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  • Cast (G Z Anthem); Ayra Starr

  • Lonely; Song by Ayra Starr

    Oh na-na, oh-na-na, oh na
    Oh na-na, oh-na-na, oh na
    Oh na-na, oh-na-na, oh na
    Oh na-na

    Every night that I cry oh (cry oh)
    Just dey blame myself for lovin’ you like I did
    You like I did (you like I did)
    I go like to know your plan oh baby
    ‘Cause it’s been four weeks of callin’, you no dey pick
    Yeah, you no dey pick (you no dey pick)

    Do you believe in us?
    See as we blend like gin and juice
    Made in heaven, that’s me and you
    That’s me and you
    Do you believe in trust? (in trust)
    Transparency in all we do
    I’m so lonely, I’m missin’ you
    I’m missin’ you

    I’m lonely
    Baby boy, I am sorry, joor
    I be human being, oh
    I be human being, oh
    Miss your lovin’
    Baby, shey you no miss me joor?
    I be human being oh
    I be human being oh, oh yeah
    I be human being, oh
    I be human being, oh
    I be human being, oh
    I be

    Every day I’m thinkin’ about you
    And I want your lovin’ all night long
    Hold it
    I like the way you control it
    I like it when you just hold me
    When I see you in the mornin’
    My sugar, my blues, yeah
    What would I do?
    Hmm, what would I do? yeah

    Do you believe in us? (us)
    See as we blend like gin and juice
    Made in heaven, that’s me and you
    That’s me and you
    Do you believe in trust?
    Transparency in all we do
    I’m so lonely, I’m missin’ you
    I’m missin’ you

    I’m lonely
    Baby boy, I am sorry, joor
    I be human being, oh
    I be human being, oh
    Miss your lovin’
    Baby, shey you no miss me joor?
    I be human being, oh
    I be human being, oh, I
    (I be human being, oh)
    You know say I be, yeah, yeah
    (I be human being, oh)
    I be human, I’m human
    I’m only, only human
    (I be human being, oh)
    I’m human
    I be human being, oh
    Oh I, oh I
    I be human being, oh I
    I be human being, oh

    Songwriters: Oniyide Azeez / Oyinkansola Sarah Aderibigbe / Kehinde O. Alabi / Prince Oghenemine Omoferi / Adebanjo Oluwanifemi

  • Toxic; Song by Ayra Starr

    Why did you make me do it?
    Why did you force me to take it?

    Why did you make me do it?
    Why did you make me lose it?
    Why did you give me the drugs that I took?
    Why did you force me to take it?

    I thought that what we had was love, was love
    I gave you all I had, not much, not much
    Things you gave to me were worse, were worse
    And I’ll apologize no more, no more

    But I’m sorry (but I’m sorry)
    That I loved someone who would hurt me
    In the past, that’s sad, but truthfully
    I died when you left, when you left me
    Oh sadly, oh sadly
    I’ve been crying my eyes out with Xandy
    I’ve been drowning my sorrows in a bottle
    I’ve been smoking very much since you left me (oh-oh-oh)

    Why did you make me to leave?
    Pop a molly in a cup and sip
    I thought you never ever let me be
    I thought you’ll hold me down ’til I get clean

    I thought that what we had was love, was love
    I gave you all I had not much, not much
    Things you gave to me were worse, were worse
    And I’ll apologize no more, no more

    But I’m sorry
    That I loved somebody that would hurt me
    In the past, that’s sad, but truthfully
    I died when you left, when you left me
    Oh sadly, oh sadly
    I was crying my eyes out with xandy
    I’ve been drowning my sorrows in a bottle
    I’ve been smoking very much since you left me (oh whoa-oh, oh, uh-uh)

    since you left me
    (You left me, ah) you left me, ah (you left me, ah) you left me, ah
    (Since you left me, since you left me) you left me, ah
    You left me, you left me, you left me, ah

    Songwriters: Michael Ajereh Collins / Oyinkansola Sarah Aderibigbe / Oluwadamilare David Aderibigbe

  • Bloody Samaritan; Song by Ayra Starr

    London (London)

    I’m feelin’ vibes on vibes
    I’m a tickin’ dynamite
    I’ll blow your candle light
    You know I’m just that type
    No, dem no fit kill my vibe (no, no)
    Dem no fit kill my vibe
    Dem no fit kill, dem no fit kill
    Dem no fit kill my

    Wise man said, “Follow the stars
    There you shall find a piece of advice”
    If you hate your enemies, enemies shine
    If you’re not a friend of me, enter the light
    ‘Cause you can never kill my vibe
    Got here with no sacrifices
    Everythin’ once taken, still had to make it
    Vibe killer, me I no go take shit (ayy)

    Vibe killer, bloody Samaritan
    Protect my energy from your bad aura
    Na my pastor say I be my healer
    Everythin’ I desire, I go receive
    My rhythm flow like a river
    If you get yawa, come on, go and sit down
    I go just para
    Comot my jigga
    I go just dey
    Follow my dreams

    I’m feelin’ vibes on vibes (I’m feelin’ vibes)
    I’m a tickin’ dynamite (I’m a tickin’ dyn’)
    I’ll blow your candle light (I’ll blow your can’)
    You know I’m just that type
    No, dem no fit kill my vibe
    Dem no fit kill my vibe
    You no fit kill, you no fit kill
    You no fit kill my vibe

    I see you watchin’ my stories
    I see you gaugin’ my lifestyle
    I see you watchin’ my movements
    This bad bitch bad every day
    I no dey look your face
    Bad man bad every day
    Get on your knees and pray
    ‘Til you regain your faith

    Vibe killer, bloody Samaritan
    Protect my energy from your bad aura
    Na my pastor say I be my healer
    Everythin’ I desire, I go receive
    My rhythm flow like a river
    If you get yawa, come on, go and sit down
    I go just para
    Comot my jigga
    I go just dey
    Follow my dreams

    I’m feelin’ vibes on vibes (I’m feelin’ vibes)
    I’m a tickin’ dynamite (I’m a tickin’ dyn’)
    I’ll blow your candle light (I’ll blow your can’)
    You know I’m just that type
    No, dem no fit kill my vibe
    Dem no fit kill my vibe
    You no fit kill, you no fit kill
    You no fit kill my vibe

    Songwriters: Oluwadamilare Aderibigbe / Ovie Michael Hunter / Oyinkansola Sarah Aderibigbe / Prince Omoferi

  • In Between; Song by Ayra Starr

    Je sais pas mais
    Je suis fatigué
    Je suis fatigué (Louddaaa)

    Two steps into the water
    I feel my burden floating out
    Higher, higher
    Six feet deep and I’m under
    Oh, I felt higher, higher, higher, higher

    I forgot that I can’t swim
    Why did I get myself into this mess?
    ‘Cause I’m drownin’
    Oh, I’m drownin’

    How did I get myself into this mess?
    Oh, I’m drownin’
    I’m drownin’
    I’m drownin’

    Mimo, mimo, o ma wa lo
    O ma wa, o ma wa
    O ma bo
    Kuro l’ona
    Fun won
    Fun won
    Nkan t’ofe
    Kuro l’ona
    Kuro, kuro l’ona

    It’s like I’m fallin’ in this endless pit of life
    I’m gettin’ tired
    But, I don’t wanna die

    One more step and I’m fallin’ down
    Two more steps and I’m on the ground
    Three more times, then I held you right with me

    Mimo, mimo, o ma wa lo
    O ma wa, o ma wa
    O ma bo
    Kuro l’ona
    Fun won
    Fun won
    Nkan t’ofe
    Kuro l’ona
    Kuro, kuro l’ona

    Songwriters: Oyinkansola Aderibigbe / Kehinde Olasunkanmi Alabi

  • ASE – A COLORS SHOW; Song by Ayra Starr

    Ase’
    Ase’ (London)
    Ase’
    Ase’

    Moonwalk on you motherfucker
    Do the milly rock on you motherfucker
    Don’t tell me part of your rules motherfucker
    Let me live the way I want motherfucker

    My, my, my, my father said (father said)
    I know you want the best for me (uh uh uh uh)
    But let me live the way that I sabi (I sabi)
    It’s a thing of joy
    Be proud of it, be proud of it

    It’s true (it’s true, it’s true, it’s true)
    Can I do my do (my do, my do, my do)

    Fuck society (Ase’)
    Fuck you wannabes (Ase’)
    Fuck your hypocrisy (Ase’)
    Don’t want any part of it (Ase’)
    Fuck society (Ase’)
    Fuck you wannabes (Ase’)
    Fuck your hypocrisy (Ase’)
    Don’t want any part of it (Ase’)

    (Fu, fu, fu, fu, fu, fu, fu, fu, fu
    Fu, fu, fu, fu, fu, fu Ase’)
    Fuck society
    Fuck you wannabes
    Fuck your

    Moonwalk on you, motherfucker
    Do the milly rock on you, motherfucker
    Don’t want any part of your rules, motherfucker
    Let me live the way I want, motherfucker

    Fuck society (Ase’)
    Fuck you wannabes (Ase’)
    Fuck your hypocrisy (Ase’)
    Don’t want any part of it (Ase’)
    Fuck society (Ase’)
    Fuck you wannabes (Ase’)
    Fuck your hypocrisy (Ase’)
    Don’t want any part of it ehh (Ase’)

    Spiritual thing ya know
    It’s a real thing ya know
    Bomb dem
    Bomboclat

    Songwriters: Michael Ovie Hunter / Oyinkansola Sarah Aderibigbe

  • Snitch; Song by Ayra Starr

    London

    We connect pass Magnito
    But, you keep me locked up, incognito
    Now, three glasses of Mojitos
    I’m rantin’ on the bird app
    Tellin’ on you, oh

    If you fuck with me
    Then run for your life, run for your life, I’m a bit crazy
    I’ll make you cry, make you cry, I’ll tell on you
    And those other hoes that you fuckin’, I’ma tell on you
    I’ma tell on you, oh

    I’ma tell on you
    Oh-whoa, I’ma tell on you
    Woah-oh-oh, I’ma tell on you
    What? I’ma tell on you
    Tell on you
    I’ma tell on you

    Yeah, I’ve been in my feelings lately
    Got me fucked up, talkin’ about you daily
    Mmm
    Stony like a psychedelic (yah)
    Drinkin’ and burnin’ the flowers, you got me
    Textin’ bitches that you follow (yah)
    Yeah, you got me fucked up, why?

    Why you tellin’ lies?
    Why’d you fake the truth though?
    Why you make me sad? Why? (Why?)
    (Why you tellin’ lies though?)
    (Why’d you fake the truth though?)
    (Why you make me sad though?)
    Yeah, why?

    If you fuck with me
    Then run for your life, run for your life, I’m a bit crazy
    I’ll make you cry, make you cry, I’ll tell on you
    And those other hoes that you fuckin’
    I’ma tell on you
    I’ma tell on you, oh

    Your mama ain’t raise you right
    I’ma turn up tonight
    Do my dirt outta spite, then give you a kiss goodnight (yeah)
    Yeah-yeah, oh
    How you gon’ my earn my time?
    Yeah-yeah, oh
    Oh, you gon’ learn this time

    Uh, it’s me or them, I compete with no hoe
    These birds flock then I’ma fly solo
    Block your number, delete your photos
    Yeah, I
    Could be savage, I am no pro though
    You got options, I got a boatload
    Call me “crazy”, maybe a Poco

    If you fuck with me
    Then run for your life, run for your life, I’m a bit crazy
    I could make you cry, make you cry, I’ma tell on you
    And those other hoes that you fucking, I’ma tell on you
    Oh, I’ma tell on you

    I’ma tell on you
    Oh-whoa, , I’ma tell on you
    Woah-oh-oh, I’ma tell on you
    What? I’ma tell on you
    Tell on you
    I’ma tell on you

    I’ma tell on you
    Oh-whoa, I’ma tell on you
    Woah-oh-oh fam, I’ma tell on you
    What? I’ma tell on you, tell on you
    Tell on you

    Songwriters: Sarah Aderibigbe Oyinkansola

  • Beggie Beggie; Song by Ayra Starr

    We were only lovers
    Before the love came in
    Now you be soldier
    Général no send me
    Now I’m alone
    Now wey you no send me
    You just dey pose
    You just dey bobo me
    You just dey go
    You no dey answer me
    Ewo ewo ewo kilode oh
    Ewo ewo ewo kilode oh

    See the way I de beg you she Bambi allah
    Mo je ni
    And you know say you fine too
    All the girls go they find you
    All the guys come dey find me
    Me I no fit attend to
    Me I know fit compare you
    You uh oh oh

    E no be you e be me
    Normally I no dey do like this
    But nobody holy
    No be say I be John the baptist
    I got issues (Got issues)
    Girl, I made you cry and I gave you tissues
    After that I kissed you
    Then we made sweet love like we always do
    Say I led you on
    You sef dey follow me
    We were having fun
    Then suddenly the love came in
    Ewo ewo ewo kilode oh
    Ewo ewo ewo kilode oh

    See the way I de beg you she Bambi allah
    Mo je ni
    And you know say you fine too
    All the girls go they find you
    All the guys come dey find me
    Me I no fit attend to
    Me I know fit compare you
    You uh oh oh

    I wish I said this before but you’re messing with my mind
    Sing me songs, make some love
    Put your hands on top my thighs
    I know say you be hot cake
    Hundred yards, husband material
    But me sef I be hot cake
    Hundred yards, wifey material
    Ewo ewo ewo kilode oh
    Ewo ewo ewo kilode oh

    See the way I de beg you she Bambi allah
    Mo je ni
    And you know say you fine too
    All the girls go they find you
    All the guys come dey find me
    Me I no fit attend to
    Me I know fit compare you
    You uh oh oh

    We were only lovers
    Before the love came in
    Now you be soldier
    Général no send me

  • Fashion Killing Me; Ayra Starr

    You know don’t you
    You, you know don’t you
    London
    You know, know
    Yea

    My denim faded, but I rock it like a baby in a cot
    I put the water in the ocean in the city that I’m from
    I light the room in the dark ’cause my bling is a torch
    I watched fashion die today in the mirror that I saw

    Ahhah

    Shebi na go ball, we go ball
    Flex to the dawn
    I go straight to the front
    No return
    I’m gonna enter the club
    Know dey might front
    ‘Cause me I get the gun me
    No dey do me wrong

    Oh, I’m a fashion killa, yeah
    I got much to live out, yeah
    When I pass, you shiver, yeah
    And my ass got thicker, yeah
    I’m a fashion killa, yeah
    I got much to live by, yeah
    When I pass, you shiver
    And my ass got thicker

    Image
    Picture a chandelier on my head
    I see the diamonds wet everywhere
    I know you see me drenched in finesse
    In finesse
    Oh, reason
    Think of it, a brown shirt and blue ribbon
    Diamonds awaken every time I need it
    Babushka on everything, my allegiance
    My allegiance

    Oh, I’m a fashion killa, yeah (Fashion girl)
    I got much to live out, yeah (Always wavy)
    When I pass, you shiver, yeah (Fashion girl)
    And my ass got thicker, yeah (Never changing)
    I’m a fashion killa, yeah (Fashion girl)
    I got much to live by, yeah (Always wavy)
    When I pass, you shiver (Fashion girl)
    And my ass got thicker (Never changing)

    Oh, I’m a fashion killa, yeah (Fashion girl)
    I got much to live out, yeah (Always wavy)
    When I pass, you shiver, yeah (Fashion girl)
    And my ass got thicker, yeah (Never changing)

    I’m a fashion killa, yeah (Fashion girl)
    I got much to live by, yeah (Always wavy)
    When I pass, you shiver (Fashion girl)
    And my ass got thicker (Never changing)

    Fashion girl

  • Away; Song by Ayra Starr

    How far?
    Make you no dey bother with me
    Your father
    What you wanna acquire with me?
    Stutter
    Stutter like a motherfucker
    I do not like it when you call me

    When you been dey flex
    With them girls up east
    You dey flex (you dey flex)
    You con dey vex
    On top say I no want stress

    When you gonna understand?
    You can never be the man I stan
    You can never be the one for me
    Take away your troubles
    And leave me be

    Away, away, away, away
    Ah-ah, away ayy
    Take all your trouble
    Away, away, away, away
    Ah-ah, away ayy
    Take it, take it, take it
    Away, away, away, away
    Ah-ah away ayy

    Understand
    Understand I won’t
    Understand I won’t be the girl that used to cry
    Cry about a man that never came through
    He dey lie all the time
    Let’s talk about a fool
    Yahhh yeah
    You keep talking but you’re tripping
    Yahhh yeah
    You keep talking

    So when you gonna understand?
    You can never be the man I stan
    You can never be the one for me
    Take away your troubles
    And leave me be

    Away, away, away, away
    Ah-ah, away ayy
    Take all your trouble
    Away, away, away, away
    Ah-ah, away ayy
    Take it, take it, take it
    Away, away, away, away
    Ah-ah away ayy

    How far? How far?
    How far?
    Tell me, why you wanna call me?
    When you know that you’re not my type
    This thing done dey pain me
    No need to explain, please
    This thing done dey pain me

    Away, away, away, away
    Ah-ah, away ayy
    Take all your trouble
    Away, away, away, away
    Ah-ah, away ayy
    Take it away from me
    Away, away, away, away
    Ah-ah away ayy

    Songwriters: Oluwadamilare David Aderibigbe / Kehinde Olasunkanmi Alabi

  • Sare; Song by Ayra Starr

    I can’t apologize
    ‘Cause my fairy-tale is you and me baby for life
    So why can’t I fantasize?
    ‘Cause I want you by my side when I stop dreaming
    Be mine

    I want you here, so mo ma sare (sare)
    I want your love so don’t run away (run away)
    Me and you will take over the world
    Standing where no man can put asunder
    Tell me say you won’t let go
    I’ll hold you tight like a Romeo
    I’ll show you say you’ll be my own oh-oh

    I can’t apologize (sare, sare wale)
    ‘Cause my fairy tale is you and me baby for life
    (Sare, sare wale, sare sare wale, sare sare wale)
    So why can’t I fantasize? (Sare, sare wale)
    ‘Cause I want you by my side when I stop dreaming
    (Sare sare wale, sare sare wale, sare sare wale)
    Be mine

    You no dey play like a Ronaldo
    You gum body like a Burna Boy
    E funny ’cause you get money oh
    You no dey jonze me like other boys
    You gimme joy, you gimme joy
    You gimme love, you gimme love
    And I’ll always hold you dear
    You mean a lot to me, yeah
    Hmm, you mean a lot to me yeah

    I can’t apologize (sare, sare wale)
    ‘Cause my fairy-tale is you and me baby for life
    (Sare sare wale, sare sare wale, sare sare wale)
    So why can’t I fantasize? (Sare, sare wale)
    ‘Cause I want you be my side when I stop dreaming
    (Sare sare wale, sare sare wale, sare sare wale)
    Be mine

    Gige l’abage, gige l’abage
    Ki mi rin gandangban titi yarin-yarin
    D’elejibgo oko mi oh
    Wiwo l’abawo, wiwo l’abawo
    Ki mi rin gandangban titi yarin-yarin
    D’elejibgo oko mi oh

    Sare, sare wale ayy yeah

    Songwriters: Michael Ajereh Collins / Oluwadamilare David Aderibigbe

  • Memories; Song by Ayra Starr

    Follow, follow

    Follow, follow me
    Follow me to Italy
    Hold me tight and never leave
    Never leave, never leave me

    Ah, we go roll, roll, roll
    Them gon’ know, know, know
    No be low, low, low
    Baby, make we show them

    Maybe you can be my baby
    Up and down with you crazy
    Everybody knows, memories don’t die
    Maybe you can be my baby
    Up and down with you crazy
    Everybody knows, memories don’t die

    Now you be the koko (koko)
    I’ve known since I met you
    Your love makes me loco
    Your smilе makes me smile
    Nеver on my own, got your pictures on my phone, oh baby
    It’s you and me for life

    We go roll, roll, roll
    Them gon’ know, know, know
    No be low, low, low
    Baby, make we show them

    Maybe you can be my baby
    Up and down with you crazy
    Everybody knows, memories don’t die
    Maybe you can be my baby
    Up and down with you crazy
    Everybody knows, memories don’t die

    Follow, follow me
    Follow me to Italy
    Hold me tight and never leave
    Never leave, never leave me (memories don’t die)

    Memories don’t
    Memories don’t die, memories don’t
    Memories don’t die
    Maybe you can be my baby
    Up and down with you crazy (oh, oh, oh, uh-uh oh)
    Everybody knows, memories don’t die

    Memories don’t die
    (Memories don’t die)

    Songwriters: Oyinkansola Aderibigbe / Kehinde Olasunkanmi Alabi

  • Ija; Ayra Starr, Mavins, and TOKiMONSTA

    He say he like me and he want to, he want to
    But he keeps fighting like it’s Kung fu, Kung fu
    But ma ba ja if he want to, if he wants to
    He like my body in that jumpsuit, in that jumpsuit

    He said turn your body up and down
    I really like your style
    The way you move that waist is bad
    You make me wanna mad
    Turn your body up and down
    I really like your style
    The way you move that waist is bad
    You make me wanna mad

    I say baby, to ba wa ija
    To ri eh, ma wa ija
    You don’t have to fi ara e ija
    Ohh baby
    Yeah, I love like that
    You give me joy like that
    You are on my mind
    Boy, you’re all I have

    I say baby, to ba wa ija
    To ri eh, ma wa ija
    You don’t have to fi ara e ija
    Ohh baby
    Yeah, I love like that
    You give me joy like that
    You are on my mind
    Boy, you’re all I have

    Take me like a thief in the night
    Oh baby, wa gba
    First you wanna vibe
    Then you wanna ride
    I know what you like, I’ll give it to you right, yeah

    Oh no, ah-ah
    Come dey waka go
    Oh, oh
    Tell me what you really want
    Oh, oh
    Tell me let me know
    Pack your things, take your leave
    On your knees, tell me please
    Otherwise I’ll take the risk and let you leave
    Oh-oh-oh

    He said turn your body up and down
    I really like your style
    The way you move that waist is bad
    You make me wanna mad
    Turn your body up and down
    I really like your style
    The way you move that waist is bad
    You make me wanna mad

    I say baby, to ba wa ija
    To ri eh, ma wa ija
    You don’t have to fi ara e ija
    Ohh baby
    Yeah, I love like that
    You give me joy like that
    You are on my mind
    Boy, you’re all I have

    I say baby, to ba wa ija
    To ri eh, ma wa ija
    You don’t have to fi ara e ija
    Ohh baby
    Yeah, I love like that
    You give me joy like that
    You are on my mind
    Boy, you’re all I have

    You’re all I have
    You’re all I have
    You’re all I have

    Songwriters: Ewuyemi Olanrewaju Dayo / Oyinkansola Sarah Aderibigbe / Oluwadamilare David Aderibigbe

  • Rush; Song by Ayra Starr

    Ta-ta-ri
    Ta-ta-ri-pa, ta-ta-ri
    Ta-ta-ri-pa, ta-ta-ri, pa

    Sabi girl no dey too like talk
    Animals dey in human form
    Padi man, nobody like work
    But you must hustle if you wan chop
    E no finish, dem wan fight us
    If them dey run, dem no fit catch up
    I no dey form say I too righteous
    No come dey form say you too like us

    Me no get the time for the hate and the bad energy
    Got my mind on my money
    Make you dance like Poco Lee
    Steady green like broccoli
    Steady on my grind, no wan hear what they wan telly me
    Kudi na my fantasy
    Dem wan dey check if my tap e no rush

    But e dey rush (e dey rush)
    E dey rush well, well, e be much (e be much)
    Na God dey make my tap, e dey rush
    The kind money we touch, yeah
    E dey rush (e dey rush)
    E dey rush well, well, e be much (e be much)
    No be hype, everybody dey crush
    There’s no dulling with us (there’s no dulling with us, oh)

    Pa-pa-ri (oh)
    Ta-ta-ri-pa, pa-pa-ri (yeah)
    Ta-ta-ri-pa, pa-pa-ri-pa
    Ta-ra-pa-pa-ri-pa

    Jofunmi Japata, I dey go Ghana (yeah)
    You never touch, you dey form papas (yeah)
    Which kind money we never see before?
    Kosi elomi, got me feeling I’m the one
    Aje, aje, aje, can never take my cake away, aje
    You can’t count my grace
    I just dey my lane, my lane

    Me no get the time for the hate and the bad energy
    Got my mind on my money
    Make you dance like Poco Lee
    Steady green like broccoli
    Steady on my grind, no wan hear what they wan telly me
    Kudi na my fantasy (yeah, yeah)
    Dem wan dey check if my tap e no rush (yeah)

    But e dey rush (e dey rush)
    E dey rush well, well, e be much (e be much)
    Na God dey make my tap, e dey rush (yeah)
    The kind money we touch, yeah
    E dey rush (e dey rush)
    E dey rush well, well, e be much (e be much)
    No be hype, everybody dey crush
    There’s no dulling with us (there’s no dulling with us)

    ‘Cause e dey rush
    E dey rush well, well, e be much
    Na God dey make my tap, e dey rush
    The kind money we touch
    E dey rush
    E dey rush well, well, e be much
    No be hype, everybody dey crush
    There’s no dulling with us (there’s no dulling)

    Yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah
    Mmh, ah

    Songwriters: Alexandre Uwaifo / Henri Velasco / Oyinkansola Sarah Aderibigbe / Prince Oghenemine Omoferi

  • Away; Song by Ayra Starr

    How far?
    Make you no dey bother with me
    Your father
    What you wanna acquire with me?
    Stutter
    Stutter like a motherfucker
    I do not like it when you call me

    When you been dey flex
    With them girls up east
    You dey flex (you dey flex)
    You con dey vex
    On top say I no want stress

    When you gonna understand?
    You can never be the man I stan
    You can never be the one for me
    Take away your troubles
    And leave me be

    Away, away, away, away
    Ah-ah, away ayy
    Take all your trouble
    Away, away, away, away
    Ah-ah, away ayy
    Take it, take it, take it
    Away, away, away, away
    Ah-ah away ayy

    Understand
    Understand I won’t
    Understand I won’t be the girl that used to cry
    Cry about a man that never came through
    He dey lie all the time
    Let’s talk about a fool
    Yahhh yeah
    You keep talking but you’re tripping
    Yahhh yeah
    You keep talking

    So when you gonna understand?
    You can never be the man I stan
    You can never be the one for me
    Take away your troubles
    And leave me be

    Away, away, away, away
    Ah-ah, away ayy
    Take all your trouble
    Away, away, away, away
    Ah-ah, away ayy
    Take it, take it, take it
    Away, away, away, away
    Ah-ah away ayy

    How far? How far?
    How far?
    Tell me, why you wanna call me?
    When you know that you’re not my type
    This thing done dey pain me
    No need to explain, please
    This thing done dey pain me

    Away, away, away, away
    Ah-ah, away ayy
    Take all your trouble
    Away, away, away, away
    Ah-ah, away ayy
    Take it away from me
    Away, away, away, away
    Ah-ah away ayy

    Songwriters: Oluwadamilare David Aderibigbe / Kehinde Olasunkanmi Alabi

  • Check; by Young Thug

    Check; by Young Thug

    I can see that bullshit from a mile away (See it)
    You can stack my money ’bout a mile away (Stack it)
    I got three white bitches like it’s powder day (White)
    Mink coat with the rolls like a Shar Pei
    And all of my bitches sexy, call them Barbies (Sexy)
    She lookin’ back like I’m flexin’, baby, no way (Uh-uh)
    And lately, I been on that D’usse, yee
    (We got London on the track)

    Got me a check, I got a check
    Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh, sheesh)
    Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh)
    Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check (Yeah, yeah-yeah!)

    Money on my mind, I got money on my brain
    Money in my pants, I got money I call change
    20, 50, 100, 500 millions made
    Big hunna Thugga, screamin’ free that Gucci Mane

    If I need some racks, I’ma flip me some packs
    I talk like I want and she don’t say nothin’ back
    If cops pull up, I put that crack in my crack
    Or I put that brack in my brack
    Call little shawty, made her fuck on my brodie
    If you don’t owe me, bitch, still act like you owe me
    I promise I won’t ever quit, bitch, I’m Kobe
    And I whip that white, you can snow me
    Stoner Young Thugger
    I whip it, that bitch, yeah, she know me, Young Thugger
    Yeah, she shinin’ like butter
    The bitch from Chicago, I call her young Cutler
    Leave it to Beaver
    I pull up in Bentleys with London, they all want to meet him
    Yeah, they all wanna greet him
    They pull down their pants and they all wanna eat him, uh
    No, they won’t tease on that dick, they won’t read on that dick
    They won’t leash on that dick, don’t Felicia that dick
    Mamacita that dick, they’re gon’ snitch on that dick
    And she screamin’ loud, she can’t secret that dick
    Mama a beast on that dick
    If she bad, I’ma gon’ an’ Four Season that bitch
    Eat that, lil’ bitch, I’ma feast that lil’ bitch, mm

    I got me a check, I got a check
    Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh, sheesh)
    Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh)
    Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check (Yeah, yeah-yeah!)

    Money on my mind, I got money on my brain
    Yeah, I’m like, baby, baby, baby, I need racks
    Money in my pants, I got money I call change
    Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks
    20, 50, 100, 500 millions made
    Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I want racks
    Big hunna Thugga, screamin’ free that Gucci Mane
    Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks, hey!

    Bitch, I’m a Migo, I play with kilo
    When I put ice on, I am Sub-Zero
    All of my niggas, they’re hard, call ’em beetles
    Niggas was fake so I kept me a Ruger in Regals
    Droppin’ the top on the Bentley
    I’m with the Birdman, yeah, the eagle
    Geeked out my mind, man, I’m tripping out
    I don’t know none of these people
    Make my little shawty go get me a four and bring back me a liter
    Yes, I got threats, I’m not worried ’bout that
    They know they can get whacked and I swear I done

    Got me a check, I got a check
    Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh, sheesh)
    Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh)
    Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check (Yeah, yeah-yeah!)

    Yeah, I’m like, baby, baby, baby, I need racks
    Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks
    Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I want racks
    Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks, hey!

    We got London on da Track!

  • Memo; Young Thug

    Memo; Young Thug

    We got London On Da Track

    I’ma pull up on a nigga bitch in my bitch whip (Skrrt)
    I got twenty chains on me, they gon’ chip just like some dip (Sheesh, sheesh)

    Niggas know, they get the memo (They get the what?)
    Stack them racks, they know the memo (Stack it up, stack it up)
    Nigga, stop playin’, you know the memo
    Yeah, look at what she sayin’, she know the memo
    Yeah, she know the memo

    Check my swag, check my bag filled with cash, nigga
    Hundred bands in my pants, check the stash, nigga
    Yeah, she bad, run that back, throw some racks, ayy
    Break her heart, write your name like a cast, yeah

    Price of condo, bale, this not no grass, no
    Take it out the cat and beat that ass, whoa
    If you cut my juice, I’ma pull up and shoot
    And I, I do my shoppin’ on Ferry, no tooth
    You just pull up, I’m not fuckin’, I’ma still show what it do
    Ride around with Ugly Duckling, we just put two somethin’ on a Bu’ (That’s a Bugatti)
    Man, I’m so high I think I just seen a UFO with them troops (What?)
    Bitches just see us and smile like what it do

    I’ma pull up on a nigga bitch in my bitch whip (Skrrt, ayy)
    I got twenty chains on me, they gon’ chip just like some dip

    Nigga know they get the memo
    Stack them racks, they know the memo
    Nigga, stop playin’, you know the memo
    Yeah, look at what she sayin’, she know the memo, yeah
    Yeah, she know the memo

    I don’t play on Arthur, but I’m moon-walkin’
    I know who gon’ catch a body, I know who rockin’
    When I die, I want a hundred bands inside my casket
    I drink Act’, I smoke that gas, I smoke that loud, sirens
    Yeah, yeah, I take molly with the YSL (Memo, slatt)
    I supply ’em with them bricks and bales (Memo, woo)
    I’m gettin’ money, nigga, can’t you tell? (Hell yeah)
    Rollie silver like a handcuff, no jail (Memo)
    I’m so fresh they want a pic
    Pull up on ’em suckers, kickin’ shit and with the shits
    I thought you were rich but you so broke I don’t know shit
    My big brother Bankroll told me I was gonna be the shit

    Nigga know they get the memo
    Stack them racks, they know the memo
    Nigga, stop playin’, you know the memo
    Yeah look at what she sayin’, she know the memo
    Yeah she know the memo

    Check my swag, check my bag, filled with cash, nigga
    Hundred bands in my pants, check the stash, nigga
    Yeah she bad, run that back, throw some racks, ayy
    Break her heart, write your name, like a cast, yeah

    Memo
    Memo
    We got London On Da Track
    Yeah, they know the memo
    Memo

  • Halftime lyrics by Young thug

    Turn it up, Thugger
    Thugger, and… let’s go

    Halftime (What?)
    Half a Perky, half a Xanny make it halftime
    Half a pint, pour up an eight, my nigga, halftime
    Tryna rob, that stick turn his body to halftime (Boom) yeah

    Hit the streets and tear this bitch up like I’m Willie B
    No Tennessee, but the chain on my neck is a T
    No Memph’ Bleek, bitch, I own the Roc, not Jay Z, ya dig?
    War Ready like Tracy T, ya dig?
    Racks on racks on racks, just might pull up on my Spider (Skrr…)
    All my diamonds black, you can motherfuckin’ knight ’em (…rr…)
    All these pussy niggas wack, I’m a murk ’em every night, I’ll (…rr…)
    Pull up screamin’ “blatt,” got my motor out a Viper (…rrt)
    Got 100 million flat like my motherfuckin’ idol
    I might eat it, I might lick it, but I swear I’ll never bite ’em
    Every time I dress myself, it go motherfuckin’ viral
    Pussy niggas stealin’ swag, bring my shit back like recycles
    I might ask her for some head
    I don’t know that ho, I act like she dead
    Insurance on my money like a wreck
    Every time I see her, she lick the cleavage
    Fuck her on a $10,000 bed
    I could never love her, fuck her head
    Suck my dick like Beavis, no Butthead
    Cocaine white like Justin Bieber, bitch
    I might show the racks and tease the bitch
    I might want it but I don’t need the bitch
    I been flooded out by Jesus, bitch
    I want your pizza, Little Caesar’s, bitch
    Ninth Ward, I buy my diesel, bitch
    I don’t wanna talk or see a snitch
    No teacher, we chalkin’ shit
    I passed school, I’m passin’ all the staffs
    I just want that neck like a giraffe
    I like fish and water, I’m a bear
    17.5, I shave it like it’s Nair
    Lay out, watch the kids like a daycare
    I don’t play games, no, I’m not the fair
    I got Hot Wheels like a motherfuckin’ chariot (Skrrt)
    Chanel Vintage, boy, this shit is rare

    Hey, a good time
    Hey, let’s have a good time, hey, a very good ti-i-ime
    Hey, let’s have a very good time
    Hey, a very good time, hey-ooh, let’s have a very good ti-i-ime

    I done figured this shit out, these lil niggas gon’ bite on my swag, it’s a virus
    I don the swag, and I pull up on bitches, dressed in all white like Miley Cyrus
    No, I’m not gay, I fuck bitches on bitches, I whip out, she suck on my private (Suck it)
    Lil nigga play, I’ma catch him down bad and then stick ’em, fold ’em like a wallet (Ooh)
    I swear to God there’s only one of me, and these bitches three-deep like a trident (Ooh)
    I’m walkin’ through it like tons of the ones, and these bitches grabbin’, I’m at Follies (Ooh)
    Fuck nigga, try me, I swear to God, lil whoadie gon’ pull up and pop at his noggin’ (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew)
    Bitch, I got water, I look like I’m fresh from Hawaii

    Havin’ the time of my motherfuckin’ life
    I’m gonna buy everything I want, I can’t think twice
    You can turn the ice tray off, baby, I’m havin’ ice
    As long as I live, wouldn’t want a wife

    Hey, a good time
    Hey, let’s have a good time, hey, a very good ti-i-ime
    Hey, let’s have a very good time
    Hey, a very good time, hey-ooh, let’s have a very good ti-i-ime

  • Sing Me to Sleep; Song by Alan Walker

    Wait a second, let me catch my breath
    Remind me how it feels to hear your voice
    Your lips are movin’, I can’t hear a thing
    Livin’ life as if we had a choice

    Anywhere, anytime, I would do anything for you
    Anything for ya
    Yesterday got away, melodies stuck inside your head
    A song in every breath

    Sing me to sleep now
    Sing me to sleep
    Won’t you sing me to sleep now?
    Sing me to sleep

    Remember me now, time cannot erase
    I can hear your whispers in my mind
    I’ve become what you cannot embrace
    Our memory will be my lullaby

    Sing me to sleep now
    Sing me to sleep
    Won’t you sing me to sleep now?
    Sing me to sleep

    Any-anytime
    I would do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
    Time away
    Yesterday-day-day-day
    Any-anytime
    I would do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
    Time away
    Yesterday-day-day-day

    Songwriters: Alan Walker / Jesper Borgen / Anders Froen / Magnus Bertelsen / Iselin Solheim / Gunnar Greve / Tommy La Verdi

  • Faded; Song by Alan Walker

    You were the shadow to my light
    Did you feel us?
    Another Start
    You fade away
    Afraid our aim is out of sight
    Wanna see us
    Alive

    Where are you now?
    Where are you now?
    Where are you now?
    Was it all in my fantasy?
    Where are you now?
    Were you only imaginary?

    Where are you now?
    Atlantis
    Under the sea
    Under the sea
    Where are you now?
    Another dream
    The monster’s running wild inside of me
    I’m faded
    I’m faded
    So lost
    I’m faded
    I’m faded
    So lost
    I’m faded

    These shallow waters never met what I needed
    I’m letting go
    A deeper dive
    Eternal silence of the sea
    I’m breathing
    Alive

    Where are you now?
    Where are you now?
    Under the bright but faded lights
    You set my heart on fire
    Where are you now?
    Where are you now?

    Where are you now?
    Atlantis
    Under the sea
    Under the sea
    Where are you now?
    Another dream
    The monster’s running wild inside of me
    I’m faded
    I’m faded
    So lost
    I’m faded
    I’m faded
    So lost
    I’m faded

    Song writers;  Mood Melodies, Alan Walker, Jesper Borgen & Gunnar Greve Pettersen     Composer: Mood Melodies, Alan Walker, Jesper Borgen & Gunnar Greve Pettersen