[Intro] Don’t let me, don’t let me Don’t let me, me, me down Don’t let me, don’t let me Don’t let me, me, me down You will see, you will see You will see how You will see [Verse 1] You will see how I want you bad See you at my place She knows I do this for a reason I want you in the deep end But I know how to treat you You’re crazy if you think I’d leave you Baby I am what you need, oh What you need, oh [Chorus] But I’d do anything to please her I’d do anythingRead More →

[Intro: A$AP Rocky] Gang, gang, gang [Chorus: A$AP Rocky] They talkin’ down on my name, don’t let ’em run off with the name Man I just run with the gang, A$AP boys came with the flame Gang, gang, they talkin’ down on the gang They wanna rep with the name, but this ain’t no regular name Gang, gang, they tryna run with the name I might pull up with three K, but I do not fuck with no Klan Gang gang, them boys not flexin’ the same I’m done with adjustin’ to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain Gang, gang, I tellRead More →

[Verse] Wish you never done that, I come back Wish you never plugged that, I bust back Wish you never wore that, so run that Wish I could bring South back, I love Stat Wish you never done that, I come back Wish you never plugged that, I bust back Wish you never wore that, so run that Wish I could bring South back, I love Stat [Verse] Wish I could bring Pun back Blaow, nigga, run that Tear that lil’ body, yeah we gon’ let these hoes out Shocka bring stacks back, Kyle let the MAC clap Tell they feet pick up, yeah, ’boutRead More →

[Intro: Becky G] Jiggle up yuh body Jiggle up yuh sinting [Pre-Chorus: Sean Paul & Becky G] Love me, love me like that Love me like we ain’t never let go (How you mean?) Love me, love me like that Poco poco, muy, muy lento (Zeen!) Take your time and do it just like we were in Jamaica or New York (Woop, woop, woop, woop) Love me, love me like that Love me, give me some mad love [Chorus: Becky G] Watch the tempo, watch the tempo Watch the tempo, watch the tempo Watch the tempo, watch the tempo Love me, give me some madRead More →

[Intro] Yeah Yeah Yeah Let’s get it [Chorus] Hundred on, hundred on this (on this, woo) Hundred on, hundred on whip (on whip, woo) Hundred on, hundred on that (on that, woo) Hundred on, hundred on wrist (on wrist, drip) Drip drip, swish bitch Hundred on this, swish bitch Hundred on this, swish bitch Hundred on this, swish Hundred on, hundred on this (on this, woo) Hundred on, hundred on whip (on whip, woo) Hundred on, hundred on that (on that, woo) Hundred on, hundred on wrist (on wrist, drip) Drip drip, swish bitch Hundred on this, swish bitch Hundred on this, swish bitch HundredRead More →

[Intro] We short a coupla mil I go on the street for it Make a coupla moves A mil here and there, no? Ok? Time is gold, we gotta expand The whole operation, Mr Brewster New York, Chicago, L.A We gotta set our own mark, and enforce it [Verse 1] We some young boss niggas that stay up on our job So now we living like the mob Like the President, that’s me and my squad, nigga My niggas hustle hard, shine hard, cause I grind hard Getting paid. living life like superstars, got it made I ain’t lying man, I swear to God WeRead More →

[Verse 1: Chuck Strangers] I wanna thank god for this vibe I’m just layed up high Thinking fuck a job I’ll rather boss up on somethin’ I believe in Sonic aesthetically pleasing Niggas claiming they the best while Rakim still breathin’ Do your Googles nigga I’m in control of things God and I move together is two Manifesting a move steady reppin’ the crew We warriors with the rhymin’ Shouts to Oakland but the warriors from Coney Island On them rooftops lit one up for 2Pac Because this is murder rap Think how quick we grew up low key insane My best friend she snortRead More →

I don’t drink coffee I take tea, my dear. I like my toast done on one side. And you can hear it in my accent when I talk, I’m an Englishman in New York. You see me walking down Fifth Avenue, A walking cane here at my side. I take it everywhere I walk, I’m an Englishman in New York. Whoa. I’m an alien. I’m a legal alien. I’m an Englishman in New York. Whoa. I’m an alien. I’m a legal alien. I’m an Englishman in New York. If "manners maketh man" as someone said, He’s the hero of the day. It takes a manRead More →

Tweet Share Tekashi69, aka 6ix9ine, has been dealing with rumors of him being a child sex predator and now it turns out there is some truth to it. The colorful rapper is now facing years in prison after pleading guilty to three felony child sex charges. According to a recent report from Genius, Tekashi69, real name, Daniel Hernandez, took a plea deal for “three felony counts of Use of a Child in a Sexual Performance.” Hernandez was 18 at the time of the incident, but the victim’s age was not specified except to say that she was underage. There are some rumors that she wasRead More →

She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect And all the boys, they were saying they were into it Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck She’s driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it I’m kind of into it It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it I think she said "I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business" "I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business" (None of your, none of your) "I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business" "I’mRead More →

[Verse 1: Papoose] I woke up in the morning with my dick in my hand Morning wood God damn Then I brush my teeth I take a shower, then I eat and hit the spot Put on a fresh new fit Now I’m fly walking with a bop Grab the wop Place it on my hip, never slip I heard you talking shit But when you answer have the same energy Don’t answer if the call unknown Never Android I be on the iPhone I’m still the king of the underground Don’t fuck around Gotta get rid of me if you want the crown LottaRead More →

She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect And all the boys, they were saying they were into it Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck She’s driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it I’m kind of into it It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it I think she said "I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business" "I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business" (None of your, none of your) "I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business" "I’mRead More →

Tweet Share Reggae star Lolaasmiles taps dancehall legend Beenie Man for her new single “Nuh Baddah.” The song has been doing well since it was first released a years ago and now the single is seeing a resurgence. Lola thinks that the track will help further push her career in the reggae/dancehall space. “Nuh Baddah” was produced by New York based producer Stedley Reid. Her team is now heavily promoting the single and the extra promo has been working thus far. “This song has a lot of potential, and with the plan I have in mind it will have a long-lasting effect worldwide,” Lolaasmiles said.Read More →

Below are the complete “Roots” lyrics by MO displayed. These lyrics were added 3 hours ago. Roots lyrics [Intro] Oh, oh [Verse 1] You heard the news, sweet child I slaughtered all them swans I left it burnin’ Gone to New York There will be no more violence In the house of your heart In the house of your heart There was a [?] And I was weak for a while Never be as good as you so I got a ride and I hitchhiked for New York There will be no more violence In the house of your heart In the name of theRead More →

Get up Get down Radio, video Boogie with a suitcase You’re livin’ in a disco Forget about the rat race Let’s do the milkshake Sellin’ like a hotcake Try some buy some Fee-fi-fo-fum Talk about, pop musik Talk about, pop musik Shoobie doobie do wop I wanna dedicate this Pop pop shoo wop Everybody made it Shoobie doobie do wop Infiltrate it Pop pop shoo wop Activate it New York, London, Paris, Munich Everybody talk about pop musik Talk about, pop musik Talk about, pop musik Pop pop pop pop musik Singing in the subway Shuffle with a shoe shine Fix me a Molotov I’mRead More →

[Verse] Yo Kiss of Death, letting the semi ring You know they say if you don’t stand for nothing You’ll fall for anything Preferably I’d rather hustle than do stick ups Call me, your number’s blocked, I ain’t gon’ pick up This is much more than you seeing And you touch more when you ringing I’m in a four door european Still going through the nonsense y’all Listening to niggas bullshitting on the conference call Till you leave them with open flesh My base got the fiends damn near Smoking they self to death You can feel it inside you heart My life is aRead More →

[Hook] Some people like to drink Some people like to smoke Some people overthink Some people overdose I’m just trying to get the nicest Bottles on ice Pull some all nighters ‘Cause everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices Everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices Everybody got [Verse 1] Pop a couple bottles I took a couple shots I done fucked a couple models I done fucked a couple thots But from Seattle to Atlanta From Philly to the bay The only loyal bitch I know Is a bitch named Tanqueray She gets me right everytime Ain’t neverRead More →

[Intro] EarDrummers Mike WiLL Made-It [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih] I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe) I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah I got a brand new boo, uh (boo) I put my bitch in park (uh) I got a brand new coupe, yeah I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah) I got a brand new boo, yeah Put my ex-bitch in park I put that bitch in park, yeah I put that bitch in park, uh I put that bitch in park, yeah I put that bitch in park, uh My bitch lookin’ like ooooh Your bitch lookin’ like nahRead More →

Lyrics Ty Dolla Sign – Dawsin s breek I got a brand new coupe, uh I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah I got a brand new boo, uh I put my b*tch in park I got a brand new coupe, I got a brand new ‘Rari I got a brand new boo, yeah Put my ex-b*tch in park I put that b*tch in park, yeah I put that b*tch in park, uh I put that b*tch in park, yeah I put that b*tch in park, uh My b*tch lookin’ like ooooh Your b*tch lookin’ like nah I put that b*tch in park, I putRead More →

[Intro: Young Thug] Aye, ah, yeah She like to fuck, we [?] Diamonds on me bling Yeah, yeah, you know they [Verse 1: Young Thug] Pocket full of bread like a dinner roll Parked the [?] right into the Rolls All these diamonds wet like Cancún ‘Bout to take my dog up like a damn balloon 100 racks inside the club I’m the tycoon Ain’t no need for you Never gon one night you I put P’s in the pot, only got back a few Red diamonds flooded with Christian Loubs Stacking tall like [?] Everyday young nigga dreaming Real boss without the [?] RedRead More →

She grew up around here on that southwest side Where the corn grows up to the road side Went to high school here, got that Panther pride She’ll be cheering them on every Friday night She couldn’t hide her beauty with a baseball cap Couldn’t help but shine with a heart like that New York called when she turned 21 But she never forgot where she came from I need a pretty little homegrown hometown girl With a ribbon tying back those waterfall curls I’ve been looking all over, all over the world For a pretty little homegrown hometown girl googletag.cmd.push(function() { var map =Read More →

[Verse 1] Tell me something, tell me something You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do I need something, so tell me something new Choose your words ’cause there’s no antidote For this curse or what’s it waiting for Must desert you just before you go [Chorus] Oh, tell me something I don’t already know Oh, tell me something I don’t already know [Verse 2] Brooklyn saw me, empty avenues There’s no water inside this swimming pool Almost over, that’s enough from you I’ve been praying, I never did before Understand I’m talking to the walls And I’ve been praying ever since New York [Chorus]Read More →

Looking out a dirty old window Down below the cars in the city go rushing by I sit here alone and I wonder why Friday night and everyone’s moving I can feel the heat but it’s soothing, heading down I search for the beat in this dirty town (downtown) The young ones are going (Downtown) the young ones are growing We’re the kids in America (whoa) We’re the kids in America (whoa) Everybody live for the music-go-round Bright lights, the music gets faster Look, boy, don’t check on your watch, not another glance I’m not leaving now, honey, not a chance Hot-shot, give me noRead More →

Tell me something, tell me something You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do I need something, so tell me something new Choose your words ’cause there’s no antidote For this curse or what’s in waiting for Must desert you just before you go Oh, tell me something I don’t already know… Oh, tell me something I don’t already know… Brooklyn saw me, empty avenues There’s no water inside this swimming pool Almost over, that’s enough from you I’ve been praying, I never did before Understand I’m talking to the walls And I’ve been praying ever since New York Oh, tell me something I don’tRead More →

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, aight? Yo, this is going out to my main man Aja yo the translator, yo Yo, I’m recording this in Tokyo with an engineer that don’t speak english y’know what I’m saying? And gotta catch a train that shuts down in ten minutes, y’know what I’m saying? We gonna get it right though [Verse 1] Sand is making art again, pardon him He’ll relieve himself on any lawn that needs watering That’s how come the DJs give him ads ad nauseum Cause it that gardening He’ll get it popping in the UK Parliament He’ll get it popping like the kumiteRead More →

Lyrics Rich the Kid – In my coupe I just pulled up in my coupe I might just f*ck on your boo Look at my hunnids they blue, ooh I f*cked your b*tch after school Dive in the b*tch like a pool Look at my chains not too cool Now she say she fallin’ in love She fell in love with the drugs I just might make her my boo She fell in love with the jewels You had the juice but you lost it My diamonds wet like a faucet Your b*tch she callin’ my iPhone Diamonds yellow like the Flintstones They doing sh*tRead More →

[Intro: Joey Bada$$] Yeah, just ride with a nigga America’s number one, you can bet on ya life! Statik Selektah Ride with a nigga like America’s number one, you can bet on ya life! [Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] Call me the general, pushing that new agenda through For my millennials, troubled youth and the felons too Tryna be perennial, but chance of livin’ is minimal She critical, exactly what made my niggas criminals Typical AmeriKKKa, damn sure ain’t no miracle Word to Steezy, I’ma keep this shit lyrical ‘Til I fall out my physical, all my verses is biblical, uh Flowin’ religiously, my delivery spiritual,Read More →

[Verse 1: AK The Savior] Vision like Tarantino, Tarot card said I’m a leader On terrace blowing reefer, this shit might just blow your speaker Sit back recline my feet up, bitch so bad she get a D+ Don’t let them lies deceive ya, ain’t no preacher go’n free ya No limit young miller walked the Earth like Godzilla Frequent deposit gain and profit like some God niggas We be the topic open eyes and see the lord’s picture Don’t need facade we going hard don’t let the law with us Go go till I’m finished yeah my eyes like Forrest Whitaker Except you lookin’Read More →

Lyrics Kodak Black – Too many years I done gave the jails too many years Years that I won’t get back And I swear I done shed too many tears For niggas that I won’t get back Yeah I got niggas in the graveyard Niggas in the state yards I swear not a day goes by That I don’t think about the times I wish that I could rewind. ‘Cause I done gave the jails too many years Years that I won’t get back And I swear I done shed too many tears For niggas that I won’t get back Yeah I got niggas inRead More →