Chloe X Halle – Tipsy Lyrics

I’ve been crucified, darling
Ghost hunt me like New Orleans
I’ve been charged with murder
‘Cause someone wanna push me further
I’ll hit you where it hurts, yeah
If you don’t put me first, yeah
And I don’t give no apologies
If you lose a life that’s not on me, yeah

Better babe, you better treat me better
Better than those other guys who change up like the weather, yeah
It is such a shame that they went missing, they can’t find ’em now
Oh, I wonder how, I accidentally put them in the ground, yeah

I might be a little tipsy on your love
Makes me a little crazy but so what
You’re strumming on my heart strings, don’t be dumb
If you love your little life then don’t f*ck up

I’ll take you to the afterlife, boy if you ain’t acting right
Key your car and crash the light, hit your head I’m not polite

Then I’ll hunt down your family, let ’em know bout the tragedy
Who do it? A mystery, but you know that it, it was me, yeah

Better babe, you better treat me better
Better than those other guys who change up like the weather, yeah
It is such a shame that they went missing, they can’t find ’em now
Oh, I wonder how, I accidentally put them in the ground, yeah

I might a be little tipsy on your love
Makes me a little crazy but so what
You’re strumming on my heart strings, don’t be dumb
If you love your little life then don’t f*ck up

Don’t you mess up, don’t you mess up, baby no
Don’t be dumb boy, in your ear like a radio
All my bad girls, shake a little ass if you’re crazy
Yeah, we just having fun

I might a be little tipsy on your love
If you love your little life then don’t f*ck up

Nathaniel Rateliff – Willie’s Birthday Song Lyrics

[Intro]
This is a song we wrote for a good friend of ours
We all feel he’s done a lot for us
A lot for the world
I hope you enjoy it
We’d love for you to sing along

[Chorus]
Pass me that joint, it’s Willie’s birthday
Wipe away all of your tears
Well, the world’s gone crazy, but we still got Willie
And all the good things he’s done for us here

[Verse 1]
It was ’75, the time of the preacher
When the red-headed stranger appeared
Rode into town, blue eyes a-shinin’
His memories measured in tears

[Refrain]
Hey Nashville, hey, Austin, he’s playing the songs we hold dear
Now, for all of these years

[Chorus]
So pass me that joint, it’s Willie’s birthday
Wipe away all of your tears
Now, the world’s gone crazy, but we still got Willie
And all the good things he’s done for us here

[Verse 2]
Now Shotgun Willie wades through whiskey rivers
Living in the promised land

His heroes are cowboys, the songs they’re a-singin’
Bring joy and laughter again

[Refrain]
Hey, Georgia, New Orleans, this song’s for your native son
And all that he’s done

[Chorus]
So pass me that joint, it’s Willie’s birthday
Wipe away all of your tears
Now, the world’s gone crazy, but we still got Willie
And all the good things he’s done for us here
Pass me that joint, it’s Willie’s birthday
Wipe away all of your tears
Now, the world’s gone crazy, but we still got Willie
And all the good things he’s done for us here

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Chorus]
So pass me that joint, it’s Willie’s birthday
Wipe away all of your tears
Now, the world’s gone crazy, but we still got Willie
And all the good things he’s done for us here

[Outro]
Well, the world’s gone crazy, but we still got Willie
And all the good things he’s done for us here

Low Cut Connie – Little Queen Of New Orleans Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Coming down on Elysian fields
Coming down in six inch heels, uh-huh
Rollin’ up in a stranger’s car
Rollin’ up just to be a star, uh-huh

[Chorus]
Learned to talk like a little queen
Learned to talk like sweet sixteen
Now here she comes, pardon me
Little queen of New Orleans, alright

[Verse 2]
Used to live in a Texas town
Used to steal all your sister’s gowns, uh-huh, oh my god
Your big daddy kicked you out the door
Big daddy said this ain’t your home no more, uh-uh

[Chorus]

Learned to talk like a little queen
Learned to talk like sweet sixteen
Now here she comes, pardon me
Little queen of New Orleans, alright alright

[Verse 3]
Fast food and a little twee
And all the while with a little tease, uh-huh
I want to be with you all the while
The real thing is really goin’ out of style, uh-huh

[Chorus]
Learned to talk like a little queen
Learned to talk like sweet sixteen
Now here she comes, pardon me
Little queen of New Orleans, alright alright

Tory Lanez – Dope Boy’s Diary Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Yeah, nothin’ bigger than the Umbrella
Yeah, yeah (Perfect)
Forever, you just gotta feel me, nigga
Lil Tory (Cannon)

[Verse]
Told my bitch, “I love her”, she ain’t say it back
My heart, I can’t play with that
Fuck it, that’s that, and we made it that
Runnin’ through the trap to find my re-up, tryna make it back
BM trippin’, I’m just tryna cop my son his favorite snacks
Love from the Crip, Bloods, and GDs
Scammin’ out the bank, I made like fifty thou’ on TD
In this trap, my homeboys my heart, but shit, I gotta move greedy
Got a budget for the lawyer case I lose with this PD (Perfect)
‘Cause we tryna get more than rich, fuck the fame and all the gliss
My bitch ain’t had tits, so I bought her tits
I’m a lil’ older, so I mold her ’til I taught the bitch
Boy, I woulda swore that she was loyal ’til I caught the bitch
I won’t trust a soul, it’s just me and my pole, playin’ position
On that road, watchin’ jackboys close
Gun closer than the sirens, see if them boys try me
Bitch, I’m openin’ the fire, catchin’ bodies like corona in the virus, nigga
Weed bought the Rolex, crack bought the bussdown
Trappin’ did a home run, scammin’ did a touchdown
Thinkin’ ’bout my son now, know I gotta stay alive
‘Cause I done let him down like four times and I can’t make it five
Cops from a naked eye, watchin’ in a foreign
But we movin’ neat, the DA can’t grant them no warrants (Perfect)
The Birdman with me like Wayne in New Orleans
Rainin’ and pourin’, ragin’ and warin’
Prolly lost my bitch to an athlete
Fuck it, I’ma pull up with another bitch, mad fleek
I remember Crystal done told me I was mad weak
From that day, I never let another bitch embarrass me (Perfect)
I had to wear the same drawers
Goin’ out for weeks, a nigga stank, but this shit paid off
Flexin’ like I own the rental, nigga, I had to play it off
Hoes I put this dick off in they hole just like I’m playin’ golf
Anytime I ran up out of work I sold ’em drywall
I was broke and threw it on the scale ’cause I can’t eyeball
Homie, I just came from bein’ homeless, that’s a sidebar
That’s why with this rap shit I be focused, can’t take time off
Boy, I’m not a killer, but don’t push me, that’s on my mama
‘Cause my killers out there swimmin’ in the deep end
‘Fore he knew that nigga drowned ’cause he was deep in
Scoreboard, bitch, you playin’ on the defense
My lil’ niggas catchin’ bodies every weekend
My lil’ shooter made the movie with the sequence
Play with us and we gon’ turn that nigga pretense
In the foreign, picked him up from out the precinct
‘Cause he gon’ still put in that pressure ’til the beef ends, ayy
I wanna cheat but I’ll prolly kill her if she cheat on me
Homicidal thoughts don’t mix with Gs on me
Plus I be with Gs, homie, stick hot like ninety-eight degrees on me
Trigger finger itchy like some fleas on me
Sleepin’ on my nigga sofa, sleepin’ on the floor
I couldn’t even tell a bitch, “Come over”
Now it’s all Dior all on my body like my melatonin
Niggas took the stand, I can’t believe them boys were tellin’ on me
Street shit is hella phony, yeah
Look in my eyes, you see I’m dodgin’ all the demons
Came a long way from swipin’ fraud cards at all the Neiman’s (Perfect)
I was plottin’ and schemin’, poppin’ bad beans and shit
I thought it, then dreamed it, turned it to reality
This a fatality, killin’ any nigga sayin’ he got the same style as me
I’m the only rapper sayin’ shit with no apology
Pull up, you could holler, B
Your favorite rapper’s shit just ain’t as hot as me
Tory (Perfect)

[Outro]
Ayy, spittin’ fire in the booth
Forgiato tires on the coupe
OGs lookin’ at me like they inspired to be me, when I aspired to be you
It’s crazy but it’s true
Damn, yeah
90310 run this shit, you know what’s goin’ on, nigga
Big U, big Umbrella

Chuck Berry – Sweet Little Sixteen Lyrics

Play this song

[Chorus]
They’re really rockin’ in Boston
In Pittsburgh, PA
Deep in the heart of Texas
And ’round the ‘Frisco Bay
All over St. Louis
And down in New Orleans
All the cats wanna dance with
Sweet Little Sixteen

[Verse 1]
Sweet Little Sixteen
She’s just got to have
About a half a million
Famed autographs
Her wallet filled with pictures
She gets them one by one
Becomes so excited
Watch her, look at her run

[Verse 2]
“Oh Mommy, Mommy
Please may I go?
It’s such a sight to see
Somebody steal the show
Oh Daddy, Daddy
I beg of you
Whisper to Mommy
It’s alright with you”

[Chorus]
‘Cause they’ll be rockin’ on Bandstand
In Philadelphia, PA
Deep in the heart of Texas
And round the ‘Frisco Bay
All over St. Louis
Way down in New Orleans
All the cats wanna dance with
Sweet Little Sixteen

[Piano Solo]

[Chorus]
‘Cause they’ll be rockin’ on Bandstand
In Philadelphia, PA
Deep in the heart of Texas
And ’round the ‘Frisco Bay
All over St. Louis
Way down in New Orleans
All the cats wanna dance with, ooh
Sweet Little Sixteen

[Bridge]
Sweet Little Sixteen
She’s got the grown-up blues
Tight dresses and lipstick
She’s sportin’ high heel shoes
Oh, but tomorrow morning
She’ll have to change her trend
And be sweet sixteen
And back in class again

[Chorus]
Well, they’ll be rockin’ in Boston
Pittsburgh, PA
Deep in the heart of Texas
And ’round the ‘Frisco Bay
Way out in St. Louis
Way down in New Orleans
All the cats wanna dance with
Sweet Little Sixteen

Jay Electronica – Ezekiel’s Wheel Lyrics

Play this song

[Interlude]
We interrupt this record to bring you a special bulletin
Reports of a flying saucer hovering over the city have been confirmed
We switch you now to our on the spot reporter downtown
Uh, this John Cameron, Cameron, downtown
Um, pardon me madam, would you tell our audience, what would you do if the saucer were to land?

[Pre-Chorus: The-Dream]
We gon’ see (We gon’ see)
When that sun goes down
We gon’ see (We gon’ see)
Talk that fuck shit now
We gon’ see

[Chorus: JAY-Z & The-Dream]
Sure, billion on me right now (Right now)
Feelin’ on me right now (Right now), huh
They talkin’ to me right, hahahaha
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You in your feelings, pipe down (Pipe down)
Billin’ on me right now (Right now)
She feelin’ on me (We gon’ see), hm, hm, hm, right?
My time is right now (Right now)
I’m in the light now (Light now)
Talk to me nice (Nice)

[Verse 1: J A Y E L E C T R O N I C A]
They say it was gon’ never happen
But I survived Neverland like the Jacksons
You never swallow slanderous lies for the devil’s satisfaction
I still got my glitter gloves
I still got my glitter socks
Now I’m Moonwalkin’ on your couch with many zippers on my jacket (On my jacket)
Jay Cirque du Soleilica
I started on Tatooine but now I’m way out in Dagobah
Mastered the force, made my saber, I’m in the light now (Light now)
It’s the hour of chaos, the black steel is on me right now (Right now)
(Kill ’em with that bullshit)
Some ask me “Jay, man, why come for so many years you been exempt?”
‘Cause familiarity don’t breed gratitude, just contempt
And the price of sanity is too damn high, just like the rent
Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm, uh, uh
Sometimes I was held down by the gravity of my pen (Pen)
Sometimes I was held down by the gravity of my sin (Sin)
Sometimes, like Santiago, at crucial points of my novel
My only logical option was to transform into the wind

[Pre-Chorus: The-Dream]
We gon’ see (We gon’ see)
When that sun goes down
We gon’ see (We gon’ see)
Talk that fuck shit now
We gon’ see

[Chorus: JAY-Z, The-Dream & J A Y E L E C T R O N I C A]
Sure, billion on me right now (Right now)
Feelin’ on me right now (Right now), huh
They talkin’ to me right, hahahaha
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You in your feelings, pipe down (Pipe down)
Billin’ on me right now (Right now)
She feelin’ on me (We gon’ see), hm, hm, hm, right? (Uh, look)

[Verse 2: J A Y E L E C T R O N I C A]
I ain’t the type to let it slide or just ignore it
Whatever you want get into, my nigga, I’m here for it
I had a shot of D’Usse, now the Ace of Spades is pourin’
My vision’s twenty-twenty and the feelin’ is euphoric
If I’m not on my Harley then I’m on that Panigale
I’m smellin’ like a Marley, doin’ ninety on the on-ramp and my destiny is callin’
I represent New Orleans
My mama and my grandma and my hero uncle Charlie
I’m tryna catch a body
No, this is not a maybe, it is definitely probably
I’m gon’ give you that wasabi
Look, it could be the dance floor or right in your building lobby
It could be in Lagos or Seattle or Chicag-y
Hotel lobby Grammy after party, it’s what-avi
I’m down to catch a body
I drop a gear, I disappear, then re-appear
Then dump the clutch and wheelie down the highway
My debut album featurin’ Hov, man, this is highway robbery
It’s like I hit the lottery, I busted the piñat-y
Now I’m hot like a tamale, it’s just like I caught a body
It will be pandemonium if I show up to the party
May all my haters hit they knees and throw up in the toilet
In the twinklin’ of an eye I went from legend to historic
Catchin’ bodies after bodies
You say my name like Candyman, I’ll pop out of your closet and withdraw me a deposit
I’m loyal to Elijah just like Eric was to Godric
I’m tryna catch a body, no, no, I just caught a body
I will give you that wasabi and peel off on my Ducati (Skrrt)

[Pre-Chorus: The-Dream]
We gon’ see (We gon’ see)
When that sun goes down
We gon’ see (We gon’ see)
Talk that fuck shit now
We gon’ see

[Chorus: JAY-Z & The-Dream]
Sure, billion on me right now (Right now)
Feelin’ on me right now (Right now), huh
They talkin’ to me right, hahahaha
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You in your feelings, pipe down (Pipe down)
Billin’ on me right now (Right now)
She feelin’ on me (We gon’ see), hm, hm, hm, right?
My time is right now (Right now)
I’m in the light now (Light now)
Talk to me nice (Nice)

[Outro: James Fauntleroy]
Oh-oh-oh, hm-hm, hm
Hm-hm, hm
Hm-hm-hm
Oh, oh
Hm-hm
Oh-oh-oh, hm-hm, hm
Hm-hm, hm
Hm-hm, hm
Oh, oh
Hm-hm
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh, hm-hm, hm
Hm-hm, hm
Hm-hm-hm
Oh, oh
Hm-hm

Sam Cooke – Basin Street Blues Lyrics

Basin street, Basin street
That’s the place where my friends all meet
Down in New Orleans
In that land of dreams
And you don’t know how nice it seems

It’s dear to me, yes sir-ee
And that’s the place I am so longing to be
Where I can lose, these old Basin Street Blues
No-o-o

Basin Street, my Basin Street
Where the young and the old folk meet
Down in New Orleans
In that land of dreams
You don’t know how nice it really seems

But it’s dear to me, yes-sir-ee
And that’s the place I am so longing to be
Where maybe I can lose
These old Basin Street Blues
Oh man I’m talking about

Basin Street, Basin Street
Where the folk who know what’s happening meet
Down in New Orleans
In the land of dreams
And you don’t know how nice it seems
Just how much it really means

Dear to me, yes-sir-ee
It’s dear to me, yes-sir-ee
Can’t you see
Why I wanna lose these old Basin Street Blues
I wanna go where I can lose
These old Basin Street Blues

Ten Typ Mes – Zima Lyrics

[Zwrotka 1]
Polacy tak brzydko jak zimą wyglądają jeszcze na weselach
Ja robię ten bit zimą, myślami siedzę na Seszelach
“tak chujowo wyglądasz w czapkach”
Powiedziała mi kiedyś panna
Z plemienia czapek outkast, rr! Trauma
Myślałem, że kapelusz lepiej..
Aaaa nie
Równie dobrze mógłbym włożyć dekiel na łeb
Poniżej zera tracę styl
Ta gruba skara uwłacza mi
Ten t-shirt w spodniach, jaki wstyd
Lecz to ochrona, jest zimno zbyt
Nerki przewiane jak New Orleans po Katrinie
Za każdym razem kiedy chcę, zaimponować dziewczynie
Lewe jajo mrożone, ostrzegałem Cię
Normalnie topi się jak wielkanocne, a zimne jak faberge
Kiedy wyjmę kutasa z chłodziarki
Nie będę tęsknił za tą porą trudną
Dopóki wiosna trawniki i parki
Nie wzbogaci o roztopione gówno

Taa wtedy zatęsknię za sylwestrem
Ale jedyny mróz jaki cenię ma singiel z moim tekstem

[Refren: Ten Typ Mes & Głośny]
Młoda chodź, ogrzej
Chodź, ogrzej się

[Zwrotka 2]
Zima zimmy ya, zimmy yay, zimmy ja już
Grzeję się tym bitem i jakimś filmem, Jimmy Jarmush
Wszedłem wczoraj do klubu, spocony tak, że ratuj!
Na dworze pizda, na szyi szalik, różnica temperatur
I rumieńce i krwi streaming
Zimą chrypię od zimy, latem chrypię od klimy
Latem te chuje z wieżowców zapraszają do korpo’
Chłodzą bo pewnie z prezesów każdy tłustą jest orką
I każdy poci się tak, że ma mu wiać zimny, choćby cyklon (B)
Na dworze siedemnaście ledwie stopni, a w korpo już igloo (jest)
Nienawidzę zimno
Nie szanuję zimno
Zmraźlaka syndrom
Na Wyględów wjadę windą
I z ciepłem złapię synchro
Outdoor vs indoor?
Indoor dziwko! bingo!

[Refren]
Młoda chodź, ogrzej
Chodź, ogrzej się

[Zwrotka 3]
Wchodzę na terapię – to ogrzej gabinet
Jedziemy grać gdzieś? – topimy turbinę
Pod kołdrą z lubą – niech nie wieje mi w udo
Sala kinowa – ja w szaliku, bo klimę dokręcili śrubą
Idę na miasto – to zawsze w kufajce
Ta, teraz to ciepło, a w nocy jak zmarznę?
Rapy w kabinie – to jak studyjny prodiż
Drożdże, tam rosnę, tam możdżer, komin!

Abner Jay – Cocaine Blues Lyrics

Cocaine, Cocaine
Running round my heart
And then running
Lord, it’s running
Round my brain

I woke up this morning
I had a hungry pang
All I wanted for breakfast
Was some good old cocaine

Come here, Momma
Momma come here quick
Ol’ cocaine got me, Momma
And I’m feeling sick

Cocaine, Cocaine
Oh it’s running round my heart
And then running
Lord, it’s running
Round my brain

[Harmonica solo]

[Spoken]
I crave cocaine, Hah!
But I can’t find nothin’ here in Atlanta
‘Cause them hippies done used it all up
Hippies comin’ in here from everywhere
New Orleans and Los Angeles and all
For they said they’s happiness is good here
Police here is easy-going
But I’m tired of waking up, feeling bad every morning
Drinking this old, bad liquor
I want something to pep me up
So I’m going back down to south Georgia
Down to (?) Fitzgerald
Go to ol’ Doctor Hale’s drug store
‘Cause ol’ Doctor Hale give me what I want
Like a doctor’s supposed to do
These old doctors in Atlanta come telling me ’bout L.S.D
I don’t want none of that kid stuff
I want the real thing
Cocaine
So if any y’all know of having any
Meet me under the clothes line
‘Cause that’s where I hang out

I went out to Fitzgerald
Down to Doctor Hale
He had a sign in his window
Said, “Have none – In jail”

I walked down Elm
I walked down main
Trying to find a woman who used cocaine

Get out of here, woman
I thought you understood
You ain’t got no connection, woman
You’re no use, and no good

Cocaine, cocaine
Oh it’s running round my heart
And then running
Lord, it’s running
Round my brain

Let it run, boy
[Harmonica solo]

Oh, the doctor said
It kill horses and men
He said it kill you
But they don’t say when

I walk down Elm
I walk down Main
Tryin’ to bum a dollar
Get me some cocaine

I got a nickel
Oh, you got a dime
I’ll buy the coke, honey
You buy the wine

Cocaine, cocaine
Lord, it’s running round my heart
And then running
Lord, it’s running
Round my brain

[Harmonica solo]

Ramblin’ Jack Elliott – Candy Man Lyrics

[Verse]
Candy man been here and gone
Candy man been here and gone
Candy man, salty dog
If you can’t be my Candy man
You can’t be my salty dog
Candy man, candy man
Candy man, fatting hog
Candy man, Santa Claus
If you can’t be my candy man
Can’t be my fatting hog
Candy man, candy man
Candy man, been here and gone
Candy man, salty dog
I wish I was in New Orleans
Sitting on the candy stand
Run get the pitcher
Get the baby some beer,I’d give anything[x6]
In this god almighty world
To get my Candy man home
Candy man, salty dog
Candy man, fatting hog
Candy man, salty dog
If you can’t be my Candy man
You can’t be my man at all

Carsie Blanton – Hot Night Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It’s a hot night
And I don’t feel like sleeping
I got too much commotion
Running ’round my mind
Some kind of second sight
I see the meaning of everything
With the fever of the free and easy
In the summertime

[Chorus]
Ain’t nobody gonna give it to ya’
You got to steal it
Ain’t nobody gonna live it for ya’
So you better feel it now

[Verse 2]
It’s a hot night
I hear the dogs in the distance
I hear the men coming down the street
Pickin’ up the trash
It sounds like a fist fight
Like a squalid existence
But they’re singing in the dawning day
Like nobody asked

[Chorus]
Ain’t nobody gonna give it to ya’
You got to steal it
Ain’t nobody gonna live it for ya’
So you better feel it now

[Verse 3]
It’s a hot night
And I don’t feel like sleeping
Lying next to my lover
And I can hear his dreams
I feel like rising bread
Like a hothouse flower
Like I’m drunk on whiskey sour
Down the street in New Orleans

[Verse 4]
It’s a hot night
Lying next to my lover
And there’s nowhere tomorrow
That I need to get
So I say not quite
Don’t take this night away from me
I don’t feel like sleeping yet
I said I don’t feel like sleeping yet
Said I don’t feel like sleeping yet

Kid Ink – Do Me Wrong Lyrics

[Intro]
Squat made the beat
Go Grizz
What you do me
What you do me

[Chorus]
Whatever you do, bitch don’t do me wrong
Got me second guessing, seen the message on your phone
Whatever you do, pls don’t do me wrong
Swear I lose my mind if I ever catch you home
Whatever you do, do me wrong
Just don’t do me wrong
Whatever you do, do me wrong
Just don’t do me wrong

[Verse 1]
Just don’t do me wrong
‘Cause I may start a fight, little shit outside the home yeah
Gucci long yeah, go right up to the saloon yeah
Don’t you say I’m acting like a child bitch I’m gone yeah
They just got my mind twisted, got this blunt twisted
Took a sip out of the [?]
I been sitting catching feelings been a minute since you hit me on the jet
If you tell me that I’m really trippin’ I’mma fall back
No you ain’t a bird, I ain’t got bad taste
But I know we wasn’t in the best space
Ain’t go throw you from the curse to my [?]
I can’t let you run away and leave me last place

[Chorus]
Whatever you do, bitch don’t do me wrong
Got me second guessing, seen the message on the phone
Whatever you do, pls don’t do me wrong
Swear I lose my mind if I ever catch you home
Whatever you do, do me wrong
Just don’t do me wrong
Whatever you do, do me wrong
Just don’t do me wrong

[Verse 2]
Wait just what you want, [laid her I’mma undress ?]
[?] when I still wear that, godbless
Do you got a man that’s the number one question
Nah I might just have to step right in the [?]
Hold up, wait, ’cause you wildin’
Touch my number one and you get 99 problems
Flight late and we ain’t comin’ from New Orleans
No I got the key unlock, I’m never drown
No more fishing for them hoes ’cause they piranhas
She too close I tell her bluntly, get two rolling like Big Thomas
Baby girl this a reminder, who I was before you knew me
Don’t let me find out, what you do me

[Chorus]
Whatever you do, bitch don’t do me wrong
Got me second guessing, seen the message on the phone
Whatever you do, pls don’t do me wrong
Swear I lose my mind if I ever catch you home
Whatever you do, do me wrong
Just don’t do me wrong
Whatever you do, do me wrong
Just don’t do me wrong

[Outro]
Do me wrong
Do me wrong
[?]
Just don’t do me wrong
Hit me back

blackbear – cocaine carolina (cover) Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Morning found me lying on a floor in New Orleans
Looking like the patches was about to eat my jeans
Feeling like my belly was a warehouse for the blues
And I sure miss my sweet Cocaine Carolina
Met her on an ocean liner, called her Cocaine Carolina
She was quite a lady then and I was twenty two
God knows how much I adored her, I just could not afford her
Cocaine Carolina, how did I get hooked on you?

[Chorus]
So goodbye Cocaine Carolina, you and I are through
I’m going back to LA getting clean, what I need to do
She don’t want me for my money, she just wants my body honey
Cocaine Carolina, how did I get hooked on you?

[Verse 2]
Oh someone said if I was lucky, I could go to Kentucky
Lexington was famous for it’s strip clubs and it’s pills
Carolina oh we should get up, don’t you know we’ll have to split up
Maybe I should go back to California

[Chorus]
So goodbye Cocaine Carolina, you and I are through
I’m going back to LA getting clean, what I need to do
She don’t want me for my money, she just wants my body honey
Cocaine Carolina, how did I get hooked on you?

[Outro]
Cocaine Carolina, how did I get hooked on you?
Cocaine Carolina, how did I get hooked on you?

Daniel Caesar – Who Hurt You? Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Take me back to Georgia, back to Atlanta
Funny how present turns past
I might fly Priscilla out just for ‘Bana
So mesmerized by that ass
The way she moves it I can tell that she loves me
Nigga can’t help but to touch
Smack it ’round a bit then sip on some bubbly
Hope I’m not doing too much

[Refrain]
Strange new addictions picked up on the road
Changed my opinions and changed up my flows
Changed my approach, no more loving these hoes
And when it rains it pours, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
You make me feel so primal
That’s what I am, I’m just a man

[Chorus: Daniel Caesar & T-Pain]
Take that pussy, drop it in my lap
I love it when you move like that
Now turn around and throw it back, it back, it back
Oh-no-no-no-no-oh

[Verse 2]
Strippers out in Vegas, New Orleans too
Booties just don’t shake like Priscilla’s do
Follies on a Tuesday, not one but two
Not one stack but two
Look at all the cash I blew
Strippers out in Vegas, New Orleans too
Booties just don’t shake like Priscilla’s do
Follies on a Tuesday, not one but two
Not one stack but two
Look at all the cash I blew

[Refrain]
Strange new addictions picked up on the road
Changed my opinions and changed up my flows
Changed my approach, no more loving these hoes
And when it rains it pours, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
You make me feel so primal
That’s what I am, I’m just a man

[Chorus]
Take that pussy, drop it in my lap
I love it when you move like that
Now turn around and throw it back, it back, it back

Quavo – BIG BRO lyrics

Dun Deal on the track

Is you with me or against me? (With me or against me?)
I’m a OG now so you need me (OG, I’m a OG)
Think you poppin’ Xanax bars, but it’s Fentanyl
(No-no bars, it’s Fentanyl)
Think you’re living life like rockstars but you’re dead now (Yeah)
Let me put you under my wing
I can teach you one thing (Let me put you under my wing)
Let me put you under my wing
I can show you it ain’t all about a chain (Ayy, ayy)

I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
Say we all need a big bro (All need a big bro)
All need a big bro (All need a big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Yeah)

Show you how to get a ring on that championship team
When you get a ring, it’s a championship
Teach ’em how to get them P’s on the back of RV’s
When you get ‘cross seas, it’s a championship
Clappin’ on things like I’m in New Orleans
When I hit ’em hard I be striking them
Calling all gangs ’cause I’m right with them
You too young to be hanging out all night with them

Brrrrrrr (Ahh)
Tsh, it’s a young nigga calling my phone (Ahh)
What’s happening?
Hey big bro, them niggas just got me for my chain (Ahh)
What?
Them niggas just set me up big brother
They just got me for my chain (Ahh)
Aw man (Ahh)
Damn (Ahh)
Ay, ay, calm down, calm down, we gon’ get it back (Ahh)
Just pull up on me, tell me what happened (Ahh)

Big bro ridin’ with the tool tight (Big bro)
Big bro straight, he live the coot life (Big bro)
Been through the struggle played the rules right (Big bro)
Ain’t got nothing to prove, big bro got nine stripes (Big bro)
You out here tryna live your broke life (You, you, ayy)
You out here tryna live that GOAT life (You, you, ayy)
You gonna fuck around, take your life (You, you)
Instagram and guns just don’t go right (No, no, ayy)

I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
Say we all need a big bro (All need a big bro)
All need a big bro (All need a big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Yeah)

Lil Wayne – Don’t Cry Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
C5

[Chorus: XXXTENTACION]
Don’t cry, don’t go
Won’t lie, I fuckin’ love you
Woah!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Staring into the clouds
Am I rising or they comin’ down?
I see death around the corner
And the U-turn sign’s lookin’ like a smile
What do I do now? Who gon’ find me, how?
Nowhere to turn but around and round
Just another nigga that done lost his head
No, a fucking king that forgot his crown
I am not number one, it’s true
I’m number 9-27-82
Color blind, even if I may be blue
A lot on my plate, ain’t my favorite food
But I’m hungry, so hungry
Need my family tree next to a money tree
With a bunch of leaves in the Garden of Eden
With a bunch of Eves, no fruit punch for me
I sip from the fountain of youth
So if I die young, blame the juice
Bury me in New Orleans
Tombstone reads: “Don’t cry, stay tuned”
Bring me back to life
Got to lose a life just to have a life
But if heaven’s as good as advertised
I want a triple extension on my motherfuckin’ afterlife
Rest in paradise

[Chorus: XXXTENTACION & Lil Wayne]
Don’t cry (don’t cry, don’t cry), don’t go (why, oh why?)
Won’t lie, I fuckin’ love you
Don’t cry (don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry), don’t go (why, oh why, oh why, oh why?)
Won’t lie (don’t cry, don’t cry), I fuckin’ love you (don’t cry, don’t cry)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Talent is God-given, be grateful
Fame is not a given, be humble
And conceit is self-driven, drive carefully
Stay in your own lane, seat buckled
And sometimes when there is no music
We toot our own horns, rum-bum-bum-bum
That woman carried the future
And Tunechi was born like “dun-dun-dun-dun-dun”
Don’t call it a comeback
It was dark, now the sun back
Hit me hard, but I punched back
The wheels fell off, I rode the hubcap
Is it suicide or it’s do or die
It’s newer days and it’s bluer skies
I told myself, “It’s just you and I”
Then the breeze came and it blew my mind
Lord knows who I’m there for
I give my last breath to effort
Mama tell me to be careful
Voice in my head give me an earful
But I got mind control over my control
I lost control but knew I’d find control
I let God control what I cannot control
Can’t control the tears, let them drop and roll

[Chorus: XXXTENTACION & Lil Wayne]
Don’t cry (don’t cry, don’t cry), don’t go (why, oh why, oh why?)
Won’t lie (don’t cry), I fuckin’ love you
(Triple extension on my motherfuckin’ afterlife, rest in paradise)
Don’t cry (don’t cry, don’t cry), don’t go (why, oh why, oh why?)
Won’t lie, I fuckin’ love you (don’t cry)

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Don’t cry, stay tuned
And triple extension on my motherfuckin’ afterlife
Rest in paradise

Lloyd – Caramel Lyrics

[Chorus]
Caramel (ooh)
Dripping in my bed
Yeah you know, what’s going through my head
I’m thinking bout, getting with you tonight
I’m thinking bout, wifing you up for life
Caramel (ooh)
Dripping in my bed
Yeah you know, what’s going through my head
I’m thinking bout, getting with you tonight
I’m thinking bout, wifing you up for life

[Verse 1]
She like five-five
Group up on the East Side
She a college girl but she like the hood type
She the only jug, I need to get my mind right
I don’t got to ask, she said that it’s all mine
Had a boyfriend when I met her
But he a lame so you know I had to get her
Had to let go of my old things for her
But I don’t mind
Cause she bad, yeah she hella fine

[Chorus]
Caramel (ooh)
Dripping in my bed
Yeah you know, what’s going through my head
I’m thinking bout, getting with you tonight
I’m thinking bout, wifing you up for life
Caramel (ooh)
Dripping in my bed (dripping in my bed)
Yeah you know, what’s going through my head
I’m thinking bout, getting with you tonight
I’m thinking bout, wifing you up for life

[Verse 2]
She drippin, drippin, drippin, drippin, drippin
Like a leaky faucet
Now she got me trippin, how she grip
Damn it I done lost it
No more yola whippin, soda sippin, pimpin, trickin, flossin
Only mission is to find the right position for her body
Scottie Pippen, Michael Jordan
How she compliment my body
Jason Witten, tunnel vision
She gon catch it, feel it, toss it
Met in ATL and I brought her to New Orleans
We go together well like we caramel and chocolate

[Chorus]
Caramel (ooh)
Dripping in my bed
Yeah you know, what’s going through my head
I’m thinking bout, getting with you tonight
I’m thinking bout, wifing you up for life
Caramel (ooh)
Dripping in my bed (dripping in my bed)
Yeah you know, what’s going through my head
I’m thinking bout, getting with you tonight
I’m thinking bout, wifing you up for life

Volbeat – Marie Laveau lyrics

Dear Voodoo Queen Marie Laveau
I’m on my knees, I’m beggin’ you
Awake the fallen one in me
Thy power above all I hail

The white room on your grave I brought
Together with cigars and gold
I’ll find you at the river’s end
As the followers enter your realm

Sing, voodoo Marie, let me hear thy tone
Speak, voodoo Marie, let me hear thy tongue
Queen of New Orleans mother of the coven
Sing, voodoo Marie you’ve been called out again

Concerned about the soul I hold
In my heart I know he’s stubborn too
Awake the fallen father please
Thy power above all I hail

Sing, voodoo Marie, let me hear thy tone
Speak, voodoo Marie, let me hear thy tongue
Queen of New Orleans mother of the coven
Sing, voodoo Marie you’ve been called out again

How silent is the lonely one?
What do we see, what do we know?
Marie Laveau, I’m full of hope
Let me speak until forever more

How silent is the lonely one?
What do we see, what do we know?
Marie Laveau, I’m full of hope
Let me speak until forever more

Sing, voodoo Marie, let me hear thy tone
Speak, voodoo Marie, let me hear thy tongue
Queen of New Orleans mother of the coven
Sing, voodoo Marie you’ve been called out again
Called out again, called out again
Called out again, called out again

Lil Baby – Transporter lyrics

(feat. Offset of Migos)

[Intro: Quavo]
DJ Durel!

[Hook: Offset]
How you fit a quarter in a mattress
Get the brick and transport it through the [?]
Choppa longer than my arm, who want static
Diamonds got my wrist slit off the glasses
We got acres of cabbage
Surprised a nigga ride up on him on the [?]
We got Ks in the attic
Try to run off with a birdie, kill your daddy
How you fit a quarter in a mattress
Get the brick and transport it through the [?]
Choppa longer than my arm, who want static
Diamonds got my wrist slit off the glasses
We got acres of cabbage
Surprised a nigga ride up on him on the [?]
We got Ks in the attic
Try to run off with a birdie, kill your daddy

[Verse 1: Offset]
[?] having bass like a [?]
Throwing up the north that’s the hizzood
Pinky on froze that’s the blizzard
Pouring up a five that’s the sizzurp
Fuck her on the thot get rid of her
Yank on the dick that’s the
Freakazoid this a ice pup
Bentley been taken red guts
Throw that bitch away cause she a mutt
Fool hold a chopper on the clutch
I hold a couple mill you holding nuts
I’m on that Adderall the Chris Tucker rush
I need the Patek cause my dripping like the flood
Got a stash for the fire under the clutch
Niggas mad that I’m rich they got a grudge
Cool Maserati on my pinky
They think I’m ‘luminati I’m a [?]
Smoking nothing but Scotty got it reeking
Water on my neck to sink Lincoln
Feed the bitch meat kept vegan
I ain’t throwing something throwing [?]
I’ma fuck a thot without greeting it
Bye bye it was nice to meet the bitch

[Hook: Offset]
How you fit a quarter in a mattress
Get the brick and transport it through the [?]
Choppa longer than my arm, who want static
Diamonds got my wrist slit off the glasses
We got acres of cabbage
Surprised a nigga ride up on him on the [?]
We got Ks in the attic
Try to run off with a birdie, kill your daddy
How you fit a quarter in a mattress
Get the brick and transport it through the [?]
Choppa longer than my arm, who want static
Diamonds got my wrist slit off the glasses
We got acres of cabbage
Surprised a nigga ride up on him on the [?]
We got Ks in the attic
Try to run off with a birdie, kill your daddy

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
I done made the Forbes list last year
Made a mill I’m a dog like Shaggy
Blew up fast out the trenches
Call me 21 Savage
Diamond hitting hard move back they’ll jab you
Trapping overseas got too big for the Saks Fifth
Green Lamborghini on the way it’s the fast one
Got the bitch from Offset, Takeoff then I passed her
I believe in Jesus fear of God on my jacket
Catch them down bad we gon’ smash we gon’ [?] ’em
He give me the cash then I’m going out the back door
Word is I’m the one that’s still trapping out the bando
Flew this bitch in from LA for a day then I nut on her face, now she gone by the way
Ain’t got too much to say don’t do pillow talking
Got some killers with me, they came from Milwaukee
And my neck on the flood like I’m from New Orleans
Drop the dope in the pot hope it take to water
Praying hoping Jose make it from the border
I’m your son-in-law, [?] and fucked your daughter
I’m the head of my army got my troops in order
Got a million put up if I need a lawyer
Louis man-bag and it hold a quarter
Nigga get the fuck back ain’t got nothing for you

[Hook: Offset]
How you fit a quarter in a mattress
Get the brick and transport it through the [?]
Choppa longer than my arm, who want static
Diamonds got my wrist slit off the glasses
We got acres of cabbage
Surprised a nigga ride up on him on the [?]
We got Ks in the attic
Try to run off with a birdie, kill your daddy
How you fit a quarter in a mattress
Get the brick and transport it through the [?]
Choppa longer than my arm, who want static
Diamonds got my wrist slit off the glasses
We got acres of cabbage
Surprised a nigga ride up on him on the [?]
We got Ks in the attic
Try to run off with a birdie, kill your daddy

Leon Bridges – Mississippi Kisses lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hey, little girl
You know you stole my heart back there
I had your Mississippi kisses down at New Orleans
I had your Mississippi kisses down at New Orleans
Hey, little girl
You know you stole my heart back there
I had your Mississippi kisses down at New Orleans
I had your Mississippi kisses down at New Orleans
You, oh you
Came out here to see the big easy
But you’re going home tomorrow

[Chorus]
Pigtail sweet and with the southern charm yellow bow
Stole my heart
Hey, little girl
You know you stole my heart back there
I had your Mississippi kisses down at New Orleans
I had your Mississippi kisses down at New Orleans

[Bridge]
I may never see you again
But I will remember your love forever

[Chorus]
Pigtail sweet and with the southern charm yellow bow
Stole my heart
Hey, little girl
You know you stole my heart back there
I had your Mississippi kisses down at New Orleans
I had your Mississippi kisses down at New Orleans

[Outro]
I’ll never forget you, my babe
Oh darlin’, sweet honey
I’ll never forget you, my babe
Oh darlin’, sweet honey
Hey, little girl
You know you stole my heart back there
I had your Mississippi kisses down at New Orleans
I had your Mississippi kisses down at New Orleans

Leon Bridges – Lisa Sawyer lyrics

Ooh oh, Oooohoo oh, Oohoo ooh, Oohooho

She was born in New Orleans
New Orleans, Louisiana
Branded with the name Lisa Sawyer
Circa 1963

Grandmother was Indian
Indian
Her mother’s name was Eartha
Swift as the wind
Fierce as fire
Her father’s name was Victor
Worked two jobs to provide for his flock

She was the youngest of seven
Seven
She grew up on Louisa Street
Chaos around but inside cozy
Small but a mansion in her eyes
Eyes, eyes, mansion

Never had much money
Money
But was filthy rich
With the wealth you couldn’t get from a dark casino
Or a lottery ticket
They had love
Love, love
Rich in love

She had the complexion of
The complexion of a sweet praline
Hair long as the sea
Heart warm like Louisiana sun
Voice like a symphony
Of the most beautiful instruments, Ooh
Beautiful

At the age of sixteen
Sixteen
She found Christ at an altar
All along he was calling her name
The gospel spoken from an old wrinkly man
Man, man
Gospel

She was born in New Orleans
She was born in New Orleans
She was born in New Orleans
New Orleans

Childish Gambino – No Small Talk (feat. Kari Faux) lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama]
As time goes on (Hello?, hello?)
Your talk keeps getting smaller (Hello?, hello?)
As Childish lives in his short shorts,
He’s got no time for your short money!

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Two gold chains and I still don’t never wear ’em
Why would I wear ’em? Cheese like a camera
Spendin’ money son a bitch nigga like Sanford
I’m lookin’ in the mirror, I’m like ‘Damn, I’m so handsome’
If it ain’t ’bout that money, why a young god answer?
Ghost on my wrist (wrist), got me so Casper
Flow so cold, watch them haters get asthma
And every time we fuckin’, man she think that’s the last one

[Hook: Kari Faux (8x)]
Bitch I’m takin’ calls, no small talk

[Verse 2: Kari Faux]
Three cellphones and I still don’t ever call ’em
Why would I call ’em? Bitch you know I’m ballin’
Spendin’ money, make it bounce back like Spalding (Swish)
Got a new nigga and he say he from New Orleans
And he ain’t talkin’ money nigga, why the fuck you talkin’
All my bitches bossy, all my diamonds flossy
Rap game sriracha man you know I’m saucy
I got a white dude in Boston, he whip an Audi

[Hook: Kari Faux (4x)]
Bitch I’m takin’ calls, no small talk

[Verse 3: Childish Gambino]
Young Bino, we be mobbin’
You don’t see me, I’m on an island
These haters left us no choice
Leave the trap like so moist
Little rock like dope boys
Oh my God, I’m out of fucks
Colombian but she ain’t a plug
That’s racist
In ’96 I had K-swiss
You 96 with some fake bitch
And I 69’d with a bunch of dimes and that money talk my language
Head game so Cambridge
God damn, you dirty…
You were lettin’ me bust in it
But if they ask I plead the fifth

[Bridge: Kari Faux]
Ok this the part where I need ya’ll to make it bounce like Spalding
Make it bounce, make it bounce like Spalding
Make it bounce, make it bounce like Spalding
Make it bounce, make it bounce like Spalding
Make it bounce, make it bounce like Spalding
Got a new nigga and he say he from New Orleans

[Hook: Kari Faux]

Mr. Kelly – Just Like Always (feat. Relic) lyrics

Never f***** with me and they doubted
Even now I got hella haters
We coming out of New Orleans
That dog eat dog, its in our nature
We’re hungry for it, we’re starving
Tryna keep food on the dinner table
We started out from the bottom
Now you couldn’t get up on my level with an elevator
Used to worry about when the note’s due
Now we’re tossing money like horseshoes
We’re real you’re fake
That’s why we call y’all tofu
Say they run my city but I can out run ’em
Keep these dummies talking
You can call me Jeff Dunham
Tisk tisk and I can give a f*** about the critics
Remember when all of you second-guessed this
Now you wanna get up on the guest list
In this business you gotta want it
I cop the s*** cuz I want it
All my posters up like I’m wanted
While I’m posted up with your woman

I’ve been on me hustle all night and all day
Dem boy a gah drown dey try fi surf on our wave
Dem a talk dem s*** but me no hear what y’all say
Cause me know dey have nothing on me just like always
Homie just like always, just like always
I’ve been on my grind homie just like always
Bad mind dem a hating on me just like always
Me too busy counting money just like always
Homie just like always

Talking down when you way up
Busy stacking this paper
Me no have no time for no hater
That’s why dem man gon say I’m
Bout to act like your back
When you’re piggy backing these wack rappers
Ready to snap and I ain’t
Blowing smoke like chimney snacks
I’m all about the dough boy gimme them racks
And if you threaten the pack
Then it’s gimme the gat
Clickety clack I’ll leave you dead in your tracks
(Blap!) With these riveting raps
Shitting on these niggas like they feeding me laxatives
Crickety crack kills so stop showing your a**
Snakes in the lawn, start mowing the grass
Talking all that s*** put a hole in your a**

I’ve been on me hustle all night and all day
Dem boy a gah drown dey try fi surf on our wave
Dem a talk dem s*** but me no hear what y’all say
Cuz me know dey have nothing on me just like always
Homie just like always, just like always
I’ve been on my grind homie just like always
Bad mind dem a hating on me just like always
Me too busy counting money just like always
Homie just like always

Never really was good enough
Never really was hood enough
Now that they see me shining
Motherfuckers wanna pull the plug
Go ahead motherf***** try to knock me down
When I get back up better back up
Get your back up, better strap up
Cuz you know I’m finna act up
Hold up lemme catch my breath
I ain’t backing til mantles are plastered
With platinum plaques and the statues
Of gold gramophones
And my mattress is packed up with stacks
Upon stacks and an attractive young actress
Is giving me dome
You bastards will have to come strapped up
With excess of ammo
If you’re coming after the throne
I deserve this shit, motherf***** you don’t

I’ve been on me hustle all night and all day
Dem boy a gah drown dey try fi surf on our wave
Dem a talk dem s*** but me no hear what y’all say
Cuz me know dey have nothing on me just like always
Homie just like always, just like always
I’ve been on my grind homie just like always
Bad mind dem a hating on me just like always
Me too busy counting money just like always
Homie just like always

Cam’ron – Oh Girl (Oh Boy Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Cam’ron]
Remix! Uh huh (oh baby)
Diplomats, holla
Cash Money, huh, nothin’

[Verse 1: Cam’ron (TQ)]
When Cam saw the (girl) look at her shoes (girl)
Look at her purse (girl) all I said was (oh girl)
Look mami I’m no good, I’m so hood
You know my potential
But for you I might change my whole schedule
We’ll go shoppin’, coppin’, sweat suit juicy
Jeans theory, I don’t sweat no hoochie
I want the (girl) so she gave me the (girl)
Now I’m screamin’ out (girl, girl, girl, girl)
Huh, holla…

[Verse 2: Birdman (TQ)]
Hey, hey
See I mink my (girl) I thank for my (girl)
Than this yo (world) cause you the Bird (girl)
Mami I whip my (girl) spend chips with my (girl)
Hit the mall then girls spend chips with my cliques
See I platinum my (girl) satin sheets my (girl)
See I Gucci my (girl) chinchilla my (my girl)
Well it’s the Birdman (girl) see ya tomorrow night (girl)
Diplomat, Roc-A-Fella, too much money for ya, yeah

[Verse 3: Jim Jones (TQ)]
Well pardon me (girl) but I’m tryin’ to slide (girl)
Get drunk and high (girl) and not just the minimal
Ma you dealin’ with some criminals
And we always wear heaters
Them wife beaters and icy white speakers
Plus, I like (girl) that only like (girl)
That don’t make ’em dike (girl) but that make ’em my (oh girl)
Ooh, I can’t believe what I said
You won’t believe what I said
Until I have to catch 3 in the bed, holla

[Verse 4: Birdman (TQ)]
I love the Miami (girl) them N-Y (girl)
Them L.A. (girl) and them New Orleans (oh girl)
See them Boston (girl) and them D type (girl)
A-T-L, pimp, let’s get money girl
I like them Benzes (girl) them Lexus (girl)
Cadillacs nice (girl) Smith & Wesson my (oh girl)
Big coupe for the (girl) Lexus dupe for the (girl)
Get a Benz with them bubble eye lens for my (girl)

[Verse 5: Cam’ron (TQ)]
Killa, Killa, Killa
What about them Chi-town (girl) and them Harlem World (girl)
And them H-Town (girl) and them Seattle (oh girl)
It’s the Birdman (girl) and the Byrd Gang (girl)
Be prepared for brain, then you can wear the chain (my girl)
A thousand grams you carryin’, B
This way I can see if you can carry a ki
I’m from the valet, carried the key to carry a V
Married a G, now you carryin’ me (don’t play yourself)
C’mon (girl) go on now (girl)
And so on, and so on, and so on now (oh girl)
Relax, relate, release just chief
And you’ll be at peace, that’s how I reached my (girl)

[Verse 6: Jim Jones (TQ)]
Well let me talk to the (girl) cause if she walk about my way dogs
I got no choice but talk to the (oh girl)
For every (girl) in the ghetto that get some change
Cop a pair of stilettos and do they hair and look special (oh girl)
I’m in love with ya gangsta
But trust me girl, you gon’ be in love with this gangsta
So I’m lookin’ for the (girl)
So I can hook up with the (girl, girl, girl, girl)
And them brains have me screamin’ out “girl!”

[Verse 7: Birdman (TQ)]
Hey, hey, hey
See I Louie my (girl) bought rims for my (girl)
Bought tires for my (girl) new lens for my (oh girl)
Cartiers for my (girl) then I braided my (girl)
6 drop-top coupe no kit on the
See I lifted my (girl) car chauffeur my (girl)
Two-seater my (girl) new Beamer my (oh girl)
And then I flip my (girl) then I dip my (girl)
Me and Cam hit the block in them (girl girl girl)

[Verse 8: Jim Jones (TQ)]
Fuck the talkin’, not too much that the Jones can say
But baby girl are you goin my way, listen (girl)
Let’s get missin’ (girl)
I’ma hit you with the keys and I’ll let you whip it
Not to be so cocky and rude
My chains are platinum, my rocks they are huge (oh girl)
So, let ya thong be showed and ya top you can lose
And come cruise in the drop with no shoes

[Verse 9: Cam’ron (TQ)]
Killa, Killa
What about boricua (girl) Dominicana (girl)
My black miss (girl) my Saks Fifth (oh girl)
My crack flip (girl) my wrap wrist (girl)
Don’t act shit, don’t take jack shit
My stylin V (girl) my island V (girl)
My seven jeans (girl) it’s a f’in’ mean world (oh girl)
But it’s the boy, that flip the (girl)
So after I flip the girls, get back at the boy, Killa (yeaaah)

[Outro: Cam’ron (TQ)]
Uh huh, it’s nothin’ man
Cash Money, Diplomats, TQ, Jim Jones (oh girl, oooh yeah)
Baby, Killa the Don… (yeaaah)
You know, you know hoe money is slow money but it’s sho’ money
Harlem, New Orleans
It’s nothin’ man, Santana, Freekey (oh girl, yeah, yeah)
Weezy I see’s you man, holla

[Outro: Birdman]
Roc-A-Fella, we get money pimp
You understand, Weezy Weezy baby
Holla at yo’ boy! You know?
Let’s get the chop cross the chips and get the bricks with them…
C’mon, let’s get money pimp
Wooo! T-Qeezy my baby!
You know? I’m lookin’ for a girl, you understand
That can break me off and give me somethin’ lovely, HOLLA!

Curren$y – Billy Ocean

[Intro: Curren$y]
Yeah, everybody should have their joints lit
Yeah, roll another one up while I’m smokin’, keep it goin’
Money and the power and some more shit, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Roll another one up while I’m smokin’, keep it goin’
Money and the power and some more shit, we stayin’ in motion
Never will I get into no hoe shit, I’m not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin’, motherfuckin’ Billy Ocean

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
You can act like you don’t know, Spitta and Cardo
Bullet proof German coupe car doors close, take photos
Car shows in my lo-lows
My sixty-four ride slow, bumpin’ Snoop Dogg, blowin’ dolo
It’s like a fog machine done went off in my car yo
Pull up after all the bars close to the civilians, underground casinos
For the real ones, you would suffocate in the buildin’
Last one tried to infiltrate I think they, I’d rather not say
Money on the plate like I never ate, not a crumb finna go to waste
Chevy crates tear the Interstate up where I stay
Muscle cars do the figure eights where I play
Live from New Orleans, rollin’ weed from the Bay
RIP Nate Dogg, smoke weed everyday
Livin’ out what I say on these albums and tapes

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Roll another one up while I’m smokin’, keep it goin’
Money and the power and some more shit, we stayin’ in motion
Never will I get into no hoe shit, I’m not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin’, motherfuckin’ Billy Ocean

[Bridge: Curren$y]
Yeah, act like you don’t know, Spitta and Cardo
Money and power and some more shit, we stayin’ in motion
Never will I get into no hoe shit, I’m not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin’, nigga Billy Ocean

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Nigga whatchu know, that original dope flow
Stained glass cathedral ceilings and marble floors
Hustle hard to afford, I work for it
Sports cars I drive slow, I’ma show off
Sucka bring his hoe, he got his hoe tossed
He cried alone in his car as he drove off
Highed up as I float on, they gon’ have to call the fuckin’ coast guard, shit

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Roll another one up while I’m smokin’, keep it goin’
Money and the power and some more shit, we stayin’ in motion
Never will I get into no hoe shit, I’m not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin’, mother fuckin’ Billy Ocean

[Outro: Curren$y]
Yeah never will I get into no hoe shit, nope, I’m not for it
Money and the power and some more shit
We stay in motion, never will I get into no ho shit, I’m not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin’, nigga Billy Ocean
Yeah, yeah, yeah, not for it

Curren$y – Billy Ocean Lyrics

[Intro: Curren$y]
Yeah
Everybody should have their joints lit
Yeah
Roll another one up while I’m smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
Yeah
Yeah

[Hook: Curren$y]
Roll another one up while I’m smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I’m not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin’
Mother fuckin’ Billy Ocean

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
You can act like you don’t know
Spitta and Cardo
Bullet proof German coupe car doors close
Take photos
Car shows in my lo-lows
My sixty-four ride slow bumping Snoop Dogg
Blowing dolo
Its like a fog machine done went off in my car yo
Pull up after all the bars close
To the civilians
Underground casinos for the real ones
You would suffocate in the building
Last one tried to infiltrate I think they
I’d rather not say
Money on the plate like I never ate
Not a crumb finna go to waste
Chevy crates tear up the interstate where I stay
Muscle cars do the figure eights where I play
Live from New Orleans, rolling weed out the Bay
RIP Nate Dogg, smoke weed everyday
Living out what I say
On these albums and tapes

[Hook: Curren$y]
Roll another one up while I’m smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I’m not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin’
Mother fuckin’ Billy Ocean

[Bridge: Curren$y]
Yeah
Act like you don’t know
Spitta and Cardo
Money and power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I’m not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floating
Nigga
Billy Ocean

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Nigga whatchu know
That original dope flow
Stained glass cathedral ceilings and marble floors
Hustle hard to afford, I work for it
Sports cars I drive slow, Imma show off
Sucka bring his ho, his ho tossed
He cried alone in his car as he drove off
High up as I float on
They gon’ have to call the fuckin’ coast guard
Shit

[Hook: Curren$y]
Roll another one up while I’m smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I’m not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin’
Mother fuckin’ Billy Ocean

[Outro: Curren$y]
Yeah never will I get into no ho shit
Nope, I’m not for it
Spitta and Cardo
Money and the power and some more shit
We stay in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I’m not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floating
Nigga
Billy Ocean
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Not for it

G Herbo – Shook

[Intro]
Yeah
G Herbo
You already know what it is, man, you know what the fuck it is
Soon as the beat come on instant kill, body
Homicide on the beat
I feel like Juelz mixed with Wayne
Mixed with Kiss mixed with Styles
Mixed with motherfucking Cam and Puff
Puff cause I’ma talk that shit
Mixed with Pac and Biggie, Hov
Everybody hol’ on
Look

[Verse]
I tell ’em look when I got ’em shook
Before I kill him when I gotta kill him
Since a infant I had been that nigga, word to auntie Linda
I was too gangsta for a Gerber boy
I had Gerbert on and Polaroids
If you can get the picture
I wasn’t rich I had to risk it, try and glit my wrist up
Went for a bitch, it wasn’t shit for me to get my dick sucked
I fuck bitches look like Kylie Jenner but they lips way thinner and don’t go on dinners
I did my shit somewhere so I repent if i was born a sinner
I ball hard and rock fox furs in the winter
2000 I go spent my (?) dinner
This that shit A Boogie rap about yeah they my niggas
They say Don dropped a new check while he getting bigger
And i’m the type of nigga that follow my intuition i shoot you get to twitching
I gotta kill or you might get to snitching
You niggas bitches had to man up and take gifts of christmas lists
Ain’t go to school i was skipping ditching i didn’t listen
I started pitching had experiments up in the kitchen
Try not to breath in i thought it felt like we was sniffing
Re-up we thought we was tripping profits started tripling
We got this bitch sold up from Stoney to Lake Michigan
If he toast up we like so what when we face off with the (?) got big shit when you pullin out they like hol’ up
Mini choppers that fold up like A Lamborghini with the doors up
Fast car G Swervo in the V 12 and before i leave the house pick that pole up
Roll up
I seen niggas froze up, had they homie oozing on the ground left him dead cause they ain’t do what they said
Im just on the bread, niggas ain’t worth shit i walk alone instead
I don’t know who want me dead eyes behind my head
I had spent (?) what was on my head
They wanna get me out outty i’m just getting older
And i don’t take for granted pray i get it lower
They keep moving low profile presidential like a soldier postar
Make the best in ups and downs in life like a rollercoaster
Know my grandma looking down on me shining like a postar
Know your baby getting older and i’m getting older
Sorry my heart getting colder niggas getting hoe’r but i know you see i did all that i said that i was gonna
Made all the sacrifices even when i ain’t wanna
Momma living out 5 outta 4 some i was somewhere like 100 floors up
Ran up a Quater mill on a tour bus, Roley my wrist, Wraith to M6
Early i was fucking off chasing and shit, you ain’t know young niggas getting reckless like this
Any nigga that diss me on a record and shit and spit facts
They lying on wax
Homies rolling over, i need a stash house spot money rolling over
I been that shit since Averex .. Motarolas
And i cleaned up like 8 jacks call the corner clean pull up Maybach shorties call the corners
Kid ain’t have no clean summers we was always warm
I ain’t have no clean sneakers cause i always wore
And stop getting good grades i was in the hall way more
When my class walked across the stage i was in California smoking California
Ain’t have to get up early mornings, fuck Tom Jordan
Shout out Nino i was fucking with M Tray when they was in New Orleans

G-Eazy – Eazy (At VEVO) (Live)

[Hook]
Easy, easy
Pull out your heart to make the being alone (yeah)
Easy, easy (talkin’ to my younger self)
Pull out your heart to make the being alone

[Verse 1]
Dear Gerald, you’re fourteen years and a truant
You’re trying to find your place, and figure out where you fit
You’re finna start rappin’ with a kid you went to school with
But, more on that later, right now you’re going through it
See, you’re going to have to prove that you ain’t soft and you’re not stupid
And you gon’ have to scrap with some kids that you ain’t cool with
You got a short temper, just be careful when you lose it
You wanna be the man, but it’s gon’ take some time to prove it
You’ll fall in love, but she’s gon’ break your heart and put you through it
Fuck falling for that bullshit, you gon’ fall in love with music
You’re finna get arrested, almost fuck around and lose it
Spend days in juvy standing at the window, looking through it
Nothing in life is promised, not even free-time is
So, only chase dreams, and only chase commas
Won’t happen on its own, trust, trust, we’ve been through it

[Pre-Hook]
If it was easy, everyone would do it
This game is not…

[Hook]
Easy, easy (Eazy)
Pull out your heart to make the being alone
Easy, easy
Pull out your heart to make the being alone

[Spoken]
I mean, I was fucking up
I was seventeen, I was eighteen, just doing dumb shit
My moms made me move to New Orleans and shit, I went to school down there on a scholarship
I finally got my shit together, I started taking music seriously
Then it started to kinda pop off a little bit, almost

[Verse 2]
Dear Gerald, 21, you think you’ve got it figured out
Got a big head from them labels trying to bring you out
‘Til they passed on you, they ain’t see what they was missing out
On, that flight home gave you some shit to think about
Scrambling trying to figure out, went back to the drawing board
Know they say rejection’s only supposed to make you want it more
But, no lie, you contemplating quitting, walking out the door
But, what the fuck you supposed to do? This is all you’re living for
Really it was that and Dev, that was all you had
Paying rent by engineering other rappers at the pad
Barely getting by, hella broke, you was doing bad
Then “These Things Happened”, you finally seen a bag
You drove down the highway, a fork in the road
A normal life with her, or going for broke?
I seen an open lane and I drove straight through it

[Pre-Hook]
If it was easy, everyone would do it
This game is not…

[Hook]
Easy, easy
Pull out your heart to make the being alone
Easy, easy
Pull out your heart to make the being alone

[Spoken]
I literally sold all my shit
I moved out of my place in New Orleans
I was bouncing around, living out of a suitcase
Crashing on friends’ couches
Living at air B&Bs and hotels
Trying to make the album
Trying to make When It’s Dark Out
If I could take it there, that’d be great

[Verse 3]
Dear Gerald, life changed since you dropped your second album
And Me, Myself & I just went 7x Platinum
Toured around the world, damn, you really had ‘em
But now you’re 27 and it’s time to be a legend
Back when it all started, grinding hard on that promo tour
Tired from the night before and the night before and the night before
Fuck it, tomorrow, gotta fly some more
Don’t complain, this is what you signed up for
You’re working for your family, managers, agents
They all want something different from you, tell them all patience
But, this one’s on you, the lonely quest of greatness
Been trying to be famous, been trying to be A-list
When you arrive, it will appear as if there’s nothing to it
But, you planted the seeds and you grew it
There’s people taking credit for success that they had nothing to do with

[Pre-Hook]
If it was easy, everyone would do it
This game is not…

[Hook]
Easy, easy (Eazy)
Pull out your heart to make the being alone
Easy, easy
Pull out your heart to make the being alone

[Spoken]
So now you’re here
What you gon’ do with it?
You know?

[Verse 4]
Make no mistake, listen it’s the life that I was chosen for
All I prayed for was an open door
I’ve been rich, I’ve been broke before
I’ve seen the floor
You try to put me in a box, I’ll box out like Okafor
And fuck being indecisive now I’m so for sure
And fuck Trump, it’s like “What the fuck we voted for?”
And most of y’all should probably party less and focus more
And if that line resonates, you’re probably who I wrote it for
Where will I go from here? "IDK"
They want me to architect Rome, in a day
Juice knew I was greatness when he looked at me
Right away, I’ve made platinum records that’ll never see the light of day
This is what the whole world’s been waiting for
The crowd’s jumping, going dumb till they break the floor
Come take a walk inside my mind, come and take a tour
I’m really not playing, what the fuck you take me for?

[Hook]
Easy, easy
Pull out your heart to make the being alone
Easy, easy
Pull out your heart to make the being alone
Easy
Easy
Easy

Lil Wayne – Blackin Out (feat. Euro)

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Six shit
Ay yah yah yah yah yah yah yah
Six nigga, Dedication six niggas
Six nigga, six nigga, Dedication six niggas
Six nigga, sick nigga, sick six shit nigga

[Verse 1: Euro + Lil Wayne]
I hear y’all new shit and I cringe (I cringe)
Your girlfriend likes me and my friends (My friends)
If we hit it, that oui is not French (Not French)
I’m anti-social, pardon my tints (My tints)
We left eleven, not 11 AM (Yeah)
Raw papers full of peas, cups full of mayhem (Yeah)
We all wavy, I’m just sort of on a different wavelength (Yeah)
See they more like superstars, I’m more like Super Saiyans
Bein’ the greatest ever is my destiny skills
Since a child, I focused on my Cali b [?] and Michelle (Okay)
Sittin’ back, getting head from Mademoiselle
Tryna’ put every ghetto kid with a dream in my will
Dedicated to you to you for the 6th time, killed it on 5th one
Now they say I’m big time
While them niggas skipped lunch,I learned how to skip lines
I learned how to kick, punch, power through to get mine
Used to fuck with Sega, my uncle had a pasia
I knew this drug king-pin that tried to run for Mayor (skrt!)
Posted on the back-blocks talking player-player
If she bad and I am greata’, get her unlimited data
They tryna’ build a wall, man my dogs gon’ hate that shit
And build underground railroads, so the Maybachs fit, yeah
We in the game but we don’t play that shit
Cover your soul before they take that shit
Young

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Right nigga, wrong nigga, dope nigga, ill nigga
Rich nigga, polo nigga, house bigga’ bills
Bigga’ sick nigga, hill nigga, lit nigga, chill nigga
Racks nigga, real bigga’, Shaq bigga’, lil’ nigga
Facts nigga, trill nigga, tax nigga, still nigga
Coke on coke nigga, slopes nigga, hills nigga, joke nigga
No nigga, clip figure, quick trigger, thick strippers
I ain’t into stick figures, make signals, O.J. with the brick
Nigga run through the white
Nigga, O.J. on my wrist, nigga that’s Sunny D-Light
Nigga, diamonds in my teeth, Shawty like the pearly whites
Nigga, straight from New Orleans, like a plate of dirty rice
Nigga, bought a lot of art, and I bought a lot to snort, hey
Beat around her bush, right up there we beat the court case
Talkin’ boutta a war, that’s a convo’ at the bar, wait
Drugs in the Broncos start the motherfuckin’ Huss race
I take off fom Urden, take your bitch up into MySpace
I tell her keep her mouth shut
And if not I got some Scottish tape
Gotta keep the lock-safe, referring to the safe-lock
The shells fallin’ to the ground, shakin’ make you do the James Brown
I still wear the same crown, light-skin or light-brown
I still dick her right down, hit her with the pipe bounce
Some niggas like flight crowns
Some niggas like to fight vessels
Some niggas got the right time, if you’re asking me
I say "Time will tell"
Some niggas think they icons, some bitches think that I cast em’
Niggas got an iPhone, some niggas had a SkyTel
Niggas really pythons, I’m watching out for myself
Tattoos, black skin, red eyes, blonde hair
Lyin’ here, lookin’ like "aww, yeah", lawn chair
Chop right off a Con air land it on the Timeshare
I will, Versace eye-wear, feelin’ like top shelf
Cool is two L’s and rock bells, hot as Scottsdale
Bombshell

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Blackin’ out, blackin’ out, we on the drugs
Blackin’ out, blackin’ out, blackin’ out, blackin’ out
All the guns, blackin’ out, blackin’ out, black-black-blackin’ out
On the run, actin’ out, actin’ out, actin’ out, actin’ out (Bow!)
Yeah, blackin’ out, blackin’ out, we on the drugs
Blackin’ out, blackin’ out, blackin’ out, blackin’ out
All the guns, blackin’ out, blackin’ out, black-black-blackin’ out
On the run, actin’ out, actin’ out, actin’ out
That’s some slick shit

Miguel – Now Lyrics

[Verse 1]
CEO of the free world now
Build your walls up high and wide
Make it rain to keep them out
That won’t change what we are inside

[Pre-Chorus]
Pick the fruit of your labor
Cultivate, plant your seeds now and watch them grow
Man, I’ll holla at you later
Let you find out what you’re made of
Just saying…

[Chorus]
Is that the look of freedom, now?
Is that the sound of freedom, now?
‘Cause it’s plain to see a man’s integrity
By the way he treats those he does not need
And it’s time we talk about it
Let’s not waste our common ground
We will fall for standing and watching, all in silence
Dear Lord, are we numb? Where we going right now?

[Hook]
No, not later, la, la, la, la, later
Oh, right now, oh, right now
Now, not later, no, not later
La, la, la, la, later
This can’t wait, no

[Verse 2]
CEO of the free world now
Should we teach our children hatred?
Chase the innocent, and shoot them down
It’s like we’re still running races
I’m just saying…

[Chorus]
Is that the look of freedom, now?
Is that the sound of freedom, now?
‘Cause it’s plain to see a man’s integrity
By the way he treats those when he don’t need them
And it’s time we talk about it
Let’s not waste our common ground
We will fall for standing and watching, all this silence
Dear Lord, are we numb? Where we going right now?

[Hook]
No, not later, la, la, la, la, later (La later)
No, right now, No, right now
Now, not later, no, not later
La, la, la, la, later
Oh right now, oh right…

[Bridge]
Now, now, now
Now, now, now
Now or never, we can work together
Now, now, now
Now, now, now
We only suffer what we allow

Now, now, now
For all the people
In Puerto Rico
Way down in Houston
For Flint, Michigan
For Standing Rock, oh!
Way down in New Orleans
For all of the dreamers
The black lives that we’ve lost right now
Now, now
This can’t wait, no
Oh, right now
Now, now, now, now
Now, now, now

[Outro]
We are the look of freedom, oh
We are the sound of freedom
We are the look of freedom
We are the sound of freedom