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  • The London; Young Thug Travis Scott and J Cole

    The London; Young Thug Travis Scott and J Cole


    Yeah
    Oh, oh
    Whoa
    Whoa
    You good, T-Minus?
    Oh

    Me-meet me at The London
    If you find time, we can run one
    Talk about some things, we can’t undo
    You just send the pin, I can find you
    6’1″, on the money, 9’2″
    You just say the word and I’ll run through
    Two texts, no reply, that’s when I knew

    I knew, I knew, yeah, I knew

    Yeah
    Circumnavigate the globe, as the cash grows (grow)
    Get a nigga whacked, like you get the grass mowed (mowed)
    I’m talkin’ slick, runnin’ with the Big Slime, nigga (slime)
    Could hit your bitch, you could never hit mine, nigga (mine)
    In my DM, they electric slide, nigga (huh, slide)
    No catfishin’, this is not a fish fry, nigga
    Never switch sides on my dog
    Catch a contact, hitch a ride, go to Mars
    Everybody sing
    How could you come up out your face
    And say I ain’t the hottest nigga you done ever heard?
    I left a flock of rappers dead and buried
    A verse from me is like 11 birds
    I did the math, it’s like 2 000 dollars every word
    I’m on the verge, I’ll beat the charge
    I killed some niggas and I walked away from it
    Then I observe, just how you curve
    And told them niggas that they gotta wait for it
    “I know-I know you in high demand”
    I’m balling on a pussy nigga like Juwanna Mann
    I’m drownin’ all inside the pussy like I never swam

    Ay, fuck your IG, I put somethin’ on your sonogram
    I’m the man, ay, ay

    Me-meet me at The London
    If you find time, we can run one
    Talk about some things, we can’t undo
    You just send the pin, I can find you
    6’1″, on the money, 9’2″

    You just say the word and I’ll run through
    Two texts, no reply, that’s when I knew
    I knew, I knew, yeah, I knew

    Pimp talk, church talk, I can make a brick walk (woo)
    Up north, down south, Bankhead to Rachel Walk (aye)
    Hit it with a little water, stretch it like a vocal chord
    STD, I run my ward, fuck a fed and his daughter (let’s go)
    I’ma run the compound (yeah)
    I supply the cigarettes and bread (woo)
    I got a main and she gon’ ride (uhh)
    She took a quarter and she fled (uhh)
    I’m in the Lamb’, so she gon’ ride (yeah)
    I see the pain in shawty’s light brown eyes (ooh)
    I’m at The London with some big thighs
    No fries, she eat steaks with the fish sides
    Didn’t your mama tell you when something on fire, stop, drop and roll? Aw yeah
    I’ve been on the road like a pair of Sprinters at Stop-N-Go’s (Yeah)
    I could charge ’em like a Dodge Hemi Demon
    Got your broad in the garage eatin’ semen
    Every time a nigga go back to the ward
    Niggas act like they wan’ start
    And we leave ’em on the cement (graw, graw!)

    Me-meet me at The London
    If you find time, we can run one
    Talk about some things, we can’t undo
    You just send the pin, I can find you
    6’1″, on the money, 9’2″
    You just say the word and I’ll run through
    Two texts, no reply, that’s when I knew
    I knew, I knew, yeah, I knew

    I, crash down, we get money (Hey)
    For the full town (Woah, when you won’t play, I)
    I decided, for the full side (Hoes will say)
    And they know, I might (And fly, I…)
    Get down, might (Don’t play)
    See the whole town every time, I… (Oh, every day)
    Yeah, they know what’s up (Folks will say)

  • Guwop; Young Thug ft Offset Young scooter and Quavo

    Guwop; Young Thug ft Offset Young scooter and Quavo

    [Young Thug:]
    I done put twenty up under the SIG
    You dig, you dig
    You dig
    (That boy Cassius)
    Ayy
    (Wheezy Beats)
    Hey

    I done put twenty inside the SIG (You dig)
    I pull up on you and I pop at your kid (You dig)
    I pull up to your block and I pop at your wig (You dig)
    I hopped out the coupe and I’m fresh as a bitch (You dig, you dig, you dig)
    Since I was a youngin I been gettin’ dough (You dig, you dig)
    I count my back-end and I turn up the show (You dig, you dig)
    I want hella Xans, they get me off (You dig, you dig)
    I put the V neck on my team, yeah (You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig, hey)

    I dig everything that you sayin’
    I dig everything that you doin’ too
    I dig the way that you look at me
    You dig the way that I look at you
    I just wanna grab on your butt butt
    The seat in the Benz, the Chanel Clutch
    The FN, it give him a haircut
    I roll up a seven of John Dutch
    That big booty bounce on the dick and it broke
    I don’t gotta act like a gangster and she know, dope
    My Backwood look like a pole, yeah
    My Backwood look like a pole
    I sit on clouds of the smoke
    I’ma blow pounds of the smoke
    Pardon me, pardon my soul
    I crack a smile for them folks, ayy
    Niggas they’re eatin’ in broad day
    In that ho mouth like a Colgate, yeah
    Keepin’ that cold case, God, please give me that cold case
    Man, I don’t want no new friends, forgive me for all of my sins
    I don’t wanna think about losin’, all I wanna do is win win (Hey)

    I done put twenty inside the SIG (You dig)
    I pull up on you and I pop at your kid (You dig)
    I pull up to your block and I pop at your wig (You dig)
    I hopped out the coupe and I’m fresh as a bitch (You dig, you dig, you dig)
    Since I was a youngin I been gettin’ dough (You dig, you dig)
    I count my back-end and I turn up the show (You dig, you dig)
    I want hella Xans, they get me off (You dig, you dig)
    I put the V neck on my team, yeah (You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig, hey)

    [Young Scooter:]
    Without the radio it’s twenty a show and that’s for sure
    Get that back-end, bitch, we buyin’ dope, that’s how it go
    Black Amigos, ’bout the Freebandz, that .44
    I could cook the dope with no stove, pot on the floor (Yeah)
    Pull up in that coupe, shit (Skrrt)
    Nigga like, “Damn, where the roof went?”
    In the streets they call me JAY-Z (Yeah)
    Lil’ bitch, I got the blueprint (Scooter)
    Lil’ nigga, I don’t want no old hundreds
    You know I want them blue strips (Count up)
    And I can’t fuck you old hoes
    I’m ballin’ with my new bitch (Yeah)
    You dig that? Two hundred thousand worth of chain and that’s a fact
    Got my name in this rap game by sellin’ crack (Jugg)
    Rest in peace to OG Double D, you dig that? Slime

    [Young Thug:]
    I done put twenty inside the SIG (You dig)
    I pull up on you and I pop at your kid (You dig)
    I pull up to your block and I pop at your wig (You dig)
    I hopped out the coupe and I’m fresh as a bitch (You dig, you dig, you dig)
    Since I was a youngin I been gettin’ dough (You dig, you dig)
    I count my back-end and I turn up the show (You dig, you dig)
    I want hella Xans, they get me off (You dig, you dig)
    I put the V neck on my team, yeah (You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig, hey)

    [Quavo:]
    (Quavo)
    Shoot out the coupe (Pew-pew)
    Shoot out the roof (Shoot out the roof)
    Pull up and smash on her
    We don’t got to put a bag on her
    I took your ho, you dig? (You dig?)
    I told her hold the Sig (SIG)
    Had big bales, midget (Big bales)
    Now you can’t say I ain’t got millions (Ayy)
    Swam with the sharks, water (Splash)
    You be law and order (12)
    I be gettin’ money every mornin’, Tom Joyner (Uh)
    I heard you gettin’ money
    But you payin’ em niggas extortin’ ya (Dig)
    You pay for your fame and fortune (Huh)
    You pay for your fame and fortune
    I am the plug, cordless (Brr)
    Pull up with blazers, Portland (Brr)
    I pay the neighbors (Cash)
    To pick up the dope on their porches (Dope, uh)
    I came from nickels, I came from nickels
    My niggas don’t know you, we do not fuck with you
    I’ve been in the system, I’ve been in a pickle
    You dig me like shovels, I gotta fuck with you
    Ayy

    [Young Thug:]
    I done put twenty inside the SIG (You dig)
    I pull up on you and I pop at your kid (You dig)
    I pull up to your block and I pop at your wig (You dig)
    I hopped out the coupe and I’m fresh as a bitch (You dig, you dig, you dig)
    Since I was a youngin I been gettin’ dough (You dig, you dig)
    I count my back-end and I turn up the show (You dig, you dig)
    I want hella Xans, they get me off (You dig, you dig, hey)
    I put the V neck on my team, yeah (You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig, hey)

    [Offset:]
    (Offset)
    Hop in the private (Private)
    This is a Lambo’, not a hybrid (Skrr)
    My wrist is a faucet (Watch)
    Feed ’em Perkies, I’m the doctor (Doctor)
    Draco, hundred round chopper (Grrah)
    She got her eyes on me like binoculars (Watching)
    Count up this money, it’s marvelous (Count it up)
    Stall the bitch, I don’t call the bitch (Stall her)
    You better dig what I’m sayin’ (Dig what I’m)
    I’ma kill you and your mans (I’ma kill)
    Beat down the block like an amp (Beat)
    Goin’ up like a skateboard on a ramp (Whoa)
    Go buy the Rollie and bust it (Bust it, bust it)
    Talkin’ that tough shit
    But you know you not gon’ bust shit (Huh, huh)
    Look at my fashion
    This is a Gucci rugby (Look at it, look at it)
    I’m trappin’ and rappin’
    Still got ’em babies in custody
    My diamonds be dancin’
    Live in a mansion
    My life is lovely (My life is lovely)
    Ain’t no more loyalty
    Knock your ass off, pay the lawyer fee (Pow, pow, pow)
    Shit can get ugly, hey

    [Young Thug:]
    I done put twenty inside the SIG (You dig)
    I pull up on you and I pop at your kid (You dig)
    I pull up to your block and I pop at your wig (You dig)
    I hopped out the coupe and I’m fresh as a bitch (You dig, you dig, you dig)
    Since I was a youngin I been gettin’ dough (You dig, you dig)
    I count my back-end and I turn up the show (You dig, you dig)
    I want hella Xans, they get me off (You dig, you dig, hey)
    I put the V neck on my team, yeah (You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig, hey)

  • Digits; Young thug lyrics

    Digits; Young thug lyrics

    Thugger! YSL for life
    We ran up them digits we ran up the money
    We ran up them digits we ran up the money
    (We got London on da Track)

    Nigga, hustlers don’t stop, they keep goin’ (yeah)
    You can lose your life but it gon’ keep goin’
    Why not risk life when it’s gon’ keep goin’? (Yeah)
    When you die somebody else was born
    But at least we got to say

    We ran up them digits, we ran up the money
    We ran up them digits, we ran up that money
    We ran up them digits, we ran up that money (sheesh, sheesh)
    We ran up them digits, we ran up the money
    We ran up them digits, we ran up some money
    We ran up them digits, we ran up some money

    I’m leanin’ like I’m on a fifth of the Henny
    I talk lots of shit like my bitches and digits
    They didn’t know me well so I left ’em with wishes
    You know its a drought when you grind and can’t flip it
    I’m livin’ big, I swear to God I’m Liu Kang kickin’
    Montana
    Mama gon’ slime, hustle
    Dopeboy, hair grey like a grandma
    You know my ice blingin’, light up just like a candle
    Rollie pollie, I can control shawty like a channel
    My racks are squeakin’, I’m not fartin’
    I hop in that ‘Rari, I crank up like Warren

    Nigga, hustlers don’t stop, they keep goin’ (yeah)
    You can lose your life but it’s gon’ keep goin’
    Why not risk life when it’s gon’ keep goin’? (yeah)
    When you die somebody else was born
    But at least we got to say

    We ran up them digits, we ran up that money
    We ran up them digits, we ran up that money
    We ran up them digits, we ran up that money
    We ran up them digits, we ran up some money
    We ran up them digits, we ran up some money
    We ran up them digits, we ran up some money

    I’ma move me some dope like I’m Future
    I’ma go in that bitch with a ruler
    I’ma toast me a nigga like Strudels
    I’ma keep a red flag ’cause I’m boolin’
    I now some roller spaces, I could duly
    Yeah, yeah, I’m screamin’, “Oh my God” like Cooly
    When I snort it, I feel like I was aborted
    If I ever adore you, bae, you better drive this foreign
    I’ve been gettin’ money before the million, fuck Pandora
    I just do this shit when I get bored

    Nigga hustlers don’t stop, they keep goin’ (yeah)
    You can lose your life but it’s gon’ keep goin’
    Why not risk life when it’s gon’ keep goin’? (Yeah)
    When you die somebody else was born
    But at least we got to say

    We ran up them digits, we ran up that money
    We ran up them digits, we ran up that money
    We ran up them digits, we ran up that money (run it up, run it up)
    We ran up them digits, we ran up some money
    We ran up them digits, we ran up some money
    We ran up them digits, we ran up some money

  • Gang up; Young thug 2 Chainz and Wiz Khalifah

    Gang up; Young thug 2 Chainz and Wiz Khalifah

    Oh yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah (yeah)

    I’m with the gang, gang, gang
    And we ’bout to go up (yeah)
    Switchin’ lanes, it’s a thang
    Every time we show up (skrrt-skrrt)
    You a lame, lame, lame
    And you so below us (yeah)
    Bet your ho, she know us (yeah)
    ‘Cause you know we glowed up
    We stayed down (stayed down)
    And came up (came up)
    And came up (came up)
    We stayed down (stayed down) (yeah)
    And came up (came up)
    The gang up (the gang up) (2 Chainz, yeah)

    Yeah
    I’m a villain that’s winnin’ (yeah)
    With precision, I’m killin’ (yeah)
    Represent the religion (no)
    Ended up independent
    Took my car to the clinic
    Let ’em check all the vitals
    Middle finger to rivals (oh)
    Michael Jackson, my idol (woo)
    Still duckin’ the pie holes
    Talk to the plug everyday except Cinco de Mayo (true)
    I still got me a Carlo
    Still got Monte Carlo
    Your car runnin’ so bad, it stink up The Apollo

    Call my Rollie a Ralo (uh)
    Call my AP a “A”P (AP)
    I ain’t talkin’ seat belts when I say that I’m strapped (baow)
    I’m in love with my side, ho
    I’ll sneak her through the side door
    I’ma show you what we ride for
    I’ma show you what we die for

    I’m with the gang, gang, gang (yeah)
    And we ’bout to go up (yeah, yeah)
    Switchin’ lanes, it’s a thang
    Every time we show up (I’m ridin’) (skrrt-skrrt)
    You a lame, lame, lame
    And you so below us (2 Chainz) (yeah)
    Bet your ho, she know us (yeah)
    ‘Cause you know we glowed up (yeah)
    We stayed down (stayed down) ((stayed down)
    And came up (came up)
    And came up (came up) (uh)
    We stayed down (stayed down) (stayed down)
    And came up (came up) (uh)
    The gang up (the gang up, yeah) (uh)

    I’m in my same lane, lane and I ain’t gon’ ever change up (lane, lane)
    I blowed a brain out the Range like a Taz Angel (yeah, yeah)
    It’s RIP to Paul Walker, homie got his stain up (RIP to Paul)
    We had your main on us, now we got stains on us (straight up)
    And all we gotta do is stay down and come up while they flexin’ (all you gotta do)
    Yeah, I got her Indian, she Western (yeah, she Western)
    Yeah, I just had sex with one of your best friends (damn)
    Then that Fast and Furious started nestin’ (sheesh)

    Say I’m ’bout to go take off on you (take off on you)
    Is you stayin’, is you rollin’ like a scroller? (Yes, you are)
    You’re ready to take off like a 1980 Coke? Yes (yuh)
    You ain’t on that Instagram shit, are you gon’ post that? (Yuh)

    I’m with the gang, gang, gang (yeah)
    And we ’bout to go up (yeah)
    Switchin’ lanes, it’s a thang
    Every time we show up (Young Khalifa man) (skrrt)
    You a lame, lame, lame
    And you so below us (yeah)
    Bet your ho, she know us (yeah)
    ‘Cause you know we glowed up (that’s exactly what we gonna do)
    We stayed down (stayed down) (forever)
    And came up (came up)
    And came up (came up) (come see me)
    We stayed down (stayed down, I got exactly what you need)
    And came up (came up) (uh)
    The gang up (the gang up, yeah)

    Yeah, I’m always with my gang
    We always ready to ride ’cause for the squad, we’ll do anything
    Stay down, we’ll never change
    We always gon’ stay the same
    Put you in check, when you outta place
    I try to tell ’em not to mess with my gang, gang, gang
    We do what we gotta do and don’t complain-plain-plain
    I’m on the road, I’m probably fresh up off the plane, plane, plane
    Know you heard about me, I do my thang, thang, thang

    I got the world on my back (back)
    I put your girl on her back (back)
    I did it all on my own (own)
    Now there ain’t no turnin’ back (back)
    And my whole squad got my back (back)
    And shawty so bad, I asked her if she repped the gang
    She said, “Facts” (facts)
    Gang, gang, gang

    Gang, gang, gang
    And we ’bout to go up (yeah)
    Switchin’ lanes, it’s a thang
    Every time we show up (skrrt-skrrt)
    You a lame, lame, lame
    And you so below us (yeah)
    Bet your ho, she know us (yeah)
    ‘Cause you know we glowed up
    We stayed down (stayed down)
    And came up (came up)
    And came up (came up)
    We stayed down (stayed down)
    And came up (came up)
    The gang up (the gang up, yeah)

  • Lifestyle; Young thug lyrics

    Lifestyle; Young thug lyrics

    I done, uh, ha, huh (Ayy)
    London On Da Track, bitch
    (My lifestyle)
    Ayy, Rich Homie, Thugga Thugga in this mothafucka’ (Yee)
    Rich Homie, Thugga Thugga in this mothafucka’ (Oh)
    Rich Gang, Thugga Thugga baby
    Got like four ounces in a 20 ounce, bitch (Ah)
    I’m blessed (Hey)
    (Rich Homie)

    I done (Hey), did a lot of shit just to live this here lifestyle (Oh, yeah, woo)
    We came straight from the bottom to the top, my lifestyle (Lifestyle, ayy)
    Nigga livin’ life like a beginner and this is only beginnin’ (Beginnin’, lil’ nigga, woo)
    I’m on the top of the mountain, puffin’ on clouds and niggas still beginnin’ (You still beginnin’, lil’ nigga)

    Million five on the Visa card (Woo)
    Hundred bands stacked look like some fuckin’ Titans (Football player)
    Nigga servin’ great white like I’m feedin’ sharks (Sheesh)
    I won’t do nothin’ with the bitch, she can’t even get me hard (Woo)
    Somethin’ wrong with the pussy (What?)
    Even though I ain’t gon’ hit it, I’ma still make sure that she douche it (‘Cause what?)
    Me and my woadie, we don’t get caught up like that, no way (No way)
    We ain’t got time to go see doctors, J, hey (Woo)
    Who said money? (Money, nigga)
    Hop up in my bed full of forty bitches, I’m yawnin’ (And why?)
    Hey, think this a show, bitch, I’m performin’
    I do this shit for my daughters and all my sons, bitch (Woo)
    I’m gonna run up them bands up, take care their funds, bitch (Are you eatin’?)
    I got a moms, bitch (What?), she got a moms, bitch (She do)
    I got sisters and brothers to feed (Woo)
    I ain’t goin’ out like no idiot, I’m a OG

    I done did a lot of shit just to live this here lifestyle (Livin’ this shit right now)
    We came straight from the bottom to the top, my lifestyle (Livin’ lifestyle right now, oh)
    Nigga livin’ life like a beginner and this is only beginnin’ (Only beginnin’, lil’ nigga)
    I’m on the top of the mountain, puffin’ on clouds and niggas still beginnin’ (You still beginnin’, lil’ nigga)

    Still screamin’ “Fuck the otherside” (Fuck them niggas, fuck them niggas)
    I’ma ride for my nigga, ayy (Quan voice)
    And I’ma die for my nigga, ayy (Quan voice)
    Ain’t gonna be latchin’ on my niggas, ayy (No way, no way)
    Niggas couldn’t see me if they had a genie (Woo)
    I’ma live my life like Bennie, R.I.P. my brother Bennie (R.I.P.)
    I stack them racks to the ceiling, now these niggas can’t beat me (Racks)
    I just might wake wantin’ Chanel and these bitches can’t see me (Woo)
    I’m in a whole other league (Rich Gang)
    I ain’t got AIDS but I swear to God I would bleed (Suwoop)
    ‘Til I D.I.E (Brrat)
    28 floors up I feel like I could F.L.Y.E.E (Ooh)
    Pee on top of these bitches (Ooh)
    God told me they can never stop me so they ain’t gon’ stop me
    I’m in that Corvette with baby mommy gettin’ sloppy toppy (Skrrt, skrrt, woo)
    I’m bleedin’ red like a devil, I see these bitches plotting
    They wanna know how I got M’s and I didn’t finish college (Damn)

    I done did a lot of shit just to live this here lifestyle (Livin’ this shit right now)
    We came straight from the bottom to the top, my lifestyle (Livin’ lifestyle right now, oh)
    Nigga livin’ life like a beginner and this is only beginnin’ (Only beginnin’, lil’ nigga)
    I’m on the top of the mountain, puffin’ on clouds and niggas still beginnin’ (Tell ’em)

    I do it for my daddy (Ayy), I do it for my mama (I do)
    Them long nights, I swear to God I do it for the come up (Come up)
    I’m Willie B beatin’ on my chest, in the jungle, ayy (Hey)
    Money on money, I got commas in every bank
    Sunday through Monday I’ve been grindin’ with no sleep (Swear)
    Talkin’ ’bout takin’ somethin’ from me, like no way (Nah)
    Thugga Thugger, that’s my brother, brother (Thugger, Thugger)
    You don’t want no trouble trouble or you can get these fists, knuckle, knuckle (Hey)
    Buckle up like a seatbelt or I’ll shoot ya (Fuh fuh)
    Punchin’ on the gas (Skrrt), too fast, and I lose ya (Hey)
    Give me a bed, and I’ll do her (Hey), I want her head, Medusa (Ooh)
    I swear a nigga gone ’cause this strong I’m blowin’ super (OG, nigga)
    Ayy, grindin’ for a new day (What you doin’?)
    I’m skatin’, like that nigga Lupe (Swear to God)
    Hey, I’m on the top just like toupee (I’m on the top, nigga)
    Ayy, I’m in her mouth just like toothpaste

    I’ve done did a lot of shit just to live this here lifestyle (Style)
    We came straight from the bottom to the top, my lifestyle
    Nigga livin’ life like a beginner and this is only beginnin’ (Beginnin’, lil’ nigga)
    I’m on the top of the mountain, puffin’ on clouds and niggas still beginnin’

    Sitting in the middle of this ocean, Pacific that is
    You understand me? Bunch of bad bitches, ya heard?
    Popping that GTV, living that lifestyle, ya heard?
    I do this for Ms. Gladys, boy – 100

  • Bubbly; Young Thug lyrics

    Bubbly; Young Thug lyrics

    My career ’bout to blast like bubbly
    I’m not waitin’ for her to say she love me
    I can tell she’ll fuck with me, man, trust me
    I got a ten year old mink, still ain’t fuzzy
    Three-twenty-five on the dashboard
    Ridin’ in the Porsche, rockin’ Tom Ford
    I ball at Barneys, new Christian Dior
    I took the jet to the New York store
    She lick while I’m drivin’, I’m stainin’ the floor
    I took it off track, now I’m ridin’ in sport (yeah)
    You stay in your feelings, you never my boy
    I can’t come to the hood, I pull a decoy
    Another body drop, and they screamin’ my name
    I’m goin’ to L.A. On a private plane
    Could never come back and my family straight (grrah)
    I’m touchable? No, I’m too rich and too paid
    Skeleton Cartier, black diamonds spade
    Pull up too deep like a fuckin’ parade
    Old jealous-ass niggas try and fuck up my pay (ha)
    Blast off, Rolls-Royce Cullinan rain (broke niggas)
    I put baguettes in my wrist and my neck and my ears and my motherfuckin’ chains (chains)
    This drip out the trenches, I know you gon’ dig it, I come through this motherfucker plain (whoa)
    I cut up my wrist, soakin’ wet (yeah)
    And Coachella keep callin’, they wan’ see the fame
    I took her to China and changed up her climate and now she ain’t talkin’ the same (whoa, yeah)

    Five nights up, still poppin’ and ragin’
    In the SVR, still livin’ deranged (yeah)
    I want her, she wanted the same
    And them both, same time, both glad that they came (it’s lit)
    Keep me a vibe, but can’t keep it contained
    Know I keep me some dawgs, always keep ’em in training (oh)
    Tat’ a logo on the back of my brain
    Don’t ask me what the fuck am I thinkin’
    Back of these walls, I’m full of that drank
    Eric came through with a little entertainment (it’s lit)
    Air 29, got her lookin’ like space
    Houston it’s a problem when we bust in her face and shit
    I came with the snakes, no squids (straight up)
    I broke out the game with a 456
    She lovin’ the fest’, I see it
    She lovin’ the fest’ (straight up, straight up)
    Yeah, I see it on her face, and I’m lovin’ that body in lace
    And I love you lil’ Spider and Drake
    Yeah, I know you got taste, if you love you some, take shots with me
    If I love you, I’ll drop you a pin to a time and a place (wait)

    YSL’ll put a nigga six feet
    I ain’t beggin’ when I tell a bitch, “Please”
    Me and lil’ Thugger on fleek
    Now the lil’ ho wanna meet, ayy
    What, what, what, what?
    Fuck her on beat
    Ovo life not cheap
    I’m a young boy too T’d
    Wire just hit my account, never seen that amount, oh God, I’m geeked
    Been on the charts for five hundred weeks, so somebody love when I speak
    Doin’ this shit just to show we get down in the Six, man, it’s bigger than me
    Texas ranch so big, that shit is perfect for the dippin’
    I don’t care how wet I get her, she won’t catch me
    Three-twenty-five on the dashboard
    Ride in the Porsche, rockin’ Tom Ford
    Rockin’ her bed and the headboard
    What, what, what, what?
    Buyin’ out Louis and Christian Dior
    I took the jet to the New York store
    Park at the regular airport
    You stay in your feelings, was never my boy

  • Go crazy; Young Thug ft Chris Brown

    Go crazy; Young Thug ft Chris Brown

    Oh, yeah
    (Oh, is that Kaniel again?)
    Oh
    (Ayy, bring it, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back)
    Oh, yeah

    Laid up, got me thinkin’, babe
    Tell me if you with it ’cause I’m with it, babe
    I haven’t heard from you in a minute, babe
    Just tell me what to do when I get it, babe
    Gucci and Prada

    Trips to your crib in the middle of the night
    I know that you miss me ’cause I put it down right
    Damn, babe, I can put you on a flight
    You know that a nigga like me can change your life

    Oh, baby, everything you do is amazin’
    Ain’t nobody watchin’, go crazy
    I got what you need
    Everybody think you shy but I know you a freak
    Lil’ baby (oh), everything you do is amazin’ (yeah)
    Ain’t nobody watchin’, go crazy (yeah)
    I got what you need (yeah)
    Everybody think you shy but I know you a freak
    Lil’ baby (yeah)

    I been overseas goin’ crazy (yeah)
    I can tell you love it when we made up (ayy)
    Black and gray diamonds like a Raider (Raider)
    Orange peel, your love is real (yeah)
    Lovin’ skills, I need some lovin’ skills (yeah)
    Left my dirty drawers and you love me still (yeah)
    Eyes come lazy, but she is real (yeah)
    Dressed to kill (yeah, yeah, yeah)
    We can bum-bum ’til you’re tired (oh)
    I can put a stone by your eye (oh)
    I can say you never switchin’ sides
    You never tell me lies
    Not rushin’, tyin’ ties (yeah)

    Trips to your crib in the middle of the night
    I know that you miss me ’cause I put it down right
    Damn, babe, I can put you on a flight
    You know that a nigga like me can change your life

    Oh, baby, everything you do is amazin’
    Ain’t nobody watchin’, go crazy
    (I got what you need) I got what you need
    Everybody think you shy but I know you a freak
    Lil’ baby

    Yeah, get me lit
    Hoes on my phone when they find out that I’m rich
    Then they switch, when they see I’m choosin’ on my bitch
    Top down, got her doin’ donuts on the dick, yeah
    Pose for the flick
    Damn it, bust it, baby, watch you do it on a split
    She don’t need no hands or no pants, do your dance
    Poppin’ rubber bands, hit the dash, make it fast (oh)
    (Ayy, bring it, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back)
    Yeah, waitin’ by me phone, just to dick you down, down
    Let me put it down, down
    Now put it down, down
    Watch me put it down, down
    (Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back)
    Put it down, down

    Trips to your crib in the middle of the night
    I know that you miss me ’cause I put it down right
    Damn, babe, I can put you on a flight
    You know that a nigga like me can change your life

    Oh, baby, everything you do is amazin’
    Ain’t nobody watchin’, go crazy
    I got what you need
    Everybody think you shy but I know you a freak
    Lil’ baby (oh), everything you do is amazin’
    Ain’t nobody watchin’, go crazy
    I got what you need
    Everybody think you shy but I know you a freak
    Lil’ baby

  • Monte; Song by Post Malone

    I feel like Monte, bitch I feel like Monte
    I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte
    Smoke Golden State oh, bitch I feel like Monte
    11 bad hoes, bitch I feel like Monte
    Assist from Rondo, bitch I feel like Monte
    I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte
    I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte
    I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte
    Don’t give no fucks no, bitch I feel like Monte

    I just flew into town, fresh of the jetty
    And then I Rondo my hoe I know she ready
    Bitch I’mm sauce on them hoes, might spend some ready
    And I just cut that hoe off like a machete
    I’m a new 3 boy white boy braids
    And I hit that shit good tell that pussy go away
    She just want to come with me but that pussy ain’t a no no way no way
    Bitch I feel like Monte
    I dog it like rewind it
    Behind the back I pass it Tyson Chano with that alley

    I feel like Monte, bitch I feel like Monte
    I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte
    Smoke Golden State oh, bitch I feel like Monte
    11 bad hoes, bitch I feel like Monte
    Assist from Rondo, bitch I feel like Monte
    I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte
    I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte
    I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte
    Don’t give no fucks no, bitch I feel like Monte

    Woah damn I got bitches from Dallas up to Indy
    Used to cross up and post when I pour fours in my Phantom
    Bitch I ball like Kyle Korver when I post up in Atlanta
    I feel like Monta Ellis
    I got more hoes than Elvis
    Who the fuck say the little boy wasn’t balling
    I balling like Spalding you know this shit
    I won’t sign no contract ’til my contract built like a nigga who just won 4 and shit
    I’m first round pick you can check my diamonds they shining they big as a toe and shit
    Bitch we biting like Gators
    I count up my guap on them haters
    I love them hoes that mean I feel like I’m Monta Ellis
    Had to cut some niggas off cause they was jealous
    Bitch I’m up by 10 ain’t no coming back you know that I’m finna win
    Bitch its Lil Boat for the MVP
    All these niggas they want to be

    I feel like Monte, bitch I feel like Monte
    I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte
    Smoke Golden State oh, bitch I feel like Monte
    11 bad hoes, bitch I feel like Monte
    Assist from Rondo, bitch I feel like Monte
    I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte
    I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte
    I need my bucks, bitch I feel like Monte
    Don’t give no fucks no, bitch I feel like Monte

  • 40 Funk; Song by Post Malone

    40 got me funky
    I popped a molly
    Went kamikaze
    Another 40
    I’m Michael Jordan and bitch I’m scoring
    Drank two 40’s
    My bitch is foreign, she got deported
    Thousand ounces, police is knocking
    Ain’t got no worries
    Feeling funky
    I popped a molly, went kamikaze
    Another 40
    I’m Kyrie Irving and bitch I’m scoring
    Drank two 40’s, my bitch is foreign
    She got deported
    Thousand ounces, this shit still popping
    Ain’t got no worries

    40 got me funky
    40 got me funky
    40 got me funky
    40 got me funky

    I popped a molly, switching lanes
    I’m a pull up in this bitche’s Audi
    Lean in sprite and gin in tonic
    These bitches erotic
    She just wanna get inside my motherfucking pocket
    Another 40, I should stop it
    Two thousand ounces of this shit will make you feel like vomit
    But I don’t mind it, I kinda like it
    Young and wild
    We killing shit, we live this shit
    I ain’t go to the school
    They asking how I live like this
    I did my shit, 19 this year
    And I’m only getting older til’ I’m in the dirt
    How I hold a girl with two 40’s all in my hand
    But pull up on me, try me, you can catch the fade my man
    You and your friends

    40 got me funky
    I popped a molly
    Went kamikaze
    Another 40
    I’m Michael Jordan and bitch I’m scoring
    Drank two 40’s
    My bitch is foreign, she got deported
    Thousand ounces, police is knocking
    Ain’t got no worries
    Feeling funky
    I popped a molly, went kamikaze
    Another 40
    I’m Kyrie Irving and bitch I’m scoring
    Drank two 40’s, my bitch is foreign
    She got deported
    Thousand ounces, this shit still popping
    Ain’t got no worries

    40 got me funky
    40 got me funky
    40 got me funky
    40 got me funky

    Gimme the 40
    So I can be cool, yeah
    Pass me the molly, eh
    I wanna them too, no
    I can’t get enough
    Man, I’m popping them shits and I’m dropping them hits
    The music the liquor that’s why I exist
    And the money, let’s skip the obvious shit
    Ain’t living too long if I’m living like this
    Early morning waking up with the sweats
    Going through shit I ain’t never forget
    But nothing I do will I ever regret
    I need me that cheque, I need me that chronic
    I don’t remember tell me what’s my name?
    Drinking, swerving in the other lane
    Fuck a Zulu drinking acid rains

    40 got me funky
    I popped a molly
    Went kamikaze
    Another 40
    I’m Michael Jordan and bitch I’m scoring
    Drank two 40’s
    My bitch is foreign, she got deported
    Thousand ounces, police is knocking
    Ain’t got no worries
    Feeling funky
    I popped a molly, went kamikaze
    Another 40
    I’m Kyrie Irving and bitch I’m scoring
    Drank two 40’s, my bitch is foreign
    She got deported
    Thousand ounces, this shit still popping
    Ain’t got no worries

    40 got me funky
    40 got me funky
    40 got me funky
    40 got me funky

  • Feeling Whitney; Song by Post Malone

    I’ve been looking for some-
    Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
    Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
    Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh

    And I’ve been looking for someone to put up with my bullshit
    I can’t even leave my bedroom so I keep pouring
    And I ain’t seen a light of day since, well, that’s not important
    It’s been long
    And I was feeling Whitney, me and my homies sip Houston
    Cars and clothes, thought I was winning
    You knew I was losing
    You told me to wake up but my clock always stays on snooze
    And I’m done

    To each their own and find peace in knowing
    Ain’t always broken, but here’s to hoping
    Show no emotion, against your coding
    Just act as hard as you can
    You don’t need a friend
    Boy, you’re the man

    Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
    Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
    Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh

    And I’ve been looking for someone that I can buy my drugs from
    It seems like every plug ran east to Utah, became Mormons
    Drought comes around, feels like I have no one to depend on
    Sober, ugh
    I had 80 beers on Tuesday night, I had nothing to do then
    I put on a little Dwight and sang a happy tune
    And lit a cigarette, stepped out the door, had an appearance
    Drank more

    To each their own and find peace in knowing
    Ain’t always broken, but here’s to hoping
    Show no emotion, against your coding
    Just act as hard as you can
    You don’t need a friend
    Boy, you’re the man

    Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
    Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
    Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh

    Songwriters: Andrew Wotman / Austin Richard Post

  • Git Wit U; Song by Post Malone

    Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
    Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

    Said I wanna get with you, (I wanna get with you)
    Lil mama bust a move, (lil mama bust a move)
    Said I wanna get with you, (I wanna get with you)

    All these jewels, I’m just flossin’
    Plainly on my boss shit
    Bad bitch on my carpet
    All white, I’m so on God shit
    Hundred miles get caught shit
    Off a pill, feel nauseous
    Ain’t babysittin’ these bitches
    I ain’t Kevin Costner
    No sayin’ got her brain lit
    Wanna fuck? I’m almost famous
    She blow this thing, get faded
    Lil mama say that I’m jaded
    Maybe you saw that I’m payed up
    Your man, he keep you so caged up
    I won’t tell who you stay with
    That’s on everyone that I came with

    You know after we done I gotta roll
    You know after we done I gotta go

    Said I wanna get with you, (I wanna get with you)
    Lil mama bust a move, (lil mama bust a move)
    Said I wanna get with you, (I wanna get with you)

    I’m the fuckin’ man
    Jumpin’ out the Benz
    Every time you see
    I post these hundreds in my pants
    I’ll do what he can’t
    Just wanna see you dance
    Do something with that ass
    Girl put something in my hands
    Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
    Don’t be shy girl it’s okay
    Reload, fade, fade, fade, fade, fade
    How much did you pay, pay, pay?
    I’ma let you in my chain
    Just might let you sip this ‘pagne
    Every single night the same
    Lemme hear you say my name

    Said I wanna get with you, (I wanna get with you)
    Lil mama bust a move, (lil mama bust a move)
    Said I wanna get with you, (I wanna get with you)

  • Money Made Me Do It; Song by Post Malone

    Diamonds in my chain gold
    Every twenty minutes, change clothes
    I had a mil before the label
    Just as long as they know, money made me do it
    I said rest in peace to Bankroll
    You in a better place, dog
    You won’t ever see me lay low
    Start the engine, watch me take off, money made me do it
    I said, yeah, I said money made me do it
    I said, yeah, I said money made me do it
    Watch me, yeah, I said money made me do it
    I said, yeah, I said money made me do it

    Take a ride when we wake up
    Hit the gas, melt your face off
    Spend the day counting cake up
    With a dime who think I changed up
    I took the Lincoln down Rodeo
    Ran through it like some Drain-o
    Lot of bags, can’t complain though
    We was shopping until they closed
    Why did I do that? Did I do that? Ooh, yeah
    New whip, now I can pay my rent, ooh no, ooh yeah

    Diamonds in my chain gold
    Every twenty minutes, change clothes
    I had a mil before the label
    Just as long as they know, money made me do it
    I said rest in peace to Bankroll
    You in a better place, dog
    You won’t ever see me lay low
    Start the engine, watch me take off, money made me do it
    I said, yeah, I said money made me do it
    I said, yeah, I said money made me do it
    Watch me, yeah, I said money made me do it
    I said, yeah, I said money made me do it

    Got a bandana ’round my neck
    Like Bankroll Fresh
    Pocket full of street money
    ‘Bout to count my blessing
    One hundred, one thousand
    100K, one million
    We smoke, we laugh, we rap
    We talked about a vision (switch it up)
    I got diamonds like a rainbow, every time I change clothes
    Shawty fucked my friend but I act like I ain’t know
    I’mma buy a rain coat, the storm might approach you
    Clown like your daddy met your mom at a circus
    I do it on purpose, do it for the neighborhood
    Smoking on that Meagan Good, with my niggas when I do it
    Got that leather and that wood, got the marble on the floor
    Got the burglar bars on the door at the bando

    Diamonds in my chain gold
    Every twenty minutes, change clothes
    I had a mil before the label
    Just as long as they know, money made me do it
    I said rest in peace to Bankroll
    You in a better place, dog
    You won’t ever see me lay low
    Start the engine, watch me take off, money made me do it
    I said, yeah, I said money made me do it
    I said, yeah, I said money made me do it
    Watch me, yeah, I said money made me do it
    I said, yeah, I said money made me do it

    Songwriters: Austin Richard Post / Tauheed Epps / Trocon Markous Roberts

  • Never Understand; Song by Post Malone

    I got bands
    Broke boys coming to me with their open hands
    And I ain’t trippin’
    I’m just saying now everybody wanna be my friend
    I finally fell in love
    Now all these bitches wanna come and fuck up my plans
    I’m just trying to be who I am
    It’s just something they will never understand
    They will never understand
    They will never understand
    They will never understand
    They will never understand
    They will never understand
    They will never understand
    They will never understand
    They will never understand

    Same life, getting rich, whoa I got a fuckin’ problem
    Trying to flex up on young posty, we gon’ tell them what’s up
    We gon’ tour motherfucker, came up, I ain’t lonely
    Gotta problem Santiago, 45 by the gut
    Post and 1st, we in the cut, we were smoking on the woods
    And they think it smells good and they all want a puff
    Said they see me at the show, they was in the front row
    They wanna fuck, I told them bitches come and jump on my bus
    We got molly and we got Xans
    And we got drank and we got plants
    And we got white and we got gas
    And it’s just something they will never understand

    I got bands
    Broke boys coming to me with their open hands
    And I ain’t trippin’
    I’m just saying now everybody wanna be my friend
    I finally fell in love
    Now all these bitches wanna come and fuck up my plans
    I’m just trying to be who I am
    It’s just something they will never understand
    They will never understand
    They will never understand
    They will never understand
    They will never understand
    They will never understand
    They will never understand
    They will never understand
    They will never understand

    They will never understand
    They used to didn’t love me now they calling me the man
    Baby where are you going? Love, you know I got a plan
    I can elevate your life, your life
    Keep them niggas far away, they praying on my downfall
    You don’t fuck with me the long way so baby what you here for?
    It could be so simple, meet me out in Frisco
    Yeah yeah, yeah-hey
    Calculate your steps and keep your circle small
    Understand that nothing lasts forever
    Glamorization of this lifestyle will leave you desperate
    Yeah, yeah, yeah

    I got bands
    Broke boys coming to me with their open hands
    And I ain’t trippin’
    I’m just saying now everybody wanna be my friend
    I finally fell in love
    Now all these bitches wanna come and fuck up my plans
    I’m just trying to be who I am
    It’s just something they will never understand
    They will never understand
    They will never understand
    They will never understand
    They will never understand
    They will never understand
    They will never understand
    They will never understand
    They will never understand

  • This One’s for You; Song by David Guetta

    We were born to fly
    So let’s keep living till it all falls down
    Let’s close our eyes
    And let the moment shut the whole world out

    We’re in this together
    Hear our hearts beat together
    We stand strong together
    We’re in this forever

    This one’s for you, oh
    This one’s for you

    Waving colored flags, we won’t surrender
    There’s no standing down
    Love’s a playing field, it’s full of winners
    We’re breaking new ground

    We’re in this together
    Hear our hearts beat together
    We stand strong together
    We’re in this forever

    This one’s for you, oh
    This one’s for you

    Hey! Oh!
    Hey! Oh!

    We’re in this together
    Hear our hearts beat together
    We stand strong together
    We’re in this forever

    This one’s for you

    Written by: Avid Guetta / Ester Dean / Giorgio Tuinfort / Nick Van De Wall / Thomas Troelsen

  • Rhythm & Blues; Song by Ayra Starr

    Illuminate (oh, yeah)
    Oh-oh
    Oh-oh (yeah)

    Butterfly for my belly
    You givin’ me energy
    I don dey lose my composure
    Got me losin’ control
    Givin’ me more than I need
    Everythin’ wey you carry for body (oh, yeah)
    Even if water carry me, bebe
    No fit to revise you, my oreke

    My rhythm, my blues (yeah, yeah)
    My heart, it beat to your rhythm from Monday to Sunday (yeah)
    Say you be my gold (my gold)
    My silver, na everythin’ I go do for my bebe
    My rhythm, my blues
    My heart, it beat to your rhythm from Monday to Sunday
    Say you be my gold (my gold)
    Yeah, na everythin’ I go do for my bebe

    My jigga, my muse (my muse)
    Everythin’, my bebe
    My rhythm, my blues
    So many things you dey do, nobody do me like you do
    My jigga, my muse (my muse)
    Everythin’, my bebe
    My rhythm, my blues (oh-oh)
    So many things you dey do, nobody do me like you do

    No fit carry you play, I fit to lose (to lose)
    Carry my love, put it all on you (on you)
    And I get the money, money for two (for two)
    Cover my retina when you come through (come through)
    Na you be my personal person (my person)
    Forget Chidera, ini blessing
    Other guys e done teach me lesson
    Say na only you wey no dey stress me, personal person

    My jigga, my muse (my muse, my muse)
    Everythin’, my bebe (my bebe)
    My rhythm, my blues (oh-oh)
    So many things you dey do, nobody do me like you do
    My jigga, my muse (oh-oh-oh, muse)
    Everythin’, my bebe, eh
    My rhythm, my blues (oh-oh)
    So many things you dey do, nobody do me like you do

    Carry you for my head, my shoulder
    Waka for you, my knees and toes
    Na you dey high me, I no wan sober
    Nobody do me like you do
    Carry you for my head, my shoulder (oh, carry you)
    Waka for you, my knees and toes (toes)
    Na you dey high me, I no wan sober (oh, oh, oh)
    Nobody do me like you do (oh, oh)

    My bebe (my jigga, my muse)
    Oh, oh-oh-oh (my jigga, my muse)
    Nobody do me like you do (my jigga, my muse)
    Baby (my jigga, my muse)
    Nobody do me like you do, you do (my jigga, my muse)
    You do, do-do (my jigga, my muse)
    Yeah-yeah

    Songwriters: Oyinkansola Sarah Aderibigbe / Oluwadamilare David Aderibigbe / Uzoma Samuel Onyenucheya / Emmanuel Aro Ayomikun

  • 21; Song by Ayra Starr

    You say
    You say
    You say, you say I’m too young, too foolish
    Well I became myself spite what you say
    Still tryna find a way that I can stay the same
    Maybe that’s my naïveté

    Fuck that shit
    I’ma run it how I want that’s it
    Money singing off the phone
    That shit works for me
    It’s a purse on me (that’s a bag)
    No dey put a curse on me (I reflect)
    Letting God at work on me (I repent)
    Do it for myself never for a man

    I’m just 21
    What it feels to be more than 21
    I’ve never known
    I’ve never tried
    never loved
    What am I supposed to do with what I done
    Where did all the years go?

    1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
    I was at the house
    Tryna to figure out who the fuck I am
    11, 12 went too fast
    3 to 16, too fast
    7, 8 was a big year
    19 got a big bag
    now I’m counting 100’s playing ’20 somethings’
    I am counting on myself now
    Crying by myself now
    I’m 21
    At my grown ass age, damn

    Oh, 21
    What it feels to be more than 21
    I’ve never known
    I’ve never tried
    I’ve never loved
    Forgive if I don’t say it right or say enough
    Real shit I’m just 21
    Oh, I’m just twenty-one
    Oh, I’m just twenty-one

    Two, one (Twenty-one)
    Two, one (Twenty-one)
    Two, one (Twenty-one)
    Two, one (Twenty-one)
    Two, one (Twenty-one)
    Two, one (Twenty-one)
    Two

    Songwriters: Bambole Di Pezza / Mason Tanner / Mike Hector / Oyinkansola Aderibigbe / Tomi Mikael Mannonen

  • Last Heartbreak Song; Song by Ayra Starr and Giveon

    Why you no dey get my time?
    Is there someone else?
    You dey do me corny o
    Every day, new story o
    Shey I just dey waste my time?
    ‘Cause you don become someone else
    Sip palava for me o
    You no dey touch my body o

    It feels good to love somebody and somebody loves you back
    But it feels one-sided now (one-sided now)
    It feels one-sided now
    You don’t have to pretend about it ’cause it’s crystal clear now, now
    Guess “it’s bye” to the good times
    I’ll be gone by the sunrise

    I’ll be better on my own
    I’ll be better on my own, na, na
    Nobody should call my phone
    Nobody should call my phone, na, na
    This is my last heartbreak song
    This is my last heartbreak song, na, na
    I’ll be good all on my own
    I’ll be good all on my own, na, na

    Why are you so quick to leave (leave)
    When we both could make it work? (Work)
    When I’m gone, I make you nervous (make you nervous)
    If you hurt me, I deserve it (deserve it)
    I’ve been actin’ foolishly
    Forgettin’ what you’re worth (forgettin’, forgettin’)
    You stopped lovin’ me, I noticed (I know, I know)
    But even chaos serves a purpose

    It feels good to love somebody and somebody loves you back (back)
    So, don’t give in to your changed mind (your changed)
    ‘Cause I’ll be here for a lifetime (lifetime, lifetime)
    You don’t have to pretend about it ’cause it’s crystal clear now, now
    Guess “it’s bye” to the good times (times)
    And I’ll be gone by the sunrise

    I’ll be better on my own
    I’ll be better on my own, na, na
    Nobody should call my phone (call my phone)
    Nobody should call my phone, na, na
    This is my last heartbreak song
    This is my last heartbreak song, na, na
    I’ll be good all on my own
    I’ll be good all on my own, na, na

    Songwriters: Leon G Thomas / Giveon Evans / Deavon Petty Chisolm / Oyinkansola Sarah Aderibigbe / Kehinde .o. Alabi / Prince Oghenemine Omoferi

  • Bad Vibes; Song by Ayra Starr and Seyi Vibez

    No dey throw bad vibes
    Where the money dey, that is where I’m at
    Anyhow e be, I dey play my part
    Igi gogoro, ma gùn mi l’oju, mi o fọ o (Mystro Sugar)

    I let the water touch my knee (yeah)
    Can’t let these people get to me
    I know you know I never drink (yeah)
    I’m mixin’ with that Hennessy (mix it with that Hennessy)
    I need my enemies deceased (ayy)
    I know they wanna find a crease (know they wanna find a crease)
    God they see in me, ayy (ah)
    Hallelujah (hallelujah)

    Gavе me the world, but they serve it on my palms (my palms)
    I watch my word ’cause they heavy on your heart (your heart)
    You hit my line, but I’m talking to my mom’s
    And when there’s time, I’ll be talking to my God

    No dey throw bad vibes
    Where the money dey, that is where I’m at
    Anyhow e be, I dey play my part
    Igi gogoro, ma gùn mi l’oju, mi o fọ o
    No dey throw bad vibes
    Where the money dey, that is where I’m at (ah)
    Anyhow e be, I dey play my part
    Igi gogoro, ma gùn mi l’oju, mi o fọ o, mi fọ o

    Me, I go dance for you, Michael Jackson
    Mama always say, “Son, have mercy on me”
    The angels never forsake me
    Halleluyah, morẹnikeji
    Promise to play my part
    Sometimes, I pray and fast
    Seven days and night

    Forever the light
    Son of Amdallah
    Hol’ on, girl, you know I was a Rasta
    Play dem Kigawa
    Ọmọ ologo dia
    Ọlọrun l’Ọba wa
    See my flows fire

    No dey throw bad vibes
    Where the money dey, that is where I’m at
    Anyhow e be, I dey play my part
    Igi gogoro, ma gùn mi l’oju, mi o fọ o
    No dey throw bad vibes
    Where the money dey, that is where I’m at
    Anyhow e be, I dey play my part
    Igi gogoro, ma gùn mi l’oju, mi o fọ, mi fọ o (ma gun mi l’oju, mi o fọ)

    I’m leadin’ a life that can clean me from my past shit (yeah, past shit)
    Burn all this money and leave it in my ashes (yeah)
    The Lord is blessing, I’ll see if I can match it (yeah-yeah)
    If something’s coming, I’ll see it from my lashes
    Never stopping when the red light flashes
    To be real, I’m still eating off my last hit
    No dey throw

    No dey throw bad vibes
    Where the money dey, that is where I’m at
    Anyhow e be, I dey play my part
    Igi gogoro, ma gùn mi l’oju, mi o fọ oh
    No dey throw bad vibes
    Where the money dey, that is where I’m at (oh-oh)
    Anyhow e be, I dey play my part
    Igi gogoro, ma gùn mi l’oju, mi o fọ o (mi o fọ o)

    No dey throw bad vibes
    Where the money dey, that is where I’m at
    Anyhow e be, I dey play my part

    Songwriters: Segun Michael Ajayi / Ikenna Ohaeri / Mason Tanner / Oyinkansola Sarah Aderibigbe / Afolabi Oluwaloseyi Balogun

  • No love; Song by Ayra Starr and Ninho

    J’suis dans les palabres, mon bébé, silencieux comme le canon
    J’ai pas nehess, j’ai veillé, des diamants sur le médaillon
    Il a visé la tête, plus aucune lueur dans les pupilles
    Dans la Tech, j’me revois, implicando dans la sine-cui
    Mauvais djo, mauvaise idée, on verra peut-être pas l’matin
    Loketo, des gros billets, c’est ça qu’apaise mon chagrin
    Mauvais djo, mauvaise idée, on verra peut-être pas l’matin
    Loketo, des gros billets, c’est ça qu’apaise mon chagrin
    J’ai l’feu sur moi, trente-deux bastoss, chérie, j’peux pas zouker
    Tu connais quoi? Paris-lagos, juste le temps d’un couplet
    Ah, Montego Bay, Republica Dominicana
    J’demande la paix dans mes prières, niveau kichta, en vrai, ça va

    Cramé dans la city, le bacqueux m’appelle par l’nom d’famille
    Si j’suis pas enfermé ce soir, j’finis dans tes bras
    J’connais pas les limites, j’aime pas trop les nouvelles compagnies
    Garave dans un M3, j’me demande si tu penses à moi (eh)

    No love, no love
    Outside is a cold world, cold world
    I know, but me, I got to stay strong
    I no go fi to give up, no fi carry last, o
    No love, no love
    Outside is a cold world, cold world
    I know, but me, I got to stay strong
    I no go fi to give up, no fi carry last, o

    Greatness was a matter of time
    See the ladder we climbed
    It could shatter your mind
    But relentless, I’m stubborn and pride
    You walk, walk on me, shining bright like a diamond
    No start wetin you no go fit to finish
    I no be just needy
    Fi dribble like Ronaldinho
    Oh yes, they must to listen (listen)
    When I be serving what I’m cooking in the kitchen
    Ozumba mbadiwe
    Me a go follow, fire with my motor, hmm
    They no go fi block my way
    Me a go zoom zoom, fire for the highway

    Cramé dans la city, le bacqueux m’appelle par l’nom d’famille
    Si j’suis pas enfermé ce soir, j’finis dans tes bras
    J’connais pas les limites, j’aime pas trop les nouvelles compagnies
    Garave dans un M3, j’me demande si tu penses à moi (eh)

    No love, no love
    Outside is a cold world, cold world
    I know, but me, I got to stay strong
    I no go fi to give up, no fi carry last, o
    No love, no love
    Outside is a cold world, cold world
    I know, but me, I got to stay strong
    I no go fi to give up, no fi carry last, o

    Ozumba mbadiwe
    Me a go follow, fire with my motor
    They no go fi block my way
    Me a go zoom zoom, fire for the highway

    Songwriters: Leveatz / Manu Manu / Oyinkansola Sarah Aderibigbe / William Nzobazola

  • Overdose; Crayon, Ayra Starr, LADIPOE, Magixx & Boy Spyce

    Mavin, Mavin,
    Hmm-hmm, mm,
    It’s Don Jazzy, ayy

    Every likkle thing you dey do to me (Woah, woah),
    E dey sweet me for body (Body),
    Shey your loving fit fall on me (Woah, woah, woah, woah),
    Girl your bow leg make I go crazy (Crazy),
    Omoge say e sure for me (For me),
    Say make I withdraw money (Money),

    Oroma, oroma no go downgrade (Go downgrade),
    Make I carry your luggage (Luggage),
    I dey find you for four days,
    For days, and no trouser, no trouser fit to contain (Contain),
    Girl your body na package (Oh yeah),
    Shey you no see I’m falling, I’m falling falling for love,

    Overdose me, your love dey overdose me,
    Na you (Na you), I want (I want), me love you I think of ololo,
    Overloading, I’ll be overloading,
    Your bank, account, money plenty tell me the amount,

    No one told me love would taste like this (Like this),
    Got my money in my pocket like this (Like this),
    Wisdom inna my knowledge like this,
    I follow God I no dey follow man,
    For you I might have to consider,
    Trips to LA taking photographs (But you knew that),
    If it’s signed by me then it’s an autograph,

    Yeah,
    Live to die another day for you baby (Yeah),
    Quit my Casanova ways for you baby (Ooh),
    The only time that you say that you hate me,
    Is when I take the last slice of pastry,
    Now I’m on the run run run (Running),
    Run run run,
    Loving you till kingdom come,
    But you, drive me crazy send someone,
    Still my billboard baby,
    My number one,

    Baby e get as e dey be (As e dey be),
    Omo you dey high me like palmi (Like palmi),
    I just wanna be there when you need me,
    Baby na your matter I dey reason all day yeah,
    Overdosing, body overdose,
    Omo, say you carry over load,
    And you know you bad like commando,

    Oroma, oroma no go downgrade,
    Make I carry your luggage,
    I dey find you for four days (I dey find you for four days yeah),
    For days, and no trouser, no trouser fit to contain,
    Girl your body na package,
    Shey you no see I’m falling, I’m falling falling for love,

    Overdose me, your love dey overdose me,
    Na you, I want, me love you I think of ololo,
    Overloading, I’ll be overloading (Yeah),
    Your bank, account, money plenty tell me the amount,

    Yomama yomama yomama yomama yo,
    If you see Onome,
    Tell am she be the one oh, hmm,
    ‘Cause I know and I know and I know with my heart and my soul,
    If you do me jeje, me self I go dey follow baby oh,
    If I enter your motor pim, pim, pim (Pim pim pim),
    I go make you to shout pon, pon, pon (Pon pon pon),
    Me I no too like Ifeoma,
    Say na you I wan show my mama,
    ‘Cause I’ma put you in a brand new Beamer,
    Shey you go like be my shima (Snap me fine cinemato),