Cory Lee – The Naughty Song Lyrics

Gotta get you out of my mind
Gotta get you into my life

I know that your down
But the way you watchin’ me
Your takin’ words away and
I can hardly speak
There’s just room for two
In my fantasy
So baby lose your crew
And come away with me

Turn down the lights and light up the party
I got the ride and you got the naughty
Leave your boys and your girls tonight
Come home to me ASAP
Turn down the lights and light up the party
I got the time and you got the body
Leave your boys and your girls tonight
Come home to me ASAP

Tonight’s the night
And it’s only just begun
All the boys and the girls that wanna f*** tonight
Gotta turn the naughty on (x2)

I like what you say
By the way you rock your shows
And the way you wear your smile
Got me really diggin you
Oh, this bump and grind
Makes everyone afraid
Let’s get out of sight

Baby run away with me

Turn down the lights and light up the party
I got the ride and you got the naughty
Leave your boys and your girls tonight
Come home to me ASAP
Turn down the lights and light up the party
I got the time and you got the body
Leave your boys and your girls tonight
Come home to me ASAP

Tonight’s the night
And it’s only just begun
All the boys and the girls that wanna f*** tonight
Gotta turn the naughty on (x2)

Gotta get you out of my mind
Gotta get you out of my head
Gotta get you into my life
Gotta get you in my bed
(x2)

Turn down the lights and light up the party
I got the ride and you got the naughty
Leave your boys and your girls tonight
Come home to me ASAP

Tonight’s the night
And it’s only just begun
All the boys and the girls that wanna f*** tonight
Gotta turn the naughty on (x2)

Katie Tropp – My Dealer Lyrics

[Intro]

This here is my love song…
Yeah I never thought I’d be doin’ one of these either…
But here it goes to the love of my life…

[Chorus]

Who’s the love of my life?
My dealer
Who makes me smile so wide?
My dealer
We never ever f**kin fight
My dealer
Who?
My dealer
What?
My dealer

[Verse 1]

He always knows what I want
I call him up
You know he’s always got the stuff
Now roll it up!
Sticky green
You know what I mean?
It’s all I ever want, It’s all I ever need!
Now I tell you my dealer’s the man
Nobody deals quite like he can
Always got the best stuff on hand
Sells the best stuff all across the land
He gives the best price
The sacks are fat and nice
When I need some more I never even think twice
He’s the one I call
When I need it ya’ll
The best thing about him he’s always available
With him I don’t have a complaint
With him I don’t even need a date
With him it feels like it’s fate
He’s the best thing that’s happened to me to this date!

[Chorus]

Who’s the love of my life?
My dealer
Who makes me smile so wide?
My dealer
We never ever f**kin fight
My dealer
Who?
My dealer
What?
My dealer

[Verse 2]

No one on Earth even compares to you
When I go to someone new
I always go running back to you
You’ve always got my heart
You know you had it from the start
If I don’t have you I’d really fall apart!
Everytime I come over
I’m never leaving sober
I swear to f**kin’ God it’s like I found a four leaf clover!
I practically jizz my pants
When you pull out the sack
They’re so big and fat
You know I love that!
Your shit always sends me on a trip
It’s like you and me hey we’re the perfect fit
If you left I’d want to slit my wrists
I swear to God nobody has ever gotten me like this!
When I need you, you’re always there
And when you’re gone I pull out my hair
If you don’t answer I just sit and stare
I wait and wait and wait just like a little queer!

[Chorus]

Who’s the love of my life?
My dealer
Who makes me smile so wide?
My dealer
We never ever f**kin fight
My dealer
Who?
My dealer
What?
My dealer

[Verse 3]

No one on Earth can try to replace you
Nobody does all the great things that you do
I moved away and I’m still calling you
That’s cuz you know that I always stay true!
You never hurt me once
You don’t pull no stunts
Everytime I see you I get what I wants
The way to my heart you know what it is
Smokin’ on the chronic is always the shit
When I run out you’re there to reload it
You’re like Mother Theresa you just give and give!
If you miss my call, you always call back
If you’re ever dry, you always feel bad
As soon as you get it you holler at me ASAP
Then I get your call and I haul ass!
I feel empty without you
I’ll never forget about you
No drama surrounds you
I’m so lost without you!

[Chorus]

Who’s the love of my life?
My dealer
Who makes me smile so wide?
My dealer
We never ever f**kin fight
My dealer
Who?
My dealer
What?
My dealer

[Outro]

And that’s the end of this song…
He makes me hit a f**kin’ bong!
God I love my dealer greatest person alive man!
He knows what I want, when I want, and how I want it!
Greatest person alive!
What else can I say?
The only way to my heart is through weed!
You hear what I’m saying? Some God damn weed!

Baby Keem – Register Lyrics

[Intro: Cardo & Baby Keem]
Gotta talk about gettin’ this money, man
Got a lil’ play real quick
If I was you, I’d call back ASAP, nigga
Cardo
Shoot through your car door, shoutout to Cardo
Cardo got wings

[Chorus]
Don’t you tell my register, don’t you tell my bitch
Don’t you tell my register, don’t you tell my bitch
Don’t you tell my register, don’t you tell my bitch, ayy
Don’t you tell my register, don’t you tell my bitch
Don’t you tell my register, don’t you tell my bitch
Don’t you tell my register, don’t you tell my bitch
Don’t you tell my register, don’t you tell my bitch, ayy
Don’t you tell my register, don’t you tell my bitch

[Verse]
Uh, she gave me head like once, I’m tryna get it like twice (Woah)
Baby, come earn your stripes, I’m a thief in the night
Flexin’ for the ‘Gram like Mike, mm, I just upped my price, uh
Pussy wet like ice, woah, pussy wet like ice
Back it up, baby, that’s all I know (Yeah), trap phone boomin’, that’s all I know (Woah)
I want her friend, all I know (Yeah), type my [?], all I know (Woah)
Your bitch fiendin’, all I know, money go zoom, that’s all I know
Take it and see how far I go, take it and see how far I go

[Chorus]
Don’t you tell my register, don’t you tell my bitch
Don’t you tell my register, don’t you tell my bitch
Don’t you tell my register, don’t you tell my bitch, ayy
Don’t you tell my register, don’t you tell my bitch
Don’t you tell my register, don’t you tell my bitch
Don’t you tell my register, don’t you tell my bitch
Don’t you tell my register, don’t you tell my bitch, ayy
Don’t you tell my register, don’t you tell my bitch

Hopsin – Picasso Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1]
Hollywood, Hollywood, oh, how I fuckin’ love you
I cannot seem to breakthrough from this curse that I’ve been stuck to
I came in as a lil’ man, but now my fuckin’ nuts grew
Today’s the days our ties are finally cut loose, fuck you
Uh-oh, it’s my triflin’ ass
Pullin’ up like, “Hi guys, I’m back”
Goddamn, nigga, I’m so up that I can’t get down, gotta skydive from that (Yikes)
Won’t see the day I might relax, I ain’t never been a nice guy, in fact
Y’all wishin’ I would try nicer raps
Sorry, I ain’t got the right mind for that (Uh-uh)
Look how cold he is, pimpin’ just like H-O-V is
Y’all are Beyoncé and my rhymes stay inappropriate
This is just how my show begins
If you hatin’, come blow me then
Fuck you, here’s some petroleum
Give me my clout, you owe me it (Yeah)
Whoa!
Niggas better duck and run for cover like it’s fuckin’ Iraq (Stay down, nigga)
I’m pullin’ a nigga from your ass, you ain’t even die yet (Oh no)
I’ve been headin’ up the ladder longer, never was a time I hit the climax (Yikes)
Your career’s goin’ bye-bye, it’s ironic you don’t got a bypass (Yeah)
Niggas know that I’ve been ill, man, the whole time that I’ve been here
I done made a fortune like ten mil’ from the paper lines that my pen fills
And if I don’t spend it, my kids will
I’m low key, but a big deal
Hoes see me and they freeze up
That’s why they all on my dick still

[Pre-Chorus]
They tell me I’m too hostile, I am Picasso
Bitches like, “Remember me from high school?” Nah, ho
Came up in this shit killin’ niggas with the hot flow
Y’all ain’t got a fuckin’ thing on Hop
Whoa!

[Chorus]
Boy, you better rock slow
Who am I? I’m Picasso
Take the high road ASAP
‘Cause I ain’t liable for no nigga (Nope)
I’m fuckin’ hitters in the cosmos
Got it locked, though
Bitch, I’m Pablo Picasso (Mhm)

[Verse 2]
I’ve been told the new game plan’s to make bullshit for the new wave’s fans
And you can’t populate unless you take xans and flex on the ‘Gram like you do make bands
What?! (Oh no)
They like, “Fuck boom bap rap, you can’t win
Save that shit for the Wu-Tang Clan”
That’s when I bust in like the Kool-Aid man (Yeah!)
Look, I ain’t the nigga who pullin’ up tryna get shine by how much the Rollie glow (Nah)
I’m here to rain on parades, my sinister ways to fuck up the rodeo
I do my shows and hoes be losin’ control like I was the Holy Ghost (Stop)
When I deliver the penis it lies in the mouth, she call it Pinocchio
Mmm, man, who want war with me?
Bitch, I torture beats
I’ve been born to beast
Still I abort MCs
Oh, so horribly
Dog, your corpse’ll be
Right on the floor with these
Feet that I’ll stomp you out with
This my house, bitch, and you can’t afford the lease (Watch out)
Whoa!
Fuck all that Hollywood shit
Over half of you not even lit that be riding my dick
I got no problem with this
I come through and your body get slit
I could hardly resist
Nigga, my hobby is pissin’ on anyone I can offend
I got no friends
Whoever thinkin’ they hot, go and tell ’em, nobody’s convinced (Hmm)

[Pre-Chorus]
They tell me I’m too hostile, I am Picasso
Bitches like, “Remember me from high school?” Nah, ho
Came up in this shit killin’ niggas with the hot flow
Y’all ain’t got a fuckin’ thing on Hop
Whoa!

[Chorus]
Boy, you better rock slow
Who am I? I’m Picasso
Take the high road ASAP
‘Cause I ain’t liable for no nigga (Nope)
I’m fuckin’ hitters in the cosmos
Got it locked, though
Bitch, I’m Pablo Picasso

[Chorus]
Rock slow
Who am I? I’m Picasso
Take the high road ASAP
‘Cause I ain’t liable for no nigga (Nope)
I’m fuckin’ hitters in the cosmos
Got it locked, though
Bitch, I’m Pablo Picasso

Kanye West – I Thought About Killing You Lyrics

[Intro: Francis and the Lights & Kanye West]
I know, I know, I know, I know, know
I know, I know, I know, I know, know
I, I know it, I know it

[Spoken Word: Kanye West]
The most beautiful thoughts are always besides the darkest
Today I seriously thought about killing you
I contemplated, premeditated murder
And I think about killing myself, and I love myself way more than I love you, so…
Today I thought about killing you, premeditated murder
You’d only care enough to kill somebody you love
The most beautiful thoughts are always inside the darkest
(Mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhmm)
Just say it out loud to see how it feels
People say “don’t say this, don’t say that”
Just say it out loud, just to see how it feels
Weigh all the options, nothing’s off the table
Today I thought about killing you, premeditated murder
I think about killing myself, and I, I love myself way more than I love you
The most beautiful thoughts are always besides the darkest
(Mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhmm)
I think this is the part where I’m supposed to say something good to compensate it so it doesn’t come off bad
But sometimes I think really bad things
Really, really, really bad things
And I love myself way more than I love you
See, if I was trying to relate it to more people
I’d probably say I’m struggling with loving myself because that seems like a common theme
But that’s not the case here
I love myself way more than I love you
And I think about killing myself
So, best believe, I thought about killing you today
Premeditated murder

[Verse: Kanye West]
I called up my loved ones, I called up my cousins
I called up the Muslims, said I’m ’bout to go dumb
Get so bright, it’s no sun, get so loud, I hear none
Screamed so loud, got no lungs, hurt so bad, I go numb
Time to bring in the drums, that prrt-pu-pu-pum
Set the NewTone on ’em, set the nuke off on ’em
I need coke with no rum, I taste coke on her tongue
I don’t joke with no one, they’ll say he die so young
I done had a bad case of too many bad days
Got too many bad traits, used the floor for ashtrays
I don’t do shit halfway, I’ma clear the cache
I’ma make my name last, put that on my last name
It’s a different type of rules that we obey
Ye, Ye, Ye season, nigga, we Old Bay
We was all born to die, nigga DOA
Niggas say they hero, mhm, I don’t see no cape
Mhm, I don’t see no, mhm, yeah, I don’t see no, mhm, mhm
If I wasn’t shining so hard, wouldn’t be no shade
Buckwheat ass nigga, it’s ‘gon be otay
Young nigga shit, nigga, we don’t age
I thought I was past my Deebo ways
Even when I went broke, I ain’t break
How you gon’ hate? Nigga, we go way back
To when I had the braids and you had the wave cap
Drop a pimp of the fade and I’m on my way ASAP
Don’t get socked in the mouth, you know homie don’t play that
Pay the fire marshal bill ’cause this shit done got way packed
They wanna see me go ape (ape, ape)
All you gotta do is speak on Ye
All you gotta do is speak on Ye
Don’t get your tooth chipped like Frito-Lay

Preme – Frostbite (feat. Offset) lyrics

[Intro: Preme]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woo, okay

[Verse 1: Preme]
Everybody in my hood know me (know me)
The city treat me just like Tony (they do)
Montana, I ain’t got madness (no)
Skating with the stick, no goalie (woo)
Droptop on my ‘rari (‘rari)
My ex-girl say sorry (sorry)
My new girl on molly (molly)
She look like a Barbie (Barbie)

[Chorus: Preme & Offset]
IPhone (phone), trap phone (phone)
You a clone (clone), get your own (woah)
Six side (side) for life (life)
Wrist froze (woo), frostbite (woo, hey)
Adderall, bite down (Acts)
Drop a whole pound on the greyhound (pound)
You better call your wife now (brrrr)
Got her at the bando gettin’ piped down (smash)
Right now (right now)
Right now (ASAP)
Right now (woo)
Right now (woo, woo, woo)
I need that right now (now)
ASAP, right now (now)
Shawty, iced out (ice)
I’m up right now (woah)
Right now (right now)
Right now (ASAP)
Right now (woo)
Right now (woo, woo, woo)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Flex, skrrt, skrrt, niggas ain’t keepin’ up (skrrt, skrrt)
Pullin’ up with choppers and the windows up (brrp, brrp)
Get you knocked off with a arm up (ugh)
I do not be talkin’, they gon’ bomb rush (shush)
You not really poppin’, get your crumbs up (crumbs up)
Yeah, we had to fall just to come up (fall)
Smokin’ on cookie, smellin’ like fungus (ooh)
Gettin’ the popm eatin’ it like a nunchuck (beat it)
Real niggas, no fuck shit among us (real)
The bags so big, got enourmous (bags)
Still 3 deep on the tour bus (gang)
Race to the check, took a shortcut (ugh)
I got it, you hate it
No neighbors, my houses is gated
Your career deflated (pitiful)
This is not Mike but I made it (I made it)
I’m from the north, not the Decatur (north)

[Chorus: Preme & Offset]
IPhone (phone), trap phone (phone)
You a clone (clone), get your own (woah)
Nawf side (nawf) for life (life)
Wrist froze (woo), frostbite (woo, hey)
Adderall, bite down (Acts)
Drop a whole pound on the greyhound (pound)
You better call your wife now (brrrr)
Got her at the bando gettin’ piped down (smash)
Right now (right now)
Right now (ASAP)
Right now (woo)
Right now (woo, woo, woo)
I need that right now (now)
ASAP, right now (now)
Shawty, iced out (ice)
I’m up right now (woah)
Right now (right now)
Right now (ASAP)
Right now (woo)
Right now (woo, woo, woo)

[Verse 3: Preme]
Baby, just come through (bad)
I know that you with it (know it)
I know that you with it
You fuck with a baller (ball)
I know that you get it (get it)
I know that you get it (get it)
But out for some days now (yeah)
She wanna ride on the wave now (wave)
She know a nigga don’t play round (no)
I treat that Porsche like a playground (skrrt, skrrt)
I feel like I’m fresh out the slammer (slammer)
Rockin’ designer like panda (panda)
She wanna fuck on the camera (camera)
I treat my bitch like she Pamela (Pamela)
Comtemplate
Half of my niggas is gone away (yeah)
That make it hard just to concentrate (woo)
With my niggas is bombs away

[Chorus: Preme & Offset]
IPhone (phone), trap phone (phone)
You a clone (clone), get your own (woah)
Six side (side) for life (life)
Wrist froze (woo), frostbite (woo, hey)
Adderall, bite down (Acts)
Drop a whole pound on the greyhound (pound)
You better call your wife now (brrrr)
Got her at the bando gettin’ piped down (smash)
Right now (right now)
Right now (ASAP)
Right now (woo)
Right now (woo, woo, woo)
I need that right now (now)
ASAP, right now (now)
Shawty, iced out (ice)
I’m up right now (woah)
Right now (right now)
Right now (ASAP)
Right now (woo)
Right now (woo, woo, woo)

[Outro: DJ Khaled]
Ayo, Preme, it’s DJ Khaled
The streets embrace you
I see you, we see you
Notice how I said we
We proud
Reps up, bless up
It’s your time, right now
(Another one)

G Herbo – My Way Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh huh
Aye
Damn, hol’ on
What the fuck? Who the fuck is this?
Hol’ on
Aye
Aye

[Verse 1]
IPhone goin’ off
Press decline, hit the power button just to throw it off
Annoyin’ ass lil’ bitch keep texting me
I hate a know-it-all
I hit bitches ASAP on the first night I don’t know at all
And if you think this shit got them sick, wait ’til I show it all
50K, I put that on my wrist, ain’t have no glow at all
Plain Jane, sky dweller
Get that money now or never
Got that chick, you know I’m gangster
What I do? Go buy a bezel
And I’m out here by my lonely
One up on me, niggas can’t get one up on me
Run up on me, ain’t gotta cock it, one up on me
Get a little cocky, big bro told me, nigga, you chosen
Bad enough I say “I’m broke”, everybody be like “Nigga you hoeing”
I can’t lie, I’m holdin’
I can’t fold it, rubber band to hold it
Now I’m out in [La Postolle?] rollin’, in my flipflops strollin’
Still got paranoia, I’m off [?] lookin’ off my shoulder
Book me for a show, I ain’t gon’ go unless you get my pole in

[Chorus]
Bitches love me
‘Cause they love gangsters
Gettin’ money
This that Palm Angels
This a hurdle
Issa 30
It’s Lil Herbo
Two door, swervin’
Aye, aye
And I have my way
Aye, aye
And I have my way
Aye, aye
And I have my way
And I have my way
Yeah, I have my way

[Verse 2]
Aye, bitch I have my way
Yeah I drive i8s
And I’m still [?]
Still’ll take fly on the jakes
Let a fuck nigga try and invade my home
Chopper shell right in the face
I secure my chain like a iPhone
Fingerprint right on the safe
Got girl scouts straight from the bay
Gucci shirt came from the A
Used to sip lean by the case
Thought it make the pain go away
I was high, fuck around, caught a case
Then them fights ain’t still go away
So far I gave my lawyer 8K, but that shit I make that rain in a day
Bitches love me
‘Cause they love gangsters
I bought all of that Balmain, this that Palm Angels
She got all of that [?], swallow all I came
These hoes be actin’ like they thang but they all basic

[Chorus]
Bitches love me
‘Cause they love gangsters
Gettin’ money
This that Palm Angels
This a hurdle
Issa 30
It’s Lil Herbo
Two door, swervin’
Aye, aye
And I have my way
Aye, aye
And I have my way
Aye, aye
And I have my way
And I have my way
Yeah, I have my way

Macklemore – Zara lyrics

Below are the complete “Zara” lyrics by Macklemore displayed. These lyrics were added 6 hours ago.

Zara lyrics

I know you’re troubled, girl, I seen you on Tumblr
February, dressing like a summer girl
Mini skirt on, no underwear
I wanna take you shopping, blow a bag of Prada
She say those clothes expensive, so we end up in Zara
Late night hit the city and we go out to Target
Like why we go to Target? This electric wheelchair’s poppin’
You read bell hooks and [?]
You make me quesadillas when I’m stressed
And be like, “Boy, you better clean up the mess
And take out the trash before you come back”
Stay in, amen, don’t fall asleep till the AM
Wake up in the morning in the prayers
Sunlight made its way in, gave me angels
And I hold ’em, paint a mural so golden
And my girl, she sweet as hell, but we’ll have a world star moment
Like I brought this bitch up, yes, you will, my darling
Type of girl fight for the family and jump in if there’s a problem
But not today, the ocean waves
I can’t complain, I hold her waist
My only ace until we’re old and gray
See, thats my baby

[Chorus: Abir]
Wave after wave, yeah
We’re catching the vibe, yeah, feeling alive, yeah
Ten out of ten, I know you down to ride, yeah
Always by my side, yeah
My baby, know I know had to hold you down for sure
You the only one, you the only one, yeah
You the only one, you the only one in my life
You the only one, you the only one, yeah
You the only one, you the only one in my life

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
And if you feel some type of way, then just say that, say that
I’m on my way to make it back, talking ASAP
And we can do all types of things in this Maybach
Kick off your shoes, relax your feet, while I play that (play what?)
That nineties R&B, yeah, house party, three
Come spend the night with me and bring your toiletries
You got your girls with you, I brought my boys with me
Playing that [?], Howard, and that Jodeci
Do you want a back rub, do you want a massage?
On my birthday, it’s my birthday
Do you think we can menage? Psyche
Held her by the wayside, so sweet
Let’s go have us some offspring
Girl, you flyer than a [?]
We ain’t doing a damn thing all day

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[Chorus: Abir]
Wave after wave, yeah
We’re catching the vibe, yeah, feeling alive, yeah
Ten out of ten, I know you down to ride, yeah
Always by my side, yeah
My baby, know I know had to hold you down for sure
You the only one, you the only one, yeah
You the only one, you the only one in my life
You the only one, you the only one, yeah
You the only one, you the only one in my life

Chief Keef – Gotta Sack (Remix) Lyrics

[Hook: Chief Keef]

I got a sack now
Try us, it’s mac rounds
Call us 30 clips, shawty blow your back down
You can’t turn me down
‘Cause this is that loud
I ain’t the mans, bitch?
Shit, how that sound?

Just for a fact, now
I got a sack now
I love to stunt, bitch
I act a ass, now (x2)

[Verse 1: Jay J]

If you call that loud, please invest in something louder/
Red beam you can see it from the Eiffel Tower/
But that’s only if you disrespect me while I’m getting allowance wit my niggas/
Why y’all be smoking that midget?/

Getting this high, don’t attempt it/
ASAP this shit can get rocky/
I’m getting that paper, come watch me/
My nigga come watch me/

Bitch nigga I ain’t tryna match/
For a fact that shit you smoking is trash/
Weed smell all in my bag/
On my homies dash, ashes and wraps/

Won’t you go head’ and just turn up the bass/
I mean the bass/
You think your shit’s hot
But really it ain’t/

Hearing you rap is like spit in the face/
I’m wrapping this up with some glue and some tape/
Breaking it down so you can relate/
So high that I’m in a daze/

Orange hairs glisten with the crystals on the face/
Ghost OG right now’s my favorite/

Roy Wood$ – Whole Lot (Remix)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah nigga issa knife and all know what I’m sayin?
Yeah nigga I hit ya wife and all know what I’m sayin?

[Hook: Roy Wood$]
Don’t ask if I’m good if greatness is around me
Can’t listen to one song and say that you found me (no, no, nooo)
I step on and kill every bug that’s around me (just like an ant)
My circle is small like the kid that [?] me, yeah yeah
Mama a trooper, she always beside me, yeah yeah
Always see shooters and dope boys beside me, yeah yeah
So you know where to find me
My yute a wisely, don’t pree can’t size me

[Verse 1]
Water is on me, you call me Poseidon
You gon’ tell me when to dive in
Condo, mansion dining
I need my pussy like ooo
I like swimming as long as it’s private
You fuck with my niggas don’t hide it
I handle business in private
Let me put you on to my shit
21, fuckin on ya daughter
Bank can’t handle my deposits
Each day money gettin longer
Mean ting lookin too gorgeous
Ya need visine I can’t find her
I got her in my palm like Marlon
I ain’t talkin Marlon Palmer
Said I’d call back but I don’t call her
Said I’d text back but I don’t bother
I’ma swim in her sea like an otter
Shawty gimme clean head she the barber
Nellyville swag but I feel like ASAP got Raf Simmons on my legs
Bitch don’t touch my Raf
Bitch don’t touch my Raf
Nellyville swag but I feel like ASAP got Raf Simmons on my legs
Bitch don’t touch my Raf
Bitch don’t touch my Raf (okay)

[Hook]
Don’t ask if I’m good if greatness is around me
Can’t listen to one song and say that you found me
I step on and kill every bug that’s around me (just like an ant)
My circle is small like the kid that [?] me, yeah yeah
Momma a trooper, she always beside me, yeah yeah
Always see shooters and dope boys beside me, yeah yeah
So you know where to find me
My yute a wisely, don’t pree can’t size me

[Verse 2]
Got a whole lotta cash
Whole lotta plates
Whole lotta niggas put a nigga in his place
Whole lotta sorrow, but I got blessings so I can’t feel what ya feel say less ting
Whole lotta problems, with ya intentions, can’t read my next move if you’re dyslexic
Whole lotta brands
Whole lotta Gucci, now these niggas rockin Louie like I ain’t used to
A whole lotta cash
Whole lotta dawgs, separate myself from the world, with the gods
Whole lotta snakes, whole lotta greats and I still know who keep it real to my face
And a whole lotta checks, a whole lotta questions, a whole lotta reasons they feel suspension
A whole lotta niggas, whole lotta bitches, 2017 they wanna switch the position
Niggas turn cyatties, I’ma grown man I don’t play with my girl
She love my hair dreads a Jheri curl
Show no face brain dead from a girl

[Hook]
Don’t ask if I’m good if greatness is around me
Can’t listen to one song and say that you found me (you don’t know)
I step on and kill every bug that’s around me
My circle is small like the kid that [?] meeee
Momma a trooper, she always beside meeee
Always see shooters and dope boys beside meeee
You know where to find me
My yute a wisely, don’t pree can’t size me

Roy Woods – Whole Lot Remix Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah nigga issa knife and all know what I’m sayin?
Yeah nigga I hit ya wife and all know what I’m sayin?

[Hook: Roy Wood$]
Don’t ask if I’m good if greatness is around me
Can’t listen to one song and say that you found me
I step on and kill every bug that’s around me (just like an ant)
My circle is small like the kid that [?] me, yeah yeah
Momma a trooper, she always beside me, yeah yeah
Always see shooters and dope boys beside me, yeah yeah
So you know where to find me
My yute a wisely, don’t pree can’t size me

[Verse 1]
Water is on me, you call me Poseidon
You gon’ tell me when to dive in
Condo, mansion dining
I need my pussy like ooo
? as long as it’s private
You fuck with my niggas don’t hide it
I handle business in private
Let me put you on to my shit
21, fuckin on ya daughter
Bank can’t handle my deposits
Each day money gettin longer
Mean ting lookin too gorgeous
Ya need visine I can’t find her
I got her in my palm like ?
I ain’t talkin ?
Said I’d call back but I don’t call her
Said I’d text back but I don’t bother
I’ma swing when ?
Shawty gimme clean head she the barber
Nellyville swag but I feel like ASAP got Raf Simmons on my legs
Bitch don’t touch my Raf
Bitch don’t touch my Raf
Nellyville swag but I feel like ASAP got Raf Simmons on my legs
Bitch don’t touch my Raf
Bitch don’t touch my Raf (okay)

[Hook]
Don’t ask if I’m good if greatness is around me
Can’t listen to one song and say that you found me
I step on and kill every bug that’s around me (just like an ant)
My circle is small like the kid that [?] me, yeah yeah
Momma a trooper, she always beside me, yeah yeah
Always see shooters and dope boys beside me, yeah yeah
So you know where to find me
My yute a wisely, don’t pree can’t size me

[Verse 2]
Got a whole lotta cash
Whole lotta plates
Whole lotta niggas put a nigga in his place
Whole lotta sorrow, but I got blessings so I can’t feel what ya feel say rest ting
Whole lotta problems, with ya intentions, can’t read my next move if you’re dyslexic
Whole lotta brands
Whole lotta Gucci, now these niggas rockin Louie like I ain’t used to
A whole lotta cash
Whole lotta dawgs, separate myself from the world, with the gods
Whole lotta snakes, whole lotta greats and I still know who keep it real to my face
And a whole lotta ?, a whole lotta questions, a whole lotta reasons they feel suspension
A whole lotta niggas, whole lotta bitches, 2017 they wanna switch the position
Niggas turn ?, I’ma grown man I don’t play with my girl
She love my hair dreads a Jheri curl
Show no face ?

[Hook]
Don’t ask if I’m good if greatness is around me
Can’t listen to one song and say that you found me (you don’t know)
I step on and kill every bug that’s around me
My circle is small like the kid that [?] meeee
Momma a trooper, she always beside meeee
Always see shooters and dope boys beside meeee
You know where to find me
My yute a wisely, don’t pree can’t size me

3D Na’Tee – Big Dawg

[Intro: 3D Na’Tee]
(ah yeah, ah yeah)

I’ve been putting on for the N.O
(damn right)
I’ve been the shit since you were blowing your Nintendo
(damn right)
Now me and Yankee in the intercontinental
(damn right)
Overseas making cheese like Sargento
(damn right)
I remember selling weed out the window
(damn right)
Fast forward made a fortune off a demo
(damn right)
From the bars, cars looking like I’m Leno
(damn right)
They know what I’m bout from the south to Sacramento

[Hook: 3D Na’Tee]
Bitch I’ve been a big dawg, big dawg, all of my life
Been a big dawg all of my life, been a big dawg all of my life
Bitch I’ve been a big dawg (been a big dawg)
Big dawg (bitch I’ve been a big dawg) all of my life
Been a big dawg all of my life, been a big dawg all of my life
(damn right!)

[Verse 1: 3D Na’Tee]
Had a few brushes with death and getting another chance
Was slimmer than Thugger’s pants
But somehow I still advanced
Like Choppa, Babs, and Fred, my focus was making bands
Was poker faced with the grams, but now I’m touring in France
Putting on for the N.O., LA and you ain’t gotta Kelly
Blue Book the whip, just know I spent a lot of chips
More bread than a deli
Could’ve been in the Fed’s bunk bed with a celly
(what they tell me?)
But they tell me don’t go pop though, I’m not though
Rather go and see my pops hoe, my top low
Motor bigger than a Costco, dodging pot holes
I remember wearing Pacos, was a snot nose
Now my knot rolls just will not fold
Bitch I got it, even though the radio ain’t never play my product
Guess it’s cause I refuse to pretend I’m idiotic
Pockets big as DJ Khaled though I never went to college, bitch!

[Hook: 3D Na’Tee]
Bitch I’ve been a big dawg, big dawg, all of my life
Been a big dawg all of my life, been a big dawg all of my life
Bitch I’ve been a big dawg (been a big dawg)
(Bring me another bottle of that Lasserre)
Big dawg (been a big dawg) all of my life
(You know I’m part owner)
Been a big dawg all of my life, been a big dawg all of my life
(Big dawg shit. Crown!)

[Verse 2: 3D Na’Tee]
Labels tried to play me like a fool so I left
Told Tim only way I’ll sign is if I go deaf
No silicone in my breast or fucking niggas for press
But still come up in discussion if you discussing the best
Russell cut me a check and did it ASAP
He know what my mind worth
A signing bonus I ain’t gotta pay back
From selling ye to having beignets with Stevie Wonder
Baby tried to sign me, bitch I’m my own stunna
No Fat Joe or Luda or artist to introduce her
So many stones like I looked in the face of Medusa
Was in the hood like a Ku Klux with the deuce deuce up
Made a quarter million from telling you how I grew up
Like George, had to move up, though it wasn’t rapidly
I don’t have an out of touch label exec backing me
Just me and my faculty
Some compare me to Rapsody
Some compare me to Remy
But I’m more like Oprah Winfrey, bitch!

[Hook: 3D Na’Tee]
Bitch I’ve been a big dawg, big dawg, all of my life
Been a big dawg all of my life, been a big dawg all of my life
Bitch I’ve been a big dawg (been a big dawg)
Big dawg (I’ve been a big dawg) all of my life
Been a big dawg all of my life, been a big dawg all of my life
(damn right!)

[Hook: 3D Na’Tee]
Bitch I’ve been a big dawg, big dawg, all of my life
Been a big dawg all of my life, been a big dawg all of my life
Bitch I’ve been a big dawg (been a big dawg)
Big dawg (I’ve been a big dawg) all of my life
Been a big dawg all of my life, been a big dawg all of my life
(damn right!)

Eminem – 8 Mile

Sometimes I just feel like
Quitting I still might
Why do I put up this fight?
Why do I still write?
Sometimes it’s hard enough just dealing with real life
Sometimes I want to jump on stage and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skill’s like
But I’m still white
Sometimes I just hate life
Something ain’t right
Hit the brake lights
Case of the stage fright
Drawing a blank like

Dah, dah, dah. dah
It ain’t my fault
Great then I fall
My insides crawl
And I clam up
I just slam shut
I just can’t do it
My whole manhood’s just been stripped
I have just been ripped
So I must then get
Off the bus then split
Man fuck this shit
Yo, I’m going the fuck home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road

I’m a man
I’m a make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I’m over these tracks, man I’ma never look back
And I’m gone
I know right where I’m going
Sorry, momma, I’m grown
I must travel alone
Ain’t gon’ follow no footsteps I’m making my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road

Walking these train tracks
Tryin’ to regain back
The spirit I had ‘fore I go back to the same crap
To the same plant
And the same pants
Tryin’ to chase rap
Gotta move ASAP
Get a new plan
Momma’s got a new man
Poor little baby sister, she don’t understand
Sits in front of the TV buries her nose in her pad
And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
While she colors her big brother, her mother and dad
Ain’t no telling what really goes on in her little head
Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had
But I keep running from something I never wanted so bad
Sometimes I get upset ’cause I ain’t blew up yet
It’s like a grew up but I ain’t grow me two nuts yet
Don’t got a rep, my step
Don’t got enough pep
The pressure’s too much, man I’m just tryin’ to do what’s best
And I try
Sit alone and I cry
Yo I won’t tell no lie
Not a moment goes by
That I don’t pray to the sky
Please, I’m beggin’ you God
Please don’t let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me homie wherever you are
Yo, I’m telling you dog I’m bailing this trailer tomorrow
Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye
Say whenever you need me, baby, I’m never too far
But yo I gotta get out there the only way I know
And I’ma be back for you the second that I blow
On everything I own
I’ll make it on my own
Off to work I go
Back to this 8 Mile Road

I’m a man
Gotta make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I’m over these tracks, man I’ma never look back
And I’m gone
I know right where I’m going
Sorry, momma, I’m grown
I must travel alone
Ain’t gon’ follow no footsteps I’m making my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road

You gotta live it to feel it
You didn’t, you wouldn’t get it
Or see what the big deal is
Why it was and it still is
To be walking this borderline of Detroit’s city limits
It’s different and it’s a certain significance
A certificate of authenticity
You’d never even see
But it’s everything to me
It’s my credibility
You’d never seen, heard, smelled or met a real mc
Who’s incredible or on the same pedestal as me
But yet still unsigned
Having a rough time
Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes
Go to work and serve MC’s in the lunch line
When it comes crunch time
Where did my punch lines go?
Who must I show?
To bust my flow
Where must I go?
Who must I know?
Or am I just another crab in the bucket
Cause I ain’t having to run with this little rabbits but fuck it
Maybe I need a new outlet
I’m starting to doubt shit
I’m feeling a little skeptical who I hang out with
I live like a bum, yo my clothes ain’t about shit
At the Salvation Army trying to salvage an outfit
And it’s cold
Trying to travel this road
Plus I feel like I’m always stuck in this battling mode
My defenses are so up
The one thing I don’t want
Is pity from no one
This city is no fun
There is no sun
And it’s so dark
Sometimes I just feel like I’m being pulled apart
From each one of my limbs
By each one of my friends
It’s enough to just make me want to jump out of my skin
Sometimes I feel like a robot
Sometimes I just know not
What I’m doing, I just blow, my head is a stove top
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot
Sometimes my mouth just overloads the ass that I don’t got
But I’ve learned
It’s time for me to u-turn
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned
Ain’t no fallin’ on next time I’ll meet a new girl
I can not only play stupid or be immature
I got every ingredient all I need is the courage
Like I already got the beat all I need is the words
Got the urge
Suddenly it’s a surge
Suddenly a new burst of energy has occurred
Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third
I am no longer scared now, I’m free as a bird
Then I turn and cross over the median curb
Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur
I’m Eight Mile Road

I’m a man
Gotta make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I’m over these tracks, man I’ma never look back
And I’m gone
I know right where I’m going
Sorry, momma, I’m grown
I must travel alone
Ain’t gon’ follow no footsteps I’m making my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road