Lil Pump – Boss

Damn, everybody do wanna be me
Fuck a nigga bitch don’t care, damn
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Never wearin’ slippers, I always flippin’ bricks
Walk in the trap like a boss
Bitch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
Damn, yeah I sold crack in the halls, damn
Lil Pump, bands on top
Bitch, I flex Rick Ross, ooh
[Hook]
Bitch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
100 on my wrist, can’t tell me shit
Throwin’ up racks in the air, damn
[Hook]
[Verse]
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh

Lookin’ at my neck and its Fiji, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Bitch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, yeah
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, yeah
Bitch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
Damn, I just broke my wrist
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Bitch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
Bitch, I flex Rick Ross, ooh
Damn, everybody do wanna be me
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Walk in the trap like a boss, oooh
Told that bitch Lil Pump yeah, ooh
Lookin’ at my neck and its Fiji, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Walk in the trap, Ric Flair, ooh
Pop 4 xans then I fucked a nigga’s bitch
Bitch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Bitch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah

Walk in the trap like a boss
Gave my mom 2 Glocks
Bitch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
Aye, yeah I came up with the sauce damn

KYLE – Not The Same

I don’t have to buy flowers
Yeah
We’re not the same, we are not the
My blessings stay on repeat
Every time I check for the check it ain’t never late
Not the same, we are not the same
Law of attraction I guess I’m attractive
Facts, I am not the rest of the pack
[Chorus]
Take a throwaway track, turn it to a plaque, whoa
I am not a random [?]
I know how to do something nobody can
Not the same, we are not the same
Not the same, we are not the same

Magic, it’s magic

Not the same, we are not the same
They need the light, them boys used to lyin’
I guess I got superpowers
Don’t know your name, I don’t know your name
[Verse 1]
[?]
Not the same, we are not the same
Million dollar mindset boy you gotta meditate
They creepin’ right, creepin’ left and right
We’re not the same, we are not the
Take the baddest then vanish
Got money in my emails
We’re not the same, we are not the
I’m getting my, they just getting by
What they call you, that’s a different name
Not the same, we are not the same
[Chorus]
Don’t know your name, I don’t know your name
I’ma level up til I levitate (levitate)
If I can think it, I can have it all
I got this game on easy
Not the same, we are not the same
We’re not the same, we are not the same
Not the same, we are not the same
Don’t hesitate
We’re not the same, we are not the
[Verse 2]
We’re not alive once you look inside
[Chorus]
Don’t know your name, I don’t know your name
Not the same, we are not the same
We’re not the same, we are not the same
We’re not the same, we are not the same
Not the same, we are not the same
Not the same, we are not the same

And all my homies CC’ed
Don’t know your name, I don’t know your name
We’re not the same, we are not the same
Not the same, we are not the same

Kemba – Greed

Turned around and bought a Sprite though
[Hook]
I’ve already seen an eye-full
Caesar with a light, Caesar finna fight, people killing for a paycheck
[Verse 2]
There ain’t no way you’ll succeed
Greed
*Gunshot*
Bronx 12 got the 12 lookin like the higher help with an apron
Little children holding high hopes
Know i hit two birds with a single stone get the cowards off the block
Practice fainting from a high foam pen
You went away to get yours, and now you’re all into mine

Shaq diesel with a sheriff badge, that’s a high percentage shot
Fox news call me ape, well if I’m an ape I’mma be the apex
You know you got what I want
Christian Baptism finna cost all

I know you got what I need
[Verse 1]
You would think we was drug lords if you watch CNN
You know you got what I want
Don’t try to stand in my way
Don’t try to stand in my way
Caught in between a cold world and a box they was in
Drop a penny off the Eiffel
Where the hood get the drugs from, please remind me again
Greed
Niggas hangin’ from a high rope
How much really is a life worth?
No no no no no
Preacher reaching where the tithes go
Scriptures written out the bible
Greed
Call the Bronxville press tell em get the twelvie off the block ASAP
I know you got what I need
No no no no no
I know you got what I need
They saying, "maybe it’s all in your mind, maybe it’s all in your mind."
My my PD drive by, I better lie low
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Pastor tweeting from an iPhone 6
Fat lady singing in the nursery room I’ve been dying slow
There ain’t no way you’ll succeed
Another routine spot search from the bottom to the top
Greed
Niggas bangin’ with the 5-0
My niggas stuck, like Siamese twins
I know you got what I need
When the laws of the land and the laws of man intertwine
Where the mothafucking safe at nigga?
I just what’s right bust a U-ie on a universal vibrations
I call it a glitch in the Matrix, a flaw in design
Homie couldn’t get a rap on me try to hit me with a citation
Born with a man-made disease God couldn’t diagnose
Greed
Niggas stumbled on the fountain of youth
Greed
Niggas pray for vitiligo, oh man!

[Hook]
Stopped the kid tryna hit a cop, tell me how I’m in a lot?
Some wish i wouldn’t say that
Doctor matching up the type O
I’ve been hitting up the opposition where the funds are where the safe at
How can one man have so much?
How can one man have so much?
My only fear is to die poor

Even Fresh Prince gettin’ old now, where the time go?

GARREN – Wrong Way

Lot of niggas made their momma pay
That’s the smartest thing I done
I ain’t tryna to die, I ain’t tryna to go to jail

My homie just got sprayed today

I didn’t even want to bang, I wanted brotherhood
I can’t let all this energy just go to waste, nah nah

Lot of niggas didn’t see today
Only problem is I didn’t really fit in
Don’t be scared to take your own way
Lord help me see the way
Athens park on El Segundo niggas showed me love
So I had to go my own way
Lot of niggas took the short way
[Chorus]
Man I had to go the long way, long way
All I’m tryna do is see their face
[Outro]
Niggas all around me gang bang, dope slang
Still ain’t in my life, oh yeah
That’s the smartest thing I done
Tried to stunt like my daddy, thought I was a crip
So I had to go my own way
No idea what I’m bout to get in
When I make a change, when I rearrange?
[Verse 2]
Lord help the people operatin’ off of hate
Got up on my knees and prayed
[Chorus]
It’s the summer of the eighth grade
Save your momma from the hurt and pain
Please keep all my family safe
Yeah I had to go the long way, long way

That’s the day I gave myself a little worth
Man I had to go the long way, long way
Rolled another dice, gotta pay the price, had to miss my life
Niggas all around me gang bang, dope slang
I made that choice, made that choice
Yeah I had to go the long way, long way
He made another sale, got another strike
I’m already talkin’ to my dad through the mail
And he already in his grave
Niggas all around me gang bang, dope slang
I don’t wanna see my life go down the drain, nah
Still put in the work
And I kept my poise, kept my poise
I was grindin’ I was gettin’ money, drummin’ for the church
Don’t be scared to go the long way
He got back out then went back in
If you handle life the wrong way, the wrong way
So I had to go my own way
You gon’ pay, yah
Yeah I was on the wrong shit
Fuck it then I ain’t gon’ bang, I love my life, I’m good
Get up out the struggle, stay up on my hustle
Yeah I had to go the long way, long way
But when you really from the gang you dyin’ for the hood
And if I stay up in them streets, I’ll end up hurt
I remember I was twelve ’bout to be a blood
Man I had to go the long way, long way
And I kept my poise, kept my poise
I made that choice, made that choice
[Verse 1]
[Chorus]

CJ Fly – Dope (Uncensored)

Every time I take one toke
When I’m out in the West, give thanks for the plug

[Verse]
Love the body high when it leave me lethargic
Doooooope
Swear that I begin to float

Know I love to smoke
[Intro]
Give thanks for the plug, give thanks for the plug
When I’m out in the West, give thanks for the plug
I think I’m important, need my weed imported
Hit my dealer up to see what’s on the market
Give thanks for the plug, give thanks for the plug
When I’m down in the South, give thanks for the plug
Give thanks for the plug, give thanks for the plug
[Hook]

Give thanks for the plug, give thanks for the plug
Swear that I begin to float
Doooooope
Certain details, I know it can be recorded
Doooooope
Know I love to smoke
Noo-ohhhh!
When I’m out in the West, give thanks for the plug
Hands are always orange, I be so rewarding
Know I love to smoke
Kids smoke K2 and it got ’em goin’ loco
Give thanks for the plug, give thanks for the plug
Won’t hear from me again if my weed get shortened
When I’m home in the East, give thanks for the plug
Swear that I begin to float
Give thanks for the plug, give thanks for the plug
Ain’t rap-snitching, what you think that we retarded?
Give thanks for the plug, give thanks for the plug
When I’m home in the East, give thanks for the plug
Every time I take one toke
How much THC is in the weed you smokin’?
[Outro]
When I cross overseas, give thanks for the plug
My bitch white, I’m black, we like Ice-T and Coco
Give thanks for the plug, give thanks for the plug

Love my marijuana, everybody want it
When I’m down in the South, give thanks for the plug
Doooooope
Give thanks for the plug, give thanks for the plug
[Hook]
Know I love to smoke
Give thanks for the plug, give thanks for the plug
Every time I take one toke
When I cross overseas, give thanks for the plug
Only difference she knows surgery’s a no-no
Fuck your brand new Jordan’s and the number on ’em
Might hit others just to see who got the bargain
Every time I take one toke
When I’m home in the East, give thanks for the plug
I go crazy if I gotta buy weed local
Swear that I begin to float
Buy from so-and-so, now it can’t be reported

CADE – Sorry For Myself (Acoustic)

My mental would be fine
Feeling sorry for my
I don’t know how to love somebody else, love somebody else, love somebody else

[Post-Chorus]
But I’m feeling sorry for myself, sorry for myself, sorry for myself
But I’m feeling sorry for myself, sorry for myself, sorry for myself

I’m busy feeling sorry for myself, sorry for myself, sorry for myself

And over for so long
I’m feeling sorry for my
Amazed and feeling sorry for myself, sorry for myself, sorry for myself
Other than a song
I should take one of them home
[Post-Chorus]
I’m busy feeling sorry for myself, sorry for myself, sorry for myself
[Pre-Chorus]

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t know how to love somebody else, love somebody else, love somebody else

I don’t know how to love somebody else, love somebody else, love somebody else

I should listen to a song
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
I’m feeling sorry for my (I’m feeling sorry for my)
Feeling sorry for my
Amazed and feeling sorry for myself, sorry for myself, sorry for myself
Yeah, anyone at all
If I could clear from my mind

I should take you out of my phone
Sorry for myself, sorry for myself, sorry for myself
[Ending]
I’m busy feeling sorry for myself, sorry for myself, sorry for myself
[Verse 1]

Blondie – Long Time

Does it make you upset?
Take me, then lose me, then tell them I’m yours
[Chorus]
Does it make you think everybody wants to be your friend
Does it make you upset
[Bridge]
I’ve been running circles round a night that never ends
Are you, happy?
I’ve been with you so long, even seen you lose it, but, who cares?
Draping from the davenport in your insecure typhoon

I can make you think, everybody wants to be your friend

I can give you a heartbeat, I can give you a friend
I can give you a heartbeat, i can give you a friend

I can make you think, everybody wants to be your friend
Is this what you wanted, is this everything you had in store?
[Outro]

I’ve been with you so long, even seen you lose it, but, who cares?
I’ve been chasing heartache, in a city and a friend
Happy in success, but still a thousand miles away
Are you, happy?
Drinking with your cell phone with a smile on your face

Take me, then lose me, then tell them I’m yours
[Chorus]
Are you, happy?
Take me, then lose me, then tell them Im yours
[Verse 1]
Does it make you think everybody wants to be your friend?
Does it take you a long time
Does it take you a long time
I’ve been chasing heartache, in a city and a friend

[Chorus]

Take me, then lose me, then tell them I’m yours
Does it take you a long time?
[Pre-Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I can give you a heartbeat, i can give you a friend
Take me, then lose me, then tell them I’m yours
Can you even want me, or this just a way to keep you safe?
Racing down the bowery, on a crowded afternoon
I’ve been running circles ’round a night that never ends

Does it make you think everybody wants to be your friend
Take me, then lose me, then tell them I’m yours
Does it make you upset
Take me, then lose me, then tell them I’m yours
I can make you think, everybody wants to be your friend

A. Chal – To The Light

I said I found a way, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
I said I found a way, to that light
With my brother, yo roll another
I said I found a way, to that light
I don’t want it, you can have it
To that light, I got it right
I said I found a way, to that light
To that light, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]

I said I found a way, to that light
Head lookin’ down at my collar
[Intro]
To that light, I got it right
Eyes bloodshed, marijuana

[Chorus]
[Verse 1]
I said I found a way, to that light
I turn to the guy that you said I couldn’t ride
Countin’ up this bag while I’m smokin’ out the bag
To that light, I got it right
I found a way, to that light
To that light, I got it right
Starin’ at the eyes of my karma
I said I found a way, to that light
When you call me, ain’t tryna hear it (hello?)
I said I found a way, to that light
I said I found a way, to that light
What you talkin’ ’bout? What you fall off?
Like it’s magic, I’m disappearin’

To that light, I got it right
Focused on the fam in mi casa
Now I see the signs, that’s why I’m pressin’ decline
I said I found a way, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
I’ve been doin’ things how I wanna
I’m open, Michael Jackson and Nirvana
I said I found a way, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
[Chorus]
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight

Blowin’ all this cash on the things that never last
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
I said I found a way, to that light
I said I found a way, to that light
Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
To that light, I got it right
I’m tryna find my way to my dogma

Gucci Mane – Coachella

I’m a wild pitcher, watch out cause bitch, I might hit ya

Cold weather, just performed at Coachella
Soft-top Rolls, I pulled out the parking lot
(burr)
[Refrain]
Its a cold Summer so I’m a paint the lamb yellow (yewww)
[Refrain]
This bitch won’t pick up the phone she must think I’m Travis Scott (hoe)
(burr, burr, burr)

[Verse 1]
This for my niggas in a hole, still selling dope
My summer cold
Cold weather, just performed at Coachella
I’m an Eskimo I live with snow, hoe snorting coke

This for my niggas in a hole, still selling dope
Yeah that ass on swole but you know that bitch a thot
This for my niggas on the stove getting out the bowl
My summer cold
(hot)
I’m an Eskimo I live with snow, hoe snorting coke
When you super cold then they drop it likes it’s hot
This for my niggas in a hole, still selling dope
These hoes ain’t really fucking you they fucking what you got bro
[Verse 2]
Gucci so dope like they pulled him out the pot
She getting with you, don’t spend your lifetime snitching
Don’t care if your man play ball or not bitch all tote is bankrolls
(burr, burr, burr)
Cold weather, just performed at Coachella
My summer cold
It’s a cold summer so I’ma paint the Lamb yellow (yewww)
Its a cold Summer so I’m a paint the lamb yellow (yewww)
This for my niggas on the stove getting out the bowl
(burr, burr, burr)
I’m an Eskimo I live with snow, hoe snorting coke
Told her suck it like she love it and you better not waste a drop
This for my niggas on the stove getting out the bowl
Brought your bitch witcha, watch me cause I might Mike Vick her
I’m a ill nigga, come get a life size picture
[Chorus]
Watch sweater, Patek and it’s an eye catcher
[Chorus]
That’s your wife, get her, so cold I need like five sweaters (brrr)

Classy Silhouette – Not A Savior (feat. Nena Marcella)

Going to be
Deep down inside to yourself you regret it
But you couldn’t tell a lady from a ho
Trying to lay every single girl down that you can get
Put a ring on her finger
You’re on a dope lean gone mad
She would have made a good wife
That’s why she’s not coming back
Treating women like they’re disposable razors
It was all in vain
You’re not a savior
I swore I heard you say
You’re only trying to find another ho to let you stick it in
What makes you think she needs you to save her
You’re going to be missing her
But you couldn’t tell a lady from a ho
No she can’t get down with that
Somehow you must have lost your way
But you never should have let her go
That’s why she left you where you’re at
Everywhere you been
So keep on popping those pills
You even told your friends she was an easy lay
Now everything is changed
Her head turns unbothered
You never should have let her go
Running around playing games
But you don’t know the difference between a lady and ho
Everywhere you go
Your mind goes in and out of different phases
So you could never save her
She would have stayed in her lane
You’re not a savior
Now everything you built
You need to check your behavior
She’s not a ho so you don’t have to make it rain
What makes you think she needs you to save her
You’re lost in a dead end maze
But they was only hating and now you let a good thing go
It won’t ever be the same
(And hopefully one day she will forget your name)
You need to check your behavior
That’s why she’s sad
So you could never save her
You brag and you boast but it’s not ok
But you’re popping those pills
She don’t understand that
Every time you try to hollar
You treat her bad
You’re only trying to find another ho to let you stick it in
And one day you’re going to look back and wish you never said it
Your’re chasing cheap thrills
VERSE ONE :Classy Silhouette:
And one day you’re going to turn up with a doctor bill
Living life in a daze confused and crazed
But you couldn’t tell a lady from a ho
One day you’re going to realize you’re not getting nothing out of it
You never should have let her go
She’s scared you’re going to rob her
What makes you think she needs you to save her
You threw it all away in the name of fame
Cough syrup purple fad
And it’s all because your friends said so
Because the other day
And hopefully one day she will forget your name
Not living off the caine
You keep dissing her
Keep on chasing cheap thrills
You’re going to be missing her
So keep on popping those pills
That you’re sleeping with three different chicks everyday
Now you’re trying to sabotage her
She need’s a man to put her in a frame
Keep on chasing cheap thrills
Give her his last name
You keep dissing her
Named after your dad
You never should have let her go
Hooked on a bag
VERSE TWO: Nena Marcella:
What makes you think she needs you to save her

Tinie Tempah – Youth (Youth Album)

All these memories, these memories I hold
Let’s get more number 1’s and more plaques this year
If you don’t get it now, then you’ll get it when you’re older, aha
Then I give a girl my soul
We about to get this bread poppin’ like a toaster
Gettin’ older, things I seen make me turn colder
16, set up by a chick what a cockup, yeah
Night bus, New Years Eve, one December back
People speakin’ on my name
Top down, sittin’ in this roadster
[Outro]
Rock in a hard place, label tryna make us do it their way
Toured Usher, Drizzy, even toured with Cole
Killin’ all these rappers I’m the scene’s Casasosa
And nobody wants to be the blocka
Where I come from, we talk about "Who is goin’ jail next?"
Freddy on the boat sayin’, "Where we gonna sail next?"
Told wifey I might even give up smokin’ this year
I’m either self-assured or I’m scared, and that’s how I deal with the fear
Yeah, Youth, aha
Everythin’ is homegrown, comin’ like a garvey
Aftershock days, Saint James on the block days
Then next thing I know I end up on the road
Yeah, last year was not practise year
Everythin’ to me is blasé
I been coastin’ but the last few years have been weird
[Verse]

In these funny times, it’s important that we’re closer
Nu Brand Flexx days, Morleys on the estate
Told Dumi I’ma rap with more emotion this year
And next thing you know I’m turnin’ 28 years old, woah
Started meditation and I started doin’ yoga
But I’m ‘ere still, mans gon’ clear, clear, clear still
Not everyone’s a shotta, but everybody’s runnin’ from a coppa
If you could feel the burnin’ in my ears, type of pain that can bring a man to tears
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, you don’t remember that?
I might even try goin’ back to mass this year
3 piece on, Prince of Wales check
Told the architect to make the whole thing parquet
Young Rico Suave
Yeah, told bro that I ain’t jokin’ this year
Keep the doors wide open this year
We got four Benz’ and make ’em drop it on my chauffeur
I say allow the blurry lines, let’s talk facts this year
We tellin’ them we wanna do it our way

Tinie Tempah – Not For The Radio (feat. Mnek) (Youth Album)

So I’m gonna make damn sure
We bring the stars out
Got a new crib and you can’t come round
Thank you for fuckin’ with me
We the realist and the roach
This is the realest shit I ever wrote (that I ever wrote)
This the realest shit I ever wrote, uh
I don’t wear snapbacks, yo I wear crowns
[Chorus: MNEK]
Hip-hop, Grime and then I went pop
I don’t wear snapbacks, yo I wear crowns

So hear my spirit grow
I ain’t even tryna gloat
Trade your life for my life, let’s swap
I’ll make sure you remember
Sometimes I fear I might lose it all
[Chorus: MNEK]
Sometimes I drive to a random place
Been drivin’ round, we in France now

Me and Ric’ like how we gonna get this played
This is the realest shit I ever wrote (that I ever wrote)
[Verse 1: Tinie Tempah]
Price as rich if I wasn’t this blick
Love letters to my city
I’ll make sure you remember
Go clean in my dad’s old shop with the mop
Yeah, 8 years sittin’ on top
This year haters gonna big me up
Yeah, yeah
[Outro: Tinie Tempah]

[Chorus: MNEK & Ray BLK]
[Verse 2: Tinie Tempah]
We the only black boys skiin’ on slopes

Sometimes I’m scared of not havin’ shit
Love letters to the city, city, city
Lost some payings but I gained the masses
They may not play this on the radio

Nearly fell apart in the first year
Used to be wilder, now I’m more tame
I don’t know how Drizzy manages
Price big if I wasn’t this proud, yeah
Kill this thug, it’s a felony
Uh, climbin’ heights and I break new grounds
Hope they don’t think I’ma let it slide
This is love, love letters to the city, city, city
Yeah, I’m insane, yeah
Price rich if I wasn’t this blick
Said you’ll remember me
I’ll make sure you remember me
They may not play this on the radio
Kill this thug, it’s a felony
This is the realest shit I ever wrote (that I ever wrote)
So hear my spirit grow
Through my melody
Used to love hoes, now I want bae
I fell in love with a married chick
Through my melody
This is the realest shit I ever wrote (that I ever wrote)
Grow free in myself
Talkin’ to the mirror like, "How did I get this fame?"

I know the mayor, I know the nitties
TBT ’07 and 8
I’ll make sure you remember
Who in the fuck do they think they are?
So I’m gonna make damn sure
Yeah, I’ve been there, done that, had that what?
Grow free in myself
Used to want dough, now I want change
We bring the whole Geordie Shore cast out
Where a man would know if a guy was gettin’ money on the ends
[Chorus: MNEK & Ray BLK]
[Bridge: MNEK & Ray BLK & Tinie Tempah]
I’ll make sure you remember me
Take a pill and let ’em chase the magic
Didn’t think that I could handle it

So hear my spirit grow
Always gon’ remember, always gon’ remember me
Wrote my will before I made a classic
Through my melody
This year no one’s gonna hold me down
Price as big if I wasn’t this proud
They may not play this on the radio
I don’t know how Jigga manages
Kill this thug, it’s a felony
It’s such a crazy world, law of averages
Yeah, uh, I think she in love with a married man

Yeah, I’m the shit, yo, word to my bowels
[Intro: MNEK]
I got every single line memorised
Yeah, I’m the shit, yo, word to my bowels
Love, love, love thank you for fuckin’ with me
I was like, mate, uh
So hear my spirit grow
This year haters gonna big me up
Used to be crazy, now I’m insane
Fuck whoever tryna hate on Patrick
Grow free in myself
So I did rap, had two, two jobs
So I’m gonna make damn sure
So I’m gonna make damn sure
Grow free in myself
Hope they don’t think I’m just any guy
Got the mandem, up in [?] wild
Uh, climbin’ high to a brand new grounds
Got a new crib and you can’t come round
Kill this thug, it’s a felony
I’ll make sure you remember me
Thank you for fuckin’ with me
Through my melody
Whip smelling like we sellin’ cannabis
I’ll make sure you remember me
Where we used to wear Lyle & Scott
I’ll make sure you remember me
This year no one’s gonna hold me down
Wu-Tang Clan, gravel pit
Love letters to my city
They may not play this on the radio

Tinie Tempah – Lightwork (Youth Album)

Been defence, but I’m never on a camp ting
Straight, hear mi nah
I got broads in Atlanta that are by design
No more pussy niggas we don’t really fuck with
I just do it for the kids, like Michelle Pfeiffer
Long setters, got bars, I’m a lifer
You see the hits? Lightwork
Lightwork Uh, you see the hits?
Love AJ, but I can’t stand Armani
Nah , [?], you see it?

Passin’ out like LeBron, ain’t [?]
Yeah, black boys gettin’ white paper
Good yes akhi, yes akhi
Word to Dizzee man, I used to wanna rock Ecko
Lightwork You see the hits?
I told the pigs that they can’t search him
[Verse 1]
Love and peace
Lightwork Uh, you see the hits?
[Intro]

Yo, yo
I just got a number one, then she start twerkin’
Feel like Beckham, Lamborghini and black [?] (Skrr)
It’s a madness, you get involved?
Fur coat ’cause 101 Dalmatians
I’m gettin’ paid, me and Mitch like Mekhi Pfeiffer
I coulda shagged Don and shoulda shagged Carley
Uh, she wear the cape, tastin’ calamari
Tried to bury me alive but they can’t murk him
Rockin’ white gold, pink gold and the yellow
Get a Visa, I ain’t never been to Faliraki
Drop the beat then she might twerk
Uh, we made love but I never wifed her
What you saying, love and peace yeah?
We gettin’ million skank tings
I just do it for the kids like Michelle Pfeiffer
Got a wicked white ting like a money ranger
Long setters, got bars, I’m a lifer
[Verse 2]
Venice at the weekend with my black Barbie
Yo
She like the fact that I’m hard workin’
Uh, bustin’ Dom P with Little Clive
[Post-Chorus]
Hatin’ on us ’cause we young rich

Uh, she look good but sound amazin’
[Chorus]
Got 10 gold chains, I’m the Shabba Rank kid
Uh, gettin’ wasted at my rap party
No more pics with niggas we don’t really fuck with
See the crib, kept the shit so art decor
[Chorus]
That’s lots of filters and foundation
Lightwork You see the hits?
Flickin’ on my Periscope, like hi, hater
Drop the beat then she might twerk
Lightwork You see the hits?
Pecknarm yeah?
Uh, now these haters wanna jump ship
You ain’t gotta watch Christ, see these rappers actin’
Lightwork You see the hits?
Mi nah pick up
[Post-Chorus]

From the underground, now we in the skyscraper
You see the hits? Lightwork
I’m gettin’ paid, like when Chris left Billy Piper
Uh, got a BET and I ain’t never done cypher
Lightwork You see the hits?
Where my dawgs out? Where my Alsatians?

Been round the world, doing jet, Steve Angelo

I make ’em feel so good that she can’t say no
I got a zebra in my house and an antelope
Another one, it’s another dubplate special
Comin’ from the southside where the slang ghetto
You see the ting that ah gwarn

Tinie Tempah – Chasing Flies (feat. Nea) (Youth Album)

Chasin’ flies
Now you’re acting shady
We ain’t worry we just wait and hide
And I give you anything you’re wanting
You’ve got me in another state of mind
I was all in some deep house
We don’t hurry
Just put on my favorite song
We ain’t worry we just wait and hide
Aye, we don’t hurry
[Chorus: Nea]
Falling down on your knees, quick
We ain’t spoke up lately
Yo, this our time and we ain’t rushing
I used to be your best friend
[Chorus: Nea]
You’re down girl and I mean it
We don’t hurry
[Chorus: Nea]
Know you’re down for that G-shit
And who cares what’s going on

You know I’d rather chose faith than the money and the fame combined
Skip an Uber we could take the underground we could waste some time
And who cares what’s going on
That was part of my weakness

Gonna dance for you in slow mo’
I don’t wanna say bye-bye (Bye, bye, bye)
You’re the main number in my phone bill (My phone bill)
Girl, this our time and we ain’t rushing no
I love the way you’re so chill (You’re so chill)
We don’t hurry

Keep you in the wave
And who cares what’s going on
Pretty ‘jay’s fly in the twilight
I love the way you know the deal (You know the deal, yeah)
Do you wanna ride, ride, ride, ride
We don’t hurry we got all this time
We don’t hurry
[Verse 2: Tinie Tempah]
We don’t hurry
Feeling’ like I’m in the sky-y-y (Sky, sky, sky)
Aye, we don’t hurry
We don’t hurry we got all this time
Just put on my favorite song
Why are you so amazing?
Chasin’ flies
Show you that I’m never on a long ting
You know I love it when you wake up high
Gonna dance for you in slow mo’
Show you that I’m never on a long ting
Chasin’ flies
We ain’t worried we just wait and hide
Try’n see if you’re down girl
Yeah, roll a lil’ some’, smoke a lil’ some’
[Verse 1: Tinie Tempah]
Gonna dance for you in slow mo’
We don’t hurry we got all this time
What’s up with your iPhone?
Aye, we don’t hurry

We don’t hurry we got all this time
For no reason

You ain’t taking amneesin’
We don’t hurry we got all this time
We don’t hurry we got all this time
And I give you anything you’re wanting
We don’t hurry
You’re so real, you’re so real, you’re so real
Thought your girl for that freak
[Bridge: Tinie Tempah & Nea]
Girl you don’t know me lately
You was all in some deep shit
Just put on my favorite song
May play some grime
Why am I so wavy?
Yeah yeah

Tinie Tempah – Mamacita (feat. Wizkid) (Youth Album)

And I really wanna be in your company
‘Cause I’m on the road my whole life (Mamacita)
My girl, in the dark you’re my sunlight
Scrollin’ through your pics like, got me singin’ this like
Any way you want, any way you like
Say she goin’ in, say she wanna vibe
Remember startin’ up my own wave, won’t lie
I like your style

I like your style
My mum complainin’ but it’s okay, it’s your time
Love me, lady, yeah, oh I
‘Cause the whole industry is tryna come for me
For you, I don’t want the street life

Come, let’s get more familiar
I like your style
Oh, mamacita
Yeah she shines so bright like the daylight
Girl I wanna meet you in my next life

Come, let’s stay ’til mañana
When you come through, you make me feel nice
I like your style
And again, twenty and zero, undefeated

Oh, mamacita
Yeah, none of them girls got nothin’ on your steez
You’re super wavy, baby
I used to bus it, baby, no train, no sky
Hey, mamacita
You take a selfie, girl, you’re so vein, don’t lie
But tonight let’s live on and enjoy life
I like your style
Come, let’s get more familiar
With you I wanna live a good life
Baby, you’re my cup of tea
Oh, mamacita
Come, let’s get more familiar
Hey, mamacita
You know I like the way you rotate, close thighs

Yeah you give me some
I like your style
Oh, mamacita
I like your style
Yeah, yeah mamacita!
When I pop, pop in your dungarees
Like Amber Rose without the foreplay, four fives
Yeah and haters gettin’ dissed like smiley with a kiss like
I like your style
Come, let’s get more familiar
If we have kids, what would it be like?
Hotter than 81 degrees
I like your style
Hey, mamacita
Now when you bus it baby throw shade on those guys

Trippin’, this is it life, now I’m singin’ this like
You know I love it, baby, no way, oh my

Any good thing comin’ is gon’ come to me
We grew up learning things the hard way, close ties
Come, let’s stay ’til mañana
You only make it if you grow free, don’t die
Yeah, yeah mamacita!
And haters gonna diss like Drizzy, like Chris like
Protecfully, my baby
I like your style
I like your style
Hey, mamacita
And I really wanna be in your company
I like your style
Love me, lady, yeah, oh I
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Mamacita)
You know I liked you back in ’08, ’09
When she come it don’t stop like a red light
I like your style
Come, let’s stay ’til mañana
We gettin’ money, baby, no shame, hold tight
The batty so big, my squad don’t believe it
Baby, you’re my cup of tea

I like your style
It’s not my lady, but it’s okay, I know why
I like your style
I like your style
You used to call me on my house phone, late night
Coco Cubano in your Dolce, all lies
Keep it a hundred in the fast lane, so high
Come, let’s stay ’til mañana
Dirty pictures on the ‘Gram, save some for me
Ready when you’re ready, got the Remy on the side

Tinie Tempah – Text From Your Ex (feat. Tinashe) (Youth Album)

Hanging ’round those bougie ants
But now me in amnesia
My DJ bring his decks on the jet
You were having sex with your ex-girl
And you were supposed to love me
I got a text from your ex, boy
She said to look through your texts, boy
I got a
Space for you, and two in the Benz
Who you are, from who’s your friends, I’ve got
On stand by, three sixty five
I was chilling on my own, thinking you’re alone
Came out when you put me on the sofa
I got a
You were having sex with your ex-girl
I got a text from your ex, boy
All summer night, reachin’ for nine
You get high and you testify
I was chilling on my own, thinking you’re alone
You know I always flex on my ex
Yeah, one text from my ex
See, I got a text from your ex-girl
She said to look through your texts, boy
Brandy or Moësha
I’m not the kind of girl to snoop but I had a feeling, too
That’s why I look to seas and the seeker reef
But you’re gettin’ high, gotta lose the chance
I’m not the kind of girl to snoop but I had a feeling, too
I don’t know why you moved to mess
You know I got a rep to protect
Life ain’t is what seems to be
On stand by, all at a time
I don’t why you moved to mess
Nowadays everybody want a piece of me
Got girls, so you’re usin’ them
Gotta love you long time, but you was a ten
And she was telling me where you were, last night
I know you wanna get my respect (I got a)
And now I’m looking for my next boy
All summer night, reachin’ for nine
You let me lie Who’s that girl?
Point you tryna prove again?
I got a text from your ex, boy
See, I got a text from your ex-girl
Then I got a text from your ex
See, I got a text from your ex-girl
Yeah, I’ve still got that visa
Ah, there you go, gettin’ lose again, but ya
I was chilling on my own, thinking you’re alone
She said to look through your texts, boy
Tryna work it out what it means to me
I got a
I’m not the kind of girl to snoop but I had a feeling, too
Used to check the Tinie man for the DVD
You were having sex with your ex-girl
I can’t believe you’ve done this
And she was telling me where you were, last night
All summer night, reachin’ for nine
And now I’m looking for my next boy
You know I never let it get to my head (I got a)
Notorious, south, west and east, yo (I got a)
All summer night, reachin’ for nine
After referendums
And now I’m looking for my next boy
And she was telling me where you were, last night
No, never gettin’ vexed when you’re wet
He and I reminisce sometimes
Try win, but you lose again, and ya (I got a)
I told you I take no shit
Ain’t no night stand, if you do it again (I got a)
You get high, and you testify
Peace in east, LA gettin’ lean with Dee (I got a)

Tinie Tempah – Cameras (feat. David Stewart) (Youth Album)

I knew it, you say everybody do it
[Chorus: David Stewart]
Take you out for dinner, you say feelings is your recipe

Cameras flashing, oh, hey
Hands, I didn’t get it then but now, I understand, yeah
And they all for you, all for you
You say you need to get this dough up
Used to say I’m comin’ over, Dominos straight to your crib
And they all for you
That’s just rumours
I know you won’t, yeah
They all for you, oh
Wishin’ on a star, faded underneath the canopy
If it’s true, let ’em do it, girl
You claim you treat me different but I know you don’t
‘Cause everyone that knew you, like that

[Outro: Tinie Tempah]
Uh, your mama just take down her Majesty
[Verse 1: Tinie Tempah]
Cameras flashing, oh, hey
I don’t need no flashing to know you’re a star, babe, oh
A* student, how you turn into the baddest B?

Cameras flashing
You like it, yeah, I know you love that shit
When you say I’m makin’ bands in Milan, watchin’ Edward Scissor-
Used to say I move too flakey, I was in the studio
[Chorus: David Stewart]
Tried to help with your career , went out your ear and through your nose
(Cameras) You love that Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
I don’t need no flashing to know you’re a star, babe, oh
Drive through Warwick Avenue, high on fumes
Change your imperfections but perfection has no guarantee
I know you won’t, yeah
(Flashing) I know I drive you crazy
I know you won’t, yeah
You say lately you just feel like you been on the Truman show
You like it but you ain’t a groupie though
I know you won’t, yeah
(Cameras) I know you like me, baby
They all for you, oh
Woo, babe, I never had a clue
And they all for you, all for you
You say you will, yeah
‘Cause when you walk in the room, it’s obvious who you are, oh yeah
When I said I just made a banger with Labrinth
They all for you, oh
Baby, they all for you
Yeah, more photogenic than we’ll ever be
Baby, they all for you
Cameras flashing, oh, hey
You ain’t even think what you gon’ look like when you 70
Yeah, you always say you listen but I know you won’t
Baby, they all for you
‘Cause when you walk in the room, it’s obvious who you are, oh yeah
Cameras flashing, oh, hey
Club promoters in your DMs, tell me how you got that shit
What’s up, baby? Hold up
Baby, they all for you
[Chorus: David Stewart]
Say you summer European, Monaco
Cameras flashing

I know you won’t

[Verse 2: Tinie Tempah]
(Flashing) You love that Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Playin’ Darkside of the moon, yeah
On your blog, baby, what’s your plan’s labryinth
Sure I see your mama but that shit don’t seem heredity

Tinie Tempah – If You Know (feat. Tiggs Da Author) (Youth Album)

I got millis comin’ andelé
Yeah, nigga, it’s all clean money
Imhotep, the realest clique
Them haters think I’m handsome
Fuck, baby, more ones than Michael Jackson
All my niggas interested, in some next shit
Came up with all the same, always trained
So now I hit sport mode in my hire car
Them boys is under pressure
I say, we no say no names, if you know, then you know
I just tour and hit the basement
If you know, then you know
All the same dreams
I’m always in the dealership
I say, we no say no names, if you know, then you know
[Verse 2: Tinie Tempah]
Used to run around with them hoes you must know
You niggas ain’t behavin’
All the same fiends
We ain’t feelin’ your sound
If you know, then you know
You know that pussy ain’t free
We no say no names, if you know, then you know
Yo, spillin’ juice, I’m wavey
[Chorus: Tiggs Da Author]
You know it don’t sound like new new
You can’t call and stay please
I’m the king of this Twitter age
If you know, then you know
Doin’ all the same deeds
If you know, then you know
Wearin’ all the same drees
I like the way she whine to house
I ain’t pushin’ no mixtape, it’s done jack shit
I used to give a fuck, now any pricks can say their peace
Yeah, we all the same breed
Y’all niggas got more ones than Michael
Now I mess with bitches that I don’t even know
Yeah, all the same steeze
But I don’t walk away from beef
All the same jeans
If you know, then you know
If you know, then you know
I knew them boys were paigons
I drove my Italian
You might end up on Snapchat tryna backtrack
Smellin’ good, feelin’ ripped

Yeah I done more than they tweet
Pick a draw up from the station
Told my nigga we all the same, all the same
I bet your daughter wanna marry me
I swear we goin’ viral

G63, bitch, play it to the BlueTooth
[Verse 1: Tinie Tempah]
Always on some illest shit
I swear down on the Bible
Tell a nigga don’t spud me if you don’t love me
My livin’ room is crazy
You hate the fact I’m known on fashion
You know my shit sound
Ayy nigga, like fuck you, I do Junk food
When you see the lazerbeam
Flexin’ like we used to, ayy
Borderline insanity
Always burnin’ calories
When I saw their interactions
I say, we no say no names, if you know, then you know
[Chorus: Tiggs Da Author]

My dover’s so, so Italian
Professor in the laboratory
Yeah, yeah, it’s all clear money
I’m a fuckin’ freak of nature
Rollin’ with my G’s, screamin’ fuck how you feel
Now I mess with bitches that I don’t even know
Yo, yo, it’s all gold medallion
Yeah, so wavey, I should be on TIDAL
I’m tryna come on Valerie
And niggas too fugazy
Know these niggas out stealin’ shit
DL, the realest clique
Used to run around with them hoes you must know
Rollin’ with my G’s, screamin’ fuck how you feel
If you know, then you know
I think I might slide out to my hideout, where it’s 58 degrees
Always in the trillest shit
Yeah, nigga, it’s all over zaphy
Gettin’ millions from the Majors
If you know, then you know
You niggas can’t see me like Mewtwo
And my niggas got drama for a pussy
You know my shit sound like voodoo, woo
Mind out who you dealin’ with
Champagne from Fortnum & Mason
I bet he gon’ know you fuck with some trill ones
We no say no names, if you know, then you know
Lets get’ rich and this ain’t beef, yeah, yeah
I say, we no say no names, if you know, then you know
When you all the way in grease
When I zip from A to B
I preed your life on Instagram
Stuck with all the same team

Tinie Tempah – Holy Moly (Youth Album)

Rocking YSL and shit
Chicks go all the way
Someone tell ’em that I’m woke
Look at my squad
I got steaks and overheads
When this morning, made some eggs
That’s not a Roley
Not even chatting to these bruddas, man
They’re boys, man, baby boys
You ain’t fucking relevant
Wore no collars when we met
In Australia for a show
You in the ghetto getting nicked
Kings all in my lineage
And my house is like my exes
Too much sauce
Oh my god, look at my Roley
You best run back to your older boy
Look at my squad, like holy moly
Pray to God for forgiveness
Stacking I go getting rich
Someone tell ’em that the boy done seen a mill at 24
[Verse 1]
Oh my god, look at my Roley
Moses told me that it’s lit

[Chorus]
For your bae in my bed
In a Porsche

Too much sauce
I know young Gs is gon’ FaceTime if they wil’ out like Soulja Boy
[Outro]
Sound like Kanye when he raps
Closed mouths don’t get fed

Champagne glasses in the whip

You in Shoreditch doing coke
God, I hate these sycophants
I don’t do this for no bants
[Intro: G FrSH]
[Verse 2]
Look at my squad, like holy moly
Time’s different on their wrists
I’ve got makeup on my dick
Nah, come on T, man
Niggas say it with their chest
Too much sauce
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like rah
I got a mac by five guys, anyone can get this smoke
I don’t do this for my ‘Gram
My Lamborghini
I have things but not success
‘Raris in the SLS
Oh my god, look at my Roley
Too much sauce
Look at my squad
Holy cow, holy shit
I’m a boss
It’s one phone call away
Still got Oysters and that
Not even oyster for petrols
[Chorus]
You’re alive, so why you dead?
Oh my god, look at my Roley
I’m alive and I’m a ledge
It look like Jaws
It’s Michael Kors
Look at my squad
Someone tell ’em that he’s broke
Lambo all tinted
Why you tweeting me this shit?
Yeah, fuck it, I’m a selfish prick
Imhotep in the flesh
The kids all know the plate
Everything that’s in my head
Oh my god, look at my Roley
Boy, you tired, go to bed
Oh my god, look at my Roley
It’s very posh
No trace, no witness
Make up stories in their heads
[Chorus]
I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m a fucking nervous wreck
Parties in the SLS
Boujee bastard in the flesh
I just say it, then it’s pressed
Look at my squad, like holy moly

Tinie Tempah – Girls Like (feat. Zara Larsson) (Youth Album)

I know you, I know you want the good thing
They wanna get some
I could make a honey give away her last rolo
(All the girls like)

They want that good thing
I was jumping off the mandem with a polo

I know what boys like
Yeah, bust that skank
I know what they want
Man of the year I’m fleek
(All the girls like)
Go low, go low, everybody get low

Every day you ride your friends
I know what boys like
So go ahead and prove me right
Then I say sure, yo, you know how I roll
What’s the code to your wi-fi again?
All the girls like
Then I say sure, yo, you know how it goes
Better pick me up in a Benz
(All the girls like)
Now I’m with a mandem at the polo
I know what they want
(All the girls like)
I like cruising around the Westend
I don’t need your money for my rent
Jump parkside, everybody loco
Tell J.K that we still rolling
Jump parkside, everybody loco
No diggiy-dee, no diggiy-doubt
Now everyone I go people want a photo
Said I was the man
Tell ’em only winners are allowed
I know what boys like
I know what they want
All I ever needed was a plan
Then I say sure, yo, you know how it goes
So go ahead and prove me right
I know what they want
Might take a fly out for the weekend
I know what boys like
I was getting blowed but few girls were putting out
Had a couple man wanna be me
Now I got a couple rents and a couple more boats

No Netflix and chill that’s dead
(All the girls like)
All I ever needed was a plan
And go can cause I can
Now I got a couple rents and a couple more boats
Had a couple hits and a couple solos
I was jumping off the mandem with a polo
That’s what girls like
I know what they want
Go low, go low, everybody go low
All the girls like
I could make a honey give away her last rolo
I know what boys like
Yeah, tell Russell I’m a brand
(All the girls like)
Yeah, tell Russell I’m a brand
I know what boys like
I know what they want
Don’t need me a guy who’s a friend
All the girls like
Ain’t nobody messing with the gang
And I got American, got a Volvo
All the girls like

They want that good thing
Told them I was gonna blow back when I was in the south
I know what they want
I could make a honey give away her last rolo
And go can cause I can
Since she want me she don’t want the coco
Said I was the man
So I made her send it back less she want my loco
(All the girls like)
I’m not an eight or a nine I’m a ten
Yeah, bust that skank
Yeah, rollie on the wrist, that’s me, me
Now I’m with a mandem at the polo
I know what they want
I know what they want
I know what boys like
Had a couple hits and a couple solos
All the girls like

Used to have a black my piece of Roco
Tell J.K that we still rolling
They wanna get some
I know what boys like
So go ahead and prove me right
(All the girls like)
That’s what girls like
They want that good thing
Them man can’t be T.T
Go low, go low, everybody go low
(All the girls like)
I know what boys like
They wanna get some
(All the girls like)
Ain’t nobody messing with the gang

That’s what girls like
Might take a fly out for the weekend
(All the girls like)