I’m on a mission
Don’t need permission
No matter what I’m gonna make my own decisions
I’m talking you
You want it too
예쁘고 착한 내가 어떻게 변할지 monster
Remember Me
Sting like a bee
굶주린 사자 같은 personality
네 맘 빼고 다른 것은 원하지 않아
I would never do you wrong
You’ll regret it when I’m gone
You
좀 더 강하게
더 빠르게
날려 버릴게
You
Got a lot to say
What a big mistake
Batter Batter Batter Up
Batter Up Batter Up Batter Up
Batter Batter Batter Up
Batter Up Batter Up Batter Up
Batter Batter Batter Up
Yeah
Hit it 난 달려
Never can stop
Rappin 시작
네 귀에 shot
비명은 함성이 될 거야 loud
서프라이즈
Yo 몬스터의 등장
내가 가는 길이 기리 빛이 나리 way
어깨 펴고 난 Going going gone (gone)
바통 받고 준비 완료
후다닥 Run Run Run Run
누가 날 막아 난 더 세게 밟아 너네가 좀 알아서 비켜
순진한 척 나는 그딴 거 안 해 날 원해? but look in the mirror
지치지 않아 계속 volume up, light em up
무대 위를 태워 싹 다 치워버려 homerun
Like a Boss Baby Imma Boss Baby
모두 다 찢어 Iike brrra
Remember Me
Sting like a bee
무대를 갖고 노는 우린 MVP
네 맘 빼고 다른 것은 원하지 않아
I would never do you wrong
You’ll regret it when I’m gone
You
좀 더 강하게
더 빠르게
날려 버릴게
You
Got a lot to say
What a big mistake
Batter Batter Batter Up
Batter Up Batter Up Batter Up
Batter Batter Batter Up
Batter Up Batter Up Batter Up
Batter Batter Batter Up
So listen up, everybody
소릴 높여 Move on
We are the Monsters of the world
Batter up 지금 당장
뛰어보자 어디든
Let me show you who we are
(Batter up up up up)
Everybody
소릴 높여 Move on
We are the Monsters of the world
Batter up 지금 당장
뛰어보자 어디든
Let me show you who we are
(Batter Batter Batter up)
I do the same thing I told you that I never would
I told you I'd change, even when I knew I never could
Know that I can't find nobody else as good as you
I need you to stay, need you to stay, hey (oh)
I get drunk, wake up, I'm wasted still
I realize the time that I wasted here
I feel like you can't feel the way I feel
Oh, I'll be fucked up if you can't be right here
Oh-oh-oh-whoa (oh-oh-whoa, oh-oh-whoa)
Oh-oh-oh-whoa (oh-oh-whoa, oh-oh-whoa)
Oh-oh-oh-whoa (oh-oh-whoa, oh-oh-whoa)
Oh, I'll be fucked up if you can't be right here
I do the same thing I told you that I never would
I told you I'd change, even when I knew I never could
Know that I can't find nobody else as good as you
I need you to stay, need you to stay, hey
I do the same thing I told you that I never would
I told you I'd change even when I knew I never could
Know that I can't find nobody else as good as you
I need you to stay, need you to stay, hey
When I'm away from you, I miss your touch (ooh-ooh)
You're the reason I believe in love
It's been difficult for me to trust (ooh-ooh)
And I'm afraid that I'ma fuck it up
Ain't no way that I can leave you stranded
'Cause you ain't ever left me empty-handed
And you know that I know that I can't live without you
So, baby, stay
Oh-oh-oh-whoa (oh-oh-whoa, oh-oh-whoa)
Oh-oh-oh-whoa (oh-oh-whoa, oh-oh-whoa)
Oh-oh-oh-whoa (oh-oh-whoa, oh-oh-whoa)
I'll be fucked up if you can't be right here
I do the same thing I told you that I never would
I told you I'd change, even when I knew I never could
Know that I can't find nobody else as good as you
I need you to stay, need you to stay, hey
I do the same thing I told you that I never would
I told you I'd change even when I knew I never could
Know that I can't find nobody else as good as you
I need you to stay, need you to stay, hey
Oh-oh-oh
I need you to stay, need you to stay, hey
Song title: STAY
Artist: The Kid LAROI and Justin Bieber
Something's in the air right now
Like I'm losing track of time
Like I don't really care right now, but maybe that's fine
You weren't even there that day
I was waitin' on you
I wondered if you aware that day was the last straw for me and I know
I sent you flowers
Did you even care?
You ran the shower and left them by the stairs
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ay-ay-ay-ay, ay, ay
Thought you had your shit together, but damn, I was wrong
You ain't nothin' but a lost cause
And this ain't nothin' like it once was
I know you think you're such an outlaw
But you got no job
You ain't nothin' but a lost cause
And this ain't nothin' like it oncе was
I know you think you're such an outlaw
But you got no job
I used to think you were shy
But maybe you just had nothing on your mind
Maybe you were thinkin' 'bout yourself all the time
I used to wish you were mine
But that was way before I realized
Someone like you would always be so easy to find
So easy (so easy)
He-hee, mm-mm-mm, mm
Gave me no flowers
Wish I didn't care
You'd been gone for hours
Could be anywhere
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Thought you would've grown eventually, but you proved me wrong
You ain't nothing but a lost cause
And this ain't nothing like it once was
I know you think you're such an outlaw (yeah)
But you got no job
You ain't nothing but a lost cause
And this ain't nothing like it once was
I know you think you're such an outlaw (think you're such an outlaw)
But you got no job
What did I tell you?
Don't get complacent
It's time to face it now, na-na, na-na, na-na
What did I tell you?
Don't get complacent
It's time to face it now, na-na-na
[Young Thug:]
Yeah
DY crazy
You young Gs and OGs, you know
DJ on the beat so it's a banger
That choppa go
I let it ring (Brrr)
You know what I mean (Yeah)
I don't turn green (Uh uh)
I need my green (Let's go)
I just wanna cum on her, (What?) face and her spleen (Eugh)
I just wanna let this bitch, (What?) let this bitch ring (Brrr, brrr)
[T.I.:]
When shit get wrong, it can't go right
I've been known to get shit blown outta proportion
Be careful what you about it, put that on ice
I'm not gon' tweet, I'm not gon' type
Whatever you say, okay, alright
You pick your fate, you pay your price
Just know I do not play, alright
[Young Thug:]
Yeah, I been acting hard
I send 'em to God (I send 'em to God)
My dog like dodge (Aye)
They pull up and charge (They pull up and charge)
I'm riding the ten speed, (Skrr) it's hard to pull out the 'rage (Yeah)
It's [?] I'm fucking your daughters (Yeah)
They twins, I'm Mr. Rogers
[T.I.:]
Now it's a problem with a hundred thousand dollars in the truck
Ain't talk shit, we follow them punks
You cross that line, everybody getting ducked
Fast forward twenty five years, and I grew up
Nigga talk shit, don't do shit to 'em
Press Atlanta, your string get pulled
Got a problem, bring it to 'em
Just don't be so immature
[Young Thug:]
I let it ring (Brrr)
You know what I mean (Yeah)
I don't drink green (Uh uh)
I need my green (Let's go)
I just wanna cum on her, (What?) face and her spleen (Eugh)
I just wanna let this bitch, (What?) let this bitch ring (Brrr, brrr)
[T.I.:]
When shit get wrong, it can't go right
I've been known to get shit blown outta proportion
Be careful what you about it, put that on ice
I'm not gon' tweet, I'm not gon' type
Whatever you say, okay, alright
You pick your fate, you pay your price
Just know I do not play, alright, alright
[Young Thug:]
This shit on sight, I blame it on strike
I blame it on ice, I blame it on drink
I took a lil' X, I fuck on my ex
I did a lil' wrong, I'm making it right
Where did he go, he ran out back
He must've ran track, I slash his back
I got war wounds, under my tats
I got a few bloods, they all say Slatt
I got a few crips, they all on neck
I busted on her lips, but not her back
It's not my bitch, it's not my neck
I'm just her pimp, I'm not her dad
The cops pulled me over, they smelled my thrax
It's not my gat, but them my racks
Them my lewis, and them my Slatts
And that's my car and that's my bitch
[T.I.:]
Ain't none of your concern, keep me outta that shit, nigga
All on my dick, tryna follow my bitch
If you catch me in Vegas, I'ma catch a new case
Fifty niggas with you and I'ma be in your face
Nigga think this shit a game, bet his ass get stabbed
Nineteen in the clip, let his ass get had
Best case scenario, get your ass kidnapped
Worst case, end up in a plastic bag
Without order there is chaos
Never let 'em handle a nigga
Motherfuckin' player, I do it like in Atlanta, nigga
You do that shit for IG and the fucking camera
You 'gon be happy 'till someone teach you some fucking manners
Ha, ha, ha, ha
When shit get wrong, it can't go right
I've been known to get shit blown outta proportion
Be careful what you about it, put that on ice
I'm not gon' tweet, I'm not gon' type
Whatever you say, okay, alright
You pick your fate, you pay your price
Just know I do not play, alright
[Young Thug:]
I let it ring (Brrr)
You know what I mean (Yeah)
I don't turn green (Uh uh)
I need my green (Let's go)
I just wanna cum on her, (What?) face and her spleen (Eugh)
I just wanna let this bitch (What?) let this bitch ring (Brrr, brrr)
[T.I.:]
You know what the fuck going on with us, man
Travis Scott feat. Young Thug and M.I.A. - FRANCHISE
Travis Scott - FRANCHISE Love Lyrics
Yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Mhmm-mhmm-mhmm-mhmm
Yup, in my white tee
Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype please
Uh, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me
Unboxing my checks, not my Nikes (Yeah)
Cactis, not no iced tea (Ah)
Got 'em bamboozled like I'm Spike Lee (Ah)
You need more than Google just to find me (Ah)
I just called up bae to get her hyphy (Ah, ooh)
Incredible, ici ici general
I just start the label just to sign me
Me and Chase connected like we Siamese
We've been on the run, feel like a crime spree
Talk to me nicely (Yeah!)
I seen his face, I seen it
Yup, on his white tee (Let's go)
Yeah
Yeah, call the Sprite people (Call 'em, hol' on)
Private flight to France, tryna sightsee (On a private flight)
Popped 'em in his hands, he was typing
Caterpillar 'Rari, I fold it lift it up
I went on the stand, told the judge to pass my cup (Aye)
Ran up twenty million, told the devil, "Keep the luck"
Keep that, keep that hoe, RIP Pop
Keep the smoke, aye (Slatt)
Talk to me nicely (Talk to me nicely)
Keep her on a chain, that ain't like me (That ain't like me)
Scott's with no strings you can't tie me (With the, hold on)
I'm higher than the plane, I'm where the Skypes be (Doo, doo-doo, hee)
Yup, in my slime tee... (Doo, doo-doo, hee)
Princey in his prime, heee… (Doo, doo-doo, hee)
Yellowbone too feisty, heee... (Doo, doo-doo, hee)
Clean him up, no napkin, heee
Yup, in my white tee (Yeah!)
Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype please (It's lit)
They gon' wipe you before you wipe me
Unboxing my checks not my Nikes
Ooooo…
'Scuse me
Zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi
Don't be missing in Mississippi
Dip a sippy, make 'em happy, make 'em copy
Make 'em get me chippy chippy
There's a lot I'm gon' spend
Tell me when you need me to pull up
You gon' shoot out while I spin
Tripping like I'm trigger happy
Salt fish, ackee ackee, golf buggy
Kawasaki, catch a fish
Sushi Maki, living life
London City, left the town
Thug and Travis be that fam
Yeah, yeah, you know that (Slatt)
And when they free us out, gon' be a film
A Kodak (Yeah!)
Shoot me pouring right Above The Rim
Like Pollack
I've been ripping and running, not slipping or sliding
Athletic tendencies
I've been up chefing it, whipping it to the base rock
I provide the remedy (Let's go)
When we open gates up at Utopia (It's lit!)
It's like Zootopia
You see the crosses over ya (Yeah!)
That's how you know it's us
At 4 AM, I'm phoning ya
Not for no shoulder rub
Them Jackboys open cleaners up
The way they fold and tuck
Yup, in my white tee
Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype please
Yeah, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me
Yeah, unboxing the checks not my–
Checks not my–
I be where the fuck that light be
Bangers in the system, it's
Bangers in the system, it's
Ancient Anunnaki
Bangers in the system, it's that
Bangers in the system, it's that
M.I.A.
Song title: Franchise
Artist: Travis Scott feat. Young Thug and M.I.A.
Southern University
(What's up with y'all?)
(Yeah, we back, I'm back) Alabama State
FAMU
(Shit, you know) Clark Atlanta
(It feel good to be back) Uh
Ah shake your money-maker
Don't let that money make ya
I shake that money-maker (uh)
Don't let that money make ya
Oh, shake your money-maker (yeah)
Don't let that money make ya
Oh, shake your money-maker (Tony)
Don't let that money make ya, baby (let's go)
Yeah, ah shake that money-maker (money)
Don't let that money make ya (uh)
You know I come to date you, and I'll accommodate ya (accommodate)
I'll make you cum, I ate you, I know your home lately (lone)
I turn your curly hair into that bone, straighten it (bone)
I make you moan, baby (moan)
It feel right, don't it? I know I'm wrong, baby (wrong)
That pheromone fragrance, can't miss no car payments (no)
I kiss her earlobe, like, "What you doin' later?" (What you doin'?)
The broken alligator (yeah), them lames agitate her (ooh)
I'm talkin' natural beauty, no make-up applicator (no need)
She say I killed the pussy (kill it), I seen the affidavit
She blew my cap off (blew) like I had graduated (tell 'em)
The roof decapitated (yeah), the booth contaminated (damn)
Hey, check my face card, I bet it's laminated (true)
My jewelry carbonated, my yard a hundred acres (a hunnid)
I'd like to nominate you to roll my dice in Vegas
now shake your money-maker
Don't let that money make ya
I shake that money-maker (uh)
Don't let that money make ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, shake your money-maker (yeah)
Don't let that money make ya
Oh, shake your money-maker (Collegrove)
Don't let that money make ya, baby (Collegrove) (let's go)
You can have a piece of my love
(Collegrove) Ii's waiting for you
(Collegrove) Girl, it's true
Uh, yeah (uh)
I don't do cap, I don't do cap
I don't do yap (yeah), I make it hap' (yeah)
I don't wan' rap (yeah), I just wan' tap
Bitch, make it clap, blapp-blapp-blapp-blapp
Work that ass back, back-back-back-back
And now that ass fat, it used to be flat
What happened to that? Then she made it blatt
She say, "How it feel?" I say, "It feel like facts"
Then she start twerkin' (yeah), this life a circus
You can ask Barnum, you can ask Bailey (whoa)
We don't need love, we just need favors
Put that on repeat and don't change the station (whoa)
Daddy ain't cheap, and mama ain't basic
And mama agree that daddy the greatest
And all I could see is ass-ass, ass-ass-ass, I'm in the matrix
This dick a tummy-acher (yeah), this dick a jumper cable (uh)
Girl, let my tongue invade you, then let that cum escape you (yeah)
Shake that money-maker, shake it lemon pepper
Like a salt shaker, give my high blood pressure, yeah (whoa)
Now shake your money-maker (shake that money-maker)
Don't let that money make ya (don't let that money make ya)
Now shake that money-maker (now shake that money-maker)
Don't let the money make ya (don't let that money make ya)
Oh, shake your money-maker (shake your money-maker)
(Shoutout to all the HBCUs out there)
Don't let that money make ya (don't let that money)
Oh, shake your money-maker (shake that money)
Don't let that money make ya, baby (don't let that money) (let's go, yeah)
You know, A&M, Alcorn, Jackson State (shake that money)
Grambling, know I'm sayin'?, Texas Southern
'Skegee, Morehouse, TSU, Fort Valley
Know I'm sayin'? We black
Song title: Money Maker
Artist: 2 Chainz ft. Lil Wayne
Jawsh 685 and Jason Derulo - Savage Love Lyrics
Jason Derulo, oh!
Savage love
Trixy Cloth baby
If I woke up without ya
I don't know what I would do
Thought I could be single forever
'Til I met you
Usually don't be fallin', be fallin', fallin' fast
You got a way of keeping me comin' back to back
I just found out, the only reason that you lovin' me
Was to get back at your ex-lover but before you leave
Usually I would never, would never even care
Baby I know she creepin', I feel it in the air
Every night and every day
I try to make you stay
But your
Savage love
Did somebody, did somebody
Break your heart?
Lookin' like an angel
But your savage love
When you kiss me
I know you don't give two fucks
But I still want that
Your savage love
Your savage love-love-love
Your savage love-love-love
You could use me
'Cause I still want that (Your savage)
Baby I hope that this ain't karma 'cause I get around
You wanna run it up, I wanna lock it down
Usually don't be fallin', be fallin', fallin' fast
You got a way of making me spend up all my cash
Every night and every day
I try to make you stay
But your
Savage love
Did somebody, did somebody
Break your heart?
Lookin' like an angel
But your savage love
When you kiss me
I know you don't give two fucks
But I still want that
Your savage love
Your savage love-love-love
Your savage love-love-love
You could use me
'Cause I still want that your savage love
Your savage love-love-love
Your savage love-love-love
You could use me
Baby
Savage love (Oh girl)
Did somebody, did somebody
Break your heart?
Lookin' like an angel
But your savage love
When you kiss me
I know you don't give two fucks
But I still want that
Your savage love (Savage love)
Your savage love-love-love (Ooh yeah)
Your savage love-love-love
Girl you could use me
'Cause I still want that your savage love
Song title: Official Music Video: Savage Love
Artist: Jawsh 685 and Jason Derulo -
Big Latto
Wop
Ayy (J White I need a beat I can go off on. ooh)
Ayy
I'm a Freek-A-Leek (oh)
But I can't let a broke nigga beat (no)
Know he for the streets (yeah, yeah)
So when you see me nigga don't speak (shh)
Put 'em straight to sleep
I don't sell pussy, but this ain't cheap (on God)
Abracadabra, got rappers and trappers
Yeah, I got some tricks up my sleeve (woo)
Drama, I'm with the shits (uh-huh)
You want a problem? Don't wanna hit
Ol' hoe ass, trick ass, ready to snitch ass
Simp ass, weak ass, bitch (bitch)
My DM is flooded, my AP is flooded
Still wet this bitch up with the stick
Don't give a fuck, I'm runnin' it up
Big Latto, I pop my shit
'Cause I'm a very freaky girl (yeah)
Get it from my mama (yeah)
I'm not with the games
I'm with all the drama (yeah)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
Make' em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
'Cause I'm a very freaky girl (girl)
Get it from my mama (mama)
I'm not with the games (games)
I'm with all the drama (drama)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
I look good good, bitch, I'm fine fine (fine, fine)
Make 'em gimme brain, make 'em give me Einstein
I walked in the meetin', label seen a dollar sign
It took a couple M's for me to sign the dotted line
Slim waist with a booty, this nigga dumb if he lose me (yeah)
This boy think I love him, bitch, I'm Big Latto not Susie
Film him eatin' this coochie, I swear my life is a movie (yeah)
Walk down nasty with Boosie and now I got one with Gucci (wop)
'Cause I'm a very freaky girl (yeah)
Get it from my mama (yeah)
I'm not with the games (yeah)
I'm with all the drama (yeah)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
'Cause I'm a very freaky girl (girl)
Get it from my mama (mama)
I'm not with the games (games)
I'm with all the drama (drama)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
First I take off her bra, she like to fuck in the car
I just shot up the club, that mean I'm fuckin' her raw
When your bitch seen me, she fell in love on the spot
Don't wear your heart on a sleeve, don't put no trust in no thot (don't)
I'm a crazy ass nigga, got a bi-polar temper
Go to sleep with my pistol, go to war 'bout my sister
I would fix my bitch body, but she was fine already
Tried to sign Mulatto, but she was signed already (well damn)
Chopsticks like Karruche, I'ma film make a movie (Gucci)
Sick and tired of Big Gucci, could retire off of Gucci
Can't expire, work for hire, her favorite rapper is Gucci
Favorite trapper is Gucci, I'm a legend like Tookie
Opposite of John Legend, I touch keys with no music
Ask how I know it's a hit, because J White just produced it
Favorite gun is the Uzi, favorite rapper is Gucci
Favorite trapper is Gucci, I'ma film this a movie (guap)
'Cause I'm a very freaky girl (girl)
Get it from my mama (mama)
I'm not with the games (games)
I'm with all the drama (drama)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer
'Cause I'm a very freaky girl (girl)
Get it from my mama (mama)
I'm not with the games (games)
I'm with all the drama (drama)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
Make 'em gimme brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Hummer)
Bitch, I'm back and it's up PSA
I'm too fleek to take off all my shit at TSA (Fleek)
I know we met today but I'ma need that shit today (Straight up)
Might go extra-extra just so I can see they face (Straight up, damn)
Keep Xs and Os and interchange, yeah
Hit three in a row, that's just a game
Big rings in a row all down my fingers
I can't even hold my baggage claim
(Tryna snatch you home my Lithuania)
Pats, do you mind? One of a kind
Get you to sign, I took the fine
Mulholland Drive, I hesitate and weave
And hit that line, I hit more say the least
Got stacks to the side, keep that for bro and peeps
With all the rhymes, risk and they could tell you
Risqué little hoes keep tryin', by the end of the day my Ms getting wired
My own rounds for every time we tried
I'm sensei, senseless, same time
Two dranks, two cups poured up
I'm insanely down, slowed up
She build round, butt bubbled up
Don't inflame me, now go nuts
I keep flame right by my guts
It was out but now it's tucked
Your back on it, proud of us right now
Bitch, I'm back and it's up PSA (Whoa, whoa)
I'm too fleek to take off all my shit at TSA (Fleek)
I know we met today but I'ma need that shit today (Straight up)
Might go extra-extra just so I can see they face (Straight up, damn)
Keep Xs and Os and interchange, yeah
Hit three in a row, that's just a game
Big rings in a row all down my fingers
I can't even hold my baggage claim
(Tryna snatch you home my Lithuania)
(Psycho, whoa, whoa)
Little bitch, don't talk to me like I'm not me (No)
Graveyard, up late, shit, I'm with the zombies (Up)
Going insane, hard to contain, can't miss a beat my heart is the same
You know it's flame if I'm in this hoe with Scottie
Long list of problems, long list of blessings
Making sure the first one never outweigh the second, yeah
Military with the tactics, multi-million, multi-facet
She like Prince and Michael Jackson, Purple Rain and mirrors dancing
Savage Fenty matching with the lingerie socks
Didn't know they made them 'til I took 'em off and I popped
Her mamma 60 but look 29 and that's a great sign
Could take over any tri-state without even trying
And I'm praying for my exes and my enemies (Straight up)
'Cause they gone need all the help they can get if it isn't me (I swear)
Success is a chain reaction, I'm the fucking missing link
In the world where niggas would do anything for everything, damn (Damn)
Keep Xs and Os and interchange, yeah
Hit three in a row, that's just a game (Game, bitch)
Big rings in a row all down my fingers (Whoa)
I can't even hold my baggage claim
(Tryna snatch you home my Lithuania)
Yeah
I had to reset it, my credit on venery and go 'head and vet it
I'm pullin' her hair, talkin' shit and aye, yeah, I got a little fetish
Song: Lithuania
Artist: Big Sean - ft. Travis Scott
Bitches
We The Best Music
Another one, yeah
DJ Khaled
Bitches callin' my phone like I'm locked up, nonstop
From the plane to the fuckin' helicopter, yeah
Cops pullin' up like I'm givin' drugs out, nah, nah
I'm a popstar, not a doctor
Bitches callin' my phone like I'm locked up, nonstop
From the plane to the fuckin' helicopter, yeah
Cops pullin' up like I'm givin' drugs out, nah, nah
I'm a popstar, not a doctor
Ayy, shawty with the long text, I don't talk, ayy
Shawty with the long legs, she don't walk, ayy
Yeah, last year, I kept it on the tuck, ayy
2020, I came to fuck it up, yeah
I want a long life, a legendary one (yeah)
I want a quick death (yeah), and a easy one (yeah)
I want a pretty girl (yeah), and a honest one (yeah)
I want this drink (yeah), and another one, yeah
And I'm troublesome, yeah
I'm a popstar, but this shit ain't bubblegum, yeah
You would probably think my manager is Scooter Braun, yeah
But my manager with twenty hoes in Buddakan, yeah, ayy
Look, Ariana, Selena, my Visa
It can take as many charges as it needs to, my girl
That shit platinum just like all of my releases, my girl
Niggas come for me, I tear them all to pieces, my girl
I'ma show your sexy ass what relief is, my girl
Please don't take no shit that's 'bout to have you geekin'
And I'm not drivin' nothin' that I gotta stick the keys in
Wonder how I got this way? I swear I got the
Bitches callin' my phone like I'm locked up, nonstop
From the plane to the fuckin' helicopter, yeah
Cops pullin' up like I'm givin' drugs out, nah, nah
I'm a popstar, not a doctor
Bitches callin' my phone like I'm locked up, nonstop
From the plane to the fuckin' helicopter, yeah
Cops pullin' up like I'm givin' drugs out, nah, nah
I'm a popstar, not a doctor
I'm a popstar, not a doctor, watch her
Say she rep a whole different block, so I blocked her
Busy at the crib, cookin' salmon with the lobster
If we talkin' joints, it's just me and David Foster
Bodyguards don't look like Kevin Costner, you tweakin'
Just pulled up to Whitney Houston, Texas for the evenin'
They tell the same story so much, they start to believe it
The ones that start like, "Drizzy's shit was cool, but we even"
Man, how the fuck?
Two, four, six, eight watches, factory, so they appreciate
Crown in my hand and I'm really playin' keep-away
Shit don't even usually get this big without a Bieber face
Naw, naw, piece of cake, naw, naw, Turks and Caic', yeah, yeah
Go and get your friends, we can sneak away, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I keep a, like I keep the faith
Wonder how I got this way? Swear I got the
Bitches callin' my phone like I'm locked up, nonstop
From the plane to the fuckin' helicopter, yeah
Cops pullin' up like I'm givin' drugs out, nah, nah
I'm a popstar, not a doctor
Bitches callin' my phone like I'm locked up, nonstop
From the plane to the fuckin' helicopter, yeah
Cops pullin' up like I'm givin' drugs out, nah, nah
I'm a popstar, not a doctor
Song title: POPSTAR
Artist: DJ Khaled ft. Drake - Starring Justin Bieber
Workin' on a weekend like usual
Way off in the deep end like usual
Niggas swear they passed us, they doin' too much
Haven't done my taxes, I'm too turnt up
Virgil got a Patek on my wrist goin' nuts
Niggas caught me slippin' once, okay, so what?
Someone hit your block up, I'd tell you if it was us
Manor house in Rosewood, this shit too plush
[Verse: Drake]
Say my days are numbered, but I keep wakin' up
Know you see my texts, baby, please say some
Wine by the glass, your man a cheapskate, huh?
Niggas gotta move off my release day, huh
Bitch, this is fame, not clout
I don't even know what that's about, watch your mouth
Baby got a ego twice the size of the crib
I can never tell her shit, it is what it is (What)
Said what I had to and did what I did (Ayy)
Never turn my back on FBG, God forbid
Virgil got the Patek on my wrist doin' front flips
Givin' you my number, but don't hit me on no dumb shit
[Chorus: Drake]
Workin' on a weekend like usual
Way off in the deep end like usual (Like usual)
Niggas swear they passed us, they doin' too much
Haven't done my taxes, I'm too turnt up
Virgil got a Patek on my wrist goin' nuts
Niggas caught me slippin' once, okay, so what?
Someone hit your block up, I'd tell you if it was us
Manor house in Rosewood, this shit too plush
[Interlude: Future]
It's cool, man, got red bottoms on
Life is good, you know what I mean? Like
[Part II]
[Chorus: Future]
Yeah, hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch, woo
I done flew one out to Spain to be in my domain and Audemars-ed the bitch, woo
Dropped three dollars on a ring, cost a Bentley truck, lil' bitch, woo
I was in the trap servin' cocaine, I ain't been the same since, woo
[Verse 1: Future]
Granny, she was standin' right there while I catch a play on a brick, woo
I make them lil' niggas go haywire, Taliban in this bitch, woo
I done been down bad in them trenches, had to ride with that stick, woo
Who gave you pills? Who gave you that dust? Pluto sent you on a lick, woo
Too many convicts that roll with me to play in this shit, woo
I'm tryna avoid nonsense, get Osama spray in this bitch, woo
They at the candlelight lightin' it up, nigga, anybody can get it, woo
I'm on a PJ lightin' it up, Backwood full of sticky, woo
I'm tryna tote that Draco in London and it's extended, woo
They gotta stretch a nigga out, we gon' die for this shit, woo
Yeah, I ride for my niggas, I lie to my bitch, woo
We some poor, high-class niggas, made it, we rich, yeah
I was at the bando, got a penthouse for a closet, woo
It's like a chandelier on my neck, my wrist, woo
I got pink toes that talk different languages, woo
Got Promethazine in my blood and Percocet, yeah
[Chorus: Future]
Hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch, woo
I done flew one out to Spain to be in my domain and Audemars-ed the bitch, woo
Dropped three dollars on a ring, cost a Bentley truck, lil' bitch, woo
I was in the trap servin' cocaine, I ain't been the same since, woo
[Verse 2: Future]
Racks by the ton, I call up Serena
I go tremendo for new fettuccine
All fact though, carat the pinky
All fact though, we ordered the Fiji
I'm in the loop with the voo, I'm in the loop with the woo, which one you workin'?
I'll put your face on the news, I'll put the pussy on the shirt after I murk it
Then make 'em go shoot up the hearse, cost me a quarter bird, nigga, it's worth it
And you a maniac, a fuckin' alien, how you splurgin'?
Got that kitty cat, I'm havin' fun with that, goin' Birkin
[Chorus: Future]
Yeah, hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch, woo
I done flew one out to Spain to be in my domain and Audemars-ed the bitch, woo
Dropped three dollars on a ring, cost a Bentley truck, lil' bitch, woo
I was in the trap servin' cocaine, I ain't been the same since, woo
[Outro: Future]
Hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch
Hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch, yeah
Hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch, uh
Hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch
Official Music Video: Toosie Slide by Drake.
Toosie Slide Lyrics
By Drake
Black leather glove, no sequins
Buckles on the jacket, it's Alyx shit
Nike crossbody, got a piece in it
Got a dance, but it's really on some street shit
I'ma show you how to get it
It go right foot up, left foot, slide
Left foot up, right foot, slide
Basically, I'm sayin' either way, we 'bout to slide, ayy
Can't let this one slide, ayy
Don't you wanna dance with me? No?
I could dance like Michael Jackson
I could give you thug passion
It's a Thriller in the trap where we from
Baby, don't you wanna dance with me? No?
I could dance like Michael Jackson
I could give you satisfaction
And you know we out here every day with it
I'ma show you how to get it
It go right foot up, left foot, slide
Left foot up, right foot, slide
Basically, I'm sayin', either way, we 'bout to slide, ayy
Can't let this one slide, ayy (Who's bad?)
Two thousand shorties wanna tie the knot, ayy, yeah
Two hundred shooters on my brother's block, woah, yeah
Petal off a rose like I love her not, maybe not
I don't know what's wrong with me, I can't stop, woah, yeah
Won't stop, woah, yeah, never stop
Got so many opps, I be mistakin' opps for other opps
Got so many people that I love out of troubled spots
Other than the family I got, it's either you or me
That's just how I think, it's either you or me
This life got too deep for you, baby
Two or three of us about to creep where they stayin'
Black leather glove, no sequins
Buckles on the jacket, it's Alyx shit
Nike crossbody, got a piece in it
Got a dance, but it's really on some street shit
I'ma show you how to get it
It go right foot up, left foot, slide
Left foot up, right foot, slide
Basically, I'm sayin' either way, we 'bout to slide, ayy
Can't let this one slide, ayy (Who's bad?)
Toosie slide, then I hit it double-time
Then I hit a spin 'cause we spun their block a couple times
If it's not the right time, there'll always be another time
I'm not even trippin', we'll just see 'em in the summertime, woah, yeah
Can't describe the pressure I be puttin' on myself, yeah
Really, I just can't afford to lose nobody else, yeah
If they movin' shaky, we'll just do this shit ourselves, woah
If I'm movin' shaky, Chubbs'll do this shit himself, yeah
Solo niggas, only YOLO, for real
Heard a lot about you but we don't know for real
Next time, guarantee the truth'll get revealed
Black leather gloves, no sequins, yeah
Buckles on the jacket, it's Alyx shit
Nike crossbody, got a piece in it
Got a dance, but it's really on some street shit
I'ma show you how
It go right foot up, left foot, slide
Left foot up, right foot, slide
Basically, I'm sayin' either way we 'bout to slide, ayy
Can't let this one slide, ayy
Don't you wanna dance with me? No?
I could dance like Michael Jackson (Jackson)
I could give you thug passion (Passion)
It's a Thriller in the trap where we from (Where we from)
Baby, don't you wanna dance with me? No?
I could dance like Michael Jackson (Jackson)
I could give you satisfaction ('Faction)
And you know we out here every day with it
I'ma show you how to get it
It go right foot up, left foot, slide
Left foot up, right foot, slide
Basically, I'm sayin' either way we 'bout to slide
(Who's bad?)
Official Music Video: No Guidance - Chris Brown ft. Drake
No Guidance Lyrics
By: Chris Brown ft. Drake
Before I die I'm tryna fuck you, baby
Hopefully we don't have no babies
I don't even wanna go back home
Hopefully, I don't leave you on your own
Ayy
Trips that you plan for the next whole week
Bands too long for a nigga so cheap
And your flex OD, and your sex OD
You got it, girl, you got it (ayy)
You got it, girl, you got (yeah)
Pretty lil' thing, you got a bag and now you wildin'
You just took it off the lot, no mileage
Way they hittin' you, the DM lookin' violent
Talkin' wild, you come around and now they silent
Flew the coop at seventeen, no guidance
You be stayin' low but you know what the vibes is
Ain't never got you nowhere bein' modest
Poppin' shit but only 'cause you know you're poppin', yeah
You got it, girl, you got it (ayy)
You got it, girl, you got it
Lil' baby in her bag, in her Birkin
No nine to five, put the work in
Flaws and all, I love 'em all, to me, you're perfect
Baby girl, you got it, girl, you got it, girl (oh-oh)
You got it, girl, you got it, girl (ooh)
I don't wanna play no games, play no games
Fuck around, give you my last name (oh)
Know you tired of the same damn thing
That's okay 'cause, baby, you
You got it, girl, you got it (ayy)
You got it, girl, you got it
You the only one I'm tryna make love to, pickin' and choosin'
They ain't really love you, runnin' games, usin'
All your stupid exes, they gon' call again
Tell 'em that a real nigga steppin' in
Don't let them niggas try you, test your patience
Tell 'em that it's over, ain't no debatin' (uh)
All you need is me playin' on your playlist
You ain't gotta be frustrated
I don't wanna play no games, play no games (oh)
Fuck around, give you my last name (my last name)
Know you tired of the same damn thing (same damn thing)
That's okay 'cause, baby, you
You got it, girl, you got it (oh, ooh, ayy)
You got it, girl, you got it (got it)
I don't wanna
Before I die, I'm tryna fuck you, baby (yeah)
Hopefully, we don't have no babies (ooh)
I don't even wanna go back home
Hopefully, I don't leave you on your own
You got it, girl, you got it, oh
Play no games (no)
Freaky (freaky)
I can learn a lot from you, gotta come teach me (woo, woo)
You a lil' hot girl, you a lil' sweetie (no, sweet)
Sweet like Pearland, sweet like Peachtree (like that)
I can tell you crazy, but shit kind of intrigue me (no, yeah, I like that)
(I don't wanna, I don't wanna)
Seen it on the 'Gram, I'm tryna see that shit in 3D, mami
I know I get around 'cause I like to move freely (I don't, I don't)
But you could lock it down, I could tell by how you treat me (I don't, I don't)
I seen how you did homeboy, so please take it easy (no, yeah)
Good to have me on your side, I ain't sayin' that you need me (yeah, yeah)
Six God talk but I ain't tryna get preachy (no, no, no)
I seen how you did homeboy, please take it easier on me
'Cause I don't wanna (no) play no games, play no games
(I don't wanna, I don't wanna)
I don't wanna play no games, play no games
(I don't, I don't)
Music video by 50 Cent performing In Da Club. (C) 2003 Shady Records/Aftermath Records/Interscope Records
In Da Club Lyrics
By: 50 Cent
[Intro]
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Go Shorty, it's your birthday
We gon' party like it's your birthday
And we gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck, it's not your birthday
[Chorus]
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed
[Verse 1]
When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs (Uh-huh)
When I roll twenty deep, it's twenty knives in the club (Yeah)
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem and the hoes, they wanna fuck (Woo)
Look homie, ain't nothin' changed: hoes down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the cut, hey nigga, roll that weed up! (Roll it!)
If you watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player or pimp
Been hit with a few shells, but I don't walk with a limp (I'm aight)
In the hood in L.A. they sayin', "50, you hot" (Uh-huh)
They like me, I want 'em to love me like they love Pac
But holla in New York, the niggas'll tell you I'm loco (Yeah)
And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold (Uh-huh)
I'm fully focused, man, my money on my mind
Got a mil' out the deal and I'm still on the grind (Woo)
Now Shorty said she feelin' my style, she feelin' my flow (Uh-huh)
Her girlfriend with her, they bi and they ready to go (Okay)
[Chorus]
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed (Rubbed)
[Bridge]
My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels
Look, nigga, I done came up and I ain't changed (What? What? Yeah)
[Verse 2]
And you should love it way more than you hate it
Nigga, you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it (Woo)
I'm that cat by the bar toastin' to the good life
You that faggot-ass nigga tryin' to pull me back, right?
When my joint get to pumpin' in the club, it's on
I wink my eye at yo' bitch, if she smiles, she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
If you talkin' about money, homie, I ain't concerned
I'ma tell you what Banks told me:
"Cuz, go 'head, switch the style up
If niggas hate, then let them hate, and watch the money pile up"
Or we can go upside your head with a bottle of bub'
They know where we fuckin' be
[Chorus]
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
[Outro]
Don't try to act like you don't know where we be neither, nigga
We in the club all the time, nigga, so pop, pop off, nigga
G-Unit
