Royce Da 5’9″ – Fuck My Brains Out (feat. Ingrid Smalls & June) lyrics

(feat. Ingrid Smalls, June)

[Ingrid Smalls]
Right there, right there?
Right there, right there?

[Royce Da 5’9″]
It goes up, down, side to side
That’s how a real bitch ride, ride
With the whole thing inside, side
(Ahh, ahh) Don’t be shy
Boom, show you where the liquid is
Blow and your lipstick smears
Lick that tip that meet mine then
You might meet my liquid kids
You don’t gotta pay your physician big
And put that glaze on your glistenin chin
What? Baby I’m listenin
I know what your favorite position is
I know I’ma lick that if I have to
Hit it like a pack of zigzag wrappers
Hit it from the back then give it back to her
In the mouth then give a bitch a tic-tac after

[Chorus: Ingrid Smalls]
I, wannnnt you, fuck my brains ouuuut
I, wannnnt you, sweat my weave ouuuut (mmm)
I, wannnnt you, fuck my brains ouuuut (just like that)
I, wannnnt you, sweat my weave ouuuut (yeah!)

[June]
No mistake, June the great
Fucked the most hoes at Michigan State
Technique should be in the textbook
Love to have the ones that like to look
At their reflection, while we’re sexin
Wanna smoke while we fuck? No question
Bitch yeah, is it cool for three?
Cause two girls just don’t do it for me, I’m a beast
Hit it from the back, let me grab her ankles
Thumb’s in the asshole, take the pain slow
Jump back on that c***, keep rockin
Hundred milligram pill, bitch no stoppin
Keep poppin, energy droppin
Neighbors complain, say we too loud often
Another world – you love it
Don’t you? My favorite nasty girl

[Chorus:]

[Interlude: man talking]
Yeahhh bitch, yeah take this sugar dick bitch
Take it, yeah, take this jackhammer
You ain’t know I had that jackhammer, did you?
Yeah say M. I. C. Bitch, say Vishis
Call me Vishis bitch, yeah (Vishis! M. I. C.!)

[June]
It goes up, down, once again
I fuck and make hoes confess they sins
Gotta make sure what’s ya age again
Wish she had me on tape to show your friends
Have a king size bed when I fuck hoes over three times after s**
I don’t even wanna smell your breath
My roommate peeps in
And uh (what’s happenin) we both hit that again

[Royce Da 5’9″]
Get ’em in a rental, get ’em in a Range
Give a nigga brain; let my nigga watch, keep him entertained
It’s a wonderful thing
Don’t you go gettin all sentimental with game, let a nigga bang
Ride the Titanic
Most niggaz go from small to large, I go from wide to gigantic
Let a nigga call in
As soon as I’m caught in, I’ma try to make a nigga fall in
Dig a deeper hole in it when I hit it
Put her on feet patrol, send her to the sto’
Never let her tell a nigga “no”
Ceiling or the flo’, you dealin with a crimin-iminal

[Chorus:]

Royce Da 5’9″ – Death Is Certain Pt. 2 (It Hurts) lyrics

Yeah, my nigga, we’re greater than friends
All we know is the beginnin’, nobody controls the way that it ends
I got the weight of the world on my shoulders
And one phone call can change it, make it fall ’til I’m all caved in

My homie got shot and it’s not lookin’ good for him
No, this is not happenin’, knock on wood for him
Speedin’ to the hospital cryin’, askin God, why
I’m mashin’, my car movin’ as fast as my mind

This is not happenin’ to me
My homie will not and I repeat will not flat lyin’ on me
How can I explain this vividly to your mom
That this is behind entertainment? She won’t get it

All she understands is the boy that she raised just might
Die in a hospital bed fightin’ for his life
I’m prayin’, standin’ over you
Lookin’ at you hooked up to a machine, holdin’ your hand, sayin’

Don’t you go nowhere, stay here with me
‘Cause if you leave me, it’ll hurt so bad

Death is certainly gon’ catch you
(They can take me)
Whoever special, you will be left hurt
(I’ll take yo’ place)

This is the cold, harshness of life
Just when it unfolds, your lucky to grow old, life
(‘Cause it hurts so bad)

You’re tearin’ our team apart
Though time heals all of our wounds, it’s still leavin’ a mark
I took it too far, the feelin’ that’s hidden deep in my heart
Comes out when I look at the scar

And I can’t kill nobody to get you back
Nigga, that’s somethin’ that time can’t heal
While I’m sayin’ my grace, I’ll be lookin’ up at the sky
And tellin’ God that he’s makin’ a mistake

You can’t take away one brother and leave the rest of the clique
Lord please, double check yo’ list
And if you get to his name and it’s a check beside it
Death comes in three’s, take me next

But don’t make me sweat, please
I won’t make it, I get restless speculatin’
Sons should bury mothers
Every mother don’t wanna bury her son, they’re sayin’

Don’t you go nowhere, stay here with me
‘Cause if you leave me, it’ll hurt so bad

Death is certainly gon’ catch you
(They can take me)
Whoever special, you will be left hurt
(I’ll take yo’ place)

This is the cold, harshness of life
Just when it unfolds, your lucky to grow old, life
(‘Cause it hurts so bad)

Death is certainly gon’ catch you
Whoever special, you will be left hurt
This is the cold, harshness of life
Just when it unfolds your lucky to grow old, life

Death is not, no option
I’m pullin’ money outta my pocket tryin’ to con the doctor
Please, treat this thug the way you would treat yo’ baby
The way that you would treat yo’ blood, I’ll pay

As heavyweight as we are, I know how you medics are
‘Cause I be checkin’ er everyday
I know we are a hairful but doc this ain’t one of them
That came through shot that should’ve been careful

‘Cause no dude could bleed the way his heart pumps
More than any patient that rode through that you seen
The reason that he’s my man ’cause I tell him
If he can hear me, to squeeze my hand and he squeezes

So I tell him some things
Don’t let them machines help you breathe, don’t leave from receivin’
‘Round quarter to eight, his mom’s is sleepin’
His grip weakens, his squiggly lines go straight
(Go straight)

Call the doctor, give him all you got
Shock him, he gon’ tell you it’s too late
Call the doctor, give him all you got
Shock him, it’s too late

Don’t you go nowhere, stay here with me
‘Cause if you leave me, it’ll hurt so bad

Death is certainly gon’ catch you
(They can take me)
Whoever special, you will be left hurt
(I’ll take yo’ place)

This is the cold, harshness of life
Just when it unfolds, your lucky to grow old, life
(‘Cause it hurts so bad)

Death is certainly gon’ catch you
Whoever special, you will be left hurt
This is the cold, harshness of life
Just when it unfolds your lucky to grow old, life and death

Mark Kozelek – Weed Whacker lyrics

He’s tired of the studio environment
He’s tired of the tour schedule regimen
He’s planning for his early retirement
He’s gonna buy another house and get another renter to pay him rent
He’s gonna buy another house and get another renter to pay him rent
He’s living by the ocean and his lungs are full and old
He’s gonna take a break at his mountain house in the gold rush town
I was dancing around in the backyard with my weed whacker
I was dancing around in the backyard with my goggles on and my weed whacker
I was dancing around with no shirt on and my weed whacker
On my acre of land, just me, myself, and I, and my weed whacker

Walked into town, a guy in the coffee shop had a broken arm
I said, “How’d you do that,” he said, “Too much dancing”
I said, “Never a better way to break your arm”
I said, “I almost broke my arm today too”
He said, “Yeah, how’s that?,” I said, “Weed whacking”
He said, “Yeah man, your face is pretty red and your arms are all scratched”
I said, “Are my eyes going bad or does it smell like someone went camping?”
He said, “Man you seem confused, like might need a little bit of napping”
I said, “Yeah, who’s that in the background on the radio, rapping?”
He said, “They’re called Sun Kil Moon, the album is called
Common as Light and Love Are Red Valleys of Blood
You’ve probably never heard of them
By the way, it’s not the radio, it’s Spotify”
And he said, “What’s wrong, you look like you’re going to cry”
He said, “What’s wrong, you look like you’re going to cry”
“No, I’m alright but that’s right, I never heard of them
Are they black or are they white?,” he said, “The singer is white”
But he’s not sure about the rest of them
He said, “Man you look confused, can you count to ten?
Can you tell me if it’s day or night, or what month it is?
Do you know where you are right now?”

He’s back by the ocean where his nostrils are full of cypress trees
He’s back by the ocean where his face almost looks like he’s about to sneeze
He hears a Geary Rapid Transit bus going by from his window
He sees the Cliff House sign, he walks alone down
Point Lobos Avenue, San Francisco, California, 940121
Where’s he going, I don’t know where he needs to be
Where’s he going, I don’t know and neither do you

Cause actually none of us really know nothing about nothing
There’s a dog named Cyrus, there was a dog named Sally Muffin
Did I once meet, Kermit Ruffins did
My grandmas made good oyster stuffing
When somebody tries to act like they know a lot about something
Chances are they’re probably talking about a whole lot of nothing
When somebody tries to tell you that they know a lot about something
They’re probably talking about a whole lot of nothing

And I’m reading Steinbeck’s The Moon is Down
Is it me or somebody else in my skin walking around?
Did I once stay and watch the Cliff House burn to the ground?
Did I once make an album called Down Colorful Hill?
Will it pay ten dollars a pound?
Somebody hurry up and write the answer down
Split twenty thousand dollars I believe, not pounds
Doesn’t that make us the coolest guys in town?

Am I singing or am I talking?
What’s your opinion?
Did you ever hear a guy called Phil Lynott from Thin Lizzy
Sing a song, let’s hear it
If you did, you had to be crying
If you didn’t cry, you’re probably lying
We don’t see eye to eye and if we don’t
Let’s meet at the halfway line
I’ll do the fishing, you’ll do the frying
What’s important is that we all keep trying
That we don’t keep hurting each other
Accept our differences
Let’s find understanding and never stop trying

Hey, did you see the breaking news?
Are we smart or are we fools?
In my backyard there’s a swimming pool, it’s never used
Hey, there’s a guy walking down the avenue
Pretty sure he’s been through a lot
He always looks deep in thought
He always looks mildly distraught
I want to talk to him but I think I oughta not
I’m projecting his hurt, but I don’t know nothing about nothing
Maybe he’s walking to get a tea and a muffin
Maybe he’s meditating, maybe he’s contemplating
Maybe at the end of the road, someone is waiting for him

There’s a lot to be grateful for at the end of the day
I’m pretty sure I got a lot of help along the way
Sure I could use this verse to drop a couple of names
But to me, you all supported me all the same
I don’t forget who inspired me along the way

You turn on the news
Somebody’s hijacking, someone’s terrorist attacking
Somebody’s hijacking a plane
An actor died and was no longer acting
I was dreaming last night that I was in a shoe store
And they sold suitcases too
But the one I liked was too heavy
I said, “Hey, got any socks?”
He said, “Yeah, they’re up there on the shelf”
And they were a very good value

Then I woke up to the ladies above me yakking
Like the Golden Girls, like them they had squawking
They don’t pause at all, it’s nonstop talk-talking
I went up there and asked them, “Please keep it down”
I was kind and polite, I told them, “I’d like to sleep a few more hours”
They said, “Hey, you’re the one who kept us up all night with your rapping
Who do you think you are anyway, LL Cool J?”
They were right, who the fuck am I?
I’m just a guy making music for Spotify
The ceiling is thin, it’s always been
It is what it is, and it’s beautiful to be alive
To hear the buses going by
To see the raccoons crossing the street from the park at night

And now it’s time to get packing
But not for any kayaking and not for any backpacking
Not for any FedEx tracking, not for any safe cracking
Not for any thumbtacking, not for any haystacking
Not for any carjacking
I’m packing to go do some weed whacking
Pretty soon I’ll be dancing around in my backyard with my weed whacker
Dancing around in my backyard with my weed whacker
Dancing around in my backyard with my weed whacker
Dancing around in my backyard with my weed whacker
Dancing around in my backyard with my weed whacker
Dancing around in my backyard with my weed whacker
Dancing around in my backyard with my weed whacker

YUNGBLUD – 21st Century Liability lyrics

[Verse 1]
In a place where they fail to inspire
I’m drinking the bleach so that I feel the fire
Inside is a riot but I’m in too deep
A mile in
A mile in

In a place where they think I’m a stranger
I’m shaving my face with a coke covered razor
I press hard so it goes in deep
A mile in
A mile in

[Chorus]
I’m a 21st Century liability
I’m a 21st Century liability
I’m a 21st Century liability
(BANG BANG BANG)
It’s all Bollocks
I’m a 21st Century liability
I’m a 21st Century liability
I’m a 21st Century liability
(BANG BANG BANG)
It’s all Bollocks

[Verse 2]
When I was younger I had a proper plan
Keep myself naive take advice from the man
But I turned 17 and I saw in my head
He was blowing up the world with a ball point pen
I met a person I think I fell in love
A certain kind of love you can’t find in drugs
But I fucked it up needed alone time
It’s like I killed myself “I love you long time”

[Chorus]
I’m a 21st Century liability
I’m a 21st Century liability
I’m a 21st Century liability
(BANG BANG BANG)
It’s all Bollocks
I’m a 21st Century liability
I’m a 21st Century liability
I’m a 21st Century liability
(BANG BANG BANG)
It’s all Bollocks

[Bridge]
I’m a 21st Century liability
I’m a 21st Century liability
I’m a 21st Century liability
I’m a 21st Century liability

[Chorus]
I’m a 21st Century liability
I’m a 21st Century liability
I’m a 21st Century liability
(BANG BANG BANG)
It’s all Bollocks
I’m a 21st Century liability
I’m a 21st Century liability
I’m a 21st Century liability
(BANG BANG BANG)
It’s all Bollocks

Longward – Same Page lyrics

We’ll be fixing flaws within this program
Your abandoned host will rise to speak
Of things so benign you’ll want to listen
The dirt on a sole can get cleaned
Pull apart this machinery to uncover
It’s inoculating force
All around us… Spread thin
The ground beneath your feet will shake

“IN COMING” kneel down
To rest your shields
The fate of our demise
Will one day tell the tale

Plagued by this ethereal being
That will enter in through the night
Shortness of air intake
Can commence the shell to vibrate
Bed down, you can learn to operate
These played out wavelengths
Which we’ve bestowed
To give in may be your only way
A form of communication

“IN COMING” kneel down
To rest your shields
The fate of our demise
Will one day tell the tale
So stand beside yourself
To resuscitate
The price of Kingdom Come
Now watch me levitate

Longward – Parallels lyrics

Imbedded lies the script
My hands keep the pace
I’m casting lines out knowing
The hooks have no bait
All they wanna hear
Are repetitious songs
To resonate the frequency
That humans crave
Meanwhile we all eat the cost

How could they amend me
From illusive madness?
When did we raise
That question and why?
Straight ahead and full speed
This fallacy approaches
A clear image of a suicide
By slow decline

The secrets out and now
Their talons grip tight
Another hymn divulges
Lost human rights and still
We know talk is cheap
But we forgot how to fight
When you wash your hands
Of this how can you
Stomach your appetite?

Longward – Lung Division lyrics

Careful not to let down your guard
Or you will turn this conversation
Into a cry for help
Before you make an attempt
You sacrifice another day to this dead-end race
This façade reopens old wounds
To think of letting go…
How could you
When I sacrificed it all?

Now lend your faith
Towards somewhere else
This path will lead to avarice so
I’ll secure my place in Hell
There is no crawling out
While you’re still alive
Stand tall to watch a shelf life
Wear itself out

My purpose here feels antiquated
And like a double-edged sword
It brought out the worst in me
No better than the words I speak
A contoured reaction sheds
An inkling of truth
That dissolved upon its debut

Longward – Spotting Owls lyrics

I try to keep a safe distance
While I watch the rise and fall of an empire
Too soon to tell from the faint reflexive pulse
Though we proclaim that this algorithm will work

To supply us with an infinite
Collage of empirical evidence
But it takes a lot of patience to deliver that
While holding human life in high regard

How long have you been a grey
Roaming these streets, laying low undetected?
Is it true you’ve been stealing energy
From the sun to only feed others like you?

To supply them with an infinite
Collage of empirical evidence
But it takes a lot of patience to deliver that
While holding human life in high regard

I’m sure you will fall
Victim of the people
And when we escape
We will never crawl back
To the source and
You will be forced to
Rethink your insidious Operation

Wake up are you ready to live
To rise above yeah to rise against?
I said wake up are you ready to live
To rise above this fiscal cliff?
We’ve been broken but we will mend
The time is now for a cosmic realignment
A conscientious shift!

6 Above Zero – Soft Touch lyrics

Verse 1:
You got me on your side… Oh baby.
No need to tantalize like you do, girl.
No need to even try.
You’re little smile’s enough to get me going.

You got me in a spin.
For sure, you’re gonna win.
No need to make me stay.
Don’t want to ever, ever go away.

Chorus 1:
You don’t even have to try.
All I can take is just a little bit… Yeah.

Verse 2:
Be careful what you do to me girl.
You’ve got the way. You’ve got the power.
Don’t you know it’s true when it comes to you.
Don’t they say a little goes a long way.

The way you move… It gets me in a groove.
The way you walk… It makes me unglued.
The way you look at me is just enough.
Come on girl, just use the soft touch.

Chorus 2:
You… You don’t even have to try.
All I can take is just a little bit.

Bridge 1:
One thing that you should know.
(Just a little)
When it comes to you I wanna take slow.
(Can’t take too much, give me the soft touch)

Solo:
Bridge 2:
Hey… Give me a little. Just a little.
You got me going. My love is showing.
You got me. You got me.
You got me on your side. No need to even try… Yeah.

Verse 3:
You got me on your side, oh baby.
No need to electrify me like you do girl.
No need to even try.
You’ve got the way. You’ve got the power, baby.

Left me in a spin.
For sure, you’re gonna win.
No need to make me stay.
Don’t want to ever, ever go away.

Chorus 3:
You don’t even have to try.
All I can take is just a little bit.

6 Above Zero – Moon Of Decision lyrics

Verse 1:
The sign is up… The time is winding down.
You paid your dime to ride around the sun, some 80 times or maybe even more.
No giving up.. Oh no, no backing down. You made you mind up… Why did you sign up? No mercy for you, oh no, you’ve got to give us what you got.

Chorus 1:
Hard to see when you’re already in it. Take your shot to the very last minute.
(Just take your time to take a shot till the very last minute).
Why did you wait until the very last minute for the moon of decision?
Hey, yeah.

Verse 2:
The sign is up… Reveal the mystery.
You took some time to take a ride around the sun.(You think it’s time to go, it’s only just begun).
So take the love oh whoa, do not take the sympathy. ’cause one will make you strong, the other makes you weak. (one will make you strong the other makes you weak… One will make you strong the other makes you…)

Chorus 2:
Hard to see cause you’re already in it. Why did you wait until the very last minute.
(Just take your time to take a shot till the very last minute).
Why did you wait until the very last minute for the moon of decision?
Umm.
Umm… It’s your moon of decision.
It’s your moon of decision.

6 Above Zero – The Getaway lyrics

Verse 1:
John and Jim got a plan. Get a van lets go to that southern land. Maybe, there we can make it playing music. New York basements are getting kinda cold.
(So long New York).
We’re never going back. We’re never sure of that. All to make a song, yeah.
Okay, alright. So what, it’s taking long.

Verse 2:
Fort Lauderdale wasn’t home. Tampa bound we found there were gardens there. Uncle Junior got us in. What a trip, I’m hip! Hey guys, don’t ever let the music slip.
(We got away.)
Captive in Brandon town. Again we’re Tampa bound. All to make a song, yeah.
Okay, I’m wise! Why don’t you try this on for size.

Chorus 1:
We’ve got to go, got to get away. Thought we had to getaway.
We’ve got to go, got to get away. Thought we had to getaway.

Bridge:
Doug and Paul painting walls down the hall. Hear the sound up above. Why don’t you bring your sax along?

Verse 3:
Now and then, got the plan. Here’s a band to work out those melodies and those harmonies. “You know that lingering look was all it took to get you on the hook”.
Elmira is… Where we’ve been coming from. Who is there favorite son. All to make a song. Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah.

Solo

Chorus 2:
We’ve got to go, got to get away. Thought we had to getaway.
We’ve got to go, got to get away. Thought we had to getaway.

Childish Gambino – Move That Dope / Nextel Chirp / Let Your Hair Blow (feat. Young Scooter) lyrics

[Part 1: Move That Dope]

[Verse 1]
Whippin’ the Lam’, whippin’ and grippin’ the Lam’
Niggas like ‘Bino the man, I was like damn
I was allergic to not makin’ money, the timing was perfect
They used to not pay him no never mind
Niggas these numbers don’t ever lie
Fuck wit’ your boy like a pedophile
Damn I’m fly, I’m so high I might need a spaceship
I’m on acid, this bitch is basic
We them niggas y’all love to hate on
But when you see us y’all never say shit
Conversation, I’m in that, top 5, I’m in rap
Pussy niggas, y’all say shit and don’t do shit
Flew your girl to Saint Lucia
Oh, these niggas are not from Atlanta, these niggas are not from Atlanta
Cause I’m from Atlanta and we would just handle it
Struggle rap, Canibus
Amethyst, my weed purple
Rap game, I’m Steve Urkel, Urquelle
She want some pics, I’m like “oh well, you better Google search”
Money rule my universe
Nigga we made it
We had the beat and then we heard the verse and said “nigga we hate it”
Livin’ my life like I’m Jaden (Smith)
Tesla the color of Satan (whip)
Bitches are mine for the takin’
I understand why you hate us

[Part 2: Nextel Chirp]

[Hook]
Nigga don’t (DRAMATIC!)
Hit me on my Nextel chirp, when you heard that *brrrp* *brrrp*, mean that nigga got some work
Yeah, my cousin used to serve ’em, now he learning how to walk
If you really from Atlanta then you heard this shit before
Yeah, you know, uh
Nigga don’t hit me on my Nextel chirp
When you heard that *brrrp* *brrrp*, mean that nigga got some work
Yeah, my cousin used to serve ’em, now he learning how to walk
If you really from Atlanta then you heard this shit before
Yeah, you know, uh

[Verse 2]
Yes I be the man, who you tellin’?
Smokin’ on that loud, what you smellin’?
Cops want a nigga for the sport
Hundred dollars, can’t afford it
Made my momma cry in court
Fuck them niggas
Fulton County, Cobb County, see the twelve be out
See you wit’ your friends and break you up cause you hanging out
Learn to talk about, what you talkin’ ’bout?
Never on the phone, had to do it on my own
Took a minute, now we on, yeah
Scooter got the Street Lottery, that’s a classic
Cause it be showin’ niggas how to be when you passin’
That white girl, that white girl, Niykee Heaton, yeah
I might girl, I might girl, are you eatin’ though?
Patience, congratulations, I’m on my A shit
I met this dude while on vacation, I didn’t say shit
When he was talkin’ all that bullshit about the nation
His daughter, I just gave a facial, my reparations

[Bridge]
Uh, it’s a new black renaissance
Uh, all that wack shit they be on
Uh, what’s the type of shit that they be on
Uh, what’s the type of shit that they be on

[Part 3: Let Your Hair Blow]

[Scratches and Rewinds]

[Intro: Young Scooter]
Let the top down and let your hair blow (x6)
You got a perfect body, all natural
Body that the superstar lookin’ for
Hey baby, let’s just go for a ride, okay

[Hook: Young Scooter]
Let the top down and let your hair blow
Let the top down and let your hair blow
You got a perfect body, all natural
Body that the superstar lookin’ for
Let’s ride and let the top down
Let your hair blow, ride and smoke out
We party on the Interstate, shut I-20 down
Even in the winter flexin’ with the top down

[Verse 3: Childish Gambino]
Top down, let ’em see a king
East side, East side, I’m just bein’ me
I’m just seein’ Gs, I’m just makin’ culture
I just say the realest shit and hope it don’t insult you
On stage, yellin’ crazy shit
I was high but I meant that shit
Let it out, gotta vent that shit
Play me loud, that’s event music
I don’t swear to God, I just swear to me
I don’t think there’s anything I couldn’t be
All we know is trust, that’s the R O Y A L T Y
Please don’t ask a king what it’s hard to be

[Hook: Young Scooter]
Let the top down and let your hair blow
Let the top down and let your hair blow
You got a perfect body, all natural
Body that the superstar lookin’ for
Let’s ride and let the top down
Let your hair blow, ride and smoke out
We party on the Interstate, shut I-20 down
Even in the winter flexin’ with the top down

Childish Gambino – Money Baby lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama]
(Dramatic nigga!)
Stone Mountain
Childish
Dram (Gangsta grizzle!)

[Pre-Hook: Childish Gambino]
I like smokin’ loud, I like being me
I might drop them bars, that AT&T
I like makin’ moves, I like being King
If you like that ballin’, I show you what that ballin’ be

[Hook]
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby

[Verse 1]
Fly girl, she named Beatle
Clothes off, she don’t need ’em
Animals, she don’t eat ’em
Hungry for it, I feed her, uh, I feed her
You already know that I feed her
I don’t mess with them fuck boys, she said I don’t either
She said I’m gone eat her, attitude so diva
Got a big place like Scarface, treat her ass like Elvira
Skin tone godiva, smokin’ on that cheeba
Girl you got me so hypnotized that thang be givin’ me fever
Let me get it
Take her to Kauai, fucked on the beach
Fucked on the floor, we ain’t gotta speak
Beach, getting high like a motherfuck
Royalty the team so you know what’s up
Kitty so good, let me beat it up, kitty so good I could sleep in it
Hollow tip flow sending shots to my enemies
Niggas who tried to Nick Cannon me
Thoughts were so bad that I pleaded insanity
Bottles, I pop me a case
Live on the radio bought me a place
This is my summer of love
Yea, all these bitches is down
But never put nothin’ above

[Hook]
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby

[Verse 2]
Kick it like Kazuya
This game is how we maneuver
There’s plenty fish in the sea and I treat them groupies like grouper
My life inside a computer, back up my soul to the cloud
Funny we show ’em class and they call me the class clown
Money is in my jeans, best believe that it’s passed down
Got the room thumpin, she tell me don’t stop
I mean really don’t stop
I must be doing something
Something really on point, something really on point
Now she look back at it
But she give me that look when I gotta dip out
Stop being Dramatic (DRAMATIC!)
Can’t nobody do it like this
Forgot her name as soon as I hit
Got that buzz, the phone was silent
Run the game, that’s us
Fort Knox, gold bars
Let her get it on both sides, I did it all, with no cosign
And I’m ballin’ like I give a fuck
Now they know wassup
Smokin’ like she wanna fuck
We are not in love, she’s a grown up
And I’m so childish
Still that’s my bitch
We waste our time with all this

[Hook]
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby

Childish Gambino – AssShots Remix (feat. R O Y A L T Y) lyrics

[Produced by: Big Soj]

[Intro: DJ Drama (Childish Gambino)]
Is it too much to ask for lyrics?
(Alright, alright)
(Royalty has never done a track together)
I mean it’s 2014 man, c’mon really
(Well I thought we would get everybody on the same track)
You niggas could learn a lot by now
Watch this
(I’ll go first)
Stone Mountain

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Give a fuck about these haters man
I’m the flyest that there’s ever been
I’m always reppin’ Stone Mountain
You know my show is sold out
You know my smoke is so loud
And still about his business
Stay up out my business
Flow so vicious
When niggas talkin’ shit, shut they mouth, that’s what this is
I walk up in the party, we took all the bitches
They love how I move, we might need a minute
God damn, Summer looking like son of Sam, I’m killin’ niggas
Hang with models and a couple strippers
She love my music so I nutted in her
Damn I’m decent, Liam Neeson
I’m takin’ over, you playing sober
Gassed up and you finished last
I’m crying nigga, that’s tear gas
Woooh, now I’m flexing
Was that fire? Bitch you guessed it (Oh shit!)

[Hook: Steve G Lover]
I bet you I can make that ass hot
C’mon bae, drop it like a ass shot
Say my sixteen will make that ass hot
Song done, drop it like a ass shot
Boy stuntin’ got they ass hot
Go on nigga, drop ’em like a ass shot
Jump on this beat and get they ass hot
Go on girl, drop it like a ass shot

[Verse 2: Steve]
I am, the prince, two cups, always
Our team, got money, we stunt hard, so don’t hate
Fall off, no way, we run it, it’s too late
We smoke sour, call that flowers
I just blew, a bouquet
My girl, so sweet, like Crème brûlée
But still, she that hood, like red Kool-Aid
We on top, toupée, I got hits, like touché
I just did Rome in one day
I just flew out to Croat-ia
I’m independent man and still doin’ major
Young King so flashy got me lookin’ like lazers
Atlanta housewife I can make ya like Phaedra
So let’s play my, I’mma play ya
Get bands, then head to la playa
My niggas is bias
My brothers the owner, fuck with ’em get higher
G-lover spit fire, that flame is saliva
We’re riders that got Nick Cannon’s now
Make ’em drop you like Mariah, wassup?

[Hook: Steve G Lover]
I bet you I can make that ass hot
C’mon bae, drop it like a ass shot
Say my sixteen will make that ass hot
Song done, drop it like a ass shot
Boy stuntin’ got they ass hot
Go on nigga, drop ’em like a ass shot
Jump on this beat and get they ass hot
Go on girl, drop it like a ass shot

[Verse 3: Swank]
Start her off with gin and tonic, mine’s a double
Out in Vegas fool, you know I’m bettin’ double
Double your car note, double your mama rent
Ain’t shit but house money, I ain’t spent a cent
Mo’ money mo’ problems, yeah that’s official
I just throw cash at it, that’s my issue, it’s hard
So I feed my boo boo hard that moo moo bags until she…
If she need mo’, then girl I miss you, bye
But ain’t no lookin’ back
Cause I know it’s a salt pile (you salty?)
I’m goin’ Chevy with metallic fuckin’ gun style
No door handle, she high tryna figure how
While my auto mobile looks like Girls Gone Wild
That’s top off, nigga drop offs
Slidin’ dirty with yo’ dame
OG sativa baby, watch ahead for that air plane
Fuck with my money, and I’m at your house like the mail came
You meet the Swank lion, beast mode, untamed

[Hook: Steve G Lover]
I bet you I can make that ass hot
C’mon bae, drop it like a ass shot
Say my sixteen will make that ass hot
Song done, drop it like a ass shot
Boy stuntin’ got they ass hot
Go on nigga, drop ’em like a ass shot
Jump on this beat and get they ass hot
Go on girl, drop it like a ass shot

[Verse 4: Fam]
Big homie have you seen her
She got the Dobrev, all white Nina
Packed like Serena, or maybe Trina
Shit I don’t know, they both got ass
So of course he came to give you all these courses
And you can’t ignore ’em, cause these hoes adore ’em
Words hot, don’t slur ’em
I just speak up, so please ho, keep up
Please ho, keep up
Ok, ok, ok, she ain’t getting money, no way
I met her on a Monday, but I fucked her back to Sunday
I told her she my Brandy, I’m her one and only Wanya
Till she drove off the driveway in her ’97 Hyundai, bitch

The Chainsmokers – Roses (feat. ROZES) lyrics

Take it slow but it’s not typical
He already knows that my love is fire
His heart was a stone, but then his hands roam.
I turned him to gold and it took him higher.
But I’ll be your day-dream, I’ll wear your favorite things
We could be beautiful, get drunk on the good life
I’ll take you to Paradise,
Say you’ll never let me go!

Deep in my bones I can feel you
Take me back to a time when we knew hideaway
We could waste the night with an old film
Smoke a little weed on my couch in the back room Hideaway!
Say you’ll never let me go
Say you’ll never let me go.

[Instrumental]
Say you’ll never let me go!
Say you’ll never let me go!
Say you’ll never let me go!

[Instrumental]
Ahh ahh ahh
Ahh ahh ahh
Ahh ahh ahh

Deep in my bones I can feel you
Take me back to a time when we knew hideaway
We could wait the night with an old film
Smoke a little weed on my couch in the backroom,
hideaway
Say you’ll never let me go
Say you’ll never let me go.

[Instrumental]
Ahh ahh ahh
Ahh ahh ahh
Ahh ahh ahh

Say you’ll never let me go!
Say you’ll never let me go!
Say you’ll never let me go!