Tracks Similar To My Youth
Isn't Free
Artist(s): Jon Doe Wonder (feat. Kris)
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Writer(s):
Jonathan Lee Ferguson (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Hip Hop, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Indie Alternative, Instrumental, Urban Pop
Keywords:
Achievement, Against the Odds, Atmospheric, Chill, Confident, Cool, Dark, Dreamy, Edgy, Emotional Pain, Empowerment, Ethereal, Floating, Hard Working, Hazy, Heavy Bass, Looking Forward, Mellow, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Struggle, Smokey, Smooth, Spacey, Standing Out, Streets, Strength, Success, Swagger, Tough Life, Vibey
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Keyboard, Piano, Strings, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
90
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Isn't Free
ISN'T FREE
VERSE 1
Still tryna climb up this mountain
But I've been a here a while
Feels like I'm stuck in the same place
But I gotta remind...
Myself it'll always be hard,
Just like my mama said
And everyone's tryna distract me
And get in my head
PRE-CHORUS
Oh God, they'll see (they'll see, they'll see)
Eventually (eventually)
I'm going everywhere, everywhere they could never dream
I know what they say is true, standing up on the top isn't free
Isn't Free, no
No isn't free
Yeah yeah
VERSE 2
This entire time I've just been told
That I'm not enough
I thought about all weaknesses, about giving up, but
That's what everyone does, and no I'm not everyone
So I gotta move forward and prove that I've been the one
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS (2X)
Now I'm reaping what I sowed
Now I'm further up the road
Everybody's far behind
It's just me and my state of mind
VERSE 3
All the hours that I lost sleep
Staying up all night
All the stones cast upon me
The continuous fight
All the times that I fell and didn't wanna get up,
Well everything's for a reason, now I'm standing on top
Standing on top, no
Isn't free
Coming Back
Artist(s): Cash C. (feat. Edoe)
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Writer(s):
Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50% / Charizma Shardayne Denise Upshaw (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Anger, Attitude, Bad Bitch, Badass, Bold, Boss, Bravado, Confident, Confrontational, Dark, Defiant, Determined, Drive, Drugs, Edgy, Flaunting, Gangster, Guns, Late Nght, Money, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Obstacles, Overcoming Struggle, Power, Proud, Sex, Streets, Success, Tough
Instruments:
808 Bass, Bells, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
150
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Coming Back
COMING BACK (CLEAN)
INTRO
Yea yea yea, yea
They ain't know
They ain't know
CHORUS
They ain't know how I was coming
When I pulled up in a new whip
Hey, yea I got a new b***h
And I hopped out with some new drip
VERSE 1
I know these b*****s gon have a trip
They gon wanna taste this tea I'm spilling
Every step I take
They like you need to take a break
You going to fast on this tape
I know these b*****s can't relate
How I be dripping like a lake
It's crazy how n****s a turn on me
When loyalty don't cost a thing
I clearly see b*****s ain't riding for me
N****s ain't dying for me
I gotta be
In my own zone now, on my own now
F**k the police yea I'm gone now
And I been crying for weeks but nobody gave me no tissue
That's why I keep rolling up to blow away these issues
This b***h keep calling talkin 'bout I got a bad attitude
B***h get off my line go ahead and call your dude
Not tryna be rude but nobody get s**t from me
Nobody getting a dime
Nobody made up this rhyme
Man I'm done wasting time
Imma stay on my grind
Yea I'm heading for the top
Nobody stealing my spot
I got this s**t on lock lock lock
CHORUS 2
I know you got a n***a tell me something I don't know
Let me know if Imma f**k or not cause I got to go
Every time you get around your friends you think that they don't know
They can see it in your face that we be f*****g on the low
I came from nothing, I ain't have no bed sleeping on the floor
I was robbing I was selling drugs, tired of being broke
Know some b*****s wish I never met, wish I never spoke
Know some n****s wish I never met, wish I never spoke
VERSE 2
If I ever shot a n***a block I'm coming back
Turn this b***h around I'm hopping n*gga where you at
I got a nine millimeter with a thirty on my lap
Bout to make my family proud stacking pennies Kyla Pratt
Got some killers that will shot for me that's if I ask
If you run then that n***a done shot him in the back
And you know we coming black and white like sister act
Two twin glocks, one of the Cody one of the Zack
My brother he my brother I know my brother gon shot for me
Never trust a b***h cause I know what that b*tch a do to me
Right is right, wrong is wrong, only when you using me
Play me then I cut you off that what happens usually
My n***a Imma hop up in that pussy Imma dive it
Jackie Robinson you know Imma slide in it
Get rich or die trying, Imma die with it
You the main so don't worry about no side b*tches
CHORUS 2
BRIDGE
Into that new s**t
Lit like my waist
Everytime I leave she having a fit
Man I got these n****s pissed
Wishing they can flow like this
Wishing they can flow like this
Making hits after hits
To left and right Muhammad Ali in this b***h
Man it's looking tight for anybody that try to compete
Might as well step aside, yea
Y'all might as well step aside
Yeaa
CHORUS 1
______________________________________
COMING BACK (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
Yea yea yea, yea
They ain't know
They ain't know
CHORUS 1
They ain't know how I was coming
When I pulled up in a new whip
Hey, yea I got a new bitch
And I hopped out with some new drip
VERSE 1
I know these bitches gon have a trip
They gon wanna taste this tea I'm spilling
Every step I take
They like you need to take a break
You going to fast on the tape
I know these bitches can't relate
How I be dripping like a lake
It's crazy how niggas still turn on me
When loyalty don't cost a thing
I clearly see bitches ain't riding for me
Niggas ain't dying for me
I gotta be
In my own zone now, on my own now
Fuck the police yea I'm gone now
And I been crying for weeks but nobody gave me no tissue
That's why I keep rolling up to blow away these issues
This bitch keep calling talkin 'bout I got a bad attitude
Bitch get off my line go ahead and call your dude
Not tryna be rude but nobody get shit from me
Nobody getting a dime
Nobody made up this rhyme
Man I'm done wasting time
Imma stay on my grind
Yea I'm heading for the top
Nobody stealing my spot
I got this shit on lock lock lock lock
CHORUS 2
I know you got a nigga tell me something I don't know
Let me know if Imma fuck or not because I got to go
Every time you get around your friends you think that they don't know
They can see it in your face that we be fucking on the low
I came from nothing, I ain't have no bed sleeping on the floor
I was robbing I was selling drugs, tired of being broke
Know some bitches wish I never met, wish I never spoke
Know some niggas wish I never met, wish I never spoke
VERSE 2
If I ever shot a nigga block I'm coming back
Turn this bitch around I'm hopping out nigga where you at
I got a nine millimeter with a thirty on my lap
Bout to make my family proud stacking pennies Kyla Pratt
Got some killers that will shot for me that's if I ask
If you run then that nigga done shoot him in the back
And you know we coming black and white like sister act
Two twin glocks, one of the Cody one of the Zack
My brother he my brother I know my brother gon shoot for me
Never trust a bitch cause I know what that bitch a do to me
Right is right, wrong is wrong, only when you using me
Play me then I cut you off that what happens usually
My nigga Imma hop up in that pussy Imma dive it
Jackie Robinson you know Imma slide in it
Get rich or die trying, Imma die with it
You the main so don't worry about no side bitches
CHORUS 2
BRIDGE
Into that new shit
Lit like my waist
Everytime I leave she having a fit
Man I got these niggas pissed
Wishing they can flow like this
Wishing they can flow like this
Making hits after hits
To left and right Muhammad Ali in this bitch
Man it's looking tight for anybody that try to compete
Might as well step aside, yea
Y'all might as well step aside
Yeaa
CHORUS 1
I Won't
Artist(s): Jon Doe Wonder (feat. Kris)
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Writer(s):
Jonathan Lee Ferguson (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Hip Hop, Alternative Pop, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental
Keywords:
Breakup, Cheating, Chill, City, Cool, Dark, Dreamy, Edgy, Emotional Pain, Empowered, Floating, Heavy Bass, Late Night, Leaving the Past, Letting Go, Lies, Moving Forward, Moving On, Night Club, Overcoming Struggle, Relationship Problems, Relationship ending, Smokey, Spacey, Streets, Strength, Vibey
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Keyboard, Piano, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
140
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Won't
I WON'T
CHORUS
You hate the way I'm alright
Said I'm ok, I won't fight you
(No more, no more)
Or waste time to
(Open the door)
VERSE 1
At the midnight hour,
To come welcome your showers of
"I'm sorry" and "I miss you"
"Wasn't my intention to hurt you"
But you did now baby
So go ahead and call me crazy
But I'm over, second chances
Yeah I'm over dancing this dance with you
PRE - CHORUS
It's not fun anymore
Pull me round on the floor
Always step on my toes
And heaven only knows
Why I put up with it for so long
Why do you love me now that I'm gone
Beg at my knees for another shot
Think that I'm gonna give in, I'm not ya
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Said, I won't move
For you to do it again
My head in a constant spin
From believing the words that come out of your mouth
And realizing after you let me down
You meant none of it
You only wanted it
To seem like you knew the steps
But I'm always one to pick up the mess
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS (2X)
BRIDGE
I'll open the door
I'm over, I'm gone
Won't see me in the morn
Said I'm ok, I'm done
Said I'm ok, I'm done
CHORUS (2X)
Go Like Whoa
Artist(s): Kali J
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Writer(s):
Kali Janette Arnott (BMI) 50% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Attitude, Bad Bitch, Boss, Bounce, Bravado, Brazen, Confidence, Confident, Edgy, Flossing, Flossy, Gangsta, Hood, Lean, Power, Raw, Shake, Streets, Style, Success, Swagga, Swagger
Instruments:
808 Bass, Brass, Chimes, Drums, SFX, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
81
Key:
C♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Go Like Whoa
GO LIKE WHOA (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
If you're tryna cross me I'd forget it I'd forget about it
Better learn your place before I go and throw a fit about it
Cause I got the money with me yeah I never leave without it
We are not the same, but babe there's never been a doubt about it
Cause I am the real one and I keep it keep it so one hundred
Yeah my touch is gold I'm in control and so I keep em coming
Got em in the palm of my hand cause I can you know they love it
Just in case you don't understand it's my world I keep it running
CHORUS
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like whoa
(3X)
Yeah I got the yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
VERSE 2
I am at the top and you're not and it's cause I do it different
Yeah you're busy trying to fit with them I say f**k the system
You will never be anything and that's more than my opinion
Yeah I tried to tell you before but them b*****s never listen
Feminine adrenaline yeah I'm practically robotic
Gunning for the dream like a queen and I'm going super sonic
Everybody loving my style and so they try to cop it
But you'll never do it like me and that's me just being honest
CHORUS 2
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like whoa
(3X)
Yeah I got the yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
And I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
And I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
Yeah I got the uh
Whoa Whoa Whoa
BRIDGE
I'd forget about it
I throw a fit about it
I never leave without it
There's never been a doubt about it
I keep it so one hundred
And so I keep em coming
Yeah you know they love it
It's my world I keep it running
CHORUS 3 (2X)
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa whoa whoa
TAG (8x)
Whoa whoa whoa
____________________
GO LIKE WHOA (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
If you're tryna cross me I'd forget it I'd forget about it
Better learn your place before I go and throw a fit about it
Cause I got the money with me yeah I never leave without it
We are not the same, but babe there's never been a doubt about it
Cause I am the real one and I keep it keep it so one hundred
Yeah my touch is gold I'm in control and so I keep em coming
Got em in the palm of my hand cause I can you know they love it
Just in case you don't understand it's my world I keep it running
CHORUS
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like whoa
(3X)
Yeah I got the yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
VERSE 2
I am at the top and you're not and it's cause I do it different
Yeah you're busy trying to fit with them I say fuck the system
You will never be anything and that's more than my opinion
Yeah I tried to tell you before but them bitches never listen
Feminine adrenaline yeah I'm practically robotic
Gunning for the dream like a queen and I'm going super sonic
Everybody loving my style and so they try to cop it
But you'll never do it like me and that's me just being honest
CHORUS 2
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like whoa
(3X)
Yeah I got the yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
And I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
And I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
Yeah I got the uh
Whoa Whoa Whoa
BRIDGE
I'd forget about it
I throw a fit about it
I never leave without it
There's never been a doubt about it
I keep it so one hundred
And so I keep em coming
Yeah you know they love it
It's my world I keep it running
CHORUS 3 (2X)
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa whoa whoa
TAG (8x)
Whoa whoa whoa
Paper Scissors Rock
Artist(s): Young Medusa
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Writer(s):
Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50% / Taylor Green (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Attitude, Bad Ass, Bad Bitch, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Defiant, Drugs, Empowerment, Gangs, Gangsta, Gangster, Hood, LGBTQ+, Mindfulness, Money, Playground, Provocative, Raunchy, Savage, Sexual, Spoiled, Street, Swagga, Swagger, Weird
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
146
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Paper Scissors Rock
PAPER SCISSORS ROCK (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
Dusa!! Ooooh
Shawty real life clickbait
When she want top I'm straight
Yea I'm coming home late
cause I just worked a double
All these h**s is trouble
They can't do nothing fa ya
Let alone themselves, that's why they p***y smell
Like fish, I'm that b***h, and I'm rich
in my mind
I'm so fine
I eat alkaline
what's mine always gon mine
Ain't no, "I'm shoulda been blac chyna!"
All of ya got y'all minds f****d
Make America not suck
...A f****n again
She tryna f**k again
Not today Satan
I'm with Benjamin
Grateful for my blessings man
Ima be counting til 3010
Hold up, wait
let's set the record straight
I was on sent to earth only to create
I ain't better than you cause I meditate
Some gotta love in this world of hate
Some call it death, i call it fate
I'm the reason your girlfriend m********e
Rocket h*e, her heads in space
With kids, I'm octomom
With my space, I be Tom
All I'm tryna say is I got it all
Grills, Paul wall
When in court, I'm the ball
Shopping, I'm the mall
iPhone, I'm the call
Turn her to a waterfall
CHORUS 1
Look, this f*****g world was made for me
It's so sweet, don't eat meat, I'm petite
And I'm playing dumb fucks on the street
Knick, knack, patty-whack
Don't go slow Imma give her a smack
Hopscotch, scissors, rocks
Your girlfriend gave me top
Tacos served with extra guac
She drop the top and make that pussy soda
Smokin on that yoda
Life's a rollercoaster Imma love it til it's over
VERSE 2
I roll up 18-19 times a day
All my looks slay
And I can't stop getting paid
And I'm never getting laid
I am the sun, I am the shade
I can't be the only thing that you into
I'm prioritizing my mental
F**k outside beauty, I want it in too
I f**k with this instrumental
The worlds my paper, I am the pencil
Art trap is where I beez
Kicking back under these money trees
Wishing ya girlfriend was more like me
Smoking herb rolled with banana leaves
Just tryna balance all these energies
Stop giving in to your enemies
You the only one you gotta stay true to
Stop doing the same shit you used to
Stop banging the crimson and blues toos
You taking ya own crew!
Bad boy whatchu gon do?
Whatchu gon do when they see yo hue?
Kings and Queens supposed to build and rule
CHORUS 2
Look, this f*****g world was made for me
It's so sweet, don't eat meat, I'm petite
And I'm playing double-dutch on this beat
Knick, knack, patty-whack
Don't go far Imma give her back
Paper, sci-sci-scissors, rocks
Your girlfriend gave me top
Tacos served with extra guac
Then she drop the top and make that p***y soda
Smokin on that yoda
Life's a rollercoaster Imma love it til it's over, yeah
CHORUS 3
This f*****g world was made for me
It's so sweet, don't eat meat, I'm petite
And I'm playing double-dutch on this beat
Knick, knack, patty-whack
Don't go far Imma give her back
Hopscotch, scissors, rocks
Your girlfriend gave me top
Tacos served with extra guac
And then she drop the top and make that p***y soda
Smokin on that yoda
Life's a rollercoaster Imma love it til it's over, yeah
___________________________________________________
PAPER SCISSORS ROCK (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
Dusa!! Ooooh
Shawty real life clickbait
When she want top I'm straight
Yea I'm coming home late
cause I just worked a double
All these hoes is trouble
They can't do nothing fa ya
Let alone themselves, that's why they pussy smell
Like fish, I'm that bitch, and I'm rich
in my mind
I'm so fine
I eat alkaline
what's mine always gon be mine
Ain't no, "I'm shoulda been blac chyna!"
All of ya got y'all minds fucked
Make America not suck
...A fuckin 'gain
She tryna fuck again
Not today Satan
I'm with Benjamin
Grateful for my blessings man
Ima be counting til 3010
Hold up, wait
let's set the record straight
I was on sent to earth only to create
I ain't better than you cause I meditate
Some gotta love in this world of hate
Some call it death, i call it fate
I'm the reason your girlfriend masturbate
Rocket hoe, her heads in space
With the kids, I'm octomom
With my space, I be Tom
All I'm tryna say is I got it all
Grills, Paul wall
When in court, I'm the ball
Shopping, I'm the mall
iPhone, I'm the call
Turn her to a waterfall
CHORUS 1
Look, this fucking world was made for me
It's so sweet, don't eat meat, I'm petite
And I'm playing dumb fucks on the street
Knick, knack, patty-whack
Don't go slow Imma give her a smack
Hopscotch, scissors, rocks
Your girlfriend gave me top
Tacos served with extra guac
She drop the top and make that pussy soda
Smokin on that yoda
Life's a rollercoaster Imma love it til it's over
VERSE 2
I roll up 18-19 times a day
All my looks slay
And I can't stop getting paid
And I'm never getting laid
I am the sun, I am the shade
I can't be the only thing that you into
I'm prioritizing my mental
Fuck outside beauty, I want it in too
I fuck with this instrumental
The worlds my paper, I am the pencil
Art trap is where I beez
Kicking back under these money trees
Wishing ya girlfriend was more like me
Smoking herb rolled with banana leaves
Just tryna balance all these energies
Stop giving in to your enemies
You the only one you gotta stay true to
Stop doing the same shit you used to
Stop banging the crimson and blues toos
You taking ya own crew!
Bad boy whatchu gon do?
Whatchu gon do when they see yo hue?
Kings and Queens supposed to build and rule
CHORUS 2
Look, this fucking world was made for me
It's so sweet, don't eat meat, I'm petite
And I'm playing double-dutch on this beat
Knick, knack, patty-whack
Don't go far Imma give her back
Paper, sci-sci-scissors, rocks
Your girlfriend gave me top
Tacos served with extra guac
Then she drop the top and make that pussy soda
Smokin on that yoda
Life's a rollercoaster Imma love it til it's over, yeah
CHORUS 3
This fucking world was made for me
It's so sweet, don't eat meat, I'm petite
And I'm playing double-dutch on this beat
Knick, knack, patty-whack
Don't go far Imma give her back
Hopscotch, scissors, rocks
Your girlfriend gave me top
Tacos served with extra guac
And then she drop the top and make that pussy soda
Smokin on that yoda
Life's a rollercoaster Imma love it til it's over, yeah
Leave You On The Floor
Artist(s): Young Medusa
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Writer(s):
Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50% / Taylor Green (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Bad Ass, Bad Bitch, Cash, Cerebral, Confident, Dark, Defiant, Drugs, Eerie, Far Out, Global Warming, Healthy Living, Hypnotic, LGBTQ+, Love, Meditation, Mindfulness, Money, Nature, Organic, Provocative, Raunchy, Savage, Sexual, Street, Swagga, Swagger, Trippy, Weird, Woke
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
113
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Leave You On The Floor
LEAVE YOU ON THE FLOOR (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
Yeah yeah yeah you already know though
Its misses solo dolo smoking on that for sho
Windows rolled down in my four door
Your girlfriend is a hoe though
Put the p***y on her no-nose
Smack flip rub it down reverse make it slow mo
She told me I was the one I told her she was loco
Her p***y smell like pollo told her eat it I said no hoe
Drop some cash on her cuz I still ain't getting no no
She think she was my best but I think she was just so-so
You can have her back her frequency too low low
F*****g up the planet blowing gases in the ozone
I got get then they hoe hoe she in love with the coco
She wishing she could see me now she only got the photos
Mouth a*s p***y three for one call her bogo
Assassinate her Lennon sike the wife Yoko Ono
When it come to money its ain't no challenge it's just mo mo
Organic produce section buy it all is the motto
CHORUS
H*e don't play with me keep playing with your pockets
H*e can't stay with me if she don't align them chakras
Aint tryna block my blessings three eyes my binoculars
They enslaved our family just so they could copy us
VERSE 2
Listen listen I got hairs for moons bitch
Winning is my talent getting money is my niche
Angels talking to me fake mad cuz they snitching
I know real genies and they granting all my wishes
All y'all need to stop cooking in the kitchen
Spreading poison ain't going give you what we missing
We all need to watch what we eat, think and listen too
We all need to watch what we speak and give our money too
Thinking you invincible never make it more true
The devil wears the color blue jealousy you play the fool
T*****r finger itching too, late, yeah
But it all starts in your mind
Listen to this rhyme and let the bass beat in your spine utilize your time you're always living in your prime
Your destiny divine to love yourself is not a crime listen listen
I'm now blessing you with a presence of a queen
Everything is energy everything is me
Learn to calm my mind open eye now i see
Life is so special love the birds and the trees
Trapping so important love your worst enemies
Im creeping through your ear
Human now but i'm always spirit
Close your eyes then I appear
Future brighter than the chandelier
I should be queer of the year
She gon play it Imma take it serious
Imma always put my faith before my fear
Im in love with the person in the mirror
Nobody can top me your girl wanna top me
Got healers, angels
In a field full of poppies don't even try to stop me
You're own blessing you be blocking
If you don't love yourself then baby we aint rocking
CHORUS
________________________________________________
LEAVE YOU ON THE FLOOR (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
Yeah yeah yeah you already know though
Its misses solo dolo smoking on that for sho
Windows rolled down in my four door
Your girlfriend is a hoe though
Put the pussy on her no-nose
Smack flip rub it down reverse make it slow mo
She told me I was the one I told her she was loco
Her pussy smell like pollo told her eat it I said no hoe
Drop some cash on her cuz I still ain't getting no no
She think she was my best but I think she was just so-so
You can have her back her frequency too low low
Fucking up the planet blowing gases in the ozone
I got get then they hoe hoe she in love with the coco
She wishing she could see me now she only got the photos
Mouth ass pussy three for one call her bogo
Assassinate her Lennon sike the wife Yoko Ono
When it come to money its ain't no challenge it's just mo mo
Organic produce section buy it all is the motto
CHORUS
Hoe don't play with me keep playing with your pockets
Hoe can't stay with me if she don't align them chakras
Aint tryna block my blessings three eyes my binoculars
They enslaved our family just so they could copy us
VERSE 2
Listen listen i got hairs for moons bitch
Winning is my talent getting money is my niche
Angels talking to me fake mad cuz they snitching
I know real genies and they granting all my wishes
All y'all need to stop cooking in the kitchen
Spreading poison ain't going give you what we missing
We all need to watch what we eat, think and listen too
We all need to watch what we speak and give our money too
Thinking you invincible never make it more true
The devil wears the color blue jealousy you play the fool
Trigger finger itching too, late, yeah
But it all starts in your mind
Listen to this rhyme and let the bass beat in your spine
Utilize your time you're always living in your prime
Your destiny divine to love yourself is not a crime listen listen
I'm now blessing you with a presence of a queen
Everything is energy everything is me
Learn to calm my mind open eye now i see
Life is so special love the birds and the trees
Trapping so important love your worst enemies
Im creeping through your ear
Human now but i'm always spirit
Close your eyes then I appear
Future brighter than the chandelier
I should be queer of the year
She gon play it Imma take it serious
Imma always put my faith before my fear
Im in love with the person in the mirror
Nobody can top me your girl wanna top me
Got healers, angels
In a field full of poppies don't even try to stop me
You're own blessing you be blocking
If you don't love yourself then baby we aint rocking
CHORUS
No Debate
Artist(s): LueMega
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Writer(s):
Jessica S. Ekundare (BMI) 50% / Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Attitude, Bad Bitch, Boss, Bounce, Bravado, Brazen, Cocky, Confidence, Confident, Dominate, Edgy, Flossing, Flossy, Gangsta, Hood, Lean, Money, Power, Raw, Shake, Standing Out, Streets, Style, Success, Swagga
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
87
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
No Debate
NO DEBATE
INTRO
They keep coming for me
They wanna see me fall
But ain't never coming down
VERSE 1
I just tore up your resume
Undesirable candidate
Tried to try me on everything but can't find the time to authenticate
I just caught you on bad day?
Never gonna compare to me
Lies and divisive tactics
Sadly you can't catch me
Any day
Don't wanna
Admit it
You jealous
I get it
The way that
I'm trending
It's hard to
Forget it
I see how you dread it
I'm reigning steady
I been on the top and you can't stand it
I will come down when I'm good and ready
PRE-CHORUS
Let it, let it, let it go
Let it, let it, let it go
Exit out the back door
You tryin' but you can't replace the one and only
No debate
CHORUS (2X)
No debate
No debate
No debate
Dominating no debate
No debate
No debate
No debate
I'm dominating no debate
VERSE 2
Yeah I ain't finished yet
It's only the beginning
Don't see you as a threat
The state of mind of winning
You say name a time and place
You trying but you can't replace
The only and only from the gate
No debate
VERSE 3
Now you know I'm about business
Money long and I manage
Count the commas in my bank account
And one tenth is gone in a minute
And just like anybody
Who's a pillar of society
You will find me at a five star
With some other dignitaries
It's the lifestyle of a maven
Everybody's raving
Saying I'm amazing
And I'm such an inspiration
Yeah
Put all the work I in
So determined
Fire burnin'
Wrist is frozen
In my zone
Yeah I am chosen
And you know it
Ahhhhh
Try to study
Everything about me
But you fail to know and understand
The inner power I embody
Can't find nobody
No carbon copy
You feeling froggy tryna knock me?
Still tryna to stop me?
(Humph)
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS (2X)
Out My Way
Artist(s): Jon Doe Wonder (feat. NKC)
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Writer(s):
Jonathan Lee Ferguson (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, R&B, Urban Pop
Keywords:
Anger, Attitude, Bad Bitch, Badass, Boss, Breakup, City, Confident, Cool, Dark, Edgy, Empowered, Heavy Bass, Hood, Late Night, Letting Go, Moving On, Night Club, Passionate, Powerful, Relationship ending, Streets, Strength, Swagga, Swagger, Vibey, Washy
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
140
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Out My Way
OUT MY WAY (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
Bet you didn't know
I could beat you at your own game
Now you know
Now you know
Bet you didn't know
I was out for kill
But I kept you close
And they all know
PRE-CHORUS
I'm not the type you can f*** with, baby
I'm the kind to leave you heartless, maybe
You learned your lesson cause
I play for keeps, move with ease
And if you think I'm missing you
Baby please...
CHORUS
Get out my way
Out my way
Out my way
Out my way
Out my way
Out my way
Out my way
Get out my way
You always want it your way
(You can have your way)
You always want it your way
(I'mma go my way)
VERSE 2
Sleeping in your arms
Had me in your palm
But yeah I know
Yeah I know
Sipping white wine
Blissful baby & I
Got too close
Now I know
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
BRIDGE
I hope I haunt you
I hope the memory of me and us exhausts you
Boy just get your dirty laundry now and get out
You want your way so show yourself the way down and out
Right now
CHORUS
__________________________
OUT MY WAY (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
Bet you didn't know
I could beat you at your own game
Now you know
Now you know
Bet you didn't know
I was out for kill
But I kept you close
And they all know
PRE-CHORUS
I'm not the type you can fuck with, baby
I'm the kind to leave you heartless, maybe
You learned your lesson cause
I play for keeps, move with ease
And if you think I'm missing you
Baby please...
CHORUS
Get out my way
Out my way (6X)
Get out my way
You always want it your way
(You can have your way)
You always want it your way
(I'mma go my way)
VERSE 2
Sleeping in your arms
Had me in your palm
But yeah I know
Yeah I know
Sipping white wine
Blissful baby and I
Got too close
Now I know
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
BRIDGE
I hope I haunt you
I hope the memory of me and us exhausts you
Boy just get your dirty laundry now and get out
You want your way so show yourself the way down and out
Right now
CHORUS
Cash Money
Artist(s): Kali J
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Writer(s):
Alan Ivan Puac (BMI) 50% / Kali Janette Arnott (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Attitude, Bad Bitch, Boss, Bounce, Bravado, Brazen, Confidence, Confident, Cool, Edgy, Expensive, Flossing, Flossy, Gangsta, Hood, Ice, Lean, Money, Raw, Shake, Streets, Style, Swagga, Swagger
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
148
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Cash Money
CASH MONEY
CHORUS (2X)
I got the cash the money
Oooh I got the honey
Got the cash the money
Oooh my life so yummy
VERSE 1
I love it raining money it's the back drop
Boys they coming and they coming with they hats off
Cause they know I'm quick to cut it if they back talk
Yes I'm the queen I'm spending green and no I can't stop
PRE-CHORUS
Flip it and I burn it and I spend it like I earn it
And I order bottle service cause I know that I deserve it
And he ask me if I'm free tonight and I say I'm expensive
I've been working hard (woo) and you know I spend it
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Now I see I got them looking at me sideways
They call me bossy cause I like to do it my way
I hustle Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday
But you know I love it cause it's mother-loving payday
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS (4X)
Vibe
Artist(s): Kali J
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Writer(s):
Kali Janette Arnott (BMI) 50% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Aggressive, Attitude, Bad Bitch, Boss, Bounce, Bravado, Brazen, Confidence, Confident, Energetic, Flossing, Flossy, Gangsta, Hood, Lean, Power, Pumped Up, Shake, Streets, Style, Success, Swagga
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Chimes, Drums, SFX, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
81
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Vibe
VIBE (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
Coming atcha with some attitude
Spread the word cause yeah I'm coming through
I got the vibe cause honey issa mood
Like all the time yeah babe you know I do
Like knowing all the lyrics of the song
I feel like could do this all night long
It got me going going on and on
Yeah and I'm feeling like I'm 10 feet tall
So let me hear ya
PRE-CHORUS
Yeah uh huh (uh)
Yeah uh huh (yeah)
Yeah uh huh (uh)
Yeah uh huh (yeah)
(2X)
(Don't kill my vibe)
CHORUS
Issa look
I'm looking fly
I'm feeling good
Don't kill my vibe
(X2)
Vibing
Vibing
Vibing
Don't kill my vibe
(X2)
VERSE 2
Do what I want and do it every day
I got some tricks call me Cirque du Soleil
Cause I'm that chick I always get my way
Don't hate the player baby hate the game
I flip the switch and turn em off and on
You're either on the hunt or on the run
Let's get it going just like donkey Kong
So baby can I get a yeah uh huh
Let me hear you
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
B***h don't kill my vibe
B***h don't kill my vibe
CHORUS
_________________________________
VIBE (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
Coming atcha with some attitude
Spread the word cause yeah I'm coming through
I got the vibe cause honey issa mood
Like all the time yeah babe you know I do
Like knowing all the lyrics of the song
I feel like could do this all night long
It got me going going on and on
Yeah and I'm feeling like I'm 10 feet tall
So let me hear ya
PRE-CHORUS
Yeah uh huh (uh)
Yeah uh huh (yeah)
Yeah uh huh (uh)
Yeah uh huh (yeah)
(2X)
(Don't kill my vibe)
CHORUS
Issa look
I'm looking fly
I'm feeling good
Don't kill my vibe
(X2)
Vibing
Vibing
Vibing
Don't kill my vibe
(X2)
VERSE 2
Do what I want and do it every day
I got some tricks call me Cirque du Soleil
Cause I'm that chick I always get my way
Don't hate the player baby hate the game
I flip the switch and turn em off and on
You're either on the hunt or on the run
Let's get it going just like donkey Kong
So baby can I get a yeah uh huh
Let me hear you
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Bitch don't kill my vibe
Bitch don't kill my vibe
CHORUS
New Sexy Type
Artist(s): Brit Fox & Mpax
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Writer(s):
Alan Ivan Puac (BMI) 50% / Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggresive, Ballin', Boss, Braggadocious, Brash, Bravado, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Defiant, Fiery, Flaunting, Grinding, Hustle, Hustlin', Irreverent, Money, Night Life, Power, Sexy, Swagger
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Bass, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
150
Key:
F
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
New Sexy Type
NEW SEXY TYPE (CLEAN)
CHORUS
They keep ring ring ring ring-ing my line day and night
I'm that new new new new new new new sexy type
You can say what you want but I will still do what I like
I'm that new new new new new new sexy type
VERSE 1
The person you projecting to me
In the light I do not see
Baby I'm legit, no counterfeit
Money back guarantee
An investment in you
I come back multiplied times 2
wanted dead or alive like a ride or die
I'm the answer do not ask me why
All these questions not hip
I do not give a s**t I'm always doing fine
Must be a blessing to him
He on his knees every day and night
Keep on texting and s**t
Leave him on read every single time
Touch a nerve catch these fists
When I curve you hella bent
CHORUS
VERSE 2
You keep it tried and true
When coins talk for your actions yeah
When money speak for you
You can't afford distractions
Now and new
Dead blue faces in an instant view
Last one still down for the count, KO
Ask 'em, bet they know by now
I'm too Zen to give energy
To what they think amen I don't need
Got a friend in benji
To the wind they gon see
They can't catch up to me
Stack a brick to the top
The grind will never cease yeah
they hate us cuz they ain't us, b
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Mouth open all they do is gawk
When they see a boss walk
No action they all talk
Guess that's what they want
Guess that's how I'll flaunt
Worth more than six figures
Guess that's how I'll stunt
CHORUS (2X)
__________________________________
NEW SEXY TYPE (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS
They keep ring ring ring ring-ing my line day and night
I'm that new new new new new new new sexy type
You can say what you want but I will still do what I like
I'm that new new new new new new sexy type
VERSE 1
The person you projecting to me
In the light I do not see
Baby I'm legit, no counterfeit
Money back guarantee
An investment in you
I come back multiplied times 2
wanted dead or alive like a ride or die
I'm the answer do not ask me why
All these questions not hip
I do not give a shit I'm always doing fine
Must be a blessing to him
He on his knees every day and night
Keep on texting and shit
Leave him on read every single time
Touch a nerve catch these fists
When I curve you hella bent
CHORUS
VERSE 2
You keep it tried and true
When coins talk for your actions yeah
When money speak for you
You can't afford distractions
Now and new
Dead blue faces in an instant view
Last one still down for the count, KO
Ask 'em, bet they know by now
I'm too Zen to give energy
To what they think amen I don't need
Got a friend in Benji
To the wind they gon see
They can't catch up to me
Stack a brick to the top
The grind will never cease yeah
they hate us cuz they ain't us, b
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Gawk, walk, talk
Guess that's what they want
Guess that's how I'll flaunt
Worth more than six figures
Guess that's how I'll stunt
CHORUS (2X)
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)
Insecure
Artist(s): Matisse Tsoy
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Writer(s):
Matthew Paul Tsoy (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Trap
Keywords:
Acceptance, Cool, Dark, Depression, Emotional Pain, Hazy, Heavy Bass, Introspective, Loneliness, Longing, Lost In Thought, Melancholy, Mental Illness, Sadness, Smokey, Spacey, Struggle, Tired
Instruments:
808 Bass, Acoustic Guitar, Drums, Electric Guitar, Strings, Synth
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
103
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Insecure
INSECURE
CHORUS
I'm not mad
I just want the world to see me
I'm insecure and I'm suffering
I'm not mad
I just want the world to see me
I'm insecure and I'm suffering
VERSE 1
Ay, I'm isolated in pain
Don't wanna feed the display, no
Why can't I feel the same
Ay ay
So I would settle for little
But it'd be better if my head could be accepted in general
Get my mind right
See I ain't never been mental, but what's a pot to a kettle
I been upset and belittled, but it's my mind, right
PRE-CHORUS 1
I just wanna be alone in the back room
Focused all up in my zone cuz I have to
Ain't nobody got my back, turn my back to em
Ain't nobody got my back, turn my back to em
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Ay, I'm isolated in pain
Don't wanna be the display, no
Why can't I feel this sane
Ay ay
See I ain't never been mental
But what's a pot to a kettle
I been upset and belittled, but it's my mind, right
See I won't settle for little
Cuz it'd be better if my head could be accepted in general
Get my mind right
PRE-CHORUS 2
I just wanna be alone in the back room
Focused all up in my zone cuz I have to
Ain't nobody got my back, turn my back to em
Ain't nobody got my back, turn my back to em
I just wanna be alone in the back room
Focused all up in my zone cuz I have to
Ain't nobody got my back, turn my back to em
Ain't nobody got my back, turn my back to em
CHORUS (2X)
1155
Artist(s): Matisse Tsoy (feat. Cory V)
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Writer(s):
Cory John Vienneau (BMI) 50% / Matthew Paul Tsoy (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Trap
Keywords:
Bold, Cool, Dark, Depression, Eerie, Emotional, Foggy, Heavy Bass, Intense, Introspective, Loneliness, Lost In Thought, Melancholy, Mental Illness, Mysterious, Outer Space, Sadness, Sci Fi, Spacey, Struggle, Suicidal, Swagger, Tired
Instruments:
808 Bass, Choir Pads, Drums, Electric Guitar, Strings, Synth
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
160
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
1155
1155
CHORUS
My mind took my life at 5 until midnight cuz I couldn't sort it out
I'm living the high life, thinking of suicide
In time I'ma sort it out
But I don't wanna say there's nothing
No I don't wanna say there's nothing at all
All I know is I believe in nothing at the end of this life
I ain't nothing yet
VERSE 1
Why do all my thoughts gotta be loud
Still feel like I cannot speak out
I just wanna rest, get sleep now
Finally know how to turn off the sound
Ain't no coming back, my mind made
Know I gotta follow through now
Ain't no coming back, my mind made
I see just what I gotta do
CHORUS
VERSE 2
That ain't what I need, that ain't what I need
I just need a little peace
So who gon' save me from myself
Ain't no coming back, my mind made
Know I gotta follow through now
Ain't no coming back, my mind made
I see just what I gotta do
BRIDGE
I'm kicking myself every day for all the things I ain't done yet
My motivation's lost its way, I fade off into the sunset
But I don't wanna say there's nothing
No I don't wanna say there's nothing at all
All I know is I believe in nothing at the end of this life
I ain't nothing yet
CHORUS
OUTRO
I'm kicking myself every day for all the things I ain't done yet
My motivation's lost its way, I fade off into the sunset
I'm kicking myself every day for all the things I ain't done yet
My motivation's lost its way, I fade off into the sunset
Porsche
Artist(s): Fancy (feat. Brit Fox)
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Writer(s):
Ashley J Davis (BMI) 50% / Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Bad Bitch, Cars, Confident, Dancing, Drinking, Empowering, Female Empowerment, Fierce, Fiery, Flaunting, Flossy, Hustlin', Hustling, Independent, Late Nght, Luxury, Money, Night Club, Power, Provocative, Rousing, Seductive, Sexual, Slick, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Stylish, Swagger
Instruments:
808 Bass, Bells, Drums, Organ, SFX, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
120
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Porsche
PORSCHE (Clean)
CHORUS
Throw your hands up in the air and
Swing your hips back and forth
Bend it over bust it down and
Make that n***a throw a Porsche
Make that n***a throw a Porsche
Make that n***a throw a Porsche
Bend it over bust it down and
Make that n***a throw a Porsche
VERSE 1
This one for my girls who be working that pole
Take it to the top, pop a split down low,
Shaking that ass for them dividends,
You rocking all the latest trends
I see you keep working, shake that ass
Don't stop twerking, n****s get slick
Got a couple n****s lurking,
Guns on they hips like a military sergeants
And they screaming f**k you pay me,
Getting money, do this daily and
You hating a*s hoes don't phase me
Because it's ya man who pays me
He watch me drop it low and
Shake that ass down to the flo,
He giving me all his mothaf****n dough, and
He always coming back for no more
Aye we putting down payments on a Porsche or Ferrari,
Giving no f***s no sorrys
In V.I.P. so wavy and gnarly,
With a bad b*tch named Ari
Popping big bottles that's what we do,
How the f**k you feeling, we don't have a clue, or
Better yet we don't care
Race me to the money I'll beat you there!
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Shake it like you make him wanna put a ring on it
Make him throw whatever he would actually spend on it
Got him standing at attention, he my mothaf****n soldier and
I keep him up and running like a morning cup of Folgers
Watch me break it down, these n****s love the way I do my dance and
If you wanna conversation n***a better to have them bands
Cuz money is the code that we live by,
Seaside eating shrimp and ribeyes
Diamonds on our fingernails and neck and wrist as well
We fresh just like we've been baptized
Getting big money, put it in all caps,
Hair platinum blonde, like Halle berry on baps,
Swear to god imma put my city on the map,
You give me any beat and I swear I'll snap!
I got it these b*****s know I locked up the game, ain't no doubt about it and
All these n****s that around me, ain't no guessing they all solid
A b***h real bad, got all these n****s eyes popping out they sockets
I'm blasting off into the sky, call me Ms. Johnny Rocket!
CHORUS (2X)
_____________________________________
PORSCHE (Explicit)
CHORUS (2X)
Throw your hands up in the air and
Swing your hips back and forth
Bend it over bust it down and
Make that nigga throw a Porsche
Make that nigga throw a Porsche
Make that nigga throw a Porsche
Bend it over bust it down and
Make that nigga throw a Porsche
VERSE 1
This one for my girls who be working that pole
Take it to the top, pop a split down low,
Shaking that ass for them dividends,
You rocking all the latest trends
I see you keep working, shake that ass
Don't stop twerking, niggas get slick
Got a couple niggas lurking,
Guns on they hips like a military sergeant
And they screaming fuck you pay me,
Getting money, do this daily and
You hating ass hoes don't phase me
Because it's ya man who pays me
He watch me drop it low and
Shake that ass down to the flo,
He giving me all his mothafuckin dough, and
He always coming back for more
Aye, we putting down payments on a Porsche or Ferrari,
Giving no fucks no sorrys
In V.I.P. so wavy and gnarly,
With a bad bitch named Ari
Popping big bottles that's what we do,
How the fuck you feeling, we don't have a clue, or
Better yet we don't care
Race me to the money I'll beat you there!
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Shake it like you make him wanna put a ring on it
Make him throw whatever he would actually spend on it
Got him standing at attention, he my mothafuckin soldier and
I keep him up and running like a morning cup of Folgers
Watch me break it down, these niggas love the way I do my dance and
If you wanna conversation nigga better to have them bands
Cuz money is the code that we live by,
Seaside eating shrimp and ribeyes
Diamonds on our fingernails and neck and wrist as well
We fresh just like we've been baptized
Getting big money, put it in all caps,
Hair platinum blonde, like Halle berry on baps,
Swear to god imma put my city on the map,
You give me any beat and I swear I'll snap!
I got it these bitches know I locked up the game, ain't no doubt about it and
All these niggas that around me, ain't no guessing they all solid
A bitch real bad, got all these niggas eyes popping out they sockets
I'm blasting off into the sky, call me Ms. Johnny Rocket!
CHORUS (2X)
Clean Version
CHORUS
Throw your hands up in the air and swing your hips back and forth
Bend it over bust it down and make
that n*gga throw a Porsche
Make that n*gga throw a Porsche
Make that n*gga throw a Porsche
Bend it over bust it down and make
that n*gga throw a Porsche
This one for my girls who be working that pole
Take it to the top, pop a split down low, shaking that ass for them dividends, you rocking all the latest trends I see you
Keep working, shake that ass don't stop twerking, n*ggas get slick
Got a couple n*ggas lurking, guns on they hips like a military sergeants
And they screaming f*ck you pay me, Getting money, do this daily and you hating *ss hoes don't phase me because it's ya man who pays me
He watch me drop it low and shake that ass down to the flo, he giving me all his mothaf*ckin dough, and he always coming back for no more Aye
We putting down payments on a Porsche or Ferrari, giving no f*cks no sorrys
In V.I.P. So
Wavy and gnarly, with a bad b*tch named Ari
Popping big bottles that's what we do, How the f*ck you feeling, we don't have a clue, or better yet we don't care
Race me to the money I'll beat you there!
CHORUS
Throw your hands up in the air and swing your hips back and forth
Bend it over bust it down and make
that n*gga throw a Porsche
Make that n*gga throw a Porsche
Make that n*gga throw a Porsche
Bend it over bust it down and make
that n*gga throw a Porsche
Shake it like you make him wanna put a ring on it
Make him throw whatever he would actually spend on it
Got him standing at attention, he my mothaf*ckin soldier and I keep him up and running like a morning cup of folgers
Watch me break it down, these n*ggas love the way I do my dance and if you wanna conversation
N*gga better to have them bands
Cuz money is the code that we live by, seaside eating shrimp and ribeyes
Diamonds on our fingernails and neck and wrist as well
We fresh just like we've been baptized
Getting big money, put it in all caps, hair platinum blonde, like Halle berry on baps, Swear to god imma put my city on the map, you give me any beat and I swear I'll snap!
I got it these b*txhes know I locked up the game, ain't no doubt about it and
All these n*ggas that around me, ain't no guessing they all solid
A b*tch real bad, got all these n*ggas eyes popping out they sockets
I'm blasting off into the sky, call me ms. Johnny rocket!
CHORUS
Throw your hands up in the air and swing your hips back and forth
Bend it over bust it down and make
that n*gga throw a Porsche
Make that n*gga throw a Porsche
Make that n*gga throw a Porsche
Bend it over bust it down and make
that n*gga throw a Porsche
Homesick
Artist(s): Alize Hall & Jaquan Grand
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Writer(s):
Jaquan Lamar Grant (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Alternative Hip Hop, Alternative R&B, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B
Keywords:
Admiration, Begging and Pleading, Changes, Done, Duet, Emotional Conflict, Emotional Pain, Frustration, Grinding, Hard Working, Hardship, Hurt, Independent, It's Over, Leave Behind, Loneliness, Moody, Over It, Promises, Questioning, Reflection, Relationship Problems, Relationship ending, Smooth, Struggles, Tension, Trouble
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Piano, Synth
Year Recorded:
2017
BPM:
125
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Homesick
HOMESICK (CLEAN)
CHORUS 1
You've been gone away so long
I don't know what to say at all
You don't look the same no more
You don't say my name no more
You don't give up time to be around s**t
You don't got the time to see me now s**t
Yeah I don't know
I don't know
If you still have love for me
What's going on
Why haven't you been home
(I been getting to it)
What's going on
Why haven't you been home
(Somebody had to go)
What's going on
(and make a way)
Yeah I don't know
(It's been so d**n long)
I don't know
(Somebody gotta do it)
If you still have love for me
VERSE 1
Know that you think I've been distance
Can't take the time to come visit
Please take the time and just listen
I couldn't ever forget you
Who would I be with you
You showed me what I can do
You gave me choices to choose
You made me find all the tools
You helped me find out my truth
I walk this path because of you
But learning the rules
I had to make moves
I had to make change I knew
In order to bring back a crown
Make me a name out of town
All from the sound Virginia invented
Im talking about you and your city
Nights I remembered with all of my n****
Roaming the streets in all black like a ninja
Make it back just before dinner
Know that this s*** can be hard
I promise that God on my side
Represent you when I talk
Been VA the wave
That never will change
I promise you get all the praise
I know Im away
I promise to make it back safe
Know that you worry about me
Know things are different
I'm different
I'm growing but living
I promise I love you
I hope you forgive me
Foreal
CHORUS 2
You've been gone away so long
I don't know what to say at all
You don't look the same no more
You don't say my name no more
You don't give up time to be around s***
You don't got the time to see me now s***
Yeah I don't know
I don't know
If you still have love for me
What's going on
Why haven't you been home
What's going on
Why haven't you been home
What's going on
Yeah I don't know
I don't know
If you still have love for me
VERSE 2
Traveling different places
Seeing so many faces,
Don't have time to go nowhere they don't support me
I give my all to get somewhere
They ain't see my struggle just to make it here
Finally now I'm on, they calling my phone
Why'd y'all do they things you did to me it so wrong
I don't care about the fake love no more
Cause I done tried and tried and tried and tried and tried
________________________________
HOMESICK (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS 1
You've been gone away so long
I don't know what to say at all
You don't look the same no more
You don't say my name no more
You don't give up time to be around shit
You don't got the time to see me now shit
Yeah I don't know
I don't know
If you still have love for me
What's going on
Why haven't you been home
(I been getting to it)
What's going on
Why haven't you been home
(Somebody had to go)
What's going on
(and make a way)
Yeah I don't know
(It's been so damn long)
I don't know
(Somebody gotta do it)
If you still have love for me
VERSE 1
Know that you think I've been distance
Can't take the time to come visit
Please take the time and just listen
I couldn't ever forget you
Who would I be with you
You showed me what I can do
You gave me choices to choose
You made me find all the tools
You helped me find out my truth
I walk this path because of you
But learning the rules
I had to make moves
I had to make change I knew
In order to bring back a crown
Make me a name out of town
All from the sound Virginia invented
I'm talking about you and your city
Nights I remembered with all of my niggas
Roaming the streets in all black like a ninja
Make it back just before dinner
Know that this shit can be hard
I promise that God on my side
Represent you when I talk
Been VA the wave
That never will change
I promise you get all the praise
I know I'm away
I promise to make it back safe
Know that you worry about me
Know things are different
I'm different
I'm growing but living
I promise I love you
I hope you forgive me
Foreal
CHORUS 2
You've been gone away so long
I don't know what to say at all
You don't look the same no more
You don't say my name no more
You don't give up time to be around shit
You don't got the time to see me now shit
Yeah I don't know
I don't know
If you still have love for me
What's going on
Why haven't you been home
What's going on
Why haven't you been home
What's going on
Yeah I don't know
I don't know
If you still have love for me
VERSE 2
Traveling different places
Seeing so many faces
Don't have time to go nowhere they don't support me
I give my all to get somewhere
They ain't see my struggle just to make it here
Finally now I'm on, they calling my phone
Why'd y'all do they things you did to me it so wrong
I don't care about the fake love no more
Cause I done tried and tried and tried and tried and tried
Uh Uh
Artist(s): Matisse Tsoy (feat. Vixxen)
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Writer(s):
Joelle Renee Golany (BMI) 50% / Matthew Paul Tsoy (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Attitude, Bad Ass, Bad Bitch, Boss, Chill, Cocky, Confident, Drugs, Empowered, Female Empowerment, Flirty, Flossing, Gun Shots, Guns, Hood, Laid Back, Money, Power, Quarantine, Sexual Overtones, Sexy, Shake, Smoking Weed, Streets, Strutting, Success, Swagga
Instruments:
808 Bass, Electric Guitar, Electronic Drums, Keyboard, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
139
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Uh Uh
UH UH (CLEAN)
CHORUS
You say you gang gang
But how low does your chain hang
You pull that pistol out
You make that s**t go bang bang
Uh uh, uh uh
That s**t go bang bang
You pull that pistol out
You wanna have that dang thang
Uh uh, uh uh
See what you claim mane
You wanna bang bang
You wanna play this game game
Uh uh, uh uh
Let's see that chain hang
You pull that pistol out
You make that s**t go bang bang
VERSE 1
You want me for the fame
And you want me for the money
I guess you're gonna have to wrap around me like a gummy
Yeah, uh yeah I'm d**n yummy
Give me all you got
No you can't take that s**t from me, uh
I'm so hypnotic
Anything I say is honest
Bitch don't act like you forgot it
I'm the realest and the hottest
I be smoking on that product
Yeah that s**t it so erotic, uh
Yeah that's what I need
Ain't that what you wanted, uh
CHORUS
VERSE 2
You ain't even listening
You don't know what you're missing
And my diamonds shining in the light
That s**t it glistening
There ain't no social distancing
And ain't nobody witnessing
What I'm gonna f****n do to get up our conditioning
I push you back
Why don't you lay back on the sofa
We do a little yoga
We call that king cobra, uh
Turn it over
Better prove it like it owes ya
You don't tell me when it's over
Baby do it like I showed ya, uh
CHORUS
__________________________________________
UH UH (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS
You say you gang gang
But how low does your chain hang
You pull that pistol out
You make that shit go bang bang
Uh uh, uh uh
That shit go bang bang
You pull that pistol out
You wanna have that dang thang
Uh uh, uh uh
See what you claim mane
You wanna bang bang
You wanna play this game game
Uh uh, uh uh
Let's see that chain hang
You pull that pistol out
You make that shit go bang bang
VERSE 1
You want me for the fame
And you want me for the money
I guess you're gonna have to wrap around me like a gummy
Yeah, uh yeah I'm damn yummy
Give me all you got
No you can't take that shit from me, uh
I'm so hypnotic
Anything I say is honest
Bitch don't act like you forgot it
I'm the realest and the hottest
I be smoking on that product
Yeah that shit it so erotic, uh
Yeah that's what I need
Ain't that what you wanted, uh
CHORUS
VERSE 2
You ain't even listening
You don't know what you're missing
And my diamonds shining in the light
That shit it glistening
There ain't no social distancing
And ain't nobody witnessing
What I'm gonna fuckin do to get up our conditioning
I push you back
Why don't you lay back on the sofa
We do a little yoga
We call that king cobra, uh
Turn it over
Better prove it like it owes ya
You don't tell me when it's over
Baby do it like I showed ya, uh
CHORUS
Oooh She Bad
Artist(s): Kali J
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Writer(s):
Kali Janette Arnott (BMI) 50% / Marcus Elliot Cohen (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Urban Alternative
Keywords:
Aggressive, Attitude, Bad Bitch, Boss, Bouncy, Bravado, Brazen, Confident, Cool, Dance Party, Energetic, Energy, Flossing, Flossy, Lively, Minimalist, Percussive, Pumped Up, Rhythmic, Sassy, Shake, Swagga, Swagger, Trouble
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
128
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Oooh She Bad
OOOH SHE BAD
VERSE 1
This is the story of my reign and my arrival
I like to give em all a show it's my recital
If you can't tell what I'm about then check the title
I got a tendency to flip and I go psycho
I go psycho
I go psycho
I got a tendency to flip and I go psycho
VERSE 2
I break the rules the way your girlfriend reads the Bible
I'm making moves in ways my waves are always tidal
Yeah I'm so savage that the people call me tribal
And everything I say and do is going viral
I go viral
I go viral
Yeah everything and say or do is going viral
CHORUS
Oooh she bad
Whatcha gonna do about it
(4X)
(Oooh she bad)
Uh, yeah
(4X)
VERSE 3
Yeah can't you see that there's a method to the madness
I'm here to change the game I'm out here stopping traffic
And if I say it then you know it's gonna happen
Yeah I get what I want cause baby I'm a bad chick
I'm a bad chick
I'm a bad chick
Yeah I get what I want cause baby I'm a bad chick
CHORUS
Talk About Me
Artist(s): Omboi (feat. Blaqbone)
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Writer(s):
Christopher Stephen Hicks (ASCAP) 50% / Vusumndeni Mnikathi (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alcohol, Attitude, Braggadocious, Cocky, Confident, Control, Cool, Dark, Driving, Fame, Gangster, Hood, Hustle, Killing, Money, Night Life, Rich, Street, Strength, Success, Swagger, Thug, World Influence
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Piano, Sitar, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
88
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Talk About Me
TALK ABOUT ME (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
Everybody wanna talk about me,
B*****s and n****s want to lie about me,
I am rolling with the n****s that are dope man,
If I kill a n***a you a broke man,
My momma told me I am gonna be rich,
If I kill a n***a you are so stench,
I am gonna buy my girlfriend a Lamborghini,
you gonna buy your girlfriend some bikini
CHORUS
Everywhere I go they talk about me, oh they talk about me yeah
They talk about me, Everybody talk about me yeah
Everywhere I go they talk about me, blah blah blah blah yeah
They talk about me, b*****s and n****s
VERSE 2
They talk about me everyday man,
All this Televised everyday man,
they wanna see me die man eh,
they wanna see my momma cry man eh
they don't know that I know man
they don't know that I stay low
money money money calling me man
moolah moolah moolah calling me man
CHORUS
OUTRO
Oh they talk about me
Everybody talk about me
yeah blah blah blah
b*****s and n****s
__________________________________
TALK ABOUT ME (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
Everybody wanna talk about me,
bitches and niggas want to lie about me,
I am rolling with the niggas that are dope man,
Fuck you nigga you a broke man,
My momma told me I am gonna be rich,
Fuck you nigga you are so stench,
I am gonna buy my girlfriend a Lamborghini,
you gonna buy your girlfriend some bikini
CHORUS
Everywhere I go they talk about me, oh they talk about me yeah
They talk about me, Everybody talk about me yeah
Everywhere I go they talk about me, blah blah blah blah yeah
They talk about me, bitches and negros
VERSE 2
They talk about me everyday man,
All this Televised everyday man,
They wanna see me die man eh,
They wanna see my momma cry man eh
They don't know that I know man
They don't know that I stay low
Money money money calling me
Moolah moolah moolah calling me man
CHORUS
OUTRO
Oh they talk about me
Everybody talk about me
Yeah blah blah blah
Bitches and negros
Bad News
Artist(s): Kali J
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Writer(s):
Alan Ivan Puac (BMI) 50% / Kali Janette Arnott (ASCAP) 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 Bitch, Boss, Bounce, Bravado, Brazen, Confidence, Confident, Edgy, Expensive, Flossing, Flossy, Gangsta, Hood, Ice, Lean, Money, Raunchy, Raw, Shake, Streets, Style, Swagga, Swagger
Instruments:
SFX, Synth Bass, Synth Drums, Synth Shaker
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
186
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Fast/Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Bad News
BAD NEWS
CHORUS
I'm bad news
I'm bad news
Better watch yo self
When I come through
VERSE 1
I'm breaking rules cause
I'm living life on the fast track
I'm stacking bottles and money
Like baby got back
The truth can hurt
When it hits you just like a clap back
You wanna hang but your breaking
Just like a Kit Kat
Looking for some trouble
Ain't never settle for no
I'm a problem I can solve it
Just pack your bags you can go
And the party only starts
When the cops are all getting close
Crossing lines and breaking hearts
And now everyone wanna know like
BRIDGE
Hey baby what's your name
I wanna know your game
Hey baby what your name
I wanna know you game
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I'm living dangerous
Doing it with a straight face
Under the influence
Driving it in the fast lane
You run around with your crowd
And you yelling gang gang
The only shots that I'm shooting
Are going bang bang
Always been a savage with murder
Up on my mind
I've been k own to do some damage
But that's me just killing time
And I don't believe in sorry
Cause nothing is wrong or right
So I never learn my lesson
I'll do it again tonight
CHORUS
Andale
Artist(s): Brit Fox
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Writer(s):
Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50% / Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Ambition, Bad Ass, Bold, Bravado, Cash, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Determined, Drive, Empowerment, Explicit Lyrics, Female Empowerment, Hustlin', Hustling, Independent, Latin Flavor, Mean, Money, Streets, Swagger, Tough, Young
Instruments:
808 Kick, Bass, Drums, Piano
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
68
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Andale
ANDALE
INTRO
I mean everybody be tryna run upon me
But nobody be tryna get the money
Andale andale
VERSE 1
All these coins in my pocket, I don't run outta options
Don't sit next to me if we ain't getting money, this ain't a non-profit
You barely work during your 9 to 5 so of course you frustrated
I grind all night my check reflect that's why you see me dominating
Got curves that will hurt ya don't need his playa ways so I curve em
And he still coming back for more guess that's full circle
It's not a bop til I step on the scene-say you the best but that's yet to be seen
Built to breakthrough, I don't breakdown. Snatch your wig off if you tilt my crown, ho'
CHORUS
Andale, all I do is andale to this money honey ay ay
Try to stop me all I do is andale to this money
VERSE 2
I do it how I do it, don't need to give explanations
I'm the ultimate b**** so of course I give ultimatums
You a maximum bum you chasing minimum wages
I stay on the block, but I ain't out dating you stepped on newspaper, yeah you is outdated
Don't need nan to save me, I'm the one who made me
Put the h-o in hero put you in the er if you f*** up my zeros
Focused on dinero no habla engles when u say hello
Gotta pay to get on my schedule showing off like an expo
CHORUS'
Ay ay all I do is andale to this money
VERSE 3
Jackson John and Benjamin been begging me to entertain
Popping off and popping ass got blue hundreds calling my name
I stay reppin you side stepping own all my s*** you inauthentic, you stay renting
Don't forget to get back your deposit,fine and flawless, stack seamless
Yeah I'm on that Queen s***, bow down before you drown in all this deepness
Blacker the fruit sweeter the juice drenching him like an ocean
With my heels on, chasing checks everyday is a promotion
CHORUS''
Ay ay all I do is andale to this money
You cant stop me all I do is andale to this money
Andale to this money, honey
Suicide
Artist(s): Matisse Tsoy
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Writer(s):
Matthew Paul Tsoy (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Trap
Keywords:
Acceptance, Bittersweet, Bright, Chill, Depression, Emotional Pain, Excitement, Gentle, Good Vibes, Introspective, Loneliness, Longing, Lost In Thought, Melancholy, Mental Illness, Nighttime, Overcoming Struggle, Positive Energy, Pushing Through, Sadness, Soaring, Spacey, Starry, Struggle, Uplifting, Vacation, Washy
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Rhodes Electric Piano, Strings, Synth
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
161
Key:
B/C♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Suicide
SUICIDE
VERSE 1
Guess I been kinda feeling lonely
Like don't nobody really know me
So I been tryna do my own thing
All on my own I'll be my own me
I said I wanna be my own me
Hold please while I hang up on the old me
Just lemme leave me by my lonely
Just lemme leave me by my lonely
CHORUS
I'll find my place in this human life
But tryna face it is suicide
I'm okay with my human side
And tryna face it is suicide
VERSE 2
I never fit in, always been a stray
Just lemme live in this infinity
See I ain't tryna live in yesterday
But I ain't tryna live in this today
Guess I been kinda feeling timid, ay
Slip away, live a life, but I'll forget a day
And I'm regretting what I never say
See I regret it, but I never say
BRIDGE
Feeling like a fake tryna act my age
Cemented my mistakes in the mess I made, but I
But I been tryna live a life
Tryna live a little but I trip and take it right back
Feeling like a fake tryna act my age
Cemented my mistakes in the mess I made, but I
But I been tryna live a life
Tryna live a little but I trip and take it right back
CHORUS
Eating My Money
Artist(s): Marco Thomas
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Writer(s):
Marco MRC Thomas (GEMA) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Badass, Boss, City, Cocky, Cool, Dark, Drinking, Heavy Bass, Late Night, Lewd, Money, Night Club, Night Life, Stripper, Success, Swagger
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Body Percussion, Strings, Synth, Synth Bass, Vocoder
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
135
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Eating My Money
Eating My Money (CLEAN)
INTRO
Ice cold, imma burning my stacks, Getting this fire into my tracks,
Packing the mill, getting some pills, Taking the trip, this is it,
I got too much money on my bank, (too much money)
Credit card is dripping, girls always stripping. (woo)
VERSE 1
Cuz they smelling my wealth, got more gold than Michael Phelps (easy)
You can see the diamonds very clearly, premium quality,
Got the Cuban like Bill, put it into some Lewinsky,
While I'm spilling Hennessy and Whiskey (risky risky).
I'm sick of all that b***s***, money comes, money goes,
But there comes more than goes, steady flowing into my pockets,
Inviting pickpockets living in my house, paying them money,
To stealing my money, b**** ain't funny (b**** ain't funny).
PRE-CHORUS (2X)
Chilling on the couch, drinking 40-ounce,
Giving hotties p*****, see my homies bounce,
(bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
Order another round, laying on the ground,
Drink another stout, see the p***** bounce
(bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
CHORUS (2X)
Bounce back, filling the tank
Throwing the stacks, burning my money,
Serving the plates, they eating my money,
Ratatatat, shooting with Money
Oh s***, killing the bank,
Loading the gat, again and again,
(Bounce back, now bounce back,
Eating my money)
VERSE 2
Life ain't a b****, money is a b****
Let's do a gangbang and p**** her hard,
Management too smart, money avalanche
Ranch neverland, play money (play money),
Always second chance boring (boring)
I don't want more, got enough of all that crap,
Escaping with my jet, escaping with my yacht,
Can't stop, won't stop, Benjamin is always finding me
MIA CIA, I'm the prey,
PRE-CHORUS (2X)
CHORUS (2X)
OUTRO (2X)
Baby bounce back, now bounce bounce
Baby bounce, baby bounce back
Now bounce bounce (They're eating my money!)
Baby bounce back, now bounce bounce
Baby bounce, baby bounce back
Now bounce bounce (Eating my money!)
_________________________________
Eating My Money (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
Ice cold, imma burning my stacks, Getting this fire into my tracks,
Packing the mill, getting some pills, Taking the trip, this is it,
I got too much money on my bank, (too much money)
Credit card's dripping, girls always stripping. (woo)
VERSE 1
Cuz they smelling my wealth, got more gold than Michael Phelps (easy)
You can see the diamonds very clearly, premium quality,
Got the Cuban like Bill, put it into some Lewinsky,
While I'm spilling Hennessy and Whiskey (risky risky).
I'm sick of all that bullshit, money comes, money goes,
But there comes more than goes, steady flowing into my pockets,
Inviting pickpockets living in my house, paying them money,
To stealing my money, bitch ain't funny (bitch ain't funny).
PRE-CHORUS (2X)
Chilling on the couch, drinking 40-ounce,
Giving hotties pounds, see my homies bounce,
(bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
Order another round, laying on the ground,
Drink another stout, see the pussies bounce
(bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
CHORUS (2X)
Bounce back, filling the tank
Throwing the stacks, burning my money,
Serving the plates, they eating my money,
Ratatatat, shooting with Money
Oh shit, killing the bank,
Loading the gat, again and again,
(Bounce back, now bounce back,
Eating my money)
VERSE 2
Life ain't a bitch, money is a bitch
Let's do a gangbang and pound her hard,
Management too smart, money avalanche
Ranch neverland, play money (play money),
Always second chance boring (boring)
I don't want more, got enough of all that crap,
Escaping with my jet, escaping with my yacht,
Can't stop, won't stop, Benjamin is always finding me
MIA, CIA, I'm the prey,
PRE-CHORUS (2X)
CHORUS (2X)
OUTRO (2X)
Baby bounce back, now bounce bounce
Baby bounce, baby bounce back
Now bounce bounce (They're eating my money!)
Baby bounce back, now bounce bounce
Baby bounce, baby bounce back
Now bounce bounce (Eating my money!)
Welcome To The South
Artist(s): Zone Lo
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Writer(s):
Lorzone Mong Lo (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Badass, Buzzing, Concert, Confident, Cool, Drugs, Echoes, Energy, Heavy Bass, High, Hyped Up, Intoxicated, Laid Back, Letting Loose, Money, Night Club, Party, Performance, Smokey, Smooth, Swagger, Under The Influence
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
135
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Welcome To The South
WELCOME TO THE SOUTH
VERSE 1
Welcome to the South
The sound of the music yeah that's how we get loud
Drumming on wax now beat your jumpman's out
The bass hits your face, ending up on a couch
That's how we do it in the dirty south
CHORUS 1
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, Dirty South (4X)
VERSE 2
Out here chasing paper, try to catch a fade
Wanna flip the script, money three ways
Catch him in them hallways, playing mind games
On the rooftop, catch him man I'm too paid
Yeah, turn em in, we turn you out
They ain't catchin' me slipping, yeah that's how you go out
Yeah flip the bird, end up on a couch
It's a wrap, when we turn it out, in the
CHORUS 1
VERSE 3
Yeah Money makes this money man go round
Hit me with that drummer boy, yeah let's go make that sound
Turn it up, yeah go crazy jump the crowd,
Turn it up, let's go one time let's make it loud
Make it loud, turn it up let's make it loud
Make it loud, turn it up let's make it loud
Yeah yeah yeah, Welcome to the South
CHORUS 2
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
Yeah, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
VERSE 4
Dirty Birdies, playing you hurry
Drop em off at the fifty-yard line and keep em working
No averting, turn the page, flip the perc
Another dot for ya, that's how we keep em working
Jumpin' Loud, jumpin' loud til the crowds go home
Jumpin' loud, tell em how, til the roads is gone
Jumpin' loud, tell em now, yeah we stayin' afloat
Money last til your gassed out, endin' up broke
CHORUS 3
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
Yeah, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
Yeah, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
OUTRO
(Yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
Dirty South
(Oh, yeah)
Dirty South
(yeah oh)
Welcome to the South
(yeah oh)
Lasso (Like A Rodeo)
Artist(s): 10 (feat. Brit Fox)
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Writer(s):
Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 34% / Daniel William Gong (ASCAP) 33% / Demetrius Dwane Jr Jones (BMI) 33%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 67% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Bad Bitch, Boss, Bounce, Cocky, Cool, Danceable, Erotic, Flirty, Gangsta, Gangsters, Hood, Lit, Lust, Nasty, Naughty, Night Club, Party, Raunchy, Risque, Seduction, Sexual, Sexy, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper, Swagga, Swagger, Temptation, Turnt
Instruments:
808 Bass, Bells, Brass, Cello, Drums, Electric Guitar, Hand Claps, Synth, Triangle
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
103
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Lasso (Like A Rodeo)
LASSO (LIKE A RODEO) (CLEAN)
CHORUS 1
Bounce that a*s in the
Bounce that a*s in the
Bounce that a*s
In the air
Bounce that a*s in the
Bounce that a*s in the
Bounce that a*s
Everywhere where
CHORUS 2
Shawty in the club showing off
All of her moves
So when we in the room girl
What you gon' do,
Shawty trynna slide wit the gang
Wit the crew
Cause shawty know we doin just
What we want too!
Ain't messing wit no lame n****s
Nah that s**t is through
Cause shawty she too fire
For n****s too handle
Shawty'll show out on a lame n***a
Put some respect down on her name n***a!
VERSE 1
Shawty down for the hustle
Won't take no s**t
She mess wit h**s most of the time
But she still take d**k,
We in the room like come and get me
She like tag you's it
She bust that p***y all on my face
Like she poppin' a zit!
She heard my music from the club
And she was loving my s**t
She said I got the type of sound
That she can pop it and s**t,
And she got friends and I'm like
Tell them h**s what's poppin' and s**t
Cause I got n****s or stamina
Like what's poppin and s**t!
I break it down on the beat
So now she dropping it low
Left check right check
Ooo which way you gone go?
It's like she throwing mixed signals
When she working it whoa
Cause she say f**k me like she hate me
She be loving it tho!
Lil b***h she nuts
I call her sandy checks
But d**n that girl a freak,
She like to dress up when she visit me
It's who she meant to be
My Life a movie she my favorite scene
Like d**n I can't believe
I gotta go back and get shawty on my team!
Like....
CHORUS 3
A*s in the air like a rodeo
Left right fast slow
Still move it better than your last h*e
(so when we in the room girl
What u gone do?)
A*s in the air like a rodeo
Left right fast slow
Still move it better than your last h*e
(cause shawty know we doin' just
What we want too!)
A*s in the air like a rodeo
Left right fast slow
Still move it better than your last h*e
(Cause shawty she too fire
For n****s too handle)
A*s in the air like a rodeo
(Shawty'll show out on a lame n***a)
Left right fast slow
Still move it better than your last h*e
CHORUS 2
BRIDGE
Tell her bounce that a*s until she can't no more
Tell her go and do it big til she get cramps in her soles
Shawty down for the hustle g*****n she the GOAT
And compared to all her friends g*****n she cold
Shawty dressed for the occasion drops some hints like it's been raining
And if it's an altercation got a 30 she'll be blazing
If she throw it at me tell her I'm catch 'em like we saving
From the dash to the pad now we smash now we lazy, oh
CHORUS 1
CHORUS 4 (2X)
A*s in the air like a rodeo
Left right fast slow
Still move it better than your last h*e
___________________________________________________
LASSO (LIKE A RODEO) (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS 1
Bounce that ass in the
Bounce that ass in the
Bounce that ass
In the air
Bounce that ass in the
Bounce that ass in the
Bounce that ass
Everywhere where
CHORUS 2
Shawty In the club showing off
All of her moves
So when we in the room girl
What you gon' do,
Shawty trynna slide wit the gang
Wit the crew
Cause shawty know we doin just
What we want too!
Ain't messing wit no lame niggas
Nah that shit is through
Cause shawty she too fire
For niggas too handle
Shawty'll show out on a lame nigga
Put some respect down on her name nigga!
VERSE 1
Shawty down for the hustle
Won't take no shit
She mess wit hoes most of the time
But she still take dick,
We in the room like come and get me
She like tag you's it
She bust that pussy all on my face
Like she poppin' a zit!
She heard my music from the club
And she was loving my shit
She said I got the type of sound
That she can pop it and shit,
And she got friends and I'm like
Tell them hoes what's poppin' and shit
Cause I got niggas or stamina
Like what's poppin and shit!
I break it down on the beat
So now she dropping it low
Left check right check
Ooo which way you gone go?
It's like she throwing mixed signals
When she working it whoa
Cause she say fuck me like she hate me
She be loving it tho!
Lil bitch she nuts
I call her sandy checks
But damn that girl a freak,
She like to dress up when she visit me
It's who she meant to be
My Life a movie she my favorite scene
Like damn I can't believe
I gotta go back and get shawty on my team!
Like....
CHORUS 3
Ass in the air like a rodeo
Left right fast slow
Still move it better than your last hoe
(so when we in the room girl
What u gone do?)
Ass in the air like a rodeo
Left right fast slow
Still move it better than your last hoe
(cause shawty know we doin' just
What we want too!)
Ass in the air like a rodeo
Left right fast slow
Still move it better than your last hoe
(Cause shawty she too fire
For niggas too handle)
Ass in the air like a rodeo
(Shawty'll show out on a lame nigga)
Left right fast slow
Still move it better than your last hoe
CHORUS 2
BRIDGE
Tell her bounce that ass until she can't no more
Tell her go and do it big til she get cramps in her soles
Shawty down for the hustle goddamn she the GOAT
And compared to all her friends goddamn she cold
Shawty dressed for the occasion drops some hints like it's been raining
And if it's an altercation got a 30 she'll be blazing
If she throw it at me tell her I'm catch 'em like we saving
From the dash to the pad now we smash now we lazy, oh
CHORUS 1
CHORUS 4 (2X)
Ass in the air like a rodeo
Left right fast slow
Still move it better than your last hoe
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