Drake – Toosie Slide Lyrics

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[Pre-Chorus]
Black leather gloves, no sequins (Yeah)
Buckles on the jacket, it’s Alyx shit
Nike crossbody, got a piece in it
Got a dance, but it’s really on some street shit
I’ma show you how

[Chorus]
It go right foot up, left foot, slide
Left foot up, right foot, slide
Basically, I’m sayin’, either way, we ’bout to slide, ayy
Can’t let this one slide, ayy

[Post-Chorus]
Don’t you wanna dance with me?
No? I can dance like Michael Jackson (Jackson)
I can give you the passion (Passion)
It’s a Thriller in the trap where we from
Baby, don’t you wanna dance with me?
No? I can dance like Michael Jackson
I can give you satisfaction
And you know we out here everyday with it
I’ma show you how to get it

[Chorus]
It go right foot up, left foot, slide
Left foot up, right foot, slide
Basically, I’m sayin’, either way, we ’bout to slide, ayy
Can’t let this one slide, ayy (Who’s babe?)

[Verse 1]
Two thousand shorties wanna tie the knot, ayy, yeah
Two hundred shooters on my brother’s block, woah, yeah
Petal off the rose like I love her not, maybe not
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I can’t stop, woah, yeah
Won’t stop, woah, yeah, never stop
Got so many opps, I be mistakin’ opps for other opps
Got so many people that I love out of troubled spots
Other than the family I got, it’s either you or me
That’s just how I think, it’s either you or me
This life got too deep for you, baby
Two or three of us about to creep where they stayin’

[Pre-Chorus]
Black leather gloves, no sequins
Buckles on the jacket, it’s Alyx shit
Nike crossbody, got a piece in it
Got a dance, but it’s really on some street shit
I’ma show you how to get it

[Chorus]
It go right foot up, left foot, slide
Left foot up, right foot, slide
Basically, I’m sayin’, either way, we ’bout to slide, ayy
Can’t let this one slide, ayy (Who’s babe?)

[Verse 2]
Toosie slide, then I hit it double time
Then I hit a spin ’cause we spun their block a couple times
If it’s not the right time, there’ll always be another time
I’m not even trippin’, we’ll just see ’em in the summertime, woah, yeah
Can’t describe the pressure I be puttin’ on myself, yeah
Really, I just can’t afford to lose nobody else, yeah
If they movin’ shaky, we’ll just do this shit ourselves, woah
If I’m movin’ shaky, Chubbs’ll do this shit himself, yeah
Solo niggas, only YOLO, for real
Hear a lot about ya but we don’t know, for real
Next time guarantee the truth’ll get revealed

[Pre-Chorus]
Black leather gloves, no sequins (Yeah)
Buckles on the jacket, it’s Alyx shit
Nike crossbody, got a piece in it
Got a dance, but it’s really on some street shit
I’ma show you how

[Chorus]
It go right foot up, left foot, slide
Left foot up, right foot, slide
Basically, I’m sayin’, either way we ’bout to slide, ayy
Can’t let this one slide, ayy

[Post-Chorus]
Don’t you wanna dance with me?
No? I can dance like Michael Jackson (Jackson)
I can give you the passion (Passion)
It’s a Thriller in the trap where we from
Baby, don’t you wanna dance with me?
No? I can dance like Michael Jackson
I can give you satisfaction
And you know we out here everyday with it
I’ma show you how to get it

YFN Lucci – True Story Lyrics

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[Intro: YFN Lucci]
Yeah, look

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Kevin Gates]
Always wanted me a Cutlass, huh, with the bucket seat
Always grew up hustling, gettin’ money, the hood showed love to me
All my young niggas sprayin’, so on my side, this shit get ugly
You ain’t stand up for your mans, so don’t be lyin’, talkin’ ’bout you gon’ thug for me
Always on my dick, bruh, you don’t love me
Always callin’ me big bruh, and you don’t know me
Oh, I can’t make this shit up, trust me
I can’t count this shit up, true story

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Uh, I used to wan’ play for the Knicks
Started servin’ these J’s nicks
Off the porch to the pavement
I was broke, I was takin’ risks
Man, I was fucked up, I hated it
Uh, it was hard to get some paper work
So we was always takin’ shit, uh
Back then
Used to go to Jacks just to get the pack, it wasn’t much, but I had it
Work the block, no, beat the block all night, girl, I’m Michael Jackson
Uh, I ain’t gotta sell drugs no more, baby girl, I’m brackin’
I ain’t gotta sell drugs no more, baby girl, I’m crackin’
Yeah, why play when we love to shoot?
I hate that you turned your back on me, I had way too much love for you, yeah
I see that you fallin’ back from me, huh, ain’t no more askin’ me, yeah
Ain’t no more cappin’ me (Nah), can’t get no cash from me

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Kevin Gates]
Always wanted me a Cutlass, huh, with the bucket seat
Always grew up hustling, gettin’ money, the hood showed love to me
All my young niggas sprayin’, so on my side, this shit get ugly
You ain’t stand up for your mans, so don’t be lyin’, talkin’ ’bout you gon’ thug for me
Always on my dick, bruh, you don’t love me
Always callin’ me big bruh, and you don’t know me
Oh, I can’t make this shit up, trust me
I can’t count this shit up, true story

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
Got kicked in my ass, my loyalty used against me, look at what love did
I was betrayed, the streets had led us astray when we was just kids
I been to the pen’, got tough skin
I run with the real, so what then?
I hope he don’t fold when he go up the road
Send money for soap, enough, yeah
And I’m on the road to riches
Money attractin’ these niggas and scandalous hoes, already knowin’ the business
Doin’ the best we can, we pickin’ up cans, one of the strongest members
One of your partners went dig in your pockets, you say you ain’t got it, he throwin’ a triple
All in his feelings, he making these songs and disses, still I control the city
Bruh, he gon’ touch your soul, get rid of the coldness in it
Learn to control my feelings
I let it go and I got me a load delivered
Got me some soldiers, makin’ ’em do what I showed ’em
That’s how you ‘posed to get it
Not ashamed to say I’m afraid to get close to niggas

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Kevin Gates]
Always wanted me a Cutlass, huh, with the bucket seat
Always grew up hustling, gettin’ money, the hood showed love to me
All my young niggas sprayin’, so on my side, this shit get ugly
You ain’t stand up for your mans, so don’t be lyin’, talkin’ ’bout you gon’ thug for me
Always on my dick, bruh, you don’t love me
Always callin’ me big bruh, and you don’t know me
Oh, I can’t make this shit up, trust me
I can’t count this shit up, true story

Aspy – E Nah Lyrics (feat. Criss Blaziny & Nosfe)

[Instrumental: Span]

[INTRO: Aspy]

E Nah

[Chorus: Aspy]

Hai, zi, mă, frate, care e problema? 
Nu vezi că timpul trece și te sare schema? 
E nah, e nah, e nah
E nah, e nah, e nah

Hai, zi, mă, frate, care e problema? 
Nu vezi că timpul trece și te sare schema? 
E nah, e nah, e nah
E nah, e nah, e nah

[VERSE 1: Aspy]

Și ăștia iar se țin de mine, 
Nu mă lasă-n pace de când le-am vorbit de “Filme”
Am încercat să zbor mai sus, şi fără frică de înălțime
(Yeah!) Nu mă lași tu-n pace, da’ nici nu ajungi la mine
Așa sunt eu, măh, dansez mereu, măh, 
Dansez și-n casă, sunt un fel de Michael mai modern, măh
Sunt mai dulce ca Nutella, 
Haterii pot să mă sugă că oricum la vita e bella
Care-i problema? 
Hype-ul meu bubuie scena
Ridică antena!
Să vezi dilema, c-ai pierdut schema, ay
C-ai pierdut schema, ay!

[Chorus: Aspy]

Hai, zi, mă, frate, care e problema? 
Nu vezi că timpul trece și te sare schema? 
E nah, e nah, e nah
E nah, e nah, e nah

Hai, zi, mă, frate, care e problema? 
Nu vezi că timpul trece și te sare schema? 
E nah, e nah, e nah
E nah, e nah, e nah

[VERSE 2: Criss Blaziny]

Shagaure
Fac acum și schema
Poate nu te-ai prins, da’ la tine e problema
Urăști pe x si y, dar tu ești de toată jena
Gagică-ta-i plătitcă, Blazy o arde cu sirena
Și-ai rămas în urmă, și nu vrei să-ți dai update
Și-ai rămas în urmă, și o dai numai cu hate
Și-ai rămas în urmă, ești ultimul din turmă
Blazy e pe val, te-a lasat și fără spumă
Și-am tăcut din gură, mi-am facut și treaba
Am trecut prin multe, n-a fost totul chiar degeaba
A fost super greu, vara car, și iarna, sanie
Okay, okay, okay poti să-mi spui și Blanye! (Yeah) 

[Chorus: Aspy]

Hai, zi, mă, frate, care e problema? 
Nu vezi că timpul trece și te sare schema? 
E nah, e nah, e nah
E nah, e nah, e nah

Hai, zi, mă, frate, care e problema? 
Nu vezi că timpul trece și te sare schema? 
E nah, e nah, e nah
E nah, e nah, e nah

[VERSE 3: NOSFE]

Ridic privirea ca-n “Ocean’s Eleven”
Se-nvârte camera în jurul meu, și-arăt super beton
Am vibe-ul fix ca-n film, 
Sunt un scump cum a fost clipul la “Scream”
Michael Jackson, unicat, și faimos, și anonim
Sambata, io mi-o dau chill
Pe grătare și pe vin
La volan nu mă combin
Tzigă, bagă, nu mai simt
Nici pe unde calc, e noapte și eu fac
Versuri în hamac, cel puțin așa am în cap
(No!) 
Hai, zi, mă, frate, tu ce vrei defapt? 
Nu vezi că eu muncesc până dă boala-n Nosferat? 
(No!) 
Hai, zi, mă, frate, de ce invidiezi? 
Nu vezi că trebuie mai mulți artiști ca să mă depășești? 

[Chorus: Aspy]

Hai, zi, mă, frate, care e problema? 
Nu vezi că timpul trece și te sare schema? 
E nah, e nah, e nah
E nah, e nah, e nah

Hai, zi, mă, frate, care e problema? 
Nu vezi că timpul trece și te sare schema? 
E nah, e nah, e nah
E nah, e nah, e nah

Dj Durel – Bad Moves Lyrics (feat. Quavo & Rich The Kid)

[Intro: Rich the Kid & Quavo]
Bad moves
Trap, I might shoot
In Miami
DJ Durel!

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
She don’t even love me, she just like me ’cause I’m bad
I was in the ‘Rari pullin’ off, I made ’em mad (Skrrt)
If they try to pull me over, I’ma do the dash (Woo, woo)
If she give me top, then I might f**k her on the corner (Woo, woo, woo)
Bad boy (Bad), I’m so f**kin’ bad, I was cuttin’ class (Class)
Bad, bad, ain’t no hall pass, I was trappin’ gas (Gas)
I might shoot (I might shoot), I was ridin’ ’round Miami with no roof (‘Round Miami)
Bad boy, pull up flexin’ in the coupe

[Verse 1: Rich the Kid]
Got a chopper and it’s brand new, brand new
Got a bitch and she bad too, bad too
I’m in MIA (MIA)
Rolls Royce or the Lamb’, what we gon’ ride today? (Skrrt)
I’m a bad boy, run up, you might get blown away

[Verse 2: Quavo & Rich the Kid]
Makin’ bad moves (Money), bad moves
Bad bitches like ’em bad too (Bad), bad too (Woo)
Get that bad today (Uh)
We the hottest in the city (Uh), don’t try to ride the wave (No)
Young niggas takin’ over, they some bad babies (Quavo)

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
She don’t even love me, she just like me ’cause I’m bad
I was in the ‘Rari pullin’ off, I made ’em mad (Skrrt)
If they try to pull me over, I’ma do the dash (Woo, woo)
If she give me top, then I might f**k her on the corner (Woo, woo, woo)
Bad boy (Bad), I’m so f**kin’ bad, I was cuttin’ class (Class)
Bad, bad, ain’t no hall pass, I was trappin’ gas (Gas)
I might shoot (I might shoot), I was ridin’ ’round Miami with no roof (‘Round Miami)
Bad boy, pull up flexin’ in the coupe

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Woo, Quavo
Fifty thousand, I’ma flex in all hunnids (Fifty)
I’m so bad, Michael Jackson owe me money (Woo-hee)
I’m so bad, Ali couldn’t touch me (Ali)
I’m so bad, I flew a bad bitch out the country (Bad, bad)

[Verse 4: Rich the Kid]
Say, “I love you,” I was lyin’, that was yesterday (Yesterday)
Pocket rocket in the club, but that’s the only way (That’s the only way)
If I know that I won’t win then I won’t even play
I’m so bad that I was waitin’ on a bad day

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
She don’t even love me, she just like me ’cause I’m bad
I was in the ‘Rari pullin’ off, I made ’em mad (Skrrt)
If they try to pull me over, I’ma do the dash (Woo, woo)
If she give me top, then I might f**k her on the corner (Woo, woo, woo)
Bad boy (Bad), I’m so f**kin’ bad, I was cuttin’ class (Class)
Bad, bad, ain’t no hall pass, I was trappin’ gas (Gas)
I might shoot (I might shoot), I was ridin’ ’round Miami with no roof (‘Round Miami)
Bad boy, pull up flexin’ in the coupe

Mir Fontane – Michael Jackson Lyrics (feat. Shawn Smith)

[Intro: Mir Fontane]
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Mir Fontane]
I need a Benz and a mansion, I need diamonds on me dancin’
Diamonds black like Michael Jackson, diamonds white like Michael Jackson
I spent two racks on my fashion, I’m under the cheese like a caption
And Momma said I need to slow up, ayy, I worry about money too much
I need a Benz and a mansion, I need diamonds on me dancin’
Diamonds black like Michael Jackson, diamonds white like Michael Jackson
I spent 2 racks on my fashion, I’m under the cheese like a caption
And Momma said I need to slow up, ayy, I worry about money too much

[Verse 1: Mir Fontane]
Worry about the money too much, yeah, worry about hunnids too much, yeah
Don’t do no talkin’ when I’m on the internet, can’t give these dummies too much
I’m from the muhf**kin’ side, yeah, young niggas die every time, yeah
BDBDBD Billie Jean, you know the baby ain’t mine, yeah
You had to fall in line, yeah
I got it, I spend it, it’s mine, yeah
I treat my seconds like they be my checks and I feel like you wastin’ my-
City way outta control again, the summer gone, it’s getting cold again
Relay races when they see my homie out here runnin’ crazy with the pole again
Coppas out here on patrol again
I need that bitch to take my soul again
Heart on my sleeve like I’m valentine
Moonwalkin’ thru the dollar signs

[Chorus: Mir Fontane & Shawn Smith]
I need a Benz and a mansion, I need diamonds on me dancin’
Diamonds black like Michael Jackson, diamonds white like Michael Jackson
I spent 2 racks on my fashion, I’m under the cheese like a caption
And Momma said I need to slow up, ayy, I worry about money too much
I need a Benz and a mansion, I need diamonds on me dancin’
Diamonds black like Michael Jackson, diamonds white like Michael Jackson (Shawn Smith)
I spent 2 racks on my fashion, I’m under the cheese like a caption (Shawn Smith)
And Momma said I need to slow up, ayy, I worry about money too much (Shawn Smith)

[Verse 2: Shawn Smith]
I used to wanna trap for [?]
Humble in my heart but a crook to a king
Pop used to trap, I would look and would see
Left it on the table, well good that’s for me
Maybe if I took it, he would never even know
Found right out, he got gypped for a G
[?]
Had to learn distance, and then I turned Christian, now hoped to be everything the Book said I’d be
Granted, I could rhyme, I was standing with some lames, never saw it coming till I left
[?]
Needed cheddar, started hustlin’ for a better way to stack
I was sad, not as live, we was panickin’ in pain
I just get up, called my cousin, get a session, pay the rent
While I had a 9-5, I was managin’ the game
Do not care ’bout all the hunnids, they can never say I’m wack
Waitin’ every week on the interview, it’s pitiful
My dawg always told me that the trap was considerable
Shit was on [?], but the digits too minimal
We givin’ niggas lean, like they did the smooth criminal
Hung around lames and crooks who wasn’t likely
[?] when I get booked, they wouldn’t write me
Couldn’t get a cut, this look just wasn’t like me
Life turned thriller, [?] in front of wifey
Too hot to f**k with thots on the Gram
Barely cool with you, don’t rock with your man
All these monkey niggas can stop with the [?]
Hate to burst your bubbles, your shots never land

[Chorus: Mir Fontane]
I need a Benz and a mansion, I need diamonds on me dancin’
Diamonds black like Michael Jackson, diamonds white like Michael Jackson
I spent 2 racks on my fashion, I’m under the cheese like a caption
And Momma said I need to slow up, ayy, I worry about money too much
I need a Benz and a mansion, I need diamonds on me dancin’
Diamonds black like Michael Jackson, diamonds white like Michael Jackson
I spent 2 racks on my fashion, I’m under the cheese like a caption
And Momma said I need to slow up, ayy, I worry about money too much

Kim Kardashian Denies Giving North West JFK’s Bloody Shirt

Though her family is known for their over-the-top gift-gifting, Kim Kardashian is pushing back against one particular rumor about an alleged present she gave to North West for Christmas this year.

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Late last week, Kardashian revealed that she and Kanye West had given North a jacket and fedora that used to belong to Michael Jackson for Christmas. And while some criticized the extravagant gift, it appears as if others used the news as fodder for a larger online hoax.

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Related | North West’s $10K Birkin Bag Sparks Online Backlash

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As Page Six reports, a doctored screenshot made to look like it was posted on Kardashian’s Instagram story began making the rounds. Using a photo from the National Archives of the bloody shirt worn by President John F. Kennedy when he was assassinated in 1963, the fake screenshot also featured a caption that read, “Along with the Michael Jackson’s jacket and hat, North also got the shirt John F. Kennedy wore when he was assassinated.”

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However, after the fake image began circulating online, Refinery 29 published an article yesterday about the alleged gift, writing in the post, “What is North West going to do with JFK’s bloody shirt? And why isn’t it in a museum?”

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And while the article has since been amended and no longer features the edited photo, it didn’t take long for Kardashian to respond to Refinery 29 via Twitter.

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“WOW this is obviously fake!,” Kardashian wrote. “I did not get JKF’s shirt. That is a sick joke that someone tweeted as a fake ig story that I never posted.”

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See Kardashian’s tweet for yourself, below.

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WOW this is obviously fake! @Refinery29 I did not get JFK’s shirt. That is a sick joke that someone tweeted as a fake ig story that I never posted. https://t.co/fajEtOrlqU

— Kim Kardashian West (@KimKardashian) December 31, 2019

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Kevin Gates – RBS Intro Lyrics

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[Intro]
All my life, it been like this
CashMoneyAP
Always
My daddy did this shit
I can’t see no other way
His daddy did this shit
One way
Dumb way
Go Grizz (I’m a real big speaker)

[Verse 1]
Controllin’ shit, I’m scorin’ flippers, ain’t nobody want look
Losin’ focus, burnin’ soda, tryna win off a cook
Thinkin’ situated, if I could just get to a book
Go to Texas, grab a hook and put that bass in the hood
Bitch, I got weight in the hood, I’m up in rank in the hood
My lil’ soldiers on it, I no longer stay in the hood
Quiet as kept, I was the first to put that H in the hood
With Big Marques, I’m sippin’ lean, would take a break if I could
Phone bling-a-ling-a-lingin’, it retarded, come see me (Hello)
Trap do a ninety, it’s a quarter ki’ eater
Hold it down when I’m on lock, callin’ shots from the box
Diamond teeth full of rocks, I’m a real big speaker

[Chorus]
As-salāmu ʿalaykum, akhi
Wa-Alaikum As-Salaam, el Wa Rahmato Allah
Are you well?
I’m a real big speaker
And look, shout out to my bitch, I was penitentiary rich
In the streets I do my shit, I could really feed people
As-salāmu ʿalaykum, mozza, ta’alee, jamelek be jannini
I’m a real big speaker

[Verse 2]
I don’t fear nothin’ but God, I ain’t got no bodyguard
In the streets or on the walk
I’m a real big speaker
I hold it down for the Breadwinner cartel
Wallahi, I sworn to God
With non-believers, I fuss and fall
It’s cold, but it’s fair, but it come with it all
In my pocket, I got… funds, metric ton, love
Chances made a champion, pick that metric ton up (Hold up)
Ayy, keep ’em starin’ in this bitch
I am turnt in the party, diamonds dancin’ in this bitch
Crack a smile, woo, God, bling, blaow, drippin’ water
Necklace is moonwalkin’, Michael Jackson in this bitch
I’m rockin’ some glasses, takin’ some classes
Fast, tilt, two-seater
Presidential when I step, had to catch her breath
She seen the Cartier, got cardiac arrest
You know what happens next, I’m a real big speaker

[Chorus]
As-salāmu ʿalaykum, akhi
Wa-Alaikum As-Salaam, el Wa Rahmato Allah
Are you well?
I’m a real big speaker
And look, shout out to my bitch, I was penitentiary rich
In the streets I do my shit, I could really feed people
As-salāmu ʿalaykum, mozza, ta’alee, jamelek be jannini
I’m a real big speaker

[Outro]
I’m a real big speaker
I’m a real big speaker

Luh Kel – Pull Up Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Na, na, na, na, na
Everytime I miss you
And I love to hear your voice, sound like an instrumental
Na, na, na, na, na

[Verse 1]
I pull up to your crib everytime I miss you
And I love to hear your voice, sound like an instrumental (Instumental, yeah)
Girl, I be going on all these trips but love it when I’m with you
And you know when I pull up we settle all our issues
It’s Thanksgiving so you lovin’ on the way I eat it
Michael Jackson, I’m in it, you lovin’ how I beat it
If I tell you I love you baby I really mean it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I really miss your body, you know that I need it (Woah)

[Chorus]
You feelin’ sick from all the motion
Girl I love it when I’m in your ocean
Touching on you, I swear you got the potion (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Loving on you, I swear you got the potion (Yeah)
And girl I leave you soakin’
Girl you got me high but I ain’t smokin’
I’ma give you ’bout everything you wanted
Gas you up to the sky, got you floating
But you know this

[Verse 2]
Yeah, right crowd
Them others boys they need to pipe down (Pipe down)
You and me, baby we alone so that’s the right sound (Right sound)
And I like it when we alone so turn them lights out
Ain’t no Netflix and Chillin’, I want it right now
I like it when we cruisin’
Yeah, niggas be talkin’ but girl you really do it
And knew it
And you had a nigga before me so now you choosin’ (Ohh)
Ballin’ like LeBron and Kobe so there ain’t no losin’

[Outro]
You got my eyes open, girl you the only one I want
And ain’t no option, cause I’ve been waiting on you for months (Yeah)
You the only one I want, you the only one I need, you the only one I see
You the only one I need
When you hold a .223, baby got me on my knees (Yeah)
(You the only one I want, you the only one I need, you the only one I see
You the only one I need
When you hold a .223, baby got me on my knees (Yeah))

Young Thug – 1st Song Lyrics

[Intro]
Woah! Jeffery
Possibly I took some broads, aye
Jeff!
Aye aye aye aye

[Verse 1]
I just wanna smash on the first day
I just wanna smash on the first day
I just wanna smash on the first day
I just wanna smash, I’ma smash
Smash like a smash gang
Smash in my Balmains
Smash while I’m switching lanes
Smash in your maintain
When you smash you gotta maintain
Gotta smash on your main thing
Fuck her hard like my main dame, aye
I’ma smash, I’ma remain
The best that she ever saw, the best that she ever did
The best that she ever fucked, the best that she ever kissed
The best that she ever sucked, the best thing she ever did
I’ma be the best thing she ever did
Oh, oh, oh!
Prince and Michael Jackson on my jacket, gucci [?]
She bad, I make her badder, dead fresh without a casket
Hermes on my belt, no no no wrangling, no no ratchet
Smith & Wesson glocky, I’ma keep a fucking ratchet, aye
I just wanna smash
Best thing then I’m happy, yes
Buy her everything, make sure she happy, yes
Rollie-ro-ro-rollie with the Patek, yes
Got her [?] then designer sex
I’m gon’ fuck you like no other, nothing like the rest
I’ma battle with you through everything with no flesh
If I promised I’ma marry you, you ain’t gotta rush
Oh!

[Chorus: Young Thug & Sonyae Elise]
I’ma make sure that you ball with your feet up
(He gon’ make sure that I ball with my feet up)
Turn you up, I never lost with your feet up
(Turn me up, I never lost with my feet up)
Buy you diamonds, [?] with your feet up
(Buy me diamonds, [?] with my feet up)
She pregnant with my daughter with her feet up
(She pregnant with your daughter with my feet up)
Yeah, with your feet up (Ohhh)
Aye, with your feet up
Aye, with your feet up
Aye
Ohhh, with my feet up
Ohhh, with my feet up
Oh yeah, with my feet up
With my feet up
Feet up
With my feet up, nigga
Help me with my feet up, yeah
I be riding-riding-riding with my feet up
That’s my nigga, he gon’ make sure that they keep up
He gon’ make sure that they always gotta catch ’em
I don’t fuck with niggas, we be out there catching
I be rolling-rolling-rolling with ’em, yeah
I’m with boy-boy-boys sipping [?]
With my feet up

Young Thug – Real in My Veins Lyrics

[Intro]
Tell that pussy nigga take a look at what they done created
Mario

[Chorus]
I got real runnin’ through my veins
I put VVS’s in my chains
Remain the same, don’t change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for change
I’m just sayin’ tell them pussy niggas take a look at what they created
Tell the whole circle look at what they done created
Tell the cops they gon’ start chaos if they raid it
Commanding war, made somebody bleed
Now I ain’t worry ’bout you, gettin’ past these fuckin’ bouncers
Tell the critics that they talkin’ ’bout the fuckin’ founder
Tell Scott I’m on the way, I’m gettin’ fuckin’ faded
Call your momma Thugger, tell her that you fuckin’ made it

[Verse 1]
Came from the ground to the top, uh
I’m ’bout to rob you some rocks, uh
I’m bout to set up a shop, uh
I’m bout to buy back the block, uh
I got respect for the ‘Wop, uh
First nigga gave me a knot, uh
I put some keys in the pot, uh
She got Versace on her crotch, uh
It’s purple, but this is not Watson, uh
I make that bitch squirt, it’s a thot, uh
I turn a lil bitch to a lot, uh
My watch on the floor, need a mop, uh
Rob Jack if he come out the box, uh
I got a tail on, it’s a fox, uh
I’m banging that fire, fox, uh
My bitch get wild, uh
Bloody cross on like a pastor
Cooking fish scale with no batter-er-er-er
Chains on me like Jerry Springer beezy
I repent for my sins everyday

[Chorus]
I got real runnin’ through my veins
I put VVS’s in my chain’s
Remain the same and change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for change

[Verse 2]
You keep playin’ and you get knocked off
I hate to say it but I’m ready for the pop off
Got lil’ mama outta drum talkin’ top throat
She said she ready, let’s get it I got combos
I’m talkin’ junk food, eat me up like mumbos
Beat it up, got me hoppin’ off the top rope
Beat it up, got me slidin’ off the sliding board
Leave it stuck, man lil shawty ain’t cleaned out tho’
I got my money up and I heard that you want some
Nigga moon walkin’, Michael Jackson moves
I got latitude, I got gratitude
And if you look up at the moon, you’ll see my attitude

[Chorus]
I got real runnin’ through my veins
I put VVS’s in my chain’s
Remain the same and change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for change
I’m just sayin’ tell them pussy niggas take a look at what they done creating
Tell the whole circle look at what they done created
Tell the cops they gon’ start chaos if they raid it
Commandin’ war, made somebody bleed
Now I ain’t worry ’bout you gettin’ past these fuckin’ bouncers
Tell the critics that they talkin’ ’bout the fuckin’ founder
Tell Scott I’m on the way, I’m gettin’ fuckin’ faded
Call your momma Thugger, tell her that you fuckin’ made it

Young Thug – Oh Yeah Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
All I said is for you to keep it real, each and every day
Aww, darling, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Plain Jane AP with a Cuban link to match it
Diamonds on me dancin’, got me lookin’ like Michael Jackson
I don’t want you dead, that’s that Fed talk
Most these niggas polices like Matlock
Armani the jeans, Gucci shirt on, color my spleen
I can’t get enough of codeine
If you make me stop, you know you’ll owe me
Good pussy, good money, good genes
I just wanna show you love
I’m the one that got you Frank Chesters
I don’t want the time to be up, yeah
I don’t wanna find new love
Like a G4, like a G5, you get fly-y-y
You a real one, such a real one, oh my, my, my
Never stop, it’s always go
Send me nudes when I’m on the road
Send me nudes when I’m on the road, baby
Watch ’em before and after the show baby
Your body shaped just like a Coke, baby
But you already know
K Bangerz

[Refrain: Young Thug & Hi Doraah]
Yeah, oh yeah (yeah)
Oh yeah (yeah)
Yea-ea-ea-eah
Yea-ea-ea-eah

[Verse: Hi Doraah]
I just went and bossed you up and your whole damn team (team)
Put you in designer, Christian Dior and McQueen (Queen)
Selfish ’cause I want you to hold it down with me (me)
Hold me down ’til the very end, a unity
How you feelin’? Know you got a lucky one like me (me)
Take you from that dirty, made you who wanna be (yeah)
Survival of the fittest, had no choice, become a G (G)
It’s good to know that you can make it up up out them streets
You a star babe

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Plain Jane AP with a Cuban link to match it
Diamonds on me dancin’, got me lookin’ like Michael Jackson
I don’t want you dead, that’s that Fed talk
Most these niggas polices like Matlock
Armani the jeans, Gucci shirt on, color my spleen
I can’t get enough of codeine
If you make me stop, you know you’ll owe me
Good pussy, good money, good genes
I just wanna show you love
I’m the one that got you Frank Chesters
I don’t want the time to be up, yeah
I don’t wanna find new love
Like a G4, like a G5, you get fly-y-y
You a real one, such a real one, oh my, my, my
Never stop, it’s always go
Send me nudes when I’m on the road
Send me nudes when I’m on the road, baby
Watch ’em before and after the show baby
Your body shaped just like a Coke, baby
But you already know

[Refrain: Young Thug & Hi Doraah]
Yeah, oh yeah (yeah)
Oh yeah (yeah)
Yea-ea-ea-eah
Yea-ea-ea-eah
K Bangerz

Andy Mineo – Coquito Lyrics

[Verse 1: Foggieraw & Andy Mineo]
Light-skinned friend she look like Michael Jackson
Got a dark-skinned friend she lo-look like Tito (Tito)
Pull up to that rim, I can’t miss like D-Rose (D-Rose)
Baby my coquito, you know she from Puerto Rico (aye, yah)
Lie like James Bond in my black tuxedo (hmm)
Southside coolant, I been incognito
Yeah, always spend a brick, baby I’m no cheapo
Shoutout Uncle Billy, he just beat the chemo! (aye)
Pretty Spanish mommy, and she call me chico (hmmm)
She said, “Como estas?” I said, “Me no speako”
Fake it ’till you make it, I call that placebo (got ’em)
Father, Son and Spirit, that’s the three amigo (aye)
Woke up in the morning, I just did my devo (my devo)
That’s the way I doo-doo on my ego (on my ego)
I think I just might of disappointed Creamo (dang)
That’s okay, we just did this for the people (uhh)

[Chorus: Andy Mineo]
Feelin’ sorry for yourself like (boo-hoo) poor me (woah)
Pour me, pour me a glass of coquito, coquito, coquito, yeah
Lost in the sauce
She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A
She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A, aye
She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A
Down in M-I, M-I, M-I-A-M-I, yeah

[Verse 2: Foggieraw & MannyWellz]
Light-skinned friend she look like Michael Jackson
Got a dark-skinned friend shh like Tito (Tito)
Lightskin shorty, I won’t trade her for noone, noone, nah, nah, nah
Gotta dark-skinned friend, she look like Kelly Rowland
Gotta dark-skinned shorty, I can’t trade her for noone
[?], I’ll get you a couple
I need that black skin, babe like coquito

[Verse 3: Andy Mineo & MannyWellz]
I know a caramel queen, she look like Bruno Mars
All them jokers want her heart, but she don’t play them cards, no
Lightskin shorty, I won’t trade her for noone (yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
I gotta lightskinned shorty, she look like Pocahontas
And she always set it off, that’s why I think she the bombest, yeah yeah
Lightskin shorty, I won’t trade her for noone
(scatting), woah woah woah woah
(scatting), woah woah woah woah
(scatting), woah woah woah woah
Woah woah, (scatting)

[Chorus: Andy Mineo]
Feelin’ sorry for yourself like poor me
Pour me, pour me a glass of coquito, coquito, coquito, yeah
Don’t get lost in the sauce
She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A
M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A, aye yeah
M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A
She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A, yeah

Yung Bans – Wish I Had Lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah
Thought about it before I did it, I really wish I had
I really wish I had
I really wish I had
I really wish I weren’t so sad
Michael Jackson’s bad
Rob him wit’ no mask, yeah
Cut his throat with glass, yeah
Stuck in my ways, in way too deep
It took a lot of pain and heartbreak just for me to see
I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week
I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week

[Verse 1]
Niggas rap ’bout it, but they don’t even know the half
They don’t even know the half
They don’t even know the half
You was never in them trenches with me gettin’ that fast cash
Gettin’ that fast cash
Gettin’ that fast cash (yeah)
Fuck Hollywood, bitch I’m in the hood forever, hmm
Mama say I’m foolish, mama know she taught me better, ay
Streets made me numb, save your tears, please don’t shed ’em, ay
Nina on my hip, get it poppin’ like a kettle
Free my daddy, free my brother, free my other brothers too
This for all my young niggas who been really goin’ through it
I was locked up, 5 months, and nobody ride but you
Mama, (?), no this ain’t the truth

[Chorus]
Yeah
Thought about it before I did it, I really wish I had
I really wish I had
I really wish I had
I really wish I weren’t so sad
Michael Jackson’s bad
Rob him wit’ no mask, yeah
Cut his throat with glass, yeah
Stuck in my ways, in way too deep
It took a lot of pain and heartbreak just for me to see
I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week
I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week

[Verse 2]
I know (?) my daddy, he show no support
He took his own course, now he up the road, north
He ain’t even show up to court
But I’m a bigger sport
Still love that little bitty whore
I’m still your second little boy
I mean no disrespect, but mama, this is how I feel
Why you out here lookin’ for love, I heard that love kills
I got so much money, I’ll make a change in your life for real
Be your knight in shining armour like I’m made of steel
I feel like Jodye (?) baby boy
Tell me grow up, can’t play with toys, yeah
I got a little son, had to make a choice, yeah
Should I use my head, should I use my voice, yeah
And you was the first one to tell me
You gon’ die, go to jail, playin’ in these streets
Had to see it for myself ’cause I ain’t believe
I’ve been goin’ through the system since I was 15

[Chorus]
Yeah
Thought about it before I did it, I really wish I had
I really wish I had
I really wish I had
I really wish I weren’t so sad
Michael Jackson’s bad
Rob him wit’ no mask, yeah
Cut his throat with glass, yeah
Stuck in my ways, in way too deep
It took a lot of pain and heartbreak just for me to see
I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week
I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week

Vic Mensa – Reverse lyrics

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
See this when I’m sleepin’
You can work my [?]
And my nina, she’s a diva
Purrin’ like we’ll feed her
Pipe her [?]
Chili on the chain, seats exceeded
Shawty wanna race like a beatle liter
Push T’s like a [?]
Like three stripes and a slash, I’m undefeated
Red ons, tip-toin’
Push button, kill John
Road too, felt cool in an old school, Vince Vaughn
Vroom vroom, nitro with the turbo
Pour that Ace of Spades up, we don’t sweat no [?]
Got the [?] off of the top my shell, I’m a turtle
Shawty tryna find it, throw it in reverse though

[Chorus: Vic Mensa]
Aston Martin, push-button motor
Migos on the ice, anti-sauna
Go, oh, oh
Floss, floss, let me see how you work
You boys smokin’ dirt, we smokin’ Larry Bird
Straitjacket, go berzerk
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Yeah, bend that ass over, throw it backwards
Moonwalkin’ to the n*gger like I’m Michael Jackson
Make a film with your bitch, turn into an actor
Shimmy out and then she ate a pill after
I get clothes from Vaccarello
I get [?] from [?]
I get packages from Paris, drop that Fed-Ex on my name
I get runway, off the runway, to the runway on the plane
Told you we are not the same, see that Spider switchin’ lanes
Give it some gas, look at the dash
What’s is he doin’? He goin’ fast
Look at the whip, look at him smash
Look at him skrt, look at the cash
It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s a man that’s gone insane
He’s in stage in a straight jacket, this is not a game
Yeah, lit like a candle, I been too much to handle
This velvet jacket’s fragile
‘Kay, be careful when you handle, please
Yeah, your hands look kind of dusty
Please be careful how you touch me
In Paris, out the country, ayy

[Chorus: Vic Mensa]
Aston Martin, push-button motor
Migos on the ice, anti-sauna
Go, oh, oh
Floss, floss, let me see how you work
You boys smokin’ dirt, we smokin’ Larry Bird
Straitjacket, go berzerk
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse

Bow Wow – Yeaahh lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, real shit

[Verse 1]
Woke up early, had no weed, I had to smoke me a roach
Call up pimpin’ for the plug, I know just where to go (nigga, where you at?)
Give a fuck about no hater and I’m all about my paper
Hit my nigga Gucci up, I’m ’bout to slide right through Decatur (skrrt)
We at Liv on a Sunday, then hit Magic City Monday (lit)
And this ain’t no #BowWowChallenge, got the jet on the runway
And my niggas get it back (woah) you don’t want no action (no)
Off-White sneakers (woo), Michael Jackson jacket
So many stones in the watch, don’t know what time it is
And my bitch is steady trippin’, got no time for the shit
So many bands in the safe, look like I robbed the bitch (stick it up)
Baby daddy trippin’, askin’, “What the problem is?”
Got two twin sisters, make ’em lip-lock (mwah)
Two twin Glocks, they go click-clock
Half a pound of Jumanji in a Ziploc (kush)
I got the Rover smoked up, that’s a hotbox (woo)

[Chorus]
She like, “Nigga, is you high?” Bitch, yeah
Break it down and roll a whole zip, yeah
And we ain’t fuckin’ with that fake shit, yeah
I bet my ex-bitch hate this, yeah

[Verse 2]
You don’t need no diamond tester, know the stones is real (yeah)
Fuck two bitches at a time, boy, that’s overkill (yeah)
50 million dollar contract, that’s a Hova deal (yeah)
I got the baby face, hoes love the sex appeal
Can barely hear the bitch speak ’cause my dick in her throat (woo)
Say she turn into a freak if I give her some coke (woo)
Snort a whole fuckin’ mountain, bitch gone off the dope
Put that bitch in an Uber, I just fuck ’em and go

[Chorus]
She like, “Nigga, is you high?” Bitch, yeah
Break it down and roll a whole zip, yeah
And we ain’t fuckin’ with that fake shit, yeah
I bet my ex-bitch hate this, yeah

[Outro]
Woke up early, had no weed, I had to smoke me a roach (yeah)
Call up pimpin’ for the plug, I know just where to go (my nigga)
Give a fuck about no hater and I’m all about my paper (yeah)
Hit my nigga Gucci up, I’m ’bout to slide right through Decatur (woo)

Kris Wu – Deserve (Lido Remix) lyrics

(feat. Travis Scott)

[Intro: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yah

[Verse 1: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
I got all this money, so I know you won’t expect this (yahhh)
Runnin’ on the low-low, but I know that you interested
I just made a call, you and your girls is on the guest list (yah, yah)
Maybe you’re still liquor, but I swear I wanna French kiss (it’s lit)
And that body on you girl, I promise that’s impressive
Rollie on my wrist, I’m trynna chill, but still I’m flexin’
Baby, you a star and all these others girls is extras (yah)
I been on the block, I’m trynna build with you like Tetris, oh (straight up)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song about you

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Kris Wu]
I might write a song about you tonight (you tonight)
You the perfect melody for the life (and what I like)
Let me make you famous, Michael Jackson dangerous
You my favorite song, add you to my playlist (oh)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
You don’t gotta sleep alone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Kris Wu]
Girl, you know that you a freak
Shawty, you belong with me
Let me get you in your zone
Maybe we can take it home,
Girl, you know that you a freak
Shawty, you belong with me
Let me get you in your zone
Maybe we can take it home,

[Outro: Kris Wu]
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah

Kris Wu – Deserve lyrics

(feat. Travis Scott)

[Intro: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yah

[Verse 1: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
I got all this money, so I know you won’t expect this (yahhh)
Runnin’ on the low-low, but I know that you interested
I just made a call, you and your girls is on the guest list (yah, yah)
Maybe you’re still liquor, but I swear I wanna French kiss (it’s lit)
And that body on you girl, I promise that’s impressive
Rollie on my wrist, I’m trynna chill, but still I’m flexin’
Baby, you a star and all these others girls is extras (yah)
I been on the block, I’m trynna build with you like Tetris, oh (straight up)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Kris Wu]
I might write a song about you tonight (you tonight)
You the perfect melody for the life (and what I like)
Let me make you famous, Michael Jackson dangerous
You my favorite song, add you to my playlist (oh)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
You don’t gotta sleep alone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak
Shawty, you belong with me
Let me get you in your zone
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Outro: Kris Wu]
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah

Lyrical TIP – Moreki Like lyrics

[Verse 1]
Now tell’em who the baddest/
Michael Jackson yellow, the booty fat as a/mother that could never control her habits/
Was a regular face at these beauty pageants/
All the average dudes can handle/
But they lacking the funds to produce and manage/
The ambition of hunny to do the damage/
In the land of ‘economic future status’/
She got no money but she ball like that/
Hunnids at the mall like that/
All type stacks/
Never with a card like that/
Debit is a chore like that/
All eyes back/
Whenever she walk like that/stiletto and a jaw lie flat/
All type kats/
Saying that’s a broad I’d smash/
Rich niggaz fall like that/raw type facts

[Chorus]
How many broke bitches in the building
Still got a drink in they hand and straight chillin’ like…
Moreki like!
Woza x3
Moreki like!
Woza x3
[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Let’s get a round for the hunny at the back with the glasses sitting all alone… (Whaaat!)
Let’s get a round for the hippie-type chick with the dreadlocks, ring in her nose… (Whaaat!)
Let’s get a round for the yellow bone crew with the Gucci bags sitting on the throne… (Owww!)
…of vip/
The king I be/
Before a nigga let you in let me see id/
Man this nigga put it on with the figures/
I’m talkin’ Dom Perignon type dealings/
Man he buy a couple rounds for a giggle/
Hand up on her thigh then he gone with the visit../
And he made a young call when he did this/
Sayin’ that he gone for the business/
Took his wedding ring off for the killers/
And he put it back on when he home with the Mrs

Hook [Chorus]
How many broke bitches in the building
Still got a drink in they hand and straight chillin’ like…
Moreki like!
Woza x3
Moreki like!
Woza x3
[Repeat Chorus x3]

Machine Gun Kelly – Moonwalkers lyrics

(feat. DubXX)

[Intro]
Gunner, Gunner

[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly & DUBXX]
Walk up in the spot with hella reefer on me
Pockets full of what?
Hella quarters, like I’m ’bout to feed the meter
Only two seaters, I mean two chiefers
We ain’t even parkin’
We just spark it and fly frequent
Up in the sky, Jesus
Gave me high fives, Peter
Pan full of yams
Trees lit like Christmas Eve
I’m so facetious, so indecent
Fuck the world and leave it speechless
Rock that jacket with the cheetah
Look like Elvis with these sequins, I’m sayin’

[Chorus: DUBXX]
Roll up, my nigga, what’s the hold up, my nigga?
Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga
Where I’m from you get popped, that ain’t soda, my nigga
Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga

[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
Yeah, fast life, hash pipes, lit up like flashlights
Fast cash, back scratch, steal off on last night
Super stoned, where is home? I missed the last flight
Aww man, hella saucy, I got the last bite
What you call it when you feel like you’re on the moon talkin’?
Michael Jackson with my actions, I call this moonwalkin’
Movin’ backwards, rollin’ Backwoods, I don’t care who’s watchin’
EST a fuckin’ army, I’m the platoon sergeant

[Chorus: DUBXX]
Roll up, my nigga, what’s the hold up, my nigga?
Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga
Where I’m from you get popped, that ain’t soda, my nigga
Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga

[Verse 3: Machine Gun Kelly & DUBXX]
Look, all I ever wanted was the cash
I don’t roll it up if it ain’t gas
Tank full, goin’ to the moon
I can see the snakes in the grass
You could never ever get us, ayy
It’s a Tommy Hilfiger day
Ain’t nobody realer than us
Ain’t nobody triller than us
Ayy, Birdman hands on ’em (brrr)
Hermès smell on him
Bitch you know we comin’ out the land
Shout out to the fans
Early Monday mornin’, haha
I packed a Tulu bag high as fuck, already soarin’
Where you goin’? Space station, engine roarin’ (woah)
Gettin’ face in the foreign (yeah)
Sex tape like it’s porn
Spades game with the Martians
I don’t ever do the norm

[Interlude: Machine Gun Kelly]
Ay we only steppin’ out for the big shit
Champagne supernova type shit
Cards on the table, ace, king, queen, haha

[Chorus: DUBXX]
Roll up, my nigga, what’s the hold up, my nigga?
Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga
Where I’m from you get popped, that ain’t soda, my nigga
Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga
Roll up, my nigga, what’s the hold up, my nigga?
Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga
Where I’m from you get popped, that ain’t soda, my nigga
Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga

Big Flip Papi – Money On The Way lyrics

Verse 1
It’s Okayi got money on the way
Chef it bag it up, yeah we hungry round the way
We do it real right, round the clock all night
That hustles in my blood, can’t get it out my life
G5 whips the color of rose gold
He fly switch, the phantom to the rose
Bezel on the Rollie uh, looking so bold
Back hammer out on homie, guaranteed your son will fold
Oh forgive you me you don’t know?
Whoaaa even Black Rob would say you got to go
No! Big Flip Papi that nigga
Call me Michael Jackson, with a million dollar zipper
Tipper, I fell in love with a stripper
Got money on the way, and she knows that I’m a hit her

Hook
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Cop it off the lot got money on the way
It’s okay I got money on the way
Pop that Ciroc got money on the way
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Money, Money, got money on the way
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Drop them checks, got money on the way

Verse 2
It’s Okay I left the trap to the youngings
They don’t play, steam the Mac if you fronting
Flee dropping checks, and a nigga came from nothing
Key round my neck, go getter, I ain’t stunting
They see my respect, so they know I ain’t bluffing
All them years locked up top, now I’m worth something
Villas, yachts, double shots at the bar
My hitters pop, licking shots at you frauds
And we always got back up, when we fall
Got money on the way, yeah, it’s knocking at my door
Flew to Italy shopped at designer stores
Bought her so many bags she ain’t even want more
I’m living good now, no doubts, so sure
Body bags at money banks, looking like a morgue
She bounce to the beat, ass dropping to the floor
Her money on the way
You make it rain, we make it pour

Hook
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Cop it off the lot got money on the way
It’s okay I got money on the way
Pop that Ciroc got money on the way
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Money, Money, got money on the way
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Drop them checks, got money on the way

Northlane – Singularity lyrics

[An excerpt of a Terrence McKenna speech:]
“We have to stop consuming our culture. We have to create culture. Don’t watch TV, don’t read magazines, don’t even listen to NPR. Create your own roadshow. The nexus of space and time, where you are now, is the most immediate sector of your universe. And if you’re worrying about Michael Jackson or Bill Clinton or somebody else, you are disempowered. You are giving it all away to icons. Icons which are maintained by an electronic media, so that you want to dress like X or have lips like Y. This is shit-brained, this kind of thinking. That is all cultural diversion. And what is real is you and your friends, your associations, your highs, your orgasms, your hopes, your plans, and your fears. And we are told no. We’re unimportant, we’re peripheral, get a degree, get a job, get a this, get a that, and then you’re a player. You don’t even want to play in that game. You want to reclaim your mind and get it out of the hands of the cultural engineers who want to turn you into a half-baked moron consuming all this trash that’s being manufactured out of the bones of a dying world. Where is that at?”

Frank Ocean – Pink + White (feat. Beyoncé) lyrics

[Intro: Frank Ocean]
Yeah, yeah, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
That’s the way everyday goes
Every time we’ve no control
If the sky is pink and white
If the ground is black and yellow
It’s the same way you showed me
Nod my head, don’t close my eyes
Halfway on a slow move
It’s the same way you showed me
If you could fly then you’d feel south
Up north’s getting cold soon
The way it is, we’re on land
Still I’m someone to hold true
Keep you cool when it’s still alive
Won’t let you down when it’s all ruin

[Hook: Frank Ocean]
Just the same way you showed me, showed me
You showed me love
Glory from above
Regard my dear
It’s all downhill from here

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
In the wake of a hurricane
Dark skin of a summer shade
Nose dive in the flood lines
Tall tower of milk crates
It’s the same way you showed me
Cannonball off the porch side
Older kids trying off the roof
Just the same way you showed me (you showed)
If you could die and come back to life
Up for air from the swimming pool
You’d kneel down to the dry land
Kiss the Earth that birthed you
Gave you tools just to stay alive
And make it out when the sun is ruined

[Hook: Frank Ocean]
That’s the same way you showed me, showed me
You showed me love
Glory from above
Regard me dear
It’s all downhill from here

[Outro: Frank Ocean + Beyoncé]
Remember life
Remember how it was
Climb trees, Michael Jackson, it all ends here
Say what up to Matthew, to Shoob
Say what up to Danny
Say what up to life immortality
Bending up my Nikes
Running out the melpomene, nicotine
Stealing granny cigs (take it easy)
Gimme something sweet
Bitch I might like immortality
This is life, life immortality

Mike G – Wreckless Lyrics

You been obedient. I been lenient
The coupe double cup. You see me lean in it
I ain’t preaching it. Bitch be appreciative
Keep it secretive won’t front like I don’t know ya
Girl with them eyes I do what you wanna
I say hypnotize she say controlla
It’s like She know everything I love
Rockstar speedin off from the midnight club. Even though the whip clean she wreckless
She break a block down drop it make a line disappear like Tetris
Cocky puttin on my best Kanye west impression
Cruising sections trynna add a Barbie bitch to my collection
I forgot mention to hail to the chief when I step in
See that’s presidential shit I had to dress for the election, yo

It’s bittersweet how you don’t listen
Tonight, we need to see them bad intentions
You been obedient. I been lenient
The coupe, double cup. You see me lean in it

Niggas in Hollywood reaching for a role
Jack Frost but you gon regret leaving me in the cold
Hit the house with black mask when the cops at the door
And say the black man rob watch a nigga say woah
Pete Maravich with the 44
Dial up soldiers. creepin up slow
Give me the drop like she do it for radio
Turn the bed to a Carnival and put on a freak show
I know, there’s no way that you can be the hardest without sum’n
That’ll make em get up like graffiti artist
So fairly.. imma do it til they obey me
Jewels on my neck, smile on my face straight to the bank, see

It’s bittersweet how you don’t listen
Tonight we need to see those bad intentions
You been obedient. I been lenient
The coupe double cup. You see me lean in it

We took the long route. I’m talking scenic shit
Son came from fire. I’m talking Phoenix shit
I’m what danger is that Michael Jackson
Chief when I’m rappin uh, I’m bout that action

03 Greedo – If I Wasn’t Rappin

[Intro]
03
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby, wasn’t rappin’ baby
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby

[Chorus]
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
You know I’d be trappin’ daily
Sippin’ shit, I’m rappin’ baby
She say I be actin’ shady
Wake up and I’m after payments
Bitch, I’m tryna grab Mercedes

[Verse]
And I’m playin’ them naked ladies
Save the cash and never save ’em
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
I’d be back stuck on the pavement
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
I’d’ve never left the station
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
I’d still be on that vacation
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
I’d never be here to taste ya
That’s the part that drive you crazy
‘Member when I caught them cases
You thought they would take you, Jason
Thank the Lord I wasn’t patient
I did it without the stations
Took a loss and rearranged it
Took a charge and didn’t say shit
Sweet lady, need a replacement
You feel good, get left for ravin’
Fly bitch from where I be bangin’
[?] in my fuckin’ favor
Bitch, I’m from another planet
Where we speak a different language
Fuck the jury and the plaintiff
Word to Chase, he fuckin’ saved me
Reason why I got the [?]
Now I’m here to bring the plaques
Hottest shit since Michael Jackson
Janet Jackson, satisfaction
Love my sisters on some black shit
White girl in my fuckin’ baggage
White girl made me fuckin’ happy
Fuck the bounty, I’m just laughin’
‘Cause you drove out here to grab me
I got out soon as I landed
Waited longer on the package
Now they know I’m really trappin’
And I still don’t know what happened
Realest nigga in first class
The realest statement in your caption
"#Free03, my favourite rapper"

[Break]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
03
Yeah, yeah
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby

[Chorus]
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
You know I’d be trappin’ daily
Sippin’ shit, I’m rappin’, baby
She say I be actin’ shady
Wake up and I’m after payments
Bitch, I’m tryna grab Mercedes
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
You know I’d be trappin’ daily
Sippin’ shit, I’m rappin’, baby
She say I be actin’ shady
Wake up and I’m after payments
Bitch, I’m tryna grab Mercedes

[Outro]
And [?] naked ladies
Save the cash and never save ’em
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
I’d be back stuck on the pavement
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
I’d’ve never left the station
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
I’d still be on that vacation
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
I’d never be here to taste ya
That’s the part that drive you crazy
‘Member when I caught them cases
You thought they would take you, Jason
Thank the Lord I wasn’t patient
I did it without the stations
Took a loss and rearranged it

Hoodrich Pablo Juan – Faygo Cream (feat. Duke)

[Chorus: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
‘Bout gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean

[Verse 1: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Yeah, you could leave me in the hood, with no clothes
Bet you I’ma catch a ho before I catch a cold
Ooh, cross ’em out like hot sauce, I’m balling like a pro
We gon’ pull up strapped up to every show
I bet you I’ma handle business, and that’s for sure
Ooh, mama told me chase that money, say fuck them hoes
Ooh, just hope it ain’t no witness, I got blood on the floor
I got too many bitches, I don’t love none’ them hoes
Yeah, I might start moonwalking like I’m Michael Jackson
I got on too much fashion, my wrist doing magic
I got the diamonds on my wrist dancing
I’m throwing that money in Magic City
I wanna fuck, she got ass and titties
Drinking that lean, I got bad kidneys
Molly in the bag, got my mask with me

[Chorus: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Hit the lab and pop a bean, all my bitches mean
I’m a rockstar, I spent two thousand on jeans
Drank got me movin’ slow, I’m sippin’ on lean
And we not drinking no green
They pull out their cameras when I’m on the scene
That bitch ain’t bad, she a thot
Nigga try me, gotta die
I went and broke down a pot
I got that shit out the pot
Bitch I cannot tie the knot
Trappin’ and rappin’ with fire
I just might peel out the lot
Don’t know what I’m sippin’ but I poured a lot

[Chorus: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean

[Verse 3: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Yeah, Pablo Juan, call me your majesty
I fucked her and I ain’t call her and now she mad at me
I be fresh to death, yeah, it’s a tragedy
I got it on lock but I heard you had the key
Yeah, gettin’ money every day, now you mad at me
Ooh, I don’t fuck with hater niggas, ain’t my cup of tea
Yellow Lamb, black guts, call it bumblebee
Bought a new AP, man I think they on to me

[Chorus: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean

Young Dolph – Playa Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
Ayyyy
Buddah blessed this beat

[Verse 1]
What up?
All of these diamonds on me, they say I ain’t playin’ fair (damn)
Pull up at the mansion, I got cameras everywhere (uh)
Dobermans in the backyard like the president (uh)
Fifty bitches on my dick, call me Dolph the pimp (hey)
Don’t give a fuck, ain’t a rich nigga, you a shrimp (lil boy)
Court side with my lil son watchin’ LeBron and them, hah
P’s of cannabis, my nigga I sold tons of them, hah
Drop a bag on his head, each and every one of them, hah
And these bitches (what?), nah, we don’t love none of them (nah)
The police get behind this Rari, I’ma run from them (skrrt)
You know that they smokin’ weed and they got guns in there (yeah yeah)
Got a bad bitch waitin’ on me with no underwear (yeah yeah)
Black skirt, not a lick of panties under there (uh-huh)
Gangster from the start, my heart ain’t got no love in there (uh-huh)
They always on my IG just to see what I wear
Got somebody’s bitch bent over, from the back and pullin’ hair (huh)
Fuck it, I don’t care (fuck it)
Count better than I spell (fuck it)
It smoke how it smell (fuck it)
Fuck ’em, send some shells (fuck ’em)
I just bought a P to smoke and I ain’t got shit for sale (nah)
I know you can tell (what?), I’m a fuckin’ player (player)

[Chorus]
Player (player), player (player), player (player), player (player)
Motherfuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), I’m a fuckin’ player
Player player (player), player (player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), motherfuckin’ player

[Verse 2]
Look how that shit hit (shine), Michael Jackson dancin’ (dance)
White bitch told me she wanna go fuck to Marilyn Manson (hol’ up)
My hood bitch said she wanna fuck me good then make a sandwich (okay)
I turned it to a traphouse but at first it was abandoned (trap)
The game been good to me (yeah)
A quarter milly every week (yeah)
I dream about cake when I sleep (yeah)
I wake up like it’s time to eat, hey
Fuck you, pay me (give me that)
Secure the bag daily (whoa whoa)
I’m thinkin’ new Mercedes
Your main bitch my baby (hah)
I fucked your favorite public figure but she say we dated (uh-uh)
My lil nigga can’t stay out of jail, he keep catchin’ cases (damn)
Two of my dogs, they fell out ’bout money and I swear I hate it (shit man)
I put extra ice on my wrist because it keep on achin’ (woo)
I put her legs behind her and now she keep on shakin’ (woo)
Bitch I went from a Cutlass (Cutlass), to a double R (R)
Light up my blunt then push a button, that motherfucker start (yeah)
Trap nigga living large (yeah)
I put that on God (ayy)

[Chorus]
Player (player), player (player), player (player), player (player)
Motherfuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), I’m a fuckin’ player
Player player (player), player (player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), motherfuckin’ player

Cam O’bi – TenderHeaded (feat. Smino)

[Chorus]
How come I can’t do what fuck I want do?
How come, how come?
Tryna get this skraight, no damn hot comb through
How come, how come?
Weavin’ through the naps, dreams been on hold
Since my cradle hit the flo
Tender head, my denim skrong
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaah

[Verse 1: Cam O’bi]
Remember when I was a kiddo, growin’ up in the middle
Windows lining my smile, silver teeth underneath my pillow
A nigga had a nappy head like a Brillo pad
Sister said I need to do somethin’ about them beedy-beed naps
Snackin’ on Andy Capp’s with a pickle and a quarter water
Walked in the barbershop asked me what I wanted
I told that man I wanted to look like Superman
But when he had the long hair
You know, kinda like Michael Jackson?
The damn barber just started laughin’
I cried as he gave me that bald fade
Afro puffs hit the flo’, symbolic of sheddin’ my innocence
I guess I thought they were magicians or alchemists or mathematicians
With algebraic, calculus algorithms designed to cure me of my nappiness
Like a perm burned off my happiness, I sat silently acquiescent, pitfalls of adolescence
Spitballs and scrabble sessions and tattle-tales
Playing around in the hallway like one of Santa’s elves
"You wanna goto jail?", "Hell naw, mister security!"
Got sent to the principal for my potty mouth
Talkin’ bout some, "give me your number so we can call the house"
But gimme got shot, so the ink stainin’ my record now
You pull a comb thru my afro that shit’ll crackle like a bowl full of Rice Krispies
Rollin’ my innocence in a cigarillo like

[Chorus]
How come I can’t do what fuck I want do?
How come, how come?
Tryna get this skraight, no damn hot comb through
How come, how come?
Weavin’ through the naps, dreams been on hold
Since my cradle hit the flo
Tender head, my denim skrong
How come, how come?
How come I can’t say what fuck I want say?
How come, how come?
Tender braids, but I can’t make my eyes rain
How come, how come?
Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb
When my cradle hit the flo’
Tender head, my genes on swole
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah

[Verse 2: Smino]
I don’t wanna sing the Star-Spangled Banner
Unless it’s produced by David Banner
Elbows on the lunch table, eatin’ on a gravy sammich
Lil’ nigga, no table manners
Crazy it attracted shawty’s
On the back of the bus gettin’ neck had a knack for noggin’
Lil’ nick at nighttime
Googlin’ booty, beauty illusions polluted and deep-rooted in my mind
My block was a Rubix
Anywhere you turned, the shit was hot around the clock
And they could not ice cube it, damn
Mama, I don’t like this school shit
Fuck an alogarithm, I’ll log into the music, damn
Daddy, I don’t like this school shit
I beat the desk until my knuckles bleed
All my teachers think I’m challenged mentally
But my mental skrong, know who I wanna be
Instantly began a surgery
Bada-bing, Voila!, made wings wit the words, Hallelujah, Yah bitch, Yah!
All my blessings came when I accepted I’m not y’all
I been put it down the line like laundry
They told find something more concrete
Now a lil’ nigga breakin’ concrete
Praises to God I ain’t no convict
They’ll never take away my confidence

[Chorus]
How come I can’t do what fuck I want do?
How come, how come?
Tryna get this skraight, no damn hot comb through
How come, how come?
Weavin’ through the naps, dreams been on hold
Since my cradle hit the flo
Tender head, my denim skrong
How come, how come?
How come I can’t say what fuck I want say?
How come, how come?
Tender braids, but I can’t make my eyes rain
How come, how come?
Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb
When my cradle hit the flo’
Tender head, my genes on swole
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah

Kris Wu – Deserve (feat. Travis Scott)

[Intro: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yah

[Verse 1: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
I got all this money, so I know you won’t expect this (yahhh)
Runnin’ on the low-low, but I know that you interested
I just made a call, you and your girls is on the guest list (yah, yah)
Maybe you’re still liquor, but I swear I wanna French kiss (it’s lit)
And that body on you girl, I promise that’s impressive
Rollie on my wrist, I’m trynna chill, but still I’m flexin’
Baby, you a star and all these others girls is extras (yah)
I been on the block, I’m trynna build with you like Tetris, oh (straight up)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you’re a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Kris Wu]
I might write a song about you tonight (you tonight)
You the perfect melody for the life (and what I like)
Let me make you famous, Michael Jackson dangerous
You my favorite song, add you to my playlist (oh)

[Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
You don’t gotta sleep alone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak
Shawty, you belong with me
Let me get you in your zone
Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

[Outro: Kris Wu]
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah

NAUGHTY BOY – One Chance To Dance lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m no professional dancer
Baby, I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But I would learn any move
Get with any groove
Just to dance with you
I’ll let my feet do the talking
I met her out when I’m walking
Show you what I can do
And you know it’s true
When I dance with you

[Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh, give me your hand
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I’ll be who I am
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Post-Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me one chance, one chance to dance
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Verse 2]
I’m no professional dancer
Baby, give me your answer
I’ll practice everyday
Don’t care what record plays
When I dance with you
You take the lead and I’ll follow
I’ll take my pride and I’ll swallow
May not have Jagger moves
But I ain’t gonna lose
When I dance with you

[Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh, give me your hand
I’ll be who I am
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Post-Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me one chance, one chance to dance
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Bridge]
And if I fall to my knees
I won’t crumble and freeze
I’ll pick myself up and I’ll try it again, and again until you see
I’ll take you by the hand
Just listen to me
Oh baby, if you could just give me a half of a chance
To make you understand
I know exactly who I am
I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Post-Chorus]
Give me one chance, one chance to dance
Give me one chance, one chance to dance
I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But give me one chance, one chance to dance
One chance, one chance to dance
One chance, one chance to dance

Naughty Boy – One Chance To Dance lyrics

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One Chance To Dance lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m no professional dancer
Baby, I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But I would learn any move
Get with any groove
Just to dance with you
I’ll let my feet do the talking
I met her out when I’m walking
Show you what I can do
And you know it’s true
When I dance with you

[Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh, give me your hand
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I’ll be who I am
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Post-Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me one chance, one chance to dance
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me one chance, one chance to dance

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[Verse 2]
I’m no professional dancer
Baby, give me your answer
I’ll practice everyday
Don’t care what record plays
When I dance with you
You take the lead and I’ll follow
I’ll take my pride and I’ll swallow
May not have Jagger moves
But I ain’t gonna lose
When I dance with you

[Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh, give me your hand
I’ll be who I am
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Post-Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me one chance, one chance to dance
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Bridge]
And if I fall to my knees
I won’t crumble and freeze
I’ll pick myself up and I’ll try it again, and again until you see
I’ll take you by the hand
Just listen to me
Oh baby, if you could just give me a half of a chance
To make you understand
I know exactly who I am
I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But give me one chance, one chance to dance

[Post-Chorus]
Give me one chance, one chance to dance
Give me one chance, one chance to dance
I ain’t no Michael Jackson
But give me one chance, one chance to dance
One chance, one chance to dance
One chance, one chance to dance