Alanis Morissette – You Oughta Know (Video Version)

I’m sure she’d make a really excellent mother
[Pre-Chorus: Alanis Morissette]
Cause the love that you gave that we made
Wasn’t able to make it enough for you
To be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me
You’d hold me until you died
‘Til you died, but you’re still alive
[Chorus: Alanis Morissette]
And I’m here, to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It’s not fair, to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know
[Verse 2: Alanis Morissette]
You seem very well, things look peaceful
I’m not quite as well, I thought you should know
Did you forget about me, Mr. Duplicity? [Verse 1: Alanis Morissette]
I want you to know, that I am happy for you
I wish nothing but the best for you both
An older version of me
Is she perverted like me? [Pre-Chorus: Alanis Morissette]
Cause the love that you gave that we made
Wasn’t able to make it enough for you
To be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me
You’d hold me until you died
‘Til you died, but you’re still alive
[Chorus: Alanis Morissette]
And I’m here, to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It’s not fair, to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know
[Verse 3: Alanis Morissette]
Cause the joke that you laid in the bed
That was me and I’m not gonna fade
As soon as you close your eyes, and you know it
And every time I scratch my nails
Down someone else’s back I hope you feel it
Well, can you feel it? Does she speak eloquently
And would she have your baby? I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner
But it was a slap in the face
How quickly I was replaced
And are you thinking of me when you fuck her? [Chorus: Alanis Morissette]
And I’m here, to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It’s not fair, to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know
Why I’m here, to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It’s not fair, to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know Would she go down on you in a theater?

ASAP Rocky – Bad Company (feat. Blocboy JB)

Who want smoke? [Intro: A$AP Rocky]
People think you’re stuck up, but we’re all super good friends
It’s only natural, I suppose, but we’re all super good friends
Um, I get the feeling that you’re admired, but, um
I’m above average
[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
I got so much beef, I could barely sleep
Paranoia got me losin’ all my Z’s, all day
Good lord, momma prayin’ on her knees, all day
If you still frontin’ when I up it, I’mma squeeze
[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Bad company’s bad for your company
Bad company’s bad for your company
Mac and the ski mask in case you come for me
Got the Mac and the ski mask in case you come for me
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & BlocBoy JB]
When I say I got beef, they don’t want no beef
When they say they got beef, they don’t wanna eat
If he said he wants smoke, they don’t want no steam
She put her feet on her teeth, bad bad bad bad bad
Had a bachelors degree, PhD while sellin’ speed
Fix the face then fix the weave, now workin’ on her self-esteem
Hit up Bloc, yo’ this Flock
Nigga, where you at? You too close, give me room
Funny folks, play it close, do the most, don’t they? Bad company, that’s bad for your company
Bad company, that’s bad for your company
Mad cow disease, now you in a ton of beef
Black Mac tucked underneath my new blue dungarees
Flintstone bustdown, color Murakami
Fruity pebble bezel, Wilma, Betty, Fred, and Barney
Bad bitch from outta town, I think she model Abercrombie
Wrist game Lucky Charmy, told my jeweler Leprechaun me
I’mma come clean, I got hella beef
Paranoia got me rollin’ up my sleeves, okay
Niggas hatin’ cause I’m uppin’ up the fees
Whole team got V’s on they tees, all day
[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
I got so much beef, I could barely sleep
Paranoia got me losin’ all my Z’s, all day
Good lord, momma prayin’ on her knees, all day
If you still frontin’ when I up it, I’mma squeeze
[Outro: A$AP Rocky]
I’m above average Pin the drop, uh
My new map location be the block on the app
I need money and company, nah nah
Bad bitches, I don’t even know the company, hahahaha
[Verse 2: BlocBoy JB]
You—you—you can’t hang baby, we don’t want you ’round here
I—ice on my neck and it’s froze, Santa’s reindeer
Y—you got bad bitches, hella hoes, i—i—it’s the same here
You bad company, lil’ bro, you can’t hang here
G—g—g—gettin’ money so the bottles keep on comin’
Ph—ph—pho—pho—phone ringin’ so you know the trap jumpin’
Tha—tha—that nigga lookin’ at me, he owe me some money
Hit ’em with the Tommy, now that nigga crumpin’
Why—why these niggas playin’ games? They don’t want no problems with me
My shooters got good aim, you know I brought them shottas with me
Might have hit a bad stain, they say that someone top was missin’
Them niggas were opposition
They move wrong, so I shot them bitches
[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Dark shades, too much smoke, I could barely see the fumes
Actin’ brand new like I don’t see you when I do
Who them folks?

Eric Bellinger – Yikes (Tory Lanez Diss)

[Intro]
This is the E-mix, this is the E-mix, yeah
And this gon’ be your favorite song
[Verse 1]
Memories don’t die but I can’t say the same for you
I been on a positive vibe but this I had to do
I’m down for gettin’ dirty, boy, I came from the trenches
Too pussy to say my name but I heard the description
The shoe fit so I put a outfit on that match it perfect
This shit was a Eazy Call, ain’t no need for hearses
Give ’em what they demand
Bury you where you stand
What kinda nigga is proud to copy another man? First time you stole my shit, I nevermind it, wasn’t stressin
Second time you did it, okay now this needs addressing
Like any artist with my craft, I work hard
I thought you would understand but you was focused on the car
(Are you stupid?)
I don’t know a person that could make it through the challenges
I see on a daily nigga, you don’t know how bad it is
We live in a day and age where they don’t know what talent is
Yo’ only talent is mimicking anyone that’s talented
Released a couple singles to your fans, you was red hot
Surely had a change of heart the day after your album dropped
Stole a vibe from Trey Songz, took a flow from K-Dot
Kinda sound like Fetty Wap
Dammit, Tory, when will it stop? (To be honest with you, I take from a lot of musicians)
[Chorus]
And that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane
[Verse 2]
Fast forward second album, you still on that same shit
Every other rap verse suckin’ on that Drake dick
It’s all bad for you, I’m sympathetic
You even stole the song you dissed me on, that shit pathetic
(I don’t give a fuck, stole from all you niggas)
You don’t put no fear in me, nigga
Next time you in the city of angels keep that same energy, nigga
Don’t back paddle from the smoke ’cause I’ll bring it that’s true shit
It’s war time, best believe we ain’t on no truce shit
Before yo’ next move, think twice
‘Cause that bum ass album you got could be yo’ life
That’s on Christ, it’s plenty ways it could go
I put a couple grand on your head
Have some of your old friends become new foes
For me the goons pull up packin’ pieces and kill things
Drop you like a bad connection, you know it’s the real thing
With stains on your shirt, screamin’ out "It hurt"
First you hear that yak yak then after that skrt skrt
As I recall, I been that nigga
When it come to disrespect, I don’t accept that, nigga
Your temperature, I’ma check that, nigga
You Wesley Johnson
This that hesitation before that Harden step back, nigga
It’s Eazy
[Chorus]
And that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane
Said that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane
[Verse 3]
Hol’ up, hol’ up
Got some more, got some more shit to say
I could take the credit for a lot of niggas’ style
But I got my pub so I’m good for a while
You gon’ have to do more than just say it
If it weren’t for Interscope, yo’ records wouldn’t be playin
You split up your checks like 150 ways
While I’m just signed to myself like JAY-Z
Hella plaques on the wall
Grammy talk, Grammy talk
April 6th, April 6th
Eazy Call, Eazy Call on the way, on the way
Yikes
[Outro]
You should prolly just chill, bro
Just chill, take a L
You gettin’ bodied by a singin’ nigga

Rejjie Snow – Egyptian Luvr (feat. Aminé, Dana Williams & Kaytranada)

And my life’s on charge
Two shows, pay rent, get a girl, get a job
Belly of the beast, when I walk in the streets
All I see is fake love, insecurities
Two months, seven days, oh, when you first came
Walked in, Off-White, all pink, okay
[Chorus: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past New phone, who’s this? [Intro: Rejjie Snow]
Love
Love
[Refrain: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
Just let go of sorrow
Like there’s no tomorrow
‘Cause tonight might be your last
So stay up till sunrise
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Leave it in the past
[Chorus: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past
[Verse 1: Rejjie Snow]
Breakdance and boogie, my love
This is 1971
I crave that brain and that flesh
Cups of tea and gums that bleed red
Say you wrap the plastic in white
Say you single all of my life
Blackest skin, disfigure my crimes
Credit cards and losing my mind
Piece-by-piece, they stitched me
Ain’t no love, I’m still banging that Whitney
I can’t cry for those who ain’t with me
I can’t pray so Lord, please forgive me, so
Pink like pussy, extra pushy
Hands up off me, she’s so lovely
Fame and fortune, all those habits
Pink and white, them panties matching
[Bridge: Dana Williams, Aminé & Rejjie Snow]
I want you to stay forever
I want you to stay forever
I want you to stay forever
I want you to stay forever
[Chorus: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past
[Verse 2: Aminé]
Ring, ring, I’m tryna get my old thing back
But baby always wanna bring up shit from the past
Whoa-oh, our options are limitless
Putting in effort for the effort, it’s too effortless
Woo, fuck checks, see the necklace
Gold hit her lips every time that I’m hitting it
Huh, I told her "Baby, I’m sorry
But if you think we got problems then baby, watch Maury"
Yeah, that’s why you gotta smell the roses
We parted ways like she cheated with Moses
That’s fucked up but a lot of things are
In Hollywood but I never see stars
Do anything for ya, that’s love
Go anywhere for ya, that’s love
Might even kill for ya, that’s love
And if you’re still tripping, that’s drugs
[Refrain: Dana Williams, Rejjie Snow & Aminé]
Just let go of sorrow
Like there’s no tomorrow
‘Cause tonight might be your last
So stay up till sunrise
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Leave it in the past
[Chorus: Dana Williams & Rejjie Snow]
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past
The past, the past, the past, the past
Leave it in the past
[Verse 3: Rejjie Snow]
Extra white, she’s so extra white
My appetite, I lost appetite
It’s paradise, we in paradise
So extra bright, it’s so extra bright, so
I break the beat and I scratch it
She be like handsome, she be like dancing
Straight to my mattress, I was on smashing
I was on abra, she was cadabring
No free smoke when your bae is gone
Why love when it’s free and it does no harm?

Rae Sremmurd – Powerglide (At SXSW) (Live)

Toasted up, nah, I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t wanna roll it
I was slidin’ in the Lamb’ with the powerglide
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside
She wanna fuck, speak up, comin’ out her clothes (clothes)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the pole
And I don’t care if she take all of mine
Like it ain’t shit but a dollar sign
[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Hold up, I’ma go and spend those hundreds though (hol’ up)
I don’t care if she had a man, so? (Man)
Pedicure gang, get your fingernails did
With no shame, flips that ass like heads or tails (tails)
And she finer than a motherlover (lover)
Can I hit that ass like a bullseye? (Do this, yeah)
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, nah, I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t wanna roll it
I was slidin’ in the Lamb’ with the powerglide
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside
She wanna fuck, speak up, comin’ out her clothes (clothes)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the pole
And I don’t care if she take all of mine
Like it ain’t shit but a dollar sign (Hit)
She gon’ suck like a bloodsucker (woo)
My feet higher than a motherfucker
Oh, I hear you like fast cash (fast cash)
Baby, you know I got the hots for you (I’ve got the hots)
I’ve been workin’, so I cash in
She said, "I only wanna dance for you" (dance)
We have no mercy for you, no (no)
Me and my niggas closer than in-laws (than in-laws)
Fuck an interview, she know the answer (answer)
Prototype cars, not a Jaguar (skrrt)
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, nah, I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t wanna roll it
I was slidin’ in the Lamb’ with the powerglide
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside
She wanna fuck, speak up, comin’ out her clothes (clothes)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the pole
And I don’t care if she take all of mine
Like it ain’t shit but a dollar sign
[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Diamonds unthawed, comin’ in froze (froze)
Got too many girls to let one of them go (oh)
When I make a purchase, I can’t wait to show-ow-boat (oh)
If she bad, I put a pinky ring on, snow globe
I’ma have that pussy on lock like po-po (yeah)
She was goin’ up and down like yo-yo (down)
You can say I’m greedy ’cause I always want more (more)
I don’t fuck with holmes ’cause they with some slow-pokes (lame)
Ooh, money on monsoon, baby girl, full moon (ayy)
Give these niggas with some money some room
She don’t stop, batteries not included
Oh, big ballin’ like Mutombo
Much cooler than the cool kids, woah
Can you believe every night we do this? Toasted up, nah, I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t wanna roll it
I was slidin’ in the Lamb’ with the powerglide
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside
She wanna fuck, speak up, comin’ out her clothes (clothes)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the pole
And I don’t care if she take all of mine
Like it ain’t shit but a dollar sign
[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
Duck sauce on my feet, ho
Pass around the pre-rolls
Rollie on my chain, Flava Flav with the steez, ho
Kush residue on my jeans, I blow hella dope
And them classic Reeboks, whiter than snow
And a nigga be dressin’, walkin’ ’round, Gucci steppin’
Unintentional flexin’, tryna send out a message
Money walk with the extra, shake that ass wit’ ya bestie
Seein’ stars in the rental, got your broad in the rental
20K in AOD and it’s just me and my kinfolk
Tryna send a girl to college, I ain’t coppin’ no free show
Say her birthday late July, yeah, that means she a Leo
Might just leave with me tonight, but that don’t mean she a freak ho
Fuck with dancers and models, shout out them girls who get dollars
Shawty came from the bottom, yeah, shout out Keisha Bottoms
Couple cases of Rosé, came out to me with the sparkles
I pour up for all the girls, but I’ma drink out the bottles
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What’s in ya’ mug? [Intro: Swae Lee & Juicy J]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mike WiLL Made-It
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mally Mall
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Ear Drummers
Yeah, ho
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, nah, I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t wanna roll it
I was slidin’ in the Lamb’ with the powerglide
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside
She wanna fuck, speak up, comin’ out her clothes (clothes)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the pole
And I don’t care if she take all of mine
Like it ain’t shit but a dollar sign
[Verse 4: Juicy J]
She got that million dollar pussy, but I get it for the free
She like to do a lot of snow, I told that bitch to come and ski
Shawty bad, she can get it, she can swallow, she can spit it
Bring her friend, if she with it, on the pole, y’all can split it
In the bed or the Lamb’ (or the Lamb’)
Got your bitch suckin’ dick on the ‘Gram (on the ‘Gram)
V12 helped me get up out the jam, trunk full of slam
R.I.P. Lil Peep, I gotta slow down on them Xans (hey)
Just had a ménage (hey), back seat of my Benz (hey)
Put that shit on camera (hey), she squirted on the lens (hey)
Then she told me put it on her chinny chin-chin (hey)
Pocket full of nothin’ but them Benjy Franklins
In the game, posted up (up), puttin’ numbers up (up)
Bitch, run me that check first, I don’t wanna fuck (yeah)
They say it’s cuffin’ season, baby, you ain’t good enough (nope)
She want a real nigga, dawg, you ain’t hood enough
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What’s in ya’ mug?

Maxo Kream – Go (feat. D. Flowers)

[Verse 1: Maxo Kream]
My young niggas tote extentions, still need they mama permission
Bad as hell, on suspension, but thuggin’ in the trenches
They hoppin’ in my clicque, inheritin’ my beef
Heard about when I was thuggin’, Maxo see inside the streets
Lil nigga 13, got the older niggas plottin’ on ’em
Wrinkled ass tee, even though he got the iron on ’em
Hoppin’ out of stolos, uppin’ sticks like pogos
Tre pound and .44s, Algebra, he don’t know though
Rob, rob, kick door, pray to god that this lick go
Serve raw indo, 20 deep at the Citgo
My shooters so young, they was born in the millennium
Get the job done, gotta problem, then they killin’ em
[Chorus: Maxo Kream]
Got young niggas, young dumb niggas
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got Crip niggas (cuh-rip), got Blood niggas (suuwuu)
Some real killers, some drug dealers
Got crash dummies, they blast with me
They’ll stash for me, they’ll crash for me
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got young niggas, young dumb niggas
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got Crip niggas (cuh-rip), got Blood niggas (suuwuu)
Some real killers, some drug dealers
Got crash dummies, they blast with me
They’ll stash for me, they’ll crash for me
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
[Verse 2: D Flowers]
We the young niggas in the trenches that big brother just mentioned
Don’t even post a picture with no money, we comin’ to get it
I hit a lick on a sucka, you should’ve known something was fishy
I fucked that bitch and I blocked her ’cause she always up in my business
I took out that molar like a dentist, now I got her up in her feelings
On some "Bad Boys" Will Smith shit, I’m on a mission
Fuck the police when they hit the block, we gon’ run for them bitches
I should’ve been in Olympics, the way I be jumpin’ them fences
Fuck a detention, I rather fuck with suspension
Niggas been tellin’ since elementary, I ain’t fuck with no snitches
Hide and go get it I was hunching for bitches
Stealin’ from teachers, shootin’ dice behind the bleachers
When it come to the beef and the choppa make a nigga Turner like Timmy
[Chorus: Maxo Kream]
Got young niggas, young dumb niggas
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got Crip niggas (cuh-rip), got Blood niggas (suuwuu)
Some real killers, some drug dealers
Got crash dummies, they blast with me
They’ll stash for me, they’ll crash for me
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got young niggas, young dumb niggas
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got Crip niggas (cuh-rip), got Blood niggas (suuwuu)
Some real killers, some drug dealers
Got crash dummies, they blast with me
They’ll stash for me, they’ll crash for me
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga

Marshmello & Anne-Marie – Friends (R3HAB Remix)

F-R-I-E-N-D-S
Haven’t I made it obvious? (Haven’t I made it?)
Haven’t I made it clear? You looking insane
Here we go again
[Pre-Chorus: Anne-Marie]
So don’t go look at me with that look in your eye
You really ain’t going away without a fight
You can’t be reasoned with, I’m done being polite
I’ve told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times
[Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Haven’t I made it obvious? [Intro: Anne-Marie]
Ooooh-oh, ooooh-woh
Ooooh-oh, ooooh-woh
[Verse 1: Anne-Marie]
You say you love me, I say you crazy
We’re nothing more than friends
You’re not my lover, more like a brother
I known you since we were like ten, yeah
[Refrain: Anne-Marie]
Don’t mess it up, talking that shit
Only gonna push me away, that’s it! F-R-I-E-N-D-S
Haven’t I made it obvious? F-R-I-E-N-D-S
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
[Drop]
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
[Verse 2: Anne-Marie]
Have you got no shame? When you say you love me, that make me crazy
Here we go again
[Pre-Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Don’t go look at me with that look in your eye
You really ain’t going away without a fight
You can’t be reasoned with, I’m done being polite
I’ve told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times
[Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Haven’t I made it obvious? Want me to spell it out for you? Want me to spell it out for you? Want me to spell it out for you? (Haven’t I made it clear?)
Want me to spell it out for you? Haven’t I made it clear? [Refrain: Anne-Marie]
Don’t mess it up, talking that shit
Only gonna push me away, that’s it! Haven’t I made it clear? You looking insane
Turning up at my door
It’s two in the morning, the rain is pouring
Haven’t we been here before? Have you got no shame? Haven’t I made it clear? F-R-I-E-N-D-S
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
[Drop]
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
F-R-I-E-N-D-S

James Bay – Pink Lemonade

Do you wanna talk it through?"
Swear I ain’t got anything on my mind
I don’t wanna talk to you
[Verse 2]
Don’t fall into my arms
I’ll only disappoint you, I’ll let you down
Don’t go soundin’ the alarms
When all I do is want you
[Chorus]
So don’t ask me
"Do you wanna talk? Do you wanna talk it through?"
Swear I ain’t got anything on my mind
I don’t wanna talk to you
Don’t ask me
"Do you wanna talk? Do you wanna talk it through?"
Swear I ain’t got anything on my mind
I don’t wanna talk to you
Don’t ask me
"Do you wanna talk? Do you wanna talk it through?"
Swear I ain’t got anything on my mind
I don’t wanna talk to you
[Bridge]
Let me wake up heavy head
Lying in my bed with you naked
Go put that song on, that you love
On repeat, until we can’t take it
I wanna drink pink lemonade
Watching movie trailers ’til it’s late
And let’s remember all the words
That we think are gonna make our hearts break
[Chorus]
Don’t ask me
"Do you wanna talk? Do you wanna talk it through?"
Swear I ain’t got anything on my mind
I don’t wanna talk to you
[Outro]
On my mind
Thinking of you
I’m just thinking of you
Thinking of you
Thinking of you
Thinking of you
Thinking of you
I’m just thinking of you
Thinking of you
I’m protected, I’m protected
I’m protected, to what I don’t wanna have to say
I’m protected, I’m protected
I’m protected, ’cause I don’t wanna walk away
You
Thinking of you
I’m just thinking of you
Thinking of you [Verse 1]
Don’t fall into my arms
Don’t ask me to repeat it
Don’t suffocate my heart
I don’t know what I’m feeling
[Chorus]
"Do you wanna talk? Do you wanna talk it through?"
Swear I ain’t got anything on my mind
I don’t wanna talk to you
Don’t ask me
"Do you wanna talk?

DJ Esco – Code Of Honor (feat. Future & Schoolboy Q)

Who ready to set some standards? [Skit: DJ ESCO]
Another day in my life, huh
I’m proud of myself, this the longest I’ve ever kept a job
I don’t care if it is workin’ at the gas station
‘Cause in two months, I get my first raise
This owner, Ali, always tryin’ me though
Oh my God! Who ready to snatch up a Phantom? I’m gone
Man I swear I need my own show
My life is like a movie
[Intro: Future & DJ ESCO]
Super
This for the gang, oh
Is that your Rollie, man, is that your Rollie? (Set some standards)
You lil’ niggas nothin’ but some cowards
Lil’ niggas nothin’ but some feathers (nope, nothin’ but some feathers)
I see stars in ceilings, I see scars on villains (scars on villains)
I ain’t got no feelings, I ain’t got no feelings (got no feelings, swear)
Tell me you been in that bag, tell me you been in that Jag (been in that Jag)
Tell me you been on the pineapple Fanta, stackin’ your cash (stackin’ your cash)
Golden plate medallions, golden plate medallions (plate medallions)
I relocate where the stash at, hope you can imagine (check me out)
I can walk on water, fly away (‘way, woo)
I can go to places it ain’t safe (safe, let’s go)
I see stars in ceilings, I see scars on villains (scars on villains)
I see youngin’ loaded, dodgin’ penitentiary (penitentiary, woo)
I stay representin’, highly recommended (recommended)
When I hit you with the truth, don’t you get offended (get offended)
Don’t you slow me down, I’m on a roll (I’m on a roll)
Don’t you fuck around and sell your soul (Super, Super)
[Chorus: Future]
Spark up your dodie, then you check your Rollie (check me out)
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
I wanna sack the baddest
I wanna know you the baddest (baddest)
I wanna know if you’re tatted (tatted)
I wanna know if you’re ridin’ (ridin’)
Creep on the low like assassins (‘sassins)
Take trips you’d never’d imagined (‘magined)
In a whip you’d never’d imagined (check me out)
Who said we’d never be gunnas? (Snatch up a Phantom)
[Verse 1: Future]
Who really ready to do it? [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
Uh, yo
Tell me who do it like Groovy, nigga, my life is a movie (movie, yeah)
Wifin’ that bitch, you a foolie, nigga, that ho got the cooties (cooties, yeah)
Make a deposit (make a deposit), jump in the rocket (jump in the rocket)
Too many options (too many options), so many options (so many options)
Nigga we poppin’ (poppin’, uh), coppin’ and swervin’ (swerve, swervin’)
Nigga, we servin’ (servin’, yeah), send you a car (send you a car)
Rip it in half, jump in the ho, go (ho, go)
Two in the car, have a ménage, double the blinds, woah (woah)
Nigga, my bread Jumanji, more than your average, oh (average, oh)
Check out the Rollie, wrist, swish, classic, oh (classic, oh)
I jump in the Porsche, put ped’ on the ground
I show out a bag, she move it around
Rockin’ the best, go on the mound
Scatter of a K, go in the house
Get in the way, doin’ you first
The bigger the ass, the bigger the purse
Show me the mask, show me the work
Doin’ the most, too many O’s
Money won’t fold, a million in rolls
Too many hoes, too many flows
Rockin’ the face, I’m ready to go
They jump on the wave, I jump in the Ghost
[Chorus: Future]
Spark up your dodie, then you check your Rollie (check me out)
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
I wanna sack the baddest
I wanna know you the baddest (baddest)
I wanna know if you’re tatted (tatted)
I wanna know if you’re ridin’ (ridin’)
Creep on the low like assassins (‘sassins)
Take trips you’d never’d imagined (‘magined)
In a whip you’d never’d imagined (check me out)
Who said we’d never be gunnas? Live by the code of honor (code of honor)
Who said they’re ready to purchase? Live by the code of honor (code of honor)
Who said they’re ready to purchase? Who ready to snatch up a Phantom? Live by the code of honor (code of honor)
Who said they’re ready to purchase? DJ EscoMoeCity
[Chorus: Future]
Spark up your dodie, then you check your Rollie (check me out)
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
I wanna sack the baddest
I wanna know you the baddest (baddest)
I wanna know if you’re tatted (tatted)
I wanna know if you’re ridin’ (ridin’)
Creep on the low like assassins (‘sassins)
Take trips you’d never’d imagined (‘magined)
In a whip you’d never’d imagined (check me out)
Who said we’d never be gunnas? (Snatch up a Phantom)
[Outro: ScHoolboy Q]
Uh, yeah
Tell me who do it like Groovy, nigga, my life is a movie
Uh, yeah
Tell me who do it like Groovy, nigga, my life is a movie When he told me I gotta work overtime today, knowin’ I’m goin’ to my boy’s barbeque
I knew this was gonna be my last day
At this point, I ain’t even got nothin’ to say
Bruh… shit… man, look here, I got places to go and people to see
Keep that 30 cent raise! Who ready to snatch up a Phantom?

Charlie Puth – Change (feat. James Taylor)

Isn’t love, all that we got? If loving one another’s wrong
Then how are we supposed to
Get close to each other? If loving one another’s wrong
Then how are we supposed to
Get close to each other? [Intro: Charlie Puth]
Why are we looking down
On our sisters and brothers? If loving one another’s wrong
Then how are we supposed to
Get close to yeah
Why can’t we just get along? [Verse 2: James Taylor, Charlie Puth, Both]
What a waste it would be to deny somebody
Of a chance to be theirselves
What a waste it would be if we hurt for nothing? But I know that the world can change
The day we know we’re all the same
[Chorus: Charlie Puth]
Why can’t we just get along? The day we know we’re all the same
Together we can make that change
[Verse 1: James Taylor, Both]
Look around there are too many of us crying
And not enough love to go around
What a waste, another day
Another good one dying
But I know that the world will change
The day we know we’re all the same
[Chorus: Charlie Puth]
Why can’t we just get along? We gotta make that change, yeah
Why can’t we just get along? If loving one another’s wrong
Then how are we supposed to
Get close to each other? Don’t we know everyone’s
Got a father and mother? We gotta make that change, yeah
[Outro: Charlie Puth]
The change, yeah We gotta make that change, yeah
[Bridge: Charlie Puth]
I know we could break apart
We don’t have to go that way
Not today
[Chorus: Charlie Puth]
Why can’t we just get along?

A CHAL – Cuánto (feat. A$AP Nast)

[Chorus: A.Chal]
Ayy, ayy, wey, qué
Cuànto, tanto, vamos, vamos
Ayy, ayy, wey, qué
Cuànto, tanto, vamos, vamos
Ayy, ayy, wey, qué
Cuànto, tanto, vamos, vamos
Ayy, ayy, wey, qué
Cuànto, tanto, vamos, vamos (vamonos, vamonos)
[Verse 1: A.Chal]
En una cabana, my necklace de agua
I’m breaking Cubanos, pongo marijuana
Won’t see me mańana, I’m thinking Montana
I’m crossing the border then buyin’ the land up
Bebiendo ‘te romo, tenemo ‘te plomo
Yo soy una estrella, tu eres palomo
El rey de la zona, Gazi amazona
Verde en mi ropa, verde mi aroma
I remember bein’ six
They hit my tío’s spot for a lic
Abuela took me to the side and told me
"Be careful who you let inside"
Gettin’ hot like Belize
Feelin’ like Tony with the fees
Spillin’ Cuervo on the Pyrex
Break it down, tape it, send it on the highway
[Chorus: A.Chal]
Ayy, ayy, wey, qué
Cuànto, tanto, vamos, vamos
Ayy, ayy, wey, qué
Cuànto, tanto, vamos, vamos
[Verse 2: A$AP Nast]
Suc, guap, suc, guap
Used to be actin’ from blocks
Used to mix Sprite with the Wop, ayy
Your bitch, she like me a lot, yeah
Fuck that bitch, she blow my line, ayy
Blow my line, blow my line, yeah
On the phone, plug talk
Licking, spilling, bar walk yeah
Empire, empire
GAZI Gang NY
GAZI Gang NY (Gang)
Come to them, I let it fly (bitch)
Shots fired, shots fired (bow, bow)
Strong arm, Popeye
Wreckin’ shit, recognize
Know they want me penalized
See them hatin’, eagle eye
[Chorus: A.Chal]
Ayy, ayy, wey, qué
Cuànto, tanto, vamos, vamos
Ayy, ayy, wey, qué
Cuànto, tanto, vamos, vamos
Ayy, ayy, wey, qué
Cuànto, tanto, vamos, vamos
Ayy, ayy, wey, qué
Cuànto, tanto, vamos, vamos (vámanos, vámanos)

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – She Love A

[Intro]
Ness on the beat
[Chorus]
She like, she don’t wanna fall in love, but she love A
She get jealous, all her friends around her wanna fuck, ayy
She thought I was stuck with her, so I left her stuck, ayy
Yeah I know you feel offended, but you won’t touch, ayy
She like, "I don’t really wanna come where you from," ayy
"’Cause I heard a lot of stories about here you from," ayy
She like, "Oh, you rock Amiri with that Louis Vuitton," ayy
They like, "Oh, this is a light year, you got a buzz," ayy
[Verse]
I don’t really wanna fight, yeah, I got a gun, ayy
I don’t like it when you bite baby, use your tongue, ayy
I can make you my Beyoncé, I you want, ayy
I’ma bang you like LeBron, ayy, give me 1 K
I can party on a Sunday, if I want, ayy
Cop a Rari on a Monday and hit my Tay-K
And I know she drive me crazy, but that’s my baby
A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie, but just call me baby
They can’t wait to catch me slippin’, I’ma leave ’em waitin’
If we hit ’em up, just promise me you never say shit
You know Bubba, that’s my brother, but we ain’t related
You can catch him in the cut with his eyes lazy
In the Bentley, now I’m yellin’ "Fuck a train station"
Got a mansion and a condo, never missed a payment
I spent 17 thousand on a diamond bracelet
Got the money and the power, and they started hatin’
[Chorus]
She like, she don’t wanna fall in love, but she love A
She get jealous, all her friends around her wanna fuck, ayy
She thought I was stuck with her, so I left her stuck, ayy
Yeah I know you feel offended, but you won’t touch, ayy
She like, "I don’t really wanna come where you from," ayy
"’Cause I heard a lot of stories about here you from," ayy
She like, "Oh, you rock Amiri with that Louis Vuitton," ayy
They like, "Oh, this is a light year, you got a buzz," ayy

Belly – 4 Days (feat. YG)

[Intro: Belly]
Yeah
Mustard on the beat, hoe
[Chorus: Belly]
Thinking you a bad bitch
Really, you just doing bad bitch
Fronted on me when I ain’t had shit
Until I came up like a savage
Foreign girl with a accent (yuh)
She can barely fit that ass in the Aston (it’s true)
You fronted on me when I ain’t had shit (yuh)
Until I came up like a savage
I been up, 4 days
I ain’t even sleep, 4 days
I been comin’ down, 4 days
I would rather dream when I’m awake
Ayy, I ain’t crashed in like 4 days
Liquor got me goin’ more craze
Life directed by Scorsese
I lie and say the world’s yours, babe
[Verse 1: Belly]
I put my mama in a million dollar condo
I just made a million dollars off a convo
My gorilla strapped up like the gun show
Had this motherfucker lookin’ like the congo
Uh, I made it out the jungle
If you hatin’, bet this dick gon’ reach your tonsils
Huh, bitch call me Papa Shango
I’ma beat, beat it up just like a bongo, hey
[Chorus: Belly]
Thinking you a bad bitch
Really, you just doing bad bitch
Fronted on me when I ain’t had shit
Until I came up like a savage
Foreign girl with a accent (yuh)
She can barely fit that ass in the Aston (it’s true)
You fronted on me when I ain’t had shit (yuh)
Until I came up like a savage
I been up, 4 days
I ain’t even sleep, 4 days
I been comin’ down, 4 days
I would rather dream when I’m awake
Ayy, I ain’t crashed in like 4 days
Liquor got me goin’ more craze
Life directed by Scorsese
I lie and say the world’s yours, babe
[Verse 2: YG]
Belly, what’s brackin’? You fronted on me, fr-fr-fronted on me
That’s the worse you could do when you done it on me
I fucked your friends ’cause you used to fuck my homies
She told her friends, "That nigga stunted on me"
Pull off in that Lambo
Burnin’ rubber and my eyes low (bitch, back the fuck up)
I tell her she can fuck up my life
Just don’t fuck up my cash flow
Walk up in this bitch, Louis, Gucci, lil Prada
Went from none to somethin’, been like tada
When you hear how I ball, don’t call
This is not your cheese, you get nada
You did me wrong when I ain’t had shit
Got done like Ellie, you a bad bitch
I used to sleep on mattress
Now I got ex hoes on my tracklist
[Chorus: Belly]
Thinking you a bad bitch
Really, you just doing bad bitch
Fronted on me when I ain’t had shit
Until I came up like a savage
Foreign girl with a accent (yuh)
She can barely fit that ass in the Aston (it’s true)
You fronted on me when I ain’t had shit (yuh)
Until I came up like a savage
I been up, 4 days
I ain’t even sleep, 4 days
I been comin’ down, 4 days
I would rather dream when I’m awake
Ayy, I ain’t crashed in like 4 days
Liquor got me goin’ more craze
Life directed by Scorsese
I lie and say the world’s yours, babe

Leon Bridges – Bad Bad News

(I ain’t)
I’m just tryna move up front
Lil more of this, lil less of that (Can you feel me?)
Let me come through (Let me come through)
I’m tired being in the back (Aight)
I’m just tryna move up front
A lil more of this, a lil less of that, yeah
They tell me I was born to lose
But I made a good good thing out of bad bad news
I don’t worry, don’t worry, don’t worry about people in my face
I hit ‘em with the style and grace, and watch their ankles break
I know you wish, I know you wish I would fade away
But I got more to say, Lord they pray
Let me slip through (Let me slip through)
Why you tryna hold me back? Ain’t got no riches, ain’t got no money that runs long
But I got a heart that’s strong and a love that’s tall
Ain’t got no name, ain’t got no fancy education
But I can see right through, a powdered face on a painted fool
Let me slip through (Let me slip through)
Why you tryna hold me back? (I ain’t)
I’m just tryna move up front
Lil more of this, lil less of that (Can you feel me?)
Let me come through (Let me come through)
I’m tired being in the back (Aight)
I’m just trynna move up front
A lil more of this, a lil less of that, yeah
They tell me I was born to lose
But I made a good good thing out of bad bad news
Alright alright, all day all night
Alright alright, all day all night
Alright alright, all day all night
Alright alright, all day all night
They tell me I was born to lose
But I made a good good thing out of bad bad news

Trouble – Bring It Back (feat. Drake & Mike Will Made-It)

Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got the game down now, sorry Mr. [Intro: Trouble]
Let do it
Money man
Go get your money man, go get that
Go for that shit now, go get your money man
Mike Will Made-it, bitch
[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah)
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back
[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack
‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back
[Verse 1: Trouble]
Yeah, tryna show me that she ’bout it
‘Bout it, ’bout it, yeah, shawty ’bout it, ’bout it, yeah
Take the charger, bad lil shawty, say she ’bout it
I gotta come for you, you shot at my lil’ partner though
The loud wild off the gate, don’t need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Aye, she say you so mothafuckin’ hood
But you ain’t no mothafuckin’ good
Might be right, gift and a curse, I take it all as blessin’
Know you fuckin’ with a real one though, no question (no doubt)
Partna you gon’ get spent doin’ all that flexin’
So many of us shootin’ you straight, ain’t no pressure
Hatin’ on that man won’t do you no blessin’
Tryna teach a young nigga flexin’
Wanna go to war, but you ain’t got no money
Worry ’bout these hoes and you ain’t got no money
Mike Will Made-It
Big Trouble, baby
[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah)
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back
[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack
‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back, damn
[Verse 2: Drake & Trouble]
Yeah, I don’t play no games boy, I’m at your head (at your head)
All about the family, niggas took the pledge (took that shit)
Now you gotta own up to that shit you said
You can’t push us to the edge, Trouble from the edge
Hit the gas and we outta there
Do it for the six, because we started there (started)
I got a girl that used to ride around with ‘Pac an’ them (‘Pac)
I gotta get it, you came from my lil partner then (fuck)
Yeah, Richard Mille, heavy on the watch (bitch)
Extra million just to see the Maybach drop (drop, drop)
Crest white smile on my face
Once I get to snappin’ ain’t nobody safe (nobody)
Reality gon’ hit ya or we gon’ hit ya
Either way if they was with ya, they goin’ with ya
Mike WiLL Made-It (Mike WiLL)
Me and Big Trouble baby (DTE)
[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah)
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back
[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack
‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back