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Kanye West - FML (Lyrics)

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
I been waiting for a minute
For my lady
So I can't jeopardize that for one of these hoes
I been living without limits
As far as my business
I'm the only one that's in control
I been feeling all I've given
For my children
I will die for those I love
God, I'm willing
To make this my mission
Give up the women
Before I lose half of what I own
I been thinking
About my vision
Pour out my feelings
Revealing the layers to my soul
My soul
The layers to my soul
Revealing the layers to my soul

[Hook: The Weeknd]
They wish I would go ahead and fuck my life up
Can't let them get to me
And even though I always fuck my life up
Only I can mention me

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
See, before I let you go
One last thing I need to let you know
You ain't never seen nothing crazier than
This nigga when he off his Lexapro
Remember that last time in Mexico
Remember that last time, the episode
Asking me why the hell I text in code
Four times just to say don't text me hoe
Told you four times, don't test me hoe
Now we finna lose all self-control
But you ain't finna be raising your voice at me
Especially when we in the Giuseppe store
But I'mma have the last laugh in the end
Cause I'm from a tribe called check a hoe
Yeah, I'mma have to laugh Indian
Cause I'm from a tribe called check a hoe
And I...

[Hook: The Weeknd]
They wish I would go ahead and fuck my life up
Can't let them get to me
And even though I always fuck my life up
Only I can mention me
They wish I would go ahead and fuck my life up
Can't let them get to me
And even though I always fuck my life up
Only I can mention me

[Outro: Section 25 & Kanye West]
See through the veil
And forget all of your cares
Throw them
Throw them away
Don't stop your loving
Don't stop for nothing
No, not for nothing
They don't wanna see me love you
Nah, don't stop it
They always love it
They always wanna
They don't wanna see me love you
They don't wanna see me love you
They don't wanna see me love you
They don't wanna see me love you
See through the veil
And forget all your cares
Throw them
Throw them away
Oh, life's a feeling
Oh, the body's a feeling

[Produced by: Kanye West, Mitus, Noah Goldstein & Metro Boomin]

Kanye West - FML (Lyrics)

Kanye West - Wolves (Lyrics)



[Produced by Cashmere Cat and Sinjin Hawke]

[Hook: Kanye West]
Lost out, beat up
Dancin', down there
I found you, somewhere out
'Round 'round there, right right there
Lost and beat up
Down there, dancin'
I found you, somewhere out
Right down there, right 'round there

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Lost and, found out
Turned out, how you thought
Daddy, found out
How you turned out, how you turned out
If mama knew now
How you turned out, you too wild
You too wild, you too wild
You too wild, I need you now
Got to love you
Found you, found you
Right now, right now
Right now, right now
If your mama knew how
You turned out, you too wild
You too wild, you too wild
You too wild, and I need you now
Lost in... my doubt

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
You gotta let me know if I could be your Joseph
Only tell you real shit, that's the tea, no sip
Don't trip, don't trip, that pussy slippery, no whip
We ain't trippin' on shit, we just sippin' on this
Just forget the whole shit, we could laugh about nothin'
I impregnate your mind, let's have a baby without fuckin', yo
I know it's corny bitches you wish you could unfollow
I know it's corny niggas you wish you could unswallow
I know it's corny bitches you wish you could unfollow
I know it's corny niggas you wish you could unswallow
I know it's corny bitches you wish you could unfollow
I know it's corny niggas you wish you could unswallow
You tried to play nice, everybody just took advantage
You left your fridge open, somebody just took a sandwich
I said baby what if you was clubbin'
Thuggin', hustlin' before you met your husband?
Then I said, "What if Mary was in the club
When she met Joseph around hella thugs?
Cover Nori in lambs' wool
We surrounded by the fuckin' wolves"
"What if Mary was in the club
'Fore she met Joseph with no love?
Cover Saint in lambs' wool
We surrounded by the fuckin' wolves"

[Outro: Frank Ocean]
The rings all ring out
Burn out, cave in
Blackened to dark out
I'm mixed now, fleshed out
There's light with no heat
We cooled out, it's cool out
Life is precious
We found out, we found out
We found out

Kanye West - Wolves (Lyrics)

Kevin Gates - Really Really (Lyrics)

"Really Really"

Diamonds really diamonds
And I'm shining bright cause I'm really grinding
They ask me if I'm real
I say is you serious?
My daughter gone love this bitch here

All my diamonds shine cause they really diamonds
Bad bitches in line, they be really trying
They ask me if I'm high
I say really really
Got money on my mind
I say really really
I look like I been balling cause I'm really balling
I won't apologize
I'm not really sorry
They ask me if I'm lying
I say really really
I'm really out my mind
I say really really
Really Really

Make em believe I made em believe
A Lyrical song writer
And he can sing
Bringing in money like raking in leaves
I was just trying to get paper to sneeze
Achooo
That was a blessing
She special to you
I don't look at her special
Actually I treat her regular
Not being seen
We not making no spectacle
Gates had her first then he gave her to Kevin
All the above we do all the etcetera
Scared of the feds
Had to switch up my cellular
He talking Reckless don't call me back ever
Passing thru Gardere to holler at Glover
Shout out to black
Shout out to Cedric
Grey Monte Carlo
Cocaine 911
Just hollered at Trav
I'm like the Reverend
My section ridiculous
Watch where you stepping
Pockets on indigent, can't be too careful
Steve like em tall
And when they yellow
Working in college
Fresh with low mileage
I like em black
Pretty white teeth
Body unique
Booty on fleek
Jhene Aiko
Chewing her cheeks
Groceries please
You know that was for me

All my diamonds shine cause they really diamonds
Bad bitches in line, they be really trying
They ask me if I'm high
I say really really
Got money on my mind
I say really really
I look like I been balling cause I'm really balling
I won't apologize
I'm not really sorry
They ask me if I'm lying
I say really really
I'm really out my mind
I say really really
Really really

Diving be treacherous
Pray to God that don't nobody mess with us (swim)
Keep it strong in case anyone testing us
Right or wrong if it's diss You don't mess with it
When yo bitch over here I don't mess with her
No detective work I don't be questioning
Where she been
Trying to read all of her messages
I don't speak on no man that's irregular
Take her phone disconnecting her cellular
What you need that for undressing
What you need that for caressing her
Spreading her legs bout to pleasure her
Pulling her hair from the back
Go to pressing her
Trying to see who tap first made a bet with her
Relationship flaking, no eczema
She catching feelings she say we inseparable
Oyster Perpetual
It's not a replica
Mustang GT in the streets smoking vegetables
Trunk in the front do it make me a elephant
I really really put syrup in my beverages
Shopping in Beverly
Check out my etiquette
Loving my swag
Women tailor
Keep checking it
Carats they glisten in all of my necklaces
Feeling myself
Really thought it was evident

All my diamonds shine cause they really diamonds
Bad bitches in line, they be really trying
They ask me if I'm high
I say really really
Got money on my mind
I say really really
I look like I been balling cause I'm really balling
I won't apologize
I'm not really sorry
They ask me if I'm lying
I say really really
I'm really out my mind
I say really really
Really really

Kevin Gates - Really Really (Lyrics)

Lil Yachty - 1Night (Lyrics)

[Hook 1]
I know you want this for life
Taking pictures with all my ice
But I can't have no wife
I just want you for the night
I know you want this for life
Taking pictures with all my ice
But I can't have no wife
I just want you for the night

[Verse 1]
I know you want this for life
Fuck you so good you be calling out the Christ
Bottles of the Tech got it laid on ice
We spent four seasons at the Four Seasons twice
You be calling all your homegirls like "I'm his wife"
Hell nah, you trippin', reevaluate your life
I can't love no bitch, every single ho is trife
I sip dirty Sprite just to get me through the night
But I need you there
Promise that I need you there
Ain't no other bitch gon' fuck me like you do I swear
Put that on my gang I swear
I just can't put you on front street like you want I know
But baby you is not no ho
And I put it on my gang I'm not no average joe
It's Yachty from the block you know

[Hook 1]
I know you want this for life
Taking pictures with all my ice
But I can't have no wife
I just want you for the night
I know you want this for life
Taking pictures with all my ice
But I can't have no wife
I just want you for the night

[Verse 2]
Don't you tell no one, no, no, no baby don't you tell no one
We gon' keep this just between us, we gon' have some fun
Fuck until the mornin' come, when the mornin' come, I'll make you cum
But then then I gotta run cause baby I got shit to do
Stack my bread up, fuck ya head up, that's just what I'll do
Chillin' on my avenue, if you ain't remember, I remember girl that's where I first wet you
You had you a drink or two
You came over half and sober callin' me your boo
Then you turned around and fucked the crew
I got no love for you

[Hook 2]
I can't have no wife, one night
You want this for life
But, I can't I can't have no wife
No wife, no, no wife
Just one night, one night
I can't, can't have no wife
I know you want this for life
But I can't have no wife
I just want you for one night

[Outro]
I just want you for one night
A night, you want this for life, but no
No, no, no
I can't have no wife

Lil Yachty - 1Night (Lyrics)

Written By: Lil Yachty

Kendrick Lamar - The Spiteful Chant (Lyrics)

"The Spiteful Chant"
(feat. Schoolboy Q)

[Hook:]
I know a lot of people that smile in my face
But talk behind my back every time I'm gone
So when they call my number, I don't never pick up
I don't owe you shit, bitch, leave me alone
I'm going big, suck my dick
I'm going big, suck my dick
I'm going big, suck my dick
I'm going big, suck my dick
Too many niggas, not enough hoes
And some of you niggas, acting like hoes
Stay to myself like loners do
Get high by myself, I'm not in the mood
To politic or be fake with you
We apologize if you ever knew
Too many niggas, and not enough hoes
And most of you niggas, acting like hoes

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Everything I do is alumni
I'm a take my time, I'm a master it
You should be mindful of a mastermind
Put a landmine right where your momma live
Now blow up, blow up, hold up
I seen your kind before
See me as a dollar sign
Till I resign on your report
That I done you wrong, and I mean to know
My homie never
Nigga right now, it's now or never
Nigga right now, I'm high as ever
But however...

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Everybody heard that I fuck with Dre
And they wanna tell me, I made it
Nigga I ain't made shit
If he gave me a handout
I'm a take his wrist and break it
Nigga, I'm faded off of that Nuvo
Chilling with two hoes in here
And they tie my laces, living the Matrix
As them pills disappear
Me and my niggas just acting bad
HiiiPower conglomerate
Living that life and counting this cash
Old friends I no longer have

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q (Kendrick Lamar)]
I remember when I came out and shit
Man it's been so long since they see my dick
Probably been five months since I seen my seed
God dammit K Dot when it comes to this
When I was sleeping on couches
Nigga couldn't get a call, just a Glock for my vouch
Nigga I was motherfucking outchea
With the flashing lights had me stuck like reindeer
When I should've been making bangers
I was somewhere stuck with a flame here
Motherfucker see how far that I came here
Went broke and I came up in the same year
Can I get a hell yea?
Drop my tear, hold my joy, show my pride
(Music saved my fucking life
I'm doing right
And you left behind
Feel my pain, now I'm styling
Heard this shit, I spent a thousand
Different homes, different islands)
Dropped my mix-tape and it sold like an album
Reason why I'm...

Going big, bitch suck my dick
Yea I'm going big, bitch suck my dick
Tell em I'm going big, bitch suck my dick
Yea I'm going big, bitch suck my dick

[Hook 2x]

Kendrick Lamar - The Spiteful Chant (Lyrics)
KENDRICK LAMAR lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. "The Spiteful Chant" lyrics provided for educational purposes and personal use only.

Kanye West - Feedback (Lyrics)



[Produced by Kanye West, Mike Dean, Plain Pat & Charlie Heat]

[Hook]
Ayy, y'all heard about the good news?
Y'all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We bout to get this paper

[Verse 1]
Money never made me
Make me do something? Nah, can't make me
Even if the money low, can't pay me
Even if the money low, can't play me

[Hook]
Ayy, y'all heard about the good news?
Y'all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We bout to get this paper

[Verse 2]
Pablo bought a Roley and a rottweiler
Seem like the more fame, I only got wilder
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
I've been outta my mind a long time
I've been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been saying how I feel at the wrong time
Might not come when you want but I'm on time

[Hook]
Ayy, y'all heard about the good news?
Y'all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We 'bout to get this paper

[Verse 3]
I can’t let these people play me
Name one genius that ain't crazy
Follow our father
You borrow our motto
I'm a Chicago south sider
I'm a Chicago south sider

[Hook]
Ayy, y'all heard about the good news?
Y'all sleeping on your boy, had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
It's time to get the paper

[Verse 4]
I've been outta my mind a long time
I've been outta my mind a long time
I know, I know, I shouldn’t even bother
With all these gossiping, no-pussy-getting bloggers
Fashion show in Gotham, I need another costume
PETA's mad cause I made a jacket outta possum
Awesome, Steve Jobs mixed with Steve Austin
Rich slave in the fabric store picking cotton
If Hov J then every Jordan need a Rodman
Man, Jay, they don't really want no problems
Driving in the same car that they killed Pac in
Driving in the same uh that they killed Pac in
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, hands up, then the cops shot us

[Outro]
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Wait a second, everybody here, I'm the ghetto Oprah
You know what that mean? You get a fur! You get a fur!
You get a jet! You get a jet! Big booty bitch for you! Woo!

Kanye West - Feedback (Lyrics)

Uncle Murda - Right Now (Lyrics)

[Intro: Future]
Niggas in the club right now
Blowin' on kush, gettin' money right now
Niggas got barrel right now, got jewels, got cars, got shooters right now
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)

[Hook: Future]
100 Shooters, undercover, 100 Bodies
100 Shooters, undercover, 100 Bodies
Coppin the whips on these niggas
Don't fuck, don't fuck, don't fuck with these niggas
Ain't got no love for these niggas, no love, no love, no love for these niggas
I just blow the cash on my young hoe, I just blow some cash on my young hoe
Fuckin' up this cash with my young niggas, fuckin' up a bag with my young niggas

[Verse 1: Uncle Murda]
Niggas in the club right now, bitches gettin' high on drugs right now
Got shooters on deck, I call Crips, call Bloods right now
Real niggas back, I'm puttin' on for my hittas
We blowin money, we throwin' money at strippers
Niggas in the trap right now, whippin it 'til come back right now
I'm strapped right now, even police get clapped right now
Break a whole brick down, lock at all of these baggies
I got your bitch on 5th ave, I'm Daddy

[Hook: Future]
100 Shooters, undercover, 100 Bodies
100 Shooters, undercover, 100 Bodies
(Droppin' the roof off these niggas)
Don't fuck, don't fuck, don't fuck with these niggas
Ain't got no love for these niggas, no love, no love, no love for these niggas
I just blow the cash on my young hoe, I just blow some cash on my young hoe
Fuckin' up this cash with my young niggas, fuckin' up some bands with my young niggas

[Verse 2: Uncle Murda]
Oh I just got some pounds from the plug
If you ain't getin money, you a dub
I'm lit right now, bitch recognize who you with right now
I'm the shit right, look at the flick of the wrist right now
These audemar cost the price of a new york brick right now
Scheme money, I drop a bag and get you hit right now
My bread right now, can't tell me I can't be the best right now
If Future don't touch it, bang bang hit you in the head right now

[Bridge: Future & (Uncle Murda)]
If Murda don't trust you we gon' shoot you
Lil' Mexico don't trust you we gon shoot you
Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon shoot you
If Brooklyn don't trust you, they gon shoot you
Brä brä brä brä Free Rowdy bitch
Brä brä brä brä Free Bobby bitch
(Run up on a nigga like bang bang
Get you popped right now, make a nigga go meet 'Pac right now)

[Hook: Future]
100 Shooters, undercover, 100 Bodies
100 Shooters, undercover, 100 Bodies
(Coppin the roof off these niggas)
Dont fuck, dont fuck, dont fuck with these niggas
Ain't got no love for these niggas, no love, no love, no love for these niggas
I just blow the cash on my young hoe, I just blow some cash on my young hoe
Fuckin' up this cash with my young niggas, fuckin' up some bands with my young niggas

[Bridge: Future]
If Murda don't trust you we gon' shoot you
Lil' Mexico don't trust you we gon shoot you
Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon shoot you
If Brooklyn don't trust you, they gon shoot you
Headshoots, trap money
The streets watching
But they ain't trippin
If money come this fast I swear to God I never spend it

[Outro]
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)

Uncle Murda - Right Now (Lyrics)

Post Malone - White Iverson (Lyrics)

[Intro]
Double OT
I'm a new three

[Hook]
Saucin', saucin', I'm saucin' on you
I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin' oh ooh
I'm ballin', I'm ballin', Iverson on you
Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah
That's my shot, that's my shot, that's my shot yeah
Spendin', I'm spendin' all my fuckin' pay

[Verse 1]
I got me some braids and I got me some hoes
Started rockin' the sleeve, I can't ball with no Joes
You know how I do it, Concords on my toes
(This shit is hard)
I ain't rich yet, but you know I ain't broke, I
So if I see it, I like it, buy that from the store, I
I'm with some white girls and they lovin' the coca
Like they're OT, double OT like I'm KD, smokin' OG
And you know me, in my 2-3s and my gold teeth
Bitch I'm smiling, bet you see me from the nosebleeds
I'm the new 3 and I change out to my new 3s

[Pre-Hook]
White Iverson
When I started ballin' I was young
You gon' think about me when I'm gone
I need that money like the ring I never won, I won

[Hook]
Saucin', saucin', I'm saucin' on you
I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin' oh ooh
I'm ballin', I'm ballin', Iverson on you
Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah
That's my shot, that's my shot, that's my shot yeah
Spendin', I'm spendin' all my fuckin' pay

[Verse 2]
Cigarettes and a headband
Commas, commas in my head, man
Slumped over like a dead man
Red and black, 'bout my bread, man
I'm the answer, never question
Lace up, learn a lesson
Bitch I'm saucin', I do this often, don't do no talkin'
My options right when I walk in, jump all them Jordans
I'm ballin', money jumpin'
Like I'm Davis from New Orleans
Or bitch I'm Harden, I don't miss nothin'
Fuck practice, this shit just happens, know y'all can't stand it
I have it, I'll never pass it, I work my magic
High average, ball on these bastards, it makes me happy
It's tragic, I make it happen, and all y'all Shaqtin'

[Pre-Hook]
White Iverson
When I started ballin' I was young
You gon' think about me when I'm gone
I need that money like the ring I never won, I won

[Hook]
Saucin', saucin', I'm saucin' on you
I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin' oh ooh
I'm ballin', I'm ballin', Iverson on you
Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah
That's my shot, that's my shot, that's my shot yeah
Spendin', I'm spendin' all my fuckin' pay

Post Malone - White Iverson (Lyrics)

Kanye West - Low Lights (Lyrics)

You want me to give you a testimony about my life, and how good he's been to me. I don't know what to tell you about him, I love him so much with all my heart and my soul with every bone in my body I love him so much because he's done so much for me.

Every morning, every day of my life. I won't always be crying tears in the middle of the night, and I won't always have to wake up by myself wondering how I'm gonna get through the day. I won't always have to think about what I'm gonna do and how I'm gonna, how I'm gonna make it, how I'm gonna get there, because he... he's gonna be there for me. Some day the sky above will open up and he will reach out his hand and guide me through, oh yes he will. I won't always be crying these tears. I won't always be feeling so blue. Some day, he will open up the door for me and call my name. Some day he will. I don't know if anybody understands what that feels like.

No matter what you've been through or where you've been he's always there, with his arms open wide accepting me for who I am and I love him so much, I couldn't do it without him I wouldn't want to. I'm crying now, it feels so good to be free, to be accepted for who you are and loved no matter what, oh lord thank you, you are the joy of my life.

Kanye West - Low Lights (Lyrics)
Written By: Kanye West & Sandy Rivera
Additional Production by: Mike Dean
Engineered By: Andrew Dawson, Anthony Kilhoffer, Noah Goldstein & 1 more
Mixed By: Mike Dean

Drake - Right Hand (Lyrics)


[Hook]
You're my right hand, you're my go to
Told me everything about you
That's a bold move
I know that you're out here
And there's things you gotta go through
Just know that these streets just don't love you like I do
And they never will

[Verse 1]
But I swear you gotta chill
You wanna grip a Benz wheel
And I know you can't wait
You dream big and sleep late
You got a lot on your plate
That's why you're always working out
Taking pictures of yourself
You don't see anybody else
And you're like oh well
You're like, "Fuck it, oh well"
My past behind me like a pony tail

[Hook]
But you're my right hand, you're my go to
Told me everything about you
That's a bold move
I know that you're out here
And there's things you gotta go through
Just know that these streets just don't love you like I do
And they never will

[Verse 2]
Okay I know you want the Audi
I know you want to go to Maui
You and all your girlfriends
The ones you never bring around me
Cause you don't trust me like your last man
Did he open doors for ya?
Buy the things you can't afford for ya
Cause he must have did a lot for ya
I just fell back with it
And now your past is behind you
Like the car with the strap in it
Thank god that's finished
Cause now it's back to business
Any more Henny and you're past the limit
You told me 'bout the picture
Now you have to send it
I would never put you on blast when I get it

[Hook]
You're my right hand, you're my go to
Told me everything about you
That's a bold move
I know that you're out here
And there's things you gotta go through
Just know that these streets just don't love you like I do
And they never will
You're my right hand, you're my go to
Told me everything about you
That's a bold move
I know that you're out here
And there's things you gotta go through
Just know that these streets just don't love you like I do
And they never will

Drake - Right Hand (Lyrics)

Kanye West - Highlights (Lyrics)

[Intro 1: Kanye West and Young Thug]
High lights
Tell my baby I'm back in town
High lights
Tell everybody I'm back in town
High lights
Tell my baby I'm back in town
High lights
We only makin' the highlights
Tell my mama, tell my mama, that I only want my whole life to only be highlights
We only makin' the highlights
Tell my mama, tell my mama, that I only want my whole life to only be highlights
Can we play that back one time?
And after that night I'm gon' wanna play this shit back, I don't know
Sometimes I'm wishin' that my dick had GoPro
So I could play that shit back in slo-mo
I just shot an amateur video; I think I should go pro
We only makin' the highlights
We only makin' the highlights
Tell my mama, tell my mama, that I only want my whole life to be mine

[Bridge: El Debarge]
One life, one night
High lights
Livin' the life 'til I die

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
I bet me and Ray J would be friends
If we ain't love the same bitch
Yeah, he might have hit it first
Only problem is I'm rich
Uh
21 Grammys, superstar family
We the new Jacksons, I'm all about that action
I'm about that Farrakhan
Life is a marathon
I'ma shift the paradigm
I'ma turn up every time
I'ma bust a coach's head open on some Diddy shit
If he ever talk to my son like an idiot
One time for a nigga really gettin' it
Two times cause we got the whole city lit
Advice to all my niggas, impregnate Bridget
Soon as she have a baby she gon' make another nigga
Got the Fruit of Islam in the trenches hah?
Even though they know Yeezus is a Christian hah?
She spent her whole check on some Christians
And that girl ain't even religious
Walkin', livin', breathin' god, you know my past well
Hard to believe in God, your nigga got killed
Blac Chyna fuckin' Rob, help him with the weight
I wish my trainer would, tell me what I overate
So when I'm on vacay, I need to kick back
What you want?
You want a boss or an R&B nigga with a six pack?
I need every bad bitch up in Equinox
I need to know right now if you a freak or not
I need every bad bitch up in Equinox
I need to know right now if you a freak or not

[Outro: The-Dream]
I need every bad bitch up in Equinox
I wanna know right now if you a freak or not
I need every bad bitch up in Equinox
I wanna know right now if you a freak or not
Oh lord, oh lord
I need every bad bitch up in Equinox
I wanna know right now if you a freak or not
Bad bitch up in Equinox
I wanna know right now if you a freak or not
Oh lord, oh my lord

Kanye West - Highlights (Lyrics)
Written By: CyHi The Prynce
Mixing Assistant: Kez Khou
Co-Produced By: Southside & Velous
Engineered By: Anthony Kilhoffer, Nathaniel Alford, Noah Goldstein & 3 more
Additional Production by: Noah Goldstein & Plain Pat
Keyboards: Greg Phillinganes & Mike Dean
Additional Vocals: Kelly Price, El Debarge &

Kanye West - Famous (Lyrics)

[Intro: Rihanna + Kanye West]
Man I can understand how it might be
Kinda hard to love a girl like me
I don't blame you much for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to know
Swizz told me let the beat rock

[Verse 1: Kanye West + Swizz Beatz]
For all my Southside niggas that know me best
I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex
Why? I made that bitch famous (God damn)
I made that bitch famous
For all the girls that got dick from Kanye West
If you see 'em in the streets give 'em Kanye's best
Why? They mad they ain't famous (God damn)
They mad they're still nameless (Talk that talk, man)
Her man in the store tryna try his best
But he just can't seem to get Kanye fresh
But we still hood famous (God damn)
Yeah we still hood famous

[Hook: Rihanna + Swizz Beatz]
I just wanted you to know
I loved you better than your own kin did
From the very start
I don't blame you much for wanting to be free
Wake up, Mr West! Oh, he's up!
I just wanted you to know

[Verse 2: Kanye West + Swizz Beatz]
I be Puerto Rican day parade floatin'
That Benz Marina Del Rey coastin'
She in school to be a real estate agent
Last month I helped her with the car payment
Young and we alive, whoo!
We never gonna die, whoo!
I just copped a jet to fly over personal debt
Put one up in the sky
The sun is in my eyes, whoo!
Woke up and felt the vibe, whoo!
No matter how hard they try, whoo!
We never gonna die

[Hook: Rihanna]
I just wanted you to know

[Bridge: Sister Nancy + Swizz Beatz]
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
'ey what a bam bam
How you feeling right now? Let me see your lighters in the air
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Bam bam eh
Bam bam, bam bam
Let me see your middle finger in the air
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Let me see you act up in this motherfucker
'ey what a bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
How you feelin', how you feelin, how you feelin' in this mother fucker, god damn
Bam bam
One thing you can't do is stop us now
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
You can't stop the thing now
'ey what a bam bam
Man it's way too late, it's way too late, it's way too late you can't fuck with us
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
To the left, to the right
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
I wanna see everybody hands in the air like this
'ey what a bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam

[Outro: Nina Simone]
I just wanted you to know
I loved you better than your own kin did
From the very start
I don't blame you much for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to know

[Produced by Kanye West, Charlie Heat, Havoc & Noah Goldstein]
Written By: CyHi The Prynce & Chance The Rapper
Mixed By: Noah Goldstein
Additional Production by: Plain Pat, Mike Dean & Hudson Mohawke
Co-Produced By: Andrew Dawson, Charlie Heat & Noah Goldstein
Kanye West - Famous (Lyrics)

Kanye West - Waves (Lyrics)

[Intro]
Turn me up!

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Step up in this bitch like (turn me up!)
I'm the one your bitch like
Yeah I'm the one your bitch like
And I be talkin' shit like
I ain't scared to lose a fistfight
And she grabbin' on my d**k like
She wanna see if it'll fit right
That's just the wave

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Waves don't die
Let me crash here for the moment
I don't need to own it
No lie
Waves don't die, baby
Let me crash here for a moment
Baby I don't, I don't need to own...

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Sun don't shine in the shade (turn me up!)
Bird can't fly in a cage (turn me up!)
Even when somebody go away (turn me up!)
The feelings don't really go away
That's just the wave (yeah)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Waves don't die
Let me crash here for the moment
I don't need to own it
No lie
Waves don't die, baby
Let me crash here for a moment
Baby I don't, I don't need to own you

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
No lie
No lie
No lie
You set the night on fire
I'm still gon' be here in the morning
No lie

[Outro: Chris Brown & Kid Cudi]
No lie
Ooh baby, ooh baby
You set the night on fire
I'm still gon' be here in the morning
No lie

Kanye West - Waves (Lyrics)

Nimo - Idéal (Lyrics)



Deux deux neuf ma ville

[Verse 1]
N-I-M-O, Abdi, Celo, 385i ja akho, übertriebene Flows
Gestern Krise und broke, heute lieben mich Hoes
So stoned, alles bleibt, wie gewohnt, Diggi
Lemon Haze featuret Sour Kush im Blunt bei mir
Bei dir geht keiner ran, jeder weiß, du willst auf Kommis haben
Und kannst ihn nie bezahlen (Nimo)
Habibi, ich bin extravagant
Entweder pump meine Beats oder leck meinen Schwanz
Bin der beste im Land, ja man tut, was man kann
Wir recorden wie Biggie mit der Blunt in der Hand
Euer System macht krank, mit dem Kopf durch die Wand
Ohne Versand kauft der Teufel sich deinen Verstand
Ja, er reicht dir die Hand
Aber nimmst du sie an, hat der Teufel dich ein Leben lang
Bruder, rotz mal ein Gramm
Man hebt ab, aber landet dann wieder auf der Anklagebank
Im Stammheim gefangen, dann Adelsheim gefangen
Heute bin ich zwar frei, aber trotzdem gefangen, denn
Der Richter gab mir Auflagen
Drei Jahre zur Bewährungshilfe, aber wer soll das aushalten
Lieber im Bau warten auf die Entlassung
Nein niemals, denn das macht Mama fast tot

[Bridge]
Bruder, chille Feuerbachhood
Sag mal, wie viel Euros machst du
Blabla, jaja, finanziell geht's dir gut
Nicht mal Geld für Dessous bei deinem ersten Rendezvous
Nimo duftet immer nach Joop
Du hast Mundi und stinkst wie ein Furz
Deine Haare sind fettig, du hast lang nicht geduscht
Aber nicht weil du keine hast, du hast keine Lust

[Pre-Hook] x2
Bei dir läuft nur die Nase
Bei mir läuft ideal
Akho, gar keine Frage
Rap hat sich ausgezahlt (brah)

[Hook] x2
Deux deux neuf ma ville
Deux deux neuf ma ville
Deux deux neuf ma ville
385i
385i
385i
Deux deux neuf ma ville
Deux deux neuf ma ville
Deux deux neuf ma ville
385i
385i
385i
Ich hab mein Deal
Ich hab mein Deal
Bei 385i, ya habibi

[Verse 2]
N-I-M-O, Abdi, Celo, 385i ja akho, übertriebene Flows
Gestern Krise und broke, heute lieben mich Hoes
So stoned, alles bleibt, wie gewohnt, diggi
OG Kush featured King Hassan im Blunt bei mir, bei dir geht keiner ran
Kleiner Mann, lass das kiffen, wenn du keine Patte hast
Warum ruft deine Ex mich jetzt an
Weil die gestrige Nacht hat ihr extrem gefallen
Du musst für Sex Es bezahlen
Doch babbelst von Bitches und nacktziehen auf Arsch
Geht mal schlafen ihr Wannabe-Stars
Wannabe-Cool, Röhrenjeans, Marlboro, Bart
Tachnas werden von Männern gefickt
Nicht von Schwuchteln mit Leggins und gefärbten Haaren
Nimo, diesen Namen hat mir Samih gegeben
Schokodingen zieht durch das Gitter die Fäden
Und vier Jahre später bin ich Newcomer, du babbelst
Ich mache nur Para auf Tasche
Verfolger-Verfolger auf Straße
Versteck dich, aber nicht in ma ville, diggi
Du, Blendaui, brichst aus in Panik, wenn du meine Bras im Park siehst

[Bridge]
Bruder, chille Feuerbachhood
Sag mal, wie viel Euros machst du
Blabla, jaja, finanziell geht's dir gut
Nicht mal Geld für Dessous bei deinem ersten Rendezvous
Nimo duftet immer nach Joop
Du hast Mundi und stinkst wie ein Furz
Deine Haare sind fettig, du hast lang nicht geduscht
Aber nicht weil du keine hast, du hast keine Lust

[Pre-Hook] x2
Bei dir läuft nur die Nase
Bei mir läuft ideal
Akho, gar keine Frage
Rap hat sich ausgezahlt (brah)

[Hook] x2
Deux deux neuf ma ville
Deux deux neuf ma ville
Deux deux neuf ma ville
385i
385i
385i
Deux deux neuf ma ville
Deux deux neuf ma ville
Deux deux neuf ma ville
385i
385i
385i
Ich hab mein Deal
Ich hab mein Deal
Bei 385i, ya habibi


Nimo - Idéal (Lyrics)

Drake & Future - Jumpman (Lyrics)

[Intro: Drake & Future]
If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you
Yeah, yeah
Halloween
Taliban, Taliban
I'm gon' shoot you
Yeah

[Verse 1: Drake]
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something
They just spent like two or three weeks out the country
Them boys up to something, they just not just bluffing
You don't have to call, I hit my dance like Usher, woo
I just found my tempo like I'm DJ Mustard, woo
I hit that Ginobili with my left hand up like woo
Lobster and Céline for all my babies that I miss
Chicken fingers, French fries for them hoes that wanna diss
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something
Uh, uh, uh, I think I need some Robitussin
Way too many questions, you must think I trust you
You searching for answers, I do not know nothing, woo
I see 'em tweaking, they know something's coming, woo
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something, woo
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, fuck was you expecting? Woo
Chi-Town, Chi-Town, Michael Jordan just had text me, woo

[Verse 2: Future]
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman
I just seen the jet take off, they up to something
Them boys just not bluffing, them boys just not bluffing
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something
She was tryna join the team I told her wait
Chicken wings and fries, we don't go on dates
Nobu, Nobu, Nobu, Nobu, Nobu, Nobu
I just throwed a private dinner in LA
Trapping is a hobby, that's the way for me
Money coming fast, we never getting sleep
I, I just had to buy another safe
Bentley Spur and Phantom, Jordan fadeaway

[Verse 3: Drake]
Yeah, Jumpman, Jumpman, I don't need no introduction
Jumpman, Jumpman, Metro Boomin on production, wow
Hundred cousins out in Memphis, they so country, wow
Tell her stay the night, valet your car, come fuck me now
Jumpman, Jumpman, live on TNT, I'm flexing, ooh
Jumpman, Jumpman, they gave me my own collection, ooh
Jump when I say jump, girl, can you take direction? Ooh
Mutombo with the bitches, you keep getting rejected, woo

[Verse 4: Future]
Heard they came through Magic City on a Monday
Heard they had the club wild, it was star studded
A bunch of girls going wild when your chain flooded
And I had 'em like wow, cup dirty
Dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman
Money on the counter, choppers on the floor
I just copped that tempo, DJ Mustard, woo
Way too much codeine and Adderall
We just count up paper racks, whoa
I know Imma get my bitch back, whoa
I count all these racks that I have on me now Imma have you like whoa
Chanel N°9, Chanel N°5, well, you got 'em both

[Outro: Drake & Future]
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something
They just spent like two or three weeks out the country
Them boys up to something, they just not just bluffing
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something

Drake & Future - Jumpman (Lyrics)

Tory Lanez - LA Confidential (Lyrics)

[Verse 1]
My girl might leave me if she hears about this
LA confidential, LA confidential
I hope she never has to hear about this
LA confidential, oh

[Hook]
Cause you know I got somebody
So I can't fuck with just anybody
But sometimes I get lonely, I get lonely
So let me keep it real with you, real with you
Can't keep it real with me, real with me
When I get lonely, I get lonely

[Bridge]
Now and again, and again, and again, and again, and again
And again, and again, and again, and again

[Verse 2]
And I hope you don't expect to be my girlfriend
LA confidential, LA confidential
Cause I think you know I'd never leave my girlfriend
LA confidential, alright

[Hook]
Cause you know I got somebody
So I can't fuck with just anybody
But sometimes I get lonely, I get lonely
So let me keep it real with you, real with you
Can't keep it real with me, real with me
When I get lonely, I get lonely

[Verse 3]
I know we fuck around but I can not get with you baby
I be on my own shit, moving acting different baby
I be in the city baby, the city baby
So when I'm with my hoes I ask that you don't act like you've been fucking with me baby
LAX, LA sex I get at you for
I run time, it's your nigga come get at the boy
I got a girl but I'm still trying to fuck
Long as you know that what's up, I hope you know that's what's up

[Hook]
I got somebody
So I can't fuck with just anybody
But sometimes I get lonely, I get lonely
So let me keep it real with you, real with you
Can't keep it real with me, real with me
When I get lonely, I get lonely

[Bridge]
Now and again, and again, and again, and again, and again
And again, and again, and again, and again

Tory Lanez - LA Confidential (Lyrics)