Tracks Similar To Paper Scissors Rock
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
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
Uh Uh
Artist(s): Matisse Tsoy (feat. Vixxen)
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Writer(s):
Joelle Renee Golany (BMI) 50% / Matthew Paul Tsoy (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Attitude, Bad Ass, Bad Bitch, Boss, Chill, Cocky, Confident, Drugs, Empowered, Female Empowerment, Flirty, Flossing, Gun Shots, Guns, Hood, Laid Back, Money, Power, Quarantine, Sexual Overtones, Sexy, Shake, Smoking Weed, Streets, Strutting, Success, Swagga
Instruments:
808 Bass, Electric Guitar, Electronic Drums, Keyboard, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
139
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Uh Uh
UH UH (CLEAN)
CHORUS
You say you gang gang
But how low does your chain hang
You pull that pistol out
You make that s**t go bang bang
Uh uh, uh uh
That s**t go bang bang
You pull that pistol out
You wanna have that dang thang
Uh uh, uh uh
See what you claim mane
You wanna bang bang
You wanna play this game game
Uh uh, uh uh
Let's see that chain hang
You pull that pistol out
You make that s**t go bang bang
VERSE 1
You want me for the fame
And you want me for the money
I guess you're gonna have to wrap around me like a gummy
Yeah, uh yeah I'm d**n yummy
Give me all you got
No you can't take that s**t from me, uh
I'm so hypnotic
Anything I say is honest
Bitch don't act like you forgot it
I'm the realest and the hottest
I be smoking on that product
Yeah that s**t it so erotic, uh
Yeah that's what I need
Ain't that what you wanted, uh
CHORUS
VERSE 2
You ain't even listening
You don't know what you're missing
And my diamonds shining in the light
That s**t it glistening
There ain't no social distancing
And ain't nobody witnessing
What I'm gonna f****n do to get up our conditioning
I push you back
Why don't you lay back on the sofa
We do a little yoga
We call that king cobra, uh
Turn it over
Better prove it like it owes ya
You don't tell me when it's over
Baby do it like I showed ya, uh
CHORUS
__________________________________________
UH UH (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS
You say you gang gang
But how low does your chain hang
You pull that pistol out
You make that shit go bang bang
Uh uh, uh uh
That shit go bang bang
You pull that pistol out
You wanna have that dang thang
Uh uh, uh uh
See what you claim mane
You wanna bang bang
You wanna play this game game
Uh uh, uh uh
Let's see that chain hang
You pull that pistol out
You make that shit go bang bang
VERSE 1
You want me for the fame
And you want me for the money
I guess you're gonna have to wrap around me like a gummy
Yeah, uh yeah I'm damn yummy
Give me all you got
No you can't take that shit from me, uh
I'm so hypnotic
Anything I say is honest
Bitch don't act like you forgot it
I'm the realest and the hottest
I be smoking on that product
Yeah that shit it so erotic, uh
Yeah that's what I need
Ain't that what you wanted, uh
CHORUS
VERSE 2
You ain't even listening
You don't know what you're missing
And my diamonds shining in the light
That shit it glistening
There ain't no social distancing
And ain't nobody witnessing
What I'm gonna fuckin do to get up our conditioning
I push you back
Why don't you lay back on the sofa
We do a little yoga
We call that king cobra, uh
Turn it over
Better prove it like it owes ya
You don't tell me when it's over
Baby do it like I showed ya, uh
CHORUS
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
No Debate
Artist(s): LueMega
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Writer(s):
Jessica S. Ekundare (BMI) 50% / Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Attitude, Bad Bitch, Boss, Bounce, Bravado, Brazen, Cocky, Confidence, Confident, Dominate, Edgy, Flossing, Flossy, Gangsta, Hood, Lean, Money, Power, Raw, Shake, Standing Out, Streets, Style, Success, Swagga
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
87
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
No Debate
NO DEBATE
INTRO
They keep coming for me
They wanna see me fall
But ain't never coming down
VERSE 1
I just tore up your resume
Undesirable candidate
Tried to try me on everything but can't find the time to authenticate
I just caught you on bad day?
Never gonna compare to me
Lies and divisive tactics
Sadly you can't catch me
Any day
Don't wanna
Admit it
You jealous
I get it
The way that
I'm trending
It's hard to
Forget it
I see how you dread it
I'm reigning steady
I been on the top and you can't stand it
I will come down when I'm good and ready
PRE-CHORUS
Let it, let it, let it go
Let it, let it, let it go
Exit out the back door
You tryin' but you can't replace the one and only
No debate
CHORUS (2X)
No debate
No debate
No debate
Dominating no debate
No debate
No debate
No debate
I'm dominating no debate
VERSE 2
Yeah I ain't finished yet
It's only the beginning
Don't see you as a threat
The state of mind of winning
You say name a time and place
You trying but you can't replace
The only and only from the gate
No debate
VERSE 3
Now you know I'm about business
Money long and I manage
Count the commas in my bank account
And one tenth is gone in a minute
And just like anybody
Who's a pillar of society
You will find me at a five star
With some other dignitaries
It's the lifestyle of a maven
Everybody's raving
Saying I'm amazing
And I'm such an inspiration
Yeah
Put all the work I in
So determined
Fire burnin'
Wrist is frozen
In my zone
Yeah I am chosen
And you know it
Ahhhhh
Try to study
Everything about me
But you fail to know and understand
The inner power I embody
Can't find nobody
No carbon copy
You feeling froggy tryna knock me?
Still tryna to stop me?
(Humph)
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS (2X)
Cash Money
Artist(s): Kali J
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Writer(s):
Alan Ivan Puac (BMI) 50% / Kali Janette Arnott (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Attitude, Bad Bitch, Boss, Bounce, Bravado, Brazen, Confidence, Confident, Cool, Edgy, Expensive, Flossing, Flossy, Gangsta, Hood, Ice, Lean, Money, Raw, Shake, Streets, Style, Swagga, Swagger
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
148
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Cash Money
CASH MONEY
CHORUS (2X)
I got the cash the money
Oooh I got the honey
Got the cash the money
Oooh my life so yummy
VERSE 1
I love it raining money it's the back drop
Boys they coming and they coming with they hats off
Cause they know I'm quick to cut it if they back talk
Yes I'm the queen I'm spending green and no I can't stop
PRE-CHORUS
Flip it and I burn it and I spend it like I earn it
And I order bottle service cause I know that I deserve it
And he ask me if I'm free tonight and I say I'm expensive
I've been working hard (woo) and you know I spend it
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Now I see I got them looking at me sideways
They call me bossy cause I like to do it my way
I hustle Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday
But you know I love it cause it's mother-loving payday
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS (4X)
Vibe
Artist(s): Kali J
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Writer(s):
Kali Janette Arnott (BMI) 50% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Aggressive, Attitude, Bad Bitch, Boss, Bounce, Bravado, Brazen, Confidence, Confident, Energetic, Flossing, Flossy, Gangsta, Hood, Lean, Power, Pumped Up, Shake, Streets, Style, Success, Swagga
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Chimes, Drums, SFX, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
81
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Vibe
VIBE (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
Coming atcha with some attitude
Spread the word cause yeah I'm coming through
I got the vibe cause honey issa mood
Like all the time yeah babe you know I do
Like knowing all the lyrics of the song
I feel like could do this all night long
It got me going going on and on
Yeah and I'm feeling like I'm 10 feet tall
So let me hear ya
PRE-CHORUS
Yeah uh huh (uh)
Yeah uh huh (yeah)
Yeah uh huh (uh)
Yeah uh huh (yeah)
(2X)
(Don't kill my vibe)
CHORUS
Issa look
I'm looking fly
I'm feeling good
Don't kill my vibe
(X2)
Vibing
Vibing
Vibing
Don't kill my vibe
(X2)
VERSE 2
Do what I want and do it every day
I got some tricks call me Cirque du Soleil
Cause I'm that chick I always get my way
Don't hate the player baby hate the game
I flip the switch and turn em off and on
You're either on the hunt or on the run
Let's get it going just like donkey Kong
So baby can I get a yeah uh huh
Let me hear you
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
B***h don't kill my vibe
B***h don't kill my vibe
CHORUS
_________________________________
VIBE (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
Coming atcha with some attitude
Spread the word cause yeah I'm coming through
I got the vibe cause honey issa mood
Like all the time yeah babe you know I do
Like knowing all the lyrics of the song
I feel like could do this all night long
It got me going going on and on
Yeah and I'm feeling like I'm 10 feet tall
So let me hear ya
PRE-CHORUS
Yeah uh huh (uh)
Yeah uh huh (yeah)
Yeah uh huh (uh)
Yeah uh huh (yeah)
(2X)
(Don't kill my vibe)
CHORUS
Issa look
I'm looking fly
I'm feeling good
Don't kill my vibe
(X2)
Vibing
Vibing
Vibing
Don't kill my vibe
(X2)
VERSE 2
Do what I want and do it every day
I got some tricks call me Cirque du Soleil
Cause I'm that chick I always get my way
Don't hate the player baby hate the game
I flip the switch and turn em off and on
You're either on the hunt or on the run
Let's get it going just like donkey Kong
So baby can I get a yeah uh huh
Let me hear you
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Bitch don't kill my vibe
Bitch don't kill my vibe
CHORUS
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
Everyday
Artist(s): Krstos (feat. DJ Eristoo & Blaqbone)
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Writer(s):
Christopher Stephen Hicks (ASCAP) 40% / Eric Simiso Khayelihle Phungula (ASCAP) 30% / Vusumndeni Mnikathi (ASCAP) 30%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Future Bass, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alcohol, Attitude, Braggadocious, Club, Cocky, Confident, Control, Cool, Dark, Drinking, Driving, Drugs, Gangster, Getting High, Hood, Hustle, Money, Night Life, Rich, Street, Strength, Success, Swagger, Thug, World Influence, Zulu Language
Instruments:
Bass, Djembe, Drums, Piano, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
74
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Everyday
EVERYDAY (CLEAN)
CHORUS (2X)
I talk about money everyday man
Whiskey on the rocks everyday man
Smoking green leaves everyday man
I pray I pray everyday man (2X)
VERSE 1
I only talk about the moolah
I don't talk about the b*****s
I wanna get rich everyday man
I wanna see my momma happy everyday man
I'm rolling with the rich n****s
I don't talk to the broke n****s
I were gucci everyday man
I look good everyday man
If you bring me trouble
Then I'll give you double
Hey Mr. Barman give me double
I'm a hustler man
They call me boogie man
They call me killer man
I am not a bad man
I am killer man
I'm a controls killer man
I'm a controls killer man.
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Wozala [Come here]
Bambala [hold this],
Sphethimali [we have money], Sphethiyingane [we have girls], Sphethiyihlahla [we have green leaves],
We sipping Hennessy
We are Superstars,
Sishayukotini thulubheke [we wearing fancy clothes watch and learn],
We moving levels sifuni [we need a] bank,
Awthulumbeje ngobaziwala [let's spend all the money cause it's a turn up].
CHORUS (2X)
____________________________
EVERYDAY (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS (2X)
I talk about money everyday man
Whiskey on the rocks everyday man
Smoking green leaves everyday man
I pray I pray everyday man (2X)
VERSE 1
I only talk about the moolah
I don't talk about the bitches
I wanna get rich everyday man
I wanna see my momma happy everyday man
I'm rolling with the rich niggas
I don't talk to the broke niggas
I were gucci everyday man
I look good everyday man
If you bring me trouble
Then I'll give you double
Hey Mr. Barman give me double
I'm a hustler man
They call me boogie man
They call me killer man
I am not a bad man
I am killer man
I'm a controls killer man
I'm a controls killer man.
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Wozala [Come here]
Bambala [hold this],
Sphethimali [we have money], Sphethiyingane [we have girls], Sphethiyihlahla [we have green leaves],
We sipping Hennessy
We are Superstars,
Sishayukotini thulubheke [we wearing fancy clothes watch and learn],
We moving levels sifuni [we need a] bank,
Awthulumbeje ngobaziwala [let's spend all the money cause it's a turn up].
CHORUS (2X)
Bad News
Artist(s): Kali J
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Writer(s):
Alan Ivan Puac (BMI) 50% / Kali Janette Arnott (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Attitude, Bad Bitch, Boss, Bounce, Bravado, Brazen, Confidence, Confident, Edgy, Expensive, Flossing, Flossy, Gangsta, Hood, Ice, Lean, Money, Raunchy, Raw, Shake, Streets, Style, Swagga, Swagger
Instruments:
SFX, Synth Bass, Synth Drums, Synth Shaker
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
186
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Fast/Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Bad News
BAD NEWS
CHORUS
I'm bad news
I'm bad news
Better watch yo self
When I come through
VERSE 1
I'm breaking rules cause
I'm living life on the fast track
I'm stacking bottles and money
Like baby got back
The truth can hurt
When it hits you just like a clap back
You wanna hang but your breaking
Just like a Kit Kat
Looking for some trouble
Ain't never settle for no
I'm a problem I can solve it
Just pack your bags you can go
And the party only starts
When the cops are all getting close
Crossing lines and breaking hearts
And now everyone wanna know like
BRIDGE
Hey baby what's your name
I wanna know your game
Hey baby what your name
I wanna know you game
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I'm living dangerous
Doing it with a straight face
Under the influence
Driving it in the fast lane
You run around with your crowd
And you yelling gang gang
The only shots that I'm shooting
Are going bang bang
Always been a savage with murder
Up on my mind
I've been k own to do some damage
But that's me just killing time
And I don't believe in sorry
Cause nothing is wrong or right
So I never learn my lesson
I'll do it again tonight
CHORUS
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
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
Talk About Me
Artist(s): Omboi (feat. Blaqbone)
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Writer(s):
Christopher Stephen Hicks (ASCAP) 50% / Vusumndeni Mnikathi (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alcohol, Attitude, Braggadocious, Cocky, Confident, Control, Cool, Dark, Driving, Fame, Gangster, Hood, Hustle, Killing, Money, Night Life, Rich, Street, Strength, Success, Swagger, Thug, World Influence
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Piano, Sitar, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
88
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Talk About Me
TALK ABOUT ME (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
Everybody wanna talk about me,
B*****s and n****s want to lie about me,
I am rolling with the n****s that are dope man,
If I kill a n***a you a broke man,
My momma told me I am gonna be rich,
If I kill a n***a you are so stench,
I am gonna buy my girlfriend a Lamborghini,
you gonna buy your girlfriend some bikini
CHORUS
Everywhere I go they talk about me, oh they talk about me yeah
They talk about me, Everybody talk about me yeah
Everywhere I go they talk about me, blah blah blah blah yeah
They talk about me, b*****s and n****s
VERSE 2
They talk about me everyday man,
All this Televised everyday man,
they wanna see me die man eh,
they wanna see my momma cry man eh
they don't know that I know man
they don't know that I stay low
money money money calling me man
moolah moolah moolah calling me man
CHORUS
OUTRO
Oh they talk about me
Everybody talk about me
yeah blah blah blah
b*****s and n****s
__________________________________
TALK ABOUT ME (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
Everybody wanna talk about me,
bitches and niggas want to lie about me,
I am rolling with the niggas that are dope man,
Fuck you nigga you a broke man,
My momma told me I am gonna be rich,
Fuck you nigga you are so stench,
I am gonna buy my girlfriend a Lamborghini,
you gonna buy your girlfriend some bikini
CHORUS
Everywhere I go they talk about me, oh they talk about me yeah
They talk about me, Everybody talk about me yeah
Everywhere I go they talk about me, blah blah blah blah yeah
They talk about me, bitches and negros
VERSE 2
They talk about me everyday man,
All this Televised everyday man,
They wanna see me die man eh,
They wanna see my momma cry man eh
They don't know that I know man
They don't know that I stay low
Money money money calling me
Moolah moolah moolah calling me man
CHORUS
OUTRO
Oh they talk about me
Everybody talk about me
Yeah blah blah blah
Bitches and negros
That Chicc
Artist(s): Kali J
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Writer(s):
Kali Janette Arnott (ASCAP) 50% / Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Urban Alt, Urban Alternative, Urban Pop
Keywords:
Attitude, Bad Bitch, Boss, Bounce, Brazen, Confidence, Confident, Expensive, Explicit Lyrics, Flossing, Flossy, Hood, Ice, Lean, Minimalist, Money, Raunchy, Raw, Sexual Overtones, Shake, Streets, Stripper, Style, Swagga, Swagger
Instruments:
SFX, Synth Bass, Synth Drums, Synth Shaker
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
122
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Fast/Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
That Chicc
THAT CHICC (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
Hold up, I'm always ready for my close up
Don't listen to them (to them) so what
Yeah they can go and kiss my big butt
Cause I be looking fly
PRE-CHORUS
He say he want me cause he liking my style
And he keep coming cause I'm driving him wild
Yeah your man's in my DM's he been for a while
And babe now I'm his favorite number to dial
CHORUS
Cause I'm that chick super thick
So expensive that's my (that's my)
I'm that chick super thick
Got the ice I got the drip
I'm that chick super thick
So expensive that's my (that's my)
I'm that chick super thick
Got the ice I got the drip
I'm that chick
VERSE 2
Hair toss I got an attitude like hot sauce
I keep it spicy don't you back talk
Cause boys they coming with their hats off
They always want some more
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
BRIDGE
I'm that chick (2X)
(Ahh-Oh) I'm that chick (3X)
Ahh-Oh
CHORUS
OUTRO
(Ahh-Oh) I'm that chick (2X)
----------------------------------------
THAT CHICC (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
Hold up, I'm always ready for my close up
Don't listen to them bitches so what
Yeah they can go and kiss my big butt
Cause I be looking fly
PRE-CHORUS
He say he want me cause he liking my style
And he keep coming cause I'm driving him wild
Yeah your man's in my DM's he been for a while
And babe now I'm his favorite number to dial
CHORUS
Cause I'm that chick super thick
So expensive that's my shit
I'm that chick super thick
Got the ice I got the drip
I'm that chick super thick
So expensive that's my shit
I'm that chick super thick
Got the ice I got the drip
I'm that chick
VERSE 2
Hair toss I got an attitude like hot sauce
I keep it spicy don't you back talk
Cause boys they coming with their hats off
They always want some more
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
BRIDGE
I'm that chick (2X)
(Ahh-Oh) I'm that chick (3X)
Ahh-Oh
CHORUS
OUTRO
(Ahh-Oh) I'm that chick (2X)
Like A Diamond
Artist(s): Canary Lei
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 50% / Samuel Lawerence Gaymon Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Attitude, Bad Ass, Bling, Bounce, Cash, Club, Cocky, Confident, Determined, Diamond, Dirty, Drinking, Drugs, Drunk, Empowerment, Gutter, Hard, Hood, Independent, Jewelry, Mean, Money, Party, Pimp, Power, Sassy, Savage, Sexy, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper, Strutting, Swagger, Tough, Twerk
Instruments:
808, Bass, Percussion, Synths
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
92
Key:
A♯m/B♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Like A Diamond
Aye Aye
Like a diamond shining like a diamond everyday
I'm living shining like a diamond
I got a fresh young swag
Haters mad cause I'm working haters mad cause they mad
Hair did nails done everything A1 dudes keep on looking cause I'm all about a lump sum
Canary Imma make y'all love this
Lungs full of gas looking like a blowfish
Only D I'm chasing is diamonds and digits
Walk up in the spot got em looking like who is this
I might smile but I'm far from soft any given Sunday this wig comes off
CHORUS:
I see 'em looking I see em watching
I see 'em hating that's the reason why they plotting
That's why we winning feeling exotic everyday
I'm living shining like a diamond
Like a diamond shining like a diamond
Everyday I'm living shining like a diamond
I got a glow from my head to my high heels
you can tell the way I spit I am so real
I'm all cute you too rowdy please chill all these bottles that we popping big deal
Everyday I wake up for the paper everyday
I wake up I claim another hater
Caramel complexion in the right direction
Everything a go cause I'm all about perfection
You better look cause my body speaks volume
Sexy and sassy yo copy that Roger
CHORUS
I pull up sitting in that big boy big girl balling flexing in a big toy wide body Benz
Don't need friends I just need this money and family till the end
Swag stay dripping don't stop like a faucet had a lot of love but they fake So I lost it push button start voice activate steering Canary must be popping cause canary what they cheering never been to jail but my bars so hard two stepping baby like oh my God
CHORUS
Drop Benjamins
Artist(s): Fancy (feat. Brit Fox)
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Writer(s):
Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50% / Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Ambition, Bad Ass, Cash, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dealer, Determined, Dirty, Drinking, Drive, Drugs, Drunk, Empowerment, Explicit Lyrics, Hard, Independent, Mean, Money, Pimp, Savage, Sexy, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper, Strutting, Swagger, Tough, Twerk, Young
Instruments:
808, Bass, Piano, Synths
BPM:
76
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Drop Benjamins
DROP BENJAMINS (CLEAN)
CHORUS
Drop it, drop it to the ground
Show them you da baddest around
Drop it, drop it to the ground
Show them you da baddest
It's a movement watch I do this
It's a movement how I do this
I be bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, boppin' to the beat
Fanning 100's-Benjamins all over me
VERSE 1
Slide up and down your pipe dream
F*** a solitaire I'm more than a wifey
They say the game and fair and it's all right with me
Just take it to the head just like some Hennessy
Now watch me drop it to the ground let me show you who the baddest
Been past 21, but i've always been a savage
Sent to abolish b*****
I stay sharp you gon' need stitches
Looking good from every angle
Diamonds on me dripping dangles
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Benjamins all over me, put em up, keep em coming.
Throw em up in the air, watch em hit the ground running.
Watch the way that I stunt, shake that as like that.
Like Trina, green palms keep me wet bouncing my back
Get that n**** for his n's, make him put you in a Benz.
Knock them hoes off your throne. B**** I'm here times up you gone.
Daughter of an Al Capone, sprit free you wanna bone
I'm 'gon' write my name in gold, so its always set in stone.
Just so you b****** know, you can not f*** with me.
I just mind my business, sitting pretty, sipping bubbly.
Please come get ya n****, bug a boo, he is hovering.
Like the ground and cement, lil b**** I be covering.
Like whoa now, you aint even have to take it there
See yes I did cuz theres no b**** or n**** I would spare.
I just count my money, get them dollars all the time.
Know the real treasures gotta get to having what is mine
CHORUS
I'm Too Cool
Artist(s): Kali J
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Writer(s):
Kali J Arnott (ASCAP) 50% / Marcus Elliot Cohen (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Future Pop, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Urban, Urban Alternative
Keywords:
Attitude, Bad Bitch, Boss, Bounce, Brazen, Confidence, Confident, Danceable, Empowered, Expensive, Female Empowerment, Flossing, Flossy, Hood, Ice, Lean, Minimalist, Money, Raunchy, Raw, Self Esteem, Streets, Style, Swagga, Swagger
Instruments:
Electronic Drums, SFX, Synth Bass, Synth Shaker, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
111
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I'm Too Cool
I'M TOO COOL
VERSE 1
When I speak they always listen
They wanna know wanna see my vision Never was no competition
Only one me go Mind your business
I do what I want like (my way)
From the back to the front like (OK)
Now I got em love like (hey babe)
Watch him holla holla back like (pay day)
PRE-CHORUS
Big names blowing up on my phone
No help did it all on my own
Can't stop when I'm into my zone
First I break it down then I bring it all home
CHORUS (2X)
I'm to cool for you
I got it in the bag
Yeah I'm to cool for you I got it on demand
VERSE 2
One of these things is not like the other
I'm on a roll you st-st- stutter
I keep it real keep it so one hundred
Cause I'm always gonna do what I wanna
Hit another goal (like touchdown)
You know I got the moves like (wow bounce)
And I take it to the bank like (no doubt)
Cuz I always be first and (last out)
PRE-CHORUS
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
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
Naughty Stripper
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:
Bouncy, Cocky, Cool, Erotic, Flirtacious, Frisky, Money, Nasty, Naughty, Night Club, Party, Provocative, Raunchy, Risque, Seduction, Sexual, Sexy, Strip Club, Swagga, Swagger, Temptation
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Hand Claps, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
102
Key:
A♯m/B♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Naughty Stripper
NAUGHTY STRIPPER (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
Listen...I understand your hustle
You make it look easy, but I'm here supporting the struggle
Whether I'm solo or with a group of my friends
You know what it is the moment I walk in
Make your way to me, grind on my lap
Go make you some quick money, make sure you come right back
The baddest one in here--know you been knowing it
Best part about it, you ain't got a problem showing it
So Drop it, pop it, keep the stage rocking
Whatever you do, baby please don't stop it
The way you make it move, wanna give it a smack
Especially when you bend over and throwback like that
Ready to do something strange for lil bit of change?
I got a wild beast ready to be uncaged
Can't stop envisioning you on top me,
You always keep it poppin in the VIP
CHORUS
Naughty stripper...the kind in my dreams
Naughty in morning, and she naughty in the eve
Naughty stripper...it's really kinda scary
Damn a side piece she the one you wanna marry
Her hips doing things that you wouldn't believe
Shawty love being naughty come be naughty with me
Going hard in the paint if you a big tipper
My favorite kind of girl right here-naughty stripper
VERSE 2
Drawn to the swag, you know I got that bag
You smiling while you dance, cause you like what's in my pants
You don't play games, you bout that money making
Got 'em mesmerized the way you keep things shaking
Dudes start cheering, trying to figure out what happened
Thought it was applause--that's you with that a** clapping
Shake, rattle--love the way you make it roll
Put on a clinic how you work that pole
You know you got him hypnotized by the look in his eyes
Been to the ATM about four or five times
Offering to pay bills and even write you in will
All because your twerk skills are the real damn deal
Naughty, Nasty, man this girl freak
Insist on doing things I can't repeat
Oh you bring the heat, doing tricks for treats
Already looking forward to coming back next week
Naughty Stripper
CHORUS
__________________________
NAUGHTY STRIPPER (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
Listen...I understand your hustle
You make it look easy, but I'm here supporting the struggle
Whether I'm solo or with a group of my friends
You know what it is the moment I walk in
Make your way to me, grind on my lap
Go make you some quick money, make sure you come right back
The baddest one in here--know you been knowing it
Best part about it, you ain't got a problem showing it
So Drop it, pop it, keep the stage rocking
Whatever you do, baby please don't stop it
The way you make it move, wanna give it a smack
Especially when you bend over and throwback like that
Ready to do something strange for lil bit of change?
I got a wild beast ready to be uncaged
Can't stop envisioning you on top me,
You always keep it poppin in the VIP
CHORUS
Naughty stripper...the kind in my dreams
Naughty in morning, and she naughty in the eve
Naughty stripper...it's really kinda scary
Damn a side piece she the one you wanna marry
Her hips doing things that you wouldn't believe
Shawty love being naughty come be naughty with me
Going hard in the paint if you a big tipper
My favorite kind of girl right here-naughty stripper
VERSE 2
Drawn to the swag, you know I got that bag
You smiling while you dance, cause you like what's in my pants
You don't play games, you bout that money making
Got 'em mesmerized the way you keep things shaking
Dudes start cheering, trying to figure out what happened
Thought it was applause--that's you with that ass clapping
Shake, rattle--love the way you make it roll
Put on a clinic how you work that pole
You know you got him hypnotized by the look in his eyes
Been to the ATM about four or five times
Offering to pay bills and even write you in will
All because your twerk skills are the real damn deal
Naughty, Nasty, man this girl freak
Insist on doing things I can't repeat
Oh you bring the heat, doing tricks for treats
Already looking forward to coming back next week
Naughty Stripper
CHORUS
Feel The Power
Artist(s): Brit Fox
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Writer(s):
Alan Ivan Puac (BMI) 33% / Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 34% / Lorenzo Johnson (BMI) 33%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 34% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 66%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Alternative R&B, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Urban Alternative, Urban Pop
Keywords:
Attitude, Bad Bitch, Boss, Bounce, Cocky, Confident, Danceable, Empowered, Expensive, Female Empowerment, Flossing, Flossy, Funky, Hood, Minimalist, Money, Self Confidence, Self Esteem, Streets, Style, Swagga
Instruments:
Drums, Electric Bass, Electric Guitar, Percussion, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
110
Key:
C
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Feel The Power
FEEL THE POWER
CHORUS (2X)
Test 1, 2, 3
Minute by minute, hour by hour
When you get wit me, ain't no limit
You feel the Power
VERSE
My goal to become the mostest
I gotta lotta power, baby
I gotta lotta focus, you'll see
BRIDGE
Boom dynamite, shine your light
Guess this what a pro look like
Boom dynamite, shine your light
Guess this what a pro look like
Boom dynamite (boom dynamite) (2X)
CHORUS (2X)
OUTRO
Test 1, 2, 3
Test 1, 2, 3
Test 1, 2
Test 1, 2
(6X)
Test 1, 2, 3
Test 1, 2
LAST TIME
Test 1, 2, 3
The Realest
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Midwest Rap, Rap, Underground Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Bouncy, Bragging, Bravado, City, Cocky, Confident, Drinking, Druggy, Edgy, Explicit Lyrics, Flossing, Gangsta, Gangster, Gritty, Hood, Intoxicated, Laid Back, Minimalist, Money, Party, Partying, Raw, Street Smart, Streets, Swagger, Thug
Instruments:
Drums, Percussion, Synth Bass
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
80
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
The Realest
THE REALEST (CLEAN)
CHORUS
He the realest
The illest no disputing
He the realest
Got genius runnin thru his double helix
Always give 100 so you feel this
Cuz he the realest
VERSE 1
He the realest
And by he I mean me
I make music that comes through your TV or MP3
My CD is so sick that they call the CDC
Now they quarantined me in my homie SUV
I'm a f***** SOB
P L O T constantly
My melody rock to sleep
Intelligent as I b (be)
I C (see), supplying the ID
IE, for example I'd F your GF put it UP on IG
Been kickin since 83 I'm a OG
All these newbies stealin flows kinda owe me
They on so much codeine, the probably gonna OD
While I sit alone sippin a 4 0 of OE
I kill the lights O F F
Gonna hold the M I C till there's no one left
F L O S S
The best, no BS
Best G O H O M E and spell check
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I'm the realest, the B O S S
I call all O F the S H O T S
Take a trip down to OBX
Then hit the H20 hopin she be DTF
EZ, if she not, she could be my BFF
Drink some E&J and see what it leads to next
She said LOL, I said SMH
Took a jet to MIA for the 2nd date
Never been a second late
Ballin like the NBA
I make all my CPA's sign a NDA so they never say
Got you under watch like I'm the NSA
And esse, better watch your B A C K 'for I spray like MGK
Everybody in the G A M E selling out
Guess that's why I had to F U C K I N spell it out
CHORUS
BRIDGE
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, who the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up, Put your hands up
CHORUS
---------------------------------------------
THE REALEST (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS
He the realest
The illest no disputing
He the realest
Got genius runnin thru his double helix
Always give 100 so you feel this
Cuz he the realest
VERSE 1
He the realest
And by he I mean me
I make music that comes through your TV or MP3
My CD is so sick that they call the CDC
Now they quarantined me in my homie SUV
I'm a fuckin SOB
P L O T constantly
My melody rock to sleep
Intelligent as I b (be)
I C (see), supplying the ID
IE, for example I'd F your GF put it UP on IG
Been kickin since 83 I'm a OG
All these newbies stealin flows kinda owe me
They on so much codine, the probably gonna OD
While I sit alone sippin a 4 0 of OE
I kill the lights O F F
Gonna hold the M I C till there's no one left
F L O S S
The best, no BS
Best G O H O M E and spell check
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I'm the realest, the B O S S
I call all O F the S H O T S
Take a trip down to OBX
Then hit the H20 hopin she be DTF
EZ, if she not, she could be my BFF
Drink some E&J and see what it leads to next
She said LOL, I said SMH
Took a jet to MIA for the 2nd date
Never been a second late
Ballin like the NBA
I make all my CPA's sign a NDA so they never say
Got you under watch like I'm the NSA
And esse, better watch your B A C K 'for I spray like MGK
Everybody in the G A M E selling out
Guess that's why I had to F U C K I N spell it out
CHORUS
BRIDGE
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, who the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up, Put your hands up
CHORUS
Andale
Artist(s): Brit Fox
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Writer(s):
Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50% / Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Ambition, Bad Ass, Bold, Bravado, Cash, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Determined, Drive, Empowerment, Explicit Lyrics, Female Empowerment, Hustlin', Hustling, Independent, Latin Flavor, Mean, Money, Streets, Swagger, Tough, Young
Instruments:
808 Kick, Bass, Drums, Piano
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
68
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Andale
ANDALE
INTRO
I mean everybody be tryna run upon me
But nobody be tryna get the money
Andale andale
VERSE 1
All these coins in my pocket, I don't run outta options
Don't sit next to me if we ain't getting money, this ain't a non-profit
You barely work during your 9 to 5 so of course you frustrated
I grind all night my check reflect that's why you see me dominating
Got curves that will hurt ya don't need his playa ways so I curve em
And he still coming back for more guess that's full circle
It's not a bop til I step on the scene-say you the best but that's yet to be seen
Built to breakthrough, I don't breakdown. Snatch your wig off if you tilt my crown, ho'
CHORUS
Andale, all I do is andale to this money honey ay ay
Try to stop me all I do is andale to this money
VERSE 2
I do it how I do it, don't need to give explanations
I'm the ultimate b**** so of course I give ultimatums
You a maximum bum you chasing minimum wages
I stay on the block, but I ain't out dating you stepped on newspaper, yeah you is outdated
Don't need nan to save me, I'm the one who made me
Put the h-o in hero put you in the er if you f*** up my zeros
Focused on dinero no habla engles when u say hello
Gotta pay to get on my schedule showing off like an expo
CHORUS'
Ay ay all I do is andale to this money
VERSE 3
Jackson John and Benjamin been begging me to entertain
Popping off and popping ass got blue hundreds calling my name
I stay reppin you side stepping own all my s*** you inauthentic, you stay renting
Don't forget to get back your deposit,fine and flawless, stack seamless
Yeah I'm on that Queen s***, bow down before you drown in all this deepness
Blacker the fruit sweeter the juice drenching him like an ocean
With my heels on, chasing checks everyday is a promotion
CHORUS''
Ay ay all I do is andale to this money
You cant stop me all I do is andale to this money
Andale to this money, honey
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
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