Tracks Similar To Here We Are
Dedicate
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, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Ambition, Aspiration, Back Story, Changes, City, Confidence, Death, Dedicated, Destiny, Dreams, Fame, Family, Fate, Father, Heart Felt, Heartwarming, Introspective, Life, Mother, Motivation, Moving, New Life, Powerful, Reflective, Rising, Risk, Sentimental, Story, Striving, Struggle, Taking A Chance, Toughtful, Uplifting, Victory
Instruments:
808 Kick, Bass, Drums, Strings, Synths
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
152
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Dedicate
Chorus:
You don't have to be afraid I see the signs
I know that everything's gonna be all right and I take a breath and sigh knowing that you're still here by my side
can't wait to see you on the other side
don't ever take for granted those That have been with you from the gate
don't tempt fate you never know when it may be too late
for everybody with your fam join hands and relate
this is a song for yall that I have chosen to dedicate
V1:
Mommy I love you
and that means I place no one above you
just a stare from you's enough to bring me up and wanna run to you
I wouldn't be an image of the man I am today without your lessons my pages would be blank with nothing to say
remember days with us dancing my feet on top of yours
me giving you attitudes over the simplest chores
and we still be battling heads on a regular daily basis
but Mom i wouldn't be nothing if not for your love and patience
and though we made mistakes we were there to comfort each other
you gave me a little brother I've never thanked you enough
for everything that you've done for the both of us mom you're like a goddess
together so many lives yet this time was the hardest
souls intertwined and that's why we'll never be parted
it seems that we've approached the end we found we've only started God is smiling
as sure as I know that I've got to rhyme
I'm just as sure that my mom is going to speak to the world and shine
Chorus:
V2:
Daddy we miss you
I wish that death was never an issue
and I know that given the chance your daughter would love to kiss you
I know she'd give her life just for a moment to see
if you're proud of the woman that she's become and all that she'll be
I vow to you on my knees that I'll love and protect your seed
with every fiber of my being bask in the glory of the Queen
forced to mature before the age of 18 vision been tainted by the hatred she seen since she been conceived
raised alongside murderers drug dealers and hoes
never knowing you're alone people breaking into your home
stealing your Disney videos to sell in the streets what's left for a little girl but keep on praying for peace
I'm trying Edwin but sometimes this shit is unsettling
I be feeling like I wanna be with you chillin in heaven
but I know I'm not done emptying lessons onto these cats
I know that's you behind me with your breath on my back I feel it
Chorus:
Bright Lights Big City
Artist(s): St. John (feat. L. Young)
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard A Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 55%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Adversity, Against the Odds, Anthem, Bold, Defiant, Determined, Driving, Emotional, Empowerment, Encouragement, Energetic, Epic, Fighting, Inspirational, Intense, Motivation, Motivational, Never Give Up, Overcoming, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persevere, Persistence, Positive Attitude, Power, Pride, Protest, Rising, Rising Above, Strength, Strong, Struggle, Swagger, Tough, Triumphant, Unity, Uplifting, Victorious
Instruments:
Bass, Drum Loop, Drums, Electric Guitar, Guitar, Piano, SFX, Solo Drums, Strings, Synths
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
84
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Bright Lights Big City
BRIGHT LIGHTS BIG CITY
INTRO
From the rooftops
To the city blocks
We livin proof
That we can't & we won't stop
Let's keep it movin
Show & prove that we already dropped
I'd like to take this opportunity
To thank the whole community
For keepin us together in the same spot
Yo in the dark night
We see the bright lights
& we can rock right
(We keep the game tight)
We represent the element that gave us true sight
CHORUS
Bright lights, big city
It's gonna lift you higher and higher
When the world has got you down
City's gonna lift you higher and higher
VERSE 1
Lights flash blast past do the math
We building up beginning squad
Illuminate the path
Hit the street feel the concrete
Underneath your feet
And we runnin like there's only seconds left
Feel the breath
Let's connect reach out mad respect
I can't believe how far we raised
From Dirty blocks & dark hallways
Opposite of tenements
We livin in the top percent
Of hustlin their dreams
Livin way above our means
Now we formulate the team
Hit em like a lazer beam
Infinite abilities
Flowin like Pheidippides
Outside of parentheses
Genius in facilities
Our options are infinity
Founded independently
The path is undertaken
By the underestimated
Can you feel it yeah we made it
To the top we elevated
We don't stop & we created
In a new stream a new team
Shine like the ever present presence
Of the spotlight
(The light beams)
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Smash perception ain't no question
You're the best of them
I hope that the rest of them
Gettin all this oxygen (its medicine)
A catalyst of power people
Comin from the underground
Many styles all the citizens
From all around the planet ascending in a way that you can never take for granted
(It's a piece of pace a past of place)
I pass the praise the pastor makes
The timing of the time it takes
To raise up all the youth
That's the proof of the positivity & true humility
Passed on these progressions
In the cyphers & the sessions
True knowledge comes from everyone
& everything surrounding
We pounding up the bricks
& in our footsteps is evidence of providence
The sky scrapes takes a little building at a time
Now you over-stand the rhyme
We can all together climb
You get yours & I get mine
Never been a better time
To come together (each of us can teach one)
Never been a better time
I think I see the sign
CHORUS
OUTRO
Keep your head raised
As your mind stays
High above the fray
When you need to get up & stay up
Just nod your head & meditate
On this verbal word play
It's like every single day
We don't stop
We rock hip hop
On every single block
Let's get together now & raise it to the top
We Don't Back Down
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 50% / Scott Horton (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Hybrid, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rap, Sports
Keywords:
Adversity, Arena, Battle, Bold, Boxing, Competition, Confrontational, Defiant, Determined, Domination, Emotional, Empowerment, Encouragement, Fighting, Gang, Inspirational, Intense, Motivation, Never Give Up, Odds, Overcoming, Perseverance, Persistence, Positive, Pounding, Power, Promo, Protest, Racing, Rising, Shootout, Sports, Strength, Strong, Tough, Trailer, Triumphant, Uplifting, Winning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Orchestra, Piano, Strings, Synths
Track Styles:
Production, Trailer
BPM:
96
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
We Don't Back Down
CHORUS:
We don't back down, finger on the trigger
We don't back down, pushing back the pressure
We don't back down, ready for whatever you got
We rising up taking that top spot
Eyes on the prize, competition got the butterflies
rising up to Goliaths of any size
get bruised by the 100 yard stare, the eyes of a killer
the chill is in the air, and you're provoking gorillas
Grind time, no words, not even stones and sticks
hustle with muscle that could break bones and bricks
fire in my heart, putting competition on the ground
from the bottom now we coming for the crown
CHORUS
No hesitation, no debating or negotiation
no caving in, the bottom of our hearts that we're scraping
hunting for the next kill, forget how you feel
we ain't nipping at your heels, we hungry for the next meal
Fighting tooth and nail, no definition for quit
hitting hard, like a demolition team to your bricks
coming up from the dirt, pressing knuckles in the ground
from the bottom now we coming for the crown
Night Out
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, R&B, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions
Keywords:
Bedroom, Celebration, Chill, City, Date, Explicit Lyrics, Flirtatious, Going Out, Hot Tub, Late Night, Limo, Love, Romantic, Slick, Smooth
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
72
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Night Out
CHORUS:
Just a night out on the city
A couple people with me
Took some shots back at the crib
So I'm already tipsy
Just broke up with my misses say she already miss me
I know you gon hate so you can already diss me
Yeah we got em
Yeah you know we got em
Couple bottles couple girls
Listen we don't want no problems tonight
Oh really really oh really
I'm just such a fresh prince
No philly ole willy
You don't know me but you know me
You know just how I do
Ain't bout that bread ain't bout cheese ain't bout that dough
A nigga gotta vamonos
I got my own
Hatin' a** niggas wanna trip
Got they feet out like sandals
Never worried about it
Scared I doubt it
Hottest in the streets
They word of mouth it
Im everywhere you're never there
Always wanted the truth I never dared
These niggas sick but I ain't never cared
To the doctors to the lawyers
To the strippers to the hustlers
Gotta new name for my haters
Dave cause y'all some busters
Yeah we on it
Yeah you know we on it
We been renting for a minute
But its time for us to own it
So its now or never
Yell it one two three
I just want this s*** forever
Slappin 5s when i'm stepping out the 6
Every since I touched the sky niggas all up in my mix
Broke gold digging women hollin trying to get a fix
Undiscovered with they cut without a nic make me sick so I sip
It helps me in the strangest way Rosay Rosay just take the pain away
Taking pictures with every fan I can gain today
Cause in a blink of an eye it can fade away
Unlimited
Artist(s): CaiNo (feat. Laura Cheadle)
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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:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Adversity, Anthem, Bold, Competition, Defiant, Determined, Emotional, Empowerment, Encouragement, Energetic, Epic, Fighting, Inspirational, Intense, Motivational, Never Give Up, Overcoming, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persistence, Positive, Power, Pride, Rising, Sports, Strength, Swagger, Tough, Triumphant, Uplifting, Victorious
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Piano, Strings, Synths
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
85
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Unlimited
UNLIMITED
CHORUS
I feel unlimited
no rules unlimited
and I shine so bright that I might just light it up
I feel unlimited
no rules on limited
gonna grab this world make it mine so fire it up
VERSE 1
Fire up the engines it's about to start
bring the light when I travel to dispel the dark
our existence is hinging on if we can impart
ambition as if resistance got us what we want
we living under limits that are self imposed
then poked at by the media till it's exposed
try to stuff your emotions till you implode
well I'm here to disclose
the power you have enclosed
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Fire up the burners it's about to begin
let the fuel move your internal pistons
until the engines running with intention
you've been down this road before
check the suspension
I know it gets rocky but you're unstoppable like Rocky
you probably been through worse
like taking shots to the body
you obviously kept getting up
legs wobbly and vision foggy
but you kept coming like a zombie
straight out the ground you're taking it now
pressed against the cage ain't nobody taking you down
and through all the trials and tribulations you basically found
that it's all lies and manipulations mistakenly bound
knots tied the stipulations are created were not allowed to abound
when they try to tune us down
I can faintly hear the sound
and that's the only thing I need to keep me wanting more
just remember I'm Limitless at my core
CHORUS
Past The Limit
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:
Hip Hop, Hybrid, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rap, Sports
Keywords:
Adversity, Anthem, Arena, Battle, Bold, Boxing, Competition, Confrontational, Defiant, Determined, Domination, Emotional, Empowerment, Encouragement, Energetic, Fighting, Gang, Inspirational, Intense, Motivation, Motivational, Never Give Up, Odds, Overcoming, Perseverance, Persistence, Positive, Pounding, Power, Protest, Racing, Rising, Shootout, Speed, Sports, Strength, Strong, Swagger, Tough, Triumphant, Uplifting, Victorious, Winning
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Strings, Synths, Timpani
BPM:
150
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Past The Limit
Chorus:
If you really want it
show 'em where your heart is
see if you can push it past the limit
show 'em what you're made of
if you think your game tough
let me see you push it past the limit
Push it past the limit
I push it further than the rest so they call me the champ
I'm kicking past my last breath so that makes me a vamp-
Pyre I'm on fire
With sweat and blood for survival
I'm wired not getting tired and flying straight for the final
wavy like tidal outlasting all of your idols
don't test me I might go psycho
eliminate all my rivals
swear on The Bible I'm ready to take the title the king to take his rightful place await my arrival
here's what separates the men from the boys
I'm pushing it past the limits
you're still sitting making noise
CHORUS
I never let the dust settle 'fore I start again
I'm so relentless I won't settle 'less it's for the win
fight with honor prove I'm worthy like the olden times
nevermind, show no mercy like I'm Cobra Kai enemies stand in my way best be ready to die I'm on a higher plane of vision like my 3rd eye that means I read between the lines
and I'm gone before you realize whoa
now you're frozen like you're paralyzed
tell the rest that I've arrived
CHORUS
Yea the Sun is rising
it's right over the horizon
it's all about the timing
and the drive to not stop climbing climbing
I'm never going to stop
until I reach the top
all you lesser men are probably all gonna drop cause my skill is unmatched
I ain't even scratch the surface
stand back watch me step into my purpose
CHORUS
Lamborgini
Artist(s): Haji Springer
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Writer(s):
Dharmesh Parmar (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions
Keywords:
Attitude, Back Alley, Belly Dancer, Bling, Cars, Cash, City, Cocky, Confident, Cruising, Drunk, Ethnic, Expensive, Fancy, Flashy, Flaunting, Foreign, Freewheeling, Gang, Ghetto, Highway, India, Los Angeles, Loud, Money, Mumbai, Posse, Radio, Rich, Rowdy, Status, Stereo, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper, Swagger
Instruments:
Bass, Flute, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
76
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Lamborgini
Yeah let me see you shake dat
We gettin' all this money yea it's straight cash
We ridin' in dem lambos n dem Maybachs
And the bottles at the table cost like 8 Lakhs Haha
Shawty say she like to hip hop
Now bounce it up and down for me and keep it chup chaap
The way she twerkin' dat body I call dat good job
Yea i get paid to perform I got a good job
Shawty is go getta, all she want is mo chedda
You can get it for the right price
She somethin' like gold digger now roll it up and toke it up
You can do whateva you like
CHORUS:
Woah!
Shawty got that body
Somethin' like you see on TV
And the way she shake that
She shake that
She shake it like a
Lamborgini Lamborgini Lamborgini
Soniye!
She shake it like a
Lamborgini Lamborgini Lamborgini
Soniye!
Shake it like a Lamborgini 1 time
Shake it like a Lamborgini 2 times
Shake it like a Lamborgini 3 times
Shake it like a Lamborgini
Now rewind!
Now shake it like a Lamborgini
Make dis make dis money disappear like Whodini Yea
Now shake it like a Lamborgini
Make dis make dis money disappear like Whodini
Now movie it just like a snake and do what you do
After hours ask about us you and yo friends comin' thru
We be on that futurist shit so tell me somethin' new
You know Haji like Minaji I be wildin' like zoo
Shawty is go getta, all she want is mo chedda
You can get it for the right price
He somethin' like gold digger now roll it up and toke it up
You can do whateva you like
CHORUS
You Can Do This
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
2010s, Ballad, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rap
Keywords:
Adversity, Auto Tune, Conscious, Deep, Determined, Emotional, Empowering, Encouragement, Fighting, Inner Conflict, Inner Voice, Inspirational, Message, New Beginning, Odds, Overcoming, Pensive, Perseverance, Positive, Power, Rising, Soft, Statement, Strength, Strong, Struggle, Thoughtful, Tough, Triumphant, Uplifting
Instruments:
Drums, Piano, Synths
BPM:
79
Key:
B♭
Tempo:
Slow/Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
You Can Do This
Take a breath and push through in the moment. There ain't nobody else to do it for you and you know it. Sometimes it isn't time to grab the wheel just let it flow, and if it isn't time to hold it then it's time to let it go.
I know it all seems tough but you're not travelin' alone, and if you use your inner guidance then you'll always find your way back home.
When you feel you gotta give it all you got just to keep from breakin'
Is when you hear the voices sayin'
CHORUS:
You can do this
You can do this
You can turn it all around
You can do this
V1:
Standin' here contemplatin' decisions that I made
Tried to leave behind the times when the ride kept me enslaved
And inside I was filled with rage but the pain was locked in a cage
And the repetition kept making me wish for the end of days
Sleepin' deep away in a dream state
Tryna reach the part that's one and only purpose was to create
Well it seems there isn't anyone left that could relate
And the fact that every subject's always up for debate
Well it's time to take control of my life grab by the reigns and despite the constant threat of the rain or deadening pain, I'll remain
Standing strong with the Universe at my side and the constant reminder that I was predestined to fly
With the sky scraping the surface I'm realizing my purpose and anything that I been through is most certainly worth it
With every rise of the sun there's another chance to renew it
With a faint voice from the silence keeps saying that you can do this
CHORUS
Sometimes we all like giving up, but if you give in to the notion that's somethings planned bigger for us, then that's when you stick it to luck
Faith lives in the gut, and once you step into that power there's nothing better to trust.
The inner visions that cut through like incisions a gentle hinted decision to inject some intention into your mission.
Well I'm convinced that that's the only voice to which I should listen, if I ever expect to make it through living in this dimension
Slowly something is shifting so I remain on the path
As if enlightenment is just something simple that I could grasp
But with the love I feel around me it's possible that I'd last
Take a look into my future from the past
It's everything that has got me here, that keeps getting me to the next
And the voice volume keeps coming up telling me I'm the best
Well that voice is the only one who actually knows what the truth is
And that's why it's saying that you can do this
Fast Life
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, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Bedroom, Cash, Celebration, Chill, City, Club, Date, Explicit Lyrics, Fashion, Flirtatious, Going Out, Hot Tub, Late Night, Limo, Love, Material, Money, Party, Rich, Romantic, Sex, Shallow, Shopping, Slick, Smooth, Spoiled
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
69
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Fast Life
She do, she do, she do all the things I hate but I love it
She do all type of bad for that bag yeah,
But I love it love it when she shake that a** yeah
Want a n**** just like me to spend that cash yea
Passenger in that V going fast yea
Micheal Jackson Billy Jean
She Just want the fast life
She just want that fast life
Tell all her friends and brag like
He just bought my bag like
He just spent some racks right
She just want the fast life...yeah (Repeat 2x)
Verse 1
What you want from me
Say you want time I give you time say you want money
You so confused you chasing likes I see you running
Live in the Dark Die for the lights you know it's coming, you know it's coming yea
And Girl I see you
Somebody side bitch on the sideline for the season
Dance with the devil in the red dress she so evil
The underworld she doing s*** that's barely legal, that's barely legal yeah
Pre Hook
Making n***** fall in love head over hills probably catch a body for her
They love take her home to mama, she just love shopping all she want is Tom Ford
Gucci Gucci, Louie, Louie Hermes and Chanel bunch other s*** that I can't even tell
If they get her everything she wanted I can never even blame her for it
Repeat Hook
Verse 2
Wait a second text the reverend tell em shawty she been having sex
Viewers discretion is advised since a adolescent
She want it all she been aggressive
She's been having session dropped out of school said f*** a lesson
Now she on a pole, picked up the money off the flo
Now she hit the road, she found a n**** with some doe
That's the day her life changed ain't been the same since, for that lifestyle shawty shameless
Repeat Pre Hook
Hook
All About The Benjamins
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, Reality TV Moods & Emotions
Keywords:
Bills, Bottle Service, Cash, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dollars, Drugs, Explicit Lyrics, Fame, Hustle, Limo, Money, Power, Streets, Strip Club, Swagger, Wealth, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
71
Key:
G♯m/A♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
All About The Benjamins
CHORUS:
All about the Benjamin's
That other sh*t, I be on some other sh*t, them girls they be loving me because I be on that other sh*t
Verse
I be on some other sh*t, must not know who you f*cking with
No I don't move that dope, but I move that music I be hustling
These clothes that I be bussing in, it keep that models f*cking him
Labels ain't talking millions, I'm sorry I can't f*ck with them
Coolest n*ggas in your vision rocking true religion, Beamers cruising through your subdivision looking for some chickens
Motivated because we made it out the basement paper chasing, pick your face up off the pavement, I am never new to this
Annihilate anybody who think I ain't true to this, all my n*ggas hooligans
Legacy will never end
I guarantee this legacy will never end, tell a friend to tell a friend we all about the, all about the
CHORUS
I'm big willy silly chain still chilly no stain on my million dollar outfit
I'm a bully with the Bucks goonies got the tooly tucked if you f*ck with the kid and you know they don't miss
I'm like lil mama she hot as lava, no dollars why bother holla, in college she scholar so I'm try to get that ass up out her
Kesha, Rhonda, Shonda, keke, tete that's a few of them, if you ain't about your dollars guarantee that you ain't screwing them
The hardest regardless ain't nobody on my level, music banging out your speakers and its Rocking like a heavy metal song
Hey they be like damn they tight, money right get it right so you know we all about the
CHORUS
That other sh*t, I be on that other sh*t
Black Persian team full of bastards and a**holes, time to get the masses what they ask for
Fly clothes, bad heauxs, yea we getting cash flow, heartbreak spit that fire sh*t so I guess I got that a*ss flow
Better cuff your girl cause if I pass she coming after, chains on my neck shine like stars I'm a galaxy
Holla about a dollar cause you know I need plenty, that movie star money I need more like Demi so we
CHORUS
Kryptonite
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, R&B, Reality TV Moods & Emotions
Keywords:
Attraction, Bedroom, Confession, Crush, Date, Desire, Explicit Lyrics, Flirtatious, Hot Tub, Interest, Late Night, Love, Lust, Romantic, Seduction, Sexual, Slow Dance, Weakness
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
72
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Kryptonite
CHORUS:
Baby you should know this more than a crush
No I'm not in love but this is nothing like some lust
It's not the usual I'm a superman
Ever since I found you lose my powers when I'm around you
Baby you're my Lois Lane
But around you I can't sustain
Cause you my Kryptonite
Kryptonite (3x)
Never wanted a girl so bad
Till I saw you and I met you
I hate going to the club baby how could I forget you
Sitting with your friends I know that s*** upset you
Niggas grabbing your arm tryna holler
They being disrespectful I already know
You got it bad
Fashionista I can tell by your bag
I can tell by your dress
Tell by your demeanor
Its angels walking this earth I think I finally seen one
This ain't no game girl
I want yo number and your name girl
Probably we can do some thangs
Thangs (4X) girl
Brief intermission
Back up to the mission
You say you don't get out much
But your sister babysitting
Oh you got a kid
Girl you must be kidding
With a killer frame like that
I think I need a f***ing witness
F***ing witness (3x)
CHORUS
I knew it
You got everybody lookin' every time you do it
You got all these men that want you
They just fly you where you want to
Every b**** can't get my last name
You can get it if you want to damn
I'm playin'
Lately I'm just saying
You lookin' like Ms. America I know you got a man
Maybe if you don't you can put me in your plans
Maybe after that you can put me in your pants
I get so weak
I can hardly speak
Your love is so sweet
Its conquers and takes over me
Over me (4x)
CHORUS
Born To Fight
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, Pop, Rap
Keywords:
Auto Tune, Determined, Emotional, Empowerment, Encouragement, Fighting, Inspirational, Odds, Overcoming, Perseverance, Positive, Power, Rising, Strength, Strong, Triumphant, Uplifting
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
87
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Born To Fight
CHORUS:
We are
Never giving up never backing down
We born to fight
We born to fight
And that's real
No matter what you say it'll never break us down
Cause we born to fight
Born fight (2x)
When it rains it pours
Everything has it own reasons
Everyday thank the lord
Just off the thought of me breathing
It brings pain to my sores
Just at the thought of you leaving
These wounds are open like doors
But we gon keep on retreating
We gon keep on fighting
Your life was light to the fire
So anxious to see you
So everyday we look higher
Gave birth in the rings so we was born to be fighters
Born to be titled the greatest
We give a f*** if you like it
Remember the times we cried
Remember the times we laughed
Remember the times forever
Wish I could have it all back
Give the world just to get a chance to see you again
Now you in a better place flying free as the wind
When its all over we gon be it again
Like I'm yours and your mine
And pains heals in due time
Fill that void cause you shine in the sky bright as ever
Celebrating your life
Missing you forever
CHORUS
If you ever lost somebody
Lemme hear you say
Oh oh oh
If you made it through the fire and you a fighter
Say oh oh oh
When you feel like you can't make it and you gotta be strong
Say oh oh oh
Cause you a fighter
Gon' and raise your lighters
This ones for the fighters
(2x)
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
Flooded
Artist(s): J.Cash The King
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Writer(s):
Johnathan Cash (ASCAP) 50% / Norbert Krecsko (SOCAN) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Against the Odds, Aggressive, Attitude, Back Story, Badass, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, City, Club, Cocky, Confidence, Cool, Empowerment, Energetic, Energized, Family Appreciation, Hood, Hustle, Money, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Obstacles, Overcoming Struggle, Powerful, Rich, Streets, Strutting, Success, Swagga, Swagger, Tough, Triumphant, Winning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
79
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Flooded
FLOODED (CLEAN)
CHORUS (2X)
All my diamonds, flooded
All my chains, flooded
Out here getting Money
All the h**s love it
Keep the bag comin'
All the h**s love it
Keep the bag comin'
Pockets full of money
VERSE 1
You with the s**t I got the wave
Money be long it's in a safe
These new n****z they in the way
All in my business I feel a way
Want more money a mil a day
You don't want beef that's Chick-fil-a
I keep a tool on the waist
Don't mess with me when I'm the space
I need it all (I need it all)
I want it all
I'm tryna ball
If I make a call (If I make a call)
Then it get gone
When it get gone
What you was talking was all lies
I stay connected like mob ties
My money matter like all lives
Black people love me at all times
You could never take my spot I worked too hard for this
Prayed every night I talked to God for this
Know a couple n****z quit they job for this
Drip keep me froze on my arm n wrist
I am the man, a master mind
I get it done, action time
I get upset, blast the 9
Without jewelry still shine
Look, we gone get it poppin bruh whenever we on
Just have that bag ready if you calling my phone
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Cash is the King and I'm Flooded forever
You know I'm clever
Back in the jungle I'm Lion
Picked Number 1 like Zion
When it's all said n done icon
My flow hot like cayenne
I need a Grammy do this for family
Back when no food was up in the pantry
Me and my granny would pull up in Camry
I was so antsy to grow up
Now I'm grown up, got it sewn up
Til I've blown up No C4
Yeah I'm Fly no G4 I'm on a flight
Reachin new heights
Never graduated college
I did a remix with knowledge
I don't talk about it I'm bout it
Catch a body shout out Cleo I'm CEO
Remember I was pushing that geo
Kick flows torpedoes cashing out casinos
You already know I'm the greatest don't debate it face it
Diamonds all black they racist I cannot change shit
Happy I made it know they gone hate it
This what I do on a song I'm in my zone
I cannot do no wrong but don't get me wrong
I got the right u could not fathom
I kill s**t at random rap with a passion
You already know I'm back n I'm blasting fantastic
This what happens when give the last shot to an assassin
_______________________________________________
FLOODED (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS (2X)
All my diamonds, flooded
All my chains, flooded
Out here getting Money
All the hoes love it
Keep the bag comin'
All the hoes love it
Keep the bag comin'
Pockets full of money
VERSE 1
You with the shit I got the wave
Money be long it's in a safe
These new niggaz they in the way
All in my business I feel a way
Want more money a mil a day
You don't want beef that's Chick-fil-a
I keep a tool on the waist
Don't mess with me when I'm the space
I need it all (I need it all)
I want it all
I'm tryna ball
If I make a call (If I make a call)
Then it get gone
When it get gone
What you was talking was all lies
I stay connected like mob ties
My money matter like all lives
Black people love me at all times
You could never take my spot I worked too hard for this
Prayed every night I talked to God for this
Know a couple niggaz quit they job for this
Drip keep me froze on my arm n wrist
I am the man, a master mind
I get it done, action time
I get upset, blast the 9
Without jewelry still shine
Look, we gone get it poppin bruh whenever we on
Just have that bag ready if you calling my phone
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Cash is the King and I'm Flooded forever
You know I'm clever
Back in the jungle I'm Lion
Picked Number 1 like Zion
When it's all said n done icon
My flow hot like cayenne
I need a Grammy do this for family
Back when no food was up in the pantry
Me and my granny would pull up in Camry
I was so antsy to grow up
Now I'm grown up, got it sewn up
Til I've blown up No C4
Yeah I'm Fly no G4 I'm on a flight
Reachin new heights
Never graduated college
I did a remix with knowledge
I don't talk about it I'm bout it
Catch a body shout out Cleo I'm CEO
Remember I was pushing that geo
Kick flows torpedoes cashing out casinos
You already know I'm the greatest don't debate it face it Diamonds all black they racist I cannot change shit
Happy I made it know they gone hate it
This what I do on a song I'm in my zone
I cannot do no wrong but don't get me wrong
I got the right u could not fathom
I kill shit at random rap with a passion
You already know I'm back n I'm blasting fantastic
This what happens when give the last shot to an assassin
Winning Team
Artist(s): J.Cash The King
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Writer(s):
Johnathan Cash (ASCAP) 50% / Norbert Krecsko (SOCAN) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Attitude, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, Cash, Champion, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Determination, Explicit, Explicit Lyrics, Game, Hustle, Hypnotic, Money, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persistence, Pumped Up, Sports, Swagger, The Struggle, Thug, Tough, Triumphant, VIP, Victorious, Winning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synth Mbira, Synths
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
74
Key:
C♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Winning Team
WINNING TEAM (CLEAN)
CHORUS
Ballin just to get you some respect
You gotta keep the pressure, keep ya foot up on they necks, right?
Make it so they never wonʼt forget
Always stay true keep that sh** across your chest
Cuz Iʼm playing for the winning team
I donʼt care if I fall, boy
I swear I want it all
Iʼm playing for the winning team (yeah, yeah)
I'ma die as a legend
Man I swear they gon' remember me
VERSE 1
I been getting to the Digits
Folks donʼt see the vision
When I was In the kitchen
I was really spittin'
Back when CASPER was mixin'
And we was on them mission
But we still handled our business
Lawd as my witness
I was sent on a mission
To get it Iʼm bout to kill 'em
Uncle told me to get it
My potna said they gone feel 'em
Opportunity knocking
Mothaf*** the doorbell
I ainʼt with the trolling
Even if it mean no sales
Integrity more important
Instead of tryna force it
Iʼm building resources
Working to get fortune
Pulling up in this Porches
While we converse on these porches
I hear ya talking but to me
Itʼs a bunch of horse sh**
PRE-CHORUS
If I pull up, I'm knocking sh** down
Ainʼt no way I'ma let u come and take the crown
Move like Floyd every single round
How that sound?
Like we the winning team!!
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Got a click full of leaders
Whole team bossing up
Better come with a bag
If u really wanna talk to us
Prices going up
Soon as this fourth quarter shot
Baby thatʼs the game winner
No such thing as overtime
This my Curry year
So many 3s and Iʼm 30
Itʼs like Steph Curry here
Waco is klay so he bound to get us Trey
My pistol is defense and
Iʼm calling my Dawg Dray
KD when I let it spray
Champions every day, how could he
Add another all-star then boogie
Itʼs cash from behind the line, itʼs a splash
Iʼll blow yo' face off if u talking trash
PRE-CHORUS
----------------------------------------
WINNING TEAM (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS
Ballin just to get you some respect
You gotta keep the pressure, keep ya foot up on they necks, right?
Make it so they never wonʼt forget
Always stay true keep that shit across your chest
Cuz Iʼm playing for the winning team
I donʼt care if I fall, boy
I swear I want it all
Iʼm playing for the winning team (yeah, yeah)
I'ma die as a legend
Man I swear they gone remember me
VERSE 1
I been getting to the Digits
Folks donʼt see the vision
When I was In the kitchen
I was really spittin'
Back when CASPER was mixin'
And we was on them mission
But we still handled our business
Lawd as my witness
I was sent on a mission
To get it Iʼm bout to kill 'em
Uncle told me to get it
My potna said they gone feel 'em
Opportunity knocking
Mothafuck the doorbell
I ainʼt with the trolling
Even if it mean no sales
Integrity more important
Instead of tryna force it
Iʼm building resources
Working to get fortune
Pulling up in this Porches
While we converse on these porches
I hear ya talking but to me
Itʼs a bunch of horse shit
PRE-CHORUS
If I pull up, I'm knocking shit down
Ainʼt no way I'ma let u come and take the crown
Move like Floyd every single round
How that sound?
Like we the winning team!!
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Got a click full of leaders
Whole team bossing up
Better come with a bag
If u really wanna talk to us
Prices going up
Soon as this fourth quarter shot
Baby thatʼs the game winner
No such thing as overtime
This my Curry year
So many 3s and Iʼm 30
Itʼs like Steph Curry here
Waco is klay so he bound to get us Trey
My pistol is defense and
Iʼm calling my Dawg Dray
KD when I let it spray
Champions every day, how could he
Add another all-star then boogie
Itʼs cash from behind the line, itʼs a splash
Iʼll blow yo' face off if u talking trash
PRE-CHORUS
Glow
Artist(s): DEZIGN8 (feat. Kaz Zabala)
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Writer(s):
Scott Horton (BMI) 50% / Terrell Burt (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Adversity, Anthem, Bold, Determined, Domination, Duet, Emotional, Empowerment, Encouragement, Energetic, Epic, Fighting, Inspirational, Intense, Motivation, Motivational, Never Give Up, Odds, Overcoming, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persistence, Positive, Power, Pride, Protest, Racing, Rising, Strength, Strong, Tough, Triumphant, Uplifting, Victorious
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Percussion, Piano, Synths
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
124
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Glow
GLOW
CHORUS
I get dragged down
But I've been here before
I see sunlight
Even when it pours
You can't hold back
You can't hold back my glow
'Cause I'm shining
Shining across the globe
VERSE 1
Pretty dismal what I been through
All the darkness in the rearview
Being civil but it's an issue
I'm feeling heartless and cynical
Pitch black trying to choke me out
But I'm a golden child
Going pound for pound
With some broken vows
You can't hold me down
Even when I think I'm about to drown
But I rise like the sun, forecast won't define who I become
Fire in my tongue
Not done even if you try to pull a fast one (fast one, high strung)
Light it up, not talking 'bout a spliff
Set the world on fire with my gift
Dread won't win, you don't have to be afraid
Nightfall won't ever get the final say
PRE-CHORUS (2x)
I'll radiate when hopeless
When it's bleak, stay focused
My dealt hand, never chose this
Set me ablaze you'll notice
Like the rays of the sun
Each leap is more like a plunge
Problems never make me wanna run
Even when I don't know the outcome
CHORUS
PRE-CHORUS
Illumination the foundation
That will awaken
Avenues from frustration
No hazy days for the creation
Just say the word and I will go
Blinded by greatness and a hint of strobe
When you're wrapped in gray down to your soul
Don't let it keep you down, get back up and glow
Ubetcha
Artist(s): Yaydo
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
After Party, Bling, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Drugs, Eerie, Explicit Lyrics, Flaunting, Gold Chain, Hypnotic, Jewelry, Limo, Mean, Party, Power, Southern, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Taunting, Thug, Tough, Trippy
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
110
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Ubetcha
Bouta be a celebrity in my home town,
People that f*** with me? Like my whole town,
Cities that heard of me likely your town,
Cause the flow is hittin' smoother than a Jawn from Motown
Yay to the dizzo on the go hard,
Ain't met nobody dap worthy so far,
21 years and B**** i still ain't tryna hear it now the block list long gotta a motherf***** scroll bar
Tell me whatchu know about the kid,
Acting like you ain't know what he did,
Acting like your ain't hear what he said,
Acting like acting right gonna save your f***** head
Made it this far brought the whole crew,
Now the pockets lookin' straight up outta Whole Foods,
I been talkin' bouta mill, you been talking bouta pill so I ain't never worried pillow talkings what the hoes do
That Midwest slang gotta fear it,
Banging in your ears like rat, tat, tatta,
They say you bouta blow can you feel it,
Look at that b**** like
OH UBETCHA,
Oh UBETCHA,
Oh UBETCHA,
Flick out your wrist like your Rollie don't fit ya
Look I think it's about time we talked,
You xmens are frauds, your best friends a narc, Your bars jelly soft,
Your songs barely pop, and if your dawgs wanna bark then I'm letting the tech spark
Lot of em looking at me s-sideways,
Prolly cause they know it's going my way,
Seen this s*** comin from like a mile away, now I'm lookin back at the road like I'm in the drive way
Look I'm Holdin the truth, I shoulder the youth, might blow out your mind like a roof-a-less coupe,
And as for the crew, you know what we do, don't talk to Feds so I can't talk to you,
And I done so many things already where I'm heading but it got me thinking really what's there left to do
Cause I been pushing juice, and jumping hoops, and folding troops, conduct caboose and the Next stop is the roof
Can you dig it, can feel it, why can't you see my N****,
Independent, illest pendants, they depending on me my n****,
For my cousin, get to bussin, no discussion, ain't no IV's my n****
Going ignant, just to show ya, even at you own game I gotcha beat my n****
UBETCHA,
Oh ubetcha,
UBETCHA,
Oh ubetcha.
Stove
Artist(s): Saint Andrews
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Drill, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Trap
Keywords:
Alley, Chicago, City, Cocaine, Conflict, Confrontation, Crime, Danger, Dark, Dealer, Death, Drill, Drinking, Drive By, Drug Deal, Drug Dealer, Druggy, Drugs, Explicit Lyrics, Fight, Gang, Gangster, Hood, Intimidating, Jail, Murder, Party, Scary, Smoke, Streets, Struggle, Tough, Trippy, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
67
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Stove
Feds found a dead body with no face on it
Man hunt, they gon put a whole case on em
They done made it hot, gotta hit the chase on em
Hit the stove, hit the road, hella cake on em
Hook:
I make it hot, well I just put it on the stove boy
I grab that whip and then I put it on the stove boy
You need a hit, well I just took it off the stove boy
I take that b**** and then I put her on the stove boy
I just stay up on that stove boy
I be whipping on that stove boy
I make it hot well I just put it on the stove boy
On the stove boy
I make it hot up on my own boy
You cracking slick and get a tone boy
You n****s talking about a zone boy
We (redacted) boys, you better know your home boy
You n****s better do your homework
You n****s better get your own work
I take your b**** and make that ho twerk
Hook:
I make it hot, well I just put it on the stove boy
I grab that whip and then I put it on the stove boy
You need a hit, well I just took it off the stove boy
I take that b**** and then I put her on the stove boy
I just stay up on that stove boy
I be whipping on that stove boy
I make it hot well I just put it on the stove boy
On the stove boy
Feds found a dead body with no face on it
Man hunt, they gon put a whole case on em
They done made it hot, gotta hit the chase on em
Hit the stove, hit the road, hella cake on em
Feds found a dead body with no face on it
Manhunt, they gon put a whole case on em
They done made it hot, gotta hit the chase on em
Hit the stove, hit the road, hella cake on em
I Don't Know
Artist(s): Saint Andrews
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Drill, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Trap
Keywords:
Chicago, City, Cocaine, Conflict, Confrontation, Crime, Danger, Dark, Dark Alley, Dealer, Death, Drill, Drinking, Drive By, Druggy, Drugs, Explicit Lyrics, Fight, Gang, Gangster, Hood, Intimidating, Jail, Murder, Party, Scary, Smoke, Streets, Struggle, Tough, Trippy, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
68
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Don't Know
If I get booked, i don't know s***
Who was that b****, i don't know s***
who got murked, i don't know s***
N**** Ima smoke till I don't know s***
Why you talkin, you don't know s***
Hoes tryin go, Man you don't know s***
how a n**** get a four so quick
Don't ask me n**** I don't know s***
Verse 1:
Look up in my eyes but they're probably closed
It's a lot of s*** I ain't gotta know
I can probably change it but I probably won't
Don't ask me no questions n****, I don't know
n****s riding with me, well they probably vicious
We just out in traffic and we hitting switches
Don't ask me bout them, I ain't hit them b****es
We so different, cock it back and we gon hit ya
Quiet n**** hit the loud
Find a door and kick it down
Don't know what this s***'s about
All these rappers, kick em out
Take a b**** and d*** her down
And I just might lick her down
Hope I make my n****s proud
So much changed from then to now
Hook:
If I get booked, i don't know s***
Who was that b****, i don't know s***
who got murked, i don't know s***
N**** Ima smoke till I don't know s***
Why you talkin, you don't know s***
Hoes tryin go, Man you don't know s***
how a n**** get a four so quick
Don't ask me n**** I don't know s***
If I get booked, i don't know s***
Who was that b****, i don't know s***
who got murked, i don't know s***
N**** Ima smoke till I don't know s***
Why you talkin, you don't know s***
Hoes tryin go, Man you don't know s***
how a n**** get a four so quick
Don't ask me n**** I don't know s***
Verse 2:
I be over east but I whip so quick
I be over west trying to hit that b****
Got a lotta stress so the s*** stay lit
Rap don't work Ima hit that lick
Got no compassion, gotta survive
Got all the traction, got all the drive
I don't react to all of the lies
Take me off the map, guess you can try
Boy you know I'm out the way, I'm trying to crack another safe
Get some ratchets out my face and flick them ashes out the way
Looking for a compliment that I ain't passin out today
Know my actions is my name so don't ask me bout my name
Only way I'm staying broke is if a casket in the way
I be chillin But I guess I'm on that active s*** today
They out of character, I guess they on some actor s*** today
My mans moving slow, I guess he on that activis today
If I get booked, I don't know s***
Big Boy
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:
Attitude, Big, Bling, Bravado, Club, Cocky, Confident, Explicit Lyrics, Limo, Money, Party, Strip Club, Stripper, Swagger, VIP
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
73
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Big Boy
CHORUS:
I got the Patron in my cup
I don't give a f***
You a hater and that's all you gon be
Shawty got that ass lookin' right
You with me tonight
Order what you like
Its all on me
It's that big boy s***
Big boy s*** (3x)
Catch me in the club
On that big boy s***
50s 100s and dubs
On that big boy shit
Big boy s***
New coupe sick
Girl put that ass on this big boy d***
Big boy games make them niggas forfeit
Yeah I got a lot but I want a bit more s***
Big boy hustle we go big boy hard
Racks on racks on racks on my big boy card
That 599 that's that big boy card
F***** A-list bitches that's them big boy broads
Fly to Amsterdam to go to H&M
Spending euros on Versace
That's that big boy fit
Don't know who I am
Vega I'm the man
All across the world
On that big boy s***
CHORUS
S*** so sick
Cartier Panera that's that big boy wrist
No diamonds in my watch cause them bitches on my neck
Labels say they wanna sign me
Cut that big boy check
Making big boy beats
Drop a big boy verse
Killin' rappers put they coffin in a big boy hearse
Taking big boy risks
Take a 100 grand
Invest in my career
Make a million
That's a big boy flip
Leaving big boy tips
Strippers love to dance
I'm they biggest fan
Throw some grands
On them big girl tits
Don't know who I am
Vega Im the man
All across the world
On this big boy s***
CHORUS
Camera man camera man
Hope you got the money shot
I'mma throw this money up
Girl make yo ass drop
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)
I Need That
Artist(s): HighRise
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Writer(s):
Alexander William Larkman (BMI) 25% / Brian C Frank (BMI) 25% / Jonathan Lee Ferguson (BMI) 25% / Jonathan Meir Holder (PRS) 25%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Urban Pop
Keywords:
Attitude, Ballers, Boss, Bouncy, Braggadocious, Cash, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Explicit Lyrics, Flossing, Game, Hustle, Money, Party, Pumped Up, Streets, Swagger, Tough, Triumphant, Upbeat, VIP
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
95
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Need That
I NEED THAT (CLEAN)
CHORUS 1 (2X)
Eight figures, Seven b****es
G6, Five whips
Four grammies, Free s***
Too many reason I need the one hit
VERSE 1
Stackin' rolos on my neck I need that chain gang
Rosay blacked the b****es out, no they can't hang
Black coupe with the rims riding round dirty
Then I'mma pull up with the tech click
Bang bang
CHORUS 2
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma keep on riding I won't ever normalize, no
I'mma catch a case a day I'm tryna catch a vibe
Cuz I got the squad around and all we are is do or die oh
VERSE 2
I'mma level up, go from ghost into phantom
With a look she let me slide into them panties
Said she could bring a friend, I already had em
But we can go around again and ride me like a tandem
A Rollie, I'mma need that
Designer, I'mma need that
A Patek for my momma
Not a penny for my daddy
Gucci suit, yeah imma need that
Hootchies, I ID that
Ain't no budget for a feature?
Tch nope, I need three rack
CHORUS 3
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma catch a body, if a body wanna fight yeah
I'mma catch a case a day, I'm tryna catch a vibe
And if lil mama wanna ride then I need her supersize yeah
CHORUS1 (2X)
VERSE 3
That my squad, DSM
Still gone rock, in the west
In a Kia, or a Benz
Got my back, SPF
I ain't ever be be like
"Where y'all at"
I ain't ever gotta be like
"Hit me back"
I ain't gotta ask twice to
Get to my cash
And I aint gotta ask twice
To throw out her back
I need a baby mama minus
The baby I need it fast
I need Katrina or Tina, or Mia,
She on the gas
CHORUS 4
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma keep on riding I won't ever normalize, no
I'mma catch a case a day I'm tryna catch a vibe
Cuz I got the squad around and all we are is do or die oh
VERSE 4
I'mma level up, turn hater to a fanboy
You decide, love or hate me from the stands boy
I'mma, get to Platinum status, do it with no hands
Follow in my footsteps punk b****, I bet you can't
A Rollie, I'mma need that
Designer, I'mma need that
A Patek for my momma
Not a penny for my daddy
Gucci suit, yeah I'mma need that
Hootchie, I ID that
Ain't no budget for a feature?
Tch nope, I need three rack
CHORUS 5
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma catch a body, if a body wanna fight yeah
I'mma catch a case a day, I'm tryna catch a vibe
And if lil mama wanna ride then I need her supersize yeah
CHORUS 1 (2X)
----------------------------------------
I NEED THAT (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS 1 (2X)
Eight figures, Seven bitches
G6, Five whips
Four grammies, Free shit
Too many reason I need the one hit
VERSE 1
Stackin' rolos on my neck I need that chain gang
Rosay blacked the bitches out, no they can't hang
Black coupe with the rims riding round dirty
Then I'mma pull up with the tech click
Bang bang
CHORUS 2
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma keep on riding I won't ever normalize, no
I'mma catch a case a day I'm tryna catch a vibe
Cuz I got the squad around and all we are is do or die oh
VERSE 2
I'mma level up, go from ghost into phantom
With a look she let me slide into them panties
Said she could bring a friend, I already had em
But we can go around again and ride me like a tandem
A Rollie, I'mma need that
Designer, I'mma need that
A Patek for my momma
Not a penny for my daddy
Gucci suit, yeah imma need that
Hootchies, I ID that
Ain't no budget for a feature?
Tch nope, I need three rack
CHORUS 3
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma catch a body, if a body wanna fight yeah
I'mma catch a case a day, I'm tryna catch a vibe
And if lil mama wanna ride then I need her supersize yeah
CHORUS 1 (2X)
VERSE 3
That my squad, DSM
Still gone rock, in the west
In a Kia, or a Benz
Got my back, SPF
I ain't ever be be like
"Where y'all at"
I ain't ever gotta be like
"Hit me back"
I ain't gotta ask twice to
Get to my cash
And I aint gotta ask twice
To throw out her back
I need a baby mama minus
The baby I need it fast
I need Katrina or Tina, or Mia,
She on the gas
CHORUS 4
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma keep on riding I won't ever normalize, no
I'mma catch a case a day I'm tryna catch a vibe
Cuz I got the squad around and all we are is do or die oh
VERSE 4
I'mma level up, turn hater to a fanboy
You decide, love or hate me from the stands boy
I'mma, get to Platinum status, do it with no hands
Follow in my footsteps punk bitch, I bet you can't
A Rollie, I'mma need that
Designer, I'mma need that
A Patek for my momma
Not a penny for my daddy
Gucci suit, yeah I'mma need that
Hootchie, I ID that
Ain't no budget for a feature?
Tch nope, I need three rack
CHORUS 5
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma catch a body, if a body wanna fight yeah
I'mma catch a case a day, I'm tryna catch a vibe
And if lil mama wanna ride then I need her supersize yeah
CHORUS 1 (2X)
When The Lights Go Down
Artist(s): Vega Heartbreak
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Publisher(s):
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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
We In The Building
Artist(s): Monk da Monsta
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
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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
Soul Of The Streets
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
2000s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Back Alley, Back Story, Background, City, Conscious, Cop Show, East Coast, Hard Times, Mellow, Moody, New York City, Rough, Soaring, Soulful, Sports, Story, Streets, Struggle, Throwback, Tough, Warm
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Strings, Synths
BPM:
85
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Soul Of The Streets
At the top of the city, the crew lounging with me
the crabs couldn't get me I'm rubbin' something on pretty
running through the gritty streets, ducking the beast I had enough
violators trying to get me snuffed
watch out for 2 faced dice rollers, throwing
snake eyes to the ways of the streets I stay wise
my crew be the eyes in the back of my head
throwing hot lead to any perpetrator wanting me dead
trying to build, but the snakes try to destroy
that's why blood spills, when you try to avoid
tight situations, I got tight connections
we either busting for freedom, or protection
CHORUS:
I got the soul of the streets in my bones
no moss on a rolling stone
sitting back in the danger zone
I call the street corner my home
I got the soul of the streets in my bones
no moss on a rolling stone
sitting back in the danger zone
I call the street corner my home
no time for second guessing, stress and strife
cut like a knife, it's all about the dollar, name your price
broken down, pick up the pieces, cease and desist
with brain cells in a cell how can we resist
that struggle, keep dreams from popping like a bubble
try to stay clean running through the puddles
we only looking for a piece of that cream
so we can chill watching flicks on a flat screen
don't need to hide the nine behind the couches, it surrounds us
product of public housing, don't associate with cowards
rolling with kings, checkmate any aggression
we either busting for freedom, or protection
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