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Where You Come From
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Elliot Cohen (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Underground Rap
Keywords:
Anthemic, Attitude, Bold, Bouncy, Bragging, Cocky, Coming Up, Confident, Cool, Determined, Driving, Flossing, Gritty, Overcoming, Percussive, Proud, Raw, Rising Above, Self Confidence, Self Esteem, Sports Event, Success, Swagger
Instruments:
808, Drums, Hand Claps, Percussion, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
91
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Where You Come From
WHERE YOU COME FROM
INTRO
I've been doing this now
since 1996 now
and when they see me get rich now
they gonna throw a fit now
PRE-CHORUS
Who am I?
I'm the guy with the 9 lives
flipping it and serving since before you was a small fry
Who were you?
I'm the truth
do it for the youth
kick them to the curb
cause they not sure but they assume
CHORUS
Where you come from?
They be looking at me hard like where you come from
you thinking you a star but where you come from
I don't think I know you where you come from
well I'm a keep it going till I'm all done
VERSE 1
And I never finish
when I start to hit the bottom that's when I replenish
I regenerate my DNA I'm like a starfish
call me Marcus
single shot between the oculars a marksman
right on target in the dark beg your pardon
I'm so starving that I shut down the market
my steel's sharpened like a samurai incarnate
bow to my blade then I slay through your garments
I'm ready to explode
I don't think they know
give it all I got and then I give a little more
I'm a have to show them it's time to step their flow up
they think that I just showed up
but I'm ready to blow up
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
VERSE 2
And I never stop
I'm a keep reaching and reaching til I reached the top
I'm the cream of the crop
the beam before the shot
I'm the schemer of the plot
I'm the key inside the lock
the leader of the flock
the teacher of the art call me Shihan
one thing we agree on is I'm not one to sleep on
I defeat all speech deeper the recall's coming
the meat thawed and everyone can see y'all
This the exposition call me the inquisitor
they think that I'm a visitor
but I been doing this before
and since I must have missed it more
I'm kicking down this prison door
and give them what they wishing for
I'm sick of being this ignored
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
The Realest
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Midwest Rap, Rap, Underground Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Bouncy, Bragging, Bravado, City, Cocky, Confident, Drinking, Druggy, Edgy, Explicit Lyrics, Flossing, Gangsta, Gangster, Gritty, Hood, Intoxicated, Laid Back, Minimalist, Money, Party, Partying, Raw, Street Smart, Streets, Swagger, Thug
Instruments:
Drums, Percussion, Synth Bass
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
80
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
The Realest
THE REALEST (CLEAN)
CHORUS
He the realest
The illest no disputing
He the realest
Got genius runnin thru his double helix
Always give 100 so you feel this
Cuz he the realest
VERSE 1
He the realest
And by he I mean me
I make music that comes through your TV or MP3
My CD is so sick that they call the CDC
Now they quarantined me in my homie SUV
I'm a f***** SOB
P L O T constantly
My melody rock to sleep
Intelligent as I b (be)
I C (see), supplying the ID
IE, for example I'd F your GF put it UP on IG
Been kickin since 83 I'm a OG
All these newbies stealin flows kinda owe me
They on so much codeine, the probably gonna OD
While I sit alone sippin a 4 0 of OE
I kill the lights O F F
Gonna hold the M I C till there's no one left
F L O S S
The best, no BS
Best G O H O M E and spell check
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I'm the realest, the B O S S
I call all O F the S H O T S
Take a trip down to OBX
Then hit the H20 hopin she be DTF
EZ, if she not, she could be my BFF
Drink some E&J and see what it leads to next
She said LOL, I said SMH
Took a jet to MIA for the 2nd date
Never been a second late
Ballin like the NBA
I make all my CPA's sign a NDA so they never say
Got you under watch like I'm the NSA
And esse, better watch your B A C K 'for I spray like MGK
Everybody in the G A M E selling out
Guess that's why I had to F U C K I N spell it out
CHORUS
BRIDGE
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, who the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up, Put your hands up
CHORUS
---------------------------------------------
THE REALEST (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS
He the realest
The illest no disputing
He the realest
Got genius runnin thru his double helix
Always give 100 so you feel this
Cuz he the realest
VERSE 1
He the realest
And by he I mean me
I make music that comes through your TV or MP3
My CD is so sick that they call the CDC
Now they quarantined me in my homie SUV
I'm a fuckin SOB
P L O T constantly
My melody rock to sleep
Intelligent as I b (be)
I C (see), supplying the ID
IE, for example I'd F your GF put it UP on IG
Been kickin since 83 I'm a OG
All these newbies stealin flows kinda owe me
They on so much codine, the probably gonna OD
While I sit alone sippin a 4 0 of OE
I kill the lights O F F
Gonna hold the M I C till there's no one left
F L O S S
The best, no BS
Best G O H O M E and spell check
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I'm the realest, the B O S S
I call all O F the S H O T S
Take a trip down to OBX
Then hit the H20 hopin she be DTF
EZ, if she not, she could be my BFF
Drink some E&J and see what it leads to next
She said LOL, I said SMH
Took a jet to MIA for the 2nd date
Never been a second late
Ballin like the NBA
I make all my CPA's sign a NDA so they never say
Got you under watch like I'm the NSA
And esse, better watch your B A C K 'for I spray like MGK
Everybody in the G A M E selling out
Guess that's why I had to F U C K I N spell it out
CHORUS
BRIDGE
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, who the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up, Put your hands up
CHORUS
I Need That
Artist(s): HighRise
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Writer(s):
Alexander William Larkman (BMI) 25% / Brian C Frank (BMI) 25% / Jonathan Lee Ferguson (BMI) 25% / Jonathan Meir Holder (PRS) 25%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Urban Pop
Keywords:
Attitude, Ballers, Boss, Bouncy, Braggadocious, Cash, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Explicit Lyrics, Flossing, Game, Hustle, Money, Party, Pumped Up, Streets, Swagger, Tough, Triumphant, Upbeat, VIP
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
95
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Need That
I NEED THAT (CLEAN)
CHORUS 1 (2X)
Eight figures, Seven b****es
G6, Five whips
Four grammies, Free s***
Too many reason I need the one hit
VERSE 1
Stackin' rolos on my neck I need that chain gang
Rosay blacked the b****es out, no they can't hang
Black coupe with the rims riding round dirty
Then I'mma pull up with the tech click
Bang bang
CHORUS 2
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma keep on riding I won't ever normalize, no
I'mma catch a case a day I'm tryna catch a vibe
Cuz I got the squad around and all we are is do or die oh
VERSE 2
I'mma level up, go from ghost into phantom
With a look she let me slide into them panties
Said she could bring a friend, I already had em
But we can go around again and ride me like a tandem
A Rollie, I'mma need that
Designer, I'mma need that
A Patek for my momma
Not a penny for my daddy
Gucci suit, yeah imma need that
Hootchies, I ID that
Ain't no budget for a feature?
Tch nope, I need three rack
CHORUS 3
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma catch a body, if a body wanna fight yeah
I'mma catch a case a day, I'm tryna catch a vibe
And if lil mama wanna ride then I need her supersize yeah
CHORUS1 (2X)
VERSE 3
That my squad, DSM
Still gone rock, in the west
In a Kia, or a Benz
Got my back, SPF
I ain't ever be be like
"Where y'all at"
I ain't ever gotta be like
"Hit me back"
I ain't gotta ask twice to
Get to my cash
And I aint gotta ask twice
To throw out her back
I need a baby mama minus
The baby I need it fast
I need Katrina or Tina, or Mia,
She on the gas
CHORUS 4
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma keep on riding I won't ever normalize, no
I'mma catch a case a day I'm tryna catch a vibe
Cuz I got the squad around and all we are is do or die oh
VERSE 4
I'mma level up, turn hater to a fanboy
You decide, love or hate me from the stands boy
I'mma, get to Platinum status, do it with no hands
Follow in my footsteps punk b****, I bet you can't
A Rollie, I'mma need that
Designer, I'mma need that
A Patek for my momma
Not a penny for my daddy
Gucci suit, yeah I'mma need that
Hootchie, I ID that
Ain't no budget for a feature?
Tch nope, I need three rack
CHORUS 5
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma catch a body, if a body wanna fight yeah
I'mma catch a case a day, I'm tryna catch a vibe
And if lil mama wanna ride then I need her supersize yeah
CHORUS 1 (2X)
----------------------------------------
I NEED THAT (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS 1 (2X)
Eight figures, Seven bitches
G6, Five whips
Four grammies, Free shit
Too many reason I need the one hit
VERSE 1
Stackin' rolos on my neck I need that chain gang
Rosay blacked the bitches out, no they can't hang
Black coupe with the rims riding round dirty
Then I'mma pull up with the tech click
Bang bang
CHORUS 2
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma keep on riding I won't ever normalize, no
I'mma catch a case a day I'm tryna catch a vibe
Cuz I got the squad around and all we are is do or die oh
VERSE 2
I'mma level up, go from ghost into phantom
With a look she let me slide into them panties
Said she could bring a friend, I already had em
But we can go around again and ride me like a tandem
A Rollie, I'mma need that
Designer, I'mma need that
A Patek for my momma
Not a penny for my daddy
Gucci suit, yeah imma need that
Hootchies, I ID that
Ain't no budget for a feature?
Tch nope, I need three rack
CHORUS 3
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma catch a body, if a body wanna fight yeah
I'mma catch a case a day, I'm tryna catch a vibe
And if lil mama wanna ride then I need her supersize yeah
CHORUS 1 (2X)
VERSE 3
That my squad, DSM
Still gone rock, in the west
In a Kia, or a Benz
Got my back, SPF
I ain't ever be be like
"Where y'all at"
I ain't ever gotta be like
"Hit me back"
I ain't gotta ask twice to
Get to my cash
And I aint gotta ask twice
To throw out her back
I need a baby mama minus
The baby I need it fast
I need Katrina or Tina, or Mia,
She on the gas
CHORUS 4
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma keep on riding I won't ever normalize, no
I'mma catch a case a day I'm tryna catch a vibe
Cuz I got the squad around and all we are is do or die oh
VERSE 4
I'mma level up, turn hater to a fanboy
You decide, love or hate me from the stands boy
I'mma, get to Platinum status, do it with no hands
Follow in my footsteps punk bitch, I bet you can't
A Rollie, I'mma need that
Designer, I'mma need that
A Patek for my momma
Not a penny for my daddy
Gucci suit, yeah I'mma need that
Hootchie, I ID that
Ain't no budget for a feature?
Tch nope, I need three rack
CHORUS 5
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma catch a body, if a body wanna fight yeah
I'mma catch a case a day, I'm tryna catch a vibe
And if lil mama wanna ride then I need her supersize yeah
CHORUS 1 (2X)
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
Wiggle And Drop It
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Baltimore Club, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Jersey Club, Male Vocal, NOLA Bounce, New Orleans Bounce, Old School Rap, Rap
Keywords:
B-boy, B-girl, Bold, Booming, Booty, Bravado, Breakbeat, Breakdancing, Cool, Crunk, Dance, Dance Competition, Dirty South, Gritty, Hyphy, Money, Party, Raucous, Raw, Rowdy, Stutter Edits, Swagger, Throwback Sound, Twerk
Instruments:
DJ Scratches, Drums, Horn Stabs, Turntables
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
100
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Wiggle And Drop It
wiggle it, let it drop, let it drop
c'mon wiggle it, let it drop, let it drop
wiggle it, let it drop, let it drop
c'mon wiggle it, let it drop, let it drop
let it drop (vocal stutter)
wiggle it, let it drop, drop it down (vocal stutter)
wiggle it, wiggle it
let it drop down
wiggle it, wiggle it
let it drop
wiggle it, wiggle it
let it drop down
wiggle it, wiggle it
let it drop
Chorus
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
come and get it, come and get it,
come and come and get it get it
Verse 2
take it to the top, let it roll, let it roll down
take it to the top, let it roll, let it roll down
take it to the top, put it up, let it roll down
take it to the top, gotta show'em how it go down
let it roll down (vocal stutter)
take it to the top, shake it down on the pole
take it to the top, shake it down on the pole
take it to the top, shake it down on the pole
down on the pole, down down on the pole
down on the pole (vocal stutter)
Chorus
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
come and get it, come and get it,
come and come and get it get it
Verse 3
put the arch in your back, baby don't hold back
put the arch in your back, baby don 't hold back
put the arch in your back, baby don't hold back
put the arch in your back, baby don't hold back
gottem saying what's that, it's the big booty clap
gottem saying what's that, it's the big booty clap
gottem saying what's that, it's the big booty clap
big booty, big booty, big booty clap
it's the big, the big, the big, big booty clap
it's the big, the big, the big, big booty clap
it's the big, the big, the big, big booty clap
it's the big booty clap (vocal stutter)
smack it up, smack it up, smack it up, smack it up
if you got that big booty smack it up
back it up, back it up, back it up, back it up,
if you got that big booty back it up
Chorus
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
come and get it, come and get it,
come and come and get it get it
Outro
let it roll down (vocal stutter)
wiggle it, let it drop, drop it down (vocal stutter)
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
wiggle and you drop it and you wiggle and you drop it
come and get it, come and get it,
come and come and get it get it
Get It Crackin'
Artist(s): M.C
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Writer(s):
Marvin David Williamson (ASCAP) 50% / Orlando Lamonz Rowe (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
2000s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
After Party, Alcohol, Booze, Carefree, Club, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Dance Club, Danceable, Drinking, Hooking Up, Hotel, Money, Partying, Posse, Retro, Rowdy, Sex, Sexual Overtones, Swagger, Turning Up
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2008
BPM:
80
Key:
G♯m/A♭m
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Get It Crackin'
GET IT CRACKIN
CHORUS
We got Goose in the front, mo' bottles in back (mo' bottles in back)
We to the telly where the models is at (where the models is at)
Ain't no perhaps when we bout to get it crackin
This the type of life I live before I started rappin'
Goose, Goose in the front, mo' bottles in back (mo' bottles in back)
We to the telly where the models is at (where the models is at)
Ain't no perhaps when, we bout to get it crackin'
This the type of life I live before I started rappin'
VERSE 1
I say it's easy to see that M.C got hits (that M.C got hits)
Now in this game man I got a tight grip (man I got a tight grip)
Ain't no way I might slip, I might fall
I'm not slowing down, not even a slight pause
What makes you think I wanna be like y'all
Now you don't like me, well, I don't like y'all
Sport car, sittin' quite tall
20 inches up under me
All you haters up under me,
I, know you can't stomach me (uh uh)
Cuz a couple of grand, serious money for you
Man that's some fun for me
Lunch money
A, let's go get sum'n to eat
A, for all that cats that run wit me
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Pull Up Stop Park,
Rims stop too
Spinners on my other whip
These rims don't move
I'm so cool and showing off a little (a little)
Man I can't help it lil' dirty doing his thizzle
But let's face it
It's mine for the taking
All you other rappers just have patience (patience)
But let's face it
It's mine cuz I'm blazin'
More than half of you rappers just faking
CHORUS
VERSE 3
I walk in (hey M.C) and all attention on me
The Rich City Boy, Get It Boy, M.C (M.C.)
And I'm headed to room 303, 04, and 05
5-0 not quite
We get it crackin' so you know it's not quiet
Twins in the bed
And they say they not dice
Man I can help it you know this my life
When Chingy text me what's poppin'?
Man, this is what I replied:
CHORUS (2X)
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
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
Pilots
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
After Party, Bedroom, Bling, Chill, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Dance, Dreamy, Druggy, Enticing, Flight, Flirtatious, Flying, High, Hypnotic, Intoxicated, Jewelry, Limo, Party, Sexy, Smooth, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Trippy, Vibe, Vibey
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Pads, Piano, Synths
BPM:
80
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Pilots
CHORUS:
Shh, Be quiet
Nothing left to do but just vibe
it's time to touch the sky like we pilots
Touch the sky like we pilots
Ooh we flying. I don't think you ever been this high
yea we gonna touch the sky like we pilots. touch the sky like we pilots
You know you're down for the ride
I'm a show you how it's done right
Touch the sky like we pilots. Touch the sky like we pilots
Feel the motion flowin' inside
Let go have the time of your life touch the sky like we pilots
Touch the sky like with pilots
Tell me as you digging what I'm putting forth
or is it buried much too deeply closer to the core.
May be you gave your heart too freely to the one before
right now is all about the feeling check your problems at the door
You like where this is going, then move a little closer
Put your hands up like you're on a roller coaster
Dip it low then back up to attention like a soldier
Yeah I know I said I wanna get to know ya, but first you gotta
CHORUS
Yes just a feeling that we get gonna touch the ceiling no regrets then forget
Anything that happened previous tonight was just a test reading for the lead role top billing it's your destiny
Top floor suite everybody feel the beat. While the bass overtaking your body till complete
I know I said I want to get to know you but first I gotta show ya
close your eyes baby
CHORUS
When The Lights Go Down
Artist(s): Vega Heartbreak
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Writer(s):
Orlando L. Rowe (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Carefree, Celebrate, Club, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Cruising, Dance Floor, Debauchery, Drinking, Drugs, Explicit Lyrics, Frat House, Fun, Good Time, Late Night, Marijuana, Night Club, Party, Playful, Smoke, Smoking, Strip Club, Swagger, Trap, Weed
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
70
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
When The Lights Go Down
CHORUS:
Green is in my blunt
Purple in my cup
Pour it up
Girl drink all you, say you had enough
Throw it up
Realest in the city getting money
Yea you know it's Us
We don't ever die we come alive when the lights go down
Light it up this youngin smoking trees
This youngin popping pagne
For all my victories
Got on about 30 chains
they call me Mr Freeze
One I never do
I don't do s*** for free
First thing in thinking about
What she gone do for me
If she see 50 coming
Is she going to help me flee
Go flush them Os and Ps
You know we play for keeps
We setting records in this b****
Go and call Ripleys
CHORUS
I'm just a b***** child
I'm feeling ratchet now
Balling like I'm claiming 10 kids on my taxes now
You getting super swerved
I'm getting super rode
She say I drive her crazy
She say you super drove
Young n***** came from nothing
I'm talking ebt, couldn't afford no cable
Antenna on my tv
Now we in Mercedes Gs
Spending Rap money
Fresher than a n**** who just got his tax money
Filthy Stinking Rich
Artist(s): St. John
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Comedy, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rap
Keywords:
Alley, Bad, Barrio, Bling Bling, Booming, Bouncy, Bragger, Breaking Rules, Celebrity, City, Club, Cocky, Comedy, Cool, Dollars, Fame, Fortune, Fun, Funny, Girls, Good Time, Hip, Jewelry, L.A., Los Angeles, Low Rider, Money, N.Y.C., Naughty, New York, Odd, Party, Pimping, Playful, Quirky, Radio, Rich, Silly, Snotty, Spotlight, Street, Swag, Swagger, Swaggin, Tough, Trouble Makers
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Percussion
BPM:
84
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Filthy Stinking Rich
Boy you filthy
(I got what you want)
Boy you filthy
(I got what you need)
Boy you filthy
Filthy stinkin' rich
Ever since man back in the day
When I first started sellin' (hey) up in the bay
Had my pockets so fat like the back of Kim K.
Had to hide my gold hide my whip hide my chains
I had a million clean by the age of eighteen
Hoppin' gulf streams twenty chicks on my team
Bank roll splittin' pockets diamonds on my tick tock
Still up in the streets chiefin' money from this hip hop
Swagged up chilly willy philly don't stop
Holla at me girl cuz my style so clean
I'm playin' with this money girl you cant see me
I'm on the flat screen in a fat limousine
Pickin' up chicks that I ain't never seen
You don't have to know me
You could smell that green
You can do the splits while you lick the ice cream
We stack thick bricks tell the chicks to scream
Ain't nothing funny man had to get that money
Messin' with a bunny all the chicks say they love me
Half my paper dirty flippin' keys like the birdie
Up in the club and they try to act flirty
We can get down down take it to the ground
You know we in the building when you hear that (whoop) sound
Ain't messin' with an ounce man gimme the pound
They can see I'm filthy so they follow me around
Up north east to the west downtown
Trick flip stunts how we how we get down
All them player haters steady lookin' like clowns
Act like you know cuz we serve them ho's
Neck wrist belt buckle all of them froze
Stinkin' like new money up in ya nose
Rich flippin' steady sippin' sippin' veuve cliquots
Lemme see you dip stand up touch ya toes
Everyday
Artist(s): Krstos (feat. DJ Eristoo & Blaqbone)
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Writer(s):
Christopher Stephen Hicks (ASCAP) 40% / Eric Simiso Khayelihle Phungula (ASCAP) 30% / Vusumndeni Mnikathi (ASCAP) 30%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Future Bass, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alcohol, Attitude, Braggadocious, Club, Cocky, Confident, Control, Cool, Dark, Drinking, Driving, Drugs, Gangster, Getting High, Hood, Hustle, Money, Night Life, Rich, Street, Strength, Success, Swagger, Thug, World Influence, Zulu Language
Instruments:
Bass, Djembe, Drums, Piano, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
74
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Everyday
EVERYDAY (CLEAN)
CHORUS (2X)
I talk about money everyday man
Whiskey on the rocks everyday man
Smoking green leaves everyday man
I pray I pray everyday man (2X)
VERSE 1
I only talk about the moolah
I don't talk about the b*****s
I wanna get rich everyday man
I wanna see my momma happy everyday man
I'm rolling with the rich n****s
I don't talk to the broke n****s
I were gucci everyday man
I look good everyday man
If you bring me trouble
Then I'll give you double
Hey Mr. Barman give me double
I'm a hustler man
They call me boogie man
They call me killer man
I am not a bad man
I am killer man
I'm a controls killer man
I'm a controls killer man.
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Wozala [Come here]
Bambala [hold this],
Sphethimali [we have money], Sphethiyingane [we have girls], Sphethiyihlahla [we have green leaves],
We sipping Hennessy
We are Superstars,
Sishayukotini thulubheke [we wearing fancy clothes watch and learn],
We moving levels sifuni [we need a] bank,
Awthulumbeje ngobaziwala [let's spend all the money cause it's a turn up].
CHORUS (2X)
____________________________
EVERYDAY (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS (2X)
I talk about money everyday man
Whiskey on the rocks everyday man
Smoking green leaves everyday man
I pray I pray everyday man (2X)
VERSE 1
I only talk about the moolah
I don't talk about the bitches
I wanna get rich everyday man
I wanna see my momma happy everyday man
I'm rolling with the rich niggas
I don't talk to the broke niggas
I were gucci everyday man
I look good everyday man
If you bring me trouble
Then I'll give you double
Hey Mr. Barman give me double
I'm a hustler man
They call me boogie man
They call me killer man
I am not a bad man
I am killer man
I'm a controls killer man
I'm a controls killer man.
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Wozala [Come here]
Bambala [hold this],
Sphethimali [we have money], Sphethiyingane [we have girls], Sphethiyihlahla [we have green leaves],
We sipping Hennessy
We are Superstars,
Sishayukotini thulubheke [we wearing fancy clothes watch and learn],
We moving levels sifuni [we need a] bank,
Awthulumbeje ngobaziwala [let's spend all the money cause it's a turn up].
CHORUS (2X)
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
Stompin' Thru
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Underground Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Boisterous, Bold, Boom Box, Braggadocious, Bravado, Cocky, Confident, Cool, East Coast, Edgy, Energetic, Golden Age, Good Times, Groovy, Old School, Party, Playful, Raw, Retro, Rowdy, Sexual, Street, Swagger, Throwback
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Horns, Piano, Scratches
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
95
Key:
N/A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Stompin' Thru
VERSE 1
Fee fie foe fum, stomping through the slums
Here I come, here I come, grabbing up your crumbs
Diggin' in your pockets, bread in your baskets
I gotta have it, getting mines is a habit
Running up in your space, spitting in your face like mace
I got the flavour, they want a taste
I don't give a what what what
Try to step up and get buck buck buck
Press your luck, run up try to take what I got
I got burners that stay hot
I guarantee, I got what you need
Ain't nothing free, I got mouths to feed
That's me, myself and I, the trinity
Raw and uncut, that's how I really be
Straight up and down, what you see is what you get
You can bet that's a promise and a threat
CHORUS
We stompin' through, coming for you
And you, and you, and you, and you
(4X)
BRIDGE
(Indeterminable Lyrics)
VERSE 2
Chop up and roll up the cabbage, puff it and
Pass it, under pressure, blow a gasket
Steaming, while I'm schemin' the next plot
Locking down the whole block make it burning hot
Rush the spot, the whole squad hungry
We going out for the stash, run the jewels and money
Ain't nothing funny, my fingerprint's grungy
And crazy, might even bungee jump with a bungee
And still bounce back, give you a smack
Reload and clack, clack, clack, lay you flat
Straight up and down, what you see is what you get
You can bet that's a promise and a threat
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
Megaphone Large
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Action, Aggressive, Aware, Boisterous, Change, City, Cocky, Confident, Confrontational, Dangerous, Edgy, Fed Up, Fight, Gang, Gritty, Intimidating, Loud, Political, Power, Protest, Raw, Rebellious, Resistance, Riot, Rough, Rowdy, Society, Street, Taunting, Tough, Unrest, Uprising, Wild
Instruments:
Drums, Guitar, Percussion, Scratches, Trumpet
BPM:
110
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Megaphone Large
You need to put these suckas in their place man
They don't know what they doing
You really need to show them what's
Really going on out here, eh yo!
Rolling through with my posse
Just watch me, an army can't stop me
Intelligent, militant minded
Ring the alarm, strongarm behind it
Street soldiers got my back
We on the attack, cutting no slack
The squad gets bigger, coming at you like a
Pack of gorillas, heavy hitters
Rain or shine, crash your party one time
Like elephants run through your front line
Lead the charge, to bomb your whole squad
Voice of the people, megaphone large
Megaphone large
Megaphone large
Megaphone large
Megaphone large
It's time to show and prove
They better get down or lay down
You know what I'm saying, word up!
Yo, it's time to shut it down!
Black boots stomping, mask and gloves
Better duck when the shotgun pumps
Smash windows, where's your heroes
They just zeroes, never fear those
Surrounded by yellow tape
Proceed with caution, can't handle the weight
Too heavy, you ain't ready
Cut your propaganda to confetti
Can't lose, light the fuse
Won't be televised, shut down the news
Lead the charge, to bomb your whole squad
Voice of the people, megaphone large
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
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.
Drop Benjamins
Artist(s): Fancy (feat. Brit Fox)
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Publisher(s):
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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
Wild'n Crazy
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, 1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, New Jack Swing, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Boisterous, Boom Box, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Crazy, Dance, East Coast, Energetic, Fun, Ghetto Blaster, Good Times, Groovy, House Party, Old School, Party, Playful, Rowdy, Sassy, Sexual, Street, Swagger, Throwback, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Keyboard
BPM:
107
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Wild'n Crazy
It's about to get crazy, hold on baby
No glitz no glam, it's all about the grits and
Gravy, kicking mad flavor
Caught up in the madness nothing can save ya
Swinging from the chandelier
The place is jumping no standing here
Don't hold it back, just let it go
I'm clockin fly girls, I wanna let you know
I get nasty, not trashy
If you're curious, girl, just ask me
What's the difference, lemme tell you
I promise I won't bite, unless you want me to
Now you know I'm a freak, but a gentleman
When I want a taste of the cinnamon
So tell your friends, to bring they friends and they friends
gGet hype for the night here we go again
CHORUS:
It's time to get wild and crazy
There won't be no if's or maybe's
This goes out to the fly ladies
Who want to be my baby
Ready or not the spot is packed
When the party is hot, that's where the action's at
Skinny dippin, all your clothes are gone
There ain't nothing wrong, if all you got is a thong
If that's wrong, I don't wanna be right
If you got tight hips then you're just my type
Girls they be dancing on tables
With bamboo earrings bigger than bagels
Bouncing moving all around
East to west side, down to uptown
Get wild ain't no turning back
Word up, the party is wherever you at
Do You Like That
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, New Jack Swing, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Boisterous, Boom Box, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Dance, East Coast, Energetic, Fun, Ghetto Blaster, Good Times, Groovy, House Party, Old School, Party, Playful, Rowdy, Sassy, Sexual, Street, Swagger, Throwback
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Keyboard
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
108
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Do You Like That
Lights, camera, action it's on
Party 'til the break of dawn, word is bond
Spot is getting hot, and the crowd is getting live
But my crew stay cool, while we let the beat ride
Bounce up and down, left to right
Grab a cutey with a booty and the hips are tight
Like dynamite, she got the boom and pow
I don't need to say nothing they like my style
Yeah baby, are you down with the program
Whine your body, but this ain't a slow jam
Gere's your chance, take it, don't fake it
Just shake it, like you're butt naked
I like the girls, that get freaky with it,
if she's a superfreak, you might see me with it
throwing down, light up the party
I never rock with anything less than a hottie
CHORUS:
Do you like that, tell me do you like that
Check the profile, watch'em go wild
If you didn't know, then you know now
It's the golden child, I got the flavor
I got the rhythm, that y'all are slave to
I got the paper, I got the moves
Always smooth, I can never lose
The lady's choice, the way I'm swinging it
You couldn't handle it, the way I'm bringin' it
Straight to the top, never gonna flop
Looking for sugar and spice, stir up the pot
I'm chilling with the hotties, mixing and mingling
I wanna see you pump it til your earrings start jinglin'
She got hips, that she whips real fast
She got a bumper that'll give you whiplash
I get busy, and I get that cash
We can get busy if you shake that
CHORUS
She got hips, that she whips real fast
She got a bumper that'll give you whiplash
I get busy, and I get that cash
We can get busy if you shake that shake that
She got hips, that she whips real fast
She got a bumper that'll give you whiplash
I get busy, and I get that cash
We can get busy if you shake that
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
Right Now
Artist(s): Tay F. 3rd
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Writer(s):
Deonte Kim (BMI) 50% / Ty Frankel (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Reality TV
Keywords:
After Party, Alley, Bling, Boisterous, Bottle Service, Brash, Club, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Dance Floor, Explicit Lyrics, Fun, Funny, Girls, Good Time, Grinding, LA, Late Night, Limousine, Models, Money, Party, Ratchet, Rousing, Rowdy, Street, Swag, Swagger, Tough, Trouble, VIP
Instruments:
Bass, Bells, Drums, Percussion, Synth
BPM:
93
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Right Now
I'm about to buy me a whip
Cause I remember sittin' on the bench
I remember I remember when I didn't have s***
Every weed sack I bought for somebody getting pinched
Couldn't pay my rent now that's just a day spent
Diamonds in my chains make you do an Asian squint
Jack Chan I stunt
Ooooo she old news last month
True we didn't wear those much
Only thing we could afford was some Dickies and some Chucks
Now its Ferragamo belts, new shoes in my shelf
God my favorite artist ever cause he made myself
Imma master pieces, Mona Lisa is jealous
If we was alive the same time I would of hit and left her
I said I'm really fly right now
Really feeling like the guy right now
My arrogance is really high right now
And if you got a problem you can try right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now
I said I'm feeling like the guy right now
My arrogance is really high right now
I said I'm really feeling fly right
I think I'm too good off myself
Spend my money myself
I don't need no help
Money money get a dollar spend it quick
Threezy Threezy never broke bets believe I got the fix
Believe I got the chicks, believe I got the piff
Believe I got the chips but if you ain't drop 5 then you not hitting shit
I said I'm confident and cocky and I'm all of the above
Stay higher than a dove that's rolled up a dub
I roll to the club picking out who I want
All i said is my name bets believe she gon' f***
Like a vacuum she suck, tell her get away
Your girlfriend front row yelling for a give away
High key your girlfriend wanna get at Tay
She better try out cause I'm living like eliminate
Any opposition on mommas I'll eliminate
Think I got a sweet tooth how I'm getting cake
Ohhh you think I had fetish how I'm getting weight
But I'm talking money n nothing here bummy
Frontline
Artist(s): Saint Rock
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Writer(s):
Adam Laurence Parker (PRS) 50% / Fabian Benedict Faupel (PRS) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Electro Pop, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B
Keywords:
Airy, Carefree, Chill, City, Cocky, Confident, Dance Club, Drinking, Energetic, Feel Good, Flirty, Going Out, Hook up, Laid Back, Lust, Nature, Night Club, Night Life, Party, Player, Positive Feel, Reminiscing, Sexy, Smoking, Smooth, Summer Nights, Swagger, Upbeat, Vibey, Wild, Youthful
Instruments:
808 Drums, Flute, Kalimba, Percussion, Synth, Synth Bass
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
88
Key:
F
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Frontline
FRONTLINE
INTRO
(Send me back to
to the frontline)
VERSE 1
Typed in "beautiful" into Google Maps
Sent me to you, wanna hop in my Benz?
Imma make these lines work now I'm back
Ye-e-e-eah oh
Pick you up in 5, get out, we be kings
Turned up rocky since my cell stopped to ring
Smell the perfume, smoke and energy drinks
Ye-e-e-eah oh
PRE-CHORUS 1
Ain't gonna flex
Boy I still got it
Can't go to waste,
Send me back to the
CHORUS 1
Frontline
Champaign popping in the spotlight
Taking numbers, punches all night long
Keep' em comin'
Can't hide away, no
Frontline
Chase them cherry lips til sunrise
Couldn't fake it coz I'd just die slow
Let me go
Let me feel safe
Say
Na nanana nana nana
Whoo
Ooooh Oh Ooooh Oh
Na nanana nana nana
VERSE 2
We was cool yeah we was fine, she so sweet
But I can only make 'em dream for a week
Bella, Gigi, Kendall waiting for me
Ye-e-e-eah oh
'Stead of half assed romance killing my vibe
Booties bouncing round our table all night (haha)
If that's all I'm good at let me take pride
Ye-e-e-eah oh
PRE-CHORUS 2
Give me the heat
I'll never feel warm
'Tswhere my heart beats
Shut these voices down
CHORUS 2
Frontline
Champaign popping in the spotlights
Taking numbers, punches all night long
Keep' em comin'
Can't hide away, no
Frontline
Chase them cherry lips til sunrise
Couldn't fake it coz I'd just die slow
Let me go
Let me feel safe
Say
Na nanana nana nana
Woo
Ooooh Oh Ooooh Oh
Na nanana nana nana
Woo
Ooooh Oh Ooooh Oh
Na nanana nana nana
Woo
Ooooh Oh Ooooh Oh
Ye-e-e-eah
BRIDGE
(Ooooh
To the frontline
Frontline)
Yeah yeah
(I can't hide away)
Oh Oooh Oh Oooh
(Baby you are so naughty
And I need your Oooh)
Take me to the frontline
Got the frontline, frontline)
Yeah Ooooh Oh
Baby, you are so naughty
Take me to the frontline
CHORUS 3
Frontline
Champaign popping in the spotlight
Taking numbers, punches all night long
Keep' em comin'
Can't hide away, no
Frontline
Chase them cherry lips til sunrise
Couldn't fake it coz I'd just die slow
Let me go
Let me feel safe
Say
Na nanana nana nana na
Whoo
Ooooh Oh Ooooh Oh
Say na nanana nana nana na
Woo
Ooooh Oh Ooooh Oh
Say na nanana nana nana na
Woo
Ooooh Oh Ooooh Oh
Ye-e-e-eah Ooooh
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