Tag: DJ

[Intro: Juicy J]
Play me some of that suicide pimpin’, man
This a $crim beat
Damn what i do
Ain’t shit crazy mane
Nigga out here hustling
And still always some bullshit
That’s why i don’t fuck with a lot of niggas
DJ $crim with that 808

[Chorus]
What I do? Why you mad?
All I did was check a bag
Let that money work for me
And put some more up in the stash
What I do? Why you mad?
I told you secure the bag
You lost it all, go get it back
‘Cause them streets won’t give it back
I’m makin’ moves, that’s what I do
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
I’m the shit, my bitch is bad
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
Just spent a grip on that new whip
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?

[Post Hook]
What did i do to make your life so sad?
I never played around, i never acted bad

{Verse 1]
I’m gettin’ better with this fame
Tell me what I did to make these niggas act so lame
All I did was give ’em all the sauce and all the game
The players always change, but the bosses stay the same
When you at the top you like the only one to blame
Naw we ain’t no slaves, but my niggas got whips and chains
Got the big body, but still I stay in my lane
Tell me what I did to make niggas say that I changed

[Chorus]
What I do? Why you mad?
All I did was check a bag
Let that money work for me
And put some more up in the stash
What I do? Why you mad?
I told you secure the bag
You lost it all, go get it back
‘Cause them streets won’t give it back
I’m makin’ moves, that’s what I do
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
I’m the shit, my bitch is bad
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
Just spent a grip on that new whip
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?

[Post Hook]
What did i do to make your life so sad?
I never played around, i never acted bad

[Verse 2]
You ain’t no different from these other niggas
That’s what she said before she seen the way I’m livin’
Now she know the difference
That pussy mine
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
Now you her last nigga
‘Cause you ain’t last nigga
Got niggas callin’ me the goat
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
I got mad issues
I don’t trust none, I let this mag hit you
I been official since before the whistle
It’s like you hate to see me winnin’
But you never seen me go against you

[Chorus]
What I do? Why you mad?
All I did was check a bag
Let that money work for me
And put some more up in the stash
What I do? Why you mad?
I told you secure the bag
You lost it all, go get it back
‘Cause them streets won’t give it back
I’m makin’ moves, that’s what I do
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
I’m the shit, my bitch is bad
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
Just spent a grip on that new whip
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
Ay, you ain’t mad, is you?

[Post Hook]
What did i do to make your life so sad?
I never played around, i never acted bad

Lyrics Jacob Sartorius – No music

I don’t know how you make the speakers shudder
With no music
With no music
I don’t know how you make the room start spinning
How’d you do it?
How’d you do it?
You got me trying, and trying, and tryna keep up
I think you could be the one
‘Cause you got my heart dancing with no music.

Don’t say you don’t mean to, I know you do
It’s not like me to mess with girls like you
Can’t get you outta my head
And I know it’s all on me
You make me feel like I’m floating away slowly
But I just can’t get you outta my head
But the DJ went home a long time ago, yeah
And now all I see are tables and chairs.

I don’t know how you make the speakers shudder
With no musiiic
With no musiiic
I don’t know how you make the room start spinning
How’d you do it?
How’d you do it?
You got me trying, and trying, and tryna keep up
I think you could be the one
‘Cause you got my heart dancing with no musiiic.

You push and you pull, you speed and you break
You’re making it hard for me to get away
And I just can’t get you outta my head, oh yeah
You’re hot and you’re cold, you’re shy and you’re bold
You’re good and you’re bad and you’ve got me, I’m sold
And I just can’t get you outta my head
See, the silence is loud on this suburban street
Versuri-lyrics.info
In the room is a quiet storm.

I don’t know how you make the speakers shudder
With no musiiic
With no musiiic
I don’t know how you make the room start spinning
How’d you do it?
How’d you do it?
You got me trying, and trying, and tryna keep up
I think you could be the one
‘Cause you got my heart dancing with no musiiic
‘Cause you got my heart dancing with no musiiic
‘Cause you got my heart dancing with no musiiiccc.
Jacob Sartorius lyrics
Video music

Aye dilip fuck em up man
Da-danny wolf

[Verse]
Bitch I get the work and I make it do a backflip
Fuckin’ with lil’ Tay-K, nigga do you want a casket
Tay-K ate the beat now the DJ wanna backspin
Niggas pull up on me, make ’em bounce like a mattress
Fuck her, pull up on me, it’s gon’ get real tragic
Need to get up, like a fuckin’ Y axis
While a nigga down, like a nail on some facts
Sippin’ on drop, I cannot sip molasses
Punch a nigga now he Velma, where my glasses
Used to hate school, I was late to the classes
Hit from the blunt, she say Tay-k take it pass it
Make a nigga have a meltdown, if he plastic
Nigga you on some stupid shit
Pull up on yo block with broken clips
Killa made me have to do this shit
That life of yours you will lose that shit
She says I’m a lunatic
Chopper with the cooling kit
Have the chopper, I’m a fool with it
Have the glocka, nigga, and you get hit

[Verse 1: George Harrison]
Well, gonna write a little letter
Gonna mail it to my local DJ
It’s a rocking little record
I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven
Gotta hear it again today

[Verse 2: George Harrison]
You know my temperature’s rising
And the jukebox blows a fuse
My heart’s beating rhythm
And my soul keeps singing the blues
Roll over Beethoven
And tell Tchaikovsky the news

[Verse 3: George Harrison]
I got a rocking pneumonia
I need a shot of rhythm and blues (Woo)
I think I caught the arthritis
Sitting down by the rhythm revue
Roll over Beethoven
Rocking in two by two

[Verse 4: George Harrison]
Well if you feel it and like it
Well get your lover and reel and rock it
Roll it over and move on up
Just a trifle further and reel and rock it
Roll it over
Roll over Beethoven
Rocking in two by two (Woo)

[Verse 5: George Harrison]
Well early in the morning
I’m a-giving you the warning
Don’t you step on my blue suede shoes
Hey diddle diddle
I’ll play my fiddle
Ain’t got nothing to lose
Roll over Beethoven
And tell Tchaikovsky the news

[Verse 6: George Harrison]
You know she wiggles like a glow worm
Dance like a spinning top
She’s got a crazy partner
Oughta see ’em reel and rock
Long as she got a dime
The music will never stop

[Outro: George Harrison]
Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
Dig to these rhythm and blues

Long hair across the room, baby she got that glow
I know you see me over here, so dance on me real slow
We’ve been goin’ for about two hours and I don’t even know your name
So baby please reveal, reveal

Your friends are callin’ you baby stay with me instead
I know ya sayin’ that you’re tired there’s a little dance in ya left
Even if I go I’ll still think of you in my bed
Of the good time, good time, good time we had.

[Instrumental]

The scent of your perfume has got me lost in a haze
And oh this moment depends on the records that the DJ plays
Baby move a lil bit closer because I wanna feel you babe
I wanna feel you babe

Your friends are callin’ you baby stay with me instead
I know ya sayin’ that you’re tired there’s a little dance in ya left
Even if I go I’ll still think of you in my bed
Of the good time, good time, good time we had

[Instrumental]

[Intro]
Whoa ah ah ah oh

[Verse 1]
Goin’ out on the weekend
Gettin’ dressed with my girls
Put on my favorite lip gloss
Cherry, glossy, a swirl
Perfume, pleasure, and platforms
Live in that kind of world
We’re gonna live it up tonight

[Pre-Chorus]
So if you’re out with your girls
And if you feel on top of the world
Whoa ah ah ah oh
Out with your girls
I can’t wait to live it up tonight

[Chorus]
It’s a girls’ night out
Let’s have a girls’ night out tonight
It’s a girls’ night out
Let’s have a girls’ night out tonight
I can’t wait to live it up tonight
It’s a girls’ night out
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
It’s a girls’ night out

[Verse 2]
When we’re out at the Weekend
R.I.P to the club
‘Cause we walk in and kill it
DJ, hey, turn it up
Sing along like we wrote it
Screamin’ out all the words
We’re gonna live it up tonight

[Pre-Chorus]
So if you’re out with your girls
And if you feel on top of the world
Whoa ah ah ah oh
Out with your girls
I can’t wait to live it up tonight

[Chorus]
It’s a girls’ night out
Let’s have a girls’ night out tonight
It’s a girls’ night out
Let’s have a girls’ night out tonight
I can’t wait to live it up tonight
It’s a girls’ night out
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
It’s a girls’ night out, it’s a girls’ night out
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
It’s a girls’ night out, it’s a girls’ night out

[Breakdown]
It’s a girls’ night out

[Bridge]
Let’s have a girls’ night out tonight
Whoa ah ah ah oh
It’s a girls’ night out
I’m with my best friends and it feels so right

[Chorus]
It’s a girls’ night out
Let’s have a girls’ night out tonight
(Alright, alright, alright)
It’s a girls’ night out
Let’s have a girls’ night out tonight
I can’t wait to live it up tonight
It’s a girls’ night out
Let’s have a girls’ night out tonight
It’s a girls’ night out
So throw your hands up if you feel alright
I can’t wait to live it up tonight
It’s a girls’ night out
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
It’s a girls’ night out, it’s a girls’ night out
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
No boys, no boys
It’s a girls’ night out, it’s a girls’ night out

Taz countin’ all this fuckin’ money
CashMoneyAP
Git, git, grrah
Git, git, grrah
Desiigner
Let me tell you how it is
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throw a lot of money, put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throw a lot of money, put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick
Told me stay away from the bullshit
Stay focused, here the rhymin’
Shout to Big Blood, fuck the police
Heard Trump in the county
I seen niggas Feds
When I pulled up, yeah and he’s frownin’
Yeah niggas get bounties here
Hit the ocean, (grrah) he drownin’
Bounce bitch, beat bouncin’
Hashtag, click, pound
Niggas talk shit or freestyle
Fuck them, everybody stylin’
Hot 97 turn to 9/11
When the MAC 11, streets rhymin’
Pop off these diamonds
Make a DJ get down with it
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throw a lot of money, put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money, put some bread on caskets (it’s Gucci)
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life
Real ice, this my real wife
I did real time and I lost my mind twice
On the interstate, gamblin’ like I’m shootin’ dice
I’ll drive the whole night just to get that low price (skrrt)
Everybody rootin’ for the underdog
But when you on the top, they wanna see you fall (fall)
But fuck ’em all
I put my back against the wall (wall)
They hate to see you ball
They wanna see a nigga crawl (fall)
Shout out to Desiigner, he be killin’ shit (Desiigner)
You gotta be a hater, you not feelin’ it (fuck ’em)
G.O.O.D. Music but we make that hood music (han)
And we ain’t gotta brag ’cause we used to it (it’s Gucci!)
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throw a lot of money, put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throw a lot of money, put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick
Finest (git, grrah)
Desiigner
Hard to find
Fill up the shooters
Man this boy gettin’ money
I’m in love with the money
[?]
Ayy, huh
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throw a lot of money, put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball, they just want a draft pick

[Verse 1]
2017 and I’m here to represent
And I’m the DJ, It’s BasedGod in the mix
And it ain’t no question if I’m down to ride
On the West Coast it’s get money or die
I’ma tell you this motherfucker I ain’t no punk
Cause everything I seen I never said a word once
I come from Berkley, Water Front to be exact
And I don’t go to strip clubs, bitch fuck with a mack
All you niggas soft, I don’t fuckin autotune
I make your bitch suck my dick while her friend’s in the room
People like me facing 30 to life
And I don’t give a motherfuck if you black or if you white
Shut the fuck up when I’m talkin’ you a mark
I’d rather break a whole bank then let a bitch break my heart
It’s us against them, motherfuck the rest
And if you’ve got a problem bitch come to the West

[Bridge]
It’s 2017, West Coast we back
Hip-Hop is back
Light that weed up, it’s finna be a long night tonight
Bay Area

[Verse 2]
What the fuck is funny? Motherfucker I ain’t no joke
My name Lil B and it’s murder that he wrote
I need a hundred thousand for a beat and a verse
And niggas like me I put yo ass in a hearse
So how do I survive in this world full of pain?
No, I’m not a slave and your history is fake
I tell you like this I ain’t no motherfuckin’ sucka
And tell that punk hoe I don’t motherfuckin’ love her
I’ma tell you somethin’, girl, get a education
I need a smart woman, not a girl that’s fakin’
Rollin’ five deep in a four-door Chevy
Like Pastor Troy motherfucker I’m ready
Only takes a second, and you gone
That’s why I had to make this a rap song
This is for the world, I do this for y’all
I’m finna throw a party at Easmont Mall

[Bridge]
Lil B in the house
BasedGod in the House
Yeah, Yeah
Let’s get it
BasedGod

[Instrumental Outro]

[Verse 1}
Seem like I lost more than I ever gained
Ain’t get nun out these streets but pain
Ain’t get nun out these streets but hard times
Say these streets ain’t nun but hard times
Tell C.B. I say wassup
Tell everybody I say what’s happening
Tell [?] I said shoot some
Tell them boys I said stop flaggin’
Tell my momma that I’m comin’ home
Tell the world that it wouldn’t be long
Ask my hoes wassup with they phones
Tell ’em I’m away but I ain’t gone
I said [?] what you wanna do
Once you slide, imma follow through
The stand took a nigga up and through it
Lil Dash told me, Kodak don’t do it
Tell my son that I love his ass
Tell ’em I can’t wait to hug his ass
This for the niggas who got all that time
Now they tryna get him on his back
A nigga shot my cousin four times
I heard through the wall my brother doubled back
I just bumped into this super chick
I’m hollering at Lil Fim through the fence
I’m letting you know I do this shit for fun
Tell me go then consider it done
Shoutout [?] and my brother blood
My nigga C-Lo he just caught a thug
I’m shooting clo in a nigga ass
They hit a nigga for his whole bag
Tell them boys I said stop crabbing
Said it even if I never asked
I knew I should’ve told my lil nigga DJ to chill
But I can’t tell him shit he doin the same thing that I will
I’m thinking bout how would it be if we ain’t get on them pills, if we ain’t never chose the streets and picked up the steel
I’m thinkin’ bout how would it be if we stayed on the field
Like I ain’t even have to rap, cause I got other skills
And I use to run down with them sticks and got them automobiles
And we was jackin’ cars and shit cause it wasn’t hard to steal
Like doin bids and seeing [?] but this the life I live
But I know that this my last one, something gotta give
Seem like God, got me paying for all the shit I did
Cause I slowed down awhile ago, switched up positive
The rough was just enough for a nigga fell in love with the thrill
But before he forgive gotta pay for a steel
And I done did so much of shit that I ain’t proud I did
But when I took rappin’ serious I threw the towel in
But Lord you say you gon’ forgive, so forgive me then
Cause I done picked the Bible up and read Corinthians
I’m still young and I got allot to experience
I guess the first time in my life I felt this serious
I gotta lil boy now and I wanna be there for bruh
The feeling he give a nigga I ain’t never felt this way before
And you can look into my heart and see that I’m forreal
That I done resulted in a metamorphosis
God, you know my destiny cause you gave me this gift
You the one who put this breath in me to make me spit these lyrics
You done gave a nigga a chance to pay my momma bills
You done turned me to a man unlike my daddy is

[Interlude]
No this ain’t over, I got some more to spit
That was for the real niggas
I got some shit for the hoes

[Verse 2]
She made me happy, she made me smile
She brought me up, when you let me down
She nothing like you, she different
She nothing like you, she magnificent
She intelligent, she love me better than you
Better than, she love me better than you
She made me happy, she made me smile
She brought me up, when you let me down
Could you hold her tight, it come with a life
Could you hold her tight, you don’t have to like
Could you hold her tight, could you pray to [?]
You can’t hold her tight, baby let me hold
Could you hold her tight, you [?]

Take you out to dinner, stick this dick in your liver
I’m fuckin’ your head up I’m playing these mind games witcha
I’ma suck that pussy good, then you ain’t gon’ hear from a nigga
I’m fuckin your head up with all these extra corinthians
I can fuck Virgin Mary, cause the game so unordinary
Had plans on gettin’ married til they had me on solitary
You left me here stranded, I’m feelin’ abandoned
You got me so hurt right now I need me a bandage

[Verse 1]
Met her at guitar shop on Santa Monica and 7th Street
The salesman tried to get my attention to sell me a Mexican Fender
She came to get her 10,000 steps and hang out with her boyfriend
But I was only trying to get to know her so I took her out to the ocean
It was hot, hot, 100 degrees
But she only went in up to her knees
She didn’t want to take off her jeans ’cause that would be insane

[Chorus]
My summer love, oo-we-oo
My summer love, oo-we-oo
Oh she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not
Oh she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not

[Verse 2]
She got a bachelor’s degree in physics and a job in computer programming
That’s pretty cool for a singer in a band so I knew we would end up jamming
Later that night we went to a gig and she asked for some advice
"What do you do with your hands when you’re singing, do you just hold onto the mic?"
It was hot, hot, 100 degrees
And the trash overflowed out on the street
The heartbreak DJ stepped to me but I just couldn’t get enough

[Chorus]
Of my summer love, oo-we-oo
My summer love, oo-we-oo
Oh she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not
Oh she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not

[Bridge]
Gonna fly so high
To a place that we have never seen
Ever since you came ’round
In a greasy tee and faded jeans, woah
I got a cozy pad around the corner
Slide a little closer

[Chorus]
My summer love, oo-we-oo
My summer love, oo-we-oo
Oh she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not
Oh she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not
Oh she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not
Oh she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not

Letra M Low – Olha Sou uma santa

Olha sou uma santa
Juro não perdi a linha
Já falei pro meu amor
Que eu vou, que ia
Pra casa de uma amiga.

Extravasei no look
Na cor do meu batom
Meu GPS deu errado
Eu fui parar na ousadia.

DJ aumenta o som
Bota pra quebrar
Só saio daqui
Quando a festa acabar.

DJ aumenta o som
Bota pra quebrar
Hoje eu tô afim
Afim de requebrar.

Lá eu desço
Lá eu subo
Com muita ousadia
Versuri-lyrics.info
Vem comigo a noite toda
Até virar o dia.

Então desce
Então desce, bebe
Depois sobe
Fazendo a bunda tremer.

Treme a bunda vai
Treme, treme, tremeee.
M Low letras
Video santa

Lyrics Desiigner – Malibu

I’m with the gang up in Malibu
Don’t let my niggas embarrass you
Don’t let my dogs embarrass you (Yeah)
My niggas, they comin’ with parachutes
We jump off the jet with the parachutes
She poppin’ the Xanies, the edible
I got my gang up in Malibu
I have my niggas come challenge you.

That nigga drive through with them Challengers
Jump out the window with calibers
I got your b***h in Miami, bruh (Hey)
I got her swallowin’ Xanies, bruh
I got her swallowing Plan B, bruh
Niggas they talk and I smack ’em
Let the geographists map ’em
Then we run up and we clap ’em
In the Bentley, I got mad room
And my driver, he a baboon
Bad b***h with Chanel on
Next to me with her head down
Watch me hit her with the fast moves
Watch me hit her with the mack moves
Now we gettin’ in the bathroom
Now we gettin’ in the bathroom
Now the bed in the bathroom
Gettin’ head in the bathroom
Gettin’ s*x in the bathroom
Special Ed. like the classroom.

We that, we shred
He that, read that
He dead, we clap
You talk, we crack
She trap, she trap
Versuri-lyrics.info
Need that, need pack
She got pounds, hundred bricks
If a nigga need that.

I just f*ckin’ with the vowels
DJ turnin’ up the volume
Made a song called “Slap A Nigga”
Then I put it on the iTunes
Then I put it on my iTunes
Then I put it on my myTunes
You be lookin’ for it, find tunes
You be tryna go to find tunes
I get it on the iTunes
I be gettin’ it on the iTunes
I be chillin’ with the right goons
And they chillin’ with the rice spoons.

I’m with the gang up in Malibu
Don’t let my niggas embarrass you
Don’t let my dogs embarrass you
My niggas, they comin’ with parachutes
We jump off the jet with the parachutes
She poppin’ the Xanies, the edibles
I got my gang up in Malibu
I have my niggas come challenge you
I’m with the gang up in Malibu
Don’t let my niggas embarrass you
Don’t let my dogs embarrass you
My niggas, they comin’ with parachutes
We jump off the jet with the parachutes
She poppin’ the Xanies, the edibles
I got my gang up in Malibu
I have my niggas come challenge you.

Trench, trench
Trench, trench
Trench, trench
Trench, trench
Trench
You niggas
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
I’m ballin’ like it’s
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah.

Money take trips to my avenue, huh
Bullets fly through on my avenue, huh
You gettin’ hit up, they baggin’ you, huh
Take a roundtrip ’round my avenue, huh
I do not know what that dagger do, huh
You do not know what this swagger do
CashMoneyAp, that swagger rules
CashMoneyAp, that swagger rules
I’m in my thoughts, I’m vanishing
I jump off my jet and don’t land it, bruh
I gave her the Xanies, she Xanied up
I gave her the Xanies, she Xanied up
I gave me some Xanies, I’m Xanie f*cked, huh
I gave me some Xanies, I’m Xanie f*cked
.., huh
.., huh
(Hey!)

I’m with the gang up in Malibu
Don’t let my niggas embarrass you
Don’t let my dogs embarrass you
My niggas, they comin’ with parachutes
We jump off the jet with the parachutes
She poppin’ the Xanies, the edible
I got my gang up in Malibu
I have my niggas come challenge youuu.
Desiigner lyrics
Video Desiigner

[Intro]
DJ what
Dexter, ooo, fuck your, hah
Diamonds dancing like club tho
Huh, fucking bitches, know what I’m saying
Dexter, ooo, what, yeah, ah, what

[Verse]
AP diamonds dancing all up on my wrist
Blew your bitch a kiss thats your bitch she on my dick, ooo
Got my stick, huh, yeah, I got my stick, huh
.40 with the klick got the beam on that bitch, ooo
Diamonds dancing it my sing to your bitch, ooo
Doing coke she might fein on my dick, ooo
What, yeah, baby you a slut, huh
Let me bust a nut, huh
Feel all on her butt, ooo, wait
Bentley truck yeah you got a Jeep
Thats Chanel double pp all up on my feet
Diamonds on my teeth, huh, lil bro on the beat
Wanna be like me, huh, you can’t be like me
Wait, huh, two two three yeah that bitch on green
This bitch wanna ring she can’t get a thing
I might pop a beam, she might pop a beam
Now we seeing things, huh, all in magazines
What, test me, run up on ’em test me
.30 on me who gon’ test me, .40 on me who gon’ test me, what
Sex me, I know this bitch wanna neck me, neck me, neck me
I know this bitch wanna neck me, huh, wait, huh
I just bought a 50 it’s so pretty?
[?] I’ma shoot your bitch up in her titties
Gold chain ridin’ round the city feeling like Diddy
They like no he didn’t, they like no he didn’t, Dexter, ooo, what

[Outro]
They like no he didn’t, they like no he didn’t
They like no he didn’t, they like no he didn’t
Gold chain think I’m Diddy

[Intro]
DJ what
Dexter, ooo, fuck your, hah
Diamonds dancing like club tho
Huh, fucking bitches, know what I’m saying
Dexter, ooo, what, yeah, ah, what

[Verse]
AP diamonds dancing all up on my wrist
Blew your bitch a kiss thats your bitch she on my dick, ooo
Got my stick, huh, yeah, I got my stick, huh
.40 with the klick got the beam on that bitch, ooo
Diamonds dancing it my sing to your bitch, ooo
Doing coke she might fein on my dick, ooo
What, yeah, baby you a slut, huh
Let me bust a nut, huh
Feel all on her butt, ooo, wait
Bentley truck yeah you got a Jeep
Thats Chanel double pp all up on my feet
Diamonds on my teeth, huh, lil bro on the beat
Wanna be like me, huh, you can’t be like me
Wait, huh, two two three yeah that bitch on green
This bitch wanna ring she can’t get a thing
I might pop a beam, she might pop a beam
Now we seeing things, huh, all in magazines
What, test me, run up on ’em test me
.30 on me who gon’ test me, .40 on me who gon’ test me, what
Sex me, I know this bitch wanna neck me, neck me, neck me
I know this bitch wanna neck me, huh, wait, huh
I just bought a 50 it’s so pretty?
[?] I’ma shoot your bitch up in her titties
Gold chain ridin’ round the city feeling like Diddy
They like no he didn’t, they like no he didn’t, Dexter, ooo, what

[Outro]
They like no he didn’t, they like no he didn’t
They like no he didn’t, they like no he didn’t
Gold chain think I’m Diddy

Lyrics Famous Dex – Dan the man

DJ what
Dexter ouu, f*ck your hah
Diamonds dancing like club tho
Huh f*cking b*tches, know what I’m saying
Dexter ou what yeah ah what.(dan the man)

AP diamonds dancing all up on my wrist
Blew your b*tch a kiss thats your b*tch she on my d*ck.

Got my stick huh yeah I got my stick huh
40 with the klick got the beam on that b*tch.

Diamonds dancing it my sing to your b*tch ou
Doing coke she might fein on my d*ck.

What yeah baby you a slut huh let me bust a nut huh
Versuri-lyrics.info
Feel all on her butt ou wait.

Bentley truck yeah you got a jeep
Thats Chanel double pp all up on my feet.

Diamonds on my teeth huh lil bro on the beat
Wanna be like me huh you can’t be like me.

Wait huh two two three yeah that b*tch on green
This b*tch wanna ring she can’t get a thing.

I might pop a beam she might pop a beam
Now we seeing things huh all in magazines.

What, test me run up on em’ test me
30 on me who gon’ test me 40 on me who gon’ test me what.

S*x me I now this b*tch wanna neck me neck me neck me
I know this b*tch wanna neck me huh wait huh.

I just bought a 50 it’s so pretty?
Gold chain riding round the city feeling like Diddy.

They like no he didn’t they like no he didn’t dexter ou what
They like no he didn’t they like no he didn’t
They like no he didn’t they like no he didn’t
Gold chain think I’m Diddyyy.
Famous Dex lyrics
Video man

[Intro]
I’m counting faces, ducking cases
I’m seeing new shit, I’m traveling places
I’m counting faces, ducking cases
I’m seeing new shit, I’m traveling places

[Chorus]
I’m pourin’ up lean, I’m throwin’ back pills, I’m deep in the field right now
I’m thinkin’ ’bout niggas I lost, I wish they could see how I live right now
I come from the bottom, I could’ve got shot up, thank god I’m here right
I’m rockin’ red bottoms and you so beneath me, I know you can see ’em right now
It’s just me and my niggas and that’s how I feel right now
I don’t fuck with you period and that’s how it is right now
All this pain I got in me, I’m holding back tears right now
It’s just me and my niggas and that’s how I feel right now

[Verse 1]
Thinkin’ ’bout my nigga that’s incarcerated
Before I did he said I’ll make it
I had big dreams, he know I’ll chase ’em
Told me don’t rush it, just have patience
Only drink heavy, hear it in my conversation
I get at the paper with no limitations
Only fuck with my niggas, I’m segregated
They’ll knock that shit off with no hesitation right now
I’m on my high horse shit right now
You the asphalt, I’m in the sky
All you seen was a foreign machine
If I pull off and ride by right now
I ain’t got one, I got two bitches right now
One of ’em say that she doin’ me right now
Other one don’t know what to do with me right now, right now, right now
I’m counting faces, ducking cases
I’m seeing new shit, I’m traveling places
The bitches I’m fuckin’ ain’t no basic
I’m draped in this Gucci, Rachel Davis, yeah
My Rollie be flooded with carats right now
I feel a lil jazzy right now
I’m fuckin’ the baddest right now
She callin’ me zaddy right now, hey

[Chorus]
I’m pourin’ up lean, I’m throwin’ back pills, I’m deep in the field right now
I’m thinkin’ ’bout niggas I lost, I wish they could see how I live right now
I come from the bottom, I could’ve got shot up, thank god I’m here right
I’m rockin’ red bottoms and you so beneath me, I know you can see ’em right now
It’s just me and my niggas and that’s how I feel right now
I don’t fuck with you period and that’s how it is right now
All this pain I got in me, I’m holding back tears right now
It’s just me and my niggas and that’s how I feel right now

[Verse 2]
When I be on the road and I look out the window I be thinkin’ ’bout Sleepy and Lo
I be thinkin’ ’bout where I was at ‘fore I started gettin’ 20K for a show
I’m in position right now
So I chop up the check with my woes
We got millionaire squad goals
And we not fallin’ out ’bout these hoes, for real
They label me the hottest in it right now
They probably mad ’cause I’m winning right now
Or ’cause I’m ballin’ and they benchin’ right now
I’m grippin’ the semi for tension right now
Your bitch feel me and she with me right now
You tip her but she say I do it better
I’m like fuck a purse, diamonds are forever
Got her shining hard, padded leather, ooh
I ain’t gon’ lie, right now I’m on a couple drugs
Got me super geeked up
I walk to the car while I’m clutching my heater
’cause niggas want stripes like a pair of Adidas
Won’t get ’em off me though
I’m sending shots out, DJ
Now it’s holes in your shirt like Kanye West clothes
I’m solid as they come, I’ll never fold

[Chorus]
I’m pourin’ up lean, I’m throwin’ back pills, I’m deep in the field right now
I’m thinkin’ ’bout niggas I lost, I wish they could see how I live right now
I come from the bottom, I could’ve got shot up, thank god I’m here right
I’m rockin’ red bottoms and you so beneath me, I know you can see ’em right now
It’s just me and my niggas and that’s how I feel right now
I don’t fuck with you period and that’s how it is right now
All this pain I got in me, I’m holding back tears right now
It’s just me and my niggas and that’s how I feel right now

Lyrics Maleek Berry – Bend it

Berry pon this
You don know I’m back with a new wave
DJ turn up the speaker
DJ turn up the speaker
Gyal dem follow the leader
Gyal dem follow the leader.
Baby bend it
Oh baby beeend it
Bring your back out you’re doing a workout ooh-oh beeend it
Baby bend it
I like your body bend it
Let me see you doing the yoga ohoohh bend it.

Baby o, baby o
I wan put you in my video
Say your name on the radio
Have I seen you around here before?
Really wanna know now
Where you’re coming from? where you’re going now?
And how you make your sun dress glow now
And when you walk off it’s a showdown.

Oh no no nooo, your hair looking nice like
Oh no no nooo, girl you causing traffic
Oh no no nooo, swinging your waist like
Oh no no nooo, you looking like magic
Oh no no nooo, your hair looking nice like
Oh no no nooo, girl you causing traffic
Oh no no nooo, swinging your waist like
Oh no no nooo, you looking like magic.

Baby beeend it
Oh baby beeend it
Bring your back out you’re doing a workout ooh-oh beeend it
Baby beeend it
I like your body beeend it
Let me see you doing the yoga oohohh beeend it.

Now she doing the yoga
Now she doing the yoga
Now she doing the yoga
Shawty’s drinking me over
Now she doing the yoga
Now she doing the yoga
Now she doing the yoga
Shawty’s drinking me over.

My girl you nor need to try
Your fragrance smelling like July
I hope say I go catch your eye
If you give me chance I go cast and whine
Nor mind that versuri-lyrics.info
Love you when you got your hair tied back
Yoga pant should no be like that
You be the boss baby girl dem follow you
Dem follow you.

Oh no no no, your hair looking nice like
Oh no no no, girl you causing traffic
Oh no no no, swinging your waist like
Oh no no no, you looking like magic
Oh no no no, your hair looking nice like
Oh no no no, girl you causing traffic
Oh no no no, swinging your waist like
Oh no no no, you looking like magic.

Baby bend it
Oh baby bend it
Bring your back out you’re doing a workout ooh-oh bend it
Baby bend it
I like your body beeend it
Let me see you doing the yoga ooh-oh beeend it.

Now she doing the yoga
Now she doing the yoga
Now she doing the yoga
Shawty’s drinking me over
Now she doing the yoga
Now she doing the yoga
Now she doing the yoga
Shawty’s drinking me overrr.

Maleek Berry lyrics
Video it

Yeah
[Verse 1]
I know y’all wonder why a nigga wanna retire I can’t stand this shit
If it ain’t Mike D, if it ain’t Slim Thug I just can’t understand this shit
Hell yeah I been better than everybody forever but I really didn’t plan this shit
Always been number one even though I wasn’t running standing still I still ran this shit
Turning up before they turned up
When they was activator curl permed up
They was talking bout Texas niggas couldn’t rap
But I made these motherfuckers learn us
We was street niggas, concrete niggas
Even though they tried they couldn’t turn us
Fuck these rapping niggas, I was slapping niggas, when I came around ’em they were nervous
They say ‘Ro ain’t the best, he is just depressed
He ain’t got it all, he is just a mess
He don’t give a fuck what you say about him
Long as empire still cut the check
Like they blindfolded, no rubber on
They don’t really know who they are fucking with
I am Michael Jordan I retire
Come back and retire again for the fuck of it

[Chorus]
He’s not done yet
He’s not done yet
He’s not done yet, uh uh
He’s not done yet
He’s not done yet
He’s not done yet
He’s not done yet, uh uh
He’s not done yet

[Verse 2]
Mo city Texas that’s where I come from I never been a bitch
Throw grenades hoe fuck a Draco
I’m killing everybody with this shit
I don’t play right broad daylight
I give a fuck about the witnesses
Pull up and unload leave ’em slumped over
First you see me then I’m in the wind
Since I dropped Look What You Did To Me in 1998 I been a ghost
Give a bitch hard dick or hard times
Its too goddamn hard for me to give her my dough
They call me the king of the ghetto
Forever never gonna be another that can sit on my throne
When I’m in my casket they gon’ still be asking me to make another song won’t leave me alone
I’m way too solid baby
I ain’t never been to college baby, but I got a degree
I got a lot of street knowledge baby
From a nigga named DJ Screw
If it ain’t him I be like DJ who?
He always told me to keep it real I’m a do what he say do
And motherfuckers better get out the way
Get your ass rolled over you better move when he say move

[Chorus]
He’s not done yet
He’s not done yet
He’s not done yet
He’s not done yet
He’s not done yet
He’s not done yet
He’s not done yet
He’s not done yet

[Intro]
Da na na na na, da na na na na
Da na na na na, my baby
You’ve been on my mind (How ya feel?)
I’m losing my mind because
I hope that we can be more than just friends

[Chorus]
You light my firework, I feel like glitter
And every time you come around, I feel like glitter
You’re the one that I needed in my life
You’re the one that I need to give my time

[Verse 1]
Ayo, mirror mirror on the wall, who the brightest of them all?
I never been the darkest one ’cause my self esteem is tall
So I never seen eye-to-eye with y’all niggas, ayo
Uno peso, never paid attention to what niggas gotta say-o
So I keep that buck, I ain’t give no fuck
They ain’t build me up so I block ’em like Lego
Feelin’ glitter, feelin’ good and great
Got the burner, got the heat, like wait
Got the shit, it’s all up on that hip
I’ll use it on myself on the day you dipped
Got that 45, 7 track, 8 for me
"Babydoll", I hope you agree
Because you light my

[Chorus]
Firework, I feel like glitter
And every time you come around, I feel like glitter
(How you feel?) You’re the one that I wanna give my life
(How you feel?) You’re the one that I needed in my life
‘Cause I love having you around (I love)
‘Cause I love having you around

[Verse 2]
Yeah, look at my face, look at that joy
This is one sided, yeah, I can’t lie
We ain’t gon’ work out, we a fat boy
Yeah, sumo, got it, memo
Your pale skin see-through, must be a window
‘Cause you ain’t an L, could be a DJ
‘Cause when I see you my heart beat changes tempo
Yeah, simple, that’s what I want but I can’t
That’s who you are but I ain’t (how ya feel?)
We can track 10 skiptrace, I’m caught in your quicksand, wait
Please don’t save me

[Bridge]
Ooooh
(Please don’t save me, yeah)
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
(Scum Fuck Flower Boy)
How ya feel?
(Scum Fuck Flower Boy)
How ya feel?
(Scum Fuck Flower Boy)
How ya feel?
How ya feel?

[Outro]
We didn’t get your message, either because you were not speaking or because of a bad connection
Fuck

[Chorus]
Soon as I get home
I’ll make it up to you
Baby, I’ll do what I gotta do
Soon as I get home
I’ll make it up to you
Baby, I’ll do what I gotta do

[Verse 1]
On right now and I’m feeling the drink
I had like 2 or 3 and I’m on right now
I came ready to play
Baddies in a full circle tonight
You know why I came
Baby, I’ll do what I gotta do

[Pre-Chorus]
2 AM vibes
DJ, turn it up, let’s get right
We can’t get enough of this life
We gon’ fuck it up, yeah
We gon’ fuck it up one time

[Chorus]
Soon as I get home
I’ll make it up to you
Baby, I’ll do what I gotta do
Soon as I get home
I’ll make it up to you
Baby, I’ll do what I gotta do

[Verse 2]
All my ladies, drop it to the floor
And if you got a [?]
Fellas, if you got a girl, don’t [?]
Just live it up tonight, live it up tonight

[Pre-Chorus]
Now we in this 2 AM vibes
DJ, turn it up, let’s get right
We can’t get enough of this life
We gon’ fuck it up, yeah
We gon’ fuck it up one time

[Chorus]
Soon as I get home
I’ll make it up to you
Baby, I’ll do what I gotta do
Soon as I get home
I’ll make it up to you
Baby, I’ll do what I gotta do

[Outro]
Now we in this 2 AM vibes
DJ, turn it up, let’s get right
We can’t get enough of this life
We gon’ fuck it up, yeah
We gon’ fuck it up one time

Yessir!
I’mma hit the club, hit the weed
Hit the Gin then hit the track
Poppin’ bottle, buy the bar
Before I came thru I had to hit the bank
Always toss a bitch or 2
You know, thats what trippy niggas do
30 girls in the V.I.P
Got you, pussy niggas spooked
Still hood, now I can buy the hood, my bitch bad, she fuck good
Walk around all through the town
I wish one of you hatin’ niggas would
Life of a millionaire, on the way to be a billionaire
All I like is stripper poles and white hoes in their underwear

Girl ya bad, girl ya bad, girl ya bad, girl ya need a spankin’
Here comes the bottles tell me what you’re drankin’
From the table to the car, from the car to the crib
‘Cause tonight I need some entertainment

Girl ya bad, girl ya bad, girl ya bad, entertainment
Girl ya bad, girl ya bad, girl ya bad, entertainment
Girl ya bad, girl ya bad, girl ya bad
From the car to the crib
‘Cause tonight I need some entertainment

Bad man, live band, hair down my back nigga
Everything I do is dope, you would think I was a crack dealer
Big money, fast cars
Hoes all in my lap niggas
So far ahead the game
I might as well just lap niggas
Milk the game, Lactose
She could see my chain from the back row
Came in with my niggas
Left out with some bad hoes
I got a black ho, a white ho
A Spanish ho and a Chinese
Yea they call me 2 Chains and
My first chain’s a Siamese
That’s your favorite part
Whatcha gonna do for it
Hey girl she on the Molly
Think she saw a unicorn (Damn!)
No horsin’ around
Polo draws
She might say yes to me and
No to yall!

Girl ya bad, girl ya bad, girl ya bad, girl ya need a spankin’
Here comes the bottles tell me what you’re drankin’
From the table to the car, from the car to the crib
‘Cause tonight I need some entertainment

Girl ya bad, girl ya bad, girl ya bad, entertainment
Girl ya bad, girl ya bad, girl ya bad, entertainment
Girl ya bad, girl ya bad, girl ya bad
From the car to the crib
‘Cause tonight I need some entertainment

Ima hit the Myx, with the chicks
Take my tips, I’m a hit the bitch
Hit the pole, hit the flips
Do it like Miguel, I hit the kicks
When I land, I hit the splits
Puffin on that trippy stick
Bitch I’m queen, Lizabeth
Bitch I’m bad, hissy fit
I’m a rip the skirt, hit the twerk
I don’t give change nigga, hit the clerk
Drive niggas crazy, hit the skirt?
Ass on bounce, tits berserk
Life of a bad bitch
Nigga make my sammich
Yes I been bustin’ bands
All night, and I’m famished
He took the ass, we vanished
Pull up in the Aston, vanquish
I’m pickin’ pockets, he finger poppin’
Now all my bitches in Paris

You bitches ain’t fucking with me on my worst day
Fuck outta here

Girl ya bad, girl ya bad, girl ya bad, girl ya need a spankin’
Here comes the bottles tell me what you’re drankin’
From the table to the car, from the car to the crib
‘Cause tonight I need some entertainment

Girl ya bad, girl ya bad, girl ya bad, entertainment
Girl ya bad, girl ya bad, girl ya bad, entertainment
Girl ya bad, girl ya bad, girl ya bad
From the car to the crib
‘Cause tonight I need some entertainment

Girl roll it around and set it set
Bubble on down and pet it, pet it
Holding out the air, then get it, get it
I’mma take you home and bed it
Hopping out fast, set it off slow
Now whine it girl, and ready set go
All of dem treads, done shed it out now
Now rum pon da time, for eat it out now
Girl you my treat girl
Come make with weed girl
Put it on repeat
And know you are my edi-tweet? girl
Put it on me please girl
That’s what I need girl
Just give me that beat DJ now entertain me girl
Your odd
I’mma see you and your friends misbehavin’
I meh know you have a body is cravin’
Simply me not a mine for de taking
Better be ready

Girl ya bad, girl ya bad, girl ya bad, girl ya need a spankin’
Here comes the bottles tell me what you’re drankin’
From the table to the car, from the car to the crib
‘Cause tonight I need some entertainment

Girl ya bad, girl ya bad, girl ya bad, entertainment
Girl ya bad, girl ya bad, girl ya bad, entertainment
Girl ya bad, girl ya bad, girl ya bad
From the car to the crib
‘Cause tonight I need some entertainment

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You ain’t nothing but trouble, yeah, yeah
Girl, that’s why you my side bitch
Give your ass to all them niggas
I just wanna fuck, no love
Say you love me, bitch, you lying
Give your ass to all them niggas
She’s sexy, I want that
I know she been leadin’ me on
He gave her a bottle of Rosé
Watch that bitch turn off her phone
She sneaky, can’t believe
Anything that comes out her lips
Girl, that’s why you my side bitch
That’s why you my side bitch

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Look, I’m takin’ shots of D’USSÉ
Te-tellin’ me you love me, better watch what you say
Bi-bitch, you a bird, I got a flock of groupies
Lo-lo-lookin’ for the money, bitch, I ball, I’m too paid
What you, what you mean I ain’t never committin’?
Every nigga in LA to hit it
I ain’t, I ain’t throwin’ no shade, lil’ mama got amazin’ titties
Big booty but her brain is missin’
Let me paint the picture
Says she, says she couldn’t see me tonight, had to go to work
Had to get her weight up
4-45 minutes later, seen the bitch in the club with another nigga laid up (laid up)
With her triflin’ ass, I guess this hoe all about her paper
I’m-I’m-I’ma do me, I-I-I told her don’t do me no favors, favors
Thinkin’ ‘bout wildin’ out, then the DJ startin’ shoutin’ me out
Yeah, I’m finna send my niggas to the bitch crib
While she fuckin’ my niggas, runnin’ the house
Huh, I need to cool down, nigga
Call myself Brown, you that nigga
Get up off that mob shit
A nigga can’t really be mad about a side bitch, ha

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You ain’t nothing but trouble, yeah, yeah
Girl, that’s why you my side bitch
Give your ass to all them niggas
I just wanna fuck, no love
Say you love me, bitch, you lying
Give your ass to all them niggas
She’s sexy, I want that
I know she been leadin’ me on
He gave her a bottle of Rosé
Watch that bitch turn off her phone
She sneaky, can’t believe
Anything that comes out her lips
Girl, that’s why you my side bitch
That’s why you my side bitch

[Verse 2: Ray J]
I-I-I got a lot of freaky reasons
Why-why I call you my side chick, I-I-I call you my side chick (side chick)
I-I fuck you every other season (si-si-side chick, oh yeah)
Ba-baby, you too much trouble for a nigga to be in (si-si-side chick)
Why does that pussy feel so good? (So fucking good)
A fucked up position for a nigga to be in
She got so much motivation, my side bitch
Pu-pu-pussy good and hella tight
A fucked up position for a nigga to be in
Girl, we be fuckin’ this bitch ’til she hate it
Bo-bottom bitches kinda crazy
Too much trouble for a nigga to be in
Si-si-side bitch tryna have my babies

[Chorus: Chris Brown & (Ray J)]
You ain’t nothing but trouble, yeah, yeah (ooh, woah)
Girl, that’s why you my side bitch (th-th-that’s why you my side bitch)
Give your ass to all them niggas (all my niggas)
I just wanna fuck, no love (fuck, no love)
Say you love me, bitch, you lying
Give your ass to all them niggas (oh, wanna let the homies get it)
She’s sexy, I want that
I know she been leadin’ me on (and I know she been leadin’ me on)
He gave her a bottle of Rosé (of Rosé)
Watch that bitch turn off her phone
She sneaky, can’t believe
Anything that comes out her lips (can’t believe anything that this bitch talking ’bout)
Girl, that’s why you my side bitch (that’s why)
That’s why you my side bitch (that’s why you my side bitch)

[Outro: Ray J]
Yeah, ooh, that’s why
That’s why, that’s why

Way up, way up
Way up to the sky
When everybody here is sneaking in and getting high
Way up, way up
Way up to the moon
Boy it’s good to know I’ve got a bud like you
Enough, enough
There’s no celebrities here
So why’s the bouncer taking everything so seriously
It’s you, and I
It’s cool you feel the same
Like why’s the DJ here, if he’s just pressing play
Kicking in the basement
Kicking in the basement
Hating all the same things too
If I need a pick me up
Would you come and pick me
I could really use a bud like you
To pick me way up, way up
Way up to the sky
When everybody here is sneaking in and getting high
Way up, way up
Way up to the moon
Boy it’s good to know I got a bud like you
Way up, way up
Way up to the sky
When everybody here is sneaking in and getting high
Way up, way up
Way up to the moon
Boy it’s good to know I got a bud like you
Boy it’s good to know I got a bud like you
Enough, enough
There’s no one here that we know
I think I knew a girl, who knew the host
But she’s heading home
We’ll stand a lot
Stare at the disco ball
Like who’d invest in that
When no ones looking at it
Kicking in the basement
Kicking in the basement
Hating all the same things too
If I need a pick me up
Would you come and pick me
I could really use a bud like you
To pick me way up, way up
Way up to the sky
When everybody here is sneaking in and getting high
Way up, way up
Way up to the moon
Boy it’s good to know I got a bud like you
Way up, way up
Way up to the sky
When everybody here is sneaking in and getting high
Way up, way up
Way up to the moon
Boy it’s good to know I got a bud like you
Boy it’s good to know I got a bud like you
Boy it’s good to know I got a bud like you
Boy it’s good to know I got a bud like you
To pick me way up, way up
Way up to the sky
When everybody here is sneaking in and getting high
Way up, way up
Way up to the moon
Boy it’s good to know I got a bud like you
Way up, way up
Way up to the sky
When everybody here is sneaking in and getting high
Way up, way up
Way up to the moon
Boy it’s good to know I got a bud like you
Boy it’s good to know I got a bud like you
Boy it’s good to know I got a bud like you
Boy it’s good to know I got a bud like you

I only threw this party for you
I only threw this party for you, for you, for you
I was hopin’ you would come through
I was hopin’ you would come through, it’s true, it’s true
I only threw this party for you
I only threw this party for you, for you, for you
I would love to party on you
Watch me, watch me party on you, yeah

One dance and I paind my nails
DJ with your favorite tunes
[?]
But you were born [?] or two
Champagne poured in your mouth
Caught your friends from out of town
But the party back with purple bills
And I’m waiting for you by the window, yeah
Caught your digits, but my phone can’t ring it, eh
Wish I knew what you were thinking
Na-na-na 1000 pink balloons
Dancin’ on to your favorite tunes
Hope you lookin’ to party
‘Cause I threw the party just for you now, boy

I only threw this party for you
Only threw this party for you, for you, for you
I was hopin’ you would come through
I was hopin’ you would come through, it’s true, it’s true
I only threw this party for you
I only threw this party for you, for you, for you
I would love to party on you
Watch me, watch me party on you, yeah

I only threw this party for you
Only threw this party for you, for you, for you
I was hopin’ you would come through
I was hopin’ you would come through, it’s true, it’s true
Only threw this party for you
I only threw this party for you, for you, for you
I would love to party on you
Watch me, watch me party on you, yeah

I only threw this party for you
Only threw this party for you, for you, for you
I was hopin’ you would come through
I was hopin’ you would come through, it’s true, it’s true
Only threw this party for you
I only threw this party for you, for you, for you
I would love to party on you
Watch me, watch me party on you, yeah

I only threw this party for you
Only threw this party for you, for you, for you
I was hopin’ you would come through
I was hopin’ you would come through, it’s true, it’s true
Only threw this party for you
I only threw this party for you, for you, for you
I would love to party on you
Watch me, watch me party on you, yeah

I only threw this party for you
Only threw this party for you, for you, for you
I was hopin’ you would come through
I was hopin’ you would come through, it’s true, it’s true
Only threw this party for you
I only threw this party for you, for you, for you
I would love to party on you
Watch me, watch me party on you, yeah

For you, you
For you, y-you, y-you
For you, you
For you, y-you, y-you
For you, you
For you, y-you, y-you
For you, you
For you, y-you, y-you

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
A yard for my dogs, a crib for my main bitch
I’ve been a man and I am still stainless
Haters caught vapor, inhaling the anguish
Kill these beats, humane fashion, painless
Cellphone my bids to auctions, cop paintings
Gotta have ’em more than Caine-Loc needed them Daytons
Jets X Nes Phips, crack lacerations
Dope cuts, motherfucker catch up
The girl eyes wandering she wan’ know if that’s us
Heard about that Spitta stroke and she wan’ be next up
Homie mad talking about boy when I catch up
Shit bound to get all messed up and that’s so messed up
Let’s go rest up, I be in the cut
Got a can of Ozium in the truck
Fresh cut, word to Gucci, man photo shoot
Spitta in your city homie, send them hoes through

[Hook: Curren$y]
Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don’t mean I’m home
One not in front the house don’t mean I’m gone
Start a business, mind ya own

[Verse 2: Young Roddy]
And I stayed on my job when them niggas got lazy
And look how I changed them hood hoes to ladies
And look how I turned them hoopties to Mercedes
And I admit, to quit shootin’ ball was kinda crazy
But I was too focused on getting bread, pay me
Now they telling all of those DJ’s to play me
Mama sat me down and told me all about the 80s
My favorite color was green, like money, since a baby
The niggas turn flaky, bitches turn shady
But no more gray days, I waved goodbye to Macy
Purple haze give me lazy eyes like McGrady
And that’s on everything that 31st raised me
And that’s on everything, got Adidas in all flavors
Practice make perfect, perfect make paper
Paper take patience, and I’m still waiting
So it’s fuck you pay me, I’ve been ranned out of favors

[Hook]
Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don’t mean I’m home
One not in front the house don’t mean I’m gone
Start a business, mind ya own

[Verse 3: Trademark]
I’m just playing my position, posted like a center
Money on my mind, the bank account getting thicker
Blowing out of pounds, cases of the liquor
Surrounded by these bitches, I’m far from fictitious
Niggas claim they G, but they startin’ to look suspicious
Hating on the planes every time my name gets mentioned
I don’t pay ’em no attention, I keep on twisting up
This purp is so sticky, it’s getting stuck to my fingers
Jet set, we here, hitting the game from all angles
Got it in a chokehold, it’s more like a strangle
Say I’m one of the best and I ain’t never dropped a single
My flow on point, you can tell from the lingo
Christmas sack of trees, yeah I’m smoking Kris Kringle
Blue cheese, sour deez and the kush tastes mango
Trade keep it real, I ain’t nowhere near lame-o
The plane’s on the way, clear the runway and the lanes, ho

[Hook]
Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don’t mean I’m home
One not in front the house don’t mean I’m gone
Start a business, mind ya own

[Chorus]
It hurts when you miss someone
It hurts when you miss somebody
We ain’t tryna hurt no one
We just tryna be somebody

Somebody, somebody, tryna be somebody
Somebody, somebody, tryna be somebody

[Verse 1]
I woke up one birthday and my nigga was gone
I cant really find the words to put in this song
He told me I would be a rapper most definitely
I was born by the bank so its nothin to me

Errybody say they down, man these dudes is actors
Life is too short, I ain’t talkin the rapper
Let a couple noobs hang, they was beggin to quit
Middle finger if the DJ don’t play my shit

I remember when I didn’t have a home to sleep
I shed blood, sweat and tears all through these streets
Modesto been made of hustle man this ain’t no joke
Mama told me that she prayin that I never go broke

I remember when nobody ever knew my name
I lost a close friend, to this so called game
Life could be the worse but i feel so blessed
They show me love out the north, south, east to the west

[Chorus]
It hurts when you miss someone
It hurts when you miss somebody
We ain’t tryna hurt no one
We just tryna be somebody

Somebody, somebody, tryna be somebody
Somebody, somebody, tryna be somebody

[Verse 2]
I woke up one birthday wit a check in my lap
Dont ever call me askin where the party be at
I ain’t got no time for no suckas and leeches
I want money so tall it make Bill Gates speechless

My granny hate my music cuz I curse too much
Why these hoes want me to put it all in they gut
Me and make mack real homies like starsky hutch
My family probably hate me cuz I work too much

I keep a tight circle, I don’t like squares
Everything is gettin old I see white hair
I swear, I can make a dream out a nightmare
I swear, I be on a roll like a wheel chair

Yea stay in school this ain’t meant for you
I seen alot first hand and I feel for you
You think these fake friends gon ever keep it real for you
I’m just tryna make it clear like baby oil

[Chorus]
It hurts when you miss someone
It hurts when you miss somebody
We ain’t tryna hurt no one
We just tryna be somebody

Somebody, somebody, tryna be somebody
Somebody, somebody, tryna be somebody

[Verse 1: Styles P]
I am a brown guy
But don’t call me nigga, please
Nigga please, you see that white boy, that’s a nigga b
Nigga ain’t a color, it’s a mindstate, you diggin’ me?
Maybe not, I get it tho
But all them white boys blowin’ weed they some niggas too
The difference is they got white privileges
Cops will kill me but I doubt that they kill ’em too
This ain’t a stab or a jab
But I’m feeling kinda mad they ain’t treated like a villain too
His weed is good as mine, his gun bigger than mine
And he motherfucking chilling too
Now if my color make you hate me then I hope you go blind
And can’t see what your children do
Now that sound kinda harsh
But you would feel like I feel if you had black children too
Racism make you sayin’ and I shoulda have your man
Sittin’ there with the sick face
A dickface, you a dickhead
And what you gonna to with all the people from a mixed race
America is a sick place (you know)
But we paint it to be good
This is big city talk that we spreadin’ worldwide
Coming from a humble nigga coming out a poor hood, ghost

[Bridge]
Styles P, Talib Kweli, The Seven

[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
Life of a brown guy
Travel ’round the would with the name of a Muslim man
Now there are some up- and some downsides
The downside is niggas get their spinal cord shattered in police vans
I ain’t a Muslim but my friends is
Grew up Christian now I’m sorta spiritual I know it’s cliché
I see colors in the music
We switch it up, you see the gods mix it up like a DJ
You say you’re hating based on race, huh
And that you’re colorblind and you like Hip-Hop
Like that’s some kind of call like you can’t get punched in the face, huh
That’s why the Hindus and the Sikhs being abused by Islamophobes
Extremism is ugly no matter what or where
People who don’t believe in god kill all the time
The Bible more violent than the Quran, you see what’s in there?
Ain’t no belief system got a monopoly on all the crime
I judge a man by his actions and by his enemies
But they don’t show themselves without a good reason
This ain’t a TV show, nigga
They think they know the hood cause they seen The Wire, the good seasons
I don’t need your sympathy
I don’t need your empathy your opinion is not required here
That’s why you’re hidin’ on the Internet
‘Cause all that ‘Nigga’-shit you’re writin’ will probably get you fired, yeah
Fucked up, too

I am marching with the protest
I got so much to say, but I’m only here to witness
There’s a war inside my head
And I’m surrendering to weakness
We’re separated by steel and glass
In traffic trapped on the freeway, every body is a DJ
Looking down at our phones for the fastest way to get home
Don’t text me there should be no, I can wait
My chemical’s are spiking like a lie detector
Dopamine, serotonin, happiness is not the answer
We dream of being a true spirit
We are divided by false Gods and hyped up leaders
We binge on the mood sticking on the bleachers
We worship talent, but we don’t see if anybody can even see it
First you must believe it
So keep your nosebleed seats I’d rather be irrelevant
What if I crossover and nobody remembers it?
Will we stay together?
Even if I never get discovered?
This is the west coast dreams will make a line
This is the promise land, the gold rush
And I’m about to find out

[Intro]
Be quiet, RoRo
Yeah, this that shit here, man
Nigga gon’ feel, brah
You know what I’m sayin’, like
I’m on a whole ‘nother one, man
I’m so content with the person I am
I can give a fuck about what you think about me, honestly, bro
Huh, as long as this Rollie tick, I’m good, man

[Chorus]
I got two bitches on call, no three-way
You ain’t cashed out, nigga, yeah, that’s what the lease say
Four, five bitches walkin’ with me all from Prive
No turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJ
No disrespect to Mannie Fresh but go DJ
Run that check up, a lotta niggas fled, D-Day
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay

[Verse 1]
Niggas a wannabe, niggas a drama queen
I be in between that money like a comma be
Run it up and stack it, you makin’ money backwards
I’m throwin’ nothin’ but Jackson, rip it out the plastic
These niggas actin’, these niggas actors
He ain’t know his daddy, these niggas bastards
These niggas hatin’, these niggas leechin’
Fuck that bitch and everybody know it when they see me
Everybody know it, since I cut my hair I feel like everybody Quan, haha
Fuck your feelin’, everybody show ’em
I don’t care ’cause everybody know ’em
The best nigga

[Chorus]
I got two bitches on call, no three-way
You ain’t cashed out, nigga, yeah, that’s what the lease say
Four, five bitches walkin’ with me all from Prive
No turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJ
No disrespect to Mannie Fresh but go DJ
Run that check up, a lotta niggas fled, D-Day
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay

[Verse 2]
Hundred choppers in the trunk, gas smellin’ like a skunk
Skinny jeans with a lump, some bankrolls, lil’ nigga
Offsets on my whip, yeah, you know I’m ridin’
I ain’t stuntin’ that negative shit, so please don’t kill my vibe
I don’t know what it’s gone take for one of y’all niggas understand
They feelin’ some type of way, when I walked in like the man
I stuck to the strips, stayed down ’cause I had a plan
I never let my left hand know what my right hand doin’
I’m for real, these niggas are underestimatin’ greatness
I’m for real, these niggas could never kill or never take it from me
All about that money
If it ain’t ’bout money then it ain’t ’bout nothin’, lil’ nigga
But I’m blowin’ my money to keep these stacks clean
Killin’ these niggas like I’m vaccine
You not Mad Max from choppers, you a Maxine
Naw naw, you a crack fiend, mom dukes my black queen

[Bridge]
I just wanna stack this money up high
I just wanna stack this money up high
Talkin’ so high, I feel like I can fly
I’m talkin’ so high, I feel like I can fly

[Chorus]
I got two bitches on call, no three-way
You ain’t cashed out, nigga, yeah, that’s what the lease say
Four, five bitches walkin’ with me all from Prive
No turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJ
No disrespect to Mannie Fresh but go DJ
Run that check up, a lotta niggas fled, D-Day
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay
Fuck her two times, every mornin’ that’s a replay

[Verse 1]
I drank straight to my head
I went outside to smoke a cigarette
And I shattered my phone on the cement
But I don’t give a fuck
Now I’m not making sense
I’m laughing at a joke that I don’t get
I’m acting like these strangers are my friends
But I don’t give a fuck
Yelling at the DJ, "Bro, your shit is boring"
Doing things that I will not regret until the morning
Imma make it rain down, another round is on me
I’m just here for fun and I don’t care about the money
(Hey, hey)

[Chorus]
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Nothing lasts forever
But wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night?
Oh-oh-oh
We can do whatever
As long as we’re together then we’re gonna be alright
Don’t leave, just wait
You can tell your friends that you’re staying out late, singing
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Nothing lasts forever
But wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night?

[Verse 2]
Alright, alright, finish your G and T
The Uber’s here, so now it’s time to leave
Hey driver, could you pass the AUX to me?
Go ahead and turn it up
Head out of the window
You could call me shameless
Waving to my people now I’m acting like I’m famous
Tell him, "Take the long way"
We could see the sunrise
Damn, you look so pretty when the sunlight hits your blue eyes

[Chorus]
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Nothing lasts forever
But wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night?
Oh-oh-oh
We can do whatever
As long as we’re together then we’re gonna be alright
Don’t leave, just wait
You can tell your friends that you’re staying out late, singing
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Nothing lasts forever
But wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night?

[Refrain]
(For the night, for the night)(oh yeah)
I drank straight to my head
I went outside to smoke a cigarette
And I shattered my phone on the cement
But I don’t give a fuck
(Hey)

[Chorus]
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Nothing lasts forever
But wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night?
Oh-oh-oh
We can do whatever
As long as we’re together then we’re gonna be alright
Don’t leave, just wait
You can tell your friends that you’re staying out late, singing
Oh, Oh-oh-oh
Nothing lasts forever
But wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night?