Tracks Similar To Playtime
When The Lights Go Down
Artist(s): Vega Heartbreak
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Writer(s):
Orlando L. Rowe (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Carefree, Celebrate, Club, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Cruising, Dance Floor, Debauchery, Drinking, Drugs, Explicit Lyrics, Frat House, Fun, Good Time, Late Night, Marijuana, Night Club, Party, Playful, Smoke, Smoking, Strip Club, Swagger, Trap, Weed
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
70
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
When The Lights Go Down
CHORUS:
Green is in my blunt
Purple in my cup
Pour it up
Girl drink all you, say you had enough
Throw it up
Realest in the city getting money
Yea you know it's Us
We don't ever die we come alive when the lights go down
Light it up this youngin smoking trees
This youngin popping pagne
For all my victories
Got on about 30 chains
they call me Mr Freeze
One I never do
I don't do s*** for free
First thing in thinking about
What she gone do for me
If she see 50 coming
Is she going to help me flee
Go flush them Os and Ps
You know we play for keeps
We setting records in this b****
Go and call Ripleys
CHORUS
I'm just a b***** child
I'm feeling ratchet now
Balling like I'm claiming 10 kids on my taxes now
You getting super swerved
I'm getting super rode
She say I drive her crazy
She say you super drove
Young n***** came from nothing
I'm talking ebt, couldn't afford no cable
Antenna on my tv
Now we in Mercedes Gs
Spending Rap money
Fresher than a n**** who just got his tax money
Put It Up High
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:
Bouncy, Carefree, Celebrate, Cocky, Cool, Cruising, Dance Floor, Debauchery, Drinking, Drugs, Frat House, Fun, Good Time, Late Night, Night Club, Party, Playful, Strip Club, Swag, Swagger, Trap
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
80
Key:
C
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Put It Up High
Verse 1
We faded cuz we made it, celebrate it cuz we own it/
take it in and hold it, pass it to the left before you blow it/
it's the crew you wanna roll with, no looking back just stepping foward/
put it up in the air, if they got a grudge then they can hold it/
we ain't seeing that, being that they know wassup/
we just trying to get, soaking wet, so fill up a cup/
trying to slide up to a fly chick who's given it up/
riding with no seatbelt living it up, not giving a what/
Chorus
yah we put it up high, yah we put it high/
holding whatever gets us in the vibe when we ride/
yah we put it up high, yah we put it high/
take it in and hold it disappear into the sky/
yah we swerving, trying not to spill our drinks/
yah we swerving, music so loud can't even think/
the party don't stop every night of the week/
the next night, put the last night on repeat
the next night, put the last night on repeat
the next night, put the last night on repeat
Verse 2
turning it up, letting it bang, doin our thang/
ain't caring who's staring, you glaring we bearing our fangs/
so just chill with the feedback, we don't need that, where the weed at/
who's popping we rocking, they jocking best believe we be that/
stacking paper, rolling paper, spark it and blaze/
til the fume fills the room, and the wallpaper fades/
shorty twerking, like them hips wanna jump jump jump/
take it to the parking lot if shorty wanna pop the trunk/
Chorus
Right Now
Artist(s): Tay F. 3rd
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Writer(s):
Deonte Kim (BMI) 50% / Ty Frankel (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Reality TV
Keywords:
After Party, Alley, Bling, Boisterous, Bottle Service, Brash, Club, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Dance Floor, Explicit Lyrics, Fun, Funny, Girls, Good Time, Grinding, LA, Late Night, Limousine, Models, Money, Party, Ratchet, Rousing, Rowdy, Street, Swag, Swagger, Tough, Trouble, VIP
Instruments:
Bass, Bells, Drums, Percussion, Synth
BPM:
93
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Right Now
I'm about to buy me a whip
Cause I remember sittin' on the bench
I remember I remember when I didn't have s***
Every weed sack I bought for somebody getting pinched
Couldn't pay my rent now that's just a day spent
Diamonds in my chains make you do an Asian squint
Jack Chan I stunt
Ooooo she old news last month
True we didn't wear those much
Only thing we could afford was some Dickies and some Chucks
Now its Ferragamo belts, new shoes in my shelf
God my favorite artist ever cause he made myself
Imma master pieces, Mona Lisa is jealous
If we was alive the same time I would of hit and left her
I said I'm really fly right now
Really feeling like the guy right now
My arrogance is really high right now
And if you got a problem you can try right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now
I said I'm feeling like the guy right now
My arrogance is really high right now
I said I'm really feeling fly right
I think I'm too good off myself
Spend my money myself
I don't need no help
Money money get a dollar spend it quick
Threezy Threezy never broke bets believe I got the fix
Believe I got the chicks, believe I got the piff
Believe I got the chips but if you ain't drop 5 then you not hitting shit
I said I'm confident and cocky and I'm all of the above
Stay higher than a dove that's rolled up a dub
I roll to the club picking out who I want
All i said is my name bets believe she gon' f***
Like a vacuum she suck, tell her get away
Your girlfriend front row yelling for a give away
High key your girlfriend wanna get at Tay
She better try out cause I'm living like eliminate
Any opposition on mommas I'll eliminate
Think I got a sweet tooth how I'm getting cake
Ohhh you think I had fetish how I'm getting weight
But I'm talking money n nothing here bummy
All About The Music
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, Rap
Keywords:
After Party, Anthemic, Attraction, Bedroom, Champagne, Chill, Confidence, Cool, Dance, Desire, Driving, Energetic, Feel Good, Fun, Good Times, Happiness, Hope, Mellow, New Beginning, New Day, Optimistic, Party, Positive, Romantic, Sensual, Sexy, Upbeat, Youth
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Piano, Vocal Samples
BPM:
94
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
All About The Music
Reach down in your soul if you want it
want everybody to flaunt it
cause now we gettin up on it
from dusk to the dawn of morning
the past isn't important
just give yourself to the moment
let it envelop your body like the finest clothes imported
from exotic places
faces faded like in dreams
let me pinch you on your jeans
and convince you to believe
take my hand fly with me to neverland
we don't need to look behind us
let the music just remind us
CHORUS
That we always got a way out
tell the DJ let it play out
aint no need for no excuses
just make every move about the music
Yea every day we going out
I'm a tell you what it's all about
yeah that's just the way it's going down
I'm a tell you what it's all about
Once the rhythm gets inside of you
there ain't nothing more that I can do
it may turn you to an animal
let me bite what's right behind you like a cannibal
nah I just want a gaze at your face like some artwork
admiring your white bra
spying through your dark shirt
turn it up a little louder
make it rain in this place like we taking money showers
like the beat gives you super strength
dance until you can't
someone pour another drink
someone rolling up the dank
we gon take it to the moon
we don't need to look behind us
let the music just remind us
Pilots
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, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
After Party, Bedroom, Bling, Chill, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Dance, Dreamy, Druggy, Enticing, Flight, Flirtatious, Flying, High, Hypnotic, Intoxicated, Jewelry, Limo, Party, Sexy, Smooth, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Trippy, Vibe, Vibey
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Pads, Piano, Synths
BPM:
80
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Pilots
CHORUS:
Shh, Be quiet
Nothing left to do but just vibe
it's time to touch the sky like we pilots
Touch the sky like we pilots
Ooh we flying. I don't think you ever been this high
yea we gonna touch the sky like we pilots. touch the sky like we pilots
You know you're down for the ride
I'm a show you how it's done right
Touch the sky like we pilots. Touch the sky like we pilots
Feel the motion flowin' inside
Let go have the time of your life touch the sky like we pilots
Touch the sky like with pilots
Tell me as you digging what I'm putting forth
or is it buried much too deeply closer to the core.
May be you gave your heart too freely to the one before
right now is all about the feeling check your problems at the door
You like where this is going, then move a little closer
Put your hands up like you're on a roller coaster
Dip it low then back up to attention like a soldier
Yeah I know I said I wanna get to know ya, but first you gotta
CHORUS
Yes just a feeling that we get gonna touch the ceiling no regrets then forget
Anything that happened previous tonight was just a test reading for the lead role top billing it's your destiny
Top floor suite everybody feel the beat. While the bass overtaking your body till complete
I know I said I want to get to know you but first I gotta show ya
close your eyes baby
CHORUS
2 Much
Artist(s): Billy Gram
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Writer(s):
Jorodd Phillips (ASCAP) 50% / Ty Frankel (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions
Keywords:
After Party, Aggressive, Carefree, Cars, Cash, Club, Cocky, Confident, Drugs, Explicit Lyrics, Freewheeling, Money, Playful, Posse, Radio, Riding, Rowdy, Streets, Swag, West Coast, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Bells, Drums, Percussion, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
91
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
2 Much
Oh my God, uh Oh my God
Just let me do my thing
VERSE
All my niggas all real niggas
707 young field niggas
Used to rock the Fila with my Hilfiger
Then I got the chevy let it peel nigga
Trill nigga I just want a black card
I just hit the backyard, runnin from the cop car
Yadadamean my nig serve the fiends that berries n cream no blapstar
Woke up feeling like a trapstar
Pull up in the hood gripping wood no Hacksaw
No games, thats Capcom
All izm it ain't even got a app for
Said I represent the Flats boy
Trap jumping you can't even hit the backboard
Oh my God Gram don't know how to act boy
I guess I'm stunting, I should probably make them ask for it
HOOK
I smoke too much weed
I'm on too much heem
Just let me do my thing
VERSE
Been about business since '88
Why you fake pimping get your paper straight
Early morning shift trying to make a play
S*** I was broke for a minute had to make a way
Blowing on cookie, Earvin- swerving
All black in the back of that suburban
Whole team working, Heem team, I don't do the Bourbon
Somebody tell these niggas that it's curtains
Perfect, yes- Baby am I worth it? Yes
If it's money on line I deserve a check
Keep a bunny on line with some perfect neck
A1 I just get up in her purse and jet
No flex zone, neck gold Fadavi piece
Woe is me, oh my god like I hit the lottery
Please don't bother me, I just want to roll up- hold up
Couple double cups somebody pour up
HOOK
OUTRO
Nigga I don't give a f***
Said we don't give a f***
Nigga I don't give a f***
Little nigga give a f***
Nigga I don't give a f***
Nigga we don't give a f***
Nigga gave no f***
Nigga
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
Lose Your Pants
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
Keywords:
Attraction, Clubbing, Cocky, Dance Party, Erotic, Flaunting, Flirty, Flossing, Fresh, Grinding, Gritty, Horny, Hot Girl, Late Night, Lewd, Money, Night Life, Provocative, Risque, Seduction, Sensual, Sexual, Steamy, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2014
BPM:
150
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Lose Your Pants
LOSE YOUR PANTS (CLEAN)
INTRO
Yuh
Make that up and down make that make that up and down
Make that up and down make that make that up and down
Make that up and down make that make that up and down
Make that up and down make that ass go up and down
CHORUS
D**n
See me in the club on my grown man
A whole lot of dough will make them h**s dance
Aye up and down the pole she do it with no hands
Club on smash well that was the whole plan
Now make that up and down
Make that make that up and down
Make that up and down
Make that make that up and down
Gone do your dance for Mr. Andrew
And Mr. Benjamin could make you lose them pants to bust it
VERSE 1
She stripping to pay her college dues
Somewhere down in malibu
A single mother shorty got to do
What shorty got to do
A stripper what she proud to be
And she says it happily
Love the way you move that's why I keep throwing my salary
Keep moving h*e
B***h keep burning calories
Honestly watching you up and down making it hard to breathe
I got what you need and you got what I want
Aye put that p***y in my face I get straight to the point
Bust it, bust it, bust it
B***h it aint up for discussion
Move it, move it, move it
And she do it like it nothing
Some seduction and some touching with some b*****g cause I'm on
Never cuffing I'm just f*****g with some suction then I'm gone rookies
CHORUS
VERSE 2
B***h I make it rain
Something like the weather man
Do you get the picture the opposite of the camera man
A grown a*s man
I got a lot of bad b*****s
Beat the p***y up I give the s**t a few stitches
Money hoes and clothes that's all I f*****g know
Living life with big dreams and putting tags on tolls
It's crazy in this h*e don't know who is friend or foe
F**k his girl I'm out the door and now she calling for some more
See I'm a grown a** man
F**k is yall thinking
VIP at club naked so you know what I'm drinking
Throwing back the shots
Calling up the thots
And if you aint f*****g with me n***a you f*****g opp lets go
CHORUS
______________________________________
LOSE YOUR PANTS (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
Yuh
Make that up and down make that make that up and down
Make that up and down make that make that up and down
Make that up and down make that make that up and down
Make that up and down make that ass go up and down
CHORUS
Damn
See me in the club on my grown man
A whole lot of dough will make them hoes dance
Aye up and down the pole she do it with no hands
Club on smash well that was the whole plan
Now make that up and down
Make that make that up and down
Make that up and down
Make that make that up and down
Gone do your dance for Mr. Andrew
And Mr. Benjamin could make you lose them pants to bust it
VERSE 1
She stripping to pay her college dues
Somewhere down in malibu
A single mother shorty got to do
What shorty got to do
A stripper what she proud to be
And she says it happily
Love the way you move that's why I keep throwing my salary
Keep moving hoe
Bitch keep burning calories
Honestly watching you up and down making it hard to breathe
I got what you need and you got what I want
Aye put that pussy in my face I get straight to the point
Bust it, bust it, bust it
Bitch it aint up for discussion
Move it, move it, move it
And she do it like it nothing
Some seduction and some touching with some busting cause I'm on
Never cuffing I'm just fucking with some suction then I'm gone rookies
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Bitch I make it rain
Something like the weather man
Do you get the picture the opposite of the camera man
A grown ass man
I got a lot of bad bitches
Beat the pussy up I give the shit a few stitches
Money hoes and clothes that's all I fucking know
Living life with big dreams and putting tags on tolls
It's crazy in this hoe don't know who is friend or foe
Fuck his girl I'm out the door and now she calling for some more
See I'm a grown ass man
Fuck is yall thinking
VIP at club naked so you know what I'm drinking
Throwing back the shots
Calling up the thots
And if you aint fucking with me nigga you fucking opp lets go
CHORUS
Go Crazy
Artist(s): Monk da Monsta x CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 50% / Samuel Lawerence Gaymon Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, 2000s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Attitude, Bounce, Club, Crazy, Crunk, Dance, Dirty, Drinking, Energy, Freewheeling, Good Time, Hard, Hood, House, Hype, Party, Raucous, Shots, Strip Club, Tough, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Pads, Percussion, Synths
BPM:
99
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Go Crazy
CHORUS:
When u hear the beat bump Go Crazy
Everybody on the floor Go Crazy
We ain't neva gonna stop Go Crazy
Go Crazy go crazy
Get up get down, let me see you move
Get up get down, let me see you move
Get it get it! All about my business
I don't kno what you been doing, but this here you gott witness.
World wide rocker, yea we get busy break you off something proper! Hotter then lava!
Headed out to cali, never been to Cali, So we headed out to Cali search for for Maui!
Rock wit me, yea the fashion fresh, late night in the clubs gotta look the best! Got my stunna shades on jewelry on ice! Don't care no trouble just enjoying life, Like! Yacht parties wit a gorgeous wife! Like! Hitting the lotto for a million twice yikrs,!
You gotta move wit it! To left to the right theres a groove wit it! Bounce! You gotta move wit, to the left to the right you gotta groove wit it! BOUNCE!
CHORUS
Soon as we step up in the door everybody had be turnin.
Then once we step on the floor you can smell the fire burnin
teach em lessons like they learnin
only thing I know for certain is that C and monsta shut it down time to close the curtain.
The show's over.
Anyone stepping up get rolled over.
Once they dance with me the honeys give the man the cold shoulder.
Tell the DJ bring it back.
We aint never gonna stop until the CD starts to crack.
Skip skippin on em.
Make em fall like autumn.
Consistently dropping hits on they heads we drip drippin on em.
Leave them soakin wet from the sweat better tell whoever's next get prepared to face the best.
Bounce.
You gotta move with it.
To the left to the right There's a groove with it
bounce.
You gotta move with it.
To the left to the right There's a groove with it
Bounce.
CHORUS
Senorita
Artist(s): Axel Bauer
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Writer(s):
Axel Bauer (AKM) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Comedy, Hip Hop, Instrumental, R&B, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions
Keywords:
After Party, Beach, Chill, City, Cruising, Feel Good, Florida, Funky, Funny, Hanging Out, Hotel, Island, Laid Back, Late Night, Limo, Miami, Minimal, Night Club, Party, Pool, Quirky, Reality TV, Shopping, Smooth, Tasking, Vacation, West Coast
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Keyboard, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
93
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
I Won't Back Down
Artist(s): Axel Bauer
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Writer(s):
Axel Bauer (AKM) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Comedy, Hip Hop, Instrumental, R&B, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions
Keywords:
After Party, Chill, City, Cruising, Feel Good, Funky, Funny, Goofy, Hanging Out, Laid Back, Late Night, Limo, Minimal, Night Club, Party, Quirky, Reality TV, Shopping, Smooth, Tasking, West Coast
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Keyboard, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
95
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Boyz In The Hood
Artist(s): Axel Bauer
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Writer(s):
Axel Bauer (AKM) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Comedy, Hip Hop, Instrumental, R&B, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions
Keywords:
After Party, Cars, Chill, City, Cruising, Feel Good, Funky, Funny, Goofy, Hanging Out, Laid Back, Late Night, Limo, Minimal, Night Club, Party, Quirky, Reality TV, Shopping, Smooth, Tasking, West Coast
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Keyboard, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
94
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
For The Money
Artist(s): Tay F. 3rd
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Writer(s):
Deonte Kim (BMI) 50% / Ty Frankel (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Reality TV
Keywords:
Aggressive, Ambition, Bling, Cars, Club, Decadence, Determined, Drug Deal, Drug Dealer, Drugs, Explicit Lyrics, Fame, Greed, Hype, Money, Motivation, Party, Rich, Riding, Streets, Swagger, Thug, Tough, West Coast
Instruments:
Bass, Bells, Drums, Percussion, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
97
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
For The Money
Get it up, get it up
Get it up, get it up (Ayy)
Get it up, get it up
Get it up, get it up (I said I do this for the money)
Yeah, I be out all night
Tell my mama I'ma be alright (Yeah, I do this for the money)
Never be the reason she rich, all she get is bubble gum and hard d*** (Yeah, I do this for the money)
If rappin' don't work then it's kilos, I got a plug on the d-low
I could never go broke, and you could use that as a quote (Yeah, I do this for the money)
Elementary taught me math, easily a nigga passed
Ever since I was a youngin' I was counting mama cash
I used to steal it out her purse, I knew every stash
Double up the thing in half and I put the shit back
I was thuggin', never stole from the store, man
I was busy hitting licks on the door man
We was wildin', and we getting violent
Everybody twisting fingers on that chi chi time man
Grown man, and I'm still on that same s***
Why? I tell em boy, cause I ain't rich
I be going to hard just to make it last
Everybody making money so I know I can
Most niggas die for p****
If she broke, I'd rather ghost ride the p****
Cause money over humans, not women
I've been getting that since I was an imbecile
Yeah, I be out all night
Tell my mama I'ma be alright (Yeah, I do this for the money)
Never be the reason she rich, all she get is bubble gum and hard d*** (Yeah, I do this for the money)
If rappin' don't work then it's kilos, I got a plug on the d-low
I could never go broke, and you could use that as a quote (Yeah, I do this for the money)
Yeah, I be out all night
Tell my mama I'ma be alright (Yeah, I do this for the money)
Never be the reason she rich, all she get is bubble gum and hard d*** (Yeah, I do this for the money)
If rappin' don't work then it's kilos, I got a plug on the d-low
I could never go broke, and you could use that as a quote (Yeah, I do this for the money)
Yeah, I do this for the money
Yeah, I do this for the money
For the money
Yeah I, y-yeah I do this for the money
For the money
We Gone Keep It Rollin
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:
Aggressive, Bravado, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Energy, Frat House, Freewheeling, Fun, Good Time, Nightlife, Party, Playful, Rowdy, Swagger
Instruments:
Drums, Percussion, Saxophone, Vibraphone
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
Pop Life
Artist(s): Arsonist
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Writer(s):
Christopher Jenkins (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions
Keywords:
After Party, Chill, City, Cruising, Laid Back, Late Night, Minimal, Night Club, Reality TV, Reflecting, Smooth
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
98
Key:
C
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Let Me Take You Home
Artist(s): Mark Cross
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Club, Dance, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B
Keywords:
After Party, Auto Tune, Bedroom, Bottle Service, Chill, Club, Commercial, Drinks, First Date, Flirtatious, Fun, Hot, Intimate, Love Making, Party, Passionate, Playa, Player, Playful, Radio, Raunchy, Relationship, Romantic, Sensual, Sex, Sexy, Smooth, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Percussion, Synthesizer
BPM:
93
Key:
A♯m/B♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Let Me Take You Home
LET ME TAKE YOU HOME
CHORUS:
Let me take you home, don't cha know
Imma be the one for you
Gonna get you close, before you know
Gonna do that thing I do
Let me take you home, don't cha know
Imma be the one for you
Gonna get you close, before you know
Gonna do that thing I do
Let me take you home - let me take you home
Let me take you home - let me take you home
Hey girl wait a minute where you goin' now
Did I move on you too fast
Yea I know girl we just met now
But you're makin' me want you bad
Don't walk away ya don't have to be alone
I know you feel just like I feel
Stop playin' games save it for the bedroom
I'll make your fantasies come for real
Oh oh – oh oh
Turn it up don't turn it down turn it down
Oh oh – oh oh
CHORUS
Hey girl can't ya see I'm so into you
It's getting' late but we got all night
I'll make ya hot lemme find the spot now
I got the whip lemme take you for a ride
Such a hottie sexy little body
The way ya move drives me outta my mind
Baby lose your head slip 'n slide in my bed
You been wantin' it all this time
Oh oh – oh oh
Turn it up don't turn it down turn it down
Oh oh – oh oh
CHORUS
Imma be – imma be – imma be the one for you baby
Imma be – imma be – imma be the one for you baby
Imma be – imma be – imma be the one for you baby
Imma be – imma be
CHORUS
Freak
Artist(s): St. John
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Writer(s):
Richard Trapp (BMI) 50% / Steven Kyle Mack (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Alley, Barrio, Bouncy, City, Club, Dark, Drugs, Energetic, Ethnic, Exotic, Flirtatious, Freaky, Fun, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Good Time, Guns, Hot, Kinky, Laid Back, Mean, Middle Eastern, Party, Playful, Promo, Sexy, Sports, Street, Strip Club, Teen, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
96
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Freak
FREAK
CHORUS
Freak slow out of control
Bounce bounce and creep ya roll
Freaky funky like an animal
Gaze like a lazer on the dance floor
VERSE 1
Frequently we freak mc's that blows in the breeze from the west indies
Santeria mama mia my name is st.john let me tell ya little something
About my favorite position anytime I rock upon the microphone
Delicious souls quite nice my mind remains vicious
Nobody come test comin out of my lips watch a part
Of 'em flip see these particles rip don't start I'ma trip
This is part of my grip I hold the microphone like I got total control
Cause im sippin never trippin call me loco loco
Cause I got the need gotta need gotta feed them freaks indeed
Ya never heard me but ask Joey D hes like the king of kings
Hes got ridiculous rings ya never heard me but ask Joey D
CHORUS
VERSE 2
J to the O E to the Y diamonds so tight rock the Mic
Freak we keep beats run the streets
Shinin like from a mile away you can hear them say
GO DIAMONDS GO DIAMONDS
I got a soundtrack in my back pack
Walk slow cause I know youre feelin that
Turn the bass up almost get a heart attack
Id like to give a shout out my man budda black
L to the E to the G G O got the old school b-boy studio
We aint takin it back we so funky in fact
If you saw me on the street youd just have to laugh
Im a paradox like a 22 that you catch
If you really saw the stash then youd do the math
CHORUS
So Fast
Artist(s): Kobey
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Writer(s):
Casey J Southards (BMI) 21.25% / Garry Jr Hervey (BMI) 15% / Kobey Logan Morri Silver (ASCAP) 42.50% / Mostafa Mansour (BMI) 21.25%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 42.50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 57.50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Atmospheric, Calm, Chill, Confidence, Cruising, Dreamy, Driving, Ethereal, Floating, Hazy, Laid Back, Mellow, Money, Moving Forward, Nostalgic, Relaxed, Smooth, Success, Swagger
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
75
Key:
D
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
So Fast
SO FAST (CLEAN)
CHORUS (2X)
I can't slow
My life it's been moving so fast
Like a Brinks truck
On the way to the cash
Yeah ya know
Smooth with it like I play jazz
Keep it calm cool fresh
She like how I'm laid back
VERSE 1
Catch a thrill
You on chill
I might take my whip out see what it can do foreal
Push the limits
Push the buttons on my b***h yeah she be trippin
But she love me like no kidding
Like no feeling when I'm in it
I been working like no other tryna take it past my city
Got a gift I jus keep giving
When the beat talk to me it's like a lecture and I listen
All my vibrations accurate specific
Vibe right rhythm ticking
Hold on wait ah yeah
That's my s**t
Let's get with it
Pour some shots she get litty
I been on wave it just keep getting bigger
Drip is dripper diamonds twister yeah my mood is hella chipper
Shining brighter then big dipper I'm a real mother f****n' go getta
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Mind calculating numbers
Doing numbers in a v8 running
They was slumped in a slumber
Took the lumber lit a fire now it's coming
Too hot to play under, yeah
Over head no warnin', yeah
I get checks from the pm till the am in the morning, yeah
I'm not worried 'bout much around
Stick to a one man army
I don't see the need
They ain't even got the best sight of me but I'm on it
Grinded up something then turned that to numbers
Them numbers ran up and then turned that to bundles
Kobey too cold better layer up and bundle
You talk and you claim that you hard but
Like something that's hard like a cookie that's burnt so you crumble
See I'm just a person that had him gift
Got tired of hitting them walls and hitting my s**t
I figured while here I might as well get
All that I can get
Invented a me
With no more excuses and no more reasons to not go and do it
So wavy and fresh but y'all flat and polluted
CHORUS (2X)
___________________________________
SO FAST (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS (2X)
I can't slow
My life it's been moving so fast
Like a Brinks truck
On the way to the cash
Yeah ya know
Smooth with it like I play jazz
Keep it calm cool fresh
She like how I'm laid back
VERSE 1
Catch a thrill
You on chill
I might take my whip out see what it can do foreal
Push the limits
Push the buttons on my bitch yeah she be trippin
But she love me like no kidding
Like no feeling when I'm in it
I been working like no other tryna take it past my city
Got a gift I jus keep giving
When the beat talk to me it's like a lecture and I listen
All my vibrations accurate specific
Vibe right rhythm ticking
Hold on wait ah yeah
That's my shit
Let's get with it
Pour some shots she get litty
I been on wave it just keep getting bigger
Drip is dripper diamonds twister yeah my mood is hella chipper
Shining brighter then big dipper I'm a real mother fuckin' go getta
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Mind calculating numbers
Doing numbers in a v8 running
They was slumped in a slumber
Took the lumber lit a fire now its coming
Too hot to play under
yeah
Over head no warnin
yeah
I get checks from the pm till the am in the morning
yeah
I'm not worried bout much around
Stick to a one man army
I don't see the need
They ain't even got the best sight of me but I'm on it
Grinded up something then turned that to numbers
Them numbers ran up and then turned that to bundles
Kobey too cold better layer up and bundle
You talk and you claim that you hard but
Like something that's hard like a cookie that's burnt so you crumble
See I'm just a person that had him gift
Got tired of hitting them walls and hitting my shit
I figured while here I might as well get
All that I can get
Invented a me
With no more excuses and no more reasons to not go and do it
So wavy and fresh but y'all flat and polluted
CHORUS (2X)
Been Dreamin'
Artist(s): Kobey
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Writer(s):
Garry Jr Hervey (BMI) 15% / Kobey Logan Morri Silver (ASCAP) 42.50% / Skyler Freedom Vick (ASCAP) 42.50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 85% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 15%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Calm, Chill, Cruising, Dreamy, Driving, Ethereal, Floating, Hazy, Instrospective, Laid Back, Looking Back, Mellow, Moving Forward, Nostalgic, Relaxed, Smooth
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
83
Key:
G♯m/A♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Been Dreamin'
BEEN DREAMIN'
CHORUS
I been dreaming ain't packed yet
I'm leaving I'm off that
I got a reason to go all in
I'm moving no stalling
Where you at I don't see you no more
round the back what's the talk the convo
call you back might just leave you on hold
at lot of y'all been coming round but you don't know know know
I been dreaming ain't packed yet
I'm leaving I'm off that
I got a reason to go all in
I'm moving no stalling
VERSE 1
Yeah Yeah
Came from the dirt out the concrete cracks
And I came bringing life like that small grass patch
I think they want me mad
I think I know they mad
So I shine like this and I smile like that
I just did my thing and you ain't did that
mad cause they just chill and I just fall back
getting more than racks putting all this time I won't get that back
I don't play bout mine
Shouldn't play bout yours
You just make bad moves
That's ok just learn
See that you too fried
Go and take that curve
Ima slide right by
Drifting one hand swerve
Hit the dash I can really go fast
If you really want to but I'm trying to relax
I'm riding round town with the stuff in the back
Let's just keep moving forward to this life on the track
CHORUS
Caribbean Night
Artist(s): Axel Bauer
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Writer(s):
Axel Bauer (AKM) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Comedy, Hip Hop, Instrumental, R&B, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions
Keywords:
After Party, Beach, Chill, City, Cruising, Feel Good, Florida, Funky, Funny, Hanging Out, Hotel, Island, Laid Back, Late Night, Limo, Miami, Minimal, Night Club, Party, Pool, Quirky, Reality TV, Shopping, Smooth, Tasking, Vacation, West Coast
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Keyboard, Steel Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
83
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Head Knocker
Artist(s): Axel Bauer
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Writer(s):
Axel Bauer (AKM) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, R&B, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions
Keywords:
After Party, Beverly Hills, Chill, City, Cruising, Feel Good, Laid Back, Late Night, Limo, Minimal, Night Club, Reality TV, Reflecting, Smooth, Tasking
Instruments:
Synths
BPM:
99
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Funky Brother From Another Mother
Artist(s): Axel Bauer
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Writer(s):
Axel Bauer (AKM) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Comedy, Hip Hop, Instrumental, R&B, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions
Keywords:
After Party, Chill, City, Cruising, Feel Good, Funky, Funny, Goofy, Laid Back, Late Night, Limo, Minimal, Night Club, Party, Quirky, Reality TV, Smooth, Tasking
Instruments:
Synths, Wah Wah Guitar
BPM:
102
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Let Go
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 50% / Scott Horton (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rap
Keywords:
Bright, Carefree, Carpe Diem, Club, College, Dance, Drinking, Flirty, Frat, Freedom, Fun, Girls, Good Time, Hanging Out, Happy, High School, House Party, Joy, Laid Back, Late Night, Loose, Moment, Party, Playful, Positive, Sexy, Spring Break, Summer, Young, Youth, Youthful
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Hand Claps, Piano, Scratches, Synth
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
105
Key:
B♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Let Go
Let go
Let your hair down baby let's roll
Bring all the friends that you can fit up in the Rolls
And we can do this all day, we can do this all night
If you thinkin that you diggin let me know
Let your mind relax and unwind
I been flirtin wit ya girl for sometime
And if we just let the song play
It cannot be the wrong way
Follow me so we can let go
Tell if your down to make a change in your life
I got the perfect remedy for all of your strife
You been workin so hard but your life is hardly workin
And the lines are getting blurred and that's all that you know for certain
But with just a little dose of the perfect blend of a drink
And the music that we're grooving to got you startin to think
That maybe you could put away your fears for the moment
And just hold my hand while we dance
Let's just float away
CHORUS
I see you like the words that I'm sayin
The DJ keeps spinnin it back let it replay
Dude I do this with my crew like every single day
So the party's never over till the music goes away
We got the drinks flowin, bottles on deck
Getting horny the way shorty is kissin up on my neck
Told her that we're leavin shortly but surely she's gotta pour me
Another glass of the vodka got my vision obscuring
With me it's never boring baby party all the time
From the night until the morning baby I'ma make you mine
To the sky is where we're soaring baby ain't no wait in line
Let go of all of your inhibitions leave it all behind
As we approach the intermission baby let me ease the tension
Anything you want you can have it
Oh did I mention I'm the best
The way I'm flowin got all of my money growin
So let's take another shot and embrace the moment
CHORUS
We In The Building
Artist(s): Monk da Monsta
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 50% / Samuel Lawerence Gaymon Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Attitude, Basketball, Bounce, Club, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Determined, Dirty, Drinking, Excited, Explicit Lyrics, Face Off, Football, Game Time, Going Out, Gutter, Match, Mean, Money, Party, Posse, Power, Pumped Up, Raw, Showdown, Sports, Squad, Strip Club, Swagger, Team, Winning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Hand Claps, Synths
BPM:
94
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
We In The Building
Caino beats, we here baby
monsta, gme, uh
its a new day
VERSE 1
All fresh bout to see what the night brings
should i hit em hard or hit em wit da light bling
whip tight, fresh shock detail
fresh black ice sent mixed with the weed smell
roof open, AC bumpng thou
i prolly do about a duece but im driving slow
i gotta make sure they see me
i talk a lot of s*** so i make them believe me
they fresh linguine, stuck like hemi
dey can take 100 shots but i got 1 that lean em
pockets stay creamy, yea you know I'm about mine
N***** think dey on, then I'm out an its drought time
un, man my whole team chewing
my squad been balling since the knicks had Ewing
I'm not you I'm poppin' bottle at the bar
you in here tryna drawl, im tryna holla at a star
CHORUS
Cuz a party ain't a party less we in da building
we in da buildin, we in da building
a party aint a party less we in da building
we in da building, we in da building
a party aint a party less we in da building
we in da building, we in da building
a party aint a party less we in da building
we in da building, we in da building
VERSE 2
Shorty bad Louis V everything
you kno me I'm just thinking bout everything
getting her name, eyeing her frame
tryna see if I'm the type she let slide in her lane, un
an if am then shorty we can ride out
take you to the hide out, an maybe we can wild out
un, an baby we don't need the lox
I ain't talking bout the lox, im talking bout the locks
we home alone, shorty leave ya phone alone
only sound I'm tryna hear is if you scream an moan
so gone I'm like life wit no bail
my eyes sharp i break it down wit no scale
un, an u can bet its on
an i bet by the time i touch town its gone
only kno is two things is what i say is tru
an when it comes to n town we make it do what it do
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Man I don't even see ya'll lames
matter fact, man i dont even kno ya'll names
I just keep on moving, while the rest stay loosing
N***** sware they balling its a damn illusion
where da drinks, where da kush, where da piff an hen
long as the DJ don't stop, I'ma get it in
yeah shorty looking good but i like her friend
even thou a n**** from the hood I'm a gentleman
Caino beats gotchu bouncing like a pogo
asking who running shit, you acting like you dont kno
GME fasho yo, shinning like soul glo
yea i gotta squad but i can ride out solo
Norristown cant nobody do it better
dis is for the ones home, an ones im reaching by letter
m monsta man the bol never slack
i got hard around the clock putting town up on the map
CHORUS
OUTRO
Shorty bouce like the cops coming
shorty bounce like the cops coming
shorty bounce like the cops coming
shorty bounce like the cops coming
pose like you drop something
pose like you drop something
pose like you drop something
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