GoldLink – Crew (feat. Brent Faiyaz & Shy Glizzy) (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

You came out of hiding, girl
Don’t act like I’m your man
You just a fan, you don’t hold rank
Don’t hold no rank
[Verse 1: GoldLink]
Bet against a real ass nigga with a sick ass mouth
And a slick ass flow
Catch-a-bullet-’round-me-nigga and a player when
I’m comin’ for the kitty, I’m a fool, goddamn
Do it for my niggas in the ghost right there
Do it for my niggas in the ghost right now
Niggas got killed for the boy living dreams in the hills
And it wasn’t for the boy right now
Goddamn, what a time, what a year
We are what them young boys fear
I kill, never been killed, that’s real, no lies
You can tell that from our pulse right now
Bet you wanna fuck me now
Bet you wanna love me down
Girl, you can’t tie me down like Ray J said
But know I’m down
Trigger nigga show me something
Shake it like you owe me something
Pushin’ on the pussy like a button
Came four times, fifth time you bustin’
Still gettin’ rowdy in the function
Bitches on my dick like it’s nothing
Everywhere I go now, always got shit bumpin’, jumpin’, bumpin’, jumpin’, yeah
[Verse 2: Shy Glizzy]
Hey, nice to meet, I’m Young Jefe, who you be? Got the beast in Southeast, thousands clappin’ to this beat
She invite me to her crib, I walk in she see my heat
She said "But I live in the hills" bitch, that’s just the way I sleep
Stop that madness, I’m a savage
In traffic with MAC 11’s
Baddest bitch and she Spanish
I fly her to Calabasas
We get nasty, I’m her daddy
Does she know a nigga ain’t average? You came out of hiding, girl
Don’t act like I’m your man
You just a fan, you don’t hold rank
Don’t hold no rank Ain’t nothing wrong with fake asses
Bitch, turn around let’s make magic
I’m geekin’, uh huh I’m on it
Don’t look at me like you want it
Tell ’em that we ain’t stuntin’
In fourth down we ain’t puntin’ it
King of District of Columbia
Can’t come here without a permit
This shit really a jungle, gorillas and anacondas
[Hook: Brent Faiyaz]
She see money all around me
I look like I’m the man, yeah
But I was down and out like last week
Tell me where have you been? [Hook: Brent Faiyaz]
She see money all around me
I look like I’m the man, yeah
But I was down and out like last week
Tell me where have you been?

Farruko, Nicki Minaj & Bad Bunny – Krippy Kush (Remix) (feat. 21 Savage & Rvssian) (Lyric Video)

[Intro: Nicki Minaj & Rvssian]
Hola
Me llamo Onika
Wrist FRIO
Pelo rosa
Culo gordo
(El Rvssian)
[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush… (Jajaja) (¡Yeh! ¡yeh! ¡yeh!)
[Verso 2: Bad Bunny & Farruko]
Aquí pasamos moñas por el TSA
Las putas se montan fácil como en GTA
200 cajas ‘e paper que pedí en eBay
En PR ya es legal, yo firmé la ley
Fumando como Snoop Dogg y Wiz Kha
Las gatas quieren Kush, no quieren Friska
Prendí un bastón como el de la brisca
(Farru’)
2 phillies, se queda bizca
[Verso 3: Farruko]
Las libras yo las compro y llegan por FedEx
Priority el paquete, next day vía express
Del celular traqueo con el GPS
Y el shipping se lo cobramo’ al bobo de tu ex
Que tiene un guille de bichote y lo que fuma es regular
Sintéticas de esas que venden por ahí en los puestos legal
Que le baja a la movie, que pa’ acá no venga a frontear
Que somos millonarios, y acabo ‘e comprar par de acres pa’ sembrar

[Coro: Farruko & Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush…
[Verso 4: 21 Savage]
Call baby girl up, it’s time to smoke something’ (21)
I know you heard I’m Slaughter Gang, I smoke something (yeah)
Off the head, yeah, I ain’t never wrote nothing (facts)
Pretty face, ass fat, I’m tryna poke something (yah, yah)
Yeah, back it up baby, let me see you twerk (21)
Yeah, spillin’ codeine on my Gucci shirt (on my shirt)
Yeah, whole lotta racks and the krispy (the krispy)
And she throw that ass back like a frisbee (on God)
Uh-huh, I’m smoking krippy kush (krippy kush)
Fill the backwoods up with the whole bush (the whole bush)
I might pass her to the team ’cause she old news (she old news)
Tryna make a hundred M’s using Pro Tools
In a Maybach and I’m laid back (21)
Put a bullet hole (yeah) in ya wave cap (on God)
You better pay me now (now), I don’t cut slack (nah)
All these VVS’s (21), make you upset (21, 21, 21)
[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush… ¡yeh! ¡yeh!)
[Verso 1: Nicki Minaj]
Make some room, ho, keep a hundred feet away
Fifty trucks when I pull up we a fleet away
You ain’t on my throne, ain’t even a seat away
But thanks to Nicki, all these new bitches can see the way
I got the krippy, I ain’t talking ’bout the gangs though
Had all these bitches rocking pink hair and bangs though
Now I got ’em rocking inches now
But I’ll leave these bitches hanging like lynches now
Word play got ’em stepping up they penses now
Still stick me for my flow like syringes now
Still kicking closed doors off the hinges now
Shotgun and them ’88 Benzes now
With my plug, I call him Poncho but I think he wants that chocha
Put this pussy in his boca, make my niggas take his coca
Now I’m balling like I’m Sosa in a Lamborghini rosa
Yelling "¡viva Puerto Rico!", all my bitches es hermosa

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush… (Jajaja) (¡Yeh!

Bipolar Sunshine – Major Love

[Intro]
You were looking for love
[Verse 1]
Long days got my wastin’
So baby, I’mma ’bout the racin’
Harley, speeding off chasin’
All things in moderation
Now my heart’s at your battle station
I was hoping that we stay patient
Fill your hole, that is vacant
Tell me, can I be your…
[Chorus]
Major love
Major love
Major love
You were looking for love
Major love
Major love
You were looking for love
[Verse 2]
By the way, I know a hideaway
We can fly away, float on a higher lane
And off course, you get a call
Tell ya friends, I’m inviting them all
Got the leafs for my G’s
Need a cut in the west for the breeze
For you all
And all this for…
[Chorus]
Major love
Major love
Major love
You were looking for love
Major love
Major love
You were looking for love
[Bridge]
Oh, major
Oh, major love
Oh, major
Major, major, major love
Oh, major
Oh, major love
Oh, major
Major, major, major love
[Chorus]
Major love
Major love
Major love
You were looking for love
Major love
Major love
You were looking for love

Problem – Ain’t Like You (feat. Ne-Yo & Terrace Martin)

[Verse 1: Ne-Yo]
Something like a stranger
Long time, no see
I’ve been in a film or two
But it’s you that’s acting Hollywood lately
I’ve been watching from a distance
Yeah, you poppin’ in your snaps and on IG
See you livin’ life but girl it’s been a minute
Since you checked up on me
[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
Oh, oh, oh
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
It ain’t like you to not hit my phone
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
It ain’t like you to up and get gone
It ain’t like you to not pick up when I call you
It ain’t like you to just not be home
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
Tell me why you gotta be so, be so cold
[Verse 2: Problem]
Something like a stranger
Long time, no see
It’s been hard to find you lately
Like we playing hide and go seek
I can read the signs, baby
I think you found another me
But that could never be, baby
But it seemin’ like you don’t agree (damn)

[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
Oh, oh, oh
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
It ain’t like you to not hit my phone
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
It ain’t like you to up and get gon’
It ain’t like you to not pick up when I call you
It ain’t like you to just not be home
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
Tell me why you gotta be so, be so cold
[Verse 3: Terrace Martin]
Playing games is not the things I do (no, no, no)
It could be just me and you (yes, yes, yes, yea yea)
Notice how you treat me
Disrespect is what you do to me
Tables always turn
But for now I’m learning
[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
Oh, oh, oh
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
It ain’t like you to not hit my phone
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
It ain’t like you to up and get gon’
It ain’t like you to not pick up when I call you
It ain’t like you to just not be home
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
Tell me why you gotta be so, be so cold

Dave East – Phone Jumpin (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly
Ice hash in the bong
Take dabs ’til I’m gone
In the basement, growing base, this shit is strong like mase
Keep a low tip nail, ’cause it’s all about taste
I done did three mil’, did it all in one day
Hear ’em talk but I don’t believe ’em
New car so I’m gonna leave ’em
Talk down but they wanna be him, damn
They don’t go off like Khalifa man
2nd grade had two girlfriends
5th grade I was in Japan
Now I can never go broke again
I ain’t need no one to hold my hand
Uh, fuck up off me
If the weed good roll it then
Quick to turn a hater to a fan
Quick to get another million
Quick to spend it all with my fam
Quick to tell a nigga who I am
Quick to get my niggas out a jam
I’m a wrong one
Pass it around, ain’t got lungs
You better grow some
I remember people lying to me
Now I force em’ all to stand in line
How he got the bed buddy flyin’
My nigga don’t text me right now I’m too high
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my wrist I put Patek Philippe now
Every day we can eat at Phillipe’s now
It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
I’m picking up bags when I leave town
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
Without these cameras they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
I’ve been that nigga since Simon Says
I heard you talk to a lot of feds
Bring your rent back to papi and gimme more
Fuck the Reup up at the Fendi store
Fuck the Reup up on Chanel
Fuck the Reup up on Vuitton
Last year I bet against the Cavaliers
I fucked the Reup on LeBron
We ain’t lookin’ for jobs livin’ like the mob
Hot temper keepin’ it calm
See I used to sleep in the slums
Now bitches chew me like a piece of some gum
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trapping and pitching? Now I got ’em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny? Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny? Phone jumpin’ gotta bag it up quickly
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my wrist I put Patek Philippe now
Every day we can eat at Phillipe’s now
It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
I’m picking up bags when I leave town
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
Perc’s, Xan’s, Lean, Perc’s
Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
Now I got ’em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
Phone jumpin’ gotta bag it up quickly
Bag that up Yeah, yeah
Here we go
Ha ha ha
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trapping and pitching? Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny? Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my mama, your honor
I’m not gonna speak on a soul
They told me you reap what you sow
Props to my nigga, I’ll never forget all the times you took me where I needed to go
I woke this morning like fuck everybody and that’s how I knew that I needed to smoke
My nigga is felons you niggas is jealous and y’all just defining the meaning of broke
I’m gettin some brain, I pulled out my chain and she started lookin’ like she seen a ghost
Diamonds is cold like goin’ outside with no jacket and mama say you need a coat
I do not wanna be stuck in the hood all day I rather go jump off a boat
When your album dropping? All they wanna know
Two thousand for this Moncler coat
Mike Amiri cost me eighteen
That ain’t no shirt that was straight jeans
Pineapple Fanta when I be on it
But my little bitch she drinking straight lean
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trapping and pitching?

The Score – Miracle

[Verse 1]
It’s not just a phase
Now let me explain
I’m working through some shit
Sometimes I’m medicated
It’s hard to relay
The thoughts in my brain
I’m working for a life that’s not domesticated
[Pre-Chorus]
It never goes the way that you planned
Success is a door that always slams
I’m trying to break it
I’m trying to break it
Searching for words, and praying for signs
I struggle to find the rhythm and rhyme
Don’t know how to say it
Don’t know how to say it
[Chorus]
That I’m losing my mind
Trying to find the perfect line
I think I’m running out of time
I need a mira-miracle, a mira-miracle
Yeah I’m losing my mind
Counting seconds passing by
And I don’t know when I’ll be fine
I need a mira-miracle, a mira-miracle
A miracle

[Verse 2]
It’s not just a show
I need you to know
I’m trying to keep it real, sometimes it’s complicated
This battle for gold is killing my soul
It’s hard to be yourself when all you feel is jaded
[Pre-Chorus]
It never goes the way that you planned
Success is a door that always slams
I’m trying to break it
I’m trying to break it
Searching for words, and praying for signs
I struggle to find the rhythm and rhyme
Don’t know how to say it
Don’t know how to say it
[Chorus]
That I’m losing my mind
Trying to find the perfect line
I think I’m running out of time
I need a mira-miracle, a mira-miracle
Yeah I’m losing my mind
Counting seconds passing by
And I don’t know when I’ll be fine
I need a mira-miracle, a mira-miracle
A miracle

[Bridge]
I need a mira-miracle, a mira-miracle
It never goes the way that you planned
Success is a door that always slams
I’m trying to break it
I’m trying to break it
Searching for words, and praying for signs
I struggle to find the rhythm and rhyme
Don’t know how to say it
Don’t know how to say I’m minutes away from going insane
[Chorus]
Cause I’m losing my mind
Trying to find the perfect line
I think I’m running out of time
I need a mira-miracle, a mira-miracle
Yeah I’m losing my mind
Counting seconds passing by
And I don’t know when I’ll be fine
I need a mira-miracle, a mira-miracle
A miracle
[Outro]
I need a miracle
I need a mira-miracle, a mira-miracle
A miracle

Frank Zappa – Uncle Meat

Frank zappa (guitar, vocals, percussion)
Ray collins (vocals)
Jimmy carl black (drums)
Roy estrada (electric bass)
Don preston (electric piano)
Billy mundi (drums)
Bunk gardner (piccolo, flute, clarinet, bass clarinet, soprano saxophone, alto saxophone, tenor saxophone, bassoon)
Ian underwood (electric organ, piano, harpsichord, celeste, flute, clarinet, alto saxophone, baritone saxophone)
Arthur tripp (drums, timpani, vibes, marimba, xylophone, wood blocks, bells, small chimes)
Motorhead sherwood (tenor saxophone, tambourine)
Ruth komanoff (marimba, vibes)
Nelcy walker (vocals)
Ya ya ya ya ya
Ahhhahahhhhhhhh
Etc
Fuzzy dice & bongos
Fuzzy dice
I got’em
At the pep boys… at the boyyyyyyyyyys
Fuzzy dice & bongos
Brodie knob & spinners
Chromium plated
Ha ha ha

Lepa Brena – Imam Pesmu Da Vam Pevam

Jedno srce imam
a dva bola krijem
oba su mi teska
gorke suze lijem
Aman
[Ref.] x2
Imam pesmu da vam pevam
imam srce da vas volim
ali nemam kome
pesmu da poklonim
Jedan zivot imam
a dve tajne krijem
obe sama cuvam
sama suze lijem
Aman
[Ref.] x2
Imam pesmu da vam pevam
imam srce da vas volim
ali nemam kome
pesmu da poklonim

Lepa Brena – Jugoslovenka

Odakle si ljepa đevojko
ko ti rodi oko plavetno
ko ti dade kosu zlaćanu
ko te stvori tako vatrenu
[Refren] x2
Oči su mi more Jadransko
kose su mi klasje Panonsko
setna mi je duša Slovenska
ja sam Jugoslovenka
Odakle si lijepa djevojko
gdje si rasla cvijeće proljetno
gdje te grije sunce slobodno
kada plešeš tako zanosno
[Refren] x2
Oči su mi more Jadransko
kose su mi klasje Panonsko
setna mi je duša Slovenska
ja sam Jugoslovenka
Odakle si lijepa neznanko
gdje si krala sunca bijelilo
gdje si pila vino medeno
kada ljubiš tako slađano
[Refren] x2
Oči su mi more Jadransko
kose su mi klasje Panonsko
setna mi je duša Slovenska
ja sam Jugoslovenka

Drake – Over My Dead Body

Don’t Michael Jordan still got his hoop earring in? Don’t make me break your Kevin Hart, boy
Yeah.. Don’t I got the shit the world wanna hear again? Cause if I’m going anywhere, it’s probably too far
Just performed at a Bar Mitzvah over in the States
Used half of the money to beat my brother’s case
Red wine over Fed time
And shout out to the niggas that’s doing dead time
Shout out to the bitches there when it’s bedtime
And fuck you to the niggas that think it’s their time
Yeah, don’t make me take your life apart, boy
You and whoever the fuck gave you your start boy
Oh, you wanna be a motherfucking funny guy? And I was drinking at the Palms last night
And ended up losing everything that I came with
Feel like I’ve been here before, huh? [Hook: Chantal Kreviazuk]
How I’m feeling, it doesn’t matter
Cause you know I’m okay
And still, I ask myself, "Why do you worry?"
When you know I’m the same
I know, I know you don’t love me, baby
They’re trying to take you away from me
Only over my dead body…
[Verse 1]
I think I killed everybody in the game last year, man
Fuck it, I was on though
And I thought I found the girl of my dreams at a strip club (mm-mm)
Fuck it, I was wrong though
Shout out all to all my niggas living tax free
Nowadays it’s six figures when they tax me
Oh well, I guess you lose some and win some
Long as the outcome is income
You know I want it all and then some
Shout out to Asian girls, let the lights dim some
Shots came, I don’t know where they was sent from
Probably some bad hoes I’m ’bout to take the hint from
Yeah, you know me well, nigga
I mean you ain’t the only real nigga
They got me on these white women like Seal, nigga
Slave to the pussy but I’m just playing the field, nigga
Are these people really discussing my career again? I still got 10 years to go, huh? And this is the only sound you should fear
Man, these kids wear crowns over here and everything is all right
[Hook]
How I’m feeling, it doesn’t matter
Cause you know I’m okay
And still, I ask myself, "Why do you worry?"
When you know I’m the same
I know, I know you don’t love me, baby
They’re trying to take you away from me
Only over my dead body…
[Outro]
Three in the morning still going down… Asking if I’ll be going platinum in a year again? Man all of your flows bore me: paint drying
And I don’t ever be trippin off of what ain’t mine
And I be hearing the shit you say through the grapevine
But jealousy is just love and hate at the same time
Yeah…It’s been that way from the beginning
I just been playing, I ain’t even notice I was winning
And this is the only sound you should fear
Man, these kids wear crowns over here and everything is alright
[Hook]
How I’m feeling, it doesn’t matter
Cause you know I’m okay
And still, I ask myself, "Why do you worry?"
When you know I’m the same
I know, I know you don’t love me, baby
They’re trying to take you away from me
Only over my dead body…
[Verse 2]
You say I’m old news, well who the new star? it’s whatever
You know, feeling good – living better
I think maybe I was numb to it last year
But you know I feel it now more than ever
My city love me like Mac Dre in the Bay
Second album, I’m back paving the way
The backpackers are back on the bandwagon
Like this was my comeback season back, back in the day
And I met your baby moms last night
We took a picture together, I hope she frames it!

Pusho – Se Nos Fue El Amor (feat. De La Ghetto)

A donde se nos fue el amor
anda perdida mi cabeza
jugando a perdenor los dos
yo sé que todavía me piensa
yo sé que tu me vas a extrañar
yo sé qe algún día tu regresas
este cuento nunca tiene final
pero no sé si en otro lado tu te acuestas (X2)
espero que vuelvas pronto
por que si me entero que andas con un tonto
tu sabes que soy loco y te lo desenmonto
no quiero que lo cojas como amenaza
nunca pero lo que pasa es que
siento como si alguién se uviese metido a casa
y se llevo lo que tenía entre mis brazos
la gota ya llenó el vaso
y por ti no me importa buscarme otro caso
pero entiendo que nada se resuelve volviendo
y que mas´ alante vive gente y tengo que seguir viviendo
no esperes que sufra no esperes que llore
ni que pase mal humores
por que en el mundo hay mujeres mejores
todo lo que quise fue poner la paz
pero ya no hay vuelta atrás
y ahora soy yo el que no quiere verte más Woo!! Ya no nos vemos con los mismos ojos
ni comemos en la misma mesa
ya no comemos juntos en la mesa
vivimos como millonarios pero si se trata de amor
estamos en la pobreza
ya no cierras los ojos si te beso
yo no siento lo mismo si me besas
y no sé si te hago falta pero las ganas son tantas
de volver a hacerte mi princesa
a veces me tranco por que cupido no da en el blanco
en el camino del amor siempre me ha ido por el barranco
cayendo por un vacío, trasnochado, amanecido
y aun que me acueste contento me levanto aborrecido
sin alternativa pensando en mi diva
pero total ya tu dormías pa´ abajo y yo siempre dormía pa´ arriba
pero aveces se qeu piensas en mi cuando amanece
y aunque lo niegues vas a extrañar mis estupideces
tengo plata pa´buscar culos distintos en la butaca
pero no, nadie me lo va a hacer como lo hacía mi flaca
y me da pena por que dejaste cosas de la nena
en juego en la sirena y casi todas tus perchas siguen llenas PUSHO! A donde se nos fue el amor
anda perdida mi cabeza
jugando a perdenor los dos
yo sé que todavía me piensa
yo sé que tu me vas a extrañar
yo sé qe algún día tu regresas
este cuento nunca tiene final
pero no sé si en otro lado tu te acuestas (X2)

Tomas The Latin Boy – Rómpetela (feat. Lenny Tavarez)

[Tomas The Latin Boy]
Yo te lo dije que no jugaras con fuego
Si me lo hacias una vez pa’ perdonar mejor muero
Yo te lo dije contigo fui muy sincero
Yo no naci pa’ perder no llames que no hay regreso
[Estribillo x2: Tomas The Latin Boy]
Ahora rompetela cabeza
Pensando que otra me besa
No quiero pero no quiero
Problemas, no me interesa
[Lenny Tavarez]
De tu simpati la se tú me la vivi
Tengo que ser pulperin, no dejaste cicatriz
Como Kayri yo lo decidi
Ahora está nerviosa porque estoy free pa’ repartir
Si esta con otro, me gusta a mi
Él no te va dar como yo te dé
Yo también tengo otra por ahí
Gozándose lo que tenia pa’ ti
Gritando, fuego cenizas quedan
Pero conmigo eso no va
Tu amiga llamo diciéndome que te perdonara
Se la echo en la cara
[Estribillo x2: Lenny Tavarez]
Ahora rompetela cabeza
Pensando que otra me besa
No quiero pero no quiero
Problemas, no me interesa
[Tomas The Latin Boy]
No sé si te duele perderme o perder a Channel
De comer restaurante pasaste a comer con él
Cuando tú me engañaste yo tenia como 3
Contigo no llegaba con ella yo choco como 10
Todo el mundo sabe cuál es mi estilo de vida
Por eso te pica que otras se la viva
En cambio tú conseguiste, te conseguiste
A un tipo que no tiene ni pa’ la renta
Él no te va a romper como yo
Parece virgen a los 40
[Estribillo x2: Lenny Tavarez]
Ahora rompetela cabeza
Pensando que otra me besa
No quiero pero no quiero
Problemas, no me interesa
[Outro]
Lenny Too Bay
To-to-to go my bye
Jajaja
El blanquito preferido de todas las babys
And the bice 24/7 papi
Lenny fly fly (ala-ala-ala)
The Latin Boy
Boy, dimelo panner
Leggon bong, te pongo
Negga negga woh

SZA – Go Gina (Acoustic)

Same shit
I’ve been on the low key grinding
(Grinding, grinding, grinding)
Learning on the low key, shining
Tryin’ to keep to myself
But you bring me out of character
Every time again
[Chorus]
Damn Gina, damn Gina
Them jeans, they must be uptight mama
You need some get right mama
Go Gina, go Gina
Go get that get right mama
Go Gina, go Gina
Go ’til you get right mama

[Bridge]
I belong to nobody
Hope it don’t bother you
You could mind your business
I belong to nobody
Try not to disturb
And mind my business
[Outro]
Still works for me, it works for me, no
It works for me, it works for me, no
(Go Gina, go Gina)
Still works for me, it works for me, no
It works for me, it works for me, no
(Go Gina, go Gina)
Still works for me, it works for me, no
It works for me, it works for me, no
(Go Gina, go Gina)
Still works for me, it works for me, no
It works for me, it works for me, no
(Go Gina, go Gina) [Verse]
Hey love, I lost you babe
Picking up a penny with a press-on is
Easier than holding you down
Can’t be any harder than holding you up now
To come clean I said
(To come clean is to come clean)
To be real is to be real, it’s
Probably true what they say about me
Probably came from my inner circle
It usually come from your inner circle
Or lack thereof and I don’t know who I can trust
I’ve been dropping out and
I’ve been hanging out with my high friends
And we too stoned to pay attention, now
(Much too cool for 7th grade)
I mean really, it’s same me, it’s old me
You know?

Vic Mensa – We Could Be Free (On The Late Show) (Live)

Why they flood Baton Rouge? In those times I try to remember
[Hook]
That we could be free, truly
If we’d only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
But I believe I’d learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, you and me
And we could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed, if it means
We’ll make them better today not tomorrow
[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign and Vic Mensa]
Love (love)
Love (love)
To love my enemy as my brother
(yeah yeah yeah)
Make my enemy my brother
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Enemy my brother Why, why, why, why? Why the city singing Alton’s blues? So I’m down to bleed if it means things improve
You fools, saying "all lives matter"
But it’s black lives you refuse include
Blocked from the polls
Locked in the hood, trying to stop you from voting and stop you from growing
And cops keep blowing and blowing
Keep black people locked into cotton
They don’t want you to own, but

[Bridge]
Sometimes I wake up and I look up in the sky
Asking why I survived all the days that I could have died
Who am I in my place
To contemplate suicide? [Intro]
We could be free
If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
One thing I believe I could learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, truly
And love could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed
If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow
[Verse 1]
One day I dream of telling my momma
"You ain’t gotta work no more"
Same for my father, born in Ghana, down on that dirt road floor
As far as he came I can’t complain, but pain is so subjective
Spend so much time countin’ issues, I forget to count
My blessings
Watch my cousins back at home, getting water out a well
While I watch my brother stacking stone, whippin’ water by the scale
Tryna’ get a mill’ on the other side
They ain’t got a meal, we don’t recognize we in heaven
So we think we live in hell
It’s been getting kinda hard to tell
But
[Bridge]
Sometimes I wake up and I look up at the sky
Asking why I’m alive when the realest niggas died
And my pride won’t let me give up, lord as hard as I try
In those times I try to remember

[Hook]
That we could be free
If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
One day, I believe I’d learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, truly
And love could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed
If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow
[Verse 2]
I don’t want to wait for the afterlife
I don’t want a vigil by candle light
I don’t want to be the new sacrifice
I don’t want to turn into a poltergeist
Be a ghost at night full of broken dreams
Momma cryin’ at an open casket
Cold as ice in a suit, 3 piece
All dressed up for Sunday masses
Pastor said put faith in God
But faith alone can’t make things right
Who the fuck is you to patronize
Somebody’s son whose daddy died? I feel like Jadakiss every time I watch the news
What the fuck I got to lose?

Shawn Mendes – There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back (At The 2017 American Music Awards) (Live)

[Verse 1]
I wanna follow where she goes
I think about her and she knows it
I wanna let her take control
‘Cause everytime that she gets close, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
She pulls me in enough to keep me guessing
And maybe I should stop and start confessing
Confessing, yeah
[Chorus]
Oh, I’ve been shaking
I love it when you go crazy
You take all my inhibitions
Baby, there’s nothing holding me back
You take me places that tear up my reputation
Manipulate my decisions
Baby, there’s nothing holding me back
There’s nothing holding me back
There’s nothing holding me back
[Verse 2]
She says that she’s never afraid
Just picture everybody naked
She really doesn’t like to wait
Not really into hesitation
[Pre-Chorus]
Pulls me in enough to keep me guessing
And maybe I should stop and start confessing
Confessing
[Chorus]
Oh, I’ve been shaking
I love it when you go crazy
You take all my inhibitions
Baby, there’s nothing holding me back
You take me places that tear up my reputation
Manipulate my decisions
Baby, there’s nothing holding me back
There’s nothing holding me back
[Bridge]
‘Cause if we lost our minds and we took it way too far
I know we’d be alright, I know we would be alright
If you were by my side and we stumbled in the dark
I know we’d be alright, I know we would be alright
‘Cause if we lost our minds and we took it way too far
I know we’d be alright, I know we would be alright
If you were by my side and we stumbled in the dark
I know we’d be alright, I know we would be alright
[Chorus]
Oh, I’ve been shaking
I love it when you go crazy
You take all my inhibitions
Baby, there’s nothing holding me back
You take me places that tear up my reputation
Manipulate my decisions
Baby, there’s nothing holding me back
There’s nothing holding me back
I feel so free when you’re with me, baby
Baby, there’s nothing holding me back

Post Malone – Rockstar (feat. 21 Savage) (Uncensored)

(kiss that?)
Your wifey say I’m lookin’ like a whole snack (big snack)
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
L.A. bitches always askin’ "Where the coke at?"
Livin’ like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
I done made the hot chart, ‘member I used to trap hard
Livin’ like a rockstar, I’m livin’ like a rockstar

[Chorus: Post Malone & 21 Savage]
Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)
[Outro: Post Malone]
Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
Rockstar
Rockstar, feel just like a rock…
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Feel just like a… [Intro]
Hahahahaha
Tank God Beats
[Chorus: Post Malone]
Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)
[Verse 1: Post Malone]
Ayy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black
I’m startin’ sayin’, "Rest in peace to Bon Scott"
Ayy, close that door, we blowin’ smoke
She ask me light a fire like I’m Morrison
Ayy, act a fool on stage
Prolly leave my fuckin’ show in a cop car
Ayy, shit was legendary
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin’, don’t give a damn
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Sayin’, "I’m with the band"
Ayy, ayy, now she actin’ outta pocket
Tryna grab up on my pants
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain’t got a man
And they all brought a friend
Yeah, ayy

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Ayy, ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
I’ve been in the Hills fuckin’ superstars
Feelin’ like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
Drankin’ Henny, bad bitches jumpin’ in the pool
And they ain’t got on no bra (bra)
Hit her from the back, pullin’ on her tracks
And now she screamin’ out, "No mas" (yeah, yeah, yeah)
They like, "Savage, why you got a 12 car garage
And you only got 6 cars?" (21)
I ain’t with the cakin’, how you kiss that?

OMB Peezy – Doin Bad (feat. NBA Youngboy)

Same way I came, I ain’t changing up on my bros
Know a nigga that I called brother talking to them other niggas, breaking codes
Niggas be lame, so I’m gon’ paralyze ’em for real
Came a long way from popping them pills
Play the wrong way and I’ll get you killed
Fuckin’ the fame, I signed a deal for them bills
Tote the paper, I show up where you live
Have them things clapping just like a seal
Can’t nobody understand how it feel
All this money cannot dry up your tears
I be paranoid, how we gon’ chill? Summertime sleeping in the fuckin’ car, skin stick to the leather
When me and the judge was goin’ to fuckin’ war you wouldn’t send me a letter
[Bridge: OMB Peezy]
When I was out there on that block you told me I should do better
Now I’m tryna get up to the top, you won’t stop a lil nigga
I swear them leeches will suck your ass dry if you let ’em
And when it hurt ain’t nobody gon’ stop unless you tell ’em
When I was out there on that block you told me I should do better
Now I’m tryna get up to the top, you won’t stop a lil nigga
I swear them leeches will suck your ass dry if you let ’em
And when it hurt ain’t nobody gon’ stop unless you tell ’em
[Chorus: OMB Peezy]
Don’t nobody love you when you doing bad
They forget about the times you had
Ain’t nobody gon’ hold you down like you, that’s a fact
Time to move forward and stop looking back
But I’m going through some things my nigga
(My nigga, been going through some things)
Kinda hard to ease the pain my nigga
(My nigga, kinda hard to ease the pain)
Don’t nobody love you when you doing bad
They forget about the times you had
Ain’t nobody gon’ hold you down like you, that’s a fact
Time to move forward and stop looking back
But I’m going through some things my nigga
(My nigga, been going through some things)
Kinda hard to ease the pain my nigga
(My nigga, kinda hard to ease the pain)
I been goin’ through some things my nigga Fuck the road, I be watching the mirror
Grip the Glock, got my knee on the wheel
This shit for real
Nobody gon’ care ’til you thumbing through a mil
‘Cause don’t nobody love you when you doing bad
They forget about the times you had, look
‘Cause when you go broke they leave you in the past
You know, good things, they don’t ever last, Peezy

[Chorus: OMB Peezy]
Don’t nobody love you when you doing bad
They forget about the times you had
Ain’t nobody gon’ hold you down like you, that’s a fact
Time to move forward and stop looking back
But I’m going through some things my nigga
(My nigga, been going through some things)
Kinda hard to ease the pain my nigga
(My nigga, kinda hard to ease the pain)
I been goin’ through some things my nigga
[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Man I swear that they ain’t feelin’ my pain
I just smile through it all, you know that I won’t change, ayy
For so long I been stuck in the rain
I been chasing after money before I was a teen, yeah
This for the ones look up to me, just do your own thing
This shit look good but I promise it ain’t what it seems
I’m on the road with my team tryna catch my dream
These niggas hatin’, they don’t like me, they wanna kill me
But I’m like fuck ’em, I’m country, YoungBoy you know I be thuggin’
Me and my niggas we on it, you run up on me I buss it
Fuck a handout, remember they ain’t wan’ give me nothing
I’ma stand out and never ask these rappers for nothing
I got them killers they on go, bitch I just push a button
Hardhead, let me record the hot shit for much of nothing
Monique had paid for my first session when I was just a youngin
Nigga death before dishonor, I do this for the youngins

[Chorus: OMB Peezy]
Don’t nobody love you when you doing bad
They forget about the times you had
Ain’t nobody gon’ hold you down like you, that’s a fact
Time to move forward and stop looking back
But I’m going through some things my nigga
(My nigga, been going through some things)
Kinda hard to ease the pain my nigga
(My nigga, kinda hard to ease the pain)
I been goin’ through some things my nigga
[Verse 3: OMB Peezy]
This shit deeper than ever
I been stressing daily, so hard baby [?] my schedule
People been callin’ me crazy, ain’t been talkin’, I’m tryna get it together
Sweat more hard, been [?], say you gon’ leave them whatever
Say you gon’ leave them whatever, people done left me in the rain without an umbrella
Have you ever been in a ho cell dialing numbers and nobody can help ya? [Verse 1: OMB Peezy]
I been goin’ through some things
Said can I take some time and vent? I was strugglin’, now I got different struggles now that I’m gettin’ rich
Ain’t that a shame, how rugged this shit get
Bet they see a nigga with a stack or somethin’ and they beg to suck a nigga’s dick
Been through the rain
You’ll watch a nigga get soaked
That’s your brother nigga, say you love the nigga
How you watch a nigga stay broke?

Massari & Tory Lanez – Number One

[Intro]
Moving slow, at your pace
Speed it up, I know you want to
Got my hands, on your waist
You can tell, that I want you
I can keep up with you babe
No other man, can do what I do
I can see it, on your face
Now you know, I gotta tell you
[Pre-Chrous]
I’m fanning your style
I can tell that you wild
Nobody can denial
The baddest thing gonna turn anotha
[Chorus]
I seen the way you wanted on your waist
Baby let her know you number one in out the pace (number one)
No other mon can keep up with the pace
Girl now you have tell me where you get the shape (number one)
The way your body movin’ to the base
Baby let her know you number one in out the pace (number one)
No other mon can keep up with the pace
Girl you wanna make me do it on and on and (number one)

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
She got me with the yeah, yeah
Dirty on me with the yeah, yeah
All of the time that it take for me
No, no, no don’t you mistake on me
Now she’s screaming to come back
Now she dance to the one track
And she know that I roll on the low
Long as you can keep on the low
Oh no
[Chorus: Massari & Tory Lanez]
I seen the way you wanted on your waist
Baby let her know you number one in out the pace (number one)
No other mon can keep up with the pace
Girl now you have tell me where you get the shape (number one)
The way your body movin’ to the base
Baby let her know you number one in out the pace (number one)
No other mon can keep up with the pace
Girl you wanna make me do it on and on and (number one)
[Verse 2]
I wanna know, your fantasies
So I can see, what we gon’ do
We alone, you and me
I can make, make it come true
And when I get it in
Ima give that type of love that you had in a minute, I’m flexing
Time to undress her
Now that you know I gotta tell you

[Pre-Chrous]
Girl I’m fanning your style
I can tell that you wild
Nobody can denial
The baddest thing gonna turn anotha
[Chorus: Massari & Tory Lanez]
I seen the way you wanted on your waist
Baby let her know you number one in out the pace (number one)
No other mon can keep up with the pace
Girl now you have tell me where you get the shape (number one)
The way your body movin’ to the basee
Baby let her know you number one in out the pace (number one)
No other mon can keep up with the pace
Girl you wanna make me do it on and on and (number one)

Kodak Black – Brand New Glizzy

[Verse]
I just bought a new Glock, cost me three fifty
I used to let these niggas down so I sleep with it
I be tryna chase my dreams but I be fighting demons
My Glock got a dick, I even pee with it
It’s a XD, boy don’t test me
Do your homework, or I beat with it
I get reckless nigga
I don’t leave my team waiting
I ain’t no selfish nigga so my whole team winning
And I ain’t rescuing no hoe, I’m a keep pimpin’
I ain’t Superman, I ain’t savin’ you
I just dropped a album, Project Baby Two
I got a son now, my little baby two
I got snakes in my gucci, I’m a Python
I got snakes in my closet but not in my yard
Snakes on my collarbone but not in my lando
Doing fraud, I heard that money good in Colorado
A new Glock that’s a nine, Rajon Rondo
Every show I do now look like the Apollo
Shawty said she love me
Project baby pull up on a nigga no Huggie
Put my BM in my BM used to drive a pump baby
Kodak Bock I don’t milly rock, I don’t dougie
Yah, going up, talk with Nene
Kodak Bock I don’t do the nay-nay
You will never catch me tryna dab
I be posted on the slab, selling slab
I just bought a new Glock, generation four
Remember eating hot cheetos with sweet n low
Hot sauce but my leg is chill, eating rice with honey
Got me reminiscing ’bout my life when I ain’t had no money
Just drunk a whole fifth, smoked a ounce of weed
I left stems in it, but I threw away the seeds
Almost threw away my life
I threw away the glove but I kept the ski
Thugging with my res on
I’m on house arrest but I won’t be home
I’m running through ya hoes, running in ya door
Got me running through this door like chain on eskimos
I’m grippin’ on my tool, I won’t let it go
I can’t keep my cool, I won’t let it snow
Free my nigga locked up, eating sloppy joe
Probably playing spades, probably playing dominoes
My gun ain’t on safety, I won’t play with you
So I advise you find you something safe to do
Cause I keep the fire on and I got a firearm
If you run up on me, nigga flaming you
Cause I got a [?] gotta make em choose
On top of that, I got a son, my little baby two
I just bought a new wraith and it’s baby blue
I just got me a brand new glizzy
And I put a green bean in it

Kodak Black – Brand New Glizzy

[Verse]
I just bought a new Glock, cost me three fifty
I used to let these niggas down so I sleep with it
I be tryna chase my dreams but I be fighting demons
My Glock got a dick, I even pee with it
It’s a XD, boy don’t test me
Do your homework, or I beat with it
I get reckless nigga
I don’t leave my team waiting
I ain’t no selfish nigga so my whole team winning
And I ain’t rescuing no hoe, I’m a keep pimpin’
I ain’t Superman, I ain’t savin’ you
I just dropped a album, Project Baby Two
I got a son now, my little baby two
I got snakes in my gucci, I’m a Python
I got snakes in my closet but not in my yard
Snakes on my collarbone but not in my lando
Doing fraud, I heard that money good in Colorado
A new Glock that’s a nine, Rajon Rondo
Every show I do now look like the Apollo
Shawty said she love me
Project baby pull up on a nigga no Huggie
Put my BM in my BM used to drive a pump baby
Kodak Bock I don’t milly rock, I don’t dougie
Yah, going up, talk with Nene
Kodak Bock I don’t do the nay-nay
You will never catch me tryna dab
I be posted on the slab, selling slab
I just bought a new Glock, generation four
Remember eating hot cheetos with sweet n low
Hot sauce but my leg is chill, eating rice with honey
Got me reminiscing ’bout my life when I ain’t had no money
Just drunk a whole fifth, smoked a ounce of weed
I left stems in it, but I threw away the seeds
Almost threw away my life
I threw away the glove but I kept the ski
Thugging with my res on
I’m on house arrest but I won’t be home
I’m running through ya hoes, running in ya door
Got me running through this door like chain on eskimos
I’m grippin’ on my tool, I won’t let it go
I can’t keep my cool, I won’t let it snow
Free my nigga locked up, eating sloppy joe
Probably playing spades, probably playing dominoes
My gun ain’t on safety, I won’t play with you
So I advise you find you something safe to do
Cause I keep the fire on and I got a firearm
If you run up on me, nigga flaming you
Cause I got a [?] gotta make em choose
On top of that, I got a son, my little baby two
I just bought a new wraith and it’s baby blue
I just got me a brand new glizzy
And I put a green bean in it