Tracks Similar To Naughty Stripper
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
Itching To Snitch
Artist(s): Square Biz
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Writer(s):
Michael Vondell Jr Dalton (BMI) 50% / Terrence R Robinson (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Ballin', Boss, Braggadocious, Brash, Bravado, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Drugs, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Hood, Hustler, Hustlin', Irreverent, Money, Power, Rich, Street, Success, Swagga, Swagger, Throwback Feel, Thug
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Piano, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
75
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Itching To Snitch
ITCHING TO SNITCH (CLEAN)
INTRO
No honor, no ethics,
Witness protection ain't nothing but the
Underground railroad to the grave...you know it's over
VERSE 1
Hustling on the side trying to boss up
Spun his own web now the whole crew caught up
This elevator got some unstable cables
He can't eat from both sides of the table-what you thinking bruh?
PRE-CHORUS
He did what he felt he had to do (He's a snitch)
Preached a sermon on you and the crew (what a b***h)
Federal vaccine, relocate with plenty green
Ever known a rat to turn down cheese? (nah, nah)
CHORUS
Cause he itching to snitch, oh yeah he itching to snitch
He been dancing with the devil, then started to slip
Oh he itching to snitch, oh yeah he itching to snitch
Cooperate in every way, and get up out this b*tch
He snitch in the morning, oh yeah he snitch in the eve
Snitching on absentee folks who stay squeaky clean
Disrespecting the game, when you speak a man's name
That ain't square business, 'cause only b*****s, that comfortable being snitches
VERSE 2
They froze his accounts and killed his businesses
They quick to bring the wife and kids up into this
He folded like a lawn chair, now he's breathing freedom's air
Either way he knew he'd disappear...
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
____________________________________
ITCHING TO SNITCH (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
No honor, no ethics,
Witness protection ain't nothing but the
Underground railroad to the grave...you know it's over
VERSE 1
Hustling on the side trying to boss up
Spun his own web now the whole crew caught up
This elevator got some unstable cables
He can't eat from both sides of the table-what you thinking bruh?
PRE-CHORUS
He did what he felt he had to do (He's a snitch)
Preached a sermon on you and the crew (what a bitch)
Federal vaccine, relocate with plenty green
Ever known a rat to turn down cheese? (Hell nah)
CHORUS
Cause he itching to snitch, oh yeah he itching to snitch
He been dancing with the devil, then started to slip
Oh he itching to snitch, oh yeah he itching to snitch
Cooperate in every way, and get up out this bitch
He snitch in the morning, oh yeah he snitch in the eve
Snitching on absentee folks who stay squeaky clean
Disrespecting the game, when you speak a man's name
That ain't square business, 'cause only bitches, that comfortable being snitches
VERSE 2
They froze his accounts and killed his businesses
They quick to bring the wife and kids up up into this
He folded like a lawn chair, now he's breathing freedom's air
Either way he knew he'd disappear...
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
Kitty
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
Keywords:
Attraction, Bawdy, Bouncy, Erotic, Filthy, Flirtatious, Frisky, Grind, Gritty, Horny, Hot, Innuendos, Kinky, Lewd, Nasty, Obscene, Provocative, Racy, Raunchy, Risque, Seduction, Seductive, Sensual, Sex, Sexual, Sexy, Steamy, Stimulating, Strip Club, Temptation
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Strings, Synth
BPM:
169
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Kitty
Chorus
Let me lick the Kitty
let me get my tongue all in it make it sticky sticky
know you kind of pretty call me slicky like I'm Ricky Ricky
let me get it nice and drippy drippy for my Dicky Dicky
I wanna get it nice and wet baby
want you to saturate the bed baby
I think your legs are starting to get lazy
You pouring juices like some damn gravy
ain't trying to make you my lady
just hop into the Mercedes
strip down to something so lacy
body shakin till it make you go crazy
then we get started on the 2nd round
it's like a knockout when I'm going down
Chorus
How you feeling now that you are done
are you thinking you're the only one ?
I'm a master of my craft
I ain't stoppin til we see the Sun
tongue running over your body
give your pussycat a bath
every 30 minutes you don't even need to ask
I'm going on a new diet
I ain't eating nothing but the finest
Chorus
Lose Your Pants
Artist(s): Jaquan Grand
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Writer(s):
Jaquan Lamar Grant (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Attraction, Clubbing, Cocky, Dance Party, Erotic, Flaunting, Flirty, Flossing, Fresh, Grinding, Gritty, Horny, Hot Girl, Late Night, Lewd, Money, Night Life, Provocative, Risque, Seduction, Sensual, Sexual, Steamy, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2014
BPM:
150
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Lose Your Pants
LOSE YOUR PANTS (CLEAN)
INTRO
Yuh
Make that up and down make that make that up and down
Make that up and down make that make that up and down
Make that up and down make that make that up and down
Make that up and down make that ass go up and down
CHORUS
D**n
See me in the club on my grown man
A whole lot of dough will make them h**s dance
Aye up and down the pole she do it with no hands
Club on smash well that was the whole plan
Now make that up and down
Make that make that up and down
Make that up and down
Make that make that up and down
Gone do your dance for Mr. Andrew
And Mr. Benjamin could make you lose them pants to bust it
VERSE 1
She stripping to pay her college dues
Somewhere down in malibu
A single mother shorty got to do
What shorty got to do
A stripper what she proud to be
And she says it happily
Love the way you move that's why I keep throwing my salary
Keep moving h*e
B***h keep burning calories
Honestly watching you up and down making it hard to breathe
I got what you need and you got what I want
Aye put that p***y in my face I get straight to the point
Bust it, bust it, bust it
B***h it aint up for discussion
Move it, move it, move it
And she do it like it nothing
Some seduction and some touching with some b*****g cause I'm on
Never cuffing I'm just f*****g with some suction then I'm gone rookies
CHORUS
VERSE 2
B***h I make it rain
Something like the weather man
Do you get the picture the opposite of the camera man
A grown a*s man
I got a lot of bad b*****s
Beat the p***y up I give the s**t a few stitches
Money hoes and clothes that's all I f*****g know
Living life with big dreams and putting tags on tolls
It's crazy in this h*e don't know who is friend or foe
F**k his girl I'm out the door and now she calling for some more
See I'm a grown a** man
F**k is yall thinking
VIP at club naked so you know what I'm drinking
Throwing back the shots
Calling up the thots
And if you aint f*****g with me n***a you f*****g opp lets go
CHORUS
______________________________________
LOSE YOUR PANTS (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
Yuh
Make that up and down make that make that up and down
Make that up and down make that make that up and down
Make that up and down make that make that up and down
Make that up and down make that ass go up and down
CHORUS
Damn
See me in the club on my grown man
A whole lot of dough will make them hoes dance
Aye up and down the pole she do it with no hands
Club on smash well that was the whole plan
Now make that up and down
Make that make that up and down
Make that up and down
Make that make that up and down
Gone do your dance for Mr. Andrew
And Mr. Benjamin could make you lose them pants to bust it
VERSE 1
She stripping to pay her college dues
Somewhere down in malibu
A single mother shorty got to do
What shorty got to do
A stripper what she proud to be
And she says it happily
Love the way you move that's why I keep throwing my salary
Keep moving hoe
Bitch keep burning calories
Honestly watching you up and down making it hard to breathe
I got what you need and you got what I want
Aye put that pussy in my face I get straight to the point
Bust it, bust it, bust it
Bitch it aint up for discussion
Move it, move it, move it
And she do it like it nothing
Some seduction and some touching with some busting cause I'm on
Never cuffing I'm just fucking with some suction then I'm gone rookies
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Bitch I make it rain
Something like the weather man
Do you get the picture the opposite of the camera man
A grown ass man
I got a lot of bad bitches
Beat the pussy up I give the shit a few stitches
Money hoes and clothes that's all I fucking know
Living life with big dreams and putting tags on tolls
It's crazy in this hoe don't know who is friend or foe
Fuck his girl I'm out the door and now she calling for some more
See I'm a grown ass man
Fuck is yall thinking
VIP at club naked so you know what I'm drinking
Throwing back the shots
Calling up the thots
And if you aint fucking with me nigga you fucking opp lets go
CHORUS
Don't Regret It
Artist(s): K.Epps
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Writer(s):
Kyle Epps (BMI) 33% / Michael Vondell Jr Dalton (BMI) 34% / Terrence R Robinson (BMI) 33%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Alcohol, Carefree, City Lights, Cocky, Cool, Danceable, Dirty, Drugs, Drunk, Foggy, Hazy, Late Night, Lewd, Marijuana, Night Life, Party, Risque, Sexual, Swagger
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, SFX, Synth
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
164
Key:
A♯m/B♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Don't Regret It
DON'T REGRET IT (CLEAN)
INTRO
Get it, Get it,
Get it, Get it
Get it, Get it
Drank, Drank
Drank, Drank
Get it, Get it
Get it, Get it
Drank, Drank
Drank, Drank
Get it
Ahhhhhhhhh!
CHORUS
I party too hard Yup I don't regret it.
Taking it too far Yup I don't regret it
The time is now for us to get it and don't regret it.
I woke up hungover in the morning. I don't regret it.
VERSE 1
Woke up this morning, eleven thirty, my clothes are dirty.
Hop in the shower, recoup, prepare for the nightly hour
Fast forward nine pm. We pregaming.
It's 10p.m. we replay it.
Three shots, back to back, that's how we startin jack.
Back to back, three shots, before we even hit the spot.
Eight straight to the face
when we get inside the place.
Going hard at the bar t****** out mardi gras.
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Chocolate chicks at the bar, looking like a candy bar.
All these flavors at the bar looking like a candy store.
At the bar gettin hammered
girls to nail ima Hammer.
Like bowling balls roll up
pass the w*** hold up.
Hold up
I'm ready to get it
I'm ready to get it
I'm ready to get it
I'm ready to win it
I'm ready to get it.
I'm ready to do what I got to do'
to make a winning move.
And the move
is a blast of da juice.
Dat a pack wit a boost.
Where it's at
what it do.
And I'm drinking the booze.
And I'm touching her boobs.
And I'm bout to get loose.
Got nothing to lose.
Only Fun to prove.
Drink a hundred Proof.
CHORUS
VERSE 3
It's on And Poppin'
Ain't no point In stopping O. M.B.
What dat mean? On My Bed.
Oh I see. O. I.C...
three letters, What dat mean?
Own It Cuz
Don't regret it baby we both wavy
Maybe later lady.
mighty mimosas
toast for doing the most Yuh.
Headache on the wake up but everything is kosher.
Headache over heartache
No regrets because we party
wit da purpose to find truth
having fun & being naughty (naughty)
CHORUS
OUTRO
I don't regret it
I don't regret it
I don't regret it
Don't regret it
_______________________________
DON'T REGRET IT (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
Get it, Get it,
Get it, Get it
Get it, Get it
Drank, Drank
Drank, Drank
Get it, Get it
Get it, Get it
Drank, Drank
Drank, Drank
Get it
Ahhhhhhhhh!
CHORUS
I party too hard. Yup I don't regret it.
Taking it too far. Yup I don't regret it
The time is now for us to get it and don't regret it.
I woke up hungover in the morning. I don't regret it.
VERSE 1
Woke up this morning, eleven thirty, my clothes are dirty.
Hop in the shower, recoup, prepare for the nightly hour
Fast forward nine pm. We pregaming.
It's 10p.m. We replay it.
Three shots, back to back, that's how we startin jack.
Back to back, three shots, before we even hit the spot.
Eight straight to the face
when we get inside the place.
Going hard at the bar titties out mardi gras.
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Chocolate chicks at the bar, looking like a candy bar.
All these flavors at the bar looking like a candy store.
At the bar gettin hammered
girls to nail ima hammer.
Like bowling balls roll up
pass the weed hold up.
Hold up
I'm ready to get it
I'm ready to get it
I'm ready to get it
I'm ready to win it
I'm ready to get it.
I'm ready to do what I got to do'
to make a winning move.
And the move
is a blast of da juice.
Dat a pack wit a boost.
Where it's at
what it do.
And I'm drinking the booze.
And I'm touching her boobs.
And I'm bout to get loose.
Got nothing to lose.
Only Fun to prove.
Drink a hundred Proof.
CHORUS
VERSE 3
It's on And Poppin'
Ain't no point In stopping O. M.B.
What dat mean? On My Bed.
Oh I see. O. I.C...
three letters, What dat mean?
Own It Cuz
Don't regret it baby we both wavy
Maybe later lady.
mighty mimosas
toast for doing the most Yuh.
Headache on the wake up but everything is kosher.
Headache over heartache
No regrets because we party
wit da purpose to find truth
having fun and being naughty (naughty)
CHORUS
OUTRO
I don't regret
I don't regret it
I don't regret it
Don't regret it
Done Deal
Artist(s): K.Epps
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Writer(s):
Kyle Epps (BMI) 33% / Michael Vondell Jr Dalton (BMI) 34% / Terrence R Robinson (BMI) 33%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Alley, Business, Cocky, Drugs, Focused, Gangster, Hustlin', Late Night, Money, Street, Success, Swagger
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Hand Claps, SFX, Synth
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
160
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Done Deal
DONE DEAL
PRE-CHORUS
DONE DEAL
we gotta get it we gotta getta
DONE DEAL
we need to get it we need to getta
DONE DEAL
no need to talk about it because
THE DEAL IS DONE
CHORUS (2X)
Done deal gotta get the deal done.
Done deal all signed and sealed son.
Say the amount, pick a number, go head count.
Get the deal done
I get the deal done.
VERSE 1
One mission in a instant get it done.
I'm fishing wit intention for the fun.
The thrill to get it done.
Can't chill until I won.
Got work to rack up
10 stacks came back wit 20.
Damn he doubled it for me
Consistently that's why they get wit me.
Get it done they send for me
We the new ones in town.
Got things happening now.
And we buzzin cousin up and coming knock 'em out.
So many deals on the table can't even keep count.
We just getting done, they pay us in larger amounts.
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Seed to a tree now we branch it out.
People coming to us for deals that we handing out.
Doubling tripling quadruple, quintuple, sextuple.
Hungry in huddle never fumble.
Only scoring six figures and more in.
We paid our dues.
Go prove yourself, Go prove ya moves.
Go earn ya keep, Go prove you cool.
Go prove ya moves.
If you can double up and bring it
back like how we brought it back.
Gotta opportunity for you to go triple that.
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS (2X)
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
Know You Want It
Artist(s): G-Eyez
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Writer(s):
Anthony Brewer (ASCAP) 22.50% / James Desmond (ASCAP) 22.50% / Panauh Kalayeh (ASCAP) 22.50% / Rayvaughn Vernon (ASCAP) 22.50% / Samantha Blanchard (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 90% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Bravado, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Flirtatious, Flirty, Night Club, Party, Seduction, Seductive, Sexy, Swagger
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
133
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Know You Want It
Say you want it baby
You want it baby
You want it baby
I know that that you want it
Say you want it baby
You want it baby
You want it baby
Tell me that you want it
Look, I know that you want it
Girl tell me that you want it
Me, I'm fly as G5s
Pocket full of blue hundreds
2 guns up like who want it
Cops come I'm like who done it
Wait til I'm on top of the world
Bank account got huge money
LA out to SAC town
Yeah, we put that mac down
Born to play that forefront
Catch them in the background
We fly as them G5s
Born into these street ties
Girl I want you right now
Come on out them Levi's
Chorus
Top let back
Let my hair just breeze
Got that now baby ask me
I'm that girl that you can't see
I know that you want it
Window down come talk to me
All I hear is talk to me
Boy you know we hardly speak
Say you want it baby
You want it baby
You want it baby
I know that that you want it
Say you want it baby
You want it baby
You want it baby
Tell me that you want it
Verse 2
Girl I know that you want it
Girl tell me that you want it
Fly top take you around the world
First class, I done flew on it
Comcast, I do know it
That gaze I had huge summers
Big green I done ran through
So much call it cucumber
Turnt up, got that youth hunger
Pulled up fresh, those two hummers
Play Bishop, I'm Q then
They won't take that Juice from us
We just trying get the cash
Hot new coupes and switching tags
That work though, we push it fast
Wanted that truth? Well this is that
Chorus
Top let back
Let my hair just breeze
Got that now baby ask me
I'm that girl that you can't see
I know that you want it
Window down come talk to me
All I hear is talk to me
Boy you know we hardly speak
Say you want it baby
You want it baby
You want it baby
I know that that you want it
Say you want it baby
You want it baby
You want it baby
Tell me that you want it
Wiggle It Jiggle It
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Booty, Bump n Grind, Chaos, City, Clown Dancing, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Crunk, Dance, Dark, Deep South, Dirty, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sexy, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
101
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Wiggle It Jiggle It
WIGGLE IT JIGGLE IT
CHORUS
I love it when you wiggle it and jiggle it
U know I gotta get it
Oooh girl you making me horny
Tonight it's me and you shorty
I love it when they wigglin' and jigglin'
U know I wanna get it !
Can I get next to you hottie?
Rub hot oil all on yo' body?
VERSE 1
Hold up wait a minute
There some pieces up in the party
Time to get up in it
I like it when you move ya hips nice and slowly
Diamonds up in the bevel blind
I'm flashin' the Roly
Hey, Oooh!
Please excuse me mama
U lookin' good tonight
Me no want no drama
Move weight
Yeah I'm known in the Burroughs
Flip the stash 5 times a week
Made thorough
Whassup? Whatup Hun!
You seen me at the bar with a stack of hunds
All dem other dudes steady bumpin dey gums
You heard about the flow
Now you think I'm the one?
Only if you gonna gimme some lung!
Wit' ice cubes, let my brothers bounce on your tongue
You so petite
I'm tryna creep
What can I say?
Can I kiss ya booty dimples today?
CHORUS
VERSE 2
100 proof
The way you move dat thang
Baby you the truth
Ya need some new moves?
Suga, I could coach ya
I tried to told ya
Get tha picta
Mi la vida loca hey!
Da kitty's hot
Actin' like it's not
Now you got me on the flo'
Drop it like it's hot
Let me touch it
We can make it easy
Hit da coast in something pleasing breezy
Stop
Let me hold dem buns
Baby oil dem cheeks
We could have some fun
Roll around the suite
Episodes discreet
I'd like to break a sweat
Dancin' off our feet hey!
Come on, Come on
Get it, Get it
You worked to get me open
Baby you done did it!
You so petite
I'm tryna creep
Let's lose da clothes
Let me get it while you touchin' ya toes woo!!
BRIDGE
The way you move dat A@!
I'm feenin' for ya
-Move it for mami hey-
I'm checkin' for you
Nothin I won't do
The way you move that thang
I'm waitin' for ya
-move it for mami hey-
Girl you so lovely
Won't you just come with me!
CHORUS
Hot In The Club
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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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:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Booty, Bump n Grind, Chaos, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Crunk, Dance, Dark, Dirty, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sexy, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
101
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Hot In The Club
HOT IN THE CLUB
CHORUS
Hot in the club yeah
Up in the club little drugs little love
Make it shine from above drink a little henny
Move that fanny outstanding
Im inside while you still in line
VERSE 1
Im holding hands with this divine thing
I think she make my mind sing
Yo we in a see through bathroom
Quick lock the door
Never seen a body like that before
Make me want to run home write metaphors
See we been doin it in the club since 94
This is a hip hop stick up sick put ya hands up
Wave em in the air like ya just got out of lock up
We walk up with 50 bouncers look shifty
Get ya hands out ya pocket quick kid
I saw ya hide those little diamonds
When you see my eyes shinin
Straight from Long Island better not look at the god
Now smiling okay okay
CHORUS
Hot in the club a little drugs little love
Make it shine from above
Drink a little henny move that fanny outstanding
Im inside while you still in line
VERSE 2
Ok ok I didn't bring no AK
Time to pop a hundred dollar sparkles
Yo pour in the chambord
I drove the LamborGhini here
But I think im leavin with that little teeny here
She whisperin good things in my ear
Oh my god say it out loud it sounds scandalous
Throw me off balance like bad drugs
We aint mad thugs we just come here to party
I like to sip cognac I don't drink Bacardi
Speakin of which lets switch seats I got to roll up a philly
Let the club feel the heat spread ya legs out
Move that ass move ya feet
CHORUS
Booty Shakin'
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Booty, Bump n Grind, Chaos, City, Clown Dancing, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Crunk, Dance, Dark, Deep South, Dirty, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Gypsy, Jail, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Mean, Mid East, Middle Eastern Influence, Mug Shot, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sexy, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
96
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Booty Shakin'
Booty Shakin'
Chorus
Get ya booty shakin'
Drop ya A to Floor
Shake ya Money Maker
Till I'm ready to Blow
Repeat 1X
Verse 1
Shake it, shake it, shake it
But baby don't break it, break it, break it
Oh my God I love to see you naked
I can't take it
Ya' let me put my hands on ya hips and now I'm snake bit
You need to quit
Make me wanna strip
I can imagine both our bodies drippin'
When I watch ya' booty dip I'm trippin'
Schemin' on how I'm gonna slip in
Make ya hips bend
I'm behind ticklin'
Ya pearl
Wit my stick in
We both grinnin'
The room's spinnin'
You know what you do
How you do
When you do that thang
Make me wanna buy you a rang!
Duckin my gang
The way you make my thang sang
I'd win a grammy category sprung
Got me in shower hung waitin' to plunge
Girl you da' one!
Uh Oooooh!
Homey there she go
Twirlin' on the danceflo'
Wit a rump deluxe
U see why I'm always in the cut smashin' it up?
Repeat Chorus
Verse 2
Girl it ain't fair how you do that there
Everybody starin'
Wit dem tight pants dat you wearin', ya chil'ren
Had to be fun to make
I'm dreamin' of missionary nights grippin' dem cakes
For goodness sakes
Could you give a young brotha a break
Better yet, give a brotha a taste
Put ya lips on my face wit haste!
Let me fill up ya space
Undeniably you one of the greats, what would it take?
I appreciate ya!
U got every dude sittin' up in da club
Wit da bitter beer face
But you know they scrubs
Yet you showin' me love
Let's raise up
We can do it in the tub
Hot oil body rubs
Shake it, shake it
Wherever you move, I'll take it, take it!
Girl you ain't heard?
I can run a thousand miles
Especially when I'm runnin'.... FROGGYSTYLE!!
Repeat Chorus
Vamp
"Bump, Bump, Bump, Bump"
I love the way ya booty's shakin' baby!
"Bump Bump, Bump, Bump"
You drivin' me crazy girl
"Bump, Bump"
Ya' waist is thin
Wit dem nice thick thighs
You can forget all dem other guys
You know dem chump's little willies won't fly!
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
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
Flooded
Artist(s): J.Cash The King
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Writer(s):
Johnathan Cash (ASCAP) 50% / Norbert Krecsko (SOCAN) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Against the Odds, Aggressive, Attitude, Back Story, Badass, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, City, Club, Cocky, Confidence, Cool, Empowerment, Energetic, Energized, Family Appreciation, Hood, Hustle, Money, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Obstacles, Overcoming Struggle, Powerful, Rich, Streets, Strutting, Success, Swagga, Swagger, Tough, Triumphant, Winning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
79
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Flooded
FLOODED (CLEAN)
CHORUS (2X)
All my diamonds, flooded
All my chains, flooded
Out here getting Money
All the h**s love it
Keep the bag comin'
All the h**s love it
Keep the bag comin'
Pockets full of money
VERSE 1
You with the s**t I got the wave
Money be long it's in a safe
These new n****z they in the way
All in my business I feel a way
Want more money a mil a day
You don't want beef that's Chick-fil-a
I keep a tool on the waist
Don't mess with me when I'm the space
I need it all (I need it all)
I want it all
I'm tryna ball
If I make a call (If I make a call)
Then it get gone
When it get gone
What you was talking was all lies
I stay connected like mob ties
My money matter like all lives
Black people love me at all times
You could never take my spot I worked too hard for this
Prayed every night I talked to God for this
Know a couple n****z quit they job for this
Drip keep me froze on my arm n wrist
I am the man, a master mind
I get it done, action time
I get upset, blast the 9
Without jewelry still shine
Look, we gone get it poppin bruh whenever we on
Just have that bag ready if you calling my phone
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Cash is the King and I'm Flooded forever
You know I'm clever
Back in the jungle I'm Lion
Picked Number 1 like Zion
When it's all said n done icon
My flow hot like cayenne
I need a Grammy do this for family
Back when no food was up in the pantry
Me and my granny would pull up in Camry
I was so antsy to grow up
Now I'm grown up, got it sewn up
Til I've blown up No C4
Yeah I'm Fly no G4 I'm on a flight
Reachin new heights
Never graduated college
I did a remix with knowledge
I don't talk about it I'm bout it
Catch a body shout out Cleo I'm CEO
Remember I was pushing that geo
Kick flows torpedoes cashing out casinos
You already know I'm the greatest don't debate it face it
Diamonds all black they racist I cannot change shit
Happy I made it know they gone hate it
This what I do on a song I'm in my zone
I cannot do no wrong but don't get me wrong
I got the right u could not fathom
I kill s**t at random rap with a passion
You already know I'm back n I'm blasting fantastic
This what happens when give the last shot to an assassin
_______________________________________________
FLOODED (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS (2X)
All my diamonds, flooded
All my chains, flooded
Out here getting Money
All the hoes love it
Keep the bag comin'
All the hoes love it
Keep the bag comin'
Pockets full of money
VERSE 1
You with the shit I got the wave
Money be long it's in a safe
These new niggaz they in the way
All in my business I feel a way
Want more money a mil a day
You don't want beef that's Chick-fil-a
I keep a tool on the waist
Don't mess with me when I'm the space
I need it all (I need it all)
I want it all
I'm tryna ball
If I make a call (If I make a call)
Then it get gone
When it get gone
What you was talking was all lies
I stay connected like mob ties
My money matter like all lives
Black people love me at all times
You could never take my spot I worked too hard for this
Prayed every night I talked to God for this
Know a couple niggaz quit they job for this
Drip keep me froze on my arm n wrist
I am the man, a master mind
I get it done, action time
I get upset, blast the 9
Without jewelry still shine
Look, we gone get it poppin bruh whenever we on
Just have that bag ready if you calling my phone
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Cash is the King and I'm Flooded forever
You know I'm clever
Back in the jungle I'm Lion
Picked Number 1 like Zion
When it's all said n done icon
My flow hot like cayenne
I need a Grammy do this for family
Back when no food was up in the pantry
Me and my granny would pull up in Camry
I was so antsy to grow up
Now I'm grown up, got it sewn up
Til I've blown up No C4
Yeah I'm Fly no G4 I'm on a flight
Reachin new heights
Never graduated college
I did a remix with knowledge
I don't talk about it I'm bout it
Catch a body shout out Cleo I'm CEO
Remember I was pushing that geo
Kick flows torpedoes cashing out casinos
You already know I'm the greatest don't debate it face it Diamonds all black they racist I cannot change shit
Happy I made it know they gone hate it
This what I do on a song I'm in my zone
I cannot do no wrong but don't get me wrong
I got the right u could not fathom
I kill shit at random rap with a passion
You already know I'm back n I'm blasting fantastic
This what happens when give the last shot to an assassin
Dope Boy Balling
Artist(s): Square Biz
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Writer(s):
Michael Vondell Jr Dalton (BMI) 50% / Terrence R Robinson (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Ballin', Boss, Braggadocious, Brash, Bravado, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Drugs, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Hood, Hustler, Hustlin', Irreverent, Money, Power, Rich, Street, Success, Swagga, Swagger, Throwback Feel, Thug
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Electric Piano, Organ, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
86
Key:
F
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Dope Boy Balling
DOPE BOY BALLING (CLEAN)
INTRO
I'm a dope boy...I'm a dope boy
VERSE 1
When it's all said and done, I'm out shining all the rest
Been chasing me for years, now they running out of breath
Could be broke den a m'f*cka, still be fresh to def
You couldn't pay the fee it costs to stand on my steps
They know I'm in the game, life in the fast lane
Everything on me head to toe definitely brand name
Walking slow so they can see me, draped in all these VV-SS's
N*ggas start sweating, counting my blessings
CHORUS 1
I'm a dope boy balling, can't relate to me
I'm the kinda grimy n***a you ain't ever gone be
Dope boy balling, driving haters insane
Swagged out flavor changed the taste of the game
Dripping sauce spicy, oh I'm so nice see
So cold we frozen out the fountain oh I-CEE
Used to set the pace now you steady slow crawling
Scoot over make way for this dope boy balling
VERSE 2
You couldn't bust a grape in a food fight
More useless than flashlight shining in the daylight
Staying on top ain't easy had lots of opposition
Hate to break it to ya playa--you ain't my competition
Looking at me like I'm something off of TV
Frustrated in the mirror wishing you could be me
Want my lady, my car, the watch off my off my wrist
Honestly the way I live is beyond what you could wish
CHORUS 2
I'm a dope boy ballin, can't relate to me
I'm the kinda grimy n***a you ain't ever gone be
Dope boy ballin, driving haters insane
Swagged out flavor changed the taste of the game
BRIDGE
Hit club plenty deep--we all in
Jewelry dripping so hot-it's scalding
Too much money in my pockets--I'm falling
We got cars like the stars--we balling
CHORUS 1
______________________________________
DOPE BOY BALLING (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
I'm a dope boy...I'm a dope boy
VERSE 1
When it's all said and done, I'm out shining all the rest
Been chasing me for years, now they running out of breath
Could be broke den a m'fucka, still be fresh to def
You couldn't pay the fee it costs to stand on my steps
They know I'm in the game, life in the fast lane
Everything on me head to toe definitely brand name
Walking slow so they can see me, draped in all these VV-SS's
Niggas start sweating, counting my blessings
CHORUS 1
I'm a dope boy balling, can't relate to me
I'm the kinda grimy nigga you ain't ever gone be
Dope boy balling, driving haters insane
Swagged out flavor changed the taste of the game
Dripping sauce spicy, oh I'm so nice see
So cold we frozen out the fountain oh I-CEE
Used to set the pace now you steady slow crawling
Scoot over make way for this dope boy balling
VERSE 2
You couldn't bust a grape in a food fight
More useless than flashlight shining in the daylight
Staying on top ain't easy had lots of opposition
Hate to break it to ya playa--you ain't my competition
Looking at me like I'm something off of TV
Frustrated in the mirror wishing you could be me
Want my lady, my car, the watch off my off my wrist
Honestly the way I live is beyond what you could wish
CHORUS 2
I'm a dope boy ballin, can't relate to me
I'm the kinda grimy nigga you ain't ever gone be
Dope boy ballin, driving haters insane
Swagged out flavor changed the taste of the game
BRIDGE
Hit club plenty deep--we all in
Jewelry dripping so hot-it's scalding
Too much money in my pockets--I'm falling
We got cars like the stars--we balling
CHORUS 1
Jacking This Bitch
Artist(s): Square Biz
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Writer(s):
Michael Vondell Jr Dalton (BMI) 50% / Terrence R. Robinson (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Back Alley, City, Compton, Crime, Dark, Downtown, East LA, Fear, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Mean, Prison, Robbery, Shooting, Street, Struggle, Swagga, Swagger, Tension, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence, West Coast
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Hand Claps, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
106
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Jacking This Bitch
JACKING THIS BIT (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
We been getting into dirt since we been on this earth
Taking penitentiary chances if the work got worth
If you reap a big harvest boi we taking ya crops
You ain't calling the cops, cause we all in the pot
If the pressure increase and the streets is hot
Distros jammed up, like a dirty glocks
I need the bread, the flour and anything I can cook too
When we get hungry lemme show you how crooks do
CHORUS
We hitting this lick, we jacking this bit
Jacking this bit, we jacking this bit
Oh we need this lick, we jacking this bit
Jacking this bit, we jacking this bit
A vet at romancing felonious chances
You got lot of questions but none of the answers
Confused as fake news-who hit u like this?!?!
Can't relax knowing the fact somebody jacked this bit
VERSE 2
Yo my people gotta eat and I run the show
Want quality bread--gotta go for the real dough
Can only hold these fools off for so long
Money getting weak, hunger come on strong
If we do this right, shouldn't need our pistols
Slide past the cameras and security system
Lookouts east, west, north, and south
Get in fast, get the cash then we all smash out
'Cause we hitting this lick, we jacking this bit
Jacking this bit, we jacking this bit
BRIDGE
Déjà vu for you-ain't you been hit before?
Still go dem sucka boys guarding the door
Run up on ya corona-boy you gone be sick
When you realize what happened we done jacked this bit!
CHORUS
OUTRO
We hitting this lick, we jacking this bit
Jacking this bit, we jacking this bit
Oh we need this lick, we jacking this bit
Jackin this bitch, we jackin this bit
__________________________
JACKING THIS BITCH (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
We been getting into dirt since we been on this earth
Taking penitentiary chances if the work got worth
If you reap a big harvest boi we taking ya crops
You ain't calling the cops, cause we all in the pot
If the pressure increase and the streets is hot
Distros jammed up, like dirty glocks
I need the bread, the flour and anything I can cook too
When we get hungry lemme show you how crooks do
CHORUS
We hitting this lick, we jacking this bitch
Jacking this bitch, we jacking this bitch
Oh we need this lick, we jacking this bitch
Jacking this bitch, we jacking this bitch
A vet at romancing felonious chances
You got lot of questions but none of the answers
Confused as fake news-who hit you like this?!?!
Can't relax knowing the fact somebody jacked this bitch
VERSE 2
Yo my people gotta eat and I run the show
Want quality bread--gotta go for the real dough
Can only hold these fools off for so long
Money getting weak, hunger come on strong
If we do this right, shouldn't need our pistols
Slide past the cameras and security system
Lookouts east, west, north, and south
Get in fast, get the cash then we all smash out
'Cause we hitting this lick, we jacking this bitch
Jacking this bitch, we jacking this bitch
BRIDGE
Déjà vu for you-ain't you been hit before?
Still go dem lil fuck boys guarding the door
Run up on ya corona-boy you gone be sick
When you realize what happened we done jacked this bitch!
CHORUS
OUTRO
We hitting this lick, we jacking this bitch
Jacking this bitch, we jacking this bitch
Oh we need this lick, we jacking this bitch
Jackin this bitch, we jackin this bitch
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
Going Up Going Down
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Barrio, Booty, Bump n Grind, City, Clown Dancing, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Crunk, Dance, Dark, Deep South, Dirty, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Party, Prison, Radio, Sexy, South Central, Streets, Strip Club, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Twerk, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
132
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Going Up Going Down
GOIN' UP GOIN' DOWN
Chorus
Goin' up – goin' down
Booty movin' all around
Git it lef, git it right
Grab a little piece 'n' hold it tite
Goin' up – goin' down
Booty movin' all around
Flash a fitty – watch her go
She's a nasty little HO.....
She goin' up -- she goin' down
She goin' up -- she goin' down
Verse 1
I know where I'd like to sit ya
Baddest B in da club and I gotta get wit ya
In da middle of the dance flo' prancin'
All da goons at the bar knockin' Hen shots glancin'
Let me tell you what I wanna do
Grab ya hips from the back- Booty Bouncin' Boo
Up and Down, Left to Right
I can see you wanna pop that thang tonight!
Drop it low and LOWER
Move it faster SLOWER
Baby freak dat beat petite, so sweet; don't mess wit me
I'll blow your back to the front- I'm out!
I'm back! Jigglin' 'til you shout
You got me reelin'
I'm feeling
Have you without a doubt...
Chorus
Verse 2
Gimme' sometin' I can work wit' shorty
"Snap your G-string?"..Ooh my Lordy!
Ya twistin', windin', 'n shakin'
Dem cheeks vibratin' then brakin'
I can see you wanna set dat suga free
No need'n fakin'
We can take a weekend make a motion picture
While we're makin'
Dem ooh! Aah! Sounds
You on my stripper pole sliddin' down
Onion so soft 'n supple
Frustrated?
Give me a couple
Suck sessions
Baby I'm guessin'
Got da buns? I'm a dog
Baby no stressin'
Come on we'll work it out
Have you without a doubt
Chorus
Bridge
We could speed in the Phantom down the highway
Bet I beat that bottom if you swing it my way
Plenty-inch cigar
Get it off so mean if you let me squeeze
Wanna take you home
Mami, I'm Papi
Shorty bend dem knees!!
It's Gettin' Nasty
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
2000s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Booty, Bump n Grind, Chaos, City, Clown Dancing, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Crunk, Dance, Dark, Deep South, Dirty, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sexy, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Guitar, Horns, Piano, Slide Guitar, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
97
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
It's Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty
Chorus
It's Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty in Here
We Gettin' Nasty
We Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty in Here
1st Verse
A brotha finally made to the weekend
I need a few freaks
It's been two weeks
Poured me a glass of Hen
And now we rollin', chokin' on dat Bluegrass
Puff and Pass boy!!!
Don't play with me
Dey been workin' me
Time to let my hair down
Now I'm pagin Chief
I know it's goin' down
"Where da broadies be?"
" I heard it's goin' down at Suga T's majorly!"
Please, be the right one baby!
All a playa need is one right laday
And a sack of dat Supa Kill
Lick a couple suckas, and peel, hit the motel
"Fool, get out the way!"
Now my boss is pagin' 911
"Not today"
Tonight I'm flying free
I'm on a Nasty Mission, Nasty Girls, Nasty No Inhibitions
Repeat Chorus
2nd Verse
Ooh I'm likin' this
Caught that herbal mist outside the backdoor
It's lookin' dangerous
Gave the codeword
She looked at my man and let us in
Homey's to the left dice jigglin'
Hold up dog, let me break these brothas
I'm causin' problems wit dey baby's mothers
I don't know what could be goin' on inside dey heads
Instead of buyin' diapers, "Dummies, give me dat bread!!"
Looked to the right, spotted baby in red
She licked her lips, rubbed her hips, and led
Me down a flight of stairs to a private room
She whispered in my ear "My name is Doo Yu Soon"
Are you serious
Her rump was so trunk, I was curious
I don't know where we was 'bout to go
But if she wanna get nasty, man I'm ready fo'sho'
Repeat Chorus
3rd Verse
So I'm on the couch and she's straddlin' me
A pretty pink thong on, I grabbed dem cheeks
Then she started doin' dat dirty dancin'
Flirtin' and jerkin',unzipped my pants man!
Ol' Girl, you doin' it
Anything I got, baby you could get
She put it in her hand and started massagin'
My stick was wider than a three-car-garage, then
She grabbed my hand
Gently put my fingers in her promised land
It was gushing, soon I was pushing
I had to pound her tooshing
And I soaked her bushing
Repeat 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)
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
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
Put It Up High
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Bouncy, Carefree, Celebrate, Cocky, Cool, Cruising, Dance Floor, Debauchery, Drinking, Drugs, Frat House, Fun, Good Time, Late Night, Night Club, Party, Playful, Strip Club, Swag, Swagger, Trap
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
80
Key:
C
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Put It Up High
Verse 1
We faded cuz we made it, celebrate it cuz we own it/
take it in and hold it, pass it to the left before you blow it/
it's the crew you wanna roll with, no looking back just stepping foward/
put it up in the air, if they got a grudge then they can hold it/
we ain't seeing that, being that they know wassup/
we just trying to get, soaking wet, so fill up a cup/
trying to slide up to a fly chick who's given it up/
riding with no seatbelt living it up, not giving a what/
Chorus
yah we put it up high, yah we put it high/
holding whatever gets us in the vibe when we ride/
yah we put it up high, yah we put it high/
take it in and hold it disappear into the sky/
yah we swerving, trying not to spill our drinks/
yah we swerving, music so loud can't even think/
the party don't stop every night of the week/
the next night, put the last night on repeat
the next night, put the last night on repeat
the next night, put the last night on repeat
Verse 2
turning it up, letting it bang, doin our thang/
ain't caring who's staring, you glaring we bearing our fangs/
so just chill with the feedback, we don't need that, where the weed at/
who's popping we rocking, they jocking best believe we be that/
stacking paper, rolling paper, spark it and blaze/
til the fume fills the room, and the wallpaper fades/
shorty twerking, like them hips wanna jump jump jump/
take it to the parking lot if shorty wanna pop the trunk/
Chorus
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
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