Richard Darbois – Prince Ali Lyrics

Faites place, au Prince Ali!
Quelle grâce, le Prince Ali!
Bande de veinards
Dégagez le bazar
Et vous allez voir
C’ que vous allez voir
Venez applaudir, acclamer la Superstar!
Fêtez ce grand jour
Clochettes et tambours
Venez adorer l’idole!
Prince Ali, Sa Seigneurie
Ali Ababoua
A genoux, prosternez-vous
Soyez ravis!
Pas de panique, on se calme!
Criez vive Ali, Salam!
Venez voir le plus beau spectacle d’Arabie
Prince Ali, plus fort que lui
Je n’en connais pas
Il vous porte d’Abu Dhabi
A bout de bras
Il a vaincu une armée
Tout seul avec son épée!
La terreur des ennemis, c’est Prince Ali!
Il a cent trois chameaux et chamelles…
Sont-ils pas mignons, Simone?
Des caravanes de paons, dix par van…
Tout à fait Thierry, j’adore leur pull!
Des gorilles qu’ils protègent de leurs ailes
Ce zoo est un souk
Corne de bouc!
C’est une super ménagerie!
Prince Ali, oui c’est bien lui
Ali Ababoua!
Quel physique, c’est magnifique
Il est charmant
Il y a du monde au balcon
Moi, j’ai du poil au menton
Et tout le monde s’évanouit pour Prince Ali
Venez voir ses deux cents singes persans
C’est payant, et pourtant, c’est gratuit
Serviteurs et esclaves travaillent pour lui
Fiers de le servir, c’est le plus grand
On lui obéit, et chacun donnerait sa vie
Pour Ali … Vive Ali!
Prince Ali, oui c’est bien lui
Ali Ababoua, est ici, pour votre fille
Si jolie
Voilà pourquoi, en cortège
Cet amoureux vous assiège
Avec trente éléphants qui jouent les acrobates
Des ours et puis des lions, au son du clairon
Ses quarante fakirs, sa batterie de chefs
Ses oiseaux qui crient
Faites place, au Prince Ali!

Kanye West – New Bødy Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Oh my God, Ronny!

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Kanye West]
Can’t  wait to see your new body
Don’t  be actin’ like you don’t know nobody
No body count on your new body
I’ll be the first one to hit your new body
Oh,  whoa

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
New  ass, new tits, new bitch, who this?
Who else you know this bad, with two kids?
Nobody,  ever, ever gave you shit
Nobody flew to Columbia like you did
Tryin’ the new ass out with the new drip
Only thing to ask, who first to hit?
‘Cause  far as you concerned, you is a new bitch
Them all, fuck them all, them niggas, they too rich
Old dick don’t count, if these titties don’t bounce
Ex niggas say they hit, tryna run up your account
Big dump on it now… Summer they were down
But they better act like they know who the fuck you now
This a new bitch
Gotta party table at the Ruth Chris
All bad bitches take a group pick
Had to step back ’cause she too thick
You used to twerk to every-every song
Saved up to buy an ass of your very-very own
FaceTime, body look like Dom Pérignon
Don’t pay me no attention, go on, carry on

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Kanye West]
Can’t wait to see your new body
Don’t be actin’ like you don’t know nobody
No body count on your new body
I’ll be the first one to hit your new body
Oh, whoa

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
You ain’t fuck me, you fucked the old body
You ain’t fuck Nicki, you fucked Nicole body
Ain’t no miles on this here new body
Off with they heads, these bitches is nobodies
Got-Got me a new body, now I need some new dick
Don’t let the woood, tryna stick me like a toothpick
Got me a new body, now I need some new dick
I bust shots, don’t duck, unless the shoe fit
Cookie game make me the G.O.A.T
Cookie game come with the throat
Puff puff pass, no you do not want the smoke
Bi-bi-bitches be sleepin’ on me, but be claimin’ they woke
Fuck up a check on my body
Then let him lick on my body, out in Abu Dhabi
You see me shinin’, you pissed
I-I-I think my haters just really be wantin’ a kiss
They know I’ll body you, sis (body, body)
Old nigga hit me and I say, “new body, who this?”
(Old nigga hit me and I say, “new body, who this?”)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Kanye West]
Can’t wait to see your new body
Don’t be actin’ like you don’t know nobody
No body count on your new body
I’ll be the first one to hit your new body
Oh, whoa

[Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]
New body, you been workin’ hard
I’ve been on your IG page, lurkin’ hard
New boobie job, now they perfect
Six weeks off, it was worth it
Baby got that nip tuck, let me titty fuck
Hit her from the back, get my dick sucked
Put me on the scoreboard, make a new one
He said he hit before, not since you got your boobs done
You working on your abs, huh, you got your ass done
You better show it off, you better work it
Why they body shamin’, baby? I commend it
Doctor Ghavami, I recommend it

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Kanye West]
Can’t wait to see your new body
Don’t be actin’ like you don’t know nobody
No body count on your new body
I’ll be the first one to hit your new body
Oh, woah

Hozier – Nobody Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You know it is twelve o’clock in Soho, baby
It’s gin o’clock where I wake up, I don’t know
And I think about you, lo, everywhere I go
And I’ve done everythin’ and I’ve been everywhere, you know

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve been fed gold by sweet fools in Abu Dhabi
And I’ve danced real slow with Rockettes on Dodge and Molly

[Chorus]
But I’ve had no love like your love, ooh, I’m nobody
I’d be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint
I wouldn’t fall for someone I thought couldn’t misbehave
But I want you to know that I’ve had no love like your love

[Verse 2]
Honey, when you warm the bed on Wednesday
It’s suicide Tuesday back in LA
If I had the choice between here and Illinois
Excitement of a thousand dollars turnin’ up your voice

[Pre-Chorus]
At first chance, I’d take the bed warmed by the body, woo
I once warmed my hands over a burnin’ Maserati, woo

[Chorus]
Still I’ve had no love like your love from nobody
I’d be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint
I wouldn’t fall for someone I thought couldn’t misbehave
But I want you to know that I’ve had no love like your love
And on the other side, why should we deny the truth?
We could have less to worry about, honey, I won’t lie to you
But everything I do, I’ve had no love like your love

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Permanent Scar Lyrics

[Intro]
Whoa Kenny

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Got to the top of the mountain like a lion
I’m tryna see what the business
Came from the block and right now it’s that time
I made it out of the trenches
Never look back, I ain’t pressing rewind
Thank God for the way that I’m living
I never slipped off my pivot
And I can tell you how I did it

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars
I left the game with permanent scars

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Money calling everybody ’round me, way in Abu Dhabi eating fisheyes
Taking dimes at a seven store hotel, at the top the penthouse
Wine and dine on a big roof, we got monkey like a chimpanzee
The dogs with me, yeah Kenzu
I was fuckin’ gettin’ sucked up by a three nothin’ that’s been two
They was all tease, now they wouldn’t do
For me, know the whole crew
‘Cause they know we all players, no suits
YSL the slime, we not Saint Laurent
They don’t respect your mind when you born blood
Rented a Benzo, with a Maybach on the pillows
I put Balenciaga on my boxers, hands on the trigger

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars

[Verse 2: Quando Rondo]
Got a gangster bitch and she so uncut
That she don’t even speak English
Talkin’ ’bout money, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’
We don’t speak the same language
My bank account got a large amount, two bad bitches in the Bentley truck
We don’t do no cappin’, my whole team havin’
I done figured out that’s why they envy us
I’m in a Sprinter van, you on a city bus
And when we talk threes, yeah, we glizzied up
No matter where I’m at, I’m throwing sixties up
We can’t do you track ’cause we ain’t real enough
All in first class, we finna live it up
On the way to the bag, I ain’t givin’ up
For a couple racks you gon’ give it up, yeah, hey
Hi-Tech with the Wockhardt, livin’ life like a rockstar

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars

[Verse 3: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Pray for Reeboks and Versace
I upgraded from my Rosches
You set the bar and I top it
They can’t knock it, they know we the hottest
I collected way too many bodies
I think Thug gave me too many thousands
I pull up in that Benz with the highlands
I get lost in my house, you can’t find me
I’ma fuck her so good, now she can’t find no other
I done mastered this shit, I come straight from the gutter
I done mastered this shit so I’m used to shit
For a verse I got ten, gave it straight to my brother
Did a verse for a ten, gave it straight to my brother, yeah
I’ma say it like that, know you heard me, yeah

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars(permanent scars, permanent scars, permanent scars)

Nicki Minaj – Miami lyrics

[Intro: Kodak Black]
I ain’t really finna tell y’all how to get away with murder and shit

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
I flew in from Trinidad, peep this nigga pressin’
I think that he popped a molly ’cause look how he sweatin’
I’ma let my niggas rob him as soon as it set in
None of you bum bitches can sit with me and Gretchen
It’s the biggest, a bitch ain’t cough one time
It’s the sickest, I don’t ever clique up
But they know who the clique is
Fast little bitches, but of course I’m the quickest
Mortal Kombat, ninja Nicki, who ya pick is?

[Interlude: Patty Duke]
Ayo, queen, got the customers out here man
They lovin’ this shit, man, they lovin’ this shit, man
Where you at man, where you at man?
We need you here, man, I know you in Miami

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties, that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, you could take all of my bitches out to Abu Dhabi
Let one of my besties confiscate your Maserati
You should throw a party on the yacht for everybody
If we fuck your shit up, OMG, I’m very sorry
You could call me Barbie, ’cause I look just like a dolly
Yes, I bury them when they come for me, call me Halle
Since I finished her, my niggas call me the finale
I’m a busy bitch, I’m filthy rich, no time to polly
Ayo, swerve to the palace, this the queen like a [?]
Put 15 million dollars, on it, ask LL, I’m doin’ it
Don’t get cute and ruin it, all my skill, I hone it
I pity opponents, it look easy don’t it
(It look easy don’t it, it look easy don’t it)

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

[Outro: Patty Duke]
Yo, Nick, what’s good? This ya boy Patty Duke
Man, you already know we got shit movin’ out here, man
That these bitches ain’t fuckin’ wit’ you
They ain’t fuckin’ wit’ the team, man, all of ’em, man
‘Cause niggas know that bag heavy, boy, that bag heavy
Niggas get the fuckin’ drop round here
Queens get the money, man
Never fakin’ it, always makin’ it, yerrr
Iconic shit, man

Zaytoven – Go Get The Money lyrics

(feat. Rick Ross, Yo Gotti, Pusha T & T.I.)

[Intro: Yo Gotti & Rick Ross]
That boy Zay on the beat
Maybach Music
Zaytoven
Aye, I’m talkin’ everything Versace
This shit like Versace dream, you know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?
(Aye, bruh, bring me one of them things that they put of they head and shit)
These four got Versace soul (I want the gown and all that shit)
Muthafuckin’ tea cup, silverware (I’m rockin’ them Js though)
I feel rich in this muthafucka’, aye

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I just got back from Dubai (bai)
I’m on these Xans so high (high)
I’m in first class with two-fifty (two-fifty)
I’m in first class Meek Mill (yeah)
Fuck JFK airport, lost my grip over Customs (Customs)
Say he had the one in Georgia (what?), he been sippin’ on that oil (aye)
I been out in Abu Dhabi, this shit got me spoiled (spoiled)
They be dressed up head to toe, all they bitches loyal
Wraith, Maybach (skrrt, skrrt), Drophead (skrrt), all that (skrrt, skrrt)
Versace, palace, I hope your hoe don’t post that
I may post a million cash Thursday, that’s a throw back
No more fun, that bitch boring, I may give your hoe back
This a Zay track and I talk nothin’ but yay on it
This that good music, fuck around and put ‘Ye on it
This a rock track, I fuck around and put Jay on it
Dope boy, I rock designer with my Js on
I’m always rockin’ Loubs so I’m always on the red carpet
I don’t watch the news, all this gossip none of my dogs started
Get money for a hobby, my living room a lobby
And all my niggas shooters, so honestly I don’t know who shot him
You snitchin’ and you rottin’, I see these little rappers teamin’ up
I think they plottin’, (brrr) got him

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Maybach Music
Go get the money machine, Zay, go get the money machine, Zay
Go get the money machine, Zay, plug in the money machine, Zay
Plug in the money money machine, yay, I need the money machine, yay
We need the money machine, yay, go get the money machine, huh
Go get the money machine, huh, go get the money machine, huh
Plug in the money machine, huh, I need the money machine, Zay
We need the money money machine, Zay, we need the money machine, Zay
We need the money machine, Zay, go get the money machine, Zay

[Verse 2: T.I.]
How much you think they would pay for your life?
In the trap with the weed and the yay and the dice
Do it big for my niggas doin’ bids in the struggle
Free Kaep, Meek, middle finger to them suckas
We don’t hear them motherfuckas, we get rid of motherfuckas
I’m a big dog, bark, you a little motherfucka
I get your bitch get dicked down right after she get ate like knife in her
Have her screamin’ THUG LIFE in her
Her face look better with my pipe in it
On Percocets and Vicodin, good weed and mushrooms
You see the drink is all in the kitchen and the white girls in and outta dressing room
I finna fuck that shit, is you in or not?
There’s a bag full of money, we’ll be in or not
From what I heard you asked me if I wanna get shot
Shoot somebody else do a bid or not

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
AMG the fo, carbon fiber, niggas peelin’ out
Push button, roof is changin’ colors, fuck the ceilin’ now
Cookin’ powder in a crockpot ‘til it’s spillin’ out
Million dollar marchin’ dope boys, bring my children out
Feel ‘em out, you the plug, spit ‘em out
You the hub, send ‘em out, Palm Island
Rent a house, fly her in, rent her mouth
Center stage, spendin’ now, send her back
Sweat it out, with a bag, breaded out, yeah!
I would rather sell dope forever niggas (ever niggas)
Take my chances instead of rappin’ with you peasant niggas (peasant niggas)
Underwater bring it back like it’s a treasure nigga (treasure nigga)
King Push and Zaytoven, it’s whatever niggas

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Go get the money machine, Zay, go get the money machine, Zay
Go get the money machine, Zay, plug in the money machine, Zay
Plug in the money money machine, yay, I need the money machine, yay
We need the money machine, yay, go get the money machine, huh
Go get the money machine, huh, go get the money machine, huh
Plug in the money machine, huh, I need the money machine, Zay
We need the money money machine, zay, we need the money machine, Zay
We need the money machine, Zay, go get the money machine, Zay

Tory Lanez – Benevolent lyrics

Part 1

[Intro]
Hey, you’re watching One Umbrella TV
Lil fuckers, fuckers tryna fuck with me earlier
Pull up, pull up
Oh fuck
Yo come here cuzzy, wah gwaan?
Fuck

[Verse]
Look, first off he was tellin’ pussy niggas, story up
I was trappin’ out in Brampton, whole high school year, courted up
Man, H-Town in the Bando’s all boarded up, still know it’s us
Had a Benz coupe at 17, now it’s Rolls Royce when I’m rollin’ up
I hit the beach for a brief day, South Beach on a leaf case
Cash all in it and a nigga bring that shit to each state
Talkin’ Miami to the peach state, ah
Diddy to them bitches, sent them out for cheesecake, ah
In a mission when I sent them niggas on a death wish for a piece day
Got a Rollie, Audemars Piguet, nigga, pete sakes
Now it’s Richard Milles on the wrist, that’s ’round half-a-mill for a clean face, ah
Brick walls in a log house ’cause they put a nigga in a dog house
Some soul with it, I be still in it, if I logged out, man
Last night brought twin bitches to the twin tellies off of twin celly
Had him lookin’ like straight Meek Nelly in the strip deli
I still feel I seen it all, so shit niggas tell me ain’t shit to tell me
I be in it for a long time, niggas still pass, homie, ain’t shit could feel me, ah
Uh, Pablo, my chick Tata, nice breasts with the high thighs
Like KFC, only thing missin’ was the hot fries
And the cold Coke, mink warm but it’s the cold coat
Brown skin on a black woman, only time I’m fuckin’ with the cocos
Lil mama get stupider, say she want all of me, that’s a kowal me, what I’ma do with her?
My baby ma’s so fuckin’ lit, man, I wish there was two of her
I just put it in a new BMW ’cause the Lamborghini that I just copped not for the two of us
Don’t get it twisted, if she come on tour then I gotta cop ma her own tour bus
Back and forth on the road so much, I don’t get to go home much
Ah, ah, lot of shit glowed up, wrist lit, shit froze up
And we just gettin’ to the, ah

Part 2

[Intro]
So incredible, baby
This that type shit you just, you drop the wig on the donk
Look in the skies, say, “God’s great”
Uh

[Verse]
Fell asleep in first class and woke in Dubai
Club whites, sparklers, lookin’ like Fourth of July
Instagram story clickin’, tryna save the moment
Sexy woman sell the pussy but we ain’t condone it
I woke up in the hospital at 2PM
Abu Dhabi club party, try do me in
Paramedic talkin’, tell me in the ambulance
I could barely hear this nigga, just the ambiance
Plain face Richard Mille on my wrist
Last year I didn’t even know that shit exists
Ed Sheeran, put me on every watch, then I roll around
4 years ago, we were talkin’ Pateks, it’s over now
Shout out my nigga Ed, deserve the greatest due
Look at the Rollie like I’m in love with the shape of you
Brown face Presidential, Obama, top floor of the Trump, like I got no honour
I never said it though I kinda said it
I’m cruisin’ through New York in a 911
Used to fuck Julie ’round 9:11
Fly nigga in the buildin’ like 9/11
35 up at Gucci, nigga, Charlamagne say you stupid, nigga
Say I look a L, I never miss a win, big bank, next day, did that shit again
Uh, screamin’, “God’s great”, made another mill, sayin’, “God’s grace”
The donk lookin’ like a drop Wraith
Copped the car cash, nigga, for the cop face
Uh, legit, baby, we always wanted to be it, baby
Shit, well this is it, baby, uh, Fargo, this is it, baby

NATASA MAZA – Abu Dhabi

Abu Dhabi, Abu Dhabi
privatna oaza bela kamila
Abu Dhabi, Abu Dhabi
zlatni krevet sa baldahinima

Ja bih htela s’ tobom samo
na safari, na safari
jos me vise pali
tvoj zlatni ferari
tvoj zlatni ferari

Abu Dhabi, Abu Dhabi
ti me pitas sta bi, sta bi, sta bi
Abu Dhabi, Abu Dhabi
snaznim rukama ti mene zgrabi

Ole ole ole ole ola
ti tacno znas sta bih volela
Ole ole ole ole ola
u tvome blagu bih se kupala

Abu Dabi Abu Dabi
unikat haljina od dijamanata
Abu Dabi Abu Dabi
privatni avion pred tvojim vratima

Ja bih htela s’ tobom samo
na safari, na safari
jos me vise pali
tvoj zlatni ferari
tvoj zlatni ferari

Abu Dhabi, Abu Dhabi
ti me pitas sta bi, sta bi, sta bi
Abu Dhabi, Abu Dhabi
snaznim rukama ti mene zgrabi

Ole ole ole ole ola
ti tacno znas sta bih volela
Ole ole ole ole ola
u tvome blagu bih se kupala

Abu Dhabi, Abu Dhabi
Abu Dhabi, Abu Dhabi
Abu Dhabi, Abu Dhabi
Abu Dhabi, Abu Dhabi

Abu Dhabi, Abu Dhabi
Abu Dhabi, Abu Dhabi
Abu Dhabi, Abu Dhabi
Abu Dhabi, Abu Dhabi

Abu Dhabi, Abu Dhabi
ti me pitas sta bi, sta bi, sta bi
Abu Dhabi, Abu Dhabi
snaznim rukama ti mene zgrabi

Ole ole ole ole ola
ti tacno znas sta bih volela
Ole ole ole ole ola
u tvome blagu bih se kupala

FUTURE – Mink Flow lyrics

[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
One penthouse, two Benz
This for shorty and her girlfriend, yeah
I feel like I’m Hercules, oh
You gone get paid if you work for me, oh

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
About to feed my dogs, need pedigree, oh
Ain’t letting no money get away from me, ohh
TSA ain’t ready for me
These bitches wish they was bartenders, just to get next to me
The latest coupe, way too fast, you can’t get next to me
And I want the smoke, for real
These 40’s, I tote, for real
.45, no colt
Nigga getting left afloat
Nah, we ain’t writing no note
Never, nah
I ain’t gotta ride to the store no more
I’ma let the Maybach go
The pent got a pole in it
The marvelous Raf Simmons
Four levels in it
I ain’t even know you was in it

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You can make love in the morning
That Mink flow, I’m warm
Got milly in the safe, come
Nigga get turned upside down
I was rich way before the gang
I was slime way before the name
Kill sh*t like today
And that’s all I gotta say
Ain’t leading you wrong

[Verse 2: Future]
Runnin’ the cars
Stealin’ bombs
Hope you blow up
All this ice on my neck will make you throw up (yeah)
Flew some bitch from Abu Dhabi, ready to go up (yeah)
Soon as we give it to the streets, the price go up
Up, up out of here, gone to Mercury
All Chanel stores around the globe heard of me
Might as well give it ’em now and catch the first degree
Steven Spielberg sh*t with the currency
Rock them dog collar chains, P. Diddy (P. Diddy)
I can’t let her go nowhere, she too pretty, truthfully
She gone have a bad day, she ever think about crossing me
I done paid all the lawyers, but they can’t talk for me
When it come to closing deals, I finger f*ck currency
Pop a half a pill and chill, all my ice is currently (all my ice is currently)
Plain jane, Richard Mille, I had to let my wrist breathe (breathe)
Almost got frostbit when I rocked my AP
Give this bitch a minute to breathe
Looks can be deceiving, yeh
Looks can deceiving
We going through like speeding
I f*cked this bad European (foreign)
She took the phone, I think she scheming
Ain’t been to sleep been stopped dreaming
If it ain’t stress, you must be grieving
Looks can be deceiving

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You can make love in the morning
That Mink flow, I’m warm
Got milly in the safe, come
Nigga get turned upside down
I was rich way before the gang
I was slime way before the name
Kill sh*t like today
And that’s all I gotta say
Ain’t leading you wrong

Travis Scott – MIA (Demo) Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, ill America baby
Scott, La Flame
Ill America baby

[Verse 1]
Lifted, I’m feelin’ so gifted, trippin’, I’m constantly fallin’
Channel view of the whole villa, plottin’ while burnin’ a Marley
Damn these rare thoughts is so endless, bougie bitch whippin’ the ‘Rari
Out in the jungles, make it rumble, she get wet like safari
Bitches don’t know, I teach ’em the ropes, Scottie the Pope
Now only Giuseppe, Celine, and Bottega
Proenza, the Schouler is all that she know
Might let the drop top, and she’s Lamb’ fam
Whippin’ trans am, keep it low
She pulled out the hard white on the highway
For the line, listen, pimpin’
Your bitch just might physic my disick, disick all business
Might blizzard, roll up, crib look like the tele
Left jelly all over her biscuit
Last spring I lost 10K in teeth
I copped it but now I don’t miss it
Whoever found it, teeth probably glistenin’
In fact that nigga prolly missin’

[Hook]
These choppers and these planes
They all doin’ the same, they take me overseas
M-I-A-I-M-I-A
M-I-A-I-M-I-M-I-A-I-M-I-A
M-I-A-MI-M-I-M-I-A-MI
These choppers and these planes
They all doin’ the same, they take me overseas
M-I-A-I-M-I-A
M-I-A-MI-M-I-M-I-A-I-M-I-A
M-I-A-MI-M-I-M-I-A-I-I

[Verse 2]
Speedin’, and damn I’m leanin’ on a Kawasaki
In the lobby, then we ‘dro codeinin’, out in Abu Dhabi
Chain beamin’, man, I hope you ain’t anemic
Cause you might feel drowsy
Out in Sweden, it’s just me and four women
And we all playin’ hockey
Blowed, Scott La Flame, pimp with no cane
Rockin’ a robe in your hood with no pass
Fuck up the flow, nothin’ but fam cause niggas be hoes
You can have that, pass that, light it up and then blow
Imagery abstract, it’s like NASDAQ
When I stock it up and then go
Packed it up and moved to Goldman Sachs
My nigga Yeezy done taught me that
Young niggas in the Soho house
Spillin’ booze where the Barbie at
Damn homie, this a movie nigga
Take a picture of somethin’, where your Kodak at?
If Scottie ain’t totin’ or swimmin’ in women
He writin’, producin’ and scorin’ and filmin’

[Hook]
These choppers and these planes
They all doin’ the same, they take me overseas
M-I-A-I-M-I-A
M-I-A-I-M-I-M-I-A-I-M-I-A
M-I-A-MI-M-I-M-I-A-MI
These choppers and these planes
They all doin’ the same, they take me overseas
M-I-A-I-M-I-A
M-I-A-MI-M-I-M-I-A-I-M-I-A
M-I-A-MI-M-I-M-I-A-I-I

DJ Khaled – Hold You Down lyrics

[Intro: Chris Brown]
I’ll hold you down
I’m on my way

[Verse 1: Jeremih & (August Alsina)]
All you’ve been thinking about
Do anything you want and let emotion rule your mind
And now you say you dream about doing it anyway
Oh yeah, just tell me where it’s on your mind (on your mind)
Sit in my whip and see the stars (and see the stars)
Show me just who you are (show me just who you are)
You know I really hold you down (hold you down)
And when you not around (when you not around)

[Hook: August Alsina & (Jeremih)]
I’ll hold you down
(I’m the one gon’ hold you down)
(I’m the one gon’ hold you down)
I’m on my way
(I’m the one be rolling up in that Bentley truck)
(Cause I’m old enough)
Want you here right now
(You the one that got all the needs)
(Give me all of you or all of me)
I’m on my way
(I’m the one that’s gon’ hold you down)
(I’m the one gon’ hold you down)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
I had some problems back home (so I heated up)
I ain’t with that bullshit at all (then I laid it down)
Maybe it’s that Virginia in me (nigga say something)
Have a young nigga go so hard
Through it all you stuck with me
Through it all you never ducked off like a coward when he hit me
Get me? Girl I swear to God you the real one and you know it
And I don’t hurt anyone of ya’ll for the real one and you know it
And I hold it down
Started from the bed, ended up the on the floor
And now let that ass up off the ground
I’mma put you on my shoulders, let me give you what’s in store
Girl, you deserve it, all the time you been servin’
Away from the realest nigga in it, I’mma take you away
And I hold you down, (I’mma hold you down) I’mma hold you down baby

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Future]
I’m the one gone hold you down
Put you in that Ghost so you enjoy the town
Even when the roads is down
You mesmerized by the flying sky
We gotta socialize and cherished times
This shit is deeper than love
I pull up in that Lamborghini, the doors in the sky
shit is straight up suicide
You in that new Bentley truck
New, new Bentley truck
Oh, oh, oh, ooh
We’ve been playing in that Versace
We go to Abu Dhabi for a hobby
Your body my new Bugatti

[Hook]

[Verse 4: August Alsina & (DJ Khaled)]
Live an expensive life and I’m just getting started
I get instant hype cause you forever my lady
Forever my baby (real life)
Hold you down, hold you down
Girl you helped me up when I was down
In and out, girl
Hold you down like I’m supposed to
Real nigga, I know you, real nigga, I know you

[Hook:]
Khaled teams up with hook and R&B legends to create a perfect summer song for the ladies.

Drake – Glow (feat. Kanye West) (More Life Album)

[Chorus: Kanye West]
Watch out for me, I’m bound to glow
You better watch out for me, I’m bound to glow

[Verse 1: Kanye West & Drake]
Your boy all glowed up
Every time we touch down, bet it go up
‘Member doin’ shows, ain’t nobody show up
Pour your heart out, ain’t nobody show love
They used to laugh when my whip was on the tow truck
‘Til me and bein’ broke finally broke up
Watch out for me, I’m about to glow
Time to shake the dice, time to change the li-i-ight
No more 9 to 5, autopilot dri-i-ive
Used to work the fries, now we supersi-i-ize
We go suit and tie, we gon’ touch the sky-y-y
We so certified, we so certifi-i-ied
Fuck you haters still, that’s an F-Y-I-I-I
They gon’ bang this here all summerti-i-ime
Watch out for me, I’m about to glow

[Interlude: Kanye West]
Yeah, yeah
Turn me way up, my voice is really low
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, okay

[Verse 2: Kanye West & Drake]
(Watch out) Watch out—why, nigga?
(The cops out) Cops out
It’s all love when I ride top down
Top down (I started out way down low)
Started from the bottom, now we here now
Watch out for me, I’m about to glow
We about to get the whole nine
The whole nine, we just landed on a gold mine
We the new Abu Dhabi, this is our time

[Verse 3: Drake]
Watch out for me, I’m about to glow
I just take the dreams I’ve been sold
And sell ’em for more, you already know
Watch out for me, I’m about to glow

[Verse 4: Kanye West]
Hope I deal with karma ‘fore my son do
‘Cause I be drivin’ round this bih with no sunroof
Man, the glow got me feelin’ like I’m gunproof

[Verse 5: Drake]
Watch out for me, I’m about to glow
I still have my guard up
Blame this thing I’m part of
Tryin’ to avoid more confrontation
I just gotta try harder
Takin’ the time to clear my mind
‘Cause soon as I’m able to let that go

[Chorus: Kanye West]
Watch out for me, I’m bound to glow

[Outro: Earth, Wind & Fire]
Through devotion
Blessed are the children
We love y’all too!
We believe if there’s anything y’all wanna do in life
You need devotion
Can I hear right on? (screams)
Through devotion
Blessed are the children
We live for it
Clap your hands and see me
Come on, y’all
I said it’s alright
Clap your hands and see me
Come on, y’all

Drake – Glow lyrics

Watch out for me, I’m bound to glow…
You better watch out for me, I’m bound to glow

Your boy all glowed up
Every time we touch down, bet it go up
‘Member doin’ shows, ain’t nobody show up
Pour your heart out, ain’t nobody show love
They used to laugh when my whip was on the tow truck
‘Til me and bein’ broke finally broke up

Watch out for me, I’m about to glow

Time to shake the dice, time to change the li-i-ight
No more 9 to 5, autopilot dri-i-ive
Used to work the fries, now we supersi-i-ize
We go suit and tie, we gon’ touch the sky-y-y
We so certified, we so certifi-i-ied
Fuck you haters still, that’s an F-Y-I-I-I
They gon’ bang this here all summerti-i-ime

Watch out for me, I’m about to glow

Yeah, yeah
Turn me way up, my voice is really low
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, okay

Watch out
Watch out, why nigga?
The cops out, cops out
It’s all love when I ride top down
Top down
I started out way down low
Started from the bottom, now we here now

Watch out for me, I’m about to glow

We about to get the whole nine
The whole nine, we just landed on a gold mine
We the new Abu Dhabi, this is our time

[Chorus: Drake]
Watch out for me, I’m about to glow

I just take the dreams I’ve been sold
And sell ’em for more
You already know

Watch out for me, I’m about to glow

Hope I deal with karma ‘fore my son do
‘Cause I be drivin’ round this bih with no sunroof
Man the glow got me feelin’ like I’m gunproof

Watch out for me, I’m about to glow

I still have my guard up
Blame this thing I’m part of
Trying to avoid more confrontation
I just gotta try harder
Taking the time to clear my mind ’cause
Soon as I’m able to let that go

Watch out for me, I’m bound to glow

Through devotion
Blessed are the children
We love y’all too!
We believe if there’s anything y’all wanna do in life
You need devotion
Can I hear right on?
Screams
Through devotion
Blessed are the children
We live for it
Clap your hands and see me
Come on y’all
I said it’s alright
Clap your hands and see me
Come on y’all…!

Future – Codeine Crazy lyrics

[Intro]
Codeine crazy, yeah
Pour that bubbly, pour that bubbly
Pour that bubbly, pour that bubbly
Pour that bubbly, we done went through too much
You hear me?

[Bridge]
Pour that bubbly, drink that muddy, drink that muddy
When we’re cuddling, yeah I’m covered in
I was dug in it, I was just loving it
That’s for them other niggas, that’s for them other bitches
They ain’t for you dog, that’s for them other niggas
That ain’t for you shorty, that’s for that other bitch
I’m going crazy bout it, I’m going codeine crazy
That’s how I’m living it, I’m feeling lovely

[Verse 1]
I’m drinking bubbly, I’m drinking bubbly
Take all my problems and drink out the bottle and fuck on a model, yeah
Audemar, this not a carnival, this is a Royal Oak Cartier
Dom Perignon I get down with the brown,
I get chauffeured around
I pour up with my rounds, I pour up out of town
I corrupt your town with them guns and them pounds
I grew up on them grounds with the dealers and hound
We order more bottles and fuck on more models and pass em around
I say everything triple time, Rollie, AP, Hublot triple time
I just know the ones you call upon, I just had to pay my dawg a bond
Looking at me like a triple threat, everytime a nigga talk a check
Smoke the kush up like a cigarette, run it back you hear my intellect
Celebratin like the championship, celebratin like the championship
Celebratin like the championship, celebratin like the championship
I told you, I told you, I told you, I told you…
Don’t tell me you celibate to the mula
I just went Rick the Ruler with the jeweler
I just wish you’d stop perpetrating like a goonie
Abu Dhabi, niggas straight out the sewer
Like a loaded chopper, I’m ’bout to shoot it
I’m so fucking sick and tired of these rumors
I just dived inside a cutie, we spoonin’
Take it back and take a look at yourself
Take the lesson; put it all in the air
Too many days gone by
Sittin’ by the phone – waitin’ ’til I reply
Drying my eyes, believe it or not
I could never see a tear fallin’
Water drippin’ off of me like a faucet
I just took a bitch to eat at Chipotle
Spent another 60 thousand on a Rollie
All my diamonds got you brainwashed
She sucked my dick and got my brain washed
And for the shit that got your man popped
See what they did to Biggie and Pac
Pour a lil lil liquor out, pour a lil malt liquor out
Pour it out, pour it out, pour it out

[Hook]
Codeine crazy, codeine crazy
Codeine crazy, codeine crazy
Codeine crazy, codeine crazy
All this motherfucking money got me codeine crazy

[Verse 2]
Drownin’ in Actavis, suicide
When I hit the scene it’s homicide
Diamond pinky ring – a lollipop
Fuck the hate – I pull up in a drop
Diamonds colder than a glacier
Ballin’ harder than the Pacers
I been tryin’ to have some patience
Told my momma she should pray on it
Told the streets they gotta wait on it
She gonna put a nigga name on it
I just dropped a whole thang on it
I’m making U.S.D’s overseas
That’s U.S. dollars that you can’t achieve
Fucked my white girl, she said “Nigga please.”
For that white girl, she said “Nigga please.”
Playin’ poker – now we’re back at Strokers
I forgot her name, but her pussy’s soakin’
When I seen her on a pole…
Reminded myself when I used to come over
Reminded myself when I used to get loaded
Remindin’ myself that I’m still gettin’ loaded
The coupe fully loaded, this whip fully loaded
This whip fully loaded, the clip fully loaded
I try to control this
Let’s wrap up some bottles, let’s pop off some bottles
These niggas who bogus, let’s pour up a pint
I’ma fuck around and faint like I’m Kid Cudi probably
I fuck around and faint, I’ma fall on a drink
Rockin’ Tom Ford, poppin’ molly
Married to this motherfuckin’ money

[Hook]
Codeine crazy, codeine crazy
Codeine crazy, codeine crazy
Codeine crazy, codeine crazy
All this motherfucking money got me codeine crazy

[Verse 3]
You thought I forgot about us?
I know that you know I don’t fold under pressure
I’m back on the road, I get low on the pedal
We live by the codes of the ghetto
I’m closing this out with my memo, I’m treating this shit like a demo
I’m putting my heart and my soul in the shit and some mo’
I’m in that Dolce Gabbana
I might go after Madonna, I get the crack in the summer
Strapped in the lac and the Hummer
Fronted a pack to my partna
All this lingo got her panties to dropping
Fuck the fame I’m sipping lean when I’m driving
All this cash and it ain’t nowhere to hide it
I’m an addict and I can’t even hide it
Don’t you panic panoramic companion
They was tryna’ serve me at the arraignment
Never comment on it, never complaining
I’m taking everything that comes with these millions
I’m taking everything that comes with my children
Yeah yeah

[Bridge]
Pour that bubbly, drink that muddy, drink that muddy
When we’re cuddling, yeah I’m covered in
I was dug in it, I was just loving it
That’s for them other niggas, that’s for them other bitches
They ain’t for you dog, that’s for them other niggas
That ain’t for you shorty, that’s for that other bitch
I’m going crazy bout it, I’m going codeine crazy
That’s how I’m living it, I’m feeling lovely

[Outro]
Codeine crazy, codeine crazy
All this motherfucking money got me codeine crazy