Ke$ha – Bastards (Rainbow Album)

I could fight forever, oh, but life’s too short
[Chorus]
Don’t let the bastards get you down, oh no
Don’t let the assholes wear you out
Don’t let the mean girls take the crown
Don’t let the scumbags screw you ’round
Don’t let the bastards take you down
[Verse 2]
Been underestimated my entire life
I know people gonna talk shit, and darling, that’s fine
But they won’t break my spirit, I won’t let ’em win
I’ll just keep on living, keep on living, oh
The way I wanna live
[Chorus]
Don’t let the bastards get you down, oh no
Don’t let the assholes wear you out
Don’t let the mean girls take the crown
Don’t let the scumbags screw you ’round
Don’t let the bastards take you down
Don’t let the bastards get you down, oh no
Don’t let the assholes wear you out
Don’t let the mean girls take the crown
Don’t let the scumbags screw you ’round
Don’t let the bastards take you down

[Bridge]
Na na na, la da da da da da, na na hey, na na hey
Na na na, la da da da da da, na na hey, na na hey
Na na na, la da da da da da, na na hey, na na hey
Na na na, la da da da da da, na na hey, na na hey
[Outro]
So was that a good one? Should we go again? [Intro]
One, two, three, four, one
[Verse 1]
I got too many people I got left to prove wrong
All those motherfuckers been too mean for too long
And I’m so sick of crying, yeah
Darling, what’s it for?

Ke$ha – Praying (Rainbow Album)

Well, you almost had me fooled
Told me that I was nothing without you
Oh, but after everything you’ve done
I can thank you for how strong I have become
‘Cause you brought the flames and you put me through hell
I had to learn how to fight for myself
And we both know all the truth I could tell
I’ll just say this is "I wish you farewell"
I hope you’re somewhere prayin’, prayin’
I hope your soul is changin’, changin’
I hope you find your peace
Falling on your knees, prayin’
I’m proud of who I am
No more monsters, I can breathe again
And you said that I was done
Well, you were wrong and now the best is yet to come
‘Cause I can make it on my own
And I don’t need you, I found a strength I’ve never known
I’ll bring thunder, I’ll bring rain, oh
When I’m finished, they won’t even know your name
You brought the flames and you put me through hell
I had to learn how to fight for myself
And we both know all the truth I could tell
I’ll just say this is "I wish you farewell"
I hope you’re somewhere prayin’, prayin’
I hope your soul is changin’, changin’
I hope you find your peace
Falling on your knees, prayin’
Oh, sometimes, I pray for you at night
Someday, maybe you’ll see the light
Oh, some say, in life, you’re gonna get what you give
But some things only God can forgive
I hope you’re somewhere prayin’, prayin’
I hope your soul is changin’, changin’
I hope you find your peace
Falling on your knees, prayin’

Wiz Khalifa – Something New (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

I could fight forever, oh, but life’s too short
[Chorus]
Don’t let the bastards get you down, oh no
Don’t let the assholes wear you out
Don’t let the mean girls take the crown
Don’t let the scumbags screw you ’round
Don’t let the bastards take you down
[Verse 2]
Been underestimated my entire life
I know people gonna talk shit, and darling, that’s fine
But they won’t break my spirit, I won’t let ’em win
I’ll just keep on living, keep on living, oh
The way I wanna live
[Chorus]
Don’t let the bastards get you down, oh no
Don’t let the assholes wear you out
Don’t let the mean girls take the crown
Don’t let the scumbags screw you ’round
Don’t let the bastards take you down
Don’t let the bastards get you down, oh no
Don’t let the assholes wear you out
Don’t let the mean girls take the crown
Don’t let the scumbags screw you ’round
Don’t let the bastards take you down

[Bridge]
Na na na, la da da da da da, na na hey, na na hey
Na na na, la da da da da da, na na hey, na na hey
Na na na, la da da da da da, na na hey, na na hey
Na na na, la da da da da da, na na hey, na na hey
[Outro]
So was that a good one? Should we go again? [Intro]
One, two, three, four, one
[Verse 1]
I got too many people I got left to prove wrong
All those motherfuckers been too mean for too long
And I’m so sick of crying, yeah
Darling, what’s it for?

Liam Gallagher – For What It’s Worth (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1]
In my defence all my intentions were good
And heaven knows a place somewhere for the misunderstood
You know I’d give you blood if it’d be enough
Devil’s on my doorstep since the day I was born
Its hard to find a sunset in the eye of a storm
But I’m a dreamer by design and I know in time we’ll put this behind
[Chorus]
For what it’s worth I’m sorry for the hurt
I’ll be the first to say, "I made my own mistakes"
For what it’s worth I know it’s just a word and words betray
Sometimes we lose our way
For what it’s worth
[Verse 2]
Behind the lens is a poison picture you paint
And lets not pretend you were ever searching for saints
Cause I’ve been crucified for just being alive
Somewhere in the crossfire of this whispering war
Seems that I’ve forgot just what I was fighting for
But underneath my skin there’s a fire within
Still burning
[Chorus]
For what it’s worth I’m sorry for the hurt
I’ll be the first to say, "I made my own mistakes"
For what it’s worth I know it’s just a word and words betray
Sometimes we lose our way
For what it’s worth

[Verse 3]
The first bird to fly gets all the arrows
Lets leave the past behind with all our sorrows
I’ll build a bridge between us and I’ll swallow my pride
[Chorus]
For what it’s worth I’m sorry for the hurt
I’ll be the first to say, "I made my own mistakes"
For what it’s worth I know it’s just a word and words betray
Sometimes we lose our way
For what it’s worth

MoneyBagg Yo – Important (Federal 3X Album)

[Chorus]
I leveled up, I feel important
Came up with this without a chorus
About my green like a forest
In your city like a tourist
Where your hood, where your whores at? If you want problems don’t avoid that
I leveled up, I feel important
I leveled up, I feel important
[Outro]
I leveled up, I feel important
(I leveled up, I feel important)
I leveled up, I feel important
I leveled up, I feel important
(I leveled up, I feel important)
I leveled up, I feel important
I leveled up, I feel important If you want problems don’t avoid that
I leveled up, I feel important
I leveled up, I feel important
[Verse 2]
I’m hearin’ voices sayin’ flex on ’em
I’m whippin’ dope with the Patek on me
I’m always good, ain’t gotta check on me
She hit me up, she wanna sex on me
I’m a dog, I’m a pit on ’em
Giraffe head, she got a neck on her
Bust in her face, made a mess on her
And she didn’t wipe it off, she just licked on it
The drank got me pudgy, the Audemar floody
I’m on they ass like some Huggies
I know I got clones, they wanna get on
They get in they zone and study
Tell the label open up the budget
Let’s run up them numbers like fuck it
Ropes on me, double dutchin’
I don’t know you so I’m clutchin’
I wasn’t at no BET Awards
I wanted the XXL
They didn’t wanna give me my recognition
Like my shit ain’t hard as hell
Oh well, guess they thought I would fail
I told ’em time will tell
I went and bought my whole squad cars
No I ain’t talkin’ ’bout 12

[Chorus]
I leveled up, I feel important
Came up with this without a chorus
About my green like a forest
In your city like a tourist
Where your hood, where your whores at? [Verse 1]
All this ice on me, I’m cold, I need a Montclair
All this water on me, I’m wet, I need some swim gear
I fuck bitches by the threes, I don’t do the pairs
And I only fuck with the gang, I don’t do the squares
She call me daddy when she see me, yeah she glad to see me
I was starvin’, now you see me on your plasma TV
I hit the gas and get on my level, and it take me there
I just might spazz, I just might crash
If they don’t play me fair
Glock nine on me all in my shows, tucked in my underwear
And I’ma blow it if a nigga try me, please don’t take me there
Guap all in my pocket look like thigh pads
When your belt cost a lot she like why sag?

MoneyBagg Yo – Vent (Flex Freestyle) (Federal 3X Album)

I’m on some Federal shit
I’m rollin’ the weed and poppin’ the beans so I’m on some medical shit
She playin’ with the pusssy, won’t give it to me
Say she on some celibate shit
The same ho fuckin’ the city
Man she on some playin’ innocent shit
Heard they gon’ take my chain, word of mouth
Since I got fame niggas feelin’ left out
You wanna try but you know what I’m ’bout
I’m with the gang, they gon’ air this bitch out, hey
You niggas can be sittin’ right in my face
And you still couldn’t see me
I drop a four and then pour me an eight
All you see is drank when I pee-pee
I’m rockin’ a quarter milly worth of jewelry
These diamonds they shinin’, they VV
I got your bitch in the bathroom
Open, we fuckin’ like Nico and Mimi
I went hard with it
Way that I beat it up, I could catch me a DV
Them hitters’ll shake your spot right now
If I point my finger like I’m ET
I ain’t gon’ lie, I’m addicted, I’m sprung
I put that Act in the Figi
I’m smokin’ anthrax, my swag to the max
I’m young and fly, no DC
Niggas ain’t gettin’ money so they target MoneyBagg, yeah
Bitches in they feelings ’cause I left ’em in the past, yeah
I’m draped in designer, one thing you can’t buy is swag, yeah
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout no sprint but I ran up that money fast, yeah
My niggas like that crash money
Just secure that bag money
Fifty on the Glock, if you run up then you a crash dummy
I wake up and blow a bag
Just spent two stacks on sneakers
Smoking loud on speakers
Countin’ money, yeah I’m ’bout the cheese, velveeta
She like Bagg you trifflin’
‘Cause I asked her bring her head in this two seater
She tryna hang, tossed her with the whole gang
Put her in a half like the meter, hey
They say I got ghost writers
Niggas come up with anything, shit pitiful
Hold up, you lookin’ at the superior
The chopper knock out his interior
I’m tryna get me some extras
I was fucked up, had the stretcher
I know these niggas ain’t straight at all
I just play chess, not checkers
Pop a pill then I sip on some yellow
Now I’m scratching like I got eczema
I was fucked down, had to get back
She fuck my nigga for some get back
Nigga textin’ where his bitch at
To my number, how he get that? I got some niggas tryna test my gangster like I ain’t built for this shit
I got different bitches texting my phone talkin’ ’bout time we ain’t spent
I went and bought my mama a new phone for times we couldn’t pay the rent
If I get caught with this dope and this gun, you know how much time I’ma get? All the people didn’t wan’ fuck with me then
I made them regret that
Nike, I’m like where the check at? Can I vent? [Intro]
Federal, Federal, Federal
Three times, ugh
Yeah, yeah
You already know when I get in that muh’ it’s over
[Verse]
Can I be real? Keep grindin’ nigga, bet that

Bebe Rexha & Florida Georgia Line – Meant To Be (All Your Fault Pt. 2 Clean Version EP)

All the people didn’t wan’ fuck with me then
I made them regret that
Nike, I’m like where the check at? Keep grindin’ nigga, bet that [Intro]
Federal, Federal, Federal
Three times, ugh
Yeah, yeah
You already know when I get in that muh’ it’s over
[Verse]
Can I be real? Can I vent? I’m on some Federal shit
I’m rollin’ the weed and poppin’ the beans so I’m on some medical shit
She playin’ with the pusssy, won’t give it to me
Say she on some celibate shit
The same ho fuckin’ the city
Man she on some playin’ innocent shit
Heard they gon’ take my chain, word of mouth
Since I got fame niggas feelin’ left out
You wanna try but you know what I’m ’bout
I’m with the gang, they gon’ air this bitch out, hey
You niggas can be sittin’ right in my face
And you still couldn’t see me
I drop a four and then pour me an eight
All you see is drank when I pee-pee
I’m rockin’ a quarter milly worth of jewelry
These diamonds they shinin’, they VV
I got your bitch in the bathroom
Open, we fuckin’ like Nico and Mimi
I went hard with it
Way that I beat it up, I could catch me a DV
Them hitters’ll shake your spot right now
If I point my finger like I’m ET
I ain’t gon’ lie, I’m addicted, I’m sprung
I put that Act in the Figi
I’m smokin’ anthrax, my swag to the max
I’m young and fly, no DC
Niggas ain’t gettin’ money so they target MoneyBagg, yeah
Bitches in they feelings ’cause I left ’em in the past, yeah
I’m draped in designer, one thing you can’t buy is swag, yeah
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout no sprint but I ran up that money fast, yeah
My niggas like that crash money
Just secure that bag money
Fifty on the Glock, if you run up then you a crash dummy
I wake up and blow a bag
Just spent two stacks on sneakers
Smoking loud on speakers
Countin’ money, yeah I’m ’bout the cheese, velveeta
She like Bagg you trifflin’
‘Cause I asked her bring her head in this two seater
She tryna hang, tossed her with the whole gang
Put her in a half like the meter, hey
They say I got ghost writers
Niggas come up with anything, shit pitiful
Hold up, you lookin’ at the superior
The chopper knock out his interior
I’m tryna get me some extras
I was fucked up, had the stretcher
I know these niggas ain’t straight at all
I just play chess, not checkers
Pop a pill then I sip on some yellow
Now I’m scratching like I got eczema
I was fucked down, had to get back
She fuck my nigga for some get back
Nigga textin’ where his bitch at
To my number, how he get that? I got some niggas tryna test my gangster like I ain’t built for this shit
I got different bitches texting my phone talkin’ ’bout time we ain’t spent
I went and bought my mama a new phone for times we couldn’t pay the rent
If I get caught with this dope and this gun, you know how much time I’ma get?

Bebe Rexha – Comfortable (feat. Kranium) (All Your Fault Pt. 2 Clean Version EP)

I don’t need to hear it, but it’d be nice to know
And I don’t remember the last time I got off on ya
Cause you get off on me, but I get off alone
You better give it to me when I want it
I shouldn’t have to ask for it
Give it to me when I want it, yeah yeah
[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
So, baby, tell me, why you never buy me flowers no more? You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable, yeah
[Post-Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Kranium]
[?], please give me a [?]
[?] supposed to be
I can’t [?] if every single [?] to get to me
[?], please give me a [?]
[?] supposed to be
I can’t [?] if every single [?] to get to me
I treat you so damn good, yet you can’t see it
Worryin’ ’bout things I haven’t done lately
[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
Why you never buy me flowers no more? You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable, yeah
[Post-Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Kranium]
I bought you roses (I did)
Do all the things I’m supposed to do (Open your eyes, baby)
Yeah, nothing that I do is good enough for you (Oh, girl)
Baby, what you putting me through? [Intro: Bebe Rexha]
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Bebe Rexha]
When was the last time that you called me beautiful? You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable
Why you never wanna open my door? You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable
Why you never wanna open my door? You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable
Why you never wanna open my door? You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable, yeah
[Post-Chorus: Bebe Rexha & Kranium
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (That’s true)
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Bebe Rexha]
Yeah, you’re getting [?] now
Boy, you better get it back now
Step it up, or you’re gonna have to step out
Right now, better show me what you got now
Give me love, give me life
Better give it too me when I want it
I shouldn’t have to ask for it
Give it to me when I want it, yeah yeah
[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
So, baby, tell me, why you never buy me flowers no more?

Bebe Rexha – (Not) The One (All Your Fault Pt. 2 Clean Version EP)

[Intro: Bebe Rexha]
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Bebe Rexha]
When was the last time that you called me beautiful? You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable, yeah
[Post-Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Kranium]
I bought you roses (I did)
Do all the things I’m supposed to do (Open your eyes, baby)
Yeah, nothing that I do is good enough for you (Oh, girl)
Baby, what you putting me through? You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable
Why you never wanna open my door? You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable
Why you never wanna open my door? You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable, yeah
[Post-Chorus: Bebe Rexha & Kranium
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (That’s true)
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Bebe Rexha]
Yeah, you’re getting [?] now
Boy, you better get it back now
Step it up, or you’re gonna have to step out
Right now, better show me what you got now
Give me love, give me life
Better give it too me when I want it
I shouldn’t have to ask for it
Give it to me when I want it, yeah yeah
[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
So, baby, tell me, why you never buy me flowers no more? I don’t need to hear it, but it’d be nice to know
And I don’t remember the last time I got off on ya
Cause you get off on me, but I get off alone
You better give it to me when I want it
I shouldn’t have to ask for it
Give it to me when I want it, yeah yeah
[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
So, baby, tell me, why you never buy me flowers no more? You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable
Why you never wanna open my door? You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable, yeah
[Post-Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Kranium]
[?], please give me a [?]
[?] supposed to be
I can’t [?] if every single [?] to get to me
[?], please give me a [?]
[?] supposed to be
I can’t [?] if every single [?] to get to me
I treat you so damn good, yet you can’t see it
Worryin’ ’bout things I haven’t done lately
[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
Why you never buy me flowers no more?

Bebe Rexha – The Way I Are (Dance With Somebody) (feat. Lil Wayne) (All Your Fault Pt. 2 Clean Version EP)

Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody I’m sorry, I’m not the most pretty
I’ll never ever sing like Whitney
Ooh, but I still wanna dance with somebody (Tunechi)
So lets let all hearts bleed, ’til they turn to rust
Gonna live it up, ’cause it’s dangerous
No, I don’t wanna play the part (Amen)
I just wanna dance with somebody (Amen)
I just wanna dance with somebody (yeah)
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody? Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
But I could never ever dance like Bobby
You can dance, I’mma watch your body
I just wanna stand right behind it
I just want a chance with somebody
Pop a couple xans with somebody
Every time she dance it’s exotic
Throw a bunch of bands arms get tired
I’m the God I just want a goddess
Gotta use a bedroom for a closet
Got a whole bedroom, on the private
I know her body inside, out science
Kiss both boobs right before I sign ’em
Can’t dance but kinda grind ’em
Yeah, I be right behind her, spinal
We can turn this dance floor to a island
I just wanna dance with somebody (Mula)
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody? (Tunechi)
Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
Bloody noses, speeding cars
Lethal doses, desperate hearts
Roll it up ’cause we so ill
Heaven knows we love the thrill
No, I don’t wanna play the part
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody (Mula)
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody? (Tunechi)
Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody?

Bebe Rexha – What I Want (All Your Fault Pt. 2 Clean Version EP)

I’m sorry, I’m not the most pretty
I’ll never ever sing like Whitney
Ooh, but I still wanna dance with somebody (Tunechi)
So lets let all hearts bleed, ’til they turn to rust
Gonna live it up, ’cause it’s dangerous
No, I don’t wanna play the part (Amen)
I just wanna dance with somebody (Amen)
I just wanna dance with somebody (yeah)
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody? (Tunechi)
Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody? Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
But I could never ever dance like Bobby
You can dance, I’mma watch your body
I just wanna stand right behind it
I just want a chance with somebody
Pop a couple xans with somebody
Every time she dance it’s exotic
Throw a bunch of bands arms get tired
I’m the God I just want a goddess
Gotta use a bedroom for a closet
Got a whole bedroom, on the private
I know her body inside, out science
Kiss both boobs right before I sign ’em
Can’t dance but kinda grind ’em
Yeah, I be right behind her, spinal
We can turn this dance floor to a island
I just wanna dance with somebody (Mula)
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody? (Tunechi)
Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
Bloody noses, speeding cars
Lethal doses, desperate hearts
Roll it up ’cause we so ill
Heaven knows we love the thrill
No, I don’t wanna play the part
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody (Mula)
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody?

Bebe Rexha – That’s It (feat. Gucci Mane & 2 Chainz) (All Your Fault Pt. 2 Clean Version EP)

Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
But I could never ever dance like Bobby
You can dance, I’mma watch your body
I just wanna stand right behind it
I just want a chance with somebody
Pop a couple xans with somebody
Every time she dance it’s exotic
Throw a bunch of bands arms get tired
I’m the God I just want a goddess
Gotta use a bedroom for a closet
Got a whole bedroom, on the private
I know her body inside, out science
Kiss both boobs right before I sign ’em
Can’t dance but kinda grind ’em
Yeah, I be right behind her, spinal
We can turn this dance floor to a island
I just wanna dance with somebody (Mula)
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody? Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody I’m sorry, I’m not the most pretty
I’ll never ever sing like Whitney
Ooh, but I still wanna dance with somebody (Tunechi)
So lets let all hearts bleed, ’til they turn to rust
Gonna live it up, ’cause it’s dangerous
No, I don’t wanna play the part (Amen)
I just wanna dance with somebody (Amen)
I just wanna dance with somebody (yeah)
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody? (Tunechi)
Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody? (Tunechi)
Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
Bloody noses, speeding cars
Lethal doses, desperate hearts
Roll it up ’cause we so ill
Heaven knows we love the thrill
No, I don’t wanna play the part
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody (Mula)
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody?

MoneyBagg Yo – Side B! $#Es (Federal 3X Album)

(just answer that)
Do whatever I say like my side ho (damn bitch)
Ride or die like my side ho (woo)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(And I know I might sound fucked up)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(You gotta understand your security, you know)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(I’m a little fucked up though)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
Side bitch winning, hey (just answer that)
Do whatever I say like my side ho (damn bitch)
Ride or die like my side ho (woo)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(And I know I might sound fucked up)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(You gotta understand your security, you know)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(I’m a little fucked up though)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
Side bitch winning, hey
[Verse 1]
Sun out, broke the foreign out, it’s a Monday
Hollered at my baby mamas, make sure that my kids straight
Smashin’ off, doin’ the dash boy, headed to Cathy’s house
I thought I was on to somethin’ but that bitch like to run her house
Cut her off, headed to the Nawf, picked up Tracy ‘nem
Rachet ass bitches like to fuck me while I’m tapin’ them
Text message from my old bitch, she on some old shit
Think her name was Kristen and she said she miss her old dick
Oh shit, why you can’t fuck like Ayesha
I got her name in my phone under Water
The pussy so clean I might eat her
Dropped my son off at the schoolhouse, end up fuckin’ his teacher
Kameisha like to smoke my reefer
And ask for hundred dollar sneakers

[Chorus]
When I’m sleep I can’t sleep at night (why?)
She wakin’ me up, tryna fight (damn)
Cracked the code to my phone (why the fuck you do that?)
Causin’ problems in my life
Why you can’t act like my side ho? (why you can’t?)
Why you can’t fuck like my side ho? [Chorus]
When I’m sleep I can’t sleep at night (why?)
She wakin’ me up, tryna fight (damn)
Cracked the code to my phone (why the fuck you do that?)
Causin’ problems in my life
Why you can’t act like my side ho? (why you can’t?)
Why you can’t fuck like my side ho? (why you can’t?)
Why you can’t fuck like my side ho? (just answer that)
Do whatever I say like my side ho (damn bitch)
Ride or die like my side ho (woo)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(And I know I might sound fucked up)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(You gotta understand your security, you know)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(I’m a little fucked up though)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
Side bitch winning, hey
[Verse 2]
My lil rachet bitch come and eat the dick, come and please a nigga
Hood ho get food stamps, she gon’ fuck and feed a nigga
Classy bitch, never ask for shit, she don’t need a nigga
Young ho, real playful bitch, like a teaser nigga
Rhonda, she a monster, we havin’ funds up
Every time we link, pills and dick go down her tonsils
But I be on chill with Lisa
She always ask for a feature
She so cool, she so trill
I help her out on her bills
I can’t forget about Amber
She hold the work and the hammer
Sometimes I hit her and talk ’bout my problems
She think she got all the answers
CeCe like to fuck me and the gang
She got a think for the clique
Crystal callin’ back to back
Damn, she got a thing for the dick

[Chorus]
When I’m sleep I can’t sleep at night (why?)
She wakin’ me up, tryna fight (damn)
Cracked the code to my phone (why the fuck you do that?)
Causin’ problems in my life
Why you can’t act like my side ho?

MoneyBagg Yo – On Me (Federal 3X Album)

[Intro]
I just wake up and get my day started like this here
This how I do this shit fool
[Chorus]
All this money got these bitches on me, on me, on me
They like fleas, I can’t get ’em off me, off me, off me
Diamonds on me flash like paparazzi, ‘razzi, ‘razzi
Million dollar man, Ted DiBiase, ‘ase, ‘ase
In the club posted with my homies, homies, homies
Check on me just like Michael Conley, Conley, Conley
If I sneeze they might catch a homi, homi, homi
Too much drank and weed, I feel like a zombie, zombie, zombie
[Verse 1]
My car ain’t got no key, you got to push start it
Pull up in a foreign and valet park it
I’m somewhere in Memphis at a day party
Security trippin’ at the door, we had to Bogard it
Boy your swag on fufu like the free market
I been doin’ this sauce shit since Ed Hardy
He froze up in the action, he a choke artist
My nigga ‘dem don’t miss shit, they scope artists
I need a bitch like Kash Doll, a black barbie
If this rap shit today, on Black I’m back robbin’
All these narcotics I’m takin’ got my head naughty
She eatin’ the dick while bumpin’ me, I got her head nodding

[Chorus]
All this money got these bitches on me, on me, on me
They like fleas, I can’t get ’em off me, off me, off me
Diamonds on me flash like paparazzi, ‘razzi, ‘razzi
Million dollar man, Ted DiBiase, ‘ase, ‘ase
In the club posted with my homies, homies, homies
Check on me just like Michael Conley, Conley, Conley
If I sneeze they might catch a homi, homi, homi
Too much drank and weed, I feel like a zombie, zombie, zombie
[Verse 2]
My homies gangster, uh-huh
I’m talkin’ dangerous, uh-huh
They don’t post no fuckin’ pictures of no bangers, uh-huh
They won’t go to court and point no fuckin’ fingers, uh-huh
In the trenches with ’em, don’t give a fuck ’cause I’m famous, uh-huh
Drop him where he stand, burn him like a tan
They gon’ do it for me, just on my command
Shawty thick as fuck, I wanna get in her pants
She got a man but tonight he ain’t in her plans
Let me show you why the call me MoneyBagg, hundred K large in a Gucci duffle
I got a real check on me, pockets I stuff ’em, hope I don’t bust ’em
Saint Laurents when I walk
You ain’t got these ’cause these here custom
Hittin’ your bitch from the back on the dresser last night
I fucked around scuffed ’em, damn

[Chorus]
All this money got these bitches on me, on me, on me
They like fleas, I can’t get ’em off me, off me, off me
Diamonds on me flash like paparazzi, ‘razzi, ‘razzi
Million dollar man, Ted DiBiase, ‘ase, ‘ase
In the club posted with my homies, homies, homies
Check on me just like Michael Conley, Conley, Conley
If I sneeze they might catch a homi, homi, homi
Too much drank and weed, I feel like a zombie, zombie, zombie

MoneyBagg Yo – Foreal (Federal 3X Album)

[Chorus]
I’m on them drugs for real
Ran off on the plug for real
You run up, I up for real
I came up from nothin’ for real
I walk in the mall, spend 200K
I blew a deal for real
Twenty-five hundred, a pint of that Act
I’m on that mud for real
I’m on them drugs for real
Ran off on the plug for real
You run up, I up for real
I came up from nothin’ for real
I walk in the mall, spend 200K
I blew a deal for real
Twenty-five hundred, a pint of that Act
I’m on that mud for real
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I’m poppin’ pills like I’m ill
The drank better come with a seal
Shawty was blessed with some skills
She got me open for real
I told her thirty in the rocks
I’ma blow it, I ain’t boxin’
Twelve pull me over, they ain’t finding shit
I had the pack in my boxers
I got a Cali plug in the heels
He got the best deal for real
Before I was rappin’ I really was trappin’
I made them plays in the field
Now I’m poppin’ bottles and my bitches models
I’m on them drugs at Liv (Miami)
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout Meek, I want mils
The ice on me give her the chills
I gave her a xanny, she took off her panties
And got down and made the dick vanish
I threw back a viking, the soda I’m spiking it
I’m on a whole ‘nother planet

[Chorus]
I’m on them drugs for real
Ran off on the plug for real
You run up, I up for real
I came up from nothin’ for real
I walk in the mall, spend 200K
I blew a deal for real
Twenty-five hundred, a pint of that Act
I’m on that mud for real
I’m on them drugs for real
Ran off on the plug for real
You run up, I up for real
I came up from nothin’ for real
I walk in the mall, spend 200K
I blew a deal for real
Twenty-five hundred, a pint of that Act
I’m on that mud for real
[Verse 2]
I’m on that drank like it’s NyQuil
I’m high as fuck from last night still
I’m back to back with them pills
Ugh ugh, like my ad-libs
When you see me scratchin’, tryna get it together
I been fuckin’ with the yellow
I need some water to hydrate
’cause I’m on both like Drake
We get high as fuck in my Sprinter
I walk to my shows late
She snorted so much dope off the plate
It made her nose ache
My nigga Don trappin’ so hard out the vacants
They got them good rates
I got out of there on the plug, ayy
Got a new one the same day
Yeah I put the codeine on top of the Slushie
It gave me brain freeze
I’m on them perks, lean, and the weed
I call it my main squeeze

[Chorus]
I’m on them drugs for real
Ran off on the plug for real
You run up, I up for real
I came up from nothin’ for real
I walk in the mall, spend 200K
I blew a deal for real
Twenty-five hundred, a pint of that Act
I’m on that mud for real
I’m on them drugs for real
Ran off on the plug for real
You run up, I up for real
I came up from nothin’ for real
I walk in the mall, spend 200K
I blew a deal for real
Twenty-five hundred, a pint of that Act
I’m on that mud for real

MoneyBagg Yo – Insecure (Federal 3X Album)

I told you I’d always be here, here
Why you act like you ain’t sure ’bout it? Always bringin’ up my past
You in your feelings ’bout a ho that don’t matter
Know that I’ll give you my last
Your sister and cousin all in your business
Like girl quit fuckin’ with Bagg
I seen him out of town with another bitch and she don’t look shit like your ass
You gotta ignore the rumors
Can’t let this shit sit on your mind-frame
You got to know when I say it I mean it
I ain’t just playin’ no mind games
You gotta understand I run the streets and shit
‘Cause that’s what I’m accustomed to
I fly you out, thousand dollar flights
First class, just to get close to you
Shit, like I wanna have fun with you
Do shit I never really done with you
You never think to spend time with me
You give these other hoes the attention
I pick you up to slide and vibe
And go wherever that the money gon’ take us
Together we strong, you know them folks hate us
So whatever don’t break us, it’s just gon’ make us

[Chorus]
Why you gotta be insecure? Why you gotta be insecure ’bout it? Why you gotta be insecure ’bout it? why the fuck is you just on the phone
You is not at the motherfuckin’ studio, like
Quit playin’ with me
I’m finna FaceTime you right now
Answer your FaceTime
[Chorus]
Why you gotta be insecure? I told you I’d always be here, here
Why you act like you ain’t sure ’bout it? [Intro]
Hello? I told you I’d always be here, here
Why you act like you ain’t sure ’bout it? Why you gotta be insecure-cure? Why you gotta be insecure ’bout it? Why you gotta be insecure-cure? I told you I’d always be here, here
Why you act like you ain’t sure ’bout it? [Verse 2]
Why you always actin’ mad? I told you I’d always be here, here
Why you act like you ain’t sure ’bout it? Why you gotta be insecure-cure? Keep all your friends out your ear
How you gon’ let ’em comment on your situation when they shit ain’t secure
Just to be real with you, mad ass hoes probably wish they were here
They see how you livin’, they see how you ridin’
Takin’ trips and hop on the Lear
Why you gotta be insecure-cure? [Verse 1]
Let me just make this shit clear, clear
I fuck with you tough, I’m for sure ’bout it
Can’t believe everything that you hear, hear
You gotta stay away from everybody
I got you ridin’ in the year, year
I went and copped you that new Audi
You stayed down, put up with my shit
Back when a nigga was nobody
You gotta accept all the flaws that come with me
I’m tryna build, I ain’t tryna lose ya
You gotta understand bitches tryna trick ya out spot
By spreading the rumors
You so insecure to the point I want cut you off
Every time I leave you think I’m fuckin’ off
I’m goin’ out the same way a nigga came in
Hard, like you ain’t got nothin’ soft
When you in your feelings I give you the dick
Hopin’ it make the situation better
I know this shit new or whatever
But you gotta understand I’m on a whole ‘nother level
How you gon’ criticize my love for you
Bought this out the mall, blew a dub on you
That’s the real me when I hug on you
I fuck with you heavy, ain’t no sub in you, hey

[Chorus]
Why you gotta be insecure? Why you gotta be insecure ’bout it? Keep all your friends out your ear
How you gon’ let ’em comment on your situation when they shit ain’t secure
Just to be real with you, mad ass hoes probably wish they were here
They see how you livin’, they see how you ridin’
Takin’ trips and hop on the Lear
Why you gotta be insecure-cure? Why you gotta be insecure ’bout it? I told you I’d always be here, here
Why you act like you ain’t sure ’bout it? Why you gotta be insecure ’bout it? Keep all your friends out your ear
How you gon’ let ’em comment on your situation when they shit ain’t secure
Just to be real with you, mad ass hoes probably wish they were here
They see how you livin’, they see how you ridin’
Takin’ trips and hop on the Lear
Why you gotta be insecure-cure?

MoneyBagg Yo – Blog (Federal 3X Album)

I bought you a bag and you went put that on the blog ho
I thought you was street my nigga
I thought you was killer
You say you gon’ shoot me
Why you type that shit on Twitter, hey
I’m gettin’ real money, no it’s not a secret, no it’s no facade
How you gon’ beat a charge, puttin’ your whole life on a blog
How you gon’ suck and fuck me then tell my bitch, you done lost ho
How you gon’ go against the grain’, I can’t fuck with you at all ho
[Verse 2]
How you gon’ say you don’t care, tryna post shit to make me mad bitch
I had to cut you off, put you in the past like my last bitch
How you gon’ say you gangster when you seen me in public and bitched up
But on the net talkin’ tough
Gon’ let her come and get you hit up, hey
Fake been a fold, never should I put the police in the business, never would I
Niggas talkin’ crazy, I don’t let it faze me, why you mad? I bought you a bag and you went put that on the blog ho
I thought you was street my nigga
I thought you was killer
You say you gon’ shoot me
Why you type that shit on Twitter, hey
I’m gettin’ real money, no it’s not a secret, no it’s no facade
How you gon’ beat a charge, puttin’ your whole life on a blog
How you gon’ suck and fuck me then tell my bitch, you done lost ho
How you gon’ go against the grain’, I can’t fuck with you at all ho Or should I be green, play some get back with her
Fuck her friend, make her mad, ayy
Why you playin’? [Chorus]
I thought you was smart ho
Why you ain’t play your part ho? I bought you a bag and you went put that on the blog ho
I thought you was street my nigga
I thought you was killer
You say you gon’ shoot me
Why you type that shit on Twitter, hey
I’m gettin’ real money, no it’s not a secret, no it’s no facade
How you gon’ beat a charge, puttin’ your whole life on a blog
How you gon’ suck and fuck me then tell my bitch, you done lost ho
How you gon’ go against the grain’, I can’t fuck with you at all ho
[Verse 1]
I heard he like to subtweet, I guess he scared to at me
I’m hitting her from the back and she like fuck my baby daddy, yeah
Fuck his tied ass, fuck that nigga, he ain’t shit
Want me to stay in the house while he somewhere with that bitch, hold up
I’m a real nigga, I don’t pillow talk ’bout niggas
He heard rumors ’bout her fuckin’ on that, he said he gon’ kill her
I heard rumors he gon’ spazz out if he ever see me with her
This no rumor, come the right way ’cause you now I keep my pistol, ayy
Why you gon’ make a fake page and DM my bitch and tell her my business
How you gon’ try to deny it, I know it was you, it wasn’t no witness
How you gon’ say you my dog
But you fuckin’ off with the enemy
How you gon’ say you a man
But all in your feelings, you got some bitch tendencies

[Chorus]
I thought you was smart ho
Why you ain’t play your part ho? if we don’t catch you we send shots at your mans
Have the clan pull up in vans and pop you like a xan
I thought she was smart, she couldn’t play her part
I had to pay her some’
Bitch you had Tiffany on the way, and was gon’ put a new ass on you

[Chorus]
I thought you was smart ho
Why you ain’t play your part ho? I never understood why
Bitter bitches on the internet tryna bash me, should I call the ho and spazz?

MoneyBagg Yo – Doin It (Federal 3X Album)

[Chorus]
Damn, ooh, she got ass on her
Got the trap, can’t deny, I can’t pass on her
I’m like fuck it, I might cuff it, then brag on her
Fuck Mini’s, we at Fifth’s, I blew a bag on her
She rockin’ Chanel, she doin’ it
Her hair and her nails, she doin’ it
She get what she want ’cause she doin’ it
She always on point, she doin’ it
On call, on house, she doin’ it
Her credit aight, she doin’ it
She can fuck her all night, she doin’ it
She earnin’ stripes, she doin’ it
[Verse 1]
Yeah, fuck me like you ‘posed to, I’ma go fuck something better
She just wanna eat it off the bone and I’ma let her
She want me to whip it out so she can bend it over
She want me to fuck her like I own her and I choke her
Shakin’ that ass, I like how she doin’ it
Yeah, she gettin’ and I like how she move it
She do what she want, she breakin’ the rules
And that lil pussy stay wet as a pool
Yeah her bag Chanel, she rockin’ Phillipe
Her hair, her nails is always on fleek
Shawty the type to fuck you to sleep
Then clean up the house and cook somethin’ to eat
I call her Evette, I’m comin’ like Jodi
She pop pills ’cause she don’t like smokin’
Takin’ pictures with her ass out, posin’
Shake it, put that ass in motion
She do it, she do it good
She smart but she from the hood
She get money, that’s understood
Like a nigga that lay the wood, yeah

[Chorus]
Damn, ooh, she got ass on her
Got the trap, can’t deny, I can’t pass on her
I’m like fuck it, I might cuff it, then brag on her
Fuck Mini’s, we at Fifth’s, I blew a bag on her
She rockin’ Chanel, she doin’ it
Her hair and her nails, she doin’ it
She get what she want ’cause she doin’ it
She always on point, she doin’ it
On call, on house, she doin’ it
Her credit aight, she doin’ it
She can fuck her all night, she doin’ it
She earnin’ stripes, she doin’ it
[Verse 2]
She might get all my ones if I tip her
I fell in love with a stripper
I’m at V-Live, I can’t deny
If she bad, I’ma hit her
She say her brother the plug
I worked me a jugg down the middle
I said I was straight
But the ass on her make a nigga reconsider
Yeah, damn, ooh
She got that thang from her mama
She might beat a bitch
But really she want money, fuck the drama
She gon’ hold her nigga down
Knowin’ he ain’t shit, she a hundred
She make plays and call the shots
She a boss bitch, she ain’t a runner
Might fuck up a check on her, check on her
I’m grippin’ her neck on her, neck on her
She fuckin’ on me like she care ’bout me
She say she don’t give it to everybody
She got goals, she pursuin’ it
Name it and I bet she doin’ it
I’m throwin’ up cash and she pick it up
I’m lovin’ this moment, don’t ruin it, yeah

[Chorus]
Damn, ooh, she got ass on her
Got the trap, can’t deny, I can’t pass on her
I’m like fuck it, I might cuff it, then brag on her
Fuck Mini’s, we at Fifth’s, I blew a bag on her
She rockin’ Chanel, she doin’ it
Her hair and her nails, she doin’ it
She get what she want ’cause she doin’ it
She always on point, she doin’ it
On call, on house, she doin’ it
Her credit aight, she doin’ it
She can fuck her all night, she doin’ it
She earnin’ stripes, she doin’ it

MoneyBagg Yo – Trending (Federal 3X Album)

shit
You used to be cool, you used to be aight
Now you my enemy
Got an all black draco with a hundred some shots for ’em
I can shoot for infinity
I won’t go back and for dissing you on no internet
That shit take too much energy
Everybody know that I trained you
Daniel San, you like my mini-me
I’m still hood with it
I pulled up at Church’s and got me a two piece, I’m ridin’ in a two seat
With a bitch that act boujie, she act like Karruche
I’m grippin’ the wheel, other hand on her coochie
I really did run up some change, them facts
Couple stains on my shirt from the drank, this Act
Why you tryn’ come for me, damn relax
The burner click clack, your brains go splat

[Chorus]
I’m trending
My shirt, my belt, my shoes, the shit come from Fendi
These racks can’t fit in my jeans ’cause I’m rockin’ skinnies
I walk in a room full of bosses and you know I’m blending
She say I’m a hood nigga with no sense but bitch I got plenty
I put that Malaysian up in her head, told her take out that Remy
I’ma count money ’til I’m dead, lord forgive me for sinning
I try to be cool, you gon’ make the news, I don’t know why niggas envy
Forever talk about me, one of the greatest so you know I’m trending
[Verse 2]
That lil money you gettin’ ain’t shit to me
I just counted four hundred large nigga
I’m with some hitters that don’t give a fuck
They gon’ leave your ass scarred nigga
Why MoneyBagg run the rap game? [Intro]
Like when you hear this type of shit you know the check go right up
Haha
Federal, ugh ugh
[Chorus]
I’m trending
My shirt, my belt, my shoes, the shit come from Fendi
These racks can’t fit in my jeans ’cause I’m rockin’ skinnies
I walk in a room full of bosses and you know I’m blending
She say I’m a hood nigga with no sense but bitch I got plenty
I put that Malaysian up in her head, told her take out that Remy
I’ma count money ’til I’m dead, lord forgive me for sinning
I try to be cool, you gon’ make the news, I don’t know why niggas envy
Forever talk about me, one of the greatest so you know I’m trending
[Verse 1]
Ah shit, ah shit
Yeah, I’m on some boss shit
I’m fuckin’ the game good and I just came in it
I’m on some raw shit
I’m fuckin’ your bitch and she grabbin’ and clutchin’ on me
Like she a crawfish
These niggas mosquitos and I might just spray at ’em
Spray at ’em, I’m on some Off! I don’t know, should ask God nigga
I got your bitch, she open for me
I just had a menage with her
Two bitches one me, that’s three federal
Two stacks on the Cartier’s, I can see better
I’m draped in Fendi and the F stand for fuck y’all
Yeah I’m talkin’ ’bout whoever
I bought some choppers with clips that curve on ’em
Just like that C letter
Run up on me if you want to, I heard cry out
Big as Coachella
Ah shit, ah shit
I got them bands on me, they marching
I hit the kushy then pop me a perky
Now I’m kickin’ shit with the martians
Pluto, Mars, no Bruno
I’m number one like my name was Uno
She gave me head, no Nu Gro
Then I got off and skrt-ed off in a two door, hey
[Chorus]
I’m trending
My shirt, my belt, my shoes, the shit come from Fendi
These racks can’t fit in my jeans ’cause I’m rockin’ skinnies
I walk in a room full of bosses and you know I’m blending
She say I’m a hood nigga with no sense but bitch I got plenty
I put that Malaysian up in her head, told her take out that Remy
I’ma count money ’til I’m dead, lord forgive me for sinning
I try to be cool, you gon’ make the news, I don’t know why niggas envy
Forever talk about me, one of the greatest so you know I’m trending
[Outro]
I’m still hood with it
I pulled up at Church’s and got me a two piece, I’m ridin’ in a two seat
With a bitch that act boujie, she act like Karruche
I’m grippin’ the wheel, other hand on her coochie
I really did run up some change, them facts
Couple stains on my shirt from the drank, this Act
Why you tryn’ come for me, damn relax
The burner click clack, your brains go splat

Dustin Lynch – Love Me Or Leave Me Alone

[Verse 1]
I’ve been holding this in
From the very first kiss
And I’ve been losing my mind
Tryina’ keep up like this
[Pre-Chorus]
But we both know that there comes a time
And I hate to sound harsh, or unkind
[Chorus]
Love me or leave me alone
Hold me or just let me go
Cause I’ve felt this fire for so long
So baby love me, love me
Love me or leave me alone
[Verse 2]
If we’re just playin’ along, then we’re just playin’ ourselves
And I don’t want you to know where somebody is
Cause there’s magic between you and I
And I hate this impatience of mine
[Chorus]
Love me or leave me alone
Hold me or just let me go
Cause I’ve felt this fire for so long
So baby love me, love me
Love me or leave me alone

[Bridge]
Cause we both know that there comes a time
And I hate to sound harsh, or unkind
[Chorus]
Love me or leave me alone
Hold me or just let me go
Cause I’ve felt this fire for so long
So baby love me, love me
Love me or leave me
Just love me, love me, love me or leave me alone