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[Intro: Future & Chris Brown] Freebandz Pie, pie Pie, pie (yeah) Pie, pie Nigga sorry, you should know (ooh) I gotta chick, I'll never be alone (Yeah) Nigga sorry, you should know (ooh) You're so so full, you let ya side go [Chorus: Future & Chris Brown] I turn the side piece to a 9 piece (oh yeah) She out lying it shouldn't even matter, she mine (she mine) I told her baby, fuck it up, one time (fuck it up) Ba-baby, fuck it up, one time I turn the side piece to a 9 piece (yeah, ooh) She out lying, it shouldn't even matter, she mine (ooh, she mine) I told her baby, fuck it up, one time (one time) Ba-baby, fuck it up, one time (ooh) [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Baby, fuck it up It's your birthday, go 'head, put that cake on me Diamonds and zeros, I'll be your hero, ain't no cape on me All you niggas lame, I ain't gotta pay (shit) You know talk is cheap Ain't talking money, ain't no conversa

[Tag] Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here? [Intro] In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock Running from an opp, and I shoot at opp (what) And I'm on the block (what, what, what) And I'm on the block (what) In New York I Milly Rock (hello?) hide it in my sock (what) Hide it in my sock (what) selling that rerock (what, what, what, what, what) [Hook] In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock Used to sell rerock, running from the cops Shooting at the opps (Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?) Shooting at the opps, cause I run they block Gimme top (top) in my drop-top All these hoes gon' flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop) All these hoes gon' flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop) All these hoes gon' flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop) [Verse] Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo All these hoes want cash, all these hoes want bags Fucking on yo' bitch, uh, I'm her dad All these

www.soundcloud.com/future [Intro] I've been in the stu late, workin', no residuals If we never speak again, I'm just glad I got to tell you truth Ain't playin' count em' You wanna come to paradise? Matter of fact, you wanna come to Pluto? Haha [Verse 1] She told me she was an angel She fucked two rappers and three singers She got a few athletes on speed dial I'm tryna get the case dismissed before I see trial And these codeine habits ain't got nothin' to do with my lil' child No this codeine ain't got nothin' to do with my lil' child I used to sell dope at my grandma's house, as a rude child All these cameras on, fuckin' with my mood, wild And these chains clinkin' back and forth, they too loud They know damn well this wasn't promised I know damn well this must be karma Left every pair of Margielas at the condo Technically I never packed up and leave Left 80 racks in the d

Produced by   Felix Leone  &  Murda Album   Appreciation 9 [Intro] Murda on the beat so it's not nice [Chorus] For this life, I cannot change Hidden Hills, deep off in the main M&M's, sweet like candy cane Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (pop it, pop it) For this life, I cannot change Hidden Hills, deep off in the main M&M's, sweet like candy cane Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (pop it, pop it) [Verse 1] Drop the top, play hide and seek (yeah) Jump inside, jump straight to the league Take a sip, feel just how I breathe (it's lit) On freeway, but no, ain't nothin' free (straight up) Bend laws, bend lanes Been bustin' bills, but still ain't nothin' change You in the mob soon as you rock the chain She caught the waves just thumbin' through my braids (alright) Heatin' up, baby, I'm just heatin' up (it's lit) Need ya love, not a need it is a must (yeah) Feeli

[Intro] Fight! Hey Goddamn... I'm winnin' Goddamn! I'm winnin', I'm winnin' God Got money, now you done switched up on me [Verse 1] I used to think about how you would act when a nigga got money Now you done switched up on me Now you wanna say "What's up?" to me Okay, so now you wanna make love to me [Hook] Girl if you don't get the fuck from me I know you thought we had somethin' special But you don't mean nothin' to me Girl I'm sorry, you not the one for me [Verse 2] Just be honest, girl, what you want from me? This ain't nothin' new, keep it so 100 I can't let none of these niggas get one up on me I go by God-Tiller, you better run from me Give hope to my niggas, them niggas love money Adios to them bitches, can't get a hug from me I'm high on life, that's what it does for me My numbers goin' up, I feel a buzz comin' (one up)   [Pre

[Verse 1] Tell me what I've gotta do There's no getting through to you The lights are on but nobody's home (nobody's home) You say I can't understand But you're not giving me a chance When you leave me, where do you go? (Where do you go?) [Pre-Chorus] All the walls that you keep building All this time that I spent chasing All the ways that I keep losing you [Chorus] The truth is, you turn into someone else You keep running like the sky is falling I can whisper, I can yell But I know, yeah I know, yeah I know I'm just talking to myself Talking to myself Talking to myself But I know, yeah I know, yeah I know I'm just talking to myself [Verse 2] I admit I made mistakes But yours might cost you everything Can't you hear me calling you home?   [Pre-Chorus] Oh, all the walls that you keep building All this time that I spent chasing All the ways that I keep losing you [Chorus] The trut

[Intro] Payback is a bad bitch And baby, I'm the baddest (I'm the baddest, I'm the baddest) Go [Verse 1] Now I'm out here lookin' like revenge Feelin' like a ten, the best I've ever been And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt To see me like this but it gets worse (wait a minute) Now you're out here lookin' like regret Ain't too proud to beg, second chance you'll never get And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt To see me like this but it gets worse (wait a minute) [Pre-Chorus] Now payback is a bad bitch And baby, I'm the baddest You fuckin' with a savage Can't have this, can't have this (ah) And it'd be nice of me to take it easy on ya, but nah [Chorus] Baby, I'm sorry (I'm not sorry) Baby, I'm sorry (I'm not sorry) Bein' so bad got me feelin' so good Showin' you up like I knew that I would Baby, I'm sorry (I'm not sorry) Baby, I'

[Verse 1: Chris Martin] My father said never give up son Just look how good Cassius become Muhammad, Mahatma, and Nelson Not scared to be strong [Pre-Chorus: Chris Martin] Now you could run and just say they’re right No I’ll never be no one in my whole life Or you could turn and say no wait they're wrong And get to keep on dancing all life long [Verse 2: Chris Martin] My father said never give up son Just look what Amelia and Joan done Oh Rosa, Teresa their war won Not scared to be strong [Pre-Chorus: Chris Martin] Now you could run and just say they’re right No I’ll never be no one in my whole life Or you could turn and say no wait, they’re wrong And get to keep on dancing all life long [Chorus: Chris Martin] Yeah you could be someone special You've got bright in your brains and lightning in your veins You'll go higher than they've ever gone In you I see someone special You've got fire in your eyes and when you realize you'll go fu

[Chorus] I was busy thinkin' 'bout boys, boys, boys Always busy dreamin' 'bout boys, boys, boys (XCX) Head is spinnin' thinkin' 'bout boys [Verse 1] I need that bad boy to do me right on a Friday And I need that good one to wake me up on a Sunday That one from work can come over on Monday night I want 'em all, I want 'em all And when they finally leave me, I'm all alone but I'm lookin' down and my girls are blowin' my phone up Them twenty questions, they askin' me where I'm at Didn't hit 'em back [Pre-Chorus] I'm sorry that I missed your party I wish I had a better excuse like I had to trash the hotel lobby [Chorus] But I was busy thinkin' 'bout boys, boys, boys Always busy dreamin' 'bout boys, boys, boys Head is spinnin' thinkin' 'bout boys [Verse 2] In every city I've got one with different ringtones Flyin' from L.A. all th

[Intro: Messy Mya] What happened at the New Wil'ins? Bitch, I'm back by popular demand [Refrain: Beyoncé] Y'all haters corny with that Illuminati mess Paparazzi, catch my fly and my cocky fresh I'm so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress (stylin') I'm so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces My daddy Alabama, momma Louisiana You mix that negro with that Creole, make a Texas bama I like my baby heir with baby hair and afros I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils Earned all this money, but they never take the country out me I got hot sauce in my bag, swag [Interlude: Messy Mya + Big Freedia] Oh yeah, baby, oh yeah I, ohhhhh, oh, yes, I like that I did not come to play with you hoes, haha I came to slay, bitch I like cornbreads and collard greens, bitch Oh, yes, you besta believe it [Refrain: Beyoncé] Y'all haters corny with that lluminati mess Paparazzi, catch my fly and my cocky fresh I'm so reckless when I rock my G

[Verse 1: Macklemore] Can’t nobody get up in my car today Back seat feeling like a charter plane Bumping Silkk Da Shocker Charge It 2 Da Game Paint dripping like I’m whipping marmalade (whoa) Look at the way that I’m shining I don’t be checking the mileage She said how much is that Rolie? I said don’t worry I’m timeless Watching Toy Story 3, that’s a great fucking movie City of Jimi, Kurt, Quincy City of me, Eddie, and Bruce Lee (whoa) King of the road I drive slow like whoa And I just switched over to Geico like whoa Celebrating these life goals But you ain’t getting no ride home [Chorus] I be riding through the town My music loud Windows down yeah you can hear me now I turn it up, I need that bass And my chain so bright can’t see my face I be riding through the town, town, town I be riding through the town, town, town I be riding through the town, town, town I be riding through the town, town, town I be riding through the town  

[Intro] Ear Drummers Mike WiLL Made-It [Chorus: Swae Lee] Jump in the Pegasus All kinda reckless the necklace All kinda reckless I flexed it K-keep the change, yeah you heard me correctly If she sleek and foreign, call her Lexus Every week a foreign, I just check her wishlist Only thing I'm here for is perplexin' Caterpillar whip and I lowered it [Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi] Lil' Jxm', I got a problem I'm in love with money, I'm in love with ballin' Gotta keep my phone on vibrate, how these bitches callin' Neiman Marcus' shawty and I ain't window shoppin' 2K on my feet, yeah, 2K, I be kickin' game Bubble Gum OG, I'm smokin' on a different strain Niggas stealin' sauce, they need to stay up in their lane Baby, we on top and that ain't ever gonna change Put you boys to shame Pull them foreign's out And put you boys to shame Going hard on a bitch like Major Payne Say my name

[Intro] Bibia be ye ye [Verse 1] I lost my shoes last night, I don't know where I put my keys I was tired and fell asleep beneath an oak tree I bet my mother's proud of me from each scar Upon my knuckle and each graze upon my knee, and all I know Is I got a cab and then threw up on his car seat He kicked me out and then I walked in the rain I tell myself in every way I won't be doing this again And tomorrow's a brand new day [Chorus] Someone told me, "Always say what's on your mind" And I am only being honest with you, I I get lonely and make mistakes from time to time Se enioma enko ye, bibia be ye ye Bibia be ye ye, ye ye, ye ye Bibia be ye ye [Verse 2] I remember less and less and mostly things that I regret In my phone are several texts, from girls I've never met And in the pocket of my jeans are only coins and broken dreams My heart is breaking at the seams and I'm coming apart now Now thing

[Intro] ...head, all night long You wanted me to love Mustard on the beat, ho [Chorus: The-Dream & Ty Dolla $ign] Girl you should know that I can love you Better than he can Girl you should know that I can love you Better than he can [Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign] Pull up on your girl with my roof gone I'ma pull up on your girl with my jewels on Pull up on your girl with that heat on And she don't know if it's a Dolla or a Dream song First I beat it from the back, she on top now She used to wanna leave, but she not now She used to wanna be with you, but nigga, not now It's kinda funny how she put herself on lockdown And now you talkin' that blah-blah-blah I'm up here ballin' that la-la-la Gave it to her, made her scream, "Da-da-da" And now you wanna act all rah-rah-rah rah-rah-rah [Chorus: The-Dream & Ty Dolla $ign] Girl you should know that I can love you Better than he can Girl you should

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa] Right now, I'm down I be with the Hitmaker So, hol' up [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Baby, come give me something new (Ooh) Baby, come give me something new (Ooh) 'Cause I can't stop loving you (Oh yeah) Since I got a taste of your love (Oh yeah) Baby, come give me something new (Ooh, woah) [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] God damn, you know who I am Try to be on the low, but you ain't slow Keep my shirt open, eyes low Get a lot of paper, I know But you ain't into that You like real facts Like, if you show love, you gon' get it back Like, if you fuck good, you gon' get it back Like, if you cook, wanna a real nigga that Gon' rep 'till that pussy like (Uhh uhh) We can go and get a private room We could fuck for one night, ain't gotta jump the broom Say your nigga, chill   [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Baby, come give me something new (Ooh) Baby, come give me something new (Ooh) '

[Verse 1] Let's take our time tonight, girl Above us all the stars are watchin' There's no place I'd rather be in this world Your eyes are where I'm lost in Underneath the chandelier We're dancin' all alone There's no reason to hide What we're feelin' inside Right now [Pre-Chorus] So, baby, let's just turn down the lights And close the door Oooh I love that dress But you won't need it anymore No, you won't need it no more Let's just kiss 'til we're naked, baby [Chorus] Versace on the floor Oooh take it off for me, for me, for me, for me now, girl Versace on the floor Oooh take it off for me, for me, for me, for me now, girl [Verse 2] Now I unzip the back to watch it fall While I kiss your neck and shoulders No, don't be afraid to show it all I'll be right here ready to hold you Girl, you know you're perfect from Your head down to your heels Don

[Intro] Yeah Sex game had her ass blowing me up (brrr) Sex game had her ass texting me up Yeah Whoa [Hook] I got the moves I got the moves I'm making moves You gotta move (you gotta move) She make that back move (damn) She made her titties move (goddamn) I make the city move (like whoa) I make the city move I got the moves (I'm making-) I got the moves (I got the moves) I'm making moves (I'm making moves) You gotta move (you gotta-) She make that back move (damn) She made her titties move (goddamn) I make the city move (l do) I make the city move (I do) [Verse] Look, give me the ball and I won't have to pass it I ain't passing out until I'm asthma attacking I take a plan and then I back-to-back it Hit after hit, check the batting average I take the work, flip it, acrobatic Got a little time and a lot of talent Do a little talking and a lot of action Seen the competition, hm, not a challenge

    [intro; Nicki Minaj] Ten thousand miles up in the sky We never land 'cause we stay fly I'ma be your bitch for life If they try you, they gotta die Baby, put one in the sky What we got, they can't deny Put your diamonds in the light And let 'em see you shine bright [Chorus: Future] Fuck them hoes Hold up, wait one minute Hold up, wait one minute Hold up, wait one minute Yo, hold up, wait one more You know you the baddest baby, fuck them hoes Fuck them hoes, fuck them hoes We on a different planet girl, it's fuck them hoes Fuck them hoes, fuck them hoes [Verse 1: Future] Percocets and molly make you touch your toe I keep the conversation open for my hoe Snapchat that pussy, don't you take too long Trampoline, titties, girl, they bouncin', yeah All these diamonds on me, how could I tell you no? You got one leg in the air, tap it like you broke Sweating out your weave, girl, fuck that hoe Girl, you ai

[Verse 1: Selena Gomez] Take it or leave it Baby take it or leave it But I know you won't leave it 'Cause I know that you need it Look in the mirror When I look in the mirror Baby I see it clearer Why you wanna be nearer [Pre-Chorus: Selena Gomez] I'm not surprised I sympathize, ah I can't deny Your appetite, ah [Chorus: Selena Gomez] You got a fetish for my love I push you out and you come right back Don't see a point in blaming you If I were you, I'd do me too You got a fetish for my love I push you out and you come right back Don't see a point in blaming you If I were you, I'd do me too You got a fetish for my love   [Verse 2: Selena Gomez] Reaching your limit Say you're reaching your limit Going over your limit But I know you can't quit it Something about me Got you hooked on my body Take you over and under and twisted up like origami [Pre-Chorus: Selena Gomez] I'

[Intro: Offset] You know, young rich niggas You know so we ain't really never had no old money We got a whole lotta new money though, hah (If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot ya) Hey! [Hook: Offset] Raindrop (drip), drop top (drop top) Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie) Fuckin' on your bitch, she a thot, thot (thot) Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (pot) We came from nothin' to somethin', nigga (hey) I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger (nobody) Call up the gang and they come and get ya (gang) Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey) My bitch is bad and boujee (bad) Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (blaow) My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage) We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah) My bitch is bad and boujee (bad) Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (dope) My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey) We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah) [Verse 1: Offset] Offset, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo

[Hook: Quavo] Pop a perky just to start up (pop it, pop it) Pop two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank) I heard your bitch, she got that water (Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash) Slippery, 'scuse me, please me (please) I'm up, oh, believe me, believe me (believe me) Get beat, 'cause I'm flexin' 'Rari's (skrt) You can bet on me (skr, skr, hey, hey, hey) [Verse 1: Quavo] Tater tot, fuck niggas on my radar watch (watchin') Crocodile hunter, turn 'em to some gator shots (urr) Iced out watch (ice) ridin' round, ten o'clock (ten) Ridin' round, geeked up, damn, think it's three o'clock (three) Four o'clock (four) five o'clock, six o'clock (five) I'm gon' pop, if I don't, I'm back to the pot (whip) I got rocks (rocks) big bales, big arms Tommy gun (prr), come out and play, let's have fun (yeah) Big scales (scales) fishscale, big weight (fish) Iceberg (ice)

[Intro: DJ Khaled] They try to play us, they play themselves (808 Mafia) This the intro For all you fuckboys that ever doubted the Migos You played yourself! (Another one) Fuckboy, bow down [Hook: Takeoff & DJ Khaled] Spin off in the coupe, typhoon (skrt skrt) I act an ass, baboon Wrappin' that dope, cocoon Young rich nigga in the room Finesse a nigga, no raccoon Spendin' M&M's in June Took a trip to Cancun CULTURE album comin' soon (Another one) [Verse 1: Quavo] Yeah, I bought the Benz off the lot Just to give your ho a lift I'm havin' the sauce in the refrigerator Just make sure you bring the chips Ayy, it's a fuck nigga in the back Just look at him, look at him plot He prolly think it's a club light But really it's the red dot [Verse 2: Takeoff] Fucked a bitch and hit the lot Nigga fumblin' with the pot I broke my wrist in the pot Hit the block, brought back a knot JJ Watt

[Hook: Quavo] Mama told me not to sell work (mama) Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white) Mama told me not to sell work (mama) Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah) [Post-Hook: Takeoff] Young nigga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage (ayy) Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin (ayy) Had to cop the Audi, then the top, I had to chop it (skrt skrt) Niggas pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket (grrah) [Verse 1: Takeoff] Neck water faucet, mocking birds mocking (woo) Act pint, stocking, nats keep thotting (nat) Wrist on hockey, wrist on rocky (rocky) Lotta niggas copy, name someone can stop me (no one) Bitches call me papi, 'sace that's my hobby ('sace) Scotty on the molly, pocket rocket from O'Reilly One off in the chamber, ain't no need for me to cock it (uh) Niggas get to droppin' when that Draco get to poppin' (frrr) All I want is cottage, roll a cigar full of broccoli (the cookie)

[Intro] Mm-mmm Yah, yah Mm-mmm Yah (hey) [Chorus: Post Malone] My momma called, seen you on TV, son Said shit done changed ever since we was on I dreamed it all ever since I was young They said I wouldn't be nothing Now they always say, "Congratulations" (uh) Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation (uh-huh) They ain't never had the dedication (uh) People hatin', say we changed and look, we made it (uh) Yeah, we made it (uh) [Verse 1: Post Malone] They was never friendly, yeah Now I'm jumping out the Bentley, yeah And I know I sound dramatic, yeah But I know I had to have it, yeah For the money, I'm a savage, yeah I be itching like a addict, yeah I'm surrounded, twenty bad bitches, yuh But they didn't know me last year, yuh Everyone wanna act like they important (yeah) But all that mean nothing when I saw my dough, yuh (yeah) Everyone countin' on me, drop the ball, yuh (yeah) Everything c

[Intro] Tonight I just want to take you higher Throw your hands up in the sky Let's set this party off right [Chorus]Players, put yo' pinky rings up to the moon Girls, what y'all trying to do? 24 karat magic in the air Head to toe so player Uh, look out! [Verse 1] (Show time) Show time (Show time) Guess who's back again? Oh they don't know? (Go on tell 'em) Oh they don't know? (Go on tell 'em) I bet they know soon as we walk in (Showin' up) Wearing Cuban links (ya) Designer minks (ya) Inglewood's finest shoes (Whoop, whoop) Don't look too hard Might hurt ya'self Known to give the color red the blues [Pre-Chorus] Ooh shit, I'm a dangerous man with some money in my pocket (Keep up) So many pretty girls around me and they waking up the rocket (Keep up) Why you mad? Fix ya face Ain't my fault y'all be jocking (Keep up) [Chorus] Players only, come o