The 100 Best Selling Albums of All Time

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What’s the best selling album of all time? The answer might surprise you, based on certified sales by the RIAA.

In 2018, The Eagles’ Their Greatest Hits (1971—1975) surpassed Michael Jackson’s Thriller as the best selling album of all time in the United States. Since that point, the lead has only widened. The Eagles album has now sold more than 38 million copies according to the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA), thanks in part to continued touring across the United States and sustained interest on streaming platforms like Spotify.

Their Greatest Hits (1971—1975) debuted in 1976 and included many of the group’s classics like “Take It Easy” and “Witchy Woman.” These sales figures compiled by the RIAA include disc and streaming sales.

Thriller briefly overtook the Eagles compilation as the best selling album of all time in 2009 after Jackson’s death caused a surge in sales. But recent accusations against Jackson involving sexual assault may have softened sales for the pop superstar.

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Best-Selling Albums of All-Time in the US

  • Eagles — Their Greatest Hits 1971 — 1975 — 38 million
  • Michael Jackson — Thriller — 33 million
  • Eagles — Hotel California — 26 million
  • AC/DC — Back in Black — 25 million
  • The Beatles — The Beatles — 24 million
  • Billy Joel — Greatest Hits Volume I & Volume II — 23 million
  • Led Zeppelin — Led Zeppelin IV — 23 million
  • Pink Floyd — The Wall — 23 million
  • Garth Brooks — Double Live — 21 million
  • Hootie & the Blowfish — Cracked Rear View — 21 million
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    Best-Selling Albums of All-Time (11—20)

      • Fleetwood Mac — Rumours — 20 million
      • Shania Twain — Come On Over — 20 million
      • Garth Brooks — No Fences — 18 million
      • Guns N’ Roses — Appetite for Destruction — 18 million
      • Whitney Houston — The Bodyguard (Soundtrack) — 18 million
      • Boston — Boston — 17 million
      • Elton John — Greatest Hits — 17 million
      • The Beatles — The Beatles 1967 — 1970 — 17 million
      • Alanis Morissette — Jagged Little Pill — 16 million
      • Bee Gees — Saturday Night Fever (Soundtrack) — 16 million

     

    Best-Selling Albums of All-Time (21—30)

      • Led Zeppelin — Physical Graffiti — 16 million
      • Metallica — Metallica — 16 million
      • Bob Marley & The Wailers — Legend — 15 million
      • Bruce Springsteen — Born in the U.S.A. — 15 million
      • Journey — Greatest Hits — 15 million
      • Pink Floyd — Dark Side of the Moon — 15 million
      • Santana — Supernatural — 15 million
      • The Beatles —  The Beatles 1962—1966 — 15 million
      • Adele — 21 — 14 million
      • Backstreet Boys — Backstreet Boys — 14 million

     

    Best-Selling Albums of All-Time (31—40)

      • Britney Spears — Baby One More Time — 14 million
      • Garth Brooks — Ropin’ in the Wind — 14 million
      • Meat Loaf — Bat Out of Hell — 14 million
      • Simon & Garfunkel — Simon & Garfunkel’s Greatest Hits — 14 million
      • Steve Miller Band — Greatest Hits 1974 — 1978 — 14 million
      • Backstreet Boys — Millennium — 13 million
      • Bruce Springsteen — Bruce Springsteen & E Street Band Live 1975 — ’85 — 13 million
      • Pearl Jam — Ten — 13 million
      • Prince & The Revolution — Purple Rain (Soundtrack) — 13 million
      • The Chicks — Wide Open Spaces — 13 million

     

    Best-Selling Albums of All-Time (41—50)

      • Whitney Houston — Whitney Houston — 13 million
      • Bon Jovi — Slippery When Wet — 12 million
      • Boyz II Men — II — 12 million
      • Def Leppard — Hysteria — 12 million
      • Jewel — Pieces of You — 12 million
      • Kenny G — Breathless — 12 million
      • Kenny Rogers — Kenny Rogers’ Greatest Hits — 12 million
      • Led Zeppelin — Led Zeppelin II — 12 million
      • Linkin Park — Hybrid Theory — 12 million
      • Matchbox Twenty — Yourself or Someone Like You — 12 million

     

    Best-Selling Albums of All-Time (51—60)

      • Phil Collins — No Jacket Required — 12 million
      • Shania Twain — The Woman in Me — 12 million
      • Soundtrack — Forrest Gump — 12 million
      • The Beatles — Abbey Road — 12 million
      • The Rolling Stones — Hot Rocks — 12 million
      • TLC — CrazySexyCool — 12 million
      • Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers — Greatest Hits — 12 million
      • Adele — 25 — 11 million
      • Aerosmith — Aerosmith’s Greatest Hits — 11 million
      • Celine Dion — Falling Into You — 11 million

     

    Best-Selling Albums of All-Time (61—70)

      • Creed — Human Clay — 11 million
      • Eagles — Eagles Greatest Hits Volume II — 11 million
      • James Taylor — James Taylor’s Greatest Hits — 11 million
      • Kid Rock — Devil Without A Cause — 11 million
      • Led Zeppelin — Houses of the Holy — 11 million
      • N’SYNC — No Strings Attached — 11 million
      • Notorious B.I.G. — Life After Death — 11 million
      • Outkast — Speakerboxxx/ The Love Below — 11 million
      • Shania Twain — Up! — 11 million
      • Soundtrack — Titanic — 11 million

     

    Best-Selling Albums of All-Time (71—80)

      • Soundtrack — Dirty Dancing — 11 million
      • The Beatles — Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band — 11 million
      • The Beatles — 1 — 11 million
      • The Chicks — Fly — 11 million
      • 2 Pac — All Eyez On Me — 10 million
      • 2 Pac — Greatest Hits — 10 million
      • Beastie Boys — Licensed To Ill — 10 million
      • Billy Joel — The Stranger — 10 million
      • Bob Seger & the Silver Bullet Band — Greatest Hits — 10 million
      • Britney Spears — Oops! ..I Did It Again — 10 million

     

    Best-Selling Albums of All-Time (81—90)

      • Carole King — Tapestry — 10 million
      • Celine Dion — Let’s Talk About Love — 10 million
      • Creedence Clearwater Revival — Chronicle: 20 Greatest Hits — 10 million
      • Def Leppard — Pyromania — 10 million
      • Doobie Brothers — Best of the Doobies — 10 million
      • Elvis Presley — Elvis’ Christmas Album — 10 million
      • Eminem — The Marshall Mathers LP — 10 million
      • Eminem — The Eminem Show — 10 million
      • Eric Clapton — Unplugged — 10 million
      • Garth Brooks — The Chase — 10 million

     

    Best-Selling Albums of All-Time (91—100)

      • Garth Brooks — The Ultimate Hits — 10 million
      • Garth Brooks — The Hits — 10 million
      • Garth Brooks — Garth Brooks — 10 million
      • Garth Brooks — In Pieces — 10 million
      • Garth Brooks — Sevens — 10 million
      • George Michael — Faith — 10 million
      • Green Day — Dookie — 10 million
      • Hammer — Please Hammer Don’t Hurt ‘Em — 10 million
      • Led Zeppelin — Led Zeppelin — 10 million
      • Lionel Richie — Can’t Slow Down — 10 million

    Madonna’s Video Tribute to George Floyd Draws Anger and Criticism

    After the widespread outrage over the death of George Floyd – Madonna’s tribute video falls flat.

    Anger grew for the third day as protestors torched a police station in Minneapolis where the officers worked. Footage of the incident reveals an officer kneeled on George Floyd’s neck for over eight minutes as he struggled to breathe. The murder of another black man at the hands of police forces has polarized the nation.

    Madonna tweeted a clip of her son dancing to the Michael Jackson song, “They Don’t Care About Us.”

    Brutal murder travels around the world my son David Dances to honor and pay tribute to George and His Family and all Acts of Racism and Discrimination that happen on a daily basis in America. #davidbanda #JusticeforGeorgeFloyd #MichaelJackson pic.twitter.com/wLa6YKrYF1

    — Madonna (@Madonna) May 28, 2020

    “Brutal murder travels around the world my son David dances to honor and pay tribute to George and his family and all acts of racism and discrimination that happen daily in America,” the singer wrote on Twitter.

    The man who kneeled on the neck of George Floyd has been taken into custody and charged with third-degree murder and manslaughter.

    The tweet received much criticism from Twitter, with many users calling the tweet insensitive. “Nobody asked Madonna to weigh in today. Not a soul. Unforced errors among public figures have been rampant this month,” one commentator wrote.

    Another compared the gaffe similar to Pepsi using protest imagery and Kendall Jenner to advertise. This incident isn’t the first time Madonna finds herself receiving a public flogging this year. Just a month ago, the singer told her fans and followers that she wanted to go out and “breathe that COVID-19 air” instead of being in quarantine.

    The rest of Madonna’s disastrous “Madame X” tour was canceled due to the COVID-19 pandemic. She called the virus “the great equalizer” in comments that sparked outrage. Many saw her as a privileged person whining about time spent in lockdown. No doubt, her remarks on the George Floyd situation will spark more outrage.

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    Managing Data for Record Labels and Music Producers — Reprtoir Brings a Modern Workspace

    Is managing your catalog taking up too much of your time? Is keeping track of your data more of a brain teaser than a task? Reprtoir is looking to make music catalog management easy.

    The following article comes from Reprtoir, a proud partner of DMN.

    More often than not, managing catalogs is a complex task for music industry professionals. After years of experience managing catalogs, the team behind Reprtoir targeted the pain points that had to be dealt with. Navigating between tons of metadata, complex chains of rights, loads of rights holders, and royalty splits is tricky at the very least. And when not properly handled, this leads to wasting time, energy, and ultimately money.

    Managing recordings: By and for music producers

    Reprtoir is at a crossroads between music and tech, benefiting from a deep knowledge of the profession. Reprtoir is a SaaS (Software as a Service) solution, developed by Rendez-Vous Digital, a licensing company. After too many tracks were manually added to a content management system, and difficulties working the dataset within the same team arose, a solution emerged. Seeing that no other content management system had been imagined, they developed their own solution.

    At the basis of Reprtoir is Audio Manager, a business software package designed specifically for record companies to manage their recordings online. The goal is simple: to help you save both time and energy. Importing tracks from streaming services and assisted data migration are here to accomplish this!

    Reprtoir was conceptualized to be a workspace, to manage metadata, contributors, rights holders, and royalty splits. Changing catalog management software is easy; having the right platform to turn to is the second step.

    A catalog management system

    Reprtoir brings a solution by commercializing a content management system specially designed for music metadata: Audio Manager. To better understand why this software was built, you have to take a look at how data management specifically works for the music industry. Track metadata involves – at the very least – details concerning artists, contributors, rights holders, and associated works. Following up on the numerous changes, the evolution of contributions, and rights distribution is a challenge without a proper software solution.

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    This is why Audio Manager can be called a catalog management system. It is above all a business software solution, allowing record companies and publishers to manage tracks, royalty splits, compile lists to improve catalog overview, and even link recordings to their contributors to ease royalty management.

    Audio Manager was designed to follow every bit of metadata in your catalog. We don’t need to tell you that data is the core element of the music business; it always has to be verified.

    Making data imports accurate and safe

    If data accuracy is one of the main elements to keep in mind, for Reprtoir’s team, it is the first thing to deal with. If your data is already available on streaming platforms, why start all over again? You can directly import them into your catalog, within a few seconds. Of course, you can still import the data manually yourself and verify every piece of information before modifying your database. This will help you aggregate every bit of information you might need on your tracks and artists, and keep a clear catalog.

    We get how long and tedious a migration from your own database to another one can be. For that, Reprtoir is able to migrate any kind of database into its system. The goal is simple: making a clean base to build on. Whether your tracks are already online or you need to add information yourself, everything is made easier for the user. Importing tracks from your catalogs shouldn’t take more than a few minutes.

    Data accuracy is actually the main concern for record companies and music publishers: the better you know your catalog, the better your business decisions will be!

    Also Read:  The Estate of Michael Jackson and BMI Extend Catalog RepresentationGoing even deeper on your knowledge of your tracks

    Looking even further, pitching your own tracks for sync deals always requires a bit of digging into your catalog. By getting more information about the tracks themselves, you’ll be able to match them and/or pitch them to the right prospects.

    Reprtoir built a data enrichment intelligent extension to Audio Manager: Metadata Collector. After browsing the web, every collected data are automatically verified and integrated. Your catalog is continuously updated, and includes psychoacoustic data and popularity tracking (geographically targeted).

    And there you have it: a catalog that will always get smarter! Make the most informed decisions for your artists and manage a fully optimized catalog.

    A full workspace for your team, answering problems of data management

    Audio Manager is part of a software suite, including Works Manager (allowing you to manage musical works and royalty splits) and Playlists for business (allowing you to send secured playlists to prospects). Each solution comes with a free tier to give every user the opportunity to experience the possibilities Reprtoir has to offer to music business management.

    Audio Manager will be integrated with Reprtoir’s new distribution tool: Releases Manager. Once a database is clean and well adjusted, the next challenge is being able to share it and distribute tracks. Releases Manager will allow users to deliver their catalog to Believe, The Orchard, and more.

    All in all, an external solution allowing record companies and music publishers to work in collaboration can help you save a lot of time. Instead of developing software solutions internally, keeping them up-to-date and managing storage issues, leave it to a dedicated team!

    Young Thug – Oh Yeah Lyrics

    [Intro: Young Thug]
    All I said is for you to keep it real, each and every day
    Aww, darling, yeah

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    Plain Jane AP with a Cuban link to match it
    Diamonds on me dancin’, got me lookin’ like Michael Jackson
    I don’t want you dead, that’s that Fed talk
    Most these niggas polices like Matlock
    Armani the jeans, Gucci shirt on, color my spleen
    I can’t get enough of codeine
    If you make me stop, you know you’ll owe me
    Good pussy, good money, good genes
    I just wanna show you love
    I’m the one that got you Frank Chesters
    I don’t want the time to be up, yeah
    I don’t wanna find new love
    Like a G4, like a G5, you get fly-y-y
    You a real one, such a real one, oh my, my, my
    Never stop, it’s always go
    Send me nudes when I’m on the road
    Send me nudes when I’m on the road, baby
    Watch ’em before and after the show baby
    Your body shaped just like a Coke, baby
    But you already know
    K Bangerz

    [Refrain: Young Thug & Hi Doraah]
    Yeah, oh yeah (yeah)
    Oh yeah (yeah)
    Yea-ea-ea-eah
    Yea-ea-ea-eah

    [Verse: Hi Doraah]
    I just went and bossed you up and your whole damn team (team)
    Put you in designer, Christian Dior and McQueen (Queen)
    Selfish ’cause I want you to hold it down with me (me)
    Hold me down ’til the very end, a unity
    How you feelin’? Know you got a lucky one like me (me)
    Take you from that dirty, made you who wanna be (yeah)
    Survival of the fittest, had no choice, become a G (G)
    It’s good to know that you can make it up up out them streets
    You a star babe

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    Plain Jane AP with a Cuban link to match it
    Diamonds on me dancin’, got me lookin’ like Michael Jackson
    I don’t want you dead, that’s that Fed talk
    Most these niggas polices like Matlock
    Armani the jeans, Gucci shirt on, color my spleen
    I can’t get enough of codeine
    If you make me stop, you know you’ll owe me
    Good pussy, good money, good genes
    I just wanna show you love
    I’m the one that got you Frank Chesters
    I don’t want the time to be up, yeah
    I don’t wanna find new love
    Like a G4, like a G5, you get fly-y-y
    You a real one, such a real one, oh my, my, my
    Never stop, it’s always go
    Send me nudes when I’m on the road
    Send me nudes when I’m on the road, baby
    Watch ’em before and after the show baby
    Your body shaped just like a Coke, baby
    But you already know

    [Refrain: Young Thug & Hi Doraah]
    Yeah, oh yeah (yeah)
    Oh yeah (yeah)
    Yea-ea-ea-eah
    Yea-ea-ea-eah
    K Bangerz

    Andy Mineo – Coquito Lyrics

    [Verse 1: Foggieraw & Andy Mineo]
    Light-skinned friend she look like Michael Jackson
    Got a dark-skinned friend she lo-look like Tito (Tito)
    Pull up to that rim, I can’t miss like D-Rose (D-Rose)
    Baby my coquito, you know she from Puerto Rico (aye, yah)
    Lie like James Bond in my black tuxedo (hmm)
    Southside coolant, I been incognito
    Yeah, always spend a brick, baby I’m no cheapo
    Shoutout Uncle Billy, he just beat the chemo! (aye)
    Pretty Spanish mommy, and she call me chico (hmmm)
    She said, “Como estas?” I said, “Me no speako”
    Fake it ’till you make it, I call that placebo (got ’em)
    Father, Son and Spirit, that’s the three amigo (aye)
    Woke up in the morning, I just did my devo (my devo)
    That’s the way I doo-doo on my ego (on my ego)
    I think I just might of disappointed Creamo (dang)
    That’s okay, we just did this for the people (uhh)

    [Chorus: Andy Mineo]
    Feelin’ sorry for yourself like (boo-hoo) poor me (woah)
    Pour me, pour me a glass of coquito, coquito, coquito, yeah
    Lost in the sauce
    She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A
    She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A, aye
    She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A
    Down in M-I, M-I, M-I-A-M-I, yeah

    [Verse 2: Foggieraw & MannyWellz]
    Light-skinned friend she look like Michael Jackson
    Got a dark-skinned friend shh like Tito (Tito)
    Lightskin shorty, I won’t trade her for noone, noone, nah, nah, nah
    Gotta dark-skinned friend, she look like Kelly Rowland
    Gotta dark-skinned shorty, I can’t trade her for noone
    [?], I’ll get you a couple
    I need that black skin, babe like coquito

    [Verse 3: Andy Mineo & MannyWellz]
    I know a caramel queen, she look like Bruno Mars
    All them jokers want her heart, but she don’t play them cards, no
    Lightskin shorty, I won’t trade her for noone (yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
    I gotta lightskinned shorty, she look like Pocahontas
    And she always set it off, that’s why I think she the bombest, yeah yeah
    Lightskin shorty, I won’t trade her for noone
    (scatting), woah woah woah woah
    (scatting), woah woah woah woah
    (scatting), woah woah woah woah
    Woah woah, (scatting)

    [Chorus: Andy Mineo]
    Feelin’ sorry for yourself like poor me
    Pour me, pour me a glass of coquito, coquito, coquito, yeah
    Don’t get lost in the sauce
    She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A
    M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A, aye yeah
    M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A
    She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A, yeah

    Yung Bans – Wish I Had Lyrics

    [Chorus]
    Yeah
    Thought about it before I did it, I really wish I had
    I really wish I had
    I really wish I had
    I really wish I weren’t so sad
    Michael Jackson’s bad
    Rob him wit’ no mask, yeah
    Cut his throat with glass, yeah
    Stuck in my ways, in way too deep
    It took a lot of pain and heartbreak just for me to see
    I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week
    I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week

    [Verse 1]
    Niggas rap ’bout it, but they don’t even know the half
    They don’t even know the half
    They don’t even know the half
    You was never in them trenches with me gettin’ that fast cash
    Gettin’ that fast cash
    Gettin’ that fast cash (yeah)
    Fuck Hollywood, bitch I’m in the hood forever, hmm
    Mama say I’m foolish, mama know she taught me better, ay
    Streets made me numb, save your tears, please don’t shed ’em, ay
    Nina on my hip, get it poppin’ like a kettle
    Free my daddy, free my brother, free my other brothers too
    This for all my young niggas who been really goin’ through it
    I was locked up, 5 months, and nobody ride but you
    Mama, (?), no this ain’t the truth

    [Chorus]
    Yeah
    Thought about it before I did it, I really wish I had
    I really wish I had
    I really wish I had
    I really wish I weren’t so sad
    Michael Jackson’s bad
    Rob him wit’ no mask, yeah
    Cut his throat with glass, yeah
    Stuck in my ways, in way too deep
    It took a lot of pain and heartbreak just for me to see
    I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week
    I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week

    [Verse 2]
    I know (?) my daddy, he show no support
    He took his own course, now he up the road, north
    He ain’t even show up to court
    But I’m a bigger sport
    Still love that little bitty whore
    I’m still your second little boy
    I mean no disrespect, but mama, this is how I feel
    Why you out here lookin’ for love, I heard that love kills
    I got so much money, I’ll make a change in your life for real
    Be your knight in shining armour like I’m made of steel
    I feel like Jodye (?) baby boy
    Tell me grow up, can’t play with toys, yeah
    I got a little son, had to make a choice, yeah
    Should I use my head, should I use my voice, yeah
    And you was the first one to tell me
    You gon’ die, go to jail, playin’ in these streets
    Had to see it for myself ’cause I ain’t believe
    I’ve been goin’ through the system since I was 15

    [Chorus]
    Yeah
    Thought about it before I did it, I really wish I had
    I really wish I had
    I really wish I had
    I really wish I weren’t so sad
    Michael Jackson’s bad
    Rob him wit’ no mask, yeah
    Cut his throat with glass, yeah
    Stuck in my ways, in way too deep
    It took a lot of pain and heartbreak just for me to see
    I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week
    I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week

    Vic Mensa – Reverse lyrics

    [Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
    See this when I’m sleepin’
    You can work my [?]
    And my nina, she’s a diva
    Purrin’ like we’ll feed her
    Pipe her [?]
    Chili on the chain, seats exceeded
    Shawty wanna race like a beatle liter
    Push T’s like a [?]
    Like three stripes and a slash, I’m undefeated
    Red ons, tip-toin’
    Push button, kill John
    Road too, felt cool in an old school, Vince Vaughn
    Vroom vroom, nitro with the turbo
    Pour that Ace of Spades up, we don’t sweat no [?]
    Got the [?] off of the top my shell, I’m a turtle
    Shawty tryna find it, throw it in reverse though

    [Chorus: Vic Mensa]
    Aston Martin, push-button motor
    Migos on the ice, anti-sauna
    Go, oh, oh
    Floss, floss, let me see how you work
    You boys smokin’ dirt, we smokin’ Larry Bird
    Straitjacket, go berzerk
    Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse
    Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse
    Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse

    [Verse 2: G-Eazy]
    Yeah, bend that ass over, throw it backwards
    Moonwalkin’ to the n*gger like I’m Michael Jackson
    Make a film with your bitch, turn into an actor
    Shimmy out and then she ate a pill after
    I get clothes from Vaccarello
    I get [?] from [?]
    I get packages from Paris, drop that Fed-Ex on my name
    I get runway, off the runway, to the runway on the plane
    Told you we are not the same, see that Spider switchin’ lanes
    Give it some gas, look at the dash
    What’s is he doin’? He goin’ fast
    Look at the whip, look at him smash
    Look at him skrt, look at the cash
    It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s a man that’s gone insane
    He’s in stage in a straight jacket, this is not a game
    Yeah, lit like a candle, I been too much to handle
    This velvet jacket’s fragile
    ‘Kay, be careful when you handle, please
    Yeah, your hands look kind of dusty
    Please be careful how you touch me
    In Paris, out the country, ayy

    [Chorus: Vic Mensa]
    Aston Martin, push-button motor
    Migos on the ice, anti-sauna
    Go, oh, oh
    Floss, floss, let me see how you work
    You boys smokin’ dirt, we smokin’ Larry Bird
    Straitjacket, go berzerk
    Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse
    Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse
    Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse

    A$AP Ferg – Strive lyrics

    (feat. Missy Elliott)

    [Hook: A$AP Ferg]
    You can be you today, you can be you tonight
    Know you’re feelin’ really great, it’s gon’ be alright
    I can see it in your face and I know you wanna fly
    So get off your ass and create your life

    [Post-Hook: A$AP Ferg]
    Cause you’re missin’ opportunities
    I know you’re rich in opportunities
    And you’re missin’ opportunities
    I know you’re rich in opportunities
    Oh, oh, oh

    [Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
    Workin’ in Ben & Jerry’s, it was scary
    My life vision was blurry
    You got talent, why’s you here?
    I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, plus I am gettin’ a belly”
    I remember mama screamin’
    “You ain’t gon’ be like your Uncle Terry”
    Uncle Terry on the corner sellin’ rocks
    He don’t care what you tell him
    He a hustler, bad muddastrudda
    Ridin’ in a brand new Lex when he pull up
    He got a hood bitch from the block in the winter
    He pull up on her like, “Baby give me sugar, mane”
    Man I wish I shoulda, coulda, woulda
    Woulda put a hurtin’ on her if I hit her with the wood up
    She got me dreamin’
    When I get outta the hood, I’mma get me somethin’ better

    [Hook: A$AP Ferg]
    You can be you today, you can be you tonight
    Know you’re feelin’ really great, it’s gon’ be alright
    I can see it in your face and I know you wanna fly
    So get off your ass and create your life

    [Post-Hook: A$AP Ferg + Missy Elliott]
    Cause you’re missin’ opportunities
    I know you’re rich in opportunities
    And you’re missin’ opportunities
    I know you’re rich in opportunities
    Oh, oh, oh

    [Verse 2: Missy Elliott]
    In VA, where I stay
    They don’t play, they’ll tell you that to your face
    Collard greens, candied yams, potato salad
    Before you grub, better say your grace
    Auntie Jean was kinda mean, but she had dreams
    She used to sing like Tina Turner
    She said, “Bring my wig and bring my dress
    My high heel shoes from a Sunday mornin’ service”
    Aye, she said, “I’ll show y’all beginners”
    I’ll still whoop that ass with a switch and a splinter
    Pray for these tramps runnin’ round like a sinner
    Missy wanna be a star? Well tell her she’s a winner
    Ayeeee, she a bad lil’ sumn’
    Love how she dance like Michael Jackson
    Told me I would be number one
    Just be yourself, don’t be nothin’ like them

    [Hook: A$AP Ferg]
    You can be you today, you can be you tonight
    Know you’re feelin’ really great, it’s gon’ be alright
    I can see it in your face and I know you wanna fly
    So get off your ass and create your life

    [Post-Hook: A$AP Ferg]
    Cause you’re missin’ opportunities
    I know you’re rich in opportunities
    And you’re missin’ opportunities
    I know you’re rich in opportunities
    Oh, oh, oh

    Kris Wu – Deserve (Lido Remix) lyrics

    (feat. Travis Scott)

    [Intro: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yah

    [Verse 1: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
    I got all this money, so I know you won’t expect this (yahhh)
    Runnin’ on the low-low, but I know that you interested
    I just made a call, you and your girls is on the guest list (yah, yah)
    Maybe you’re still liquor, but I swear I wanna French kiss (it’s lit)
    And that body on you girl, I promise that’s impressive
    Rollie on my wrist, I’m trynna chill, but still I’m flexin’
    Baby, you a star and all these others girls is extras (yah)
    I been on the block, I’m trynna build with you like Tetris, oh (straight up)

    [Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
    Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
    Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
    Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
    You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

    [Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
    Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
    Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
    Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
    Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
    Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
    Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
    Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
    Baby, you deserve a song about you

    [Verse 2: Travis Scott & Kris Wu]
    I might write a song about you tonight (you tonight)
    You the perfect melody for the life (and what I like)
    Let me make you famous, Michael Jackson dangerous
    You my favorite song, add you to my playlist (oh)

    [Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott]
    Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
    Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
    Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh

    [Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both)]
    Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
    Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
    Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
    Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
    Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
    Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
    You don’t gotta sleep alone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
    Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

    [Bridge: Travis Scott & Kris Wu]
    Girl, you know that you a freak
    Shawty, you belong with me
    Let me get you in your zone
    Maybe we can take it home,
    Girl, you know that you a freak
    Shawty, you belong with me
    Let me get you in your zone
    Maybe we can take it home,

    [Outro: Kris Wu]
    Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah

    Lyrical TIP – Moreki Like lyrics

    [Verse 1]
    Now tell’em who the baddest/
    Michael Jackson yellow, the booty fat as a/mother that could never control her habits/
    Was a regular face at these beauty pageants/
    All the average dudes can handle/
    But they lacking the funds to produce and manage/
    The ambition of hunny to do the damage/
    In the land of ‘economic future status’/
    She got no money but she ball like that/
    Hunnids at the mall like that/
    All type stacks/
    Never with a card like that/
    Debit is a chore like that/
    All eyes back/
    Whenever she walk like that/stiletto and a jaw lie flat/
    All type kats/
    Saying that’s a broad I’d smash/
    Rich niggaz fall like that/raw type facts

    [Chorus]
    How many broke bitches in the building
    Still got a drink in they hand and straight chillin’ like…
    Moreki like!
    Woza x3
    Moreki like!
    Woza x3
    [Repeat Chorus]

    [Verse 2]
    Let’s get a round for the hunny at the back with the glasses sitting all alone… (Whaaat!)
    Let’s get a round for the hippie-type chick with the dreadlocks, ring in her nose… (Whaaat!)
    Let’s get a round for the yellow bone crew with the Gucci bags sitting on the throne… (Owww!)
    …of vip/
    The king I be/
    Before a nigga let you in let me see id/
    Man this nigga put it on with the figures/
    I’m talkin’ Dom Perignon type dealings/
    Man he buy a couple rounds for a giggle/
    Hand up on her thigh then he gone with the visit../
    And he made a young call when he did this/
    Sayin’ that he gone for the business/
    Took his wedding ring off for the killers/
    And he put it back on when he home with the Mrs

    Hook [Chorus]
    How many broke bitches in the building
    Still got a drink in they hand and straight chillin’ like…
    Moreki like!
    Woza x3
    Moreki like!
    Woza x3
    [Repeat Chorus x3]

    Big Flip Papi – Money On The Way lyrics

    Verse 1
    It’s Okayi got money on the way
    Chef it bag it up, yeah we hungry round the way
    We do it real right, round the clock all night
    That hustles in my blood, can’t get it out my life
    G5 whips the color of rose gold
    He fly switch, the phantom to the rose
    Bezel on the Rollie uh, looking so bold
    Back hammer out on homie, guaranteed your son will fold
    Oh forgive you me you don’t know?
    Whoaaa even Black Rob would say you got to go
    No! Big Flip Papi that nigga
    Call me Michael Jackson, with a million dollar zipper
    Tipper, I fell in love with a stripper
    Got money on the way, and she knows that I’m a hit her

    Hook
    It’s Okay I got money on the way
    Cop it off the lot got money on the way
    It’s okay I got money on the way
    Pop that Ciroc got money on the way
    It’s Okay I got money on the way
    Money, Money, got money on the way
    It’s Okay I got money on the way
    Drop them checks, got money on the way

    Verse 2
    It’s Okay I left the trap to the youngings
    They don’t play, steam the Mac if you fronting
    Flee dropping checks, and a nigga came from nothing
    Key round my neck, go getter, I ain’t stunting
    They see my respect, so they know I ain’t bluffing
    All them years locked up top, now I’m worth something
    Villas, yachts, double shots at the bar
    My hitters pop, licking shots at you frauds
    And we always got back up, when we fall
    Got money on the way, yeah, it’s knocking at my door
    Flew to Italy shopped at designer stores
    Bought her so many bags she ain’t even want more
    I’m living good now, no doubts, so sure
    Body bags at money banks, looking like a morgue
    She bounce to the beat, ass dropping to the floor
    Her money on the way
    You make it rain, we make it pour

    Hook
    It’s Okay I got money on the way
    Cop it off the lot got money on the way
    It’s okay I got money on the way
    Pop that Ciroc got money on the way
    It’s Okay I got money on the way
    Money, Money, got money on the way
    It’s Okay I got money on the way
    Drop them checks, got money on the way

    Ishawna Channels Michael Jackson For Raunchy New Single “Eat It”


    Ishawna is cuing up “Equal Rights” part two, a song tentatively titled “Eat It.”

    The female dancehall star ignited a heated debate in dancehall earlier this year with “Equal Rights” not just for its sexually explicit lyrics, but more for the message she is sending to the male fans in dancehall. Last weekend she previewed a new single that sounds more like a “Equal Rights” followup. The new single sampled Michael Jackson’s classic “Beat It” but Ishawn put a spin on it and say “Eat It.”

    “Ishawna “Equal Rights” Jackson Ladies should I release the full version? #EatIt,” she wrote on Instagram. Some of her fans are saying it’s time for her to move on to another topic, while others support the new single. “Too much about eatings now its time to tackle another topic, this kind a getting played out now Ishawna,” one fan wrote. Nevertheless, sources inside her circle confirmed with Dancehall HipHop that the new single could arrive as early as this week.

    Take a listen to the snippet below and leave your comment.

    Ishawna "Equal Rights" Jackson ??? Ladies should I release the full version?! ??? #EatIt

    A post shared by ISHAWNA (@mslegendary) on Nov 3, 2017 at 9:00am PDT

    NAUGHTY BOY – One Chance To Dance lyrics

    [Verse 1]
    I’m no professional dancer
    Baby, I ain’t no Michael Jackson
    But I would learn any move
    Get with any groove
    Just to dance with you
    I’ll let my feet do the talking
    I met her out when I’m walking
    Show you what I can do
    And you know it’s true
    When I dance with you

    [Chorus]
    Oh-oh-oh-oh, give me your hand
    Oh-oh-oh-oh, I’ll be who I am
    Oh-oh-oh-oh, I ain’t no Michael Jackson
    But give me one chance, one chance to dance

    [Post-Chorus]
    Oh-oh-oh-oh
    Give me one chance, one chance to dance
    Oh-oh-oh-oh
    Give me one chance, one chance to dance

    [Verse 2]
    I’m no professional dancer
    Baby, give me your answer
    I’ll practice everyday
    Don’t care what record plays
    When I dance with you
    You take the lead and I’ll follow
    I’ll take my pride and I’ll swallow
    May not have Jagger moves
    But I ain’t gonna lose
    When I dance with you

    [Chorus]
    Oh-oh-oh-oh, give me your hand
    I’ll be who I am
    Oh-oh-oh-oh, I ain’t no Michael Jackson
    But give me one chance, one chance to dance

    [Post-Chorus]
    Oh-oh-oh-oh
    Give me one chance, one chance to dance
    Oh-oh-oh-oh
    Give me one chance, one chance to dance

    [Bridge]
    And if I fall to my knees
    I won’t crumble and freeze
    I’ll pick myself up and I’ll try it again, and again until you see
    I’ll take you by the hand
    Just listen to me
    Oh baby, if you could just give me a half of a chance
    To make you understand
    I know exactly who I am
    I ain’t no Michael Jackson
    But give me one chance, one chance to dance

    [Post-Chorus]
    Give me one chance, one chance to dance
    Give me one chance, one chance to dance
    I ain’t no Michael Jackson
    But give me one chance, one chance to dance
    One chance, one chance to dance
    One chance, one chance to dance

    Kris Wu Ft. Travis Scott – Deserve Lyrics

    (Intro: Kris Wu & Travis Scott)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yah

    (Verse 1: Kris Wu & Travis Scott)
    I got all this money, so I know you won’t expect this (yahhh)
    Runnin’ on the low-low, but I know that you interested
    I just made a call, you and your girls is on the guest list (yah, yah)
    Maybe you’re still liquor, but I swear I wanna French kiss (it’s lit)
    And that body on you girl, I promise that’s impressive
    Rollie on my wrist, I’m trynna chill, but still I’m flexin’
    Baby, you a star and all these others girls is extras (yah)
    I been on the block, I’m trynna build with you like Tetris, oh (straight up)

    (Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott)
    Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
    Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
    Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
    You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

    (Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both))
    Girl, you know that you’re a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
    Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
    Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
    Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
    Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
    Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
    Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
    Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

    (Verse 2: Travis Scott & Kris Wu)
    I might write a song about you tonight (you tonight)
    You the perfect melody for the life (and what I like)
    Let me make you famous, Michael Jackson dangerous
    You my favorite song, add you to my playlist (oh)

    (Pre-Chorus: Kris Wu & Travis Scott)
    Listen, listen, know you trippin’, trippin’, you won’t catch me slippin’, oh (yah, yah)
    Racks on me, spend it all on you, I ain’t scared of tippin’, oh
    Facts on me, I ain’t spittin’ fiction, say it with conviction, oh
    You a vixen, I been checkin’ for you, don’t know what you missin’ (yeah, yeah)

    (Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both))
    Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
    Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know it all)
    Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (all day, all night)
    Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh)
    Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
    Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
    You don’t gotta sleep alone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
    Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

    (Bridge: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both))
    Girl, you know that you a freak
    Shawty, you belong with me
    Let me get you in your zone
    Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah

    (Chorus: Travis Scott & Kris Wu (both))
    Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah (I know, I know)
    Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
    Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah (alright, alright)
    Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah (song)

    (Outro: Kris Wu)
    Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah

    Talib Kweli & Styles P – Last Ones (The Seven Album)

    (Yeah)
    (What’s Happenin’?)
    (What’s Happenin’?)
    (What’s up, what’s happenin, what’s up?)

    [Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
    All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
    These haters prayin’ they can celebrate the last one’s death
    None of them niggas in my class that couldn’t pass one test
    But that’s what happens when you rappin’ on a [?] depth
    I never chat shit
    The flow bat-shit, it’s major league
    Major Keys like Khaled (it’s accurate)
    Recognize a dime when you pass it
    With this weapon I’s rhymin’, I’m an assassin
    Put nine minutes to the casket, you bastards
    Stare in the abyss and the Leviathan (oh yea)
    You say a prayer for the dying men
    Looking for that pleasure but you findin’ sin
    Can’t be scared to take a loss if you tryin’ to win

    [Verse 2: Styles P]
    Recognize greatness, tenacious
    Gracious, mark of design, the new Matrix
    I can make Dr. Strange brain look basic
    MCs on the dinner menu and I ain’t ate shit
    Who’s the entree? I’m a giant like Andre
    You just an appetizer, weak rapper in harm’s way
    These elite rhymes, prayers and peace signs
    Staring at the air, fled the joint, hope the beast died
    Icy ass road, no brakes let the Jeep slide
    Playing hide and seek with my sleep, where did he hide?
    Popular, hook philosopher since knee high
    Ironic, I really ran with the wolves at G high
    You ain’t hearing me, higher power preparing me
    To have a higher power in rap for transparency
    I’m clear to you, I’m here with you
    High and in the cloud, I should put it in the air for you

    [Hook: Talib Kweli & Styles P]
    All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
    All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
    (Last ones, left right)
    (Last ones, left right)
    All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
    All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
    (Last ones, left right)
    (Last ones, left right)
    (Last ones)

    [Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
    Paint it like I’m JJ, for real I’m not for play play
    If I work then I get paid, they whip them slaves like the nae nae
    I’m smashin’ ’em if you askin’ ’em what’s happenin’ and they say
    I’m original, you a re-run, Dwayne hey hey hey
    Do the rise got my squad information like what bae say
    I seen my brother you got to be more specific when you say bae
    A spark like a melee, feelings I don’t placate
    Give a fuck what Michael Jackson and Paul McCartney say say say
    Fuck the KKK, respect the family, me and you got a play date
    I’ll send you to hell and Satan will be your playmate
    O-K-K, like Lil Scrappy but pay attention to what they say
    Sound like some old "catch me on payday" type niggas who like to get missin’
    Nah, pay what you want (cough it up), but you ain’t the homie, now you don’t know me
    Hip-hop on my shoulders like the demons or the sheriff
    Or the stick you use for measurin’, way too sick for medicine

    [Hook: Talib Kweli & Styles P]
    All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
    All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
    (Last ones, left right)
    (Last ones, left right)
    All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
    All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
    (Last ones, left right)
    (Last ones, left right)

    [Verse 4: Styles P]
    All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
    Hatin’ cocksuckers hope I see the flash one night
    ‘Bout peace but I’ma grab my mask tonight
    Man standin’, I’ma be the last one right
    I rhyme wicked, I sit still, my mind vivid
    Analyze the times and all of the signs with it
    Pump fake the snakes and the rats and the swine with ’em
    Smoke watch stars and go on the line with ’em, ghost

    [Outro]
    Oh, that my words were written
    Oh, that they were inscribed in a book
    Oh, that with an iron pen and lead they were engraved in the rock forever
    Whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just
    Whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable
    If there is any excellence, if there is anything worth of praise
    Think about these things

    Jacquees – B.E.D.

    I know you wanna love
    But I just wanna fuck
    And girl you know the deal
    I gotta keep it real
    I know you wanna see
    I know you wanna be
    In my B-E-D, grinding slowly
    I know you wanna love
    But I just wanna fuck
    And girl you know the deal
    I gotta keep it real
    I know you wanna see
    I know you wanna be
    In my B-E-D, grinding slowly
    Ay, what it is what you wanna know?
    I done ripped about a hundred shows
    You’ll be coming back to me
    Ay, you’ll be coming back to me
    Always worried ’bout them other hoes
    And you’ll be on me when the money flows
    And they be looking out for Quees
    And they be looking out for Quees
    Bitch bad, no Kanye
    When we do it, do it our way
    2015 Wanya
    I don’t give no damn ’bout what ya mom say
    Rollie wrist, I’m the shit
    Twenty one with no kids
    ‘Bout to rain on a bitch (what)
    I’ma rain on a bitch
    I know you wanna love
    But I just wanna fuck
    And girl you know the deal
    I gotta keep it real
    I know you wanna see
    I know you wanna be
    In my B-E-D, grinding slowly
    I know you wanna love
    But I just wanna fuck
    And girl you know the deal
    I gotta keep it real
    I know you wanna see
    I know you wanna be
    In my B-E-D, grinding slowly
    Baby girl, she the action
    Don’t know why you actin
    She on ready-set-go, she will never let go
    Need it all, fuck a fraction
    Know she think I’m Michael Jackson
    Billie Jean, moon walk
    I need the front and the back end
    She in love with the fashion
    But she in love with the flashin’
    Bitch, this ain’t ya money
    Bitch, I spend it on you ‘cause you know I have it
    With my woes in the six
    Ex hoes, yeah, they sick
    I’ma rain on a bitch
    Let me rain on a bitch
    I know you wanna love
    But I just wanna fuck
    And girl you know the deal
    I gotta keep it real
    I know you wanna see
    I know you wanna be
    In my B-E-D, grinding slowly
    I know you wanna love
    But I just wanna fuck
    And girl you know the deal
    I gotta keep it real
    I know you wanna see
    I know you wanna be
    In my B-E-D, grinding slowly
    Rollie wrist, I’m the shit
    Twenty one with no kids
    I’ma rain on a bitch
    ‘Bout to rain on a bitch
    Rollie wrist, I’m the shit
    Twenty one with no kids
    I’ma rain on a bitch
    ‘Bout to rain on a bitch
    Rollie wrist, I’m the shit
    Twenty one with no kids
    I’ma rain on a bitch
    ‘Bout to rain on a bitch
    Rollie wrist, I’m the shit
    Twenty one with no kids
    I’ma rain on a bitch
    ‘Bout to rain on a bitch

    Young Thug, 2 Chainz, Wiz Khalifa & PnB Rock – Gang Up

    [Intro: PnB Rock]
    Oh yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

    [Hook: PnB Rock]
    I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
    Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
    You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
    Bet your hoe, she know us
    ‘Cause you know we blowed up
    We stay down
    And came up, and came up
    We stay down
    We came up, the gang up

    [Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
    2 Chainz (Yeah)
    I’m a villainous winner
    With precision, I’m killing
    Represent the religion
    Ended up independent
    Took my car to the clinic
    Let ’em check all the vitals
    Middle finger to rivals
    Michael Jackson, my idol
    Still ducked in a pie hole
    Talk to the plug, every day except Cinco de Mayo
    I still got me a Carlo
    Still got money, Carlo
    Your car running so bad, it stink up to your parlor
    Call my rollie a Ralo
    Call my AP a app
    I ain’t talking seat-belts when I say that I’m strapped
    I’m in love with my side hoe
    I sneak up through the side door
    I’ma show you what we ride for
    I’ma show you what we die for

    [Hook: PnB Rock]
    I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
    Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
    You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
    Bet your hoe, she know us
    ‘Cause you know we blowed up
    We stay down
    And came up, and came up
    We stay down
    We came up, the gang up

    [Verse 2: Young Thug]
    I’m in my same lane, lane that ain’t gon’ ever change up
    I blow the brain out the range like a Taz Angel
    Here’s R.I.P. to Paul Walker homie, he gotta stand up
    We had you main on us, no we got stains on us
    And all we gotta do is stay down and come up while they flexin’ (What we gotta do?)
    Yeah, I got her Indian and she Western
    Yeah, just say so, money your best friend
    Then that fast and furious started nesting
    Say I’m bout to go take off on you (Take off on you)
    Is staying, is you rolling like a scroller? yes you are
    Your ready to take off like a 1980 Coke
    He know that Instagram shit, are you gon’ post that

    [Hook: PnB Rock]
    I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
    Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
    You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
    Bet your hoe, she know us
    ‘Cause you know we blowed up
    We stay down
    And came up, and came up
    We stay down
    We came up, the gang up

    [Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
    Yeah, I’m always with my gang
    We always ready to ride ‘case for the squad, we’ll do anything
    Stay down, we’ll never change
    We always gon’ stay the same
    Put you in check, when you outta place
    I try to tell ’em not to mess with my gang, gang, gang
    We do what we gotta do and don’t complain-plain-plain
    I’m on the road, I’m probably fresh up off the plane, plane, plane
    Know you heard about me, I do my thang, thang, thang
    I got the world on my back
    I put your girl on her back
    I did it all on my own
    Now there ain’t no turning back
    And my whole squad got my back
    And shawty so bad, I asked her if she repped the gang, she said "Facts"
    Gang, gang, gang

    [Hook: PnB Rock]
    I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
    Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
    You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
    Bet your hoe, she know us
    ‘Cause you know we blowed up
    We stay down
    And came up, and came up
    We stay down
    We came up, the gang up

    Gang up – Young Thug feat. Wiz Khalifa lyrics

    Lyrics Young Thug – Gang up

    I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
    Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
    You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
    Bet your hoe, she know us
    ‘Cause you know we blowed up
    We stay down
    And crame up, and came up
    We stay down
    We came up, the gang up.

    2 Chaiiiinz (Yeahhh)
    I’m a villanious winner
    With precision, I’m killing
    We resent the religion
    Ended up independent
    Took my car to the clinic
    Let ’em check all the vitals
    Middle finger to rivals
    Michael Jackson, my idol
    Still ducked in a pie hole
    Told to the plug, everyday except cinco de mayo
    I still got me a Carlo
    Still got money, Carlo
    Your car running so bad, it stink up to your parlour
    Call my rollie a Ralo
    Call my AP a app
    I ain’t talking seat-belts when I say that I’m strapped
    I’m in love with my side hoe
    I sneak up through the side door
    I’ma show you what we ride for
    I’ma show you what we die for.

    I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
    Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
    You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
    Bet your hoe, she know us
    ‘Cause you know we blowed up
    We stay down
    And came up, and came up
    We stay down
    We came up, the gang up.

    I’m in my same lane, lane that ain’t gon’ ever change up
    I blow the brain out the range like a tasandra
    Here’s R.I.P. to Paul Walker homie, he gotta stand up
    We had you main on us, no we got stains on us
    And all we gotta do is stay down and come up while they flexin’ (What we gotta do)
    Yeah, I got her Indian and she Western
    Yeah, just say so, money your best friend
    Then that fast and furious started nesting
    Say I’m bout to go take off on you (Take off on you)
    Is staying, is you rolling like a scroller? yes you are
    Your ready to take off like a 1980 Coke
    He know that Instagram shit, all you gon’ post that.

    I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
    Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
    You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
    Bet your hoe, she know us
    ‘Cause you know we blowed up
    We stay down
    And came up, and came up
    We stay down
    We came up, the gang up.

    Yeah, I’m always with my gang
    We always ready to ride for the squad, we’ll do anything
    Stay down, we’ll never change
    We always gon’ stay the same
    Put you in check, when you outta place
    I try to tell ’em not to mess with my gang, gang, gang
    We do what we gotta do and don’t complain-plain-plain
    I’m on the road, I’m probably fresh up off the plane, plane, plane
    Know you heard about me, I do my thang, thang, thang
    I got the world on my back versuri-lyrics.info
    I put your girl on her back
    I did it all on my own
    Now there ain’t no turning back
    And my whole squad got my back
    And shawty so bad, I asked her if she repped the gang, she said “Facts”
    Gang, gang, gang.

    I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
    Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
    You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
    Bet your hoe, she know us
    ‘Cause you know we blowed up
    We stay down
    And came up, and came up
    We stay down
    We came up, the gang uppp.
    Young Thug lyrics
    Video up

    A. Chal – To The Light

    [Intro]
    I found a way, to that light
    Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
    I said I found a way, to that light
    To that light, I got it right

    [Chorus]
    I said I found a way, to that light
    Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
    I said I found a way, to that light
    To that light, I got it right
    I said I found a way, to that light
    Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
    I said I found a way, to that light
    To that light, to that light

    [Verse 1]
    Blowin’ all this cash on the things that never last
    I don’t want it, you can have it
    Countin’ up this bag while I’m smokin’ out the bag
    With my brother, yo roll another
    Eyes bloodshed, marijuana
    Starin’ at the eyes of my karma
    I’m open, Michael Jackson and Nirvana
    I’m tryna find my way to my dogma

    [Chorus]
    I said I found a way, to that light
    Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
    I said I found a way, to that light
    To that light, I got it right
    I said I found a way, to that light
    Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
    I said I found a way, to that light
    To that light, I got it right

    [Verse 2]
    Now I see the signs, that’s why I’m pressin’ decline
    When you call me, ain’t tryna hear it (hello?)
    I turn to the guy that you said I couldn’t ride
    Like it’s magic, I’m disappearin’
    Head lookin’ down at my collar
    I’ve been doin’ things how I wanna
    Focused on the fam in mi casa
    What you talkin’ ’bout? What you fall off?

    [Chorus]
    I said I found a way, to that light
    Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
    I said I found a way, to that light
    To that light, I got it right
    I said I found a way, to that light
    Fuck the money, I found the li-ight
    I said I found a way, to that light
    To that light, I got it right

    Future – Incredible Lyrics

    [Intro]
    It’s a light day
    Ain’t got on nothin’ but about $700 thousand worth
    That’s it
    You know what I’m sayin’?

    [Verse 1]
    I was havin’ trust issues
    But I’ve been havin’ way better luck since you
    I know it’s true love with you
    Told myself I don’t wanna fall in love with you
    Rollin’ on the eway speedin’
    Friday, just started the weekend
    XO textin’, you respondin’
    We gon’ go crazy with this money
    We do hot yoga, 92 degrees
    Can you stretch it out? Stretch it out for me
    I got somewhere to be, but it’s hard to leave
    When you do it like you mean it, I’m proceedin’
    Is you the one? Is you the one?
    Then she looked me in my eyes
    Told me, “Fuck them pussy niggas
    They ain’t ridin’ ’cause I’m ridin’
    And I’m dyin’ for you, baby”
    Got me feelin’

    [Chorus]
    In-incredible
    In-in-incredible
    In-in-incredible
    Incredible

    [Verse 2]
    We can do exactly what you like, baby
    And it’s all on me
    We can take Vicodin tonight, baby
    It’s all on me
    We been textin’ back and forth
    Now it’s time to get it crackin’
    Girl take it all out, ’cause I know you active
    Did you come to talk or is you ’bout that action?
    Diamonds on my neck, moonwalkin’, Michael Jackson
    I’ma have your body sweatin’ like you dipped in baby oil
    I’ma do whatever it’s gon’ take to keep my baby spoiled
    I’ma do whatever it’s gon’ take to shake these haters off
    Put it off, fuck the cops
    I just wanna show you off
    I can see your flaws, she gon’ take me how I am
    Hit it from the back, girl you know I’m goin’ ham
    Fuck the pigs, girl you got me feelin’ like the man
    Yeah, yeah

    [Chorus]
    In-in-incredible
    In-in-incredible
    In-in-incredible
    Incredible
    Yeah, yeah
    Way you move your body, girl I’ll give you an advance
    Know you, girl, you fuckin’ with a full-grown man
    The way you move your body, I’ma have a change of plans
    In-in-in-incredible
    In-in-incredible
    In-in-incredible
    Incredible
    Yeah, yeah

    [Verse 3]
    I’ma have your body sweatin’ like you dipped in baby oil
    I’ma do whatever it take to keep my fuckin’ baby sprung
    I’ma do whatever it takes to shake these fuckin’ bitches off
    I’ma do whatever it takes and you gon’ be my personal
    Dance, dance, girl you dancin’ like you strippin’ for this gold
    Romance and we’ve all done been here before
    But your passion, I hear it when you’re talkin’
    We ain’t clashin’, you quiet when I’m talkin’
    Put them diamonds on you, have ’em Billie Jean moonwalkin’
    Put them diamonds on you, have ’emmmmm moonwalkin’
    You get into everything exclusively, I’m honest
    We don’t need nobody comin’ in between this money
    These niggas already tryna invade the embassy
    Good thing I changed and you got that remedy
    The best thing about you, oh you’re that far from me
    You a star to me

    [Chorus]
    In-in-incredible
    In-in-incredible
    In-in-incredible
    Incredible
    Yeah, yeah
    Way you move your body, girl I’ll give you an advance
    Know you, girl, you fuckin’ with a full-grown man
    The way you move your body, I’ma have a change of plans
    In-in-in-incredible
    In-in-incredible
    In-in-incredible
    Incredible
    In-in-incredible
    In-in-incredible
    In-in-incredible
    Incredible
    Yeah, yeah

    Busted – Year 3000

    One day when I came home at lunchtime I heard a funny noise
    Went out to the backyard to find out if it was one of those rowdy boys
    Stood there was my neighbor called Peter and a flux capacitor

    He told me he’d built a time machine like one in a film I’ve seen yeah, yeah

    He said
    I’ve been to the year 3000
    Not much has changed but they lived underwater
    And your great, great, great-granddaughter is pretty fine (Is pretty fine)

    He took me to the future in the flux thing and I saw everything
    Boy bands and another one and another one and another one
    Triple breasted women swim around town totally naked

    We drove around in the time machine like one in a film I’ve seen Yeah, yeah

    He said
    I’ve been to the year 3000
    Not much has changed but they lived underwater
    And your great, great, great-granddaughter is pretty fine (Is pretty fine)

    I took a trip to the year 3000
    This song had gone multi-platinum
    Everybody bought our seventh album
    It had outsold Michael Jackson
    I took a trip to the year 3000
    this song had gone multi-platinum
    Everybody bought our seventh album

    We drove around in the time machine like one in a film I’ve seen
    Yeah, yeah

    I’ve been to the year 3000
    Not much has changed but they lived underwater
    And your great, great, great-granddaughter is pretty fine
    She’s pretty fine

    He said
    I’ve been to the year 3000
    Not much has changed but they lived underwater
    And your great, great, great-granddaughter is pretty fine

    Jacquees – Supposed Too (feat. Birdman) (Since You Playin Album)

    [Intro]
    (Rich Gang)
    Ah
    You know we goin’ up
    Gotta keep goin’ up
    Can’t stop goin’ up
    (Beezo) Uh!
    What you do?
    This

    [Hook]
    Ran it up like I’m supposed to
    Do it big like him supposed to
    Stay down like I’m supposed to
    Dab there like I’m supposed to
    Secure the swag like I’m supposed to
    Secure the bag like I’m supposed to
    I’m Michael Jackson wit a gold tooth
    I caught the wave, what they gon’ do?
    Pussy nigga ion know you
    Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
    Hoho whoa
    Hoho whoa
    Pussy nigga ion ion know you
    Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
    Hoho whoa (I got ’em)
    Hoho whoa

    [Verse 1]
    I push the lambo and it’s drop top
    I got them dreads bitch I’m a mop top
    I’m fine shoots at all the side talk
    These diamonds shine look like the stars out
    You play with me gon’ show up at ya mom house
    Everything goes once the goons out
    Damn it I put a bad bitch on a mission
    Show her the playlist shawty go and get it
    Double the profit now we gotta spend it
    Pour up some G you know it keep her litty
    Singin’ to her like I’m Otis
    I hit the lil’ one and I hit the oldest
    I just went from the shower to the boldest
    Birdman the hottest bitch I be the coldest
    Playin’ the game I’m winnin’ me some tokens
    Money make all the bitches be important
    But I ain’t got time for them hoes
    Drop a dime on them hoes

    [Hook]
    Ran it up like I’m supposed to
    Do it big like him supposed to
    Stay down like I’m supposed to
    Dab there like I’m supposed to
    Secure the swag like I’m supposed to
    Secure the bag like I’m supposed to
    I’m Michael Jackson wit a gold tooth
    I caught the wave, what they gon’ do?
    Pussy nigga ion know you
    Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
    Hoho whoa
    Hoho whoa
    Pussy nigga ion ion know you
    Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
    Hoho whoa (Yeah)
    Hoho whoa

    [Verse 2: Birdman]
    Pussy nigga we showed you
    Spend a band and we fold a few
    Bitch know I control you
    We livin’ life and high road too
    Put it down ion know you
    Ace nigga wit the chrome trigga
    Ship a thousand gram and we load you
    Slanted eyes, side view
    Strap it up if they size you
    These bitches see that we glow nigga
    Get money nigga and we high too
    Big money fo’ sho nigga
    If you ridin’ the wave then we don’ know you
    Hunnid g’s with hunnid keys
    But a hunnid B’s in them Bentley coupes
    That big money, no fake cake
    Big money wit paper plates
    86 we 88
    Jumped out we cleared the plates
    Aired off, steak plates
    Long sticks, banana plates
    Hunnid g’s wit a hunnid ways
    Wit a bad bitch wit a pretty face

    [Hook]
    Ran it up like I’m supposed to
    Do it big like him supposed to
    Stay down like I’m supposed to
    Dab there like I’m supposed to
    Secure the swag like I’m supposed to
    Secure the bag like I’m supposed to
    I’m Michael Jackson wit a gold tooth
    I caught the wave, what they gon’ do?
    Pussy nigga ion know you
    Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
    Hoho whoa
    Hoho whoa
    Pussy nigga ion ion know you
    Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
    Hoho whoa
    Hoho whoa

    Jacquees – Supposed Too Lyrics

    [Intro]
    (Rich Gang)
    Ah
    You know we goin’ up
    Gotta keep goin’ up
    Can’t stop goin’ up
    (Beezo) Uh!
    What you do?
    This

    [Hook]
    Ran it up like I’m supposed to
    Do it big like him supposed to
    Stay down like I’m supposed to
    Dab there like I’m supposed to
    Secure the swag like I’m supposed to
    Secure the bag like I’m supposed to
    I’m Michael Jackson wit a gold tooth
    I caught the wave, what they gon’ do?
    Pussy nigga ion know you
    Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
    Hoho whoa
    Hoho whoa
    Pussy nigga ion ion know you
    Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
    Hoho whoa (I got ’em)
    Hoho whoa

    [Verse 1]
    I push the lambo and it’s drop top
    I got them dreads bitch I’m a mop top
    I’m fine shoots at all the side talk
    These diamonds shine look like the stars out
    You play with me gon’ show up at ya mom house
    Everything goes once the goons out
    Damn it I put a bad bitch on a mission
    Show her the playlist shawty go and get it
    Double the profit now we gotta spend it
    Pour up some G you know it keep her litty
    Singin’ to her like I’m Otis
    I hit the lil’ one and I hit the oldest
    I just went from the shower to the ?
    Birdman the hottest bitch I be the coldest
    Playin’ the game I’m winnin’ me some tokens
    Money make all the bitches be important
    But I ain’t got time for them hoes
    Drop a dime on them hoes

    [Hook]
    Ran it up like I’m supposed to
    Do it big like him supposed to
    Stay down like I’m supposed to
    Dab there like I’m supposed to
    Secure the swag like I’m supposed to
    Secure the bag like I’m supposed to
    I’m Michael Jackson wit a gold tooth
    I caught the wave, what they gon’ do?
    Pussy nigga ion know you
    Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
    Hoho whoa
    Hoho whoa
    Pussy nigga ion ion know you
    Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
    Hoho whoa (Yeah)
    Hoho whoa

    [Verse 2: Birdman]
    Pussy nigga we showed you
    Spend a band and we fold a few
    Bitch know I control you
    We livin’ life and high road too
    Put it down ion know you
    Ace nigga wit the chrome trigga
    Ship a thousand gram and we load you
    Slanted eyes, side view
    Strap it up if they size you
    These bitches see that we glow nigga
    Get money nigga and we high too
    Big money fo’ sho nigga
    If you ridin’ the wave then we don’ know you
    Hunnid g’s with hunnid keys
    But a hunnid B’s in them Bentley coupes
    That big money, no fake cake
    Big money wit paper plates
    86 we 88
    Jumped out we cleared the plates
    Aired off, steak plates
    Long sticks, banana plates
    Hunnid g’s wit a hunnid ways
    Wit a bad bitch wit a pretty face

    [Hook]
    Ran it up like I’m supposed to
    Do it big like him supposed to
    Stay down like I’m supposed to
    Dab there like I’m supposed to
    Secure the swag like I’m supposed to
    Secure the bag like I’m supposed to
    I’m Michael Jackson wit a gold tooth
    I caught the wave, what they gon’ do?
    Pussy nigga ion know you
    Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
    Hoho whoa
    Hoho whoa
    Pussy nigga ion ion know you
    Hoho whoa (Rich Gang)
    Hoho whoa
    Hoho whoa

    Egg beater – Peewee Longway lyrics

    Lyrics Peewee Longway – Egg beater

    Uhhhhh c-note longway cassidy jay sucker
    5 finger egg beater

    Dunking pounds of draymond green
    curry keys shooting three’s
    put my Michael Jackson glove on breaking down the sleeve
    5 finger egg beater seen call your house yo deed
    5 finger egg beater whipping up that Mona Lisa
    5 finger egg beater trick em in the pot for mon lisa

    5 finger beater flipping dope with a spatula
    1000-8grams getting them from the pastor
    curry keys shooting 3s rose gold forges on a raptor crawling like a f*cking tarantula
    dunking pounds of that draymond green
    all these guts fill with maybulean
    c-lo got me back to serving lean im no freshman on double Xl magazine
    i go to the bay and get me fresh OG
    im on packs of pharo with like 2 freaks
    5 finger beater get a 10 a key
    ya them balmains stuffed with them Benjamin’s
    balmain boots look like they timberlands
    sipping that act nd that tuss in that pingenan
    my b*tch say my nut taste like some M&Ms
    MrBlueBenjamin f*cked up my kidney system lets get it

    Dunking pounds of draymond green
    curry keys shooting 3s
    put my Michael Jackson glove on breaking down the sleeve
    5 finger egg beater seen call your house yo deed
    5 finger egg beater whipping up that Mona Lisa
    5 finger egg beater trick em in the pot for mon lisa

    Ace-Loaded cashed out on Keshia
    jugging panda bears in my new Kon Yezzeys
    Told me bring back some shit make her pussy drip
    Keep that WI-FI on me with a extra clip making big plays big flips
    Got big drugs good base Blue print like Jay-Z im the man in the trunk with funnel Cake
    5 finger beater cooking dope up at the dinner date
    Water whipping the way a nigga wrist penetrate
    Reversible clip on them AKs
    Cameras in the rear of the coupe for the f*ck niggas
    Arizona plug selling bags of the swag
    Stand up in the motor pas the gas
    b*tch put them bowls in a plastic bag
    Send a box to my granny nd a box to my grand-daddy scrambled some eggs nd got right back it

    Dunking pounds of draymond green
    curry keys shooting 3s
    put my Michael Jackson glove on breaking down the sleeve
    5 finger egg beateeer seen call your house yo deed
    5 finger egg beateeer whipping up that Mona Lisa
    5 finger egg beater trick em in the pot for mon lisaaa.
    Peewee Longway lyrics
    Video beater

    Pink Guy – Nickelodeon Girls (Pink Season Album)

    [Intro]
    (Hello, Nickelodeon headquarters)
    Hi, sorry to disturb you this late in the night
    I have a serious inquiry directed toward Nickelodeon
    My question is WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?
    You know y’all used to have some fire bitches
    When I turn on the TV I’m trying to see my favorite bitches
    Zoey101? Jennette McCurdy? Oh my God
    And now all you got is these preteens
    Bruh, I’m not a pedo
    I’m not trying to look at these little kids and get aroused
    Now I can’t watch Nickelodeon with my dick in my hand anymore
    Now I’m fucking upset
    This is some fucking bullshit

    [Verse]
    Dan Schneider
    Bring all my bitches back
    I need all my bitches, I need all my bitches
    The new shit you put out is wack
    Dan Schneider
    I’m just trying to get an erection
    But now that these kids looking 13 and under
    My penis will suffer

    Dan fucking Schneider (Schneider)
    This ain’t a fucking game, bitch
    I wanna watch a sitcom
    With my hand on my dick
    I wanna see a titty (titty)
    Not fucking kid shit
    Return all the hot chicks
    Or you gon get it bitch

    ICarly, iCarly
    I don’t care if you look like Michael Jackson
    As long as you giving me action
    And Freddy gon’ film the reaction
    Sam gonna join in
    And suck me a fat one
    Nickelodeon girls
    Can’t live without ’em (whew)

    Ariana Grande
    I know I drive a Hyundai
    I can put you in a coma
    Have brunch on a Sunday (fancy)
    My dick put you in a coffin
    All night screaming and tossing
    Victoria Justice
    I know you tryna touch this

    Lizzie McGuire is tight
    But I bet Zoey’s tighter
    You can find me in her bed
    Digging through that vaginer
    Amanda Bynes, you a little bit crazy
    But you can still have my babies (whew)
    Go down like a dog with the rabies
    Y’all can’t save me

    Uh, a little bit of weed, hard liquor for the ladies
    Got me feeling like a young Dan Schneider from the 80’s
    With a Jewish law firm and an all black Mercedes
    She playing with the balls like Brady (ay)
    Fuck off with the shitty little kids with their stupid shit
    I only wanna see the ones with a body fit
    And I don’t want to be the one to be a little bitch about it
    But I’m just saying what everybody is thinking (hahahahaha)
    Where the titties at?
    Dan Schneider why you ruining your business?
    You realize I’d probably buy cable if you keep all the girls
    And the ratings all stable
    Cuz I ain’t tryin to see a young baby in the cradle
    Cuz I’m not a pedophile
    I’m not trying to see that shit (c’mon man)

    The girls I have sexualized are all in their 20’s and 30’s
    (Disclaimer!)
    I’m not saying you should change all the bitches
    But at least something after 10:30 (30!)

    Dan Schneider
    Bring all my bitches back
    I need all my bitches, I need all my bitches
    I need all my bitches back

    I love you Dan Schneider, just please bring them back

    Twista – Slow Jamz (feat. Kanye West & Jamie Foxx)

    [Luther Vandross]
    Are you gonna be
    Say that you’re gonna be

    [Jamie Foxx]
    Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh…

    [Jamie Foxx – Chorus]
    She said she wants some Marvin Gaye, some Luther Vandross, a little Anita, will definitely set this party off right
    (Are u gonna be, are u gonna be, are u gonna be, are you gonna be are you gonna be, well well well well well)
    She said she want some Ready for the World, some New Edition, some Minnie Ripperton, and definitely set this party off right
    (Are u gonna be, are u gonna be, are u gonna be, are you gonna be are you gonna be, well well well well well)

    [Kanye West]
    I told her to drive over in your new whip
    Bring some friends you cool with
    Imma bring da cool whip
    Then I want you to strip
    See you is my new chick
    So we get our grind on
    She be grabbin, callin me Biggie like Shine home
    Man I swear she fine homes
    Why she always lying though
    Tellin me them diamonds when she know they rhinestones
    She got a light skinned friend look like Michael Jackson
    Got a dark skinned friend look like Michael Jackson
    I play ‘Ready for the World’ – she was ready for some action
    My dawg said you aint no freak, so you got to prove my man wrong
    I’m a play this Vandross
    You gon’ take your pants off
    Imma play this Gladys Knight
    Me and you gon’ get right

    [Chorus X2]

    [Twista]
    Got you lookin at the gliss at my hands and wrists
    While i’m layin back smokin on my canibus
    When it come to rockin the rythm like Marvin and Luther
    I can tell you aint no messin with Kan-man and Twist
    From the Chi and I be
    Sippin Hennessy
    Play some R&B
    Tryina smoke a B
    Lookin properly
    Feelin on a G?
    And always (Well Well Well Well Well)
    Come with me and sip on some Evelyn Champagne
    You aint know Twista can work it like the Whispers
    Hit the stop light, get into some Isaac
    The rims still moving so I’m bumping a little spinners
    While I’m
    Smokin on a B
    Dippin through the streets
    Bumpin R&B
    And I got to leave
    something to the 23’s?
    And I do it (well well well well well)
    When my earth and the wind smoke a fire
    Let me when get your sheets wet listening to Keith Sweat
    Put you in a daze for maze
    Fullfilling our every temptation slow jamming having deep sex
    You ready for the world girl
    Come on over make me touch you all over your body baby don’t say no to me
    An every moment you controllin’ me I’m lovin the way you be holding me when I be listening to Jodeci
    And when I come over and bend your ass
    You be bumpin Teddy Pendergrass
    I’da hit it from the back to the melody to roll it slow
    Now I gotta go up in it fast, but imma finish last
    No matter how much of a thug you see
    I still spit it like it’s R&B, so to the club with me
    And with some Luther come on and hope you finna and stilla be in love with me

    [chorus X2]

    [Twista]
    Baby drop another slow jam
    And all us lovers need hold hands
    And if you aint got no man hop up in my Brougham
    I keep it pimpin like an old man
    You gots to roll with the plan
    Cuz after that then I
    Take it to the dome
    Then I got to bone
    Stay up in the zone
    Got to get you home
    Gotta run up on
    And I do it (well well well well well)
    Baby drop another slow jam
    And all us lovers need hold hands
    And if you aint got no man hop up on my brohem
    I keep it pimpin like an old man
    You gots to roll with the plan
    Cuz after that then I
    Take you to my home
    And we could get it on
    Disconnect the phone
    Just to get you goin’
    Tryina make you moan
    And I do it (well well well well well)

    Frank Ocean – Pink + White (Blonde Album)

    [Intro: Frank Ocean]
    Yeah, yeah oh
    Yeah, yeah yeah

    [Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
    That’s the way everyday goes
    Every time we have no control
    If the sky is pink and white
    If the ground is black and yellow
    It’s the same way you showed me
    Nod my head, don’t close my eyes
    Halfway on a slow move
    It’s the same way you showed me
    If you could fly then you’d feel south
    Up north’s getting cold soon
    The way it is, we’re on land
    So I’m someone to hold true
    Keep you cool when it’s still alive
    Won’t let you down when it’s all ruin
    [Hook: Frank Ocean]
    Just the same way you showed me, showed me
    You showed me love
    Glory from above
    Regard my dear
    It’s all downhill from here

    [Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
    In the wake of a hurricane
    Dark skin of a summer shade
    Nose dive in the flood lines
    Tall tower of milk crates
    It’s the same way you showed me
    Cannonball off the porch side
    Older kids trying off the roof
    Just the same way you showed me (you showed)
    If you could die and come back to life
    Up for air from the swimming pool
    You’d kneel down to the dry land
    Kiss the Earth that birthed you
    Gave you tools just to stay alive
    And make it up when the sun is ruined

    [Hook: Frank Ocean]
    That’s the same way you showed me, showed me
    You showed me love
    Glory from above
    Regard me dear
    It’s all downhill from here

    [Outro: Frank Ocean + Beyoncé]
    Remember life
    Remember how it was
    Climb trees, Michael Jackson, it all ends here
    Say what up to Matthew, to Shoob
    Say what up to Danny
    Say what up to life immortality
    Bending up my Nikes
    Running out the melpomene, nicotine
    Stealing granny cigs
    Gimme something sweet
    Bitch I might like immortality
    This is life, life immortality

    Kevin Gates – 90 Days Lyrics

    (Intro)
    What up big dawg!!(Beat Zombie)
    Real nigga status (Real nigga status)
    I ain’t doing nothing strange, put it on change
    (I am Michael Jackson)
    But ain’t no shame in my game you understand me
    Real nigga status
    I’ll go get a job if that’s what takes it
    I am Michael Jackson

    (Hook)
    Don’t nobody understand me
    I ain’t hearing what they say
    Behind your back, Talked bad about you
    While they smile in your face
    Turn they back when shit get real
    They gonna do that anyway
    Alot’ta lonely nights I cried
    I am not ashamed
    Grindin’ on ’em, Grindin’
    I am not ashamed
    Grindin’ on ’em!
    Im’ma be someone you love one day just give me 90 days
    Grindin’ on ’em! Grindin’
    Could you give me 90 days
    Grindin’ on em!
    Im’ma be someone you love one day just give me 90 days

    (Verse 1)
    (What up-Cut up)
    I remember wishing on a star
    We was broke and we ain’t have a car
    We collected change in a jar
    Going half on the weed
    Hit the store and stealing a cigar
    When the money gone, Women leave
    So we treat the hoes like what they are
    Breaking in cars, Stealing radios
    And the microwave got SpagettiOs
    New pair of Jordans for a stereo
    Well I got it on me, Im’ma let it go
    Clutching bad with a metal glove
    Gangsta nigga, you already know
    Little shit they rap about, this ain’t the shit they ready for
    Out the mud, I maintain for this
    Cocaine slang for this
    In the game, Bitch I prayed for this
    Do my thang for this
    Baltimore, Bullets rang for this
    Diamond chain equipped
    Stayed the same
    All my partners changed
    And I can’t hang with them
    Check me out

    (Hook)
    Don’t nobody understand me
    I ain’t hearing what they say
    Behind your back, Talked bad about you
    While they smile in your face
    Turn they back when shit get real
    They gonna do that anyway
    Alot’ta lonely nights I cried
    I am not ashamed
    Grindin’ on ’em, Grindin’
    I am not ashamed
    Grindin’ on ’em!
    Im’ma be someone you love one day just give me 90 days
    Grindin’ on ’em! Grindin’
    Could you give me 90 days
    Grindin’ on em!
    Im’ma be someone you love one day just give me 90 days

    (Verse 2)
    I love you nigga like a brother
    I met you through my big brother
    I’m’ma real nigga till I die
    I ain’t never tried to fuck your baby mother
    Too much respect for to touch’er
    And I look at her like a mother
    My grandmother up and died on me
    Only thing I had like a mother
    Fuck the fame, Nigga thuggin’
    Not to many make it out the struggle
    I no longer go to funerals
    But I’m spending money on the guns
    I done killed shit
    I done paid for it
    With my daughter crying in my arms
    Disrespect me nigga, Im’ma die about
    End of the day you knowing it’s the law
    Bread Winner getting off
    In a jail cell all alone
    You rap niggas kinda wack to me
    You ain’t never really went to war
    Beat a nigga to the car
    Yeah, I’m really throwed off
    Catch you slipping at the red light
    Watch you get your shit blowed off
    Raw

    (Hook)
    Don’t nobody understand me
    I ain’t hearing what they say
    Behind your back, Talked bad about you
    While they smile in your face
    Turn they back when shit get real
    They gonna do that anyway
    Alot’ta lonely nights I cried
    I am not ashamed
    Grindin’ on ’em, Grindin’
    I am not ashamed
    Grindin’ on ’em!
    Im’ma be someone you love one day just give me 90 days
    Grindin’ on ’em! Grindin’
    Could you give me 90 days
    Grindin’ on em!
    Im’ma be someone you love one day just give me 90

    (Outro)
    Don’t you-Don’t you ever come around here
    Real nigga status, Real nigga status
    Come around here , I am Michael Jackson
    Don’t you-Don’t you ever come around here
    Real nigga status, Real nigga status
    Come around here , I am Michael Jackson
    …Come around here
    Gotta be humble when you come around here
    It’s a jungle when you come around here-ohhh
    Gotta be humble when you come around here
    They gonna expose you, don’t come around here-noo

    Emeli Sande – This Much Is True lyrics

    [Intro]
    Hey
    Hey

    [Verse 1]
    Can’t trust the politicians
    Too many channels on the television
    Our children dance like they’ve seen it all
    I went on the Internet and I got myself a thousand friends
    Funny, no one ever seems to call

    [Chorus]
    But darling, I am
    Very much in love with you
    Yes, darling
    At least I can
    Tell you that this much is true, yeah
    This much is true, yeah
    This much is true, yeah
    This much is true, yeah
    This much is true, yeah

    [Verse 2]
    Am I in or out of fashion?
    What really killed Michael Jackson?
    And is disco really dead?
    Oh I could spend a lifetime guessing
    I got way too many questions
    I’d rather let you know instead

    [Chorus]
    That darling, I am
    Very much in love with you
    Yes, darling
    At least I can
    Tell you that this much is true, yeah
    This much is true, hey
    This much is true, yeah
    This much is true, yeah
    This much is true, true

    [Bridge]
    Oh this world can be so confusing
    When even good men choose to lie
    I don’t know if I’m winning or losing
    But I know that I
    Love you darling

    [Chorus]
    Yes darling, I am
    Very much in love with you
    Hey darling
    At least I can
    Tell you that this much is true
    This much is true, yeah
    This much is true, yeah
    This much is true, yeah
    This much is true, true

    [Verse 3]
    I’m not a prophet, I’m no mathematician
    At best I’m just guessing
    I really haven’t got a clue
    No, I don’t have all the answers for you
    Just know that I adore you
    And that this much is true

    Emeli Sandé – This Much Is True

    Eeeh eh
    Eeeh eh

    Can’t trust the politicians,
    Too many channels on the television
    Our children dance like they’ve seen it all
    I went to the internet and I’ve got myself a thousand friends from it
    No one ever seems to pull
    But darling I am very much in love with you
    Yes, darling, at I can tell you this much is true
    Yea, this much is true
    This much is true, ye-yeah
    This much is true, ye-yeah
    This much is true, ye-yeah

    Am I in or out of fashion?
    What really killed Michael Jackson?
    And is disco really dead?
    Oh, I could spend a lifetime guessing
    I’ve got way too many questions
    I’d rather let you know no one’s there
    Darling, I am very much in love with you
    Yes, darling, I can tell you this much is true
    Yea, this much is true he-hey
    This much is true, ye-yeah
    This much is true, ye-yeah
    This much is true, true

    All this world is so confusing
    When even good men choose to lie
    I don’t know if I’m willing on losing
    But I know that I, I, I love you darling
    Darling, I am very much in love with you
    Yes, darling, I can tell you this much is true
    Yea, this much is true he-hey
    This much is true, ye-yeah
    This much is true, ye-yeah
    This much is true, true

    I am no prophet, I’m no mathematician
    At best I’m just guessing
    I really haven’t got a clue

    No, I don’t have all the answers for you
    Just know that I adore you
    And that this much is true!