Tink – Bad Side Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1]
Just the other day we had a normal conversation
Now we fighting and he telling me he hates me
Telling me I’m nothing
I just want to love her
Hate it when we fighting and cursing all in the driveway
Now we ain’t been talking from Sunday Monday to Friday
I think I should hit you but talking is not an option (talking is not an option)
Goddamn
I’m missing your phone calls
Your body up under mine when it’s cold as the wintertime
You treated me wrong
I treated you foul
But I ain’t gone try to act like I’m over you now
(Over you now)
Talking to myself
Want to know just how you felt
Are you lonely while I’m gone or did you meet somebody else
Is she taking care of you
Can’t be believe we’re really through
If you’re ever feeling lonely then you know just what to do
[Hook]
Blow me up (oh naaah baby)
Blow me up (ooooh yeah 2x)
Ooooh
[Chorus]
You been on my bad side
But I ain’t gone act like
I don’t want you here with me
You get on my last nerve
But I ain’t gone say a word
Cause I want you here with me (ooh baby)
You been on my bad side
But I ain’t gone act like
I don’t want you here with me
You get on my last nerve
But I ain’t gone say a word
Cause I want you here with me (ooh baby)
[Hook]
Blow me up (blow me up)
Blow me up (blow me up)
[Verse 2]
Just the other day you was saying this is forever
Now you out here searching and looking for someone better
Trying to make it even (uhh)
Giving me that silent treatment
Now I’m having questions I’m thinking
Why won’t you answer
I want to know but it’s probably too much to handle
I think I should hit you but talking is not an option
Got damn
I’m missing your FaceTime
Your body up under mine
When you holding me while I cry
You treated me bad
And I treated you wild
But I’m not gone try to act like I’m over you now
Talking to myself I don’t know what else to say
Me and you was super tight and now it’s like we night and day
Is she taking care of things
Do you call her by my name
If you ever need somebody
Yeah my numbers still the same
[Hook]
Blow me up (yeah yea yeah)
Blow me up (yeah yea yeah)
[Chorus]
You been on my bad side
But I ain’t gone act like
I don’t want you here with me
You get on my last nerve
But I ain’t gone say a word
Cause I want you here with me (ooh baby)
You been on my bad side
But I ain’t gone act like
I don’t want you here with me
You get on my last nerve
But I ain’t gone say a word
Cause I want you here with me (ooh baby)

Cuban Doll – Ion Know Lyrics

Ion Know Ion Know
These bitches in the same clothes
Ion Know Ion Know
It’s the bands or they broke
Ion Know Ion Know
Bitches in the same clothes
Ion Know Ion Know
Who they fucking on the low? You bitches getting money? You got ran out the city why you dicksucking? Ion Know Ion Know
These bitches in the same clothes
Ion Know Ion Know
It’s the bands or they broke
Ion Know Ion Know
Bitches in the same clothes
Ion Know Ion Know
Who they fucking on the low? How you speak on some shit you ain’t with none? Fuck if you don’t feel me, pulling off in them benzes
Bitches they acting friendly
Bands I get too many
Looking like a million
All my niggas with me
All y’all bitches pussy I’ll have my niggas kill you
How you drop a diss, you can’t drop a crib? I can make all that money I be wasting
Again and Again
Ion know one bitch no favorite
Know this one bitch be hating
She ain’t got no morale she a runner in her city
She be touring
They heard I get money in they city like I’m born in this bitch
The bitch pussy wack and her head boring
Aye
I might see a mill before I get home
Only time you gone touch a mill is on a diss song
Let you know
If you don’t get right, get left wrong
Broads send her home
We gone get this bitch gone
Aye
I get so violent
I am yo idol
I don’t need no Co-Signer
She probably praying that this go viral
Know she tired of paying for them ghostwriters
BITCH! Play this song
[Verse 1]
(Aye)
From the D to the D put respect on it
Fuck yo chain, see yo neck I step on it
Better use your head, or imma put a check on it
You a lil bitch, broke hoe I think less of you
I get money
Cause I made it, bitches hating
I can blow all that money that they be saving
Why you playing? Ion Know Ion Know
These bitches in the same clothes Cause one nigga got ran by ten extras (Aye)
How you beef with a bitch then dick sucking? (Fuck is these bitches talking about?)
[Hook]
Ion Know Ion Know
It’s the bands or they broke
Ion Know Ion Know
Bitches in the same clothes
Ion Know Ion Know
Who they fucking on the low? I won’t reply to these bitches if they drop again
[Hook]
Ion Know Ion Know
It’s the bands or they broke
Ion Know Ion Know
Bitches in the same clothes
Ion Know Ion Know
Who they fucking on the low? I musta missed some
Yeah, don’t give a fuck about no lil bitch
It’s crazy, y’all both broke and that’s real tea
And it’s the real me
Bitches kill me talking about they kill me
Stupid bitch is you silly? Ion Know Ion Know
These bitches in the same clothes
[Verse 2]
Yea, imma die a legend
I get on that shit real quick, supply extra
How is you real?

Cuban Doll – Live Onna Gram Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1]
Bitches thinking shit sweet till I pull up with the pull up
She was talking on the internet the bitch ain’t even pull up
I don’t got the time to argue with the bitch I rather I pull up
Worldwide glo up status I’m like quay with the cook up
Heard these birches selling out they need to worry bout they edges
It’s a gangsta party posted in this bitch with Mac 11’s
Boss bitches hoes see me and they running out the exit
Can’t be fucking weak niggas cause they say I’m too aggressive
Cuban, Cuban flexing I put thirty on my wrist now
Heard she got a hit so now she thinking she the shit now
Been killing shit I make basic hoes sit down
Bitches mad I signed my deal they hating that I’m lit now
Fuck a sneak dissing bitch you coming for me
Bitches need to boss up I heard they fucking for free
And these niggas broke ass they don’t get nothing from me
I swear that all these hoes thirsty they be running for D
[Hook]
Ooh
3,2,1 I’m going live on the gram
Ooh
Pull up on a bitch and beat her live on the gram
I ain’t saying to much bitches knowing how I am
These niggas doing too much shit I might just call a pound
3,2,1 I’m going live on the gram
Live on the gram
3,2,1 I’m going live on the gram
Live on the gram
[Verse 2]
Broke bitch, you on some hoe shit
Speaking on my name but she don’t know shit
If I catch you lacking then I’m beating your ass
I’m talking left, right hook, hit her ass with a jab
Jump in the jag, two hundred my dash
Diamonds got clarity, B.S no flash
Bitches be mad, imma handle my class
Top 3 where I’m from bitch I’m showing my ass
[Hook]
3,2,1 I’m going live on the gram
Live on the gram
3,2,1 I’m going live on the gram
Live on the gram

The Chainsmokers – Kills You Slowly Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1]
Made plans with me and all your friends
I’m late again, I hate to keep you waiting
Tried to be a gentleman, got drunk again before I even made it
Tried to call a car for you, you’re tired of me
I know you wouldn’t take it
You walked a mile in Louis Vuittons and fucked ’em up
You know that they’re my favorite
[Pre-Chorus]
But we dress up and play pretend
Then we act like we’re good again
I do things I can’t defend
And even when you hold it in
[Chorus]
Hold it, even though it kills you slowly
Explosions, hidden when we’re in the open
Keep on smilin’ until it’s over
Hold it, even though it kills you slowly
[Verse 2]
Arguments that never end
You’re talkin’ shit to spice up conversation
I’m so sick of back and forth
These fights with you are startin’ to feel contagious
Said that I’m no good for you
Right before we walk into your parents
Then you put on that smile again
And grab my hand even though you hate it
[Pre-Chorus]
But we dress up and play pretend
Then we act like we’re good again
I do things I can’t defend
And even when you hold it in
[Chorus]
Hold it, even though it kills you slowly
Explosions, hidden when we’re in the open
Keep on smilin’ until it’s over
Hold it, even though it kills you slowly
[Post-Chorus]
Oh, but, but it, it won’t, but I said
You hold on, hopin’ it gon’ stop, but it don’t
Oh, but, but it, it won’t, but I said
You hold on, hopin’ it gon’ stop, but it don’t
[Bridge]
Hold it, even though it kills you slowly
Explosions hidden when we’re in the open
And keep on smilin’ until it’s over
Hold it, even though it kills you slowly
[Chorus]
Hold it, even though it kills you slowly
(Oh, but, but it, it won’t, but I said
You hold on, hopin’ it gon’ stop, but it don’t)
Explosions hidden when we’re in the open
(Oh, but, but it, it won’t, but I said
You hold on, hopin’ it gon’ stop, but it don’t)
Keep on smilin’ until it’s over
(Oh, but, but it, it won’t, but I said
You hold on, hopin’ it gon’ stop, but it don’t)
Holdin’ even though it kills you slowly
(Oh, but, but it, it won’t, but I said
You hold on, hopin’ it gon’ stop, but it don’t)

OFB – Gang Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yo
Add a k to the O get blammed
This is A Melo beats
Trap house vibe
[Verse 1: Bandokay]
Listen up, listen up
No you ain’t no badman, bando managed my ting like [?], sadman, If I do swing my black hand, shing shao I was tryna ching that black man
CID lurking in a black van, me and Mango that’s Robin and Batman-Batman double tap that tryna clap man, gyal love vibe what about my gang gang (What about them)
[Verse 2: Kush]
Man keep chatting about gang gang, ’til we roll up and you start hearing bang bang, mad man you don’t want to bump into mad Max, only one word and a brudda will tan man
I got kitties all over the damn land, t-t light, hope that jakes don’t grab man, hang man, never move slow like a grandad, keeping it close so it stays in the man bag (Rrrgh)
[Chorus: Lowkey]
Any time gang gear up (Bang)
We left them block tape up (Bang)
Slap shot make dem wake up, big guns , a spliff where man bake up
Nuff money a mek from man wake up, nuff shotta bust from man wake up
That’s why the whole a dem affi wake up (Bang)
Gangnem pull up and put you pon status (Bang bang)
[Verse 3: Kush]
Gang
T-t light made the cats wake up, I ain’t even gotta send out a text (Brr brr)
I bought a 2 in a Q, with the soft from bro so you know I gotta fling it in the rex (Whip whip)
I got a black blade gripped in my my tracksuit just so I know I got myself in check (Haah)
Bad b wanna wine and and jiggle up chest
Only if she’s cute not rude and dead (Never)
Gear down gotta rev up the gas, do road gotta bill up my phone (Do road, do road)
I said I circle around even opp blocks, anywhere the cash is I go (In my spare time)
I still light up my zoot, take two for the niggas over there that’s ghost
And free my bruddas in the cage that’s locked, I wait for the day there home
[Verse 4: Bandokay]
Yo
And my aunties asked If I’ve lost my brain ( I ain’t lost it)
I told her I ain’t losing nuttin but I’m shooting yutes If they want this fame (Bow bow)
Bandokay and the boy SJ (My brudda)
Have you ever been out in the rain, your hottie keeps ringing and your clothes get drain
Tryna go bando for a change but it’s ringing again and I’m out for the change
Bust mans face, he can feel this pain, cock it , cock it , tryna tape that mains (Bow)
Me and you in different lanes your up in the station singing names (Don’t do it)
Bandokay not into the games, I’ll swing my blade and open your brain (Ching ching)
This bad b’s young like bae
She gotta leave now she thinks I’m strange (Buss out)
[Chorus: Lowkey]
Any time gang gear up (Bang)
We left them block tape up (Bang)
Slap shot make dem wake up, big guns , a spliff where man bake up
Nuff money a mek from man wake up, nuff shotta bust from man wake up
That’s why the whole a dem affi wake up
Gangnem pull up and put you pon status
[Outro: Lowkey]
Any time gang gear up (Bang)
We left them block tape up (Bang)
Slap shot make dem wake up, big guns , a spliff where man bake up
Nuff money a mek from man wake up, nuff shotta bust from man wake up
That’s why the whole a dem affi wake up
Gangnem pull up and put you pon status

Melii – Copy Lyrics

Melii, Melii, Melii, woo
[Chorus]
Copy how I move, she on my dick, she on my jock (On my, on my jock)
I just fucked her nigga and I never called him back (Never called him back)
Copy how I move, she on my dick, she on my jock (On my)
I just fucked her nigga and I never called him back
[Verse 2]
You took a pic in the rental
We got the key and credentials
She want to pull up and turn up like ooh-ah
All of ya exes basura
We took the jet and he flew me to Cuba
I fucked up the couch when turned up, turned up
I came up like ooh-ah, el quiere que yo lo suba
I got rappers on my dick, when I dub ’em, they be sick
I can’t stop until I’m rich, really, I been on my shit
I got diamonds on my neck, when I pull up run my check
Yea they shook, they know I’m next, I’m that bitch, what you expect? [Chorus]
Copy how I move, she on my dick, she on my jock (On my, on my jock)
I just fucked her nigga and I never called him back
Copy how I move, she on my dick, she on my jock (On my jock)
I just fucked her nigga and I never called him back
[Outro]
Oh my God, God, God
Bad lil’ bitch
Bad lil’ bitch
Bad-bad lil’ bitch, bad-bad lil’ bitch
Bad-bad lil’ bitch, bad-bad lil’ bitch
You nasty
Melii, Melii, Melii, woo
Oh my God
And I never, never called him back
Woo
Oh my God Play this song
[Intro]
Melii, woo
[Chorus]
Copy how I move, she on my dick, she on my jock (On my, on my jock)
I just fucked her nigga and I never called him back (Never called him back)
Copy how I move, she on my dick, she on my jock (On my)
I just fucked her nigga and I never called him back
[Verse 1]
I’m dubbin’ these niggas, they turn into groupies
They see all the ice and don’t know how to act
She callin’ me twin, she sayin’ I’m sis
She study my game, wanna run up a bag
Can’t fuck with my gang, wanna fuck on my gang
Said my nigga your bro, but you throwin’ it back
They not on my level, your pussy is metal
You dumb little bitch, you gon’ fuck for a stack
Bad lil’, bad lil’, bad lil’ bitch
Bad lil’ bitch, bad lil’ bitch
See the ice up on my wrist (Drip, drip)
Watch it drip, it go, “Swish”
Busca me el nene que tenga la paca
Que me coma is me pogo wuapa
Who ’bout to pop out, pull up in the drop top?

Russ – Aint Goin Back Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Yeah
Ain’t no fucking way I’m going back
Got way too much shit to take care of
And I’m having way too much fun pissing y’all off
It’s starting to look real rough out here for y’all
It’s just the beginning too
Yeah, come on, come on (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
Splittin’ five on McDoubles
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
To when there was no Russ, just Russell
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
To when mom cried so much, it left a puddle
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
But I stay tapped in to that hustle
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
Splittin’ five on McDoubles
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
To when there was no Russ, just Russell
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
To when mom cried so much, it left a puddle
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
But I stay tapped in to that hustle
[Verse 1]
I go way harder than most of y’all
If one of y’all died, wouldn’t toast to y’all
I don’t really care to get close to y’all
I live in a gym, I’m supposed to ball
Mom was applying for the food stamps
Every night studio boot camps
All I had there was a lot of free time
Cheap wine and my mind and my two hands
And the same confidence that I have right now it was more back then to be honest
Before the world got a hold of me and started controlling me
Now I’m more tapped in to the comments, than I should be
I admit that, so fuck y’all, give me my dick back
Middle finger gift wrap, for the chit chat
And to anyone thinkin’ I should quit rap
[Chorus]
I ain’t goin’ back now (I ain’t goin’ back)
Splittin’ five on McDoubles
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
To when there was no Russ, just Russell
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
To when mom cried so much, it left a puddle
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
But I stay tapped in to that hustle
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
Splittin’ five on McDoubles
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
To when there was no Russ, just Russell
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
To when mom cried so much, it left a puddle
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
But I stay tapped in to that hustle
[Verse 2]
Who’s in my league? Not you
Who does your hooks? Not you
Bitch I’m elite, top 2
And not 2, bitch I’m the 1
It’s crazy to think that I barely begun
Already on Forbes, Already in Staples
I still got 4 years ’til my twenties are done
I’m having my fun
My house is a brothel, I’m fucking her bad ’cause her pussy is gospel
Your life is awful, that ain’t my fault
Yell at your mirror, go talk to your god
I’m not letting up
Fuck how you feel
I got my boots laced and I’m out
I threw 20k in my studio; I brought the blue flame to my house
[Chorus]
I ain’t goin’ back, ah (I ain’t goin’ back)
Splittin’ five on McDoubles
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
To when there was no Russ, just Russell
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
To when mom cried so much, it left a puddle
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
But I stay tapped in to that hustle
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
Splittin’ five on McDoubles
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
To when there was no Russ, just Russell
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
To when mom cried so much, it left a puddle
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
But I stay tapped in to that hustle (Yeah) Not you
Who makes your beats?

Large Professor – Dancin’ Girl Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1]
I’m watchin’ you through the zoom lens view
You a star, the most beautiful by far
Doin’ your dance over by the bar
Flowin’, not knowin’ where you’ll go tomorrow
Come on, girl, give me a swing or a twirl
‘Cause I’m just a man trapped up in your world
For now, and can’t help but to wonder how
You manage to rock harder than a whole crowd
Of people that like, got ya lookin’ outta sight
And even when dim, you look fit, firm and trim
I can’t front, sexy, I’m like Heavens to Betsy
And that’s not your name, but I’m glad that I came
‘Cause for me, you are like the ill inspiration
All on your own, just you against the nation
Of many that come, from live to humdrum
In search of a good time, lookin’ for some
So many fellas to like, in ya head’s high life
So this song today is for you, alright? [Hook]
She’s my Dancin’ Girl
She’s my Dancin’ Girl, check her out, y’all
She’s my Dancin’ Girrrrrrl
Beyond a shadow of a doubt, y’all
She gets busy
She’s my Dancin’ Girl
My Dancin’ Girl, word up
She’s my Dancin’ Girrrrrrl
[Verse 2]
You’re never afraid to hit the floor and get paid
The rush of it got ya goin’ strong for the trade
So go on, girl, I can dig it
The way you just flick it makes all the guys wanna stick it
Do you like glue? Do ya thing, baby, keep it raw now, on the floor now, ya know? of the highest degree
From the Queens Lounge family, kid roll deluxe
Walk in the joint, holdin’ mega ill wild bucks
Flippin’ the script on all the so-called
So come and have a seat so we can both have a ball
We only have one life to live, so let’s live it
And dance all night until we both can’t give it
Another bit of energy, get down and doin’
The same exact time next week to EQ it
Do ya thing, now, keep it raw now, on the floor now, ya know? [Hook]
She’s my Dancin’ Girl
She’s my Dancin’ Girl, love her
She’s my Dancin’ Girrrrrrl
Never be another, she gets busy
She’s my Dancin’ Girl
My Dancin’ Girl
She’s my Dancin’ Girrrrrrl
She’s my Dancin’ Girl, always rock the show
Never afraid to hit the flo’ with Large Pro
She’s my Dancin’ Girl
She’s my Dancin’ Girrrrrrl
She’s my Dancin’ Girl
She’s my Dancin’ Girrrrrrl
She’s my Dancin’ Girl Maybe your nickname’s Boo
Or mystery, I want you to know that this could be
A tribute to you with much respect due
From your man Extra P. [Hook]
She’s my Dancin’ Girl
She’s my Dancin’ Girl, check her out, y’all
She’s my Dancin’ Girrrrrrl
Beyond a shadow of a doubt, y’all
She gets busy
She’s my Dancin’ Girl
My Dancin’ Girl, word up
She’s my Dancin’ Girrrrrrl
[Verse 3]
Well, it’s the end of the night and we both are at a hype
For the max, it’s time to cool off and just relax
Go home and watch cable ’til the sunlight shine
I never seen a Dancin’ Girl run like mine
Through the whole night, dancin’ for me and to the T
I’m never frontin’ on her just as long as she be
My Dancin’ Girl, the one I do adore
The minute she hits the *chi-ka-chik* dancefloor
She lights up the party for mostly everybody
So go on, girl, illuminate the whole party
Do ya thing, now, keep it raw now, on the floor now, ya know?

Wiley – Find The Energy Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro: Wiley, Caramel Brownie]
Yo, this is Eskiboy and Caramel Brownie
This one produced by Caramel Brownie, listen up
Yo, we’re doin’ this ting
‘Boy Better Know’ big up Jme, CEO (Boy Better Know)
Shut your mout’
Ay, listen
[Verse: Wiley,Caramel Brownie]
Find it in the [?] if you can’t keep up
[??] can’t keep up
If you don’t know me then go on Google
Type in Eskiboy and then you can read up
Yo my name’s Caramel Brownie
And you on the low can’t read us
I don’t know what it takes to defeat us
Play games ‘cause you can never cheat us
You should see how the crowd they greet us
So excited they been dying to meet us
Other mixed-doubles in the game can’t beat us
I don’t know who in the game is gonna lead us
They will [?] then try and retrieve us
I’m sayin’ go-away A&R, leave us
I’m sayin’ to the [?]
We’ll sign-up [?] underground call us when you need us
She’s clued up, we’re old school
Like the front of your old trainers: glued up
Check the programme, watch how we move up
Wanna spit on the beat, it’s already been chewed up
It’s all good if you wanna hear new stuff
I got new stuff, slew [n snipe?] and [?] a too tough
Please don’t [?] act too rough
Normal, slap ‘em in the head with a ruler
[?] when I wear Dior’s
Got a problem with me or
[??????]
Watch me, I’ll piss on your family tree or
I’ll spit on the door let ‘em know that it’s me or
I’ll egg the windows, laugh at me or
Keep a straight-face stand stiff in the place
Can’t take my place, not two, or three or
We’re number one, you say you can’t see or
Might you be lying, see or, she saw
[?] makin’ P or
Makin’ up ground in the game like we are
I’m a changed character
Ain’t the same calibre
I don’t need a manager
Stick with me or travel your own path
What am I doin’? Don’t ask
I’m perfecting my flow to the tee or
Somethin’ like that
We make the hard [track?] spitters in the game
Wanna roll with me or
Go against me or
Try not to pay me what they owe me or
I’m gonna hav’ta hit the road
Smash up your black old MG or
You don’t wanna get a [?] for a key or
[??????]
The groove’s at the door, then you come with me or
[?] you come with me or

P!nk – Hustle Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1]
I gave you soft, I gave you sweet
Just like a lion, you came for a sheep
Oh no, don’t try to hustle me
You took my love, mistook it for weakness
I guarantee I won’t repeat this
No, don’t try to hustle me
[Pre-Chorus]
I live my life a bullet in a gun
Give you all my love ’til my patience is done
Oh no, don’t try to hustle me
[Chorus]
So don’t hustle me, don’t hustle me
Don’t fuck with me, and don’t hustle me
So don’t hustle me, don’t hustle me, no
Don’t fuck with me, don’t hustle me
[Verse 2]
A boy like you, you think you know it all
Build it up and you’re bound to fall
Oh no-oh-oh, tryna hustle me
I spend my days tryna do you right
But you’ve been blind, you can’t see the light
Oh no-oh-oh-oh-oh, tryna hustle me
[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause I live my life a bullet in a gun
Give you all my love ’til my patience is done
Oh no, don’t try to hustle me
[Chorus]
So don’t hustle me, don’t hustle me
Don’t fuck with me, and don’t hustle me
So don’t hustle me, no, don’t hustle me
Don’t fuck with me, yeah, don’t hustle me
[Bridge]
‘Cause it won’t do no good at all to say you’re sorry now
You words, they are falling on deaf ears
And it won’t do no good at all to try to work it out
How you can you replace all these years? ‘Cause now you’ve gone and thrown away
The very thing you need
Bitch, please, don’t try to hustle me
[Chorus]
Don’t hustle me, don’t hustle me
Don’t fuck with me (Hey), don’t hustle me (Yeah)
Don’t hustle me (Don’t hustle me), don’t hustle me (Hey)
Don’t fuck with me, don’t hustle me
Don’t hustle me, don’t hustle me
Don’t fuck with me, don’t hustle me
Said don’t hustle me, don’t hustle me
Don’t fuck with me, don’t hustle me

YNW Melly – Inmate Stories Lyrics

Mayor, I was locked up in cell
Hopin’ that my niggas doin’ well
Praying for Lil Shawn, praying for my nigga J Green
Trynna get the guap by any means
I was in that bih wildin’ with my mother fucking dawgs
We was skipping school in the halls
I was so tired of eating that nasty ass food
Taking showers in them dirty ass draws
I got the top, I was so stressed
I had to get it, I had to move
I was locked up with the mother fuckin’ goons
In a mother fucking 4 by 4 room
Bitch I weren’t stressin’, I was finessin’
I’m hittin’ licks, I was a legend
I was the best fucking rapper in the compound
Nigga had a gun that hold a 100 rounds
Fuck with the staff, bitch I had face
I was eatin’ good every kind of place
4 for 4 Wendy’s and good taste
4 for 4 Wendy’s locked up [?]
Hitting up McDonalds dollar menu
Fuck that nigga hell naw I got face
I always get the mothefuckin’ quarter pounder double cheeseburger
And that mother fucking milkshake
Wait, young nigga serving weight
Staffed in the gram they be fresh
Thugged out nigga, all them nigga servin’ straight drugs
They the plug and they getting all the weight
(Get it on the way)
I was trynna run up the check
I was in that bih getting checked
When I hit a lick with that young nigga Barnes in that bitch
We was thumbin’ through a whole fucking check
Skurt off in a vet (ya) I ain’t skurt off in a vet
Nigga I was sleeping on the slab
I was with them blood, I’m bleeding red in the lab
Peel a fuck nigga like a scab
I was in the tech lab downloading music
Yeah, I was downloading music
G shine, u shine, I shine, we shine
Blood gang shout out to my big homie boosie
Free that nigga zoo, free that nigga smith
Free that niggas other that’s locked up in that bitch
Free all of my niggas that was piped up in that bitch
Doing 3 years like life up in that bitch
Niggas in your view, gotta strikeout in that bitch
Fights poppin’ out I don’t know where
Miracle big booty bitch that work there ain’t had no hair
That shit there really weren’t fair
When you locked up it seemed like nobody care
Your momma only see you like 2 times a week
Wait, matter fact 1 you don’t run into no freak
Man that shit depressing, I ain’t get no pussy
I was in that bih eating school snack cookie
I was tired of them fucking school snack cookie
I was trynna, get some school snack pussy
I ain’t worried bout it man, you know I had it on me
Yeah you know my niggas yeah, I was in there lonely
I was in the cell, I was chillin’ on my lonely
I ain’t have cell mates, I wasn’t eatin’ on bolony
Bolony went to ham then I switched this shit to turkey
[?]
If a nigga try you when he get out they gone hurt you
Catch you in the class broad day they gonʼ hurt you
Niggas in that bih getting split with da tray
Niggas in that bih switching up, turnin’ gay
Niggas in that bih smilin’ in your face
Racist ass crackers they don’t like are black race
I was in that bih getting knowledge from the old head
Young nigga, bad bitch wait? Shit, let a nigga know
I ain’t been shit since I been out
Shits brazy in here man
Molly, Molly
Molly, Molly
Let me tell you something
(verse1)
Niggas in the gram, niggas in that bitch to turn to snitch
Niggas in that bitch suckin’ dick
Hold up wait a minute we ain’t really on that bullshit
Nigga I will hit you with the stick
I was in that bitch wildin’ with them motherfuckin’ jits
Who got the plugs on them sticks? These niggas really don’t care
These niggas don’t give a damn
These niggas flaw, these niggas locked up damn
This how it is in the gram
Yeah, Mr. Aye, hold up wait, whoady
Yellow bitch walking like she bow leg
Wait, let me get back on top
Ran into some niggas got the plug on the chop
Hold up wait, gotcha
Burger King I ain’t eat no fucking whopper Play this song
(intro)
Sit back down imma explain it to you
Imma explain it to you like
All this shit, what you wanna hear bout bruh? All bout that skrilla I was locked up wit them gorillas
And I ran into a couple killas
Ran into Lil Cory yeah that nigga really on the shit
And he’s throwing L’s in that bitch
I was locked up, nigga, year in that bitch
Damn near failed in that bitch
School wasn’t shit easy ass work in that shit
Easy ass work in that shit
Staff sucking dick, staff in that bitch fuck the clique
Staff trynna twerk in that shit
All these hoes shit many niggas in there ain’t shit
Man them pussy niggas they’re fake
These niggas hate these niggas smile in your face
Probably spray your ass with the rake
Hold up wait, wait.

Marvin Gaye – The World Is Rated X (Alternate Mix) Lyrics

They let the children see life destroyed
But they won’t let them see the making
Oh, what happened to God’s creation? God is watching, He knows where you’re at
Yes, he’s watching the situation, that’s a fact
[Outro]
Oh, the world’s situation
Should be rated X, woo
Situation Where’s the hope for us all? Where’s the joy? Rated X
What about the killing, fighting, stealing everywhere? Play this song
[Chorus]
Oh, the world’s situation
Should be rated X, rated X
Said, the world’s situation
Should be rated X, yeah, rated X
Listen, people
[Verse 1]
Not only in the movie shows
Take a look outside, it’s where the truth is really told
It’s life in living color
Fighting, killing and dope dealing, it’s everywhere
[Chorus]
What about the crime? Where’s the peace? [Verse 2]
The one thing that really bothers me the most
Is how we calmly take the lives of other folk
The world today is in a grave situation
Dirty water we can’t drink, dirty air, it’s so unfair
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Baby, something is missing all over the world
It’s alright, it’s okay
You and me, baby, can withstand
All the sin and corruption this land
We got love, we got peace
If we could hold it, spread it all over world
[Chorus]
Oh, then the world’s situation
Won’t be rated X, rated X
Do you hear me? When I preach all that I’ve learned
We’ll have happiness and love, it’ll be oh, so sweet
And then we jive in the master plan
We can walk together, side by side, hand in hand
Oh, love is still rated X
We all know is hate is all the way rated X
[Bridge]
Where’s the love?

Logic – By the Bridge Lyrics

It feels like everywhere I go
I’m searching for something inside my soul
If I never find what I’m searching for
Would you still love me or let me go? It feels like everywhere I go
I’m searching for something inside my soul
If I never find what I’m searching for
Would you still love me or let me go? [Verse]
Hey there, are you listenin’? Play this song
[Verse]
Hey there, are you listenin’? I just found a dead man by the bridge again
By the bridge again
Spread your wings and take the leap
Spill your blood all on the street by the bridge again
By the bridge again
Why isn’t anybody listening
This world is so beautiful, but then again
But then again
[Chorus]
It feels like everywhere I go
I’m searching for something inside my soul
If I never find what I’m searching for
Would you still love me or let me go? I just found a dead man by the bridge again
By the bridge again
Spread your wings and take the leap
Spill your blood all on the street by the bridge again
By the bridge again
Why isn’t anybody listening
This world is so beautiful, but then again
But then again
[Chorus]
It feels like everywhere I go
I’m searching for something inside my soul
If I never find what I’m searching for
Would you still love me or let me go?

Logic – Best Friend Lyrics

Play this song
[Chorus]
You’re my best friend, you’re the air that I breathe
You’re the love of my life, the only thing I’ll ever need
You’re the reason I wrote this song
You’re the one that I’ve been searching for
Who’s been right there all along
[Post-Chorus]
My heart is heavier
Been a thousand suns without you
My heart is heavier
Been a thousand suns without you
[Chorus]
You’re my best friend, you’re the air that I breathe
You’re the love of my life, the only thing I’ll ever need
You’re the reason I wrote this song
You’re the one that I’ve been searching for
Who’s been right there all along
[Post-Chorus]
My heart is heavier
Been a thousand suns without you
My heart is heavier
Been a thousand suns without you

Jarren Benton – The Beautiful People Lyrics

Something beautiful or something free? Something beautiful or something free? Hey, you, are you trying to be mean? Play this song
[Verse 1]
Ain’t no mercy for my enemies
When you see me better keep the energy
I am not right mentally
You are not what you pretend to be
Ain’t no friends inside the industry
How dare these pussy niggas mention me
The day forever live in infamy
I simply do not have the sympathy
I body the booth then I go buy me the coupe
I say goodbye to the roof, I keep my eye on the loot
Bitch I’m a god, I need a bionic suit
I could not hang with these lames, even if I’m in a noose
My niggas gon’ pull up on you
Pop a trunk, get the two, pop, it’s time to peel off just like Booth
I should be locked in a zoo
Knock off your block just like ooh
Take off her top in the pool
She give me top and I’m cool
You see the chop and then drive off the jewels
Bitch it’s the bully, I dropped out of school
I pack a punch that’ll knock out a moose
Nigga vamos baby y’all gotta move
Express level Benton, bitch I will not lose
I’m from the home of the brave, rep the East of the A
You shot at my partner now he gotta pay
I weed out the fake, I could see y’all afraid
I don’t fuck with these niggas, don’t need all the hate
Gun on my waist, I don’t need my brigade bumping Marilyn Manson, bitch we gotta raid
Don’t ever forget it, bitch, we do not play
This the reaper, I put your ass deep in the grave you bitch
[Pre-Chorus]
There’s no time to discriminate
Hate every motherfucker that’s in your way
[Chorus]
Hey you, what do you see? If you live with apes, man, it’s hard to be clean
[Verse 2]
Ugh, The Beautiful People, look bitch I’m in beast mode
You say we got beef or
Won’t you come to the beef store, watch me cut up meatloaf
That little bitch give me deepthroat
Ram a coke up my mink coat
Going down like a sinkhole
Turn this bitch into a freakshow
Got a new pack of cinco
That’s a .45, leave you mortified
Now we torture guys, wait for your demise
Bitch stop acting like you’re horrified
Push this brain and dope across the borderline
They button up, they act like Coraline
Married to the game, this for 40 bruh
When I die, I’ll be immortalized
Bitches close your eyes cause it’s a homicide motherfucker
[Pre-Chorus]
There’s no time to discriminate
Hate every motherfucker that’s in your way
[Chorus]
Hey you, what do you see? Hey, you, are you trying to be mean? If you live with apes, man, it’s hard to be clean