Alabama – Down Home

Just off of the beaten path
A little dot on the state road map
That’s where I was born and where I’ll die
Things move at a slower pace
Nobody’s in a rat race
And these days that’s a special way of life
[CHORUS]
Down Home
Where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down Home
A mans good word and a hand shake are all you need
Folks know
If they’re fallin’ on hard times they can fall back home
Those of us raised up down home
In the corner of the hardware store
Gathered round on a checkered board
Old men telling lies and crownin’ kings
Kids drivin’ round the old town square
Cops roll down int he cool night air
Go and see what’s shakin’ at the Dairy Queen
[CHORUS]
Down Home
Where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down Home
A mans good word and a hand shake are all you need
Folks know
If they’re fallin’ on hard times they can fall back home
Those of us raised up down home
When I was a boy I couldn’t wait to leave this place
But now I wanna see my children raised
Down Home
Down Home
Folks know
If there fallin’ on hard times they can fall back home
Those of us raised up
Down Home
Where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down Home
A mans good word and a handshake are all you need
Folks know
If they’re fallin’ on hard times they can fall back home
Those of us raised up
Down Home
Down Home
Way down home
Down home
Down Home
Way down home

Ski Mask the Slump God – WTF!?

What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck? What the fuck? [Chorus]
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck? [Verse 1]
Huh? [Intro]
Yuh, we just started from the top, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Hey, do you like curse words? Uh
[Chorus]
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck? Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck? Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? (Umm, here’s your tissue)
Yup, I needed it
Just for my jewelry, ’cause it be tripping B
And she from Italy, she got the sausage
Like I’m the Kennedy, got lotta green on me
Talkin’ ’bout Kennedy, she said I’m awesome! There is a lot in the verse
Ayy Tony
Ayy! What else? Huh? (Don’t get fucked up!)
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck? Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck? What the fuck? Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck? Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? [Verse 2]
Terio, ohh, kill ’em! It’s how I walked up in the building
This the man I’m with the millions
I’m as high as hands up in the sky
When it’s yo’ auntie saying hallelujah! What the– Ayy! What did you say? What the fuck? What else? (Don’t get fucked up!)
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck? Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck? What the– Ayy! Dust off my knuckles
Walk the damn plank, on yo’ bitch I plank
Unless she stank, smell like a Chef Boyardee
X came with Tank, basquiat came to paint
Achoo, I’m blessed
Don’t ask me why ’cause I don’t look like you

[Chorus]
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck? What the– Ayy! What the fuck? Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck? I’m the shit, what’s it to ya? Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck? What the– Ayy! What the fuck? What the– Ayy! Huh? What the fuck? What the fuck? Umm, repeat, yuh
Yachty pulled up in a new ‘Cedes truck (that’s nice)
Lights, they on the front
Pause, Then I’ma stunt
Ayy, you not savage so keep that shirt tucked
No you not, no you not
I am a bad boy, don’t wear no seat buckle
Beat down that pussy then dust off my knuckles
What else? Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?

H.E.R. – My Song

[Intro]
Uhhh, yeah
Mmm, mm, mm
[Verse 1]
I wanna run away with you
Just take me to places I’ve never known
When no one else seems to be getting through
Only you can tell wants going on
[Pre-Chorus]
When I hear you name
Put a smile up on my face
It don’t matter the time or the place
You make it all better now
I can love you forever now
When I hear the sound
When I’m feeling down
Ain’t nobody else gotta be around
For you to make it better now
Let me get myself together now
[Chorus]
Let me sing my song
Don’t wanna be alone
I know that when I listen
I find what I’ve been missing
Right here in my heart
Let me sing my song
I know this is my home
All that I’ve been wishing
I found what I’ve been missing
Right here from the start
So let me sing my song

[Verse 2]
Everything that you’ve told me
I thank you every day for
All the things you wanted me to be
Is every thing I’ve prayed for
When the weight of the world is on my shoulders
You would take the away the pain
Through the storm the sun still shines
With you by my side I’m not afraid
[Pre-Chorus]
When I hear you name
Put a smile up on my face
It don’t matter the time or the place
You make it all better now
I can love you forever now
When I hear the sound
When I’m feeling down
Ain’t nobody else gotta be around
For you to make it better now
Let me get myself together now
[Chorus]
Let me sing my song
Don’t wanna be alone
I know that when I listen
I find what I’ve been missing
Right here in my heart
Let me sing my song
I know this is my home
All that I’ve been wishing
Found what I’ve been missing
You were right here from the start
So let me sing my song

[Verse 3]
All my doubts and fears
All my cries and tears
They all just disapear
When ever you, were near
You are still right here
You are still, oh right here
Right here
Right here
Right here
Still right here
Right here
Right here, right here, right here
Right here, right here
Right here, here
Right here, here, here, here
Right here
Right here

Lil Wayne – Family Fued (Remix) (feat. Drake)

Popeyes
These chickens got bird flu
And they chirp, chirp too
Always sung, never flew
These boys hide girls too
If money grow on trees, I climb and rest in that bitch
Build a treehouse and knocked the bird nest out that bitch
Stuck my neck out and shit
Then got the heck out that shit
And when I did, I took the special effect out of that shit
Tunechi F ’round this bitch
The best thing left ’round this bitch
All you niggas some bitches, I feel like Hef ’round this bitch
You call her Stephanie
I call her Steph ’round this bitch
Now back to whipping the baby
On some step mama shit
I come direct with my shit
I come correct with my shit
A blank check on your face
Put some respect on my shit
Branches starting to shake
Here comes the leaves, get the rake
I want my piece of the cake
And she’ll be sweeter than cake
Here come the leaves, get the rake
And we ain’t leaving the rake
We made the cleaners escape
Although I bleeped in your face
You playing with the right one today
Your flag is a white one today
You wearing them tight ones today
Check me a right one today
You playing with fire today
The Angel and Lion are greats
On my god, lightning striking twice in this place
Should we make a wish or should we make it right in this place? All these mother fucking beef, I need some rice on this plate
Talked to your wifey today, she feeling triflin’ she say
Talked to the sniper, he say
He aiming at diapers today
Pick you off like picking peppers, Peter Piper today
So tell your squad I say "BLAOW" like Spice1 would say
It’s Mortal Kombat tonight, it’s Street Fighter today
I’m Major Bison, Drizzy lit like Raiden light up the place
You see blue face hundreds ’til you white in the face
Oh my god, it feel like I done life in this place
But swear to god, I got money doing life in my safe
Put on the gloves like MJ, go from OG to OJ
I make you pay attention then rip your receipt in your face
This for Cita and Nae
This for my people and BAE
I got three sons of a gun
Them niggas keep me on safe
Hold up
I am the black god to the church
I am the fat boy to dessert
I am the landlord to the first
Got two bangers, one of them go "boutta boom"
One of them go "boutta bing"
I taught these hoes how to love
I taught these boys how to lean
I’m hiding the sky in her twinkle
The eyes don’t lie until you blink them
Keep the iron for the wrinkles
The mansion came with the sprinklers
I want Arabian wealth
You snakes come make me a belt
Yeah, you know life is a movie, you niggas playing yourself
Damn, that’s some six shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I want Arabian wealth
You snakes come make me a belt
It’s every man for themselves
It’s every baby for sale
And you know life is a movie, you niggas rating yourself
I just hope there’s a point to watch you pussies play with yourselves
That’s some six shit [Intro: Drake]
Yeah
Dedication 6, of course
Shoutout Guru for sending me the beat, too
Young Angel, Young Lion
More Life, no dying
Yeah
Alright I got it
Yeah
[Verse 1: Drake]
Super Bowl goals
I’m at the crib with Puff, he got Kaepernick on the phone
He in a whole different mode
Angel hair at 2AM for Bey and Hov
Just to show them how I treat the city like my humble abode
Ayy, tell me if TD bank is approving loans
I’m thinking about paying Wayne what Universal owes
My nigga spend a lifetime going platinum and gold
He should own half of the label, shit outta control
Somebody get Larry Jackson on the phone
I need some ownership if we pressing go
‘Cause business is booming on behalf of me
I need a bite outta the Apple like Adam and Eve
We gon’ have to break the billi’ curse
I need my paper long like "A Milli" verse
Or, too long like a sentence from a Philly judge
Fuck is the point in all the beefing when we really blood
Nobody wins when the family feuds, nigga
Everybody gotta eat, we can’t exclude niggas
I make the crib, expanding pools, and expanding rooms
Adding Hammam Spas with tanning booths, nigga
That’s truth, no boost, nigga
But this isn’t all about calling truce
I’m still dishing out verbal abuse
That shit could get re-introduced if somebody got something they urging to prove, nigga
Inspiring to the youth
New Years Eve, looking like a royal flush
Wait, we all in the same suit
I’m hall of fame in the booth, nigga
My Karma making the news, nigga
This pudding taste like the proof, nigga
If I ever see Trump he better salute niggas
Much as we do nigga
For real

[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Six shit
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I could care less about your squad
I don’t connect when I’m flying
I’m on a jet and it’s mine
I just hope the weather is fine
I took the jet to Dubai
I took the jet to Milan
I took the jet way to Africa
Shoutout my nigga Akon
Your bitch sweating my squad
Please get the sweat out her eye
I put the dick in her spine
I fucked the bitch in her prime
Don’t get my credit declined
Give all the credit to moms
I flipped the bird at the bird
Hey whats for dinner?

Camila Cabello – Never Be The Same

when the lights are low
Off of one touch I could overdose
He said, "stop playing it safe
Girl, I wanna see you lose control"
[Pre-Chorus]
Just like nicotine, heroin, morphine
Suddenly, I’m a fiend and you’re all I need
All I need
Ooh, yeah, you’re all I need
[Chorus]
It’s you, babe
And I’m a sucker for the way that you move, babe
And I could try to run, but it would be useless
You’re to blame
Just one hit, you will know I’ll never be the same
It’s you, babe
And I’m a sucker for the way that you move, babe
And I could try to run, but it would be useless
You’re to blame
Just one hit, you will know I’ll never ever, ever be the same
I’ll never be the same
I’ll never be the same
I’ll never be the same

[Bridge]
You’re in my blood, you’re in my veins, you’re in my head
You’re in my blood, you’re in my veins, you’re in my head
You’re in my blood, you’re in my veins, you’re in my head
You’re in my blood, you’re in my veins, you’re in my head
[Chorus]
It’s you, babe
And I’m a sucker for the way that you move, babe
And I could try to run, but it would be useless
You’re to blame
Just one hit, you will know I’ll never be the same
It’s you, babe
And I’m a sucker for the way that you move, babe
And I could try to run, but it would be useless
You’re to blame
Just one hit, you will know I’ll never ever, ever be the same
I’ll never be the same
I’ll never be the same
I’ll never be the same [Verse 1]
Something must’ve gone wrong in my brain
Got your chemicals all in my veins
Feeling all the highs, feeling all the pain
Let go of the ways I used to fall in lane
Now I’m seeing red, not thinking straight
Blurring all the lines, you intoxicate me
[Pre-Chorus]
Just like nicotine, heroin, morphine
Suddenly, I’m a fiend and you’re all I need
All I need
Yeah, you’re all I need
[Chorus]
It’s you, babe
And I’m a sucker for the way that you move, babe
And I could try to run, but it would be useless
You’re to blame
Just one hit, you will know I’ll never be the same
It’s you, babe
And I’m a sucker for the way that you move, babe
And I could try to run, but it would be useless
You’re to blame
Just one hit, you will know I’ll never ever, ever be the same
I’ll never be the same
I’ll never be the same
I’ll never be the same

[Verse 2]
Sneaking in L.A.

Francis and the Lights – Cruise Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(And they may say it’s not for children)
Of course it is
(And they may say it’s not for you)
It’s for you
(In a short while we’ll be riding in cars that drive themselves)
[Chorus]
And we’ll all just cruise
(Can we just cruise?)
([?])
And we’ll all just (cruise)
[Verse 2]
We’re climbing over the consoles in our sleep
We’re marveling at how far the seat’s go back
In a short while we’ll be guided by stars that guide themselves
(I’m losing you)
It’ll be so safe and so helpful
[Chorus]
And we’ll all just cruise
(Can we just cruise?)
([?])
And we’ll all just (cruise)
[Outro]
In its, in its own world now

Stefflon Don – Hot Prop Lyrics

Pussy ain’t shit, I want this world, fuck a dick
[?] be putting in peace
[?] my tits
Don’t worry, it’s just a trick
I don’t have no other way
I came to slay
The fake, the beast, let me play
I’m ready, I’m trained
Tell them to [?]
Why would I feel with that pain? Looks deceive, have … thinking I’m Brazilian
Christmas Eve rappers really wan’ take position
A billion, a billion, a billion
Change my mindset, now I’m ahead of the game
Master the law of attraction with no distraction
[?] gon’ be the head of the frame
They don’t want you asking questions
They don’t want you to lead but follow all of the way
Religion ain’t real, division, it kills
It’s fake, I guess we’re sleeping wide awake
[Verse 2]
[?] been praying, look up
But God has been in
We was really born to win
Look what our [?] shame
Parents and church fam
While we raised by gangs
Rebels ain’t nothing but man, man
It’s God, I shall not fit the above
Bitch I’m hot prop, what the fuck? Pussy ain’t shit, I want this world, fuck a dick
Bitch I’m hot prop, what the fuck? [Intro]
The Don
[Verse 1]
Metaphor heaven
No iron, they weak like they’re seven
They crushed and I’m hot, let me press them
Fangs dripping venom
My flow’s be like cars, they want rent them
No budget, I don’t make exceptions
Don’t ask me no questions
Don’t mention my name in your sentence
There’s levels, I don’t see progression
Let’s take that aggression
I bow to any … that’s second
Their [?] longer than my extension
No abduction, [?] guilty by impression
You all became serious felons
Slice, get jealous when Steffy pull up to the presence
For squad who stay witnessing Peckham
Clapton, they’re moving like there’s a recession
While I’m in the [?] like a treacherous weapon
Slap them, and every gal that came with them
They stopped the beat but they’re lying, say [?]
Roger that, go [?] if you please kill them
I’m a soldier in my camp, we ain’t go no civilians
Your opinion doesn’t hinder my right of the minion
Legendary when retired, who gon’ bet a million? What the fuck? Death ain’t the end, I’m just saying
[Hook]
Bitch I’m hot prop, what the fuck? Pussy ain’t shit, I want this world, fuck a dick
Bitch I’m hot prop, what the fuck? Pussy ain’t shit, I want this world, fuck a dick
Bitch I’m hot prop, what the fuck? Pussy ain’t shit, I want this world, fuck a dick
Bitch I’m hot prop, what the fuck?

21 Savage – Flexin’ [Snippet] Lyrics

Penny
I took that bitch to Ruth Chris, I heard a nigga eats at Wendy’s
I’m a real nigga, I can’t wear no gold unless they came from the [?]
[cont.] We gon’ stick you up
Like 2Pac, nigga, hit ’em up
These niggas tough on the Internet
Gettin’ that pussy, I’m killin’ that
I’m not just a rapper, I’m livin’ that
[Verse 2]
Shawty said she want that dick, I told that bitch to wait one minute
These niggas broke, I heard these niggas shoppin’ J.C. [Verse 1]
Jumped out the Porsche, got to it
Choppa on me, bitch I shoot like I’m Cupid
Model bitch, and she gon’ blow me like hookah
All these diamonds, bitch I look like a jeweler
Rollie froze, bitch it came out the cooler
Tech 9, bitch it came with a cooler
I got shooters that’ll shoot at your shooter
Bitch you broke, you eatin’ noodles and oodles
I got a bad bitch, workin’ Hooters
Bitch I get the check, and you know I blew it
21 gang, chain hangin’, blangin’
Jewish lawyers, give a fuck about that rangin’
Seinfeld, niggas frontin’ like Kramer
Put you on the news, you wanna be famous
Zero six, bitch you know that I claimed it
I jumped out the Porsche and broke my ankle
I’m [?] the bud when I cook it up
Your main bitch want me to pick her up
I nut in her face, she gon’ lick it up
Your jewelry shinin’?

6ix9ine – KeKe (Revised) Lyrics

[Intro:6ix9ine]
Scum Gang
[Hook: 6ix9ine]
I’ll be on the block on the regular
With my niggas bustin’ at the cops, on the regular
Bitches suckin’ dick, givin’ top, on the regular
Catch me water whippin’, straight drop, on the regular
Yeah you know, I’ll run off with the shit, on the regular
Bare faced, I’ma hit a lick, on the regular
Posted with the drop, gun cocked, on the regular
[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Yeah I’m 6ix9ine, with the .9, on thei regular
Niggas want war yeah, kickin’ doors yeah
Niggas want the sauce yeah, shake em’ off yeah
I’m still in the hood yeah, bustin’ drugs yeah
Rollin’ through the city yeah, with my niggas yeah
Niggas want their bitch back, I don’t chit chat
Rubber band, click clack, blow your shit back
Baby I ain’t a hot boy, i’ma block boy
Double to your Glock, make him Diddy Bop boy
[Verse 2: Fetty Wap]
Nigga we be bustin up the ops on the regular
Nigga we be duckin’ from the cops on the regular
Bitches suckin’ dick and givin’ top on the regular
Shit that’s on my wrist, it cost a lot, it ain’t regular
Nigga if its comin’ from my spot, it ain’t regular
Stand my rules, it is on a different side, it ain’t regular
You can take the money when you die, it ain’t regular
Niggas with me really ready to die, on the regular
Pull up to his door, yeah get on the floor yeah
Pull up we gon’ shoot, go check out the score yeah
Different color coupes, money on our floor yeah
They know I got jewels, drippin’ drippin’ sauce yeah
Pull up to his door, yeah get on the floor yeah
Pull up we gon’ shoot, go check out the score yeah
Different color coupes, money on our floor yeah
They know I got jewels, drippin’ drippin’ sauce yeah, ay
They know I’ma ball like a boss
Boutta’ take a trip to the stores
Let a nigga trip in the zone
Makin’ money flip for the mob
[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I fuck it up, I fuck it up, mm yeah
Smack a lot, I smack a lot
I hit on the tour bus, Ooh yeah
If I’m a player, you a slut, Ooh yeah
I told my .38, I love you
That’s my baby, when I pull up, she pull up too
See the, Hermès on the bump, Ooh
In the, lotta’ bag, in duffel, yeah
Leave him wetter, let it rain nigga
Put a .30 to your motherfuckin’ brain nigga
I’m runnin round with the same niggas
Same niggas that will take a nigga chain nigga

H.E.R. – My Song Lyrics

[Intro]
Uhhh, yeah
Mmm, mm, mm
[Verse 1]
I wanna run away with you
Just take me to places I’ve never known
When no one else seems to be getting through
Only you can tell wants going on
[Pre-Chorus]
When I hear you name
Put a smile up on my face
It don’t matter the time or the place
You make it all better now
I can love you forever now
When I hear the sound
When I’m feeling down
Ain’t nobody else gotta be around
For you to make it better now
Let me get myself together now
[Chorus]
Let me sing my song
Don’t wanna be alone
I know that when I listen
I find what I’ve been missing
Right here in my heart
Let me sing my song
I know this is my home
All that I’ve been wishing
I found what I’ve been missing
Right here from the start
So let me sing my song
[Verse 2]
Everything that you’ve told me
I thank you every day for
All the things you wanted me to be
Is every thing I’ve prayed for
When the weight of the world is on my shoulders
You would take the away the pain
Through the storm the sun still shines
With you by my side I’m not afraid
[Pre-Chorus]
When I hear you name
Put a smile up on my face
It don’t matter the time or the place
You make it all better now
I can love you forever now
When I hear the sound
When I’m feeling down
Ain’t nobody else gotta be around
For you to make it better now
Let me get myself together now
[Chorus]
Let me sing my song
Don’t wanna be alone
I know that when I listen
I find what I’ve been missing
Right here in my heart
Let me sing my song
I know this is my home
All that I’ve been wishing
Found what I’ve been missing
You were right here from the start
So let me sing my song
[Verse 3]
All my doubts and fears
All my cries and tears
They all just disapear
When ever you, were near
You are still right here
You are still, oh right here
Right here
Right here
Right here
Still right here
Right here
Right here, right here, right here
Right here, right here
Right here, here
Right here, here, here, here
Right here
Right here

Clipse – Zen Lyrics

(It’s all real) Don’t touch that thing (Fake!)
Niggas faces get flattened and clapped-in
Squad want action, Re-run, What’s Happening? The awkward lean and them cars that’s topless
I got them things, I cut and chop it
I sell that ostrich, I’m so obnoxious, getting money say
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Hands got the bubble touch, bike with the double clutch
Two diamond jump ropes, my neck do the double dutch
Give a fuck about such and such
On behalf of the Re-Up Gang, I’m saying enough’s enough
Turn it, turn it, fire, burn it
Gram weight straight like a nigga just permed it
Pyrex and water, playa, how I earns it
Lame rap niggas I’m so not concerned with
On another level, my third bezel, my fourth gas pedal
55 on the back, I’m a daredevil
The course is paved, the watch is pavé
You niggas gotta love me, I’m something the lord made
[Verse 2: Sandman]
I got-gots to do it, do it
VVS, my jewelry don’t need no jury
To find me guilty, I stay gaudy
Pockets bulky, how can y’all fault me? You’re small, welly, nigga fuck that beam, Us that team
Touch that cream, digital scale, what’s that scheme? [Hook: Pusha T]
Is it them blings that make em watch us? Every episode, the Tec exposed, Gotti body
Tsunami mamis, it’s gotta be why they watching
[Hook]
[Bridge]
Zen zen zen zen zen zen, zen zen zen
Zen zen zen zen zen zen (Getting money say)
Zen z-zen, zen zen, zen zen
Zen zen, zen zen zen z-z-zen
[Verse 3: Ab-Liva]
Now how that forearm glow on ’em, feeling so grown on ’em
I pitch work sorta like Nomo on ’em
Snow on ’em, cover my tracks, low on ’em
So on ’em, streets I, push blow on ’em
The car drop with the soft top like whoas on ’em
Rolls on ’em, go on ’em, I’m striking a pose on ’em
No opponent can come close, match tone on it
Flow on it, honed on it, I’m feeling that home owned it
It’s Liva, the rider, the man, they hang clothes on ’em
With the belt, the matching shoes, the G soles on ’em
I’m classic, the plastic got Os on ’em
I rolls on ’em, the self-murder doors close on ’em
[Verse 4: Malice]
Yeah, good gosh a-mighty
All we do is cook raw, push cars like Whitey
Like a moth to a flame it’s so inviting
To opposite sexes, the stones, so precious
Still in the Resi G4 Valieire
No diamond in that bezzi, I get grown-er every year
Pay me for that feature, that don’t make it family
All is see is blackface and you singing “Mammy”
I’m from the old school when the Gat was a jammy
Twin four-fifths, the resemblance is uncanny
I bust both in sync, y’all niggas hear me
Now that’s what I call the Big Bang Theory
[Hook + Bridge] Ghost-ride it driver, what that mean?

Francis and the Lights – Tear It Up Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’ve been in a building sitting in a chair for an hour now
I’m out of it
Think I’ll get a drink
[?] play a beat I like
And dance uncontrollably
[Chorus]
I’m tearing it up
Let me see what I’m doing
Not caring at all
I’m out of it
I’m tearing it up
Let me see what I [?]
Not caring at all
I’m in control
[Verse 2]
Do you want my drink? I’m gonna find some space
I don’t care if we fall back on the rule
I just wanna see what I’m working with
[Chorus]
I’m tearing it up
Let me see what I’m doing
Not caring at all
I’m out of it
I’m tearing it up
Let me see what I[?]
Not caring at all
I’m in control
[Outro]
I’m tearing it up
Let me see what I’m doing
Not caring at all
I’m out of it
I’m tearing it up
Let me see what [?]
Not caring at all
I’m in control

Francis and the Lights – Just for Us Lyrics

[Intro]
My, my, my
[Verse 1]
Someone wanna take you home
Don’t let ’em
Even when you’re on your own
Everyone’s watching
They don’t run your life
They don’t understand what’s good for you
I know you’re not scared
That everyone’s watching
[Chorus]
It was just for us
It was just for us
[Verse 2]
Someone wanna run their mouth
Just let ’em
Even though I’m not alone
You’re still next to me
They don’t run your life
They don’t understand what’s good for me
I don’t feel that bad
If anyone’s asking
[Chorus]
It was just for us
It was just for us
[Verse 3]
When I see you out
And you catch my eye
I wanna look away
But I don’t wanna lie
Even though I couldn’t explain even if I tried
It was just, it was
[Chorus]
It was just for us
It was just for us

Vybz Kartel – Yabba Dabba Doo Lyrics

Souls make your hood dead, no lovey-dovey
Me a fuck pretty gyal ’til the face double ugly
Andale! Hey gyal, your bleach just nah reach
You shoulda deh a flour, but you stuck a cornmeal
Which idiot buy bleach pill give you? Make your mother say, “Look wha’ him do your pum pum!”
[Hook]
Anything you do a gyal a follow-follow you
She inna Jimmy Lie, that a couldn’t Jimmy Choo
When you see a gyal and her crew say, “Who let the Flintstones out?”
Like, Yabba Dabba Doo! [Verse 1]
Check Mr. How much you have, wha’ thousand dollar ago pay fah? [Verse 3]
Third verse now, gyal, you’re clean like a cheddar
Don’t too walk out inna sunny weather
Tell your little friend go get herself together
Face white, body black, rasclaat! [Verse 1]
Check Mr. Addi up inna the belly
Addi Di Daddy inna your goal like Pele
Turn it backway, rev it out, *vroom vroom*! Chin down a Town, get mi rubbings
Gyal a say, “Addi, you white out, and me love it!”
Link the thugs dem anuh town side a public
“Benz don’t?” Me disguised inna Sunny
Worl’ Boss, white face, black buddy
“Wha’ you use?” Bio Claire with the Omic
If your elbow take long fi reach, rub a little curry pon the Fair & White, spend your bloodclaat money! Pill a fi Matrix! Chin down a Town, get mi rubbings
Gyal a say, “Addi, you white out, and me love it!”
Link the thugs dem anuh town side a public
“Benz don’t?” Me disguised inna Sunny
Worl’ Boss, white face, black buddy
“Wha’ you use?” Bio Claire with the Omic
If your elbow take long fi reach, rub a little curry pon the Fair & White, spend your bloodclaat money! Weh the young gyal dem deh, weh bleaching fit you? Andale! My youth, no matter how you drink roots…
Mouth water no breed gyal, a cocky juice! [Intro]
Hold on…
Hey gyal, a so the bleach make face look old?…
And you a just 35 years old? [Hook]
Everything you do a gyal a follow-follow you
She inna Jimmy Lie, that a couldn’t Jimmy Choo
When you see a gyal and her crew say, “Who let the Flintstones out?”
Yabba Dabba Doo! Make your mother say, “Look wha’ him do your pum pum!”… My youth, no matter how you drink roots…
Mouth water no breed gyal, a cocky juice! Make your bumpa roll
[Hook]
Everything you do a gyal a follow-follow you
She inna Jimmy Lie, that a couldn’t Jimmy Choo
When you see a gyal and her crew say, “Who let the Flintstones out?”
Yabba Dabba Doo! It’s a zebra? Addi up inna the belly
Addi Di Daddy inna your goal like Pele
Turn it backway, rev it out, *vroom vroom*! Souls make your hood dead, no lovey-dovey
Me a fuck pretty gyal ’til the face double ugly
Andale! Andale! Alright, me have the remedy fi you
Go over the whole sale, buy a dozen sand paper
Worl’ Boss, white face, black buddy
“Wha’ you use?” Bio Claire with the Omic
If your elbow take long fi reach, rub a little curry pon the Fair & White, spend your bloodclaat money! [Verse 2]
Go a St. Bleach and salt water no go together
Don’t take no boost, don’t take no peer pressure
Me no sorry fi you if you nae did a listen
Now your skin look like salt fish pon stretcher
My girl, you might get stretch mark if you rub the gel pon your body too hard
Watch how you paste pon your legs and your arms
If you rub your batty hole and your pussy, wear draws
[Hook]
Everything you do a gyal a follow-follow you
She inna Jimmy Lie, that a couldn’t Jimmy Choo
When you see a gyal and her crew say, “Who let the Flintstones out?”
Yabba Dabba Doo! Babes, you a Neo? Watch a gyal, a white skin you a pray fah? Ann, check a gyal down a Priory
Walk with a ratchet, hear say she waan tie me
Go pon the beach and turn it backway, hear her, “Mi hole a burn down!”, mi say, “Irie”
Worl’ Boss, white face, black buddy
“Wha’ you use?” Bio Claire with the Omic
If your elbow take long fi come, tip a little curry ’til the meat get clear, spend your bloodclaat money!

Lil Wayne – Family Feud Lyrics

Popeyes
These chickens got bird flu
And they chirp, chirp too
Always sung, never flew
These boys hide girls too
If money grow on trees, I climb and rest in that bitch
Build a treehouse and knocked the bird nest out that bitch
Stuck my neck out and shit
Then got the heck out that shit
And when I did, I took the special effect out of that shit
Tunechi F ’round this bitch
The best thing left ’round this bitch
All you niggas some bitches, I feel like Hef ’round this bitch
You call her Stephanie
I call her Steph ’round this bitch
Now back to whipping the baby
On some step mama shit
I come direct with my shit
I come correct with my shit
A blank check on your face
Put some respect on my shit
Branches starting to shake
Here comes the leaves, get the rake
I want my piece of the cake
And she’ll be sweeter than cake
Here come the leaves, get the rake
And we ain’t leaving the rake
We made the cleaners escape
Although I bleeped in your face
You playing with the right one today
Your flag is a white one today
You wearing them tight ones today
Check me a right one today
You playing with fire today
The Angel and Lion are greats
On my god, lightning striking twice in this place
Should we make a wish or should we make it right in this place? All these mother fucking beef, I need some rice on this plate
Talked to your wifey today, she feeling triflin’ she say
Talked to the sniper, he say
He aiming at diapers today
Pick you off like picking peppers, Peter Piper today
So tell your squad I say “BLAOW” like Spice1 would say
It’s Mortal Kombat tonight, it’s Street Fighter today
I’m Major Bison, Drizzy lit like Raiden light up the place
You see blue face hundreds ’til you white in the face
Oh my god, it feel like I done life in this place
But swear to god, I got money doing life in my safe
Put on the gloves like MJ, go from OG to OJ
I make you pay attention then rip your receipt in your face
This for Cita and Nae
This for my people and BAE
I got three sons of a gun
Them niggas keep me on safe
Hold up
I am the black god to the church
I am the fat boy to dessert
I am the landlord to the first
Got two bangers, one of them go “boutta boom”
One of them go “boutta bing”
I taught these hoes how to love
I taught these boys how to lean
I’m hiding the sky in her twinkle
The eyes don’t lie until you blink them
Keep the iron for the wrinkles
The mansion came with the sprinklers
I want Arabian wealth
You snakes come make me a belt
Yeah, you know life is a movie, you niggas playing yourself
Damn, that’s some six shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I want Arabian wealth
You snakes come make me a belt
It’s every man for themselves
It’s every baby for sale
And you know life is a movie, you niggas rating yourself
I just hope it’s a porn to watch you pussies play with yourselves
That’s some six shit [Intro: Drake]
Yeah
Dedication 6, of course
Shoutout Guru for sending me the beat, too
Young Angel, Young Lion
More Life, no dying
Yeah
Alright I got it
Yeah
[Verse 1: Drake]
Super Bowl goals
I’m at the crib with Puff, he got Kaepernick on the phone
He in a whole different mode
Angel hair at 2AM for Bey and Hov
Just to show them how I treat the city like my humble abode
Ayy, tell me if TD bank is approving loans
I’m thinking about paying Wayne what Universal owes
My nigga spend a lifetime going platinum and gold
He should own half of the label, shit outta control
Somebody get Larry Jackson on the phone
I need some ownership if we pressing go
‘Cause business is booming on behalf of me
I need a bite outta the Apple like Adam and Eve
We gon’ have to break the billi’ curse
I need my paper long like “A Milli” verse
Or, too long like a sentence from a Philly judge
Fuck is the point in all the beefing when we really blood
Nobody wins when the family feuds, nigga
Everybody gotta eat, we can’t exclude niggas
I make the crib, expanding pools, and expanding rooms
Adding Hammam Spas with tanning booths, nigga
That’s truth, no boost, nigga
But this isn’t all about calling truce
I’m still dishing out verbal abuse
That shit could get re-introduced if somebody got something they urging to prove, nigga
Inspiring to the youth
New Years Eve, looking like a royal flush
Wait, we all in the same suit
I’m hall of fame in the booth, nigga
My Karma making the news, nigga
This pudding taste like the proof, nigga
If I ever see Trump he better salute niggas
Much as we do nigga
For real
[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Six shit
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I could care less about your squad
I don’t connect when I’m flying
I’m on a jet and it’s mine
I just hope the weather is fine
I took the jet to Dubai
I took the jet to Milan
I took the jet way to Africa
Shoutout my nigga Akon
Your bitch sweating my squad
Please get the sweat out her eye
I put the dick in her spine
I fucked the bitch in her prime
Don’t get my credit declined
Give all the credit to moms
I flipped the bird at the bird
Hey whats for dinner?