Tracks Similar To Faker
Land Of The Gritty
Artist(s): Boom Doggottie
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Writer(s):
Cleo Michael Page (ASCAP) 50% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Achievement, Aggressive, Attitude, Badass, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, Champion, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Cool, Driven, Edgy, Epic, Football, Game On, Gritty, Hustle, Hustlin', Inspiration, Motivation, Never Give Up, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persistence, Powerful, Pressure, Pumped Up, Rising Above, Self Confidence, Sports, Strong, Success, Swagga, Swagger, Tough, Victory, Winning Spirit
Instruments:
Cello, Drums, Electronic Drums, Horns, Snare Drum, Synth, Synth Bass, Theremin, Tubular Bells, Violin
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
118
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Land Of The Gritty
LAND OF THE GRITTY
INTRO
Ya'll don't get it, no, this is our house
we ain't playin no games
VERSE 1
Been down counted all of my blessings,
life lessons game on still stressing.
No guessing never let them see you sweat man,
my depression smiles my confession.
Daily testing I'm flexing my muscle
for the win no in I hustle,
grind hard take a loss what's that
bases loaded, two strikes, swinging my bat.
Boom ping ting run & tell that,
Winner's Circle gritty whole team on my back.
We can't lose, chant that chant, we can't lose, chant that chant,
we can't lose, yep bet that.
(We can't lose, chant that chant, we can't lose, chant that chant,
we can't lose, yep bet that)
All black, game fact, off track,
we own and y'all wack, team Spirit! Get 'em
CHORUS (2X)
Welcome to the land of the gritty
This is my house we're shuttin them all down
This is my house we're shuttin them all down
This is my house we're shuttin them all down
Welcome to the land of the gritty
Showing suckers no pity
Showing suckers no pity
Showing suckers no pity
VERSE 2
Break my focus, eyes on the prize,
competitors fear they see no lies in my eyes.
Me try know I do, wall up, wall down, run through, ka boom!
Look who stepped in the room,
MVP everybody know me,
highest points scored on every cellphone screen,
nothing but the T-O-P for me.
I, Hi-5 oh, so live, my stride, I glide, slip slide,
run, dive, collide, four more yards till the touchdown line.
Defense up, they're all fence off,
God I hit him hard they playing too soft,
we playing football, man I think they playing golf
we can't lose while I walk my walk.
CHORUS (2X)
BRIDGE
Welcome to the Jungle I'm a panther not a kitty,
only one rule here survival of the gritty.
See that on my back whole damn city,
we can't lose, no time for the tripping.
Squeezing, flexing, fingertips gripping,
drool and sweat is the only thing dripping,
this is my house, ya'll need my permission
My rules, there he go boys get 'em!
Ya'll don't get it
y'all came to lose we came to win,
cuz this here this is our house
and we ain't playing no games
CHORUS (2X)
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
Leader Of The Pack
Artist(s): Brandijo Kistler
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Writer(s):
Brandijo Fern Kistler (BMI) 50% / Lyle Richard Johnson (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Rock, Female Vocal, Indie Rock, Instrumental
Keywords:
Aggressive, Anthemic, Badass, Bold, Boss, Confident, Cool, Distortion, Empowerment, Epic, Explosive, Extreme, Fierce, Fiery, Heavy, Motivation, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Rising Above, Taking Control, Triumph
Instruments:
Drums, Electric Bass, Electric Guitar, Hand Claps, Synth, Taiko Drums, Timpani
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
72
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Leader Of The Pack
LEADER OF THE PACK
VERSE 1
Face down and you don't see me coming
Got your mind occupied imma hit the ground running
Head first gotta get myself on track
Been a long time coming
I'll be the leader of the pack
Underestimate me, me
I'll show what I can be, be
Face down and you don't see me coming
Got your mind occupied imma hit the ground running
PRE-CHORUS
You put me down
I'll pick me up
Just keep it going
I'll rise above
Had it your way
But not today, but not today, but not today
Cuz I'm the first one running
CHORUS 1
I am I am oh
I am the leader of the pack
Singing, I am I am oh
I am the leader of the pack
VERSE 2
Upset hoping you could take it back
Got your wheels all turning how'd I take you spot like that
No tricks
Just did what I had to do
Had to figure out way
to lead the way without you
PRE-CHORUS 2
You put me down
Picked myself up
Just kept it going
Never gave up
Had it your way
But not today, but not today, but not today
You see, I'm the first one running
CHORUS 1
BRIDGE
Break it down
No, I'm not crazy
You may not have thought I'd make it
Now you're gone and I will lead the way (I'm gonna lead the way, lead the way)
Break it down
No, I'm not crazy
You may not have thought I'd make it
Back away You know it's not the same I've made my way and now I'm on to better days Ya (I'm gonna lead the way, lead the way)
PRE-CHORUS 3
You put me down ooo
Picked myself up
Just kept it going ooo
Never gave up
Had it your way
But not today, but not today, but not today
Cuz I'm the first one running
CHORUS 2
I am I am oh
I am the leader of the pack
Singing, I am I am oh
I am the leader of the pack oh
I am I am oh
I am the leader of the pack
Singing, I am I am oh
I am the leader of the pack
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
Champion
Artist(s): Exit Prose
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Writer(s):
Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50% / Tim Paul Hammes (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Aggressive, Badass, Ballin', Boss, Championship, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Cool, Dark, Energy, Football, Game, Hard Working, Hustle, Hustlin', Hyped Up, Inspiration, Motivation, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persistence, Powerful, Sports, Street, Swagga, Swagger, Tough, Violent, Winning
Instruments:
808 Bass, Brass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Piano, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
95
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Champion
CHAMPION
VERSE 1
If you want to be the best
Then you gotta beat the best
No B.S. work hard, leisure less
I'm in a whole other league
They can't even test
Want to step to me
Go head and be my guest
Enough talking
Time to put this beef to rest
It's game on now
You about to be finessed
I don't care who your camp is
What your brand is
By the end of the show
They gonna know
Who the champ is
Every step,every rep, every breath
Every trickle of sweat
It's a ripple effect
only way you can win some respect
Is to keep on winning
And don't let them forget
It's like an overdue debt
I won't accept
No more rain checks
I'm here to collect
Better prep, better come correct
Come at me you better bet
I'm coming for your neck
CHORUS
No sacrifice, no reward
Got to fight to endure
Like a Champion
Not the type to ignore
They don't like me
Cuz boy I'm a Champion
No payment, no payoff
No pain, no playoffs
For a Champion
No discipline, no victory hymn
Yeah I'm gonna win
Cuz I'm a Champion
VERSE 2
It don't matter if it's practice
My passion's the same
To me it's the whole
Other half of the game
I don't half-ass it
Don't skip past it
Ain't no thespian
More like ESPN classic
Pass me the rock
Or pass me the mic
Like a pigskin
Underneath them
Stadium lights
Keep it tight like spiral
Aimed for the kill
My cranium is titanium
So they can't tell
Me that I won't
Cuz I know that I will
And if I do fail
Then I use it to build
Ain't a worse way to lose
Then to give up and choose
To not compete for me
There is no excuse
I'm an all star
Never surrender
I'll starve
Before you see me turn to flee
So don't start
This is what I'm here for
It's gonna be a war
And that means
There's gonna be more
Then some sweat on the floor
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Champion
I'm a champion
Champion, champion
Champion, champion
When I'm a champion
Boy I'm a champion, champion
CHORUS
Deliver ASAP
Artist(s): Brit Fox & Luke Aymon
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Writer(s):
Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50% / Lukas Eamon Selig (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap, Urban Pop
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Bad Bitch, Ballin', Bold, Boss, Braggadocious, City, Cocky, Confident, Dance Club, Driving In Car, Energy, Fast Cars, Fast Living, Flaunting, Hood, Hurry, Hustle, Hustlin', Impatient, Irreverent, Late Night, Night Life, Power, Rush, Streets, Success, Swagga, Swagger, Triumphant, Winner
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Organ, Rhodes Electric Piano, Wood Block, Wurlitzer Electric Piano
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
140
Key:
A♯m/B♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Deliver ASAP
DELIVER ASAP
INTRO
Got got got
What you need
CHORUS
Got what you need got a guarantee
Bet I deliver ASAP (4X)
VERSE 1
Shot up to the top oh whoa
I could be an engine nitro on go
Watch me accelerate never me never late
Ahead of the game even if my foot on the break
Just wait let it sink my friend
Need your energy to match the tempo and the bpm (wait)
Just wait let it sink my friend
Need your energy to match the tempo and the bpm (wait)
Cuz I sting like a bee stay fly so I float
Like butta with the wings one time knock out goat
From sea to sea they see me never quit gotta get to the moment
PRE-CHORUS
We gon get it, we gon get it til the sun comes (6X)
CHORUS
VERSE 2:
Under the spell of my own ether
ride pass the gaslight push through the meter
I got no limit you shouldn't either
Make you understand me like a lesson plan
I'm the deepest in the land so underground I swim in aquarium
Get it get it get it get it how you live it livid vivid vision be on vivid
No limit to my possibilities I go 'n get it ain't no quit in me
Been a winner since day one
prodigy don't chase em just replace em ASAP
PRE-CHORUS:
Get your countdown on
Get your 321
Get your countdown on
Get your 321
(ASAP)
Get your countdown on
(ASAP)
Get your 321
(Go, go, go!)
(ASAP, ASAP, ASAP)
Get your countdown on
Get your 321
CHORUS
You Gotta Move On
Artist(s): The Axe Grinders (feat. Jodi Valentin)
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Writer(s):
Brendan Holger Nickel (ASCAP) 33.33% / Jodi Lynn Gerver (BMI) 33.34% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 66.67%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
Electro Pop, Female Vocal, Future Pop, Indie Pop, Instrumental
Keywords:
Bold, Building Intensity, Conflicting Emotions, Confusion, Cool, Dramatic, Dynamic, Emotional, Energetic, Exciting, Frustration, Gentle, Huge, Indecision, Insecure, Internal Struggle, Leave Behind, Mood Shift, Moving Forward, Positive Feel, Pushing Through, Relationship Problems, Struggle, Time Passing
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Synth
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
140
Key:
A♯m/B♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
You Gotta Move On
YOU GOTTA MOVE ON
VERSE 1
Oh I know babe, you're tired
Of never knowing where I stand
Hanging on by the wire
Wondering if I give a damn
PRE-CHORUS
I keep changing my mind
Indecision all the time
Going from dark skies to sunlight
Yeah you give and I take
Yeah you bend
Until you nearly break down
CHORUS 1
Swinging from the chandelier
You gotta move on
The only way down from here
You gotta move on
Swinging from the chandelier
You gotta move on
The only way down from here
You gotta move on
You gotta move on
VERSE 2
Oh I know babe you're tired
Of never knowing where I've been
Staying up all night inquiring
Am I out with him or friends
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS 2
Swinging from the chandelier
You gotta move on
(You gotta move on)
The only way down from here
You gotta move on
(You gotta move on)
Swinging from the chandelier
You gotta move on
(You gotta move on)
The only way down from here
You gotta move on
(You gotta move on)
BRIDGE
You gotta move on before you fall apart
Come crashing down with a bruised and broken heart
You gotta move on
Yeah, you gotta move on
(You gotta move on
Yeah, you gotta move on)
You gotta move on before you can't turn back
Forever hurt by a love you never had
You gotta move on
Yeah you gotta move on
CHORUS 3
Swinging from the chandelier
You gotta move on
The only way down from here
You gotta move on
Swinging from the chandelier
You gotta move on
(You gotta move on)
The only way down from here
You gotta move on
(You gotta move on)
You gotta move on
You gotta move on
Swinging from the chandelier
The only way down from here
You gotta move on
Gossip
Artist(s): Haoyue Kuang
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Writer(s):
Haoyue Kuang (BMI) 50% / Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Mandopop, Rap, World Hip Hop
Keywords:
Aggressive, Anger, Badass, Blunt, Bold, Brutal, Bully, Chinese Lyrics, Consumerism, Cruel, Dark, Degradation, Disgust, Dishonest, Entertainment, Fake, Fame, Fighting, Greed, Hate, Heavy, Hollywood, Jealous, Justice, Mandarin Lyrics, Mean, Paparazzi, Political, Pretending, Rumors, Self Esteem, Selfishness, Social Commentary, Society, Technology, Tension, Tough
Instruments:
808 Bass, Electric Guitar, Electronic Drums, SFX, Synth
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
97
Language:
Chinese
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Gossip
八卦 (ORIGINAL MANDARIN) (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
街上墙角边遇见一群蟑螂
围着腐烂的肉 贪婪的模样
抓住谁的丑闻就像疯了一样
用力踩踏 精神失常
键盘侠 游手好闲躲在暗处磨牙
张口闭口 动不动就人设崩塌
用力曝光 别人痛的伤疤
狼吞虎咽 满嘴八卦
Magazine
手机上面各色各样APP
随便点击免费的素人AV
三角恋 谁和谁的血缘关系
跟你有什么关系
CHORUS
卑鄙龌龊的东西* (4X)
VERSE 2
标题党 售卖明星抗衰老的秘密
无中生有 抹黑别人关系
一点小事 动不动就撕逼
没有别的词汇张口只会乱骂傻逼*
BRIDGE
谁是傻逼* (3X)
Look into the mirror you'll see
VERSE 3
趁早放下自封的正义
看清那些颠倒是非的媒体
网路世界 贩卖的恶意
你要学会分辨真假的消息
为了炒作发明的恋爱关系
一面曝光整容 一面批判身体
说到底 消费的是你的失意
消费的是你的妒忌
围观死者不忘拿出你的手机
装出一连痛惜 唉声叹气
有的人连自杀都会给人带来收益
Ugh 不可思议
拼命挖掘小道消息
捕风捉影 说话没有证据
忙着踩低别人妄想抬高自己
忙着踩低别人妄想抬高自己
CHORUS (2X)
______________________________________________
GOSSIP (ENGLISH TRANSLATION) (EXPLICIT)
VERSES 1
Met a bunch of roaches on the corner of the street
They're surrounding a piece of rotting meat, looking greedy
Some people lose their minds when they catch a bit of scandal
They'd then stomp and kick, as if going crazy
Keyboard warriors, they sit around in the dark, grinding their teeth
Casually throwing phrases like "That's so out of his character!"
Exposing other people's scars with all their efforts
Gobbling down mouthful of gossips
Magazine
Various apps on your phone
Few clicks away from free amateur porn
Love triangle, blood relations between so and so
What does it have to do with you?
CHORUS
Disgusting pieces of filth (4X)
VERSE 2
Eye-catching titles, selling beauty secrets of super stars
Making up stories, smearing people's good names
Stirring problems and picking fights over nothing
Don't have enough vocabulary, so all you got is "stupid cunt"
BRIDGE
Who's the stupid cunt (3X)
Look into the mirror you'll see
VERSE 3
Drop your self-proclaimed justice already
Open your eyes to the truth twisting media
Malice sells in the internet world
You gotta learn to tell between what's true and what's false
The love relationships invented for promotional purposes
On one hand criticizing plastic surgery, on the other criticizing bodies
Bottom line, they're making money with your low self esteem
They are making money with your jealousy
Even looking at the dead, you don't forget to pull out the phone
Pretending to be sorry with a fake sigh
For some people, even their suicide become profitable for others
Ugh, unbelievable
Digging every corner for rumors
Clutching at shadows, speaking without proof
Busy stepping others down so you can lift yourself up
Busy stepping others down so you can lift yourself up
CHORUS (2X)
__________________________________________________
GOSSIP (ENGLISH TRANSLATION) (CLEAN)
VERSES 1
Met a bunch of roaches on the corner of the street
They're surrounding a piece of rotting meat, looking greedy
Some people lose their minds when they catch a bit of scandal
They'd then stomp and kick, as if going crazy
Keyboard warriors, they sit around in the dark, grinding their teeth
Casually throwing phrases like "That's so out of his character!"
Exposing other people's scars with all their efforts
Gobbling down mouthful of gossips
Magazine
Various apps on your phone
Few clicks away from free amateur porn
Love triangle, blood relations between so and so
What does it have to do with you?
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Eye-catching titles, selling beauty secrets of super stars
Making up stories, smearing people's good names
Stirring problems and picking fights over nothing
Don't have enough vocabulary, so all you got is "stupid c***"
BRIDGE
Who's the stupid c*** (3X)
Look into the mirror you'll see
VERSE 3
Drop your self-proclaimed justice already
Open your eyes to the truth twisting media
Malice sells in the internet world
You gotta learn to tell between what's true and what's false
The love relationships invented for promotional purposes
On one hand criticizing plastic surgery, on the other criticizing bodies
Bottom line, they're making money with your low self esteem
They are making money with your jealousy
Even looking at the dead, you don't forget to pull out the phone
Pretending to be sorry with a fake sigh
For some people, even their suicide become profitable for others
Ugh, unbelievable
Digging every corner for rumors
Clutching at shadows, speaking without proof
Busy stepping others down so you can lift yourself up
Busy stepping others down so you can lift yourself up
CHORUS (2X)
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
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
We Won't Be Denied
Artist(s): Al Be
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Writer(s):
Al Newkirk Bryant (BMI) 50% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Battle, Bold, Boss, Competition, Confident, Cool, Determination, Epic, Fighting, Hard Working, Hazy, Inspiration, Motivation, Never Give Up, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persistence, Pounding, Powerful, Rising Above, Smoke, Smokey, Sports, Strength, Swagger, Together, Tough, United
Instruments:
808 Bass, Brass, Drums, Piano, Synth, Theremin, Tubular Bells
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
129
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
We Won't Be Denied
WE WON'T BE DENIED
CHORUS
No matter who's on the other side
We will not divide
On a roll can't break our stride
We won't be denied
None succeed but many have tried
Married to the game made it my bride
Whatever it takes know I'm gon' rid
And I won't stop 'til I'm satisfied/
VERSE 1
We pull up and we let 'em have it
They talking smoke but we don't want the static
Opportunity bet I grab it
Ain't gotta think it's automatic
We flipped the script it's acrobatic
We running thangs so diplomatic
Count it up it's mathematics
My life a movie too cinematic
Winning streak, nowhere near a peak
Quiet when I speak don't wanna hear a peep
We want it all, now we in too deep
We paid our dues and the price was steep
Is your heart still tough when times get rough?
Would you lay it all down? Do you want it bad enough?
When the pressure build up the pipes filled up
When it's all going bad would you give up?
We got it bad and there ain't no cure
You confident but we ain't so sure
Even when intentions pure
Still fall prey to the devil's lure
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Can't break us apart break us apart
Break us apart, break us apart, no
So don't get me started
Get me started, get me started, whoa
You don't wanna test your vest with us
This is big boy talk eat your vegetables
See me I get it jumping on the regular
Phone stay ringing jumping off the cellular (ah)
Wanna know how I do it
But they don't know who I am
When I'm down to my last
How I come back again
They can't believe their own eyes
Rather believe their own lies
I chose to improvise
New low my old highs
I'm headed for it that's no lies
Headfirst like nose dives
Reasons why they do despise
Couldn't tell ya' won't even try
CHORUS (2X)
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
Take It Higher
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
1990s, Dance, Dance Pop, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, B-boy, B-girl, Braggadocious, Bravado, Breakdancing, Cool, Dance Club, Dance Party, Driving Beat, Empowerment, Energetic, Excitement, Funky, Groovy, Hard Working, Hyped Up, Independent, Moving Forward, Overcoming Obstacles, Positive Attitude, Promo, Pumped Up, Quirky, Retro Feel, Rowdy, Swagger, Taking Chances, Taking Control, Throwback Sound
Instruments:
Agogo Bells, DJ Scratches, Drums, Electric Bass, Electric Guitar, Saxophone, Shaker, Trumpet, Vibraslap, Whistle
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
120
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Take It Higher
TAKE IT HIGHER
VERSE 1
Get down, down to business
Dig it, but never ditches
Come get with this, and bear witness
Bite more than you can chew, no limits
Gonna make you move, nothing to lose
Nothing to prove,
Just be enthused, lose yourself
Put the hesitation on the shelf
CHORUS
Let's take it higher, baby
Let's take it higher, baby
Let's take it higher, baby
Let's take it higher, baby
VERSE 2
In a daze, in a maze
On your own path there ain't no race
'Cause I'm, on a wave, go with the flow
Break a leg, getting on with the show
Cuz it don't stop, ain't finished yet
It's getting so hot, ain't breaking a sweat
It's the underdog, I'll take that bet
'Cause I hit them with something they'll never forget
CHORUS
VERSE 3
I don't need to say nothing too bragadocious
See the way I walk, that tell'em who the most is
If you didn't know this, rhythm hypnosis
Put a curve in your back like scoliosis
Lover not a fighter when I strike them poses,
Notice when I let it bubble like sodas,
Let's go, take it to the top
It goes pop, right when the beat drop
CHORUS
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)
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)
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
We're Getting Wild Child
Artist(s): Mockingbird Killers
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Writer(s):
Joshua Coleman (BMI) 50% / Marc David Blackwell (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Blues Rock, Female Vocal, Garage Rock, Indie Rock, Instrumental
Keywords:
Aggressive, Assertive, Attitude, Bar, Bold, Bravado, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Confrontation, Domination, Face Off, Fed Up, Fierce, Fiery, Gritty, Highway, Independent, Loud, Raw, Roadhouse, Rousing, Stubborn, Swagger, Swampy, Tough, Winning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
85
Key:
F
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
We're Getting Wild Child
WE'RE GETTING WILD CHILD
VERSE 1
Better sit up listen,
Cause we made it our mission,
Whoa
You can try but you just can't turn away
VERSE 2
Gonna reach out and grab it
Put the thing in our pocket
Whoa
You know we're here to stay
PRE-CHORUS 1
Because we learned the lesson lesson
No need for second guessin guessin
We're gonna make it gold
Gonna make it show
We've got imagination nation
We got determination nation
Breaking thru the walls
Gonna win it all
CHORUS 1
We're getting wild, child
No opposition
To what we are givin
We're getting wild, child
And getting wilder every day
VERSE 3
Yeah we're done with the silence
Yeah we're not keeping quiet
Whoa
We'll tell the world just what we want to say
VERSE 4
Yeah we ain't holding back now
Yeah ain't takin crap now
Whoa
Gonna push until the top
PRE-CHORUS 2
Don't need no permission mission
To spark an ignition nition
Gonna get it all
Never gonna fall
Gonna cause an earthquake earthquake
Gonna make the ground shake ground shake
We're here to make it happen
We're here to show our passion
CHORUS 1
We're getting wild, child
No opposition
To what we are givin
We're getting wild, child
And getting wilder every day
REFRAIN
Wild child, get wild child
Wild child
Yeah yeah
Wild child, get wild child
Wild child
Yeah yeah
PRE-CHORUS 3
Gonna be courageous rageous
Gonna be outrageous rageous
Gonna see us swagger
Serve it on a platter
Gonna get you turned on
Gonna get our burn on burn on
Everybody's watchin
See their hearts stoppin
CHORUS 1
We're getting wild child
No opposition
To what we are givin
We're getting wild child
And getting wilder every day
CHORUS2
We're getting wild, child
Time to get with us
Cause you won't outwit us
We're getting wild, child
And getting wilder every day
REFRAIN (2X)
It's My World Today
Artist(s): Mockingbird Killers
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Writer(s):
Joshua Coleman (BMI) 50% / Marc David Blackwell (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Rock, Blues Rock, Female Vocal, Garage Rock, Indie Rock, Instrumental
Keywords:
Aggressive, Assertive, Attitude, Bold, Cocky, Confident, Desire, Driving, Empowered, Empowering, Empowerment, Face Off, Female Empowerment, Feminism, Feminist, Fierce, Fiery, Gritty, Intense, Overcoming, Overcoming Obstacles, Overcoming Struggle, Passionate, Perseverance, Persistence, Promo, Raw, Rising Above, Roadhouse, Rousing, Swagger, Tough, Winning, Yearning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Organ, Piano
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
124
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
It's My World Today
IT'S MY WORLD TODAY
VERSE 1
I'm standing up
To those who said that I ain't enough
I'm fighting back
Breaking free of all their traps
And I'm willing to go it alone
PRE-CHORUS
Cause every day I'm getting bolder
Gonna keep pushing on like a soldier
Till this weight falls off my shoulders
Can make this path be my own
CHORUS 1
Cause it's my world
Make it how I want it to
With power and an attitude showin
Yeah It's my world
There's no one who can stand in my way
Cause it's my world today
VERSE 2
You see it's time
Time for me to do more than try
I'm getting strong
Strong to make my life what I want
Instead of listening to everyone else
CHORUS 2
Cause it's my world
Make it how I want it to
With power and an attitude showin
It's my world
There's no one who can stand in my way
Cause it's my world today
BRIDGE
Cause every day I'm getting bolder
(IT'S MY WORLD)
Gonna keep pushing on like a soldier
(IT'S MY WORLD)
Till this weight falls off my shoulder
Can make this path be my own
Cause every day I see things more clearly
(IT'S MY WORLD)
Hold it to my heart more sincerely
I found what it takes to keep it near me
And I won't let it go
CHORUS 3
Cause it's my world
Make it how I want it to
With power and an attitude showin
It's my world
There's no one who can stand in my way...
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)
The Answers
Artist(s): Tones For Twilight
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Writer(s):
Christian Gerald Lebrun (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Female Vocal, Indie Rock, Instrumental, Punk Rock, Riot Grrrl
Keywords:
Anger, Break Away, Breakup, Confident, Dark, Discovery, Disgust, Driving Beat, Emotional Pain, Energetic, Female Empowerment, Heartbroken, Heavy, Hurt, Independent, Learning From Mistakes, Leave Behind, Letting Go, Moving On, Realization, Relationship ending, Rising Above, Secrets, Self Acceptance, Self Assured, Self Esteem
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
Year Recorded:
2004
BPM:
145
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
The Answers
THE ANSWERS
VERSE 1
You made me smile, and washed away the anger
You were like my need to breathe
You gave me doubt, but I'd reach over towers
Just for a chance to be with you
CHORUS 1
I've been there before, done chasing after you
Searching for a retribution
Then I found, I have all the answers
But I'll never tell you, I'll never tell you, not ever
VERSE 2
You freaked me out, and tore my heart to pieces
You could've been of kinder breeds
Lashed out at me, your silver tongue kept soaring
Did I fail? I wonder why?
CHORUS 1
BRIDGE
And I'll never tell you again
CHORUS 3 (X2)
You let me down (You let me down)
But I've got all the answers
I've got the best of worlds now
OUTRO
(And I'll never tell you again)
One Two
Artist(s): ACwavyy
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Writer(s):
Alexander Edward Cassano (BMI) 50% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Action, Against the Odds, Aggressive, Angry, Attitude, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, Champion, Cocky, Combat, Coming Up, Competition, Confident, Cool, Dedication, Determination, Determined, Epic, Fight Back, Fighting Enemies, Game, Hustle, Overcoming, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Struggle, Perseverance, Positive Attitude, Pumped Up, Rising Above, Self Confidence, Sports, Swagger, Triumphant, Upbeat, Victorious, Winning
Instruments:
808 Bass, Brass, Drums, Electric Bass, Flute, Synth, Violins
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
87
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
One Two
ONE TWO
INTRO
Drop it
CHORUS
On a roll Ima go til they drop me (Ima go)
The life we livin' like a program and they watching (the life we livin')
Toe to toe I don't fold for nobody (toe to toe)
My heart is frozen chasing goals we playin hockey (my heart is frozen)
One two bodies hit the ground
One two gotta get it now
One two gotta fight it til the finish
We gone always follow thru and hit like
Lightning in the ending
Hit like lightning
VERSE 1
We throwing punches in bunches
Said that I'ma give it to you know you don't want it
Everybody know I came from nothing to something
Put a little time in Money come in abundance
So ain't no frontin'
You know we got the blueprint we doing it wit a strategy
We shootin' for the moon but I root for the people after me
doing what we do ain't no losing We seen some tragedy
When we got into it they threw everything they had at me
PRE-CHORUS 1
I don't back down I stand up and fight it (2X)
Get the lighter stand on up n ignite it
So bring the fire raise it up when the night hit
You see we strikin'!
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Drop another bomb Ima problem don't even detonate
Kaboom
Me n the crew just stepped in the room
Hit whoever's left soon as they mess up n move
Losing all direction but got perfectionist views
On the road to the riches I get it I hit a bump or two
All these people keep jabbing at me I ain't know what to do
Came up they ain't laughing I'm happy and I been comfortable
Started in the back n my passion put me in front of you
PRE-CHORUS 2
One direction we ain't slowing it down
Karma catchin' up it's going around
Whoever stepping up we throwing em out
Applyin' pressure so they know what we about
CHORUS (2X)
NLY
Artist(s): Zaely
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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, R&B
Keywords:
Aggressive, Anger, Cheaters, Conflict, Dishonest, Done, Enough, Female Empowerment, Frustration, Heartbreak, Independent, It's Over, Leave Behind, Manipulation, Mellow, Moving On, Over It, Questioning, Reflection, Relationship Problems, Relationship ending, Sassy, Smooth, Soulful, Struggles, Taking Control, Tension, Trouble, Unfaithful, Vibey, Washy
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Hand Claps, Piano, SFX, Strings, Synth
Year Recorded:
2017
BPM:
92
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
NLY
N.L.Y (Clean)
INTRO
Have you ever been with a scrub a*s n***a
thought he ran s**t
Made it seem like you were the one doing wrong?
I know how you feel (oh you must think I don't know)
These n****s ain't s**t (oh you must think I don't know)
You do n***a
stupid a*s
(This some Grand s**t)
VERSE 1
Oh you must think I don't know what you did (yeah)
You're playing me for a stupid b***h (oh no)
I gave you all my time
And still you ran those d**n streets (ohhh)
I had you on my mind
But you were in someone else's sheets
I knew I had to kick you off my line
No n***a, no n***a gon waste my time (my time (3x))
You had it coming
Should've known I ain't care (I ain't care)
You had it coming
It's no truth or dare (no truth or dare)
CHORUS 1
N****s like you
N****s like you
always get f****d up
(Get f****d up, f****d up)
N****s like you
N****s like you
Don't have no love
(No love, no love, no love)
N****s like you
N****s like you
always playing games (always playing games yeah)
N****s like you
N****s like you
Stay away from me
VERSE 2
Wack dudes like you (oh no)
Never have a clue (ohh yeah)
About the females y'all encounter
D**n sure worth more than you
You dirty lying a*s n***a
Two timing a*s n***a
We don't have no time for you
That's for anybody just like
I knew I had kick you off my line (off my line)
No n***a, no n***a gon waste my time(my time)
You had it coming
Should've known I ain't care (yeah yeah)
You had it coming
It's no truth or dare (mm mm oohhhh)
Oh ohhh
I don't know why n****s always playing games
Thinking that I won't come ruin everything
I don't know why y'all play those victim ways
Like I won't come round as Casper
Making some s**t shake (mm like I won't)
I don't give a f**k
I'm telling you n****s, I'm telling you now (right now)
I'm telling n****s stop the madness for I f**k up the whole town
Y'all don't know that I am a different whole ballpark (mm ohh)
Play with your smart parts
I'm nothing like you have seen before
Nah you ain't see me before (yeah yeah yeah)
You must be trippin
Thought I won't catch you (oh oh oh)
Get out from my face (oh oh oh)
You're with someone else (oh oh oh)
At other b*****s places (Bada Bada)
Playing games on me (Bada Bada Bada Bada Bada)
Got me going crazy
N***a no
CHORUS (2X)
OUTRO
I knew I had to kick you off my line (off my line)
No n***a no n***a gon' waste my time (my time, my time)
You had it comin', should've know I care (should've know I ain't care)
You had it comin' it's no truth or dare (no truth or dare)
N****s like you
N.L.Y
N****s like you
N.L.Y (ohhh)
_____________________________________
N.L.Y (Explicit)
INTRO
Have you ever been with a scrub ass nigga
Thought he ran shit
Made it seem like you were the one doing wrong?
I know how you feel (oh you must think I don't know)
These niggas ain't shit (oh you must think I don't know) You do nigga
Stupid ass
(This some Grand shit)
VERSE 1
Oh you must think I don't know what you did (yeah)
You're playing me for a stupid bitch (oh no)
I gave you all my time
And still you ran those damn streets (ohhh)
I had you on my mind
But you were in someone else's sheets
I knew I had to kick you off my line
No nigga, no nigga gon waste my time (my time (3x))
You had it coming
Should've known I ain't care (I ain't care)
You had it coming
It's no truth or dare (no truth or dare)
CHORUS 1
Niggas like you
Niggas like you
Always get fucked up
(Get fucked up, fucked up)
Niggas like you
Niggas like you
Don't have no love
(No love, no love, no love)
Niggas like you
Niggas like you
Always playing games (always playing games yeah)
Niggas like you
Niggas like you
Stay away from me
VERSE 2
Wack dudes like you (oh no)
Never have a clue (ohh yeah)
About the females y'all encounter
Damn sure worth more than you
You dirty lying ass nigga
Two-timing ass nigga
We don't have no time for you
That's for anybody just like
I knew I had kick you off my line (off my line)
No nigga gon waste my time(my time)
You had it coming
Should've known I ain't care (yeah yeah)
You had it coming
It's no truth or dare (mm mm ohhh)
I don't know why niggas always playing games
Thinking that I won't come ruin everything
I don't know why y'all play those victim ways
Like I won't come round as Casper
Making some shit shake (mm like I won't)
I don't give a fuck
I'm telling you niggas, I'm telling you now (right now)
I'm telling niggas stop the madness for I fuck up the whole town
Y'all don't know that I am a different whole ballpark (mm ohh)
Play with your smart parts
I'm nothing like you have seen before
Nah you ain't see me before (yeah yeah yeah)
You must be trippin
Thought I won't catch you (oh oh oh)
Get out from my face (oh oh oh)
You're with someone else (oh oh oh)
At other bitches' places (Bada Bada)
Playing games on me (Bada Bada Bada Bada Bada)
Got me going crazy
Nigga no
CHORUS (2X)
OUTRO
I knew I had to kick you off my line (off my line)
No nigga no nigga gon' waste my time (my time, my time)
You had it comin', should've know I ain't care (should've know I ain't care)
You had it comin' it's no truth or dare (no truth or dare)
Niggas like you
N.L.Y
Niggas like you
N.L.Y (ohhh)
Twenty-Four Seven
Artist(s): Mike Sarge
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Writer(s):
Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50% / Michael A. Manning (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Dance Floor, Drive, Energetic, Grinding, Hard Working, Hustle, Hustlin', Hyped Up, Letting Loose, Lively, Motivation, Party Time, Passionate, Perseverance, Persistence, Rowdy, Success, Swagga, Swagger, Upbeat, Wild
Instruments:
Drums, Synth, Synth Bass
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
96
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Twenty-Four Seven
TWENTY-FOUR SEVEN
INTRO
Oh yeah
Nasty
VERSE 1
Hopped out of bed now it's time to go
got my jeans and a white tee
Gotta go grab my new Nikes
nobody else got swag quite like me
Back to the subject, man I gotta keep vibing
Bound to be great with the squad right beside me
If the flow sick, this the truth I'm prescribing
Saying that you better hold up fam we know you lying.
From day one, we've been putting in that work tho
Check your feelings now we knowing that they hurt bro
What we do, yeah we do this on the regular
Laugh at em when talk trash from they cellular
Oh no, they saying it's too hard
The way that we move, they thinkin' it's so odd
The passion and drive man they caught 'em off guard
No sleep but still working, my gawd!
CHORUS
You ain't gotta ask no questions
Can't nobody do it better than we do
You know that we comin' in strong
And you know that we bringing the whole crew.
All day, All Night
This is Twenty-Four Seven
This is Twenty-Four Seven
All day, All Night
This is Twenty-Four Seven
This is Twenty-Four Seven
VERSE 2
Man I gotta get it, Man I get gotta it
I'm striving for the top spot
Man I gotta get it, Man I get gotta it
Made it this far, so I won't stop
Eyes on the prize, and I'm keepin' it in sight tho'
Staying In my lane, ain't no telling where I might go
Callin' me a star, man I gotta let my light show
Flow so cold man I'm thinking that it might snow
Hands in the air now!
If you really bout it now
Hands in the air now!
I know that you got it
When the storm pass, man I gotta stand taller
They say what don't kill ya will always make you stronger
If you're not about the grind, you gotta get to stepping bro
Never will we stop, this is 24/7
CHORUS (2X)
TAG
Twenty-Four
Twenty-Four
Twenty-Four Seven
This is Twenty-Four Seven
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
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