Alec Benjamin – Lock me up for Life Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Well, I was walkin’ through some shops at the mall
A gold Versace watch was hangin’ up on the wall
And no, I didn’t have the money to ball
So I thought about takin’ it
I saw this movie playin’ up in my head
I walk outside and jack a Mercedes Benz
Go drivin’ down the 5 and even though it’s pretend
Maybe I’m a maniac

[Pre-Chorus]
If it were illegal to have evil in the mind
And they cut me open
Wonder, would they be surprised?
Or are there other people that are equally inclined
To think about the heinous things I think about

[Chorus]
Is it only me?
Is it unnatural to, to have these thoughts sometimes?
Am I alone, am I some type of criminal?
Oh, if they could read my mind
Would they lock me up for life?
Lock me up for life?
Oh, would they lock me up for life?
Lock me up for life?
Mmmm

[Verse 2]
There’s things I wouldn’t even say to my shrink
‘Cause I’m ashamed of what the doctor would think
Like when I felt alone and hated my life
So I thought about takin’ it
I saw this movie playin’ up in my head
Next to my casket were some family and friends
And even though I know that’s not how it ends
There was no shakin’ it

[Pre-Chorus]
If they forced a needle through a cortex in my brain
Wonder what they’d think, that maybe I had gone insane
Or are there other people that are equally deranged
And think about the heinous things I think about

[Chorus]
Is it only me?
Is it unnatural to, to have these thoughts sometimes?
Am I alone, am I some type of criminal?
Oh, if they could read my mind
Would they lock me up for life?
Lock me up for life?
Oh, would they lock me up for life?
Lock me up for life?
Mmmm

[Bridge]
Tell my mother that I love her
I’m not coming home from jail
I’m so sorry
I’m so sorry
And tell my father not to bother
Waste a dollar on my bill
I’m so sorry, hmm
I’m so sorry

[Chorus]
Is it only me?
Is it unnatural to, to have these thoughts sometimes?
Am I alone, am I some type of criminal?
Oh, if they could read my mind
Would they lock me up for life?
Lock me up for life?
Oh, would they lock me up for life?
Lock me up for life?

Aidan Fine – Ivy Lyrics

[Chorus]
Father if I
Promise to chase my dreams
Will you stand beside me
To make ends meet?
I’m drowning in my bloodstream
Will you cut the IV
And make me clean?

[Verse 1]
Sometimes I scare myself
With thoughts I can’t control
Last week my homie
Told me she been feeling real low
Cos some dude stays harassing her
She’s tryna let him go
But this the typa dude who pushes it
Even when she says no
And now you see my strife
If he so much as touches her
I might just end his life
And I am not the violent type
Thoughts keep me up at night
This the same kid who advocates
For love and positivity
But even in my mind
I know that ain’t nobody feeling me
Including me, I ask myself
Am I fooling me? Am I being true to me?
And one day when I die
Will I be happy with my eulogy?
God knows
And I’m so focused on perfection
I can’t help but over do it
To be honest I’m a human being
Scared of being human
All my haters come in second place
To how I treat myself
You could call my music trash
But that’s what I already felt
One day I big up myself
And next day I’m a hater
Wanna blow up so bad
I’m like God do me a favour
Just a couple million views
Maybe a grammy or two
And if I meet Beyonce
I would say she’s overrated
I’d go back to my high school
And stunt because I’m famous
Change my number, lose some friends
Get Chris his Mercedes Benz
Go to sleep inside my mansion
And get my a mom house
With a personal chef
So she don’t have to feed 5 mouths
I’d wake up in the morning
See my wifey and my family
See I achieved all my dreams
And I can finally be happy

[Chorus]
Father if I
Promise to chase my dreams
Will you stand beside me
To make ends meet?
I’m drowning in my bloodstream
Will you cut the IV
And make me clean?

[Verse 2]
I’m a hypocrite
At least I deal with it
See, Kanye dropped a track
Told my friends that it was trash
But I get up in my feelings
When somebody calls me wack
Let me grow
Because I know
I know your dreams’ll run away
And that’s why we call it a chase
I hoping you would notice
I been growing at some pace
When I look up in the mirror
I don’t even see my face
Tunnel vision for my goals
Keep me focused on my rolls
Producer, writer, rapper, engineer
I’m on a mission
I do everything that Russ does
Don’t need the recognition
I’m a free man, I haven’t sold my brain
Not my soul, not a record
Chance The Rapper in this game
Aidan Fine is the name
On the copyright message
Only time I sell my soul
If I’m selling vinyl records
Yeah, but you don’t see my vision
I’m not here for your respect
I’m just tryna be myself
And let my music say the rest

The Game – Hug the Block Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
My daddy died, I paid for his whole funeral
I get it, I was supposed to
But after that, if you knew what I had to go through
You would understand why I wanted inside that hole too
You ain’t even give me a hug or a pound yet
Askin’ for money, daddy ain’t even in the ground yet
That ain’t what bros do
How you spend your whole life with a stranger you call your brother that don’t know you?
2006 Bentley coupe parked at Nobu
I was your bulletproof vest when them Crips tried to smoke you
Shit be hurtin’ my heart so I approached you
We on the same team but you think I’m tryna coach you
I was in first class, I looked back
You was mad so I gave up my seat and sat in coach too
Here’s somethin’ to toast to
I bought the weed, the blunts, you smoked that and the roach too

[Chorus]
(Calling) All this stress got me pourin’ shots
(Out to) Can’t hug my daddy so I hug the block
(All my) You supposed to be my family but I know you not (Family)
(Calling) All this stress got me pourin’ shots
(Out to) Can’t hug my daddy so I hug the block
(All my) You supposed to be my family but I know you not (Family)

[Verse 2]
Over a bitch, dawg? All this shit over a bitch, dawg?
I mean, really, over this bitch, dawg?
I was LeBron, you were supposed to be my Rich Paul
Baby to Slim when a nigga got rich, dawg
But your love turn to hate, that’s what we split for
When the fuck you get soft
And start talkin’ behind my back like baby mamas when they pissed off?
I couldn’t fuck with your energy when the shits off
Hate it or love it video inside that ’64
Me and 50 was the twin towers
You hit us from the inside and watch both them shits fall
I almost died, you ain’t save me then
You ain’t patch the bullet holes in my Mercedes Benz
You hate me now, you hate me then
I remember the way you looked at me in my baby crib
My brother’s keeper, right?

[Chorus]
(Calling) All this stress got me pourin’ shots
(Out to) Can’t hug my daddy so I hug the block
(All my) You supposed to be my family but I know you not (Family)
(Calling) All this stress got me pourin’ shots
(Out to) Can’t hug my daddy so I hug the block
(All my) You supposed to be my family but I know you not (Family)

[Verse 3]
I can’t believe this life took my pops
We fightin’ each other and we both look like pops
Nah, I take that back, I look like pops
And when I see you, you look like opps
You look like Biggie, I look like ‘Pac
Fuck it, we could both die, all this shit is for nothin’
I’d kill my own brother, I ain’t bluffin’
It’s a temptation of mine and you look like David Ruffin
I can see you all my enemies in a dark room
Or maybe I’m hallucinatin’ like I’m off shrooms
But I’m not, you mad my life is a movie
And you been hatin’ since turnin’ off my cartoons
All this shit bottled inside, I’m ’bout to blow up
Pimp the butterflies in my stomach before I throw up
So what? I got this Hennessy, it’s time to pour up
You 44 years old nigga, it’s time to grow up

[Chorus]
(Calling) All this stress got me pourin’ shots
(Out to) Can’t hug my daddy so I hug the block
(All my) You supposed to be my family but I know you not (Family)
(Calling) All this stress got me pourin’ shots
(Out to) Can’t hug my daddy so I hug the block
(All my) You supposed to be my family but I know you not (Family)

[Outro]
Calling all my family, yeah
Calling all my family

Young Thug – Love Me Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
This for all the bitches that, know what I’m sayin
Know what stand down mean, know what I’m sayin’?
Billboard Hitmakers
Uh, yeahh
Thugger!

[Hook]
I want you to do the best you can when you love me
I want you to do the best you can when you fuck me
I want you to do the best you can when you love me
I just want to do the best, just want to do the best
You’re all I need, you’re all I need
You’re all I need, you’re all I need
Feel like a champion, swear to god
You’re all I need, you’re all I need

[Verse 1]
Mercedes Benz
On my tag team yeah, I just wanna win
Oh yeah, and I dont care nothin’ bout your past in the streets
Drop it low for the boss, she like my stroke on the boss
She said know that them bars and I drop the soap when I’m with her
Yeah I’m power strokin’ ‘gainst the wall ,I asked her “sup” she said “nothing”
I had to ask a couple bars ,and they all told me she ain’t fraud, aye
You a real one yeah, you a real one baby
I perform with a quote, I turn my skills on baby
Oh woah woah, you got your heels on baby
Imma [?] but first Imma ask if she ready
Balling no chemo, I just wanna see you
I just wanna lead you, bank account filled with zeros
I wanna be your hero, I wanna be your number one negro
Yeah, we know

[Hook]
I want you to do the best you can when you love me
I want you to do the best you can when you fuck me
I want you to do the best you can when you love me
I just want to do the best, just want to do the best
You’re all I need, you’re all I need
You’re all I need, you’re all I need
Feel like a champion, swear to god
You’re all I need, you’re all I need

[Verse 2]
Cut your bitch like a saw, I don’t wanna eat it in the dark
That [?] spray got me lost, these bitches treat me like I’m god
I would tell you ’bout them boys, but you should already know
You got these bitches ready to brawl, you fuckin’ up the whole [?]
Got you ballin’ no chemo, buy your bitch a bag on the D-lo
I was stumblin’ past, I done seen those and
I want dreads like I’m [?]
Imma send a cab to your crib, oh
Imma big ol’ gangster, call em Nino
Hit it from the back, yeah she know
And they all bad, all pink toes
You in the cab, tell them speed up
Teach you how to [?] with yo’ feet up
Got me in the mountains when I’m G’d up
Jumpin off a rock with my speedos
I [?] the check about your ego
I got no time for your ego
When I’m in your town, Imma hit it up
Then beat it up

[Hook]
I want you to do the best you can when you love me
I want you to do the best you can when you leave me
I want you to do the best you can when you need me
I just want to do the best, just want to do the best
Me and you get the world yeah, yeah
Me and you will get the whole wild world
You’re all I need, you’re all I need
You’re all I need, you’re all I need
You’re all I need, you’re all I need
You’re all I need, you’re all I need oh yeah

JAY-Z – ’03 Bonnie & Clyde lyrics

(feat. Beyoncé)

[talking]
Uhh uhh uhh.
You ready B? Let’s go get ’em..

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Look for me! Young, B
Cruisin down the westside – high, way
Doing what we like to do – our, way
Eyes behind shades, this necklace the reason
All of my dates been blind dates
But today, I got my thoroughest girl wit me
I’m mashin the gas, she’s grabbin the wheel, it’s trippy how hard
She rides with me – the new Bobby and Whitney
Only time we don’t speak is during “Sex and the City”
She gets Carrie fever, but soon as the show is over
She’s right back to being my soldier
Cuz mami’s a rider, and I’m a roller
Put us together, how they gon’ stop both us?
What ever she lacks, I’m right over her shoulder
When I’m off track mami is keepin me focused
So let’s, lock this down like it’s supposed to be
The ’03 Bonnie and Clyde, Hov’ and B

[Chorus:]
[Jay] All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend.
[Bey] Down to ride ’til the very end, it’s me and my boyfriend.
[Jay] All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend.
[Bey] Down to ride ’til the very end, it’s me and my boyfriend.

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
The problem is, you dudes treat the one that you lovin
With the same respect that you treat the one that you humpin
Now they ’bout nothin – if ever you mad about somethin
It won’t be that; oh no it won’t be that
I don’t be at, places where we comfy at
With no be-atch; oh no you won’t see that
And no, I ain’t perfect – nobody walkin this earth’s surface is
But girlfriend, work with the kid
I keep you workin’ at Hermes, Birkin Bag
Manolo Blahnik, Timbs, aviator lens
600 drops, Mercedes Benz
The only time you wear Burberry to swim
And I don’t have to worry, only worry is him
She do anything necessary for him
And I do anything necessary for her
So don’t let the necessary occur, yep!

[Chorus:]

[Beyonce]
(Talk to ’em B)
If I was your girlfriend
I’ll be there for you, if somebody hurts you
Even if that sombody’s me
Yeah-hee (break it down for ’em)
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be
And so I put this on my life
Nobody or nothing will ever come between us
And I promise I’ll give my life
My love and my trust if you was my boyfriend
Put this on my life
The air that I breathe in, all that I believe in
I promise I’ll give my life
My love and my trust if you was my boyfriend

[Chorus:]

Quinn XCII – Tourist lyrics

[Verse 1]
There’s a house over the hill that somebody died in
There’s a pool down in the backyard I would love to lie in
It’s the first time that I’m in the Hills, I kind of like it
So I hope you don’t leave me alone
You got celebs on your left and right working the night shift
Can’t tell if they lying to my face, they come off righteous
No way I could match the old days to what half this night is
So I pray you don’t leave me alone

[Chorus]
Pain dripping on my leather seats with windows down
‘Cause it hurts for me to know, hurts for me to know
Veins ripping, oh, don’t let them see how I changed the sound
Yeah, it hurts for me to know
I’m not a tourist no more, no more

[Verse 2]
Mercedes Benz on these narrow streets I’m tryna ride in
Drug dealers in their mansions that they love to hide in
Dog days, but melancholy nights, we start to like this
So I hope that you leave me alone

[Chorus]
Pain dripping on my leather seats with windows down
‘Cause it hurts for me to know, hurts for me to know
Veins ripping, oh, don’t let them see how I changed the sound
Yeah, it hurts for me to know
I’m not a tourist no more, no more
I’m not a tourist no more, no more, no

[Bridge]
10 years have gone by and I’m burning up, I’m burning up
Remind me now, why did I run out here?
Rumors on the side that I’m earning some, but not enough
Money and love from you is true

[Chorus]
Pain dripping on my leather seats as windows down
‘Cause it hurts for me to know, hurts for me to know
Veins ripping, oh, don’t let them see how I changed the sound
Yeah, it hurts for me to know
I’m not a tourist no more, no more
I’m not a tourist no more, no more
I’m not a tourist, no

Kodak Black – Helluva Love Lyrics

[Intro]
Remember hitting licks and I’ma saying this man
And I just got my mom a Mercedes Benz
Helluva
Helluva one
Helluva

[Hook]
Helluva he always keep a helluva one
I can’t love you back cause that’s a helluva love
Never cheat on me cause I ain’t regular
I’m wondering if they real the way they say they are
Yeah, Helluva he always keep a helluva one
I can’t love you back cause that’s a helluva love
Never cheat on me cause I ain’t regular
I’m wondering if they real the way they say they are

[Verse 1]
Yeah I just got my mom a new Mercedes Benz
Said I don’t like that [?]
I roll it and I face it up
She can’t keep no job with her lil lazy self
She can’t get no job with her lil lazy self
I [?] turned up with my crazy self
I get so much money with my ugly ass
You’ll run up on me, I’ma bust his ass
I might self destruct because I love to spaz
You think I’m walking death because I stay in my bed
I’m fresh to death I’m putting it nigga in the bag
I break my momma heart and put it in the cast
I’m bleeding when I’m stepping I might need a nurse
I hop out kill the scene and put it in the dirt
Kodak Black I never hesitate to yellow tape
I hop out kill the scene and put it on a shirt

[Hook]
Helluva he always keep a helluva one
I can’t love you back cause that’s a helluva love
Never cheat on me cause I ain’t regular
I’m wondering if they real the way they say they are
Yeah, Helluva he always keep a helluva one
I can’t love you back cause that’s a helluva love
Never cheat on me cause I ain’t regular
I’m wondering if they real the way they say they are

[Verse 2]
Page 57 that’s a special [?]
I hope I go to heaven cause I’m not the devil
I pull up crack your melon and I roll up a blunt
I’m getting this cheese I call it sandwich that is on a crossiant
All these niggas just be clapping just be smacking niggas
I was really clapping like I ran off a plug
Doing fraud is my advantage I be in them funds
Rapping is my habit I be rapping for fun
They think I’m from Milwaukee I hit the [?] got a [?]
She think I’m acting cocky I can’t love you I cannot just lust
I just lust, I don’t get too passionate
Play too many games I wanna whack a bitch

[Hook]
Helluva he always keep a helluva one
I can’t love you back cause that’s a helluva love
Never cheat on me cause I ain’t regular
I’m wondering if they real the way they say they are
Yeah, Helluva he always keep a helluva one
I can’t love you back cause that’s a helluva love
Never cheat on me cause I ain’t regular
I’m wondering if they real the way they say they are

P!nk – Revenge (feat. Eminem)

[Intro: P!nk]
Mhm, mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm

[Verse 1: P!nk]
Like Leo in "The Revenant," Abel in that Bible bit
Revenge is sweet, isn’t it? Really, really hope for it
I know that it won’t fix a thing, a song like this that I could sing
For you (mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm)
All the feels you make me do, a nightmare fuckin’ comin’ true
I wish I was a lawyer, I would sue you
Sue you, take your dog, take your house, take your shoes
Take your heart, and now here comes that singin’ part

[Pre-Hook: P!nk]
I’m daydreamin’, let me count the ways
How I’ll get you or how I’ll make you pay
(Mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm)
Babe, I’m hurtin’ and now you’ll feel the same
That’s my plan, that’s my plan, that’s my plan
(Mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm)

[Hook: P!nk]
We could do revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge together, together, together
We could take revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge is sweet
We could do revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge together, together, together
We could take revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge is sweet (now, now)

[Verse 2: P!nk]
Now here’s where girlfriends come in hand, especially those that understand
Crime’s a crime, but listen, man, really cannot give a damn
We’ve all been through this kind of thing, say the word we make it sting
For him (mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm)
He can’t just get away with it, eye for eye, you piece of shit
You treat us like a garbage pit, let me at him, wait for it, wait for it, wait for it
Here’s that singin’ part again
(Mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm)

[Pre-Hook: P!nk]
I’m daydreamin’ (I’m daydreamin’), let me count the ways (let me count the ways)
How I’ll get you (how I’ll get you), or how I’ll make you pay (you pay)
Babe, I’m hurtin’ (I’m hurtin’) and now you’ll feel the same (feel the same)
That’s my plan, that’s my plan, that’s my plan
(Mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm)

[Hook: P!nk]
We could do revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge together, together, together
We could take revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge is sweet
We could do revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge together, together, together
We could take revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge is sweet (revenge is sweet)

[Verse 3: Eminem]
Well, in the beginning we
Felt like we was meant to be, I fell for you and skinned my knee
But hell, with any injury, eventually you’ll get up gingerly
Feels like it’ll take a century to heal, but just know that I will
(Mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm)
But fuck tryna make amends, I’d rather take revenge
You’re stickin’ safety pins inside my atrium
Your day begins at 8 p.m.
You hit the ATM in my Mercedes Benz
With all your lady friends, whores!
Hit the club and you go out don’t know a sum, ’cause when I calculate
The times you cheated and I total up all the amounts
It doesn’t add up
‘Cause you say that just giving out your number doesn’t count, get it (I hate you)
And then see me with someone new, get mad and flip it, look how bad you spin it
First you turn your back on me, then tell me that I stabbed you in it
Stabbed you in it, stabbed you in it
Stabbed you in it, stabbed you in it (sluuut!)
So when you’re driving, driving to his house
And you pass me while I’m driving to hers
Just remember, you cheated on me first
You’re a whore, you’re a whore, this is war, fellas, ladies

[Hook: Eminem & P!nk]
We could do revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge together, together, together (oh-ohh)
We could take revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge is sweet (so sweet, oh-ohh)
We could do revenge revenge, revenge
Revenge together, together, together
We could take revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge is sweet

[Outro: Eminem & P!nk]
Fuck yeah
Fuck no

Blowin minds – Chief Keef feat. Asap Rocky lyrics

Lyrics Chief Keef – Blowin minds

All new watch, that b*tch blowin minds
When we show up, you know it’s showtime
I don’t skateboard, but I’m on my grind
Hundred thousand, all hundreds, it’ll blow a b*tch mind.

When I was in the jungle we was blowin’ 9s
Just hit a nigga b*tch for the second time
And you know I gotta cross the finish line
You can’t stand me b*tch? Sit it down.

When we in the field, it’s a touchdown
And you know your b*tch is a bustdown
She gon’ turn around and get turnt out
Hopped up in a foreign car, then I burnt out.

I don’t waste time on the FaceTime
R.I.P the p***y, leave it face down
Two best friends at the same time
Two best friends at the same time
Flava Flav clock by my waist line
I find it funny how she blow time
Forward lil mama cause she hold it down
Nickname her Karma ’cause she go around
When she come around, better not f*ck around
Write a couple bars, I bet I blow your mind
Deadly with the pins, I don’t bowl around
Mercedes Benz, I roll around
Like 80 bands, when I walk around.

All new watch, that b*tch blow minds
When we show up, you know it’s showtime
I don’t skateboard, but I’m on my grind
Hundred thousands, all hundreds, it’ll blow a b*tch mind.

When I was in the jungle, we was blowing 9s
Just hit a nigga b*tch for the second time
And you know I gotta cross the finish line
You can’t stand me b*tch? Sit it down.

In the Hellcat, yeah, burning out
Let the window down, yeah, air it out
Lay a nigga down, ooh, lay him down
I’ma hit that bih with a hundred rounds!
All my b*tches bad, and they poking out
Pull up with them knots, yeah, I’m ashin’ out
Aston Martin coupe, yeah, cashing out
All black Rollie, yeah, bust down.

All new watch, that b*tch blow minds
When we show up, you know it’s showtime
I don’t skateboard, but I’m on my grind
Hundred thousands, all hundreds, it’ll blow a b*tch mind.

What’s the word?
I just saw your hoe up on the strip and she look thirsty
Gave that hoe my number, told her call me up for certain
Yeah, I know what’s it’s worth versuri-lyrics.info
Give that p***y up, and if it’s wet, I’ll buy a purse
(I don’t be trickin’) Ridin’ in my Murc’
Seat way back, bumpin’ new Lil Uzi Vert, aye
Diamonds dance like Carlton
You can see them through my shirt, aye
Flexin’ on these niggas, know they see me and it hurt
(Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex)
Flexin’ on these niggas, I be with them geeks
But make one phone call, you get hit up.

All new watch, that b*tch blowin minds
When we show up, you know it’s showtime
I don’t skateboard, but I’m on my grind
Hundred thousands, all hundreds, it’ll blow a b*tch mind.

When I was in the jungle, we was blowing 9’s
Just hit a nigga b*tch for the second time
And you know I gotta cross the finish line
You can’t stand me b*tch? Sit it downnn.
Chief Keef lyrics
Video minds

YG – Pop It, Shake It (feat. DJ Mustard)

[Verse 1: YG]
This is not just another dance sooooong
This that, "Baby did you leave ya man home?"
Kuz I’m tryna party like I’m grown
I’m tryna get the lap dance with my eyes closed, yeah
You my type, my type and I’m starving
I think you fit my appetite
Kan you live up to the hype?
I be cautious, I klean you up with the Wet Wipes
She a stripper, but she bad tho
Got back on her feet
She was doing bad though
Made it out the struggle
I respect her hustle, yeah
Fuck it, put her in a mansion, yeah
Fuck it, make sure the Rollie matching, yeah
If you an independent woman, yeah
Mercedes Benz, Celine bag
You ain’t ever gotta tell her
And she know she bad

[Chorus: YG]
Let me see you, no hands
Let me see you pop it like rubber bands
Kan you make me feel like the man?
Kan you sit it all in my right hand?
Uh ohhhhhh
Pop it, shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, pop it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it

[Verse 2: YG]
Dammmn, yeah she moving kinda fast though (fast though)
Tryna keep up, but I don’t wanna crash though (crash though)
Baby got back though
She the type you sneak out the back door
Show me what you working with, drop it down, do a split
Damn girl, you bad as shit
She a vegan, but she still thick
I’m that nigga, I’m that nigga, westside
G bitch, big spender, big tipper
Grab the ones, bring the liquor
Lemme rap to ya in the basement, Big Tigger
And Jay got B and I’m YG, pop that on me
Jay got B and I’m YG, girl pop that pussy on me

[Chorus: YG]
Let me see you, no hands
Let me see you pop it like rubber bands
Kan you make me feel like the man?
Kan you sit it all in my right hand?
Uh ohhhhhh
Pop it, shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, pop it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it

[Bridge: DJ Mustard]
All my independent ladies, go’n shake something, go ‘head
Shake something ’til ya break something, oh yeah
Twerk something, baby, twerk something, go head
Shake something, baby, shake something
All my independent ladies, go’n shake something, go ‘head
Shake something ’til ya break something, oh yeah
Twerk something, baby, twerk something
Twerk, twerk something, lemme know you worth something

[Chorus: YG]
Let me see you, no hands
Let me see you pop it like rubber bands
Kan you make me feel like the man?
Kan you sit it all in my right hand?
Uh ohhhhhh
Pop it, shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, pop it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it

Freddie Gibbs – 20 Karat Jesus (You Only Live 2Wice Album)

Part 1

[Intro]
Yeah, kane
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
My ambitions as a rider, nigga
Survival off that powder, nigga
Currently smoking that kill in the hills
Where you can’t find a nigga
Crack cocaine, microwave
Dealer was on that type of nigga
No sleep, bags under my eyes is designer, nigga
Blinded and misguided, nigga
Heavenly father take the wheel
I’m on the interstate with some Guerrillas
With shit can get me like 200 years
Thug in the pen, I need forgiveness
I’m living like a every decision a sin
I know my niggas don’t want me to win
Jealousy, chopping off all of my friends

[Bridge]
I ride with that white-white
Just like Fight Night we be weighin’ in
P.D is my pieces, 20 karats, Jesus say amen
Tricked off on my new bitch, she was half black and Malaysian
Spent my last 200 thou’ on a bird and a Mercedes Benz
My dog used to pull up in a ’99 GS300
Fresh up on the highway with the higher power, how you want it?
First these hoes ain’t want it, now they only here to Michael Jones it
Mama said you live next door to death if you live in the moment

[Verse 2]
I-I-I be kickin’ shit like Solange in the elevator
The goal when you try to kick that dope
Stuck on the respirator
Got symptoms of withdrawal from the fall when I used to ball
I show you how in one summer one nigga could lose it all
Like why we gotta feel this pain in our friends and family though
My cellie like to walk around in his sleep I rather stay woke
I must evoke, these are the results of the realest shit that I wrote
These hoes get in the wind, burn that ass quick like Galaxy Notes

[Bridge]
Thats why I ride with that white-white
Just like Fight Night we be weighin’ in
P.D is my pieces, 20 karats, Jesus say amen
Tricked off on my new bitch, she was half black and Malaysian
Split my last two hundered thou’ on a bird and Mercedes Benz
My dog used to pull up in a ’99 GS-300
Fresh up off the highway with the higher power, how you want it?
First these hoes ain’t want it now they only here to Michael Jones it
Mama said you live next door to death if you live in the moment

[Verse 3]
I-I-I be kickin shit just like Rodman did the camera man
I peel 100 dope like the poppy seed in Afghanistan
I been to drop by nuts but these cabbage hands do damage nigga
Rips from the clip leave you stiff, mannequin challenge nigga
Me and my chips with dip boy ain’t no play play ’bout that Frito-Lay
Tried to give me ten I beat the case so it’s gon’ be okay
Fresh up on the highway with the higher power, how you want it?
Mama say I live next door to the death ’cause I live in the moment

[Outro]
Don’t live in the moment
Don’t live in the moment
I’ll be there in the morning
Nigga I’m living in the moment
I’ll be there in the morning
I’ll be there in the morning
I’ll be there in the morning

Part 2

[Intro]
Yah
Kane baby
I drank holy water

[Verse 1]
Quarter brick, half a brick, holy shit, whole shit
Scar across my face, strap on my shoulder on some Tony shit
Taught myself the streets, you know my pop ain’t never taught me shit
‘Cept "Fuck a friend you gon’ be solo in your coffin bitch"
Walkin’ home from work my .44 pulled up what I’m walking with
Old folks out the church say "He need Jesus that boy off a bit"
Preacher’s daughter said "I’ll let you fuck it just might cost a bit"
Type a shit a nigga been through make you dog a bitch
Lost a bitch a bitch, married these streets, she prenup you can’t divorce her
Lying from my cell electrical tape on my tape recorder, sucker shit
Don’t blow your money, young nigga pay your lawyer
Niggas is wrapped in electrical tape
They walking tape recorders, yeah

[Break]
Yeah, bitch your first motherfucing mixtape was a snitch tape
You ain’t think I knew that shit though I know though

[Verse 2]
Quarter brick, half a brick, holy shit, whole shit
Drove on 65, brought 65 I sold the whole shit
Popo searched my cutlass on the road I got my own shit
Boy you know the rules they pick you up don’t call my phone bitch
Boy you know the rules that shit don’t jump unless you sold it down
S.W.A.T Team break, they cut the water off, can’t flush the toilet down
454 my motor down
Got green, got dough, got yola now
They playin’ they suffer exposure now
This rapper shit just for the posers now
The losers now, all these bitch niggas got videos up with their toolies out
Everybody flashing real money, niggas card credit, getting visa money
I don’t knock it I just do the dope and blow it
I gotta get it so I gotta see the money
Y’all remember peacing out 28th to get the blunt liquor and a piece of money young nigga

[Outro]
Young Nigga
Stay smooth, stay solid nigga
These niggas put your name on anything but a prayer
Amen
Glory be to God, what’s happening pimps?
It is I, the alpha and omega, the original righteous player
You know what I’m talking about?
It’s your boy Jesus man
Yes my nigga Jesus is your homeboy
Say it again so I can uh reiterate it man
Your minds not ready and your heart’s not open
You know what I’m saying?
That’s what’s wrong with you man
You doing all that coveting
You trying to, you wan’t what other niggas got
You not even just paying attention to your gift nigga
God gave you a gift nigga
Pay attention to what he got for you
You, other niggas over here
Yah he could sell dope real good, that’s not your lane my nigga
God gave you hands, you a chef my nigga
Chef up that boysenberry crème brûlée man

YG – Pop It, Shake It Lyrics

[Verse 1: YG]
This is not just another dance sooooong
This that, “Baby did you leave ya man home?”
Kuz I’m tryna party like I’m grown
I’m tryna get the lap dance with my eyes closed, yeah
You my type, my type and I’m starving
I think you fit my appetite
Kan you live up to the hype?
I be cautious, I klean you up with the Wet Wipes
She a stripper, but she bad tho
Got back on her feet
She was doing bad though
Made it out the struggle
I respect her hustle, yeah
Fuck it, put her in a mansion, yeah
Fuck it, make sure the Rollie matching, yeah
If you an independent woman, yeah
Mercedes Benz, Celine bag
You ain’t ever gotta tell her
And she know she bad

[Chorus: YG]
Let me see you, no hands
Let me see you pop it like rubber bands
Kan you make me feel like the man?
Kan you sit it all in my right hand?
Uh ohhhhhh
Pop it, shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, pop it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it

[Verse 2: YG]
Dammmn, yeah she moving kinda fast though (fast though)
Tryna keep up, but I don’t wanna crash though (crash though)
Baby got back though
She the type you sneak out the back door
Show me what you working with, drop it down, do a split
Damn girl, you bad as shit
She a vegan, but she still thick
I’m that nigga, I’m that nigga, westside
G bitch, big spender, big tipper
Grab the ones, bring the liquor
Lemme rap to ya in the basement, Big Tigger
And Jay got B and I’m YG, pop that on me
Jay got B and I’m YG, girl pop that pussy on me

[Chorus: YG]
Let me see you, no hands
Let me see you pop it like rubber bands
Kan you make me feel like the man?
Kan you sit it all in my right hand?
Uh ohhhhhh
Pop it, shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, pop it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it

[Bridge: DJ Mustard]
All my independent ladies, go’n shake something, go ‘head
Shake something ’til ya break something, oh yeah
Twerk something, baby, twerk something, go head
Shake something, baby, shake something
All my independent ladies, go’n shake something, go ‘head
Shake something ’til ya break something, oh yeah
Twerk something, baby, twerk something
Twerk, twerk something, lemme know you worth something

[Chorus: YG]
Let me see you, no hands
Let me see you pop it like rubber bands
Kan you make me feel like the man?
Kan you sit it all in my right hand?
Uh ohhhhhh
Pop it, shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, pop it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it

Young Dolph – Whole Lot

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 1]
One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
Big diamonds, big, timin’
One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Go get the money, nigga go
Got paper on my motherfucking mind
Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 2]
Pull up, jump out, something foreign
Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
A lot of whips, a lot of ice
A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

Young Dolph – Whole Lot (Gelato Album)

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 1]
One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
Big diamonds, big, timin’
One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Go get the money, nigga go
Got paper on my motherfucking mind
Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 2]
Pull up, jump out, something foreign
Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
A lot of whips, a lot of ice
A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

Young Dolph – Whole Lot Lyrics

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 1]
One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
Big diamonds, big, timin’
One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Go get the money, nigga go
Got paper on my motherfucking mind
Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 2]
Pull up, jump out, something foreign
Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
A lot of whips, a lot of ice
A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

P!nk – Get The Party Started

I’m comin’ up so you better you better get this party started
I’m comin’ up so you better you better get this party started
Get this party started on a Saturday night
Everybody’s waitin’ for me to arrive
Sendin’ out the message to all of my friends
We’ll be lookin’ flashy in my Mercedes Benz
I got lotsa style, got my gold diamond rings
I can go for miles if you know what I mean
I’m comin’ up so you better you better get this party started
I’m comin’ up so you better you better get this party started
Pumpin up the volume, breakin down’ to the beat
Cruisin’ through the west side
We’ll be checkin’ the scene
Boulevard is freakin’ as I’m comin’ up fast
I’ll be burnin’ rubber, you’ll be kissin’ my ass
Pull up to the bumper, get out of the car
License plate says Stunner number one Superstar
I’m comin’ up so you better you better get this party started
I’m comin’ up so you better you better get this party started
Get this party started
Makin’ my connection as I enter the room
Everybody’s chillin’ as I set up the groove
Pumpin’ up the volume with this brand new beat
Everybody’s dancin’ and their dancin’ for me
I’m your operator, you can call anytime
I’ll be your connection to the party line
I’m comin’ up so you better you better get this party started
I’m comin’ up so you better you better get this party started
I’m comin’ up so you better you better get this party started
I’m comin’ up so you better you better get this party started
Get this party started
Get this party started right now
Get this party started
Get this party started
Get this party started right now

The Killers – Hotel California

On a dark desert highway,
cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas,
rising up through the air

Up ahead in the distance,
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
This could be Heaven or this could be Hell

Then she lit up a candle
and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year
Any time of year
You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted,
she got the Mercedes Benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys,
that she calls friends

How they dance in the courtyard,
sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember,
some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain,
Please bring me my wine
He said, ‘we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They’re livin’ it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise
What a nice surprise
Bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling
The pink champagne on ice
And she said ‘we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
And in the master’s chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can’t kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
‘Relax,’ said the night man
We are programmed to receive
You can checkout any time you like
But you can never leave

The Killers – Hotel California Lyrics

On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air

Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
This could be Heaven or this could be Hell

Then she lit up a candle
And she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year
Any time of year
You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted
She got the Mercedes Benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
That she calls friends

How they dance in the courtyard
Sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember
Some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain
Please bring me my wine
He said, ‘we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They’re livin’ it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise
What a nice surprise
Bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling
The pink champagne on ice
And she said ‘we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
And in the master’s chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can’t kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
‘Relax,’ said the night man
We are programmed to receive
You can checkout any time you like
But you can never leave

P!nk – Get The Party Started lyrics

[Intro]
I’m comin’ up,
So you better get this party started.
I’m comin’ up,
So you better get this party started.

[Verse 1]
Get this party started on a Saturday night,
Everybody’s waitin’ for me to arrive.
Sendin’ out the message to all of my friends,
We’ll be lookin’ flashy in my Mercedes Benz.
I got lotsa style, check my gold diamond rings,
I can go for miles, if you know what I mean

[Chorus]
I’m comin’ up,
So you better get this party started.
(I’m comin’ up, I’m comin’)
I’m comin’ up,
So you better get this party started.

[Verse 2]
Pumpin’ up the volume, breakin’ down to the beat,
Cruisin’ through the west side, we’ll be checkin’ the scene.
Boulevard is freakin’ as I’m comin’ up fast,
I’ll be burnin’ rubber, you’ll be kissing my ass.
Pull up to the bumper, get out of the car
License plate says, stunner one number Superstar.

I[Chorus]
I’m comin’ up,
So you better get this party started.
(I’m comin’ up, I’m comin’)
I’m comin’ up,
So you better get this party started.
Get this party started.

[Verse 3]
Makin’ my connection as I enter the room,
Everybody’s chillin’ as I set up the groove.
Pumpin’ up the volume with this brand new beat,
Everybody’s dancin’ and they’re dancin’ for me.
I’m your operator, you can call anytime,
I’ll be your connection to the party line.

[Chorus]
I’m comin’ up,
So you better get this party started.
(I’m comin’ up, I’m comin’)
I’m comin’ up,
So you better get this party started.
Get this party started.

[Outro]
Get this party started
Get this party started
Get this part started right now
Get this party started
Get this party started
Get this party started right now