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Andale
Artist(s): Brit Fox
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Writer(s):
Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50% / Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Ambition, Bad Ass, Bold, Bravado, Cash, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Determined, Drive, Empowerment, Explicit Lyrics, Female Empowerment, Hustlin', Hustling, Independent, Latin Flavor, Mean, Money, Streets, Swagger, Tough, Young
Instruments:
808 Kick, Bass, Drums, Piano
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
68
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Andale
ANDALE
INTRO
I mean everybody be tryna run upon me
But nobody be tryna get the money
Andale andale
VERSE 1
All these coins in my pocket, I don't run outta options
Don't sit next to me if we ain't getting money, this ain't a non-profit
You barely work during your 9 to 5 so of course you frustrated
I grind all night my check reflect that's why you see me dominating
Got curves that will hurt ya don't need his playa ways so I curve em
And he still coming back for more guess that's full circle
It's not a bop til I step on the scene-say you the best but that's yet to be seen
Built to breakthrough, I don't breakdown. Snatch your wig off if you tilt my crown, ho'
CHORUS
Andale, all I do is andale to this money honey ay ay
Try to stop me all I do is andale to this money
VERSE 2
I do it how I do it, don't need to give explanations
I'm the ultimate b**** so of course I give ultimatums
You a maximum bum you chasing minimum wages
I stay on the block, but I ain't out dating you stepped on newspaper, yeah you is outdated
Don't need nan to save me, I'm the one who made me
Put the h-o in hero put you in the er if you f*** up my zeros
Focused on dinero no habla engles when u say hello
Gotta pay to get on my schedule showing off like an expo
CHORUS'
Ay ay all I do is andale to this money
VERSE 3
Jackson John and Benjamin been begging me to entertain
Popping off and popping ass got blue hundreds calling my name
I stay reppin you side stepping own all my s*** you inauthentic, you stay renting
Don't forget to get back your deposit,fine and flawless, stack seamless
Yeah I'm on that Queen s***, bow down before you drown in all this deepness
Blacker the fruit sweeter the juice drenching him like an ocean
With my heels on, chasing checks everyday is a promotion
CHORUS''
Ay ay all I do is andale to this money
You cant stop me all I do is andale to this money
Andale to this money, honey
New Money
Artist(s): Fancy (feat. Brit Fox)
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Writer(s):
Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50% / Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Ambition, Bad Ass, Cash, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dealer, Determined, Dirty, Drive, Drugs, Empowerment, Explicit Lyrics, Independent, Mean, Money, Pimp, Streets, Strip Club, Swagger, Tough, Young
Instruments:
808, Bass, Piano, Synths
BPM:
79
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
New Money
I made a vow
Lifelong commitment to this money
Talking been, since I could go get the money
living in a ghetto world, chasing all my dreams
Independent chick stay on her s*** About her cream
S*** so dope and so real you'll be a fiend
All up in the jewelry store picking out my rings
Went and tore the mall now bought a couple things
New money, new problems let's see what the drama brings
All my life I've been waiting on the spotlight
Got me in the cross hairs and the cop lights
Got the city on lock and the block tight
they can't hate the form
if the shot right
Got a bunch of haters 'cause I keep making new money
CHORUS:
Talking gold,
Talking break you out ya mold
Let me break you out that mold
Make this scene a lil clearer
I'm the hottest bitch around and I ain't seeing nothing bigger
Bitches love to look and hate, which is why I love to slay and stunt
4th down touchdown, I don't never have to punt
I make the plays, I run the plays, flow and verses I got for days
sealed the deal like a n**** with a bouquet
flowers for his girl on her 21st birthday
They was all cool at one point now they flaked
Play your cards right cause your b**** got high stakes
All my life I've been waiting on the spotlight
Got me in the cross hairs and the cop lights
Got the city on lock and the block tight
they can't hate the form
if the shot right
Got a bunch of haters 'cause I keep making new money
Talking gold, talking break you out ya mode
Drop Benjamins
Artist(s): Fancy (feat. Brit Fox)
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Writer(s):
Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50% / Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Ambition, Bad Ass, Cash, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dealer, Determined, Dirty, Drinking, Drive, Drugs, Drunk, Empowerment, Explicit Lyrics, Hard, Independent, Mean, Money, Pimp, Savage, Sexy, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper, Strutting, Swagger, Tough, Twerk, Young
Instruments:
808, Bass, Piano, Synths
BPM:
76
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Drop Benjamins
DROP BENJAMINS (CLEAN)
CHORUS
Drop it, drop it to the ground
Show them you da baddest around
Drop it, drop it to the ground
Show them you da baddest
It's a movement watch I do this
It's a movement how I do this
I be bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, boppin' to the beat
Fanning 100's-Benjamins all over me
VERSE 1
Slide up and down your pipe dream
F*** a solitaire I'm more than a wifey
They say the game and fair and it's all right with me
Just take it to the head just like some Hennessy
Now watch me drop it to the ground let me show you who the baddest
Been past 21, but i've always been a savage
Sent to abolish b*****
I stay sharp you gon' need stitches
Looking good from every angle
Diamonds on me dripping dangles
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Benjamins all over me, put em up, keep em coming.
Throw em up in the air, watch em hit the ground running.
Watch the way that I stunt, shake that as like that.
Like Trina, green palms keep me wet bouncing my back
Get that n**** for his n's, make him put you in a Benz.
Knock them hoes off your throne. B**** I'm here times up you gone.
Daughter of an Al Capone, sprit free you wanna bone
I'm 'gon' write my name in gold, so its always set in stone.
Just so you b****** know, you can not f*** with me.
I just mind my business, sitting pretty, sipping bubbly.
Please come get ya n****, bug a boo, he is hovering.
Like the ground and cement, lil b**** I be covering.
Like whoa now, you aint even have to take it there
See yes I did cuz theres no b**** or n**** I would spare.
I just count my money, get them dollars all the time.
Know the real treasures gotta get to having what is mine
CHORUS
Like A Diamond
Artist(s): Canary Lei
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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:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Attitude, Bad Ass, Bling, Bounce, Cash, Club, Cocky, Confident, Determined, Diamond, Dirty, Drinking, Drugs, Drunk, Empowerment, Gutter, Hard, Hood, Independent, Jewelry, Mean, Money, Party, Pimp, Power, Sassy, Savage, Sexy, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper, Strutting, Swagger, Tough, Twerk
Instruments:
808, Bass, Percussion, Synths
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
92
Key:
A♯m/B♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Like A Diamond
Aye Aye
Like a diamond shining like a diamond everyday
I'm living shining like a diamond
I got a fresh young swag
Haters mad cause I'm working haters mad cause they mad
Hair did nails done everything A1 dudes keep on looking cause I'm all about a lump sum
Canary Imma make y'all love this
Lungs full of gas looking like a blowfish
Only D I'm chasing is diamonds and digits
Walk up in the spot got em looking like who is this
I might smile but I'm far from soft any given Sunday this wig comes off
CHORUS:
I see 'em looking I see em watching
I see 'em hating that's the reason why they plotting
That's why we winning feeling exotic everyday
I'm living shining like a diamond
Like a diamond shining like a diamond
Everyday I'm living shining like a diamond
I got a glow from my head to my high heels
you can tell the way I spit I am so real
I'm all cute you too rowdy please chill all these bottles that we popping big deal
Everyday I wake up for the paper everyday
I wake up I claim another hater
Caramel complexion in the right direction
Everything a go cause I'm all about perfection
You better look cause my body speaks volume
Sexy and sassy yo copy that Roger
CHORUS
I pull up sitting in that big boy big girl balling flexing in a big toy wide body Benz
Don't need friends I just need this money and family till the end
Swag stay dripping don't stop like a faucet had a lot of love but they fake So I lost it push button start voice activate steering Canary must be popping cause canary what they cheering never been to jail but my bars so hard two stepping baby like oh my God
CHORUS
The Fight
Artist(s): Tony Stylex
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Writer(s):
Scott Horton (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Hybrid, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rap, Sports
Keywords:
Adversity, Aggressive, Arena, Bad Ass, Basketball, Battle, Bold, Boxing, Competition, Confrontational, Defiant, Determined, Domination, Emotional, Empowerment, Fierce, Fighting, Football, Gang, Gritty, Intense, Mean, Motivation, Never Give Up, Odds, Overcoming, Perseverance, Persistence, Pounding, Power, Protest, Racing, Rising, Shootout, Sports, Strength, Strong, Swagger, Tough, Triumphant
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Hand Claps, Orchestra, Strings, Synths
BPM:
81
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
The Fight
I hear that crowd going wild all screaming my name
I'm a 4th quarter champion my heads in the game
Bruises up and down but I ain't gonna stop
This body goes hard pushing right to the top
The sweat's dripping down got rage in veins
Adrenaline pumping turning sparks to flames
No sidelines gonna make it count
Three, two, one this is my game now
Run hard or run home
Get scarred and break bones
Play with with heart or get owned
Never giving up, never giving up the fight
CHORUS:
Fight
The fight
The fight
Warpaint's on and we don't give up the fight
Down the wire time to make my move
Got the skills and endurance to see this thing through
This is it what we've been training for
No turning back time to even the score
Sweet revenge coming at you like a ton of bricks
100% talent, no stunts and no tricks
When this is all over and you're out of fuel
Check that slo-mo replay watch me take you to school
Set The Stage
Artist(s): Terrell Burt
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Writer(s):
Matthew C. Vander Boegh (ASCAP) 50% / Terrell Burt (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Hybrid, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Sports, Trailer
Keywords:
Adversity, Aggressive, Arena, Bad Ass, Basketball, Battle, Bold, Boxing, Competition, Confrontational, Defiant, Determined, Emotional, Empowerment, Epic, Fighting, Football, Gang, Gritty, Intense, Motivation, Never Give Up, Odds, Overcoming, Perseverance, Persistence, Pounding, Power, Promo, Rising, Shootout, Sports, Strength, Strong, Swagger, Tough, Triumphant
Instruments:
808, Bass, Brass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Hand Claps, Stomps, Synths
BPM:
73
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Set The Stage
If I ever fold then leave me in the dirt
It's a clever mold meaning that my set path was never meant to merge
It's kinda getting worse while all of these feelings surge
Not supposed to be here but flipping packs up on the curb
But now I'm penning words, so free but time got me bound
Life is short but I hover tall, why I'm not backing down
Empty promises like track and field, it's the run around
The battle has only just begun so yeah, who can stop me now?
Who can halt the plan?
I'm different 'cause I am bound to stand
When in a jam
I will come out with the upper hand
I'm gonna rise in an instance
Sorta expeditious
Invitation to the first look, you can be a witness
Never count me out even though I will fall
You can never question if I truly gave my all
I'll set the stage for ya
I'll set the stage for ya
Let me let me let me let me
Set the stage for ya
What you doing if it isn't for the long haul?
I'm running game, you just playing 'cause you wanna stall
I'll set the stage for ya
I'll set the stage for ya
Let me let me let me let me
Set the stage for ya
When you defy the odds and free from all the sham facades
You're set apart from every single person in your squad
Perceiving frauds that's on a journey where the roads are broad
You persevere since you no longer do it for the applause
I'll fight back if you strike first
It's in my blood so it's unrehearsed
I'll still prevail even at my worst
There really no point on stopping me
League of my own like a latchkey
Plowing competition so carefree
My name going down in the books yeah, check the marquee
Who can halt the plan?
I'm different 'cause I am bound to stand
When in a jam
I will come out with the upper hand
I'm gonna rise in an instance
Sorta expeditious
Invitation to the first look, you can be a witness
Never count me out even though I will fall
You can never question if I truly gave my all
I'll set the stage for ya
I'll set the stage for ya
Let me let me let me let me
Set the stage for ya
What you doing if it isn't for the long haul?
I'm running game, you just playing 'cause you wanna stall
I'll set the stage for ya
I'll set the stage for ya
Let me let me let me let me
Set the stage for ya
The Takeover
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Alternative, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arena, Attitude, Basketball, Beast, Boastful, Club, Cocky, Competition, Complex, Confident, Crime, Criminal, Crushing, Dangerous, Dark, Death, Determined, Dirty, Distorted, Driving, Excited, Explicit Lyrics, Face Off, Fast, Fight, Fuzzy, Game Time, Gang, Gritty, Intense, Killer, Mafia, Mean, Murder, Ominous, Police, Power, Promo, Propulsive, Pumped Up, Robbery, Showdown, Sports, Stadium, Struggle, Swagger, Turf, Underground, War
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
152
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
The Takeover
CHORUS:
It's the takeover
Everybody put they hands on the floor
The exits covered we barricading the door
And I'm not leavin' till I get what I came for
Take over the game if I'm able cause this is CaiN's War
The takeover, it's the takeover
Only God knows when the rain over
She said she thought she would look better in a Range Rover
I told her that her friend was lookin' better then the date over
Oh no, I done fucked it up again
But a couple hours later I was f***** wit her friend
Her friend knew that I was f***** up to begin with, cuz every other night I pick another chick to end with
I'm crazy, too lazy
I don't do a verse unless you pay me
I don't do a song unless you play me
And I don't fight fair so don't ever try to play me
Word play is ridiculous ain't nobody as sick as this is you wanna get twisted give a call
I got the rhythm delivery if you think you ill as me then just get on the court pick up the ball
Game over, I'm done
Don't nobody shine brighter than the sun
Never gonna die, higher I'm the Son
It's the Matrix and I'm Neo so I know that I'm the One
Clear the copies the original has won
The time to question everything's begun
And if you fakin' I'll dismantle you for fun
And watch you little chickens start to run
You been lied to ain't no better way to say it
Then if I got a plane and had to spray it
The sky died and the clouds are turnin' grey
And the breath of Armageddon gettin' closer every day
So I'm a have to make a f*****' change in what I say
Put the pen to paper see what happens to the page
Light it all on fire let the rage fuel the flames
S*** nobody wasn't ever gonna listen anyway
CHORUS
Slow it down it's been a decade and a half
I done written and linguistically spitted to make em spaz
But now I got a cynics point of view I've gotten mad
If conscious rappers was sellin' then you woulda been the man
Well I'm sick of this it's just ridiculous
Gave it all I got n y'all still wasn't diggin' it
Maybe if I switch it and just twist it up like licorice then maybe I could flip and get up out of this predicament I wish that it was different
Wish there was more of us to go around
Feel like the last of the Mohicans in this ghost town
But now I'm sittin' and I'm thinkin' that I been found
Start a revolution when I surface from the underground
I tried to make em believers they had me feelin' like Jesus
I wasn't tryin' to preach
Just tried to show em what they could be
But if I gotta burn on the cross with all these other rappers who floss
Then maybe I ain't ready at all
And I don't think I wanna do this no more
Then I sat myself down and said the beat was sick
That I had to get up on it and just let it rip
That if I could make a difference to a couple kids it wouldn't even matter if this song even became a hit
Told myself I had a point and that I'd put it down
Then I took to the critics shoved it in they mouth
They ain't got no taste swallow with a smile
And I ask with a straight face f****** do you hear me now
CHORUS
I Run It
Artist(s): Ty Frankel
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Writer(s):
Ty Frankel (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Atlanta, Big, Cars, Club, Cocky, Confrontational, Crisp, Dance, Dirty South, Drugs, Fame, Huge, Intense, Money, Rebellious, Sports, Streets, Strip Club, Swag, Swagger
Instruments:
808, Bass, Brass, Drums, Percussion, Snare Drum, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
64
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Violence
Artist(s): HighRise
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Writer(s):
Alexander William Larkman (BMI) 50% / Brian C Frank (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Crime, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Drugs, Edgy, Eerie, Explicit, Explicit Lyrics, Gangs, Gorey, Graphic, Gritty, Hard, Haunting, Hypnotic, Mean, Power, Raw, Street Smart, Streets, Swagger, Taunting, Thug, Tough, Violence
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, SFX, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
130
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Violence
VIOLENCE (CLEAN)
INTRO
(Violence)
PRE-CHORUS
(2X)
This life, don't mess around (mess around)
This death, don't mess around (mess around)
(2X)
This life, don't mess around (violence)
This death, don't mess around (violence)
CHORUS
How you get along with a killer?
Don't think about it, be a bigger villain
How you get along with a killer?
Keep your head and be quicker on the trigger, yeah
How you get along with a killer?
See him swing by his neck,
Clean the mess with a brillo,
Get the stains off deck
Then you paint over it
Don't take no bets
Leave the body in the willow yeah
VERSE 1
I give them girls the run around
They left their man back in lost and found
Check back in ten then go get him out
He bouta swing, you should talk him down
He's checking out my anatomy
Plotting on what to cut out of me
Gone pop off a clip I don't doubt it B
Add a new notch to his belt, that's a casualty
I can see the ivy on his trigger finger
Itching from a distance boy is barely contained
You had better constrain him, cuffs and the chains
Not about to make a threat cuz
I don't make those in vain
Boy's burnin up, no Aloe Vera
You ain't gotta tell me that I don't scare ya
9 in ya waistband, I'm aware yea
Better pop quick I won't dare ya
(Violence)
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I give them girls the run around
Lips on her neck I can lock it down
Leg lock her hips ain't no pulling out
She left her man back in lost and found
He's checking out my anatomy
He know just what to cut out of me
Six off his hip looking down on me
Add a new notch to his belt that's a casualty
Gallows walk Pillow talk
Cut him off, bitch is soft
Blood is on the mantle covering the family photograph,
Lock up on the handle, ain't no way to go through shattered glass
Boys burning up no aloe vera
Thoughts on his mind like I don't care yeah
Blood on his hands like mile long stare yeah
Better pop off quick-
CHORUS
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VIOLENCE (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
(Violence)
PRE-CHORUS
(2X)
This life, don't mess around (mess around)
This death, don't mess around (mess around)
(2X)
This life, don't mess around (violence)
This death, don't mess around (violence)
CHORUS
How you get along with a killer?
Don't think about it, be a bigger villain
How you get along with a killer?
Keep your head and be quicker on the trigger, yeah
How you get along with a killer?
See him swing by his neck,
Clean the mess with a brillo,
Get the stains off deck
Then you paint over it
Don't take no bets
Leave the body in the willow yeah
VERSE 1
I give them bitches the run around
They left their man back in lost and found
Check back in ten then go get him out
He bouta swing, you should talk him down
He's checking out my anatomy
Plotting on what to cut out of me
Gone pop off a clip I don't doubt it B
Add a new notch to his belt, that's a casualty
I can see the ivy on his trigger finger
Itching from a distance boy is barely contained
You had better constrain him, cuffs and the chains
Not about to make a threat cuz
I don't make those in vain
Boy's burnin up, no Aloe Vera
You ain't gotta tell me that I don't scare ya
9 in ya waistband, I'm aware yea
Better pop quick I won't dare ya
(Violence)
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I give them bitches the run around
Lips on her neck I can lock it down
Leg lock her hips ain't no pulling out
She left her man back in lost and found
He's checking out my anatomy
He know just what to cut out of me
Six off his hip looking down on me
Add a new notch to his belt that's a casualty
Gallows walk Pillow talk
Cut him off, bitch is soft
Blood is on the mantle covering the family photograph,
Lock up on the handle, ain't no way to go through shattered glass
Boys burning up no aloe vera
Thoughts on his mind like I don't care yeah
Blood on his hands like mile long stare yeah
Better pop off quick-
CHORUS
Came Through Killing It
Artist(s): WEARETHEGOOD
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Writer(s):
Ignacio Saucedo (BMI) 50% / Wesley Eugene Smith Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
After Party, Aggressive, Bling, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Drugs, Eerie, Flaunting, Gold Chain, Gritty, Hypnotic, Jewelry, Limo, Mean, Party, Power, Southern, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Taunting, Thug, Tough, Trippy
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
149
Key:
G♯m/A♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Came Through Killing It
CAME THROUGH KILLING IT
CHORUS
Came thru killing it...man down
Working with the drip put the pan down
I just got a bag bring the bands out
Came thru killing it...man down
Came thru killing it...man down
Came thru killing it...man down
I just got a bag bring the bands out
Came thru killing it...man down
VERSE 1
I just came thru with the monster bag
Know I grew up where the monsters at
Any time we talking, where the commas at?
Dripping all this flavor Willy Wonka swag! OH OH
I gotta get it in bands though, I gotta get an advance though
All this money keep my pants low, who gon tell me that I can't though?
Don't be stunting for the gram though, know I came up out the bando
Ain't a neighborhood I can't go, what we talking? Yes
CHORUS
OUTRO
Get the bag get the bag get the bag
Get the bag get the bag get the bag
Pop a tag, pop a tag, pop a tag
Get the bag, get the bag man down
CHORUS
Big Drip
Artist(s): WEARETHEGOOD
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Writer(s):
Sage Elias Rodrigo (BMI) 50% / Wesley Eugene Smith Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
After Party, Aggressive, Bling, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Drugs, Eerie, Flaunting, Gold Chain, Gritty, Hypnotic, Jewelry, Limo, Mean, Party, Power, Southern, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Taunting, Thug, Tough, Trippy
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
120
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Big Drip
BIG DRIP
CHORUS
Feeling like I can't lose
How you gon stop these moves?
Drop top drop top drop top
Look how the light come through
Yea...oh ohhhhh
Big Drip big drip Big drip Big drip
Oh oooh
Big drip Big drip Big drip Big drip
Feeling like I can't lose
Don't you know I paid my dues
Top flo top flo top flo
Oh you gotta see these views
Yea...oh ohhhhh
Big Drip big drip Big drip Big drip
Oh oooh
Big drip Big drip Big drip Big drip
VERSE 1
I been doing real outstanding
Working with the moves no dancing
I been in control like Janet
So high I'm on a whole other planet
Wrist like water with the patek
Drowning in designer I'm an addict
Your diamonds real cloudy that's static
I don't want yo girl I already had it
VERSE 2
I send 20 racks don't even blink
I spent 20 more didn't even think
I bought a 100 bottles I don't even drink
My ice too cold I'm need a mink
My diamonds going crazy I'm need a shrink
Whole lotta cash I'm a need a Brink
Got butterfly doors on the lambo
Who gonna tell me anywhere that I can't go?
CHORUS
Feenix
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 50% / Scott Horton (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Alternative, Electro, Hip Hop, Indie, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Sports
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arena, Attitude, Basketball, Boastful, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Crime, Criminal, Crushing, Dangerous, Dark, Death, Determined, Dirty, Distorted, Driving, Edgy, Epic, Face Off, Fight, Fuzzy, Game Time, Gang, Gritty, Inspired, Intense, Killer, Mafia, Mean, Motivated, Murder, Ominous, Overcoming, Police, Power, Promo, Propulsive, Pumped Up, Rebirth, Rising, Robbery, Showdown, Sports, Stadium, Struggle, Swagger, Tough, Trailer
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Trailer
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
160
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Feenix
Rising up
straight from out the ground I am the greatest at this
have you seen the latest fact sheets
violent like the great Apache
if you want come and attack me
I'll smack you back to the past
my run is planning to last
I'm hitting targets exactly
I'm a sharpshooter
never miss when I get in the groove
never lose
you can't even walk a mile inside my shoes
I don't move
I don't budge
I don't make no lame excuse
I just tighten all the screws
light up till I blow a fuse
I'm getting ready
it's going steady
I'm headed for the end drop the confetti
I'm intent and I'm not sensing any weakness
watch me rise from out the ashes like a Phoenix
Give it up
there's nothing in my way I am unstoppable
no matter what I think I know it's possible
I'm running at a level that so optimal
that trying to go against me is just simply irresponsible
I push it much further than most
brag and I boast
trying to catch me I'm ghost
gas never let up or coast
pull up and approach
and you get smoked, choke
coughing from all of the dust
I got a passion let's call it a lust
I am the greatest that's saying enough
feel the ground shaking that's me coming up
Warm It Up
Artist(s): Mpax
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Writer(s):
Alan Ivan Puac (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, R&B, Rap, Reality TV
Keywords:
Attitude, Back Alley, Back Story, Cars, City, Conflict, Confrontation, Crime, Cruising, Dark, Flashback, Gang, Ghetto, Gritty, Impending, Mean, Money, Moody, Mug Shot, Ominous, Scary, Streets, Struggle, Suspense, Tension, Tough, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
65
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Ubetcha
Artist(s): Yaydo
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Writer(s):
Alex Larkman (PRS) 45% / Jason Aaron Garland-Milhauser (BMI) 55%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
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.
You Better Duck Quick
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:
Alternative, Electronic, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arena, Attitude, Beast, Club, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Crunk, Crushing, Dark, Death, Determined, Dirty, Driving, Drugs, Entrance, Explicit Lyrics, Face Off, Fast, Fight, Game Time, Gang, Gritty, Intense, Killer, Mean, Murder, Ominous, Police, Promo, Propulsive, Pumped Up, Showdown, Stadium, Struggle, Swagger, Underground
Instruments:
Bass, Claps, Drums, Keyboard, Organ, SFX, Synths
BPM:
152
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
You Better Duck Quick
This that crack hit, make a dope head wanna do a back flip
I'm like Batman in this all black, to these bad b****** I'm Bruce Wayne
Like car seats we all strapped, ain't no 1 on 1's we all scrap
I'm on the 101 in my corvette, with your dream girl I never call back
Back back back back back the f*** up, for a n**** act the f*** up
Nigga never had s*** had to hustle, wanna join us have to match the muscle
Head of my time nigga too far, jazzy with the b****** like Utah
Got the rocket on me like Houston, you can get it for the low like Groupon
I spend all my time, tryna get a million baby, fuck a living make a killing baby, mob ties like I'm a Sicilian baby Woah!
I'm the only n****they f*** with, so you know I'm not to be f***** with, when that Badddddd spray you better duck quick
CHORUS:
When that Bddddd spray you better duck quick
When that Bddddd spray you better duck quick
You know I'm not to be f***** with
You know I'm not to be f***** with
You know I'm not to be f***** with
Vvs in my wrist watch, trigger finger got chicken pox, and I'm itching to let this b**** go, like top 40 you gone get popped
Kush you can smell it through the zip lock, shawty suckig d*** till her lips lock, a whole lot of cars in the front yard, got the b**** looking like a pit stop
Whoop whoop fish tailing when that cops come, fish scale yea I got some, let me know if you ever wanna comp one
If you get out of hand you get handled, I'm like bob the builder got hammers, girl can I get a handful I'm handsome, a**, p**** mouth, and some
Baking soda with the water, whip it real good
Got a young man balling damn it feel good
Count it up count it up no money machine Ima count by hand
Give my bitch a couple grand, we dropping bombs like Japan
CHORUS
Stove
Artist(s): Saint Andrews
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 66.66% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 33.34%
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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Writer(s):
Anthony Thompson (ASCAP) 33.34% / Joseph Michael Darby (BMI) 33.33% / Ty Frankel (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 66.66% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 33.34%
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***
Coming Back
Artist(s): Cash C. (feat. Edoe)
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Writer(s):
Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50% / Charizma Shardayne Denise Upshaw (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Anger, Attitude, Bad Bitch, Badass, Bold, Boss, Bravado, Confident, Confrontational, Dark, Defiant, Determined, Drive, Drugs, Edgy, Flaunting, Gangster, Guns, Late Nght, Money, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Obstacles, Overcoming Struggle, Power, Proud, Sex, Streets, Success, Tough
Instruments:
808 Bass, Bells, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
150
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Coming Back
COMING BACK (CLEAN)
INTRO
Yea yea yea, yea
They ain't know
They ain't know
CHORUS
They ain't know how I was coming
When I pulled up in a new whip
Hey, yea I got a new b***h
And I hopped out with some new drip
VERSE 1
I know these b*****s gon have a trip
They gon wanna taste this tea I'm spilling
Every step I take
They like you need to take a break
You going to fast on this tape
I know these b*****s can't relate
How I be dripping like a lake
It's crazy how n****s a turn on me
When loyalty don't cost a thing
I clearly see b*****s ain't riding for me
N****s ain't dying for me
I gotta be
In my own zone now, on my own now
F**k the police yea I'm gone now
And I been crying for weeks but nobody gave me no tissue
That's why I keep rolling up to blow away these issues
This b***h keep calling talkin 'bout I got a bad attitude
B***h get off my line go ahead and call your dude
Not tryna be rude but nobody get s**t from me
Nobody getting a dime
Nobody made up this rhyme
Man I'm done wasting time
Imma stay on my grind
Yea I'm heading for the top
Nobody stealing my spot
I got this s**t on lock lock lock
CHORUS 2
I know you got a n***a tell me something I don't know
Let me know if Imma f**k or not cause I got to go
Every time you get around your friends you think that they don't know
They can see it in your face that we be f*****g on the low
I came from nothing, I ain't have no bed sleeping on the floor
I was robbing I was selling drugs, tired of being broke
Know some b*****s wish I never met, wish I never spoke
Know some n****s wish I never met, wish I never spoke
VERSE 2
If I ever shot a n***a block I'm coming back
Turn this b***h around I'm hopping n*gga where you at
I got a nine millimeter with a thirty on my lap
Bout to make my family proud stacking pennies Kyla Pratt
Got some killers that will shot for me that's if I ask
If you run then that n***a done shot him in the back
And you know we coming black and white like sister act
Two twin glocks, one of the Cody one of the Zack
My brother he my brother I know my brother gon shot for me
Never trust a b***h cause I know what that b*tch a do to me
Right is right, wrong is wrong, only when you using me
Play me then I cut you off that what happens usually
My n***a Imma hop up in that pussy Imma dive it
Jackie Robinson you know Imma slide in it
Get rich or die trying, Imma die with it
You the main so don't worry about no side b*tches
CHORUS 2
BRIDGE
Into that new s**t
Lit like my waist
Everytime I leave she having a fit
Man I got these n****s pissed
Wishing they can flow like this
Wishing they can flow like this
Making hits after hits
To left and right Muhammad Ali in this b***h
Man it's looking tight for anybody that try to compete
Might as well step aside, yea
Y'all might as well step aside
Yeaa
CHORUS 1
______________________________________
COMING BACK (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
Yea yea yea, yea
They ain't know
They ain't know
CHORUS 1
They ain't know how I was coming
When I pulled up in a new whip
Hey, yea I got a new bitch
And I hopped out with some new drip
VERSE 1
I know these bitches gon have a trip
They gon wanna taste this tea I'm spilling
Every step I take
They like you need to take a break
You going to fast on the tape
I know these bitches can't relate
How I be dripping like a lake
It's crazy how niggas still turn on me
When loyalty don't cost a thing
I clearly see bitches ain't riding for me
Niggas ain't dying for me
I gotta be
In my own zone now, on my own now
Fuck the police yea I'm gone now
And I been crying for weeks but nobody gave me no tissue
That's why I keep rolling up to blow away these issues
This bitch keep calling talkin 'bout I got a bad attitude
Bitch get off my line go ahead and call your dude
Not tryna be rude but nobody get shit from me
Nobody getting a dime
Nobody made up this rhyme
Man I'm done wasting time
Imma stay on my grind
Yea I'm heading for the top
Nobody stealing my spot
I got this shit on lock lock lock lock
CHORUS 2
I know you got a nigga tell me something I don't know
Let me know if Imma fuck or not because I got to go
Every time you get around your friends you think that they don't know
They can see it in your face that we be fucking on the low
I came from nothing, I ain't have no bed sleeping on the floor
I was robbing I was selling drugs, tired of being broke
Know some bitches wish I never met, wish I never spoke
Know some niggas wish I never met, wish I never spoke
VERSE 2
If I ever shot a nigga block I'm coming back
Turn this bitch around I'm hopping out nigga where you at
I got a nine millimeter with a thirty on my lap
Bout to make my family proud stacking pennies Kyla Pratt
Got some killers that will shot for me that's if I ask
If you run then that nigga done shoot him in the back
And you know we coming black and white like sister act
Two twin glocks, one of the Cody one of the Zack
My brother he my brother I know my brother gon shoot for me
Never trust a bitch cause I know what that bitch a do to me
Right is right, wrong is wrong, only when you using me
Play me then I cut you off that what happens usually
My nigga Imma hop up in that pussy Imma dive it
Jackie Robinson you know Imma slide in it
Get rich or die trying, Imma die with it
You the main so don't worry about no side bitches
CHORUS 2
BRIDGE
Into that new shit
Lit like my waist
Everytime I leave she having a fit
Man I got these niggas pissed
Wishing they can flow like this
Wishing they can flow like this
Making hits after hits
To left and right Muhammad Ali in this bitch
Man it's looking tight for anybody that try to compete
Might as well step aside, yea
Y'all might as well step aside
Yeaa
CHORUS 1
Flooded
Artist(s): J.Cash The King
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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
Ready
Artist(s): IamViix
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Writer(s):
Marco Cian (SOCAN) 40% / Pete Momarr Scott (BMI) 20% / Zarnoosh Bilimoria (SOCAN) 40%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
After Party, Aggressive, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Drugs, Edgy, Eerie, Getting High, Gritty, Hypnotic, Party, Power, Sports, Streets, Swagger, Thug, Tough, Trippy
Instruments:
808 Kick, Bass, Drums, Percussion, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
100
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Ready
READY
PRE-CHORUS
Taking off like rocket
Move too fast can't stop it
Got pull corner pocket
Yeah (3X)
CHORUS
Cause I'm ready, ready
Cause I'm ready
VERSE 1
I'm ready to take off like a rocket,
And it's no way that you can try to stop it,
I'm so high right now, higher than a cockpit,
I'm so high right now I think I might need myself a pilot
So fly and don't got no stylist,
Don't drive less it got no mileage
No time since got this on my wrist
Too sick, too sick like it's virus
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Ready to take off like a rocket
When my team link, it's a mosh pit
Zoom too fast can't stop it,
No hands, autopilot,
No keys, push, start driving,
Zoom (3X)
CHORUS
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
You Can't Stop This
Artist(s): WEARETHEGOOD
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Writer(s):
Sage Elias Rodrigo (BMI) 50% / Wesley Eugene Smith Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Sports, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Basketball, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Edgy, Game, Gritty, Hypnotic, Mean, Party, Power, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Taunting, Thug, Tough, Trippy, Triumphant, Winning
Instruments:
Drums, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
160
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
You Can't Stop This
CHORUS
How you gon stop this?
Took up the notches
Big boss cockpit
I'm on your watch list
How you gon stop this? (I can't stop) (3X)
You cannot stop this? (I can't stop)
VERSE 1
I move right you left
Classic like a NES
Big boss moves with the steps
I don't even catch my breath
Class been started you late
Made it from the bottom thats fate
Had to push it up no weight
Did that there in one take
Going all the way no breaks
Big biz no MBA
Bout to make a big wave no lakes
I'm a superhero no cape
My diamonds is flawless
My flow so appealing
I'm balling no Spaulding
I'm working my calling
I gotta go all in
I never be stalling
Move too fast man
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I don't ever stop I run for it
Coming against us you done for it
Got a championship need 1 more
Give the people what they come for
My whole team got big names
Every game we play a big game
Swish swish swish my wrist game
Move too quick like quicksand
CHORUS
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
Eye Of The Storm
Artist(s): Exit Prose
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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, Sports
Keywords:
Adversity, Aggressive, Arena, Bad Ass, Basketball, Battle, Bold, Boxing, Challenge, Competition, Confrontational, Defiant, Determined, Emotional, Epic, Fighting, Football, Gang, Gritty, Intense, Motivation, Never Give Up, Odds, Overcoming, Perseverance, Persistence, Pounding, Power, Promo, Rising, Shootout, Sports, Strength, Strong, Struggle, Swagger, Tough, Triumphant
Instruments:
808, Bass, Drums, Strings, Synths
BPM:
85
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Eye Of The Storm
VERSE 1
Another hero rises up
Out of the dawn
Hand on my hilt
Ready for em
Locked in brilliant form
Eyes full of vermillion
Ain't no fealty sworn
Except for a few
I hold with resilient born
Un-torn, unconditional
Constant affinity
Were here for jaunt
And then were gone
For infinity
I'm taking up the gauntlet
No acting timidly
They try to intimidate me
But they can't eliminate me
All they can do is hate me
But there the ones made me
Melded by the mayhem
My mind's my only sanctum
I got to find a way
For every move they play
Cuz when all the pieces fall
Its either me or they (4X)
CHORUS (2X)
Looking out
Through the eye of the storm
Through the riot and calm
Through the night and the dawn
Through the plight
And the strife
To the final beyond
Like a Viking song
VERSE 2
I stay wary
Conscious of my surroundings
Cause I know
Everywhere I go
Conflict surrounds me
It's the constant
State of affairs
But I can't be afraid
I got to embrace any fear
That I have
Got to take any trace that appears
Then turn into something
More brazen and fierce
Cuz when they start engaging
And invading my sphere
I got to be ready
To break em off
Leave em impaired
Cuz they out for blood
And their plot is
To end me
I'm defending
My honor
My name
Is an emblem
Of symbol courage
And independence
There will be no occurrence
Of any surrendering
I'm taking a stand
Making my brand
Never faking
Never breaking
Never forsaking my clan
Forever adamant
Surveying land
Holding fate in my hand (4X)
CHORUS (2X)
Don Ga Bong
Artist(s): oSean
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Korean Hip Hop, Korean Rap, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Aggressive, Ambition, Back Alley, Bling, Cars, Club, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Crude, Dangerous, Dark, Decadence, Determined, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Explicit Lyrics, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Greed, Gritty, Guns, Hold Up, Hostile, Killer, Korea, Korea Town, Korean, Mean, Menacing, Money, Ominous, Prison, Raw, Rich, Rough, Scary, Shooting, Steal, Street, Streets, Struggle, Swagger, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, SFX, Synth
BPM:
109
Language:
Korean
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Don Ga Bong
돈가방 - Don Ga Bong (MONEY BAG)
Verse 1 :
Put that money bag in my money bag
돈벌이 되는 걸로 돈벌이 해
don't worry let the money do the talkin' ay
돈 아님, dont bother, 돈벌어 ay
i be in the zone in the early mornin'
lotta thotties wanna f*****' party all nite
전화기는 꺼 아님 비행기 모드
money over hoes 돈 더 벌어 ay
이건 병 이건 완전 직업 병이야
i ma ball with my pros in California
all the foes hustle talkin' 다 개 뻥이야
높은곳 가도 되 여기는 합법이야
손으로 다 못셀거야 ma money
기계로세면 헬리콥터 소리
we get the won n' the dollars u know it
이걸 난 원해서 잠못들었지
f*** sleep
잠은 죽어서나 실컷
해가 뜰때까지 still up
자꾸 돈이 나를 불러
cuz ain't nobody realer
Chorus:
i need that money bag
in my money bag x3
돈벌이되는걸로 돈벌이해
돈얘기 아님 난 꺼리지
f*** 어리버리 s***, i aint f*****' with
f*** errbody s***, 다 적이지
in my money bag
싹다 쓸어담어 쓰윽 x3
in my money bag yayayaya
Verse 2 :
f*** being fake about it
take money
내 모토 니나 잘해
내차례 절대로 뒤로 안빼 난
하고싶은 말 있으면 해 that's it
새끼들이 말이많아 쓸데없는 말이자나
쉽게 보지마 난 장난 하지않아 돈갖다가
내 돈가방, 세탁기에 넣고 다 빨아
병신들 평생 남 똥꼬나 빨아
난 하나 똥도 안주는 반항아 같은 태도 마랴
만의하나 내가 낼죽는데도 후회없는 삶을 살아
f*** u know about me
난 낮과 밤이 바뀌다못해 잠도 없이 grindin'
날보고 미쳤다고해도 f*****' pedal to the metal
겁도 없지 다른 level 에서 fatal 한걸 뱉어내고
더 챙겨 내 돈가방에
돈이 아니면 don't bother me
다른 랩퍼들 돈자랑질 민망하게만드는 problem kid
너네들 어렸을때 난 진짜 hustlin' f***** cocaine
임마 나 어렸을땐 그것도 없어서 만들어 slang
Chorus:
i need that money bag
in my money bag x3
돈벌이되는걸로 돈벌이해
돈얘기 아님 난 꺼리지
f*** 어리버리 s***, i aint f*****' with
f*** errbody s***, 다 적이지
in my money bag
싹다 쓸어담어 쓰윽 x3
in my money bag yayayaya
Phonetic:
Don-Ga-Bang - (MONEY BAG)
Verse 1 :
Put that money bag in my money bag
don buhri dwae neun guhro don buhri hae
don't worry let the money do the talkin ay
don ah nim don't bother don buh ruh ay
i be in the zone in the early mornin
lotta thotties wanna f***** party all nite
jun hwa gi neun gguh ah nim bi hang gi mode
money over hoes don duh buh ruh ay
e-gun byung e-gun wonjun jig gup byung-e-ya
i ma ball with my pros in california
all the foes hustle talkin da ge bbung-e-ya
nopen gosae itsuh do dwae yuh-gi neun hap bup-e-ya
soneuro da mote sel guh-ya ma money
gi gae ro sae myun helicopter sori
we get the won n the dollars u know it
e-guhl nan won hae suh jam mote deuh ruht ji f*** sleep
jam eun jook uh suh na sil kut
hae ga ddeul ddae gga ji still up
jaggoo don-e na reul bool luh
cuz aint nobody realer
Chorus:
i need that money bag
in my money bag x3
don buhri dwae neun guhro don buhri hae
don yae-gi ah nim nan ggu ri ji
f*** uh-ri-bu-ri s***, i aint f***** with
f*** errbody s***, da jug-gi-ji
in my money bag
ssak dah sseuh ruh dam uh x3
in my money bag yayayaya
Verse 2:
f*** being fake about it
take money nae moto nina jalhae
nae charae nan jul dae dwi roh ahn bbae
hago sipeun mal it sseu myun hae thats it
saeggi duri marimana sseuldaeup neun marijana
ship gae bojima nan jangnan haji anah don gaht daga
nae don-ga-bang, sae takki ae nuko da bbara
byungsindeul pyungsang nam ddong ggo nah bbah rah
nan hana ddong do ahn jooneun ban hang-ah gateun taedo maryah
mahn eu hana nae ga nell jookneundedo who hwae upneun salmeul sara
f*** u know about me
nan natgwa bami bwakwidamothae jamdo upsi grindin
nalbogo mi chut dago hedo f***** pedal to the metal gupdo upji dareun level aesuh fatal hanguhl batuh nego
duh chang gyu nae don-ga-bang-ae
doni ahnim don't bother me
dareun rapper del don ja rang jil min mang ha gae mandeu neun problem kid
nuh nae deul uh ryut sseul ddae nan jin jja hustlin f***** cocaine
imma na uhryut sseul dan geugutdo up suhsuh mandeuruh slang
English Translation:
"MONEY BAG"
Verse 1 :
Put that money bag in my money bag
make money with the s*** that makes money
don't worry let the money do the talkin' ay
if it ain't money, don't bother, make money ay
i be in the zone in the early mornin'
lotta thotties wanna f*****' party all nite
turn the phone off or put it on airplane mode
money over hoes, make more money ay
its like a sickness, that workaholic sickness
i ma ball with my pros in California
all the foes hustle talkin' all f***** lies
we can go to a higher place cuz its legal here
til we can't count money with hands
count it with the machine and it makes a helicopter sound
we get the won n' the dollars u know it
because I wanted this I couldn't sleep
f*** sleep, sleep plenty when I die
til the sunrise I'm still up
money keep callin' me
cuz ain't nobody realer
Chorus:
i need that money bag
in my money bag x3
make money with the s*** that makes money
if u ain't talkin money i ain't about it
f*** sucker s***, i aint f*****' with
f*** errbody s***, all enemies
in my money bag
sweep it all in x3
in my money bag yayayaya
Verse 2 :
f*** being fake about it
take money - my motto, u do u
my turn, and I never back out
wanna say something then say it, and thats it
suckas talk too much, all them words useless
don't take me light, I don't play with my money
I put my money bag in the laundry
suckers keep kissin a**
I don't give a fuck like rebel
if i die tomorrow, I ma die with no regrets
f*** u know about me
day and night switches and now i grind with no sleep
u might say im crazy but i go pedal to the metal with no fear,
and I'm on another level spittin' fatal s***
put more in to my money bag
if it ain't money, don't bother me
a problem kid embarrassing other rappers' money flexing
when yall was young i really hustled cocaine
when I was young, I didn't even have it so I made it and slanged that s***
Chorus:
i need that money bag
in my money bag x3
make money with the shit that makes money
if u ain't talkin money i ain't about it
f*** sucker s***, i aint f*****' with
f*** errbody s***, all enemies
in my money bag
sweep it all in x3
in my money bag yayayaya
Night Games
Artist(s): Rouvaun Roman
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
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Subcategories:
Drama, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Reality TV, Suspense, Tension, Trap
Keywords:
Attitude, Back Alley, Back Story, Cars, Cash, City, Conflict, Confrontation, Crime, Cruising, Dark, Flashback, Gang, Ghetto, Impending, Mean, Money, Moody, Mug Shot, Ominous, Streets, Struggle, Suspense, Tension, Tough, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
130
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
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