Tracks Similar To Tak Budet Pravilnei
Kakie Dela
Artist(s): Robert Ryda
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Writer(s):
Matthias Hirt (BMI) 50% / Robert Elizaryev (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Russian Rap, World Russian
Keywords:
Aggressive, Confident, Edgy, Ethnic, Funky, Hip, Laid Back, Moscow, Russia, Russian Club, World Music
Instruments:
Accordion, Balalaika
BPM:
84
Language:
Russian
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Kakie Dela
Kakie Dela
эййо братиш какие дела
все по тихому бра лучше всех как всегда
вокруг меня постоянная суета
еду на автомобиле передо мной жизнькак игра
могу сказать что все играют
люди многие тусуют бухают и это их тожеменяет
а время медленно утекает
все что то теряют но блять что то иприобретают
мнение зала ведь вся правда в пиплах
но отвечая на вопрос не запутываемся вчитах
коллективный дух компетишном пропитан
а вариант ответа один и никто не можетсделать выбор
эййо братиш какие дела
все по тихому бра лучше всех как всегда
вокруг меня постоянная суета
еду на автомобиле передо мной жизнькак игра
политики играют в свои игры
а люди просто погибают в себя втыкаютиглы
многих пацанов эта судьба постигла
они сидели строго и долго что онимазохисты
игры игры мы все игроки
на монополизированном поле не стоим ихуйни
но мы стойкие как войны посмотри
такая вот роль отведена таким вот людямкак я и ты
эййо братиш какие дела
все по тихому бра лучше всех как всегда
вокруг меня постоянная суета
еду на автомобиле передо мной жизнькак игра
я люблю биты но любишь ли биты ты
есть любители покурить и у нас на этопятаки
знаю есть разные спецы
одни рубят в ПС3 другие действуют внеправил игры
качают навык скилл
игроки вкладывают максимальный запаснастоящих сил
время еле хватает (даже) даже на чилл
но я рад что ты меня обо всем этом мужикспросил
эййо братиш какие дела
все по тихому бра лучше всех как всегда
вокруг меня постоянная суета
еду на автомобиле передо мной жизнькак игра
пока
Kakie Dela
ayyo bratish kakie dela
vse po tihomu bra luchshe vseh kak vsegda
vokrug menya postoyannaya sueta
edu na avtomobile peredo mnoi zhizn kak igra
mogu skazat chto vse igrayut
ludi mnogie tusuut buhaut i ego ih tozhe menyaet
a vremya medlenno utekaet
vse chto to teryaut no blyad chto to i priobretayut
mnenie zala ved vsya pravda v piplah
no otvechaya na vopros ne zaputivaemsa v chitah
kollektivniy duh kompetishnom proptan
a variant otveta odin i nikto ne mozhet sdelat vibor
ayyo bratish kakie dela
vse po tihomu bra luchshe vseh kak vsegda
vokrug menya postoyannaya sueta
edu na avtomobile peredo mnoi zhizn kak igra
politiki igrayut v svoi igry
a ludi prosto pogibaut v sebya vtikaut igly
mnogih patsanov eta sudba postigla
oni sideli strogo i dolgo chto oni mazohisty
igry igry mi vse igroki
na monopolizirovannom pole ne stoim i huiny
no mi stoikie kak voiny posmotri
takaya vot rol otvedena takim vot ludyam kak ya i ty
ayyo bratish kakie dela
vse po tihomu bra luchshe vseh kak vsegda
vokrug menya postoyannaya sueta
edu na avtomobile peredo mnoi zhizn kak igra
ya lublu bity no lubish li bity ty
est lubiteli pokurit i u has na ego pyataki
znau est raznie specy
odni rubyat v ps3 drugie deistvuut vne pravil igry
kachaut navik skill
igroki vkladivaut maximalniy zapas nastoyashih sil
vremya ele hvataet (dazhe) dazhe na chill
no ya rad chto ti menja obo vsem etom muzhik sprosil
ayyo bratish kakie dela
vse po tihomu bra luchshe vseh kak vsegda
vokrug menya postoyannaya sueta
edu na avtomobile peredo mnoi zhizn kak igra
poka
English Translation:
What's The Deal
yo bro wassup
its all calm bro better than anyone as usual
around me there's always fuss
I'm drivin' an automobile the life is in front of me its like a game
i can say that everyone is playing
many people party and drink and this also changes them
and the time keeps slowly leaking
everyone is losing something but they gain something too
need opinion of the audience cause all the truth is in people
but while answering this question don't get caught up and confused in cheats ('cheatcodes')
the collective spirit is all soaked with competition
but there's only one option for the answer and nobody can make a choice
yo bro wassup
its all calm bro better than anyone as usual
around me there's always fuss
I'm drivin' an automobile the life is in front of me its like a game
politicians they their games
and people just die they stick needles in themselves
many guys have met this fate
they were on deep and long are they really masochists
games games we are all players
on a monopolized field we don't worth nothing
but we stand tall like warriors look
this is the role that's assigned to people like you and me
yo bro wassup
its all calm bro better than anyone as usual
around me there's always fuss
I'm drivin' an automobile the life is in front of me its like a game
i like beats but do you like beats too
there are those who love to smoke and we got five on it
i know there are different specialists out there
ones will play PS3 while the others act out of the rules of the game
they raise their experience & skill
players invest maximum stock of their real energy
there ain't enough time (even) even to chill
but I'm glad that you man asked me about it
yo bro wassup
its all calm bro better than anyone as usual
around me there's always fuss
I'm drivin' an automobile the life is in front of me its like a game
bye
Ready For The Rush
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Aggressive, Arena, Chinese Influence, Cocky, Combat, Competition, Confident, Cool, Danger, Energized, Epic, Fighting, Fire, Hyped Up, Intimidating, Motivation, Powerful, Pressure, Pumped Up, Showing Off, Sports, Swagger, Tough, Trouble, World Influence
Instruments:
Bass, Cello, Flugelhorn, Pipa, Timpani, Trombone
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
107
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Ready For The Rush
GET READY FOR THE RUSH
VERSE 1
Give it all i got, never back down
Impact with a crack, how you like that sound
Too swift, with the legwork
Mess with an expert, leave on a stretcher
Bow down, you better respect it
Eyes to the ground not a sound til I exit
Be my guest, come test this
Try to make move, you gonna get this
Strike first, quick like a cobra
Get served, lay you flat on a sofa
Crush like a savage, heavy handed
Get rocked and shocked when they landed
CHORUS (2X)
Get ready for the rush
Get ready for the rush
Cock back aim and bust
Playing with fire is dangerous
BRIDGE
Get ready
For the rush
Get ready
For the rush, for the rush
VERSE 2
Hard to the core, pulling no punches
Knock out, never leave it to the judges
Step out of line, get punished
If you got a crew you can tell'em I run this
I prevail, tough as nails
When I drop the hammer, you tuck your tail
Inhale, exhale, break no sweat
Hit the targets, promise not a threat
Hit me with your best shot
You're jumping in the frying pan, sizzle with a pop
Flexing loaded and locked
Bust nonstop, you're bound to get dropped
CHORUS (2X)
Land Of The Gritty
Artist(s): Boom Doggottie
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Writer(s):
Cleo Michael Page (ASCAP) 50% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Achievement, Aggressive, Attitude, Badass, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, Champion, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Cool, Driven, Edgy, Epic, Football, Game On, Gritty, Hustle, Hustlin', Inspiration, Motivation, Never Give Up, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persistence, Powerful, Pressure, Pumped Up, Rising Above, Self Confidence, Sports, Strong, Success, Swagga, Swagger, Tough, Victory, Winning Spirit
Instruments:
Cello, Drums, Electronic Drums, Horns, Snare Drum, Synth, Synth Bass, Theremin, Tubular Bells, Violin
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
118
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Land Of The Gritty
LAND OF THE GRITTY
INTRO
Ya'll don't get it, no, this is our house
we ain't playin no games
VERSE 1
Been down counted all of my blessings,
life lessons game on still stressing.
No guessing never let them see you sweat man,
my depression smiles my confession.
Daily testing I'm flexing my muscle
for the win no in I hustle,
grind hard take a loss what's that
bases loaded, two strikes, swinging my bat.
Boom ping ting run & tell that,
Winner's Circle gritty whole team on my back.
We can't lose, chant that chant, we can't lose, chant that chant,
we can't lose, yep bet that.
(We can't lose, chant that chant, we can't lose, chant that chant,
we can't lose, yep bet that)
All black, game fact, off track,
we own and y'all wack, team Spirit! Get 'em
CHORUS (2X)
Welcome to the land of the gritty
This is my house we're shuttin them all down
This is my house we're shuttin them all down
This is my house we're shuttin them all down
Welcome to the land of the gritty
Showing suckers no pity
Showing suckers no pity
Showing suckers no pity
VERSE 2
Break my focus, eyes on the prize,
competitors fear they see no lies in my eyes.
Me try know I do, wall up, wall down, run through, ka boom!
Look who stepped in the room,
MVP everybody know me,
highest points scored on every cellphone screen,
nothing but the T-O-P for me.
I, Hi-5 oh, so live, my stride, I glide, slip slide,
run, dive, collide, four more yards till the touchdown line.
Defense up, they're all fence off,
God I hit him hard they playing too soft,
we playing football, man I think they playing golf
we can't lose while I walk my walk.
CHORUS (2X)
BRIDGE
Welcome to the Jungle I'm a panther not a kitty,
only one rule here survival of the gritty.
See that on my back whole damn city,
we can't lose, no time for the tripping.
Squeezing, flexing, fingertips gripping,
drool and sweat is the only thing dripping,
this is my house, ya'll need my permission
My rules, there he go boys get 'em!
Ya'll don't get it
y'all came to lose we came to win,
cuz this here this is our house
and we ain't playing no games
CHORUS (2X)
Itching To Snitch
Artist(s): Square Biz
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Writer(s):
Michael Vondell Jr Dalton (BMI) 50% / Terrence R Robinson (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Ballin', Boss, Braggadocious, Brash, Bravado, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Drugs, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Hood, Hustler, Hustlin', Irreverent, Money, Power, Rich, Street, Success, Swagga, Swagger, Throwback Feel, Thug
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Piano, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
75
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Itching To Snitch
ITCHING TO SNITCH (CLEAN)
INTRO
No honor, no ethics,
Witness protection ain't nothing but the
Underground railroad to the grave...you know it's over
VERSE 1
Hustling on the side trying to boss up
Spun his own web now the whole crew caught up
This elevator got some unstable cables
He can't eat from both sides of the table-what you thinking bruh?
PRE-CHORUS
He did what he felt he had to do (He's a snitch)
Preached a sermon on you and the crew (what a b***h)
Federal vaccine, relocate with plenty green
Ever known a rat to turn down cheese? (nah, nah)
CHORUS
Cause he itching to snitch, oh yeah he itching to snitch
He been dancing with the devil, then started to slip
Oh he itching to snitch, oh yeah he itching to snitch
Cooperate in every way, and get up out this b*tch
He snitch in the morning, oh yeah he snitch in the eve
Snitching on absentee folks who stay squeaky clean
Disrespecting the game, when you speak a man's name
That ain't square business, 'cause only b*****s, that comfortable being snitches
VERSE 2
They froze his accounts and killed his businesses
They quick to bring the wife and kids up into this
He folded like a lawn chair, now he's breathing freedom's air
Either way he knew he'd disappear...
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
____________________________________
ITCHING TO SNITCH (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
No honor, no ethics,
Witness protection ain't nothing but the
Underground railroad to the grave...you know it's over
VERSE 1
Hustling on the side trying to boss up
Spun his own web now the whole crew caught up
This elevator got some unstable cables
He can't eat from both sides of the table-what you thinking bruh?
PRE-CHORUS
He did what he felt he had to do (He's a snitch)
Preached a sermon on you and the crew (what a bitch)
Federal vaccine, relocate with plenty green
Ever known a rat to turn down cheese? (Hell nah)
CHORUS
Cause he itching to snitch, oh yeah he itching to snitch
He been dancing with the devil, then started to slip
Oh he itching to snitch, oh yeah he itching to snitch
Cooperate in every way, and get up out this bitch
He snitch in the morning, oh yeah he snitch in the eve
Snitching on absentee folks who stay squeaky clean
Disrespecting the game, when you speak a man's name
That ain't square business, 'cause only bitches, that comfortable being snitches
VERSE 2
They froze his accounts and killed his businesses
They quick to bring the wife and kids up up into this
He folded like a lawn chair, now he's breathing freedom's air
Either way he knew he'd disappear...
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
The Realest
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Midwest Rap, Rap, Underground Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Bouncy, Bragging, Bravado, City, Cocky, Confident, Drinking, Druggy, Edgy, Explicit Lyrics, Flossing, Gangsta, Gangster, Gritty, Hood, Intoxicated, Laid Back, Minimalist, Money, Party, Partying, Raw, Street Smart, Streets, Swagger, Thug
Instruments:
Drums, Percussion, Synth Bass
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
80
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
The Realest
THE REALEST (CLEAN)
CHORUS
He the realest
The illest no disputing
He the realest
Got genius runnin thru his double helix
Always give 100 so you feel this
Cuz he the realest
VERSE 1
He the realest
And by he I mean me
I make music that comes through your TV or MP3
My CD is so sick that they call the CDC
Now they quarantined me in my homie SUV
I'm a f***** SOB
P L O T constantly
My melody rock to sleep
Intelligent as I b (be)
I C (see), supplying the ID
IE, for example I'd F your GF put it UP on IG
Been kickin since 83 I'm a OG
All these newbies stealin flows kinda owe me
They on so much codeine, the probably gonna OD
While I sit alone sippin a 4 0 of OE
I kill the lights O F F
Gonna hold the M I C till there's no one left
F L O S S
The best, no BS
Best G O H O M E and spell check
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I'm the realest, the B O S S
I call all O F the S H O T S
Take a trip down to OBX
Then hit the H20 hopin she be DTF
EZ, if she not, she could be my BFF
Drink some E&J and see what it leads to next
She said LOL, I said SMH
Took a jet to MIA for the 2nd date
Never been a second late
Ballin like the NBA
I make all my CPA's sign a NDA so they never say
Got you under watch like I'm the NSA
And esse, better watch your B A C K 'for I spray like MGK
Everybody in the G A M E selling out
Guess that's why I had to F U C K I N spell it out
CHORUS
BRIDGE
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, who the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up, Put your hands up
CHORUS
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THE REALEST (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS
He the realest
The illest no disputing
He the realest
Got genius runnin thru his double helix
Always give 100 so you feel this
Cuz he the realest
VERSE 1
He the realest
And by he I mean me
I make music that comes through your TV or MP3
My CD is so sick that they call the CDC
Now they quarantined me in my homie SUV
I'm a fuckin SOB
P L O T constantly
My melody rock to sleep
Intelligent as I b (be)
I C (see), supplying the ID
IE, for example I'd F your GF put it UP on IG
Been kickin since 83 I'm a OG
All these newbies stealin flows kinda owe me
They on so much codine, the probably gonna OD
While I sit alone sippin a 4 0 of OE
I kill the lights O F F
Gonna hold the M I C till there's no one left
F L O S S
The best, no BS
Best G O H O M E and spell check
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I'm the realest, the B O S S
I call all O F the S H O T S
Take a trip down to OBX
Then hit the H20 hopin she be DTF
EZ, if she not, she could be my BFF
Drink some E&J and see what it leads to next
She said LOL, I said SMH
Took a jet to MIA for the 2nd date
Never been a second late
Ballin like the NBA
I make all my CPA's sign a NDA so they never say
Got you under watch like I'm the NSA
And esse, better watch your B A C K 'for I spray like MGK
Everybody in the G A M E selling out
Guess that's why I had to F U C K I N spell it out
CHORUS
BRIDGE
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, who the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up, Put your hands up
CHORUS
Fat Bitch Sing
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Attack, Back Alley, Brooding, Confrontational, Crazy, Crude, Danger, Dark, Death, Doom, Dramatic, Edgy, Evil, Foreboding, Frightening, Gritty, Hostile, Intense, Mean, Menacing, Murder, Nasty, Ominous, Rough, Scary, Tension, Terror, Threatening, Trouble, Unpredictable, Vulgar, Weird, Wicked
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Vocal Samples
BPM:
94
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Fat Bitch Sing
It's the beginning of the ending, monkey wrench your engine
Mace in your face, venom in your rectum
Perverted perfection, distorted reflection
Mental infection, demonic possession
Full time felon, pitchfork in your melon
Spitting propane flame, smoking up the resin
I got a wolf pack full of goons, full moon
Eat your brains out your skull with a spoon
Final destination, relaxation
6 feet deep is your permanent vacation
Maggots in your mouth, worms in your nose
Mess with me, that's how it goes
Let the fat bitch sing it's over, it's over for you, it's over
Let the fat bitch sing it's over, it's over for you, it's over
Let the fat bitch sing it's over, it's over for you, it's over
Let the fat bitch sing it's over, it's over for you, it's over
Maggots in your mouth, worms in your nose
Mess with me, that's how it goesmaggots in your mouth, worms in your Nose
Mess with me, that's how it goes
It ain't a mask or disguise, got the devil in my eyes
Machete to your thighs gonna cut you down to size
Spill your guts, pull your insides outside
Lobotomize ya with a bunch of dull knives
Ya stuck like a spider in a drain, I love pain
Stab you in the neck, blood spraying like rain
Ya nothing but a stain, in shackles and chains
Choking from the smoke from the flesh in the flames
Ya at the end of the rope, hanging by a thread that
Snapped, fallin in a venus flytrap
Frozen, flesh and bone corrosion
Teeth and claws rip you up in slow motion
Kung Fu
Artist(s): Mike Sarge
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Writer(s):
Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50% / Michael A Manning (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Accomplishment, Adrenaline, Aggressive, Asian Influence, Chill, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Determination, Driven, Energetic, Fight Back, Fighting, Fighting Enemies, Honor, Hyped Up, Independent, Inspiring, Laid Back, Martial Arts, Motivation, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persistence, Powerful, Pressure, Pumped Up, Success, Swagger, Triumphant, Victorious, Winning Spirit
Instruments:
808 Bass, Bells, Drums, Flute, Koto, Synth
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
148
Key:
G♯m/A♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Kung Fu
KUNG FU
INTRO
Oh yeah, hi-yah!
Uh, yeah
CHORUS
Man I'm comin' with that Ku Fung, Kung Fu (Ha!)
Breaking down my Enemies
You can't drain my energy
Comin' with that Ku Fung, Kung Fu
They want me to fall
but that won't be the end of me
I'm comin' with that Ku Fung, Kung Fu (Ha!)
Breaking down my Enemies
You can't drain my energy
Comin' with that Ku Fung, Kung Fu
They want me to fall
but that won't be the end of me
VERSE 1
Yeah, uh
I'm built for this moment, ain't feeling no pressure
Just like a diamond, bringing the tension
I only get better
Then I stand tall in that in the storm
Wit that goose neck in my form
Was called the chosen since I was born
Got the footwork, I'm the Karate kid
No matter the challenge, ain't scared, imma go body it
Taken down all my foes, check the dragon kick
List of my battles know that I've won, list is immaculate
Look for the fake, and it ain't round me
All that hate, but it ain't round me
Talk that trash, but it ain't about me
If you got beef, then it ain't ground meat
They wanna quit, they tappin out
Now they know what we all about
Blasting off like NASA
They punch, we block much faster
CHORUS
Man I'm comin' with that Ku Fung, Kung Fu (Hi-yah!)
Breaking down my Enemies
You can't drain my energy
Comin' with that Ku Fung, Kung Fu
They want me to fall
but that won't be the end of me
I'm comin' with that Ku Fung, Kung Fu (Hi-yah!)
Breaking down my Enemies
You can't drain my energy
Comin' with that Ku Fung, Kung Fu
They want me to fall
but that won't be the end of me
VERSE 2
Look Energy, Energy, push it up, move around
See a wall, made of bricks, Go ahead, and break it down
Gotta stay focused, even when it's hard
Get a little bit of buzz, infinity and beyond
They wonder how we move like that
How we set the mood like that
Cuz the groove gon smack
But across the map
They look confused by the way I rap
So take a pause for a minute
Don't need a crowd, we independent
Ain't taking no L's, always winning
Family Proud, like I'm Penny
we counter quick with blows that are super damaging
Mulan flow, the way we do it for our family
Bringing honor to land is what we gon do
Come in wit that disrespect and we gon hit you
We gon hit you wit that KUNG FU
Coming Back
Artist(s): Cash C. (feat. Edoe)
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Writer(s):
Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50% / Charizma Shardayne Denise Upshaw (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Anger, Attitude, Bad Bitch, Badass, Bold, Boss, Bravado, Confident, Confrontational, Dark, Defiant, Determined, Drive, Drugs, Edgy, Flaunting, Gangster, Guns, Late Nght, Money, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Obstacles, Overcoming Struggle, Power, Proud, Sex, Streets, Success, Tough
Instruments:
808 Bass, Bells, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
150
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Coming Back
COMING BACK (CLEAN)
INTRO
Yea yea yea, yea
They ain't know
They ain't know
CHORUS
They ain't know how I was coming
When I pulled up in a new whip
Hey, yea I got a new b***h
And I hopped out with some new drip
VERSE 1
I know these b*****s gon have a trip
They gon wanna taste this tea I'm spilling
Every step I take
They like you need to take a break
You going to fast on this tape
I know these b*****s can't relate
How I be dripping like a lake
It's crazy how n****s a turn on me
When loyalty don't cost a thing
I clearly see b*****s ain't riding for me
N****s ain't dying for me
I gotta be
In my own zone now, on my own now
F**k the police yea I'm gone now
And I been crying for weeks but nobody gave me no tissue
That's why I keep rolling up to blow away these issues
This b***h keep calling talkin 'bout I got a bad attitude
B***h get off my line go ahead and call your dude
Not tryna be rude but nobody get s**t from me
Nobody getting a dime
Nobody made up this rhyme
Man I'm done wasting time
Imma stay on my grind
Yea I'm heading for the top
Nobody stealing my spot
I got this s**t on lock lock lock
CHORUS 2
I know you got a n***a tell me something I don't know
Let me know if Imma f**k or not cause I got to go
Every time you get around your friends you think that they don't know
They can see it in your face that we be f*****g on the low
I came from nothing, I ain't have no bed sleeping on the floor
I was robbing I was selling drugs, tired of being broke
Know some b*****s wish I never met, wish I never spoke
Know some n****s wish I never met, wish I never spoke
VERSE 2
If I ever shot a n***a block I'm coming back
Turn this b***h around I'm hopping n*gga where you at
I got a nine millimeter with a thirty on my lap
Bout to make my family proud stacking pennies Kyla Pratt
Got some killers that will shot for me that's if I ask
If you run then that n***a done shot him in the back
And you know we coming black and white like sister act
Two twin glocks, one of the Cody one of the Zack
My brother he my brother I know my brother gon shot for me
Never trust a b***h cause I know what that b*tch a do to me
Right is right, wrong is wrong, only when you using me
Play me then I cut you off that what happens usually
My n***a Imma hop up in that pussy Imma dive it
Jackie Robinson you know Imma slide in it
Get rich or die trying, Imma die with it
You the main so don't worry about no side b*tches
CHORUS 2
BRIDGE
Into that new s**t
Lit like my waist
Everytime I leave she having a fit
Man I got these n****s pissed
Wishing they can flow like this
Wishing they can flow like this
Making hits after hits
To left and right Muhammad Ali in this b***h
Man it's looking tight for anybody that try to compete
Might as well step aside, yea
Y'all might as well step aside
Yeaa
CHORUS 1
______________________________________
COMING BACK (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
Yea yea yea, yea
They ain't know
They ain't know
CHORUS 1
They ain't know how I was coming
When I pulled up in a new whip
Hey, yea I got a new bitch
And I hopped out with some new drip
VERSE 1
I know these bitches gon have a trip
They gon wanna taste this tea I'm spilling
Every step I take
They like you need to take a break
You going to fast on the tape
I know these bitches can't relate
How I be dripping like a lake
It's crazy how niggas still turn on me
When loyalty don't cost a thing
I clearly see bitches ain't riding for me
Niggas ain't dying for me
I gotta be
In my own zone now, on my own now
Fuck the police yea I'm gone now
And I been crying for weeks but nobody gave me no tissue
That's why I keep rolling up to blow away these issues
This bitch keep calling talkin 'bout I got a bad attitude
Bitch get off my line go ahead and call your dude
Not tryna be rude but nobody get shit from me
Nobody getting a dime
Nobody made up this rhyme
Man I'm done wasting time
Imma stay on my grind
Yea I'm heading for the top
Nobody stealing my spot
I got this shit on lock lock lock lock
CHORUS 2
I know you got a nigga tell me something I don't know
Let me know if Imma fuck or not because I got to go
Every time you get around your friends you think that they don't know
They can see it in your face that we be fucking on the low
I came from nothing, I ain't have no bed sleeping on the floor
I was robbing I was selling drugs, tired of being broke
Know some bitches wish I never met, wish I never spoke
Know some niggas wish I never met, wish I never spoke
VERSE 2
If I ever shot a nigga block I'm coming back
Turn this bitch around I'm hopping out nigga where you at
I got a nine millimeter with a thirty on my lap
Bout to make my family proud stacking pennies Kyla Pratt
Got some killers that will shot for me that's if I ask
If you run then that nigga done shoot him in the back
And you know we coming black and white like sister act
Two twin glocks, one of the Cody one of the Zack
My brother he my brother I know my brother gon shoot for me
Never trust a bitch cause I know what that bitch a do to me
Right is right, wrong is wrong, only when you using me
Play me then I cut you off that what happens usually
My nigga Imma hop up in that pussy Imma dive it
Jackie Robinson you know Imma slide in it
Get rich or die trying, Imma die with it
You the main so don't worry about no side bitches
CHORUS 2
BRIDGE
Into that new shit
Lit like my waist
Everytime I leave she having a fit
Man I got these niggas pissed
Wishing they can flow like this
Wishing they can flow like this
Making hits after hits
To left and right Muhammad Ali in this bitch
Man it's looking tight for anybody that try to compete
Might as well step aside, yea
Y'all might as well step aside
Yeaa
CHORUS 1
Last One
Artist(s): Shoreshot
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Writer(s):
Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50% / Patrick Terrence Whelan (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Achievement, Attitude, Badass, Ballers, Ballin', Biblical References, Boss, Champion, Competition, Danger, Epic, Game, Hustle, Inspiration, Motivation, Never Give Up, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persistence, Pounding, Powerful, Pressure, Pumped Up, Rising Above, Self Confidence, Sports, Strong, Success, Swagger, Tough, Winning
Instruments:
808 Bass, Brass, Drums, Piano, Tubular Bells, Violins
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
83
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Last One
LAST ONE
INTRO
Take them by surprise
When the right chance comes
You may not get another try
Make it happen get it done
VERSE 1
Each and every last one
Hit them with a fast one
Take them by storm
Write before the sunrise
We gon see who last long
See who stands strong
We gon see who doesn't
Have a leg to stand on
See who gets their last laugh on
Got to leave them gone
Gone in a flash from
Completing every task at hand
Slam dunk any objective
Like it's my last jump
Like I might only get the chance once
PRE-CHORUS (2X)
Time is what nobody gets a pass from
While it's on my side I gotta do what no
Do what no one has done
CHORUS
Who can finish up the strongest?
Who can go above and beyond?
Who made it their purpose
To take it the furthest
In the face of adversity
and/or state of emergency?
Who can sling it like a psalmist?
And who's been in it for the longest?
Who made it their purpose
To take it the furthest
To fulfill a promise
Til the mission is accomplished?
VERSE 2
Last one that they're expecting to see
Once the dust settles
Last one to rise above the flood levels
I'm the last one doing it like it's
In my blood vessels
Last one showing up
Without a reservation
Without hesitation
To crush devils
Forget whatever
Was scheduled
There's something greater at stake
More important at hand
There can't be any mistakes
To go according to plan
We'll see who got what it takes
We'll see who can stay the course
As harm's way awaits
We can't call it off
We can't call it safe
Not until we see these dark forces
All disintegrate
Cripple any plot of the wicked
Trying to eliminate
The last one
Guardin' the state
I got a maker to meet
Until then His word's a lamp unto my feet
Light unto my path
Wiping out the evils
At a fast pace
Put them in their place
Cuz they can't compete
PRE-CHORUS (2X)
CHORUS 1
CHORUS 2
Who can sling it like a psalmist?
And who's been in it for the longest?
Who made it their purpose
To take it the furthest
To fulfill a promise
Til the mission is accomplished?
Dope Boy Balling
Artist(s): Square Biz
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Writer(s):
Michael Vondell Jr Dalton (BMI) 50% / Terrence R Robinson (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Ballin', Boss, Braggadocious, Brash, Bravado, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Drugs, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Hood, Hustler, Hustlin', Irreverent, Money, Power, Rich, Street, Success, Swagga, Swagger, Throwback Feel, Thug
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Electric Piano, Organ, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
86
Key:
F
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Dope Boy Balling
DOPE BOY BALLING (CLEAN)
INTRO
I'm a dope boy...I'm a dope boy
VERSE 1
When it's all said and done, I'm out shining all the rest
Been chasing me for years, now they running out of breath
Could be broke den a m'f*cka, still be fresh to def
You couldn't pay the fee it costs to stand on my steps
They know I'm in the game, life in the fast lane
Everything on me head to toe definitely brand name
Walking slow so they can see me, draped in all these VV-SS's
N*ggas start sweating, counting my blessings
CHORUS 1
I'm a dope boy balling, can't relate to me
I'm the kinda grimy n***a you ain't ever gone be
Dope boy balling, driving haters insane
Swagged out flavor changed the taste of the game
Dripping sauce spicy, oh I'm so nice see
So cold we frozen out the fountain oh I-CEE
Used to set the pace now you steady slow crawling
Scoot over make way for this dope boy balling
VERSE 2
You couldn't bust a grape in a food fight
More useless than flashlight shining in the daylight
Staying on top ain't easy had lots of opposition
Hate to break it to ya playa--you ain't my competition
Looking at me like I'm something off of TV
Frustrated in the mirror wishing you could be me
Want my lady, my car, the watch off my off my wrist
Honestly the way I live is beyond what you could wish
CHORUS 2
I'm a dope boy ballin, can't relate to me
I'm the kinda grimy n***a you ain't ever gone be
Dope boy ballin, driving haters insane
Swagged out flavor changed the taste of the game
BRIDGE
Hit club plenty deep--we all in
Jewelry dripping so hot-it's scalding
Too much money in my pockets--I'm falling
We got cars like the stars--we balling
CHORUS 1
______________________________________
DOPE BOY BALLING (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
I'm a dope boy...I'm a dope boy
VERSE 1
When it's all said and done, I'm out shining all the rest
Been chasing me for years, now they running out of breath
Could be broke den a m'fucka, still be fresh to def
You couldn't pay the fee it costs to stand on my steps
They know I'm in the game, life in the fast lane
Everything on me head to toe definitely brand name
Walking slow so they can see me, draped in all these VV-SS's
Niggas start sweating, counting my blessings
CHORUS 1
I'm a dope boy balling, can't relate to me
I'm the kinda grimy nigga you ain't ever gone be
Dope boy balling, driving haters insane
Swagged out flavor changed the taste of the game
Dripping sauce spicy, oh I'm so nice see
So cold we frozen out the fountain oh I-CEE
Used to set the pace now you steady slow crawling
Scoot over make way for this dope boy balling
VERSE 2
You couldn't bust a grape in a food fight
More useless than flashlight shining in the daylight
Staying on top ain't easy had lots of opposition
Hate to break it to ya playa--you ain't my competition
Looking at me like I'm something off of TV
Frustrated in the mirror wishing you could be me
Want my lady, my car, the watch off my off my wrist
Honestly the way I live is beyond what you could wish
CHORUS 2
I'm a dope boy ballin, can't relate to me
I'm the kinda grimy nigga you ain't ever gone be
Dope boy ballin, driving haters insane
Swagged out flavor changed the taste of the game
BRIDGE
Hit club plenty deep--we all in
Jewelry dripping so hot-it's scalding
Too much money in my pockets--I'm falling
We got cars like the stars--we balling
CHORUS 1
Go Like Whoa
Artist(s): Kali J
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Writer(s):
Kali Janette Arnott (BMI) 50% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Attitude, Bad Bitch, Boss, Bounce, Bravado, Brazen, Confidence, Confident, Edgy, Flossing, Flossy, Gangsta, Hood, Lean, Power, Raw, Shake, Streets, Style, Success, Swagga, Swagger
Instruments:
808 Bass, Brass, Chimes, Drums, SFX, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
81
Key:
C♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Go Like Whoa
GO LIKE WHOA (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
If you're tryna cross me I'd forget it I'd forget about it
Better learn your place before I go and throw a fit about it
Cause I got the money with me yeah I never leave without it
We are not the same, but babe there's never been a doubt about it
Cause I am the real one and I keep it keep it so one hundred
Yeah my touch is gold I'm in control and so I keep em coming
Got em in the palm of my hand cause I can you know they love it
Just in case you don't understand it's my world I keep it running
CHORUS
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like whoa
(3X)
Yeah I got the yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
VERSE 2
I am at the top and you're not and it's cause I do it different
Yeah you're busy trying to fit with them I say f**k the system
You will never be anything and that's more than my opinion
Yeah I tried to tell you before but them b*****s never listen
Feminine adrenaline yeah I'm practically robotic
Gunning for the dream like a queen and I'm going super sonic
Everybody loving my style and so they try to cop it
But you'll never do it like me and that's me just being honest
CHORUS 2
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like whoa
(3X)
Yeah I got the yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
And I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
And I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
Yeah I got the uh
Whoa Whoa Whoa
BRIDGE
I'd forget about it
I throw a fit about it
I never leave without it
There's never been a doubt about it
I keep it so one hundred
And so I keep em coming
Yeah you know they love it
It's my world I keep it running
CHORUS 3 (2X)
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa whoa whoa
TAG (8x)
Whoa whoa whoa
____________________
GO LIKE WHOA (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
If you're tryna cross me I'd forget it I'd forget about it
Better learn your place before I go and throw a fit about it
Cause I got the money with me yeah I never leave without it
We are not the same, but babe there's never been a doubt about it
Cause I am the real one and I keep it keep it so one hundred
Yeah my touch is gold I'm in control and so I keep em coming
Got em in the palm of my hand cause I can you know they love it
Just in case you don't understand it's my world I keep it running
CHORUS
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like whoa
(3X)
Yeah I got the yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
VERSE 2
I am at the top and you're not and it's cause I do it different
Yeah you're busy trying to fit with them I say fuck the system
You will never be anything and that's more than my opinion
Yeah I tried to tell you before but them bitches never listen
Feminine adrenaline yeah I'm practically robotic
Gunning for the dream like a queen and I'm going super sonic
Everybody loving my style and so they try to cop it
But you'll never do it like me and that's me just being honest
CHORUS 2
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like whoa
(3X)
Yeah I got the yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
And I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
And I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
Yeah I got the uh
Whoa Whoa Whoa
BRIDGE
I'd forget about it
I throw a fit about it
I never leave without it
There's never been a doubt about it
I keep it so one hundred
And so I keep em coming
Yeah you know they love it
It's my world I keep it running
CHORUS 3 (2X)
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa whoa whoa
TAG (8x)
Whoa whoa whoa
Swoop It Up
Artist(s): Vega Heartbreak & M.C
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Writer(s):
Marvin David Williamson (ASCAP) 50% / Orlando Lamonz Rowe (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Carefree, Club, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Drinking, Explicit Lyrics, Flirtatious, Hooking Up, Laid Back, Late Night, Romance, Sex, Sexy, Swagger
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
80
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Swoop It Up
SWOOP IT UP (CLEAN)
CHORUS
Take the night off
come and f*** with me (f*** with me)
you the baddest b**** I seen in the city (in the city)
I guess your n**** had a problem with commitment (yeah yeah yeah)
Told my n**** that I had to go and get it (yeah yeah)
I'm swoop swoop swoop swoop it up (Swoop It Up now)
Let me Swoop swoop swoop swoop it up (Swoop It Up now)
I'm swoop swoop swoop swoop it up (Swoop It Up now)
Let me swoop swoop swoop swoop it up (Swoop It Up now)
VERSE 1
You just scared to trust because of love now
F****** with a real one girl what's up now
Say ya ex treat you like you was a bussdown
What's his addy girl I'll go and f*** him up now
Drinking Henny straight it's got you on one
Got you grabbing on my d*** yea it's a long one
You say n***** ain't s*** you picked the wrong one
Ima text you when it's over keep your phone on
CHORUS 2
Take the night off
come and f*** with me (f*** with me)
you the baddest b**** I seen in the city (in the city)
I guess your n**** had a problem with commitment (yeah yeah yeah)
Told my n***** that I had to go and get it (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I'm swoop swoop swoop (Ah) swoop it up (Swoop It Up now)
Let me Swoop swoop swoop(Ah) swoop it up (Swoop It Up now)
I'm swoop swoop swoop(Ah) swoop it up (Swoop It Up now)
Let me swoop swoop swoop(Ah) swoop it up (Swoop It Up now)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
VERSE 2
I'm scrolling through your IG like d***,
All a n**** want is a chance like Tam,
I can't believe he don't take care of fam
Seen your daughter she a precious lil gem (Can't believe that sh)
Yo,
I seen them pics that you take in the gym
Never seen no pics taken with him (That's his loss)
No, no
And I aint tryna add to your stress
Tryna add to ya checks
Go half and invest
Ay, Ay
I've been real from the start now
I know it's scarred but I can repair your heart now
Ay, Ay
I can play that part now
Hey, (Hey, hey)
But you gotta put your guards down
CHORUS 2
OUTRO
Ah
Ah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ah
Ah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ah
(Laughing)
Ah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
_______________________________
SWOOP IT UP (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS
Take the night off
come and fuck with me (fuck with me)
you the baddest bitch I seen in the city (in the city)
I guess your nigga had a problem with commitment (yeah yeah yeah)
Told my niggas that I had to go and get it (yeah yeah)
I'm swoop swoop swoop swoop it up (Swoop It Up now)
Let me Swoop swoop swoop swoop it up (Swoop It Up now)
I'm swoop swoop swoop swoop it up (Swoop It Up now)
Let me swoop swoop swoop swoop it up (Swoop It Up now)
VERSE 1
You just scared to trust because of love now
Fucking with a real one girl what's up now
Say ya ex treat you like you was a bussdown
What's his addy girl I'll go and fuck him up now
Drinking Henny straight it's got you on one
Got you grabbing on my dick yea it's a long one
You say niggas ain't shit you picked the wrong one
Ima text you when it's over keep your phone on
CHORUS 2
Take the night off
come and fuck with me (fuck with me)
you the baddest bitch I seen in the city (in the city)
I guess your nigga had a problem with commitment (yeah yeah yeah)
Told my niggas that I had to go and get it (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I'm swoop swoop swoop (Ah) swoop it up (Swoop It Up now)
Let me Swoop swoop swoop(Ah) swoop it up (Swoop It Up now)
I'm swoop swoop swoop(Ah) swoop it up (Swoop It Up now)
Let me swoop swoop swoop(Ah) swoop it up (Swoop It Up now)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
VERSE 2
I'm scrolling through your IG like damn,
All a nigga want is a chance like Tam,
I can't believe he don't take care of fam
Seen your daughter she a precious lil gem (Can't believe that sh)
Yo,
I seen them pics that you take in the gym
Never seen no pics taken with him (That's his loss)
No, no
And I aint tryna add to your stress
Tryna add to ya checks
Go half and invest
Ay, Ay
I've been real from the start now
I know it's scarred but I can repair your heart now
Ay, Ay
I can play that part now
Hey, (Hey, hey)
But you gotta put your guards down
CHORUS 2
OUTRO
Ah
Ah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ah
Ah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ah
(Laughing)
Ah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Everyday
Artist(s): Krstos (feat. DJ Eristoo & Blaqbone)
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Writer(s):
Christopher Stephen Hicks (ASCAP) 40% / Eric Simiso Khayelihle Phungula (ASCAP) 30% / Vusumndeni Mnikathi (ASCAP) 30%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Future Bass, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alcohol, Attitude, Braggadocious, Club, Cocky, Confident, Control, Cool, Dark, Drinking, Driving, Drugs, Gangster, Getting High, Hood, Hustle, Money, Night Life, Rich, Street, Strength, Success, Swagger, Thug, World Influence, Zulu Language
Instruments:
Bass, Djembe, Drums, Piano, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
74
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Everyday
EVERYDAY (CLEAN)
CHORUS (2X)
I talk about money everyday man
Whiskey on the rocks everyday man
Smoking green leaves everyday man
I pray I pray everyday man (2X)
VERSE 1
I only talk about the moolah
I don't talk about the b*****s
I wanna get rich everyday man
I wanna see my momma happy everyday man
I'm rolling with the rich n****s
I don't talk to the broke n****s
I were gucci everyday man
I look good everyday man
If you bring me trouble
Then I'll give you double
Hey Mr. Barman give me double
I'm a hustler man
They call me boogie man
They call me killer man
I am not a bad man
I am killer man
I'm a controls killer man
I'm a controls killer man.
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Wozala [Come here]
Bambala [hold this],
Sphethimali [we have money], Sphethiyingane [we have girls], Sphethiyihlahla [we have green leaves],
We sipping Hennessy
We are Superstars,
Sishayukotini thulubheke [we wearing fancy clothes watch and learn],
We moving levels sifuni [we need a] bank,
Awthulumbeje ngobaziwala [let's spend all the money cause it's a turn up].
CHORUS (2X)
____________________________
EVERYDAY (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS (2X)
I talk about money everyday man
Whiskey on the rocks everyday man
Smoking green leaves everyday man
I pray I pray everyday man (2X)
VERSE 1
I only talk about the moolah
I don't talk about the bitches
I wanna get rich everyday man
I wanna see my momma happy everyday man
I'm rolling with the rich niggas
I don't talk to the broke niggas
I were gucci everyday man
I look good everyday man
If you bring me trouble
Then I'll give you double
Hey Mr. Barman give me double
I'm a hustler man
They call me boogie man
They call me killer man
I am not a bad man
I am killer man
I'm a controls killer man
I'm a controls killer man.
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Wozala [Come here]
Bambala [hold this],
Sphethimali [we have money], Sphethiyingane [we have girls], Sphethiyihlahla [we have green leaves],
We sipping Hennessy
We are Superstars,
Sishayukotini thulubheke [we wearing fancy clothes watch and learn],
We moving levels sifuni [we need a] bank,
Awthulumbeje ngobaziwala [let's spend all the money cause it's a turn up].
CHORUS (2X)
Ready
Artist(s): IamViix
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Marco Cian (SOCAN) 40% / Pete Momarr Scott (BMI) 20% / Zarnoosh Bilimoria (SOCAN) 40%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
After Party, Aggressive, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Drugs, Edgy, Eerie, Getting High, Gritty, Hypnotic, Party, Power, Sports, Streets, Swagger, Thug, Tough, Trippy
Instruments:
808 Kick, Bass, Drums, Percussion, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
100
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Ready
READY
PRE-CHORUS
Taking off like rocket
Move too fast can't stop it
Got pull corner pocket
Yeah (3X)
CHORUS
Cause I'm ready, ready
Cause I'm ready
VERSE 1
I'm ready to take off like a rocket,
And it's no way that you can try to stop it,
I'm so high right now, higher than a cockpit,
I'm so high right now I think I might need myself a pilot
So fly and don't got no stylist,
Don't drive less it got no mileage
No time since got this on my wrist
Too sick, too sick like it's virus
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Ready to take off like a rocket
When my team link, it's a mosh pit
Zoom too fast can't stop it,
No hands, autopilot,
No keys, push, start driving,
Zoom (3X)
CHORUS
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
You Can't Stop This
Artist(s): WEARETHEGOOD
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Sage Elias Rodrigo (BMI) 50% / Wesley Eugene Smith Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Sports, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Basketball, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Edgy, Game, Gritty, Hypnotic, Mean, Party, Power, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Taunting, Thug, Tough, Trippy, Triumphant, Winning
Instruments:
Drums, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
160
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
You Can't Stop This
CHORUS
How you gon stop this?
Took up the notches
Big boss cockpit
I'm on your watch list
How you gon stop this? (I can't stop) (3X)
You cannot stop this? (I can't stop)
VERSE 1
I move right you left
Classic like a NES
Big boss moves with the steps
I don't even catch my breath
Class been started you late
Made it from the bottom thats fate
Had to push it up no weight
Did that there in one take
Going all the way no breaks
Big biz no MBA
Bout to make a big wave no lakes
I'm a superhero no cape
My diamonds is flawless
My flow so appealing
I'm balling no Spaulding
I'm working my calling
I gotta go all in
I never be stalling
Move too fast man
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I don't ever stop I run for it
Coming against us you done for it
Got a championship need 1 more
Give the people what they come for
My whole team got big names
Every game we play a big game
Swish swish swish my wrist game
Move too quick like quicksand
CHORUS
Megaphone Large
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Action, Aggressive, Aware, Boisterous, Change, City, Cocky, Confident, Confrontational, Dangerous, Edgy, Fed Up, Fight, Gang, Gritty, Intimidating, Loud, Political, Power, Protest, Raw, Rebellious, Resistance, Riot, Rough, Rowdy, Society, Street, Taunting, Tough, Unrest, Uprising, Wild
Instruments:
Drums, Guitar, Percussion, Scratches, Trumpet
BPM:
110
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Megaphone Large
You need to put these suckas in their place man
They don't know what they doing
You really need to show them what's
Really going on out here, eh yo!
Rolling through with my posse
Just watch me, an army can't stop me
Intelligent, militant minded
Ring the alarm, strongarm behind it
Street soldiers got my back
We on the attack, cutting no slack
The squad gets bigger, coming at you like a
Pack of gorillas, heavy hitters
Rain or shine, crash your party one time
Like elephants run through your front line
Lead the charge, to bomb your whole squad
Voice of the people, megaphone large
Megaphone large
Megaphone large
Megaphone large
Megaphone large
It's time to show and prove
They better get down or lay down
You know what I'm saying, word up!
Yo, it's time to shut it down!
Black boots stomping, mask and gloves
Better duck when the shotgun pumps
Smash windows, where's your heroes
They just zeroes, never fear those
Surrounded by yellow tape
Proceed with caution, can't handle the weight
Too heavy, you ain't ready
Cut your propaganda to confetti
Can't lose, light the fuse
Won't be televised, shut down the news
Lead the charge, to bomb your whole squad
Voice of the people, megaphone large
Come Get It
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Action, Aggressive, Alley, Boisterous, City, Cocky, Confident, Crime, Dangerous, Drugs, Fight, Gang, Gritty, Hype, Intimidating, Loud, Mean, Mischief, New York City, Party, Power, Raw, Rough, Rowdy, Rucker Park, Ruckus, Sports, Street, Taunting, Tough, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Saxophone
BPM:
107
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Come Get It
Back it up, back it up, punk get off me
Or get dunked like a donut in coffee
But I ain't a pig, I peel your wig back
Puffin on a blunt, crack open a six pack
Swig it, I get it how I live it
And that's large, the one in charge
I spit it, like an AK spray
Wet up your whole crew, make my day, punk
Pop junk, get popped in the teeth
This ain't a BBQ, you don't want no beef
I'll give it to you raw, homeboy, just hollar
If you wanna get some, I'll break you off proper
CHORUS:
Break'em off, break'em off,
Break'em off, break'em off some
Break'em off, break'em off,
Break'em off, break'em off some
You can come get it,
You can come get it,
You can come get it,
If you want some, you can come get it
Try to step to me and you're gonna get dropped
I got a left and a right that goes pop, pop, pop
Down for the count, another round of shots
Bottoms up, grab the mic and wreck shop
Leaving wack crews, dazed and confused
What you gonna do when this menace come for you
got nothing on the southpaw style
flip you like a waffle, wake up horizontal
I'll leave a sucker empty, boy don't tempt me
my fists are heavy, you ain't ready
serving beat downs, with the body rocker
so if you want some, I'll break you off proper
Trippin'
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 25% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 25% / Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 50%
Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Back Alley, Brooding, Crew, Crude, Dangerous, Druggy, Drugs, Eerie, Frightening, Gritty, Hallucinate, High, Hostile, Mean, Menacing, Nasty, Ominous, Rough, Rowdy, Scary, Streets, Stupor, Threatening, Tough, Trouble, Underground, Unpredictable, Vulgar, Weird
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
79
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Trippin'
CHORUS
I'm trippin', yeah I'm tripping,
I'm trippin' and I ain't even walkin'
I'm trippin', yeah I'm tripping,
I ain't moving but I'm feeling exhaustion
I'm trippin', yeah I'm tripping,
I'm trippin' and I ain't even walkin'
I'm trippin', yeah I'm tripping,
Slowly overdosing, everything in slow motion
VERSE 1
Tripping off that powder, look like flour, get baked up
Save none for later, cut it with a razor get my face cut
Mouth dripping, eyelids flipping, time is slipping
Hyper speed, uhhh, slow me down, somebody light the weed
Fighting to breathe, hold it in
I got golden showers for whoever want a golden chin
So baby, say the word and I'll hit the switch
We can get as twisted as the fingers I pose for pictures with
CHORUS
I'm trippin', yeah I'm tripping,
I'm trippin' and I ain't even walkin'
I'm trippin', yeah I'm tripping,
I ain't moving but I'm feeling exhaustion
I'm trippin, yeah I'm tripping,
I'm trippin and I ain't even walkin'
I'm trippin, yeah I'm tripping
Slowly overdosing, everything in slow motion
VERSE 2
Standing in a coffin, when the walls start closing in
Inhale it deep like it's a bay window opening
Far fresh air, toxic fumes blooming
Turn the dial 'til my brain on poppy seeds is tuned in
Looming beneath skulls and crossbones
Ding dong whoever's there I'm not home
And won't be back soon, under influence of paraphernalia
Waiting for my abduction rocking freemason regalia
CHORUS
I'm trippin', yeah I'm tripping,
I'm trippin' and I ain't even walkin'
I'm trippin', yeah I'm tripping,
I ain't moving but I'm feeling exhaustion
I'm trippin', yeah I'm tripping,
I'm trippin' and I ain't even walkin'
I'm trippin', yeah I'm tripping,
Slowly overdosing, everything in slow motion
My Ninjas
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Back Alley, Brash, Brooding, Crew, Crude, Dangerous, Defiant, Eerie, Frightening, Gang, Gritty, Hostile, Humorous, Mean, Menacing, Murder, Nasty, Ominous, Posse, Rough, Rowdy, Rumble, Scary, Streets, Threatening, Tough, Trouble, Underground, Unpredictable, Vicious, Violent, Vulgar, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
84
Key:
F♯/G♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
My Ninjas
CHORUS
My ninjas wear black black black
they don't got swords, what they got go clack clack clack clack
brass knuckles make your ribs crack crack crack crack
body shots make your head snap back back back back
VERSE 1
Black mask, black gloves, blast slugs, single handed
Other hand the middle finger up your girl that's where she landed
and she rub it right, all night, lick it like a lollipop
All I see's the top of her head like it's a barbershop
So don't get heated cuz the bucket chose a heavy hitter
the whole crew hit her and dumped her like cheap liquor
We could pop glocks, or throw fists, any or all
When we roll through turning high noon to night fall
CHORUS
My ninjas wear black black black
They don't got swords, what they got go clack clack clack clack
Brass knuckles make your ribs crack crack crack crack
Body shots make your head snap back back back back
VERSE 2
High off dust, snatching collars, choking throats
Rock the boat, no survivors, under the black smoke
Body count for the toe tags and body bags
Check yourself before the sawed off shotty bangs
The block is hot, squeezing burners, raise the temperature
Hollow points hit ya, leave ya holy without the scripture
Rip ya, bone and flesh, rush to where the cash is
All this while I take toke and dust the ashes
CHORUS
My ninjas wear black black black
They don't got swords, what they got go clack clack clack clack
Brass knuckles make your ribs crack crack crack crack
Body shots make your head snap back back back back
BRIDGE
What you ready for, getting raw, hit the floor
What you ready for, getting raw, hit the floor
What you ready for, getting raw, hit the floor
Taking all you got still looking for more
What you ready for, getting raw, hit the floor
What you ready for, getting raw, hit the floor
What you ready for, getting raw, hit the floor
Run up in your spot taking all that you got
VERSE 3
Creepin' through the territory, markin it up
Roll heavy like blunts sparkin it up
Short fuse, lose ya life, by the barrel or knife
Heating up like ya standing over lighters in a crack pipe
Get your facts right, know the rules, and who rules the streets
Straight up and down in the flesh, play for keeps
So gimme dat, that's how I'm living
Sniffing lines from the cleavage all the way down to the kitten
Cutting Throats
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Angry, City, Crime, Criminal, Dangerous, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Frightening, Gang, Ghetto, Intimidating, Jail, Mean, Menacing, Ominous, Prison, Raw, Rough, Scary, Street, Tough, Underground, Vicious, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synths
BPM:
102
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Cutting Throats
Break'em take'em for whatever they got, run the jewels
Heat in the holster always stay hot, gunning the fools
Sonning whole crews, when we roll through
Bow down and stay down, before the loaded clip fold you
I got cold shoulders, and cold veins that hold steady cold steel,
Aim and blow brains
Spaghetti stained sidewalks, nighthawks swooping down
Taking all that you got or your life, whoever new in town
Back the FFF Up
Back the FFF Up
Roll up on'em like what, what, what
Back the FFF Up
Back the FFF Up
The game is cut throat so that throat gets cut
What's mine is mine, what's yours is mine, you get repo'd
I got keys for the city, keys short for kilos
Pistol to your peephole, knock knock who is it
Blockah blockah, to the dome, with the chrome, nobody home
Gunsmoke, weed smoke, chicks wanna rub and tug
motorboat them bras til the strap pop, keep the hammer cocked
Shel ls rock bells, ricochet, stray shots spray
Like raid on a roach who try to approach this
Can't Stop
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Bottle Service, Club, Cocky, Confident, Determined, Downtown, Energy, Fame, Famous, Late Night, Night Club, Night Life, Party, Playful, Reality TV, Strip Club, Swaggering
Instruments:
Drums, Synths
BPM:
76
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Can't Stop
Verse 1
oh yah we rocking with it, oh yah we leaning/
grinning with the gold out, oh yah we teething/
it's open season, everything is fair game/
going with my gut gonna wing it like airplane/
keepin it fly, can't deny we on the vibe/
while the haters order vapours with the feelings on the side/
cuz we breathing in the high winning whatever we want to/
believing in the motto but you only die once too/
bust through the barricade, breaking out the cages/
taking center stage and rubbing it in haters' faces/
crowd is outrageous, the energy's contagious/
forget the guest list we on the playlist, we famous/
Chorus
Can't stop won't stop, rocking til we get up to the top
struggling, bubbling ready to pop
Can't stop won't stop, rocking til we get up to the top
looking down while we wearing the crown
Oh yah we got, you wanna get it (X4)
Verse 2
shining like a prism, putting paint where it isn't/
brains got the chains, and we breaking out of the prison/
we on a mission, moving like pistons in an engine/
breaking tradition, breaking from superstition, just listen/
for the pin to drop, the pistol pop, off to the race/
the paper chase, raise the roof then tear the roof off of the place/
got the girls whining their waist, and pumping their hips/
whatever happens out of town just button your lips/
you gotta do what you gotta, nothing to keep but your word/
keep it hotter than lava, but stay cooler than icebergs/
poppin bottles, full throttle, supermodels in line/
I don't worry bout yours, you ain't gotta worry bout mine/
We Gone Keep It Rollin
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
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Subcategories:
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Keywords:
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Instruments:
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BPM:
96
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
We Gone Keep It Rollin
Chorus
We gone keep it rolling
Moving on a brighter day
Try to pull me down but I'll never slow up
Hop on if you're coming my way
We gone keep it rolling
Moving on a brighter day
Smiling cuz I see the silver lining
Hop on if you're coming my way
Verse 1
I came a long way, reversin' the wrong way
Detour, around manure, paid dues and got paid
Crash and burn, lose and learn, knuckle up, keep hitting
Put your hands to the ceiling, live a life worth living
It's a target worth hitting, it's prize worth getting
A hustle worth sweating, no stopping, no question
No need for confessions, I'm clean
I got a cup of caffeine I'm looking for the cream
Chorus
We gone keep it rolling
Moving on a brighter day
Try to pull me down but I'll never slow up
Hop on if you're coming my way
We gon keep it rolling
Moving on a brighter day
Smiling cuz I see the silver lining
Hop on if you're coming my way
Verse 2
It ain't the dog in the fight, it's the fight in the dog
Following my dreams like a fog light in a fog
It's a matter of time, so I'm turning the cog
To wind up my watch, it's like I'm lighting a log
To light a fire in me, burn bridges if they tempt me
They ain't no friend of me, if they see me half empty
No room for pride, this where jealousy dies
If you're with me hit me up and hop on for the ride
Army Of One
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Category:
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Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angels, Army, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Bullet, City, Clown Dancing, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Dying, East LA, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Killers, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Mean, Mug Shot, Murder, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Prison, Radio, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Struggle, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence, War
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
84
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Army Of One
ARMY OF ONE
Chorus:
I'm an Army of One
I don't trust nothin' but the end of my gun
When I'm in da hood, boy ya better run
Or ya gonna hafta answer to an Army of One
Ya better stand down or you'll be six feet under
Ya think ya own the streets well you ain't seen this mutha
I don't need no G to help me get it done
Cuz I'm an Army of One, yeah I'm an Army of One
Look at my grill
Betta grab ya shield
Or kryptonite tonight
Cuz I'm gonna drill
As soon as I see you
I'm a aim for ya dome
Precisely, boy I'm nice – Please!
I'm sqeezin' my chrome
Bl....att just like that
You in the parking lot of the club writhin' on ya back
And I ain't worried about a case
If they can't see ya face
And ya hands is missin'
After they deep sea fish ya!
Dey like to Rah Rah wit dat Blah Blah
Boy you'll mess around I'll have you screamin for ya Mama
We can pop tha trunk
If you wanna get crunk
Ya cover's blown crony
Dog, I know you a punk
I do my dirt on my own
I'm a rider solo playa- decide I'm sendin' you home
I bang on site
And when the time is right
You'll see me comin' up ya block
You in the danger zone tonight
Repeat Chorus
I got mo gunz
Chronic smoke in my lungs
I want you I won't stop until the task is done
We can tear the club up so what you got a crew
I'll take you sissies out when I pull these duel
Glock.45's as ya runnin' ya lips
It becomes real clear
When I unzip these clips
Give me all ya loot
Give me ya shoes
What u lookin' at sucka
Fool, run ya jewels
What happed to all that barkin' man
Y'all was laughin'
Runnin' round the club it was kinda bafflin'
Cause you know how I do my thing
Them tramps in ya ear had you gassed
So much drama I'll bring
Keep my head on a swivel
Smoke some weed- a little 'gnac
In da middle of the night
The last sound you heard was CRACK!!
No prints
No murder weapon
Roll one, Relax
A day in the life of a real G wearin' all black!
Repeat Chorus
Get caught up in ya hype
Playa please believe
When tha cutlass bends the corner
Dog, I'm aimed to squeeze
Automatic filled ya attic
Now you anesthes'd
Did you think when you started the static
You'd end up RIP'd
Now they pourin' out the liquor
Sad remembrances
Family devastated
Shoulda checked yo sentences
You don't wanna rumble homey
All bravados crumble homey
When you act like you don't know me
I'm a leave ya family lonely!
Repeat Chorus
Welcome To The South
Artist(s): Zone Lo
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Writer(s):
Lorzone Mong Lo (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Badass, Buzzing, Concert, Confident, Cool, Drugs, Echoes, Energy, Heavy Bass, High, Hyped Up, Intoxicated, Laid Back, Letting Loose, Money, Night Club, Party, Performance, Smokey, Smooth, Swagger, Under The Influence
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
135
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Welcome To The South
WELCOME TO THE SOUTH
VERSE 1
Welcome to the South
The sound of the music yeah that's how we get loud
Drumming on wax now beat your jumpman's out
The bass hits your face, ending up on a couch
That's how we do it in the dirty south
CHORUS 1
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, Dirty South (4X)
VERSE 2
Out here chasing paper, try to catch a fade
Wanna flip the script, money three ways
Catch him in them hallways, playing mind games
On the rooftop, catch him man I'm too paid
Yeah, turn em in, we turn you out
They ain't catchin' me slipping, yeah that's how you go out
Yeah flip the bird, end up on a couch
It's a wrap, when we turn it out, in the
CHORUS 1
VERSE 3
Yeah Money makes this money man go round
Hit me with that drummer boy, yeah let's go make that sound
Turn it up, yeah go crazy jump the crowd,
Turn it up, let's go one time let's make it loud
Make it loud, turn it up let's make it loud
Make it loud, turn it up let's make it loud
Yeah yeah yeah, Welcome to the South
CHORUS 2
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
Yeah, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
VERSE 4
Dirty Birdies, playing you hurry
Drop em off at the fifty-yard line and keep em working
No averting, turn the page, flip the perc
Another dot for ya, that's how we keep em working
Jumpin' Loud, jumpin' loud til the crowds go home
Jumpin' loud, tell em how, til the roads is gone
Jumpin' loud, tell em now, yeah we stayin' afloat
Money last til your gassed out, endin' up broke
CHORUS 3
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
Yeah, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
Yeah, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
OUTRO
(Yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
Dirty South
(Oh, yeah)
Dirty South
(yeah oh)
Welcome to the South
(yeah oh)
You Mean Everything To Me
Artist(s): Jaquan Grand
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Writer(s):
Jaquan Lamar Grant (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Admiration, Adversity, Atmospheric, Chill, Dependable, Encouragement, Floating, Hard Working, Hazy, Heartfelt, Honesty, Laid Back, Loving, Loyal, Mellow, Motivation, Overcoming Struggle, Police, Smooth, Sweet, Tender, True Love, Vibe, Warm
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Flute, Siren, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
78
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
You Mean Everything To Me
YOU MEAN EVERYTHING TO ME
CHORUS 1
If you tell me we gone ride we gone ride that's on me
You always had my back while I was rapping over beats
Said you always would be down even If I'm jammed up by police
And I put this on my life
You mean everything, you mean everything to me
(You mean everything, you mean everything) You mean everything
(You mean everything, you mean everything) You mean everything
(You mean everything, you mean everything) You mean everything
You mean everything, you mean everything to me
VERSE 1
Everything we could of been
Thinking about them times
That we should have end
But we stayed together
Through the thick and thin
Now we busy plotting on them Benjamins
Building up our credit
Tryna change the place we living in
I know through all my ways it get really hard to relish in this moment
And every day's a challenge
And it's hard to be heroic
You put it on your shoulders
But I promise you, you don't have to worry cuz I'm on it
And this will bring us closer
And now we getting older
The times changing
But I won't stop the grind till we good and we all made it
Want you to have the world
Give you your all favorites
Cause you a special girl
One of the world's greatest I thank you for it
And like my babies you're the most important
Give me the push that's gone keep me going
You got my back I got your back and that won't ever change
I put that on anything
You know you mean everything.
CHORUS 2
If you tell me we gone ride we gone ride that's on me
You always had my back while I was rapping over beats
Said you always would be down even if I'm jammed up by police
And I put this on my life
You mean everything, you mean everything to me
(You mean everything, you mean everything) You mean everything
(You mean everything, you mean everything) You mean everything
(You mean everything, you mean everything) You mean everything
You mean everything, you mean everything to me
(You mean everything, you mean everything, you mean everything)
You mean everything, you mean everything
You mean everything, you mean everything to me
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