Rich Brian – Cold

[Verse 1]
Saw a car crash, it remind me of our first date
And I went back, got massages at that one place
Always brought friends but today I feel like doin’ this shit alone
Callin’ my dad when I wanna hear some wisdom
Callin’ my cab alcohol up in my system
Saw a fist fight and that shit don’t even make me scared no more
Man, I never been the one to be alone
All my friends are always hittin’ up my phone
Everyday is spent with everybody, never on my own
But today I’m by myself and I don’t even feel alone
Like to smoke cigs every time I feel the outside
Like to play chicks but get mad when they get new guys
You don’t get me but I don’t blame you, I don’t get myself
Pressin’ on keys, got my life so sweet man
GoFundMe on your bitch’s pinned tweet man
Bumpin’ oldies as I try to dick her down
She said give it to me now, and I can’t help but listen
She go, "Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh"
Slippery sign all over my door
Show some attitude and bitch I won’t show
Expectation high, I feel like a drone
2018, I got some new goals
Not checkin’ my statement ’til I got 4 mill
Rushin’ all year like I commit roadkill
Killin’ everybody like I’m in a wrong deal
Do triple checks on every move I make
Work ’til I’m tired then sip on some latte
Only do shit if we do it my way
Everything gon’ depend on what I say
(3, 4)

[Verse 2]
Aye, hold up, wait a second
Man, my flow on lethal weapon
Hit ’em with the rhymin’ pattern
Put these rappers under pressure
This feel like Armageddon
If she witcha I’ma get her
Cut you off like Jerry Heller
She gon’ need another fella
I don’t take drugs, I just take naps
Find another girl to eat up like I hate snacks
Dick gon’ make her choke like reflux, gotta relax
Man, yo’ shit is borin’ and it’s makin’ me go sleep fast
And I always care ’bout everybody but myself
That’s the life of a Virgo, never gettin’ mad
That’s not the Brian that we know
I just weighed my heart, it’s about 30 kilos
I just fucked a lady and she ’bout 30 years old
Rappin’ on this instrumentals, feelin’ like a hero
Never usin’ triplet flows because I’m not a Migo
Only lastin’ longer ’cause I’m drunk, I don’t think she knows
Only thing that matters that my dick is like my ego
They wishin’ I’ma fail
These days, no picnics, ain’t no fun and games
Still motherfuckas always got a lot to say
Never got love, so they spreadin’ all this hate oh, oh
Man they always actin’ real tough
But I show up for a show and they just wanna leave town
People sayin’ that my words are colder than the winter
It’s Brian not Brita, so I’ll never have a filter

Rich Brian – Cold Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Saw a car crash, it remind me of our first date
And I went back, got massages at that one place
Always brought friends but today I feel like doin’ this shit alone
Callin’ my dad when I wanna hear some wisdom
Callin’ my cab alcohol up in my system
Saw a fist fight and that shit don’t even make me scared no more
Man, I never been the one to be alone
All my friends are always hittin’ up my phone
Everyday is spent with everybody, never on my own
But today I’m by myself and I don’t even feel alone
Like to smoke cigs every time I feel the outside
Like to play chicks but get mad when they get new guys
You don’t get me but I don’t blame you, I don’t get myself
Pressin’ on keys, got my life so sweet man
Go-Fund me on your bitch’s pinned tweet man
Bumpin’ oldies as I try to dick her down
She said give it to me now, and I can’t help but listen
She go, “Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh”
Slippery sign all over my door
Show some attitude and bitch I won’t show
Expectation high, I feel like a drone
2018, I got some new goals
Not checkin’ my statement ’til I got 4 mill
Rushin’ all year like I commit roadkill
Killin’ everybody like I’m in a wrong deal
Do triple checks on every move I make
Work ’til I’m tired then sip on some latte
Only do shit if we do it my way
Everything gon’ depend on what I say
(3, 4)

[Verse 2]
Aye, hold up, wait a second
Man, my flow on lethal weapon
Hit ’em with the rhymin’ pattern
Put these rappers under pressure
This feel like Armageddon
If she witcha I’ma get her
Cut you off like Jerry Heller
She gon’ need another fella
I don’t take drugs, I just take naps
Find another girl to eat up like I hate snacks
Dick gon’ make her choke like reflux, gotta relax
Man, yo’ shit is borin’ and it’s makin’ me go sleep fast
And I always care ’bout everybody but myself
That’s the life of a Virgo, never gettin’ mad
That’s not the Brian that we know
I just weighed my heart, it’s about 30 kilos
I just fucked a lady and she ’bout 30 years old
Rappin’ on this instrumentals, feelin’ like a hero
Never usin’ triplet flows because I’m not a Migo
Only lastin’ longer ’cause I’m drunk, I don’t think she knows
Only thing that matters that my dick is like my ego
They wishin’ I’ma fail
These days, no picnics, ain’t no fun and games
Still motherfuckas always got a lot to say
Never got love, so they spreadin’ all this hate oh, oh
Man they always actin’ real tough
But I show up for a show and they just wanna leave town
People sayin’ that my words are colder than the winter
It’s Brian not Brita, so I’ll never have a filter

Skyzoo – Bamboo

My man said that he bamboo on the steps
Tell him what you can or can’t do for a tech
My man said that he bamboo on the steps
Tell him what you can or can’t do for a tech

And he said, the strap black like fab 5 apparel
Sweet 16 running laps outta the barrel
Said it sing lullabies that’ll wrap you like a carol
Ducking that is like juggling laps with a Camaro
Counting turns into weighing when there’s a market
Both sides of it just came in here for a target
One got a bottle awaiting covered in sparklers
The other got a dot, a aim, and a full cartridge
Empty that and your rep will jump out the room
Word of mouth, murder out, connecting you like a loop
Put your name in the lights or whatever you might assume
Til your rep’s so high that your weapon done got a groove
Said the purchase as sweet as Amel Larrieux is
Strip something down with the bow, no cupids
Both hands on makes it easy for you to shoot with
Hands up will tell you you need it before you through with

My man said that he bamboo on the steps
Tell him what you can or can’t do for a tech
My man said that he bamboo on the steps
One by one, hand in hand with his connect
My man said that he bamboo on the steps
Tell him what you can or can’t do for a tech
My man said that he bamboo on the steps
Every 24 he done ran thru what was left

My man said that he bamboo by the benches
Hand you a coveted handle for the trenches
Custi’ said there’s beef in the scramble with his business
Copped one, blammed duke and it ran duke out his senses
Clientele spreads everything but his name
Even getting yelp reviews, shit is insane
The lane he was carving brought him one even wider
Roofless, drop jeeps and 645’ers
Ruthless, Eric and Jerry Heller conspirers
Like we gonn’ get this loot up and won’t a rumor divide us
Joints laid out in the trunk look like a line up
Ask how they got to the K, to no surprises
Dude wholesaling looks nothing like you and I but
You need son to get thru the door with no colliding
Funny thing about it you look inside of his ride and
He had a make America great hat on the side of him
Typical, clearing out the visuals
You walking with a Panther or here for residuals?
He said that they don’t make ’em in the Stuy or the D or the Chi
But believe if they flying Ima sling a few

Dude wholesaling looks nothing like you and I but
You need son to get thru the door with no colliding
Funny thing about it you look inside of his ride and
He had a make America great hat on the side of him
Typical, clearing out the visuals
You walking with a Panther or here for residuals
He said that they don’t make ’em in the Stuy or the D or the Chi
But believe if they flying Ima sling a few

Juelz Santana – Drake Voic

[Intro]
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana

[Hook]
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom

[Verse]
I feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hanging out the Phantom
Oh wait, who the fuck I think I’m fooling
I just feel like my damn self
Caught you lil [?]
Told ’em sample Drake Voice, make that my anthem
I’m Hype Williams with a handheld
Bobby Brown with a handscale
Y’all niggas on a treadmill
Just runnin’ at a stand still
I’m that motherfucking nigga homie, that’s just something that I can’t help
All these sucker MC’s, that’s just something that I can’t feel
Was I with your bitch last night, that’s just something that I can’t tell
Gotta fuck with niggas doing better
Can’t fuck with niggas doing lesser
All these fake niggas doing extra
Til you put them underneath some pressure
It’s like niggas in a rat race, they tryna see who can tell the fastest
Tell ’em niggas go that way, that or they momma picking out caskets
I done gave so much help out
Niggas don’t appreciate shit
So it’s time to help myself out
These niggas always gon’ forget
It’s 2017 nigga everbody giddy up, all bets took
Triple double on these niggas every night got me feeling like Westbrook
Got the basics on ’em like a textbook
Getting to the money, smoking best kush
I ain’t worried ’bout none of you niggas
I’m just worried ’bout how my checks look
My new bitch she the baddest so I ain’t worried ’bout how my ex look
But I’ve seen a picture of that bitch
And she got that my life’s a mess look
All these fucking Twitter threats, you gon’ kill this you gon’ injure that
Like the police ain’t got the internet
Man, real niggas ain’t into that
When it’s real nigga we getting into that
No chitter chat, we come through
Hate shit you still talking, we spinning back getting rid of that
Niggas better chill, life cheap on the block
Where we from we see a lot
Niggas get popped tryna be who they not
Niggas don’t know how to dress
No stylist I be all kinda fresh
I’m a big fiend for Amaury jeans cause they fit good and the pockets stretch
Big wad and the small tool on me, yeah nigga that’s my pocket wrench
Leap frog, I hopped the fence
Like you ain’t got no fucking common sense
And I’ma start busting on your ass like I ain’t got no fucking kinda sense
Aw man, they ain’t ready for me
Aw man, they ain’t ready for me
Probably got your bitch somewhere butt naked ’bout to get ready for me
Had to cut a lot of niggas off but I realize they was never for me
You tryna get that right now paper, I’m tryna get that forever money
Just a nigga with a attitude, tryna get that Jerry Heller money
I’m ruthless in the booth bitch
Ice on, lights on, I’m too lit
Car, cool whip and the roof lift
Forgiatos offset it
Bowlegged how the coupe sit
Here that boy go stunting again, yeah I’m back on my bullshit

[Hook]
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom

Juelz Santana – Drake Voice Lyrics

[Intro]
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana

[Hook]
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom

[Verse]
I feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hanging out the Phantom
Oh wait, who the fuck I think I’m fooling
I just feel like my damn self
Caught you lil [?] Drake Voice, make that my anthem
I’m Hype Williams with a handheld
Bobby Brown with a handscale
Y’all niggas on a treadmill
Just runnin’ at a stand still
I’m that motherfucking nigga homie, that’s just something that I can’t help
All these sucker MC’s, that’s just something that I can’t feel
Was I with your bitch last night, that’s just something that I can’t tell
Gotta fuck with niggas doing better
Can’t fuck with niggas doing lesser
All these fake niggas doing extra
Til you put them underneath some pressure
It’s like niggas in a rat race, they tryna see who can tell the fastest
Tell ’em niggas go that way, that or they momma picking out caskets
I done gave so much help out
Niggas don’t appreciate shit
So it’s time to help myself out
These niggas always gon’ forget
It’s 2017 nigga everbody giddy up, all bets took
Triple double on these niggas every night got me feeling like Westbrook
Got the basics on ’em like a textbook
Getting to the money, smoking best kush
I ain’t worried ’bout none of you niggas
I’m just worried ’bout how my checks look
My new bitch she the baddest so I ain’t worried ’bout how my ex look
But I’ve seen a picture of that bitch and she got that [?]
All these fucking Twitter threats, you gon’ kill this you gon’ injure that
Like the police ain’t got the internet
Man, real niggas ain’t into that
When it’s real nigga we getting into that
No chitter chat, we come through
Hate shit you still talking, we spinning back getting rid of that
Niggas better chill, life cheap on the block
Where we from we see a lot
Niggas get popped tryna be who they not
Niggas don’t know how to dress
No stylist I be all kinda fresh
I’m a big fiend for Aumary jeans cause they fit good and the pockets stretch
Big wad and the small tool on me, yeah nigga that’s my pocket wrench
Leap frog, I hopped the fence
Like you ain’t got no fucking common sense
And I’ma start busting on your ass like I ain’t got no fucking kinda sense
Aw man, they ain’t ready for me
Aw man, they ain’t ready for me
Probably got your bitch somewhere butt naked ’bout to get ready for me
Had to cut a lot of niggas off but I realize they was never for me
You tryna get that right now paper, I’m tryna get that forever money
Just a nigga with a attitude, tryna get that Jerry Heller money
I’m ruthless in the booth bitch
Ice on, lights on, I’m too lit
Car, cool whip and the roof lift
Forgiatos offset it
Bowlegged how the coupe sit
Here that boy go stunting again, yeah I’m back on my bullshit

[Hook]
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom