Rich Chigga – Glow Like Dat

[Chorus]
I done seen you glow like that I must say that I’m proud
Thinkin bout the times when you would go into my house, hey
Had to let you go like that I’d say it fucked me up
You live in my head without a doubt
Always anxious, got your picture on my necklace
Say I’m smart but never seen a day of campus
Gave me nani don’t be sorry we just reckless
Think about you every time I see your drawers
[Verse 1]
I be on my Mac Demarco shit, break my heart then smoke a cig, even put some cloves in it
Don’t test me because my skin ain’t thick, hit your walls I need my fix, pull up on you I need
Way more witchu had too much of these hoes
Never told you bout the summer that I spent with my bros
Doin’ things like your legs just gon stay open now they closed
Thought I’d fix the road but now you out here flying on your own, nah
[Pre-Chorus]
I was just thinkin’ bout you and it made me think of colors of the space
70 miles up in my coupe and not a thought bout stepping on my brakes
[Chorus]
I done seen you glow like that I must say that I’m proud
Thinkin bout the times when you would go into my house, hey
Had to let you go like that I’d say it fucked me up
You live in my head without a doubt
Always anxious, got your picture on my necklace
Say I’m smart but never seen a day of campus
Gave me nani don’t be sorry we just reckless
Think about you every time I see your drawers

[Verse 2]
All these parties I attend but never know the celebration
I let you do what you want no need for explanation
You go thru my mind all day all night it feels like immigration
One of these days I’ll fuck around and book a flight up to Manhattan
Don’t wanna see you go but I’d do the same as you
Don’t see why you would go back to seeing me when you
Didn’t wanna hurt my feelings but I couldn’t get a clue
Didn’t wanna seem perceiving bout the things that you pursue
[Pre-Chorus]
I was just thinkin’ bout you and it made me think of colors of the space
70 miles up in my coupe and not a thought bout stepping on my brakes
[Chorus]
I done seen you glow like that I must say that I’m proud
Thinkin bout the times when you would go into my house, hey
Had to let you go like that I’d say it fucked me up
You live in my head without a doubt
Always anxious, got your picture on my necklace
Say I’m smart but never seen a day of campus
Gave me nani don’t be sorry we just reckless
Think about you every time I see your drawers
[Outro]
I be on my Mac Demarco shit, break my heart then smoke a cig, even put some cloves in it
Don’t test me because my skin ain’t thick, hit your walls I need my fix, pull up on you I need

Quincy – Late Night Flex

No no.)
(Guitar Solo) Baby this ain’t confession,
but tell me your lies, tell me your lies
This is not misdirection (oh no)
not a disguise (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Girl I want the truth about your flaws
all, good and bad, lying is wrong
I wanna know about the things you never heard
The things you want
all for you to have it all, have it all
Those pieces of me in your hand
I left so you’d understand
I’ll never love anyone like,
anyone like you

I don’t wanna be your boyfriend,
Girl I wanna be your man,
But if you wanna be a late night flex on the low
girl I would understand, alright (na na na)
I just wanna be honest, I just wanna be true
I ain’t talking bout anyone if ain’t talking ’bout you
I just wanna be honest, I just wanna be true
I ain’t talking bout anyone if ain’t talking ’bout you
I need you, ’cause everything’s right, everything’s right
And baby the next time I see you
No make up, no lies, oh yeah, oh yeah
Girl I want the truth about your flaws
all, good and bad, lying is wrong
I wanna know about the things you never heard
The things you want, I’ll be glad to give
all for you to have it all, have it all
I don’t wanna be your boyfriend,
Girl I wanna be your man (girl I wanna be your man)
But if you wanna be a late night flex on the low (on the low)
girl I would understand, alright (na na na)
I just wanna be honest (honest), I just wanna be true (true)
I ain’t talking bout anyone if ain’t talking ’bout you
I just wanna be honest (honest), I just wanna be true (true)
I ain’t talking bout anyone if ain’t talking ’bout you
Those pieces of me in your hand
I left so you’d understand
I’ll never love anyone like, one like you
I don’t wanna be your boyfriend,
Girl I wanna be your man (girl I wanna be your man)
But if you wanna be a late night flex on the low
girl I would understand, alright (na na na)
I just wanna be honest (honest), I just wanna be true (true)
I ain’t talking bout anyone if ain’t talking ’bout you
I just wanna be honest (honest), I just wanna be true (true)
I ain’t talking bout anyone if ain’t talking ’bout you
(Oh oh.

Ralo – Never Going Broke (feat. Young Dolph)

[Intro: Ralo]
Uh, you know
I’m the only rapper don’t need no show money
You dig what I’m sayin’
Ralo, woo
Famgoon
[Verse 1: Ralo]
The pack in, I’m back in, fuck a backend
A black man running shit like I’m Batman
You can’t even get the leprechaun to craft this chain
You rap niggas get behind the bars, I bet they fame
Fuck a bank account, I carry cash in large amounts
These rappers rappin’ ’bout them bricks but never sold an ounce
If you meet these niggas you’ll see why I treat these niggas
I can’t believe I was a kid that wanted to be these niggas
[Chorus: Ralo]
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke
[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
I can’t do it, I can’t go, nah never
Goin’ broke, sell some dope, sell a ho
Sell whatever to feed my folks
Most these niggas just want these bitches
I just want that bankroll
I might send her through the airport
Put her on my payroll
Real niggas make shit happen, yeah
Fake niggas just be cappin’, yeah
The loudest nigga in the room, yeah
The weakest nigga in the room, yeah
He can’t wait to tell it, far from a star
I looked Benjamin in the face and said ’til death do us part
Ayy, Rolls Royce on Elvis Presley Boulevard (trappin’)
Mama in the next room smokin’ hard
It’s about where you finish, not where you start
I ain’t never going back to this shit man
[Chorus: Ralo]
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke
[Verse 3: Ralo]
If I go back broke again I would sell some dope again
I know some people say I’m the realest and they hope I win
I don’t walk inside the club unless we bring them toasters in
I’m sorry if I fucked your ho ’cause I might fuck that ho again
I will never feel another man
Send his ass to the motherland
A hundred shots, ain’t shoot shit
Where the fuck all the shootin’ went? Niggas know I don’t give a damn
Niggas know I don’t give a fuck
If you don’t know you better ask about me
Ask about the kid in the bluff
I’m a star food nigga
Richer than all you niggas
I ain’t never had to do a song
Twenty-five, ten million strong
Real niggas don’t live long
Long live all my brothers
And if I ever have to die with ’em
I’ma die rich motherfucker
[Chorus: Ralo]
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke

Dylan Scott – Beer Buddies (Dylan Scott Deluxe Edition Album)

You got them friends
That you’ll have to the very end
They tell it like it is
Even if you don’t like it
No matter what kind of bind you’re in
Call them up and they’ll all come running
Ain’t no doubt
You can count on them
They’re your Friday night brothers
From another mother
Buzzing on a week gone by
Drinking about girls
Drinking about life
Drinking cause it tastes so right
They can get you in
Or get you out of trouble
But you ain’t got nothing
If you ain’t got a couple of them
Beer buddies
I laugh about it now
But I was scared as hell that night
When they double dog dared me
I wouldn’t outrun them blue lights
And I remember when granddad died
I had my boys right by side
Saying, "It’s alright, he had a hell of a life"
Gonna raise one for him tonight
With my Friday night brothers
From another mother
Buzzing on a week gone by
Drinking about girls
Drinking about life
Drinking cause it tastes so right
They can get you in
Or get you out of trouble
But you ain’t got nothing
If you ain’t got a couple of them
Beer buddies
Yeah, a couple of them
Beer buddies
If you ain’t got none
Go get you some right now
Cause God only knows what I’d do without
My Friday night brothers
From another mother
Buzzing on a week gone by
Drinking about girls
Drinking about life
Drinking cause it tastes so right
They can get you in
Or get you out of trouble
But you ain’t got nothing
If you ain’t got a couple of them
Beer buddies
Yeah, a couple of them
Beer buddies, beer buddies

Dylan Scott – Ball Cap (Dylan Scott Deluxe Edition Album)

Baby got a ball cap on, sure knows how to pull it off
Sun out of them hazel eyes, looking so good when she don’t try
It was just an old worn out hat, I always wore turned back
Man, I couldn’t help but laugh when she took it away from me
She don’t know a thing about the Braves, she could care less about the game
But if you saw her right now you’d think, it never belonged to me
Baby got a ball cap on, sure knows how to pull it off
Sun out of them hazel eyes, looking so good when she don’t try
Acting like it’s no big deal, smiling underneath that bill
Looking so right it’s wrong, baby got a ball cap on
Yeah, got a ball cap on
It’s seen a lot of crazy nights, got a barbwire tear down the side
Yeah, I wear it all the time, but it’s never been worn like that
Baby’s got a ball cap on, sure knows how to pull it off
Sun out of them hazel eyes, looking so good when she don’t try
Acting like it’s no big deal, smiling underneath that bill
Looking so right it’s wrong, baby got a ball cap on
Yeah, got a ball cap on
Gotta love her when she’s in a dress, always looking her best,
But I tell you what I can’t resist
Baby’s got a ball cap on, sure knows how to pull it off
Sun out of them hazel eyes, looking so good when she don’t try
Acting like it’s no big deal, smiling underneath that bill
Looking so right it’s wrong, baby got a ball cap on
Yeah, got my ball cap on

Dylan Scott – Living Room (Dylan Scott Deluxe Edition Album)

A milk crate coffee table
A ragged, worn out La-Z-Boy
From the Goodwill store
Not much more
This twenty-two inch TV
Curtains made of bed sheets
And a bucket on the floor
When it rains and pours
Front to back it’s four hundred square feet
That’s what you get when you tell her you need
A little living room
Some space to breathe
I can spend my Friday nights
Doing what I please
It’s mine all night
But honestly
I can’t figure out just what to do
With all this living room
First week felt like freedom
But lately I ain’t sleeping
I just wait by the phone
Trying not to call
Last night the boys came over
We played a little poker
But when they went home
I never felt so alone
I miss you and me on our old couch
What made me think I couldn’t do without
A little living room
Some space to breathe
A Friday night ain’t nothing like
It’s cracked up to be
It’s mine all night
But honestly
I can’t figure out just what to do
With all this living room
It’s mine all night
But what you can’t see
Just feels more like I’m dying without you
In this living room
Alone in this living room

Dylan Scott – Crazy Over Me (Dylan Scott Deluxe Edition Album)

You’ve gotta be crazy
to ever let a boy like me call you "baby"
I thank God every day that you’re my lady
Now that’s a little crazy
So go on and be as crazy as you wanna be
As long as you’re crazy over me
Crazy over me She said "Honey, do you think I’m smart?"
I said "Of course you are
aint you lying here in my arms?"
She smiled, "Well does this shirt make me look fat?"
I kinda leaned back and laughed
and I said, "Honey, what kind of question is that?"
You’re crazy
There ain’t a girl in this whole wide world that could ever make me
feel the way I do about you, baby
Yeah, you’re crazy
But you can be as crazy as you wanna be
As long as you’re crazy over me
You can fuss about your hair
Say you ain’t got no clothes to wear
And when you finally make up your mind,
you go and change one more time
We can go out on Friday nights
A pretty girl could walk on by
If you really think I’d check her out
Come on now
You’re crazy
There ain’t a girl in this whole wide world that could ever make me
feel the way I do about you, baby
Yeah, you’re crazy
But you can be as crazy as you wanna be
As long as you’re crazy over me
and all my stubborn ways
Putting up with the messes I make
I even ruined our first date
Girl, for goodness sakes!

Dylan Scott – I Lost You (Dylan Scott Deluxe Edition Album)

There’s a line drawn across this bar
Here I am and there you are
Like two strangers in the dark
With all the same frames
I’m gonna act like I don’t care
Like you don’t catch my stare
Cause what’s the point of going back to where
We’ve already been
Baby, I put all I had in it
I held a good hand
But I just couldn’t win it
You wanted my love
Up until you didn’t
And that’s just the truth
It was good
So good till it wasn’t
And it’s gonna hurt like hell till it doesn’t
So I’m gonna drink like I’ve got nothing
Nothing to lose
Cause I lost you
I’m gonna order up another round
Cause I’ve got your memory to drown
Funny how the hard stuff goes down
So easy, too easy
And I know just what you’re thinking
Cause I know you when you’ve been drinking
And girl, that’s the only reason
You’re saying you need me
Baby, I put all I had in it
I held a good hand
But I just couldn’t win it
You wanted my love
Up until you didn’t
And that’s just the truth
It was good
So good till it wasn’t
And it’s gonna hurt like hell till it doesn’t
So I’m gonna drink like I’ve got nothing
Nothing to lose
Cause baby, I lost you
Baby, I put all I had in it
I held a good hand
But I just couldn’t win it
You wanted my love
Up until you didn’t
And that’s just the truth
It was good
So good till it wasn’t
And it’s gonna hurt like hell till it doesn’t
So I’m gonna drink like I’ve got nothing
Nothing to lose
Cause baby, I lost you
Girl, I lost you
Oh, I lost you

Dylan Scott – Back (Dylan Scott Deluxe Edition Album)

[Verse 1]
It’s the end of the night
I find myself kissing you goodbye
Trying like hell to pull this truck out of your driveway
If I make it down the street
And that red light is almost green
Just a couple left turns
And I’ll be flying down the highway
[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, can’t stop thinking about you
I know I’m gonna end up
[Chorus]
Back standing on your front porch
Back knocking on your front way
Back into those save me arms
Only you could make me feel like that
Back getting all twisted up
Back with it on the tip of my tongue
About to say something, say something
Something I can’t take back
[Verse 2]
There ain’t no way to know
What you’re gonna say when I let it go
But my heart’s finally talked my head into letting me
Say what’s been running ’round my mind
Each and every time
I get my arms around you
You got a way of getting me

[Chorus]
Back standing on your front porch
Back knocking on your front way
Back into those save me arms
Only you could make me feel like that
Back getting all twisted up
Back with it on the tip of my tongue
About to say something, say something
Something I can’t take back
Oh, something I can’t take back
[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, can’t stop thinking about you
[Chorus]
Back standing on your front porch
Back knocking on your front way
Back into those save me arms
Only you could make me feel like that
Back getting all twisted up
Back with it on the tip of my tongue
About to say something, say something
Something I can’t take back
Right here in your save me arms
About to say something I can’t take back

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, can’t stop thinking about you

Dylan Scott – Freak Show (Dylan Scott Deluxe Edition Album)

[Verse 1]
Sophisticated in a black dress
Sipping red wine and looking her best
Meet the folks, she’ll pass that test
Any apprehension
Yeah, she’ll put it to rest
[Verse 2]
She’s a pageant queen
Been that way since she was seventeen
Better looking than the girls on the silver screen
Everyday is like a movie scene
She gives her free time to charity
All my friends think she’s too good for me
[Pre-Chorus]
But when we’re home
And we’re alone
Oh, you’d never know
[Chorus]
It’s a freak show
She’s a wild one
A whole lot of crazy when the sun goes down
A whole different woman comes out
It’s a freak show
Like you wouldn’t believe
Even when she hasn’t had a thing to drink
It’s her style, hide something beneath that smile
Our own little secret, nobody knows
You should see her when the doors close
It’s a freak show

[Verse 3]
She talks politics, art history
How she does it, it’s a mystery
Cause when the girl starts talking to me
It’s enough to drive a man crazy
[Verse 4]
She’s Jekyll, she’s Hyde
She’s day, she’s night
There’s no blurring the lines
She’s one or the other
But whenever we’re together
[Chorus]
It’s a freak show
She’s a wild one
A whole lot of crazy when the sun goes down
A whole different woman comes out
It’s a freak show
Like you wouldn’t believe
Even when she hasn’t had a thing to drink
It’s her style, hide something beneath that smile
Our own little secret, nobody knows
You should see her when the doors close
It’s a freak show

[Pre-Chorus]
But when we’re home
And we’re alone
Oh, you’d never know
[Chorus]
It’s a freak show
She’s a wild one
A whole lot of crazy when the sun goes down
A whole different woman comes out
It’s a freak show
Like you wouldn’t believe
Even when she hasn’t had a thing to drink
It’s her style, hide something beneath that smile
Our own little secret, nobody knows
You should see her when the doors close
It’s a freak show

Dylan Scott – My Girl (Dylan Scott Deluxe Edition Album)

[Verse 1]
She looks so pretty with no makeup on
You should hear her talking to her mama on the phone
I love it when she raps to an Eminem song
That’s my girl
Man, her eyes really drive me crazy
You should see her smile when she holds a baby
I can honestly say that she saved me
My girl
[Chorus]
Yeah, that’s my girl in the passenger seat
Windows down, dancing around, causing a scene
That’s my girl, sipping Crown and Sprite
In a ball cap, turned back, ooh, she got me like
Yeah, baby girl, you gone and done it again
Making all the guys wish that you were with them
But I bet they don’t see what I see when I see my girl

[Verse 2]
Every night when she goes to bed
She hits her knees and bows her head
Thanks the Lord for another day
I just thank Him for my girl

[Chorus]
Yeah, that’s my girl in the passenger seat
Windows down, dancing around, causing a scene
That’s my girl, sipping Crown and Sprite
In a ball cap, turned back, ooh, she got me like
Yeah, baby girl, you gone and done it again
Making all the guys wish that you were with them
But I bet they don’t see what I see when I see my girl
Oh, my girl
[Bridge]
Yeah, that’s my girl
In my truck, in the songs that I sing with the radio up
My girl
In my heart, in my soul and the air that I breathe every day
That’s my girl
Yeah, everything
My girl
[Chorus]
That’s my girl in the passenger seat
Windows down, dancing around, causing a scene
That’s my girl, sipping Crown and Sprite
In a ball cap, turned back, ooh, she got me like
Yeah, baby girl, you gone and done it again
Making all the guys wish that you were with them
But I bet they don’t see what I see when I see my girl
Oh, my girl
Yeah, that’s my girl

Dylan Scott – Passenger Seat (Dylan Scott Deluxe Edition Album)

Do you listen to the same old songs? Do you sing along like we did? Maybe I should sell this truck
I’m thinking it’s about that time
Cause every time I climb on up
I see you sitting on the other side
You’re putting your make-up on
Getting ready for a Friday night
Girl, I know you’re really gone
But every time I close my eyes
You’re back in my passenger sear
Just like you were when you rode with me
Feet out the window
Floating on the breeze
My little shotgun queen
Smiling back at me
No, it wasn’t that long ago
We were revving and loving
On an old backroad
Holding you in the moonlight
Kissing goodnight
Every other memory
Girl, you’re back in my passenger seat
When the sun hits windshield
Does he see your little bitty toe prints? Keep your shades in the center console? Does he let you roll the windows down? Well, girl if he don’t
Then pick up the phone
I’ll pick you up in a minute or so
Come on and climb in my passenger sear
Just like you were when you rode with me
Feet out the window
Floating on the breeze
My little shotgun queen
Smiling back at me
No, it wasn’t that long ago
We were revving and loving
On an old backroad
Holding you in the moonlight
Kissing goodnight
Every other memory
You’re back in my passenger seat
Girl you looked so happy
When you rode past me
Out on the town tonight
Your eyes were shining
You were smiling
At the guy on the drivers side
Yeah, it kinda looked like
When you were in my passenger sear
Back in the day when you rode with me
Feet out the window
Floating on the breeze
My little shotgun queen
Smiling back at me
No, it wasn’t that long ago
We were revving and loving
On an old backroad
Holding you in the moonlight
Kissing goodnight
Every other memory
Girl, you’re back in my passenger seat
Oh, but you ain’t in my passenger seat
Maybe I should sell this truck
I’m thinking it’s about that time

Dylan Scott – My Town (Dylan Scott Deluxe Edition Album)

Football lights, Friday nights
Don’t play no more
But that’s still my team
And back behind those bleachers
There’s a spot where I kissed
The homecoming queen
Spent most of my years in these ten square miles
It’s seen all of my tears
It’s seen all of my smiles
I always said I wanted to leave
Now it’s the only place I want to be
This is my town, this is my town
There ain’t an inch of road I ain’t been down
This is my town, this is my town
Long as I’m living I’ll be hanging ’round
It’s the middle of nowhere
But I call it home
I ain’t afraid to say it loud and proud
This is my town, this is my town
Everybody knows everybody
And everybody knows me by my first name
As the world gets complicated
We just try to keep it simple
And stay the same
There’s dirt on them roads
I don’t want them to pave it
Every memory I got
Yeah, them dirt roads they made it
If you’re anything like me
Take your drink and raise it
Yeah, go on and say it
This is my town, this is my town
There ain’t an inch of road I ain’t been down
This is my town, this is my town
Long as I’m living I’ll be hanging ’round
It’s the middle of nowhere
But I call it home
I ain’t afraid to say it loud and proud
This is my town, this is my town, yeah
It’s the middle of nowhere
But I call it home
That’s what I’m all about
It’s where I was raised
At the end of my days
It’s where they’ll lay me down
This is my town, this is my town
There ain’t an inch of road I ain’t been down
This is my town, this is my town
Long as I’m living I’ll be hanging ’round
It’s the middle of nowhere
But I call it home
I ain’t afraid to say it loud and proud
This is my town, this is my town
Oh, this is my town

Dylan Scott – Lay It On Me (Dylan Scott Deluxe Edition Album)

Girl you got a way
Of making me wanna take the long way home
while we hugging and kissing, getting the loving turned on
I need ya bad ya see
The things you do to me
If you’re feeling what I’m feeling hop on out of that shotgun seat
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Baby lay it on me Girl you got a way
Of making me wanna take the long way home
while we hugging and kissing, getting the loving turned on
I need ya bad you see
The things you do to me
If you’re feeling what I’m feeling hop on out of that shotgun seat
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Give me a shot of them sweet pink lemonade lips
That’s it, don’t quit
Girl it’s right on hit
You could be my country dime
I wanna make you mine
You’re so fine, I ain’t lyin’
Don’t you think it’s time to
Fall into me, into my arms
Let me wrap you up with this southern boy charm
Hey bae, what you say? Come on fall into me, into my arms
Let me wrap you up with this southern boy charm
Hey bae, whatcha say? This is the third night in a row
We’ve been cruising the town
Windows down, singing songs
Just driving around
My buddies think I’m crazy
Hell, I might be maybe
But that’s okay baby
Whatcha say? Girl you got a way
Of making me wanna take the long way home
while we hugging and kissing, getting the loving turned on
I need ya bad ya see
The things you do to me
If you’re feeling what I’m feeling hop on out of that shotgun seat
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Fall into me, into my arms
Let me wrap you up with this southern boy charm
Hey bae, what you say?

ASAP Mob – Feels So Good

[Chorus: A$AP Nast]
I can’t relate
To none of you rappers are actors I swear that these niggas be fake
Fuck out my face
Way too much food on my plate for her to be actin’ all stank
Diamonds on bling (bling blauw-blauw)
We smoked out my bitch so bad I had to go buy her a mink
Fuck what you think
Cause me and the money in love I think I’ma buy it a ring
[Verse 1: A$AP Ant]
My diamond’s shining, yours cloudy
Diamond’s ice, play hockey
Lean got me feeling drowsy
Stripper bitch, she work at Follies
Meet me at the hotel lobby
Air Max, running to the money
You ain’t takin’ nothin’ from me
And I’m gon’ die bout it
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
(Focus) From demons, distractions, to all the reactions of fame
She probably collapsing her heart over [?]
I’m blowing a kiss on the way
Production big, can’t fit on a stage
Too many fans to fit in the crowd
Too many bands to get them on stage
Screwin’ his band, his rhythm on stage
I say in advance so pay in advance
I’m way too advanced to figure him out
I set the bar, don’t give them a break
The bar’s too high to give it a raise
A flow like God so give him a raise
Stones I got I get ’em appraised
Draw my Glock and get him erased
Slow you, God, I give it away

[Chorus: A$AP Nast]
I can’t relate
To none of you rappers are actors I swear that these niggas be fake
Fuck out my face
Way too much food on my plate for her to be actin’ all stank
[Verse 3: A$AP Ferg]
Niggarache, new Versace
Sippin sake with my posse
Eat that pussy like hibachi
Leave it wet, that dick Dasani
Salvador Dalí her body
It’s a work of art, you copy? Nigga, all she do pilates
I go hard, you rappers copy
[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Cause it feels so good when it’s you
And it feels so good when it’s new
Yes it feels so good when it’s new
Why you actin’ like you ain’t knew
[Verse 4: A$AP Ferg]
Niggarache, new Versace
I be mobbin’ with my posse
Stretch that coochie like pilates
I’m gon’ eat it like hibachi
Play no game, no Tamagotchi
Finger froze like Liberace
Fuck that bitch, I make her knot me
While I rep Trilluminati

[Verse 5: A$AP Twelvyy]
Pally Pal, butter soft, we was in them lobbies
Holla, holla, steady mobbing, only God can stop me
Dolla signs a lot of diamonds, I’m about to sign me
Cop a tommy, yeah the tommy, thousand bands like Fauni
All in the forest, hey, lookin’ for porridge, hey
Ricky in storage
Fresh with the chorus, dressed like a tourist, hey
That’s with the bomber, fuck up some commas, hey
Glock for the drama
Do what I want, fuck when I wanna
[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Cause it feels so good when it’s you
And it feels so good when it’s new
Yes it feels so good when it’s new
Why you actin’ like you ain’t knew
[Chorus: A$AP Nast]
(Niggarache)
I can’t relate
To none of you rappers are actors I swear that these niggas be fake
(Niggarache)
Fuck out my face
Way too much food on my plate for her to be actin’ all stank
Diamonds on bling (bling blauw-blauw)
We smoked out my bitch so bad I had to go buy her a mink
Fuck what you think
Cause me and the money in love I think I’ma buy it a ring

Jonas Platin – Submission (feat. Thaiyti, Dieser Gordon, Bruder Jakob, Captain Jenny, Mooon & Mc Baum) (Drogen Album)

– Submission (Submission)
Streit mit dem Kind? Ein Armbar und ihr seid nicht, ihr wart mal

[Hook: Thaiyti]
Submission, Submission (Ha)
Geld auf den Tischen, Welt in der Kitchen
Submission, Submission (Ha)
Geld auf den Tischen, Welt in der Kitchen
[Part 5: MoooN]
Du willst in mein Glas keinen Saft schütten (in mein Glas) – direkt Submission
Du stehst mir grad gegenüber, willst kein Fuck given (keine Fucks given) – direkt Submission
Hast du Steit mit der Frau? – Submission (Submission)
Tags unterwegs? Ich mach ‘ne Clothesline
Denn du standest im Weg, wie kann man nur so doof sein? – Submission (Submission)
Nachts unterwegs? [Hook: Thaiyti]
Submission, Submission (Ha)
Geld auf den Tischen, Welt in der Kitchen
Submission, Submission (Ha)
Geld auf den Tischen, Welt in der Kitchen
[Part 1: Jonas Platin]
Tune meinen Tesla mit dem Imbusschlüssel
Suche nur das Geld und du suchst im Bus Schlüssel
Man sah mich zuletzt meinen Louis V Pyjama tragen
Ich ficke jetzt eine Groupie-Bitch im Babawagen
Und ich habe Druckmittel, aber nicht von HP
Von mir gedisst zu werden, das tut hart weh
Weil du am Scheitern bist, kommst du auf den Scheiterhaufen
Ich und meine Gang – ein gescheiter Haufen
[Part 2: Dieser Gordon]
Was is’ los, Slime? Es tut mir fast schon leid, dass du gegen uns schmal wirkst
Die Ringertrikots golden, nur Jonas is’ aus Platin
Breitgebaute Jungs, jeder Wrestlingchamp und Rapgott
Haben keine Kamera, doch machen mit dir einen Snapshot
Wenn du auf die Matte knallst, fühlt sich ‘s an, als könn’st du
Fliegen
Doch ich nehm dich in den Brock Lock und du bleibst liegen in der

[Hook: Thaiyti]
Submission, Submission (Ha)
Geld auf den Tischen, Welt in der Kitchen
Submission, Submission (Ha)
Geld auf den Tischen, Welt in der Kitchen
[Part 3: Bruder Jakob]
Submission, ich zwinge euch alle zum Aufgeben
Auf die Goldwaage tue ich nichts drauflegen
Ich werde auf dem Track nur für Promo rappen
Das Kokain ist weiß, wie ein Popozäpfchen
High Life, wenn wir am Spitten sind, Crack in dieser Kitchen drin
Ich habe Stacks, bin ein pretty Pimp, kaufe mich frei, weil ich in diese City will
Reich, ähnlich wie Kendrick Lamar, deshalb kauf ich ‘nen Handyvertrag
Warum hört deine Mom auf zu riden, ich steck ihr ‘nen Penny in ‘ Arsch
[Part 4: Captain Jenny]
Du fragst deine Jungs nach ei’m Bier
Die fragen mich und kriegen, statt ‘ner Antwort, einen Spear
Ihr schiebt euch auf Klo Poppers, deine Boys sind bloß Opfer
Und genau aus diesem Grund verpass ich euch ein’ Showstopper
Submission, ich pin dich, meine Leute sind illest
Denn die Jungs sitzen im Kitchen, deine Jungs sind alle Bitches
Tombstone Piledriver, du bloß ein kleiner
Bastard. – Nachtvision (Nachtvision)
Ihr macht bei euch Ringen und Raufen
Ich hab ‘ne Submission am Laufen
[Part 6: MC Baum]
Deine Crew posed im Video vor ‘nem Benzer
Meine Crew, die hat große Schwänze
Du bist kein Rapper, mach dir da nix vor
Und wirst geschlagen, joa, vom Prenzelberger Knabenchor
Ich zerstör dich mit ‘nem Codebreaker – Jericho
Und ess zum Mittag dann bloß eine Currywurst
Ich habe Sex und die Bitch ist blutig
Das ist kein Rap, das ist Sweet Chin Music

[Hook: Thaiyti]
Submission, Submission (Ha)
Geld auf den Tischen, Welt in der Kitchen
Submission, Submission (Ha)
Geld auf den Tischen, Welt in der Kitchen

Jonas Platin – Das Beste (Drogen Album)

Du bist nur ein dummer Goon
Aus dem Lotus tret ich dich mit Yoji Yamamoto Schuh’n (Burr)
Pose vor dem Whip, genaugenomm’ steh ich vor ‘m schwarzen Benz
Guck wie meine Kette durch Xenonbelichtungs-Strahlen glänzt
Komme aus der Villa und lauf direkt richtung Laden jetzt
Bin ein Streber, doch nur im Bezug auf Stiftung Warentest

[Hook]
Alles was ich habe is’ das Beste
Alles was ich trage is’ das Beste
Alles was ich sage hat ne Message
Stell mir keine Fragen, halt die Fresse
Alles was ich habe is’ das Beste
Alles was ich trage is’ das Beste
Alles was ich sage hat ne Message
Stell mir keine Fragen, halt die Fresse
[Part 2]
4K, Netflix, High-Definition (Ja)
Dein Dad glaubt nicht an mich, ich werd den Heide finishen
Mein Chauffeur, er ist alt, ich sag: "Fahr Tattergreis"
Du bist ein Asiate und frisst an Vatertag Reis (Yeah)
Sex Models, McDonalds, exe die Sekt-Bottles
Headshotte jetzt deine Fam, weil sie Stress wollen
Fleeker Dude, Sneaker-Shoes, Twitter-Mood in der Booth
Später drink ich von der Bitch, ihre zwanzig Liter Juice (Nice)
Designer-Ketten von Dior in der Kammer
Jetz’ wird abgeschlossen, denn du bist wie Thor – nicht der Hammer
Pull up um Model S, Bitch, nie hat mir jemand was vorgesetzt
Ich interessiere mich für ‘s Gesetz nicht, bleib auf dem Boden als wäre ich Estrich
[Bridge]
Ich kann mich nicht entscheiden
Platin-Roli oder Breitling
Kommt drauf an wie ich mich kleide
Gebe keinen Fick, Bitch, ich kauf beide

[Hook]
Alles was ich habe is’ das Beste
Alles was ich trage is’ das Beste
Alles was ich sage hat ne Message
Stell mir keine Fragen, halt die Fresse
Alles was ich habe is’ das Beste
Alles was ich trage is’ das Beste
Alles was ich sage hat ne Message
Stell mir keine Fragen, halt die Fresse
[Outro]
Jaaa, jaa
Jaaa, jaa
Jaaa, jaa
Jaaa, jaa [Intro]
Jaaa, jaa
Jaaa, jaa
Jaaa, jaa
Jaaa, jaa
[Hook]
Alles was ich habe is’ das Beste
Alles was ich trage is’ das Beste
Alles was ich sage hat ne Message
Stell mir keine Fragen, halt die Fresse
Alles was ich habe is’ das Beste
Alles was ich trage is’ das Beste
Alles was ich sage hat ne Message
Stell mir keine Fragen, halt die Fresse
[Part 1]
Alles was ich habe is’ das Beste was es gibt (Yeah)
Schuhe sind von Fendi und die Weste Givenchy (Givenchy)
Habe meine Hater seit dem ersten Tag besiegt
Bitch, ich brauche keine Glock, weil ich mit Heckler-Waffen schieß (Pow, pow pow)
Auf dem Smartphone ist ein Apfel, auf dem Sweater ist ein Fohlen
Nein ich trage nicht Camp David, doch bin fame wie Dieter Bohlen
Deine Sachen sind gestohlen, doch hab ich sie dir empfohlen
Denn bei diesem Einkommen würd ich mir auch was von Kik hol’n
Kaufst du Samsung werd ich böse, denn mein Fernseher ist von Loewe
Knirps ich murk dich und das nur, weil meine Homies dich nicht mögen
Komm doch her was willst du tun?

Jonas Platin – Jp (Drogen Album)

[Part 1]
Droppe ich ein Tape, kommt die Feuerwehr (Feuerwehr)
Ich halt mein Vermögen von der Steuer fern (Aha)
Ihr tut so als ob die Sneaker teuer wär’n (Teuer wär’n)
Dreißig Euro, Deichmann, ist das euer ernst? Bevor ich darüber flow, bin ich lieber broke
[Bridge]
Und sie sagen von wegen
Hast du deinen Shit selber Produziert
Bitch so is’ das Leben
Ich mach meine Moves und es funktioniert
[Hook]
Yo, damn, es is’ JP
Fuckin’ Mainstream und die Bitches eighteen
Oh, man, ihr seid Fake-G’s
Fly wie ein Delfin, schwöre, Bitch, I stay clean
JP (Is cool) JP (Is schlau)
JP (Hat Money) JP (Ganz genau)
JP, oder kurz gesagt – Jonas Platin Vier Uhr mittags Live-Stream auf Instagram
Danach werde ich gleich in mei’m Zimmer penn’
Gehe auf die Straße und seh ein’ Ginger-Man
Opfer-Style sein’ Fidget-Spinner mit dem Finger dreh’n
Du fährst mittags mit dem Bike in die Stadt
So ein Tweet von mir macht Viertausend Likes über Nacht
Jeden Tag, mindestens bis um drei, bin ich wach
Du musst Kack-Jobs nehm’ weil du zwei Kinder hast
[Bridge]
Und sie sagen von wegen
Hast du deinen Shit selber Produziert
Bitch so is’ das Leben
Ich mach meine Moves und es funktioniert
[Hook]
Yo, damn, es is’ JP
Fuckin’ Mainstream und die Bitches eighteen
Oh, man, ihr seid Fake-G’s
Fly wie ein Delfin, schwöre, Bitch, I stay clean
JP (Is cool) JP (Is schlau)
JP (Hat Money) JP (Ganz genau)
JP, oder kurz gesagt – Jonas Platin

[Part 2]
Eure Mucke hör ich niemals lauter denn (Denn)
Ihr seid miserable Autoren (Yeah)
Meine Jungs und ich tun outdoor renn’
Oder machen auf der Straße ein Autorenn’
Pimpe Snapchat mit den Spectacles
Heute Vitamalz, früher war es Actavis
Spreche Worte in mein Mike, doch ich rappe nicht
Denn ich spitte "Supa Hot Fire", wie der echte, Bitch (Sike)
In den Straßen macht es Klick-Klack-Wow (Klick-Klack-Wow)
Denn ich spiele Tic-Tac-Toe (Toe) mit deiner Fick-Fuck-Hoe (Hoe)
Deine Beats, was is’ das, Bro?

Jonas Platin – Thirdie (feat. Mc Smook) (Drogen Album)

Fahr damit selber nicht, aber frag bloß
All meine Feinde sind so bankrott, wie ein Sand verkaufender
Strandshop
Gib mir ‘ne Leinwand, denn ich fühl mich so wie van Gogh

[Hook: Jonas Platin]
Und ich mach ein Thirdie
Denn es sieht so aus, als wär die Gang dabei
Mache noch ein Thirdie
Doch in Wirklichkeit bin ich ganz allein
Und ich mach ein Thirdie
Denn es sieht so aus, als wär die Gang dabei
Mache noch ein Thirdie
Doch in Wirklichkeit bin ich ganz allein
[Part 3: MC Smook]
Snapchat-Gott MC Smook ist die Wahrheit
(Die Wahrheit) Doch in Wirklichkeit, bin ich doch nur allein
(Nur allein) Keine Bitch sieht aus wie Fergie (Fergie)
Ich inszeniere nur ein Thirdie (Thirdie)
Fake it ’til you make it, für Fame mach ich alles
Mache mich naked, hauptsache ich schaff es
Ich pack es, ich mach es, ich hab es
Egal ob es flach is’, ich lass es
Never ever, ich bin kein Battlerapper
Ich bin ein Instagrammer, Twitter-Guru, Snapchat-Rapper (Hahahahahaha)
Der Trend geht rum, von Cottbus bis nach Bautzen
(Nach Bautzen) Ihm folgen jetzt auch dicke deutsche Plautzen
(Deutsche Plautzen) Ich bin ein Held der Welt, will ich dir verkaufen
(Verkaufen) Bin so blass, ich bin nie draußen

[Hook: Jonas Platin]
Und ich mach ein Thirdie
Denn es sieht so aus, als wär die Gang dabei
Mache noch ein Thirdie
Doch in Wirklichkeit bin ich ganz allein
Und ich mach ein Thirdie
Denn es sieht so aus, als wär die Gang dabei
Mache noch ein Thirdie
Doch in Wirklichkeit bin ich ganz allein Packe ein Thirdie in den WhatsApp-Status, hab Abitur, doch bin trotzdem planlos
Sag ey, du Opfer, wann fährt die Bahn los? [Part 1: Jonas Platin]
Ich bin allein, sitze in der Crib
Alle meine Homies sind im Urlaub, was zum Fick? Da fällt mir etwas ein
[Hook: Jonas Platin]
Und ich mach ein Thirdie
Denn es sieht so aus, als wär die Gang dabei
Mache noch ein Thirdie
Doch in Wirklichkeit bin ich ganz allein
[Part 2: Jonas Platin]
Der Trend geht rum, von Schleswig-Holstein bis nach Sachsen
(Sachsen) Folgst du ihm nicht, dann will ich dich im Sarg sehen
Ich lös den Blitz aus, ähnlich so wie Raichu
Trage Supra Sneakers und du trägst ‘nen Reitschuh
Strecke den Arm weit von mir weg
Zeige mein’ Swag, teile den Snap
Poste ein Foto mit „#Collabo“, doch sitze alleine am Mac
Mache ein Thirdie mit dem Camcorder, eure Anfragen sind in meinem Spam-Ordner
Trinke die Bitch, als wäre es Herforder, ich kriege Sex, wenn ich ihn herforder
Fahre im getuneten Audi R8, hab davon nicht sieben, sondern eher acht
Meine Gang ist größer als die Wehrmacht, wer lacht bei dem, was mein Gewehr macht? Auf Netflix hab ich jede Serie geguckt
Am besten sollt ich Texte schreiben, aber juckt (Tff)
Nehm mein iPhone, les den Twitter-Feed
Stalke eine Bitch, weil man ihren Hintern sieht
Will ihr ein Bild schicken, cool muss es sein
Aber welches?

Jonas Platin – Alleingang (Drogen Album)

Mein iPhone fällt auf den Boden und da bleibt es liegen
Denn ich copp mir mit dem Money dieses iPhone 7
Durch den Fame tun sich viele Bitches leicht verlieben
Denn ich veränder mich, doch ihr seid alle gleich geblieben

[Hook]
Hey (Whoo)
Ich mach alles im Alleingang (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
An die Spitze ohne Zweikampf (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitte kümmer dich um dein’ Kram, denn du bist am Scheitern
Hey, hey, hey (Whoo)
Ich mach’ alles im Alleingang (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Plötzlich sind die Leute schweigsam (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ich will nur, dass du es weißt, man, jetzt is’ Nummer Eins dran
[Part 2]
Sorry mit dem Tape, dass ich etwas slow bin
Nahm mir zwei Minuten und jetzt denkt das Land, ich bin Edward Snowden
Könnte jeden Tag den allerletzten Dreck uploaden
Und euch trotzdem in zwei Jahren meinen Tesla showen
Stecke meine Ziele hoch, wie ein Dartspieler
Besucht mein Haus, bis zur Tür und ihr fahrt wieder
Verdiene mehr in einem Jahr als hundert Staatsdiener
Barkeeper, ich seh lieber Scheine, so wie Grasdealer
Ich sag: "Ciao!", hör das Dummgelaber der Misset-Kinder
Stressabbau, durch das Kugellager des Fidget-Spinners
Sex im Haus, tu beim Rumgemache die Bitches fingern
Bist zu laut und gehst zu den Ander’n, dann klickt es, Nigga
Das ganze Internet gefriert so wie Iglus
Denn ich bin cool und schicke meine Tweets los
Bitch, leider kommst du auf den Friedhof
Denn du findest dieses Lied doof

[Hook]
Hey (Whoo)
Ich mach alles im Alleingang (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
An die Spitze ohne Zweikampf (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitte kümmer dich um dein’ Kram, denn du bist am Scheitern
Hey, hey, hey (Whoo)
Ich mach’ alles im Alleingang (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Plötzlich sind die Leute schweigsam (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ich will nur, dass du es weißt, man, jetzt is’ Nummer Eins dran [Hook]
Hey
Ich mach alles im Alleingang
An die Spitze ohne Zweikampf
Bitte kümmer dich um dein’ Kram, denn du bist am Scheitern
Hey, hey, hey (Whoo)
Ich mach’ alles im Alleingang (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Plötzlich sind die Leute schweigsam (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ich will nur, dass du es weißt, man, jetzt is’ Nummer Eins dran
[Part 1]
Ich kann alles besser, macht doch eure Scheiße selbst
Mach die Straße sauber, Achtung, Leute, weiße Felgen
Ich bin krass, darum mache ich das meiste Geld
Schieße fünf Uhr Mittags an der Kreuzung auf die scheiß Gesellen
Bald schon fahre ich als Auto den Lexus
Willst du wissen, ob ich spare, Nigga, schau auf mein MacBook
Bitches hassen schlechte Tracks, da hilft auch nicht dein Nexus Denn sie machen lieber, glaub ich, direkt Schluss
Unter meinen Freunden keine Kritiker
Denn ich verspreche den’ W-LAN wie ein Politiker
Früher Geld für nix, heute einfach Ibiza
Ihr seid broke und Jonas Platin ist ein Teenie-Star, yeah!