Skitz Kraven – Auto Pilot Lyrics

I crashed the scene
I’m high as f*ck
That’s why I’m smiling
I’m so f*ckin geeked up
I feel like my high is timeless
Any drug I’ll try it
Turnt up to the max
I been drugged out for three days
So there’s no tellin if I’ll crash
I’m on auto pilot
Popped a bean on the scene
I’m on auto pilot
I’ve been up for damn near three days
I’m on Auto Pilot
I’m so gone
That I don’t drive
Hit the cruise control

I just popped four molly’s
Now I’m rolling on that cruise control
I’m turnt up to the max
Like my whole team just won the Super Bowl
I’m super cold
I met a girl that’s geeked up
So I scooped the hoe
And brought her back to my place
We snorted that cain like we in a race
I walk inside the party
Grab some party
Now I’m geeked up
I’m sitting living lavish
On my thrown kickin my feet up
I’m just G’d up
I called my plug
And told that folk to re up
I need them boomers grab my tooter
Feel my body heat up
I might just catch a case
The way that p*ssy all in my face
I hear the base
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Thirty grams all in my face
I need a place where I can stay
Cause I ain’t driving home tonight
The cocaine’s on the table
I’m gon need my nostrils tonight
I’m moving to the perfect height
Turnt up to the third degree
Hostility
I see these haters but there ain’t no seein me
Ha ha ha
Laughing at ya
Kraven in the kitchen
Water whippin up the plaster
God damn he’s a bastard

I crashed the scene
I’m high as f*ck
That’s why I’m smiling
I’m so f*ckin geeked up
I feel like my high is timeless
Any drug I’ll try it
Turnt up to the max
I been drugged out for three days
So there’s no tellin if I’ll crash

I’m on auto pilot
Popped a bean on the scene
I’m on auto pilot
I’ve been up for damn near three days
I’m on Auto Pilot
I’m so gone
That I don’t drive
Hit the cruise control

The yay got my heart thumping
And pupils big as pumpkins
I’m so high
Can’t even function
I’m a beast just like Tim Dunkin
My five toilets you’ll be plunging
Eat my shit
It ain’t no lunch in
And I stay boomin and bunkin
You can call that a conjunction
I’m a hit ya with the heater
And your girl I might just eat her
The way we f*ck
You’ll think I beat her
And my dick I’m gonna feed her
I’m the devil
Your the preacher
Your the student
I’m the teacher
Like my song
Can’t even feature
I’m a legendary creature
I just ate a quarter shrooms
Now I’m trippin
Bong still rippin
Double cup I’m still sippin
My bitch still trying to roll
Climb the pole
If she ain’t f*ckin
I’m a go
Walk out the club
I’m geeked as f*ck
And I ain’t tippin
Got it twisted bitch
Hey fam you got the blunt
He said I just twisted it
My life is like a movie I’m just living
I’m just livin it
Lick the bean right off here clitoris
I’m motion picture rich
I picked your bitch
She wanna feel the highest
We on auto

I crashed the scene
I’m high as f*ck
That’s why I’m smiling
I’m so f*ckin geeked up
I feel like my high is timeless
Any drug I’ll try it
Turnt up to the max
I been drugged out for three days
So there’s no tellin if I’ll crash
I’m on auto pilot
Popped a bean on the scene
I’m on auto pilot
I’ve been up for damn near three days
I’m on Auto Pilot
I’m so gone
That I don’t drive
Hit the cruise control

Cardi B And Saweetie Iced Beef Rumors With Joint Project

Cardi B and Saweetie got no beef and are working on a joint project together.

Rappers Cardi B and Saweetie have a few things in common which ensure they stand out against all the other females in the business. Asides from both women dating members of the Migos trio, they also have a legion of fans who keep in tune with their every move. It seems they are looking to add even more similarities to the growing list why collaborating on wax.

There were rumors circulating that the rap stars are at odds, but this seems to not be the case. Rumors started circulating after Saweetie was not seen at the Super Bowl suite that the Bronx rapper and all of Migos were in. Although Saweetie posted about attending the Super Bowl this past Sunday, she was not photographed in the Philadelphia 76ers owner’s Michael Rubin’s box suite. Her absence was even more noticeable as her love interest Quavo was present alongside the likes of CardiB, Offset, Takeoff, Meek Mill, Lil Baby, among others. Some folks took that as a sign that the two females are beefing.

Cardi B’s sister Hennessy quickly put those rumors to rest with a comment via Instagram while hinting that both females have a joint project on the way.

“I never followed sawtie [sic] so wtf are you talking about…and secondly saweetie manager and cardis spoke yesterday about a project so stop trying to create narratives! Feen!” Hennessy wrote.

Cardi B’s sister Hennessy responds to people thinking she was shading Saweetie.

She also hinted that Saweetie and Cardi‘s teams have talked about a potential project ? pic.twitter.com/7kfuBygtOq

— Female Rap Room (@FemaleRapRoom) February 10, 2021

In January, Saweetie hinted to V-103’s Gregg Street that a collaboration with Cardi would take place soon.

“I can [hear that] too,” Saweetie said of a possible collaboration with Cardi. “That would tear the club up, okay?! I think that would be cute. I think that would be a special moment as well. I can’t wait to collaborate with her!”

Are you down for a Saweetie Cardi mix? Let us know in the comments below.

Lori Harvey Shares Sweet Birthday Message For Michael B. Jordan Aka Nugget

Lori Harvey shared this sweet message in tribute to her “Nugget” on his birthday.

Michael B Jordan is officially 34 today, and his girlfriend Lori Harvey made sure the world knows exactly how she feels about her man. In what can be described as a cute birthday tribute, she shared photos and videos of some of the great moments they have shared. She captioned one of her pics: “Happyyy Birthdayyy Nugget I love you baby…hope today has been at least half as special as you are.”

She also showcased some never before seen photos. These include photos of them on a boat, of them in an airplane, and even more intimate moments of Jordan kissing her neck while smoking at a poolside.

It was only last month that Jordan and Harvey went public with their relationship. She also more recently reacted to his Super Bowl commercial for Amazon Alexa, sharing some clips with heart emojis via Instagram.

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“Congratulations on your Super Bowl commercial baby @MichaelBJordan,” was one of the captions she left below the image.

Lori is the daughter of popular TV host/broadcaster/actor Steve Harvey. Michael B Jordan is an actor and film producer. From all indications, the couple’s family approve of their new relationship. A source revealed to ET that, “Michael B. Jordan’s family likes Lori, and vice versa. Lori is everything Michael’s family could have hoped for him to find. She’s lovely, respectful and fits in perfectly.” The source continues, “Things have gotten serious fast, but there have been no red flags. They’re both totally invested, committed and very happy.”

Happy birthday Michael! We will definitely be keeping our eyes on this couple.

Drake Trends After Popping Up In Super Bowl LV State Farm Ad: Watch It

Drake trends on Twitter for starring in Super Bowl LV State Farm ad.

While Drake is best known for his mega-hits, but on Sunday, he made a cameo appearance in State Farm’s Super Bowl commercial. The advertisement aired between the first quarter and second quarter of Super Bowl LV between the Tampa Bay Buccaneers and the Kansas City Chiefs. Some of the standout names included in the short clip are MVP quarterbacks Aaron Rodger from Green Bay Packers, Patrick Mahomes from Kansas City Chiefs, and of course, Jake from State Farm.

The Quarterbacks are seen complaining that their stand-ins bear no resemblance to them. Actor Paul Rudd steps in as Mohames’ while the OVO rapper makes his cameo as the insurance sales expert. Drake from State Farm definitely has a nice ring to it.

“That’s right, Drake from State Farm,” the “In My Feelings” rapper expressed with a smile.

Following his one-liner, Jake tries but fails to coordinate Drizzy and himself while sounding out the State Farm slogan. In the end, Jake lets Drake aware that stand-ins don’t actually have lines. The rapper humbly accepts while awkwardly munching on an apple.

This is not the first time Drake has been featured in a Super Bowl advert. In 2016 he made an appearance in a commercial from T-Mobile. The rapper is currently making preparations for his soon to be released album “Certified Lover Boy.” The album was originally slated for release in January but was pushed back. “I was planning to release my album this month but between surgery and rehab my energy has been dedicated to recovery. I’m blessed to be back on my feet feeling great and focused on the album, but CLB won’t be dropping in January. I’m looking forward to sharing it with you all in 2021,” Drake wrote on his Instagram Story on January 20.

Aside from some stellar gameplay, the Super Bowl is also known for the perfectly placed ad campaigns crafted specifically for the event. Mad Men stuff if you ask us.

Carnage – Hella Neck Lyrics

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[Intro: Ohgeesy]
(Carnage, you a fool, you crazy)
Karo, remix, re-rock and finesses
On a private jet, coolin’ with my niggas from the ’jects, aye
Karo, remix
Coolin’ with my niggas from the ‘jects

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Aye, Karo, remix, re-rock and finesses
On a private jet, coolin’ with my niggas from the ‘jects
We done made it out the set, from the bus to the ‘Vette
She gon’ give me hella neck, I don’t care if it’s wet

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Ice on. my chest, make your bitch wanna sex
Came on her breasts, put them rumors to rest
Niggas know I’m a threat, all my bitches, they rep
She wanna catch it in the mouth, let her friend intercept
Bitch, this ain’t a test, does your bitch wanna F?
I be fuckin’ some bitches that go to the Met
Up in Miami, we smoked on the deck
Tequila, I’m wrecked, that’s that cause and effect
Take off at ten, driver waitin’ when I land
She obsessed with my dick, she my number one fan
When these bitches switch up, I just stick to the plan
Mobbin’ with the Mafia, don’t get packed it

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Aye, Karo, remix, re-rock and finesses
On a private jet, coolin’ with my niggas from the ‘jects
We done made it out the set, from the bus to the ‘Vette
She gon’ give me hella neck, I don’t care if it’s wet
Aye, Karo, remix, re-rock and finesses
On a private jet, coolin’ with my niggas from the ‘jects
We done made it out the set, from the bus to the ‘Vette
She gon’ give me hella neck, I don’t care if it’s wet

[Verse 2: Ohgeesy]
I don’t wanna hit the pussy, I just wanna get a check
Just like Nike, I’m hyphy, she’d like me, nigga, that’s your wifey
My diamonds enticin’, they dancin’, they bitin’
They shine like some lightning, you touch me, we fightin’
Nah, bitch, we ain’t the same, see, your boyfriend, he a lame
He ain’t runnin’ the game, he ain’t beat it out the frame
He just leave you complainin’, cliffhangin’
Come and try, you think I’m playin’
In your gang, all them niggas know my name
I be sellin’ hella niggas cocaine
I run the clothes game and I run the dope game
I be smokin’ gas pack, nothin’ but the propane
I be gettin’ hella high, rockstar like Cobain
OxyContin, Percs, and the Xans I feel no pain
You try to fuck my bitch, but you niggas got no game
All I do is get head, I should change my name to Rogaine
Oh mane

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Aye, Karo, remix, re-rock and finesses
On a private jet, coolin’ with my niggas from the ‘jects
We done made it out the set, from the bus to the ‘Vette
She gon’ give me hella neck, I don’t care if it’s wet
Aye, Karo, remix, re-rock and finesses
On a private jet, coolin’ with my niggas from the ‘jects
We done made it out the set, from the bus to the ‘Vette
She gon’ give me hella neck, I don’t care if it’s wet

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Big rings on a nigga like the Super Bowl
Tone-tone rose gold like the Rose Bowl
Trap nigga, other day I took twenty-four
Same day, nigga, I ain’t get to change clothes
Pour lime, pour a deuce, now I pour a four
What’s a deuce to a six in a twenty-four?
I can shift so many packs, might get a case (Oh)
But I gots all my money took, I get the case closed
So act bold, I turn tissue when I wipe nose
My neck froze, met my jeweler at the North Pole
And got the backend with a blindfold and eyes closed
You try to pop, gon’ get your feelings hurt and mind blown
My timepiece, I got it in a different time zone
Them diamonds that you got on is rhinestones
I get that bag, can’t be worried ’bout what y’all on
That type of shit that get you caught up and get spied on
That red dot hit you and see a bunch of time fly
Jet high, look in their eyes when that check fly
Red eyes like I be up on the red-eye
Mob ties, OGs they mixin’ live signs

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Aye, Karo, remix, re-rock and finesses
On a private jet, coolin’ with my niggas from the ‘jects
We done made it out the set, from the bus to the ‘Vette
She gon’ give me hella neck, I don’t care if it’s wet
Aye, Karo, remix, re-rock and finesses
On a private jet, coolin’ with my niggas from the ‘jects
We done made it out the set, from the bus to the ‘Vette
She gon’ give me hella neck, I don’t care if it’s wet
Aye, Karo, remix, re-rock and finesses
On a private jet, coolin’ with my niggas from the ‘jects
We done made it out the set, from the bus to the ‘Vette
She gon’ give me hella neck, I don’t care if it’s wet
Aye, Karo, remix, re-rock and finesses
On a private jet, coolin’ with my niggas from the ‘jects
We done made it out the set, from the bus to the ‘Vette
She gon’ give me hella neck, I don’t care if it’s wet

Gucci Mane – Last Night Lyrics

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[Intro: Gucci Mane]
SportsCenter
EA
1-0-1-7 (Ziggy)
Ziggy
Zaytoven
Go

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Sleepin’ on the racks last night, I done fucked around and woke up with a crick in my neck
Got so lit last night, woke up with a buttnaked bitch in my jet
Iced out baguettes on my chest
Bouldercrest tatted in ink on my flesh
I’m the boss, it’s a brick on my desk
Brain so good, yeah, she cheat on her test
Got so high one night, woke up with an ice cream cone on my cheek (How?)
Last night dripped so hard courtside, had to call the mop boy to my seat (Wow)
At the Super Bowl in my suite (Yeah)
Ballin’ so hard, need cleats (Ballin’)
Human highlight like ‘Nique (‘Nique)
And my diamonds are so unique (Bling)
Heard the alphabet boys still watchin’ me
All this D&G on me and my freak (Dolce)
Versace fork and plate when I eat and sleep
And I don’t like to talk, talk cheap (Cheap)
Last night, me and my peeps (Peeps)
Pulled up to the yacht three deep (Deep)
Hundred bad bitches like Freaknik
Diamonds dancing on me like yeet (Iceburg)

[Verse 2: Yung Mal]
I’m that same lil’ dusty lil’ feet
Nigga got rich, now I feel like I’m Pee
Had to sleep on the floor, now it’s courtside seat
I got it scorching, they pay me fifteen just so I rap on they beat
Come to 1’5, you can get ’em for cheap
Still run through the 6
I got shooters on Moreland, my diamonds like water
My Rollie be frosty, it’s colder than Boston (Brr)
Buddy got shot when he reached (Got popped)
Bitch, I’m Big Iceburg, need a mink
Bitch got curved, she don’t mean nothin’ to me (Bitch)
He got some nerve, think he gettin’ it like me (Hah)
I made a thirty this morning while you was asleep (Steph Curry)
I did that boy dirty, I shot him from the three
You don’t know a young nigga that’s rockin’ like me
Keep a pocket full of motherfuckin’ broccoli

[Verse 3: OJ Da Juiceman]
Let these fish take a swim, ayy
Still catchin’ plays by Crim, yeah
Bouldercrest, nigga, we tempt, ayy
Yay still jumpin’ out the gym, yeah
Never ever lose, just win, ayy
Still on the ‘Crest gettin’ it in, yeah
Still sellin’ dope behind tint, ayy
Forty whole thousand on my wrist, yeah
Ballin’ on these niggas, big player, yeah
Still got the work, brick layer, ayy
Real player from the Himalayas, yeah
Wet, diamond water like a whale, yeah
Fifty whole bricks, ten bales, yeah
Used to send work by the mail, ayy
Got tired of takin’ them L’s, yeah
Nigga, I’m a Bouldercrest mayor, ayy

Andy Milonakis – The Superbowl Is Gay Lyrics

The Super Bowl is gay
The super Bowl is gay
The super Bowl is gay
The Super Bowl, Super Bowl
Super Bowl is gay

The Raiders are gay
The Raiders are so fucking gay
Raiders are so fucking gay
The Raiders are gay

The Bucs are gay
The Bucs are also fucking gay
The Bucs are also fucking gay
The Bucs are also fucking gay
The Bucs are gay

Raiders, gay
The Bucs, gay
Super Bowl, gay
Everything else, gay
Water, gay
Cologne is gay
DVD Players are gay
DVDs are gay
Stray cats are gay
The sky is gay
It’s also sometimes grey
But it’s mostly gay
Cottage cheese is gay
Yogurt, gay
Shirts, gay
Vacuum cleaners, gay
Electronic devices, name all of them, are gay
Why are they so gay
Why is everything gay
KFC is gay
McDonalds is gay
McDonalds is gay
You must not misunderstand me when I say McDonalds is gay because it is so gay

Orange juice is gay
Orange juice gay
Orange Juice raped my father
So that makes him gay
So that you know Orange Juice is a male

Gay, gay, gay, gay, gay
I don’t want to play with you cause you’re gay
I don’t want to play with you cause you’re gay
Why don’t you go eat hay, you stupid gay
Why don’t you go eat KFC which I already told you is gay
That’ll make a nice gay couple
Because you’re eating KFC and you are so gay
Just like the chicken that you’re eating
Put on some calgone you faggot cause your gay
So is the calgone cause everything I know is gay that I know
Dollar Bills, gay
Coins, gay
Monitors are gay
Monitors are gay
Scanners are gay
Zip drives, gay
CD Burners, gay
CD burners are gay
They burn music from [?] cause they’re gay

Ay ay ay ay ay
I am not gay
I am not gay
I am not gay
I like girlies
I like girlies
But I like penis so I guess I’m gay
I guess I’m gay
I guess I’m gay, gay, gay, gay, gay, ga
We’re all gay

Travis Scott – Pick Up The Phone (feat. Young Thug & Quavo) lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug & Starrah]
Yaaah, oh, yaaah, uhh
Ooooh, Thugger
Yeah, Travis Scott
Thugger, Thugger, baby
Yaah

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
I pour a four up (ooh, ooh)
I call your hoe up (yahhh)
Just to fuck her and show her (just to fuck)
I just went, got my dough up (I just went, got my dough up)
Pullin’ off and I’m gone (skrrt, skrrt)
Then I go and pour four up (then I go and pour four)
Then I roll up that roll up (roll up, roll up)
Then I’m callin’ your hoe up (callin’ your hoe)
(Like, brrrrr)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone, baby (yahhh, ooh, like, brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (ooh, it’s lit)
I’m in the zone, baby (zone, drive, straight up)
I just poured up a four baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Young Thug]
Never will I cheat on you (yahhh)
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you (yahhh)
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and murk too (ooh, yahhh)
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwing that Rollie on you (yahhh)
I like the way it be freezin’, yeah
(Like, brrrrr)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone, baby (ooh, like, brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (ooh, it’s lit)
I’m in the zone, baby (zone, drive, straight up)
I just poured up a four baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug & Travis Scott]
Pour up a four of that Actavis (yeah)
Lean like my mothafuckin’ granny did (woo)
Super Bowl ring with big body Benz (ayy)
I stack it up now I’m just better livin’ (cash)
Got screws in my mouth, I’m just preppin’ it (hah)
I’m fucking this cash, I’m not celibate (hah)
I’m packin’ it up like a reverend (whoa)
I need all this cash, I got hella kids (woo)
I’ma play dumb and get left in the middle (yeah, yeah)
Back the fuck up, you too little (whoa, whoa)
Hit ’em with three like I’m Miller (yeah, yeah)
I don’t talk to no man in the middle (uh-uh)
I don’t talk to no man, I’m just kiddin’ (I swear)
But I did pay my sister’s tuition (woo)
I feel lucky, I should play the lottery (yeah)
Walkin’ off with it like Sonny Liston (whoa)
Mama told me I’m her brightest star (yah)
Mama told me don’t hate on the law (oww)
Because everybody got a job (what?)
Because everybody wanna be a star (real shit, real shit)
Please believe every motherfucker around here wan’ be a part (swear, swear)
She gon’ do anything in her power to be with ya’ boy
(Like, brrrrr)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone, baby (ooh, like, brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (ooh, it’s lit)
I’m in the zone, baby (zone, drive, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug & Quavo]
Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up MR2
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you (ayy, ayy)
I like the way you be freezin’, yeah (Quavo)

[Verse 3: Quavo & Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone
Macaulay Culkin’ baby, Home Alone (alone)
I thought I was right
Then I had to man up, I was wrong (I was wrong)
I hate when we fight (hey)
She in love with the pipe (pipe)
I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice (ice)
Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
Percocet and Codeine please don’t take my life
She had a dream with Céline
So I bought it twice (Céline)
Young nigga make it right back tonight
Girl, you’re so cute and your ass is nice
Drinkin’ on four and I’m shootin’ dice
Wrist polar bear, Klondike
And I’m loving all races, hell nah don’t discriminize (no)
Drinkin’ on clean, sanitize (drank)
Ostritch seats with the frog eyes (skrrt)
If I ever call your phone baby (brrrrrr)
Best believe it’s only one time
(Brrrrrr, like, brrrrr)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone, baby (ooh, like, brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (ooh, it’s lit)
I’m in the zone, baby (zone, drive, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and MR2
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin’, yeah

[Outro: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone (Pick up the phone)
I’m in the zone, pick up the phone, baby
I’m in the zone

Future – No Shame lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Ain’t no shame in my game
I found a new high, yeah

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR & Future]
There’s no shame in my game
There’s no shame in my pain
I found new propane
I found new cocaine (I found)
There’s no shame in my game (ain’t no)
There’s no shame in my pain
I found new propane (I found)
I found new cocaine (I found)

[Verse 1: Future]
I found Xanax and it’s makin’ me fall in love (love)
I found codeine and it’s flowin’ through my blood
Ain’t no shame, there ain’t no shame (ain’t no shame)
Ain’t no shame, there ain’t no shame (ain’t no)
In codeine, pour, baby, baby, ba, ba
10 bracelets on me lookin’ like sunblock
White diamonds drippin’ on me, neck Lady Gaga
Cut off any typical broads gave me side eye
Perky runnin’ out of time (runnin’ out of time)
That Perky fill it up one time
Surfing, wavin’ ’round the bags
Dirty cup romance

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR & Future]
There’s no shame in my game (ain’t no shame)
There’s no shame in my pain (in my pain)
I found new propane (I found)
I found new cocaine (I found it)
There’s no shame in my game (ain’t no shame in my game)
There’s no shame in my pain (ain’t no shame in my pain)
I found new propane (I found a new propane)
I found new cocaine

[Refrain: PARTYNEXTDOOR & Future]
Now it’s a new high, I found a new high
Now it’s a new high, I found a new high
Tomorrow’s a new life
Tomorrow’s a new life

[Verse 2: Future]
I had to switch through lanes (skrrt)
I had to switch through lanes
Smoking gas, propane (smoking gas, pro)
I should be ashamed (I should be ashamed)
Made love to her, didn’t know her name (make love)
Ain’t no shame in my game (ain’t no shame)
Twenty pink toes and they’re comin’ out of lovin’
Cock on your nose, girl, this must be heaven
Treat me like the king, give me head like Mustafa
Paris with the wind, don’t you worry, I got wifi
50 naked girls in the room doin’ salsa
Ice on your nipple ring shining, Lady Gaga (ice)
Super Bowl ring on my pinky, godfather
Superfly queen on my team, Wakanda

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR & Future]
There’s no shame in my game (ain’t no shame in my game)
There’s no shame in my pain (ain’t no shame)
I found new propane
I found new cocaine (I found a new high)
There’s no shame in my game (ain’t no shame in my game)
There’s no shame in my pain (ain’t no shame in my pain)
I found new propane (I found a new propane)
I found new cocaine

[Refrain: PARTYNEXTDOOR & Future]
Now it’s a new high, I found a new high
Now it’s a new high, I found a new high
Tomorrow’s a new life
Tomorrow’s a new life

[Outro: Future]
Ain’t no shame
Ain’t no shame
Ain’t no shame
Ain’t no shame
Ain’t no

Post Malone – Congratulations (feat. Quavo) lyrics

[Intro: Post Malone]
Mm-mmm
Yah, yah
Mm-mmm
Yah (hey)

[Chorus: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say, “Congratulations” (uh, uh)
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation (uh-huh)
They ain’t never had the dedication (uh, uh)
People hatin’, say we changed and look, we made it (uh, uh)
Yeah, we made it (uh, uh)

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
They was never friendly, yeah
Now I’m jumping out the Bentley, yeah
And I know I sound dramatic, yeah
But I know I had to have it, yeah
For the money, I’m a savage, yeah
I be itching like a addict, yeah
I’m surrounded, twenty bad bitches, yeah
But they didn’t know me last year, yeah
Everyone wanna act like they important (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But all that mean nothing when I saw my dough, yuh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everyone countin’ on me, drop the ball, yuh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everything custom like I’m at the border, yah, yah
If you fuck with winning, put your lighters to the sky
How could I make cents when I got millions on my mind?
Coming with that bullshit, I just put it to the side
Balling since a baby, they could see it in my eyes

[Chorus: Post Malone & Quavo]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say, “Congratulations” (congratulations)
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation (ooh)
They ain’t never had the dedication (uh, uh, ayy)
People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it (uh, uh)
Yeah, we made it (uh, uh, yah)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I was patient (yah)
Uh, I was patient (ayy, uh)
Now I can scream that we made it (we made it)
Now everywhere, everywhere I go, they say ‘gratulation (uh)
Young nigga, young nigga, graduation (yah)
I pick up the rock and I ball, baby (ball)
I’m looking for someone to call, baby (brr)
But right now, I got a situation (ayy)
Never old Ben-Ben Franklins (cash)
Big rings, champagne (ooh, champagne)
My life is like a ball game (ball game)
But instead, I’m in the trap though (trap though)
Pot so big, call it Super Bowl (Super Bowl)
Super Bowl, call the hoes (brr)
Get in the Rolls (skrrt)
Top-floor lifestyle (top)
Huncho and Post (yah, ayy) Malone (ayy)
I gotta play on my phone (ayy)
You know what I’m on (ayy)
Huncho Houdini is gone (ayy)

[Chorus: Post Malone & Quavo]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say, “Congratulations” (ayy, uh, uh)
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation (uh-huh, ooh)
They ain’t never had the dedication (ayy, uh, uh)
People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it (yah, uh, uh)
Yeah, we made it (ayy)

[Outro]
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey

Meek Mill Weighs In On His Song Becoming Eagles Super Bowl Anthem

When the Philadelphia Eagles secured their spot in the Super Bowl, Meek Mill song “Dreams & Nightmares” became an instant team anthem.

The Philly rapper, who is currently serving 2-4 years in prison, has shared his reaction from behind bars after watching the players turn up to his classic single. The players were turning up to the single from on the field to the locker room and even in the parking lot. You can get a glimpse of what went down in the video clips below.

“It really lifted my spirit to hear the team rally around my songs because that’s why I make music–to inspire others and bring people together,” Meek Mill said in a statement via Bleacher Report. “The Eagles have also motivated me with the way they’ve overcome tough situations and injuries to succeed this year.”

The theme of the song fits right into the narrative of how Philadelphia Eagles overcome all odds to make it to the Super Bowl. “I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this / So I had to grind like that to shine like this / In a matter of time I spent on some locked up sh** / In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists / See my dreams unfold, nightmares come true,” Meek Mill raps.

Meek Mill himself has overcome insurmountable odds to become one of the most recognized names in hip hop today. The MMG rapper has been behind bars since November last year for probation violation. He was sentenced to up to 4 years in prison and that sparked a national outcry with some celebrities like JAY-Z calling the judge sentencing heavy-handed. Meek’s legal team has been actively trying to secure his freedom but so far the judge has not budged and even denied a new request for bail.

#Repost @angiemartinez i love this!!! and yo, this is exactly why u should never write @meekmill off. He’s a special one man. when u can make music that connects to ppl’s soul like this… its bigger than the bullshit. #FreeMeek lotta ppl out here prayin for u kid. ?? oh…. and congrats #Philly! ??

A post shared by Meek Mill (@meekmill) on Jan 22, 2018 at 5:32am PST

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Justin Timberlake Announces He Is Performing at the 2018 Super Bowl Halftime Show

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Justin Timberlake is bringing sexy back to the Super Bowl!

The superstar singer took to Twitter on Sunday to announce that he would be performing at the halftime show during the 2018 Super Bowl.

Posting the news with a hilarious wordplay video with pal Jimmy Fallon, Timberlake wrote, “I DO have the time. Half the time…#PepsiHalftime #SBLII @Pepsi @NFL @JimmyFallon @FallonTonight.”

Pepsi also tweeted the big news, writing, “It’s official: @jtimberlake is taking the #PepsiHalftime stage at #SBLII Tune into #SNF tonight for the full scoop & we’ll see you on Feb 4!”

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Superbowl LII will be taking place on Feb. 4, 2018 in Minneapolis, Minn.

This isn’t JT’s first time performing at football’s biggest night.

The showman previously appeared at the halftime show during the 2004 Super Bowl. The smooth singer made headlines (and lawsuits) when he ripped off Janet Jackson‘s clothes, exposing her breast to the world in the now-infamous “Boobgate.”

Hopefully this year’s performance will be a bit tamer.

In an exclusive interview with Football Night in America host Mike Tirico that aired tonight at halftime of Sunday Night Football, said of being asked, “It’s a huge moment so I was very excited.”

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Lady Gaga performed last year at the Super Bowl LI and Tirico asked if anything like her high-flying performance would be happening with JT. The former boybander said don’t count on it.

“I don’t know, man. I’m 36 now. I don’t know how much of that I can do anymore.”

He said his aim for the fast-paced, high-octane set is to get people dancing and having fun.

“What I really want to do is take the opportunity to put together a performance that feels like it unifies. I feel like that would be the ultimate accomplishment, and then the icing on the cake is at some point, within that 12 minutes, that everybody is shaking their booty.”

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We can’t stop the feeling that we think Justin’s probably going to be able to hit his mark!

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Macklemore – Willy Wonka (feat. Offset) (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

RIP Willy Wonka, watch the roof come off
I pull up in that candy paint, call it Veruca Salt
You cheated and you lied, you broke the rules, my dog
Now you wanna come around when there’s food involved
Hell no
Let the truth be told, I’m in the Coogi rope
With the dookie roll, a little Bousie on
I’m eating sushi rolls, doing the tootsie rolls
Thinking about future goals
Hit it what you’ve been on
I’m in a neutral zone, I’m about to lose control
And I’m hoppin’ out, you think it’s Rick Ross
I’m pulling out in that Maybach
And I copped that from the thrift shop
When my daughter is singing "Hakuna Matata"
While they hooting and hollering
I’m maneuvering out to Budapest
Got my baby mama ? and audit the IRS
Been callin’, tryna get into my wallet
But they ain’t getting all up in it
Put my feet up on the ottoman
I oughta be relaxin’, ’cause I’m all about that action boss
I’m a motherfuckin’ icon, boots made of python
I’m met with the Pres and I’m in Obama’s iPod
My front yard got all kinds of cars
Long caddy blue body call it Avatar
I don’t really fuck with the caviar
6 figures get your 16 Wonka bars, give me that
Willy Wonka flavor (Willy Wonka)
Willy Wonka been had haters (Hey)
Willy Wonka live on acres (Acres)
Willy Wonka got a lot of paper (Racks)
Go to take a picture with a raver (Wraith)
I barely see my own neighbors (Where?)
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
I woke up like
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
I got more flavor than Willy Wonka (flavor)
I took three bitches to Benihanas
I took a jet out to Punta Cana
She got her lift from my anaconda
Hands on my hip when I grip the burner
Roll up some cookie, you smell the burner
Willy Wonka probably pour Duss
Blowing up this money like a flu
I pipe the shit up but can’t pipe that bitch up
No, Super Bowl ring, but not one Super Bowl
What would you do for some dope? (flash)
I took a picture for four
I never play with my nose
My wrist is a ‘fridgerator cause its cold
Pull up in the frog I suppose
I was broke when I was a tadpole
Hoppin’ out the gold shit
Jumpin’ in the crowd off off ?
All in her mouth like Scope
Green Lamborghini, four clover
How many horses up in your motor?
Snakes in the grass, they cobras
Tryna give a hundred like Hova
Raindrop lifestyle emoji
Willy Wonka flavor (Willy Wonka)
Willy Wonka been had haters (Hey)
Willy Wonka live on acres (Acres)
Willy Wonka got a lot of paper (Racks)
Go to take a picture with a raver (Wraith)
I barely see my own neighbors (Where?)
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
I woke up like
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
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Willy Wonka – Macklemore feat. Offset lyrics

Lyrics Macklemore – Willy Wonka

R.I.P. Willy Wonka, watch the roof come off
I pull up in that candy paint, call it Veruca Salt
You cheated and you lied, you broke the rules, my dog
Now you wanna come around when there’s food involved
Hell no versuri-lyrics.info
Let the truth be told, I’m in a Gucci robe
With the dookie roll, and Lil Boosie on
I’m eating sushi rolls, doin’ the tootsie rolls
Thinkin’ about future goals, hater what’chu been on?
I’m in a neutral zone, I’m ’bout to lose control
And I’m hoppin’ out, you’d think it’s Rick Ross
I’m pulling out in that Maybach
And I copped that from the thrift shop
When my daughter’s singing “Hakuna Matata” while they hootin’ and hollerin’
I’m maneuverin’ nothin’ Budapest
Got my baby mama and duckin’ the out at the IRS been callin’
Tryna get into my wallet, but they ain’t gettin’ all of it
I put my feet up on the autom’ that I ought to be relaxin’ (relax)
‘Cause I’m just ’bout that action boss, b-b-bout that action boss
I’m a motherfuckin’ icon, boots made of python
I met with the Pres and I’m in Obama’s iPod
My front yard got all kinds of cars
Long Cadi’, blue body, call it Avatar
I don’t really f**k with the caviar
6 figures get your 16 Wonka bars, give me that.

Willy Wonka flavor
Willy Wonka been had haters
Willy Wonka live on acres
Willy Wonka got a lot of paper
Go to take a picture with a raver
I barely see my own neighbors
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor life saver
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor life saver
Willy Wonka, I got flavor.

I woke up like
/B*tch, I’m Willy Wonka./ (x4)

I got more flavor than Willy Wonka
I took three bitches to Benihana’s
I took a jet out to Punta Cana
She got her lips ’round my my anaconda
Hands on my hip when I grip the burner
Roll up some cookie, you smelt the burner
Willy Wonka probably pour deuce
Blowing up this money like a flu
I pipe the s**t up but can’t pipe that b***h up
No, Super Bowl ring, but not one Super Bowl
What would you do for some dope?
I took a picture for vogue
I never play with my nose
My wrist is a ‘fridgerator cause its cold
Pull up in the frog, I suppose
I was broke when I was a tadpole
Hoppin’ out the ghost
Jumpin’ in the crowd off of ghosts
All in her mouth like Scope
Green Lamborghini, four-clover
How many horses up in your motor?
Snakes in the grass, they cobras
Tryna give a hundred like Hova
Raindrop, iced out emoji.

Willy Wonkaaa flavor
Willy Wonkaaa been had haters
Willy Wonkaaa live on acres
Willy Wonkaaa got a lot of paper
Go to take a picture with a raver
I barely see my own neighbors
Willy Wonkaaa, I got flavor
Willy Wonkaaa, I got flavor
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor life saver
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor life saver
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Willy Wonka, I got flavor.

I woke up like
/B*tch, I’m Willy Wonkaaa./ (x4)

Geminiii.
Macklemore lyrics
Video Wonka

Macklemore – Willy Wonka (feat. Offset)

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
R.I.P. Willy Wonka, watch the roof come off
I pull up in that candy paint, call it Veruca Salt
You cheated and you lied, you broke the rules, my dog
Now you wanna come around when there’s food involved
Hell no
Let the truth be told, I’m in a Gucci robe
With the dookie roll, and Lil Boosie on
I’m eating sushi rolls, doin’ the tootsie rolls
Thinkin’ about future goals, hater what’chu been on?
I’m in a neutral zone, I’m ’bout to lose control
And I’m hoppin’ out, you’d think it’s Rick Ross
I’m pulling out in that Maybach
And I copped that from the thrift shop
When my daughter’s singing "Hakuna Matata" while they hootin’ and hollerin’
I’m maneuverin’ nothin’ Budapest
Got my baby mama and duckin’ the out at the IRS been callin’
Tryna get into my wallet, but they ain’t gettin’ all of it
I put my feet up on the autom’ that I ought to be relaxin’ (relax)
‘Cause I’m just ’bout that action boss, b-b-bout that action boss
I’m a motherfuckin’ icon, boots made of python
I met with the Pres and I’m in Obama’s iPod
My front yard got all kinds of cars
Long Cadi’, blue body, call it Avatar
I don’t really fuck with the caviar
6 figures get your 16 Wonka bars, give me that

[Chorus: Offset]
Willy Wonka flavor (Willy Wonka)
Willy Wonka been had haters (Hey)
Willy Wonka live on acres (Acres)
Willy Wonka got a lot of paper (Racks)
Go to take a picture with a raver (Wraith)
I barely see my own neighbors (Where?)
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor life saver
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor life saver
Willy Wonka, I got flavor

[Post-Chorus: Macklemore]
I woke up like
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka

[Verse 2: Offset]
I got more flavor than Willy Wonka (flavor)
I took three bitches to Benihana’s (woo)
I took a jet out to Punta Cana (pew, pew)
She got her lips ’round my my anaconda (oh!)
Hands on my hip when I grip the burner (brrrt)
Roll up some cookie, you smelt the burner (cookie)
Willy Wonka probably pour deuce
Blowing up this money like a flu
I pipe the shit up but can’t pipe that bitch up (pipe)
No, Super Bowl ring, but not one Super Bowl (hey)
What would you do for some dope? (flash)
I took a picture for vogue
I never play with my nose (no)
My wrist is a ‘fridgerator cause its cold (cold)
Pull up in the frog, I suppose
I was broke when I was a tadpole
Hoppin’ out the ghost
Jumpin’ in the crowd off of ghosts
All in her mouth like Scope
Green Lamborghini, four-clover (skrrt)
How many horses up in your motor? (err)
Snakes in the grass, they cobras (snake)
Tryna give a hundred like Hova (M’s)
Raindrop, iced out emoji

[Chorus: Offset]
Willy Wonka flavor (Willy Wonka)
Willy Wonka been had haters (Hey)
Willy Wonka live on acres (Acres)
Willy Wonka got a lot of paper (Racks)
Go to take a picture with a raver (Wraith)
I barely see my own neighbors (Where?)
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor life saver
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor life saver
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Willy Wonka, I got flavor

[Post-Chorus: Macklemore]
I woke up like
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka

[Outro]
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Macklemore – Willy Wonka lyrics

Below are the complete “Willy Wonka” lyrics by Macklemore displayed. These lyrics were added 11 hours ago.

Willy Wonka lyrics

RIP Willy Wonka, watch the roof come off
I pull up in that candy paint, call it Veruca Salt
You cheated and you lied, you broke the rules, my dog
Now you wanna come around when there’s food involved
Hell no
Let the truth be told, I’m in the [?]
With the dookie roll, a little [?] on
I’m eating sushi rolls, doing the tootsie rolls
Thinking about Gucci [?]
I’m in a neutral zone, I’m about to lose control
About to hop out, you thinking I’m Rick Ross
I’m pulling out in that Maybach
And I copped that from the thrift shop
When my daughter is singing “Hakuna Matata”
While they hooting and hollering
I’m maneuvering [?] Budapest
Got my baby mama and [?] the IRS
[?] tryna get into my wallet
But they ain’t getting all up in it
Put my feet up and I’m
[?] relax, cause I’m all about that action boss

[Pre-Chorus: Macklemore]
I’m a motherf*ckin’ icon, boots made of python
I’m met with the Pres and I’m in Obama’s iPod
My front yard got all kinds of cars
I don’t really f*ck with the caviar
6 figures get your 16 Wonka bars, give me that

[Chorus: Offset]
Willy Wonka flavor (Willy Wonka)
Willy Wonka been had haters (Hey)
Willy Wonka live on acres (Acres)
Willy Wonka got a lot of paper (Racks)
Go to take a picture with a raver (Wraith)
I barely see my own neighbors (Where?)
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Willy Wonka, I got flavor

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[Post-Chorus: Macklemore]
I woke up like
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka

[Verse 2: Offset ]
I got more flavor than Willy Wonka (flavor)
I took three bitches to Benihanas
I took a jet out to Punta Cana
She got her lift from my anaconda
Hands on my hip when I grip the burner
Roll up some cookie, you smell the burner
Willy Wonka probably pour Duss
Blowing up this money like a flu
I pipe the sh*t up but can’t pipe that bitch up
No, Super Bowl ring, but not one Super Bowl
What would you do for some dope? (flash)
I took a picture for four
I never play with my nose
My wrist is a ‘fridgerator cause its cold
Pull up in the [?] I suppose
I was broke when I was a tadpole
Hoppin’ out the gold sh*t
Jumpin’ in the crowd all for [?]
All in her mouth like Scope
Green [?]for clover
How many horses up in your motor?
Snakes in the grass, they cobra
Tryna give a hundred like [?]
Raindrop lifestyle emoji

[Chorus: Offset]
Willy Wonka flavor (Willy Wonka)
Willy Wonka been had haters (Hey)
Willy Wonka live on acres (Acres)
Willy Wonka got a lot of paper (Racks)
Go to take a picture with a raver (Wraith)
I barely see my own neighbors (Where?)
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Willy Wonka, I got flavor

[Post-Chorus: Macklemore]
I woke up like
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka

[Outro]
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Watch Macklemore and Lil Yachty New “Marmalade” Video

Macklemore and Lil Yachty came through with a fun filled video for their feel-good single “Marmalade.”

The cut was co-directed by Macklemore and Jason Koenig and features both rappers dreaming about their imaginary sons stealing their dad’s car and went on a joyride with friends. The video starts out with Macklemore’s son stealing his car keys and a couple stacks of cash from him while he was sleeping on the couch.

The rest of the video was filled with fun adventures like driving through the city in a Maybach with music blaring. The crew then went and stole Tom Brady’s Super Bowl jersey and gave it to NFL legend Marshawn Lynch to get access to his pool for a pool party. Before you know the poolside was filled with kids from all over the neighborhood.

Jay-Z – Family Feud Lyrics

JAY-Z
Family Feud Lyrics

My nigga got on
My nigga got on all white, no socks
My nigga got that cocaina on today
That’s how he feel
Turn my vocal up
That’s how you feel, Emory?
Turn my vocal up some more
Turn my vocal up, Guru!
Turn the music up too

Super Bowl goals
My wife in the crib feedin’ the kids liquid gold
We in a whole different mode
Kid that used to pitch bricks can’t be pigeonholed
I cooked up more chicken when the kitchen closed
Oh, we gon’ reach a billi’ first
I told my wife the spiritual shit really work
Alhamdulillah, I run through ’em all
Hovi’s home, all these phonies come to a halt
All this old talk left me confused
You’d rather be old rich me or new you?
And old niggas, y’all stop actin’ brand new
Like, 2Pac ain’t have a nose ring too, huh

Nobody wins when the family feuds
But my stash can’t fit into Steve Harvey’s suit
I’m clear why I’m here, how about you?
Ain’t no such thing as an ugly billionaire, I’m cute
Mmmmm
Pretty much
If anybody gettin’ handsome checks, it should be us
f**k rap, crack cocaine
Nah we did that, Black-owned things
Hundred percent, Black-owned champagne
And we merrily merrily eatin’ off these streams
Y’all still drinkin’ Perrier-Jouët, huh
But we ain’t get through to you yet, uh
What’s better than one billionaire? Two (two)
‘Specially if they’re from the same hue as you
Y’all stop me when I stop tellin’ the truth

Rick Ross – Apple Of My Eye (feat. Raphael Saadiq) (Rather You Than Me Album)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
(Hahahah!)
Just being somebody that the neighborhood respected
And my mama could be proud of, was the apple of my eye
That’s all I ever wanted, just being something, man
So at that point what else can you ask for?
(Maybach Music)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Tears runnin’ down a nigga face
In a room full of failures, I feel out of place
Still sleepin’ on the floor when you deserve better
Got you reekin’ through the cold even in warm weather
I told Meek, "I wouldn’t trust Nicki
Instead of beefin’ with your dog, you just give ’em some distance"
We all make mistakes, let’s not be too specific
We like, "I rather be a killer than be a statistic"
I never fold, no, I never ran
On my soul, I’ll roll like an avalanche
I thank the Lord I got some great friends
That’s why every bottle I open, I say, "Amen"
Just had seizure at the Super Bowl
Woke up in the third quarter lookin’ for the smoke
If it’s more than a quarter million, I’ll count it twice
Pucci broke my heart, shit, I call it life
And never will I call it right
Not perfect but I’m the one you would call at night
Travelin’ the world, I’m just reppin’ my city
But rarely do I hear that this nigga done did it
When niggas in fatigues will keep you intrigued
‘Cause the loss of life’s the only thing niggas believe
So I pray you listen carefully
Then I become another motherfuckin’ casualty

[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
Always speak and say hi
You just never ever walk on by (never ever walk on by)
You even stopped and put one in the sky (the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I (for the love of you and)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Standin’ on your block but you so out of place
Uncle on the couch, momma runnin’ out of space
Lights off so you never tend to speak much
Go your separate ways every time the lease up
A fat ugly nigga, thought I’d never be nothin’
Another tree stump, happy with his free lunch
Duckin’ pigeons, I’m an eagle on a sunny day
Flap my wings once a week, pray I glide safe
I want fried chicken at my funeral
Rolls Royces, dope boys, Sway interviews
Everybody dyin’ for the same things
Cop kill a nigga, don’t nobody gangbang
I’m happy Donald Trump became the president
Because we gotta destroy, before we elevate
Real shit, look at me inside the white house
With a pocket full of weed inside the white house
Dead presidents tattooed on a nigga chest
U.S. treasury addressing me, mad at my address
Own the biggest residential pool in the U.S
Drake and Kanye can invite every bitch they ever met
Finger fuckin’ bitches in the holy water
Then I go an tell what happened to my only daughter
So her daddy told it to her firsthand
Never perfect but it’s not just ’bout them purses

[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
Always speak and say hi
I just never ever walk on by (never ever walk on by)
You even stopped and put one in the sky (the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I (yeah)

[Verse 3: Raphael Saadiq]
The streets could never teach me
All the things I got from you
I found myself in the wrong lane
And I ended up in pain (Pain)
I was strolling down a dark street
When this girl passed me by
She said you’ve always been a good friend (always been a good friend)
And you never never never let me down
I’ll just fall back, never turn back
Let it go, let it go
I’ll just fall back, never turn back
Let it go, let it go

[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
Always speak and say hi
I just never ever walk on by (never ever walk on by)
You even stopped and put one in the sky (the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I (for the love of you and I)

Hi-Rez – No Snakes (Missing Pieces Album)

[Verse 1]
Every day I ate the dollar menu, if it wasn’t on it, couldn’t order that
Fast forward couple years later, McDonald’s paid me like forty racks
Drugs, money, woman, closet, clothes, always knew that there was more than that
I was biking to the studio ’cause I ain’t have a car like the quarterback
They telling me I can’t rap homie ’cause I ain’t got no tats on me
Like the Seahawks in the Super Bowl, labels should’ve never passed on me
To all the girls who rejected me, know that they gonna regret today
Years ago when I was dropping music, all I saw was ‘LOL’ and ‘SMH’
Now they all up in my mentions bruh, asking me to come home now
Helped out way too many snakes so it’s everybody on their own now
Every year I cut my grass lower, no snakes, let me say it twice
Everybody that’s not in my shoes always tryna give me lame advice
Used to be up on the sidelines, now I went at three, I just lay it up
Remember Pops working overtime, coming back home when I was waking up
That’s the reason that I go hard, guess the apple don’t fall far
Had to cut a couple people off ’cause they crossed the line like a false start

[Hook]
I’ve been doing things that I shouldn’t be
Lot of snakes up in my grass, wish they wouldn’t be
I’ve been going hard, running up a cheque
Making people so upset
Guess that’s just the way it be
I’ve been putting on for the ones I love
Putting all my trust in the one above
You can’t tell me nothing that’ll kill my vibe
Right now I feel so alive
Got some liquor in my cup

[Verse 2]
I was on meth, staring at the ceiling
No emotions, I ain’t have no feelings
Stuck in this city all alone
Ain’t no friends who hittin’ my phone
Breaking off bread with the ones who loyal
My whole fam rules they go royal
Still the same kid who came out the mud
But I turned that shit into soil
I grew the vision, no pot to piss in
Remember back then when nobody listened
Never needed nobody else
Did this shit with no fucking help
I was stuck in some bad record deals
Felt like I was living in a cell
But to get to Heaven, gotta go through Hell
Wish I had that money for my brother’ bail
On the road, not picking up my phone, found out that my Grandpa passed
In a couple bad relationships, thank God I got out of that
For a little while, the dreams got blurry, felt like I had some cataracts
Coming up, kids would laugh at me, safe to say I got the last of laughs
Lot of friends turn to enemies, no snakes ’til I fucking die
Doctor had me on depression meds, I was losing my fucking mind
Got on my ass, finally grinding, now every day I wake up loving life
Guess that I just had to go through the dark if I wanted to end up being in the light

[Hook][x2]
I’ve been doing things that I shouldn’t be
Lot of snakes up in my grass, wish they wouldn’t be
I’ve been going hard, running up a cheque
Making people so upset
Guess that’s just the way it be
I’ve been putting on for the ones I love
Putting all my trust in the one above
You can’t tell me nothing that’ll kill my vibe
Right now I feel so alive
Got some liquor in my cup

Post Malone – Congratulations (feat. Quavo) (On The Late Night With Seth Meyers) (Live)

[Intro]
Mm-mmm
Yeah, yeah
Mm-mmm
Yeah

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look, we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
They was never friendly, yeah
Now I’m jumping out the Bentley, yeah
And I know I sound dramatic, yeah
But I know I had to have it, yeah
For the money, I’m a savage, yeah
I be itching like a addict, yeah
I’m surrounded, twenty bad bitches, yeah
But they didn’t know me last year, yeah
Everyone wanna act like they important
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But all that mean nothing when I swang my door, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everyone countin’ on me, drop the ball, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everything custom like I’m at the boarder, yeah, yeah
If you fuck with winning, put your lighters to the sky
How could I make sense when I got millions on my mind?
Coming with that bullshit, I just put it to the side
Balling since a baby, they could see it in my eyes

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I was patient, yeah, oh
I was patient, aye, oh
Now I can scream that we made it
Now everyone, everywhere I go, they say ‘gratulations
Young nigga, young nigga, graduation
I pick up the rock and I ball, baby
I’m looking for someone to call, baby
But right now, I got a situation
Never old Ben-Ben Franklins
Big rings, champagne
My life is like a ball game
But instead, I’m in the trap though
Pot so big, call it Super Bowl
Super Bowl, call the hoes, get in the Rolls
Top-floor lifestyle, Huncho and Post
Malone, I got a play on my phone, aye
You know what I’m on, aye
Huncho Houdini is gone, aye

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Outro]
(Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey)

Post Malone, Quavo & Metro Boomin – Congratulations (On Late Night With Seth Meyers) (Live)

[Intro]
Mm-mmm
Yeah, yeah
Mm-mmm
Yeah

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look, we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
They was never friendly, yeah
Now I’m jumping out the Bentley, yeah
And I know I sound dramatic, yeah
But I know I had to have it, yeah
For the money, I’m a savage, yeah
I be itching like a addict, yeah
I’m surrounded, twenty bad bitches, yeah
But they didn’t know me last year, yeah
Everyone wanna act like they important
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But all that mean nothing when I saw my dough, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everyone countin’ on me, drop the ball, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everything custom like I’m at the border, yeah, yeah
If you fuck with winning, put your lighters to the sky
How could I make sense when I got millions on my mind?
Coming with that bullshit, I just put it to the side
Balling since a baby, they could see it in my eyes

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I was patient, yeah, oh
I was patient, aye, oh
Now I can scream that we made it
Now everyone, everywhere I go, they say ‘gratulations
Young nigga, young nigga, graduation
I pick up the rock and I ball, baby
I’m looking for someone to call, baby
But right now, I got a situation
Never old Ben-Ben Franklins
Big rings, champagne
My life is like a ball game
But instead, I’m in the trap though
Pot so big, call it Super Bowl
Super Bowl, call the hoes, get in the Rolls
Top-floor lifestyle, Huncho and Post
Malone, I gotta play on my phone, aye
You know what I’m on, aye
Huncho Houdini is gone, aye

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Outro]
(Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey)

Drake – Sacrifices (feat. 2 Chainz & Youn (More Life Album)

[Verse 1: Drake]
Wrote this shit, January 21
Baby girl, I had to run, I’ll be back a couple months
Kendall turned 21, was up the street with 21
They could see me online, but they won’t see me on the ones
I got Dubai plates in the California state
I got her waitin’ at my place, I got no baby on the way
I’m talkin’ Baby like Stunna, I’m talkin’ Baby like Face
Lost millions in the past, I’m talkin’ maybe like eight
Couple niggas from the city
Wishin’ on a star, could they be like Drake
Sorry, no, not today, you gotta find your own way
Big dog from the 6, I’m talkin’ Dogg like Nate
My shit be raw out the gate, I don’t need another take
40 got house on the lake, I ain’t know we had a lake
She complainin’ how I’m late, I ain’t know it was a date
Niggas see me in person, first thing they say is
"I know you need a break"
Hell naw, I feel great, ready now, why wait?
Like a kiss from a rose
I could be the one to seal your whole fate
So be careful what you think, think about what you gon’ say
Gotta deal with people straight, I got my 23’s laced
It’s a marathon, not a sprint, but I still gotta win the race, yeah

[Hook: Drake]
And I’m convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
We seein’ so many blessings, shit don’t make no sense
Someone watchin’ over us, so shout goes out to him
Yeah, I’m convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
Yeah, I did some wrong, I had no choice in my defense
Someone watchin’ over us, so shout goes out to—

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz, I’m a real one
Few shows, that’s a mil run
When she bust it down
I said, "Thanks for givin’ to me," like a pilgrim
Cold world’ll be chillin’
Earmuffs on the children
Used to trap out the Hilton
Got wood on the Cartiers; that’s a face full of splinters
Count a bankroll for dinner
This the wrong place to enter
Phone sex for breakfast, all kinda women text us
Met her at the Super Bowl
Told her I stayed down the street from Texas
A-Town, I stay down, yeah, it’s all in the wrist
This one here out the fence
Trap jumpin’ like the Carter, we into jumpin’ like Vince
Moved on from the election
Introduced her to the plug
Can’t believe they tried to take the connection
Ooh, girl, you a blessin’, fine ass, be finessin’
Yeah, I love my fans
But I don’t wanna take pictures in the restroom
Drench God with the 6 God, point guard and the two guard
"Pretty Girls Like Trap Music"
So I woke up with my wood hard

[Hook: Drake]
And I’m convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
We seein’ so many blessings, shit don’t make no sense
Someone watchin’ over us, so shout goes out to him
Yeah, I’m convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
Yeah, I did some wrong, I had no choice in my defense
Someone watchin’ over us, so shout goes out to—

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
I was stealin’ from a bitch, back when I was 21
My favorite gun was a SIG, 20 in the clip, head one
Growin’ up, I was a runnin’ back
You never made me ran once
I got shot, sweat started runnin’
That shit was red like Hunt (ketchup)
I’m kickin’ pimpin’ like I punt
But don’t you think shit’s sweet?
I’m talkin’ sweet, thin meat
I’m talkin’ suite like he sleep
We ain’t doin’ too much talkin’
I’m talmbout talkin’ like a speech
Like the President, I kill and meet
I’m talkin’ neat like freak
I’m talkin’ neat like fleek
I’m talkin’ neat like a geek (yeah)
You come with beef, I eat the beat
I’m talkin’ B’s, spellin’ B
Double R, that’s a Rolls, paint it yellow like it’s dairy
I’m talkin’ Rose like Derrick
I’m talkin’ Rolls like a Bentley
Like a new car, I got two keys
Tryna score the bucket like a Chevy seat
Then I heard they been pullin’ all week
I’ma use her name, like, "Who is he?"
You get it? I said I’ma use her name, like, "Who is he?"
Got some gold on, leprechaun sheets
Deep sleep short for deceased
Big bezel on the Patty
I’m talkin’ PADI—I meant Patek
Don’t try to take it, I got guns
I’m talkin’ guns, not pellets
I watch the game from the floor (floor seats)
I’m talkin’ wood, first mattress
I’m talkin’ wood, pants down
I’m talkin’ woods like them clowns (you get it?)
I got my mink off a monkey
I’m talkin’ monkey like Jumanji
All your diamonds partly sunny
I’m talkin’ sunny like D, Sunny
My diamonds wet, it cost me money
I’m talkin’ wet like it’s runnin’ (sink)
I’m talkin’ wet like Katrina (New Orleans)
I’m talkin’ wet like Dasani, huh

[Hook: Drake]
And I’m convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
We seein’ so many blessings, shit don’t make no sense
Someone watchin’ over us, so shout goes out to him
Yeah, I’m convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
Yeah, I did some wrong, I had no choice in my defense
Someone watchin’ over us, so shout goes out to—

DRAKE – Sacrifices lyrics

Wrote this shit, January 21
Baby girl, I had to run, I be back a couple months
Kendall turned 21, was up the street with 21
They could see me online but they won’t see me on the ones
I got Dubai plates in the California state
I got her waitin’ at my place, I got no baby on the way
I’m talkin’ Baby like Stunna, I’m talkin’ Baby like Face
Lost millions in the past, I’m talkin’ maybe like 8
Couple niggas run the city, wishin’ on a star could maybe like Drake
Sorry no, not today, you gotta find your own way
Big dog from the 6, I’m talkin’ Dogg like Nate
My shit be roll out the gate, I don’t need another take
40 got house on the lake, I ain’t know we had a lake
She complainin’ how I’m late, I ain’t know it was a date
Niggas see me in person, first thing they say is, “I know you need a break”
Hell naw, I feel great, ready now, why wait?
Like a kiss from a rose, I could be the one to seal your whole fate
So be careful what you think, think about what you gon’ say
Gotta deal with people straight, I got my 23s laced
It’s a marathon, not a sprint, but I still gotta win the race, yeah

And I’m convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
We seein’ so many blessin’s, this shit don’t make no sense
Someone watchin’ over us, so shot goes out to him
Yeah, I’m convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
Yeah, I did some wrong, I had no choice in my defense
Someone watchin’ over us, so shot goes out to

2 Chainz, I’m a real one
Few shows, that’s a mil run
When she bust it down, I said thanks for givin’ to me like a pilgrim
Cold world, I be chillin’
Elon Musk on the children
Used to trap out the Hilton
Got wood on the Cartiers, that’s a face full of splinters
Count a bankroll for dinner
This the wrong place to enter
Throwin’ sigs, yeah, for breakfast
All kinda women text us
Met her at the Super Bowl, told her I stayed down the street from Texas
A-Town, I stay down
Yeah, it’s all in the Ritz
This one here out the fence
Trap jumpin’ like the Carter
[?] jumpin’ like Vince
Moved on from election
Introduced her to the plug, can’t believe they tried to take the connection
Ooh, girl, you a blessin’
Fine ass, be finessin’
Yeah, I love my fans but I don’t wanna take pictures in the restroom
Dreads god with the 6 god
Point guard and the 2 guard
Pretty girls like trap music so I woke up with my wood hard

And I’m convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
We seein’ so many blessin’s, this shit don’t make no sense
Someone watchin’ over us, so shot goes out to him
Yeah, I’m convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
Yeah, I did some wrong, I had no choice in my defense
Someone watchin’ over us, so shot goes out to

I was stealing from a bitch, back when I was 21
My favorite gun was a sig, 20 in the clip, had 1
Growin’ up, I was a runnin’ back, you never made me ran once
I got shot, sweat startin’ runnin’, that shit was real like [?]
I’m kickin’ pimpin’ like I punt, but don’t you think shit’s sweet
I’m talkin’ sweet, them meek, I’m talkin’ sweet like he sleep
We ain’t doin’ too much talkin’, I’m come out talkin’ like a speech
Like the President, I kill a meet, I’m talkin’ meet like freak
I’m talkin’ meek like fleek, I’m talkin’ meek like a geek
You come with beef, I eat the beat
I’m talkin’ beats, spellin’ B
Double R, that’s a Rolls
Paint it yellow like it’s there
I’m talkin’ Rolls like Derek
I’m talkin’ Rolls like a Bentley
Like a new car, I got 2 keys
Tryna score the bucket like a Chevy C
Then I heard they been pullin’ all week
I’ma use a name like who is he, you get it?
I said I’ma use a name like who is he
Got some gold on, that [?]
Deep sleep for deceased
Big bezel on the pati’, I’m talkin’ pati’, I mean panic
Don’t try to take it, I got guns
I’m talkin’ guns, not pellets
I watch the game from the floor
I’m talkin’ wood, first mattress
I’m talkin’ wood, pants down
I’m talkin’ woods like them clowns
I got my mean off a monkey
I’m talkin’ monkey like jumanji
All your diamonds partly sunny
I’m talkin’ sunny like the sunny
My diamonds wet, it cost me money
I’m talkin’ wet like it’s runnin’
I’m talkin’ wet like Katrina (New Orleans)
I’m talkin’ wet like the Sunday, huh

And I’m convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
We seein’ so many blessin’s, this shit don’t make no sense
Someone watchin’ over us, so shot goes out to him
Yeah, I’m convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
Yeah, I did some wrong, I had no choice in my defense
Someone watchin’ over us, so shot goes out to

RICK ROSS – Apple Of My Eye lyrics

Just being somebody that the neighborhood respected
And my mama could be proud of, was the apple of my eye
That’s all I ever wanted, just to being something man
At that point what else can you ask for?

Tears running out of a nigga face
In a room full of failures I feel out of place
Still sleeping on the floor when you deserve better
Got you reeking through the cold even in warm weather
I told Meek I wouldn’t trust Nicki, instead of beefing with your dog you just give him some distance
We all make mistakes, lets not be to specific
You rather be a killer than be statistic
An never fold no I never ran
On my soul I’ll roll like an avalanche
I thank the lord I got some great friends
That’s why every bottle I open I say amen
Just had seizure at the Super Bowl
Woke up in the third quarter looking for the smoke
If its more then a quarter million, Ill count it twice
Poochie broke my heart shit I call it life
An never will I call it rite
Not perfect but I’m the one you would call at night
Traveling the world, I’m just reppin’ my city
But rarely do I hear that this nigga done did it
When niggas in fatigues will keep you intrigued
Cause the loss of lifes the only thing that niggas believe
So I pray you listen carefully
Then I become another muthafuckin’ casualty

Always speak and say right
I just never ever walk on by
(never ever walk on by)
You even stop and put one in the sky
(the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I
(for the love of you and..)

Standin’ on your block but you so out of place
Uncle on the couch, momma running out of space
Lights off so you never tend to speak much
Go your separate ways every time the lease up
A fat ugly nigga thought I’d never be nothing
Another tree stump, happy with his free lunch
Duckin’ pigeons, I’m an eagle on a sunny day
Flap my wings once a week, pray I glide safe
I want fried chicken at my funeral
Rolls Royces, dope boys, Sway interviews
Everybody dying for the same things
Cop kill a nigga don’t nobody gangbang
I’m happy Donald Trump became the president
Because we gotta destroy, before we elevate
Real shit, look at me inside the white house
With a pocket full of weed inside the white house
Dead presidents tattooed on a nigga chest
U.S. treasury addressing me, mad at my address
Own the biggest residential pool is the US
Drake and Kanye can invite every bitch they ever met
Finger fuckin’ bitches in the holy water
Then I go an tell what happened to my only daughter
So her daddy told it to her firsthand
Never perfect but its not just bout them purses

Always speak and say right
I just never ever walk on by
(never ever walk on by)
You even stop and put one in the sky
(the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I
(yeah)

The streets could never teach me
All the things I got from you
I found myself in the wrong lane
And I ended up in pain (Pain)
I was strolling down a dark street
When this girl passed me by
She said you’ve always been a good friend
(Always been a good friend)
And you never never never let me down
I’ll just fall back never turn back
Let it go let it go
I’ll just fall back never turn back
Let it go let it go

Always speak and say right
I just never ever walk on by
(never ever walk on by)
You even stop and put one in the sky
(the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I
(for the love of you and I)

Post Malone – Congratulations (feat. Quavo)

[Intro]
Mm-mmm
Yeah, yeah
Mm-mmm
Yeah

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look, we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
They was never friendly, yeah
Now I’m jumping out the Bentley, yeah
And I know I sound dramatic, yeah
But I know I had to have it, yeah
For the money, I’m a savage, yeah
I be itching like a addict, yeah
I’m surrounded, twenty bad bitches, yeah
But they didn’t know me last year, yeah
Everyone wanna act like they important
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But all that mean nothing when I swang my door, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everyone countin’ on me, drop the ball, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everything custom like I’m at the boarder, yeah, yeah
If you fuck with winning, put your lighters to the sky
How could I make sense when I got millions on my mind?
Coming with that bullshit, I just put it to the side
Balling since a baby, they could see it in my eyes

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I was patient, yeah, oh
I was patient, aye, oh
Now I can scream that we made it
Now everyone, everywhere I go, they say ‘gratulations
Young nigga, young nigga, graduation
I pick up the rock and I ball, baby
I’m looking for someone to call, baby
But right now, I got a situation
Never old Ben-Ben Franklins
Big rings, champagne
My life is like a ball game
But instead, I’m in the trap though
Pot so big, call it Super Bowl
Super Bowl, call the hoes, get in the Rolls
Top-floor lifestyle, Huncho and Post
Malone, I got a play on my phone, aye
You know what I’m on, aye
Huncho Houdini is gone, aye

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Outro]
(Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey)

Congratulations – Post Malone lyrics

Lyrics Post Malone – Congratulations

My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look, we made it
Yeah, we made it.

They was never friendly, yeah
Now I’m jumping out the Bentley, yeah
And I know I sound dramatic, yeah
But I know I had to have it, yeah
For the money, I’m a savage, yeah
I be itching like a addict, yeah
I’m surrounded, twenty bad b*tches, yeahhh
But they didn’t know me last year, yeah
Everyone wanna act like they important
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But all that mean nothing when I swang my door, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everyone countin’ on me, drop the ball, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everything custom like I’m at the boarder, yeah, yeah
If you f*ck with winning, put your lighters to the sky
How could I make sense when I got millions on my mind?
Coming with that bullshit, I just put it to the side
Balling since a baby, they could see it in my eyes.

My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
Yeah, we made it.

I was patient, yeah, ohhh
I was patient, aye, oh
Now I can scream that we made it
Now everyone, everywhere I go, they say congratulations
Young nigga, young nigga, graduation
I pick up the rock and I ball, baby
I’m looking for someone to call, baby
But right now, I got a situation
Nothing but old Ben-Ben Franklins
Big rings, champagne
My life is like a ball game
But instead, I’m in the trap though
Pot so big, call it Super Bowl
Super Bowl, call the hoes, get in the Rolls
Top-floor lifestyle, Huncho and Post
Malone, I got a play on my phone, aye
You know what I’m on, aye
Huncho Houdini is gone, ayeee.

My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
Yeah, we made ittt.
Post Malone lyrics
Video Malone

Travi$ Scott – Pick Up The Phone

[Intro: Young Thug & Starrah]
Yaaah, oh yaaah
Ooooh, Thugger
Yeah, Travis Scott
Thugger, Thugger baby
Yaah

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
I pour a four up
I call your hoe up
Just to fuck her and show her
I just went, got my dough up
Pullin’ off and I’m gone!
Then I go and pour four up
Then I roll up that roll up
Then I’m callin’ your hoe up…
(Like Brrrrr)

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Like , pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Young Thug]
Never will I cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwing that Rollie on you
I like the way it be freezin’

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Like, Pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Pour up a four of that Actavis
Lean like my mothafuckin’ granny did
Super Bowl ring with big body Benz
I stack it up now I’m just better livin’
Got screws in my mouth, I’m just preppin’ it
I’m fucking this cash up, I’m not celibate
I’m packin’ it up like a reverend
I need all this cash, I got hella kids
I’ma play dumb and get left in the middle
Back the fuck up, you too little
Hit ’em with three like I’m Miller
I don’t talk to no man in the middle
I don’t talk to no man, I’m just kiddin’
But I did pay my sister’s tuition
I feel lucky, I should play the lottery
Walkin’ off with it, like sonny listen
Mama told me I’m her brightest star
Mama told me don’t hate on the law
Because everybody got a job
Because everybody wan’ be a star
Please believe every motherfucker around here wanna be a part (real shit, real shit)
She gon’ do anything in her power to be with ya’ boy

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Like, Pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr, it’s lit!)
Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin’

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Pick up the phone
Macaulay Culkin’ baby, Home Alone
I thought I was right
Then I had to man up, I was wrong
I hate when we fight
She in love with the pipe
I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice
Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
Percocet and Codeine please don’t take my life
She had a dream with Celine
So I bought it twice
Young nigga make it right back tonight
Girl you’re so cute and your ass is nice
Drinkin’ on 4 and I’m shootin’ dice
Wrist polar bear, Klondike
And I’m loving all races, hell nah don’t discriminize
Drinkin’ on clean, sanitize
Ostritch seats with the frog eyes
If i ever call your phone baby
Best believe its only one time

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Like, Pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr, it’s lit!)
Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin’

[Outro]
Pick up the phone
I’m in the zone

Travi$ Scott – Pick Up The Phone (feat. Young Thug & Quavo) (Birds In The Trap Sing Mcknight Album)

Yaaah, oh yaaah
Ooooh, Thugger
Yeah, Travis Scott
Thugger, Thugger baby
Yaah

I pour a four up
I call your hoe up
Just to fuck her and show her
I just went, got my dough up
Pullin’ off and I’m gone!
Then I go and pour four up
Then I roll up that roll up
Then I’m callin’ your hoe up
(Like Brrrrr)

Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

Never will I cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’mma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwing that Rollie on you
I like the way it be freezin’ (Brrrrr)

Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

Pour up a four of that Actavis
Lean like my mothafuckin’ granny did
Super Bowl ring with big body Benz
I stack it up now I’m just better livin’
Got screws in my mouth, I’m just preppin’ it
I’m fucking this cash up, I’m not celibate
I’m packin’ it up like a reverend
I need all this cash, I got hella kids
I’mma play dumb and get left in the middle
Back the fuck up, you too little
Hit ’em with three like I’m Miller
I don’t talk to no man in the middle
I don’t talk to no man, I’m just kiddin’
But I did pay my sister’s tuition
I feel lucky, I should play the lottery
Walkin’ off with it like Sonny Liston
Mama told me I’m her brightest star
Mama told me don’t hate on the law
Because everybody got a job
Because everybody won’t be a star (Real shit, real shit)
Please believe every motherfucker around here wan’ be a part
She gon’ do anything in her power to be with ya’ boy (Brrrrr)

Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four, baby (Yeah, yeah)

Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’mma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin’

Pick up the phone
Macaulay Culkin’ baby, Home Alone
I thought I was right
Then I had to man up, I was wrong
I hate when we fight
She in love with the pipe
I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice
Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
Percocet and Codeine please don’t take my life
She had a dream with Celine
So I bought it twice
Young nigga make it right back tonight
Girl you’re so cute and your ass is nice
Drinkin’ on four and I’m shootin’ dice
Wrist polar bear, Klondike
And I’m loving all races, hell nah don’t discriminize
Drinkin’ on clean, sanitize
Ostritch seats with the frog eyes
If I ever call your phone baby
Best believe it’s only one time (Brrrrrr)

Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’mma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin’

Childish Gambino – Higher Love

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Hovy with glasses, Weezy but geeky
Girls in the lobby tryin’ to meet me
I ain’t afraid to say it, yeah I love these hoes
And their glasses, and their jacket, and their hipster clothes
Yes, I’m always on tour, what you mad at that for?
Slamming that thing like a Cadillac door
I love fast women, Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Have your cake and eat it, baby it’s your birthday
Tell me what you wanna do, I will make it happen
I just wanna get you home and uh, uh, uh, uh, oh
Yes, I’m drinking whiskey, baby I am gone tonight
NBC is not the only thing I’m coming on tonight
Gross, why the fuck I say these things?
It isn’t over, haven’t heard the chubby lady sing
Everybody love me, call a nigga Raymond
These weak niggas always in your face like Raybans
Yes, I bring the heat, girl, fire, fireman
Baby, I’m your hero, Donald for Spiderman
I’m in love with you, but this is not tennis
And baby stay stacked like she bad at Tetris
Rude boy, I Rihanna that vagina
Tell your boy, good luck tryin’ to find ya
[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
It all started with this special herb
Then after that it came to sexual words
I’m meeting shorty up to patch her a verse
She played Bonnie and I collide with a vibe when I’m inside the walls
I cut my shorties on the side cause I decide that she all
Mine’s, I keep her in my eyes at all times
Not because I don’t trust her I just, can’t get enough of her
On the phone late until her mom dukes be cussing her
She played the hustler and I’m like mad customers
Man swear I’m in love and ain’t afraid to admit it
Be blowing up her line, man I swear I’m addicted, but
It’s all cool cause when in love we all fools
They say men lie and women lay naked that’s all foolin’
Numbers don’t matter after the first night
Right, so what the fuck is love at the first sight
If you ask me, another stupid analogy
Made to cover flaws in the female anatomy
But I’m a keep gradually telling these bitches
Don’t front, (don’t front)

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
You the number one trophy wife
So it’s only right to live the trophy life
You grew up on J. Lo, Timberlands by Manolo now
Till one day I put an angel in your ultra sound
I wanna dip that ass in gold, I wanna dip that ass in gold
I made it over NBA, NFL players
So every time I score it’s like the Super Bowl
Baby, we should hit the south of France
So you could run around without them pants
I put that glacier on your little hand
Now that’s the only thing without a tan
My trophy on that Bound bike, I gave you only pipe
If people don’t hate then it won’t be right
You could look at Kylie, Kendall, Kourtney and Khloe
All your Mama ever made was trophies, right?

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..