See a New Clip From the Upcoming Amy Winehouse Documentary

In a new clip from the controversial upcoming Amy Winehouse documentary, Amy, her manager describes the singer’s early hesitation to call herself a songwriter, despite her obvious ability to write poetry. We also get a glimpse at hand-written lyrics for her song, “Cherry.” Out July 3rd in the UK (with a US release date coming later), the documentary from BAFTA-winning director Asif Kapaida has not gotten the support of the Winehouse family, who told the Guardian last month that the “film contains some basic untruths….There are specific allegations made against family and management that are unfounded and unbalanced.” Watch the trailer for Amy here.

[Via Pitchfork]

London Fashion Week Will Be Going Digital for the First Time

The future of what fashion week will look like post-COVID19 has brought more questions than answers. This summer’s men’s runway shows in Milan have been postponed to coincide with the women’s schedule in September, while the Paris men’s shows have been canceled outright (as have the couture shows in July).

But London seems to be taking a different approach, one that perhaps other major cities could soon emulate. Originally the first stop in the leg of menswear shows in June, London Fashion Week: Men’s is relaunching as a gender-neutral affair with a digital-only platform.

The British Fashion Council announced the news this morning, adding that this will take effect for the next 12 months for the shows in June and September. It’s also pivoting to both reach both trade and consumer audiences through the official website londonfashionweek.co.uk.

British Fashion Council on Instagram: “On Friday 12th June, @londonfashionweek will relaunch as a digital only platform, open to all and merging womenswear and menswear in light…”

“By creating a cultural fashion week platform, we are adapting digital innovation to best fit our needs today and something to build on as a global showcase for the future,” said BFC Chief Executive Caroline Rush in a statement. “Designers will be able to share their stories, and for those that have them, their collections, with a wider global community.”

While exact details won’t be revealed until later, the Council said the week will showcase “multimedia content” including interviews, podcasts, designer diaries and webinars. Digital showrooms will enable designers to generate sales for both the public through existing collections and the retailers through orders for next season’s products.

Photo via Getty

Animal Crossing and Club Penguin Are Actually Dating Sites

When it comes to dating in quarantine, we’ve all been forced to get a little more creative with our online interactions. Whether we’re talking about Zoom orgies or FaceTime Tinder meet ups, digital hangouts on every possible platform have taken over. This also means social simulation games like Animal Crossing and Club Penguin have become great places for people to go on dates together.

As billions of people around the world are self-isolating at home, it makes sense that Club Penguin — or rather, the “Rewritten” remake of the popular original — has seen a huge increase in student users since the beginning of quarantine, while the launch of Animal Crossing’s New Horizons edition has become the talk of Twitter. After all, both are games that take place in virtual worlds where you can meet up with other players, chat and do activities together, which make them perfect places for digital hangouts.

That said, there is a bit of a difference when it comes to dating via these two games due to the way they’re structured. Club Penguin is an open world where you’re surrounded by other users, while Animal Crossing user Damian* said he thinks the game’s one-on-one experience of going to hang out on another person’s island makes things feel more intimate.

sometimes you gotta turn club penguin into a dating website. pic.twitter.com/93tZVXvz7X

— 🧚🏻‍♀️💕 (@SinfuIFairy) April 14, 2020

“It’s almost like getting someone’s number, because having them visit your island is kind of like inviting them to your house,” he said, explaining that “it’s a pain to get to an island.” According to him, you still have to go to the airport and fly there, which means you have to be a little more determined to go on dates with someone in Animal Crossing.

“They get to see your house and plants, and you have to trust them not to steal,” Damian added, saying that the experience of hanging out with someone on their island has been a “wholesome and cute way to flirt” through chatting, participating in virtual BBQs, or gifting each other useful tools to help their overall progress in the game.

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“It’s a fun way to hang out, because you’re not fucking,” he laughed, “It’s like, ‘You’re on my island, let’s give each other gifts. Here, I know you’re stuck, so I’m going to give you a ladder.'”

Additionally, Damian also said that he sees Animal Crossing as an easy way for singles in particular to connect with their crushes. As he explained, sometimes casual hangouts can turn into more — something that also led him to compare it to a less overt way of “sliding into their DMs” late at night.

“The game updates in real time, so you can see when someone’s on and be like, ‘Can I get your island code,'” he said, showing how one of Animal Crossing’s big appeals is that you can get together with someone without being so direct. “You can talk to your crushes without being so forward. It’s a good way to connect with someone you wanted to talk to, but may have never had an excuse to in a funny, safe way. And you can get close if you’re playing together every day.”

Singles aren’t the only ones using Animal Crossing and Club Penguin to hang out. In fact, many long-distance couples have been using both games to go on virtual date nights together.

After all, as Canadian Club Penguin user Sophie said, while she and her UK-based boyfriend have still been FaceTiming regularly, “During quarantine, we’ve done everything but go on a virtual date like this, so it was a whole new experience. We’re long distance, so we have to find virtual stuff to do together.”

Sophie was a Club Penguin regular at its peak, but she said she had “kind of forgotten about it” until seeing a Twitter post about CP Rewritten. And though her boyfriend had never played, they both decided to create accounts so that they could go on a virtual date to celebrate their six-month anniversary — something Sophie said was an incredibly fun, nostalgia-inducing experience for her.

my gf and i dating on my island #AnimalCrossing #ACNH #NintendoSwitch pic.twitter.com/9mdgDu2vAo

— ★彡 (@bopeepwillow) April 20, 2020

“I loved reliving some of my childhood, and he enjoyed experiencing a part of childhood that he missed,” she said, noting how they spent hours playing games like hide-and-seek and hunting for treasure together. “I think that by going on these dates, they allow for us to relive old memories and make new ones together.”

Even after quarantine ends, they plan to continue going on Club Penguin dates because “games like these let us try to imitate IRL dates, as we are currently unable to,” she said.

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Similarly, long-distance couple Jo and Stephen have been using Animal Crossing to meet up virtually, as she lives in Belgium and he’s in the UK.

“Since the lockdown and the borders being closed we couldn’t meet up like we were supposed to, so we decided to both get Animal Crossing after seeing other people going on dates on the game,” they said. “On our first Animal Crossing date we visited each other’s islands and took loads of pictures together in the museum… sat by a campfire and talked a bit. It was very cute.”

Explaining that the game itself is “really addicting,” the couple went on to say that because new stuff is added to the game every month, they’re looking forward to continuing these dates and doing things like “seeing how far the other got with their museum.”

Jo added, “I think the people who go on dates in the game just want to be with their partner during these hard times and the game keeps us connected.” She said hanging out with Stephen on Animal Crossing has been an “adorable and fun” experience that “really makes this quarantine a bit easier.”

Ultimately, using these games has helped her feel better about the situation-at-hand, and would also prove beneficial to anyone else looking to connect with those they care about during these strange times.

“It really felt like we were meeting up even though it was just in a game,” she said. “I would recommend it to all the couples out there who are having a hard time coping with not being able to see each other in real life.”

*Name has been changed.

Welcome to “Sex with Sandra,” a column by Sandra Song about the ever-changing face of sexuality. Whether it be spotlight features on sex work activists, deep dives into hyper-niche fetishes, or overviews on current legislation and policy, “Sex with Sandra” is dedicated to examining some of the biggest sex-related discussions happening on the Internet right now.

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No One Is Fucking on Netflix’s New Reality Show, Either

Sorry but did Netflix know coronavirus was coming? If not, please explain the timing of Tiger King. And now, as millions quarantining without sexual partners hit their fifth week of celibacy (or digital substitutes), how Netflix just dropped a reality TV show all about sexual frustration.

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Too Hot to Handle is based on the Boomer-ish premise that young people’s fast and casual relationship to sex has devalued intimacy and commitment. So they dropped ten of “the hottest, horniest, commitment-phobic swipesters” in a beachside mansion where no one’s allowed to fuck, to see if they can be cured. No one can so much as kiss, and the group’s $100,000 ($10,000 each) cash prize depreciates if they do. The contestants, blissfully under no pretenses of having been chosen for anything besides their looks, arrive on the island unaware of the twist. Twelve hours in, they’re informed by the Alexa-ish device that serves as host that any thirsty behavior will cost the group: kissing docks $3,000, sex costs $20,000.

Too Hot To Handle on Instagram: “There are conditions to your stay here. Meet the singletons: @brycehirschberg @chloeveitchofficial @david.birtwistle @francescafarago…”

Compulsory chastity and society-wide consequences if you break the rules… sound familiar? Reality TV life already has a lot in common quarantine: social isolation with a group of people you likely didn’t choose deliberately, the urge to stir up just drama for no reason, etc. The only difference is they’re not allowed to masturbate. And we know we’re only getting $1,200 to begin with.

Netflix became a reality TV juggernaut with The Circle and Love is Blind. This new creation seems to combine their secret ingredient — a pseudo-sociological twist — with the other recent winning strategy of late (re: Love Island): accents. Contestants are plucked from all over the UK, Australia and America. Just based on the trailer, besides watching hot horny people shame their hornier, weaker lessers for a lack of control, the accents constitute a good chunk of the entertainment.

Related | Here’s Why ‘Love Is Blind’s Cameron and Lauren Look So Good Together

Too Hot to Handle seems destined for virality, but can watching people not fuck really be as gratifying than watching them do it? Does watching the show from our weird social experiment mean we’ll relate to our hotter, blueballed counterparts? Will the internet’s horny solidarity become unstoppable? Or, will the show make us more sexually frustrated than ever? Sadly, it’s Friday and we have nothing better to do than find out.


Screenshot via Netflix



W.e.n.a. – Wszystko Lyrics

[Verse 1: Włodi]
7:30 – siedzę na krawędzi łóżka
Twarz chowam w dłoniach, nie podchodzę do lustra
Dusza porzucona, na dnie pusta muszla
Przepuszcza okazję by coś zmienić, bo już mam
Dosyć wygranych, dość porażek
Dowodów na to, co jest ważne
Hedonizmu, dość ascezy,
Cholernej presji, mnóstwa przeżyć
Układów, kompromisów
Cudzych butów w moim życiu
Ślepej wiary, dość obowiązków
Coś jest ze mną nie w porządku?
Mam dość istnienia sensu – zbyt wiele pustki w sercu –
Własnych myśli, ludzkich głosów, dość muzyki, (megaherzów)
Pokory, dobrych rad
Na zewnątrz chłodny wiatr
Zabierze gniew dym z moich ust
Mam dość przemyśleń, pustych słów
Dość walki, dość niemocy
Przeczucia, że czas skończyć
Wszechwiedzących ignorantów
Wezwań do spłat raty w banku
Falsyfikaty. Mam tu, miłość, przyjaźń i szacunek
Bazar uczuć, full podróbek, też masz dosyć? (Witam w klubie)

[Hook: W.E.N.A.] x2

Dość tych samych twarzy wokół siebie
Mam dość – upadam, wstaję, znowu biegnę
Mam dość rytmu dnia, zysków i strat, krzyków i braw
Cyklu lat, być lub brać, gdy dookoła nas nic nie jest pewne

[Bridge: W.E.N.A.]
Nic nie jest pewne x2

[Verse 2: W.E.N.A.]
(Dość!)
Supportu fanów, zdania hejterów, agresji bez celu
Nie mogę znieść powietrza bez tlenu, ambicji graczy i podejścia trenerów
Dość wojny, by wstawać każdego dnia, dosyć wymagań
Dobra i zła, drogi przykazań, resztę spraw daj mi wymazać
Nie chcę wiedzieć, czy wzbiję się i spadnę i ziemia zabije mnie
Nie winię jej, mam dosyć życia, niech przyjdzie śmierć
Żadnych obietnic pochlebcy, kłamcy, oszczercy. Martwa cisza
Chcę nie oddychać, mogę nie myśleć o tym wszystkim dzisiaj?
Ufności i wiary, dość mówienia wciąż o tym samym
Dość patosu wokół, skali chaosu, godności wytrwałych
Żaru piekła, chłodu nieba i anarchii w gettach
Powszechnej apatii, obojętności tłumu, fałszu i tempa
Za którym nie potrafię nadążyć, staję, patrzę na chodnik
Słyszę głosy. Mam dosyć głosów, nie walczę z własnym nieładem, zapomnij
Dosyć nocy, wyrzutów sumienia, dość przeprosin
Nie patrzeć sobie w oczy, mam dosyć siebie, ale dość już o tym

[Hook] x2
[Bridge]

[Verse 3: Te-Tris]
Mam dosyć planów, klepania po plecach, deptania po piętach i pustych rad
Gdybań i debat o celach i błędach, co to je popełniam już drugi raz
Głupich mas, obowiązków, sztucznych gwiazd, ton botoksu
W knajpie napiwków, kapitalizmu, choć wierci mi dziurę mój głos rozsądku
Dość po prostu, dość dziś, nawet Barney mnie nie śmieszy
Nie poznaję własnej matki i warczę do niej jak marnotrawne dzieci
Dość starych śmieci, dość pytań co słychać w moim mieście
Dość tego, co leci w tv i dość tego co wpycha mi internet
Stop, nie mam siły, stop nie mam siły – mam siłę
Kocham świat na co dzień to znienawidzę go chociaż na chwilę
Stop, nie dam rady, stop, nie dam rady – dam radę
Dość rad nieczułych podniebień pod niebem, czuję smak marzeń
Nawet jak łażę z nosem na kwintę, to żyję, marzę i gram vabank
Nie pytaj mnie znów o granice, niebo limitem, to sprawdzam sam
Daj nam czas wygrać, napisać ten ostatni wers
Ale nie dziś, bo najbardziej dość mam tych co się poddają, wiesz?

Luxtorpeda – Mazanic Lyrics

Brzęczą monety, szeleszczą banknoty w rękach estety
Na targach miernoty, dźwięcznie wybrzmiewa ta prosta melodia
Handel wypełnia ją na dwóch akordach

Z rozkołysanej bezkreśnie kolebki
Wypadło na świat i zamilkło
Zrodzone z wysokiej klasy rodziców
Doskonałej jakości dziecko
Milczało tak, chłonąc obrazy i dźwięki
Za które nikt nie chciał zapłaty
Z dziecięcą radością w kolorach tęczy
Odkrywało kolejne światy

Ma za nic układy, układy ma za nic
Ma za nic granice, granice ma za nic
Ma za nic monety, monety ma za nic
Ma za nic
Ma za nic
Ma za nic

Więcej, więcej, więcej
Więcej piniondza muszą mięć
Wół, stary wół nie pamięta, nie pamięta, jak cielęciem był

Brzęczą monety, szeleszczą banknoty w rękach estety
Na targach miernoty, dźwięcznie wybrzmiewa ta prosta melodia
Handel wypełnia ją na dwóch akordach

Gdy mężem się stałem
Wyzbyłem się tego, co we mnie było dziecięce
Kupiłem dom, nabyłem mądrość
I nadal chciałem mieć więcej
Nienasycony i nienauczony
By słuchać mądrości dziecka
Nieprzeliczana na waluty świata
Jest miłość i prostota serca

Władzę podziały majątek cały
Ma za nic
Władzę podziały majątek cały
Ma za nic

Więcej, więcej, więcej
Więcej piniondza muszą mięć
Wół, stary wół nie pamięta, nie pamięta, jak cielęciem był

Frisco – What It Is Lyrics

[Intro]
Oi, I swear that’s the feds
Oi, put your seatbelt on, fam
Oi, take off your hat, take off your hat

[Hook]
I’m fully legit but the feds
Got me feeling like I done something wrong
You should’ve seen the look on her face
When I told her where I’m from
Everybody in a rat race for the top
Man, it’s the same old song
They wanna skew man, chew, man’s moving sho
They wanna know what I’m on but
Sorry, that’s what it is
Boy Better Know, fam, that’s what it is
Come through, f**k up the ting, no long ting
Rudeboy ting, yeah, that’s what it is
Man are like “nah, fam, don’t diss Frisco
He’s a madman, man know what it is”
I’ve gotta do my ting for my kid
So works haffi run, fam, that’s what it is

[Verse 1]
I’ve got feds behind me and I’m nervous
But I know that I ain’t done nuttin’ wrong
Check the irony, feds getting away with murder
Same old song
Just another day in the jungle
Out here’s like a royal rumble
I’m out here tryna enjoy life
At the same time tryna be humble
Life, I attack that, strap in the backpack
In case man wanna act bad, Boy Better Know
It’s going off like Afghan, man are walking around
Talking about their this and their that, fam
I don’t wanna be part of that gang
Kill an MC with words, hangman
Boot off a soundboy’s head, Van Damme

[Hook]
I’m fully legit but the feds
Got me feeling like I done something wrong
You should’ve seen the look on her face
When I told her where I’m from
Everybody in a rat race for the top
Man, it’s the same old song
They wanna skew man, chew, man’s moving sho
They wanna know what I’m on but
Sorry, that’s what it is
Boy Better Know, fam, that’s what it is
Come through, f**k up the ting, no long ting
Rudeboy ting, yeah, that’s what it is
Man are like “nah, fam, don’t diss Frisco
He’s a madman, man know what it is”
I’ve gotta do my ting for my kid
So works haffi run, fam, that’s what it is

[Verse 2]
Well, when I’m on a riddim
Me, fall off? Well, that’s what it isn’t
Man can’t tek me for no Pot Noodle
If you heard that he boiled me, he didn’t
Oh no, he didn’t say what I thought he said
What? I beg a man speak up
Oh, you’re mad cuh we’re putting UK on the map
And you niggas can’t keep up, move up
I will take MCs to the cleaners
We get it done, you man are just dreamers
2015, didn’t drop nuttin’
Just know I was killing them features
Yeah, cause that’s what it is
I will come see you if that’s what it is
But more time I just do my ting
And get P, my G, cause that’s what it is

[Hook]
I’m fully legit but the feds
Got me feeling like I done something wrong
You should’ve seen the look on her face
When I told her where I’m from
Everybody in a rat race for the top
Man, it’s the same old song
They wanna skew man, chew, man’s moving sho
They wanna know what I’m on but
Sorry, that’s what it is
Boy Better Know, fam, that’s what it is
Come through, f**k up the ting, no long ting
Rudeboy ting, yeah, that’s what it is
Man are like “nah, fam, don’t diss Frisco
He’s a madman, man know what it is”
I’ve gotta do my ting for my kid
So works haffi run, fam, that’s what it is

Frisco – Invasion Lyrics (feat. Skepta & JME)

[Hook: Frisco]
It’s an invasion, it’s an invasion
It’s an invasion, it’s an invasion
It’s an invasion, it’s an invasion
It’s an invasion, truss

[Verse 1: Frisco]
From the day that I came here backs to the wall, working my brain
Boy Better Know be the family, better know that you can’t come and try break this chain here
Wait there, it’s an invasion
Boy Better Know everything, CDs, T-shirts, SIM cards
You can’t tell Boy Better Know anything
Actually chat to me, get back to me
Naturally, I’m badder than most
Niggas in the backroom bagging up o’s
All over the UK bagging up shows
You man are moist, you man are damp
Hang them man out to dry like a clothesline
You’ll get the dial tone quick for trying to chat shit on my Boy Better Know line

[Verse 2: Jme]
From Boy Better Know touchdown, everything gets enhanced
New shit, new money, new lyrics for the mandem to light up a dance
Trust me, this ain’t no act
Look around you fam, it’s live
So when I say Boy Better Know invasion, I don’t have to tell you twice
Watch me invade, put a BBK sim in your sim tray
Run man over in the beamer, get hit with a whip like Kunta Kinte
I make you forget your name, Toby getting paranormal [?]
Doing this ting from 966 TDK 90 minute takes

[Verse 3: Skepta]
£100,000 is what they gave me
100 flows and they’re all mine
100 fake niggas in rap, 100 broke niggas in grime
I’ve been to jail in foreign countries, nobody here can tell me about crime
‘Cause if I send a Boy Better Know group text, trust me it’s invasion time
So when I say it’s on, then it’s on nigga
Ring the doorbell like ding dong nigga
You don’t want to hear the straps sing a song nigga
Leave a dead body like a stink bomb nigga
I stay low, I’m a ping pong nigga
But still I ball out like Frimpong nigga
Been around the world, that’s why I’ve got a carbon footprint bigger than King Kong nigga

[Hook: Frisco]
It’s an invasion, it’s an invasion
It’s an invasion, it’s an invasion
It’s an invasion, it’s an invasion
It’s an invasion, truss

Ten Typ Mes – Cygara I Pety Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mes]
Do papierosów jakoś nigdy nie mogłem się przekonać
Jakoś pety nie dały mi spokoju niestety
Zobacz: te dziewczyny i te szlugi
Zwykle nierozłączne, znasz jakąś niepalącą? E, skądże!
Znam dobrze ten mechanizm tych, którzy
Uzależniali się jeszcze naprawdę nie umiejąc palić
Młode typki jarali to, co wszyscy
Dziś są prawie tacy sami, zasiledlają jeden dystrykt
Panny z jednej paczki, każdy mógł je mieć
I miał je jak te szlugi
Zacznij dostrzegać, że więcej jest podobieństw między nimi
Choroby są te same – trafiali do różnych klinik
Palili by być gościem
Innym gościom udowadniać swoją fikcyjną dorosłość
Dziewczyny tkwiły w tej układance
Układ ze smukłą dupą uwypukla bycie samcem

[Hook: Mes]
Cygara jak te piękne kobiety
Szlugi jak te marne dupy
Żebyś wiedział, że jakoś też szanuję monogamię
Jak tak lubisz to lub i fajnie
Cygara jak te piękne kobiety
Szlugi jak te marne dupy
Niektórzy myślą, że wyżej stawiam poligamię
Nie, bynajmniej – ona ma wyłączność na mnie

[Verse 2: Mes]
Sam nie lubiłem szlugów po nich ryj mi blednie
I ktoś poczęstował mnie cygarem gdy zdałem do średniej
To było święto i ten smak bezwiednie przechowałem w głowie
Jako złudzenie, że bezbłędnie
W życiu czuję się i jest tak pięknie
Inni palacze wyglądali przy tym dość mętnie
Czas mijał, wzmacniał więź uzależnień
Oni dobierali sobie damy bez westchnień
Bez pasji jakby ktoś ich zmusił
A ja swoim cygarem nawet nie mogłem się zakrztusić
Dopracowany w każdym szczególe rzadko
Mogłem sobie na nie pozwolić lecz było warto
Powoli odkrywałem ich głębię
A resztę obsrywałem, a one mnie jak gołębie
W obrębie moich myśli jednak zostawały szlugi
Ale wiedziałem, że mnie one nie mogą zgubić

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Mes]
Bóg przestawia daty w kalendarzu
I to do niego po czasie niektórzy mają zarzut
Bo to po latach widzą swoją próżność
Przez którą zaczęli palić, ale jest już za późno
Ich narzeczone, co gorsza matki ich dzieci
Zdają się być wypalone jak te pety
Nie dziw się, byli ze sobą, bo we dwójkę życie mniej boli
To się wymknęło spod kontroli hurtem
Chcieli trochę popierdolić, gdzieś wyjechać
By koleżanki mówiły: “Ona ma faceta, ja – pecha”
Dziś razem ćmią jednego peta
Dla chwili przyjemności wypalają przepaść
Nie tak wyobrażali sobie to, gdy on
Zabrał ją na działkę, zerżnął, poczęstował fajkiem
Jasne, wszyscy tutaj palą i pierdolą:
Ja kiedy chcę, one kiedy muszą, oni kiedy mogą

[Hook]

Ten Typ Mes – Wjaazd! Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mes]
Skurwysyny, to jest właśnie to, co nazywam wejściem z buta!
Singiel, którego możesz wreszcie słuchać
Ktoś powiedział, że rap podupadł, że jak refren, to dupa
I czuje się jakby ktoś mu wpychał plastik do ucha
Nadciągam horyzonty poszerzyć
Ostatni raper, któremu jeszcze zależy
Ziomy mówią na mnie “Mes”, ex panny “skurwiel”
Mama żałuje, że nie zostałem chirurgiem
Ale ja wolę dostarczać hity hurtem
Choć lepiej zarabiałbym, gdybym miał burdel
Robię włam do Twego radia, mam wytrych
Po to, byś potem dotarł do całej płyty
Mój plan jest chytry, bo na niej jest hardcore, wiem
Nie puszczałoby go radio 66,6 FM
To nie kompromis, to gwałt na rynku
Kiedy skończę, Mezio będzie bał się wyjść z budynku
(Aha! To jest hip-hop! Taa!)

[Hook: Mes]
Kiedy robię ten wjazd, to jest jakbym mówił: “Nie!”
Tym, którzy w kłamstwach gubią się
Lubią mieć brudne ręce, boją się pytań
Dlatego ta gra potrzebuje Typa
Kiedy robię ten szturm, na drodze nie ma przeszkód
Żaden chór nie powstrzyma manifestu
Puść to głośniej, nie daj im zapomnieć
Przybijasz pionę? – Przyłącz się do mnie!

[Verse 2: Mes]
Bieda? Słyszałeś o tym. O hajsie też
Pytasz kto coś nowego odnajdzie? Mes!
Gdybym mógł być Supermanem jeden dzień
Usunąłbym wtedy to frajerstwo w cień
Ale nie mogę, niech zastąpi to słów zasób
Chcesz być Kombii czy Republiką naszych czasów?
Sram na złoto, heh, mogę dojść do miedzi
Rozumiesz? Chodzę do studia zamiast do spowiedzi
Bzdury – ludzie najedli się ich do syta
Nagranych, żeby było za co grubo posypać
A ja patrzę przez mój ’82 rocznik
Daję nadzieję fanom jak strajk w stoczni. Dorośnij!
(Aha, ta, stałeś na baczność czekając na ten album? Spocznij!)

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Mes]
Nawijam o sobie, ale Ty czujesz dreszcze
Twój brat mówi: “prawda”, siostra wierci się na krześle
Trzecia płyta, ale ma siłę debiutu
To jak akupunktura – po prostu wiem, gdzie ukłuć
Dziś młodzież wpada w sieć jak w fetę kiedyś
Myślą, że przez sieć można mieć kobietę, coś przeżyć
To błąd! Po to też nagrywam, by mogli powiedzieć:
“Chcę…” lub “Nie chcę skończyć tak jak on”
Dałem Wam brzmienie, które mi dał Nowy York, potem G-Funk
W górze więcej nowych rąk, a dzisiaj
Kaszlę fałszem, to solo jest jak syrop
Walczę, prawie dwa razy młodszy niż Liroy, sprawdź mnie
Showbiz jest skostniały, mam dość chały
Błyszczę na tle pozostałych
(Aha, 2cztery7, Flexxip – sprawdź!)

[Hook]

[Outro x2: Mes]
Dziewczyno, kiwaj głową, do góry ręce
Po co ręce? To jakbyś sushi jadła widelcem
Tera nie ruszaj się, wyobraź sobie jesteś topielcem
W cumshotach jestem wyborowym strzelcem

Aitch – MICE Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
[?]
Put me off
WhyJay

[Verse]
Got a couple statements to make and some papers to chase
I’ve been grafting all year, still ain’t taking a break
Fam, I need to vacate, get my shades out the case
Trust me, can’t nobody ever throw shade on the Aitch (Woh)
Shame it ain’t ever easy, had to wait for my play
Had the promises were made but man are blatantly fake
Had to change up my ways, I just weighed up the game
Now the radio plays, that’s just making me cake (Ah-ah)
Look it’s Deezy, got your girlfriend in the feelings
Then I’m linking Simon, talking millions in meetings
Nineteen years old, four bills and we go eatin’
And nineteen on the plate, four circles on the key ring (Skrrt)
Looking at the charts, come like looking in the mirror
Murdered every feature, when you greet me, call me killer (Uh)
Rapper, not a preacher, God forgive me, I’m a sinner
But I know you got my back so I give thanks before my dinner
Hottest younger in the UK, give a fuck what you say
They was poppin’ back then, cuzzy it’s a new day
Rapping ’bout a MAC-10, you’re thirty, it’s too late
Winding up your guns, you’re not worthy, it’s too fake, uh
Choppin’ rhythms up with YG, gotta whip a new tate
Blockin’ women out my life, yeah, I ain’t got time for you babe
Box of liquor on my driver, tryna’ find a new wave
Call the rider when outside and get inside the new shape (Haha)
Taking a piss, ain’t popped a pill but I’m taking a trip
Straight to the moon and then straight to the booth
Go and lace up my shoes and head straight to your bitch
Basically I’m going crazy with this
You ain’t taming me, please stay away from the kid
Hit the belly, now I can’t stay away from the fridge
Really poppin’, you ain’t stoppin’ me, I am made for this shit
One step, two step, killer rapper, who’s next?
Pussy, am the truth so don’t every get the youth vexxed
Doing what I do, I’m making moves, I got my crew set
Headlocking the game, gonna finish it with a suplex
I’ve been killing it, seriously where the fuck have you been?
Beat the odds, I’ve got the haters, every point got proven
Let me in and now they sit because your boys a new sense
Take the piss a little bit, but you can’t knock the movement
Mum and dad are happy, shit been taking off
And they ain’t got to worry ’bout a mortgage ’cause I paid it off
Had to take my shot because I really couldn’t take my job
Now I’m making guapies, kinda hard to find a way to not, haha
With my baby cakes I’m baking off
You know she love the baby face, it’s bake, she call me babe a lot
I take her on a date but turns out she really made the spot
Sexy with the make-up, but sexier when she take it off
Someone calm me down, I’m on fire, this shit be flamin’ hot
Sick of celebrating, all the herders they were taking shots
All I get is W’s, this winning got me faded off
Speak my mind every time I see the mic
Say it how it is, I just be me fam I don’t need to lie
Easy with it G, I bring the P’s to keep my peace of mind
Do it for the cake and I won’t sleep until I eat a slice
But don’t fuck about us, I swear I put the shotters down
You’re lucky if I take a break, you’re fucked if I put something out
Put the beat to bed, cut my check and then I’m cuttin’ out
Zubby to the head, this kushy cookie got me buggin’ out
Why the men pretending like they’re fucking with the kid?
Indirectly sending got you looking like a bitch
I got love for everyone but trusting them’s a myth
Live your life upon [?]
Haha

H16 – Triumf Lyrics

Ye-ah-ah.. (Ye-ah-ah)
Triumf. (Triumf)
Ah
20-16

Časy kedy repu vládol iný pán. (Oh)
Kamarátov volali sme homeboys. (Homie)
A pamätám si každý chcel byť indián. (Yeah)
A zrazu je to všade samí cowboy

Ta póza je všetko, čo vieš o slove postoj. (Ah)
Ty nie si boss, to z teba hovori sprostosť
Ja som posolstvo bohov jak Tolstoy. (Yeah)
Vojna a mier – Moja viera v celý kozmos. (Oh)

Nerešpektujeme autority, my sme autori
Naše pancierové auto na tie závory
Nezautomatizovatelný vašimi zákonmi
Nestrielam z aurory, žiarim jak auróry

Reperi nie sú reálny, môj život je surreálny
Preto ked počujú moje meno su sentimentálny
Nechápu stále ten odkaz aj keď je elementárny
Nedaváš kvalitný materiál pokým nie si mentálny. (Ajj)

Krv, pot, slzy more. Ideme si pre svoje
Máme piči ak smé drzí, more
Nehaj čáva snívať svoj sen aj keď nespí. (Yeah)
Ja si tu len kreslím svoj vesmír, som Mc. (Mc!)

Nie som priemerný reper. Brácho, som mc. (Mc)
Môžem ti ukázať ako. Sestra, som Mc. (Mc!)
Sú to roky, nie chvíľu, ťahám pílu, šestnástu milú
Čekuj tu silu – Triumf. (Triumf)

Stále verný našej hudbee
Najprv drina potom triumf ako Wu-Tang. (Wu-Tang)
Prešli sme si hrboľatou cestou. (Yeah)
Roky trvalo kým dostavil sa úspech. (Úspech)

Stále verný našej hudbee
Najprv drina potom triumf ako Wu-Tang. (Wu-Tang)
Prešli sme si hrboľatou cestou. (Ah)
Roky trvalo kým dostavil sa úspeech. (Yeah!)

A toto je ten triumf, triumf. (Triumf)
Toto je náš triumf, triumf
Prešli sme si hrboľatou cestou
Roky trvalo kým dostavil sa triumf, triumf

A toto je ten triumf, triumf
Toto je náš triumf, triumf
Toto je ten triumf, triumf
(13 rokov driny a teraz – Triumf)

Kedysi všetci hrali to na stoku
Dnes sú z nich len facebookoví gangstri
My sme mali od začiatku trochu iný focus
Neriešili druhých, pimpovali svoje texty

Nehráme s vami monopoly, hráme loyality
Rodina a česť sú nepredajné komodity
Do hĺbky aj po povrchu, nikdy bez kvality,.
City aj egotripy – Obraz reality

Mnohé naše hity povýšili ste na hymny
Žiadny stres homie, kým sme spolu tak sme silní
16 homie, crew čo má ten spirit
Naskillovaný jak siri, flow Harakiri. (Harakiri)

Čekuj ombre, flow paso doble
To je ten tanec slov potom, čo slabší zomre
Ano včera bolo dobre, česť porazeným
No dnes je dnes a my sme pripravený osláviť ten triumf

Sme živí a zdraví, to je triumf. (Triumf)
Živí nás to, čo nás baví, to je triumf. (Triumf)
Žijeme naplno starý
Ďalšie brko sa balí, a naším kamošom darí

To je triumf! (Triumf)
V svete, kde mladí sú terčom
Snažíme zo srdca sa ukázať slepcom
Jak myslieť vo väčšom, a cestu za svetlom
Kde všetko je kvetom, my to robíme repom
Triumf! (Triumf)

Stále verný našej hudbee
Najprv drina potom triumf ako Wu-Tang. (Wu-Tang)
Prešli sme si hrboľatou cestou. (Yeah)
Roky trvalo kým dostavil sa úspech. (Úspech)

Stále verný našej hudbee
Najprv drina potom triumf ako Wu-Tang. (Wu-Tang)
Prešli sme si hrboľatou cestou. (Ah)
Roky trvalo kým dostavil sa úspeech. (Yeah!)

A toto je ten triumf, triumf. (Triumf)
Toto je náš triumf, triumf
Prešli sme si hrboľatou cestou
Roky trvalo kým dostavil sa triumf, triumf

A toto je ten triumf, triumf
Toto je náš triumf, triumf
Toto je ten triumf, triumf
(13 rokov driny a teraz – Triumf)

Danny Seth – Our City Lyrics (feat. Louis Mattrs)

[Intro]
Uh, tell ’em this what hip hop needs, uh

[Verse 1: Danny Seth]
I grew up in a city
Where they never gave a pity or a f**k
Unless you’re doing grime or UK hip hop
Shit, I guess you’ll never buss
But I was thinking different
Wasn’t off the acid but I always had a vision
How I saw the USA was up for acquisition
So I got a pen and pad and jotted down my proposition, uh
The British Coming
We did it on our own, no help, no nothing
And as far as pulling through for my city
Well, I guess it got me feeling like a plunger
Uh, I wonder if they love me or they hate
Cause of what I’m wearing instead of digesting what I’m saying
The internet, it has a way to make me look good
And my Instagram is looking like a look book
But why the f**k I got more followers on that than on my SoundCloud?
Shit is scary, man, it’s making Suge shook
So I’mma keep my lyrics so clean not even 7 maids will find a speckle of dirt in between
And have the elders playing this shit to their teens and tell em this what hip hop needs

[Bridge]
Bright lights in my city, I’m dark knight
Off a xanee cause I got long flight
I told my baby girl I gotta save the city
Cause within my city, man, they call me dark knight

[Hook: Louis]
I’m the dark knight of my city
Catch me on the block all night
And I ain’t worried bout my sinners
They be riding with me till I die
They see me rollin in the streets
So they know it’s alright
Yeah, I’m the dark knight of my city
Catch me on the block all night, on the block all night

[Verse 2: Danny Seth]
This rapping shit, I do it for my city’s sake
And I should be a stylist how I changed the game
Me and the music, we kinda integrate
I drop a couple bars and rappers then disintegrate
Lyrically, I’m punching in a different weight
And f**k the other-side, I serve em like a dinner plate
Anyway, let me continue what I was chatting bout
I had a dream to make it overseas
I called my brother Jesse, got my clothes
And got my bags and started packing now
He told me it would be alright, I listened
Fast forward a couple months and they still doubting
So many ups and downs I feel like I just climbed a mountain
I find it funny how I had a fanbase in the US
Before my own people finding out about me
I guess it bothered me but I just kept writing
Little do my city know I’m tryna make em shine
For longer than a second like some lightning
It’s freighting, the scene up in my city need a viking
To cross the seas and hold the torch up and till it’s dying, it’s quiet
Uh, yeah I swear it’s f**king quiet
So now I got the labels offering
My heart is saying no, my wallet saying let em in
Then I play my tapes, and they saying “where’s the hits?”
And if I hear that one more time I swear to gosh I’m gonna be sick
They tell me justify the music
Tell me what you see
I tell em this what hip hop needs

[Bridge]
Bright lights in my city, I’m dark knight
Off a xanee cause I got long flight
I told my baby girl I gotta save the city
Cause within my city, man, they call me dark knight

Ajman – Ey Lyrics

[Bridge]
Tu sobą być, żyć
Własną drogą na szczyt
Nie obchodzą nas Ci źli
Oglądają nas w TV

[Refren]
EY! Chcieli, żebym miał mniej
Nie potrafili mnie znieść, nie mogą już nic zmienić
Spełniam swój sen, mam to co chcieliby mieć
To co chcieliby mieć, to co chcieliby mieć x2

[Żyje w kolorze, skóra brązowa, na niebie błękit
Idę po swoje, razem z ziomami
Nic się nie boję, niepokonani
Nie jestem tu sam, fani są z nami
To dla nich gram, bez żadnych granic
Realizuję swój plan, schowałem strach, nie głowę pod piach
Motywacją nie jest pieniądz, chociaż nigdy w życiu nie miałem większej pensji
Kiedy byłem na dnie zawsze robiłem to co robie bez żadnych pretensji
Nie zabierzesz mi energii, robię swoje nie mam żadnej konkurencji
Moje słowa to naboje, robię BANG BANG to tkwi we mnie a za “hejty” dzięki
Patrz jak się kręci (Patrz, patrz)
Nie wierzyli mi, widzę jak ich swędzi
Widzę masę nie tęgich min
Gdzie są Ci co mieli czelność kpić?!
Czelność kpić… Mam w sobie pewność
Oni mogą być źli. Ty możesz być z nimi
Ale dla mnie jesteś kim?

[Bridge]
Tu sobą być, żyć
Własną drogą na szczyt
Nie obchodzą nas Ci źli
Oglądają nas w TV

[Refren]
EY! Chcieli, żebym miał mniej
Nie potrafili mnie znieść, nie mogą już nic zmienić
Spełniam swój sen, mam to co chcieliby mieć
To co chcieliby mieć, to co chcieliby mieć x2

[Zwrotka 2]
Rzucili wiele słów na wiatr, teraz to odbieram jak śmieszny żart
Wiem ile jestem wart, na co mnie stać, a Ty dziobem kłap kłap
Ja nie liczę na farta, budzę się rano i robię swoje
Wstaję, nie płaczę, że chcę żyć inaczej, wróżyli łopatę ja robię swoje
Mama się nie martwi bo wie, że działam
Z dala kłopoty, policja nie wpada
Dobrze zarabiam się wszystko układa
Co bym nie robił to “hejty” są nadal
Będę Cię karmił, odpal internet
Będę powodem dla którego tam wejdziesz
Patrz na mnie, pisz o mnie… (Za darmo syp mi “fejm”)
Żyje i biorę co dano mi, skaczę nad podkładanymi kłodami
Czasami upadam, czasami jest chujnia, czasami sam wątpię, że może się udać
Ale kto jak nie ja? Kto jak nie my?
Liczę, że Ty też będziesz w tym
Pieprzyć tych co tu robią syf
My możemy wszystko, oni nic…

[Bridge]
Tu sobą być, żyć
Własną drogą na szczyt
Nie obchodzą nas Ci źli
Oglądają nas w TV

[Refren]
EY! Chcieli, żebym miał mniej
Nie potrafili mnie znieść, nie mogą już nic zmienić
Spełniam swój sen, mam to co chcieliby mieć
To co chcieliby mieć, to co chcieliby mieć x2

Quadeca – Who Would’ve Thought Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I don’t wanna be a ribbon in the sky
Living in disguise
Man I see the venom in the middle of their eyes
Better figure if you’re living or you die
Cause it’s time for you to finish your reply
I’ve been dealing with these guys
Better know that I ain’t black and I rap
So I guess I’m automatically wack, when…
Matter of fact…
I am better than like half of these actors
Outdated like a battery pack
That a Blackberry has on the back of its tab
My rapping has the wrath of attack to send a missile back to Iraq
Then leave a crack on the map
And I put my train of thought right back on the track
All these rapper out of breath
Hear that gasp like a motherf**kin’ asthma attack
Match match match, making flames when I swipe right
And I ain’t talking bout some crap on an app
Man, I’m blowing up with bars, like a TNT
Blowing up: TNT
With Bars: AT&T
I’m the one you may see on a screen
I won’t be passing out like, “Hey! Is he on lean?”
Nah, I ain’t about that
The music that I make is a motherf**kin’ soundtrack
To the dopest life, Big Sean, better bounce back
Everybody trine raise the stakes [Steaks] well they better take it outback
I got a lot on my mind and I’m not gonna stop for a red sign
Talking a lot ’bout the headlines
My death and the time left on the clock’s all I got as my deadline
Don’t open up shop by a set time
I ain’t DMX
I don’t read your texts
I may be the worst. I may be the best
All I know is, I feel obsessed
I feel depressed knowing that this shit is only temporary
Relieve some stress, cause shit is only temporary
Free will but others control what we feel
Evil, less clear than it looks in the cemetery
It’s getting scary, I vocalize
All that I hope inside
Social life over my goals in life
Posts online more important than my golden time
So many goals in mind, I cannot go behind

[Hook]
Who woulda thought that a motherf**ker’d hop on a UK vibe like I’m Drake?
Who woulda thought I’d be spitting all these syllables without making a single mistake?
Who woulda thought, I would be on the top, zooming passed like a car with no brakes?
13 reasons I’m gonna make these rappers kill themselves before they put out a tape
Who woulda, who woulda thought
I’m gonna be bigger than 11x Earth, too hot like I’m motherf**king Jupiter
I’m a new hitter, I’m a new spitter
Coming outside and they saying that I’m great
13 Reasons I’m gonna make these rappers kill themselves before they put out a tape

[Verse 2]
Who woulda, who woulda thought
That Quadeca would have moved to the top
I’ve been doing a lot
See me for the music I make. Not the views or the shoes that I bought
I mean who woulda thought?
That I’d go up up and away
5k to 100k in a month how I play
Motherf**ker think he running the game
See these haters, now they running away cause I’ve come here to stay
Come from the jump in LA
But a boy been coming up in the bay, where they utter my name
I’m like, man… What What do I say
To a friend who think we one in the same
‘Cause I’m done with the games
Saying this is f**king insane
Wanted bars, well no one can complain. Yeah they loving the claims
I got an abundance of pain
When I drop it, it just bust into flames, bust into-
Flames, yeah

[Hook]
Who woulda thought that a motherf**ker’d hop on a UK vibe like I’m Drake?
Who woulda thought I’d be spitting all these syllables without making a single mistake?
Who woulda thought, I would be on the top, cooming passed like a car with no brakes?
13 reasons I’m gonna make these rappers kill themselves before they put out a tape
Who woulda, who woulda thought
I’m gonna be bigger than 11x Earth, too hot like I’m motherf**king Jupiter
I’m a new hitter, I’m a new spitter
Coming outside and they saying that I’m great
13 reasons I’m gonna make these rappers kill themselves before they put out a tape

[Outro]
Yeah!

Cadell – UK Lyrics

[Verse 1]
They ain’t ever been leveling up
Says that’s he’s boiling, sekkle it down
So many mugs, wanna act thug
Me, I get tickets, sell ’em all out
Get it? Tickets, sell ’em all out
Cherish the pounds and pennies it all counts
Won’t see my DNA up on no ounce
And you won’t see my name by none of your tunes
Always a story there’s more to
I can see the lies beneath your truth
Should I shut it down or not?
He ain’t hood, check if he’s around or not
It’s just music, on road, you won’t shoot it
Tell me when the shouting stops
Up and down the country, my Gs comfy
Trust me, we’ve seen a thousand blocks

[Hook]
So black ball who and live where?
Me, I’ve got a black long stick and it’s rare
Yeah, you’re the guy in your hood
But in the UK, I’m that guy around here
Bruddas in Wales, Scotland, Northampton
Out of towners, it’s your anthem
Might just go midlands for the cheese
Or I’m in Bedfordshire tryna leave
So black ball who and live where?
Me, I’ve got a black long stick and it’s rare
Yeah, you’re the guy in your hood
But in the UK, I’m that guy around here
Bruddas in Wales, Scotland, Northampton
Out of towners, it’s your anthem
Might just go midlands for the cheese
Or I’m in Bedfordshire tryna leave

[Verse 2]
And I bet them man are any can of soup ting man
On a “let’s invest on the yout dem” plan
Pick your side cause I ain’t two-faced
Up and down the UK recruiting man
Might hear a 16 bar
And tell a boy stick to the twelve-bar blue ting
So why do so many L plates
Act like they’ve got the 12-gauge shooting man? Nah
You don’t show no management character
If he’s got dough, I’ll wrap man’s manager
My team’s 300 but loyal and savager
Just for the right green, I’ll cabbage ya
And don’t get mad at me
If he’s on point, I’ll rap man’s salary
I stock bulk on my stack like calories
Man wanna act like they’ve never had a beef

[Hook]
So black ball who and live where?
Me, I’ve got a black long stick and it’s rare
Yeah, you’re the guy in your hood
But in the UK, I’m that guy around here
Bruddas in Wales, Scotland, Northampton
Out of towners, it’s your anthem
Might just go midlands for the cheese
Or I’m in Bedfordshire tryna leave
So black ball who and live where?
Me, I’ve got a black long stick and it’s rare
Yeah, you’re the guy in your hood
But in the UK, I’m that guy around here
Bruddas in Wales, Scotland, Northampton
Out of towners, it’s your anthem
Might just go midlands for the cheese
Or I’m in Bedfordshire tryna leave

Cadell – Hotline Lyrics

The realest unceasingly stay strong
2015, no giving away songs
Man think Chippy is living but they wrong
Informer fi dead and be giving away dons
Why don’t South London rate East?
Like say we weren’t the first one’s writing
If it ain’t FT, it don’t impress me
Punch in the face on a come outside ting
Yeah, shit’s never exciting
So give me one call, I’ll belly that Breitlin
Shouts out Merky, TK, Ego
Shouts out shifts cause those, I put nights in
Old school strips hot, right by the chip shop
Money at stake, we kidney and pied him
Chair for Elf, one bag for Stelf
And gunshot for Maxsta because I don’t like him
So if you’re in that circle, fam
You’re more washed up than a Persil van
I will clash five MCs on my own
Don’t get love from the Murkle Man
I don’t wanna make pals
I’ve got a lot of targets I wanna take out
I’m dangerous, I chill up in a safe house
Cuh the levels in the scene all played out
And you can’t do a Bugzy Malone on me
Nah, let alone roll on me
Try raise your tone on me
Like I ain’t got twenty bad bones on me
I like the power, it’s grown on me
Kannan what’s the matter?
Volver a casa
It means “go home, homie”
They sent for me to get known
They don’t really know no beef
Truth is, I killed off Slickzz
I do a double, then I build up kids
I wanna clash five man on my own
But I ain’t gonna lie, I feel like six
Cause in the 3rd it’s real like this
And from “17” to “Fair & Square”, I’ve been here all year
And Stormzy ain’t better than me
But that’s neither here or there
And it’s not that deep, not that important
I was like 13, chilling in Alton
Now I’ve got me and the UK behind me
If you don’t like the riddim, then report it
Send back, they wanna send back?
I ain’t even gonna click that link
Why don’t Jammer hand over the ten bags
Instead of spending the money on ten bags?
What’s he gonna do when he’s 40?
Still keep running that big man ting?
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even turned 20
Still kill mic and I bring man in
Who’s that don? That don is a pussyhole
Don’t act like you’ve got links on links
Me, I’m the connect, come be a middle man
Opportunities for drinks on drinks
And wait, I ain’t even finished
I swear down, I worked for my spot
Don’t care who, anybody knows
Act like Devilman, I ain’t concerned in God
And I deserve the handicap clash
Don’t believe me? Then turn it off
If not, pick five names out a hat
I came from the flat, I’ll burn their blocks
And me, I still ride for the cause and they can’t say otherwise
And I don’t run into the other side
Because they get ducked down by the other side
And they already know that I go hard
Hop out the car, they get butterflies
I went to Derby to buy the toy-oi
But I never went and got that gun of Eyez
Revolution’s televised
Don’t need fame, nah, don’t need hell of eyes
Most grime MCs just chasing a deal
Truth is, they’re barely getting by
And so many tunes ’bout how they’re goons
And they’ve got all the girls and they’re hella fly
When Bugzy Malone said Chip owes a hundred bags
Was not telling lies
And I was gonna leave out Mez
But he sent before, so let me lick off his head
Them man are Judas, can’t ever move us
Me, I’m on the table giving out bread
Let me bless this wine
Cause you already know I’m way more than next in grime
Don’t want none, not even a quarter
Just like 36 Zs in 9s
Nah, don’t ever be one of them
Man are mafia like Bun and them
Can’t say I’m struggling, let’s just say I’ve been juggling
Nah, it ain’t that puzzling
You ain’t seen suffering, you was on the roads for the fun of it
Me, I got bread, then I buttered it
Now you can’t draw me out, cartoon it or colour it
You won’t want none of it

Total Chaos – Riot City 2 Lyrics

Riot breaks out everyday
From racism to people’s gain
Bloody riot to fiery hells
Riots a fact that never falls
Riot city – LA
Riot city – USA
Riot city – UK
Riot city – Africa

Let’s riot let’s riot today
Against the police or CIA
Stand up and don’t be quiet
It’s a total f**king riot
Riot city – China
Riot city – Russia
Riot city – Israel
Riot city – Germany

Candan Ercetin – Bensiz Lyrics

Mevsimler bensiz kalacak
Sonbahar üzülür, dosttuk
İlkbahar belli etmez, eminim
Diğerleriyle sadece arkadaştık
Sıcak demeden, soğuk demeden

Tanıdıklar bensiz kalacak
Bazısı üzülür, dosttuk
Bazısı belli etmez, eminim
Diğerleriyle sadece arkadaştık
Yakın demeden, uzak demeden

Müzik bensiz kalacak
Ama devam edecek
Susmasn zaten asla
Vasiyetim bu deil

Sen bensiz kalacaksın
Belki çok üzüleceksin
Ama uzun zaman için değil, eminim
Sil gözünün yaşını
Elbette bekleyeceğim
Ve inan sadece seni özleyeceğim

Candan Ercetin – Sen Lyrics

Sen gittin ama ben inanmadım
Senin yokluğunda sensiz kalmadım
Sözlerin kalbimde, canımda, kanımda
Anılar var şimdi soğuk yatağımda

Gün batımında tek başınaysam
Ben hiç bıkmadan seni özlüyorsam
“Bekleme, durma git” diyorsa ardından
Fırtına doğruyu söylüyor hiç korkmadan

Her nefeste aklımdasın, yanımdasın
Her şarkı da sen varsın
Her bakışta karşımdasın, ruhumdasın
Her anımda sen varsın
Sen varsın…

Sen gittin beni zamana bıraktın!
Ben hayatımı sana adamıştım
Yeniden kavuşmak, buluşmak tek arzum
Kollarına al beni her şeye razıyım

Sen gideli bak tam bir yıl oldu
Başına her gün taze çiçekler koydum
İzin ver yanına al beni, uzanayım
Ne olur sarıl bana nefessiz kalayım

Her nefeste aklımdasın, yanımdasın
Her şarkı da sen varsın
Her bakışta karşımdasın, ruhumdasın
Her anımda sen varsın
Sen varsın…

Young Thug – On Alert (Goin Overseas) Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Young Thug]
Thugger, slatt
That’s all I’ma say, you know
Also, when I left, what, niggas broke the mic or some shit when I left?
The fuck, nigga?
Nigga, I’m a multimillion artist, nigga, get it right
(Wheezy beats)
Hey

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I’m goin’ overseas to get some Gs (Hey)
I’m goin’ overseas to get some Gs (Swear)
I’m goin’ overseas to get some Gs (Promise)
I’m goin’ overseas to get some Gs (Woah)
Takin’ the Percy like Tylenol (Take)
I’m takin’ the Molly like Midol (Another)
I’m takin’ the Percy like Tylenol (Swear)
I’m takin’ the Molly like Midol (Sheesh)
I’m goin’ overseas to get some Gs (Hey)
I’m goin’ overseas to get some Gs (Sheesh)
I’m goin’ to UK to pick up some Gs (Sheesh)
I’m goin’ to UK to get you some Gs (Sheesh, yeah)
I’m takin’ the Percy like Midol (Swear)
I’m takin’ the Vicodin [?] (I promise)
Oh yeah, I’m a snake, I’m a python (I swear)
My jeans 80 thousand, no [?] ones (Woo)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
My bitch do you nas–do you nasty, dawg (Bad)
Yo’ head is a lil’ bitty bag, dawg (Skrrt)
My boys on alert like a bad call (Woah)
My bitch is so bad, she bad, dawg (Get it)
I know it, I did, I did it, yeah (Did)
I did it, she [?] (You did it too?)
These pussy niggas flexin’ and they fraud (I did)
These pussy niggas flexin’ for they boy (Woah)
I’m goin’ in yo’ shit, nigga, [?] (Dig)
These pussy niggas really really [?] (Hee)
These pussy niggas really tellin’ (Get it right)
These pussy niggas really sellin’ (Okay)
These pussy niggas really jealous (Let’s get it)
These pussies know I’m so rebellious (Let’s get it)
These pussy niggas see me lovely (Ooh)
Pussy niggas see me [?] (Ooh)
Bitch, I’m bossin’, I’ma cash talk (Cash)
Bitch, I’m bossin’, I’ma cash talk (Oh, woah)
[?], woah, woah, woah (Yeah)
Molly, king toes, yeah, yo (Yeah)
Rich nigga, get my sack on (Yeah)
Chanel, yeah, for a bad broad (Yeah)
Woah, woah
Cook it, I cook up, the cook up (Woo)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I’m goin’ overseas to get some Gs (Gs)
I’m goin’ overseas to get some Gs (Gs)
I’m goin’ overseas to get some Gs (Gs)
I’m goin’ overseas to pick up some Gs (Pick up some Gs)
I’m takin’ the Percy like Tylenol (Tylenol)
I’m takin’ the Molly like Midol (Midol)
I’m takin’ the Percy like Tylenol (Tylenol)
I’m takin’ the Molly like Midol (Hee, hee)
I’m goin’ overseas to pick up some Gs (Gs, Gs)
I’m goin’ overseas to get some Gs (Get some Gs)
I’m goin’ overseas to pick up some Gs (Pick up some Gs)
I’m goin’ overseas to get some Gs (Yeah, hey)
I’m takin’ the Percy like Midol (Midol)
I’m takin’ the Molly like Midol (Like Midol)
I’m takin’ the Percy like Tylenol (Like Tylenol)
I’m takin’ the Roxy like Midol (Okay)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Racks in my pocket like cheese dip
Eliantte make you sea sick
Suck that dick until your knees itch
Suck that dick until your knees itch
Diamonds drippin’ on me, woo, hold up
She gon’ lick my like a fruit rollup
Young Savage got the juice, pour up, VVSs drippin’
VVSs drippin’ on me, they awesome
Tell my momma “Put some syrup in my coffin”
Play, I’ll have you niggas swimmin’ with dolphins
Poppin’ Percocets, nigga, I’m nauseous
Ain’t no Twitter beef, we pull up with choppers
Wrist, ear, it need a doctor
Ain’t no McDonalds, we eatin’ on pasta
Bad bitches like to play with they nostrils

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I’m goin’ overseas to get some Gs (Gs)
I’m goin’ overseas to get some Gs (Gs)
I’m goin’ overseas to get some Gs (Gs)
I’m goin’ overseas to pick up some Gs (Pick up some Gs)
I’m takin’ the Percy like Tylenol (Tylenol)
I’m takin’ the Molly like Midol (Midol)
I’m takin’ the Percy like Tylenol (Tylenol)
I’m takin’ the Molly like Midol (Hee, hee)
I’m goin’ overseas to pick up some Gs (Gs, Gs)
I’m goin’ overseas to get some Gs (Get some Gs)
I’m goin’ overseas to pick up some Gs (Pick up some Gs)
I’m goin’ overseas to get some Gs (Yeah, hey)
I’m takin’ the Percy like Midol (Midol)
I’m takin’ the Molly like Midol (Like Midol)
I’m takin’ the Percy like Tylenol (Like Tylenol)
I’m takin’ the Roxy like Midol (Okay)

Skepta – Gangsta Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Skepta]
Practice hours
Go on then
What you mean, what you mean?
Yeah

[Chorus: Skepta]
Yeah, we did young and stupid
Now I do grown and sexy
I don’t know who you’re tryna impress, G
Man, can see that your man-bag’s empty
No need to pretend
I don’t wanna hear you talk greazy again
Never shot food, never shot no skeng
Talk about gangster, I was like, “When?”
Brudda, you love lie
Tryna been gangsta, you ain’t never been on one ride
Tough guy
Tryna be gangsta, your cartel are not up to the time
You man are washed up, say you got big P, say you got cats on the line
You’re just lyin’ to yourself, fam, you better pattern up, better get back on the grind

[Verse 1: Shorty]
These guys tell lies
Say that they bust guns, they ain’t got nines
Say that they shot drugs, they ain’t got pies
Do it for the ‘Gram, man, I ain’t got time
Everybody knows that I’m five foot five
But don’t come around here when your likkle man talk, I’ll punch man down to my size, yeah
I make a man think twice, I make a man go look for advice
You don’t wanna come around here with your chest all high
‘Cause the mandem’ll switch off your lights
Bare tings in your head like lice
Eediat, now you can’t sleep at night
You see this road ting comes at a price

[Verse 2: Frisco]
Most came cool with a serious face
That’s ’cause I came from a serious place
To be able to pull off this outfit
With the trainers, you gotta have serious pace (Yeah)
Got money on my brain, it’s a serious chase
Co-D on remand, that’s a serious case (Mad)
So when man wanna act like Tyson
I’m like what, fam? Am I supposed to be frightened? (Dead)
Say you bust gun, we don’t believe you
You don’t pray, TBH, you need to
Say that he’s a badboy, I was like me too
Shoot from up ‘cross the road when I see you (Sky)
Fuck your war story, I’ve been there when the beef get gory (Facts)
I’m from the UK just like Devlin, but I’m a yardman like Cory

[Interlude: Skepta]
Tryna be gangster
Tryna be gangster, your cartel are not up to the time
Tryna be gangster
Tryna be gangster, pattern up, better get back on the grind

[Verse 3: Jammer]
It’s all an act and movie (Yeah)
See through them, but they can’t see through me (Nope)
Man wanna act like gangsters, when I see man
Manna move like groupies
These man are happy inside
But when I see man, they start moving booky (Booky)
Friday night, when I smoke like booky (brucky)
Don’t get nicked by the feds on duty
Might pop corn cah my team’s unruly
Bare badmana move Shy like Snoochie (Snoochie)
Them man there better follow my orders
Run a man down like Sloth in Goonies (Hey, you guys)
I send a man hot shots just like shoot it, shoot it
Them man are sleeping, snoozing, snoozing
Us man are winning, not losing

[Verse 4: Jme]
Somebody tell these ediats with two hundred pound belts and shiny trainers (Please)
Stop tryna imitate guys on road, you cannot buy G status (Trust)
Give a shit what garms you cop (No), don’t give a shit what crap you drop (What?)
Waste of money and time, please stop (Trust)
You cannot buy gangster from shop
Bare logos, bare designers
You lot are looking like F1 drivers (Trust)
Even tryna chat like man
Hate when I hear pricks misuse slang
Man are tryna get out the hood but, you were never there so you’re tryna get in (What?)
Backwards ting (What?), cool
Make sure your hood’s up when it starts raining (Serious)

[Chorus: Skepta]
Yeah, we did young and stupid
Now I do grown and sexy
I don’t know who you’re tryna impress, G
Man, can see that your man-bag’s empty
No need to pretend
I don’t wanna hear you talk greazy again
Never shot food, never shot no skeng
Talk about gangster, I was like, “When?”
Brudda, you love lie
Tryna been gangsta, you ain’t never been on one ride
Tough guy
Tryna be gangsta, your cartel are not up to the time
You man are washed up, say you got big P, say you got cats on the line
You’re just lyin’ to yourself, fam, you better pattern up, better get back on the grind

Ace Hood – Practice Lyrics

[Verse]
Living in glory, living notorious
Eat a little fish, a little chicken, go gym, nigga living like warrior
Feeling like Morpheus, I gotta make a nigga forfeit his
That’s, very unfortunate, I take a beat and make a feast of it
I’m unleashed and shit, reminiscing while the reefer lit
You see what happen when you recommit?
Nigga, picture this, mind, body, and the soul divine, got everything that you need inside you
Gotta ease your pride, got keys, I can lead the blind
You won’t believe how I beat the odds, do you believe in God?
Bang, bang, niggas thieving lives
I had a dream we would all combine, you gotta cross the line
Be free from the fear inside, set bounds when you cut off sides, that niggas out his mind
He done jumped in the gym though, boy cut like Freddy Krue’, slice like Kimbo
I’m a lamp in the Benzo, fish tanks on the window, fuck nigga, Frito
I’ma get ’em cause I know I got ’em, I’m in the Jeep with the two-eight bottoms, I’m getting UK dollars
Riding ’round with some spiritual shottas and we’ll lift somebody spirit up out it, ain’t really worried about it
Working more and saying less, easy as the alphabet
I’m like, aye, Ace is amazing, save me a spot at the top with the greatest
Actually active with accurate aiming, I’m happy, elated, I’m blessed and I’m favored, be all you can be
Before the beast, gotta unleash, never retreat
Gotta believe, fly to Belize, me and the Queen, privacy please
You gotta see, see for the ceiling, [?] look way more appealing
Pushing my limits, in love with the feeling, count up a million and slice a percentage, I’m paying myself
E for the effort, fuck with me never, I’m way too clever
Foot on the pedal, feel like Mandela, clean as Consuela, smooth as vanilla
F is feather, flourish together, nourish the weather, people get jealous, keep up, repel it, fuck what you selling, shit is pathetic, we gon’ address it, G as in goat
We are on go, hop in the Ghost, I’m with my woe, we rockin’ Presi’s like we bout to vote
This was a dream we envisioned before, used to be broke
H is for healing, I as in illest, J as in jealous, K as kinetic
Killing them, baby, L is for Legend, live in the present
Learn all the lessons, lean on your leverage
M as in money, march with them blessings
N is for nigga, we [?], we super special, we like a legend
O is for olo, pull up to Soho, sometimes you just gotta stunt a on doh doh
P is for practice, who’s up for some static?
Q as in quality, that’s automatic
R is for realer, S is for shivers, losing my nigga, man I remember
T as in triumph, U as in unit, V as in viewing, fuck is we doing?
I got that W, all of my pieces exceptional, you wonder why I’m ahead of you, Z is for zilla, knew you would feel it
This is the Purge, knew I would kill it

[Outro]

Dapper Dan – 2 Step Skank lyrics

[Hook]
Two step skank,
Two step skank,
Two step skank,
Two step skank,

[Verse 1]
Ayyy,
I’m an English dude with an English groove,
Fuck dabbin’ in the club I’ve got an English move.

I’m a uk man, a big 2 step fan (Are you ready for the Dapper Dan man).
Let me tell you about uk “G” and how uk “G” has inspired me.
Two step to the girl with the two step walk,
Check out my skank, we don’t need no talk.

With a little bit of luxury, Ma garage girl.
21 Sec’s to get to the hotel.
Imagine I was sorry for the things I said,
I gotta get through this, get her to the bed.

Do you really like it when I give you what I love,
Am I moving to fast with my 12 inch dove.
She likes the way that I fill her in,
Right about now wanna hear you sing.

[Hook] (x2)
Two step skank, (Come check out my 2 step skank)
Two step skank, (You’re not ready for my 2 step skank)
Two step skank, (Come check out my 2 step skank)
Two step skank, (You’re not ready for my 2 step skank)

[Verse 2]
Now you wanna get more? Flip up the script and go 4×4,
My donk plays so get the encore, when I drop this one on any dance floor.
And I keep on reppin’, from London to Manny we keep 2 steppin’
Snapchat blowin up everybody checking, I am the teacher and this is the
Lesson.

I remember when I was at school, I smoked the reefer tryna act cool,
It was a battle being the class fool, now this little man is showing them
All.
This tune here is bound for the reload, we bring joy everywhere that we go,

7 days a week I’m doin’ my thing, right about now let me hear you sing.

[Hook] (x2)
Two step skank, (Come check out my 2 step skank)
Two step skank, (You’re not ready for my 2 step skank)
Two step skank, (Come check out my 2 step skank)
Two step skank, (You’re not ready for my 2 step skank)

Piotr Sobolczyk – Pest Gets Greased lyrics

We don’t want your creativity
We don’t want your mix
We don’t want your eclecticism
Why don’t you get fixed?

Alone I will go my way
If they try to make me prey
Together they will fly so low
How many times did the cock crow?

I’ll go west
If east is my nest
I’ll go east
If square cannot resist

I’ll go west
If in cradle I find pest
I’ll go east
If only pest gets greased

Alone I will go south
Where smiles wet the mouth
Where I’ve been understood
And never experienced falsehood

I don’t want your rigidity
I don’t want your tricks
I don’t want your homogeneity
Why you’re so transfixed?

“The pasttime of communism imposed on the society not only a certain
Structure of labour but also its specific understanding: it created a great
Amount of illusionary labour and then it forced people to believe this
Illusion as if it were authentic labour. As a consequence people strain but
They don’t work.”
If everyone had a job and the evaluation processes favorized mostly
Allegiance to the ideology and its institutions, then no wonder people lost
Faith in meritorious judgments. After the communism fell, the minds of many
People still have been haunted by old habits. Philosophers call this
Phenomenon homo sovieticus. It matters more whom you know and whom you
Praise than what are the factual and substantive qualities of what you do.

RAP
Labour system under communism
Made people believe in illusionism
Whether you stand you work you lie
Levelized salary is certified
It don’t matter then how well you do
But it matters only who knows you
Who supports you and who backs
Regardless of merits that you lack you suck
After the communism fell
Many people remained under the spell
If you’re homo philosophicus
You can call it homo sovieticus

Czy to ćwieczkus
Czy to dzikus
Ach to homo sovieticus
Czy sarmata
Czy brat łata
Romantyczny neuroticus
Na układy
Zna szarady
Znajomości
Grywa w kości
Ma koneksje i proteksje
I załatwia
Wiadro wapnia
I nie lubi
Nie dość skromnych
Pycha gubi
Bądź niezłomny

Trio Mandili – Apareka lyrics

Zetsas shakheneo ap’arek’av,
Mtvare datvisjvrisk’en it’oleba,
Kalav shav tvalt raad map’arebav,
Anamts ch’erkhoshi rad miqolebav?!
Dghes me shen sts’orperi viknebio,
Ghame gavit’anat saubarit.
Kalav, nu amiri pikrebio,
Mamshord gaigone naubari!
Mamshord gaigone naubari!
Zetsa uk’etsia varsk’vlavt pardas,
Mtvarets gats’eula datvisjvrisk’en,
Vazhav, sad ts’akhvedi, aghar schankhar,
Net’av, shen sts’orpersamts damitsdide.
Ghame ut’ekhia mat saubars,
Dila gatenebul namiani,
Rizhrazhs arqiani botla uqvars,
Botla nach’relian-sasmliani,
Botla nach’relian-sasmliani.
Sts’orperm mout’ana botlit araq,
Dilam shuadghisk’en gaits’ia,
K’atsma qants’it sasmel gadatsala,
Mere eshmak’urad chaitsina.
Kalma luk’ma mistsa tav dakhara,
K’idev erti stkvio khevsurisa,
Sasmelm k’atsis goni gadapara,
Tanats is sts’orperi gverds uzis da,
Tanats is sts’orperi gverds uzis da.

“Raebs vazrob ghmertma mariskhas da…”
Shertskhva, gadaek’ra sakhadis per,
Nela gadavida datvisjvars da,
Bilik’s gadauqva khakhmat’isk’en.

Desmod – Som Na Tebe Závislý lyrics

[Verse 1]
Skúšam akú to má chuť, Dna chvíľu zabudnúť, je zlé byť bez teba
Chýbaš mi a to bolí, a žiadni doktori mi pomôcť nevedia
Aspoň malé znamenie, áno alebo nie či vôbec šancu mám
Stačí prstom ukázať, na východ, na západ, do pátrania sa dám

[Refrain]
Som na tebe závislý, iba ty máš čo chcem
Nedýcham a nemyslím, keď ťa nemám
Om na tebe závislý, ja to už dávno viem
Nedýcham a nemyslím, keď som tu sám

[Verse 2]
V hlave samé nezmysli, dochádza nám kyslík a už sme celkom na dne
Pripútaní v sedadle, letíme v lietadle, čo o chvíľu spadne
Možno je to zbytočné, no ja dúfam, že nie vrátiť sa to dá
Vetky naše znamenia, nám isto povedia, že život zmysel má

[Refrain]
Som na tebe závislý, iba ty máš čo chcem
Nedýcham a nemyslím, keď ťa nemám
Om na tebe závislý, ja to už dávno viem
Nedýcham a nemyslím, keď som tu sám

[Refrain]
Som na tebe závislý, iba ty máš čo chcem
Nedýcham a nemyslím, keď ťa nemám
Om na tebe závislý, ja to už dávno viem
Nedýcham a nemyslím, keď som tu sám

Ezhel – Şehrimin Tadı lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ankara ayazı ruhumu keser
Bi’ cebimde yok kapital
Bi’ cebimde kenevir tohumu
Ayrancı, Cebeci, Kennedy yokuşu
Kaybettim gene şu yolumu
Kafam taşak gibi karnımız aç!
N’apsak şimdi? Süper marketten çalsak bi’ şey;
Sosis ve salam!
Yerim, kafam düşer tekrar, tekrar ot ister canım
Ah, polisten kaçın! (Bugy)
Rap’in pavyonunda olurum Çubuklu Yaşar
Manita tutulur bana, onu da öpmemem lüzumsuz kaçar
Atar atar gider, bebeler bebeler
Takılır gecelerde, maymunluk yapar
Gözü kızıl, gözü kara bebek
Çözüp durdum, çözüm para demek
O da bana ve de sana gerek
Salak bebelerde karakter eksik
Daha hanginizi adam edek?
Yanaşır yılışık bahane seks
Soyup soyar seni atar eve
Yanında viski ve vodka ve afgan var hepsinin tadı nefis

[Hook]
Karanlık çöktüğünde koktuğunda kömür sokak
Şehrimin tadı ağzımda yine; is, pas, kir, kömür, plastik, çöplük, lastik, egzoz, esrar
Karanlık çöktüğünde koktuğunda kömür sokak
Şehrimin tadı ağzımda yine; is, pas, kir, kömür, plastik, çöplük, lastik, egzoz, esrar
İs, pas, kir, kömür, plastik, çöplük, lastik, egzoz, esrar
İs, pas, kir, kömür, plastik, çöplük, lastik, egzoz, esrar
İs, pas, kir, kömür, plastik, çöplük, lastik, egzoz, esrar
İs, pas, kir, kömür

[Verse 2]
Tüm şehir bi’ pavyon ve bizim paramız yok
Şükür ki karnımız tok, şansımız çok olur elimiz floş
Sadece dirsekten aşağımız bronz
Kışımız soğuk olur, kırımız boz
Kızımız hoş olur, hızlıdır çok
Denizi var ama kıyısı yok
Kuyumu kaz, ister ki kuyruğuma bas
Kuyunuz kafama kuru, a basınız tuzunuz kuruda kurunuz yaş
Suçluluk duygunuz surata yansır, bırakın yansın
Kıralım kafa
Ben de sözde kralım la’, kralım lafta
İnceyi anla, İncek’i İncesu’dan ayıran sistemi sik’im
Hep size, hep size lan, biz de isteriz bi’ şey
Gençlerim işsiz de patronlar sizken sikeyim işi
Kendi patronum benim, takım elbisemse kapşonum, berem
Metropolerinde hapsolur gelen
Ghettolar evinse hep sonun beter
Ketum ol bebem
Duyarlar, işine sokarlar çomak
Çok ahkam kesenler çıkarlar korkak
Hiç emek vermeden çıkarlar ortak
Sen zannediyo’ken sigara ortak
Sonuna seni de tokatlar sokak
Konular sorunlar bok atmak kolay
Kokarken sokaklar düşersin boka
İs, pas, kir, kömürde yaşarsın boşa

[Hook]
Karanlık çöktüğünde koktuğunda kömür sokak
Şehrimin tadı ağzımda yine; is, pas, kir, kömür, plastik, çöplük, lastik, egzoz, esrar
Karanlık çöktüğünde koktuğunda kömür sokak
Şehrimin tadı ağzımda yine; is, pas, kir, kömür, plastik, çöplük, lastik, egzoz, esrar
İs, pas, kir, kömür, plastik, çöplük, lastik, egzoz, esrar
İs, pas, kir, kömür, plastik, çöplük, lastik, egzoz, esrar
İs, pas, kir, kömür, plastik, çöplük, lastik, egzoz, esrar
İs, pas, kir, kömür

Chevy Woods – On Me

[Intro]

[Hook]
I got more than your rent on me
Ayy, I got your bitch on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
Bitch I’m fly, you ain’t got shit on me

[Verse 1]
You keep rapping bout the trap house but we know you faking
Bitch keep talking like she single but she knows she’s taken
If you ain’t fucking, keep it moving, I can’t do no waiting
If you could snatch her man she’s yours, I don’t do no hating

[Hook]
Ayy, ayy, I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me

[Verse 2]
All these hundreds I be dumbing ooh
Girl don’t run away from it ooh
That pussy splashing, it feel like a pool
All these diamonds on me icy cool
Wow, she from the UK, baby girl a model
Ayy, said she a drinker, help me kill the bottle
Woah, we out in Aspen, I got Gucci goggles
[?] top me in the cabin, told her not a problem

[Hook]
Ayy, ayy, I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me

Blac Youngsta – Forever

It’s Menace on the beat fam

[Chorus 1]
Baby it’s us forever (Baby)
We gotta stick together (Baby)
I can’t let the Devil (Break me)
Im on a different lether (Baby)

[Chorus2 x2]
Baby can I tell you I love you ‘fore is too late
Shoutout to the beautiful ladies in the UK
I gave my whole heart for you babe
I got some advice for you babe
I bought somethin’ nice for you babe
I changed my whole life for you babe

[Verse1]
Pop you back up, make your but move
Lift the shirt up, let me see tattooes
Let me protect you, for you I’d go to war
Bulletproof vest you
I might do some freaky shit to you you you
I can’t stop thinking bout you you you
Baby can I fuck the whole crew
If you run up on me Imma shoot

[Chorus]
Baby can I tell you I love you ‘fore is too late
Shout out to the Bruno for the let us in the UK
I gave my whole heart for you babe
I got some advice for you babe
I bought somethin’ nice for you babe
I changed my whole life for you babe

[Chorus1]
Baby it’s us forever (Baby)
We gotta stick together (Baby)
I can’t let the Devil (Break me)
Im on a different lether (Baby)

[Verse2]
I wanna live forever (Baby)
Lord don’t let the Devil (Take me)
I can’t let you never (Play me)
I’m trynna live better then Jay-Z
I hope I just don’t loose you one day
I was throwing that Uzi one day
Hope a op or a cop not shoot me one day
I know God gonna choose me one day
One day, one day
You so fine, you belong to rip the runway
I don’t really think you really want no gunplay
You so fine you look better then Beyonce
Hell nah, shout out to Beyonce
I don’t think nobody look better then Beyonce
Ooh, ooh
I don’t think nobody look better the Beyonce

[Chorus 1]
Baby can I tell you I love you ‘fore is too late
Shoutout to the beautiful ladies in the UK
I gave my whole heart for you babe
I got some advice for you babe
I bought some nice thing for you babe
I changed my whole life for you babe

[Chorus2]
Baby it’s us forever (Baby)
We gotta stick together (Baby)
I can’t let the Devil (Break me)
Im on a different lether (Baby)