Alkaline – Suave Lyrics

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[Intro]
Oh lala
A young lord
Yow Jordan
Hizzle we tell them
[Pre Chorus]
Not even death cyan stop me
Young but me hard to the core
Even me life pon the road
A make money and f*** a bag a wh*re
[Chorus]
Suave suave just look how me suave
Jump in a Gucci jump in a Versace
Have up a hundred grand now pon me body
Hundred round fi any man who waan take it from me
Suave suave wa make me so suave
Kill me competition then me cut with the darby
All a me gal them a come out fi the party
Mi see so much camel toe fi like mi deh Abu Dhabi
Suave suave me out with me army
Just now the sky clear look how the weather get stormy
If me ever hurt yo baby my sorry
Some a the times mi disappear but I’ll be back so no worry
Go through me rough times in all a me glory
Carry me go heaven in a all a mi jewelry
Suave suave we just a get started (oosh)
Plan fi make nuff money stupid rich retarded
[Verse 1]
Mi smoke the weed like a tonic
Meds pon another planet
Feel like Salt Bae everytime mi sprinkle grabba pon it
Drop a bomb atomic me haters them a panic
None a them cyan keep up with me speed
Mi supersonic
Main chamber a talk bout game changer
Six foot two mi a dancehall main danger
Dem youth ya queer till dem cyan get no stranger
Bwoy you a minor naan do no major
Lock dung yo gal in a mi bed and she no stop cum
We kick back and just a watch dem just a drop dung
Crank up the shot gun
Naan go ever hear Vendetta back dung
Race out everything them life lock dung
Circle the club when dat done
[Bridge]
Deh in a the club and just a pop style
Dip in a mi pocket fi a fat coil
Out there in a the road mi a the Rottweiler
Them white gal see me and a act wild
[Pre Chorus]
Not even death cyan stop me
Young but me hard to the core
Even me life pon the road
A make money and f*** a bag a wh*re
[Chorus]
Suave suave just look how me suave
Jump in a Gucci jump in a Versace
Have up a hundred grand now pon me body
Hundred round fi any man who waan take it from me
Suave suave wa make me so suave
Kill me competition then me cut with the darby
All a me gal them a come out fi the party
Mi see so much camel toe fi like mi deh Abu Dhabi
Suave suave me out with me army
Just now the sky clear look how the weather get stormy
If me ever hurt yo baby my sorry
Some a the times mi disappear but I’ll be back so no worry
Go through me rough times in all a me glory
Carry me go heaven in a all a mi jewelry
Suave suave we just a get started (oosh)
Plan fi make nuff money stupid rich retarded
[Verse 2]
Ice cold shivering in gold
Yo couldn’t last not a even a day in a me insole
Forever young like we never getting old
We get the style them when them drop
Unnu get them when them old
Them better put me name on the honor roll
Honor roll because the skipper deh pon a roll
A dem corrupt we mind a dem mek we cold
Fight fire with Fire just ago add to we fuel (doh)
[Bridge]
Deh in a the club and just a pop style
Dip in a mi pocket fi a fat coil
Out there in a the road mi a the Rottweiler
Them white gal see me and a act wild
[Pre Chorus]
Not even death cyan stop me
Young but me hard to the core
Even me life pon the road
A make money and f*** a bag a wh*re
[Chorus]
Suave suave just look how me suave
Jump in a Gucci jump in a Versace
Have up a hundred grand now pon me body
Hundred round fi any man who waan take it from me
Suave suave wa make me so suave
Kill me competition then me cut with the darby
All a me gal them a come out fi the party
Mi see so much camel toe fi like mi deh Abu Dhabi
Suave suave me out with me army
Just now the sky clear look how the weather get stormy
If me ever hurt yo baby my sorry
Some a the times mi disappear but I’ll be back so no worry
Go through me rough times in all a me glory
Carry me go heaven in a all a mi jewelry
Suave suave we just a get started (oosh)
Plan fi make nuff money stupid rich retarded
[Verse 3]
Mi no affi talk who a di bigger man
Mi no affi talk who a di trigger man
Yo could big and thick or tough up
Like the man up pon the Vigorton
We put yo down cuz we no give a damn
Shot buss him belly tell whomever
Get the kidney or the liver from
We always number one don’t get the figure wrong
Pu**y them a plot behind and out ways fi get read a man
Fraid fi face me one on one
So them can gwaan chat in a song
In case mi catch a case mi want a lawyer like fi Zimmerman
[Bridge]
Deh in a the club and just a pop style
Dip in a mi pocket fi a fat coil
Out there in a the road mi a the Rottweiler
Them white gal see me and a act wild
[Pre Chorus]
Not even death cyan stop me
Young but me hard to the core
Even me life pon the road
A make money and f*** a bag a wh*re
[Chorus]
Suave suave just look how me suave
Jump in a Gucci jump in a Versace
Have up a hundred grand now pon me body
Hundred round fi any man who waan take it from me
Suave suave wa make me so suave
Kill me competition then me cut with the darby
All a me gal them a come out fi the party
Mi see so much camel toe fi like mi deh Abu Dhabi
Suave suave me out with me army
Just now the sky clear look how the weather get stormy
If me ever hurt yo baby my sorry
Some a the times mi disappear but I’ll be back so no worry
Go through me rough times in all a me glory
Carry me go heaven in a all a mi jewelry
Suave suave we just a get started (oosh)
Plan fi make nuff money stupid rich retarded

Alkaline Kill The Competition With New Track “Suave”

Listen Alkaline new song “Suave” below. “Not even death can’t stop me / Young but me hard to the core / Even me life pon the road / A make money and f*** a bag a wh*re,” Alkaline deejay. That track also quickly became a trending cut on YouTube and has since clocked a million views in a week. “Suave suave just look how me suave / Jump in a Gucci jump in a Versace / Have up a hundred grand now pon me body / Hundred round fi any man who waan take it from me / Suave suave wa make me so suave / Kill me competition then me cut with the darby,” the Manhimself spits. It’s safe to say that Alkaline and Vybz Kartel are both currently dominating dancehall, but who is on top? Tweet
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Alkaline killed off his competition with his brand new single “Suave.”
The Vendetta head drop the new track Sunday night and within an hour it was the top trending dancehall song on YouTube on the planet. Last week, Alkaline released another single, “Hard Tackle“, which was also produced by Chimney Records. The catchy single was produced by Chimney Records and features Alkaline spitting lyrics about his lifestyle.

Easy Star All-Stars – Money (feat. Gary ‘Nesta’ Pine & Dollarman)

Money, it’s a crime
Share it fairly but don’t take a slice of my pie
Money, so they say
Is the root of all evil today
But if you ask for a rise it’s no surprise that they’re
Giving none away
"HuHuh! [Bong/Cough Intro]
Money, get away
Get a good job with good pay and you’re okay
Money, it’s a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
New car, caviar, four star daydream
Think I’ll buy me a football team
Money, get back
I’m all right Jack keep your hands off of my stack
Money, it’s a hit
Don’t give me that do goody good bullshit
I’m in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
And I think I need a Lear jet
[Saxophone solo]
Money will make a good man bad, yah yah
Money will make ’nuff man bad, yah yah
Money will make bredren and bredren go to war
Forget about the good times
Don’t bodda let it change your ways
If you no careful it will make you lose your mind, yas! I was in the right!"
"Yes, absolutely in the right!"
"I certainly was in the right!"
"You was definitely in the right. If you worship it, destined fi a fall
Very addictive, watch, be selective
Nuh bodda sell ya soul, just fear de money
When Jah Jah come, ain’t nuttin’ funny
Cyan’t pay yuh way inna Mount Zion
Not if yah have not ’nuff love inna all ya heart my frien’, yah yas! Well well well – well…
Money will make a good man bad – yah yah yah yas
Money will make ’nuff man bad – yah yah yah yas
Money! Yes! He was asking
Why he wasn’t coming up on freely, after I was yelling and
Screaming and telling him why he wasn’t coming up on freely
It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out" Nevah remember when dem used to beg a dollah
Nevah remember when dem used to dead fi hungah
Now dat dem get rich, dem gwan like big timah
Burn down de bridge dat dem cross ovah
Bwoy ya cyan rich today, and broke tomorruh
Don’t you know dat’s the way life go? Money a money and friend a friend
Mi a not put no money before my bredren
Dem a rush in and a kill fi de dollah
Fi de love of money man a kill ‘im owna brodda
Powah is money, money is powah
Materialistically dem get cankah
It a the root of all evil
Ghetto youth, alla man – be a beggah no! Don’t bodda mix up inna de bwoy dem suttin’
Boy if want trouble will get it, ‘pon de double
‘Pon de paypah chase, boy na watch no face
When every lickle ‘ting dem want fi done de place
Man a defend faith in dollah and cents, yah
No bodda play wit’ yuh life, yah mi friend! That geezer was cruising for abruising!"
"Yeah!"
"Why does anyone do anything?"
"I don’t know, I was really drunk at the time!"
"I was just telling him, he couldn’t get into number 2.

Frank Zappa – A Little Green Rosetta

.And a lot of times they run out of,
they run out of spunk right in the middle of the chorus… Causing the song to sound like this…
A little green rosetta
However we continue in spite of the fact that the fuel may be low on your record player. And if all else fails, throw
the record away… build your own green rosetta…try this recipe: Well start with a lump of
grass… the grass bone connected to the ankle bone…the knee bone connected to the
wishbone…and then everybody moves to New York and goes to a party with Warren. .for all of you French
people…who think that you re outta sight… And for the people in Spain…who think
the French people are where its at… And for the people in Mongolia who always
wanted to go to Spain for a vacation… And for those of you in Taiwan who got chumped,
this chorus is for you: (Rang Tang Ding Dong, I am the Japanese Sandman…
Take eight…)
Green rosetta
Green rosetta
A little green rosetta
(Against the Reggae beat, though… No, it’s still Reggae, but it s all backwards)
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You’ll make a muffin betta [Etc., etc., etc…]
Now you see, some places in the Third World it might be difficult to dance to this because
the kerosene record player is not a very efficient device.. They’re pretty good musicians
They re pretty good musicians
They’re pretty good musicians
They’re pretty good musicians
But it don’t make no difference
If they’re good musicians
Because anybody who would buy this record
Doesn’t give a fuck if there’s good musicians
On it
Because this is a stupid song
AND THAT’S THE WAY I LIKE IT
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You make a muffin betta
With a little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
Rosetta, rosetta, rosetta
[etc., etc., etc….]
AL MALKIN. I in listening to
the click, yes I’m suffering with the click track right now…this guy is totally out of sync with it,
but what the fuck. Hey! You’re really jammin! And we’ve flown in, at great expense, (triple scale, no less, ladies and gentlemen),
Steve Gad’s clone to play the out-chorus on this song…lies really outa-site, in spite of
thefact that the click track is totally irrelevant to what he’s doing now. Zetta.. Now the Reggae version, hey, for the People in
the Third World… we haven’t forgotten anybody on this song.. Okay Vinnie, where
is five? We suggest that in places like the Fourth World where things are really tough that you
keep the record player going by rubbing two sticks together. Ed Mann will call him up later, show him the sign. [Act III]
[after the song ends]
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER… As you can see, MUSIC can get you
pretty fucked up…Take a tip from Joe, do like he did, hock your imaginary guitar
and get a good job…Joe did, and he’s a happy guy now, on the day shift at
the Utility Muffin Research Kitchen, arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot of
a fully-charged icing anointment utensil. And every time a nice little muffin comes
by on the belt, he poots forth… And if this doesn’t convince you that MUSIC
causes BIG TROUBLE…then maybe I should turn off my plastic’ megaphone and
sing the last song on the album in my regular voice…
[SCENE EIGHTEEN]
[A LITTLE GREEN ROSETTA]
[CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER:]
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You’ll make a muffin betta
With a green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A tiny green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You’ll make a muffin betta
Betta
It’s really getting betta
It’s betta, it’s betta
With a green rosetta
Green rositti
A little green rositti
It’s really, really meaty
A little green rositti
Betta, betta,
(Hey, really out there…really good)
It’s really getting betta
It’s betta, it’s betta
With a green rosetta
Setta, setta
(Good God, give the drummer some)
Green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
(Setta, setta, setta, etc….)
(Make a muffin, make a muffin, make a muffin,
Make a muffin betta, make a muffin betta, [etc….])
With a green rosetta
A little green rosetta
[Etc….]
Good God!

Christos Antoniadis – Pios bori (Кой Може Да !)

Και βγαίνω μ’ ένα σου φιλί απ’ του χαμού τη λίστα. Ποιος μπορεί να μου πει η αγάπη πως είναι ένοχη; Ποιος μπορεί να δικάσει, καρδιά μου, το χτες, το γιατί; Ποιος μπορεί να μου πει η αγάπη πως είναι ένοχη; Ποιος μπορεί, τα κλεμμένα φιλιά αν δεν έχει γευτεί; Έλα, πάρε με να πάμε σε ταξίδια μυστικά. Έλα, πάρε με να πάμε σε ταξίδια μυστικά. Με το ταξίμι της καρδιάς κι ο πόνος θα πεθάνει. Να με φιλάς μη σταματάς κι η νύχτα δε μου φτάνει. Ποιος μπορεί να μου πει η αγάπη πως είναι ένοχη; Ποιος μπορεί να δικάσει, καρδιά μου, το χτες, το γιατί; Ποιος μπορεί να μου πει η αγάπη πως είναι ένοχη; Ποιος μπορεί, τα κλεμμένα φιλιά αν δεν έχει γευτεί; Η νύχτα σπάει σα γυαλί στου έρωτα την πίστα.

Althea & Donna – Uptown Top Ranking

See me in me heels and ting
Dem check sey we hip and ting
True them no know and ting
We have them going and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
See me pon the road I hear you call out to me
True you see mi inna pants and ting
See mi in a ‘alter back
Sey mi gi’ you heart attack
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist
Uptown Top Ranking
See mi in mi Benz and ting
Drivin’ through Constant Spring
Them check sey me come from cosmo spring
But a true dem no know and ting
Dem no know sey we top ranking
Uptown Top Ranking
Shoulda see me and the ranking dread
Check how we jamming and ting
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Watch how we chuck it and ting
Inna we khaki suit and ting
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Love inna you heart dis a bawl out fe me
When you see me inna pants and ting
See me inna ‘alter back
Sey me gi’ you heart attack
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist
Uptown Top Ranking
See mi pon the road and hear you call out to me
True you see me in me pants and ting
See me inna ‘alter back
Sey me gi’ you heart attack
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
You shoulda see me and the ranking dread,
Check how we jamming and ting
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

Beats International – Dub Be Good To Me

Friends tell me I am crazy
That I’m wasting time with you
You’ll never be mine
That’s not the way I see it
‘Cause I feel you’re already mine
Whenever you’re with me
People always talk about reputation
I don’t care about your other girls
Just be good to me
Friends are always telling me
You’re a loser
I don’t care what you do to them
Just be good to me
Friends seem to always listen
To the bad things that you do
You never do them to me
You may have many others
But I know when you’re with me
You are all mine
People always talk about reputation
I don’t care about your other girls
Just be good to me
Friends are always telling me
You’re a loser
I don’t care what you do to them
Just be good to me
Love is a game of chances
So I’ll take my chance with you
And you boy won’t ever change
We talk about it and I’d
Rather have a piece of you
Than all or nothing
Just be good to me
In the morning
Just be good to me
In the afternoon all evening
Just be good to me
The time is calling
I won’t tie you down
When you need me
I’ll be around
I’ll be good to you
We could be together
Be together

Lonzo Ball – Get Off

[Hook]
Ooh, ooh
Z-O get off, get off
Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah
Let me get off, get off
Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off
Hey, I came this far, you know I had to get off
Ooh, ooh
Z-O get off, get off
Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah
Let me get off, get off
Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off
Hey, I had no choice you know I had to get off
[Verse 1]
I said I had to get off, so what you think I’m doing? Blue faces, buying gold, always been a Bruin
Except for when they losing, then I gotta keep it moving
People asking what I’m doing, money convos keep it flowing
Claiming you [?] cracking up
I’m with your girl when she back it up
Pass me the sticks and I’m acting up, knocking it out and she [?]
Do it for fans and the clapping up
Walking in Gucci, they rack it up
I swear these Benjamins standing up
I put up to sleep when I’m stacking up
Mo’ money, got less problems
People looking like, "How about it?"
You rent it, I buy it
Diamonds wet but they never clouded
I’m a rebel, them [?] rowdy
Best believe we ’bout to bout it
Best believe my [?]
Balling hard with no boundaries

[Hook]
Ooh, ooh
Z-O get off, get off
Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah
Let me get off, get off
Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off
Hey, I came this far, you know I had to get off
Ooh, ooh
Z-O get off, get off
Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah
Let me get off, get off
Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off
Hey, I had no choice you know I had to get off
[Verse 2]
Sit back, sit back, sit back turn the music up
Straight crack, I spit that, but nah homie, I ain’t talking drugs
I ain’t on the corner, I ain’t selling rock, I ain’t selling rock banging with the thugs
I be on the court, yeah I push the rock
Cause balling, balling, balling what I love
Pay attention, listen closely I won’t say it twice
Married to the game, I tattoo it like I [?] my wife
I put in early mornings, yeah, and I’m grinding late night
Shooting 2s and 3s, but nah homie, I ain’t talking dice
Working on my game, I tune it up just like a bike
But you can catch me in the G, and you know it’s all-white
On the court I’m making plays, and in the booth I’m making slappers
I always kept it real, I ain’t never been no actor

[Hook]
Ooh, ooh
Z-O get off, get off
Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah
Let me get off, get off
Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off
Hey, I came this far, you know I had to get off
Ooh, ooh
Z-O get off, get off
Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah
Let me get off, get off
Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off
Hey, I had no choice you know I had to get off

Five Finger Death Punch – Trouble

I don’t look for trouble
Trouble looks for me
That’s how it always been
That’s how it’s gonna be
I’m lookin’ down on you
You’re lookin’ up to me
I’ve never saw you comin’
You’ve never saw me
I can’t explain who I am
Cause there’s no excuses
This is who I’m meant to be
There’s no regrets, I don’t care if you believe
There’s no excuses
This is who I choose to be
I don’t look for trouble, trouble looks for me! I fuckin’ used you
I got just what I want and what I wanna do
You won’t destroy me
You just annoy me
I’m sitting here on top
So fuck your trophy! Raarghhhh! Cause there’s no excuses
This is who I’m meant to be
There’s no regrets
I don’t care if you believe
There’s no excuses
This is who I choose to be
I don’t look for trouble
Trouble looks for me
Trouble looks for me! I can’t explain how I am

Cause there’s no excuses
This is who I’m meant to be
There’s no regrets
I don’t care if you believe
There’s no excuses
This is who I choose to be
I don’t look for trouble
Trouble looks for me
Get some! Does it confuse you? Raarghhhh!

Cam – Diane

[Chorus]
Oh, I promise I didn’t know he was your man
I would have noticed a gold wedding band
Diane
I’d rather you hate me than not understand
Oh, Diane
[Verse 1]
You pick the time and the place
Dont know how much this hurts
I gave him my heart to break
Now I know he broke yours first
Lyin’ right there in my bed
While he was lying to you
Believing the words that he said
How could we be such fools? [Pre-Chorus]
And all those nights that he’s given to me
I wish that I could give them back to you
[Chorus]
Diane
I promise I didn’t know he was your man
I would have noticed a gold wedding band
Diane
I’d rather you hate me than not understand
Oh, Diane

[Verse 2]
You can blame me if it helps
That’s what a good wife would do
But you’re only cheating yourself
Choosing him over the truth
[Pre-Chorus]
And all those nights that he’s given to me
I wish that I could give them back to you
[Chorus]
Diane
I promise I didn’t know he was your man
I would have noticed a gold wedding band
Diane
I’d rather you hate me than not understand
Oh, Diane
[Bridge]
Oh, woah
Diane, Diane
Oh, woah
Diane
Oh, I’d rather you hate me then not understand
Oh, Diane

[Outro]
And all those nights that he’s given to me
I wish that I could give them back to you

2 Chainz – 4 Am (feat. Travis Scott) (On The Tonight Show) (Live)

Ooh, talkin’ tequila for the pipe-up
Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah
Drench god, drench god, really
Representin’, we the squad, really (oh, yeah)
Tec got the Rollie, now I get it
I used to sell drugs for a living
Got me a job sellin’ records
Had to use my jeweler for a reference
Might buy a charm with the extras
Might use her legs for a necklace

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)
[Outro]
Don’t stop trappin’, boy
Got ’bout twelve racks this mornin’
Got ’bout twelve racks
Started last night, still goin’
Twelve racks strong
Got the pitbull in the corner, she pregnant
Got the crackhead in the corner, she pregnant
Everybody in here pregnant, ‘cept my partner and them
But we gettin’ this money though, I’m tellin’ you that [Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
M-M-M-Murda
Yeah, yeah
Damn right, bro
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
4 AM, I’m just gettin’ started
For my birthday I threw me a surprise party
Reminiscin’ ’bout the trap, playin’ the first Carter
My life changed when I had my first daughter
Got my first quarter flippin’ fifty-dollar slabs
Your nigga’s lookin’ at the bills, askin’ you for half
Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results
Anytime she wanna dip I’m providin’ the sauce
You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss
You keep playin’ with me, I end up signing your boss
Drop an EP on a nigga for the free-free on a nigga
Yeah you ZZ on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas
Rock with Champagne P
If it wasn’t for the struggle then I wouldn’t be me
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn! Miami for your surgery, ooh
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bulet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz & Travis Scott]
Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crewneck
Ooh, On a killin’ rapper spree and nigga, you next
Ooh, they talkin’, chillin’, watchin’ Netflix (straight up)
Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs
Ooh, I’m on my wave like a durag
Ooh, I see your boo, now where your crew at? [Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh
In a group with the best rapper that’s alive, ooh
Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
I ain’t wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
Jumpin’ out the cake and that’s surprisin’, ooh
Pickin’ up the duffel bag like exercisin’, ooh
Bought mama new house ’cause she deserve it, ooh
Practice makes perfect but nobody’s perfect, ooh
Escobar is not open for service, ooh
Send you to Dr.

The Score – Believe

[Verse 1]
When it’s four in the morning
When it comes without warning
The silence drags you down under the tide
When your whole world is jaded
When your colors are faded
And nothing but your shadow’s on your side
[Pre-Chorus]
I believe in you
I believe in you
[Chorus]
If you ever need somebody
Even if all your tiles fall down
If you ever need somebody
Even when all your hope runs out
If you ever need somebody
I believe, I believe, I believe in you, in you
I believe, I believe, I believe in you, in you
[Verse 2]
When your fights fly like arrows
When the way all feels narrow
And the rock you always lean on starts to slide
You feel suffocated
So once celebrated
And the person that you were you cannot find

[Pre-Chorus]
I believe in you
I believe in you
[Chorus]
If you ever need somebody
Even if all your tiles fall down
If you ever need somebody
Even when all your hope runs out
If you ever need somebody
I believe, I believe, I believe in you, in you
I believe, I believe, I believe in you, in you
[Bridge]
Even in your darkest days
Even if you lose your way, you lose your way
(I believe, I believe, I believe in you, in you)
Even when you’re feeling ill
Even when you’re at your worst, you’re at your worst
(I believe, I believe, I believe in you, in you)
[Chorus]
If you ever need somebody, somebody
If you ever need somebody, somebody
If you ever need somebody
Even if all your tiles fall down
If you ever need somebody
Even when all your hope runs out
If you ever need somebody
I believe, I believe, I believe in you, in you
Somebody
I believe, I believe, I believe in you, in you
If you ever need somebody
I believe, I believe, I believe in you, in you
Somebody
I believe, I believe, I believe in you, in you

Lupe Fiasco – Black Power L Word

He’ll probably weave by ’em, and wake up when we’re dead
Dream team scheme to king Azizim
Don’t sleep on that, that’s a sword with 3 swings
Right across the chest, Mayweather your wig
Right across the left, [?]
Have powwows and wigwams
Indeed, I spit freeze like Kal-El, only bow down to Islam
Back to the training, this mental bomb left Daniel-san hanging, haymakers for Al Haymin

[Outro: Lupe Fiasco]
Back way when, I would say then, they would do it, when I say when
When go, left, no, (roll out) stay, L-Word: Lupe [Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah-yeah, breakfast sketches, yeah?, yeah, alright, and they say, uh
[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Zombie, I need brains
Right on time like high speed trains
Pull up real slow like tai-chi cranes
That’s an excellent Karate Kid reference
But I’m leave it there like negligence
To focus on the dead that I said in my very first testament
Re-animate it, (roll out) Roll-out mines, Frankenstein times Optimus Prime
Zorro bombing on cars how I write these names
Rail spike, snail life, I need change
That’s transformers, ass warmers, ass styles for the wilin’
Frank Gallagher rubbing Valium on the mouths of the violent to make them silent
What a shame, taking on weight, and jumping on the plane
Lucille take it to the head, thumbs up to the mules, break another leg
Can Donald rob Mueller and shake another fed?

Lupe Fiasco – KJazz

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
If you rolling around Los Angeles right now
This one right here is for you (keep it true)
And they say, and they say, and they say, and they say, now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Sunsets Los Angeles undressed like
The sky put on a skirt to hurt the slum sets
Then hit Hollywood boulevard like spars
Light taps that fight back, high heels covered in stars
Lounge gowns standing downtown up in W. Dubois’
Rolls Royce, Choice, the Hoist, and other comfortable cars
Shooting club doormans, speaking love of the warfare
What we’re doing is ordering Ubers to Soho JoJo, everything is bizarre
Malibu and [?} sitting lonely in the Rolex when these Denny’s mirage
In-N-Out bagels, Katsu your crab rolls, Easter laid food trucks, bossa nova mastros
Half-glued eyes on the night time wide search
Chanel purse gone down on the I-5 side
More holla hill shops, house party chill spots
Valley versus ills in the south central will shops
Saudi’s versus Persians, Hasidic temples [?]
Santa Monica helicopters and Compton KJazz
KJazz
[Outro: Lupe Fiasco]

If you see nighttime out there, tell her I said hello
Kjazz

Kodak Black – Snap Shit

[Intro]
I hit rock bottom
Thought I was never gon’ come up bih
For real though, thank you Lord
[Verse]
Thank you lord I’m here, I never imagined this
It’s Lil’ Kodak Black, bitch come capture this
I ain’t puttin’ up with that, no I ain’t havin’ it
Been showin’ too much love, no more after this
They told me I’m a star, actin’ like I’m average
‘Cause I be rappin’ but I don’t be on that rappin’ shit
I still be in the hood, tote my strap and shit
Stop that flaggin’, that’s how shit be happenin’
Last time I let you slide, I’ma whoop yo’ ass for this
Save the choke sandwich in my mattress
Aye, where them yellow bones? Roadrunnin’, tunnel vision, I been speedin’ with no limit for it
But I ain’t never thought that it could get this far
First they wanted me to win, I had all the support
But once I won, they don’t love me no more
‘Cause they wanted me to win, but they ain’t want for me to get this far
They say "No, no I ain’t mean for you to get that far"
Drop a nigga girlfriend off to school in a Jaguar
Drop a nigga bitch to work in a Jaguar I don’t want no black bitch
I’m already black, I don’t need no black bitch
Put yo’ hands up if you a bad bitch
Bae let’s go and blow a check at Saks Fifth
I said "I love you", I was just on that yak bitch
Girl you know I’m bein’ sarcastic
I bag her then I’m gone with daddy shit
Girl don’t call my phone with that and shit
Fuck it, I don’t owe a nigga shit
I been out here thuggin’ since a jit
Remember we was strugglin’ in the bricks
Nigga had to go and hit a lick
I was throwin’ rocks in the ditch
Now I’m throwin’ rocks at the chaingang
I just wanna gain and maintain
Ain’t nothin’ change, it’s still the same damn thing
New year but ain’t a damn thing changed
Still in traffic, road runnin’, switchin’ lanes
State to state, I’m breakin’ the bank
Went to BA then I went to Chase
Only hang around with niggas who gon’ crank
Only hang around with niggas who don’t think
Niggas out here takin’ chances everyday
Niggas out here wildin’ but they people straight
Can’t say no to drugs, I be smokin’ dank
Don’t let Kodak in here he gon’ stink up the place
I’m so God damn high, I can’t feel my face
I’m so God damn high, I just might stick up the place
First I start my day off with a wake and bake
I ain’t workin’ out but I be shakin’ weight
Now my lawyer hollerin’ "Pay me"
‘Cause I got court December 7th
Just in case them crackers slay me
Girl I’ma come and get you pregnant
Just tell my baby boy his dad a legend
Just don’t let him be like me, ’cause I don’t learn my lesson
I was already a felon once they let me out my mama belly
Got a telly in my cell, I’m smokin’ reggie with my celly
Yeah I’m young and reckless
I just stole a Lexus just to flex it
Hit the scene, still in full on Ree’s and I ain’t even sell it
I’m a street nigga after paper
I be snappin’, I be scammin’
They used to call me Lil’ Duffle cause I’m a young hustler
Nigga I bring that check in
Uh uh
I’m a lil’ motherfucker, I’m fuckin’ on ya mammy
Slidin’ in a Infinity
Down here, we call that bih a FinFin
Yeah, man they leaked my goddamn song and I wasn’t even finished
Young nigga, I’m dufflin’, yeah, I’m gettin’ to them Benji’s
Mind yo motherfuckin’ business
Windows tinted, I think this my car
I think this shit rented
Windows tinted, I think this a new one
I think this a rental
Everything orange, I’m smokin’ cantaloupe

[Outro]
Thank ya Lord
I swear I ain’t never expected this before
I ain’t shit, so why you sendin’ me all these blessings?