Tracks Similar To Lamborgini
Drivin' Illegal
Artist(s): Prez (feat. Haji)
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Writer(s):
David Lee Potter (ASCAP) 50% / Dharmesh Parmar (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Reality TV
Keywords:
Attitude, Back Alley, Cars, Cash, City, Cocky, Confident, Crime, Cruising, Drunk, Gang, Ghetto, Money, Posse, Radio, Rowdy, Stereo, Streets, Strip Club, Swagger
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
92
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Drivin' Illegal
VERSE 1
Wildin like hyenas, brand new beamer
Players like this oh no you you never seen none
Wet Aquafina, Yea I got my green up
Shawty wanna be a rock star trina
Yea I'm a dreamer I dream until I turn it,
Now turn that ass around while I smoke this Kermit
Yyou earn it I spend it, never see me lend it
Ridin' around turnt up my L's suspended
Ridin' around turnt up my L's suspended
Ridin' around turnt up my L's suspended
Hook
Drivin' illegal, drivin' illegal
Ridin a Benz you ridin' a regal
It's me and my amigos, wildin like deebo
And they bout that action Steven Seagal
Drivin' illegal drive driven' illegal, drivin' illegal
Drive drivin illegal, drivin' illegal drive drivin illegal
Bout that action Steven Seagal.
VERSE 2
I be drivin' illegal driven illegal
You know what we doin' wildin' out with my people
Blunt that I'm smokin', cost about three O
And you know I'm bout my dinero like Rio
De jinero I don't roll with squaros, I be Ruth Chris steak no carrows,
And if you talkin' about no money you can move it and I don't need no
Nike sign to tell me I can do it,
My L's suspended my whip real nice, everything authentic
I pay full price, if I see the red n blue lights you know that I'm a smash it
Do about a hundred and get off the next exit
2 Much
Artist(s): Billy Gram
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Writer(s):
Jorodd Phillips (ASCAP) 50% / Ty Frankel (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions
Keywords:
After Party, Aggressive, Carefree, Cars, Cash, Club, Cocky, Confident, Drugs, Explicit Lyrics, Freewheeling, Money, Playful, Posse, Radio, Riding, Rowdy, Streets, Swag, West Coast, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Bells, Drums, Percussion, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
91
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
2 Much
Oh my God, uh Oh my God
Just let me do my thing
VERSE
All my niggas all real niggas
707 young field niggas
Used to rock the Fila with my Hilfiger
Then I got the chevy let it peel nigga
Trill nigga I just want a black card
I just hit the backyard, runnin from the cop car
Yadadamean my nig serve the fiends that berries n cream no blapstar
Woke up feeling like a trapstar
Pull up in the hood gripping wood no Hacksaw
No games, thats Capcom
All izm it ain't even got a app for
Said I represent the Flats boy
Trap jumping you can't even hit the backboard
Oh my God Gram don't know how to act boy
I guess I'm stunting, I should probably make them ask for it
HOOK
I smoke too much weed
I'm on too much heem
Just let me do my thing
VERSE
Been about business since '88
Why you fake pimping get your paper straight
Early morning shift trying to make a play
S*** I was broke for a minute had to make a way
Blowing on cookie, Earvin- swerving
All black in the back of that suburban
Whole team working, Heem team, I don't do the Bourbon
Somebody tell these niggas that it's curtains
Perfect, yes- Baby am I worth it? Yes
If it's money on line I deserve a check
Keep a bunny on line with some perfect neck
A1 I just get up in her purse and jet
No flex zone, neck gold Fadavi piece
Woe is me, oh my god like I hit the lottery
Please don't bother me, I just want to roll up- hold up
Couple double cups somebody pour up
HOOK
OUTRO
Nigga I don't give a f***
Said we don't give a f***
Nigga I don't give a f***
Little nigga give a f***
Nigga I don't give a f***
Nigga we don't give a f***
Nigga gave no f***
Nigga
The Beat Down
Artist(s): Rouvaun Roman
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Writer(s):
Rouvaun Gus Roman (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Reality TV
Keywords:
Attitude, Back Alley, Cars, Cash, City, Confident, Conflict, Confrontation, Crime, Cruising, Dark, Flashback, Gang, Ghetto, Mean, Middle Eastern Influence, Money, Moody, Mug Shot, Streets, Strip Club, Swagger, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
71
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Loyal
Artist(s): Axel Bauer
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Writer(s):
Axel Bauer (AKM) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Reality TV
Keywords:
Attitude, Back Alley, Cars, Cash, City, Confident, Conflict, Confrontation, Crime, Cruising, Dark, Flashback, Gang, Ghetto, Mean, Mischief, Money, Moody, Mug Shot, Mystery, Smooth, Sneaking, Sneaky, Streets, Strip Club, Swagger, Undercover
Instruments:
Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
75
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
GTA
Artist(s): Axel Bauer
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Writer(s):
Axel Bauer (AKM) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Reality TV
Keywords:
Attitude, Back Alley, Cars, Cash, City, Confident, Conflict, Confrontation, Crime, Cruising, Dark, Flashback, Gang, Ghetto, Mean, Mischief, Money, Moody, Mug Shot, Mystery, Smooth, Sneaking, Sneaky, Streets, Strip Club, Swagger, Undercover
Instruments:
Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
70
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Drop The Boom
Artist(s): Rouvaun Roman
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Writer(s):
Rouvaun Gus Roman (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Reality TV
Keywords:
Attitude, Back Alley, Cars, Cash, City, Confident, Conflict, Confrontation, Crime, Cruising, Dark, Flashback, Gang, Ghetto, Mean, Money, Moody, Mug Shot, Streets, Strip Club, Swagger
Instruments:
Bass, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
62
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
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
War Of Worlds
Artist(s): Rouvaun Roman
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Writer(s):
Rouvaun Gus Roman (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Reality TV
Keywords:
Attitude, Back Alley, Back Story, Cars, Cash, City, Conflict, Confrontation, Crime, Cruising, Dark, Flashback, Gang, Ghetto, Gritty, Impending, Mean, Money, Moody, Mug Shot, Ominous, Streets, Struggle, Suspense, Tension, Tough, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
80
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
We In The Building
Artist(s): Monk da Monsta
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 50% / Samuel Lawerence Gaymon Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Attitude, Basketball, Bounce, Club, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Determined, Dirty, Drinking, Excited, Explicit Lyrics, Face Off, Football, Game Time, Going Out, Gutter, Match, Mean, Money, Party, Posse, Power, Pumped Up, Raw, Showdown, Sports, Squad, Strip Club, Swagger, Team, Winning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Hand Claps, Synths
BPM:
94
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
We In The Building
Caino beats, we here baby
monsta, gme, uh
its a new day
VERSE 1
All fresh bout to see what the night brings
should i hit em hard or hit em wit da light bling
whip tight, fresh shock detail
fresh black ice sent mixed with the weed smell
roof open, AC bumpng thou
i prolly do about a duece but im driving slow
i gotta make sure they see me
i talk a lot of s*** so i make them believe me
they fresh linguine, stuck like hemi
dey can take 100 shots but i got 1 that lean em
pockets stay creamy, yea you know I'm about mine
N***** think dey on, then I'm out an its drought time
un, man my whole team chewing
my squad been balling since the knicks had Ewing
I'm not you I'm poppin' bottle at the bar
you in here tryna drawl, im tryna holla at a star
CHORUS
Cuz a party ain't a party less we in da building
we in da buildin, we in da building
a party aint a party less we in da building
we in da building, we in da building
a party aint a party less we in da building
we in da building, we in da building
a party aint a party less we in da building
we in da building, we in da building
VERSE 2
Shorty bad Louis V everything
you kno me I'm just thinking bout everything
getting her name, eyeing her frame
tryna see if I'm the type she let slide in her lane, un
an if am then shorty we can ride out
take you to the hide out, an maybe we can wild out
un, an baby we don't need the lox
I ain't talking bout the lox, im talking bout the locks
we home alone, shorty leave ya phone alone
only sound I'm tryna hear is if you scream an moan
so gone I'm like life wit no bail
my eyes sharp i break it down wit no scale
un, an u can bet its on
an i bet by the time i touch town its gone
only kno is two things is what i say is tru
an when it comes to n town we make it do what it do
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Man I don't even see ya'll lames
matter fact, man i dont even kno ya'll names
I just keep on moving, while the rest stay loosing
N***** sware they balling its a damn illusion
where da drinks, where da kush, where da piff an hen
long as the DJ don't stop, I'ma get it in
yeah shorty looking good but i like her friend
even thou a n**** from the hood I'm a gentleman
Caino beats gotchu bouncing like a pogo
asking who running shit, you acting like you dont kno
GME fasho yo, shinning like soul glo
yea i gotta squad but i can ride out solo
Norristown cant nobody do it better
dis is for the ones home, an ones im reaching by letter
m monsta man the bol never slack
i got hard around the clock putting town up on the map
CHORUS
OUTRO
Shorty bouce like the cops coming
shorty bounce like the cops coming
shorty bounce like the cops coming
shorty bounce like the cops coming
pose like you drop something
pose like you drop something
pose like you drop something
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
Gritty Streets
Artist(s): Rouvaun Roman
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Writer(s):
Rouvaun Gus Roman (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Reality TV
Keywords:
Attitude, Back Alley, Back Story, Cars, Cash, City, Conflict, Confrontation, Crime, Cruising, Dark, Flashback, Gang, Ghetto, Gritty, Impending, Mean, Money, Moody, Mug Shot, Ominous, Streets, Struggle, Suspense, Tension, Tough, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
92
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Beat Grind
Artist(s): Rouvaun Roman
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Writer(s):
Rouvaun Gus Roman (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Reality TV
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:
70
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
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
Chains On My Neck
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
After Party, Bling, Boastful, Cash, Celebration, Club, Cocky, Confident, Flaunting, Freewheeling, Fun, Gold Chain, Jewelry, Limo, Money, Party, Playful, Quirky, Strip Club, Swag, VIP
Instruments:
808, Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
81
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Chains On My Neck
Chorus
Chains on my neck, I got chains on my neck
Banging on my chest, I got chains on my neck
You be leaning from the juice, I be leaning from my neck
I got so many chains on, what you expect
Verse 1
It's that gold chain swagger, you can see from long range
Swinging so heavy cuz I got the long chains
Plus the chains chunky, you ain't on my level
Chicks whistle like a kettle when they blinded by the bezel
Flooded with the ice, bare necessity of life
Gold banging the rolly when I'm shaking up dice
Accountant couldn't count my net worth when I'm rolling
Worth my weight in gold, amount of gold I'm holdin'
Chorus
Chains on my neck, got chains on my neck
banging on my chest, got chains on my neck
You be leaning from the juice, I be leaning from my neck
so many chains on, in the house or on the lawn
Chains on my neck, got chains on my neck
Banging on my chest, got chains on my neck
You be leaning from the juice, I be leaning from my neck
So many chains on, what you expect
Verse 2
I got thick chains, big chains, links layered up
Say what up to my jeweler that hook a player up
Best believe you gonna freeze when I roll through,
Can you dig that, cuz I know the gold diggers do
The chains I own I don't loan, you couldn't lease
So I gotta pop a collar so it don't crease
Rocking all my chains, nahmsayin, they swaying
Even when I'm standing still, you know I ain't playin'
SnapBack
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, Inner Conflict, Introspective, Looking Back, Mean, Money, Moody, Mug Shot, Ominous, Reflective, Scary, Streets, Struggle, Suspense, Tension, Tough, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
147
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Night Games
Artist(s): Rouvaun Roman
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Writer(s):
Rouvaun Gus Roman (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
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
Broken Dreams
Artist(s): Rouvaun Roman
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Writer(s):
Rouvaun Gus Roman (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Reality TV, Sports
Keywords:
Adversity, Attitude, Big, Cars, Cash, City, Conflict, Confrontation, Crime, Cruising, Dark, Epic, Gang, Impending, Mean, Money, Persistence, Rising, Sports, Streets, Suspense, Swagger, Tension, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Piano, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
130
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Call Out To Me
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, Inner Conflict, Introspective, Looking Back, Mean, Money, Moody, Mug Shot, Ominous, Reflective, Scary, Streets, Struggle, Suspense, Tension, Tough, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Piano, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
82
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.
Banking Shots
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, Rap, Reality TV
Keywords:
Attitude, Back Alley, Back Story, Cars, Cash, 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:
100
Key:
C♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Rise To Redemption
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, Rap, Reality TV
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:
68
Key:
G♯m/A♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Important
Artist(s): Sauce Party
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Writer(s):
Alan Ivan Puac (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:
Alcohol, Bling, Boss, Car, Cash, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Druggy, Drugs, Hustle, Hypnotic, Limo, Mean, Money, Mumble Rap, Party, Rich, Southern, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Thug, Tough, Trippy, VIP, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
81
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Important
CHORUS:
All my cars fast cuz they foreign
My diamonds speak another language they imported
You must be talking old news man you boring
Cuz if I do not know your name its not important
It's not important, it's not important
It's not important, it's not important
You must be talking old news man you boring
Cuz if I do not know your name it's not important
I been counting money for a week
Thought I was finished but it doubled in my sleep
My partner told me we was on I said preach
Beat the game on my own and neva cheated
Ey me and Lee be putting' on for the V
Send me the work I break it down we split the fee
Ya favorite rapper probably got his style from me
Ya favorite rapper probably got his style from me
These rappers so wack know that I ain't neva tryna go back to no racks
I won't cut these hittaz no slack fasho that wrist be blinding like a kodak post that
CHORUS
Braggadocious
Artist(s): downNout
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Writer(s):
Scott Horton (BMI) 50% / Wesley Eugene Smith Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Electronic, Hip Hop, Industrial, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arena, Attitude, Basketball, Beast, Boastful, Club, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Crunk, Determined, Dirty, Driving, Entrance, Excited, Face Off, Football, Game Time, Gang, Going Out, Intense, Promo, Propulsive, Pumped Up, Rave, Showdown, Sports, Stadium, Swagger, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Claps, Drums, Horns, Synths
BPM:
70
Key:
C
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Braggadocious
I just walked in looking like a million dollars
Got these haters bitter than a million olives
Lord please have mercy on all the realest
Saying 3 hail maries I'm bout to kill it
I could teach a class baby on how to raise ya swag level
A lot of zeros girl my cash on brag level
Fresh to death like i was in a coffin, dead-man
Turn the whole world upside down, handstand
These - sleepin' call me the sandman
Last inning I'm fittna knock out a grand slam
Go get the cameras baby its lights camera action
Call up the Paparazzi and tell 'em get the flashing
Roll out runway and check out all my fashion
Don't mind me I'm just braggin'
Braggadocios
Braggadocios
Braggadocios
Don't mind me I'm Braggadocios
I drive fast so I'd rather just stay in my lane
That new engine so loud you'll catch a migraine
Swag on wizard I got all of the magic with me
I could do a tricky make ya lady disappear quickly
When these young boys gon' learn?
Everyone make team not everybody get a turn
I'm going all 4 quarters baby we all in
Young Spalding that just means that I'm ballin
Take It Off
Artist(s): Vega Heartbreak
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions
Keywords:
Bedroom, Bills, Club, Cocky, Dance Floor, Dirty, Explicit Lyrics, Flirtatious, Hot, Lap Dance, Las Vegas, Money, Naked, Nude, Provocative, Racy, Sexy, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Suggestive, Swagger, Tipsy
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
68
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Take It Off
CHORUS
I'm yelling take it off
Baby bend over let me see it
Take it off
Let me see it, sneak peak
Bring that a** back repeat
Repeat same moves
Them h*es look alright but they ain't you
Southern California, it's raining baby
She never take a lost cause she a angel baby
Shake it in my face then touch yo ankles baby
A** like a deer she Bowinkle baby
Hit the bank cash please pour it up
Like I drunk to many ones I just throw them up
Girl yo A** the bomb you just blowing up
I'm showing up, you showing love
CHORUS
Sliding down the pole like a firefighter
Yo a** all on my attire, I'm going broke just off a lap dance
Then she told me that she know Miriah (Magic City) she know miliah (dreams) she know blacc Chyna (King of diamonds) never be a top model
But they all friends with Tyra
No bulimic sh*t, only stallions
Giuseppe's, red bottoms, b*thes styling
CHORUS
I just give you ones and you give me time
A couple more ones and I can make you mines
So let's just have a good time girl
Let see it, let me see it, let me see it bend over let me see it
No Reason
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, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
After Party, Bling, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Drill, Druggy, Drugs, Explicit Lyrics, Flaunting, Gold, Gold Chain, Hypnotic, Jewelry, Limo, Party, Power, Southern, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Thug, Tough, Trippy
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
77
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
No Reason
CHORUS
Stunting on these n*ggas just for no reason
20 gold chains rock them for no reason
450 on the kicks bought them for no reason
I just f*ck your b*tch did that no reason
Left her a** cause she was way to clingy
White heauxs in the lobby begging try to see me
Stunting on these n*ggas just for no reason
20 gold chains rock them for no reason
Verse 1
To much liquor in my system now, think outside the frame you get the picture now
You know I love a college girl, pledging Delta hoping can I f*ck your sister now
AKA mega Vega yea that's what they call me, go and show your girlfriend what I bought, go and show your boyfriend what u taught you, sinning all week Sunday morning at the alter
Pray lord forgive me hoping that he give me, strength against these demons cause they out to get me
Owner sent some bottles to f*ck up my kidneys, young n*ggas balling change my name to Griffey
CHORUS
Verse 2
Free my cousin out the jail cell, I came from food stamps and well fare
I haven't touched a million dollars yet, but I know how being real feel
Get paid then we go pay our tithes, hoping you open your eyes
October 31st all of my snakes in disguise, the sky is the limit
B*tch n*ggas love to despise, above all your hate I will rise, both of my eyes have see the p*ssy between her thighs
You loving her, cuffing her but she the one I would dodge facade you living
N*ggas is n*ggas but act just like b*tches Ms. doubtfire no Robin Williams
Always inside they feelings, I call them lies you living, Perrelli tires I'm wheeling, I'm feeling like millions, surrounding by women I'm gone
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