Ugly God – Like A Maverick (The Booty Tape Album)

[Hook]
Just like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Just like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Get your bitch gone just like magic, cause I ball out like a maverick
I see that booty I grab it, cause I ball out like a maverick
Just like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Just like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Get your bitch gone just like magic, cause I ball out like a maverick
I see that booty I grab it, cause I ball out like a maverick

[Verse 2]
I spent that check on my wrist and my neck, Ugly God got the sauce you can’t handle it
Made half a mil by myself with no deal, now they mad cause I’m cocky and arrogant
Let’s get into it, no talking, let’s do it, I think that I should’ve been President
If Ugly God was a candidate watch how the people vote for me unanimous
But wait
I take your bitch on a date
Ugly God live from the H
My new bitch thick like a steak
I sit back and thumb through this cake
Fuck a new friend, niggas fake
They slept on me now they awake
Bitch I made hits like I’m Drake
Hey, gold on my neck and my wrist full of diamonds
Hey, these niggas is bitches and bitches be lying
Hey, don’t call me "brother" no you ain’t no kin to me
Can’t trust a soul all you niggas is enemies
Biting my wave boy I swear you a mini me
Come at me wrong you get hurt boy I been a G
Now I’m on top the ladder bitch, look at my swagger, I’m sharp like a dagger
Nigga want beats, serve em up like a platter
She hit my phone, I put meat in her bladder
I done came up but just watch what I’m finna be
I just got me a lil bitch from the Philippines
She give me play cause I’m rich so she into me
Talk out the side of your neck and you guillotine

[Hook]
Just like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Just like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Get your bitch gone just like magic, cause I ball out like a maverick
I see that booty I grab it, cause I ball out like a maverick
Just like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Just like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Get your bitch gone just like magic, cause I ball out like a maverick
I see that booty I grab it (Thanks Ugly God!)
Cause I ball out like a maverick [Verse 1]
Aye, I make music from my basement
I done came up and got famous
I’m the goat ain’t no replacement
35k on my bracelet
Niggas is bitches I don’t fuck with niggas, I can’t fuck with niggas like racists
Hoes on my dick I put gold on my wrist now my neck really cold like a penguin
I pipe your bitch with this ice on my wrist cause she see my dick hard like the pavement
I got that guap now these bitches gon flock B, I got your main bitch in amazement
Slaughter your daughter no savage
Bitch I’m the booty gang captain
She can’t be mine, no I can’t waste my time nigga I be doing shows and traveling
Bitch, I’m throwed off like a javelin
Get your bitch gone just like magic
I see that booty, I grab it
Ugly God ball like a maverick
[Tag]
Thanks Ugly God!

Ugly God – L.D.C (The Booty Tape Album)

(Thanks, Ugly God)
[Hook]
I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique
I said, I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique
[Verse 1]
Ay, I cannot fuck your bitch proudly
Young Ugly God strike your bitch in Hobby Lobby
30 bitches on my right, 17 behind me
I’m Ugly God, I make your main bitch call me Papi
Hoes on my dick, ’cause I look like Bill Cosby
Young Ugly God play your bitch like hockey
I’m a fucking nuisance, but these niggas can’t stop me
Your girl see my face, her coochie drip like a tsunami
[Hook]
I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique
I said, I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique
[Verse 2]
I’m just being honest, nigga, I know, I’m the hottest
Ugly God, dick came hard like a rocket
Looked up in my pocket, one dollar in my wallet
Fuck saving money, bitch, I’m finna buy some chocolate
I’m the fucking shit bitch, i’m only being honest
Young Ugly God, I’m a mothafuckin’ prophet
Young Pussy Bacon, drink water off the faucet
Booty Gang Captain fold your bitch like a omelette

[Hook]
I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique
I said, I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique
(Thanks Ugly God)

Ugly God – Bitch! (The Booty Tape Album)

[Hook]
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch
[Verse 1]
No, I’m not a rapper, this the first page of the chapter
Bitch, I’m a disaster, bite your bitch just like a raptor
Booty gang pastor, I’m the hash slinging slasher
Pussy Bacon Escobar, plugged in like an adapter
All my music slappin’, make you dance just like a Kappa bitch
Boy I’m broke as fuck, 30 bands straight from FAFSA bitch
Hoe give me some space, no I ain’t talkin’ about no NASA bitch
Gucci head to toe, you wipe me down just like a napkin
[Hook]
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch
[Verse 2]
Bitch, you know my handle, hump your bitch just like a camel
Bitch, I run the scandal cuz I’m lit just like a candle
I can’t trust a bitch, I’m flippin hoes just like the channels
Young ugly god play these hoes like a piano
I’m colder than your cooler, deeper than the sewer
All my niggas shooters. but no worries, bitch, I’m neutered

[Outro]
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch
Bitch piss me off they’ll have to do you
I brought her to my room and spread her legs just like a rumor
I fucked her with no condom.

Ugly God – Fuck Ugly God (The Booty Tape Album)

[Chorus]
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)
[Verse 1]
Fuck Ugly God, Ugly God a hoe
Flexing like you got it, bitch, I know your ass is broke
Your networth say you got a million, but your ass don’t
You a one hit wonder, bitch, your whole career a joke
Back in 10th grade, your coach kicked you off the team
Every single day, you wear them same pair of jeans
Them same black pants, bitch, you know which ones I mean
Four years ago, you got jumped on Halloween
[Chorus]
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)

[Verse 2]
Water this, water that, you finna get exposed
Back in eighth grade, you use to borrow niggas’ clothes
You act like a freak, but you ain’t never sucked no toes
You still owe your college three bands in student loans
You don’t got no hoes, everyday you beat your meat
You don’t want these problems, pussy boy, you know you weak
When I catch you slipping, I’m gon’ punch you in your teeth
Ugly God a bitch, pussy boy don’t want no beef
[Chorus]
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)

Ugly God – I’m Tryna Fuck (The Booty Tape Album)

[Hook]
Aye, 3am bitch I’m motherfuckin tired
If we on the same page I might motherfuckin slide
Don’t give me the wrong message girl I’m tryna see what’s up
I don’t mean to burst your bubble bitch but yes I’m tryna fuck
Baby girl I’m tryna fuck
I’m tryna fuck
I’m tryna tap that ass and bust a nut
Don’t give me the wrong message girl I’m tryna see what’s up
I don’t mean to burst your bubble bitch but yes I’m tryna fuck
Baby girl I’m tryna fuck
[Verse 1]
Baby stop teasing
Baby girl I know you hit my phone for a reason
If you don’t get loose or start freakin then I’m leaving
Girl you know I’m fienin, eat this meat you ain’t no vegan
I ain’t never begged a bitch for shit but bitch I might need it
I’m tryna fornicate fuck the shit that you believe in
Bitch you better twerk or I’m snitching that you’re cheating
Bitch i wanna see a show, throw that neck and show some cleavage
[Hook]
3am bitch I’m motherfuckin tired
If we on the same page I might motherfuckin slide
Don’t give me the wrong message girl I’m tryna see what’s up
I don’t mean to burst your bubble bitch but yes I’m tryna fuck
Baby girl I’m tryna fuck
I’m tryna fuck
I’m tryna tap that ass and bust a nut
Don’t give me the wrong message girl I’m tryna see what’s up
I don’t mean to burst your bubble bitch but yes I’m tryna fuck
Baby girl I’m tryna fuck

Ugly God – I’m A Nasty Hoe (The Booty Tape Album)

[Intro]
Thanks Ugly God! [Chorus]
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
[Verse 1]
I made yo bitch say "uh"
I put my hand on her butt
She said, "boy I’m on my period."
I said, "I don’t give no fuck!"
All I said was, "I’m Ugly God"
Now her pussy wet like a duck
Take advantage of me bitch I wanna be yo slut
Face, Titties, Booty, and Toes
What I’m eating for lunch
Sit upon my face baby, I ain’t vagina in months
I’ma dip your titties in Koolaid baby watch how I lick it up
I’ma gamble witcha’ booty baby, lemme try my luck
[Chorus]
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe

[Verse 2]
Ugly God A.K.A. Nigga Too Nasty
Come here baby put your phone number in my gadget
"Little Dick Clique", until they lay me in a casket
Young Ugly God toss yo booty like a salad
Same shoes everyday but bitch I’m still swaggin’
Motherfuck yo fashion, I could win a beauty pageant
Ugly God a legend, take notes in yo tablet
I’m ugly as the fuck, but bitch I’m still a coochie magnet
37 booties in my face, boy what’s happenin’
TV screen, shawty on the scene like an actress
My hair on point but my clothes stay ratchet
Young Ugly God, bitch my dick game disastrous
[Chorus]
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
[Outro]
Thanks Ugly God!

Ugly God – Stop Smoking Black & Milds (The Booty Tape Album)

Why you smoking Blacks? [Intro]
Ayy, bitch, ayy, bitch
Ayy, wait, ayy, ayy
Run it back, hey, ooh, ayy
Ooh, ooh, ayy, ayy
Thanks Ugly God! Why you smoking Blacks? [Chorus]
Stop smoking Black & Milds bitch you nasty
How you smoking Blacks but actin’ like you classy? Bitch you unattractive
Stop smoking Black & Milds, hoe you trashy
[Verse 2]
Heard the whole hood hit you from the back
I heard the hood ran a train on your track (choo choo)
I heard your daughter’s only toy was a jump rope (yup)
That’s the black bitch, stop flexin like that’s blunt smoke
[Outro]
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch Bitch you unattractive
Stop smoking Black & Milds, hoe you trashy
[Verse 1]
Stop smoking Black & Milds, with your country ass
You got shit around your mouth, with your crusty ass
You need to go and take a bath, with your musty ass
You need to scrub between your ass, with your dusty ass
Bitch your house got roaches, I ain’t going, bitch I can’t
Last time we spoke, I smelled your breath, it made me faint
Bitch I hopped up in your Honda Civic, all I smelled was paint
I waited 30 minutes for a jump so we could crank
You can’t smoke no black & milds and be a fan of me
That ain’t your hair I know its weave, bitch stop playing with me
I heard your mama kicked you out, bitch you ain’t staying with me
We coolin’ now, but bitch in public you ain’t friends with me
Bitch your Honda struggling with them dents all in the back
You can hit that head, but I won’t let you hit no black
You ain’t classy, you ain’t shit, but a hood bitch
Why you spent your last dollar on that wood tip

[Chorus]
Stop smoking Black & Milds bitch you nasty
How you smoking Blacks but actin’ like you classy?

Ugly God – Welcome To The Booty Tape (The Booty Tape Album)

Oh yeah, no no no no no no no no, he’s one of the worst you have shown me

[Tag]
Thanks Ugly God! And then all he wants to sing about is dumb stuff, almost like- I don’t know how to even say it, he’s singing like pornographic stuff, and who just wants to see, I mean, I guess if he has an audience for it good luck, I would never listen to that
So it’s a no? Final opinion on Ugly God? Yeah
Oh, good luck to him, because whatever he made off that is not gonna be- no
What you mean
He’s not gonna make anymore, that was terrible, I mean, I’m pretty open minded, so I like some of these people, I think they have a future, but this guy; Number 1, he’s not that attractive, Number 2, he’s not! [Intro: CUFBOYS and CUFBOYS’ Mom]
So what’s your opinion on Ugly God, mom, a lot of people have wanted me to do that
Thi-This, 2 videos we just saw? [Verse]
I spent that check on my neck
I got yo bitch drippin’, she wet (drip, splash)
Nigga please don’t disrespect
My niggas they grippin them TEC’s
I pull up and pick up that check
I go to yo crib put my dick in yo sister
Yo bitch on my line, i pull up and I drill her
Don’t DM me nigga, don’t hit me on twitter
I am the G.O.A.T, admit it (yea)
I fuck on yo bitch cause she with it (yea)
Them niggas so broke i don’t get it (the fuck)
I need me a milli let’s get it
I always say i need a milli
I probably won’t stop ’til i cop me a milli
When i touch a milli, I cop me a bentley
So let me stack up cus my pockets look empty
You niggas and bitches irrelevant (bitch)
I need me that check i pay hella rent (cash)
My pockets thicker than an elephant (yea)
I do this rap shit for the hell of it
Twenty-sixteen yes i need to be president
Bitch i’m the shit, i came up and thats evident
Don’t call me bro, nigga we are not relatives
Bitch, you niggas is snakes (yuh, snakes)
These bitches is fake (yuh, fake)
I see that you hate (yuh)
I count up this cake (count up this cash)
You savin’ these hoes lil nigga (the fuck)
I cannot relate (can’t relate)
But get you a cape
Say hey to my tape
Yuh, bitch I mean he’s just not that attractive!

9MUSES – Lovecity (Sub Español, Hangul, Roma)

단지 귀여울 뿐이야
단지 귀여울 뿐이야
단지 귀여울 뿐이야 (Love City)
당당하게 걸어가
널 미치게 만들지
꽉 다문 도도한 Red Lips
L.O.V.E
뭔가 기대하지 마
어이없어 너 정말
관심 없어 Pretty Boy
Welcome to Love City
Chu Chu Chu
Pa Pa Pa
La La La Stop it boy
단지 귀여울 뿐이야 Love City
L.O.V.E L.O.V.E
Scandal Pop Saucebox 기어올라
Please don’t stop
매력 없는 사이 A danger zone
L.O.V.E Love City
Scandal Pop Saucebox 기어올라
Please don’t stop
매력 없는 사이 A danger zone
L.O.V.E Love City
힐끗대는 시선
왜 자꾸만 보니 기분이 좀 나빠 Boy
슬쩍 웃는 게 한두 번이 아닌 듯
아니라 말해봐
Stop it 사탕 발린 Mouth (Oh, No)
웃기지 마 Oops Oops (Your lie)
Stop it 다가오지 마 (Sorry)
네가 뭔데 Dash Dash (Love City)
당당하게 걸어가
널 미치게 만들지
꽉 다문 도도한 Red Lips
L.O.V.E
뭔가 기대하지 마
어이없어 너 정말
관심 없어 Pretty Boy
Welcome to Love City
Chu Chu Chu
Pa Pa Pa
La La La Stop it boy
단지 귀여울 뿐이야 Love City
Scandal Pop Saucebox 기어올라
Please don’t stop
매력 없는 사이 A danger zone
L.O.V.E Love City
어디다 수를 둬 눈치가 없어
피곤해 죽겠어 너
거짓말만 하는 그 더러운 입술
좀 닫아줄래 Stop it boy
Stupid 사탕 발린 Mouth (Oh, No)
웃기지 마 Oops Oops (Your lie)
Stupid 티 좀 내지 마 (Sorry)
네가 뭔데 Dash Dash (Love City)
당당하게 걸어가
널 미치게 만들지
꽉 다문 도도한 Red Lips
L.O.V.E
뭔가 기대하지 마
어이없어 너 정말
관심 없어 Pretty Boy
Welcome to Love City
Chu Chu Chu
Pa Pa Pa
La La La Stop it boy
단지 귀여울 뿐이야 Love City
Scandal Pop Saucebox 기어올라
Please Don’t Stop
매력 없는 사이 A danger zone
L.O.V.E Love City
Give it a rest 드러내 보여 다
Foolish Boy 가여워 보여
너 어설픈 웃음 어긋난 사이
Another Level 감당이나 하겠니?

Travis – Why Does It Always Rain On Me?

Even when the sun is shinning I can’t avoid the lightning
Why does it always rain on me? I get the strangest feeling you belong
Why does it always rain on me? Why does it always rain on me? Oh why is it raining so? Even when the sun is shinning I can’t avoid the lightning
Oh where did the blue sky go? Why does it always rain on me? Is it because I lied when I was seventeen? I can’t sleep tonight
Everybody’s saying everything is alright
Still I can’t close my eyes
I’m seeing a tunnel at the end of all of these lights
Sunny days, where have you gone? Is it because I lied when I was seventeen? Why does it always rain on me? Why does it always rain on me? oh why is it raining so? It’s so cold
Why does it always rain on me? It’s so cold
I can’t sleep tonight
Everybody’s saying everything is alright
Still I can’t close my eyes
I’m seeing a tunnel at the end of all of these lights
Sunny days, where have you gone? Even when the sun is shinning I can’t avoid the lightning
I can’t stand myself
I’m being held up by invisible men
Still life on a shelf when
I’ve got my mind on something else
Sunny days, oh where have you gone
I get the strangest feeling you belong
Why does it always rain on me? Is it because I lied when I was seventeen? Even when the sun is shinning I can’t avoid the lightning
Middle eight
Oh where did the blue sky go? Is it because I lied when I was seventeen? I get the strangest feeling you belong
Why does it always rain on me? Why does it always rain on

AK Ausserkontrolle – Jim Beam Und Voddi (feat. Bonez Mc)

[Part 1: AK Ausserkontrolle]
Ich komm’ angefahr’n im Daimler, auf „Panda“ von Desiigner
Black-Express-Card ist im Einsatz, mach’ das Flex klein für die Weiber
Gentleman, charmant, nimm das Sektglas in die Hand
Schenk’ ihr Sekt ein und sie tanzt dann extravagant
Sie sieht aus wie ‘ne Türkin, Bauchnabelpiercing
Sie hat zwar kleine Titten, doch ein’n Arsch wie ein Pfirsich
Langes, schwarzes Haar, ihre Lippen sind gespritzt
Guck, wir nehmen sie mit und geben ihr zu dritt
Sie zögert nicht lang und sie steigt in den Benz
Leg’ ihr paar Lines und wir landen im Bett
Schampus und Sekt, schamloser Sex
Geb’ ihr von hinten – Rammbockeffekt
Vodka, Tequila, Bacardi Rum und Chivas
Belvedere, sechs Liter, guck, sie schluckt mehr als Benziner
Sie ist fies, Skinny Jeans, gibt sich mies die Kante
Nimm’ sie in die Suite, gib ihr richtig tief, richtig miese Schlampe
Fünf Sterne, Luxuszimmer, argentinisch Rumpsteak
Panoramafenster, sie will einfach nur noch bum- (ah)
[Hook: AK Ausserkontrolle & Bonez MC]
Jim Beam und Voddi, richtig mieser Body
Sie springt in den Swimmingpool, ich (ah) sie in der Lobby
Ich gib’s ihr (gib ihr, gib ihr), ich gib’s ihr (nimm sie Doggy)
Ich gib’s ihr (gib ihr, gib ihr), ich gib’s ihr (Sie is’ mein Hobby!)
Jim Beam und Voddi, richtig mieser Body
Sie springt in den Swimmingpool, ich (ah) sie in der Lobby
Ich gib’s ihr (gib ihr, gib ihr), ich gib’s ihr (in der Sonne)
Ich gib’s ihr (gib ihr, gib ihr), ich gib’s ihr (bis ich komme!)
[Part 2: Bonez MC]
Jim Beam und Jacky, aus Versehen auf den Lappi
Hab’ die Hausparty zerstört und trotzdem findet sie mich sexy
Denn sie kennt „Ohne mein Team“, hat schon so oft dazu getanzt
Kommt die Melodie springt sie sofort auf mein’n Schwanz
Zwei-Meter-Mann kommt in ‘n Club rein, Autorität so wie Suge Knight
Wenn die Frau’n erstmal seh’n wie mein Schmuck scheint hol’ ich ihn raus und sie lutscht gleich
Breakdance den Turtle, Rayban am Gürtel
Drei Uhr morgens mit Cabrio und Playmates durchs Viertel
Was ihr wollt, der ganze Kiez ist ein Schlampenstrich
Ich bin so süß, sie sieht meine Wampe nich’
Angewichst und zur Tanke geschickt, sie hat noch nie mit ein’m Mann gefickt
Mit ihrem Arsch, ich will reinbeißen, einseifen, sie steht auf Autos mit Breitreifen
Kurz Kentucky, was reinpfeifen und dann nach Hause, sie einreiten
Sie tauscht mit mir ihr Silikon gegen Million’n von Klicks
Will sich unbedingt ‘n jungen Pitty hol’n, doch von Hunden weiß sie nix
Kommt mein Track wird mitgerappt, wird sie frech gleich bitchgeslappt
Unsere Bilder stellst du nicht ins Netz, noch ein’n Hundefilter und ich schick dich weg
[Hook: AK Ausserkontrolle & Bonez MC]
Jim Beam und Voddi, richtig mieser Body
Sie springt in den Swimmingpool, ich (ah) sie in der Lobby
Ich gib’s ihr (gib ihr, gib ihr), ich gib’s ihr (nimm sie Doggy)
Ich gib’s ihr (gib ihr, gib ihr), ich gib’s ihr (Sie is’ mein Hobby!)
Jim Beam und Voddi, richtig mieser Body
Sie springt in den Swimmingpool, ich (ah) sie in der Lobby
Ich gib’s ihr (gib ihr, gib ihr), ich gib’s ihr (in der Sonne)
Ich gib’s ihr (gib ihr, gib ihr), ich gib’s ihr (bis ich komme!)

Veysel – Bargeld

[Bridge 1]
I keep it real, du weißt, dass ich schieß’, für mich ist das kein Spiel
Glaub mir, dass mich echte Gangster fühl’n
Und ich ziel’, scheiß auf deinen Deal
Flughafenkontrolle, meine Knarre aus Acryl
[Pre-Hook]
Ich will nur mein Bargeld, Bargeld, Bargeld
Ich will nur mein Bargeld, Bargeld, Bargeld
[Hook]
Ich will nur mein Bargeld, Bargeld, Bargeld
Ich will nur mein Bargeld, Bargeld, Bargeld
Ich will nur mein Bargeld, Bargeld, Bargeld
Ich will nur mein Bargeld, Bargeld, Bargeld

[Part 2]
Aufgewachsen in den Gossen
Ganz gefährliche Sorte, eine Waffe bringt dich weiter als Worte
Schon als kleines Kind gestorben
Gesetzlos, leb’ ein Leben ohne Morgen
Ware am besorgen (-sorgen)
Kommissare sind am stalken, Informanten sind gestorben
Dem Richter fehlen Worte
Veysel, born low, wechsel’ ständig Orte
[Bridge 2]
Ich bin ein G, sag mir, wer will Krieg? [Intro]
Essen Sin City, Essen Sin City
43, Bela Boyz
[Part 1]
Aufgewachsen in den Straßen, auf der Jagd nach dem Bargeld
Ficke jeden, der sich für ein’n Star hält
Verteile Strafen, bin der Wolf unter den Schafen
Doch der Unterschied: ich komm’ mit Scharfen
Lass mich nicht verarschen, kommt mal alle blasen
Kugelhagel aus dem Porsche Cayenne
Neu gemischte Karten, hab’ Supporter und Soldaten
Zahl mal deine Schulden jetzt auf Raten! Die Straße hat kein’n Beat, Deutschrap ist ein Spiel
Weil jeder dadrin lügt, für mich war das zu viel
Einer dieser Gründe, warum ich nicht unterschrieb
[Pre-Hook]
Ich will nur mein Bargeld, Bargeld, Bargeld
Ich will nur mein Bargeld, Bargeld, Bargeld
[Hook]
Ich will nur mein Bargeld, Bargeld, Bargeld
Ich will nur mein Bargeld, Bargeld, Bargeld
Ich will nur mein Bargeld, Bargeld, Bargeld
Ich will nur mein Bargeld, Bargeld, Bargeld

Bebe Rexha – That’s It (feat. 2 Chainz & Gucci Mane)

I be stoppin’ traffic
You be lookin’ at my ass, damn that thing Jurassic
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
I be ridin’ through west, dodgin’ paparazzi (huh?)
Diamonds drippin’ on my neck, all these hoes is salty (burrr)
Damn, I’m dressed fresh to death, steppin’ out a coffin
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I’m on the top
Don’t even get me started, ’cause I don’t like to stop
I’m shinin’ harder than everybody and I just wore a watch
Two bad bitches, one say that she just wanna watch
I hope she know she lookin’ at a whole lotta Gwop
This bitch so bad that she deserve whole lotta props
If he ain’t gettin’ money, she ain’t even gon’ talk
She spoiled like a toddler and it’s not her fault
She love to call me daddy, I treat her like Pops
It’s Gucci

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it
[Verse 3: Bebe Rexha]
Multi-color fuschia bar with the swimming fishes
Motherfucker I’m a star, I don’t do no dishes
I don’t ever speak the talk of you basic bitches
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
Pullin’ up in that thing that’s a little viscious
Privates from New York, I hail out of Brooklyn
That’s why all eyes are on, yeah, I see you lookin’
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz (yeah)
I like my coffee cold, like my women hot (hot)
I like my spot big, like my car drop (right)
Revenge of the have and the have nots (true)
‘Cause back then I didn’t even have knots
Yeah shawty look kinda cute, but her friend there look kinda cuter
I was on the Macbook computer, tryna go through the whole Kama Sutra
I did, I did, that’s it, that’s it
Mattress passion, satisfaction
Ow

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha & 2 Chainz]
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (bow)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (ugh)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (that’s it)
That’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (alright)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (ugh)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it
True [Intro: Gucci Mane & 2 Chainz]
It’s Bebe
Gucci
2 Chainz, yah
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice
[Chorus: Bebe Rexha & Gucci Mane]
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (yeah)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (huh?)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it
[Verse 1: Bebe Rexha & Gucci Mane]
Bitch you lookin’ at the real, ain’t nothin’ on me plastic
Why so up on my heels?

¡Mayday! – Do

[Verse 1: Bernz]
Scream when I landed on Earth til my lungs hurt
Jump right in with a devilish grin, feet first
When worse come to worse
We’ll burn the bitch down in late astroturf
The whole thing is cursed, our life well rehearsed
The television will flicker with signs of lifers
Up the downers, a world of doubters
Up-jump the boogie but got me down first, clutched purse
Cause no one’s safe no more
Took a wiki leak on a flag before it burns
Spitting on these writtens for fans I’ve yet to earn
Synergy of whiskey and middle-finger music is Bern-
Biz, what it is, light a spliff
Drive a whip off a cliff
Just for kicks, watch this
With a belt with one lick
Lost a team but a scheme got it back real quick
[Hook: U-God] x2
Do or die
To fill your tank
Still the same kill you for real
While you crank slide
Do or die
Fry to bake
Admire the greats

[Verse 2: Wrekonize]
Running up and filling the villains up on the octane
Seeing D.O.A. scatter when the cops came
Street cannibal, fresh-flesh eater
Juggalette juggling everything that Wrek feed her
Seen him, he done bleeding all over receivers
And I’m feeling mighty free up in my DC, see ya
This is concrete game hunter
Meets play blade runner
Say goodbye to your safe summers
Say hello to Glock-fiends and lost teens
Picking up on dreams that sell a lock key
No peace for the passive
Beef in plastic
I’mma seek give me classic
Complete madness
Little kids got their feet down deep in the ashes
We all die, no astericks
Declare war on the masses
It’s do or die
[Hook: U-God] x2
Do or die
To fill your tank
Still the same kill you for real
While you crank slide
Do or die
Fry to bake
Admire the greats

BLACKPINK – ‘마지막처럼 (As If It’s Your Last)

너 뭔데 자꾸 생각나
자존심 상해 애가 타
얼굴이 뜨겁고 가슴은 계속 뛰어
내 몸이 맘대로 안 돼 어지러워
넌 한 줌의 모래 같아
잡힐 듯 잡히지 않아
넌 쉽지 않은 걸 그래서 더 끌려
내 맘이 맘대로 안 돼 어이없어
지금 너를 원하는
내 숨결이 느껴지니
널 바라보고 있어도
Missing you
서툰 날 Won’t you set me free
Baby 날 터질 것처럼 안아줘
그만 생각해 뭐가 그리 어려워
거짓말처럼 키스해줘 내가 너에게
마지막 사랑인 것처럼
마지막처럼 마-마-마지막처럼
마지막 밤인 것처럼 Love
마지막처럼 마-마-마지막처럼
내일 따윈 없는 것처럼
Uh Imma fall in love baby
You gon finna catch me
Uh give you all of this baby
Call me pretty and nasty
Cause we gonna get it
my love you can bet it on
black we gon double
the stack on them whoa! I be the Bonnie and
you be my Clyde
We ride or die
Xs and Os
시간은 흘러가는데
마음만 급해지지
내 세상은 너 하나만
Missing you
서툰 날 Won’t you set me free
Baby 날 터질 것처럼 안아줘
그만 생각해 뭐가 그리 어려워
거짓말처럼 키스해줘 내가 너에게
마지막 사랑인 것처럼
마지막처럼 마-마-마지막처럼
마지막 밤인 것처럼 Love
마지막처럼 마-마-마지막처럼
내일 따윈 없는 것처럼
One two three
새로운 시작이야
절대 뒤돌아보진 않을 거니까
날 너에게 던지면
너는 날 꼭 잡아줘
세상은 우릴 꺾지 못할 테니까
BLACKPINK in your area
Baby 날 터질 것처럼 안아줘
그만 생각해 뭐가 그리 어려워
거짓말처럼 키스해줘 내가 너에게
마지막 사랑인 것처럼
마지막처럼 마-마-마지막처럼
마지막 밤인 것처럼 Love
마지막처럼 마-마-마지막처럼
내일 따윈 없는 것처럼 Love

Camila Cabello – Havana (feat. Young Thug)

[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Hey
[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na
[Verse 1: Camila Cabello]
He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?"
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with
(But I can’t without you)
I’m doin’ forever in a minute
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him
He got me feelin’ like
[Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Oooh-oooh-ooh, I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Oooh-oooh-ooh, and then I had to tell him
I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana
Havana, ooh na-na
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Jeffery
Just graduated, fresh on campus, mmm
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn
Fresh out East Atlanta
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam (jam)
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ayy)
Back it on me, shawty cravin’ on me
Get to diggin’ on me (on me)
She waited on me (then what?)
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
This is history in the makin’ on me (on me)
Point blank, close range, that be
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
I was gettin’ mula, man they feel me
[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Bridge: Starrah & Camila Cabello]
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back
Yeah, ayy
Oooh-oooh-ooh
Oooh-oooh-ooh
Take me back to my Havana…
[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na
[Outro: Camila Cabello & Starrah]
Uh huh
Oh na-na-na
Oh na-na-na (hey)
Oh na-na-na
No, no, no, take me back
Oh na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na

Camila Cabello – OMG (feat. Quavo)

I ain’t here to, I ain’t here to conversate
Baby, I don’t play
From Miami, causin’ trouble in LA
Rowdy, Tennessee
If I don’t send for you, best not come for me
Jordan, 23
Guarantee you’re gonna wanna leave with me
[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
I got that li-li-li-life
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
Ooh, my God, you look good today
Ooh, my God, you look good today, yeah
Back up, back up, back up, do it slow-mo
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
Ooh, my God, you look good today
You look good today, yeah
Oh my God
[Post-Chorus: Quavo & Camila Cabello]
Oh my God, yah, uh
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yah, uh
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yah, uh
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yah

[Verse 2: Camila Cabello]
Ice cold, like my drink
Lose your concentration when you take a sip, yeah (sip it, sip it)
Cyclone, make it spin
‘Cause all I, all I, all I, all I do is win
Yeah, I’m cut like a diamond, I’m cold
4 A.M., bloom like a rose
Girls like the summer, we’re gold, uh
[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
We got that li-li-li-life
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through (yeah, yeah)
Ooh, my God, you look good today
Ooh, my God, you look good today, yeah
Back up, back up, back up, do it slow-mo
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
Ooh, my God (my God), you look good today
You look good today, yeah
Oh my God
[Post-Chorus: Quavo & Camila Cabello]
Oh my God, yah, uh
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yah, uh
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yah, uh
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yah

[Verse 3: Quavo & Camila Cabello]
Oh my God, she’s so right, though (you know you’re so right)
Me and you, that’s a iso
Waist so small, look like lipo (li-, lipo)
Moonwalk, my diamonds Michael (Mi-, Michael)
She’s so fine, I call my best man (brr)
Ain’t no rings on her left hand (no rings)
I had a dream I was in quicksand (dream)
Then I woke up with the best plans—yah, oh my God—, yah (uh)
Oh my god, you’re awesome (yah)
Smoke more green than Boston (green)
I make a play and call ’em (yah)
Oh my God, she flossin’ (ooh)
On the cover of magazines, I’ma crown the queen (queen)
Bad and boujee, thick and pretty
I’m givin’ her wet dreams (ooh, yuh)
I’m the main reason why her friends like me (hey)
Havin’ her mad at me, tackle me like I’m an athlete (ooh, yuh)
[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through (yeah, yeah)
Ooh, my God, you look good today
Ooh, my God, you look good today, yeah (yah)
Back up, back up, back up, do it slow-mo
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
Ooh, my God, you look good today
You look good today, yeah
Oh my God [Verse 1: Camila Cabello]
Baby, what’cha say?

Glass Animals – Agnes

Go back to the very beginning
Can’t you see what was different then? [Verse 1]
Agnes, just stop and think a minute
Why don’t you light that cigarette and
Calm down now, stop and breathe a second? You were just popping Percocet
Maybe just four a week at best
Maybe a smoke to clear the head
[Pre-Chorus]
Your head is so numb, that nervous breath you try to hide
Between the motions, that trembling tender little sigh
And so it goes, a choking rose back
To be reborn, I want to hold you like you’re mine
[Verse 2]
You see the sad in everything
A genius of love and loneliness and
This time you overdid the liquor
This time you pulled the fucking trigger
These days you’re rolling all the time
So low, so you keep getting high
Where went that cheeky friend of mine? Where went that billion-dollar smile? [Pre-Chorus]
Guess life is long when soaked in sadness
On borrowed time from Mr Madness
And so it goes, a choking rose back
To be reborn, I want to hold you like you’re mine
[Chorus]
You’re gone but you’re on my mind
I’m lost but I don’t know why
You’re gone but you’re on my mind
I’m lost but I don’t know why
You’re gone but you’re on my mind
I’m lost but I don’t know why
You’re gone but you’re on my mind
I’m lost but I don’t know why
You’re gone but you’re on my mind
I’m lost but I don’t know why
You’re gone but you’re on my mind
I’m lost but I don’t know why
You’re gone but you’re on my mind
I’m lost but I don’t know why
You’re gone but you’re on my mind
I’m lost but I don’t know why

Juicy J – Flood Watch (feat. Offset)

[Intro: Juicy J & Offset]
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (uh) get up
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (hey!) get up
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Bitch came through right on time with the pussy
‘Cause I’ve been wanna hit it for a long time
Plug came through right on time with that pack
‘Cause I ain’t no more, I’m bone dry
Been gettin’ money for a long time
I don’t rent, I own mine
Ye ain’t talkin’ ’bout gettin’ money, lil’ nigga
Hell nah, don’t hit my phone line
Molly got a nigga on cloud 9
That purchase came in at the wrong time
Your bitch wanna jump on my dick
Sorry, but you gotta wait, baby girl, it’s a long line
These fuck niggas keep hatin’ on a G
But a nigga can’t eat if he don’t grind
Hitters gon’ take your head off
AKA clothes line
Bankroll, I can’t fold mine
Need a boujee bitch to roll mine
Nigga keep lookin’ at all this ice
But I keep the heat on me like a stove iron
The money gon’ make your girl come show out
Bend her ass over, it’s show time
She ain’t wanna leave but you called her on her phone
Told her, "Bring your ass home," you was right on time, damn

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
[Verse 2: Offset]
Woo, woo, woo, woo, Offset! Money comin’ in at the right time (money)
Bitch lookin’ at me like a gold mine (gold)
Ass so fat that I went blind (ooh)
Gimme my racks, I’ma throw mine (racks)
Gimme that coke, I’ma cook mine (coca)
Flew to the plug in Taiwan (ho)
Bad ass bitch on my timeline (bad)
Like three pics, then I pound sign (pound)
Dope came in at the right time (dope)
Cash came in at the right time (cash)
Your bitch came in at the night time (your bitch)
She told me that your bands wasn’t like mine (skrrt)
Hop in the coupe with the butter seats (hey)
It’s no cuffin’ me, she just a slut to me (slut)
Got these grapes in the jet, it’s a luxury (luxury)
Make me mad and I’ll show the other me
Hoppin’ in the Lamb’, fine like a top glisten, white whine (skrrt)
Alexander Wang, Gucci loafer, python (woo woo)
Matte black Maybach, ridin’ Akon (bap)
Hundred round drum hangin’ out of one gun (brrrt)
At the right time, hit the right lick (right lick)
At the right time hit the right bitch (uh)
Bling, bling, blaow, nigga, light switch (bling blaow)
Smokin’ on a bomb, ISIS (boom)

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)

Ke$ha – Hymn

Money comin’ in at the right time (money)
Bitch lookin’ at me like a gold mine (gold)
Ass so fat that I went blind (ooh)
Gimme my racks, I’ma throw mine (racks)
Gimme that coke, I’ma cook mine (coca)
Flew to the plug in Taiwan (ho)
Bad ass bitch on my timeline (bad)
Like three pics, then I pound sign (pound)
Dope came in at the right time (dope)
Cash came in at the right time (cash)
Your bitch came in at the night time (your bitch)
She told me that your bands wasn’t like mine (skrrt)
Hop in the coupe with the butter seats (hey)
It’s no cuffin’ me, she just a slut to me (slut)
Got these grapes in the jet, it’s a luxury (luxury)
Make me mad and I’ll show the other me
Hoppin’ in the Lamb’, fine like a top glisten, white whine (skrrt)
Alexander Wang, Gucci loafer, python (woo woo)
Matte black Maybach, ridin’ Akon (bap)
Hundred round drum hangin’ out of one gun (brrrt)
At the right time, hit the right lick (right lick)
At the right time hit the right bitch (uh)
Bling, bling, blaow, nigga, light switch (bling blaow)
Smokin’ on a bomb, ISIS (boom)

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time) [Intro: Juicy J & Offset]
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (uh) get up
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (hey!) get up
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Bitch came through right on time with the pussy
‘Cause I’ve been wanna hit it for a long time
Plug came through right on time with that pack
‘Cause I ain’t no more, I’m bone dry
Been gettin’ money for a long time
I don’t rent, I own mine
Ye ain’t talkin’ ’bout gettin’ money, lil’ nigga
Hell nah, don’t hit my phone line
Molly got a nigga on cloud 9
That purchase came in at the wrong time
Your bitch wanna jump on my dick
Sorry, but you gotta wait, baby girl, it’s a long line
These fuck niggas keep hatin’ on a G
But a nigga can’t eat if he don’t grind
Hitters gon’ take your head off
AKA clothes line
Bankroll, I can’t fold mine
Need a boujee bitch to roll mine
Nigga keep lookin’ at all this ice
But I keep the heat on me like a stove iron
The money gon’ make your girl come show out
Bend her ass over, it’s show time
She ain’t wanna leave but you called her on her phone
Told her, "Bring your ass home," you was right on time, damn

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
[Verse 2: Offset]
Woo, woo, woo, woo, Offset!