I Recreated 106 Instagay Thirst Traps

When I was a kid, I would get ready for school in the dark. Oftentimes my sister would enter in the middle of my dimly-lit routine, switch on the lights and unintentionally force me to look at myself. Depending on my mood, I’d cry or yell or quietly leave to put a waffle in the toaster. I felt, for lack of a better word, trapped.

I’m a nonbinary transmasculine comedy person who has been growing increasingly frustrated while finding my place in the queer community and the comedy community (which, in Brooklyn, are very closely aligned). Before quarantine, I’d stand onstage driving myself crazy with the question of “what I offered” to the audience. I’m not a hot gay boy or a cool lesbian or the makeup-wearing, glitz-and-glam comedy girl that the internet loves. I felt, and still often feel, like a pile of dust shouting into a microphone.

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Three weeks into lockdown, I was scrolling through Twitter and came across a viral photo of a guy lying on his stomach with his butt prominently featured, a hint of his computer visible in the right hand side of the shot. The caption: Being micromanaged in my underwear is much better than being micromanaged at the office. I laughed and sent it to a friend. “If I recreated this, you think my trans dyke ass would get 5k likes?” “LOL maybe,” she replied.

I knew the answer was more of a definitive no, but I did it anyway.

It took me a solid 20 minutes to properly twist and lock my body into the position of my muse. I snapped a pic, my face pained with the strain of the contortion. Gave it the old college try!, I typed before pressing send. The picture loaded in the comment section of the original tweet. And people loved it. I loved that people loved it. The subject of the satirized photo DM’d me: “This is so funny. You should do more.” And with that, my 100+ thirst trap journey began.

For eight weeks, I spent hours scrolling through Instagram, clicking through pics of hot blonde boy accounts and topinstagaythirstxxx sites for the silliest poses. I recreated them in my room, slapping an exaggerated caption across the top — usually some inspirational quote or lyric akin to the original caption, framed in rainbows, glitter or emojis.

After the first 30 pics, I got a flood of DMs telling me I was “doing the lord’s work” by dragging the Instagays. The gays themselves would re-post the parodies with comments like “ART!,” “Another serve, I got MegsPoped!,” and even “Oh my god, I think I’m in love with you.”

It’s rare for cis men to recognize non-binary/trans people like myself (let alone re-post photos of bodies like mine in boxers and a binder), but thanks to the lubrication of comedy, these boys were liking, retweeting, and DMing me new photos to recreate.

People were responding to what I was doing. But what was I doing, really? And what was it doing to me?

About 30 thirst traps into my project, I stood, bent at the waist, pants around my knees, holding a pan as a tennis racquet. I struggled to stifle my laughter as the Photo Booth app counted down. Once the shot was complete, I got up and examined myself. Overhead lights on, window open. And I felt… hot?

As previously established, I’ve never been a fan of my visage. I’m constantly complaining to my therapist about how hard it is to have a sense of self if your very identity is rooted in the lack of clear-cut distinctions and boxes. Everything’s a spectrum, yada yada, but it’s nice to have some footholds. I have very few. I’m king of undercutting and flipping. At this point, the only thing I can really trust is viscerality. And these dumbass thirst traps were making me feel both physically and viscerally good.


For the first time in a long while, I felt dropped in. Trans, boyish and confident. I was no longer floating above myself looking down. I had a torso and legs and arms — I could feel them, and I didn’t hate them. I was astounded and thrilled and pissed that it took recreating photos of hot cis gay (mostly white) men to make me feel this way. But hey, I’d take the confidence.

Unfortunately, this newfound confidence also came with an addiction to control and feedback. I began going on two runs a day, posing in the morning before I had eaten. I learned my angles and how to exaggerate my face to make it clear that I was mimicking these boys, while not looking too crazy. Some days I’d let my face and body hang limp in front of the camera for added comedic effect. Other days, I’d suck in my stomach and choose the shot where I looked the “hottest.”

I would assure people that this project “wasn’t about the likes” and “as long as the satirized subject responds, it’s worth it.” After all, wasn’t that the point? To hold a mirror up to their… mirror pics? Or was this way more about me than I was willing to admit?

Into weeks six, seven, and eight of quarantine, my obsession raged on, a powerful combination of the social media dopamine system and an addiction to my own newfound boy bravado. I found myself strategically choosing thirst trap subjects based on their accessibility to fame ratio. If I vaguely knew the person but they also had bajillions of followers? Excellent. If I didn’t know them, but they tended to be responsive? Even better.


Around 60 traps in, I decided it was time to level up. I started choosing photos that were already very extreme and heightening them (see: the photo of Kyle Kreiger reading upside-down atop a wobbly chair. I opted to read in a headstand on top of a safely grounded pillow; even so, my body seized as I waited for my self-timer to go off. If you look at the picture, my face is beet red).

The constant oscillation between body confidence, comedic confidence and anxiety was strange. I had never felt more “me,” more okay with a camera, with posting online. I also had never felt thirstier for likes, retweets, validation.

After about 100 thirst trap parodies, I got a DM from a distant friend: “This many white gays is triggering lol.” “The sheer amount definitely says something,” I replied. “What we knew all along,” he wrote back.

This wasn’t illuminating anything new. I was a white trans gay recirculating pictures of (mostly) white cis gays. My friend’s DM agitated a well of anxiety I have about my gender and gendered power dynamics. Why do I feel so drawn to male culture and looking like them? The very group I was taught to “rebel against” and “stand-up to” as a student at an all-girls school, in all-female identifying groups in college, as a person assigned female at birth? Is it because I genuinely feel this way, in my body? Or is it because, no matter how you’re conditioned, you’re always going to be attracted to status?


Like the traps themselves, my gender identity feels like a cycle of perverse perpetuation. Performing and re-performing tropes that I’ve been taught to embrace or push back against on a loop. Before quarantine, I’d stand onstage at comedy shows and try to control my feminine gestures. I’d get frustrated when people would applaud my giggly-girly nature and call me “cute.” I would try to do comedy without smiling to be read as more of a boy. I wanted to prove my worth as a genderfucked comedian, and part of proving that worth meant contorting myself to fit a certain ungendered or masculinzed ideal.

There’s a similar pattern among the Instagays. In this article, Instagay @Brogan speaks to femme-shaming and getting external validation for working so hard to meet a hetero standard of uber-masculinity. He echoes similar themes and questions I relentlessly ask myself: Do you want to look, feel, and act this way because it physically feels right? Or are you attracted to what the world has deemed attractive? Instagays “pose like men” so that people will engage with them online. I was posing like a man to get people to engage with me online. Or to get them to laugh along with me online. Or to get them to laugh…at me?

I’ve been nervous to interrogate the specific humor of my thirst trap project, partly because I think the success of it is rooted in my (again, albeit white and able) otherness. Most people seeing the thirst traps still read me as a girl. I’ve gotten dozens of comments like “yes queen” “she nailed it,” etc. “Haha she looks so funny.” And that is the humor of it all, right? How I didn’t look hot? How I didn’t look like the Instagays? Good. I didn’t want to, right? If a cis dude was doing this, would it be as humorous? No. My AFAB body, lack of six pack abs and trans-ness plays a huge role in the shock value of it all. My non-male-ness is a laugh trigger.


It’s also confusing to do a project so rooted in parody and irony when parody and irony rely on clear-cut flippage: binaries and opposites. And that’s not how I want people to read me. In terms of comedy, gender, personhood, anything. Humor and laughter are triggered when expected scripts are broken in a non-threatening way. There has to be a certain amount of safety established, so when the rug is pulled out from under you, you can laugh. I am “cute,” “girly,” white and weird. To many, that makes me safe.

For a majority of my life I was told that I hated attention. I was fed phrases about how my “brand” and “whole thing” was not-wanting-to-be-looked-at. Only later in life, after doing a bunch of performing, socializing and soul-searching, did I realize the falsehood of these statements.

Sure, I’d get ready for school in the morning like a blindfolded chef making a salad, tossing things around aimlessly, drizzling makeup across my face, and shouting “dressed” without seeing the fully-lit product, but that didn’t mean I didn’t desperately want to be seen. Nobody’s “whole thing is that they don’t want to be looked at.” Some of us just internalize comments of the sort for so long that we trap ourselves in the lore. Our systems grow defensive, confusing the attention we so desperately need with what we’ve been told we don’t want.


In her essay on Little Women, Drew Gregory writes, “Since transitioning I’ve recoiled at the suggestion that this was all for happiness. People say whatever makes you happy, or if you’re happier, then it’s worth it. But I didn’t transition so I could be happier. I transitioned so my sadness could feel like my sadness instead of somebody else’s.”

This project is mine — I think. The increased confidence I have felt is personal. The performing and control, while sometimes unhealthy, confusing, and overwhelming, is mine. The attention, though maybe split between the boys in my photos and my weird, silly body, was drummed up, sparked and orchestrated by me. Despite all the noise, this feels like my own. Which is cool. Because, as demonstrated by my constant questioning onstage, I rarely make or do things for myself. I’ve been too worried about what other people want from me.

If I had taken 100+ parody thirst traps and kept them to myself, would I be feeling the same surge of confidence? Probably not. But that’s fine. Circus performers contort themselves to fit into a box, which we marvel at and pay to see. Brands reach out to these Instagays to have them sell things. Which makes sense. They have a highly engaged audience. But it’s also lifting the already elevated. Dual male households make way more than male-female, female-female, and non-male households. These white boys are gay, and it’s great that they are making money and creating some sort of queer visbility, but they’re also (some consciously, some unconsciously) perpetuating loads of racism, transphobia, ableism and misogyny in return. This is one of the many reasons why, when people DM me lesbian thirst traps to recreate, I won’t do them. They don’t feel as “funny” to me.


I’ve come to the point in the essay where I’m supposed to talk about what I’ve learned and what I will do moving forward. I am supposed to talk about how I’ve woken up from my thirst-trapped-obsessed, body dysmorphic, dopamine-dependent fugue state. But I haven’t. I don’t want to lie. I’m still thirsty for attention online. I’m still going on runs and looking at photos of Instagays and brainstorming ways to make myself look better while “leveling-up.” In many ways I’m still trapped. I’m still selling myself online. I’m still implicitly biased and selfish.

I am happy that I tricked white cis gays into having to interact with a body like mine. I am sad that most of us need to see ourselves reflected in a world that’s not ours in order to feel comfortable enough to step into it. I am confused and interested and now extra-aware of the little game of catch we’re playing. I throw myself at you. You throw yourself back at me.


Instagram really is, in its simplest form, a place where we look at attractive people and hope to be seen as attractive by others in return. I think that’s scary. I think that’s stupid. And I think that’s okay. Sometimes we need things to make us not feel like little piles of dust. And those things aren’t always lovely or wholly unproblematic. This project did that for me, and I hope it provided people with a little bit of laughter in return.

As for the thirst traps? I hope to continue them, but work on self-compassion. After all, to loosely quote my original thirst trap subject: if I’m gonna micromanage myself, I might as well do it in my underwear.

All photographs courtesy of Megan Pope

Need Help? Slide Into Britney’s DMs

These are very strange, very difficult times — for some more than others — what with the world dealing with the COVID-19 global pandemic. Now, even celebrities are trying to do their part. That is, beyond posting star-studded Instagram song covers to supposedly inspire hope.

Some people on the Internet are participating in the #DoYourPartChallenge, which entails helping people with anything they might need during the coronavirus crisis. Now the pop princess herself, Ms. Britney Spears, is taking part in the online effort.

She posted on Instagram Friday, saying she was nominated by her sister, Jamie Lynn Spears. She wrote, “I’m picking 3 fans to help out during this difficult time… DM me and let me know how I can help and I will do what I can !!! GOD BLESS.”

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In the video, Brit added: “Our world is going through such hard times right now. Whether it’s with food or I’m getting your child diapers or whatever it is, DM me and I will help you out.”

Britney Spears on Instagram: “My sister @jamielynnspears has nominated me to participate in the #DoYourPartChallenge so I’m picking 3 fans to help out during this…”

The star is also nominating Will Smith, her boyfriend Sam Asghari, and her agent Cade Hudson.

Other celebs, including Rihanna, Blake Lively, Ryan Reynolds, and Lady Gaga have also made donations to organizations that aid healthcare workers, hospitals, schools and food banks during these troubled times. If you want to know how you can help — aside from social distancing and staying at home — read more here.

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Princess Nokia – Gemini Lyrics

Play this song

I am Gemini
Super fly
Fly guy
I am Gemini
Two heads
One eye

I am Gemini
Like Pac
André
Lauren
And Kanye
Boy George
And Anne Frank

I am Gemini
But no, I’m not fake
I am Gryffindor
But don’t move like snake

I am Gemini
People love to call me crazy
But they judging and they hating
And I’m too grown for explaining

I am Gemini
June 14th
And all the famous rappers got a sign like me
And all the famous rappers got a heart like me
But I know that I’m different and they’re not quite me

I’m the horoscope hoe
I’m the planet and moon
I’m the rising ascendant
5th degree to the Moon

I’m the witch of your dreams
I’m the voice in your head
Your husband sent me a DM
And I just left him on read

My planet’s Mercury
My element is air
I’m such a free spirit
That I don’t fucking care

If I got a blunt
I ain’t moving out my chair
You can kiss my derrière
‘Cause it’s shaped like a pear

Little zodiac
Ginger snap
Pretty little shorty with the snap back
Tarot deck
Ankh set
Like to get her feet wet
With Keith Sweat
The freaknik
From Harlem to BX
I clean up like Kleenex

Spinelli, I’m recess
Kickball to the deep end
The public school era
It’s old-school forever
The moon and the tides
Really control the weather
The sun and the moon
Yes, it do go together
A spiritual being
That rides any weather

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Yes, I’m on my own
Tryna find up my home
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Always on my own
Tryna find up a home

Intelligent, adaptable
Agile, communicative
Informative, creative
And everybody hates it
Imagination colorful
And I just entertain it
A poet and a dreamer
I’ma seize the world and take it

Of course, there is the bad
I’m really superficial
I ain’t called you in three months
Still I maintain that I miss you
A Gemini with issues
Social, isolated
I pray that I’ma make it
Or at least that I can fake it

And like a Gemini
I’m really prone to changes
I’m really indecisive
And I really fucking hate it
Picking food or picking clothes
It always makes me anxious
But thank God I’m androgynous
‘Cause boys clothes what I stay in

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Yes, I’m on my own
Tryna find up my home
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Always on my own
Tryna find up a home

Daye Jack – Raw Lyrics

[Verse 1: Daye Jack]
I’m the nigga came up cold
All the shit they must atone
Let my enemies yell at me, hobby for the young bro
It’s a tragedy when someone black as me get gold
Time to slaughter, street fighter fist, that’s Nintendo
Told my alma mater gotta send me money, Venmo
Put us on map, don’t sleep, siesta, man blow
Jack won’t been no nigga serenading with a banjo
Real reckless dude with a crew carry ammo
Thought predicting winning would be something so taboo
But now I’m monkeying around with my brothers, baboons
Atlanta in Hollywood, shit’s on schedule
Chef in the bank, been eatin’, check my dental
Plenty sugar, suite life, kicked it in the penthouse
My sheets all green, they don knit me bando
And a nice sweater too, fit seen levels
Floating here shining, I need me a drum roll

[Chorus: Daye Jack]
I’m too raw, raw, raw, I’m a villain, I’m a don
Mask and cape, somebody ring the alarm
Wild boy, boy, boy, can’t tame me, nah
Started that flame, somebody ring the alarm
I’m too raw, raw, raw, I’m a villain, I’m a don
Mask and cape, somebody ring the alarm
Wild boy, boy, boy, can’t tame me, nah
Started that flame, somebody ring the alarm

[Verse 2: Daye Jack]
I’m the nigga, hit ’em quick, right hook threw the fist
All the leeches swimming with me getting no benefit
In this dirty pond, fake homies won’t ever stick
Hang with the real players, my gamers control this shit
Did it for the internet, choke a younging by his neck
Hoping some bystanders looking in film it
Another Atlanta nigga dead, killed by his best friend
Said he changed on ’em, didn’t text back or DM
I’m the nigga, represent, I’m your mans ’til the end
Raise up my kinfolk, take over, that’s the plan
On a mission, 100 grand, sickness showing symptoms, man
Rather be hurting than healthy and not a champ
Nigga I done been the man, my pillow talk to the bands
Sleep real good when there’s dinner ready for my fam
I ain’t f**king comfortable, running out, take a stand
Started that fire, I’m a hoodlum, gym pants

[Chorus: Daye Jack]
I’m too raw, raw, raw, I’m a villain, I’m a don
Mask and cape, somebody ring the alarm
Wild boy, boy, boy, can’t tame me, nah
Started that flame, somebody ring the alarm
I’m too raw, raw, raw, I’m a villain, I’m a don
Mask and cape, somebody ring the alarm
Wild boy, boy, boy, can’t tame me, nah
Started that flame, somebody ring the alarm

[Verse 3: Daye Jack]
Stunt with all the things you got
Ain’t gon’ put ’em in a box
You ain’t never ever gon’ stop
Raise some funds, cop the stocks
Do it ’til they know your name on the block
‘Til you respected, claim you’re right, you the king of the lot
I’m Afro caesar, mean I don’t play you guys
No lames in my chariot, no snakes in my ride
Cruising for days, tryna find me the pot
Of gold, when I do I’ma feel like

[Chorus: Daye Jack]
I’m too raw, raw, raw, I’m a villain, I’m a don
Mask and cape, somebody ring the alarm
Wild boy, boy, boy, can’t tame me, nah
Started that flame, somebody ring the alarm

Frisco – Rocket Lyrics (feat. Shola Ama)

[Intro: Frisco]
Yeah
It’s Frisco
Come on

[Verse 1: Frisco]
Yes, I confess
I’m at my best when my back’s against the wall
Stand up in a war, stand tall
f**k the police and your rules
I’m from a place where if you get robbed for your tings
And you want them back, you’ve gotta pay for that
Stepping out of your yard knowing it could be your last day
Likkle man, you ain’t made for that
I’m the realest
Yes, everyday I’m getting tweets saying “Fris, you’re the realest”
And these man say they’re bad but they don’t really mean it
I’m a genius, I take MCs to the cleaners
Niggas wanna try diss my team on the sly
And then try DM for features
And they be like “Frisco, you’re the hardest
You’re my favourite artist
I’ve got all of your mixtapes
Back 2 Da Lab Vol. 2’s the hardest”
I’m a clarters
Lyrical barkers, killer artist
If a man try see the line and pass it
End up on the floor, looking like a starfish (sky!)
And RIP to my niggas that we lost in the battlefield
If it’s beef, we ain’t standing still, I’ve got mouths to feed
I can tell you this: at the end, I’ll be standing still
If it ain’t the greatest dilemma​
And if it ain’t the lyrical skeng, it’s the 45 weapon
Come get a taste of the essence

[Hook: Shola Ama]
See, we don’t have to worry now
Even when our hope is down
I’ll find ways to get around
I wanna ride a rocket with you
We don’t have to worry now
See, even if our hope is down
I’ll find ways to get around
I’m gonna ride a rocket with you

[Verse 2: Frisco]
Yeah, I hear you, Shola
Say no more, I’mma take it over
My nan said “why your eyes so red?”
Nan, I’m blowing more hoops than a rollercoaster
Check the folder, check the archive
Ain’t tryna take no Ls on our side
Before music
I was known on the road, my G, I was built for star life
It’s alright, likkle man, chat shit
Acting like I ain’t been active
When I see MCs, I see food
Dem man are prawns and crab sticks
Snap three of your favourite MC
And then call it a hat trick
Me war with a joke time?
I ain’t got time for that shit

[Hook: Shola Ama]
See, we don’t have to worry now
Even when our hope is down
I’ll find ways to get around
I wanna ride a rocket with you
We don’t have to worry now
See, even if our hope is down
I’ll find ways to get around
I’m gonna ride a rocket with you

Ymtk – Down Baby Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I turn my grind into glory
I turn my heart to the Lord
I turn my mind into art
I started doing some shows
Now when I show up, it’s poppin’
And shit, they already know
I’m on the come up like
[?] bubbles inside of your flow
I’m on the scene out of Oakland
Just hopped up off of the stage
My mama saw me she told me loved me. I did my thang
I saw it, liked it, I copped it, I’m gettin fly for the low
I ain’t a baller, I just be hoopin’

[Pre-Chorus]
You shorty crazy
You trynna pay me
I feel amazing
We’re on our way
I roll [it] on it
Her brand new diamonds
I hella want it
Like right away

[Chorus]
It’s going down, down baby
Sunset with the doors open
I f**k with the same folks
We step in and it’s game over
Down, down baby
I block with the same foe
Don’t ask what it’s made for us
Wake up in the same clothes
Down, down
Never been down before
We wouldn’t know to turn down if we met it before
It’s going down, down
We go as high as it go
Okay, taking off in one, two, three, girl,
Come, let’s go

[Verse 2]
Let’s turn ideas into dollars
Can’t turn my back on my fam
Turn my mom to a millionaire then I turn up the gram
Then when I show up with Bassy, these girls gon’ know who I am
We got [?] on the tables, I think I might hear my jam
I’m on my level, it’s pimping, I feel like $hort in these pants
I’m fly as f**k in this shirt and I ain’t planning to land
We all incredible
Women, Hypnotiq cups in the sand
It’s like my birthday, with baby, with cake celebratin’

[Pre-Chorus]
You shorty crazy
You trynna pay me
I feel amazing
We’re on our way
I roll [?] on it
Her brand new diamonds
I hella want it
Like right away

[Chorus]
It’s going down, down baby
Sunset with the doors open
I f**k with the same folks
We step in and it’s game over
Down, down baby
I block with the same foe.
Don’t ask what it’s made for us
Wake up in the same clothes
Down, down
Never been down before
We wouldn’t know to turn down if we met it before
It’s going down, down
We go as high as it go
Okay, we taking off in one, two, three, girl,
Come, let’s go

[Verse 3]
Come and see me I was scrollin’
I’m with the homies chillin’
I seen a photo and followed it with the address
She hit me back on DM
Tell me she on her way
Probably another night will turn to day
We’ve seen chemicals
Ginger whiskey goes well with me and my lows
I watch it float away

[Chorus]
It’s going down, down baby
Sunset with the doors open
I f**k with the same folks
We step in and it’s game over
Down, down baby
I block with the same foe
Don’t ask what it’s made for us
Wake up in the same clothes
Down, down
Never been down before
We wouldn’t know to turn down if we met it before
It’s going down, down
We go as high as it go
Okay, taking off in one, two, three, girl,
Come, let’s go

Reeko Squeeze – Back On It Lyrics (feat. Blockz)

[Intro]
Aye yo, aye niggas get shot everyday B. You be aight nigga
You tough right?
I’m out Reeko. You understand what I’m saying? Look at me
I get shot in the head baby
My body different, my breathing different, you understand what I’m saying?
Doctor said I wasn’t gonna walk the same, you understand what I’m saying?
I’m out

[Verse 1]
Too, too much weed in the room now a nigga can’t breathe in my space
The girls in my DM’s, it might be your BM’s we’ll ski on a kid
Tell me why you niggas pree on the kid
Like there is no reason for this
Is it cause I make mad music
And then f**k that, just might go up on seasonal hits

[Hook]
Damn, money we took it from scratch
Tell a homie gonna talk about that
Run up on me, run up back
And smoke a nigga like a fag
I heard niggas are talking this and talking that
Well they know they talking cause they know I never lie
Back on it and oh they know it’s strap
Young one we the rap stack
And you know it’s fully loaded when I fling the rap back, hold on
f**k the radio now that I’m back on it
f**king up the beat, just watch me dab on it
Something I always remember I tag on it
f**k the industry just drop a jab on ‘em
Stacking , stacking, I’m trapping, trapping
I’m whacking, I’m serving them packages
Ooh la la, baby what’s happening
Couple bands I’ll be splurging with savages

[Verse 2]
Lurking in a German, I’m purpin
Pull up in a four door with a four four sting on red
Put smoke in a person
Catch coon ass stunting
How bad you wanna beef
How bad you wanna beef
‘Fore I see these niggas yeah they nervous
They might freeze when they see me
I’m in my young boy jerking
All of these niggas are lying they cooking that dealer shit
Nigga you pussy you been a prick
Never seen you and you rid with it
Who took [?] who gives a shit
Sting with my thing, yeah I live with it
My young boy he gon’ stick with it
f**k with these hoes I’m so sick with it
In a car with my browing she whipping it

[Hook]
Damn, money we took it from scratch
Tell a homie gonna talk about that
Run up on me, run up back
And smoke a nigga like a fat
I heard niggas are talking this and talking that
Well they know they talking cause they know I never lie
Back on it and oh they know it’s strap
Young one we the rap stack
And you know it’s fully loaded when I fling the rap back, hold on
f**k the radio now that I’m back on it
f**king up the beat, just watch me dab on it
Something I always remember I tag on it
f**k the industry just drop a jab on ‘em
Stacking , stacking, I’m trapping, trapping
I’m whacking, I’m serving them packages
Ooh la la, baby what’s happening
Couple bands I’ll be splurging with savages

[Verse 3]
Bang! f**k a nigga talking bout straps
Rolling with hittas and got six packs on me and I ain’t talking bout abs
Trust a nigga [?] you get grab, can’t talking about the watch you know I got band
Pulling up like right where you hang
Come round here, leave smoke on your man
Show ‘em face and with Scoogie I’m back again
Pulling up on that baby, what’s happening
Love my freedom, I ain’t trying to get bagged again
P and down, I’m all over the map again
Cutting, cutting, I’m bagging, bagging
That thing that I wrap ‘em in
Two rags to use on a sudden ting
One comb, one jam and an afro pick

[Hook]
Damn, money we took it from scratch
Tell a homie gonna talk about that
Run up on me, run up back
And smoke a nigga like a fag
I heard niggas are talking this and talking that
Well they know they talking cause they know I never lie
Back on it and oh they know it’s strap
Young one we the rap stack
And you know it’s fully loaded when I fling the rap back, hold on
f**k the radio now that I’m back on it
f**king up the beat, just watch me dab on it
Something I always remember I tag on it
f**k the industry just drop a jab on ‘em
Stacking , stacking, I’m trapping, trapping
I’m whacking, I’m serving them packages
Ooh la la, baby what’s happening
Couple bands I’ll be splurging with savages

Ramriddlz – H2o Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It’s Mr. Ramrod, yeah
Big ups to all my fat pum pum gyal

[Hook]
Oh I get her wetter than water
Dihydrogen monoxide
When I’m in those thighs, that’s chemistry
Girls them DM’ing me
Oh I get ’em wetter than water
Dihydrogen monoxide
When I’m in those thighs, that’s chemistry
Girls them DM’ing me

[Verse 1]
Say they wanna taste of the sweetest cum
The sweetest mon
I don’t eat it up, I just beat ’em down, down, down, down
Beat it down, yeah
Come away with that dum dum poking
Come away with the pum pum soaking
Come my way if you want that back broken, b-b-back broken

[Hook]
Oh I get her wetter than water
Dihydrogen monoxide
When I’m in those thighs, that’s chemistry
Girls them DM’ing me
Oh I get ’em wetter than water
Dihydrogen monoxide
When I’m in those thighs, that’s chemistry
Girls them DM’ing me

[Verse 2]
Taking off her knickers and she sweeter than cider, oh, oh, oh
I dick her off that liquor, me no sip Budweiser, no, no, no
But why’s her coochie geyser? Cause I pipe her with my sniper
She spit on it like cypher, then she ride pon my cocky like biker
Oh she open up for me, like I’m Oprah Winfrey
Telling me, her punani’s wetter than the sea
Aquamarine when I’m in between that pu-nanani

[Hook]
Oh I get her wetter than water
Dihydrogen monoxide
When I’m in those thighs, that’s chemistry
Girls them DM’ing me
Oh I get ’em wetter than water
Dihydrogen monoxide
When I’m in those thighs, that’s chemistry
Girls them DM’ing me

[Outro]
Oh I’m tryna splash in her
B-b-back at my bachelor
Slap it like spatula
All in your vagina
Poseidon when I dive in
Oh your daughter
Your mother
Wetter than water
I got her, I got her
Wetter than water (Splash)
What? What? What?
Wetter than water
Tryna splash in your coochie
I’m just tryna wade in your water
(Wetter than water)
Tryna splash in your coochie
I’m just tryna wade in your water
(Wetter than…)
H2O (Wade in your water….)
H2O (Wade in your water….)
H2O (Wade in your water….)
H2O (Wade in your water….)

Jairzinho – 1 Op 1 Lyrics

[Intro]
Kan ik glijden in je situatie?
Want als ik kijk naar je lijn weet ik zeker dat ik fast ga
Hoe ik met je rijd en niet afsla
Afspraak, schat niet denken dat ik grap maak
Ga je met me mee als ik die stap maak?
Is wat ik me afvraag als ik kijk naar je
Ga je met me mee als ik die andere vrouwen aan de kant laat

[Hook]
Ik wil dat je mij laat zien
Hoe je de sterren van de hemel danst
Die anderen hebben niets op jou
Ik wil jou
Kunnen wij
1 op 1
Ik wil dat je mij laat zien
Hoe je de sterren van de hemel danst
Die anderen hebben niets op jou
Ik wil jou
Kunnen wij
1 op 1

[Verse 1]
Zie mami, bad peng tings, sliden in m’n DM
Wil horen van papi, maar ik wil alleen horen van jou
Dus zeg me kan ik vallen in je vibe?
Doe die dingen die je liked
Kan je hitten ook al ben je niet m’n wife
Kunnen matten, daarna facken, net Mr. and Mrs. Right
Shit, ben about die life
Ben ik je piloot, ik kan je zetten op die flight
Is al om te turnen, yeah

[Hook]
Ik wil dat je mij laat zien
Hoe je de sterren van de hemel danst
Die anderen hebben niets op jou
Ik wil jou
Kunnen wij
1 op 1
Ik wil dat je mij laat zien
Hoe je de sterren van de hemel danst
Die anderen hebben niets op jou
Ik wil jou
Kunnen wij
1 op 1

[Verse 2]
Oh, jij zorgt dat je uit de buurt blijft van wastemans
Al die dingen die je doet heb je lak aan
Fully blacka, gooi terug voor een roadman
See me pull up on ya [?] pappa
Oh wist niet dat je flext, Tina Turner
Kan ik komen in je endz mami wassup
Je zei dat ik flex, Timmy Turner
Ga je komen in m’n endz, mami wassup

[Hook]
Ik wil dat je mij laat zien
Hoe je de sterren van de hemel danst
Die anderen hebben niets op jou
Ik wil jou
Kunnen wij
1 op 1
Ik wil dat je mij laat zien
Hoe je de sterren van de hemel danst
Die anderen hebben niets op jou
Ik wil jou
Kunnen wij
1 op 1

[Bridge]
Je kan het laten vallen, want ik vang jou
Dat wat je doet, het lijkt alsof je tovert
Je kan het laten vallen, want ik vang jou
Dat wat je doet, het lijkt alsof je tovert
Oh mami, murder she wrote
Murder on the dance floor
Murder she wrote
Love, oh

[Hook]
Ik wil dat je mij laat zien
Hoe je de sterren van de hemel danst
Die anderen hebben niets op jou
Ik wil jou
Kunnen wij
1 op 1
Ik wil dat je mij laat zien
Hoe je de sterren van de hemel danst
Die anderen hebben niets op jou
Ik wil jou
Kunnen wij
1 op 1

Angelo King – Girlfriend Lyrics (feat. BolleBof & Babel-Ish)

[Bridge: Angelo King]
So you lit now?
Everybody f**king with you right now
Your girlfriend’s f**king with you right now
You lit dick, I never turn your lights down

[Hook: Angelo King]
Pull up on your girlfriend
Go ahead and pull up on your girlfriend
Go ahead and pull up on your girlfriend
Go ahead and pull up on your girlfriend (skurrt)
P-pull up on your girlfriend
Go ahead and pull up on your girlfriend
Go ahead and pull up on your girlfriend
Go ahead and pull up on your girlfriend

[Hook: Angelo King]
Pull up on your girlfriend
Go ahead and pull up on your girlfriend
Go ahead and pull up on your girlfriend
Go ahead and pull up on your girlfriend guuuurl
Pull up on your girlfriend
Go ahead and pull up on your girlfriend
Go ahead and pull up on your girlfriend
Go ahead and pull up on your girlfriend guuuurl
Pull up on your girlfriend

[Verse 2: Bollebof]
Goin’ back, met m’n vrouw in de boy back
4k alleen om te liggen op d’r lap
Jouw bitch post d’r nieuwe nagels
Mijn vrouw post niet eens d’r nieuwe Rolex op Snap
Ik heb gezien wat je vrouw doet online
Ik stuur bewijzen maar doe dat voor likes
Niet eens in de scene of een college-degree
‘Kweet niet wat ze verdient, maar ze doet het voor shine
Let’s keep it real man
Ik en niggers, zijn niggers en girlfriend
Je real boys status, no matsa
Je Rolex is allergisch voor watah
Ze wou me, ze wou me pull up in je girlfriend

[Hook: Angelo King]
Go ahead and pull up on your girlfriend
Go ahead and pull up on your girlfriend
Go ahead and pull up on your girlfriend guuuurl
Pull up on your girlfriend
Go ahead and pull up on your girlfriend
Go ahead and pull up on your girlfriend
Go ahead and pull up on your girlfriend guuuurl
Pull up on your girlfriend

[Verse 3: Babel-Ish]
Gwuan, pull up on your bestie (skurrrt)
Say she always love to twerk in the backseat
Run game girl, you deserve a eskie
You had good gwuan, pull up on backie
Didn’t wanna see win that newnew
Your old friends hatin’ on the new you
Funny ‘cuz you don’t even see that
Bitch you come and get it, baby daddy at your DM

[Bridge: Angelo King]
So you lit now?
Everybody f**king with you right now
Your girlfriend’s f**king with you right now
You lit dick, I never turn your lights down, hah

[Hook: Angelo King]
Pull up on your girlfriend
Go ahead and pull up on your girlfriend
Go ahead and pull up on your girlfriend
Go ahead and pull up on your girlfriend (skurrt)
P-pull up on your girlfriend
Go ahead and pull up on your girlfriend
Go ahead and pull up on your girlfriend
Go ahead and pull up on your girlfriend

[Hook: Angelo King]
Pull up on your girlfriend
Go ahead and pull up on your girlfriend
Go ahead and pull up on your girlfriend
Go ahead and pull up on your girlfriend guuuurl
Pull up on your girlfriend
Go ahead and pull up on your girlfriend
Go ahead and pull up on your girlfriend
Go ahead and pull up on your girlfriend guuuurl
Pull up on your girlfriend (skrr)

HERMOSA Lyrics and Video Song – Aastha Gill, D Soldierz

Oh girl!
Kehnde ne Barcelona ton utri ae tu
Dass mainu!
Nana nana nah, oh baby!
Main Delhi shehar di Senorita hoon
Puch kisi ton vi tu

Billo lagdi ae Hermosa
Lagdi ae Hermosa!
Aye, Billo lagdi ae Hermosa

Billo lagdi ae Hermosa!

Bobby Brown di load ni
I don’t give a damn
Na makeup shakeup laani aa
Jitthe jaawan utthe agg main laani aan

ola ola ola yea yea…

Main bandi badi classy aan
Badi saassy aan
Naale thodi thodi messy aan
Do peg laake shor machaani aan

Ni tu lagdi aan bomb badi girl
Vanilla icecream jaisi yum badi girl
Haaye ni lagdi ae fun badi girl
Come chill mere naal tu ban meri girl oh…

Oh girl,
Suneya main California ton utri ae tu
Is it true?
Na na na na nah, oh baby!
Main Mumbai shehar di Mamacita hoon
Jaayi look te na tu

Taahiyon lagdi ae Hermosa
Lagdi ae Hermosa
Billo lagdi ae Hermosa

Billo lagdi ae Hermosa!

Hermosa, badi Formosa
Tu kya shehran vich kardi ae shosha
Tu lagdi ae badi Sabrosa
Dekh tere piche ho jaanda locha
Jihde vi tu jaandi
Munde kare follow
Kinne tainu DM ch likhde ni hello

Ho pichhe pichhe aande
Jithhe jitthe I go
Kehnde mere naal ek Selfie kara lo

Mi amor, Mi vida
Aa leke chalun tainu America
Mi amor, Mi vida
Patane ka na mujhe koi tareeka

Oh girl
Gall chaldi kal Havana ton utri ae tu
Saare kehnde kyun?
Nana nana nah, oh baby
Oh baby main shehar Chandigarh di Bonita hoon
Kaahton puchda ae tu

Kyunki lagdi ae Hermosa
Lagdi ae Hermosa
Billo lagdi ae Hermosa

Billo lagdi ae Hermosa!

Guardin – Creature Lyrics

[Chorus]
It’s three o’clock, times running out
I rather sleep in than write all about
How I’m depressed, how to get out
‘Cause I don’t know shit I said, ”f**k it,” and made it work out
I’m a mess (Mess), I guess (I guess)
But for some reason they stay impressed
I’m a pess- (Pess-) imist (Imist)
Optimism is something I miss
I kinda knew I’d be here all alone
But I never thought I’d do this shit and do it on my own (Do it on my own)
Start writing, stop checkin’ on your phone
My mind races at some paces that are currently unknown (Currently unknown)

[Verse]
I’m not stoned, well maybe just a bit
Hard to write a song if you don’t take another hit
Cancel all your plans today, you’re ’bout to write a hit
Probably f**king not, but you won’t know unless you sit
Does the energy around you ever get (Around you ever get)
Inside your cerebellum, tell me everything is shit (Tell me everything is shit)
Sleep away the day again and call it f**king quits (And call it f**king quits)
An easel to present a thought about the way I live (Thought about the way I live)
2017 was the year that I thought I’d kick (Year that I thought I’d kick)
The bucket underneath my feet and slide into the pit (Feet and slide into the pit)
Reach into the sky and said, “The clouds are looking lit” (Said, “The clouds are looking lit”)
But angels never die so I’ma respawn real quick, yeah (Respawn real quick)
Did this kid really name his album after his cat? (After his cat)
Does he smoke a lot and how’s his mom feel ’bout that? (Mom feel ’bout that)
Dude, please check my music out, my shit really slaps (Shit really slaps)
f**k you, dickhead, why won’t you DM me back? (DM me back)
Y’all really wanna work with me, well how about that? (How about that?)
These lines are real DM’s that I’ll never hit back (I’ll never hit back)
I don’t sell features so don’t ask about that (Don’t ask about that)
God, please don’t hit me with another group chat

[Chorus]
It’s three o’clock, times running out
I rather sleep in than write all about
How I’m depressed, how to get out
‘Cause I don’t know shit I said, “f**k it,” and made it work out
I’m a mess (Mess), I guess (I guess)
But for some reason they stay impressed
I’m a pess- (Pess-) imist (Imist)
Optimism is something I miss
I kinda knew I’d be here all alone
But I never thought I’d do this shit and do it on my own (Do it on my own)
Start writing, stop checkin’ on your phone
My mind races at some paces that are currently unknown (Currently unknown)

Elujay – Mrs. Jackson Lyrics (feat. Rexx Life Raj)

[Chorus: Elujay]
I’m sorry Ms. Jackson, why you act so cold?
Don’t wanna be taxing
Cause you act so cold
You act so cold, why you act so cold?
Why you act so cold?
Why you act so cold?

[Verse 1: Elujay]
We gon push it like a four, gee I don’t wanna go
Do a buck fifty, I’m just tryna get you home
She ain’t think a nigga write about her in the song
She gon’ hit a nigga DM when she all alone
She take that percocet and fifth of jack to ease her pain
Your embellishment be telling me about your name
Senorita, probably think that I just run that game
I fantasize about the feeling, sliding in your frame
By far, you the coldest
Cold aesthetic, perfect picture, part it like I’m Moses
I just wanna synchronize the moment and emotion
Hennessey my vice and penny driver in a potion
I be playing a fool girl
Go and tell your nigga that we friends and we cool, girl
I love the way that you do what you do, girl
I got some tendency now get in the mood, yeah

[Chorus: Elujay]
I’m sorry Ms. Jackson, why you act so cold?
Don’t wanna be taxing
Cause you act so cold
You act so cold, why you act so cold?
Why you act so cold?
Why you act so cold?

[Verse 2: Rexx Life Raj]
Can a nigga swoop or what?
With the henny just to loosen up
Ride around the town with the music up, getting stupid drunk
But pull it over when we’re .09
I swear the legal limit been the only limit of mine
I’m a little too drunk to take you for dinner and wine
But if that’s what you really want, I guess that’ll be fine
I can, simp for the bud one time
Niggas do whatever for a nut onetime
Laugh, out, mother-f**king loud
We can f**k around as long as we don’t f**k around
I’m kinda down for whatever you are
Just give me the word
At times you just wanna talk, you feel like you don’t be heard
I could be Alicia Keys with the diary
Communication is key, oh the irony
I guess, being the baddest bitch could be tiring
You killing them softly and quietly

JayDaYoungan – Dum (Remix) Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: JayDaYoungan]
Any these niggas play games, we slaughter
Pop, pop, pop
This nigga, big 23 shit, bitch, oh
Key Guapo

[Chorus: JayDaYoungan]
Do whatever the fuck I want to
You niggas play games, we slump you
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too
Do whatever the fuck I want to
You niggas play games, we slump you
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too

[Verse 1: JayDaYoungan]
Don’t play, I don’t tolerate ho shit
Still with the same guns that we post with
Southside, nigga, I’m on that 4 shit
They be quick to speak on me, don’t know shit
Still fuck with styrofoam, no, I did not quit
Same niggas I stood on the block with
Don’t fuck with him, he on some opp shit
And he can’t come around if he don’t cop shit
Mopstick, hot shit, pull up and drop shit
My young niggas like to go rob shit
Fuck the police ’cause you know they can’t stop shit
Tell them bitches to get up off my dick
Can’t pick up my line ’cause I’m tryna get money
Bitch, don’t say I been actin’ funny
When you get the bag ‘fore me, didn’t call my number
Like bet, where you at? Yeah, I’m comin’
They know how I’m comin’
Every day, to that check, I be runnin’
Fuck on his bitch, put the dick in her stomach
Give her back, you should go get your woman
Came from the bottom, they know who the dumbest
That young nigga shit, damn, I used to have nothin’
But now shit bad when I pull up in public
Shots in my reef, this stick take a hundred

[Chorus: JayDaYoungan]
Do whatever the fuck I want to
You niggas play games, we slump you
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too
Do whatever the fuck I want to
You niggas play games, we slump you
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Who dat, who dat? Opposition never shoot back
Gucci crew neck, Balenciagas, call me two stacks
And your crew fast, niggas know who to shoot at
Pop two X, and I’m slidin’ ’round with two Gats
One FN be shootin’ like two MACs
A lot of bitch niggas really know who to shoot at
Slide up, war time, put your gas up
And that .45 racks up
Drug head and he half fucks
Same niggas that he call his brothers, his squad
Same niggas gon’ line him up
Hunnid thou’ on these diamonds
Fucked his bitch, she was none months
Let a nigga come touch mine
Then he know his time up
Yeah, we gon’ do what we want to
Smoke on the app and the front
Put a hunnid bands on his head, then he gotta move smart
One false move, then he’s dead
Opp hoes all in my DM, act like I don’t see ’em
Ho tryna give me head
A lotta niggas actin’ like they was just gang gang, shit
And they wanna see us dead

[Chorus: JayDaYoungan]
Do whatever the fuck I want to
You niggas play games, we slump you
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too
Do whatever the fuck I want to
You niggas play games, we slump you
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too

[Outro: JayDaYoungan]
I’m dumb too
Ayy, ayy
I’m dumb too
Ooh

Dreamville – Sleep Deprived Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Ayy
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Yeah
Hey, hey
Uh

[Verse 1: Lute]
I met this girl the other day that wanna know my story
She said since the world against me, she all for me
I told her God must’ve overheard my hopeful wish
And crazy how I never would’ve thought to be in this position
‘Cause see hip-hop saved my life is such a cliché quote
But before I grabbed the mic, I was the poster-child of broke, uh
Signed my first deal off the realest shit I wrote
I told my city I’m the closest thing to hope
Used to be barely above water, now I float
Same bitches in my DM’s used to take me for a joke
Niggas talk crow, shit behind my back and then call me bro
Like bro, you gotta match one before you blow
I always leave the message on seen ’cause I don’t smoke
When really I don’t fuck with half these niggas on the low
And that’s just how it go
She go, “Damn, nigga, that’s deep,” I know, tell me about it
My life be full of stress, fake niggas, and sleep deprivin’ like uh

[Verse 2: Mez]
Dreams, all my shit been colossal though
Used to be honor roll, now it’s foreign whips I’m riding on
Now everything I flow hot as fuck, I mean poblano though
Me and Lute ’posed to been did this shit, it’s perfect timing though
Remember us being younger, talking about gettin’ signed to Cole?
I was so hot-headed then, I’m a lot calmer though
Tryna buy me a brick house when I get comma though
Money gon’ help with a lot of things but not the trauma though
Had so many adventure times, we used to run from the jakes
To make it for Southside, we do whatever it takes
It was apartheid when my barber parted my fade
‘Cause now I’m pulled left and right by Keshia and Adrinae
All this shit gets so deep, man, I’m hoping y’all dive in
I don’t fuck with surviving, I’m only thinkin’ ’bout thriving
But you way too afraid, yeah, I know what your vibe is
Always worried ’bout me, that shit must be sleep depriving

[Interlude]
That shit must be sleep depriving

[Chorus: DaVionne]
I ain’t never had nothin’, yeah, I had to work for it
Prayed to God every day, even went to church for it
Built from the ground up, played in the dirt for it
God told me it would work out, I took his word for it
We all come from a very different path
Look at what we been through, look at where we at
Got ’em losing sleep worried ’bout what we on
Said I wouldn’t make it but I always prove wrong, yeah

[Interlude]
Yeah

[Verse 3: Omen]
Turn into a big deal, but way realer than Black Friday
They let a visionary vibrate
Hoppin’ through the Tri-State
I got this bird box simply off a blind date
Now I’m in a tryin’ state
Turn into a horror story
Broke my heart to the point I had to find tape
Spraying Lysol, sage, just to wipe her away like eternal sunshine
Pulled up in a drop spot like some summer times
Seen you with some other guy, long story, summarize
Writing on the wall, got your message under mine
I been gettin’ high, summer crime, ever since
Wonder why ill intent was inside of your skin, damn
Dookey braids, droopy eyes, it was groupie love
Hurt feelings, no cap like bougie clubs
Sat alone deep in silence
Thinkin’ ’bout you gettin’ sleep deprivin’, yeah

[Chorus: DaVionne]
I ain’t never had nothin’, yeah, I had to work for it
Prayed to God every day, even went to church for it
Built from the ground up, played in the dirt for it
God told me it would work out, I took his word for it
We all come from a very different path
Look at what we been through, look at where we at
Got ’em losing sleep worried ’bout what we on
Said I wouldn’t make it but I always prove wrong, yeah

Lil Mosey – Space Coupe Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Ooh, oh (My DM, my DM)
They said all I want is this so can I see them?
Ooh, ooh, I’m gone, I’m on
Damn, we on, fuck it, you come on
I’m gone, I’m on
Damn, we on, fuck it, you come on
Ayy Royce, you did it right here!

[Chorus: Lil Mosey]
Yeah, I woke up to a hundred bitches in my DM
They said all I want is this so can I see them?
Make cash, run it up, and spend it for no reason
I want everything around me every weekend
She said “I just want you”, but I don’t want to
Hundred mill, throw some racks, blew it cause I want to
They know it’s me, and I pull up in a space coupe
They know they can’t compete so they don’t wanna race me

[Verse 1: Matt OX]
Big diamond rocks on my chain, watch it blink too (Watch it blink too)
I’ll make it sing just like oooh (just like oooh)
Just see the jewelry then my main two
Yeah they cool but I might just leave my whole room
‘Cause I realized what the chains do (what the chains do)
And I realized what that bank do (what that bank do)
Then I realized what the fakes do (what the fakes do)
I can’t give you one song ’cause I know you will take two

[Chorus: Lil Mosey]
I woke up to a hundred bitches in my DM
They said all I want is this, so can I see them?
Make cash, run it up, and spend it for no reason
I want everything around me every weekend
She said “I just want you”, but I don’t want to
Hundred mill, throw some racks, blew it cause I want to
They know it’s me, and I pull up in a space coupe
They know they can’t compete so they don’t wanna race me

[Verse 2: Lil Mosey]
I woke up, a hundred bands this morning (bands)
I just fucked your bitch, that’s a morning (lil’ bitch)
Shoot a nigga down, yeah (boom boom)
Know we scorin’
That’s that nigga (gang)
That we pourin’
Oooh I’m gone, I’m on
Damn we on (damn), fuck it you come on
Shoot you, then we gone (boom boom)
We get it on
Diamonds flashin’, yeah
Patek, got it on (patek)

[Chorus: Lil Mosey]
I woke up to a hundred bitches in my DM
They said all I want is this so can I see them?
Make cash, run it up, and spend it for no reason
I want everything around me every weekend
She said “I just want you”, but I don’t want to
Hundred mill, throw some racks, blew it cause I want to
They know it’s me, and I pull up in a space coupe
They know they can’t compete so they don’t wanna race me

Gunna – 3 Headed Snake Lyrics

[Intro: Gunna]
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Shit, me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
I bought me a Benz, it came with a shank
I fuck on your friends, I fuck on your bae
Every time I pretend, it came with a bait (Uh-huh)
I was in a Royce, I was seeing space
‘Bouta fuck a bitch brain, my DM’s late
Bitch, you ain’t my sensei
You could use my nut to cleanse your face

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Bitch, drink my nut like E&J
I was fucked up bro, had to reinstate (Uh-huh)
Look and see I’m straight
We sexin’, we ain’t got a birthday cake (Uh-huh)
Gotta keep an AK
These niggas play games like arcade (Uh-huh)
Pull up in a Porsche
See you’re unloyal, had to part ways (Uh-huh)

[Verse 3: Young Thug & Gunna]
I drip on my dawg’s stage
I brought this shit down at the Barclays (Uh-huh)
I fucked her at Ross place
I ran it up, fillin’ my dawg’s safe (Uh-huh)
Cashed out on some dog, yay
You niggas was taught to follow the way (Uh-huh)
I blocked a thot today
Stop blowing up my number and stalkin’ my page (Uh-huh)
I got a thot, uh, I got a thot, hey
If I leave the spot, I go to the yacht, hey
New Gucci stocks, cover her twat, hey
Givenchy socks, dress up the spot, hey
Jeepers creepers, the gators got measles, shit
I fucked up the bank, bought a rose gold shank, yeah
No realer than this
Dunk with the assist, we hit us a lick (Lick)
Slime in that bitch
I went and got rich, my necklace glist’ (Yeah)
Two hundred a fist
One hundred my bitch, I’m real as it get (Uh huh)
Talkin’ that shit, I hope your kids still humped all your kids
They hit up my mans
They caught him down bad, I want some revenge
I ran up them M’s
Need cash in my bank or pull up in a Brinks

[Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
I don’t got no time to be late
I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
Hey, constantly dodging the grave
The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
Gotta keep the family straight
We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
I done ran up a whole mil’
I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
Got racks all inside the safe
If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

[Verse 4: Young Thug & Gunna]
Top off the Benz, the one with no space
It’s drivin’ itself, hit the gas and the brakes
I had her bent inside of the Wraith
The size, the tint, the curtain, the weight
I had to sprint all way to the end
I lost some old friends, couldn’t keep up the pace
Copped the new Lam’ and put it on land
These fuck niggas mad, I see it in they face
The jet that I’m on, its muzzle got Wraith
I’m dodging the rain and I’m dodging the hate
I don’t need a pass ’cause I’m not in school
You playin’, you gon’ be another cold case
My diamonds gon’ dance, they come and enhance
My dick in her hand, I bet it get ate
I spent sixty bands on one of my cases
The paperwork in, my co-D is safe
YSL, we the guys
We murder him and his tribe
I show you around like a spy
This city is mine ’til I die, ah
Patek the rock, ah
Soon up, we shoot at your spot, ah
Perfectly aim for the top, ah
Fuckin’ your ho ’til she tired, yeah
Yeah, just look at these rocks, uh
Lil’ mama got top, it’s wet as a mop, whoa
I creep in the spot
It’s knot knots on me on the way out
Got too many vibes
She feelin’ my brother, we swiggity-swap (Thugger)
Keep sendin’ him Dots
I’m gon’ free my cousin, I won’t let him rot
You sent me a dyke
I fucked her so good, I got her back right
It’s locked, and she got Suge jaws
But I never want the key to the heart, nah
She say my music art
And love it when I’m rappin’ with a guitar
We really came from the A
My shit flowin’, havin’ plenty of bars

[Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
I don’t got no time to be late
I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
Hey, constantly dodging the grave
The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
Gotta keep the family straight
We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
I done ran up a whole mil’
I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
Got racks all inside the safe
If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

[Outro: Gunna]
Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh (Aimin’ at a gate)
Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate (Aimin’ at a gate, mmh)
(Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate)

Chance The Rapper – My Own Thing lyrics

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’ma do my own thing
I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
Please don’t hit me in my DM
Promise that my BM gonna slide when she see ’em
I know she gonna see ’em ’cause I’m defa finna show her
Take her to the culprit then I take her to the store (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She just like my personal space, got a circular waist
Pull my shirt when she work, work, work, work, work
If you work in my space, better keep that shit ‘fessional
I don’t like to be bothered when I work, work, work, work
Please leave me the fuck alone, new fiancée, that’s my cologne
Doin’ too much and sayin’ too much, that’s how y’all ass end up alone
I’ma just pimp off, you a send-off, I don’t really ever like to get involved
Got a baby, got a house, got in-laws, go and kick rocks

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’ma do my own thing
I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
Just let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing, yeah

[Verse 2: Joey Purp (Chance the Rapper)]
Okay, don’t mind if it don’t pay me, it ain’t my biz
How you gon’ raise yo’ voice?
Gon’ raise yo’ money, won’t raise yo’ kids? (What?)
Bad little bitty in the city that I’m in (Yeah)
When I go and travel, I might have to take her with
She said, “How the car stop but the rims don’t?”
Ain’t wanna leave but I had to go, like Trey Songz
I was 18 with a ’98 (Yup) sellin’ 28s
Now I’m 25 sellin’ 16s (Yup), it’s a hunnid ways
My new girl a freak, she my type, she unique
Make her sang when we bang, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet
Tell my ex it’s a dub, that’s a wop, that’s unlikely
Put a bustdown of my wifey, like Gucci Mane, so icy

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’ma do my own thing
I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
Just let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing, yeah

Lil Durk – Don’t Talk To Me (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yeah
Ayy, what Blac Youngsta tell them hoes? (Toot toot)

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
I can’t get enough of it, all of this jealousy
I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
In my DM meddlin’, off the X, that ecstasy

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Seven hundred for the Vetements, I’m a boss, not a gentleman
All my hoes intelligent, can’t set me up, Tori Brixx
I like my bitches lit, I spend a bag of checks
Ecstasy, Tesla, Amiri jeans fetish
Look at my world, let’s get in to it, look at this lean, addicted to it
While he off the leaf, embalming fluid, shoppin’ spree, I overdo it, yeah
Stick talk stick talk (Chick chick, bang), sneak diss, this stick talk (Chick chick, bang)
I don’t talk, just stick talk (Chick chick, bang), I’m with niggas that stick talk (Brrah)
Go to Europe to get all the euros, yes sir, designer apparel
Chapo, need to find the heroin, broke bitch, that vibe’ll kill you

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
I can’t get enough of it, all of this jealousy
I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
In my DM meddlin’, off the X, that ecstasy

[Verse 2: Gunna]
I can’t get enough of it (Can’t get enough of it), I shootout in public (I shootout in public)
My soda is bubbly (Soda is bubbly), my chest and neck watery (Chest and neck watery)
I turned to a better me, the Hellcat got hella speed
She want methamphetamines (Yeah), hope you don’t never leave (Hope you don’t never leave)
I’m movin’ like Billy Jean (Like Billy Jean), a leopard Amiri jeans (Yeah)
D&G but I’ve been a king (I’ve been a king), family, you can’t get between (You can’t get between)
Don’t you please try to intervene, Gunna drippin’ by any means (By any means)
Elliot got my jewelry clean (My jewelry clean), got a rose and white wedding ring (White wedding ring)
I married the presidents (The presidents), I ain’t leavin’ no evidence (No evidence)
Slimy life, I’m not scared of shit (Nah), fuck her face. let her eat the dick (Let her eat the dick)
Can’t deny, that’s just what it is (Yeah), I’ma take care my brother’s kids (My brother’s kids)
Got it out of a muddy ditch (Yeah), we done brought all the hundreds in (The hundreds in)

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)

[Verse 3: Juice WRLD]
Dunk on a bitch like John Wall, codeine, no Cristal
Bomb on a bitch like Chris Paul, made money, I’m pissed off
Your bitch gave me a blowjob, and you kissed her
I just been runnin’ the dough up, early the money, no hold up
Codeine my cup, ain’t no Folgers, she crack that shit like a soldier
I sell rock to your momma, rockstar, whippin’ the rock up
He say he gon’ pull up, he don’t want no drama, mobbin’ with them shooters
Get to the cake, no birthday, I overlap these niggas, first place
Shoot a fuck nigga in the air with a AK
Should’ve never been around here in the first place
These .50 cal, earthquake, run up a check like, wow, relay
I’m on top right now, gettin’ top from a thot, can’t talk right now

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
I can’t get enough of it, all of this jealousy
I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
In my DM meddlin’, off the X, that ecstasy

Tee Grizzley – Bitches On Bitches Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Yeah, bitches on bitches
Ooh, bitches on bitches, yeah, yeah, Lil Pump
Ooh, bitches on bitches, ooh, ooh
Ooh, J Gramm

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
My bitch thick with a bag (Thick)
My bitch rich with a ass (Thick)
Lame niggas don’t get to grab (Lame ass)
Fuck niggas don’t get to smash (Fuck nigga)
Weak hoes don’t get a pass (At all)
Installation and bundles, two racks (Two racks)
Niggas stay in her DM’s (DM’s)
Big ass, nice titties, waist snatched (Waist snatched)
In the streets, on the net, I’m trending (I’m trending)
Ride in the Ghost with all bitches (Skrrt)
Niggas layin’ in your bushes, they blend in (Killers)
Fuck a bitch from the back, make her thicker (Shut up, slut)
She slurp me up, but I ain’t lick her (At all)
Threw her some count, had to tip her (I did)
If you not gon’ rain in them clubs (Them clubs)
You don’t deserve to see the strippers

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Thirties on thirties (Ooh)
Wear a lot of Louis, lot of Fendi and Versace (Ooh)
I don’t stress hoes, left her waitin’ in the lobby (Nope)
Show the AP when I see the paparazzi (AP, ooh)
Left wrist, right wrist wet (Ooh)
Got a new Patek and it cost more than your damn rent (Wow)
Last week, I had a threesome on a jet (Damn)
Got my auntie cookin’ up dope like a chef (Yeah, ooh)
Whip it up, Lil Pump, fuck it up, count it up (Brrt)
Pull up in a ‘Rari, take a shit on your Acura (Ooh)
Smash on your thottie, drop her off at Santa Monica (Huh?)
And the fake followers you got, it ain’t adding up (No)
Hit a ho from the back, throw her off a ladder (Ladder)
Bring a bitch back, she had to see a chiropractor (Ooh)
I don’t even care, bitch, I’m rich, it don’t matter (No)
You got a bad bitch, oh well, mine badder (Ooh, ooh)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

Chris Brown – Had To Do It… Sorry DJ Khaled Lyrics

[Intro: Michael Jackson & DJ Khaled]
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
We the Best Music!
You gotta feel that beat
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
Another one
I wanna rock with you
DJ Khaled!

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
I’ve been looking for a BM
‘Bout to see this boy slide, that’s a DM
Yeah, got into her DM (ayy)
And I started lining up for the PM, baby (woah)
I need a one, two, three-some
I need a girl to throw it back like a refund, I don’t mind
Feel that beat (that beat), baby
Bounce that ass and I’m grabbing it like a rebound

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
‘Cause I want a fatty on me
‘Cause I keep a Magnum on me
Don’t mind, take your time on me
Late night, rub that ass on me, girl
Where you at? I’m tryna find ya (yep)
I hope them other fellas nevermind ya, yeah, yeah
So I can pull down your blinds, girl, I swear

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
We can rock, we can rock the
Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
And my pad on the East Side, B side
Now you down like a beach towel
I, want the breakfast in bed
Body soft like butter spread, girl, you a snack (yikes!)
Got that bass in your trunk (oh!)
And two Chevy’s side to side (woo)
We can ride all night, ’cause I’m all papers now

[Pre-Chorus 2: Chris Brown]
I need a fatty on me
I keep a Magnum on me
Don’t pack 24 karats
Really, I’m all in it, girl (hey)
Where you at? I’m right behind ya, yeah
And tell them other niggas don’t bother (yeah)
‘Cause I’ma love you all night, yeah, I swear, yeah (oh)

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
We can rock, we can rock the
Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Good morning, my moses
French toast and French kiss is what I want
Yeah, Folgers, stay over
Sweat pants and hair up in a pony, ha
You know I love that fresh face, ooh, woah
Up in that bag, already packed
Bring that ass over to my place (ow!)
Bring that ass to my place, come on (ooh, hoo)
My house, place, place

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
We can rock, we can rock the
Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

[Outro: Michael Jackson]
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
Share that beat of love
I wanna rock with you

Juice WRLD – London Tipton Lyrics

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I’ve been runnin’ off on plugs, I need to rob another one
I’ve been rubbin’ off on all these niggas, cause they steal the sauce
Fuck niggas and hatin’ hoes, bitch I hate those
That lil bitch goes “hiss, hiss”, she a snake hoe
Somethin’ like a bad kid, I don’t listen
Baby these not advils, these perscriptions
I just dropped a xan bar, in my Lipton
I’m livin’ the sweet life, London Tipton

[Verse: Juice WRLD]
Damn hoe, damn hoe
You ain’t no fair
Fast life, fast life, no slow here
Got a Columbian plug, she a coke head
Told her come and ride dick like Moped
Take off, then she take her shirt off
Start the car, then skrt off
Then she take her skirt off
I love poppin’ pills, mix it with the Smirnoff
Told me when I get too high and throw up, that’s a turn off
Light my demons on fire and pray to god they burn off
I ain’t birdman baby, but I’m still Stunna
Drip or Drown with the sauce, like my name Gunna
I like percocets way more than Marijuanna

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I’ve been runnin’ off on plugs, I need to rob another one
I’ve been rubbin’ off on all these niggas, cause they steal the sauce
Fuck niggas and hatin’ hoes, bitch I hate those
That lil bitch goes “hiss, hiss”, she a snake hoe
Somethin’ like a bad kid, I don’t listen
Baby these not advils, these perscriptions
I just dropped a xan bar, in my Lipton
I’m livin’ the sweet life, London Tipton

[Verse: Doobie Dalil]
Get it how you live then, fuck my enemies
I just put a pyramid, in my Hennessey
I’m in the streets, and if she got an ass I’m prolly in her cheeks
She like “I gave Doobie some pussy, he don’t remember me” I never do
Slidin’ in my DM, who the hell is you
Vibin in this bitch, I’m smokin stank and eatin’ edibles
Fuck it if it do not benefit, or bring us revenue
50 on my glizzy, one up top how I prepare to shoot
Gang bitch, run off on the plug, it’s the gang shit
It’s like I don’t even wipe my ass, how I stain shit
Fuck her rough, choke her while I slam it like I’m camb, bitch
And I swear I don’t [?] my dick inside the same bitch

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I’ve been runnin’ off on plugs, I need to rob another one
I’ve been rubbin’ off on all these niggas, cause they steal the sauce
Fuck niggas and hatin’ hoes, bitch I hate those
That lil bitch goes “hiss, hiss”, she a snake hoe
Somethin’ like a bad kid, I don’t listen
Baby these not advils, these perscriptions
I just dropped a xan bar, in my Lipton
I’m livin’ the sweet life, London Tipton

Stefflon Don – Ding-A-Ling lyrics

(feat. Skepta)

[Chorus]
Ding-a-ling
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling

[Verse 1: Stefflon Don]
So this likkle brudda wanna be the man
Sliding in my DM’s on Instagram
I don’t know if he know who the fuck I am
But somebody best tell him who the fuck I am
She’s Stefflon Don, 5’5″
Big tits, brown eyes
See them dick pics? She ain’t really ’bout that life
She’ll gun buck your mum then slap your wife
Oh, I got bruddas waiting at the door
Couple more bruddas down the road on the floor
Oh, pussy getting double encores
This pussy ain’t never been on tour
Still pussy get wetter than a seashore
Diced pineapples make him wanna eat more
Fuckin’ up some commas in pyjamas if a bredda bring the drama, I’ma bring the llama, do it like Obama

[Chorus]
Ding-a-ling
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my

[Verse 2: Skepta]
Yeah
Me and my girl in matching hoodies, that’s autumn winter
She don’t wanna build and link up
Nah, she’s is not inna that mix up
Them artist could not draw this picture
Sex so good, I forgot to eat
Sex so good, I forgot to sleep
This is my princess, this ain’t a bitch
Your ting needs to put on the leash
Don’t put me in that competition
Man, like me, I’m in pole position
Walked in a dance like spot, the difference
Gold chain looking like a pot to piss in
We nearly went separate ways
But I made a grown decision
We let bygones be bygones
We do not go to vision

[Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Ding-a-ling
(Nuff man wan’ me fi ride me ‘pon the ting)
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
(Two side, mek batty jaw just swing)
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
(‘Cause you ain’t the bitch, you da Don Dada)
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
(Dressed in all black like a bank robber)
I want you to play with my

[Refrain: Stefflon Don]
Nuff man wan’ me fi ride me ‘pon the ting
Nuff man wan’ me fi ride me ‘pon the ting
Two side, mek batty jaw just swing
Two side, mek batty jaw just swing
‘Cause you ain’t the bitch, you da Don Dada
Tell a dutty gyal seh she can’t tame me
‘Cause you ain’t the bitch, you da Don Dada
Big ’45 mi seh no safety

[Interlude: Stefflon Don]
Play, play, play, pl-pl-play
I want you to play with my
Play, play, tell a dutty gyal seh she can’t tame me, pl-pl-play
Big ’45 mi seh no safety

[Chorus]
Ding-a-ling
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling

[Outro]
Play, play, play, pl-pl-play
I want you to play with my
Play, play, tell a dutty gyal seh she can’t tame me, pl-pl-play
Big ’45 mi seh no safety

MATT OX – BIG ENUFF lyrics

[Intro]
Aye, aye, yah yah yah yah, yah

[Verse]
I can’t hang with ya’ll
Ya’ll ain’t big enuff
Flippin’, whippin’, drippin’
Now we’re young and livin’
It done been a minute
Now its down to business
Now we’re young and going super saiyan
Groupies geekin’ they wanna hang
I ain’t signing a god damn thing
I be workin’ with the wave
Working on dying that’s the gang
Now these label’s callin’
I’m young and big ballin’
Now these haters fallin’
Now your girl be talkin’
Now all these haters flockin’
Every song I’m toppin’
Diamonds on me shinin’
And you know I’m grindin’
Slide up in the DM
She got a man, don’t see him
I’m in a new arena
You can’t see me I’m John Cena
I can see me, you can’t see me
Diamonds on me, Fiji
Full of money, and I’m not greedy
And my homies gon’ need me, yeah, aye

LILNEDBIGBY – Fine China lyrics

(feat. Lil Tay)

[Intro: Lil Tay]
“Mommy, stop! I was recording!”

[Chorus]
You thought it was Tay, but it’s NEDBIGBY instead
After this diss, your career will be dead
You were in my DM, you you leave me on read
Now you’re big in numbers, but your ego’s like your head (small)
You’re in little league, Lil Tay a mini minor
I travel the world just to break your fine china
You ain’t innocent like Mark Zuccie on the trial
Sent me flex vids, then you post it, you’re a liar

[Verse]
Hold a hunnid ‘front of all the ones like it ain’t real
Everyone around you starts to laugh, like you sealed the deal
Low expectations and quality like a Happy Meal
I baked you at 375 like I’m making veal
Verified on Insta but not qualified for pre-k
Soon everyone will know the downfall of Lil Tay
Imma end this verse with your father’s dialect
Not “ESKEETIT” but “Did it feel good though?” is what I meant

[Chorus]
You thought it was Tay, but it’s NEDBIGBY instead
After this diss, your career will be dead
You were in my DM, you you leave me on read
Now you’re big in numbers, but your ego’s like your head (small)
You’re in little league, Lil Tay a mini minor
I travel the world just to break your fine china
You ain’t innocent like Mark Zuccie on the trial
Sent me flex vids, then you post it, you’re a liar

Marc E. Bassy – HALL OF FAME Lyrics

[Chorus]
Mama said “Every day is like this”
Breaking you down, roll you a spliff
But you come making it twist
Just so they know I got a grip
It’s foolish, it’s foolish, it’s foolish
We can just do this, just do this, just do this
Baby I got me a list
Got some DM’s, right on that hit
Try on the coat, doing [?]
We in the lab, making these hits
It’s foolish, it’s foolish, it’s foolish
We can just do this, just do this, just do this
And I stay right outside of the game
And tell my self “Don’t make no claims”
But now you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
But now you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
Yeah, first bat in like 23
I might have to get off with me
Girl you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
Baby, my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame

[Bridge]
That last for ever
But what about right now
Girl you’re my treasure
Let me show you how

[Verse 1]
I got six figures, [?] wit you
Get seven figures, [?]
You old dude, that’s a midget wit you
But you always let me hit it denture
Yeah you never turn me down
Yeah I gotta give you the crown, oh-yeah
Them other girls, I couldn’t feel
Nothing, I was cold inside
You a first person golden eye
You the last one, up on the [?]
I’m charged up, I’m in overdrive
But this love song I just [heard it right?]
Thought I never would say this

[Chorus]
Mama said “Every day is like this”
Breaking you down, roll you a spliff
But you come making it twist
Just so they know I got a grip
It’s foolish, it’s foolish, it’s foolish
We can just do this, just do this, just do this
Baby I got me a list
Got some DM’s, right on that hit
Try on the coat, doing [?]
We in the lab, making these hits
It’s foolish, it’s foolish, it’s foolish
We can just do this, just do this, just do this
And I stay right outside of the game
And tell my self “Don’t make no claims”
But now you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
But now you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
Yeah, first bat in like 23
I might have to get off with me
Girl you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
Baby, my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame

TACONAFIDE – Tamagotchi lyrics

[Intro: Taco Hemingway]
Patrzyłem na ciebie przez szyby, pukałem do ciebie przez szkło
Pisałem do ciebie niewinne DM’y, to jeszcze nie to
Na oczy to ledwie już widzę, w Warszawie jest wszędzie ten smog
Pamiętasz, chcieliśmy być sami, a w mieście to wszędzie jest tłok

[Zwrotka 1: Taco Hemingway]
Nasze pokolenie – Tamagotchi (ej)
Dziwne urządzenie bada oczy (ej)
Smutek kiedy siedzę w samolocie (ej)
Stewardessa do mnie gada o czymś (wow)
Lata wokół mnie, ma talię osy
A ja jestem zakochany w kobiecie, co ma mnie dosyć
Stop, chcę do niej wracać i szarpać włosy
Może w sumie wyśpiewamy operę z nią na dwa głosy (wow)
Znowu mam hikikomori
Biznes – liczę te kwity powoli
Bliscy – chcą do kliniki pogonić
Fifi znów liczy te pliki, bo boli
Fani lubią, kiedy znów cierpisz
Piję łychę, piszę płytę, czeka room service
Ściany milczą niby król Kendrick
Młody Fifi – pół Biggie, pół Elvis

[Refren x4: Quebonafide & Taco Hemingway]
Tylko pić, jeść, spać, jak Tamagotchi

[Zwrotka 2: Quebonafide]
Pić, jeść kochać, a ty wbić się w lokal
Jak zobaczę na Back Stage’ach zrobię wyjście smoka
Ciągle dźwigam jakiś ciężar no a niknę w oczach
Bo uśmiechasz do mnie się tylko na tych emotach
Pusty materac mam jak Airbnb
Potrzebuję opieki tak jak Furby
Spotkanie z tobą w klubie jest jak derby
Kochanie obudź mnie jak kubek Yerby
Weź mi pomóż sprawić, że to serce pyknie mi jak Tamagotchi
Netflix w domu, bo chyba nie mam siły dłużej łazić sam po nocy
Stop, w mojej głowie tysiąc pytań, rozwiązuję quiz
Czy zamówić miłość dzisiaj tak jak Uber Eats?
Nie wiem co mi gra w tej duszy, ale muszę bis
W życiu przecież chodzi o to żeby głównie żyć, co nie?
Tinder strzela tak jak pistolet
Nie chcę wytapetowanej damy tylko ikonę
Bo jak nie nauczy mnie niczego to mi nic po niej
Bo jak nie nauczy mnie niczego to…

[Refren x4: Quebonafide & Taco Hemingway]
Tylko pić, jeść, spać, jak Tamagotchi

[Zwrotka 3: Quebonafide & Taco Hemingway]
Pić, nie gadać, znowu widzę dramat
No bo zawsze kiedy wyjdę w miasto idzie fama
Stary ziomo pyta ile zrobił Szprycer siana
Dziwne trochę, nie odbierał kiedy kwit się nie zgadzał
Teraz trzasnąć foto, chciałby trzasnąć foto
Znowu nieprawdziwy uśmiech jak pod wargą botoks
Pytam ją czy lubi cisze, bo jak tak to spoko
Robiliśmy biznes jak czytałeś Kajko i Kokosz
Robię pliki dla niej, liczę pliki dla niej
Nie mam siły się uśmiechać, nienawidzę kamer
Oni znowu się sprzedają, no bo kwitnie handel
Gdy robiłem hajs oglądałeś Disney Channel
Nie mam siły gadać, czekasz kiedy kliknę
Ale moje mądre zdania teraz niezbyt liczne
Znowu bredzę mumble rap, ona Kendrick przy mnie
Twoje zdjęcie – double tap prawie przebił szybkę
Tamagotchi, Tamagotchi, Tamagotchi, Tamagotchi, Tamagotchi, Tamagotchi, Tamagotchi, Tamagotchi, Tamagotchi, Tamagotchi, Tamagotchi, Tamagotchi, Tamagotchi, Tamagotchi, Tamagotchi

[Outro: Taco Hemingway]
Patrzyłem na ciebie przez szyby, pukałem do ciebie przez szkło
Pisałem do ciebie niewinne DM’y, to jeszcze nie to
Na oczy to ledwie już widzę, w Warszawie jest wszędzie ten smog
Pamiętasz, chcieliśmy być sami, a w mieście to wszędzie jest tłok

Cardi B – On Fleek lyrics

[Hook]
I pull up, like what’s up, everything on fleek
I do it nice, seven days a week
Like oh my, oh my, oh my God
I don’t do nothing for free you know I got to charge
When I’m done, they be like you better
You better, you better, you better
When that check come I be like
You better, you better, you better

[Verse 1]
I’m Cardi exotic, my ice retarded
I walk in the party get started
Murder scene he want all this
Your bitch I demolish on fleek is what you call it
This not a game, fuck is you saying
Bullshit is something I don’t entertain
Come correct if gon’ call out my name
Not talking money I’m switching these lanes, like swerve
Now watch me, now watch me, swag surf
Boy you better respect the curve
I’m on my bullshit, fuck what you heard
Oh you ain’t know, well you gon’ learn

[Hook]
I pull up like what’s up, everything on fleek
I do it nice, seven days a week
Like oh my, oh my, oh my God
I don’t do nothing for free you know I got to charge
When I’m done, they be like you better
You better, you better, you better
When that check come I be like
You better, you better, you better

[Verse 2]
Fleek the definition of me
I keep it in check papi
I am a whole different breed
I’m Cardi, capiche
Them other ones can’t compete
I make bitches want to retreat
I go to the desert for weeks
When I come back I come back with heat
Now they be all up in my DM
Tryna get Cardi B to PM
I swear to God I don’t see ’em
I’m high up in the hills like The Weeknd

[Hook]
I pull like what’s up, everything on fleek
I do it nice, seven days a week
Like oh my, oh my, oh my God
I don’t do nothing for free you know I got to charge
When I’m done, they be like you better
Do better, you better, you better
When that check come I be like
You better, you better, you better

Lil Baby – Bank lyrics

(feat. Moneybagg Yo)

[Intro]
Run that back Turbo

[Hook: Lil Baby]
Lotta blue hunnids they came from the bank
I drank this shit by the pint
If we leave then we fucking tonight
Jeans expensive they fitting me tight
I can’t do this the rest of my life
Free the bros down the road doing life
Trying to sleep every night with a knife
Know it’s hard but you gotta survive
Man they got twenty deep on the flight
Going wherever we like
You can go with us too if you like
I’m on top and I’m hot it feel nice
Fuck with snakes cause you niggas be mice
Diamonds hitting who cut off the lights
In the clouds we balling like Mike
Niggas be fake as fuck

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Soon as I get my money I’m gon blow it
Fuck that, I’ma take mine and put it up
I got some foreign baddies in my DM they hitting me up
They trying to get on the plane today and come hit me up
She had the finest brain that I ever had
I gave her everything that I never had
I’m going next level on some more shit
These niggas dead broke on some hoe shit
Running that money up til I get tired
He said I wouldn’t make it he lied
He calling me out [?]
I’m doing that shit for the guys
She looked at my side like ‘Who is that guy?’
That’s my lil brother G5
They call him Stephen, I call him Curry
That nigga shoot out your eye

[Hook: Lil Baby]
Lotta blue hunnids they came from the bank
I drank this shit by the pint
If we leave then we fucking tonight
Jeans expensive they fitting me tight
I can’t do this the rest of my life
Free the bros down the road doing life
Trying to sleep every night with a knife
Know it’s hard but you gotta survive
Man they got twenty deep on the flight
Going wherever we like
You can go with us too if you like
I’m on top and I’m hot it feel nice
Fuck with snakes cause you niggas be mice
Diamonds hitting who cut off the lights
In the clouds we balling like Mike
Niggas be fake as fuck

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
Residue on me I’m fresh out the trap (bando)
I got a dose on my lap
I keep the ratchet like [?]
Hundred round shots in the strap
I’m on their face like a slap
You think you know me you jap (lingo)
I hit your bitch she was wide open
I’m in her stomach like cramps
(Yeah, what’d you do? How’d you do it?)
Soon as I got my money I ran through it
(I fucked up some commas)
I couldn’t believe I said something, I thought I blew it
(I thought it was all gone)
I just downed a whole pint, I’m under the influence
Then I popped an Adderall to give me endurance
I’m up I cannot get tired, your bitch on molly she wired
[?] with Moneybagg Myers
Plenty chains, clang clang, 50k plain Jane
Go get some money quit saying you can’t
They thought I was born in the vault of the bank

[Hook: Lil Baby]
Lotta blue hunnids they came from the bank
I drank this shit by the pint
If we leave then we fucking tonight
Jeans expensive they fitting me tight
I can’t do this the rest of my life
Free the bros down the road doing life
Trying to sleep every night with a knife
Know it’s hard but you gotta survive
Man they got twenty deep on the flight
Going wherever we like
You can go with us too if you like
I’m on top and I’m hot it feel nice
Fuck with snakes cause you niggas be mice
Diamonds hitting who cut off the lights
In the clouds we balling like Mike
Niggas be fake as fuck

NAV – Wanted You lyrics

(feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Girl]
Where you at?
At my house
Let me see that ass
What you say?
I said “let me see that ass”
That ass
Oh, you on some naked shit
Hahaha
I’m on my way
Stop lyin’
I’m on my way, bye

[Verse 1: NAV]
I’m ashamed of all the things that I was doing for you
Should’ve known that all these girls the same and they ain’t loyal
She a freak, took her to Nobu, on a beach (yeah)
Just to eat, Louboutins all on her feet (yeah)
Where you get the money for them shoes, girl?
You hit me on my DM like a fangirl (whoa, whoa)
Did you want me or did you want these bands, girl? (whoa, whoa)
Now I know you just another Instagram girl (whoa, whoa)
She almost made me think that all she want is me (yeah)
I hit the club and she the first one that I see
Said that she there cause she know promoters in the club (yeah)
Come to find out that my homeboy hit her up (whoa, whoa, whoa)

[Hook: NAV]
All this ice, I need a freezer, mhm
Whip it up, egg beater, mhm
Whipping up two-seaters
Said she love me, don’t believe her, mhm
Can’t be mediocre, mhm
Twenty on her choker, mhm
Fuck her, I don’t know her, yeah
Give me face, like poker
Whoa, can’t believe I wanted you
Whoa, I can’t believe I wanted you, yeah
Girl, I can’t believe I wanted you
Girl, I can’t believe I wanted you

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
No, no, no, no, I don’t need you (I don’t need you)
No, no, no, no, I don’t need you (I don’t need you)
Man, I swear these girls are see-through (translucent)
Stevie Wonder, I can’t see you (can’t do this)
She so hurt, I’m so irked, she get on my nerve (what?)
My head hurt, matter fact, kick her to the curb (bye-bye)
Found out that she with him, like this verse, get murked (huh?)
My chopper, eagle dispersed, yeah, probably die before it hurt, aye
Cartier lens, I’m on lurk, uh, twenty-thousand for a fur, ooh (yeah)
What would she do for a purse? (huh?) She said she’ll give me a Perc’ (thirty)
My new bitch better, so I cannot sweat her, don’t talk to that girl, that’s a curve (now what)
Speakin’ of sweater, my neck is so frozen it looking just like an iceberg

[Hook: NAV]
All this ice I need a freezer, mhm
Whip it up, egg beater, mhm
Whipping up two-seaters
Said she love me, don’t believe her, mhm
Can’t be mediocre, mhm
Twenty on her choker, mhm
Fuck her, I don’t know her, yeah
Give me face, like poker
Whoa, can’t believe I wanted you
Whoa, I can’t believe I wanted you, yeah
Girl, I can’t believe I wanted you
Girl, I can’t believe I wanted you

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert & NAV (both)]
Uzi they, used to make, fun of you (dress it up)
Yeah, all my hundreds blue
Whoa, little bitch, I’m done with you (I’m done with you)
Hit it from the back while Uzi stand in front of you (yeah)
23, but I had her when I was 22 (what?)
I can’t wife that girl, she fucked like twenty dudes (brown boy)
You can’t get a kiss, can’t get caught tounging you (Lil Uzi)
I got lots of girls, no, there ain’t just one of you (that true)
Off-White on my Prestos, all these girls I’m running through (I’m running through it)
I can’t text her back, these Franklins what I’m thumbing through (blue hunnos)
Fuck a finger in that bitch, I use a thumb or two (yeah)
Made her number one and you ain’t even number two

[Hook: NAV & Lil Uzi Vert]
All this ice I need a freezer, mhm
Whip it up, egg beater, mhm
Whipping up two-seaters (skrrt, skrrt)
Said she love me, don’t believe her, mhm
Can’t be mediocre, mhm
Twenty on her choker, mhm
Fuck her, I don’t know her, yeah
Give me face, like poker
Whoa, can’t believe I wanted you
Whoa, I can’t believe I wanted you, yeah
Girl, I can’t believe I wanted you
Girl, I can’t believe I wanted you