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[Verso]
Meu amor, você perdeu, não passa mal
Quando cair a ficha você cai na real
Que eu sou do baile, da madrugada
Quando o DJ soltar o som você não vai entender nada
Eu sou do baile, da madrugada
O Marcelinho solta o ponto, tu não vai entender nada

[Refrão]
O DJ já mandou
As meninas joga o bumbum
O DJ já mandou
As meninas joga o bumbum
Joga, joga, joga joga
Joga, joga, joga joga
Joga, joga, joga joga
Joga o bumbum

[Intro]

I have an attractive Spanish girl in my class, how do I approach her
You walk up on her, okay and you look her right in her eyes and you tell her “Hey… Spread It”.

[Bridge]

Dr. Girlfriend – Spread it.
Alex – Spread what?
Maurice – Yeah, spread it.
Alex – Spread, what?!
Maurice – Spread, it Alex.

[Chorus]

Hey, what’s up hello, spread it
If you ain’t got no money, spread it
If your single, siiiiiinngglle ooh-wa, spread it

[Verse]

You don’t want to f**k bill
Who don’t want to f**k bill
Left your bitch on the phone
Tell her to take the pic
You ain’t gotta be alone tonight
Imma take you home with me
Baby won’t you get off that
God damn you ass is fat
Hooo, hoo
DJ run it back now
Well momma if yo single

[Chorus]

I’m like hey, what’s up hello, spread it
If you ain’t got no money, spread it
If your single, siiiiiinngglle ooh-wa, spread it

[Outro]

You hearing it?
We go home back to her hotel room
And I still tried to smash and she curved my ass

[Verse 1]
We drinking out the bottle f**k shots
I’m all about the guap
You say you getting money but you not
Headed to the top I ain’t gon’ stop now
Two bad bitches on me
So gone I can’t see
Finna get turnt all bottles on me, yeah

[Hook]
I’m faded, I’m faded
Pass me the bottle pretty lady
Let’s get this party going escalated
Only want you for tonight don’t try to play me
f**k them other dudes that you dated
They don’t compare to me I’ll treat you like a lady
Them lips of your have me going crazy
And that ass never cease to amaze me

[Verse 2]
We in the club, VIP entrance
Everything I told you, I swear I meant it
Me, hennessy, and you
Ima turn you on get you in the mood
Dylan’s in the back popping bottles
Throwing dollars, cooling with some models
I just wanna see you drop it low
Shake that ass
Drop it to the floor

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I know you love to party girl, so let’s go
Ima put in work, yeah you know that’s for sure
Turning up to the early morning
Hope the neighbors ain’t gon’ hear all that moaning
You won’t do it for them, but you do it for me
I got my mind on you, because you’re all I need
Don’t be tripping baby because I mean it for real
Now let’s head back to my crib so we can seal the deal
Let’s end the conversation baby
I hope you know you drive me crazy
You know I’ll treat you like a lady
f**k them hoes, and them bitches they don’t phase me
I’m all about the money, all about the guap
And I ain’t gon’ stop hustling til I’m at the top
Put you in a Porsche, put you on a yacht
I want it all I’m balling hard and y’all not

[Hook]

[Outro]
We gon’ get faded, we gon’ turn it up
Tell the DJ play my song, and turn it up
Club heating up I can’t get enough
Need you by my side, can’t get enough

It’s about time to wake up wake up
I’ve been way too much of a giver not a taker taker
I’ve been so confused fused for a minute minute
DJ put my world on you, gonna spin it spin it

So I can dust it off now, rub it off now
Cause the people here are crazy
And there is no one else to save me
So buzz this off now, above this all now
Cause the people here are crazy
And there is no one else to save me

Done with this part, now I’ve nowhere to go
Follow the lead in my heart and my soul
I’m gonna show, I’m gonna show
I’m gonna show, I’m gonna show

I don’t wanna be waiting
I don’t wanna wait the rest of my life
So now I’m changing
My life is feeling so divine
That’s why I raise my glass
Like it’s the first time
That’s why I take this shot
Like it’s the first time
And now I’m changing
My life is feeling so divine

My decision, my religion ligion
My point of view, my opinion pinion
Like a game of poker, I be winning winning
It’s my time now, I’m gonna get it get it

Gonna dust it off now, rub it off now
Cause the people here are crazy
And there is no one else to save me
So buzz this off now, above this all now
Cause the people here are crazy
And there is no one else to save me

Done with this part, now I’ve nowhere to go
Follow the lead in my heart and my soul
I’m gonna show, I’m gonna show
I’m gonna show, I’m gonna show

I don’t wanna be waiting
I don’t wanna wait the rest of my life
So now I’m changing
My life is feeling so divine
That’s why I raise my glass
Like it’s the first time
That’s why I take this shot
Like it’s the first time
And now I’m changing
My life is feeling so divine

I’d rather be alone when I wake up
Than give it all away for a break up
I’m so, so, I’m so, so

Not waiting
I don’t wanna wait the rest of my life
So now I’m changing
My life is feeling so divine
That’s why I raise my glass
Like it’s the first time
That’s why I take this shot
Like it’s the first time
And now I’m changing
My life is feeling so divine

[Intro]
It’s a monster
It’s a monster
Money, money
It’s a monster

[Chorus]
Pack after pack after pack
Tell paparazzi relax
I never look for the trap
You heard, we already know where it’s at

[Verse 1]
Huh, I don’t react, I’ma just look at the stacks
Uh, uh-uh, why you gotta flex like that?
Wait, yeah, I only care ’bout the racks
Tryna finagle the tax
Start a company and look at the facts
I’m out the country, they know where I’m at
They tryna come for me but know they can’t f**k with me
We love the way you kill the fashion
I hope you know that was just a distraction, nigga

[Chorus]
Pack after pack after pack
Tell paparazzi relax
I never look for the trap
You heard, we already know where it’s at, okay

[Verse 2]
Left with a package, runners are bringing it back, okay
And all of these blogs, nigga, I give a f**k what they say
I’m back in the place, girl yell at the DJ to back up the bass
I’m on the way, Room 49, 42 in the safe, yeah
Nobody’s safe, the packs are laced, say she wanna taste
They smashed the guts in my face, but I can roll Backwood again, okay, okay
Ayy, I am really with the shit
Big bag full of pink packs, got a Kit-Kat in the whip, yeah
This that new drip
She like the whole clique
She need that, she like, “I wish, oh, I wish”
I’m in, so stylish
I ain’t gotta tell you what I get
f**k the high, nigga, you a toilet
Wait

[Verse 3]
Push packs through the border, move faster
Secret space pole, grab my…
Main bedroom in the house is called the master
They’ll never think they on the ‘Gram with
Think it’s time to tell ’em who I am
Just so they can fully understand
They put the fire on my head
Always pick truth, never dare
Cups in the air
We don’t give a f**k, send the add’

[Verse 4]
I don’t understand
Why you got a hundred fifty thousand in your hand, nigga, wait
Y’all just building castles in the sand, nigga, wait
Flexing in the Falcon, f**k a Lam’, nigga, wait
Shit, why you always playin’, huh?
I drip a wrist, spin up in the ship
Way too far with the images
Niggas think I’m the new Wiz
All these gold bricks I’m skippin’ in
They think I’m acting different just ’cause now I’m tryna flip dividends
Gold throne that I’m sitting in
Rose gold, kiss venomous
Big drip down in Africa
This year, just how I did in Flint
I tried to tell ’em all, they wasn’t listening
I think it worked to my benefit
Only seein’ nothin’ but the benefits
I just pray to God that somebody get a grip
They yellin’ and tellin’ me let ’em live
I’m guessing the vision’s ahead of ’em

[Chorus]
We wanna dream
And smoke our weed
We came here to have a good time
So pour us some drink
And we wanna f**k
‘Cause love is always free
So you might call us crazy
But all we’ll say
Is f**k all these haters

[Verse 1]
I got haters in my rear view so I’m floorin’ it
I got haters everywhere I’m looking so I’m steady pourin’ it
And lightin’ it
And puff, puff, pass, blow smoke through these haters
Imma live my life, if you ain’t with it see you later
You might see me in a beamer
You might catch me in a benz
You might see me walk up in a club with anything but manners
You ain’t never see me hatin’
You ain’t never see me fightin’
If you see me with a girl, you gonna see that she’s a ten
Lay back all day, no stress
Couple homies, couple hoes makin’ everything the best
East to the West, but I’m steady on the coast
Pop a bottle, roll a dutch, everybody knows the rest
Maybe I’m crazy, but I know everybody is
So we might as well kick it, why you mad
Quit your bitchin’ and get with it
Here’s a golden ticket, lets get livin’

[Chorus]
We wanna dream
And smoke our weed
We came here to have a good time
So pour us some drink
And we wanna f**k
‘Cause love is always free
So you might call us crazy
But all we’ll say
Is f**k all these haters

[Verse 2]
Tell the DJ turn it down so you hear me loud and clear
What you doing right there
You should be right here
Tell me do you have a man, wait I don’t really care
Way up in the winner circle I can’t worry ’bout a square
Lit up in the club and it’s a Friday night
Hennessey hero, yo tengo dinero!
I been workin’ too hard, workin’ two jobs
I need to cool off, what are you on?
My homie Tommy just got kicked out
In the morning I’mma tell him that he missed out
Champagne sprayin’, it could be somebody’s birthday
I smell lots of trees, I almost thought it was earth day
Last call, my ass
Hurry up and pour another glass
2AM and they still can’t kick us out

[Chorus]
We wanna dream
And smoke our weed
We came here to have a good time
So pour us some drink
And we wanna f**k
‘Cause love is always free
So you might call us crazy
But all we’ll say
Is f**k all these haters

Whoa
Whoa

I want to hear my song on the radio station
Don’t want to hear no static by my radio dial
Tune on, tune in, tune up, tune out
I think you know what I’m talking about
And if you get it right, you’ll hear it once in a while
Whoa, whoa

Like a record spinning round my head
I can’t remember what the DJ said
There’s no doubt about it
You can’t live without it

FM radio station, put me in rotation
Play it all across the nation
I want some radio action
Whoa

I want to hear my song on the radio station
Stereophonic High Fidelity (Ooh, ooh yeah)
So tune on, tune in, tune up, tune out
I think you know what it’s all about
And if you give it a chance, you’re gonna see
Whoa, whoa

Like a record spinning round my head
I can’t remember what the DJ said
There’s no doubt about it
You can’t live without it

FM radio station, put me in rotation
Play it all across the nation
I want some radio action
I wanna hear it on my radio
I wanna feel it on my stereo
You know I’m ready to go
I want some radio action now

Like a record spinning round my head
I can’t remember what the DJ said
There’s no doubt about it
You can’t live without it

FM radio station, put me in rotation
Play it all across the nation
I want some radio action
I wanna hear it on my radio
I wanna feel it on my stereo
You know I’m ready to go
I want some radio action

I want some radio action
I want some radio action
I want some radio action
I want some radio action

I want some radio action
I want some radio action
I want some radio action
I want some radio action now

[Verse 1]
Put your phone down, come here
We got somethin’ to do (Somethin’ to do)
Feel the magic in the air
I know that you’re feelin’ it too (Feelin’ it too)
We don’t gotta take a picture
We got nothin’ to prove (Nothin’ to prove)
Run away with me somewhere
We got nothin’ to lose (Nothin’ to lose)
Put your hand in my hand
And look into my eyes
You know that that true love got me feelin’ alive
It’s a vibe, it’s all good, it’s all right
Yeah, we right, yeah
You know that that true love got me feelin’ alive

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t want a typical, I just want original
I don’t want a typical, I don’t want no digital
I don’t want a typical, I just want original
I don’t want a typical, I don’t want no digital (1,2,3)

[Chorus]
No digital love
I need to feel your heart
No digital love (No digital love)
I need the real true parts
No digital love
I just want that old school
Throwback like you supposed to
What’s up? Yeah, what’s up?
No digital love

[Verse 2]
I can feel the beat on repeat
That you play on my heart (Play on my heart)
Electric love connection that we felt from the start
(Felt from the start)
Come on, put my jam on
Move just like we planned on
Tell this DJ we need somethin’ good
That we can dance on

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t want a typical (Ooh), I just want original
I don’t want a typical, I don’t want no digital (No digital love)
I don’t want a typical (Hey), I just want original
I don’t want a typical, I don’t want no digital (1,2,3)

[Chorus]
No digital love
I need to feel your heart
No digital love (No digital love)
I need the real true parts
No digital love
I just want that old school
Throwback like you supposed to
What’s up? Yeah, what’s up?
No digital love

[Bridge]
I don’t want a typical (Hey), I just want original
(Ooh, oh) I don’t want a typical, I don’t want no digital
I don’t want a typical (Oh), I just want original
(Hey) I don’t want a typical, I don’t want no digital

[Chorus]
No digital love (Love)
I need to feel your heart
No digital love (No digital love)
I need the real true parts
No digital love
I just want that old school
Throwback like you supposed to
What’s up? Yeah, what’s up?
No digital love (Hey)
I need to feel your heart
No digital love (No digital love)
I need the real true parts
No digital love
I just want that old school
Throwback like you supposed to
What’s up? Yeah, what’s up?
No digital love (Love)

[Hook]
Ask around town why people don’t like me, So what?
Just know when I roll out, it goes off
Most shit doesn’t excite me
And I always clean up
Most MCs just sound untidy
If you don’t like me, come and on sight me
And that’s word to the Lord almighty
Ask around town why people don’t like me, So what?
Just know when I roll out, it goes off
Most shit doesn’t excite me
And I always clean up
Most MCs just sound untidy
If you don’t like me, come and on sight me
And that’s word to the Lord almighty

[Verse 1]
I swear to God, I ain’t like none of them
Man claim they came up, same time I came up
Until I switched the game up like “come again”
Call it a night, call it a day
Call it what you want, cause we lock the scene straight
If this one’s grime and that’s one grime
Someone better just slap the DJ
It’s like they don’t know what grime is
Cause nowadays man get punched in the face
Jump on mic and deny it
And dem man wanna ask what I did
Just cause you’re from the road
Doesn’t mean that you’re from my street
One day I’ll offer a chair at the table
Next thing I know, you’re after my seat
So ask God why I’m still standing
Ask him why I spent so many days in the sunlight
Like I’m reigning champion
Ask him why my name stood firm
Even back when no one backed him
Ask him why they attack, but they lack defence
When I’m in the box, I’m tackling

[Hook]
Ask around town why people don’t like me, So what?
Just know when I roll out, it goes off
Most shit doesn’t excite me
(NO IT DON’T)
And I always clean up
Most MCs just sound untidy
If you don’t like me, come and on sight me
And that’s word to the Lord almighty
(COME GET ME)
Ask around town why people don’t like me, So what?
Just know when I roll out, it goes off
Most shit doesn’t excite me
(NO IT DON’T)
And I always clean up
Most MCs just sound untidy
If you don’t like me, come and on sight me
And that’s word to the Lord almighty

[Verse 2]
I held my own nicely
Wanna be driving a car before 19
Right now, we ain’t counting numbers
I advise you just count them hundreds
And back in the day, couple man sang
Can’t be around them youngers
I was in the rave in Camden, ducking man down
Cause I can’t stand them fronters
And I can’t get too near haters
Couple of people might be where I am
But two years later
Walk in the room like “who here hates us?”
Couple of my Gs are two-tear status, no tatts
Streets I been killing, The riddim, I rode that
Couple MCs still seeking revenge
But their real lives and their lyrics don’t match
Feds won’t let man out the country
M16’s at the gate
All that’s late, a shot nearly got fire
Dem man talk too much
We don’t really talk too much so I bet he’s wired
Me I really beat that up
Last time I beat that up, man, I left it tired
Left in a state
Tryna be free, not stuck up in a cage

[Hook]
Ask around town why people don’t like me, So what?
Just know when I roll out, it goes off
Most shit doesn’t excite me
(NO IT DON’T)
And I always clean up
Most MCs just sound untidy
If you don’t like me, come and on sight me
And that’s word to the Lord almighty
(COME GET ME)
Ask around town why people don’t like me, So what?
Just know when I roll out, it goes off
Most shit doesn’t excite me
(NO IT DON’T)
And I always clean up
Most MCs just sound untidy
If you don’t like me, come and on sight me
And that’s word to the Lord almighty

Play this song

[Intro]
Ain’t that DJ chose over there?
Look like DJ chose

[Chorus: JT & Yung Miami]
You tried it hoe, that shit ain’t work
You made him bae, I fucked him first
I took his check, you got a purse
He pay my bills, yo ass at work
You tried it hoe, that shit ain’t work
You tried it hoe, that shit ain’t work

[Verse 1: JT]
It’s the dog in ’em, I’m in the mall with ’em
I’m a trick wit ’em, you the type to fall for ’em
City Girls, period
But I need them commas
I can wait in the car, I ain’t trying to meet your mama
Baguettes around my neck
Pussy stay wet
Call that nigga Keith
All he do is sweat
2020 vision
Side bitch winning
Coppin’ us both
Shit bitch, we twinnin’
Jet black lace, wig long and it’s curly
Calling up Barbara, bitch this Shirley
We sharing that nigga, sis, don’t be salty
I like the way he ate this ass
Tell that nigga “Call me”

[Chorus: JT & Yung Miami]
You tried it hoe, that shit ain’t work
You made him bae, I fucked him first
I took his check, you got a purse
He pay my bills, yo ass at work
You tried it hoe, that shit ain’t work
You tried it hoe, that shit ain’t work

[Verse 2: Yung Miami]
Uh
I’m a rap bitch goals
I could never get chose
Bitch, he wanna be with me
Yeah
And he a rap nigga say he independent
But I got him in a 360
Trick something, he gon’ pull up to the crib and lick something
Every time I’m mad at him
He gon’ show up with something
(Trap nigga) Got him buying gifts for my friends
(Trap nigga) Make him spend his re-up on a Benz
(Trap nigga) Do I really love him, it depends?
(Trap nigga) Last one I hit up for a 10
Ride on him, get up on that dick and take a spin
Bae with me but I got a nigga paying rent

[Chorus: JT & Yung Miami]
You tried it hoe, that shit ain’t work
You made him bae, I fucked him first
I took his check, you got a purse
He pay my bills, yo ass at work
You tried it hoe, that shit ain’t work
You tried it hoe, that shit ain’t work

[Outro]
Ain’t that DJ chose over there?
Look like DJ chose

Play this song

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Uh, better listen closely, ayy
Shoot a pussy nigga acting nosy, yeah
It’s just Big 14 and Lil Mosey, yeah
Fuck that ho, you treat her like a trophy, huh (DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Niggas be talkin’ shit, but they ain’t with that shit for real
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass killed
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass spilled
You ain’t really real, you ain’t with that shit, for real
Nigga, this ain’t that, for real, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you’s a lick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you should quit, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
This ain’t that for real, this ain’t that, for real

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
No, legit, you’s a bitch, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
Odell with the pick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
I’m a fucking walking lick, but nigga, this ain’t that for real
Yeah, yeah
Shoot him with this chopper, make his body dance, uh
Chopper get to bustin’, do the runnin’ man, uh
Would’ve threw a party, I ain’t got no friends, uh
All my niggas brothers and that’s to the end, uh
Would’ve used a Glock but I used the FN
Shooting .223’s, you a dead man, uh
Typical to shoot at your head, man
Where the fuck you ‘posed to keep a headband?
Like you hoop, big bro, we balling, the way that we shooting (That we shooting)
I got rings, I got rings, bitch, not Melo, uh
Bitch, I’m with the slimes, Donatello, uh
Let me eat that kitty, baby, Hello, uh (Huh)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Niggas be talkin’ shit, but they ain’t with that shit for real
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass killed
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass spilled
You ain’t really real, you ain’t with that shit, for real
Nigga, this ain’t that, for real, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you’s a lick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you should quit, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
This ain’t that for real, this ain’t that, for real

[Verse 2: Lil Mosey]
I’m with 14, we gon’ float through smokin’ OG
This bitch loud, it’s some gas, got me choking
Walking through my city, shaking bullets off me
Know my riches ’cause these bitch look how it’s flexin’
You ain’t with the shits, I can tell, bullets, they hot as hell (Boom)
Thinking ’bout buying a well and a new crib for my mama, uh
Always pull up with some drums, but nigga, I’m riding with gunners, uh
I’m just wondering what Kari would do
Beatin’ his case, so I got him a jewel
Take it with slatt them, we ain’t doing no acting
Slide down, let you have it, we still causing havoc (Uh-huh)
Big bro, I did it again, no, I don’t wanna be friends
I turn a five to a ten, money, I’m throwing a band
Backwood, I’m smoking on gas, I’m finna fuck her then pass
Skrrt ’til I hop in a Wraith, and I’m running from 12 and I’m doing the dash (12)
Ooh, dripping like water
And she wanna fuck ’cause money up on her

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Niggas be talkin’ shit, but they ain’t with that shit for real
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass killed
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass spilled
You ain’t really real, you ain’t with that shit, for real
Nigga, this ain’t that, for real, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you’s a lick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you should quit, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
This ain’t that for real, this ain’t that, for real

Play this song

[Intro]
No flaws
King Von
I ain’t got no flaws
No flaws
King Von
DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger

[Chorus]
I ain’t got no flaws
So please don’t bring your ho ’round me
I brush my teeth, then floss
These diamonds, ain’t no cavities
Boy, I got all this sauce
Foreign bitches be on me
Got diamonds in my watch
I can’t tell what time it is

[Verse 1]
Bitch, get out, now walk
Told these hoes ’bout playin’ with me
And he outlined in chalk
All my bullets RIP’s
She left me, haha
Man, these hoes be so funny
And you know how I rock
All these hoes in love with me
When I pull up, they run
All the opps, they run from me
And they call me King Von
K-I-N-G-V-O-N, say

[Chorus]
I ain’t got no flaws
So please don’t bring your ho ’round me
I brush my teeth, then floss
These diamonds, ain’t no cavities
Boy, I got all this sauce
Foreign bitches be on me
Got diamonds in my watch
I can’t tell what time it is

[Verse 2]
I don’t wanna talk
Baby, don’t you talk to me
And my new house, I bought
Closet big, come walk in it
And three-car my garage
I just put a horse in it
I don’t like her no more
It ain’t no point in forcing it
And Von, he the G.O.A.T
I be ducking all the pigs
I turn up at my shows
I swear I love all my fans

[Chorus]
I ain’t got no flaws
So please don’t bring your ho ’round me
I brush my teeth, then floss
These diamonds, ain’t no cavities
Boy, I got all this sauce
Foreign bitches be on me
Got diamonds in my watch
I can’t tell what time it is
I ain’t got no flaws
So please don’t bring your ho ’round me
I brush my teeth, then floss
These diamonds, ain’t no cavities
Boy, I got all this sauce
Foreign bitches be on me
Got diamonds in my watch
I can’t tell what time it is

Play this song

[Intro: KRS-One]
Hey, I can’t find nothing on the radio
Yo, turn to that station

[Refrain: Michael Stipe]
The world is collapsing around our ears
I turned up the radio, but I can’t hear it

[Verse 1: Michael Stipe and KRS-One]
When I got to the house and I called you out
I could tell that you had been crying, crying
It’s that same sing song on the radio
It makes me sad
I meant to turn it off
To say goodbye
To leave in quiet
See ya!
That radio song
Hey, hey, hey
Hup, hup

[Pre-Chorus: Michael Stipe]
I’ve everything to show (Everything to show)
I’ve everything to hide (Everything to hide)
Look into my eyes
Listen

[Verse 2: Michael Stipe and KRS-One]
When I got to the show
Yo, ho, ho
I could tell that you had been crying, crying
It’s that same sing song and the DJ sucks
DJ sucks!
It makes me sad
I tried to turn it off
Turn it off!
To say goodbye, my love
That radio song
Hey, hey, hey (Hey, hey)

[Refrain: Michael Stipe]
The world is collapsing around our ears
I turned up the radio, but I can’t hear it
Yeah

[Ad-lib: KRS-One]
Yeah
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Hup, hup

[Interlude: Michael Stipe and KRS-One]
I tried to sing along
But damn that radio song
Yeah
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

[Refrain: Michael Stipe]
I’ve everything to show
(Everything to show)
I’ve everything to hide
(Everything to hide)
Look into my eyes, listen to the radio
I turned up the radio, but I can’t hear it
No, I can’t hear it

[Interlude: Michael Stipe and KRS-One]
Hey, hey, hey
Say what?
Hey, hey, hey
Let me do that with you
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Yeah, boom!
Hey, hey, hey
Say what, say what, say what?
Hey, hey, hey
Check it out!

[Outro: KRS-One]
What are you saying? What are you playing?
Who are you obeying day out and day in?
Huh! Baby, baby, baby, baby
That stuff is driving me crazy
DJs communicate to the masses
Sex and violent classes
Now our children grow up prisoners
All their lives, radio listeners!

Play this song

[Intro]
This is a Missy Elliot exclusive

[Refrain]
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Missy in this bitch doin’ shit you ain’t never seen
Missy in this bitch doin’ shit you ain’t never seen
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it (Stop)

[Verse 1]
Back in this bitch, Missy hoppin’ out the sunroof
I got ’bout hundred coupes, shooters with me, hundred troops
Got a hundred bands, goin’ H.A.M., we don’t give a damn
It go up and down, ’round and ’round like a ceiling fan
‘Round like a ceiling fan
‘Round like a ceiling fan
‘Round like a ceiling fan
‘Round like a ceiling fan

[Refrain]
Cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off

[Verse 2]
Break a sweat, make ’em lose control, ain’t no AC
Goin’ hard, tempo forty-four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel like Jay-Z (Stop)

[Refrain]
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off (Stop)

[Verse 3]
Play this again, I’m finna win
Finna go off, finna go in
Me and my friends, yeah, we on ten
And the song never ends, no, the song never ends
Body shaped like a fisheye lens
I’ll make it drop, yeah, I’ll make it bend
Cool off ’til I feel the wind
Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Way too high to get over me
Way too low to get under my skin
All the DJ’s gon’ hit that spin
I’ma play this again and again and again (Stop)

[Interlude]
Cool off
Woo
Cool off, woo (Stop)
Woo

[Refrain]
Cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it

Play this song

[Intro]
Yeah, nigga, I’ma talk about BasedWorld, man
These niggas talk about I did what?
I got so many motherfuckin’ bitches
(Fuck it! Talk to a nigga!
I know the BasedGod!)

[Verse 1]
I know the BasedGod, yeah
Catch me out in Rhode Island (swag)
I’ma fuck yo’ bitch till she cryin’
All my young niggas wildin’
Albany, bitch, we gettin’ violent
Tell that nigga quit hidin’
Tell that fat nigga I’m the real don
I’ma fuck his bitch where the hills are

[Hook]
Rhode Island!
Shout out Rhode Island! (Figaro!)

[Verse 2]
I’ma give money to the DJ (swag)
I’ma tell that nigga go replay
I know Lil B
Yeah, nigga, I know Lil B
Shout out to the BasedGod
Nigga, I said “thank you BasedGod”
Huh? It ain’t no fuckin’ drop
Huh? (Woo!) Yeah, nigga, we gon’ fuckin’ drop
Another body drop, it’s OK
It’s OK
Give a fuck what a nigga gotta say
Gotta say
Take that hoodie off, bitch, you look gay
You look gay
All my niggas goin’ dumb up in the bay
In the bay

[Hook]
Rhode Island!
Shout out Rhode Island!

Play this song

[Intro]
DJ on the beat so it’s a banger

[Chorus]
All this clout shit, you chasin’ that, Balenciaga, space cadet
I don’t even fuck with niggas, I’d just rather chase a check
Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks
I’m the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain’t ate it yet
I’ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
Can’t no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red, I can’t find the Act

[Verse 1]
Off a lotta pills, kissin’ bitches, ew
Designer junkie, yeah, only top Chanel
Don’t get caught with the scale, bro ‘nem died in the field
We had to split our meals, went half for hotels
Gotta watch your mans, that’s the beauty of the streets
Look at me and my bitch, that shit Beauty and the Beast
Never call my phone about the opps ’cause ain’t no peace
Man this shit for real, found out my homie, he police

[Chorus]
All this clout shit, you chasin’ that, Balenciaga, space cadet
I don’t even fuck with niggas, I’d just rather chase a check
Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks
I’m the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain’t ate it yet
I’ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
Can’t no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red, I can’t find the Act

[Verse 2]
Funeral, suit and tie, I’ll shoot for the guys
Takin’ shrooms on me now, car go vroom on them now
I got groupies on me now, I got Gucci on me now
I put blood in Masha Allah, I got kufis with me now
Feel like I’m dyin’, I’m too high, Pluto died in the Chi
Got me ridin’ around, hunnid rounds on him now
Hunnid rounds on him now
Pluto died in the Chi, Pluto…

[Chorus]
All this clout shit, you chasin’ that, Balenciaga, space cadet
I don’t even fuck with niggas, I’d just rather chase a check
Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks
I’m the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain’t ate it yet
I’ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
Can’t no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red, I can’t find the Act

Play this song

[Intro]
Fort Lauda-
Doe go round di order
Watch nuh bad man ting, some bad bwoy ting, zeen?

[Verse 1]
Yo, mi just touch dung inna London (hmm mmm)
Break up di tree lemme bun one
Mi send gyal fi di gun man
Disrespect, we a done man
From mi touch dung New York
Spend money we nuh do talk
Front end hot, mi need fi cool off
High grade mi buss two cough (*cough cough*)
See dem a pree me
Cause we a get gyal easy
Scammer friends have CC
Walk through, everything free, yuh nuh easy
We ago link in Toronto
Weed affi bun inna fronto
Mi nuh have time fi nuh convo
Yo my gyal, fawud to di condo
When mi ex wah text me
So mi know say mi look sexy
Badmind people dem vex me
Bwoy dem wah fi arrest me
Likkle pussy bwoy dem
This time, fuck off gyal dem fi di fifth time
Feds wah di man dem shipped off
Lift up di finger, pish posh
Likkle- mi say “who you?”
Mi clothes and mi shoes dem new new
When di man dem approach like “who’s who?”
Every bloodclaat bwoy inna mi crew shoot

[Bridge]
Easy, we a fuck nuff gyal easy
Buss two shot fi di DJ
When dem hear dis dem a replay, replay
Easy, dem bwoy betta gwaan easy
Dem bwoy betta gwaan easy
Cyah move wicked inna my face, my face

[Verse 2]
Yo, mi step out the trap inna Brampton
Mi know say mi look handsome
VC, this a di anthem
Big batty gyal inna mi phantom
See me just land inna Miami
Di ting weh mi bring is a eye candy
Hennessey straight, we nuh buy Brandy
Lay pon di beach, tan line sandy
When mi land inna yaad
Every bloodclaat ting mad
Bless up di yutes and mi dawgs
Free up Kartel, World Boss
Mi done off di stage in di venue
Run it up at the Holt Renfrew
Bless up di dawgs we a send through
Jerk inna OVO menu

[Bridge]
Easy, we a fuck nuff gyal easy
Buss two shot fi di DJ
When dem hear dis dem a replay, replay
Easy, dem bwoy betta gwaan easy
Dem bwoy betta gwaan easy
Cyah move wicked inna my face, my face
Easy, we a fuck nuff gyal easy
Buss two shot fi di DJ
When dem hear dis dem a replay, replay
Easy, dem bwoy betta gwaan easy
Dem bwoy betta gwaan easy
Cyah move wicked inna my face, my face

[Intro: Lil Durk]
In this motherfucker smellin’ like a hundred racks
Smellin’ good with this Bond No. 9 (Hitmaka)
Hundred racks, hundred racks, hundred racks, oh my God
Mari beats, turn me up, up

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign & Lil Durk]
It’s all these diamonds on her ’cause she mine (She mine)
Yeah I do this shit for fun (For fun)
Champagne showers ’til she cum (‘Til she cum)
I just popped a perc for everyone (Everyone)
Wraith, watch, PCA drop (Turn up)
Time machine the road, suicide the top (Top)
Down town parking lot, penthouse shot (Turn up)
You just wifed a thot, she up but she not (Yeah yeah)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Lil Durk]
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (On my jewelry)
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (On my jewelry)
You say, you say that’s your mans, are you sure-y? (Are you sure-y?)
He done told on the whole squad, no sorry (Turn up, come on)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
I just blew a big bag today on my diamonds (Turn up, come on)
Everything too real, be honest
Uh, uh, we be pushing the Porsche in the trenches (Skrrt)
Came a long way hopping fences
Cash, credit, shawty fix her titties
But these niggas don’t get it, ooh
I just bet 100K on Floyd, oh (Cash)
I ain’t going if I ain’t on that floor, oh
100K bust out the plastic (Turn up)
100K flood out the Patek
West coast we hot in (JoJo)
Fuck around, hide in the attic (Go, go)
Uh uh, tell that DJ play this shit right back, uh-huh (Turn up)
Young fly nigga, pick up where he slack (Where he slack, ayy)
Too hot up in this club, get off my back (Get off my back, ayy)
Don’t wanna hit your cup if it’s not Act, Act

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry)
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry)
You say, you say that’s your mans, are you sure-y? (sure-y)
He done told on the whole squad, no sorry

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Yeah, look at my wrist, that’s a Patek, yeah
Look at my neck, that’s another Patek, yeah
Givenchy sweats with a Moncler vest, yeah
Fuck my ex, fuck all my exes, yeah
She cut me off, so I fuck her best friend, yeah
She hit me up and I seen a message, yeah
Smith & Wesson, fuck a Tekken, yeah
Hit his head then that’s a dead man, yeah
Hit his head now he a dead man, ooh
Hit his head now learn a lesson, ooh
I’m so blessed now, I’m a blessing, ooh
You a dub now, I’m finessing you

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry)
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry)
You say, you say that’s your mans, are you sure-y? (sure-y)
He done told on the whole squad, no sorry

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s all these diamonds on her ’cause she mine (Wow)
Yeah I do this shit for fun (Fun)
Champagne showers ’til she cum (‘Til she cum)
I just popped a perc for everyone (Everyone)

[Verse: 1]
Only one conversation
Getting you to my place, yeah
We can have a situation
All you gotta do is say yeah
But do you really wanna stop now
You already let me see
What it could be
And right now I don’t want you to go without me

[Chorus]
It seems like every time
I tried to get through to you
Try to slip my way, baby
In my mind we get this right, eh
You decide to stay
Wasn’t suppose to end like this
We should keep dancing
I don’t want to go home like this
Baby give me this one last wish
Can you move your hips like this
Do a little twist
Turn that thing around then dip
And then we in a zone like this
Keep it going like this, yeah

[Verse: 2]
Look at us on the floor now
I’m digging everything I like your smile
Only wanna stay a little while
But you ain’t gotta go, no
DJ playing my song now
It’s my turn to feel you out
Cause baby you know that
All I wanna do is just stay with you, baby

[Chorus]
It seems like every time
I tried to get through to you
Try to slip my way, baby
In my mind we get this right, eh
You decide to stay, oh ho
Wasn’t suppose to end like this
We should keep dancing
I don’t wanna go home like this
Baby give me this one last wish
Can you move your hips like this
Do a little twist
Turn that thing around then dip
And when we in a zone like this
Keep going like this, yeah

[Bridge]
Something about the way I get a rise when you next to me
I don’t wanna be apart, yeah yeah
Damn I’m loving this spotlight
You turning me on, on, on, oh, yeah

[Chorus]
It wasn’t suppose end like this
We should keep dancing
I don’t wanna go home like this
Baby give me this one last wish
Can you move your hips like this
Do a little twist
Turn that thing around then dip
And when we in a zone like this
Keep going like this, yeah

[Verse 1]
(Uh, let me loose)
Oooh, I’m overdue
Give me some room, comin’ through
Paid my dues, I’m in the mood
Me and my girls come to shake the room
DJ spinnin’, show your hands
Let’s get dirrty, that’s my jam
I need that, uh to get me off
Sweatin’ ’til my clothes come off
It’s explosive, speakers are thumpin’
Still jumpin’, six in the mornin’
Table dancin’, glasses are crashin’
No question, time for some action
Temperature’s up ’bout to erupt
Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise

[Hook]
Gonna get rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancin’, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

[Verse 2]
Ah, heat is up
Ladies, fellas drop your cups
Bodies packed, front to back
Move your ass; I like that
Tight hip huggers (low for sure)
Shake a little somethin’ (on the floor)
I need that (uh) to get me off
Sweatin’ ’til my clothes come off
Let’s get open, cause a commotion
Still goin’, eight in the mornin’
There’s no stoppin’, we keep it poppin’
Hard rockin’, everyone’s talkin’
Give all you got (give it to me), just hit the spot
Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise

[Hook]
Rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival
Rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

[Bridge]
Here it comes, it’s the one you been waitin’ on
Get up, get it rough, yup, that’s what’s up
Givin’ just what you love to the maximum
Uh-oh (uh-oh), here we go (here we go)
What to do when the music starts to drop
That’s when we take it to the parking lot
And I bet you somebody’s gonna call the cops
Uh-oh (uh-oh), here we go (here we go)
Here we go (here we go)
Go, go, go…

[Hook]
Gonna get Rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival
Rowdy, gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

[Outro]
DJ spinnin’

[Intro]
Show your hands, show your hands…

[Verse 1]
Oooh, I’m overdue
Give me some room, comin’ through
Paid my dues, I’m in the mood
Me and my girls come to shake the room
DJ spinnin’, show your hands
Let’s get dirrty, that’s my jam
I need that, uh to get me off
Sweatin’ ’til my clothes come off
It’s explosive, speakers are thumpin’
Still jumpin’, six in the mornin’
Table dancin’, glasses are crashin’
No question, time for some action
Temperature’s up ’bout to erupt
Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise

[Hook]
Gonna get rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancin’, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

[Verse 2]
Ah, heat is up
Ladies, fellas drop your cups
Bodies packed, front to back
Move your ass; I like that
Tight hip huggers (low for sure)
Shake a little somethin’ (on the floor)
I need that (uh) to get me off
Sweatin’ ’til my clothes come off
Let’s get open, cause a commotion
Still goin’, eight in the mornin’
There’s no stoppin’, we keep it poppin’
Hard rockin’, everyone’s talkin’
Give all you got (give it to me), just hit the spot
Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise

[Hook]
Rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival
Rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

[Bridge]
Here it comes, it’s the one you been waitin’ on
Get up, get it rough, yup, that’s what’s up
Givin’ just what you love to the maximum
Uh-oh (uh-oh), here we go (here we go)
What to do when the music starts to drop
That’s when we take it to the parking lot
And I bet you somebody’s gonna call the cops
Uh-oh (uh-oh), here we go (here we go)

[Hook]
Gonna get Rowdy
Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival
Rowdy, gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry
Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancing, getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time for my arrival

[Outro]
DJ spinnin’ (spinnin’, spinnin’)

[Intro: Tee Grizzly]
If there ain’t no bag involved, If there ain’t no bag involved
PnB to the D, Grizzly gang, ride with us
DJ on the beat with some bangers!

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzly]
I’m not gon’ talk to you for long if there ain’t no bag involved
I don’t indulge with the [?], go get the man in charge
You don’t want this Glock to line you up, it’ll push you back too far
My shooter’s Queen Latifah, they’ll set it of(brrrrrahh)
Hundred point and my car is large, we so ahead of y’all(can’t touch)
We got more bread than y’all(broke bitch)
Your bitch, we share her dawg(ho bitch)
These bitches scared of y’all(they scared of you niggas man)
They know you gon’ tell it all(gospel ass niggas shut the f**k up)
No cap(No cap), No rap(no rap)
I can stand on a bentley(stand on a skrrt)
I own dat(I own dat)
You f**kin’ with snitches(f**kin’ with rats)
Cold rats(cold rats)
Y’all niggas want smoke(nigga want smoke)
Blow dat(blow dat)

[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
I ain’t takin’ no pictures, free Kodak(free dat nigga)
Ridin’ ’round wit a stick(brrr)
You know dat(you know dat shit)
Nigga got my name in his mouth(huh), you toe tag(brrr)
F**k around might run in you house, where your ho at?
I was just eatin’ them noodles, now I’m eatin’ that caviar
Ridin’ ’round in the fastest cars, Instagram hoes, I smash ’em all
These niggas broke, we laugh at y’all(haha)
Now you havin’ no cash at all(broke)
Niggas just be actin’ hard, I’mma wind up smackin’ y’all(bitch)

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
Which one of your niggas hoes(your niggas hoes)
I’mma go at(I’mma go at), ha your mans got dropped
Where his hoe ass?(yeah)
Right f**k these niggas, they ain’t get no pass
And f**k these bitches, they broke ass
You can’t make it out Detroit ‘less you play basketball
If the ops listenin’ just know we keepin’ tabs on y’all, huh
We call y’all black ice ’cause we always slidin’ on y’all
Nigga this chop run outta bullets, I’mma put the .45 on y’all

[Verse 4: PnB Rock]
You must wanna die, f**kin’ with me and my gang
Niggas gon’ slide if you’re missin’ my name(gang)
Don’t come outside(come outside), ‘less you want feel that flame
Lil’ nigga better stay in your lane ‘fore [?] get changed
Won’t make it out Philly unless you a rapper dawg, unless you a trapper dawg, still might leave in a casket dawg
And that’s the saddest part
Niggas ridin’ ’round with dracos, [?]in’ from the ops and the [?]
I can’t even trust my main ho, damn

[Outro: Tee Grizzley & PnB Rock]
You can’t make it out Detroit ‘less you play basketball
If thee ops listenin’ just know we keepin’ tabs on y’all, huh
Won’t make it out Philly unless you a rapper dawg, unless you a trapper dawg, still might leave in a casket dawg
And that’s the saddest part

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Hey baby
Even though you break my heart
I still love you

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sorry
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like forgive me (forgive me)
And you can say, baby (baby)
My baby, can I hold you tonight?
And maybe if I told you the right words
Ooh, at the right time
You be Nas

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo
That bitch is always flippin’
You niggas never listen
We make a perfect team
Balling Jordan and Scottie Pippen
But I’ma let you dip in
That wax sauce drippin’
Said that when you with a boss bitch, now you can tell the difference
You be like jungle digger
I don’t want another nigga
I wanna make you ’bout a legend, but I make you bigger
Tinkerbell, Peter Pan
No bitches badder than me when I pull up
Got ’em screaming like a temper tan
Ayo, DJ, drop the beat
My gun didn’t fall but I drop the heat
I love how we kept it on the low, mad discreet (I’m in a rush)
Pass me the keys to my jeep (truck)
I hit ’em with it, I’mma kill ’em with that wine wine
Ain’t losin’ watches, but with me, he always find time
We keep it classy when we eatin’ it’s that fine dine
But between love and hate, baby, it’s a fine line

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sorry
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like forgive me (forgive me)
And you can say, baby (baby)
My baby can I hold you tonight?
And maybe if I told you the right words
Ooh, at the right time
You be Nas

[Verse 2: Nas]
A mack
I used to mack with the MAC on me
Project parties, lights off, mad horny
Dutty wine and feel the gun I’m hidin’
She still grindin’ on me, smilin’ at me
I’m like “Hi, I’m Nasty”
God bless ya, met ya
Thought you were sexy as ever
Flexing with your ex, I couldn’t disrespect ya
Later on, I undress ya, couldn’t wait to sex ya
Made a nigga wait so long, but it was special
Light travel faster than sound
Lightning strike one second every point two miles
So when you first saw me emerge from a weed cloud
Electricity touch your soul, that’s how I get down
Gangsta love
Completing each other
Touching tongues so close, we could breathe for each other
Untouchable boy with the illustrious girl
But maybe being together’s too much for the world, sorry

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sorry
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like forgive me (forgive me)
And you can say, baby (baby)
My baby can I hold you tonight?
And maybe if I told you the right words
Ooh, at the right time
You be Nas

Kelly, can you handle this?
Michelle, can you handle this?
Beyonce, can you handle this?
I don’t think they can handle this

Love he
Love she
Love harmony
Love destiny

Woo
Better move, cause we’ve arrived
Lookin’ sexy, lookin’ fly
Baddest chick, chick inside
DJ, jam tonight
Spotted me, a tender thang
There you are, come on baby
Don’t you wanna dance with me?
Can you handle, handle me?

You gotta do much better
If you’re gonna dance with me tonight
You gotta work your jelly
If you’re gonna dance with me tonight
Read my lips carefully, if you like what you see
Move, groove, prove you can hang with me
By the looks I got you shook up and scared of me
Buckle your seat belt, it’s time for takeoff

Woo
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny

Woo
I’m about to break you off
H-town goin’ hard, read my hips
Slap my thighs, swing my hair
Squint my eyes
Lookin’ hot, smellin’ good
Groovin’ like I’m from the hood
Over my shoulder I blow you a kiss
Can you handle, handle this?

Woo
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny

Move your body up and down
Make your booty touch the ground
I can’t help but wonder why
My vibe’s too vibealacious for you babe

I shake my jelly at every chance
When I whip with my hips you slip into a trance
I’m hoping you can handle all this jelly that I have
Now let’s cut a rug while we scat some jazz, yeah

Pa pa de do da-de
Pa pa de do da-de do
Pa de-de oh
Pa de-de oh
Pow pow pow pow

Woo
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny

Baby can you handle this?
Baby can you handle this?
Baby can you handle this?
I don’t think you can handle this

Woo
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny

Woo
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for destiny
I don’t think you’re ready for this (destiny’s child)
Love you, love me
Come on, love destiny

Love destiny

[Hook]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!

[Verse 1]
Independent like a motherfucker [?]
Build another twenty schools
Let’s show em how we ball
I ride for my city, I ride for my dawgs
Hit the mayor at the show
New Year’s Eve, boy it’s on
Man it’s on in the [?]
Mr. 3-0-5, Mr. Took over the world
Mr. Stay-on-fire, Mr. Fuckboy-Free
Mr. Fuckboy-Please
Mr. Got-the-whole-game-on-its-knees
Let’s ride

[Hook]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!

[Verse 2]
Baby I got A-D-D, a delicious dick
And I’m ready to act a fool in this bitch
This chico stay slick, this chico stay lit
Imma change my name to Mr. Stay-rich
Been getting loose, been getting paid
3-0-5 representer, been repping Dade
I’m a chico in the game that spit that flame
That spit that fire, now let’s get off the chain
Let’s ride

[Hook]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!

[Bridge]
Go DJ, Go DJ, the DJ’s on fire
No pare, sigue, sigue
Go DJ, Go DJ, the DJ’s on fire
No pare, sigue, sigue

[Hook]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn!

[Outro]
Burn motherfucker, Burn!

(feat. MC Kekel, Lil Debbie, Bok Nero, MC Gustta)

[Verse 1: Bok Nero]
Yellow Claw just hit my line
So let’s get this fucking money
When I start, keep it coming
I like hundreds, I like twenties
Got a bitch that look like Charlie
And her pussy taste like honey
I lay pipe just like a plumber
She can feel it in her tummy
Like my women, like my cars
Auto foreign, auto foreign
She ain’t flex to do it all
Guess she boring, guess she boring
That say Polo on my boxers
That’s Ralph Lauren, that’s Ralph Lauren
Hit it then that paper chasing
Where you going? Yeah, I’m going, waah
Everything I ever do, know I do it to the max
I don’t tell no lie to you
It’s the truth, it’s a fact
All I know is hustle hard
Make a friend, bring it back
You know all my money dirty
All I know is trap-trap-trap

[Chorus: Lil Debbie]
All about that boom-boom-boom
Don’t exhaust go vroom (vroom)
All about that ching-ching-ching
Make the rest go bling (bling)
All about that bam-bam-bam
Pouring gas in my blunt (blunt)
All about that green-green-green
Bitch, I flex so mean

[Verse 2: Lil Debbie]
Yellow Claw just hit my blunt
They know all my shit is fire
If you need it, what you want?
Got that flame I’m the supplier
If your goal is getting higher
I’m that bitch, just hit my line
Cashed a hundred grand in debts
No time to pay these hoes no mind
Swear to God, Debbie doing just fine
A lot of new money from my hands these days
Silly bitch never getting a dime
‘Cause I’ll be out of reach off of land these days
But my grind don’t lag from the jetlag
And the ink ain’t dried on my passport
Put it on for the town, you can bet that
Got the city on my back like a Jansport
Everything I ever do, just know I do it to the max
Like to double up my sex, if I go in and take ’em back
And I know to turn it out, I’m talking everywhere I’m at
Bitch, I made it out the hood and we ain’t going back to that

[Chorus: Lil Debbie]
All about that boom-boom-boom
Don’t exhaust go vroom (vroom)
All about that ching-ching-ching
Make the rest go bling (bling)
All about that bam-bam-bam
Pouring gas in my blunt (blunt)
All about that green-green-green
Bitch, I flex so mean

[Verse 3: MC Gustta]
Vai, gostosa, vai, danada
Mexe a bunda, mexe a raba
Mostra toda a sua pegada
Vai, não para, não para
Tá terrível, tá treinada
Na minha cama tu é braba
Eu na pose de quebrada
Ela joga na cara, vai
Movimento gostoso, ela quica pro pai
Senta que senta gostoso demais
Ela mostra pras mina como é que se faz
Vai, vai, vai, vai
Ela sabe que os cara não captam a dor
Ela quer se envolver com nós na vida boa
Se quer se envolver tem que se doar toda
Essa bunda que mexe, essa nave que voa

[Chorus: Lil Debbie]
All about that boom-boom-boom
Don’t exhaust go vroom (vroom)
All about that ching-ching-ching
Make the rest go bling (bling)
All about that bam-bam-bam
Pouring gas in my blunt (blunt)
All about that green-green-green
Bitch, I flex so mean

[Verse 4: MC Kekel]
Porque hoje deixa ela chegar
Que ela quer dançar, quer se acabar
Admiro ela rebolando
Ela tá dançando, todo mundo quer olhar
Mas que popozão, desce até o chão
Eu hoje mirei na morena
Ela gosta desse negão
Eu bem sei que ela quer dançar
Que ela quer beber, vai se acabar
Tô pedindo pra esse DJ soltar o som pra rebolar
Deixa ela dançar
She knows I’m in love to no one
I love your bumbum

[Chorus: Lil Debbie]
All about that boom-boom-boom
Don’t exhaust go vroom (vroom)
All about that ching-ching-ching
Make the rest go bling (bling)
All about that bam-bam-bam
Pouring gas in my blunt (blunt)
All about that green-green-green
Bitch, I flex so mean

(We’ll have a good, We’ll have a good, good time)
The sun just dropped, the bottles all popped
We did the molly wop, the party don’t stop
The models came out, the fellas swagged out
We did another round, and then I passed out
All we wanna have is a good time
We’ll have a good, good time

Any time is a good time
Do it now it’s due time
Grab a friend get loose now
Party like it’s a luau
A good time, let’s have it
I’m tired of doin’ it average
I wanna chill with Jay-Z in Dallas
I’ll convince the Carter like Mavericks
Bottoms up, fill my cup, DJ turn the volume up
We don’t even need the club
All we need is all of us
And the homies – they all wanna follow us
So I put them all up in my tour bus
We can find the time, anytime, for a great time
If they wanna hate then they ain’t getting play time
Can’t get to me then we can do face time
In the day time, please just name the place and time

(We’ll have a good, We’ll have a good, good time)
The sun just dropped, the bottles all popped
We did the molly wop, the party don’t stop
The models came out, the fellas swagged out
We did another round, and then I passed out
All we wanna have is a good time
We’ll have a good, good time

We ’bout to blast off
Three, two, one, shake that ass off
Get it now it’s a dance off
Slo Down, boy take that mask off
Who wants to see me fly like a rocket?
Over my mom’s 3 car garages
Yeah i’m crazy baby, like i’m Swayze
Maybe if you paid me I’d be in office
Me for President, smokin’ with residents
Callin’ it medicine, livin’ like Jefferson
Everybody swimming in a pool full of liquor
Got my game face on lookin’ like a winner
Models everywhere, in the Lou we call ’em strippers
Countin’ figures while i’m hangin’ on the big dipper
Molly woppin’ got me feelin kinda sicker
But if i pass out, i’ll dream bigger

(We’ll have a good, We’ll have a good, good time)
The sun just dropped, the bottles all popped
We did the molly wop, the party don’t stop
The models came out, the fellas swagged out
We did another round, and then I passed out
All we wanna have is a good time
We’ll have a good, good time

And then I passed out (I passed out, passed out)
All we wanna have is a good time

The sun just dropped, the bottles all popped
We did the molly wop, the party don’t stop
The models came out, the fellas swagged out
We did another round, and then I passed out
All we wanna have is a good time
We’ll have a good, good time

[Verse]
Sky full of stars, gas in the car
Sun shining in the shot gun seat
Me and the FM, she’s got us dialed in
Pacific city I was 17,
With the top down, turn it on, turn it up, hey,
Little summer night symphany
When the DJ lit up the air waves
We were dancing baby 1 2 3

[Chorus]
Out here in the country, don’t need nothin’
But me, a girl and a radio
No it ain’t compicated it’s what we make it,
Me, a girl and a radio
Takin’ it fast, takin’ it slow,
Takin’ her anywhere we want to go
Out here in the country, don’t need nothin
But me, a girl and a radio

[Verse]
Well I got one life, and it feels right
With you standin’ next to me
And all we’ve been through, it’s always been you
Aus2 E
Thick and thin since 17
With the top down, turn it on, turn it up, hey
Little summer night symphany
And when the DJ lit up the airwaves,
We were dancing baby 1 2 3

[Chorus]
Out here in the country, don’t need nothin’
But me, a girl and a radio
No it ain’t compicated it’s what we make it,
Me, a girl and a radio
Takin’ it fast, takin’ it slow,
Takin’ her anywhere we want to go
Out here in the country, don’t need nothin
But me, a girl and a radio

[Bridge]
A boy don’t need more than this
Than a sing a long song and an all night kiss
A boy don’t need more than this
Than a sing a long song and an all night kiss

[Chorus]
Out here in the country, don’t need nothin’
But me, a girl and a radio
No it ain’t compicated it’s what we make it,
Me, a girl and a radio
Takin’ it fast, takin’ it slow,
Takin’ her anywhere we want to go
Out here in the country, don’t need nothin
But me, a girl and a radio

[Intro: Swoosh]
Uh, 516 on my neck now
Groupie hoes don’t know how to act now
I don’t really talk, I just back out
Cardo got wings
Give me head, but her brains like plaque out
Turn around, bend her over, blow her back out
When I’m done, I don’t care what she chat ’bout
‘Cause you know most the time I be

[Hook: Lord Infamous + Swoosh]
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc
Swoosh me up baby
Smoked out, smoked out
Swoosh me up baby
Loced out, loc, loc
Swoosh me up baby
Smoked out, smoked out
Wooh
Loced out, loc, loc
Swoosh me up baby
Smoked out, smoked out

[Verse 1: Swoosh]
Now this that big pimpin’
Dick so big, got me limpin’
Backwood rolled and my Hennesy sippin’
Can’t see my eyes, probably shades too tinted
Too hard to choose, got to keep a few with me
Ridin’ down the highway, it send me to hell
Who really my friend, I never can tell
Shit start nice, but it never end well
Please, save it for later
If the topic is not paper
Grinded real hard for my rep like a skater
Didn’t I tell you your boyfriend a hater
Won’t you come hang with a player
Girl, one thing for sure and for certain
None of these bitches are worth it
Baby, I’m awesome, I’m perfect
Be careful who you telling your secrets
Never know who you can beef with
Same one you callin’ your bro
Be the same one leaking all your different secrets
Never catch feelings, just peep shit
Don’t talk about it, just be it
Comin’ straight from the [?] shit
She got a man, but I’m the one she wanna be with
Why?
‘Cause they love my new song, it’s on replay
You wanna come hang by the DJ
We run through the bands like a relay
I ain’t got no sleep in like 3 days
But I been smokin’ and drinkin’
Don’t know what the fuck I been thinkin’
Tryna capture the moment, I’m not blinkin’

[Hook: Lord Infamous + Swoosh]
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc
Swoosh me up baby
Swoosh me up baby
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc
Swoosh me up baby
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc

[Verse 2: Swoosh]
Uh, I gave you the route, call me navigation
Put the glove on my dick like I’m Gary Payton
If they sleepin’ on me, they will be soon awakened
Always showin’ love, never catch me hatin’
This ain’t no cold competition
I really be rappin’, you should know the difference
All of my garments are tailored
I chuck you the swagger, but you still do not fit in
They all up in business
Dyin’ to know how a young nigga livin’
Tell ’em I’m good, I’m good
And I don’t gotta explain what’s understood
You zero, you can’t be a hero
And your bitch go wherever that we go
And I [?] like CeeLo
And I’m knockin’ her down like free throws
Swish, bottom of the net, it’s easy

[Hook: Lord Infamous + Swoosh]
Swoosh me up baby
Smoked out, smoked out
Swoosh me up baby
Loced out, loc, loc
Swoosh me up baby
Smoked out, smoked out
Swoosh me up baby
Loced out, loc, loc
Bounce

[Outro: Lord Infamous]
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc
Smoked out, smoked out

(feat. Rico Love)

[Intro: Rico Love]
Yeah
Everybody get down
Shy
Turn the lights on

[Verse 1: Junglepussy]
Rollin’ with the punch
Thighs thick as [?]
Pussy never fuckin’ like a song
If your blunts be fuckin’ light ’em up
It’s goin’ on about a couple months
You know that I need it more than once
But I will repeat it more than once
Gotta beat it up until I hush
Gotta hear me out, my needs and wants
You can fill it out, my weave, my bundles
Pack me for your lunch then eat it up
You know that I keep it heated up
Fantasies are great if they tropical
Frontin’ on me is what you not gon’ do
Bitches on my body, so optical
I go with your love if it is logical (so crazy!)

[Chorus: Rico Love]
You about to make me tear this club up
Somebody tell the DJ that I love her
(Come let that nigga know that I’m)
And I’m willin’ to die ’bout this pussy, man
‘Bout to change my life up like I’m Gucci Mane
Everybody get down
You about to make me tear this club up
You about to make me tear this club up
Everybody get down
You about to make me tear this club up
You about to make me tear this club up

[Verse 2: Junglepussy]
Back up, back up, back up
Let me see it, let me breathe
Burnin’ trees, baby, feel the breeze
Don’t talk to me unless you talkin’ cheese (checks, accounts)
Overseas wanna see JP, gotta pay the fee
Call me if you horny, it’s alright (right, right, right)
You need me and I’m on the next flight (flight, flight, flight)
All of this for you, I keep it tight (tight, tight)
Diggin’ in my mind, what you gon’ find
I’m the kinda chick you see in your dreams
I’m the kinda chick to keep the grass green
This is type of night that [?]
This shit look like it could be real thing
The type of feelings make a nigga wanna sing (oh, baby!)
They probably [?]

[Chorus: Rico Love]
You about to make me tear this club up
Somebody tell the DJ that I love her
(Come let that nigga know that I’m)
And I’m willin’ to die ’bout this pussy, man
‘Bout to change my life up like I’m Gucci Mane
Everybody get down
You about to make me tear this club up
You about to make me tear this club up
Everybody get down
You about to make me tear this club up
You about to make me tear this club up