, I keep it a hunnit every time, that G shit
Life is just a hole in disguise and that’s some deep shit
Uh, queen shit, uh
I’m a side outside
Call the po-po, ho (Call the po-po)
Call the po-po, ho (Call the po-po)
Call the po-po, ho (Ooh)
[Verse 1]
Back on that bull (Bull)
Still wishin’ you would (Wishin’ you would)
I’m in your hood (Hood)
I heard you ain’t got no pull (Ain’t got no pull)
I can’t save you, ho
I did whatever I could (Did whatever I could)
Ay girl, chase that bag (Chase that bag)
You did whatever you should (You did whatever you should)
I can’t play no club, you talkin’ free, you can’t talk to me, you know (Can’t talk to me)
She don’t date no scrub, she don’t date for free
She don’t date for free (She don’t date for free)
[Refrain]
Uh
Gotta have rich nigga ID (Gotta have what?)
Gotta have rich nigga ID (Gotta have what?)
Gotta have rich nigga ID (Gotta have rich nigga ID, ooh)
Gotta have lit nigga ID (Gotta have lit nigga ID)
Gotta have rich nigga ID (Gotta have lit nigga ID)
Gotta have rich nigga ID (Woo)
[Verse 2]
Walk out the bank (Woo), uh, count out the Franks (Woo)
Ain’t no complaints (Woo), Louboutin with the Saint (Woo)
I do what you can’t do, gorillas and apes (Woo)
Straight out from the gate (Woo), real niggas walkin’ through
Get out the way (Woo), Off-White, yellow tape (Woo)
Hop out the tank (Woo), speakers on crank (Woo)
Rockin’ my chain (Woo)
Self-made, self-made (Woo)
Pretty in pink (Woo) [?]
I keep a gun with the shank, too (Too)
[Bridge]
Ayy, so don’t you try me (Don’t you try me)
Uh, don’t you try me (Don’t you try me)
Ain’t gotta ask about me (Gotta ask about me)
They know who I be (Know who I be)
Let nothin’ get by me (Ooh)
Oh, Talib Kweli (Oh, Talib Kweli)
She ain’t my main squeeze
That’s just my side piece (That’s my side piece)
I got the pinky ring matching my watch piece (My watch piece)
Stick to your sports, sporty, you ain’t in my league
You don’t hold no weight (Don’t hold no weight)
Your bank account, yo no sé (Uh!)
[Refrain]
Gotta have rich nigga ID (Gotta have what?)
Gotta have rich nigga ID (Gotta have what?)
Gotta have rich nigga ID (Gotta have rich nigga ID, ooh)
Gotta have lit nigga ID (Woo)
Gotta have rich nigga ID (Ooh)
Gotta have lit nigga ID (Ooh)
[Chorus]
Queen shit (Ooh)
I got everything I need, but still I need shit (Oh)
I’m about my business now, fuck all that street shit (Oh)
I just mind my business, I don’t hear or see shit (Oh)
Yeah, she with you, but she still stalk me on some creep shit (Oh)
Yeah, it’s easy to get that bread, but damn, it’s hard to keep shit (Oh)
But I keep it a hunnit every time, that G shit (Oh)
Life is just a hole in disguise and that’s some deep shit (Oh)
Uh, queen shit, uh
(Call the po-po, ho)
Uh, call the po-po, ho
Call the po-po, ho
Ha, one trick (Ooh, ooh)
[Outro]
Ooh
Let’s get it
I have to burp again
Ha ha

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Lil’ Kim – No Auto Blanco Lyrics

You know any given time Kimmy could pop out
Everytime I see these chicks they quick to cop out
I G’d up these hoes, thinkin’ that they got clout
Get’cho ass back in that house, we got No Limit tanks
Master P dropped that shit off last night, we pullin’ rank
Never talk when gangstas talk unless you ’bout that action
My track record’ll tell you bitches I ain’t just rappin’
This Dior coat is the only one, so you can’t jack it
I’m a masterpiece, wrapped me on his arm like a bust-down Patek
Niggas flexin’ on the ‘Gram, but they be broke
Smokin’ on ’em blunts, but don’t want no smoke
Never count so much right now, my paper’s stackin’ up
I’m in my Louis bag, you hoes could pack it up
Ya’ll both got [?] and you out, it ain’t adding up
But you say you keep it gangsta, nigga that’s cap or what
Big and Pac’d be alive right now if you niggas ain’t gassed shit up
If I knew who did it, I’d personally wrap their caskets up
I’ma keep Frank name alive, my nigga ain’t die for nothin’
Got shooters out in Brooklyn ready to die for nothin’
These rats runnin’ around in this jungle, down for nothin’
Be careful we got apes out here, bitch you lyin’ for nothin’ Play this song
Niggas call me Blanco like the mob out here
We overseas, they like “How you get them Glocks out here?”
I got killas in different countries, you know squad out here
Feed a lot of wolves, watch it how you talk out here
“Fuck Lil’ Kim” – that’s all I hear is people talkin’ evil
“Fuck Lil’ Kim” – if you say that then bitch I better not see you
“Fuck Lil’ Kim” – bitch watch your mouth before they can’t ID you
Laid up in ICU where nobody can’t come see you
Why these bitches think they safe because I’m not out?

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NAV – Habits (Original) Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Wheezy outta here
Yeah

[Chorus]
I got too much money, I don’t know which drugs that I want
Told her, “Tell me what you took right now
I’ll match double what you on”
I had one, two, three, four, I don’t know which cup that I’m on
I don’t think I need more but I might take another one
I think I’m an addict, I got lots of habits
I think I’m an addict, try to talk me down and I won’t have it

[Verse 1]
Sometimes I get lost in my thoughts, I’m gone (lLost in my thought)
Know you don’t really love me, just my songs (My songs)
Pop another one when I’m alone in my room (My room, yeah)
She said that is sad and
She think I got a habit
Nowadays, the blicky, it ain’t lasting
I can’t see you, I’m too focused on the cabbage
Gotta refill my prescription to the Addy
I’ma up this, without dosing off
I’ma keep on making this magic, as long as my drugs involved

[Chorus]
I got too much money, I don’t know which drugs that I want
Told her, “Tell me what you took right now
I’ll match double what you want”
I had one, two, three, four, I don’t know which cup that I’m on
I don’t think I need more but I might take another one
I think I’m an addict, I got lots of habits
I think I’m an addict, try to talk me down and I won’t have it

[Verse 2]
I can’t find my pills, now I’m searching like a dope fiend
Now I’m rolling hard, found some molly in my old jeans
Smoking so much blonde, sending rumors like a smoke screen
Star player like Kobe, I’m balling with the whole team
Looking for some juice, we out in Vegas, me and Bugsy
Gamble with my life, just cuz all these hoes gon’ fuck me
When I mix the Addy with the Henny, please don’t touch me
I just bought some Act, I sipped it slow, this shit is pricey
I was hot when I was broke, now you look at me, I’m icy
Now when I go to the club, they don’t look at my ID
Gotta make sure that my gang is right besides me
Cuz when I’m rolling, I can’t see who’s walking by me

[Chorus]
I got too much money, I don’t know which drugs that I want
Told her, “Tell me what you took right now
I’ll match double what you on”
I had one, two, three, four, I don’t know which cup that I’m on
I don’t think I need more but I might take another one
I think I’m an addict, I got lots of habits
I think I’m an addict, try to talk me down and I won’t have it

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NAV – Habits Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Wheezy outta here
Yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
I got too much money
I don’t know which drugs that I want (Know which drugs that I want)
Told her, “Tell me what you took right now
I’ll match double what you on” (Whatever you on, whatever you on)
I had one, two, three, four
I don’t know which cup that I’m on (I don’t know how much I drank)
I don’t think I need more
But I might take another one

[Chorus]
I think I’m an addict (I got problems)
I got lots of habits (I’m tryna solve ’em)
I think I’m an addict (I got problems)
Try to talk me down and I won’t have it, hey

[Verse 1]
Sometimes I get lost in my thoughts, I’m gone (Lost in my thought)
Know you don’t really love me, just my songs (My songs)
Pop another one when I’m alone in my room (Yeah)
She said that is sad and (Yeah)
She think I got a habit (Yeah)
Nowadays, the Perky, it ain’t lasting (Hey)
I can’t see you, I’m too focused on the cabbage
Gotta refill my prescription to the Addy
I’m on uppers, I’m not dosin’ off
I’ma keep on makin’ this magic, as long as my drugs involved

[Pre-Chorus]
I got too much money
I don’t know which drugs that I want (Know which drugs that I want)
Told her, “Tell me what you took right now
I’ll match double what you on” (What did you take? Whatever you on)
I had one, two, three, four
I don’t know which cup that I’m on (I don’t know how much I drank)
I don’t think I need more
But I might take another one (One more)

[Chorus]
I think I’m an addict (I got problems)
I got lots of habits (I’m tryna solve ’em)
I think I’m an addict (I got problems)
Try to talk me down and I won’t have it, hey

[Verse 2]
I can’t find my pills, now I’m searchin’ like a dope fiend
Now I’m rollin’ hard, found some molly in my old jeans
Smoking so much blunts in the room, look like a smoke screen
Star player like Kobe, I’m ballin’ with the whole team
Lookin’ for some juice, we out in Vegas, me and Bugsy
Don’t gamble with my life, just ’cause all these hoes gon’ fuck me
When I mix the Addy with the Henny, please don’t touch me
I just bought some Act’, I sip it slow, this shit is pricey
I was hot when I was broke, but now you look at me, I’m icy
Now when I go to the club, they don’t look at my ID
Gotta make sure that my gang is right beside me
‘Cause when I’m rollin’, I can’t see who’s walkin’ by me

[Pre-Chorus]
I got too much money
I don’t know which drugs that I want (I don’t know which drugs that I want)
Told her, “Tell me what you took right now
I’ll match double what you on” (What did you take? Whatever you on)
I had one, two, three, four
I don’t know which cup that I’m on (I don’t know how much I drank)
I don’t think I need more
But I might take another one (One more)

[Chorus]
I think I’m an addict (I got problems)
I got lots of habits (I’m tryna solve ’em)
I think I’m an addict (I got problems)
Try to talk me down and I won’t have it, hey

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Young M.A – Thotiana (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro]
Red life baby
Suu whoop

[Verse 1]
I keep a bad bitch not a catfish (okay)
My last bitch, left her in the past tense (okay)
Thotiana, real name Tatiana (okay)
Body like Rihanna but she not Rihanna (no way)
I make the pussy wet she need a mopi-ana (oooh)
When she bust down make her butt sound like a Glock-iana
She love it when I eat the boxi-iana (oooh)
Make her body jerk, legs lock-iana (oooh)
I beat the pussy then I beat the block-iana (beat it)
‘Cause bitch I gotta get back to the guap-iana (beat it)
She my trap queen call her Trapiana (oooh)
And we strap-iana never like the honor
I hit her from the back she got the fatty on her (oooh)
She can turn a bad day into a happy hour (ayy)
And she got that coochie oochie wallie wallie (ayy)
And my shmoney dance then I catch her body (shmoney)
Me you and Hennessy do not try me (try me)
I just wanna put my face in that punani (brrr)
We don’t love Headphanie we don’t love no thotties (nope)
She put my name on it she my walking ID (oooh)
Kill the kitty now she a walking zombie (okay)
Make the pussy drip drip drip drip like a IV

OOOUUU Thotiana half-savage half-primadonna (ahh)
I don’t want the check if I don’t see a comma (no-no)
When I see her pussy I see the Bahamas
You wanna cry in a Bentley you’ll cry in Honda
You want the steak and lobster or you want McDonald’s
Bitch make a choice ’cause it’s either either
She said she sticking with a nigga like Benihanas (yeah)
Paparazzi taking pictures of us
A nigga said she should’ve duck quicker Lori-ana (Ooooh I see you baby)
I told her put the hoodie on I was tryna hide her
Homie tricking on her I just bought her flowers (facts)
Before I buy a bitch I need to know her mileage
50K or more she a thotiana (yeah she a thot)
And every nigga drive her, no, no, no that’s a nada (no no)
We ain’t buying Gucci, we ain’t buying Prada (no no)
Let’s get it!
It’s MA, it’s Red Life baby
OOOUUU

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Rico Nasty – HARD Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, you know I don’t never know what to say right here
[?] took it to town

[Chorus]
Bitch, I be goin’ HARD
I getcho nigga HARD
This blunt is hittin’ HARD
And what I’m whippin’, HARD
Bitch, I be goin’ HARD
I got yo nigga HARD
This blunt I’m hittin’ HARD
And what I’m whippin’, HARD

[Verse 1]
Smoke bamboo, big lit
Thick white bitch, Iggy
You know my weed sticky
What’s the secret Vicky?
We be turnt like Timmy
Then we roll out like Jimmy
My show sold out in your city
You can’t keep up wit me
Sit on his face ‘til his nose guard
To put me down you need both arms
These bitches mad cause I go hard
Ready, set, I got on Goyard
Chains on my belt, I’m a rockstar
Don’t need ID, I use facecard
These niggas dig me like a graveyard
I work hard so I get to play hard

[Chorus]
Bitch, I be goin’ HARD
I getcho nigga HARD
This blunt is hittin’ HARD
And what I’m whippin’, HARD
Bitch, I be goin’ HARD
I got yo nigga HARD
This blunt I’m hittin’ HARD
And what I’m whippin’, HARD

[Verse 2]
What I got on it ain’t come from the store
They see me soon as I walk through the door
I’m up on the roof, I was just on the floor
How the fuck did I get rich when I was just poor?
All of these blessings, I’m thankin’ the lord
I’m never stoppin’ I gotta keep goin’
I don’t use the brakes when I’m drivin’ a foreign
I only go faster, I never go slower
Ballin’ so hard like, “what’s the score?”
If she want beef, I need a fork
I know it hurt them to the core
Your nigga a lame, a bitch, a dork
Bitch I come from nothin’, every day I’m stuntin’
I know you ain’t got this, bought it out the country
Money don’t mean nothin’, get it like it’s double
If we get into it, you know you in trouble

[Chorus]
Bitch, I be goin’ HARD
I getcho nigga HARD
This blunt is hittin’ HARD
And what I’m whippin’, HARD
Bitch, I be goin’ HARD
I got yo nigga HARD
This blunt I’m hittin’ HARD
And what I’m whippin’, HARD

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Joji – COME THRU Lyrics

[Chorus]
Won’t you come through?
Water on me
We gon’ walk right through
And I’m swimming like Nemo
No caller ID, no
You don’t really like me, no
And I don’t really like people
But you’re better by default

[Verse]
No, red rocks so bright (So bright)
You can open your eyes
Hell all rise
Make you so blind (So blind)
With a thousand teeth like a Leviathan
Biting tightly on my wrist, it look like heaven
Weighing tightly on my neck until it breaks
If I lived too long, you’d kill me with a stake
No mistake, no mistake, no mistake
No mistake
The reflection never point the same way
ABBA on repeat, yeah
Diamonds like a dancing queen, so…

[Chorus]
Won’t you come through?
Water on me
We gon’ walk right through
And I’m swimming like Nemo
No caller ID, no
You don’t really like me, no
And I don’t really like people
But you’re better by default
Won’t you come through?
Water on me
We gon’ walk right through
And I’m swimming like Nemo
No caller ID, no
You don’t really like me, no
And I don’t really like people
But you’re better by default

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Zara Larsson – Weak Heart lyrics

[Verse 1]
Early morning
Someone’s calling
Who could this be?
Reach my phone and your name showing on my caller ID
I decline, and change my mind, and call you back up
You say, “Hey,” I say, “Hey.”
Then we don’t say too much

[Pre-Chorus 1]
It’s almost like singing that sad song
You make it so easy to hang on

[Chorus]
‘Cause I’ve a weak heart
Baby, I’ve a weak heart
Yeah, I-I-I-I have such a weak heart
Baby, I’ve a weak heart
Yeah, I-I-I-I, when it comes to you
I put my money on a long shot
(I gotta, I gotta, I gotta) when it comes to you
It’s like I want it, but I can’t stop
(I gotta, I gotta, I gotta)
Yeah, I’ve a weak heart
Baby, I’ve a weak heart

[Verse 2]
You come over
I say slow now
This can’t go on
Grab a chair, please
Sit right there
It’s time we had a talk
Boy, talk is the touching
And then it’s on to the next
Body to body until I’m catching my breath
This is not what I’m supposed to do
Try to shake it off, but I’m stuck on you

[Pre-Chorus 2]
So I’mma keep singing this sad song
It never felt better to be wrong

[Chorus]
‘Cause I’ve a weak heart
Baby, I’ve a weak heart
Yeah, I-I-I-I have such a weak heart
Baby, I’ve a weak heart
Yeah, I-I-I-I, when it comes to you
I put my money on a long shot
(I gotta, I gotta, I gotta) when it comes to you
It’s like I want it, but I can’t stop
(I gotta, I gotta, I gotta)
Yeah, I’ve a weak heart
Baby, I’ve a weak heart

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Macklemore – Fake ID lyrics

[Intro]
Ladies and gentleman, my name is Macklemore. This is my music, and it feels so damn good right about now. Check it, I got a story, yo, it goes a little something like

[Verse 1]
When I was seventeen I was staying in NYC
And my homie told me where I could get a fake ID
“Ayo, son, you better get that shit when you in NY” (okay)
So I hopped on the subway and I gave it a try
To my pleasant surprise the ID looked fine
5’9″, blues eyes, born in ninteen-seventy-nine
Nervous as hell, I went to the store with my homie
Came out and yelled “Dawg, they sold me a 40”
Yeah, you know that I was the man
Buying the contraband with a fake ass hologram
No more looking for bums, standing in the rain
Stranded on Broadway and giving ’em all my change
For the rest of the summer man I was on fades
Seventeen, had it made, getting drunk everyday
Ayy, I got treated a whole new way
Because of a piece of plastic that proved I was of age

[Interlude]
You know what I’m saying, all of a sudden you get this little piece of plastic and you’re in the club. Seventeen like bah! Check it out, it’s like this, yo

[Verse 2]
Now for the next three years I had so much fun
Getting drunk in hip-hop clubs where you had to be twenty-one
Then one day I was walking and I saw a sign
That said KRS-One twenty-one up and live
That’s hella tight
Ayo I heard he always ripped it
So I hopped up in my Civic and went out to buy a ticket
When I got up the the door the bouncer checking ID’s
Looks at mine and he’s like “Nah, we don’t take these”
I tried to reach and grab my shit back
But the mother fucker was tougher than Shaq, on crack
I should of punched him, but I would have reached his knee cap
And that probably wouldn’t have hurt him very much
He kept laughing and smilin’, he called me a dumb shit
And if I would of let myself I would have cried in public
Oh no, I’m like “Give it back, bro!”
But no, my ID was jacked by the Caucasian Deebo

[Bridge]
Ha I’m laughing right now but at the time it really was not funny and it’s still not very funny. Fucker

[Verse 3]
Bitch why you got to take my ID?
Why do I have to be 21 to drink a Long Island Iced Tea?
I hate bouncers with their bald heads and ten foot tall legs
And shirts that they outgrew when they were like ten
*Get ’em*
Your mother is dumb for having you
You’re a bouncer because you have a small dick and as a kid everyone laughed at you
*Get ’em*
You’re too big and you never seemed to listen
You look injected with the shit they give to KFC chickens
*Get ’em*
I don’t like ya, at all I despise you
If I was tall I would fight you
If I was a dog I would bite you
Every single day you make people cry
And your job is to go and ruin teenager’s lives
Ok I’m going too far bouncers aren’t all bad
I’m sure they make great husbands and really strong dads
But hopefully you learned a lesson from me
Never take an MC’s fake ID
Yup, I said never take an MC’s fake ID
You could be buff and tough, it don’t matter to me
Cause you’re going to get burned if you step to MCs

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Neko Case – Curse Of The I-5 Corridor lyrics

(feat. Mark Lanegan)

I waited too long to write this down
The startling sensation is fading
The sweet, sweet burn of the
First drink of the night underaged
Knowing that you’re gonna get away with it

You were a good man before you knew it
And I’m not vain enough to think that
I’d have been good for you if I’d stayed
In the current of your life
I was an eyelash in the shipping lanes

And now I’m so scared about mystery
I fear I smell extinction in the
Folds of this novacaine age coming on
I miss the smell of mystery
Reverb leaking outta tavern doors
And not knowing how the sounds were made

So I left home and faked my ID
I fucked every man that I wanted to be
I was so stupid then
Why should mystery give its last name

[Refrain, 2x]
Baby, I’m afraid
But it’s not your fault
Maybe I should go
Home alone tonight

[Musical interlude]

Now I’ll see you in our old home
Where I’m always scared to go
Those thirty garbage miles
Making with cigarette butts and used tires
To be poor is the anchor that makes us so sure

Your sandy voice across my brow you haven’t aged a day
Is it because you took a shortcut that
Makes people say you’re crazy
Is it true
You’re a time traveler, you
Is it true
I’ve seen crazy too

Can it be a comfort between us
Because I never want to know for sure

[Refrain, 2x]
Baby, I’m afraid
But it’s not your fault
Maybe I should go
Home alone tonight

The instrumental over the bridge

[Musical interlude]

Now I write this in a pale town
Where excitement is a yellow curd
My dream awake leaps through my window
From the highway

You turn my handles at the brake too late
It needs to tease metric tons
The crash comes, comes, comes
It goes down my public face
Behind the reservoir of collar bones
Forms two private lakes

Baby, I’m a fool

Hopping is so easy
You haven’t gained a day
To self-fulfilling prophecies
Who don’t even have each other
Not that we would ever get away with it

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Lil Durk – Instigator Lyrics

[Chorus]
Manipulator, instigator
Oh you think you Bigga Rankin, and got some paper
Oh I take a lot of them drugs, they keep my day up
And I hope his lawyer beat this case up
If I tell you I love you and then I love you
If I call you my brother then you my brother
It was part of my struggle, part of my struggle
And you was down and out with me when it was ugly

[Verse 1]
I wanted to tell you a lot of shit but ain’t get the chance to
They say that shit gon’ fall on me whatever my friends do
And we always sold the link whenever the rent due
And I told my family I got ’em when music break through
Made my first hundred thousand, that’s why I feel myself
Man the rumors killed me deeply, I wanted to kill myself
Before I let an opposition do it, I’ll kill myself
I feel that pain I thought I’d never feel
Same nigga tricked on me from the sand, mmh
Same niggas that I gave a hand, mmh
Man this shit was not the plan, mmh
Just for thinking they my friends

[Chorus]
Manipulator, instigator
Oh you think you Bigga Rankin, and got some paper
Oh I take a lot of them drugs, they keep my day up
And I hope his lawyer beat this case up
If I tell you I love you and then I love you
If I call you my brother then you my brother
It was part of my struggle, part of my struggle
And you was down and out with me when it was ugly

[Verse 2]
Remember you had gave me chicken name on Chinese
I remember ridin’ to 8Ball and MJG
And I got kids so ain’t no family price, this shit ain’t free
I done put two pills inside me like this shit ain’t me
I’m deep inside the hood, for woods they need ID
You was cool but I ain’t loyal so I ain’t need to breathe
And you was hungry in the county so I sent a sleeve
And I was walkin’ around my block, my Glock is stallin’ deans, yeah
Chinchillas and gold Rollies, they hood trophies
I remember ridin’ dirty, hope I don’t get pulled over
And I tried to get a job driving bulldozers
Now it’s steamers and high speeds, don’t get pulled over

[Chorus]
Manipulator, instigator
Oh you think you Bigga Rankin, and got some paper
Oh I take a lot of them drugs, they keep my day up
And I hope this lawyer beat this case up
If I tell you I love you and then I love you
If I call you my brother then you my brother
It was part of my struggle, part of my struggle
And you was down and out with me when it was ugly

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The Magician – Las Vegas

featuring Ebenezer

Girl, your loving is way too dangerous
Cause girl you party like you’re in Vegas
You want party favours
Are there any takers?
Cause girl you party like you’re in Vegas

Yeah yeah yeah
You’re getting in free,
you didn’t even bring your ID
and you got work in the morning
But you don’t care, c’est la vie
Straight to the bar, order up a couple of drinks
Like a Cosmo with the mint like
and you got your friends here, your friends here

Girl, you’re scared of love
Let me do you right
Yeah, you need love
Let me do you right
You’ve been hurt before
Let me do you right
If you’re looking for love, girl
Let me do you right
(x2)

Girl, your loving is way too dangerous
Cause girl you party like you’re in Vegas
You want party favours
Are there any takers?
Cause girl you party like you’re in Vegas

Now you’re on the dancefloor
Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more
Don’t stop, love the way you shake it
Give you my body, but you gotta give me yours
Good God, I think I really hit the jackpot
So get the camera for the snapshot
You just gotta let down your hair, down your hair.

Girl, you’re scared of love
Let me do you right
Yeah, you need love
Let me do you right
You’ve been hurt before
Let me do you right
If you’re looking for love, girl
Let me do you right
(x2)

Girl, you can, you can be sure
That I’ll stay forever yours
Girl, you can, you can be sure
I’ll be forever yours.

Girl, you’re scared of love
Let me do you right
Yeah, you need love
Let me do you right
You’ve been hurt before
Let me do you right
If you’re looking for love, girl
Let me do you right
(x4)

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Remy Ma – Melanin Magic (Pretty Brown) Lyrics

[Intro]
Pretty brown eyes
You know!

[Verse 1: Remy Ma]
I got that up north glow, body lookin’ like cinnamon
I’m runnin’ shit right now, I think I pulled a ligament
Fashion killa, Alaïa assassin
Vetements villain, Balenciaga bastard
I got that melanin magic, brown skin poppin’
Always fly, I stay in a cockpit
I want it, I cop it
Opened the door, then locked it
Every time Remy touch the city, stop it

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You’re my pretty brown eyes
They all on ya and they want you
I know they need you in they life
But you my vibe tonight and I love you
Baby don’t try to act like you ain’t been textin’ me
Saying what you wanna do
Them pretty brown thighs between your legs tonight
Is what I wanna do

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
I’ma real rider, rap crown taker
Ass so soft because it’s not fake
I can show you how to move in a room full of whole bitches
He met me and now he don’t even know bitches
I see you, be on IG “I’m thick”
You sick, damn, you need an IV
Show me your ID ’cause I don’t know you chicks
You scared of heights (no?)
Well then jump off my dick

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You’re my pretty brown eyes
They all on ya and they want you
I know they need you in they life
But you my vibe tonight and I love you
Baby don’t try to act like you ain’t been textin’ me
Saying what you wanna do
Them pretty brown thighs between your legs tonight
Is what I wanna do

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
You know I don’t care bring that ass right here for me
Take it all off for me baby, lemme see somethin’
I know you the best for me, you a real winner
Baby girl you bad as fuck, I’m a real nigga
You know, you know that ill always be there for you
Won’t let you go, I’ll always will take care of you
Because you’re mine, pretty brown eyes

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You’re my pretty brown eyes
They all on ya and they want you
I know they need you in they life
But you my vibe tonight and I love you
Baby don’t try to act like you ain’t been textin’ me
Saying what you wanna do
Them pretty brown thighs between your legs tonight
Is what I wanna do

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Macklemore – Corner Store (feat. Dave B & Travis Thompson)

Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Okay, 2 AM, I’m posted (I’m posted)
All in my Jansport
Moving to Utah, run with
Might treat your block like a dance floor
Finesse the rent out the landlord
Mama said, "Pull your pants up"
Bending corners, and scraper are loyal to tell my bands up
I’m pushing, moving work, proving
There’s commas on the way
Put the pussy on pedestal, blow the medical to the face
It’s sad that they know my face
Rollin heaven in my new Wraith
Declining the call from labels
Still grubbin’ on struggle tastes
They all wanna know what’s next, I don’t even know myself
Nah, I don’t wanna hear your bullshit, I don’t really need your help
I’m posted and smoking just like my uncles before me
I politic with the stagnant, forget my day by the morning, it go
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
I grew up on Old English, that’s that malt liquor (aha)
Never smoked a Backwood, it was all Swishers (uh-uh)
Before I pulled a fake ID out on a bartender
I was on bag of Cuban Z’s, walking off kilter
We ain’t have no common sense
Through that dirt and hop that fence (aha)
Roasting, talking shit, we mobbing, I just got my mama’s whip (Hell yeah)
We blow dank out that window
Right with your tape up, it’s garbage
I used to roll up a spliff, and I mixed the weed with the Parliament, ayy (oh shit)
Couldn’t tell you ’bout our future (Yeah)
We was on the corner, posted (yeah)
Wasn’t thinking ’bout tomorrow (uh-uh)
On the rooftop smoking (smokin’)
Swisher guts in the Funyun bag (yes)
I was just doing my thing (my thing)
Hit the hot food aisle (uhuh)
Got the gizzards instead of the wings (Gizzards)
But it’s all love, run my route, play the course
Sweatpants, shorts, wife beater, posted on the porch
Reminiscing, 2:11, and we smokin’ on some Ports
And getting hella faded
Gotta re-up so you know we ’bout to hit the
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Taking my time, working it out
Counting the coin, breaking my back (yeah)
All in my loins, all on my nerves
Can’t get a break, but that’s my snack
Call me Almond Joy, mama’s boy
Can’t afford none of what you ordered
Shit, I’m hardly on, not quite broke
Off the wall but on the boarder
Pushing pen to the paper for peso
They wanna leggo
Close construction, no room for the huevos (yeah yeah)
You gotta love it
That’s Benny, he like Montego, he save you like the gecko
He not gon’ pay the debt ’til you ice, get OG Maco
Boy so wonderful
Them cheap thrills, they come and they go, yeah
Talking ’bout we saved you a seat, boy, boy
They don’t want no one to know long as you comfortable, yeah
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ ’round the city and we hide behind the tints
Out the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Corner store, that’s all (Gemini)
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change
The courage to change the things I can
And the wisdom to know the difference

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Macklemore – Corner Store (feat. Dave B & Travis Thompson) (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Okay, 2 AM, I’m posted (I’m posted)
All in my Jansport
Moving to Utah, run with
Might treat your block like a dance floor
Finesse the rent out the landlord
Mama said, "Pull your pants up"
Bending corners, and scraper are loyal to tell my bands up
I’m pushing, moving work, proving
There’s commas on the way
Put the pussy on pedestal, blow the medical to the face
It’s sad that they know my face
Rollin heaven in my new Wraith
Declining the call from labels
Still grubbin’ on struggle tastes
They all wanna know what’s next, I don’t even know myself
Nah, I don’t wanna hear your bullshit, I don’t really need your help
I’m posted and smoking just like my uncles before me
I politic with the stagnant, forget my day by the morning, it go
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
I grew up on Old English, that’s that malt liquor (aha)
Never smoked a Backwood, it was all Swishers (uh-uh)
Before I pulled a fake ID out on a bartender
I was on bag of Cuban Z’s, walking off kilter
We ain’t have no common sense
Through that dirt and hop that fence (aha)
Roasting, talking shit, we mobbing, I just got my mama’s whip (Hell yeah)
We blow dank out that window
Right with your tape up, it’s garbage
I used to roll up a spliff, and I mixed the weed with the Parliament, ayy (oh shit)
Couldn’t tell you ’bout our future (Yeah)
We was on the corner, posted (yeah)
Wasn’t thinking ’bout tomorrow (uh-uh)
On the rooftop smoking (smokin’)
Swisher guts in the Funyun bag (yes)
I was just doing my thing (my thing)
Hit the hot food aisle (uhuh)
Got the gizzards instead of the wings (Gizzards)
But it’s all love, run my route, play the course
Sweatpants, shorts, wife beater, posted on the porch
Reminiscing, 2:11, and we smokin’ on some Ports
And getting hella faded
Gotta re-up so you know we ’bout to hit the
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Taking my time, working it out
Counting the coin, breaking my back (yeah)
All in my loins, all on my nerves
Can’t get a break, but that’s my snack
Call me Almond Joy, mama’s boy
Can’t afford none of what you ordered
Shit, I’m hardly on, not quite broke
Off the wall but on the boarder
Pushing pen to the paper for peso
They wanna leggo
Close construction, no room for the huevos (yeah yeah)
You gotta love it
That’s Benny, he like Montego, he save you like the gecko
He not gon’ pay the debt ’til you ice, get OG Maco
Boy so wonderful
Them cheap thrills, they come and they go, yeah
Talking ’bout we saved you a seat, boy, boy
They don’t want no one to know long as you comfortable, yeah
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store
Corner store, 2 AM
Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ ’round the city and we hide behind the tints
Out the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
Corner store, that’s all (Gemini)
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change
The courage to change the things I can
And the wisdom to know the difference

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Wiz Khalifa – Plane 4 U Lyrics

[Intro]
Hallo
Yeah I was trynna call and see what you was doing today and shit
Naw I ain’t busy
You the one the always got shit to do
Yeah yup
I know I always say that
But look I ain’t really got nothing to do later
And uhm, I was trynna see you if that’s cool
Yeah I just left the gym so
I’m gonna go to the crib and I’m come pick you up
Just listen for my car out front
Alright, I ain’t gon take too long
Where my keys at?
My bad

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Oooh girl
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Oooh girl

[Chorus]
I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
To roll that plane for you
Smoking on medical
Ooh girl
Smoking on medical
I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
To roll that plane for you
Smoking on medical
Ooh girl
Smoking on medical
I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
To roll that plane for you
Smoking on medical
Ooh girl
Smoking on medical

[Verse 1]
You know what I smoke
You know what I drive
You know where I stay
You frequently fly
We shop we buy
We don’t just be looking
We never be dry
I always supply it anytime you want
There ain’t no need to deny
You’re suppose to be in the sky
Some people think it’s a lie, but I don’t even know why
I put my weed in a cone
We smoking weed like a tribe
You smoking weed to get by
We smoking weed to survive
Smoking that medical

[Chorus]
I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
To roll that plane for you
Smoking on medical
Ooh girl
Smoking on medical
I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
To roll that plane for you
Smoking on medical
Ooh girl
Smoking on medical
I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
To roll that plane for you
Smoking on medical
Ooh girl
Smoking on medical

[Mr. Easy Rider:]
Yeaaheaa
This one goes out to all my patients and paitent-ettes
With that medical weed card yall
And I heard it’s legal in Nevada too
Recreation on Seattle
So if you got your ID
Make sure you show up to your local dispensary
And cop you some of that KK
And tell em I sent you
And to all the states that ain’t legalize it yet
Get on board man
We need the green
Make the world a better place
By putting the grass all in your face
Free the weed
Let everybody’s who’s locked up out of jail
And let all these patients get well
There ain’t nothing wrong with it
You was just raised to think it was bad
But now its time to change your mind
Open your eyes yall
Look around, everybody’s getting high

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Corner store – Macklemore feat. Travis Thompson lyrics

Lyrics Macklemore – Corner store

Corner store, 2 A.M
Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
/Posted at the corner store./(x4)

Okay, 2 A.M. I’m posted (I’m posted)
Dope all in my Jansport
Moving, the youth I run with
Might treat your block like a dance floor
Finesse the rent out the landlord
Momma said “Pull your pants up”
Bending corners and scraper are loyal to tell my bands up
I’m pushin’, movin’ work, improvin’
There’s commas on the way
Put the p***y on pedestal
Blow the medical to the face
It’s evident on my face
Rollin’ heaven in my new Wraith
Declinin’ the call from labels
Still grubbin’ on struggle plates
They all wanna know whats next, s**t, I don’t even know myself
Nah, I don’t wanna hear your best s**t, I don’t really need your help
I’m posted and smokin’ just like my uncles before me
I politic with the stagnant, forget my day by the morning, it go.

Corner store, 2 A.M
Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
/Posted at the corner store./(x4)

I grew up on Old English, that’s that malt liquor
Never smoked a backwood, it was all Swishers
Before I pulled a fake ID out on a bartender
I was on a bag of Cuban Z’s, walkin’ off kilter
We ain’t have no common sense
Do that dirt and hop that fence
Roastin’, talkin’ s**t, we mobbin’, I just got my momma’s whip
We blow dank out that window, right with your tape up, it’s garbage
I used to roll up a spliff, and I mixed the weed with the Parliament, ayy
Couldn’t tell you ’bout our future
We was on the corner, posted
Wasn’t thinking ’bout tomorrow
On the rooftop smokin’
Swisher guts in the Funyun bag
I was just doing my thing
Hit the hot food aisle
Got the gizzards instead of the wings
But it’s all love, run my route, play the course
Sweatpants, shorts, wife beater, posted on the porch
Reminiscing, 2:11, and we smokin’ on some Ports
And getting hella faded
Gotta re-up so you know we ’bout to hit the..

Corner store, 2 A.M
Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
/Posted at the corner store./(x4)

Takin’ my time, workin’ it out
Countin’ the coin, breakin’ my back
All in my loins, all on my nerves
Can’t get a break, but that’s my snack
Call me Almond Joy, momma’s boy
Can’t afford none of what you order
S**t, I’m hardly on, not quite broke
Off the wall, but on the border
Pushin’ pen to the paper for peso
They wanna Lego versuri-lyrics.info
Close construction, no room for the huevos
You gotta love it
That’s Benny, he like Montego, he save you like the gecko
He not gon’ pay to date you, you get ousted, OG Maco
Boy so wonderful
Them cheap thrills, they come and they go, yeah
Talking ’bout we saved you a seat, boy, boy
They don’t want no one to know, long as you comfortable, yeah.

Corner store, 2 A.M
Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips
Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints
In the Benzo, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip
/Posted at the corner store./(x4)

Corner store
That’s all
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the differenceee.
Macklemore lyrics
Video store

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G Herbo – Head Right Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I grew up smart as fuck, bad as shit
But really like the least baddest kid that I was with
Cause foenem been wild and shit
Been violent and shit
Been came home from them interrogations, silent shit
Now we fly with felonies and no ID’s, private shit
I make money just appear and disappear, magic tricks
I was on some savage shit when I wasn’t really havin’ shit
I was callin’ home from police stations, no one answerin’
I wanted shoes and mom was broke so I ain’t even ask her then
I was way too young to hustle, told cuz’ let me bag it then

[Chorus]
I was in them trenches every night
I’m just tryn’ get my bread right
I’m just tryn’ get my bread right
But first I gotta get my head right
Gotta get my head right
I gotta get my head right
I’m just tryn’ get my bread right
But first I gotta get my head right
Gotta get my bread right
I’m just tryn’ get my head right

[Verse 2]
I’m just tryn’ clear my head
Takin’ meds, chasin’ bread
Got so many niggas dead
And then the feds, you know I got to send them bread
Everything on the outside, all in they head
Other niggas with they bitches, all in they bed
I just tell them think ’bout this, we still on this mission
Tell them rock if you gon’ rock but jus’ don’t block the vision
Just don’t plot against me, just don’t turn against me
I grew up learnin’, listenin’, had no problem playing my position
Even if that came with ridin’ bitches
Just so we make history on our adventures
Just so we have victories and not endeavors
Put my life on line before when I would never
Told myself if you gon’ live life, it’s now or never

[Chorus]
I was in them trenches every night
I’m just tryn’ get my bread right
I’m just tryn’ get my bread right
But first I gotta get my head right
Gotta get my head right
I gotta get my head right
I’m just tryn’ get my bread right
But first I gotta get my head right
Gotta get my bread right
I’m just tryn’ get my head right

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Playboi Carti – New Choppa (feat. A$AP Rocky)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
New choppa, new choppa it came with the beam
Actavis pouring up lean
Got Flacko, yeah Rocky, he pass me the beam
I shoot like a king
All of these knots on my jeans, Alexander of McQueen
Diamonds they lookin’ like ice, out with the hoe like I’m Ike
Stack up my cash like a hike, take advantage of the Sprite
Take the bando bring the height
We just go hard in the kitchen
Had a catch up with my bitches, they know that young nigga be living

[Hook: Playboi Carti + A$AP Rocky]
Run it up, run it up, run it up
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa
Run it up, run it up, run it up
I ain’t hearing what you say, I ain’t listening what you say
Get the fuck up out the way, go on let a playa play
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
I roll up an L in the lobby, my partner’s got wops and it’s probably a Glock or a Tommy
From H to the E double hockey sticks, keep a chopper chop you if you try me bitch
Let’s see who next on my homi’ list, Carti like Rocky you bodied this
That’s my prerogative, shit on them that’s on my potty list
Accused of being boujee by a snobby bitch
Cops want to ID us, hope they as fast as my Adidas
She say I’m special that’s obvious
Rich ’cause my ideas
Run up the racks for most part I rap when they ask what my hobby is
Run it up, not one of them
Rich as fuck, I’m a hundred up
Swipe, swipe like I’m on a bus, it’s A$AP and I ain’t wanna rush

[Hook: Playboi Carti + A$AP Rocky]
Run it up, run it up, run it up
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa
Run it up, run it up, run it up
I ain’t hearing what you say, I ain’t listening what you say
Get the fuck up out the way, go on let a playa play
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa

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New choppa – Playboi Carti feat. Asap Rocky lyrics

Lyrics Playboi Carti – New Choppa

New choppa, new choppa it came with the beam
Actavist pouring up lean
Got Flacko, yeah Rocky, he pass me the bean
I shoot like a king versuri-lyrics.info
All of these knots on my jeans, Alexander of McQueen
Diamonds they lookin’ like ice, I whip the hoe like I’m Ike
Stack up my cash I got height, take advantage of the Sprite
Take the bando bring the hype
We just go hard in the kitchen
Had a catch up with my b*tches
They know that young nigga be living.

Run it up, run it up, run it up
New chaaoppa, new chaaoppa, new choppa, new choppa
Run it up, run it up, run it up
I ain’t hearing what you say, I ain’t listening what you say
Get the f*ck up out the way, go on let a playa play
New chaaoppa, new choaappa, new chaaoppa, new choaappa.

I roll up an L in the lobby
My partner’s got wops and it’s probably a Glock or a Tommy
From H to the E double hockey sticks
Keep a chopper chop you if you try me b*tch
Let’s see who next on my homi’ list
Carti like, “Rocky you bodied this”, that’s my prerogative
S**t on them, that’s on my potty list
Accused of being boujee by a snobby b*tch
Cops want to ID us, hope they as fast as my Adidas
She say I’m special, that’s obvious
Rich ’cause my ideas run up the racks, for the most part
“I rap,” when they ask what my hobby is
Run it up, not one of them
Rich as f*ck, I’m a hundred up
Swipe, swipe, like I’m on a bus
It’s A$AP and I ain’t wanna rush.

Run it up, run it up, run it up
New choppaaa, new choppa, new choppaaa, new choppaaa
Run it up, run it up, run it up
I ain’t hearing what you say, I ain’t listening what you say
Get the f*ck up out the way, go on let a playa play
New choppa, new choppaaa, new choppaaa, new choppaaa.
Playboi Carti lyrics
Video choppa

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Thomas Rhett – Sixteen (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1]
Take a left here boy, take it slow
Don’t get distracted by that radio
I just rolled my eyes and I said, "Daddy, I know"
I’m fifteen, I ain’t green like some ol’ ten year old

[Chorus]
What I wouldn’t give to be sixteen, wild and free
Cruisin’ up and down main in my F-150
Roll the windows down, bass too loud From this burnt CD
I’ll be right where I wanna be when I’m sixteen
Sixteen, yeah

[Verse 2]
Now that I can drive, finally feel alive, but I got this curfew
Sneakin’ in late, smelling like my girlfriend’s perfume
People talk about college and knowledge and that’s alright
But all I’m thinkin’ ’bout is an unsupervised Saturday night

[Chorus 2]
What I wouldn’t give to be eighteen, wild and free
Buzzin’ off a can of the grizzly wintergreen
Lookin’ old enough to pull off this fake ID
I’ll be right where I wanna be
When I’m eighteen
Eighteen, yeah

[Bridge]
I’m old enough to smoke
I’m old enough to vote
But they turn me away when I go to the Cotton Eyed Joe
They say the grass is always greener
And I believe that’s right
But my friends are off to Vegas, they’re leavin’ me behind

[Chorus 3]
What I wouldn’t give to be twenty one, wild and free
Open up a cold one and drink it legally
Chase a bunch of girls, go see the world
Let my wild streak run
I’ll be right where I wanna be
When I’m twenty one, twenty one
(woah, when I’m twenty one)
(yeah, when I’m twenty one, it’ll be alright
(yeah, it’ll be alright, when I’m twenty one)

[Outro]
Now I’m twenty five and I’m drinking wine with my wife at home
Got a couple of dogs and a couple of songs on the radio
And we sit around and we laugh about how we used to be
When all we cared about was turning sixteen

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CHANCE THE RAPPER – Big B’s lyrics

Big business
Like the opp say big business, you know what I’m saying, fucks
Yeah, now watch me

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Handful of hunnids, real big Bentley
Hublot, nigga get some business
Whole lotta hoes, nigga get your women, heh
Stuff ‘er with the pole, come and get your women nigga
Big business, talk shit Wendy Williams, ooh
Catch ’em at the club sipping, fuck around they missing, hold on
Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission complete
Pimp C, I ain’t doing that, I’ma fuck her on the sheets, yeah
And all my niggas loyal like Bun B, hold on
Fuck you thought? YSL till we d-i-e, hold on, hold on
Fuck around and set the bitch off like Queen Latifah
Hold on, hold on, yeah, going all out ’bout my dog like Scooby-ee
And a nigga trap door swinging like Bizzy B, woah
Outdated temporary tag on a Bentley B (Bentley B)
Two tone wire bag, double R, park it on the streets, yeah, hold on
Two tone wire bag, big tires tear up the streets, rwar
Looking at your kid, I might be the papi (sheesh)
65 pointers in the Cuban sheesh (damn, woah, sheesh)
Diamonds on the backside tearing up my skin, sheesh
Uh, your old man tryna do it like me, sheesh

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please, please
Bitch I know who I am, uh

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]
I got money on my card
Put some money on they books, that’s a yard
I declare war on the beast for my God, sheesh
Gross 3 mil off the new hat
If I could go back, I make the two cap
Love me in my city like Cusack
Get a little beat and I’ll loop that
Get a little money, I’ll oop that
Split it with my niggas in the group chat
Left for a minute then I flew back
Had to ask Bruce “where the truth at?”
Had to ask Rahm “where the truth at?”
Now I can’t ride with the roof back
Tell ’em I don’t play around with other people’s kids
Got an office in the steakhouse
Gotta bid for the ribs
Got a meeting at the Ritz
Gave a trip to my rib
‘Cause she leaving where I live but I see her in a min
Got a Michael prayer card for the good luck, ay
Bra push up when I pull up, ay
Got a little money from the tour, yeah
Spend it all on baby pull ups, ay
Big old Bentley, bitch I mix the Henny with the Simply
Lemonade exterior, Lorenzos under Bentleys
Put you in the friend zone if you start acting too friendly
Bought a baby Benzo and some Kenzo just for Kensli
Wake up real early but I eat late
Go and hit the streets with that brief case
Time to shake down another cheap skate
You could tell he’s lying, cheesecake

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Make a nigga bitch tap out
Then put you in the fours with a real big body
Bitch said nigga need to stop got 100 racks on me
Can’t fit in my pocket
I’m a street nigga, I’ma eat me some soup, I’ma let my bitch eat pasta
Told y’all niggas ain’t stopping
Black card in my wallet, I’ma feed my partner
I was at one of my shows feeling like Cam’ron with the pink Margielas
We was tryna beat a murder capital, riding around the town with the pink Beretta
When I got in touch with the money, me and shawty fucked around and filled my schedule
Momma just sent me a picture got Indian in my family through my God damn nana
Young nigga fucked ’round, dropped out school, learned it all through the ID channel
Young nigga fucked around and ran out of bullets in the .40, got to get a banana
These young niggas go brazy, done got that money, they still might pop
So many blue faces on me right now, young nigga still gamble
35 racks for the factories, I steal mammals
I ain’t no rapper nigga, I teach ya
I’m a big dog, no pedigree, I eat racks
Boomerang your bitch sweet, she coming back

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please, please
Bitch I know who I am, uh

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Playboi Carti – New Choppa (feat. A$AP Rocky)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
New choppa, new choppa it came with the beam
Actavis pouring up lean
Got Flacko, yeah Rocky, he pass me the beam
I shoot like a king
All of these knots on my jeans, Alexander of McQueen
Diamonds they lookin’ like ice, out with the hoe like I’m Ike
Stack up my cash like a hike, take advantage of the Sprite
Take the bando bring the height
We just go hard in the kitchen
Had a catch up with my bitches, they know that young nigga be living

[Hook: Playboi Carti + A$AP Rocky]
Run it up, run it up, run it up
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa
Run it up, run it up, run it up
I ain’t hearing what you say, I ain’t listening what you say
Get the fuck up out the way, go on let a playa play
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
I roll up an L in the lobby, my partner’s got wops and it’s probably a Glock or a Tommy
From H to the E double hockey sticks, keep a chopper chop you if you try me bitch
Let’s see who next on my homi’ list, Carti like Rocky you bodied this
That’s my prerogative, shit on them that’s on my potty list
Accused of being boujee by a snobby bitch
Cops want to ID us, hope they as fast as my Adidas
She say I’m special that’s obvious
Rich ’cause my ideas
Run up the racks for most part I rap when they ask what my hobby is
Run it up, not one of them
Rich as fuck, I’m a hundred up
Swipe, swipe like I’m on a bus, it’s A$AP and I ain’t wanna rush

[Hook: Playboi Carti + A$AP Rocky]
Run it up, run it up, run it up
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa
Run it up, run it up, run it up
I ain’t hearing what you say, I ain’t listening what you say
Get the fuck up out the way, go on let a playa play
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa