Tracks Similar To Done Deal
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
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
Don't Regret It
Artist(s): K.Epps
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Writer(s):
Kyle Epps (BMI) 33% / Michael Vondell Jr Dalton (BMI) 34% / Terrence R Robinson (BMI) 33%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Alcohol, Carefree, City Lights, Cocky, Cool, Danceable, Dirty, Drugs, Drunk, Foggy, Hazy, Late Night, Lewd, Marijuana, Night Life, Party, Risque, Sexual, Swagger
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, SFX, Synth
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
164
Key:
A♯m/B♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Don't Regret It
DON'T REGRET IT (CLEAN)
INTRO
Get it, Get it,
Get it, Get it
Get it, Get it
Drank, Drank
Drank, Drank
Get it, Get it
Get it, Get it
Drank, Drank
Drank, Drank
Get it
Ahhhhhhhhh!
CHORUS
I party too hard Yup I don't regret it.
Taking it too far Yup I don't regret it
The time is now for us to get it and don't regret it.
I woke up hungover in the morning. I don't regret it.
VERSE 1
Woke up this morning, eleven thirty, my clothes are dirty.
Hop in the shower, recoup, prepare for the nightly hour
Fast forward nine pm. We pregaming.
It's 10p.m. we replay it.
Three shots, back to back, that's how we startin jack.
Back to back, three shots, before we even hit the spot.
Eight straight to the face
when we get inside the place.
Going hard at the bar t****** out mardi gras.
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Chocolate chicks at the bar, looking like a candy bar.
All these flavors at the bar looking like a candy store.
At the bar gettin hammered
girls to nail ima Hammer.
Like bowling balls roll up
pass the w*** hold up.
Hold up
I'm ready to get it
I'm ready to get it
I'm ready to get it
I'm ready to win it
I'm ready to get it.
I'm ready to do what I got to do'
to make a winning move.
And the move
is a blast of da juice.
Dat a pack wit a boost.
Where it's at
what it do.
And I'm drinking the booze.
And I'm touching her boobs.
And I'm bout to get loose.
Got nothing to lose.
Only Fun to prove.
Drink a hundred Proof.
CHORUS
VERSE 3
It's on And Poppin'
Ain't no point In stopping O. M.B.
What dat mean? On My Bed.
Oh I see. O. I.C...
three letters, What dat mean?
Own It Cuz
Don't regret it baby we both wavy
Maybe later lady.
mighty mimosas
toast for doing the most Yuh.
Headache on the wake up but everything is kosher.
Headache over heartache
No regrets because we party
wit da purpose to find truth
having fun & being naughty (naughty)
CHORUS
OUTRO
I don't regret it
I don't regret it
I don't regret it
Don't regret it
_______________________________
DON'T REGRET IT (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
Get it, Get it,
Get it, Get it
Get it, Get it
Drank, Drank
Drank, Drank
Get it, Get it
Get it, Get it
Drank, Drank
Drank, Drank
Get it
Ahhhhhhhhh!
CHORUS
I party too hard. Yup I don't regret it.
Taking it too far. Yup I don't regret it
The time is now for us to get it and don't regret it.
I woke up hungover in the morning. I don't regret it.
VERSE 1
Woke up this morning, eleven thirty, my clothes are dirty.
Hop in the shower, recoup, prepare for the nightly hour
Fast forward nine pm. We pregaming.
It's 10p.m. We replay it.
Three shots, back to back, that's how we startin jack.
Back to back, three shots, before we even hit the spot.
Eight straight to the face
when we get inside the place.
Going hard at the bar titties out mardi gras.
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Chocolate chicks at the bar, looking like a candy bar.
All these flavors at the bar looking like a candy store.
At the bar gettin hammered
girls to nail ima hammer.
Like bowling balls roll up
pass the weed hold up.
Hold up
I'm ready to get it
I'm ready to get it
I'm ready to get it
I'm ready to win it
I'm ready to get it.
I'm ready to do what I got to do'
to make a winning move.
And the move
is a blast of da juice.
Dat a pack wit a boost.
Where it's at
what it do.
And I'm drinking the booze.
And I'm touching her boobs.
And I'm bout to get loose.
Got nothing to lose.
Only Fun to prove.
Drink a hundred Proof.
CHORUS
VERSE 3
It's on And Poppin'
Ain't no point In stopping O. M.B.
What dat mean? On My Bed.
Oh I see. O. I.C...
three letters, What dat mean?
Own It Cuz
Don't regret it baby we both wavy
Maybe later lady.
mighty mimosas
toast for doing the most Yuh.
Headache on the wake up but everything is kosher.
Headache over heartache
No regrets because we party
wit da purpose to find truth
having fun and being naughty (naughty)
CHORUS
OUTRO
I don't regret
I don't regret it
I don't regret it
Don't regret it
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
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)
Regardless
Artist(s): Juuuu & Matisse Tsoy & Nate WILL
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Writer(s):
Julian Jaleel Thomas (ASCAP) 30% / Matthew Paul Tsoy (ASCAP) 40% / Nate Williams (BMI) 30%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 70% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 30%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Champion, Cocky, Cool, Dark, Determination, Drugs, Flossing, Focused, Grinding, Gritty, Laid Back, Money, Motivation, Overcoming Struggle, Proud, Rising Above, Showing Off, Standing Out, Strong, Success, Swagger, Tough, Winning, Winning Attitude
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Electric Piano, Nylon String Guitar
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
80
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Regardless
REGARDLESS (CLEAN)
INTRO
Ayo
I'm an introvert, but with us it's a party though
I can't tell you what I'm tryna do, lil n***a you gon' have to wait
Wait for it
Ay (Ay)
Yuh, yuh (let's go)
CHORUS
Grind time (woo)
I'ma get it (yuh)
All mine (ay)
To the finish (woo)
I don't quit (yah)
I be winning (that true, that true, yeah)
I ain't (hey) worried (whoa)
Bout these (hey huh) n****s (what's the word)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
VERSE 1
(Yo)
I ain't worried bout nada, nada
Now a n***a causing me a problem, ooh (nuh uh)
I'ma worry bout dollars, taking care of me and my lil mama, ooh (uh)
I'm out in the Bahamas
Mojito swallows, button-up styling, ooh (skrrt)
I'm copping the property
Life lately like the game Monopoly, ooh (sheesh)
Queso (ay)
I got the chips and I'm putting 'em in the right place (place)
If it's a gamble, I'll throw the whole handful
I learned all my lessons from early mistakes (stakes)
I been out grinding and timing is everything
Dawg you can tell I ain't taking no breaks (breaks)
Think I'm a baker, I'm making this cake (cake)
And my lady thicc like a protein shake (okay)
Listen
I'm just investing mine
See? gon' be good from the jump (jump)
Ain't nothing fake, but I'm good with the pump (bang)
All of these bums that are fighting for crumbs (dang)
I feel like Neo cuz I been The One (yo)
Your life like Keto, you trying to beef? (what)
You talking ish, but I didn't see (what)
Cuz she doing me, and I'm doing me, ay (chuh)
CHORUS
VERSE 2
(Ay, Juuuu)
I can't tell ya what I'm tryna do, lil n***a
You gon' have to wait for it (wait, wait for it)
I ain't even in the race, floor it
Mama say I need to brake more (brake more)
Round here death coming early, man
We ain't even have to wait for it (wait for it)
Nowadays I don't spray towards
Let 'em live, make 'em hate more (make 'em hate more)
Juuuu and friends coming like we got up out the loony bin (out the loony bin)
Did it once, gon' do again
We in the house, we moving in (Juuuu)
Success up in my head like "Win"
I can't lose again (Juuuu)
Mixing up these tracks with a pen
I'm just maneuvering
Bet you'd sell your soul for a bag
We'll make it over fast
I was stuck in hell 'round rocks
Never took boulder class
Holding all this weight on my shoulders
That's why they going bad
But never throw the flag
B****, the struggle, we was over that (over that)
Once you burn the bridge, then it's over
Can't rewind it back (can't rewind it back)
Your timing weak
Your time I lap
I geek her up, don't write her back (I don't write her back)
Back up on my s**t like I had to get my writer back (had to get my writer back)
Pocketing this fire, no you cannot get your lighter back (cannot get your lighter back)
Got no time for drama
Concentrated on this centerfold (on that centerfold)
Can't feed everybody
Now you look like where your dinner go? (where your dinner go)
I was born a sinner but my momma raised a winner (with a winning soul)
So kill em, make em feel it slow
They say it's dope, but peeling soap
Oh
What's the word (what's the word)
We was only good on the first and the third (we on all that good)
So once I got some money you just knew I was gon' splurge, s**t (I'ma splurge)
Ain't with that bulls**t
We put it to the curb (to the curb)
____________________________________
REGARDLESS (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
Ayo
I'm an introvert, but with us it's a party though
I can't tell you what I'm tryna do, lil nigga you gon' have to wait
Wait for it
Ay (Ay)
Yuh, yuh
CHORUS
Grind time (woo)
I'ma get it (yuh)
All mine (ay)
To the finish (woo)
I don't quit (yah)
I be winning (that true, that true, yeah)
I ain't (hey) worried (whoa)
Bout these (hey huh) niggas (what's the word nigga)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
VERSE 1
(Yo)
I ain't worried bout nada, nada
Now a nigga causing me a problem, ooh (nuh uh)
I'ma worry bout dollars, taking care of me and my lil mama, ooh (uh)
I'm out in the Bahamas
Mojito swallows, button-up styling, ooh (skrrt)
I'm copping the property
Life lately like the game Monopoly, ooh (sheesh)
Queso (ay)
I got the chips and I'm putting 'em in the right place (place)
If it's a gamble, I'll throw the whole handful
I learned all my lessons from early mistakes (stakes)
I been out grinding and timing is everything
Dawg you can tell I ain't taking no breaks (breaks)
Think I'm a baker, I'm making this cake (cake)
And my lady thicc like a protein shake (okay)
Listen
I'm just investing mine
See? gon' be good from the jump (jump)
Ain't nothing fake, but I'm good with the pump (bang)
All of these bums that are fighting for crumbs (dang)
I feel like Neo cuz I been The One (yo)
Your life like Keto, you trying to beef? (what)
You talking shit, but I didn't see (what)
Cuz she doing me, and I'm doing me, ay (chuh)
CHORUS
VERSE 2
(Ay, Juuuu)
I can't tell ya what I'm tryna do, lil nigga
You gon' have to wait for it (wait, wait for it)
I ain't even in the race, floor it
Mama say I need to brake more (brake more)
Round here death coming early, man
We ain't even have to wait for it (wait for it)
Nowadays I don't spray towards
Let 'em live, make 'em hate more (make 'em hate more)
Juuuu and friends coming like we got up out the loony bin (out the loony bin)
Did it once, gon' do again
We in the house, we moving in (Juuuu bitch)
Success up in my head like "Win"
I can't lose again (Juuuu bitch)
Mixing up these tracks with a pen
I'm just maneuvering
Bet you'd sell your soul for a bag
We'll make it over fast
I was stuck in hell 'round rocks
Never took boulder class
Holding all this weight on my shoulders
That's why they going bad
But never throw the flag
Bitch, the struggle, we was over that (over that)
Once you burn the bridge, then it's over
Can't rewind it back (can't rewind it back)
Your timing weak
Your time I lap
I geek her up, don't write her back (I don't write her back)
Back up on my shit like I had to get my writer back (had to get my writer back)
Pocketing this fire, no you cannot get your lighter back (cannot get your lighter back)
Got no time for drama
Concentrated on this centerfold (on that centerfold)
Can't feed everybody
Now you look like where your dinner go? (where your dinner go)
I was born a sinner but my momma raised a winner (with a winning soul)
So kill em, make em feel it slow
They say it's dope, but peeling soap
Oh
What's the word (what's the word nigga)
We was only good on the first and the third (we on all that good)
So once I got some money you just knew I was gon' splurge, shit (I'ma splurge nigga)
Ain't with that bullshit
We put it to the curb (to the curb nigga)
Gee
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:
Aggressive, Change, Cocky, Empowered, Grinding, Gritty, Hard Working, Independent, Inspired, Money, Motivated, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Struggle, Perseverance, Persistence, Resilience, Rising Above, Self Assured, Self Esteem, Sports, Strength, Success, Swagger, Taking Chances, Tension, Winning
Instruments:
Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
120
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Gee
GEE (CLEAN)
INTRO
What else, what else, Act like you know it, Grand
What you want what you need
Imma put in work like it's a breeze
CHORUS 1
What you want, what you need
Imma put in work, Like it's a breeze
If I don't make this work, That s*** on me
But I always finish first, I'm in the lead who f**** with me
Gee
Who f*****g with me?
R
Who f*****g with me?
A
Who f*****g with me?
N
Who f*****g with me?
D
Who f*****g with me?
Gee
Who f*****g with me?
R
Who f*****g with me?
A
Who f*****g with me?
N
VERSE 1
Never forget yourself everything is connected from spiritual to your health
Happiness equals wealth a dynasty in itself
I'm grateful for all my failures it only gave me some help
Only led me to lead
In times when I was hanging by a thread
I was thinking in them moments that I'm better off dead than believe
Something could really change like receiving what was left after a purchase that was made
But it can you need faith and inspiration not people to weigh you down
Moments you help them out still step on you like a mound
But from the bottom we rise like the undertaker
Since 15 I ran it like I played with the Florida gators
Or half man or half amazing I'm that grand
Got to do what I can, can't depend on any man
The past only knows where you been it don't change who you is
Tomorrow isn't promised you got to go take that risk and live
CHORUS 2
What you want, what you need
Imma put in work, Like it's a breeze
If I don't make this work, That s*** on me
But I always finish first, I'm in the lead who f**** with me
Gee
Who f*****g with me?
R
Who f*****g with me?
A
Who f*****g with me?
N
Who f*****g with me?
D
Who f*****g with me?
Gee
Who f*****g with me?
R
Who f*****g with me?
A
Who f*****g with me?
N
Who f*****g with me?
D
Who f*****g with me?
Gee
Who f*****g with me?
Gee
Who f*****g with me?
___________________________________
GEE (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
What else, what else, Act like you know it, Grand
What you want, what you need
Imma put in work like it's a breeze
That shit on me
That shit on me
CHORUS 1
What you want, what you need
Imma put in work, Like it's a breeze
If I don't make this work, That shit on me
But I always finish first, I'm in the lead who fucking with me
Gee
Who fucking with me?
R
Who fucking with me?
A
Who fucking with me?
N
Who fucking with me?
D
Who fucking with me?
Gee
Who fucking with me?
R
Who fucking with me?
A
Who fucking with me?
N
VERSE 1
Never forget yourself everything is connected from spiritual to your health
Happiness equals wealth a dynasty in itself
I'm grateful for all my failures it only gave me some help
Only led me to lead
In times when I was hanging by a thread
I was thinking in them moments that I'm better off dead than believe
Something could really change like receiving what was left after a purchase that was made
But it can you need faith and inspiration not people to weigh you down
Moments you help them out still step on you like a mound
But from the bottom we rise like the undertaker
Since 15 I ran it like I played with the Florida gators
Or half man or half amazing I'm that grand
Got to do what I can, can't depend on any man
The past only knows where you been it don't change who you is
Tomorrow isn't promised you got to go take that risk and live
CHORUS 2
What you want, what you need
Imma put in work, Like it's a breeze
If I don't make this work, That shit on me
But I always finish first, I'm in the lead who fucking with me
Gee
Who fucking with me?
R
Who fucking with me?
A
Who fucking with me?
N
Who fucking with me?
D
Who fucking with me?
Gee
Who fucking with me?
R
Who fucking with me?
A
Who fucking with me?
N
Who Fucking with me?
D
Who Fucking with me?
Gee
Who Fucking with me?
Gee
Who Fucking with me?
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
Stupid Busy
Artist(s): ACwavyy
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Writer(s):
Alan Ivan Puac (BMI) 50% / Alexander Edward Cassano (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Busy, Confident, Cool, Crime, Dark, Determined, Gangster, Hood, Hustle, Money, Motivation, Night Life, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Struggle, Serious, Showing Off, Street, Success, Swagger, Tension, Thug
Instruments:
Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
160
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Stupid Busy
STUPID BUSY
CHORUS (2X)
What they doin wit me
What they doin wit me
Back to back exotic cars when we move through the city
Been on the run for way to long they wonder who can get him
See how I'm coming game is on I'm gettin stupid busy
VERSE 1
I been patient tired of waiting ain't no time for wasting
Wake up early In the morning and my mind is racin
My mistake I'm tryna be great but I'm still dodging cases
Been working overtime in know it's mine so stop the hatin
Pay attention take a listen no escapin prison.
The way we livin game I give I'm tryna make a difference
See it's a shame u make a name then people fakin friendships
I ain't crying gimme mine that's right I came to get it
We don't stop for nothin busy bee I got it buzzin
Them heavy pockets coming clean like I can mop or something
Let's get the top I want it when are y'all gone stop the Huntin
End up in a box or something just because u got some money
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Been floodin neighborhoods so long we never see a drought
There not a square up in my circle gotta keep em out
Just leave em out we grab the keys and pull the Beamer out
No reachin out We got the water get the leaches out
Now I'm invested got the method see what I been blessed with
We all been tested got thru stress so now we got a message
They wonder who applyin pressure now it's not a question
They say that blind gone lead the blind but us we got Perspective
Been tryna shine the light.
I'm tryna shine it bright
I gotta fight tonight
They tellin me my timings right
Been tryna shine the light.
I'm tryna shine it bright
I gotta fight tonight
They tellin me my timings right
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE
There's repercussion to ya actions Gotta make it happen.
Time ain't waiting for nobody hate it wit a passion.
I took a trip and had to pray that I can make it back in
I ain't slipping for nobody cuz I make the traction
CHORUS (2X)
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
Right Now
Artist(s): Tay F. 3rd
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Writer(s):
Deonte Kim (BMI) 50% / Ty Frankel (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Reality TV
Keywords:
After Party, Alley, Bling, Boisterous, Bottle Service, Brash, Club, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Dance Floor, Explicit Lyrics, Fun, Funny, Girls, Good Time, Grinding, LA, Late Night, Limousine, Models, Money, Party, Ratchet, Rousing, Rowdy, Street, Swag, Swagger, Tough, Trouble, VIP
Instruments:
Bass, Bells, Drums, Percussion, Synth
BPM:
93
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Right Now
I'm about to buy me a whip
Cause I remember sittin' on the bench
I remember I remember when I didn't have s***
Every weed sack I bought for somebody getting pinched
Couldn't pay my rent now that's just a day spent
Diamonds in my chains make you do an Asian squint
Jack Chan I stunt
Ooooo she old news last month
True we didn't wear those much
Only thing we could afford was some Dickies and some Chucks
Now its Ferragamo belts, new shoes in my shelf
God my favorite artist ever cause he made myself
Imma master pieces, Mona Lisa is jealous
If we was alive the same time I would of hit and left her
I said I'm really fly right now
Really feeling like the guy right now
My arrogance is really high right now
And if you got a problem you can try right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now
I said I'm feeling like the guy right now
My arrogance is really high right now
I said I'm really feeling fly right
I think I'm too good off myself
Spend my money myself
I don't need no help
Money money get a dollar spend it quick
Threezy Threezy never broke bets believe I got the fix
Believe I got the chicks, believe I got the piff
Believe I got the chips but if you ain't drop 5 then you not hitting shit
I said I'm confident and cocky and I'm all of the above
Stay higher than a dove that's rolled up a dub
I roll to the club picking out who I want
All i said is my name bets believe she gon' f***
Like a vacuum she suck, tell her get away
Your girlfriend front row yelling for a give away
High key your girlfriend wanna get at Tay
She better try out cause I'm living like eliminate
Any opposition on mommas I'll eliminate
Think I got a sweet tooth how I'm getting cake
Ohhh you think I had fetish how I'm getting weight
But I'm talking money n nothing here bummy
No Surprise
Artist(s): The Axe Grinders (feat. Terrell Burt)
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Writer(s):
Brendan Holger Nickel (ASCAP) 33% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 33% / Terrell Lamon Burt (BMI) 34%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 67%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Chill, City, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Cool, Determination, Focused, Hazy, Heavy Bass, Heavy Guitar, Hyped Up, Motivated, Perseverance, Persistence, Pumped Up, Ready, Smooth, Success, Swagger, Winning Spirit
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Flute, Piano
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
146
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
No Surprise
NO SURPRISE
VERSE 1
Ay
(skrt skrt skrt skrt, come on, come on)
Whipping the foreign (foreign)
Making it rain
All day and it's pouring (pouring)
The city is mine (mine)
I run it so hard
I'm winning and soaring (winning and soaring)
Don't throw any shots (oh)
I'm changing the game, steadily morphing
Shooting go off like warnings
If I see an opp
He getting exposed
He getting contorted
PRE-CHORUS
Did some things that I'm not proud of
The streets on lock
That's foul love
A simp
If not you'll see me with the gloves (see me)
I talk reckless
But I back it up
You pop off, it's really bluff
I'm here to change the game because I had enough
CHORUS
When I pull up I'm focused
Haters on edge, they can't even notice
A star like showbiz
I got the juice
A lotta doses
It's the way I win
The way I choose to live my life
I made it when you acted shady
Yeah that's no surprise
When I pull up I'm focused
Haters on edge, they can't even notice
A star like showbiz
I got the juice
A lotta doses
It's the way I shine
Relentless, you can't stop my grind
You can never try to fade me
Yeah that's no surprise
VERSE 2
Pull up in the baddest (skrt)
Hood certified
My name is established (oh yeah)
Was staying real ratchet
Couldn't kick habits
Now I'm living so lavish (so lavish)
Came from the slums
Brought me some pain
It made me so numb
Second to none
Making some moves
Long way from square one
I never run
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
BRIDGE
I took it all by surprise
I took it all by surprise
No ceilings
Cause my limit is the sky
Haters watch me soar and you can watch me fly
I took it all by surprise (took it, took it, took it, took it)
I took it all by surprise (oh yeah)
No ceilings
Cause my limit is the sky
Haters watch me soar and you can watch me fly
CHORUS
Eating My Money
Artist(s): Marco Thomas
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Writer(s):
Marco MRC Thomas (GEMA) 100%
Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Badass, Boss, City, Cocky, Cool, Dark, Drinking, Heavy Bass, Late Night, Lewd, Money, Night Club, Night Life, Stripper, Success, Swagger
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Body Percussion, Strings, Synth, Synth Bass, Vocoder
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
135
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Eating My Money
Eating My Money (CLEAN)
INTRO
Ice cold, imma burning my stacks, Getting this fire into my tracks,
Packing the mill, getting some pills, Taking the trip, this is it,
I got too much money on my bank, (too much money)
Credit card is dripping, girls always stripping. (woo)
VERSE 1
Cuz they smelling my wealth, got more gold than Michael Phelps (easy)
You can see the diamonds very clearly, premium quality,
Got the Cuban like Bill, put it into some Lewinsky,
While I'm spilling Hennessy and Whiskey (risky risky).
I'm sick of all that b***s***, money comes, money goes,
But there comes more than goes, steady flowing into my pockets,
Inviting pickpockets living in my house, paying them money,
To stealing my money, b**** ain't funny (b**** ain't funny).
PRE-CHORUS (2X)
Chilling on the couch, drinking 40-ounce,
Giving hotties p*****, see my homies bounce,
(bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
Order another round, laying on the ground,
Drink another stout, see the p***** bounce
(bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
CHORUS (2X)
Bounce back, filling the tank
Throwing the stacks, burning my money,
Serving the plates, they eating my money,
Ratatatat, shooting with Money
Oh s***, killing the bank,
Loading the gat, again and again,
(Bounce back, now bounce back,
Eating my money)
VERSE 2
Life ain't a b****, money is a b****
Let's do a gangbang and p**** her hard,
Management too smart, money avalanche
Ranch neverland, play money (play money),
Always second chance boring (boring)
I don't want more, got enough of all that crap,
Escaping with my jet, escaping with my yacht,
Can't stop, won't stop, Benjamin is always finding me
MIA CIA, I'm the prey,
PRE-CHORUS (2X)
CHORUS (2X)
OUTRO (2X)
Baby bounce back, now bounce bounce
Baby bounce, baby bounce back
Now bounce bounce (They're eating my money!)
Baby bounce back, now bounce bounce
Baby bounce, baby bounce back
Now bounce bounce (Eating my money!)
_________________________________
Eating My Money (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
Ice cold, imma burning my stacks, Getting this fire into my tracks,
Packing the mill, getting some pills, Taking the trip, this is it,
I got too much money on my bank, (too much money)
Credit card's dripping, girls always stripping. (woo)
VERSE 1
Cuz they smelling my wealth, got more gold than Michael Phelps (easy)
You can see the diamonds very clearly, premium quality,
Got the Cuban like Bill, put it into some Lewinsky,
While I'm spilling Hennessy and Whiskey (risky risky).
I'm sick of all that bullshit, money comes, money goes,
But there comes more than goes, steady flowing into my pockets,
Inviting pickpockets living in my house, paying them money,
To stealing my money, bitch ain't funny (bitch ain't funny).
PRE-CHORUS (2X)
Chilling on the couch, drinking 40-ounce,
Giving hotties pounds, see my homies bounce,
(bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
Order another round, laying on the ground,
Drink another stout, see the pussies bounce
(bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
CHORUS (2X)
Bounce back, filling the tank
Throwing the stacks, burning my money,
Serving the plates, they eating my money,
Ratatatat, shooting with Money
Oh shit, killing the bank,
Loading the gat, again and again,
(Bounce back, now bounce back,
Eating my money)
VERSE 2
Life ain't a bitch, money is a bitch
Let's do a gangbang and pound her hard,
Management too smart, money avalanche
Ranch neverland, play money (play money),
Always second chance boring (boring)
I don't want more, got enough of all that crap,
Escaping with my jet, escaping with my yacht,
Can't stop, won't stop, Benjamin is always finding me
MIA, CIA, I'm the prey,
PRE-CHORUS (2X)
CHORUS (2X)
OUTRO (2X)
Baby bounce back, now bounce bounce
Baby bounce, baby bounce back
Now bounce bounce (They're eating my money!)
Baby bounce back, now bounce bounce
Baby bounce, baby bounce back
Now bounce bounce (Eating my money!)
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)
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
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
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
Land Of The Gritty
Artist(s): Boom Doggottie
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Publisher(s):
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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)
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
We Made It
Artist(s): K.Epps
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Writer(s):
Kyle Epps (BMI) 33% / Michael Vondell Jr Dalton (BMI) 34% / Terrence R Robinson (BMI) 33%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Achievement, Celebration, Contemplative, Dedicated, Deep Thought, Dramatic, Focused, Happy Ending, Hard Work, Heavy Bass, Introspective, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persistence, Positive, Powerful, Pushing Through, Rising Above, Success, Triumph, Washy, Winning
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Hand Claps, Piano, Synth
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
168
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
We Made It
WE MADE IT
INTRO
And we made it (yeah we made it)
And we made it (yeah we made it)
It's been a long time coming, it has
It's been a long time coming, but we here
And we made it (yeah we made it)
And we made it (yeah we made it)
Yeah we did
CHORUS
It's been a long time coming, but WE MADE IT.
Kept pushing through the hardships, but WE MADE IT
This ain't luck we put in work.
WE FINALLY MADE IT
We finally MADE IT
We finally MADE IT
Yea WE MADE IT.
Waitin' on this moment for years and WE MADE IT.
Road was rough, we made it work
WE FINALLY MADE IT.
This ain't luck. We put in work. WE FINALLY MADE IT
We finally MADE IT
We finally MADE IT
Yea WE MADE IT.
VERSE 1
We are the creators, cuz we made it.
Took nothing made it something now we favorites.
Consistent for four years straight, that's how you graduate.
Double dat, dats eight, dats how you become great.
Pastry pockets, that's cake
You can see the hate,
In people's face,
When they look your way.
Ha, but that's OK.
Cuz we made it hoopin' here, honestly.
Honestly it's lookin' like another time to graduate.
Level UP,
We just keep climbin' like some monkeys bruh.
Going bananas we got it wrapped like bandanas.
Successfully sittin' down and haters can't stand US.
Meditate, praying mantis, steady advancing.
CHORUS
VERSE 2
We made it
We made it
We made it
We made it
We made it.
From stayin' persistent, consistent focus concentration.
I'm glad dat we stuck wit it, all it took was dedication.
Believed in the vision that's how we conquered the Frustration.
Defeated defeat, hurdling trials and tribulations.
WE MADE IT
WE MADE IT
All The work we put in was well, well concentrated.
It ain't easy, but it's worth it, purpose paced it.
Wit action, Winners circle, gold-plated.
In our hearts from the start we all waited.
Stay persistent, stay patient.
Look at us now. We all made it.
CHORUS
Welcome To The South
Artist(s): Zone Lo
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Publisher(s):
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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)
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):
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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
More Beastly
Artist(s): Al Be
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Accomplishment, Adrenaline, Aggressive, Angry, Animalistic, Beast, Boss, Cocky, Combat, Competition, Confident, Determination, Driven, Energy, Epic, Fighting Enemies, Hyped Up, Motivated, Powerful, Pressure, Pumped Up, Rising Above, Savage, Sports, Success, Swagger, Tough, Victory, Wild, Winning
Instruments:
808 Bass, Brass, Drums, Shamisen, Xylophone
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
161
Key:
G♯m/A♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
More Beastly
MORE BEASTLY
VERSE 1
Heavy hitters in the lobby
you don't want us on your body
We ain't playing games
But we really bout it bout it
Do you really want this smoke, no
I highly doubt it
Think you can stop me
I think your brain is clouded
If I swing and you get struck
It's gone feel like a truck
When I swing you should duck
I wish you best of luck
But everybody ain't got it like this
Everybody can't swing
and they probably won't miss
CHORUS 1
We're not capping but we snapping
Watch the moves and see it happen
The mind frame of the masters
So fast pictures couldn't capture
Leaving you with fractures
You would rather race the rapture
I'm sumthin' like a savage
More beastly than the average
(More beastly than the average
I'm sumthin' like a savage
More beastly than the average
More beastly than the average)
VERSE 2
So I do what I gotta do
Ride like a rider do
Roll like a tire too
Where I'm from it's die or do
Don't know what you tryna prove
But doing it is the only proof
Seen how they did him
They'll crucify you too
You ain't bout that action,
Picture that with no caption
You can get these two hands
With no clapping
My level you can't match it
I'm meditating and fasting
I'm loving it it's fantastic
How I do it it's magic
CHORUS 2
We're not capping but we snapping
Watch the moves and see it happen
The mind frame of the masters
So fast pictures couldn't capture
Leaving you with fractures
You would rather race the rapture
I'm something like a savage
More beastly than the average
(More beastly, more beastly
More beastly than the average
I'm something like, I'm something like
I'm something like a savage
More beastly, more beastly than the average
More beastly than the average
I'm savage)
BRIDGE (2X)
And no I can't be tamed
I got the top spot now and
No it can't be claimed
And yeah I've changed
Put my back against the wall
Now I can't be blamed
CHORUS 3 (2X)
We're not capping but we snapping
Watch the moves and see it happen
The mind frame of the masters
So fast pictures couldn't capture
Leaving you with fractures
You would rather race the rapture
I'm something like a savage
More beastly than the average
Kung Fu
Artist(s): Mike Sarge
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Accomplishment, Adrenaline, Aggressive, Asian Influence, Chill, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Determination, Driven, Energetic, Fight Back, Fighting, Fighting Enemies, Honor, Hyped Up, Independent, Inspiring, Laid Back, Martial Arts, Motivation, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persistence, Powerful, Pressure, Pumped Up, Success, Swagger, Triumphant, Victorious, Winning Spirit
Instruments:
808 Bass, Bells, Drums, Flute, Koto, Synth
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
148
Key:
G♯m/A♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Kung Fu
KUNG FU
INTRO
Oh yeah, hi-yah!
Uh, yeah
CHORUS
Man I'm comin' with that Ku Fung, Kung Fu (Ha!)
Breaking down my Enemies
You can't drain my energy
Comin' with that Ku Fung, Kung Fu
They want me to fall
but that won't be the end of me
I'm comin' with that Ku Fung, Kung Fu (Ha!)
Breaking down my Enemies
You can't drain my energy
Comin' with that Ku Fung, Kung Fu
They want me to fall
but that won't be the end of me
VERSE 1
Yeah, uh
I'm built for this moment, ain't feeling no pressure
Just like a diamond, bringing the tension
I only get better
Then I stand tall in that in the storm
Wit that goose neck in my form
Was called the chosen since I was born
Got the footwork, I'm the Karate kid
No matter the challenge, ain't scared, imma go body it
Taken down all my foes, check the dragon kick
List of my battles know that I've won, list is immaculate
Look for the fake, and it ain't round me
All that hate, but it ain't round me
Talk that trash, but it ain't about me
If you got beef, then it ain't ground meat
They wanna quit, they tappin out
Now they know what we all about
Blasting off like NASA
They punch, we block much faster
CHORUS
Man I'm comin' with that Ku Fung, Kung Fu (Hi-yah!)
Breaking down my Enemies
You can't drain my energy
Comin' with that Ku Fung, Kung Fu
They want me to fall
but that won't be the end of me
I'm comin' with that Ku Fung, Kung Fu (Hi-yah!)
Breaking down my Enemies
You can't drain my energy
Comin' with that Ku Fung, Kung Fu
They want me to fall
but that won't be the end of me
VERSE 2
Look Energy, Energy, push it up, move around
See a wall, made of bricks, Go ahead, and break it down
Gotta stay focused, even when it's hard
Get a little bit of buzz, infinity and beyond
They wonder how we move like that
How we set the mood like that
Cuz the groove gon smack
But across the map
They look confused by the way I rap
So take a pause for a minute
Don't need a crowd, we independent
Ain't taking no L's, always winning
Family Proud, like I'm Penny
we counter quick with blows that are super damaging
Mulan flow, the way we do it for our family
Bringing honor to land is what we gon do
Come in wit that disrespect and we gon hit you
We gon hit you wit that KUNG FU
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