Cardi B – Backin’ It Up lyrics

[Intro: Pardison Fontaine & Cardi B]
Ahhh
Cardi! (Ayy)
You know how to make a bitch mad, don’t you (Ayy)
Make your ex wanna get it back, that’s a fact
Say it louder for the bitches in the back (Ayy)
I know to go and get a bag, don’t I (don’t I)
I know how to make a bitch mad, don’t I (yeah)
Make my ex wanna get it back, that’s a fact
Say it louder for the bitches in the back (ayy)
Back, back-backin’ it up
I’m the king of talkin’ shit, then backin’ it up (ayy)
Back, back-backin’ it up
Throw that shit over here, girl, that’s what it’s for (what you say?) (Ayy)
You know how to make a bitch mad, don’t you (Ayy)
Make your ex wanna get it back, that’s a fact
Say it louder for the bitches in the back (Ayy)
I know to go and get a bag, don’t I (don’t I)
I know how to make a bitch mad, don’t I (yeah)
Make my ex wanna get it back, that’s a fact
Say it louder for the bitches in the back (ayy)
Back, back-backin’ it up
I’m the queen of talkin’ shit, then I’m backin’ it up (yeah)
Back, back-backin’ it up
Throw that money over here, nigga, that’s what it’s for (what you say?)
[Verse 2: Cardi B]
Look, said I was gettin’ some head, get-gettin’ some head
Ran down on a bitch, she almost pissed on her leg
Bitches think they fuckin’ with me, must be sick in the head
Why don’t you chill with the beef and get some chicken instead? Got the crown, shut it down, have them hype up in the 6
If she dead, let her lay won’t bring no life into this bitch
Lookin’ this good should be a sin, you should call me cinnamon
Cardi B, bad bitch, those is fuckin’ synonyms
We see who winnin’ (see who winnin’), we see who got it (see who got it)
You see I’m still in the bank makin’ deposits (cash)
You see who switched up sides and who was solid (who was solid)
You see who stuck to the code and who forgot it
Talk about it, bitch
[Chorus: Pardison Fontaine & Cardi B]
You know how to go and get a bag, don’t you? Turn around, fuck it all the way up
Bust it down, turn around, fuck it all the way up
Bust it down, turn around, fuck it—look
[Verse 1: Pardison Fontaine]
Let’s get it straight, girl, you don’t need a nigga for nothin’
Lookin’ better every day, you got that Benjamin Button
Claimin’ he don’t got a girl, you know niggas be frontin’
You don’t need no bitch comin’ up to you as a woman (ayy)
And you a boss, so you hate when niggas waste time (ayy)
You too pretty to be paused on the FaceTime (ayy)
Damn, I’m just statin’ the facts
You hate that like you hate when niggas tell you, “Relax”
What the fuck you mean, “Relax”? You want somethin’ more than just physical (word)
It’s been a while since you met someone original (word)
You spend your time drinkin’ wine in your livin’ room
All that good pussy, can’t find the one to give it to (what?)
Issa, issa shame (issa shame)
You see me, see the squad, issa gang (issa gang)
You see him, issa bum, issa lame (issa lame)
But issa difference ‘tween me and what’s-his-name (ayy)
I swear to God, word to Mase (ayy)
I’ma drink this Henny to the face (ayy)
Fuck a condom, I’ma bring saran wrap
I can’t let no good pussy go to waste (ayy)
[Chorus: Pardison Fontaine & Cardi B]
Back, back-backin’ it up
I’m the king of talkin’ shit, then backin’ it up (ayy)
Back, back-backin’ it up
Throw that shit over here, girl, that’s what it’s for (what you say?)
You know how to go and get a bag, don’t you?

French Montana – No Stylist lyrics

I wanna see one of y’all run up a B
Yeah, two open seats, we flyin’ at seven and packed for the beach
Yeah, keepin’ it G, I told her “don’t wear no 350s ’round me”
Iced out, no stylist
No Chanel, Nike track, doin’ road with some waps
And that’s Capo in the back, and that’s swole in the back
Don’t need Gucci on my back, TV Gucci got my back
Don’t know where y’all niggas at, I’ve been here, I’ve been back
In Delilah’s, word to Zack, I need action, that’s a fact
[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out, no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle, no stylist
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)
Iced out, no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle, no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
[Outro: French Montana]
No stylist
No stylist Fast talk, runnin’ laps
I’m not playin’ that shit
French Vanilla, sippin’ on, Lear jets pickin’ up
Hong Kong, Morocco, I’m here
No stylist
And I ain’t playin’ with these bitches, they childish (haan)
Yeah, look around, they quiet
She said I ain’t got no heart, bitch, find it
[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)
[Verse 2: Drake & French Montana]
(Louder)
I got the game in a squeeze
Who disagree? [Intro: French Montana, Mountain & Kodak Black]
Ooh
Yeah, louder
Hey, hey
I’m in London, got my beat from London
[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Louder
Fuck they talkin’ about?

Mumford And Sons – Guiding Light lyrics

1, 2, 3
All day permanent red
The glaze on my eyes
When I heard your voice
The distance caught me by surprise again
And I know you claim
That you’re alright
But fix your eyes on me
I guess I’m all you have
And I swear you’ll see the dawn again
Well I know I had it all on the line
But don’t just sit with folded hands and become blind
Cos even when there is no star in sight
You’ll always be my only guiding light
Relate to my youth
Well I’m still in awe of you
Discover some new truth
That was always wrapped around you
But don’t just slip away
In the night
Don’t just hurl
Your words from on high
Well I know I had it all on the line
But don’t just sit with folded hands and become blind
Cos even when there is no star in sight
You’ll always be my only guiding light
If we come back and we’re broken
Unworthy and ashamed
Give us something to believe in
And you know we’ll go your way
Cos I know I had it all on the line
But don’t just sit with folded hands and become blind
Cos even when there is no star in sight
You’ll always be my only guiding light
And I know I had it all on the line
But don’t just sit with folded hands and become blind
Cos even when there is no star in sight
You’ll always be my only guiding light

Sia – Step By Step lyrics

Baby, [?]
Can’t you see? That I’m so in love
So in love
I’m so in love
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
And til the end of time
You are mine
’cause we’re so in love
So in love
So in love
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Step by step
Just one of a million
We took to get hit (?), woah
Step by step
One of a million
And a million left, woah
Step by step
I gotta keep moving
Towards the sunset, oh
Step by step
Come on let’s do this
Hold my end til the end
(Hook)
Step by step
Step by step
Step by step
Hold my end til the end
(Bridge)
Stay with me now
’cause ups and downs
Won’t scare me away That I’m so in love
So in love
I’m so in love
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Since you came to me
Set me free
I’ve been so in love
So in love
I’m so in love
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Step by step
Just one of a million
We took to get hit (?), woah
Step by step
One of a million
And a million left, woah
Step by step
I gotta keep moving
Towards the sunset, oh
Step by step
Come on let’s do this
Hold my end til the end
(Hook)
Step by step
Step by step
Step by step
Hold my end til the end, woah
Baby, [?]
Can’t you see?

Scarlxrd – MAD MAN Lyrics

[Chorus]
Ahh, Just realized that I
I know the feelings away, uh
I will sell out my shit some more, ah
But I feel like a MAD MAN! I won’t fall like the others! But I feel like a MAD MAN! But I feel like a MAD MAN! But I feel like a MAD MAN! [Verse 2]
I-I- I put my head to the bag
I’m bout my cheddar and green, okay
Everyone fucks with me now, yuh
I put my heart on my sleeve, okay
That bitch was keeping me down, yuh
I had to get up and leave, okay
I’m not changing myself for the love of a freak
Not that cynical, but it still hurts when i breathe
Focused I might let go
Fuck it I’ll go mental
I get what I ask for
I’m the one they bow for
Focused I might let go
Fuck it, I’ll go mental
I get what I ask for
I’m the one they bow for
Who decides when we live or die, this is not our time
Who decides when it’s not alright, living out our life
Who decides when we live or die, this is not our time
Who decides when it’s not alright, living out our life
[Chorus]
Ahh, Just realized that I
I know the feelings away, uh
I will sell my shit out some more, ah
But I feel like a MAD MAN! But I feel like a MAD MAN! But I feel like a MAD MAN! But I feel like a MAD MAN! [Verse 1]
Aye, used to tear me down, used to make love
Used to try me out when we did stuff
And you ratted me out when he came home
Uh, I won’t fall like that no no
I won’t fall like the others!

Lupe Fiasco – Cripple Lyrics

[Intro]
Turn the beat up some more
Ay-yeah-yeah, [?]
[Verse 1]
Uh, rectangle full of color
Complicated man sits, dedicated to the rutter
Under Apollo, overfilling under [?], when [?] wallows
It’s said he looks for Yetis in tomorrow
And do-gooders become regretters for giving gobble
At the Oshawa in Park Slope
Broken dancers rather flatten [?] than work at Arco
Flippers who feat feets riff contortionists hips and [?] slippers
Tweezers release slithers
From lines with deep splinters, paws for sweet skippers
Another key-figure’s of East River’s who eat liver and drink liquor
And root for bird due to an unconscious urge to beat niggas
Who prefer sweet, steep sleep and to pour holes with the east of police triggers
Sikhs at the hair show, Arabs at the airport, Caucasians in the projects, niggas anywhere though
[Refrain]
People lovingly exclaim
People lovingly exclaim
People lovingly exclaim
People…
[Hook]
Beauty is the largest, obstacles to obsess
Decorate the seargent, community resistance, and progress
[Verse 2]
Pull out game strong like the [?] kid, but also like a life-guard
Now that don’t even make no sense—but since, if the swimmers ain’t got no rings on
Don’t be a fag, let me stab that yoo-hoo in my ding-dong
Fruits of interracials, my banana’s bigger than King Kong
Both ways seem wrong like nobody in China is good at ping-pong
Seem wrong? That’s evidence they shouldn’t be passing their genes on
That was racist, but I’ma run with it
Like every sagging pair of pants-ass that have a gun in it
So I undid it, like a Singapore with gum in it
Does that mean if I let you write that I can put my thumbs in it? Uhn—nasty, but let the moment pass, only wave if they ask
And catch me at the scene of the crash, karma
They hate blood like Blade, so they hate ’cause like an English teacher grades
[Hook 2]
Beauty is the largest, obstacles to obsess
Diasporan sonnets, community resistance, and progress
[Refrain]
People lovingly exclaim
People lovingly exclaim
People lovingly exclaim
People…
[Verse 3]
The city: population control, occupation parole
Hope the [?] persuades and this conversation [?]
Not to be Enron, Alexander Hamilton to Cassandra’s Agamemnon
The environment is more than just a panda at the wind farm
Looks cool but it’s bull as cool fusers
And the abuse is fueled of duel-losers
To make fools of the schools and [?]
The crusade delegislate oxygen
And put it in the box just like Desiree Washington
Fortune cookie, First Panda excellerate in profiting
Hope Santa fill my socks with highly-decorated moccasins
My, how the roles have reversed
So now we gotta eat ’em for dessert
Bop the kids just to free ’em from the curse
Dress up the thots in lingerie and feed ’em to [?] (uh-huh)
[Hook 3]
Beauty is the largest, organize the objects
Diasporan sonnets, community resistance, and progress
[Outro]
Diasporan sonnets, community resistance, and progress
Woah—the people lovingly exclaim (people lovingly exclaim)
People lovingly exclaim (people lovingly exclaim)
People lovingly exclaim (people lovingly exclaim)
Community resistance and progress
Pe-pe-people lovingly exclaim (people lovingly exclaim)

Father – Dragons Lyrics

[Chorus]
Twelve shoot at me, nigga, bet I shoot back, yeah
Ridin’ round the city, yeah, you know that coupe blacked out
Pull up in some shit that look like red eyes black dragon
Nigga pop the trunk, you better be ready for that action
Taste like candy, yeah, you know your boy a jawbreaker
Take a bite outta nigga bitch like a alligator
Everybody hear my nigga, I don’t need a alibi
Pull up in some shit that leave a motherfucka horrified
Twelve shoot at me, nigga, bet I shoot back, yeah
Ridin’ round the city, yeah, you know that coupe cracked, yeah
Pull up in some shit that look like blue eyes white dragon
Nigga pop the trunk, you better be ready for that action
Taste like candy, yeah, you know your boy a gobstopper
Everlasting flavor wipe your mouth, girl you cock slobber
Real ass nigga so you know I keep some extra lives
Pull up in some shit that leave a motherfucka petrified
[Verse]
Boy your girl a slut, she keep on tryna touch my privates
My boys is movin’ weight like everybody on a diet
But don’t get the idea to come and stick me for my profits
Pull up with them dicks like niggas just came out the closet
Oooh, yeah, you know that coke white, yeah
Yeah I’m in your city, but its only for the night girl
Shawty shake them titties like you tryna take flight, yeah
Pop it hello kitty, hope its furry and it bite, yeah
[Chorus]
Twelve shoot at me, nigga, bet I shoot back, yeah
Ridin’ round the city, yeah, you know that coupe blacked out
Pull up in some shit that look like red eyes black dragon
Nigga pop the trunk, you better be ready for that action
Taste like candy, yeah, you know your boy a jawbreaker
Take a bite outta nigga bitch like a alligator
Everybody hear my nigga, I don’t need a alibi
Pull up in some shit that leave a motherfucka horrified
Twelve shoot at me, nigga, bet I shoot back, yeah
Ridin’ round the city, yeah, you know that coupe cracked, yeah
Pull up in some shit that look like blue eyes white dragon
Nigga pop the trunk, you better be ready for that action
Taste like candy, yeah, you know your boy a gobstopper
Everlasting flavor wipe your mouth, girl you cock slobber
Real ass nigga so you know I keep some extra lives
Pull up in some shit that leave a motherfucka petrified

Young Dolph – Black Queen Lyrics

[Intro: Moma Gabbana & Young Dolph]
Then we was at rehearsal
I’m like, “we ain’t gon’ be in here all night”
Y’all motherfuckers been learning the street
[?]
[?], I’m out
Heh
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Three tone chain, two tone watch, two tone drop
Oh my God, he too hot, he too hot
I stashed the million, forgot all about it and let the shit rot
Rich crack baby, mama and daddy both used to smoke rocks
Rich crack baby, now I’m smokin’ Kush with my mom and dad on a yacht
Same hood fucked my mom and dad up, I made a million off of that block
Yeah, I stay into it with that nigga, but this hustlin’ shit come from my pops
You gave me a hard life, but I ain’t trippin’ though ’cause it made me a star
[Verse: Young Dolph]
Pull up at the club out a bar, yeah
And I don’t even drink, I drink rock, hah, ayy
Came here with a check on these bitches
You know I’ma flex on these bitches
Blue rocks ’round my neck on these bitches
Blue racks, I’m obsessed with these bitches
VS’s, they bitin’, they vicious
Blue Rollie cost me 150
Slidin’ dolo with my .30 with me
And my chocolate bitch, my Hershey’s Kisses
Freshest nigga in the whole vicinity
Fake friends, worse than real enemies
Niggas from Scooby like, “remember me?”
“Nah, nigga, did I sell you some weed?”
I buy what I want and what I need
“Why you spend all that money on jewellery?”
Even though you was a crackfiend, mama
You gave birth to a trap king, mama, hah
You gon’ always be my trap queen, mama, damn
I mean, “always be my black queen,” mama
I love you to death, it is what it is
Shit so crazy, you look just like my kids
You had me shootin’ dice when I was six
Then I start smokin’ before I was 10
You and my daddy, y’all made a trap baby
I be cuttin’ all of these niggas out lately
Throw 50 racks, watch the scrippers go crazy
No money involved, then I don’t got the patience
Unlike LeBron, can’t shit stop me
I was by myself, they was 80 when they shot me, heh
I smell pussy, I smell pussy
Sittin’ in the Rolls-Royce smokin’ a blunt of cookies
I woke up this morning and put on all Chanel
I still got my plug on standby and my scale
I still got my plug on standby and my scale
I still got my plug on standby and my scale
Hah, yeah
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Three tone chain, two tone watch, two tone drop
Oh my God, he too hot, he too hot
I stashed the million, forgot all about it and let the shit rot
Rich crack baby, mama and daddy both used to smoke rocks
Rich crack baby, now I’m smokin’ Kush with my mom and dad on a yacht
Same hood fucked my mom and dad up, I made a million off of that block
Yeah, I stay into it with that nigga, but this hustlin’ shit come from my pops
You gave me a hard life, but I ain’t trippin’ though ’cause it made me a star

Axwell Λ Ingrosso – Dancing Alone (Brohug Remix) Lyrics

[Verse 1]
She’s shining in a sea of people, see her smiling
Something about her body caught my eyes and
I can’t seem to look away
Oh, she’s floating
Bumping into strangers like they’re nothing
Acting like she know she’s hiding something, yeah
I can’t take my eyes away, no
[Pre-Chorus]
It’s like I’ve seen her face before
I know, but I don’t know for sure
My friends ain’t with me anymore
Oh, I’ve gotta know
[Chorus]
Why she dancing alone
Why she dancing alone
Did she come on her own? Why she dancing alone, why she dancing alone
Why she dancing alone, why she dancing alone
Why she dancing alone, why she dancing alone
Why she dancing alone
So why does she keep on
[Instrumental Break: Brohug]
[Post-Chorus]
Dancing alone
Dancing alone
Dancing alone
Dancing alone
Dancing alone
Dancing alone
Dancing alone
Dancing alone
Dancing alone Seems so lost
So why does she keep on dancing
Dancing alone, dancing alone? Seems so lost
So why does she keep on dancing
So why does she keep on
[Instrumental Break: Brohug]
[Post-Chorus]
Dancing alone
[Verse 2]
She’s hiding, I’m looking for her everywhere
I’m trying to spot her like a pin drop in the silence, yeah
I can’t let her get away, no
Someone’s behind me
We go back to back and we’re colliding
Suddenly I turn around and right there
She’s staring back at me
[Pre-Chorus]
It’s like I’ve seen her face before
I know, but I don’t know for sure
My friends ain’t with me anymore
Oh, I’ve gotta know
[Chorus]
Why she dancing alone
Why she dancing alone
Did she come on her own?

BROCKHAMPTON – WEIGHT Lyrics

[Outro: Joba]
Pressure makes me lash back, wish I could get past that
I can’t take a step back, makes me wish you’d pass that
Pressure makes me lash back, wish I could get past that
I can’t take a step back, makes me wish you’d pass that
Pressure makes, Pressure makes, Pressu-
Wish I could, Wish I could, Wish I-
I can’t take, I can’t take, I can’t-
Makes me wish, Makes me wish, Makes me-
Pressure makes, Pressure makes, Pressu-
Wish I could, Wish I could, Wish I-
I can’t take, I can’t take, I can’t-
Makes me wish, Makes me wish, Makes me-
Sippin’ on my pain, smokin’ on my pain
Ingesting my pain, I just wanna play
Sippin’ on my pain, smokin’ on my pain
Ingesting my pain, I just wanna play
Sippin on my, (sipping on my), smokin’ on my (smokin’ on my)
Ingestin’ my (ingestin’ my), I just wanna (I just wanna)
Sippin on my, (sipping on my), smokin’ on my (smokin’ on my)
Ingestin’ my (ingestin’ my), I just wanna (I just wanna) And I ain’t done
[Verse 2: Kevin Abstract]
I really miss the old days before the cosigns
I really miss them cold days before the road signs
I really miss when I ain’t know which way I was supposed to head
And I was pressed because my shorty gave me cold signs
I was writing poems ’bout a dog in study hall
And she was mad cause I never wanna show her off
And every time she took her bra off my dick would get soft
I thought I had a problem, kept my head inside a pillow screaming
[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
I don’t wanna waste no more time
I’m ready to go
I live my life on standby
I can leave you alone
[Verse 3: Joba]
‘Cause we’re born with a dollar sign attached to our temple
Life is a dish served cold most times
And all my life I’ve taken handfuls, force-fed by the hand that feeds us
But not all hands created equal
I stand by waiting for something good to come
In due time, the skies will split for the sun to smile
[Verse 4: Dom McLennon & Joba]
My mother called me today
She said she thought she felt my energy a country away
I apologized for not calling enough due to weight
But couldn’t tell you if I kept it in my head to decay
I asked her, “Why this world love echoing hate?”
She said, “Don’t let those who dont know you start dictating your fate”
I think the hardest part of love could be rebuilding the breaks
Conditioned to omit them until our foundation will shake
It’s no debate
The road to peace is filled with snakes, you gotta keep your cool
And recognize the wolves that wanna try and leave you wool
Don’t let ’em treat you a window, you know you’re a jewel
The world is cruel and not as simple as they teach in schools
Sometimes you gotta step away and check your own intentions
And analyze if what they do can compromise your vision
If people trust you, they don’t need to question your decisions
You never needed them if they make you another villain (pressure)
[Interlude: Sammy-jo and Joba]
They tried to take the bike
And they took my friend’s bike
And then friend was gonna get it back
But then he didn’t get it back
And then we had to go to the police station
And then um then some (pressure)
A random stranger brought back his bike
We just you know, and we didn’t tell our mom
So we got in trouble (pressure makes me)
Because they found out like a day later
Do you want to start the game again? [Verse 1: Kevin Abstact]
They split my world into pieces, I ain’t heard from my nieces
I’ve been feeling defeated, like I’m the worst in the boyband
I ain’t sleep in some weekends, tryna headline both weekends
Leave my niggas y’all sheepin’, I keep the world in my hands
I know accounts should be deleted
I know some niggas should stop hitting my phone
Whenever they needing money or favors done
‘Cause I’m still worried ’bout
When Ashlan finna put the razor down
So I don’t really give a fuck about a story they done spun
And I ain’t done
And I ain’t done, ya heard me?

Empire Cast – So Cold Lyrics

Girl, please
Ha ha ha ha
Skrrrt
I don’t need your [?]
Don’t want your goofy ass man with the busted shoes
I’m walking all glossed up, got a lot to prove
I’m breaking necks with the way my body move
I know they asking who’s that chick with all the confidence
Stepped into the room like she’s ownin’ this
I’m coming for your check, [?]
I don’t want a piece, I want all of this
[Pre-Chorus]
And I woke up in a panic, gotta get money
Another day, another dollar
No it ain’t funny
You sing on a boat, gotta keep running
Won’t stop until I’m on top baby, like…
[Chorus]
Cold; never seen a chick so cold
Never seen a whip so cold
Tell me, have you ever seen a chick so cold? [Intro]
Never seen a girl like
Never put a hold on me
No I, I do it all lone
I’ll do it on my own
Nothing ever comes easy
They tell me it was just a dream, but I…
I’mma prove ’em wrong
[Verse 1]
Are you talkin’ to me? (no)
They be like “No, we never seen a chick so cold”
Never seen a chain so gold (bling)
Never seen a wrist so froze (froze)
Diamonds on my neck, I’ll glow
Ice like I’m from the North Pole
Never seen a cick so cold
Yo
[Verse 2]
You’re an irrelevant, I’m the opposite
You’re straight off the rack, I’m custom fit
Got a lot to lose, don’t know the half of it
I ain’t startin’ over, so I never quit
This is real life, no experiment
Ain’t got a care to give, it’s a deficit
You should step aside, keep it elegant
Bow down, make way for my Genesis
[Pre-Chorus]
And I woke up in a panic, gotta get money
Another day, another dollar
No it ain’t funny
You sing on a boat, gotta keep running
Won’t stop until I’m on top baby, like…
[Chorus]
Cold; never seen a chick so cold
Never seen a whip so cold
Tell me, have you ever seen a chick so cold? (no)
They be like “No, we never seen a chick so cold”
Never seen a chain so gold (bling)
Never seen a wrist so froze (froze)
Diamonds on my neck, I’ll glow
Ice like I’m from the North Pole
Never seen a cick so cold
Yo
[Outro]
I’m so cold
So cold
So, shining my light, I’m the best
Never seen nobody like me
So cold
So
Shining my light, I’m the best
Never seen nobody like me (no)
They be like “No, we never seen a chick so cold”
Never seen a chain so gold (bling)
Never seen a wrist so froze (froze)
Diamonds on my neck, I’ll glow
Ice like I’m from the North Pole
Never seen a cick so cold
Yo
[Bridge]
Gonna get my dollars, gonna get my chain
Won’t stop till the whole world knows my name
I’m a badass chick, didn’t come to play
And you best believe I’m ’bout to get paid
Gonna make these dollas, gonna get my chains
Gonna make this money, gonna get my fame
I’m a badass chick, didn’t come to play
And you best believe, I’m about to get paid
[Chorus]
Cold; never seen a chick so cold
Never seen a whip so cold
Tell me, have you ever seen a chick so cold?

Lupe Fiasco – Stack That Cheese Lyrics

I am just a baby
[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Not gonna go crazy when I blow up
Bet they gonna go crazy when I show up
Won’t listen to the haters cause I know what
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Said I gonna be slow if I pour up
But I’m gonna be poor if I slow up
So I gotta keep it going, ain’t no slow motion in here
[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Tryna get the tour bus with the studio
It ain’t no buts, just bootyholes (uh)
Can’t be out here looking like dookie
When you’re tryna start a movement and come up on a movie role
Everything’s polished
I ain’t go to college, I was at the conference
Chopping with the DJs, tryna give my single on replay
And shit up on the game like colonics (colonics)
Hold the phone, take a flick with a fan for me (click)
Hit the strips with a brick of the dance money (strip)
I’m tired, let’s switch with the van for me
When I make it by, you’ll print the advance money
[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? Rescue all your babies
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? I am just a baby
[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Not gonna go crazy when I blow up
Bet they gonna go crazy when I show up
Won’t listen to the haters cause I know what
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Said I’m gonna be slow if I pour up
But I’m gonna be poor if I slow up
So I gotta keep it going, ain’t no slow motion in here
[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? [Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? I am just a baby
[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Not gonna go crazy when I blow up
Bet they gonna go crazy when I show up
Won’t listen to the haters cause I know what
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Said I’m gonna be slow if I pour up
But I’m gonna be poor if I slow up
So I gotta keep it going, ain’t no slow motion in here Rescue all your babies
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? Rescue all your babies
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? Rescue all your babies
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Uhh, pen to the pad, metaphors on fleek
Took the words that I heard and I put em’ to the beat
Press up my tape then I put it in the street
Upload my thousands without my link
I’ma be upcoming just to see what they think
I’ma shoot me a video and put it on the ‘tube
I’ma spam IG to get up my views
And DM my favorite artist, say, “I’m gonna be huge”
Book me a show that the blogs gonna cover
And they all gon’ love it
The crowd gon’ turn up, is anybody out there? Turn up the mic, we can’t hear you out here
[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? I am just a baby
[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Not gonna go crazy when I blow up
Bet they gonna go crazy when I show up
Won’t listen to the haters cause I know what
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Said I’m gonna be slow if I pour up
But I’m gonna be poor if I slow up
So I gotta keep it going, ain’t no slow motion in here
[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
Hold up, light man, turn the lights on
Came a long way from when I was holding the mic wrong
Something for the hood and a whole lot of white songs
Like I evolved to a whole ‘nother life form
I’m just tryna make it happen, don’t attack that please
Can’t find a job, you can rap at least
Cause that’s what I did, I was at that leg
Right out of high school, tryna stack that cheese
You was tryna do what? Tryna stack that cheese
You wanna flip burgers, wanna stack that cheese
Make American singles, wanna stack that cheese
Make everybody smile, tryna stack that cheese
Tryna do it for a while, tryna stack that cheese
Talking frequent flyer miles how I stack that cheese
Tryna bundle up the money, tryna stack that cheese
Aye Stack, can we stack that please?

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – 3 Min Convo Lyrics

[Intro]
Turn me up
Jamz turn me up
[Verse]
I know you heard of the boogie man
I am that nigga he woulda been
Hoodie on like I’m the reaper though
17 deep in the sprinter van
I heard they tryna get equal though
I would not let them get even man
She told me she trying to get into it
But I know these bitches be sneaky man
Murder she wrote murder all she wrote
I can go Boogie or Artist flow
I probably got every car you drove
I probably fucked every broad you know
Bitches think I’m a target, no
Want me to take you to Barney`s, no
Run it up see how far we go
Double up but be cautious though
I know they hate seeing me in first class
I’m a young nigga wearing her mess
I came up from the big x
And Came home to a big bag
Imma big boss and you big mad
Fuck around and die by my respect
I got blood all over my christans
From all my oppositions
Fuck all my oppositions
Like every pair damn loubs now I got blisters
And all of my day ones got caught up in the system
If she don’t want me ,I fuck with her sister
I’m so grimy when it comes to these bitches
I hit her then end up going missing
I’m up now there ain’t no more hard feelings
Its cool I just put her in the friendzey
I just had to put her in the frenzy
I swear they don’t wanna see me happy
They just wanna see me in my feelings
Used to me a little nappy nigga now I’m nappy with a couple million
On the come up they was laughing at me
Now they fucking with me cause I’m winning
Now they say I’m acting different
This shit change you when you really in it
These days I can’t come complain
Still get laid I swear
I used to not get paid
I’m back to my old ways
Tech hoodie on
No chains
First pair of new Balmains
Had me feeling like Kurt Cobain
I embarrassed all my fly things
On the floor seats at the ball game
I got mad saint Lauren shit
I told em’ nigga personally call me
Gotta stab bitch niggas in the streets I ain’t even gotta call B
They be mad hoes after shows they following me to the lobby
Imma asshole when they come to that
I don’t want you bitches to love me
But thats just cause I get it
Been in my bag for a minute
I just flow with it
They all in my business, but
They just do not get it
Blood on my shoes I’m sinning, yeah
New E.R.D getting yeah
A lot of niggas dress just like me
But its alright i already did it, yeah
Niggas wanna rap just like me
But its okay i already did it, yeah
Elliante got me icy
W’s up I’m Winning
W’s up I’m Winning
And I told her that I loved her but I didn’t care
And if I expose her
It’s because she told my business, yeah
I’m kinda like Hov business man
I’m a business man
I miss my nigga V12 and Montana man
I remember back when we was younger
I wish you was with me sitting in this benz
Now when we talk the convos be in lingo cause you in the feds
Got a little heart , getting used to all these millions
I keep from minimum wage
Gotta little heart talking to you
Through a phone
Knowing I can’t see your face
Nigga with a wire
Started fucking with you nigga
What the fuck did you say
Told you , you ain’t gotta sell grills
No more nigga, but you did anyway
I wish they give you bail
You woulda Been with me today
Real shit just free all my

Kanye West – Because of You (Remix) Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Yeezy, Ne-Yo, the remix ayo
I think it’s time to hit ’em with the Mase flow
My uh, she was gettin the best of me
But oooh, child, you my destiny
And I know it’s especially
Hard with all these girls just testing me
Uh, and you gon’ question me
If she even stand next to me
But you should laugh, ’cause you my better half
And these girls just fighting over the rest of me (c’mon!)
Right now it feels so crazy
I know she just some lady
And my outfit is just so 80’s
Not to mention McLaren Mercedes
And the 26 in-inch rim whee-eels
Look so good with your 6-inch heels
Fly shit that you be on
Gucci on, aligned by Louis Vuitton
And we high as the way we cruising on
High like I, like Mercury
Why do I mention the solar system? Cause, you in my soul and system
And we gon’ take her home with this one
I got something that you gon’ like
You got something that I can’t fight
We got something that we both gon’ ride
[Bridge: Ne-Yo]
And I know this much is true
Baby, you have become my addiction, I’m so strung out on you
I can barely move but I like it
[Hook: Ne-Yo]
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because…
Never get enough
She’s the sweetest drug
[Verse 2: Ne-Yo]
Think of it every second, I can’t get nothing done
Only concern is the next time, I’m gonna get me some
Know I should stay away from, cause it’s no good for me
I try and try but my obsession won’t let me leave
[Bridge: Ne-Yo]
I got a problem and I don’t know what to do about it
Even if I did, I don’t know if I would quit but I doubt it
I’m taken by the thought of it, and I know this much is true
Baby, you have become my addiction, I’m so strung out on you
I can barely move but I like it
[Hook: Ne-Yo]
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because…
Never get enough
She’s the sweetest drug
[Outro: Ne-Yo]
Ain’t no doubt, so strung out
Ain’t no doubt, so strung out
Over you, over you, over you
Because of you
And it’s all because of you
Never get enough
She’s the sweetest drug, she’s the sweetest drug

Andy Mineo – …There Lyrics

[Chorus]
I got angels flyin’ all around
I pray they take me off the ground
I know I got one lookin’ down on me (on me, on me)
I got angels flyin’ all around
I pray they take me off the ground
I know I got one lookin’ down on me, on me, on me
[Verse 2]
Standing alone in the parking lot of The Truman Show
Privy to things I never knew before
Laying flowers at the casket of a twenty-two-year-old me
It sound unusual, but listen death is beautiful, see
Nothing grows until it finally dies
And you don’t ever find the truth until you find the lies (well)
Now that I’ve–started pulling the strings, some things are unraveling
And I don’t like what I’m seeing but yet I proceed (deconstruction)
This the moment I hold it all in question
It’s terrifying ’cause there ain’t nothing to rest in
The sense of a lost direction, it’s messy but still I press
And I’m desperate to find the answer, I can’t go on with the guessing
Did 81 percent of the people I call my brethren
Put an elephant in the room and say it was Heaven-sent? Look, blog said I’m in album mode
Boy, I’m always in album mode
My slice need the a la modé
New York, like Al Capone
Whole squad in the Patagon’
My girl b-b-bad, bad to the bone
I keep losin’ my wedding ring
I gotta go get that tatted on
I’m–out in Europe, it feel just like the borough
Shoutin’ “Ya heard!” Spent a Euro, got dessert, that’s that churro
Need that Word that’s eternal
I write the rap, no journal
My pen got me some wins, I feel like Joe Paterno, aye
I don’t got no time for beefin’ with nobody else
I’ve been dealin’ with my demons, I been beefin’ with myself
I need Heaven down on Earth ’cause it’s feelin’ like it’s Hell
That’s all that I can do, uh
[Pre-Chorus]
Ah
1 a.m., I ain’t sleepin’
2 a.m., I ain’t sleepin’ (not at all)
3 a.m., I ain’t sleepin’ (wide awake)
Maybe I should get some sleep in
[Chorus]
I got angels flyin’ all around
I pray they take me off the ground
I know I got one lookin’ down on me
On me, on me
[Interlude]
Every sword got two edges
How will I be remembered? Take a stand for the knee and your Nikes still creasin’
I let it all fall apart then I took the pieces
Reconstructing everything I once believed in, yeah
[Outro]
We’re sorry, you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service [Verse 1]
Nobody ever make it out alive (woo!)
This ain’t first class I got upgraded
Penny pinchin’ rapper even though I made it
Momma got her clothes from garage sales
Took the low so I could have the top shelf, yeah
Humble thyself or God will
Youngin’ with a little drive like a Hot Wheel, yeah
Now it’s pop culture when you’re poppin’ pills, right? I don’t know what Bible you reading, what God you believe in
But that don’t sound like reason, it sound like you sleeping
So I’m leaving, this my Last Supper who treatin’? Rather have us medicated than healed, right?