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(Traditional)

You know the guitar came to Europe with the gypsies 700 years ago
Spain brought the guitar to Mexico 400 years ago
U.S.A. picked a quarrel with Mexico and got Texas and California
And it also got the guitar and the guitar got us
It was Afro American people in the south
That worked out this way of playing it though
You know in Europe they usually play a guitar
But the Afro American peple worked out a way to play it
Just like a drum band

The base strings were played by a thumb with a steady beat
And the top strings were played
With the finger and got all the little off beats
Up in Syracuse there’s a 92 year old woman
Who wrote a song, which some of you may know
She plays it, who knows it?

Freight train, freight train goin’ so fast
Freight train, freight train goin’ so fast
Please don’t tell them which train I’m on
So they won’t know which route I’ve gone

When I die just bury me deep
Down at the foot of old Chestnut Street
So I can hear old number nine
As she goes roaring by

Freight train, freight train goin’ so fast
Freight train, freight train goin’ so fast
Please don’t tell them which train I’m on
So they won’t know which route I’ve gone

When I’m dead and in my grave
No more good times do I crave
Place the tombstone at my head and my feet
Tell my friends that I’ve gone to sleep

Freight train, freight train goin’ so fast
Freight train, freight train goin’ so fast
Please don’t tell them which train I’m on
So they won’t know which route I’ve gone

Voy a cantarles
El cantar de los cantares
La bella estrofa de este
Pueblo del señor

Estas cruzada con tu
Grito en el espacio
Dios si existe lo
Juraste con ardor

Pueblo de Mexico
En tu seno te cobija
Dando una muestra
De tu enseña y tu valor

Y con la sangre de
Los buenos mexicanos
Si es necesario
Apagaremos el clamor

Oh pueblo mio
Con tus propios ideales
Sigue adelante
Enseñando la verdad

Cuida a tus hijos
Que no caigan en desgracia
Dandole oido a la mentira
Y falsedad

Mexico entero
Que afirmaste tu creencia
Y considera venturoso
El porvenir

Es la fe que hay en tu pueblo
Es arraigada que constituye
Tu grandeza en el vivir
Haciendo un canto interminable
Que se ensancha con esta frase
Que escribimos con amor

Dios si existe
Pues es la verdad suprema
Y a los que duden
Les otorgue su perdon

Oh girl you satisfy me, you satisfy me
Oh girl you satisfy me, you satisfy me
As far as I see, oh girl you satisfy me
Roll it roll it roll it with me girl
Hold it girl control it with me yeah
Roll it in slow motion to me girl
When I’m lonely, will you roll it with me yeah
Come roll it with me
Roll it with me
Control it with me, roll it with me
Roll it with me
Control it with me, roll it with me
Roll it with me
Control it with me, roll it with me
Roll it with me
Control it with me, roll it with me

[Verse 1]
Destiny calls nigga, here we go
Surround the walls of Jericho
Your whole life feel like a mary-go
It’s round and round but very slow
I come from a town where it nearly snows
But yet you never know
My niggas what the hell we blow
Is near below so in principle I’m invincible
And I’ve been asking lately if the past will take me
Down this river like a basket baby
Will she ask to take me or assassinate me?
Cause I’m bat-shit crazy, asking baby
Basket baby, gotta get out of this casket baby
I’m asking lady, can master save me?
I’ve been tryna get back to mombasa
Taraba baby, Zaria baby
I was built from the house of Tara baby
Allah made me, grown in the Sahara baby
Every night was water and cassava baby
Destiny calls nigga, here we go
Climb over the boarder of Mexico
I guess you know who’s the next to blow
How I get this flow like Texaco
And no matter what they do they can’t affect it no
And the youth dem-ah never been respected no
It’s the professional yo, intellectual snow
DJs respect and select it yo

[Hook]
Roll it roll it roll it with me girl
Hold it girl control it with me yeah
Roll it in slow motion to me girl
When I’m lonely, will you roll it with me yeah
Come roll it with me
Roll it with me
Control it with me, roll it with me
Roll it with me
Control it with me, roll it with me
Roll it with me
Control it with me, roll it with me
Roll it with me
Control it with me, roll it with me

[Verse 2]
Destiny calls, in unism
Climb over the walls of Jerusalem
Confusing em, the music is moving em
It’s new to em, It’s like a hallucinogen
Basket baby, tryna get out of this casket baby
Asking lady will she ask to take me or assassinate me
Or she’ll castigate me cause I’m bat-shit crazy
Destiny calls, nigga here we wait
Over the walls of Babylon’s aluminum gates
Solution awaits, how many moon revolutions
Will it take for the revolution to awake
Basket baby, I’ve been asking lately
Asking baby can master save me
Cause, I’ve been tryna get back to mombasa baby
Destiny calls in unism
Climb over the walls of Jerusalem
Choose you sin, choose a gin, masseuse her skin
Lose or win, I never seen a loser win
The shoes are in, it’s too small to [?] her skin
Out the sky is a parachute [?]
[?]
Don’t you know you a built bulletproof within
I know the truth would stand, you were built to stand
My troopers land like superman
Cape on his back, major attack made on a mic
Name on a track and the angel is back
And you can never blame where you at
Many make moves many more came too react
Name on a plaque, fame is a trap
Jade on my back, this is how I made it to rap

[Outro]
Come satisfy me
Come roll for it me (early in the morning)
Control it with me (another break another dawning)
Come roll it with me, girl come roll it with me
Early in the morning (roll it with me)
Another break another dawning (control it with me)
Roll it me, come roll it with me
Girl come roll it with me
Come lift me up, lift me up, champion
Lift me up, lift me up, come lift me up
Lift me up…

Me voy ramblando por la calle buscando mi hermano
Y le pongo la mano
Yo no tengo panico mama yo no tengo nada
Mi vòz es tu pàz, mi casa es tu casa
Latino como sur sur como africa
Mezcla cultural global en la misma musica
Hablando de verdad cuando llegamos en ciudad
De barrio ortijah, vamos adelante pa’ ya y bomboclat!
Aqui estamos sin vergùenza
Representando por la raza mestiza
Dia cada dia, noche cada noche siempre a tocar
Bajo en la calle la muchacha borracha me invita a bailar
Aretuska aqui presente entoces baila tambien el presidente
En el viaje mas largo por la carretera
Poniendo supersonrisas a las ninas que lloran
Escucha este sueno que pinchamos hasta siempre!

Rit:
Toda la noche suona ancora
La movida en Barcelona
Sale nel barrio la tua ola
Italiano a Barcelona, (x2)

Paesani a Barcelona
La Rambla ahora parla italiano
Si quiero trabacar no sirve mas el baciamano
Nel barrio, el pueblo siempre pronto ad un sorriso
Respiro familiare tra la gente all’improvviso

Yo tambien no se porquè
De lo que pasa en este mundo
Vedo solo ormai in un momento
La mia vita suonando

Todos los conquistadores
A los pueblos ponen llorando
Y por eso hasta la victoria
Sempre estamos cantando

Vamos adelante compay
Guerrilleros sin comandante
Onda anomala que vibra made in Etnagigante
En la movida viva de Siracusa a Cuba
De Barcelona a Mexico
Lexico international, fantamezcla especial
Siente la rumba antes que vamos a llegar
Bajo el mismo cielo que no se acuesta de llorar
Sangre y lacrimas, con las bombas sobre babylon
Nosotros somos hijos de la luna y el sol
De puta madre tio, stop da war tio
Que pasa por la calle cuando tocamos tio
Llevando mi pueblo hasta el cielo
Con la estrella y el corazì voy borrando el hielo
Este estilo sigue poco a poco y te pone loco
Amigo: Aretuska sin egual, caliente como el fuego

Rit

(Gracias a Nemesisluca por esta letra)

Let’s get reckless like the ocean ‘cause I’m careless like the sea
I watched you walk inside this crowded room, trying to drink the void in you
We’re all searching for something intangible, breaking moons apart to let the ocean know

You taught me a lot about confidence, a common place, and settling
I taught you all about love instead, petty theft, and remembering
Sitting tongue out and spinning, traded true love for a ring
Walk the shores of Mexico and finally calmed her seas

You taught me a lot about confidence, a common place, and settling
I taught you all about love instead, petty theft, and remembering
So crack my heart, and let you finish those lines
‘cause the actors that we play are taking on our lives

Of all the things she swore she ever meant, still in my head it’s “the difference.”
I guess you were just smarter than the gate to drug use and awkward sex
My best friends will be the death of me, but I gotta say it’s the only way to be
Did your best to try and find change, nickel and dimed but pennies ain’t got nothing to say

She crashes those waves, she is dead weight
Did you ever find change?

Esto musica es una mierda

f**k christmas
That’s right
Yeah
Heres a holiday
That’s better

Mexico
Day of the dead

Chinga de puta madre cabron

Day of the dead
I wish we celebrated that
Dia de los muertos
Why can’t we have that
Oh yeah
Ugh
Swedish midsummer
Sucks ass

Tonto del culo

Day of the dead
I wish we celebrated that
Dia de los muertos
Este restaurante esta de la chingada

Six strings on a maple wood neck
Couple burns from a late night cigarette
Little worn out patch on the frets from when I tried to get her back
Drop of wine from the time that she kissed me
For playing her favorite Waylon and Willie
Couple cracks on the front from when when she walked out on me

[Chorus]
She’s every word
Every song, every verse
Every melody I’ve ever sung’s because of her
I spilled my heart through all of the love in the pouring rain
She’s every scar on this old guitar

[Verse 2]
Red stain from her lipstick in Mexico
Watched her dance while I strummed on some Rolling Stones
We sailed out on the ocean until the sun painted it gold
She carved our names out driving in Tennessee
On the day I got down on my knee
I dropped it on the sand while we made love on that beach

[Chorus]
Oh, she’s every word
Every song, every verse
Every melody I’ve ever sung’s because of her
I spilled my heart through all of the love in the pouring rain
Yeah, she’s every scar on this old guitar

[Bridge]
Yeah, she’s all down the road
In the lines, in the notes
All the memories she made
And the moments she stole
Her eyes just can’t hide the music inside
And this tattoo she left on my soul

[Chorus]
Oh, she’s every word
Every song, every verse
Every melody I’ve ever sung’s ’cause of her
I spilled my heart through all of the love in the pouring rain
Yeah, she’s every scar
Yeah, she’s every scar on this old guitar
Mhm hmm, on this old guitar
Mhm hmm, on this old guitar

Ho laga dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureya
Jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..
Laga dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureya
Jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..

Ho kole asla bilayti jeda chak tureya
Chak tureya paun dhakk tureya
Painda dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureya
Jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..

Hoo…

Ho kaaleya raahan da kayi raahi aakh de
Maut chandri da kayi maahi aakh de
Ho kayi aakhi jaande bhuchal munde nu
Sehar tere jatt nu tabhaai aakh de

Aai maut de vi nahio munda pairi girda
Shehar goreya de vigdeya jatt firda
Naam unjh Mexico takk bolda
Boldi bandook munda ghatt bolda

oh ta agg da barola
Poora khabra ch raula
Auunda gun da karaunda thakk thakk turreya

Ho laga dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureya
Jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..
Laga dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureya
Jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..

Ho kole asla bilayti jeda chak tureya
Chak tureya paun dhakk tureya
Painda dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureya
Jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..

Ho shera aale jigra tere kabbe yaar da
Firda street’aa vich gunde maarda
Ho bhad’de aule vairi jaag de
Tere jatt nu aa dhakk champion aakh de

Bethe maawan kole darde jawaak sun layi
Hunde 9mm de khadaak sunn layi
Ho giddara de wagh waang jhund ch ni rehnda
Kalla firda muchha nu dinda batt tureya

Munda dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureya
Jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..
Laga dabb’ch Glock jaave jatt tureya
Jatt tureya.. jatt tureya..

Ho kole asla bilayti jeda chak tureya
Chak tureya paun dhakk tureya

Ow shehar tere de raj aa ni
O itthe masla ni koi votan da
Maahda calculator
Sadde hisab ni launda note’aa da
Ho likhde aan
Te khulla hi gaune aan
Khulle hi kharche ne
Te khulle hi kamaune aa
Kyun, paidi hai phir dhakk champion!

Germ – Bodybag Lyrics

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[Intro]
Another nigga body bagged (Huh)
Another nigga body bagged (Ay)

[Hook]
Another nigga body bagged
Ain’t dat shit sad?
Wit my slab all designer give no f**ks it’s mismatched
Wit two flips, call up lil jit
Have his shit gripped
Boss move big finesse moves
Did dat no stick
Another nigga body bagged
Ain’t dat shit sad?
Wit my slab all designer give no f**ks it’s mismatched
Wit two flips, call up lil jit
Have his shit gripped
Boss move big finesse moves
Did dat no stick (Bad shit)

[Verse]
Movin like the president
Thought dat was evident
I’m feelin type heaven sent, nah I’m just arrogant
Flooded pussy bitch be wet
Done dived in wit no vest
I’m gone flex Pablo talk dat check
Medellin elect
Ice tray da game gulf of Mexico call up da plug
Steppin in deez Valentinos 3flip f**k it, f**k em up
You can’t live like us
Better tighten up
Pull up military rover truck pullin Chernobyl stunts
Swangin fist
I ain’t gon miss don’t get to close to me
Gucci rag round my neck, dat be my rosary
Swangin fist
I ain’t gon miss don’t get to close to me
Gucci rag round my neck, dat be my rosary

[Hook]
Another nigga body bagged
Ain’t dat shit sad?
Wit my slab all designer give no f**ks it’s mismatched
Wit two flips, call up lil jit
Have his shit gripped
Boss move big finesse moves
Did dat no stick
Another nigga body bagged
Ain’t dat shit sad?
Wit my slab all designer give no f**ks it’s mismatched
Wit two flips, call up lil jit
Have his shit gripped
Boss move big finesse moves
Did dat no stick

[Verse 1]
I lost my mind out on the border of ole Mexico
I found me a pretty little señorita, I told her baby let’s go
Climb up in my truck, and roll down the road
She looked me dead in the eyes, said okay vamanos

[Chorus]
And then she sang, ven aqi, ven aqi, mi amor
I’m headed to lita, por favor
Lets get outta here now, come on babe
And go pack your bags for
A Mexican Getaway

[Verse 2]
I thought there for a second, I was in control
But señorita has chains, on my heart and soul
All that was in my mind, was getting ready to roll
With them dark brown eyes, she done caught her a gringo

[Chorus]
And then she sang, ven aqi, ven aqi, mi amor
I’m headed to lita, por favor
Lets get outta here now, come on babe
And go on pack your bags for
A Mexican Getaway

[Verse 3]
By the time that truck was packed, I went back inside
And when I came back out, I couldn’t believe my eyes
My old Chevy truck, was no where to be found
Just a bunch of Texas dust, kicking up off the ground
You know I can still hear her singing it out

[Chorus]
Ven aqi, ven aqi, mi amor
I’m headed to lita, por favor
Lets get outta here now, come on babe
And go on pack your bags for
A Mexican getaway, oh yeah
A Mexican getaway

[Outro]
A Mexican getaway
Mexican getaway

Ya no soy el ayudante
Hoy soy jefe de las plazas
Ya no son pacas de a kilo
Las converti en toneladas
Un tiempo fui campesino
Ahora soy ” EL BOTAS BLANCAS”
Ese rancho de la palma
Si vieras como te extraño
De una pricion de durango
Se les fugo un lisenciado
Tambien le llaman “EL TIO”
Jefe de jefes mentado
El dinero da poder
Como ya todos lo saben
“JUAREZ” eres mi terreno
Donde es mas verde el zacate
Por todo mexico entero
Tengo apoyo en todas partes
Hay una fiesta en la sierra
Me esta tocando la banda
Que toquen puros corridos
Y que nos cante el tal “CHAKA”
Saludos para mi hermano
El de la fija mirada
Yo todavia soy el bueno
Mi cuerno para el que brinque
Por todito culiacan
Los cartelones lo dicen
Mensajes para el gobierno
Nomas para que se ubiquen
Este negocio es maldito
Hay que saber aguantar
La mafia nunca perdona
Nos tenemos que adaptar
Pero pase lo que pase
“Saludos pa Culiacan”

[Verse 1]
Love, I’ve been looking for a while
Been  close a couple times
Man,  she’s hard to find
And towns everywhere along the map
Well, I’ve traveled there and back
And  I wonder where she’s at

[Chorus]
Yeah,  maybe she’s in Dallas
Cheering for the Cowboys
Maybe  laying low down in Mexico
I know she loves the sunshine
Yeah, maybe she’s in Vegas
At a table dealing Blackjack
Hey,  if you wouldn’t mind, if you see her out tonight
Tell her she’s mine

[Verse 3]
Life, it’s a crazy ride, isn’t it?
And I’m loving every minute
But it’d be better with her in it, yeah

[Chorus 2]
Maybe she’s living in a small town
And she’s taught to fear the Bible
But she’s got a couple friends that she runs around with
Dancin’ with the Devil
Maybe she’s sittin’ in a café
In a lonely crowded city
Hey, if you wouldn’t mind, if you see her out tonight
Tell her she’s mine

[Bridge]
Tell her I’m comin’, I’m runnin’
Yeah, I’m sorry I’m late
That I want her, I love her
And I just can’t wait to meet her someday

[Chorus]
Hell, maybe she’s a hippie
Hangin’ on the west coast
With flowers in her hair, prob’ly doesn’t care
‘Bout nothin’ but a good time
Maybe she’s living up in New York
Working down on Wall Street
Hey, if you wouldn’t mind, if you see her out tonight
Tell her she’s mine

[Outro]
Yeah, tell her she’s mine
Tell her she’s mine
Hey, if you wouldn’t mind, if you see her out tonight
Tell her she’s mine

Play this song

[Intro]
Yo, babe, you love me?
(Yes, I love you)
You gon’ ride for me?
(Yes, baby)
No matter what, right?
(No matter what)
You’re my lil’ hitter?
(Ha, ha, why you always do that? Like…)
You not gon’ be my hitta?
(No)
If I give you the, if I give you the Glock
You gon’ bust that shit?
(Nah)
Hello
Let’s go, baby, I fuckin’ love you, baby, you heard?
(I love you too)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, ooh, she spicy, yeah, I like her and she like me too
I think I’ma drop a check on her like Nike shoe
I usually don’t trick but, shit, I got a trick for you
I’m usually a ho, but girl, I got this dick for you
And I don’t have a boo ’cause I think I was meant for you
And I just bought a Cooper coupe that’s only meant for two
My niggas in that foreign right behind me, ayy
And we fuckin’ up the highway like a high-speed chase
Blew 50 at the mall like it’s my b-day
But it’s just a regular, ordinary weekday (Regular)
Ooh, that’s a bad bitch
You can tell she eat her collard greens and catfish
I’m tryna make your daughter cry, sorry, Miss Jackson (I’m sorry)
I wear that pussy on my face like it’s in fashion
Ooh, she said I’m nasty
Baby, I just need a rider like a taxi (Ride)
And if your ex was a disease, then I’m the vaccine
Blowin’ bags, poppin’ tags, we a tag team
And we fuckin’ up a foreign, going max speed
Shoppin’ bags tippin’ over in the back seat
Coffee on the sheets, engine got that caffeine
And you bitches couldn’t have me, even if she didn’t have me

[Chorus]
Ayy, and I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the realest of the realest, man, I don’t need my niggas
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the trillest of the trillest

[Verse 2]
Ayy, yeah, she my bottom bitch
But when I need it, just like season, she on top of shit
Know how to treat her, she a keeper, man, that’s common sense
And yeah, she fine, I call her mine, it’s an accomplishment
She hot like Mexico, won’t ever let her go (No)
She my little lightnin’ bug (That’s right), man, I just let her glow
And she get what she want (Uh huh), can’t ever tell her no
She my lil’ spoiled bitch, she got that oil drip
She don’t follow other rappers, that’s that loyal shit
Tell them niggas, “It’s a wrap”, like on some foil shit (It’s a wrap)
‘Cause this Glock will get to steamin’, on some boil shit (Grrr)
‘Cause I’m a thug, she a thug, from the mud, out the soil, bitch

[Chorus]
Ayy, and I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the realest of the realest, man, I don’t need my niggas
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the trillest of the trillest, yeah

[Outro]
Ayy, ayy
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
She the realest of the realest, man, I don’t need my niggas
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta
I don’t need my niggas, ’cause my girlfriend is my hitta

Play this song

[Intro: Young Thug]
(You good, T-Minus?)
Uh

[Chorus: Young Thug]
The Rolls Royce is grey, I’ve been callin’ it granny
I copped that Lamb’ truck and that bitch panoramic (Skrt)
I’m fuckin’ on lil’ shawty, mama, and granny
I’m takin’ up space and they squish me like sandwiches
Fuck what I did, and fuck all the damage
I’m tryna kill you and your kid and your mammy (Brr)
I just told the judge, “Man, fuck what you talkin’”
And fuck what you sayin’, I’m smokin’ these whammies (Ha)
These Percys, these Xannies, I’m pourin’ up this Actavis (Woo)
I’m failin’ this test every time (Yeah)
I fingered this ho while we ridin’ (Yeah)
I’m ’bout to expose you with rhymes (Yeah)
I came out the slum with these guys (Yeah)
I slept in the woods with the guys (Yeah)
Get out the way when they come (Yeah)
Of course, the whole crew with the shine (Woo)

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Juice WRLD]
I just did a week in jail and I caught me three new bitches (No cap)
Before you knew Dapper Don, bitch, I was Grandpa Grippin’ (On God)
I had a million dollars stashed away in a spot on the westside (Woo)
I bulletproofed the whole car, the stickers on the windows and all of the tires (Yeah)
I gave a million dollars to my dawg, now a nigga worldwide (Yeah)
Yeah, I got a collar on my hoes
I’m puttin’ diamonds on her toes
Nigga, we came from cookin’ noodles on the stove (Woo, woo, woo)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
The Rolls Royce is grey, I’ve been callin’ it granny
I copped that Lamb’ truck and that bitch panoramic (Skrrt)
I’m fuckin’ on lil’ shawty, mama, and granny
I’m takin’ up space and they squish me like sandwiches
Fuck what I did, and fuck all the damage
I’m tryna kill you and your kid and your mammy (Brr)
I just told the judge, “Man, fuck what you talkin’”
And fuck what you sayin’, I’m smokin’ these whammies (Ha)
These Percys, these Xannies, I’m pourin’ up this Actavis (Woo)
I’m failin’ this test every time (Yeah)
I fingered this ho while we ridin’ (Yeah)
I’m ’bout to expose you with rhymes (Yeah)
I came out the slum with these guys (Yeah)
I slept in the woods with the guys (Yeah)
Get out the way when they come (Yeah)
Of course, the whole crew with the shine (Woo)

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
Off of the Perc’ and the Xan’ again, yeah (Yeah)
Walk in the sky like I’m Anakin, yeah (Yeah)
Doube G on me like mannequin, yeah (Yeah)
Make ’em freeze like a mannequin challenge in here (Yeah)
Me and slime dealin’ and dash (Yeah)
Kidnap the children and murder the parents (Yeah)
I went to Mexico, I brought the pesos (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fucked her, say hola, screamin’ in Spanish (Yeah)
I got the tool, no Handy Manny (Chk-chk, grra)
You and your Jack sound like you Randy (Grra)
I told that bitch to go swallow my kids
I don’t even wanna have no family (Yeah)
It’s me and Thugger, we rulin’ the planet, yeah
We goin’ harder than granite
Money old enough to fuck up your granny, yeah
I may go fuck on your granny

[Chorus: Young Thug]
The Rolls Royce is grey, I’ve been callin’ it granny
I copped that Lamb’ truck and that bitch panoramic (Skrt)
I’m fuckin’ on lil’ shawty, mama, and granny
I’m takin’ up space and they squish me like sandwiches
Fuck what I did, and fuck all the damage
I’m tryna kill you and your kid and your mammy (Brr)
I just told the judge, “Man, fuck what you talkin’”
And fuck what you sayin’, I’m smokin’ these whammies (Ha)
These Percys, these Xannies, I’m pourin’ up this Actavis (Woo)
I’m failin’ this test every time (Yeah)
I fingered this ho while we ridin’ (Yeah)
I’m ’bout to expose you with rhymes (Yeah)
I came out the slum with these guys (Yeah)
I slept in the woods with the guys (Yeah)
Get out the way when they come (Yeah)
Of course, the whole crew with the shine (Woo)

Play this song

[Verse 1]
You gon’ find out that I’m not myself
In this winehouse, all my dogs need some help
What I’m crying ’bout when I’m all by myself
Long nights at the Mission Inn, long nights at the Mission Inn
You gon’ find out that I’m not myself
In this winehouse, all my dogs need some help
What I’m crying ’bout when I’m all by myself
Long nights at the Mission Inn, long nights at the Mission Inn

[Chorus]
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted with your Mississippi love
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted now, boy, get me twisted now
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted with your Mississippi love
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted now, boy, get me twisted now boy, boy

[Verse 2]
In the street in some Texas heat, and us down the road from my cousin, now
Dance some more, close to Mexico and I tell my boys that I left ’em, uh
My feelings go when your feelings show
That’s the stuff that always come and bless you now
Now you’re pushin’ my lovin’, now you’re pushin’ my love
Tell me what you gotta do to try to keep it (next bar)
Tell me what I gotta do to try to keep it (ne-ne-ne-next bar)
Tell me all the ones you know to have you down since ’95
Do you wanna be my boyfriend, my Mississippi sunshine?

[Pre-Chorus]
Big wedding, this brother basketball so late in the park with them
My feelings don’t mean nothing whenever we arguing
I’m drunk in the backseat, tryna figure out how I can get out this bitch
Do you wanna be my boyfriend, my Mississippi sunshine?

[Chorus]
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted with your Mississippi love
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted now, boy, get me twisted now
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted with your Mississippi love
Don’t get me, uh, don’t get me, uh
Don’t get me twisted now, boy, get me twisted now boy, boy

[Outro]
Mississippi, Mississippi love
And I play it so much, I build nigga
Mississippi, Mississippi love
And I play it so, I play it so

[Chorus: Future]
I done it first, before you were even in
I saw trends fore they were even in
I’m ridin in something forin
Got cars that ain’t even in
Plug give me 10
Drink Rosay, ain’t even out yet

[Verse 1: Future]
Got guns, we gettin it, got shoes, we gettin it
Got racks we ain’t even spent
I got 4 jets waiting for me to get it
I got Gucci, Raf and shit
Young rich nigga really don’t care, Mexico, my nigga don’t even play fare
Bitches livin in the world I got, swag on space a lot
Gang through my bloodline, yeah
Hit up Bari, take it out there
Put it in a body, take it to the trap
Got them bags, split it
Three bitches there, you know they there
Dropped 40K on a whip, don’t even care
She wanna fuck in the limo on the low lo
My plug got that good dope
That good smoke, check my mojo
Me and Casino high off that Pludo
I’m in space, never on Earth
Got them diamonds hanging on my shirt
All them pretty bitches wanna flirt
All these hoes goin twerk

[Chorus: Future]
I done it first, before you were even in
I saw trends fore they were even in
I’m ridin in something forin
Got cars that ain’t even in
Plug give me 10
Drink Rosay, ain’t even out yet

[Verse 2: Stuey Rock]
He’s Future, I’m Stuey Rock
Got them hoes whippin up the pot
Posted in the club till they call the cops
Lil nigga I call the shots
Do whatever that get me payed
I do shots when I’m in the shade
So many whips in my new place
Which one should I drive today
And that bitch be tossin bricks, got too many bitches, how I do this
Flexin hard, you sware you rich
Now I run it back, that’s my bitch
Now we big, we poppin off
All of ya’ll keep falling off
You niggas be so fake, them niggas be stylin for show
In the club, get all the brauds
Go home, get all the brauds
I’m FDU, that mean I’m fresher than you
So nigga, what you goin do
Fuck with Future, fuck with Rock, choose

[Chorus: Future]
I done it first, before you were even in
I saw trends fore they were even in
I’m ridin in something forin
Got cars that ain’t even in
Plug give me 10
Drink Rosay, ain’t even out yet

They tried to get rid of me
But from ocean to ocean
They are gonna have to deal with me

Ayooooo!

I been overlooked, slept on
Stepped on, left for dead
Always against all eyez like Pac said
I’m the living Great Gatsby
But these boys will watch you quick and disappear like Banksy
From ocean to ocean, sea to sea
I’m something that you gotta see

[Rhea:]
It’s gonna take a lot to turn me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa (I bless the rains)
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

[Pitbull:]
I practice what I preach but I ain’t gon’ lie
Still got love for these streets, 305 till I die
Still got love for these beats, that’s why I spit this fire
You can catch me on a beach, specially on the islands
Took over my city, now it’s time for the world
I live it, they rap it, there’s a difference, girl
Getting paid more than athletes, man, life is sweet
GM, owner status, Papo, watch me

[Rhea:]
It’s gonna take a lot to turn me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa (I bless the rains)
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

[Pitbull:]
I got the world on my shoulders, still quick on my feet
Now I say, sleep is the cousin of death, so I don’t sleep
These boys act like they hard, but we know that they sweet
They wouldn’t bust a grape at a food fight, Papo please
Went from rapping with them boys with a mouth full of gold
To hanging with Slim Jr. down in Mexico
Take it with a grain of salt and a pound of gold
The game is to be sold, and not told, let’s go

[Rhea:]
It’s gonna take a lot to turn me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa (I bless the rains)
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

It’s gonna take a lot to turn me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa (I bless the rains)
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

[Intro]
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
Mustard on the beat

[Verse 1]
Uh, tell ’em where I’m from
Finger on the pump make the sixth straight jump from SoCal
Hollywood to the slums
Chronic smoke get burnt by the California sun
On the west side east coast where you at
Just got to new york like a gnat on a jet
To London, to Brazil, to Quebec
Like the whole damn world took effect to Ferg
Tell ’em

Said back slow down
Better represent when we come to your town
Laid back slow down
Whatchu represent when we come to your town
Say

Get in with the business
Ima be there in a minute
I just booked a pilot’s ticket
Thinking Russia needs a visit
I’ma run it to the limit
And be on my way to Venice

[Chorus]
L.A. got the people saying la la la la la
Brooklyn saying la la la la la
Halcyon saying la la la la la
Vegas saying la la la la la
Rio saying la la la la la
Tokyo saying la la la la la
Down under saying la la la la la
Miami saying la la la la la
Jamaica

Every city, every state, every country you know
All around the globe
Every city, every state, every country you know
This is how we go

[Verse 2]
Uh tell em where I’m at
From the plaques to the uh uh
Everything fat
Got Mustard on a track
My girls all stack
When I roll down the window, let me know where you’re
Atlanta, North South kick it ‘lac
Texas grill, Cadillacs through Miami then back
To London, Jamaica then France
The whole damn world took effect to Ferg, tell’em

Said back slow down
Better represent when we come to your town
Laid back slow down
Whatchu represent when we come to your town
Say

[Chorus]
L.A got the people sayin’ la la la
Moscow, sayin’, la la la
España, la la la
Kingston, sayin’ la la la
San Diego sayin’ la la la
Chi-Town sayin’ la la la
Germany, sayin’ la la la
La Punta sayin’ la la la
Ibiza

Every city, every state, every country you know
All around the globe
Every city, every state, every country you know
This is how we go
Every city, every state, every country you know
All around the globe
Every city, every state, every country you know
This is how we go

[Chorus]
L.A got the people sayin’ la la la
Amsterdam, sayin’, la la la
Frisco sayin’, la la la
Switzerland sayin’, la la la
Sao Paulo sayin’, la la la
Joburg sayin’, la la la
Mexico sayin’, la la la
Stockholm sayin’, la la la
Jamaica

You on that Cali shit

You like to like it
We like seeing it
Yes you can join us now
We like to love it
We like to love it
We like to love it

[Verse 1]
Hawaii is calling and I must go
Aruba, Havana, or Mexico
Just a few weeks against the stream
Anywhere will do with waves and sunbeams
A pineapple a day keeps the worries away

[Chorus]
I don’t think that it would mean too much
To say the thoughts that I think out loud
But you know that I just can’t help
But consider life outside of my cloud
I’m longing for something even if
I’m not sure exactly what that is
Run or you rust
I’m suffering from wanderlust

[Verse 2]
The wonders of the world are waiting for me
Living in the shelter is no place to be
It’s never easy to let your hair down
The dreamers will dream but the skeptics will drown
I have an unhealthy calling to be where I’m not

Leave the door open baby, I get cakey
Daily, got the gun in, that’s on safety
Mama always told never let a nigga play me
Then I got my ass whooped, and I couldn’t take it
What’s the situation? That’s the situation baby
[?]
Cooling with the paper, balling in a major
Shoot ’em in some typa way, then baby I take that
Pull up on the mothafucking label, where my cake at?
‘Fore I up this mothafucking choppa and spray it
[?]
I’ma get some Rugers, I was tired of Glock 40’s
Put it on Blood, bitch I’m guaped shawty
Put it on cuz, I’m on hot shawty
I’ll grill ya ass, on the spot shawty
[?] to the summer, chinchillas in the winter

I heard them fuck niggas was plotting on the low
From the Chiraq, I be spying on the low
I know everything before the thot did know
Pull up on your block poppin’ shit, Crisco
I am rich now, ‘member when I was in the field

I can buy anything I want
Anything I want and then more
I ain’t never been to Mexico
But I’m smoking on Texaco
Remember pulling up in Volvos
Now I get 90 for 4 shows
Doing cars for the shows
Put it in the water, let’s flow
This ice comes from the North Pole
This don’t stop for my hoe
Man I got the fucking pack
And I got the muthafucking sack
It’s a lot of snakes in the grass

I’m going back to Texas, I’m going back where I belong
I’m going back to Texas darlin’, I’m going back where I belong
Back to that lone star state, it’s the home of the Alamo

There’s a little town called Kingsville, way down by the gulf of Mexico
Ya, there’s a little town called Kingsville, way down by the gulf of Mexico
I’m going back down to that sleepy town, it’s the only home I know

I was born on the Big King Ranch, at least that’s what I’ve been told
Ya, I was born on the Big King Ranch, at least that’s what I’ve been told
I’m going back down to Texas darlin’, baby don’t you want to go

I went out to California, tried to find my way around
I went out to California, tried to find my way around
But it’s been a lonely lonely road, not a good friend have I found

I went up to Hollywood, tried to find my fortune and fame
I went up to Hollywood, tried to find my fortune and fame
But I’m packing my bags and I’m headed south, not a fool here knows my name

That’s why I’m going back to Texas, I’m going back where I belong
Ya, I’m going back to Texas, I’m going back where I belong
Back to that lone star state, baby don’t you want to go?

[Hook:]
I got them young niggas tweaking like where them drugs at
I make them old head niggas go get they plug back
You whipping up in the foreign, them hoes love that
You stack the racks on them stacks and commas come after that
Yeah you took a few shots but you know we’ll come after that
I smell that mula, that fetti, I’m coming after that
Same for my Beamer and Benz, see what come after that
I’m living this life of sin, what’s coming after that?

[Verse:]
One whip whipped up, ten whips came after that
Two bitches came up, seven bitches came after that
Rich niggas in this building, rich niggas come after that
I know you had that bitch but Imma dock that pussy after that
Fuck niggas say som’n, when I step in jackers come after that
White gold come after that, got Audemars coming after that
Presidentials coming after that, vvs’s coming after that
Got so much money almost gave myself a rack attack
Og coming after that, good kush lean coming after that
First class my flight nigga you know who else coming after that
Private jets coming after that, rock star my whole status
Clearport, no tsa, lil Mexico my [?]

[Hook:]
I got them young niggas tweaking like where them drugs at
I make them old head niggas go get they plug back
You whipping up in the foreign, them hoes love that
You stack the racks on them stacks and commas come after that
Yeah you took a few shots but you know we’ll come after that
I smell that mula, that fetti, I’m coming after that
Same for my Beamer and Benz, see what come after that
I’m living this life of sin, what’s coming after that?

[Verse 2:]
Talk shit, get back for that
She suck my dick, we don’t kiss after that
Got to watch my own back, fuck around and get stabbed in that
Hollygrove my habitat, wish I could bring Rabbit back
Hundred shots come after that, call a ho a ho and a rat a rat
I said a hundred shots come after that
Ain’t looking good like cataracts
Imma buy me a Cadillac cause I don’t see where I’m lacking at
Them feds tryna throw me in the box
I’m like fuck that, throw Jack in that
Imma get that pussy wet, her other nigga just dampen that
He buy shit, he pamper that, she tapping out when I’m tapping that
Tryna get as high as me nigga, then where the fuck is your scalpel at?
Niggas flip facts like acrobats, I click clack, what comes after that?

[Hook:]
I got them young niggas tweaking like where them drugs at
I make them old head niggas go get they plug back
You whipping up in the foreign, them hoes love that
You stack the racks on them stacks and commas come after that
Yeah you took a few shots but you know we’ll come after that
I smell that mula, that fetti, I’m coming after that
Same for my Beamer and Benz, see what come after that
I’m living this life of sin, what’s coming after that?

[Intro: Matt Champion]
Tuggin’ on my pinky ring, smelling like chrysanthemum
I just want that, I just want that bump, bump in my trunk
Blowing skunk, getting crunk with my baby, oh, what’s up?
Bump, bump in my trunk, bump, bump in my trunk

[Verse 1: Merlyn Wood]
We gon’ ride, ride, ride down to Mexico
You can see the bad man, I’ll come to New York
You can’t catch him though
You can see the bad man, I’ll come to New York
You can’t catch him though
We gon’ ride white lines all the way to Mexico
Merlyn! Merlyn!

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
And when this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live
And when this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live (ahhhh!)

[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]
I’ve been trappin’ out my momma house, dope boy
Money keep the water and the lights on, spray it like it’s Lysol
Your bitch don’t like the dark so we fuckin’ with the lights on
I fuck her with my chains on, you the one I changed on
I just won the ghetto lottery, I guess I’m hood rich
Chillin’ at the gallo, smokin’ Blacks with my hood bitch
You ain’t what you could be, come get on this dope dick
I sell it by the gram, now tell me who you fuck with

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
And when this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live
And when this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live (ahhhh!)

[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]
Watch me, watch me, watch me, watch me, watch me operate
I ain’t here to talk now, nigga, we ain’t gonna conversate
This modern terrorism, you can’t moderate
I’ve been fiendin’ time to put these demons on display
‘Cause they don’t understand, I don’t give a damn
Smoke some shit straight outta Alice in Wonderland
BROCKHAMPTON the clan, bitch, I ain’t your man
Like they’re stacking just to crumble like an avalanche
This is how it stand, this is how it is
Bitch, I ain’t your friend, I ain’t havin’ kids
‘Cause I know that if I’m gon’ bring ’em in the world
My little spawns of Satan just might take off with your fucking girl

[Bridge: Matt Champion]
Bump, bump in my trunk, bump, bump, bump, bump
Bump, bump in my trunk, bump, bump in my trunk
Bump, bump in my trunk, bump, bump, bump, bump
Bump, bump in my trunk, bump, bump in my trunk

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
And when this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live
And when this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live
And when this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live
And when this ends
At least I’ll have a reason to live

[Intro]
Oh yeah
Dance
Dance merengue
Baby

[Chorus]
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me

[Verse 1]
Hey
Got that iron how you did it like that
Low skirt with a booty underneath it like that
Hot like a summer girl you so fine
And you know I’m trying to give it to you on top
Don’t wanna let you go
But you put up a wall like Mexico
I ain’t trying to gas you up like Texaco
I just really wanna, really wanna let you know

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause I know what you need
To make it through the night
I can get you right
And I know what you need
To make it through the night
I could ease your mind baby
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
Dominicana, Columbiana
Americana, Italiana

[Chorus]
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me

[Verse 2]
I just wanna let you know
Imma take this dance never let you go
I know how you really feel if the rest don’t know
She said I ain’t really trying to profess you know
Fuck it, let’s be professional
I know to get, never get to know
I ain’t trying to save nothing
But on my insurance I need to find me a girl on her Progressive flow

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause I know what you need
To make it through the night
I can get you right
And I know what you need
To make it through the night
I could ease your mind baby
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
Dominicana, Columbiana
Americana, Italiana

[Chorus]
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me

[Outro]
Dance merengue
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue
Dance merengue with you mama
Baby

[Intro]
Oh yeah
Dance
Dance merengue
Baby

[Hook]
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me

[Verse 1]
Hey
Got that iron how you did it like that
Low skirt with a booty underneath it like that
Hot like a summer girl you so fine
And you know I’m trying to give it to you on top
Don’t wanna let you go
But you put up a wall like Mexico
I ain’t trying to gas you up like Texaco
I just really wanna, really wanna let you know

[Pre-hook]
Cause I know what you need
To make it through the night
I can get you right
And I know what you need
To make it through the night
I could ease your mind baby
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
Dominicana, Columbiana
Americana, Italiana

[Hook]
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me

[Verse 2]
I just wanna let you know
Imma take this dance never let you go
I know how you really feel if the rest don’t know
She said I ain’t really trying to profess you know
Fuck it, let’s be professional
I know to get, never get to know
I ain’t trying to save nothing
But on my insurance I need to find me a girl on her Progressive flow

[Pre-hook]
Cause I know what you need
To make it through the night
I can get you right
And I know what you need
To make it through the night
I could ease your mind baby
Boricua, morena
Boricua, morena
Dominicana, Columbiana
Americana, Italiana

[Hook]
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue know you wanna
A little Marc Anthony
It’ll bring you right back to me

[Outro]
Dance merengue
Dance merengue with you mama
Dance merengue
Dance merengue with you mama
Baby

[Intro]
Tried to tell them niggas think outside the box
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

[Verse 1]
One for the money, yes Sir, two for the show
A couple years ago, selling blow in Mexico
Was a starter, something good
Now I pull up in the ‘Rari, I’m in my hood
Yeah, just rolling that dank up
Niggas ain’t never wanted no war with us
Niggas ain’t never did fly with us
Bitch my clique notorious
Bet you can’t come close to this
I sit in the back of the whip like this
Got a bankroll like I’m still serving that fish scale
I did a girl in private, she don’t wanna hide it
Before you tell your mamma, you need to run it by me
I’m takin’ this personal nigga like Monica
I do what I want, I go fuck up some commas
I keep a strap on me Osama, you know I came and conquered
I put the hustle in front of me, you know a nigga a monster
You know a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any time
And I’m in Chanel and Prada

[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

[Verse 2]
You in them cuts ’cause that’s your hiding ritual
You at your grandma house, you posted up
You put that chopper on IG
You ready to let it go to make ’em how to believe it
You hit your block an’ get in it
You hit that block an’ get in it
You used to glorify this life, nigga
Yeah, them niggas took your life, nigga
You see how niggas think about you?
Now, you layin’ on the pavement
Nigga, bleedin’ from your backside
‘Boutta take a long vacation
Pour out Hennessey for you
Pour some Hennessey for you
I know that’s your favourite drink, nigga
(I know that’s your favourite drink)

[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

[Verse 1]
Baby has a broken heart
She can’t belong to only one
Until another girl is found
I don’t pay for anything
My cigarettes or diamonds rings
My feet don’t even touch the ground

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Chariots of gold, I ride with Jay-Z, Jared Leto
I’m a superpower, now they call me the tornado.
I got roses in my hair, I belly dance, and do the tango
Sometimes I get lonely
Everybody told me no

[Chorus]
No one lives forever, but that’s no reason to give up
Don’t you wanna fall in love?
No such thing as heaven
And I’m the last girl on Earth
So baby, let’s get it on

[Verse 2]
Cleopatra used to rule
But she got nothing on me now
‘Cause I’m the last girl on earth
I turn the television on
They only play my favorite song
Since I’m the last girl on Earth

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Chariots of gold, I’m sitting, sipping cherry cola
Caesar said he’d fall in love with me if I was older
I own all of Mexico and I got my own roller-coaster
Sometimes I get lonely, millions can hold me now

[Chorus]
No one lives forever, but that’s no reason to give up
Don’t you wanna fall in love?
No such thing as heaven
And I’m the last girl on Earth
So baby, let’s get it on

[Bridge]
I stay up late at night, try not to think about it
Pretend I’m happy, willing all the word without love
I get so tired being on display somehow
Sometimes I get lonely, but millions all know me now

[Chorus – Variation]
No one lives forever, but that’s no reason to give up
Don’t you wanna fall in love?
There’s no such thing as heaven
And I’m the last girl on Earth
So baby, let’s get it on
No such thing as heaven
And I’m the last girl on Earth
So baby, let’s get it on

[Verse 1]
I remember like 10 years ago
I wanted my name up in bold
I wanted my name up in lights
I wanted to rock every show
I used to take pics in the mirror
I had to get ready for Vogue
And now I’m way bigger, way bigger, way bigger
Than I ever could’ve dreamed before
They pray for the damn on my love
But I still don’t give a fuck
We live in a world full of judgement
And they love to judge us
I think they love to discuss me
‘Cause their life is disgusting
I just jumped off a yacht in Mexico
You can not tell me nothing
Na-nothing

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m good, I’m good, I’m glad
To be right where I’m at
And you mad, you mad, you mad
But I’m good

[Chorus]
So you can say what you want to (yeah)
But that doesn’t phase what I’m gon’ do (yeah)
Is that why you stuck in a bad mood? (yeah)
‘Cause I’m good, I’m good, I’m good

[Verse 2]
Top floor [?]
Eating dinner looking at the view
So high, see all of you
Each and every one who wanna see me lose
You looking at me but I’m looking through you
You tweeting crazy to me, what’s it to you?
Fall in line, this is danger for who?
Get off my ass, you are not a poodle
I’m just out here fucking living
Cut ’em off they’re forbidden
Trade the sides, they was tripping
They like ”Oh, Iggy, I was kidding!”
I go to sleep and y’all forgotten
Sorry boo, you’re not forgiven
Bring me breakfast while I’m swimming
I’m just out here fucking living

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m good, I’m good, I’m glad
To be right where I am at
And you mad, you mad, you mad
But I’m good

[Chorus]
So you can say what you want to (yeah)
But that doesn’t phase what I’m gon’ do (yeah)
Is that why you stuck in a bad mood? (yeah)
‘Cause I’m good, I’m good, I’m good

[Future]

[Chorus x2]
Got too many racks on me
Can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me
Can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate inside your soul
Can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul
Can’t do nothing about it

[Verse one]

One for the money, yes sir
Two for the show
A couple years ago
Selling blow in Mexico
Was a starter, something good
Now I pull up in the ‘rari
Im in my hood
Yeah, just rolling that dank up
Niggas ain’t never wanted no war with us
Niggas ain’t never did fly with us
Bitch my click notorious
[?] come close to this
I sit in the back of the whip like this

[Chorus x2]
Got too many racks on me
Can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me
Can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate inside your soul
Can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul
Can’t do nothing about it

[Verse 2]