Tracks Similar To Get Wild
Switchin' Lanes
Artist(s): Wez D. Beats
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Writer(s):
Wesley Devine (IMRO) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Electronic
Subcategories:
EDM, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Trap
Keywords:
Bass Drop, Cityscape, Cool, Excitement, Fancy Car, Flashy, Flexing, Flossy, Fortune, Heavy Bass, Night Life, Party Time, Rave, Success
Instruments:
808 Bass, Bells, Drums, Keyboard, Synth
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
144
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Switchin' Lanes
SWITCHIN' LANES
CHORUS 1
Lamborghini, Maseratis
Lamborghini, Maseratis
Lamborghini, Maseratis
Switchin' lanes, switchin' lanes
Lamborghini, Maseratis
Lamborghini, Maseratis
Switchin' lanes, switchin' lanes
Switch, switchin' lanes
Oh this my hobby
Lamborghini, Maseratis
Lamborghini, Maseratis
Lamborghini, Maseratis
Switchin' lanes, switchin' lanes
Lamborghini, Maseratis
Lamborghini, Maseratis
Switchin' lanes, switchin' lanes
Switch, switchin' lanes
Oh this my hobby
VERSE 1
Maseratis, Maseratis
Oh this my hobby
Maseratis, switch switch
CHORUS 1
VERSE 2
Lamborghini, Maseratis
Switchin' lanes, switchin' lanes
Lamborghini, Maseratis
Switchin' lanes, this my hobby
Oh this my hobby
CHORUS 2
Lamborghini, Maseratis
Lamborghini, Maseratis
Lamborghini, Maseratis
Switchin' lanes, switchin' lanes
Lamborghini, Maseratis
Lamborghini, Maseratis
Switchin' lanes, switchin' lanes
Switch, switchin' lanes
Oh this my hobby
Lamborghini, Maseratis
Switchin' lanes, Oh this my hobby
(Oh this my hobby)
Switchin' lanes, switchin' lanes
Switch, switchin' lanes
Oh this my hobby
OUTRO
(Masseratis)
Switch switch
Oh this my hobby
I Won't Let Go
Artist(s): The Axe Grinders (feat. Aubrey Toone)
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Writer(s):
Aubrey Toone (BMI) 33.34% / Brendan Holger Nickel (ASCAP) 33.33% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 66.67%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
Dance Pop, EDM, Electro Pop, Female Vocal, Future Pop, Instrumental
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Ambient Textures, Bouncy, Danceable, Emotion, Excitement, Fun, Love, New Love, Night Life, Party, Relationships, Romance, Tropical Beat, Upbeat, Washy, Young Love
Instruments:
Drums, Electric Guitar, Synth, Synth Bass
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
100
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Won't Let Go
I WON'T LET GO
VERSE 1
Under tunnels, love flickers
I feel your heartbeat through your sweater.
Hold onto you like it saved my life
Never fallen from quite this high.
I hear you when you whisper
"I could love you for forever"
If we're only young for tonight,
Doesn't matter if I'm right.
Just go with the music I feel in my soul
Trusting when you say "I won't let go"
CHORUS 1
So I won't let go
I won't let go
Yeah I won't let go
I won't let go
I won't let go
I won't let go
I won't let go
I won't let go
VERSE 2
Route 66 like the remix
Don't know where it'll take us
We might be better off running,
But I love adrenaline rushing.
Desert nights, when you're with me,
Taking me from something I should be
To someone I've always been chasing.
Just go with the music I feel in my soul
Trusting when you say "I won't let go"
Because tonight I feel like I have lost all control
I hold on to you and say, "baby I won't let go".
CHORUS 2
So I won't let go
I won't let go
Yeah I won't let go
I won't let go
I won't let go
I won't let go
I won't let go
BRIDGE
Blue sky, same eyes
I could love you for a lifetime
Let's wait another midnight
to go back to our old lives.
It's crazy to think maybe
you and I could be something baby.
Kiss me and don't think twice
Just one more time just
Just go with the music I feel in my soul
Trusting when you say "I won't let go"
Because tonight baby I feel like I've lost all control
So I hold on to you and say, "baby I won't let go".
CHORUS 3
I won't let go
I won't let go
Yeah I won't let go
I won't let go
Yeah I won't let go
I won't let go
Eating My Money
Artist(s): Marco Thomas
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Writer(s):
Marco MRC Thomas (GEMA) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Badass, Boss, City, Cocky, Cool, Dark, Drinking, Heavy Bass, Late Night, Lewd, Money, Night Club, Night Life, Stripper, Success, Swagger
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Body Percussion, Strings, Synth, Synth Bass, Vocoder
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
135
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Eating My Money
Eating My Money (CLEAN)
INTRO
Ice cold, imma burning my stacks, Getting this fire into my tracks,
Packing the mill, getting some pills, Taking the trip, this is it,
I got too much money on my bank, (too much money)
Credit card is dripping, girls always stripping. (woo)
VERSE 1
Cuz they smelling my wealth, got more gold than Michael Phelps (easy)
You can see the diamonds very clearly, premium quality,
Got the Cuban like Bill, put it into some Lewinsky,
While I'm spilling Hennessy and Whiskey (risky risky).
I'm sick of all that b***s***, money comes, money goes,
But there comes more than goes, steady flowing into my pockets,
Inviting pickpockets living in my house, paying them money,
To stealing my money, b**** ain't funny (b**** ain't funny).
PRE-CHORUS (2X)
Chilling on the couch, drinking 40-ounce,
Giving hotties p*****, see my homies bounce,
(bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
Order another round, laying on the ground,
Drink another stout, see the p***** bounce
(bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
CHORUS (2X)
Bounce back, filling the tank
Throwing the stacks, burning my money,
Serving the plates, they eating my money,
Ratatatat, shooting with Money
Oh s***, killing the bank,
Loading the gat, again and again,
(Bounce back, now bounce back,
Eating my money)
VERSE 2
Life ain't a b****, money is a b****
Let's do a gangbang and p**** her hard,
Management too smart, money avalanche
Ranch neverland, play money (play money),
Always second chance boring (boring)
I don't want more, got enough of all that crap,
Escaping with my jet, escaping with my yacht,
Can't stop, won't stop, Benjamin is always finding me
MIA CIA, I'm the prey,
PRE-CHORUS (2X)
CHORUS (2X)
OUTRO (2X)
Baby bounce back, now bounce bounce
Baby bounce, baby bounce back
Now bounce bounce (They're eating my money!)
Baby bounce back, now bounce bounce
Baby bounce, baby bounce back
Now bounce bounce (Eating my money!)
_________________________________
Eating My Money (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
Ice cold, imma burning my stacks, Getting this fire into my tracks,
Packing the mill, getting some pills, Taking the trip, this is it,
I got too much money on my bank, (too much money)
Credit card's dripping, girls always stripping. (woo)
VERSE 1
Cuz they smelling my wealth, got more gold than Michael Phelps (easy)
You can see the diamonds very clearly, premium quality,
Got the Cuban like Bill, put it into some Lewinsky,
While I'm spilling Hennessy and Whiskey (risky risky).
I'm sick of all that bullshit, money comes, money goes,
But there comes more than goes, steady flowing into my pockets,
Inviting pickpockets living in my house, paying them money,
To stealing my money, bitch ain't funny (bitch ain't funny).
PRE-CHORUS (2X)
Chilling on the couch, drinking 40-ounce,
Giving hotties pounds, see my homies bounce,
(bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
Order another round, laying on the ground,
Drink another stout, see the pussies bounce
(bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
CHORUS (2X)
Bounce back, filling the tank
Throwing the stacks, burning my money,
Serving the plates, they eating my money,
Ratatatat, shooting with Money
Oh shit, killing the bank,
Loading the gat, again and again,
(Bounce back, now bounce back,
Eating my money)
VERSE 2
Life ain't a bitch, money is a bitch
Let's do a gangbang and pound her hard,
Management too smart, money avalanche
Ranch neverland, play money (play money),
Always second chance boring (boring)
I don't want more, got enough of all that crap,
Escaping with my jet, escaping with my yacht,
Can't stop, won't stop, Benjamin is always finding me
MIA, CIA, I'm the prey,
PRE-CHORUS (2X)
CHORUS (2X)
OUTRO (2X)
Baby bounce back, now bounce bounce
Baby bounce, baby bounce back
Now bounce bounce (They're eating my money!)
Baby bounce back, now bounce bounce
Baby bounce, baby bounce back
Now bounce bounce (Eating my money!)
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
We Show Up (Let's Go!)
Artist(s): Marc Blackwell
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Writer(s):
Marc David Blackwell (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
Dance Pop, EDM, Indie Pop, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Airy, Breaking Free, Breezy, Carefree, City Lights, Dance Party, Danceable, Determined, Freedom, Fun, Funky, Groovy, Laid Back, Letting Loose, Motivation, Night Club, Overcoming Obstacles, Party Time, Perseverance, Persistence, Positive Attitude, Success, Triumphant, Weekend, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Synth, Synth Bass
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
122
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
We Show Up (Let's Go!)
We Show Up (Let's Go!)
VERSE 1
Bright lights, big city nights,
Yeah we show up, yeah we show up
It's the count down, to the takedown,
Yeah we show up, yeah we show up
PRE-CHORUS 1
Le le le let's go, le le le let's go
Yeah we came to play, we came to slay
Le le le let's go, le le le let's go
Yeah we're here to stay, we'll take it all the way
CHORUS 1
Nah nah na, Nah na na
This is our time, our time to shine
Nah nah na, Nah na na
Never gonna stop, until we reach the top, Let's go!
VERSE 2
Friday night, club life,
Yeah we show up, yeah we show up
It's party time, VIP,
Yeah we show up, yeah we show up
PRE-CHORUS 2
Le le le let's go, le le le let's go
Yeah, we came to dance, get in a trance
Le le le let's go, le le le let's go
Yeah, we came to rave, it's what we crave
Chorus 1
BRIDGE
Ooo Wah, Ooo Wah, Ooo Wah...
CHORUS 2
Nah nah na na, Nah na na
This is our time, our time to shine
Nah nah na na, Nah na na
Dancin' through the fire, it's what we desire
Nah nah na na, Nah na na
This is our time, our time to shine
Nah nah na na, Nah na na,
Never gonna stop, until we reach the top, Let's go!
Welcome To The South
Artist(s): Zone Lo
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Writer(s):
Lorzone Mong Lo (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Badass, Buzzing, Concert, Confident, Cool, Drugs, Echoes, Energy, Heavy Bass, High, Hyped Up, Intoxicated, Laid Back, Letting Loose, Money, Night Club, Party, Performance, Smokey, Smooth, Swagger, Under The Influence
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
135
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Welcome To The South
WELCOME TO THE SOUTH
VERSE 1
Welcome to the South
The sound of the music yeah that's how we get loud
Drumming on wax now beat your jumpman's out
The bass hits your face, ending up on a couch
That's how we do it in the dirty south
CHORUS 1
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, Dirty South (4X)
VERSE 2
Out here chasing paper, try to catch a fade
Wanna flip the script, money three ways
Catch him in them hallways, playing mind games
On the rooftop, catch him man I'm too paid
Yeah, turn em in, we turn you out
They ain't catchin' me slipping, yeah that's how you go out
Yeah flip the bird, end up on a couch
It's a wrap, when we turn it out, in the
CHORUS 1
VERSE 3
Yeah Money makes this money man go round
Hit me with that drummer boy, yeah let's go make that sound
Turn it up, yeah go crazy jump the crowd,
Turn it up, let's go one time let's make it loud
Make it loud, turn it up let's make it loud
Make it loud, turn it up let's make it loud
Yeah yeah yeah, Welcome to the South
CHORUS 2
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
Yeah, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
VERSE 4
Dirty Birdies, playing you hurry
Drop em off at the fifty-yard line and keep em working
No averting, turn the page, flip the perc
Another dot for ya, that's how we keep em working
Jumpin' Loud, jumpin' loud til the crowds go home
Jumpin' loud, tell em how, til the roads is gone
Jumpin' loud, tell em now, yeah we stayin' afloat
Money last til your gassed out, endin' up broke
CHORUS 3
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
Yeah, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
Yeah, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
OUTRO
(Yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
Dirty South
(Oh, yeah)
Dirty South
(yeah oh)
Welcome to the South
(yeah oh)
Porsche
Artist(s): Fancy (feat. Brit Fox)
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Writer(s):
Ashley J Davis (BMI) 50% / Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Bad Bitch, Cars, Confident, Dancing, Drinking, Empowering, Female Empowerment, Fierce, Fiery, Flaunting, Flossy, Hustlin', Hustling, Independent, Late Nght, Luxury, Money, Night Club, Power, Provocative, Rousing, Seductive, Sexual, Slick, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Stylish, Swagger
Instruments:
808 Bass, Bells, Drums, Organ, SFX, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
120
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Porsche
PORSCHE (Clean)
CHORUS
Throw your hands up in the air and
Swing your hips back and forth
Bend it over bust it down and
Make that n***a throw a Porsche
Make that n***a throw a Porsche
Make that n***a throw a Porsche
Bend it over bust it down and
Make that n***a throw a Porsche
VERSE 1
This one for my girls who be working that pole
Take it to the top, pop a split down low,
Shaking that ass for them dividends,
You rocking all the latest trends
I see you keep working, shake that ass
Don't stop twerking, n****s get slick
Got a couple n****s lurking,
Guns on they hips like a military sergeants
And they screaming f**k you pay me,
Getting money, do this daily and
You hating a*s hoes don't phase me
Because it's ya man who pays me
He watch me drop it low and
Shake that ass down to the flo,
He giving me all his mothaf****n dough, and
He always coming back for no more
Aye we putting down payments on a Porsche or Ferrari,
Giving no f***s no sorrys
In V.I.P. so wavy and gnarly,
With a bad b*tch named Ari
Popping big bottles that's what we do,
How the f**k you feeling, we don't have a clue, or
Better yet we don't care
Race me to the money I'll beat you there!
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Shake it like you make him wanna put a ring on it
Make him throw whatever he would actually spend on it
Got him standing at attention, he my mothaf****n soldier and
I keep him up and running like a morning cup of Folgers
Watch me break it down, these n****s love the way I do my dance and
If you wanna conversation n***a better to have them bands
Cuz money is the code that we live by,
Seaside eating shrimp and ribeyes
Diamonds on our fingernails and neck and wrist as well
We fresh just like we've been baptized
Getting big money, put it in all caps,
Hair platinum blonde, like Halle berry on baps,
Swear to god imma put my city on the map,
You give me any beat and I swear I'll snap!
I got it these b*****s know I locked up the game, ain't no doubt about it and
All these n****s that around me, ain't no guessing they all solid
A b***h real bad, got all these n****s eyes popping out they sockets
I'm blasting off into the sky, call me Ms. Johnny Rocket!
CHORUS (2X)
_____________________________________
PORSCHE (Explicit)
CHORUS (2X)
Throw your hands up in the air and
Swing your hips back and forth
Bend it over bust it down and
Make that nigga throw a Porsche
Make that nigga throw a Porsche
Make that nigga throw a Porsche
Bend it over bust it down and
Make that nigga throw a Porsche
VERSE 1
This one for my girls who be working that pole
Take it to the top, pop a split down low,
Shaking that ass for them dividends,
You rocking all the latest trends
I see you keep working, shake that ass
Don't stop twerking, niggas get slick
Got a couple niggas lurking,
Guns on they hips like a military sergeant
And they screaming fuck you pay me,
Getting money, do this daily and
You hating ass hoes don't phase me
Because it's ya man who pays me
He watch me drop it low and
Shake that ass down to the flo,
He giving me all his mothafuckin dough, and
He always coming back for more
Aye, we putting down payments on a Porsche or Ferrari,
Giving no fucks no sorrys
In V.I.P. so wavy and gnarly,
With a bad bitch named Ari
Popping big bottles that's what we do,
How the fuck you feeling, we don't have a clue, or
Better yet we don't care
Race me to the money I'll beat you there!
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Shake it like you make him wanna put a ring on it
Make him throw whatever he would actually spend on it
Got him standing at attention, he my mothafuckin soldier and
I keep him up and running like a morning cup of Folgers
Watch me break it down, these niggas love the way I do my dance and
If you wanna conversation nigga better to have them bands
Cuz money is the code that we live by,
Seaside eating shrimp and ribeyes
Diamonds on our fingernails and neck and wrist as well
We fresh just like we've been baptized
Getting big money, put it in all caps,
Hair platinum blonde, like Halle berry on baps,
Swear to god imma put my city on the map,
You give me any beat and I swear I'll snap!
I got it these bitches know I locked up the game, ain't no doubt about it and
All these niggas that around me, ain't no guessing they all solid
A bitch real bad, got all these niggas eyes popping out they sockets
I'm blasting off into the sky, call me Ms. Johnny Rocket!
CHORUS (2X)
Clean Version
CHORUS
Throw your hands up in the air and swing your hips back and forth
Bend it over bust it down and make
that n*gga throw a Porsche
Make that n*gga throw a Porsche
Make that n*gga throw a Porsche
Bend it over bust it down and make
that n*gga throw a Porsche
This one for my girls who be working that pole
Take it to the top, pop a split down low, shaking that ass for them dividends, you rocking all the latest trends I see you
Keep working, shake that ass don't stop twerking, n*ggas get slick
Got a couple n*ggas lurking, guns on they hips like a military sergeants
And they screaming f*ck you pay me, Getting money, do this daily and you hating *ss hoes don't phase me because it's ya man who pays me
He watch me drop it low and shake that ass down to the flo, he giving me all his mothaf*ckin dough, and he always coming back for no more Aye
We putting down payments on a Porsche or Ferrari, giving no f*cks no sorrys
In V.I.P. So
Wavy and gnarly, with a bad b*tch named Ari
Popping big bottles that's what we do, How the f*ck you feeling, we don't have a clue, or better yet we don't care
Race me to the money I'll beat you there!
CHORUS
Throw your hands up in the air and swing your hips back and forth
Bend it over bust it down and make
that n*gga throw a Porsche
Make that n*gga throw a Porsche
Make that n*gga throw a Porsche
Bend it over bust it down and make
that n*gga throw a Porsche
Shake it like you make him wanna put a ring on it
Make him throw whatever he would actually spend on it
Got him standing at attention, he my mothaf*ckin soldier and I keep him up and running like a morning cup of folgers
Watch me break it down, these n*ggas love the way I do my dance and if you wanna conversation
N*gga better to have them bands
Cuz money is the code that we live by, seaside eating shrimp and ribeyes
Diamonds on our fingernails and neck and wrist as well
We fresh just like we've been baptized
Getting big money, put it in all caps, hair platinum blonde, like Halle berry on baps, Swear to god imma put my city on the map, you give me any beat and I swear I'll snap!
I got it these b*txhes know I locked up the game, ain't no doubt about it and
All these n*ggas that around me, ain't no guessing they all solid
A b*tch real bad, got all these n*ggas eyes popping out they sockets
I'm blasting off into the sky, call me ms. Johnny rocket!
CHORUS
Throw your hands up in the air and swing your hips back and forth
Bend it over bust it down and make
that n*gga throw a Porsche
Make that n*gga throw a Porsche
Make that n*gga throw a Porsche
Bend it over bust it down and make
that n*gga throw a Porsche
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
Go Like Whoa
Artist(s): Kali J
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Writer(s):
Kali Janette Arnott (BMI) 50% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Attitude, Bad Bitch, Boss, Bounce, Bravado, Brazen, Confidence, Confident, Edgy, Flossing, Flossy, Gangsta, Hood, Lean, Power, Raw, Shake, Streets, Style, Success, Swagga, Swagger
Instruments:
808 Bass, Brass, Chimes, Drums, SFX, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
81
Key:
C♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Go Like Whoa
GO LIKE WHOA (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
If you're tryna cross me I'd forget it I'd forget about it
Better learn your place before I go and throw a fit about it
Cause I got the money with me yeah I never leave without it
We are not the same, but babe there's never been a doubt about it
Cause I am the real one and I keep it keep it so one hundred
Yeah my touch is gold I'm in control and so I keep em coming
Got em in the palm of my hand cause I can you know they love it
Just in case you don't understand it's my world I keep it running
CHORUS
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like whoa
(3X)
Yeah I got the yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
VERSE 2
I am at the top and you're not and it's cause I do it different
Yeah you're busy trying to fit with them I say f**k the system
You will never be anything and that's more than my opinion
Yeah I tried to tell you before but them b*****s never listen
Feminine adrenaline yeah I'm practically robotic
Gunning for the dream like a queen and I'm going super sonic
Everybody loving my style and so they try to cop it
But you'll never do it like me and that's me just being honest
CHORUS 2
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like whoa
(3X)
Yeah I got the yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
And I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
And I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
Yeah I got the uh
Whoa Whoa Whoa
BRIDGE
I'd forget about it
I throw a fit about it
I never leave without it
There's never been a doubt about it
I keep it so one hundred
And so I keep em coming
Yeah you know they love it
It's my world I keep it running
CHORUS 3 (2X)
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa whoa whoa
TAG (8x)
Whoa whoa whoa
____________________
GO LIKE WHOA (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
If you're tryna cross me I'd forget it I'd forget about it
Better learn your place before I go and throw a fit about it
Cause I got the money with me yeah I never leave without it
We are not the same, but babe there's never been a doubt about it
Cause I am the real one and I keep it keep it so one hundred
Yeah my touch is gold I'm in control and so I keep em coming
Got em in the palm of my hand cause I can you know they love it
Just in case you don't understand it's my world I keep it running
CHORUS
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like whoa
(3X)
Yeah I got the yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
VERSE 2
I am at the top and you're not and it's cause I do it different
Yeah you're busy trying to fit with them I say fuck the system
You will never be anything and that's more than my opinion
Yeah I tried to tell you before but them bitches never listen
Feminine adrenaline yeah I'm practically robotic
Gunning for the dream like a queen and I'm going super sonic
Everybody loving my style and so they try to cop it
But you'll never do it like me and that's me just being honest
CHORUS 2
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like whoa
(3X)
Yeah I got the yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
And I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
And I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
Yeah I got the uh
Whoa Whoa Whoa
BRIDGE
I'd forget about it
I throw a fit about it
I never leave without it
There's never been a doubt about it
I keep it so one hundred
And so I keep em coming
Yeah you know they love it
It's my world I keep it running
CHORUS 3 (2X)
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa whoa whoa
TAG (8x)
Whoa whoa whoa
Suicide
Artist(s): Matisse Tsoy
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Writer(s):
Matthew Paul Tsoy (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Trap
Keywords:
Acceptance, Bittersweet, Bright, Chill, Depression, Emotional Pain, Excitement, Gentle, Good Vibes, Introspective, Loneliness, Longing, Lost In Thought, Melancholy, Mental Illness, Nighttime, Overcoming Struggle, Positive Energy, Pushing Through, Sadness, Soaring, Spacey, Starry, Struggle, Uplifting, Vacation, Washy
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Rhodes Electric Piano, Strings, Synth
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
161
Key:
B/C♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Suicide
SUICIDE
VERSE 1
Guess I been kinda feeling lonely
Like don't nobody really know me
So I been tryna do my own thing
All on my own I'll be my own me
I said I wanna be my own me
Hold please while I hang up on the old me
Just lemme leave me by my lonely
Just lemme leave me by my lonely
CHORUS
I'll find my place in this human life
But tryna face it is suicide
I'm okay with my human side
And tryna face it is suicide
VERSE 2
I never fit in, always been a stray
Just lemme live in this infinity
See I ain't tryna live in yesterday
But I ain't tryna live in this today
Guess I been kinda feeling timid, ay
Slip away, live a life, but I'll forget a day
And I'm regretting what I never say
See I regret it, but I never say
BRIDGE
Feeling like a fake tryna act my age
Cemented my mistakes in the mess I made, but I
But I been tryna live a life
Tryna live a little but I trip and take it right back
Feeling like a fake tryna act my age
Cemented my mistakes in the mess I made, but I
But I been tryna live a life
Tryna live a little but I trip and take it right back
CHORUS
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
Insecure
Artist(s): Matisse Tsoy
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Writer(s):
Matthew Paul Tsoy (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Trap
Keywords:
Acceptance, Cool, Dark, Depression, Emotional Pain, Hazy, Heavy Bass, Introspective, Loneliness, Longing, Lost In Thought, Melancholy, Mental Illness, Sadness, Smokey, Spacey, Struggle, Tired
Instruments:
808 Bass, Acoustic Guitar, Drums, Electric Guitar, Strings, Synth
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
103
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Insecure
INSECURE
CHORUS
I'm not mad
I just want the world to see me
I'm insecure and I'm suffering
I'm not mad
I just want the world to see me
I'm insecure and I'm suffering
VERSE 1
Ay, I'm isolated in pain
Don't wanna feed the display, no
Why can't I feel the same
Ay ay
So I would settle for little
But it'd be better if my head could be accepted in general
Get my mind right
See I ain't never been mental, but what's a pot to a kettle
I been upset and belittled, but it's my mind, right
PRE-CHORUS 1
I just wanna be alone in the back room
Focused all up in my zone cuz I have to
Ain't nobody got my back, turn my back to em
Ain't nobody got my back, turn my back to em
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Ay, I'm isolated in pain
Don't wanna be the display, no
Why can't I feel this sane
Ay ay
See I ain't never been mental
But what's a pot to a kettle
I been upset and belittled, but it's my mind, right
See I won't settle for little
Cuz it'd be better if my head could be accepted in general
Get my mind right
PRE-CHORUS 2
I just wanna be alone in the back room
Focused all up in my zone cuz I have to
Ain't nobody got my back, turn my back to em
Ain't nobody got my back, turn my back to em
I just wanna be alone in the back room
Focused all up in my zone cuz I have to
Ain't nobody got my back, turn my back to em
Ain't nobody got my back, turn my back to em
CHORUS (2X)
1155
Artist(s): Matisse Tsoy (feat. Cory V)
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Writer(s):
Cory John Vienneau (BMI) 50% / Matthew Paul Tsoy (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Trap
Keywords:
Bold, Cool, Dark, Depression, Eerie, Emotional, Foggy, Heavy Bass, Intense, Introspective, Loneliness, Lost In Thought, Melancholy, Mental Illness, Mysterious, Outer Space, Sadness, Sci Fi, Spacey, Struggle, Suicidal, Swagger, Tired
Instruments:
808 Bass, Choir Pads, Drums, Electric Guitar, Strings, Synth
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
160
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
1155
1155
CHORUS
My mind took my life at 5 until midnight cuz I couldn't sort it out
I'm living the high life, thinking of suicide
In time I'ma sort it out
But I don't wanna say there's nothing
No I don't wanna say there's nothing at all
All I know is I believe in nothing at the end of this life
I ain't nothing yet
VERSE 1
Why do all my thoughts gotta be loud
Still feel like I cannot speak out
I just wanna rest, get sleep now
Finally know how to turn off the sound
Ain't no coming back, my mind made
Know I gotta follow through now
Ain't no coming back, my mind made
I see just what I gotta do
CHORUS
VERSE 2
That ain't what I need, that ain't what I need
I just need a little peace
So who gon' save me from myself
Ain't no coming back, my mind made
Know I gotta follow through now
Ain't no coming back, my mind made
I see just what I gotta do
BRIDGE
I'm kicking myself every day for all the things I ain't done yet
My motivation's lost its way, I fade off into the sunset
But I don't wanna say there's nothing
No I don't wanna say there's nothing at all
All I know is I believe in nothing at the end of this life
I ain't nothing yet
CHORUS
OUTRO
I'm kicking myself every day for all the things I ain't done yet
My motivation's lost its way, I fade off into the sunset
I'm kicking myself every day for all the things I ain't done yet
My motivation's lost its way, I fade off into the sunset
Coming Back
Artist(s): Cash C. (feat. Edoe)
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Writer(s):
Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50% / Charizma Shardayne Denise Upshaw (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Anger, Attitude, Bad Bitch, Badass, Bold, Boss, Bravado, Confident, Confrontational, Dark, Defiant, Determined, Drive, Drugs, Edgy, Flaunting, Gangster, Guns, Late Nght, Money, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Obstacles, Overcoming Struggle, Power, Proud, Sex, Streets, Success, Tough
Instruments:
808 Bass, Bells, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
150
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Coming Back
COMING BACK (CLEAN)
INTRO
Yea yea yea, yea
They ain't know
They ain't know
CHORUS
They ain't know how I was coming
When I pulled up in a new whip
Hey, yea I got a new b***h
And I hopped out with some new drip
VERSE 1
I know these b*****s gon have a trip
They gon wanna taste this tea I'm spilling
Every step I take
They like you need to take a break
You going to fast on this tape
I know these b*****s can't relate
How I be dripping like a lake
It's crazy how n****s a turn on me
When loyalty don't cost a thing
I clearly see b*****s ain't riding for me
N****s ain't dying for me
I gotta be
In my own zone now, on my own now
F**k the police yea I'm gone now
And I been crying for weeks but nobody gave me no tissue
That's why I keep rolling up to blow away these issues
This b***h keep calling talkin 'bout I got a bad attitude
B***h get off my line go ahead and call your dude
Not tryna be rude but nobody get s**t from me
Nobody getting a dime
Nobody made up this rhyme
Man I'm done wasting time
Imma stay on my grind
Yea I'm heading for the top
Nobody stealing my spot
I got this s**t on lock lock lock
CHORUS 2
I know you got a n***a tell me something I don't know
Let me know if Imma f**k or not cause I got to go
Every time you get around your friends you think that they don't know
They can see it in your face that we be f*****g on the low
I came from nothing, I ain't have no bed sleeping on the floor
I was robbing I was selling drugs, tired of being broke
Know some b*****s wish I never met, wish I never spoke
Know some n****s wish I never met, wish I never spoke
VERSE 2
If I ever shot a n***a block I'm coming back
Turn this b***h around I'm hopping n*gga where you at
I got a nine millimeter with a thirty on my lap
Bout to make my family proud stacking pennies Kyla Pratt
Got some killers that will shot for me that's if I ask
If you run then that n***a done shot him in the back
And you know we coming black and white like sister act
Two twin glocks, one of the Cody one of the Zack
My brother he my brother I know my brother gon shot for me
Never trust a b***h cause I know what that b*tch a do to me
Right is right, wrong is wrong, only when you using me
Play me then I cut you off that what happens usually
My n***a Imma hop up in that pussy Imma dive it
Jackie Robinson you know Imma slide in it
Get rich or die trying, Imma die with it
You the main so don't worry about no side b*tches
CHORUS 2
BRIDGE
Into that new s**t
Lit like my waist
Everytime I leave she having a fit
Man I got these n****s pissed
Wishing they can flow like this
Wishing they can flow like this
Making hits after hits
To left and right Muhammad Ali in this b***h
Man it's looking tight for anybody that try to compete
Might as well step aside, yea
Y'all might as well step aside
Yeaa
CHORUS 1
______________________________________
COMING BACK (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
Yea yea yea, yea
They ain't know
They ain't know
CHORUS 1
They ain't know how I was coming
When I pulled up in a new whip
Hey, yea I got a new bitch
And I hopped out with some new drip
VERSE 1
I know these bitches gon have a trip
They gon wanna taste this tea I'm spilling
Every step I take
They like you need to take a break
You going to fast on the tape
I know these bitches can't relate
How I be dripping like a lake
It's crazy how niggas still turn on me
When loyalty don't cost a thing
I clearly see bitches ain't riding for me
Niggas ain't dying for me
I gotta be
In my own zone now, on my own now
Fuck the police yea I'm gone now
And I been crying for weeks but nobody gave me no tissue
That's why I keep rolling up to blow away these issues
This bitch keep calling talkin 'bout I got a bad attitude
Bitch get off my line go ahead and call your dude
Not tryna be rude but nobody get shit from me
Nobody getting a dime
Nobody made up this rhyme
Man I'm done wasting time
Imma stay on my grind
Yea I'm heading for the top
Nobody stealing my spot
I got this shit on lock lock lock lock
CHORUS 2
I know you got a nigga tell me something I don't know
Let me know if Imma fuck or not because I got to go
Every time you get around your friends you think that they don't know
They can see it in your face that we be fucking on the low
I came from nothing, I ain't have no bed sleeping on the floor
I was robbing I was selling drugs, tired of being broke
Know some bitches wish I never met, wish I never spoke
Know some niggas wish I never met, wish I never spoke
VERSE 2
If I ever shot a nigga block I'm coming back
Turn this bitch around I'm hopping out nigga where you at
I got a nine millimeter with a thirty on my lap
Bout to make my family proud stacking pennies Kyla Pratt
Got some killers that will shot for me that's if I ask
If you run then that nigga done shoot him in the back
And you know we coming black and white like sister act
Two twin glocks, one of the Cody one of the Zack
My brother he my brother I know my brother gon shoot for me
Never trust a bitch cause I know what that bitch a do to me
Right is right, wrong is wrong, only when you using me
Play me then I cut you off that what happens usually
My nigga Imma hop up in that pussy Imma dive it
Jackie Robinson you know Imma slide in it
Get rich or die trying, Imma die with it
You the main so don't worry about no side bitches
CHORUS 2
BRIDGE
Into that new shit
Lit like my waist
Everytime I leave she having a fit
Man I got these niggas pissed
Wishing they can flow like this
Wishing they can flow like this
Making hits after hits
To left and right Muhammad Ali in this bitch
Man it's looking tight for anybody that try to compete
Might as well step aside, yea
Y'all might as well step aside
Yeaa
CHORUS 1
Uh Uh
Artist(s): Matisse Tsoy (feat. Vixxen)
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Writer(s):
Joelle Renee Golany (BMI) 50% / Matthew Paul Tsoy (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Attitude, Bad Ass, Bad Bitch, Boss, Chill, Cocky, Confident, Drugs, Empowered, Female Empowerment, Flirty, Flossing, Gun Shots, Guns, Hood, Laid Back, Money, Power, Quarantine, Sexual Overtones, Sexy, Shake, Smoking Weed, Streets, Strutting, Success, Swagga
Instruments:
808 Bass, Electric Guitar, Electronic Drums, Keyboard, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
139
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Uh Uh
UH UH (CLEAN)
CHORUS
You say you gang gang
But how low does your chain hang
You pull that pistol out
You make that s**t go bang bang
Uh uh, uh uh
That s**t go bang bang
You pull that pistol out
You wanna have that dang thang
Uh uh, uh uh
See what you claim mane
You wanna bang bang
You wanna play this game game
Uh uh, uh uh
Let's see that chain hang
You pull that pistol out
You make that s**t go bang bang
VERSE 1
You want me for the fame
And you want me for the money
I guess you're gonna have to wrap around me like a gummy
Yeah, uh yeah I'm d**n yummy
Give me all you got
No you can't take that s**t from me, uh
I'm so hypnotic
Anything I say is honest
Bitch don't act like you forgot it
I'm the realest and the hottest
I be smoking on that product
Yeah that s**t it so erotic, uh
Yeah that's what I need
Ain't that what you wanted, uh
CHORUS
VERSE 2
You ain't even listening
You don't know what you're missing
And my diamonds shining in the light
That s**t it glistening
There ain't no social distancing
And ain't nobody witnessing
What I'm gonna f****n do to get up our conditioning
I push you back
Why don't you lay back on the sofa
We do a little yoga
We call that king cobra, uh
Turn it over
Better prove it like it owes ya
You don't tell me when it's over
Baby do it like I showed ya, uh
CHORUS
__________________________________________
UH UH (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS
You say you gang gang
But how low does your chain hang
You pull that pistol out
You make that shit go bang bang
Uh uh, uh uh
That shit go bang bang
You pull that pistol out
You wanna have that dang thang
Uh uh, uh uh
See what you claim mane
You wanna bang bang
You wanna play this game game
Uh uh, uh uh
Let's see that chain hang
You pull that pistol out
You make that shit go bang bang
VERSE 1
You want me for the fame
And you want me for the money
I guess you're gonna have to wrap around me like a gummy
Yeah, uh yeah I'm damn yummy
Give me all you got
No you can't take that shit from me, uh
I'm so hypnotic
Anything I say is honest
Bitch don't act like you forgot it
I'm the realest and the hottest
I be smoking on that product
Yeah that shit it so erotic, uh
Yeah that's what I need
Ain't that what you wanted, uh
CHORUS
VERSE 2
You ain't even listening
You don't know what you're missing
And my diamonds shining in the light
That shit it glistening
There ain't no social distancing
And ain't nobody witnessing
What I'm gonna fuckin do to get up our conditioning
I push you back
Why don't you lay back on the sofa
We do a little yoga
We call that king cobra, uh
Turn it over
Better prove it like it owes ya
You don't tell me when it's over
Baby do it like I showed ya, uh
CHORUS
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
Take It Higher
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
1990s, Dance, Dance Pop, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, B-boy, B-girl, Braggadocious, Bravado, Breakdancing, Cool, Dance Club, Dance Party, Driving Beat, Empowerment, Energetic, Excitement, Funky, Groovy, Hard Working, Hyped Up, Independent, Moving Forward, Overcoming Obstacles, Positive Attitude, Promo, Pumped Up, Quirky, Retro Feel, Rowdy, Swagger, Taking Chances, Taking Control, Throwback Sound
Instruments:
Agogo Bells, DJ Scratches, Drums, Electric Bass, Electric Guitar, Saxophone, Shaker, Trumpet, Vibraslap, Whistle
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
120
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Take It Higher
TAKE IT HIGHER
VERSE 1
Get down, down to business
Dig it, but never ditches
Come get with this, and bear witness
Bite more than you can chew, no limits
Gonna make you move, nothing to lose
Nothing to prove,
Just be enthused, lose yourself
Put the hesitation on the shelf
CHORUS
Let's take it higher, baby
Let's take it higher, baby
Let's take it higher, baby
Let's take it higher, baby
VERSE 2
In a daze, in a maze
On your own path there ain't no race
'Cause I'm, on a wave, go with the flow
Break a leg, getting on with the show
Cuz it don't stop, ain't finished yet
It's getting so hot, ain't breaking a sweat
It's the underdog, I'll take that bet
'Cause I hit them with something they'll never forget
CHORUS
VERSE 3
I don't need to say nothing too bragadocious
See the way I walk, that tell'em who the most is
If you didn't know this, rhythm hypnosis
Put a curve in your back like scoliosis
Lover not a fighter when I strike them poses,
Notice when I let it bubble like sodas,
Let's go, take it to the top
It goes pop, right when the beat drop
CHORUS
Out My Way
Artist(s): Jon Doe Wonder (feat. NKC)
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Writer(s):
Jonathan Lee Ferguson (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, R&B, Urban Pop
Keywords:
Anger, Attitude, Bad Bitch, Badass, Boss, Breakup, City, Confident, Cool, Dark, Edgy, Empowered, Heavy Bass, Hood, Late Night, Letting Go, Moving On, Night Club, Passionate, Powerful, Relationship ending, Streets, Strength, Swagga, Swagger, Vibey, Washy
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
140
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Out My Way
OUT MY WAY (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
Bet you didn't know
I could beat you at your own game
Now you know
Now you know
Bet you didn't know
I was out for kill
But I kept you close
And they all know
PRE-CHORUS
I'm not the type you can f*** with, baby
I'm the kind to leave you heartless, maybe
You learned your lesson cause
I play for keeps, move with ease
And if you think I'm missing you
Baby please...
CHORUS
Get out my way
Out my way
Out my way
Out my way
Out my way
Out my way
Out my way
Get out my way
You always want it your way
(You can have your way)
You always want it your way
(I'mma go my way)
VERSE 2
Sleeping in your arms
Had me in your palm
But yeah I know
Yeah I know
Sipping white wine
Blissful baby & I
Got too close
Now I know
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
BRIDGE
I hope I haunt you
I hope the memory of me and us exhausts you
Boy just get your dirty laundry now and get out
You want your way so show yourself the way down and out
Right now
CHORUS
__________________________
OUT MY WAY (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
Bet you didn't know
I could beat you at your own game
Now you know
Now you know
Bet you didn't know
I was out for kill
But I kept you close
And they all know
PRE-CHORUS
I'm not the type you can fuck with, baby
I'm the kind to leave you heartless, maybe
You learned your lesson cause
I play for keeps, move with ease
And if you think I'm missing you
Baby please...
CHORUS
Get out my way
Out my way (6X)
Get out my way
You always want it your way
(You can have your way)
You always want it your way
(I'mma go my way)
VERSE 2
Sleeping in your arms
Had me in your palm
But yeah I know
Yeah I know
Sipping white wine
Blissful baby and I
Got too close
Now I know
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
BRIDGE
I hope I haunt you
I hope the memory of me and us exhausts you
Boy just get your dirty laundry now and get out
You want your way so show yourself the way down and out
Right now
CHORUS
I Won't
Artist(s): Jon Doe Wonder (feat. Kris)
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Writer(s):
Jonathan Lee Ferguson (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Hip Hop, Alternative Pop, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental
Keywords:
Breakup, Cheating, Chill, City, Cool, Dark, Dreamy, Edgy, Emotional Pain, Empowered, Floating, Heavy Bass, Late Night, Leaving the Past, Letting Go, Lies, Moving Forward, Moving On, Night Club, Overcoming Struggle, Relationship Problems, Relationship ending, Smokey, Spacey, Streets, Strength, Vibey
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Keyboard, Piano, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
140
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Won't
I WON'T
CHORUS
You hate the way I'm alright
Said I'm ok, I won't fight you
(No more, no more)
Or waste time to
(Open the door)
VERSE 1
At the midnight hour,
To come welcome your showers of
"I'm sorry" and "I miss you"
"Wasn't my intention to hurt you"
But you did now baby
So go ahead and call me crazy
But I'm over, second chances
Yeah I'm over dancing this dance with you
PRE - CHORUS
It's not fun anymore
Pull me round on the floor
Always step on my toes
And heaven only knows
Why I put up with it for so long
Why do you love me now that I'm gone
Beg at my knees for another shot
Think that I'm gonna give in, I'm not ya
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Said, I won't move
For you to do it again
My head in a constant spin
From believing the words that come out of your mouth
And realizing after you let me down
You meant none of it
You only wanted it
To seem like you knew the steps
But I'm always one to pick up the mess
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS (2X)
BRIDGE
I'll open the door
I'm over, I'm gone
Won't see me in the morn
Said I'm ok, I'm done
Said I'm ok, I'm done
CHORUS (2X)
Faker
Artist(s): 3KON
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Writer(s):
Haoyue Kuang (BMI) 34% / Hijin Adrian Park (BMI) 34% / Matthias Hirt (BMI) 32%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
Dance Pop, Electro Pop, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, K-Pop, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Anger, Bold, Bravado, Confident, Cool, Dishonest, Energized, Energy, Fake, Fierce, Fiery, Girl Power, Hiding, Jealousy, Leave Behind, Lies, Moving On, Overcoming Obstacles, Poser, Pretending, Rising Above, Secret, Self Esteem, Strut, Swagga, Swagger, Untrusting
Instruments:
Drums, Synth, Synth Bass
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
140
Key:
A♯m/B♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Faker
FAKER (ORIGINAL KOREAN)
INTRO
Yeah
당당하게 말해봐
VERSE 1
나에게 매일매일 쏘는 네 시선들
제발좀 꺼져줄래 내앞에서 Get Out Baby
아무리 척해봐바 내가 되나
그러리 없어 넌 Oh Forever Girl Faker
VERSE 2
항상 넌 있는 척만
너 빼곤 다 아는걸
척하는데 힘빼지말고
가만히 있어 제발 (Please)
Blah Blah Blah 거짓말 Lie
이 입술에서 나오는거 All Stop
No more Um 선긋기 더이상 놀아나는
너에게는 Red Card
PRE-CHORUS
난 알고있어, 너의 모습뒤에
숨겨진 Secret
감춘다고 속일수 있다면 한번해봐
계속되는 All Your Lies
No more, No No No More이젠그만
보여줄게 지금부터
어떤게 진짜인지
CHORUS
넌 나만 따라하는 Faker
Hey Yo, Hey Yo
아무리 따라해도 Faker
Yeah yeah
VERSE 3
난 당당한 여자
언재든 어딜가던
시선집중
넌 항상 Jealous 그게 니몫
니맘은 못났어
언제나 Mad Girl
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS 2
넌 나만 따라하는 Faker
Hey Yo, Hey Yo
아무리 따라해도 Faker
Yeah
넌 나만 따라하는 Faker
항상 넌 있는 척만
Hey Yo, Hey Yo
아무리 따라해도 Faker
Blah Blah Blah 거짓말 Lie
Yeah Yeah
당당해
BRIDGE
항상 니 눈빛은 On
날 위한 관심이라 믿었어
난 널 Till the End
더이상 No More
CHORUS 2
VERSE 2 (2X)
___________________________
FAKER (English Translation)
INTRO
Yeah
Speak grandly (magnificently)
VERSE 1
All your attentions pouring over me every day
Please get out of my sight, Get Out Baby
You keep copying me off but you will never be me
No way because you are Oh Forever Girl Faker
VERSE 2
You always pretend
But everyone around you knows except yourself
Stop wasting your energy
Stay still (Please)
Blah Blah Blah Lie Lie
All that come out of your mouth All Stop
No more yo I'm drawing the line
To you I'm giving you the Red Card
PRE-CHORUS
I know how you really are behind the closed door
Your hidden Secret
Try hiding and trick me if you can
All Your Lies that continues
No more, No No No No more
I'll show from now on
What is to be original
CHORUS
You only copy me Faker
Hey Yo, Hey Yo
No matter how hard you try Faker
Yeah yeah
VERSE 3
I'm a chic woman
Whenever wherever I go
Everybody looks at me
You are always Jealous that's your part
Your mind is ugly
Always Mad Girl
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS 2
You only copy me Faker
Hey Yo, Hey Yo
No matter how hard you try Faker
Yeah
You only copy me Faker
You always pretend
Hey Yo, Hey Yo
No matter how hard you try Faker
Blah Blah Blah Lie Lie
Yeah Yeah
Act Grand
BRIDGE
Your eyes are always On
I trusted that you cared
I always did Till the End
No More No More
CHORUS 2
VERSE 2 (2X)
Vibe
Artist(s): Kali J
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Writer(s):
Kali Janette Arnott (BMI) 50% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Aggressive, Attitude, Bad Bitch, Boss, Bounce, Bravado, Brazen, Confidence, Confident, Energetic, Flossing, Flossy, Gangsta, Hood, Lean, Power, Pumped Up, Shake, Streets, Style, Success, Swagga
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Chimes, Drums, SFX, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
81
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Vibe
VIBE (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
Coming atcha with some attitude
Spread the word cause yeah I'm coming through
I got the vibe cause honey issa mood
Like all the time yeah babe you know I do
Like knowing all the lyrics of the song
I feel like could do this all night long
It got me going going on and on
Yeah and I'm feeling like I'm 10 feet tall
So let me hear ya
PRE-CHORUS
Yeah uh huh (uh)
Yeah uh huh (yeah)
Yeah uh huh (uh)
Yeah uh huh (yeah)
(2X)
(Don't kill my vibe)
CHORUS
Issa look
I'm looking fly
I'm feeling good
Don't kill my vibe
(X2)
Vibing
Vibing
Vibing
Don't kill my vibe
(X2)
VERSE 2
Do what I want and do it every day
I got some tricks call me Cirque du Soleil
Cause I'm that chick I always get my way
Don't hate the player baby hate the game
I flip the switch and turn em off and on
You're either on the hunt or on the run
Let's get it going just like donkey Kong
So baby can I get a yeah uh huh
Let me hear you
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
B***h don't kill my vibe
B***h don't kill my vibe
CHORUS
_________________________________
VIBE (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
Coming atcha with some attitude
Spread the word cause yeah I'm coming through
I got the vibe cause honey issa mood
Like all the time yeah babe you know I do
Like knowing all the lyrics of the song
I feel like could do this all night long
It got me going going on and on
Yeah and I'm feeling like I'm 10 feet tall
So let me hear ya
PRE-CHORUS
Yeah uh huh (uh)
Yeah uh huh (yeah)
Yeah uh huh (uh)
Yeah uh huh (yeah)
(2X)
(Don't kill my vibe)
CHORUS
Issa look
I'm looking fly
I'm feeling good
Don't kill my vibe
(X2)
Vibing
Vibing
Vibing
Don't kill my vibe
(X2)
VERSE 2
Do what I want and do it every day
I got some tricks call me Cirque du Soleil
Cause I'm that chick I always get my way
Don't hate the player baby hate the game
I flip the switch and turn em off and on
You're either on the hunt or on the run
Let's get it going just like donkey Kong
So baby can I get a yeah uh huh
Let me hear you
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Bitch don't kill my vibe
Bitch don't kill my vibe
CHORUS
New Sexy Type
Artist(s): Brit Fox & Mpax
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Writer(s):
Alan Ivan Puac (BMI) 50% / Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggresive, Ballin', Boss, Braggadocious, Brash, Bravado, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Defiant, Fiery, Flaunting, Grinding, Hustle, Hustlin', Irreverent, Money, Night Life, Power, Sexy, Swagger
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Bass, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
150
Key:
F
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
New Sexy Type
NEW SEXY TYPE (CLEAN)
CHORUS
They keep ring ring ring ring-ing my line day and night
I'm that new new new new new new new sexy type
You can say what you want but I will still do what I like
I'm that new new new new new new sexy type
VERSE 1
The person you projecting to me
In the light I do not see
Baby I'm legit, no counterfeit
Money back guarantee
An investment in you
I come back multiplied times 2
wanted dead or alive like a ride or die
I'm the answer do not ask me why
All these questions not hip
I do not give a s**t I'm always doing fine
Must be a blessing to him
He on his knees every day and night
Keep on texting and s**t
Leave him on read every single time
Touch a nerve catch these fists
When I curve you hella bent
CHORUS
VERSE 2
You keep it tried and true
When coins talk for your actions yeah
When money speak for you
You can't afford distractions
Now and new
Dead blue faces in an instant view
Last one still down for the count, KO
Ask 'em, bet they know by now
I'm too Zen to give energy
To what they think amen I don't need
Got a friend in benji
To the wind they gon see
They can't catch up to me
Stack a brick to the top
The grind will never cease yeah
they hate us cuz they ain't us, b
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Mouth open all they do is gawk
When they see a boss walk
No action they all talk
Guess that's what they want
Guess that's how I'll flaunt
Worth more than six figures
Guess that's how I'll stunt
CHORUS (2X)
__________________________________
NEW SEXY TYPE (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS
They keep ring ring ring ring-ing my line day and night
I'm that new new new new new new new sexy type
You can say what you want but I will still do what I like
I'm that new new new new new new sexy type
VERSE 1
The person you projecting to me
In the light I do not see
Baby I'm legit, no counterfeit
Money back guarantee
An investment in you
I come back multiplied times 2
wanted dead or alive like a ride or die
I'm the answer do not ask me why
All these questions not hip
I do not give a shit I'm always doing fine
Must be a blessing to him
He on his knees every day and night
Keep on texting and shit
Leave him on read every single time
Touch a nerve catch these fists
When I curve you hella bent
CHORUS
VERSE 2
You keep it tried and true
When coins talk for your actions yeah
When money speak for you
You can't afford distractions
Now and new
Dead blue faces in an instant view
Last one still down for the count, KO
Ask 'em, bet they know by now
I'm too Zen to give energy
To what they think amen I don't need
Got a friend in Benji
To the wind they gon see
They can't catch up to me
Stack a brick to the top
The grind will never cease yeah
they hate us cuz they ain't us, b
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Gawk, walk, talk
Guess that's what they want
Guess that's how I'll flaunt
Worth more than six figures
Guess that's how I'll stunt
CHORUS (2X)
Awesome
Artist(s): DJ Kreuzer (feat. Zindy Laursen)
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Writer(s):
Scott Horton (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Electronic
Subcategories:
Dance, EDM, Electronic, Female Vocal, House, Instrumental, Pop, Synth Pop, Tropical House
Keywords:
Blissful, Bright, Celebratory, Club, College, Cool, Dance, Driving, Drop, Drugs, Ecstasy, Elation, Energy, Euphoria, Euphoric, Euro, Excitement, Feel Good, Free, Fun, Funky, Girl Power, Groove, High, Hypnotic, Lively, Loose, Optimistic, Party, Playful, Pool, Positive, Promo, Rave, Rooftop, Summer, Sunny, Upbeat, Uplifting, Warm, Winner, Young, number one
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Hand Claps, Keyboard, Piano, Saxophone, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
121
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Awesome
I like the way, the way things are going today
I'd don't mind cause I'm feeling alright
Let my hair down struttin' to my own sound just being me
Feel the sunshine taking my sweet time I want the whole world to see that
I look good
And I feel great
There ain't no one who take this high away
I'm so happy
I'm in bliss
Everyday I wanna feel like this
'Cause I am awesome
Nothing can break me, nothing can shake me no...
I've got a fire that keeps burning inside me
Let my hair down struttin' to my own sound just being me
Feel the sunshine taking my sweet time I want the whole world to see that
Stadium Roar
Artist(s): DJ Kreuzer
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Writer(s):
Scott Horton (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Dance, Electronic, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arena, Attitude, Baltimore Club, Basketball, Battle, Beast, Building, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Crunk, Determined, Driving, Drop, Entrance, Excited, Face Off, Football, Game Time, Gang, Highlight Reel, Hype, Intense, NBA, Pounding, Promo, Propulsive, Pulsating, Pumped Up, Rave, Showdown, Sports, Stadium, Swagger, Sweat, Tough, Victorious
Instruments:
Basketballs, Bass, Brass, Claps, Drums, Horns, Piano, SFX, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
130
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Fast/Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Always On
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 67% / Paul Henry Croteau (BMI) 33%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 33% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 67%
Category:
Electronic
Subcategories:
EDM, Electro, Future Funk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B
Keywords:
Club, College, Crazy, Crowd, DJ, Dance, Debauchery, Drop, Drugs, Ecstasy, Energetic, Exciting, Fashion, Feel Good, Fun, Glowstick, Good Times, Hype, Melodic, Party, Positive, Pulsing, Rave, Wild, Wobble, Young, Youth
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drum, Horns, Organ, Saxophone
BPM:
100
Key:
E♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Always On
Step out the door every hair's in place
The world is mine, I don't make mistakes
From the very first moment that the sun comes up
All I wanna do is overflow my cup
Don't need much, just a finishing touch
Bring the whipped cream on, put a cherry on top
Hot-fudge sundae on a saturday night
and i got no plans to stop
Stage right, full house
Can't get a ticket cause the show sold out
House lights up, get on your feet
Put your hands up while you rockin to the beat
If you think that you're ready
Keep the groove rockin steady
Still lit up till the sun is gone
And if you didn't know by now
We always on
CHORUS:
Always on
Are you ready
Are you ready
Are you ready
We always on
Ain't no way to turn it off
You're never gonna turn it off
Never gonna turn it off
No, we always on
Take a step in the right direction
Let your soul guide, we on a long ride
No one does it better once that beat drop and we testify
I do hearby solemnly swear
To sing the truth and nothing but it so help me God
But if you wanna get up out your chair
Then I'm the only one that's present to do the job
And if I'm on trial get the cuffs
Tell the judge my mouth is shut
And if funk's illegal better lock me up
Cuz i don't ever plan on stopping it's too much fun
CHORUS
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