Sofiane – I Need Money Lyrics

[Couplet unique]
I need money
On est pas des businessman on est le business man
J’suis un ogre, j’suis Duncan
Comme mon flow toxicomane
J’achète ma [XXX] ma nourriture chez Bricomarché
J’suis bankable à la Fnac voilà le pack freestyle
Puis y’a Fianeso y’a la bac j’les froisse sous HAK RABAK
I need money
On s’arrache en vitesse man on s’achète une ile d’Espagne
Man on voit le hagar (todo bem todo bem) c’est clic paw
Elle baise pas Dubaï [XXX]
T’es vraiment un bâtard
Mec du 9-3 tu nous connais pas kidnapping ni rançon
L’week-end on va pêcher s’taper des gros joints sur Rire & Chansons yeah
I need money
Man on arrive et tout saigne on casse la gueule à Bruce Wayne
À tous ceux qui r’gardent aux f’nêtres
Bicravent bécanes dès qu’on les range tu sors
Man t’es parti man tu nous snobes man t’as changé d’puis qu’tu manges du porc
On fait pas semblant d’être pauvres tu veux voir mes crocs touche ton momento
J’voulais d’jà du bif quand on m’appelait Migo qu’j’mettais du Pento
I need money
Man on vient pas d’la campagne on aime s’la foutre au champagne

J’suis déterminé comme une menace de mort par texto
Si sur Paname j’ai faim j’appelle Callaghan on s’achète un resto
J’suis en vacances du mardi au mardi c’est parti
I need money studio Publition Record Secret Society
I need money
On est pas des businessman on est le business man
[XXX] les g’noux dans l’9-3 prend les bails de p’tits cadeaux
Pour les bails de p’tits ragots on habite à Chicago
Man quand j’quitte le territoire aux frontières de Paname j’en prend une qui crie
Un 2 litres de multifruits un litron d’pilon au duty free (yep)
I need money
I need money
I need money

[Outro]
Fréro tout même la rafale on l’anticipe
Man dans l’illégal on a tellement d’disciples
Amorti les balles sur ma punchline d’ici
Fiansoman ton flow j’vais l’prendre bessif
Fréro tout même la rafale on l’anticipe
Man dans l’illégal on a tellement d’disciples
Amorti les balles sur ma punchline d’ici
Fiansoman ton flow j’vais l’prendre bessif
I need money, I need money, I need money

Big Baby Scumbag – Bruce Wayne Lyrics

[Chorus]
Bitch I feel like Bruce, Batmobile like Bruce
Black on black my main ho, velvet on my shoe
Robin he gon’ shoot, wait, Harley Quinn my boo
Bitch I feel like Bruce Wayne, Batmobile my coupe
Bitch I feel like Bruce, Batmobile like Bruce
Black on black my main ho, velvet on my shoe
Robin he gon’ shoot, wait, Harley Quinn my boo
Bitch I feel like Bruce Wayne, Batmobile my coupe

[Verse]
Play my cards like Joker do, got chips just like poker do
Hater blocker, peek at you, canary look like Pikachu
Your bitch way too close to me, she say she been way over you
No you can’t get shit from me, see right through me like curtains do
Bitch I’m headed to the top and that shit been way overdue
My neck look like Mr. Freeze, okay ho this ain’t nothin’ new
Ninety-five, that’s on my feet and my bitch born in ’92
Gold grills they all in my mouth and your shit lookin’ kinda fool

[Chorus]
Bitch I feel like Bruce, Batmobile like Bruce
Black on black my main ho, velvet on my shoe
Robin he gon’ shoot, wait, Harley Quinn my boo
Bitch I feel like Bruce Wayne, Batmobile my coupe
Bitch I feel like Bruce, Batmobile like Bruce
Black on black my main ho, velvet on my shoe
Robin he gon’ shoot, wait, Harley Quinn my boo
Bitch I feel like Bruce Wayne, Batmobile my coupe

Laas Unltd. – Science Fiction Patterns Lyrics

[Verse 1: Laas Unltd.]
Ich bin dein All-Access
Backstage-Ticket für die Hölle und zurück
Schür’ das Feuer wie im Backdraft
Best-Kept-Secret-Flow
Libero der Backpack-Nationalelf
Steig schneller hoch als Nasdaq-
Kurven, das’s mein Best-Trick-Contest
Explicit Content, Es fesselt dich, Hashtag: Bondage
Top Ten Spitta, für die Charts zu komplex
Komplett kontrovers diskutiert, kein Konsens
Kongenialer Veteranen-Newcomer
Ganz normal Millionär wär ich bezahlt wie Fussballer – Barscheck
Jeder Schein Marsmensch-
Grün, fühl mich wie in Star Trek – Voyager
Feuernder Killa, der aus Spaß spielt – Jigsaw
Flagship Store, ich nehm die ganze Kollektion mit
Flowswitch – Hip Hop Blockbuster
Rap-Boxkampf-Arena-Lichtspot
Ich bin High-Definition, rhyme Science-Fiction Pattern
Meine Zeit tickt umgekehrt in Slow-Mo
Go-Go-Gadget-o Arm, greif mein Mojo
Monumental erbaut, Haut glänzt wie beim Robo-
Cop, ich photoshop mich in Schallgeschwindigkeit weit weg aus der Wohnung
Millenium Falke, flieg high wie Han Solo
Oder Lando Calrissian, transformier mich zum Spitta
Sie zittern am Körper wie Schüttelfrost
Dein Mückenkopf grosses Gehirn wird in Stücke geboxt
f**k ich bin nicht wie Boy Bands, ich mach B-Boy Stance
Kein Beamer-Benz, doch zerleg Beats wie Lloyd Banks, Freeze
Kälter als n’ Pinguin, explosiv wie Cobra 11
Gegen mich muss Bruce Wayne noch dues payen – Jokerface
Radio-aktiv, Alphabet-Plastik-Chirurgie
Intergalaktischer MC, die Macht ist mit mir jetzt
Learjet hoch, kein Thron doch Firmen-Chefsessel
Vier-Spur Session, Hunger wie ein Rookie
Noch mehr Funk als Bootsy Collins, Models erblassen
An der Schönheit der Musik, Ich baller wie ne Uzi
Um mich rum im Sechseck, Kamikaze-Crashtest
Ihr habt nicht mit mir gerechnet, doch ich bin zurück!

Ebenezer – Faith Lyrics

[Chorus]
Tell me what would you say
Would you call me Biggie Smalls if I lose Faith?
Heaven knows I ain’t making it past Tuesday
Wonder why I lose faith?
Yeah, wonder why I lose faith?
Picking up loose change
Got me picking up loose change, yeah
Bad man without a Bruce Wayne
Wonder why I lose faith?
Wonder why I lose faith? yeah
I’ll tell you why I lose faith, yeah

[Verse]
I ain’t got faith and religion, it just feel phony
Don’t phone me
I miss Sunday service on purpose, I’m just tryna be Kobe
Tryna ball like Lebron, tryna get in with my homies
So tell me why do I still feel lonely?
Tryna talk to God but he only works weekends, yeah
I’m drownin’ in the deep end, ah
No side, born up on the East End, yeah
Put my foot up underworld to lead fire with the footwork
(Punch it, yeah)
Some move work (pop it, get it)
This tone you can u-surp
I’m doin’ the [crad?]
How you doin’? curtain ain’t the muddiest (muddiest)
Put my foot up under water

[Verse]
Tell me what would you say
Would you call me Biggie Smalls if I lose Faith?
Heaven knows I ain’t making it past Tuesday
Wonder why I lose faith?
Yeah, wonder why I lose faith?
Picking up loose change
Got me picking up loose change, yeah
Bad man without a Bruce Wayne
Wonder why I lose faith?
Wonder why I lose faith? yeah
I’ll tell you why I lose faith, yeah

Aidan Fine – Rabbit Hole Lyrics

[Chorus]
I’m in a rabbit hole
I spend with you
Every time I open up
I guess I fall right through
I’m in a rabbit hole, yeah

[Verse 1]
I don’t trust these women
They could never catch me slipping
I don’t trust these women
They could never catch me slipping
Until I fell for you
I guess I lost myself
Deep inside my point of view
Period, I told you how I felt
And now I’m feeling it
I feel like you don’t feel you
Been on my mind
But for a long damn time
I’m tryna get you out of it
I’m different from these other guys
Who tryna get you out of it
Your outfit, I’m proud of it
I know thyself, myself included
My cells polluted with Judas’ juices
I betrayed my self-trust
By ignoring intuition
Self-admission that my system isn’t pristine
Cells imprisoned by my lack of vision
And you don’t see it, do you?
At least you’re loyal to your man
But you don’t need him, do you?
Every time I talk to you
I’m falling deeper through you
I’m in the rabbit hole now
Let’s rewind time to before I even knew you

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I can’t love these women, man they really got me tripping
I can’t love these women, man they…
Look, our cocoon never made it
How come you spun the web?
Google search my name
Tyna understand my fame
Or my lack of it
My first cousin asking why I’m rapping by the dozens
And never dropping any bakers
You’re overrated, and I agree
Lucretius told me that
I’m top 10 in Africa; I disagree
My cup runneth in my own lane
Mixing up my metaphors
I’m Superman with no Lane
She at Bruce Wayne’s crib tonight
But they have gang fights
He a blood and she a crip tonight
Girl, you should end it
Are you happy?
That’s an honest question
I hate relationships
With lopsided obsession
Perfectionism is my only one true blessing
Cos I ain’t got it, so my life circles around perfection
I’m falling down the rabbit hole
Learning my last lesson

[Chorus]

[Outro: Courtney McCaulay]
Look, I don’t know what to say to you
I can feel that we’re drifting
And it’s hurting you
It’s hurting me too
But why do we need to hurt?
I don’t wanna hurt

Jaden – Electric Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jaden Smith]
Man I met her on Monday
Went on Twitter, had her number by Tuesday
That’s how I get it usually
Batman, black man on this Bruce Wayne
Please don’t confuse me
You chilling on Wednesday
Come with me I don’t care what your friends say
I’m running on empty
No worries, we goin’ hop up on the Bentley
I rub your thigh gently
X-Man he resenting me
You wanna meet my moms on Friday
I said sorry that’s my day
Kick it on the sly or the highway
And I bring us to the next thing
And you trynna check me
Telling I ain’t text her
Communication, homie trust me i’m an expert

[Hook: Willow Smith]
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love

[Bridge]
It’s that electricity
Don’t care about your ethnicity
Girl let’s get busy (busy, busy)
Girl let’s get busy (busy, busy)

[Verse 2: Jaden Smith]
I haven’t seen you in some months
My friends tell me that you’re spun off of summer
Glad you’re having fun
But girl tell me when it’s done
Cause I know that imma get it when it comes
Well baby girl you can’t run
Cause you know I pay attention when it rung
It was only three times little mommy
I ain’t stupid, I ain’t dumb
Imma wait until you come to papi
Make you fall in love
Lady you can’t stop me
You wanted other guys
Sorry, they can’t top me
Cause I’m still a movie star
Even if they flop, see
I’m not cocky, i’m confident
And I don’t see anything wrong with it
Well all your friends here girl they non-legit
I’m non-offensive
Let’s get on with this
It’s all electric

[Hook]
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love

[Verse 3: Jaden Smith]
Had to stop in the middle of the hook
Cause baby girl you got me hooked
Know you sexy I ain’t even got to look
Cause girl I read you like a book
Now please girl tell me what you took
Put a red, bottom of your foot
And you chilling like a model in the cut
J, do you pop bottles in the club?
No, I don’t like the party and the owner of the club
No, I don’t really listen to it unless it’s a
Love song, now she trynna fight
Jaden put your gloves on
What a waste of water
We already had the tub going
Little better than the last fight
Little harder than the first one
Zone out when the hook here
Go crazy when the verse come
Gone when the worst come
Instagraming when your shirts come
And she said she Norwegian
Been a minute since I’ve been up in that region
And girl stop teasing
Camera flash, I ain’t really do cheesing
And a joker straight steezing
Come to see you
I don’t need to have a reason
And wear all black
Feeling like a seasoning
And if you give me butt
I’m gonna squeeze it
And I’m out

[Hook]
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love

Drakeo The Ruler – Flu Flamming Lyrics (feat. Lil Yachty & OhGeesy)

[Verse 1]
Sheesh, I be wildin’ out
Chopsticks, mopsticks, all in my mama’s couch
Bathe with the apes, I been strangling snakes
Hop out the Batmobile, I’m Bruce Wayne in some Maisons
All mud in my kidneys, my plug is a gypsy
This a fully automatic, I let my kids hold the semi
Ask god as my witness, I done mud walked in Christians
These lil niggas know my image

[Chorus]
I’m fresh up out the slammer, I’m a flu flammer nigga
All these chains on my neck, I need two whammers nigga
Flu flamming nigga, I be flu flamming nigga
Man keep these niggas out my business
I’m fresh up out the slammer, I’m a flu flammer nigga
All these chains on my neck, I need two whammers nigga
Flu flamming nigga, I be flu flamming nigga
Man keep these niggas out my business

[Verse 2]
I’m back up on that crazy shit, Bob the Sideshow maniac
I’m Luke Skywalker with this Glock, playing laser tag
Big lasers, ain’t no way you finna make it out
In Kenwan house, ain’t no way I’m finna stay broke
Ayy bro, can you chill out with the dracos?
We just started with some payroll
Man that shit was play-dough, lay down, do what I say so
You know the Ruler like to hang folks

[Chorus]
I’m fresh up out the slammer, I’m a flu flammer nigga
All these chains on my neck, I need two whammers nigga
Flu flamming nigga, I be flu flamming nigga
Man keep these niggas out my business
I’m fresh up out the slammer, I’m a flu flammer nigga
All these chains on my neck, I need two whammers nigga
Flu flamming nigga, I be flu flamming nigga
Man keep these niggas out my business

[Verse 3]
I be ling ling bopping, Maylene just took me shopping
Nigga rob who? Pippi Long Stocking
All type of cuts, I think I’m Dennis Rodman
Slit wrist, broke all off these diamonds
Mister wrist breaker, bitch taker, Glock but I switch blade ’em
Shit mainy, shit crazy, niggas in they snitch tactics
Niggas they be bitch asses, acting like they get at me
You’ll get your shit plastered, nigga

[Chorus]
I’m fresh up out the slammer, I’m a flu flammer nigga
All these chains on my neck, I need two whammers nigga
Flu flamming nigga, I be flu flamming nigga
Man keep these niggas out my business
I’m fresh up out the slammer, I’m a flu flammer nigga
All these chains on my neck, I need two whammers nigga
Flu flamming nigga, I be flu flamming nigga
Man keep these niggas out my business

Chris Brown – Freaky Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Stepped in the party through the front door
I got a couple little bad bitches with us
You see the bottles, look at ’em shine, baby
I call your girl over, now you got your bitches
You say that I’m playing
But I’m taking that down tonight
And if your friends coming over to party
That means foreplay, ménage

[Pre-Chorus]
Come on ladies, put it on me
Nice and slowly, now speed it up
Go ‘head make them sounds
Scream for me, yeah

[Chorus]
That’s your girlfriend, yeah, she on deck
Lamborghini Masi’, yeah, a nigga gon’ flex
She wear my chain, gimme neck
I bang that pussy like I’m throwing up my set
Girl, you freaky
I’ma show ’em how to ride the pony
Freaky
I started busting, it’s the champagne

[Verse 2]
Shawty said she fucking with the campaign
I ain’t worried ’bout nothing, not a damn thang
Dark Knight Lamborghini, Bruce Wayne
Give a fuck about my old hoe, I’m riding ’round in that new thang
Staring at your body, tryna do thangs
Throwing all these hunnids, girl, that’s loose change
And do it all for the ladies
Pop it, pop it for me

[Pre-Chorus]
Come on ladies, put it on me
Nice and slowly, now speed it up
Go ‘head make them sounds
Scream for me, yeah

[Chorus]
That’s your girlfriend, yeah, she on deck
Lamborghini Masi’, yeah, a nigga gon’ flex
She wear my chain, gimme neck
I bang that pussy like I’m throwing up my set
Girl, you freaky
I’ma show ’em how to ride the pony
She freaky
I started busting, it’s the champagne

[Verse 3]
This ain’t my first time, I’m shinin’, I been used to this shit
But it’s the first time I had your girl and her chain glued to my dick, ha
Picture me rollin’, 100 bad bitches, that pussy is soakin’
Nigga, this OHB, just me and my whoadies
Gold chains, don’t fuck up my clique though
No names, show up with that pistol
I’m pistol [?], I don’t need a scope
I let the thing ring out, adios

[Pre-Chorus]
Come on ladies, put it on me
Nice and slowly, now speed it up
Go ‘head make them sounds
Scream for me, yeah

[Chorus]
That’s your girlfriend, yeah, she on deck
Lamborghini Masi’, yeah, a nigga gon’ flex
She wear my chain, gimme neck
I bang that pussy like I’m throwing up my set
Girl, you freaky
I’ma show ’em how to ride the pony
She freaky
I started busting, it’s the champagne

Father – We Had A Deal Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, yeah
Mhm, uh huh
Yeah
Awful Records
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Niggas got it out the mud
All you niggas is some studs
All your hoes catchin’ nuts
But I’m not one to judge
Keep the white like McFlurry
Plug call me Pill Murray
I’ve been drinkin’ on some bourbon
Nigga sick as fuck, slurrin’
Got two horns like Bruce Wayne
Naked, fuckin’ on your boo thang
Fuck her in the ass like Hussain
It feel like huggin’ a new lane
Red cup, red cup
Fuck around, boy, get your head busted
Redrum, redrum
Fuckin’ your ho, got her head sprung

[Chorus]
I can’t roll a blunt, but I can roll a dollar bill
You keep fuckin’ with my money, I might have to get you killed
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought we had a deal
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought niggas was chill
You keep talkin’ to my bitch, but we might have to get you knocked
Everybody on my payroll, yeah, your niggas and the cops
So don’t try to call 12, they might shoot you on the spot
They gon’ send your ass to hell if you keep playin’ with my knots
What? Yeah

[Verse 2]
Ayy, when I feel sad a nigga start sippin’
Puttin’ them Percs in my pinot noir
Crushin’ up blues in my designer shoes
When I sip on the carpet I look like a star
Pullin’ her bloomers off
Pourin’ that sauvignon blanc on her titties and lickin’ it off
Her mission go from her tata to kitty
She say she want bad boy, I turned into Diddy
Ooh, yeah, I turned into 50
A nigga on BET, nigga on STARZ
Everybody wanna know who in my car
Told my lil’ bitch to go sit in the car
Everybody wanna know how that boy ball
Found her at the party, then fucked in the stall
Break a bitch back like bang
Mask on my face, yeah I’m bringin’ the pain

[Chorus]
I can’t roll a blunt, but I can roll a dollar bill
You keep fuckin’ with my money, I might have to get you killed
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought we had a deal
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought niggas was chill
You keep talkin’ to my bitch, but we might have to get you knocked
Everybody on my payroll, yeah, your niggas and the cops
So don’t try to call 12, they might shoot you on the spot
They gon’ send your ass to hell if you keep playin’ with my knots
What?

Drunken Masters & Thutmose – What I want

Do what I want, do what I want
Fuck that [?], yeah you know I like the stunt
Do what I want, do what I want
Drop the trap so I could see just what I’m on
(x2)

Hot [?] like Bruce Wayne
Came with a dime like Luke Change
Buying Cartier it’s the new frame
Old money got me feeling like insane
But I still [??]
Cause them niggas in the [?] might chew up
Got a [?] cause I met somebody
Call a medic cause I’m out for the journey

Count it up, yeah I’m counting all my blessings
Risk it all, if I die then I’m a legend
Work so hard, that’s why I’m forever rapping ya
And not a second I go by I remind why I do this

Do what I want, do what I want
Fuck that [?], yeah you know I like the stunt
Do what I want, do what I want
Drop the trap so I could see just what I’m on
(x2)

Stay back, and you’d better keep the distance
Couple tryina double cross like Christians
But somebody better go messin’
[?] die like a hitman
Had a couple thangs so I pull up
It’s a party over here, time I show up
Got a [?] cause I met somebody
Call a medic cause I’m out for the journey

Count it up, yeah I’m counting all my blessings
Risk it all, if I die then I’m a legend
Work so hard, that’s why I’m forever rapping ya
And not a second I go by I remind why I do this

Do what I want, do what I want
Fuck that [?], yeah you know I like the stunt
Do what I want, do what I want
Drop the trap so I could see just what I’m on
(x2)

Fetty Wap – Bruce Wayne Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah (thank you Fizzle)
Yeah, alright

[Chorus]
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay

[Verse]
Smash nigga, I just spent 200 on a Audi
A fast car, lock in 12, speedin’ on the highway
Gang with me, fuck opps, we gon’ do this our way
Playin’ with me? We gon’ breeze through his driveway
Hangin with me, rollin’ weed like it’s Friday
Doors on my car, they go up, they go sideways
Bon Appetit, let me eat, let me eat
Let a nigga know, is it beef, is it beef
Somethin’ in the air, Batman in the streets
Jordan 14’s, Batman on my feet
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, stock’s up, come and see
I put diamonds on my neck, and my watch cost a fee, yeah

[Chorus]
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay

Mac Miller – Buttons Lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, there’s no answer and you call twice
Nobody be at my house
I was at the studio all night
Last night I slept on the couch
I might, wake up, do it all again
There’s a world gone crazy outside
But let’s pretend that it’s alright
We keep pretending that it’s alright

[Verse 1]
Yeah alright days get mixed up
Schedules get switched up
Can’t be in two places at once
So, I take a hit of the spliff that I lit up
And forget I had to be anywhere at all
God damn how the mighty will fall
They wanna see me gone
But I’m here in spite of it all
I never play along
You can keep the fear and self pity
I’d rather tell you who I am, really, yeah
This is not a wakeup call
I’m not the hotel operator
I dont owe nobody favors
I don’t know how the fuck I’ve been around so long
Busy as an escalator in a crowded mall, uh huh
It’s like, every year I realize my house too small
Get paid, upgrade, two cribs, new maids, more flights, flew planes
Live out my suitcase
Lose days like loose change
I swear my life is on Blu-ray
Welcome to doomsday
The world needs a hero and I am your Bruce Wayne
Kind of like Luke Cage
You keep on running, we keep on pushing your buttons

[Chorus]
Yeah, there’s no answer and you call twice
Nobody be at my house
I was at the studio all night
Last night I slept on the couch
I might, wake up, do it all again
There’s a world gone crazy outside
But let’s pretend that it’s alright
We keep pretending that it’s alright

[Verse 2]
I run around with open scissors
They taking pictures
I could lose my head, they grow instead
Gets only bigger
I put one foot in front of the other
I never settle, waste your time
Don’t waste your time with water and wine
I’m turning liquid to metals
Still the same dude that used to never be sure
When I was way more insecure, and I’d feel better before
No umbrellas never could weather the storm
No sympathy for the devil, too busy building a temple
I am looking beyond, leaving them looking
Hottest to grill, I’m putting them on when I be cooking
I keep on running if I have to
Medusa never turned me to a statue, no
I keep it moving, but keep it low
You can do your thing, shit, to each their own
But you better do something
We keep on pushing your buttons

[Chorus]
Yeah, there’s no answer and you call twice
Nobody be at my house
I was at the studio all night
Last night I slept on the couch
I might, wake up, do it all again
There’s a world gone crazy outside
But let’s pretend that it’s alright
We keep pretending that it’s alright

Naji – Blood, Sex & Magic lyrics

[Verse 1]
I walk in with a pimp strut, yuh
Aura saying fuck yo label
Probably gonna end up stuck
Call me when it’s all too late, bitch

I got my own team, yuh
Only got me in the room cause
I owe a favor to Leno
Me and him go back 3 though, digression

You know my progression
I hope I come off aggressive
I get particular
When I gotta choose my weapon

I made it pretty far
Without sucking dick for blessings
Cause ya boi straight

I got my sight on Pepsi-Cola pussy
I’m trying to be a primadonna with a cause
Roping up the old folk that keep on

Holding pussy, pockets swole with it
9/10 doctors recommend
“Keep on keeping on, pussy”

Now that ain’t right, no
Now that ain’t right, no
And I’m a sweetheart to death
But don’t tell the powers that be
So gimme gimme

[Chorus]
Blood, sex, magic
I need blood, sex & magic, now
It’s tragic, y’all
I want it all
(Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it)
I’m a hat trick
Classic fly on the wall
(I’m on the wall, I’m on the wall)

[Verse 2]
Ay ay, lemme get a toast
I’m hella proud of y’all, you deserve it all
Send the accolades, sip ya lemonade

I’m with the day ones on the coast
Busy calling spades spades
Riding round like Kali’s baby
Oh yeah, you know it’s wild

How it seem to work out
I’ve been copacetic
With my credits
And the throwbacks

Feel like Bruce Wayne, swear to God
I’m gonna go bats
Got me in my bag
What it cost to even grow that, yuh

[Bridge]
I think I’m rotten rotten rotten
Trying to get away in my motorcade

Where did my soul go
I need to know
Nobody can know I’m gone
Know I’m gone

I need what’s mine
(Gimme gimme)

[Chorus x2]

Migos – White Sand lyrics

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, white color sand (yeah), frost in my hand, yeah (yeah)
Lost it again, yeah (it’s lit), ghost, Danny Phantom (oh yeah)
Dipped in a trance, yeah (alright), ten in the van, yeah
Mars make her leap, yeah, shh, not a squeak (straight up)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign & Big Sean]
Coupe outside (outside), she say let me ride
Bust down Rollie with the ice (ice)
Ride ’round the city with a pipe
Wrist frozen (frozen)
Blessed, I guess I’m chosen (chosen)
Hit a lightskin from Oakland
In my old school sideshow
Supersport (oh yeah)
Crash the Porsche (oh yeah)
I was gettin’ head (woah)
She was killin’ it (woah)
Caught an Uber to the dealership (swerve swerve swerve swerve)
Cash out on some new sh*t (woah, look)

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Bitch, I surround myself with all this loyalty
Swear to God I’m the one, my girl just might propose to me (I swear)
A clique full of CEO’s (O’s), none of us got a degree (no, no)
Made it from the underground, now they back tryna bury me (bury me)
I lean, I sway (woah), with Quay (woah), and Take (God)
I give and hardly take, you level up, I levitate
Bitch you a culture (what?), vulture (woah), poser (woah)
Hungry for exposure, I’m with my Migos soldiers, gone

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Quavo]
White color sand, yeah (yeah), frost in my hand, yeah
Lost it again, yeah, ghost, Danny Phantom (it’s lit)
Dipped in a trance, yeah (alright), ten in the van, yeah
Mars make her leap, yeah, shh, not a squeak (straight up)
Drank color pink, dirty bags, wash it clean (clean, yeah)
Coupe got wings (coupe got)
Posted up with kings (coupe got wings)
On the top like toupee (on top)
Play no games, no 2K (no 2K)
Crap game in the booth flame (crap)
Pull out the coupe like Bruce Wayne (skrrt skrrt)

[Verse 3: Offset]
Pull up the curtains to the Mulsane (hey)
Pavé my set and clip Blu-ray (pavé)
Run to the bag like Hussein (bag)
When I lay my head down, got two K’s (baow)
Ferrari in Miami Beach (Ferrrari)
I paid one twenty for rose Philippe (Philippe)
I took her soul for keeps, yeah (soul)
Back to back Rolls like Meech (Meech)
I check my balance, the cash I’ma double up (bag)
P-90, two-three with the monkey nuts (brrt)
When I look at my wrist it’s a hockey puck (woo)
When I get with a bitch I’ma pipe her up (hey)
Pour that lean on that ice (lean)
Leaving my dreams covered in ice (dream)
Wedding band rings, ain’t no wife
Tryna get the demons out of my sight (woo)

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
Nigga we ain’t hiding we straight (nope)
I’m talking big plate with that steak (steak)
Niggas be watchin’ out ’cause they scoping (watchin’)
Geeked off of Adderall, they all focused (acid)
Sipping on Tylenol, having codeine withdrawls
A nigga must got to be joking (joking)
Don’t want the pack, it ain’t potent (uh)
Look at wrist, water came from the ocean (ice)
I’m laughing, never lacking (no)
Everlasting, flipping work like gymnastics (flippin’ it)
Wrapping it up in the plastic (wrappin’ it)
Smoking it up in the ashes (ashes)
Looking and watching which ass is gon’ be the fattest (asses)
I pick the bitch up and smash it
2018 we don’t pass, we trash it

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Quavo]
Yeah, white color sand, yeah (yeah), frost in my hand, yeah
Lost it again, yeah, ghost, Danny Phantom (it’s lit)
Dipped in a trance, yeah (alright), ten in the van, yeah
Mars make her leap, yeah, shh, not a squeak (straight up)
Drank color pink, dirty bags, wash it clean (clean, yeah)
Coupe got wings (coupe got)
Posted up with kings (coupe got wings)
On the top like toupee (on top)
Play no games, no 2K (no 2K)
Crap game in the booth flame (crap)
Pull out the coupe like Bruce Wayne (skrrt skrrt)

G-Eazy – Bone Marrow (feat. Danny Seth)

[Intro: G-Eazy]
Yeah
The British are here
The Bay is here, you know?

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Pull up in that Bruce Wayne
Bruce Wayne, that’s my new thing
Black on black on black on black down to the shoe string
Yo bitch call me daddy, daddy, that’s my new name
Acid rafter, all aboard like a choo-train
You and I are not the same
Difference not a watch and chain
Difference is my DNA, so what you saying?
Leather pants and velvet shirts and VMA
I’m built for fame
Speeding fast so if I see you in my way
I’ll switch my lane, vroom
Realest in the room
Been real since the womb
Till I’m in the tomb
If I take your bitch, then that pussy doomed
Eat it like a spoon
Your bitch coming soon
Like a motion picture
Listen if I’m smokin whicha
Then we gettin’ fucked up all night
Tell me when that dope has hit you, yeah
Party and you see how late it is
You gon’ find out my definition of what faded is
Young Gerald

[Hook: G-Eazy]
Bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
Bitch I’m bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
All I give a fuck about is that dinero
They say "You a fool boy, what’s wrong with Gerald?"

[Verse 2: Danny Seth]
Five years too deep
Two birds, one seat
Two girls, one butt
This dick ain’t free
In the hills, so steep
Need the mills like a mink
And I come out on top, your career crappy
In her mouth like a cheap
Skipped the bitch like a beat
Smoke cocaine, drink, then repeat
I ain’t slept about like a week
See this lifestyle ain’t cheap
But when I pop up it’s free
Tell all of my brothers we all in the section
But trust me this section isn’t on me
See the flower, I done did it
Poppin’ off like prescription
Killed the beat, she the witness
Call me jack how I rip this
Poker cards how I flip this
Your main hoe is my fitness
I like her stick-thin and titless
I pray I make right decisions
‘Cause if I left they’d be trippin’
Without a suit I make business
Forced out to cash lyrics
Fuck the fame, man, I lived it
I’m blowin’ up like a chimney
Skinny white boy from Britain
I rep my ends ‘til I’m riddance

[Hook: Danny Seth]
I’m bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
I’m bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
All I wanna do is fuck and take a xanny
They say "You a fool man, what’s wrong with Danny?"

[Verse 3: G-Eazy + Danny Seth]
See I’m a simple person, I like to drink my Bourbon
The most interesting man alive but I’m a different version
You see, I been determined, it’s a wrap like a turban
I’m gettin’ to the money, you’re washed up like dish detergent
Pulled up with her skirt off, ugh leave here with her clothes off
On shit like a [?], I’m the one that you heard of
Talk shit, get burned off, being broke is a turn off
Keep spittin’ fire, the temp is high like I got my shirt off
The cap is off of these bottles, diCaprio to these models
The phone’s out when we’re partying
I’ve had enough of these problems
The British come and I wander
I fuck tens, I bought ’em
Cocaine and these models
And that’s the first one brother
Yeah, okay, every day my stock inclines
I don’t see no stopping signs
Some model bitches choppin’ lines
Choppin’ lines, this is gettin’ common, it’s a hobby, I’m…
I’m partying like every night, do this shit until we die

[Hook: G-Eazy + Danny Seth]
Bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
Bitch I’m bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
All I give a fuck about is that dinero
They say "You a fool boy, what’s wrong with Gerald?"

G-Eazy – Bone Marrow

[Intro: G-Eazy]
Yeah
The British are here
The Bay is here, you know?

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Pull up in that Bruce Wayne
Bruce Wayne, that’s my new thing
Black on black on black on black down to the shoe string
Yo bitch call me daddy, daddy, that’s my new name
Acid rafter, all aboard like a choo-train
You and I are not the same
Difference not a watch and chain
Difference is my DNA, so what you saying?
Leather pants and velvet shirts and VMA
I’m built for fame
Speeding fast so if I see you in my way
I’ll switch my lane, vroom
Realest in the room
Been real since the womb
Till I’m in the tomb
If I take your bitch, then that pussy doomed
Eat it like a spoon
Your bitch coming soon
Like a motion picture
Listen if I’m smokin whicha
Then we gettin’ fucked up all night
Tell me when that dope has hit you, yeah
Party and you see how late it is
You gon’ find out my definition of what faded is
Young Gerald

[Hook: G-Eazy]
Bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
Bitch I’m bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
All I give a fuck about is that dinero
They say “You a fool boy, what’s wrong with Gerald?”

[Verse 2: Danny Seth]
Five years too deep
Two birds, one seat
Two girls, one butt
This dick ain’t free
In the hills, so steep
Need the mills like a mink
And I come out on top, your career crappy
In her mouth like a cheap
Skipped the bitch like a beat
Smoke cocaine, drink, then repeat
I ain’t slept about like a week
See this lifestyle ain’t cheap
But when I pop up it’s free
Tell all of my brothers we all in the section
But trust me this section isn’t on me
See the flower, I done did it
Poppin’ off like prescription
Killed the beat, she the witness
Call me jack how I rip this
Poker cards how I flip this
Your main hoe is my fitness
I like her stick-thin and titless
I pray I make right decisions
‘Cause if I left they’d be trippin’
Without a suit I make business
Forced out to cash lyrics
Fuck the fame, man, I lived it
I’m blowin’ up like a chimney
Skinny white boy from Britain
I rack my M’s ‘til I’m riddance

[Hook: Danny Seth]
I’m bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
I’m bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
All I wanna do is fuck and take a xanny
They say “You a fool man, what’s wrong with Danny?”

[Verse 3: G-Eazy + Danny Seth]
See I’m a simple person, I like to drink my Bourbon
The most interesting man alive but I’m a different version
You see, I been determined, it’s a wrap like a turban
I’m gettin’ to the money, you’re washed up like dish detergent
Pulled up with her skirt off, ugh leave here with her clothes off
On shit like a [?], I’m the one that you heard of
Talk shit, get burned off, being broke is a turn off
Keep spittin’ fire, the temp is high like I got my shirt off
The cap is off of these bottles, diCaprio to these models
The phone’s out when we’re partying
I’ve had enough of these problems
The British come and I wander
I fuck tens, I bought ’em
Cocaine and these models
And that’s the first one brother
Yeah, okay, every day my stock inclines
I don’t see no stopping signs
Some model bitches choppin’ lines
Choppin’ lines, this is gettin’ common, it’s a hobby, I’m…
I’m partying like every night, do this shit until we die

[Hook: G-Eazy + Danny Seth]
Bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
Bitch I’m bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
All I give a fuck about is that dinero
They say “You a fool boy, what’s wrong with Gerald?”

Chris Brown – New Gang

[Hook: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Oh you see the new gang comin’, new gang comin’
Got that new gang comin’ in
You see the new gang comin’
Bitch it’s OHB, yeah we comin’
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain’t about money nigga, you ain’t sayin’ nothin’

[Verse 1: Ray J]
Pull up to the club ’bout 100
It’s a lotta Pirus and a couple bounty hunters
I’m whippin’ in that Wraith with my gunners
105 west with some shooters right in front of us
Got that meth lab up and runnin’
Rest in peace to the big homie [?]
Rest in peace to young [?] lil homie
From Centerville to Fruit Town, we gettin’ money
[Verse 2: Luvaboy TJ]
You don’t bang bang, you ain’t gang gang
You ain’t never slang, choppin’ ‘caine
With a bad bitch from Spain
Talkin’ slang off the Promethazine
OHB bitch, new whip
Stashed with rubber grips
Stackin’ chips
Some of my homies Bloods and some bangin’ Srips
22 rims with my brims and some lady friends
Stackin’ ends, niggas in my way, that’s one to the chin
Pockets on swole, I got a bunch of bands on me
All these model bitches, they can’t keep they hands off me

[Hook: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Oh you see the new gang comin’, new gang comin’
Got that new gang comin’ in
You see the new gang comin’
Bitch it’s OHB, yeah we comin’

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Pull up, pull up if you ’bout it nigga
Where I’m from, we body niggas
Kamakazis on Kawasakis
On 12 o’clock, you ain’t ridin’ with us
I got killers that do what I say when I need
Bullets spray fire out that lever
I got homies pullin’ up in broad day
And set this bitch off like Keef
Smokin’ Khalifa
And you was the one sayin’ you was ready for war
Now you on the ship, you sound like a bitch
Can’t fuck with your boy
This that new gang
All my niggas wear new chains
And I put my bitch in a [?]
OHB in a black Lamb’ like Bruce Wayne

[Hook: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Oh you see the new gang comin’, new gang comin’
Got that new gang comin’ in
You see the new gang comin’
Bitch it’s OHB, yeah we comin’
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain’t about money nigga, you ain’t sayin’ nothin’

[Verse 4: Ray J]
Pardon me but I don’t usually talk a lot
If you ain’t talkin’ money, nigga what you talkin’ ’bout?
The drop head take up multiple parkin’ spots
Nowadays gotta keep most shooters in Harvey got
All about my presidents, hustle, never hesitant
Fuck who you invested in cause me, my niggas next to win
Money be my closest kin, I consider it my fam
Keep the drummer like a bam and bein’ broke, I never can
Money’s all I understand, I speak that shit fluently
Every way, you never there, we call that shit truancy
You speakin’ that foolery, this money’s nothin’ new to me
Ain’t worried ’bout who’s hot, I was cool before it was cool to be
Fucking with a triant god, welcome to the tribe mob
Plus we out here ballin’, bang it down like a LeBron lob
Championship rings for me and my fellow squad
Truth 100 like the numbers never lie, yeah

[Hook: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Oh you see the new gang comin’, new gang comin’
Got that new gang comin’ in
You see the new gang comin’
Bitch it’s OHB, yeah we comin’
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain’t about money nigga, you ain’t sayin’ nothin’

Famous Dex – Drugs In Me Lyrics

[Intro: Famous Dex]
Uh yah
Uh yah, uh yah
Oh what?
Now I be gone off the Lean, the pills
The molly, and the Percs
OHMANGOTDDAMN!

[Hook: Famous Dex]
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
I be turnin’ up my shows
I be coolin’ with the bros
I can never trust these hoes
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
I be turnin’ up my shows
I be coolin’ with the bros
I can never trust these hoes
I got the drugs in me
[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
I got the drugs on me
I’m bustin’ off Ecstasy
She say I’m her man
I’m married to money, I can’t say a thing
I be geekin’ in the lobby
All these tats on my body
3 bitches in the party
I’m drinkin’ lean not Bacardi
I poured me a 6 till I doses
I’m flexin’ soo hard in my overalls
And baby geekin’ off the percs
I’m goin’ right up when I I skurt
4k for the purse, you didn’t know Dexter was a flirt
Baby girl, what you worth?
All these drugs like a nurse

[Hook: Famous Dex]
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
I be turnin’ up my shows
I be coolin’ with the bros
I can never trust these hoes
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
I be turnin’ up my shows
I be coolin’ with the bros
I can never trust these hoes
I got the drugs in me

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
I got the drugs in me
That syrup you drinkin’ in Hennessy
Half a pint or 2 liter
In the coupe with 2 ninas
I drop a grip on my ring
Rich Forever on the chain
Jumpin’ through your bitch at the Blue Flame
Maserati matt black, no Bruce Wayne
I need my medicine
Ride around in the coupe, goin’ crazy in Beverly
I’m a motherfuckin’ chemist in the kitchen doin’ chemistry
Walkin’ around with that MAC chicken
Empty the clip leave your face missin’
In the kitcken whippin’ 33 bricks, that’s a Scottie Pippen

[Hook: Famous Dex]
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
I be turnin’ up my shows
I be coolin’ with the bros
I can never trust these hoes
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
I be turnin’ up my shows
I be coolin’ with the bros
I can never trust these hoes
I got the drugs in me