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Ultra Ticketholders File Class Action Lawsuit Against Festival Over Refund Policy

Ultra Music Festival was one of the first festivals anywhere to succumb to the mass of cancellations due to the novel coronavirus COVID-19. In the days following the cancellation headlines, the festival caught the ire of ticketholders for its restrictive refund policy, in that there wasn’t one. Ticketholders were offered the options of transferring their tickets to either 2021 or 2022, as well as “exclusive access” to buy even more tickets, though at reduced prices.

Understandably, this made many fans mad, many of whom have lost jobs due to COVID-19 and could desperately use the money spent on tickets to a festival that wasn’t going to happen. Now, the festival is facing a class action lawsuit regarding the policy.

The suit, reports Rolling Stone, “alleges Ultra’s refund policy is unjust and inequitable and that its conversion from the refund ‘damaged Plaintiffs and the Class in the amount that they paid for 2020 festival tickets.’”

Somewhat respectfully, the suit “seeks damages and monetary relief for the plaintiffs and class, and/or refund ticket holders the cash they paid for their tickets in full.”

The suit was brought forth by two plaintiffs, Miami resident Samuel Hernandez, who bought six tickets for $3,000, and Richard Montoure of Grayland, Washington, who also inquired about a cash refund but claimed he never received a response from Ultra. According to the suit, Hernandez inquired about a refund and was directed to the email instructions before claiming the deferral benefit on two of his tickets on May 20th, but not on the other four.

“We understand that the COVID-19 pandemic has impacted every part of the global economy but we do not believe that gives the Ultra Music Festival the right to shift the burden of this extraordinary crisis onto its customers, who, in some cases, paid hundreds of dollars to attend this festival and now the COVID-19 pandemic has or will preclude them from ever using any credit,” Joe Sauder of Sauder Schelkopf LLC, which is representing the plaintiffs in the case, said in a statement to Rolling Stone. “We look forward to seeking to recover cash refunds for our clients and the class members.”

 

via Rolling Stone | Photo via Rukes.com

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Kaskade Drops Redux 004 EP in Full With Two New Tracks

Kaskade has finally dropped his full Redux 004 EP. The latest edition of REDUX is sure to be a hit with Kaskade’s OG fans as the legendary producer/DJ strips back the production and gives us the pure minimal goodness that the series is known for. After first announcing the EP in February and releasing two tracks, “Love Like That” and “Sexy,” fans can now have the full REDUX experience.

The first new track “Find Love” definitely falls more into the lo-fi, ambient territory that “Love Like That” explored. It has a haunting piano melody and droning hi-hats that are perfect for a long walk in isolation. “Feel It” is a super-minimal deep house track that is peak after hours. It’s a track that plays best while just listening to the beat with your eyes closed, preferably at 4 AM.

Each of the four tracks represents the four cities that were supposed to be on the REDUX 004 tour, Miami, Brooklyn, San Diego and Santa Fe. “Sexy” is definitely the Miami track, but outside of that, it’s kind of fun to guess which song goes with which city. Listen to Kaskade’s Redux 004 out now on Arkade and tell us what you think! Check out Kaskade’s REDUX set from CRSSD Fall 2019 and relive those glorious festival days too!

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Pitbull & Stereotypes – Jungle (feat. E-40 & Abraham Mateo) (Lyric Video)

[Intro: Pitbull]
Mr. Worldwide!
Abraham Mateo, E-40, Stereotypes that’s the show
I want all the ladies out there
Go ahead and uh, shake what your mama gave ya
(One, two, three, oh)
Talk to ’em like

[Chorus: Abraham Mateo]
Ooh, girl I want you to shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
What your mama gave ya (uh huh)
Come on ohh, sexy thang
Don’t be scared to act like an animal
It’s in your nature (uh huh)
C’mon

[Verse 1: Pitbull]
You know I eat it from the roota to the toota
Let me do ya, let me school ya
He may be smooth but I’m smootha
I’m slick Pit ruler, let a slip d*ck through ya
Hit the Virgin Mary from the back
And had her screaming ha "Hallelujah"
The devil’s hot but I’m hotter
Yeah these boys rap, but they say, a whole lotta nada
Me I’m building schools, from Miami to Nevada
Now baby bend over and show me that got it
Off in the Exumas, actin’ a fool
Where the water so clear, b**ch look like a pool
Whoody who, whoody what, who’s f**king you
That would be me, P-I-T

[Refrain: E-40]
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Yeah, it’s a jungle out here (watch out)
Yeah, it’s a jungle out here (watch out)
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Yeah it’s a jungle out here and we’re bout to get it started
Like one, two, three!

[Chorus: Abraham Mateo]
Ooh, girl I want you to shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
What your mama gave ya (uh huh)
Come on ohh, sexy thang
Don’t be scared to act like an animal
It’s in your nature (uh huh)
C’mon

[Post-Chorus: E-40]
Now we can keep it in the club, or we can leave
And if you wanna go home, then come with me
Now we can keep it in the club, or we can leave
And if you wanna go home, then come with me

[Verse 2: E-40]
Pushin’ a mainly line, travel the planet solid as granite
Tax a b**ch like a W-9
Move manage, get my mathematics right
Havin’ money, wearin’ a hoodie when it’s sunny
Huddled up in a circle, smoking a mummy
In a luxury scraper or something foreign
Ya b**ch chose me, she said you’re boring
I put a b**ch on restriction, make her sit on the porch
Won’t let her in ’till tomorrow, until the next morning, Mayne
It’s true that I’m chasing time can’t be wastin’ or delaying
My pockets anticipating lump sums
Patiently waiting for my high to come down
And get back to earth
So I can start all over like I rehearsed
Pistol-packing power clatter higher than a cell tower
In her outer space to wasted she owe me, we hella faded
Underrated honey thicker than K. Michelle hella tail
Bokey poking out, hella swell

[Refrain: E-40]
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Yeah, it’s a jungle out here (watch out)
Yeah, it’s a jungle out here (watch out)
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Yeah it’s a jungle out here and we’re bout to get it started
Like one, two, three!

[Chorus: Abraham Mateo]
Ooh, girl I want you to shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
What your mama gave ya (uh huh)
Come on ohh, sexy thang
Don’t be scared to act like an animal
It’s in your nature (uh huh)
C’mon

[Post-Chorus: E-40]
Now we can keep it in the club, or we can leave
And if you wanna go home, then come with me
Now we can keep it in the club, or we can leave
And if you wanna go home, then come with me

[Outro: Pitbull]
I see them boys hatin’ ’cause they all wanna be me
Naw homie you don’t know me, but your girl does (ask her)
I see them boys hatin’ ’cause they all wanna be me
Naw homie you don’t know me, but your girl does (ask her)

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2 Chainz – 4 Am (feat. Travis Scott) (On The Tonight Show) (Live)

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
M-M-M-Murda
Yeah, yeah
Damn right, bro

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
4 AM, I’m just gettin’ started
For my birthday I threw me a surprise party
Reminiscin’ ’bout the trap, playin’ the first Carter
My life changed when I had my first daughter
Got my first quarter flippin’ fifty-dollar slabs
Your nigga’s lookin’ at the bills, askin’ you for half
Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results
Anytime she wanna dip I’m providin’ the sauce
You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss
You keep playin’ with me, I end up signing your boss
Drop an EP on a nigga for the free-free on a nigga
Yeah you ZZ on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas
Rock with Champagne P
If it wasn’t for the struggle then I wouldn’t be me
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn!

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh
In a group with the best rapper that’s alive, ooh
Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
I ain’t wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
Jumpin’ out the cake and that’s surprisin’, ooh
Pickin’ up the duffel bag like exercisin’, ooh
Bought mama new house ’cause she deserve it, ooh
Practice makes perfect but nobody’s perfect, ooh
Escobar is not open for service, ooh
Send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery, ooh

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bulet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz & Travis Scott]
Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crewneck
Ooh, On a killin’ rapper spree and nigga, you next
Ooh, they talkin’, chillin’, watchin’ Netflix (straight up)
Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs
Ooh, I’m on my wave like a durag
Ooh, I see your boo, now where your crew at?
Ooh, talkin’ tequila for the pipe-up
Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah
Drench god, drench god, really
Representin’, we the squad, really (oh, yeah)
Tec got the Rollie, now I get it
I used to sell drugs for a living
Got me a job sellin’ records
Had to use my jeweler for a reference
Might buy a charm with the extras
Might use her legs for a necklace

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Outro]
Don’t stop trappin’, boy
Got ’bout twelve racks this mornin’
Got ’bout twelve racks
Started last night, still goin’
Twelve racks strong
Got the pitbull in the corner, she pregnant
Got the crackhead in the corner, she pregnant
Everybody in here pregnant, ‘cept my partner and them
But we gettin’ this money though, I’m tellin’ you that

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FUTURE – All Da Smoke lyrics

[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
You it, I’m it, everybody it
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want, I want smoke
We want all the smoke
Yeah he just-he just breaking up the ice
We leaning, facts
Yeah
Slatt

[Verse 1: Future & Young Thug]
Stackin’ it tall (Thugger)
Every nigga out my city became a boss (became)
Know she rollin’, holy moly, no days off (woo, woo)
Pyrex, cook it up like Kyrie, trade you off (let’s go)
Green and white like Celtics, don’t play with me, play with a fork (play with a woo)
I’m superior, I’m imperial, I ain’t feelin’ ya (ooh)
I been eatin’ me some heroin, oh about a brick (yeah yeah)
I got Barry Bonds on my wrist (yeah)
Blowed your college fund on my bitch (where, woo)
Out the slums, taking a chance, toting tommy guns (brrt)
Left out of school, start selling rocks, bought me a drop (skrt)
Cartier frames, Cartier rings, Cartier socks (on god)
Homicide gang, they gon’ put you on Fox (homicide, homicide)
Putang ran up a whole M sittin’ in the box (facts)
My dog rock a Rollie in the feds nigga, and still move blocks (racks)
We had the bando goin’ crazy in the SWATs (in the what?)
Ten-four, they runnin’ up on all the opps

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (aw yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (huh)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
This money turning me on, ayy
This money turning me on (on, turn me on)
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hundreds got a nigga gone
Woo, far gone, I’m so gone on it
Three hundred racks on a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Lift it up, cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor, yeah
Having a private party, you know how that go
Music all in my ears (yeah), instruments in my ears
I’m in the backyard feeding deers, I’m in a penthouse poppin’ seals
I got pom-poms in my rear, Chanel CoCo in my kill
I missed a couple shows for my deal
If I could take it back I will
And don’t you take that to the hat
You know I got you in my will
Told big dog bring them bricks in, got a hundred more in the crib
Make the dope do the windmill
Nigga swing through Actavis
In a corner too, I’m killed
And I was in Miami countin’ a mil, ayy
I told my bitch, no more ass shots
She stopped all the way like a stop sign when it’s traffic time
My diamonds go around like Budweiser
Count a half a mil with my bitch, now her feelings sloppy
Came up out the projects, ain’t have sh*t (on god)
I wiped a nigga’s nose for a ticket (slime)
Hit it from the back (kill it)
Make her say slime, say Slatt (get it, get it)
How you dig that?
Whip up the fishscale, K and got racks, ayy

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke

[Outro: Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke

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FUTURE – Drip On Me lyrics

[Intro: Future]
You know I just bought another shovel
This sh*t we buried a lot of bags, you dig?
Wheezy beats

[Chorus: Future]
All this drip on me (Pluto)
Gotta keep an extra clip on me (I swear, yeah, yeah)
Keep it on me like ID (Future)
Ain’t no swag for free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Freebandz)
Yeah, trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter (whatcha doin’)
Yeah, I’m trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
You can’t control my temper (facts)
I’ll take your ho then pimp her (pimp her)
I’ll make it look that simple (simple)
Swerve in this Bent like a rental (woah)

[Verse 1: Future]
I keep a house out in [Denver?] [Ember?] (yeah)
I got them racks in my denim (yeah)
I let my dog out the kennel (swear)
Patek or Phillippe on my drip (drink)
Yeah, yeah, and she don’t want me to sip (pour up, pour up)
It’s too much jealousy, niggas can’t ever be real (can’t)
I caught a felony, nigga, wasn’t none of you here (hold on)
I work every day at this sh-, like it can all disappear (swear)
I pray every day by this sh-, when I go jump on a Leer (Super)
God protect me from all of the bogus of niggas, rogue us
Yeah, water me down like Pacific, my watch and my chain, my rings
Yeah, all the drip on me, I had to go change my name (yeah)
I came from Lil Mexico, this sh*t ain’t gon’ ever be the same (Freebandz)
I f*ck her on the every day, but she ain’t gon’ ever get claimed

[Chorus: Future]
All this drip on me (Pluto)
Gotta keep an extra clip on me (I swear, yeah, yeah)
Keep it on me like ID (Future)
Ain’t no swag for free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Freebandz)
Yeah, trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
Yeah, I’m trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
You can’t control my temper (facts)
I’ll take your ho then pimp her (pimp her)
I’ll make it look that simple (simple)
Swerve in this Bent like a rental (woah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m whippin’ the Rover out (skrrt)
I got a plastic FN, a lil’ under 4 pounds (woah, woah)
I send a jet to Miami to pick up his old pounds (O’s, get it)
My bro got the shout it the long way
Repeat while you rollin’ ’round (gotta repeat)
I’m doin’ the same thing (you dig)
Lickin’ molly like ramen (R.I.P.)
Getting head on the private plane
Cost me 23 thou’ like LeBron James (LeBron James)
Might put me some gators on
And get in the ‘Lac and just blow the brains (blow the brains)
I f*ck on her face
I came fast like when Sonic came, oh, oh
Get on my level, dawg
I just want some rest, I’m just tryna ball
I spend a couple milli’, on my nigga behind the wall (the chain gang)
I teach him the Feds are comin’ (the band gang)
Don’t say nothin’ at all (don’t say nothin’ at all)
I got some chips on me (you dig?)
It’s on my hip on me

[Chorus: Future]
All this drip on me (Pluto)
Gotta keep an extra clip on me (I swear, yeah, yeah)
Keep it on me like ID (Future)
Ain’t no swag for free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Freebandz)
Yeah, trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
Yeah, I’m trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
You can’t control my temper (facts)
I’ll take your ho then pimp her (pimp her)
I’ll make it look that simple (simple)
Swerve in this Bent like a rental (woah)

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Bruno Mars – That’s What I Like (Acoustic Remix) (On Charlie Rose) (Live)

Hey, hey, hey
I got a condo in Manhattan
Baby girl, what’s hatnin’?
You and your ass invited
So gon’ and get to clappin’
Go pop it for a player, pop-pop it for me
Turn around and drop it for a player, drop-drop it for me
I’ll rent a beach house in Miami
Wake up with no jammies (nope)
Lobster tail for dinner
Julio, serve that scampi
You got it if you want it, got, got it if you want it
Said you got it if you want it, take my wallet if you want it, now

Jump in the Cadillac
(Girl, let’s put some miles on it)
Anything you want
(Just to put a smile on you)
You deserve it baby, you deserve it all
And I’m gonna give it to you

Cool jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

I’m talkin’ trips to Puerto Rico
Say the word and we go
You can be my fleeka
Girl, I’ll be a fleeko, mamacita
I will never make a promise that I can’t keep
I promise that your smile ain’t gon’ never leave
Shopping sprees in Paris
Everything twenty-four karats
Take a look in that mirror (take a look)
Now tell me who’s the fairest
Is it you? (is it you?) is it me? (is it me?)
Say it’s us (say it’s us) and I’ll agree, baby

Jump in the Cadillac
(Girl, let’s put some miles on it)
Anything you want
(Just to put a smile on you)
You deserve it baby, you deserve it all
And I’m gonna give it to you

Cool jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

You say you want a good time
Well here I am, baby, here I am, baby
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Talk to me, tell me what’s on your mind
What’s on your mind
If you want it, girl, come and get it
All this is here for you
Tell me baby, tell me, tell me baby
What you tryna do

Cool jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like (that’s what I like)
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like (that’s what I like)
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

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Watch Cardi B Performs “Bodak Yellow” At BET Awards 2017

Cardi B is still making “Money Moves” with his big performance at the 2017 BET Hip Hop Awards.

The ceremony was held in Miami last weekend, but it was broadcast on the network on Tuesday night. The New York rapper performed her chart topping single “Bodak Yellow” and got the audience pump in the process. The single is currently in it’s third week at the top of the Billboard Hot 100 chart and is showing no signs of slowing down.

Bardi made a grant entrance on the red carpet turning a lot of heads in the process. But she turned up the heat when she took the stage to perform “Bodak Yellow.” She had the entire audience rapping along to the lyrics word for word as she showed off her banging body with her dancers supporting her.

Cardi B won three BET Hip Hop Awards on Saturday night for Best New Artist, Hustler of the Year, and Single of the Year. Bardi continues to bath in musical success with her single “Bodak Yellow” continues to reign over the chart. The track is currently the most popular song on the planet for a third week straight.

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Cardi B Wins Best New Artist At 2017 BET Hip Hip Awards

Cardi B won the 2017 BET Hip Hop Awards for Best New Artist.

The “Bodak Yellow” rapper has been having a great year and is currently sitting at number one on the Billboard Hot 100 chart for the last two weeks. The former Love and Hip Hop New York stat attended the award ceremony at the Jackie Gleason Theater in Miami with her boyfriend Offset from rap group Migos. During her acceptance speech, she thanked her fans, her family, her label Atlantic and Offset for supporting her.

Cardi B got a taste of hip hop history last month when she became the first female since Lauryn Hill to top the Billboard Hot 100 chart with a solo single. “Bodak Yellow (Money Moves)” has been one of the hottest rap songs on the planet this year and Cardi B is already under pressure to prove that she is not a one hit wonder. Rap fans are already weighing in on her BET Hip Hop Awards win and they are divided. Of course you have the usual critics and then you have some who are loyal supporters, but what are those in the middle saying?

“Why is everybody on Cardi B’s nuts?” one fan wrote. “One song and she’s the best new artist? LOL. Everyone’s so happy for her just cus she’s a female. I’ve never heard any new male artist get the love she’s gotten.”

“I agree she didn’t deserve it but everybody is naming all these “rappers” that should have won but they’re just as garbage as she is so it really doesn’t matter,” another said.

Earlier this week, Cardi B teases a new single on her IG account and it sounds like it’s a worthy follow-up to “Bodak Yellow.” “Used to dance in the club right across from my school / I said dance, not fuck, don’t get it confused / Had to set the record straight, ’cause bitches love to assume,” she raps.

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Kodak Black Announces Fall Tour Dates For ‘Project Baby’ Tour

Kodak Black is heading on tour this fall for his “Project Baby” tour.

The South Florida rapper revealed that dates for the tour on his personal website last night. So far he announced 16 tour dates across the United States starting on October 21 at the Shoreline Amphitheatre in Mountain View, CA and ends on December 20 at the Showbox SoDo in Seattle, WA. Additional dates may come later, but of the rapper can see him in action in major U.S. cities like Miami, Washington, D.C., New York, Houston, and more.

The tour will support his new mixtape “Project Baby 2” which was released last month. Earlier this year, Kodak Black postponed his tour due to his incarceration for probation violation. He has since ironed out those legal issues and was given the green light to go on tour by a judge.

Project Baby Tour Dates:

10/21 – Mountain View, CA @ Shoreline Amphitheatre
11/05 – Royal Oak, MI @ Royal Oak Music Festival
11/07 – Philadelphia, PA @ Electric Factory
11/10 – Lowell, MA @ Lowell Memorial Auditorium
11/12 – Washington, D.C. @ Echostage
11/14 – New Haven, CT @ College Street Music Hall
11/15 – New York, NY @ Playstation Theater
11/16 – Norfolk, VA @The NorVa
11/21 – Orlando, FL @ Venue 578
11/22 – Miami, FL @ RC Cola Plant
11/27 – Houston, TX @Warehouse Live
11/28 – Dallas, TX @ Bomb Factory
12/10 – Tempe, AZ @ Marquee Theatre
12/11 – San Diego, CA @ The Observatory
12/19 – Portland, OR @ Crystal Ballroom
12/ 20 – Seattle, WA @ Showbox SoDo

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Jacquees – At The Club (feat. Dej Loaf)

[Hook: Jacquees]
Met her in the club
All the ballers showing love
Can you party with a thug
I’m just trying to show you love
VIP we got it packed
This is where the party at
You’re the one I wanna know
So tell me how it’s supposed to go

[Verse 1: Dej Loaf]
He said meet me in Miami
Ever been on a jet girl don’t you panic
Get used to the whips and the mansions
He ain’t know I was this thick
T-Shirt, Panties
We hit the club together we tip the dancers
Might grab a couple if they really attractive
Or I can keep it classy I can get romantic
It’s all up to you
What you wanna do

[Pre-Hook: Jacquees]
I used to love em, leave em
Girl it’s something about you
Think I’ma keep you
Pull up in the Wagon I put the Jeep up
Girl we living lavish so kick your feet up

[Hook: Jacquees]
Met her in the club
All the ballers showing love
Can you party with a thug
I’m just trying to show you love
VIP we got it packed
This is where the party at
You’re the one I wanna know
So tell me how it’s supposed to go

[Verse 2: Jacquees]
Let’s take a trip to the other side
Tell me if you’re thinking otherwise
You’re a boss I wanna treat you
I know you tired of all the leeches
Girl I’m in love with all your features
And I will love you til your knees weak
It could be simple but it ain’t easy
I know you know what’s up
It’s all on us

[Pre-Hook: Dej Loaf]
I used to love em, leave em
Boy it’s something bout you
Think I’ma keep you
I pull up in the Wagon I put the Jeep up
Boy we living lavish kick your feet up

[Bridge: Dej Loaf]
All I wanna do
Is get away with you
You had me at hello, what’s up
What we gonna do when we leave this club

[Hook: Jacquees]
Met her in the club
All the ballers showing love
Can you party with a thug
I’m just trying to show you love
VIP we got it packed
This is where the party at
You’re the one I wanna know
So tell me how it’s supposed to go

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MADEINTYO – Lose It

Oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m bout to lose it, oh
I’m bout to lose it, hey
I’m bout to lose it, hey
I’m bout to lose it, yah-yah
I’m bout to lose it, hey
I’m bout to lose it, oh
I’m bout to lose it, yah
Gettin’ the guap, makin’ it pop
Droppin’ the top, hey
I made a lot, never a drought
Pussy is wet, I’m ringin’ it out
I don’t got shovels I’m diggin’ a route, woah-woah-woah
Give me some brain, what you thinkin’ about?
Man it’s straight, K Swisha with the 808, oh
Palm tree, Miami, yup I’m gainin’ weight, skrt
Baby top, give me that, yup I need that face
Baby top, give me that, yup I need that face
If I buy that new i3 will you ride then?
Three stacks on the Louie bag, no problem
I wear Chanel like woah-woah
Diamonds, they lighter than lightbulbs
My pockets do need a tummy tuck
Heard these lil niggas, they fuckin’ up
I’m gettin’ money like what the fuck
She my lil rider no matter what
She my lil rider no matter what
She my lil rider no matter what
I’m gettin’ money like what the fuck
She my lil rider no matter what
She my lil rider no matter what
She my lil rider no matter what
Hey, yah, oh
Count up the money and bag it
Count up the money and bag it
Count up the money and bag it
Oh, yah
Count up the money and bag it
Count up the money and bag it
Count up the money and bag it
Yah, yah, oh
Hey man niggas thought I had one
Niggas thought I couldn’t come back with somethin’
Nigga you out your mind
Oh, yah, yah, yah, oh, yah, yah, yah
Skrt-srt, oh
I’m bout to lose it, yah
I’m bout to lose it, oh
I’m bout to lose it, yah-yah, oh
I’m bout to lose it
I’m bout to lose it, yah
I’m bout to lose it, yah
Switch, switch, swerve
I give that bitch what she deserve
I ain’t fuckin’ with a bird
Louis duffel full of herb
I need that ‘Rari by the curb
I need that ‘Rari by the curb
Pull up to the scene, you know a nigga skate
If I bend her over then you know a nigga paint
Yeah I did it with my squad and they said I can’t
Actin’ like you hard, ugh-ugh, no he ain’t
Yeah, yeah, uh, I’m bout to lose it
Watch how I do it, these niggas stupid
I did it easy, woah, theme niggas sleazy, woo
My niggas greasy, woo, yeah, my niggas greasy, woo
Gosha on my chest, hold up, nigga, flex
Ratchet bitch, ya, she put on the set
I’m brazy, they know it, she wanna throw it
Hop out a whip, hop out a whip, I blow it
Yah, yah, I’m gon’ blow her mind
Oh, oh, I’m gon’ blow her mind
Yeah, damn, that’s your girl she’s so fine
Yah, oh, I’m gon’ blow her mind
That shit cray
That shit brazy
Yah, yah, yah, oh, skrt-skrt

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PartyNextDoor – Damn

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I was trying to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn

[Verse 1: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Left me alone in the streets
Now you done woken the beast
All these GG snakes on me
Shopping sprees after shopping sprees, I go
I go, yeah, should have seen the sign
[?] love’s blind, I guess danger gets me excited
I am on a threesome diet right now, baby
I’m taking trips to Miami traveling down seven keys
Ducking off, sipping Grey Geese
Never thought you plea these actions I did
Never thought you had my head on a leash
Never thought you had my heart tryna leave
Saying things I never speak about
I’ma handle it just like a man
Popping bottles just because I can
Ain’t gone never change who I am
Kumbaya, I’ma still do my dance
And handle mine
I’ma handle mine, you’re not mine
But God damn, it’s about time you define what we is

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I shot to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I shot to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn

[Verse 2: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Fér!
They said you used to be the one that used to two step, baby
But I’m too rich for that to happen, whoa whoa
Like Ali, I’ma bounce back off the ropes
In my Jordan’s, yeah, Jordan with the tongue
In my Kobe’s, yeah, hitting 81
And I’m going gold, find a badder one
Let the check blow, now that’s platinum
I’ma recoup, buy the blue coupe
Bought a new house, that’s a new roof
I’ma make lemonade out of lemons, got a sweet tooth
And I learn from my truths
And learn from my last
And learn from my past
I knew this won’t last
Just tell me quick fast

[Bridge: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
So I can handle it just like a man
Popping bottles just because I can
Ain’t gone never change who I am
Kumbaya, I’ma still do my dance
And handle mine
I’ma handle mine, your not mine
But God damn, it’s about time you define what we is

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I shot to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I shot to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn

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Desiigner – Malibu Lyrics

Desiigner – Malibu Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, yeah
CashMoneyAp (Yeah, yeah)
Hey, yeah
Hey, yeah
Hey, hey, hey
Grrrrrawww (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Hey, yeah)
16yrold (Hey, hey, hey)

[Chorus]
I’m with the gang up in Malibu (Yeah)
Don’t let my niggas embarrass you
Don’t let my dogs embarrass you (Yeah)
My niggas, they comin’ with parachutes
We jump off the jet with the parachutes
She poppin’ the Xanies, the edible
I got my gang up in Malibu
I have my niggas come challenge you

[Verse 1]
That nigga drive through with them Challengers
Jump out the window with calibers
I got your bitch in Miami, bruh (Hey)
I got her swallowin’ Xanies, bruh
I got her swallowing Plan B, bruh
Niggas they talk and I smack ’em
Let the geographists map ’em
Then we run up and we clap ’em (Hey)
In the Bentley, I got mad room (Yeah)
And my driver, he a baboon
Bad bitch with Chanel on (Hey)
Next to me with her head down
Watch me hit her with the fast moves
Watch me hit her with the mack moves
Now we gettin’ in the bathroom
Now we gettin’ in the bathroom (Hey)
Now the bed in the bathroom
Gettin’ head in the bathroom
Gettin’ sex in the bathroom
Special Ed. like the classroom

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[Bridge 1]
We that, we shred
He that, read that
He dead, we clap
You talk, we crack
She trap, she trap
Need that, need pack
She got pounds, hundred bricks
If a nigga need that

[Verse 2]
I just fuckin’ with the vowels
DJ turnin’ up the volume
Made a song called “Slap A Nigga”
Then I put it on the iTunes
Then I put it on my iTunes
Then I put it on my myTunes
You be lookin’ for it, find tunes
You be tryna go to find tunes
I get it on the iTunes
I be gettin’ it on the iTunes
I be chillin’ with the right goons
And they chillin’ with the rice spoons

[Hook]
I’m with the gang up in Malibu
Don’t let my niggas embarrass you
Don’t let my dogs embarrass you
My niggas, they comin’ with parachutes
We jump off the jet with the parachutes
She poppin’ the Xanies, the edibles
I got my gang up in Malibu
I have my niggas come challenge you
I’m with the gang up in Malibu
Don’t let my niggas embarrass you
Don’t let my dogs embarrass you
My niggas, they comin’ with parachutes
We jump off the jet with the parachutes
She poppin’ the Xanies, the edibles
I got my gang up in Malibu
I have my niggas come challenge you

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[Bridge 2]
Trench, trench
Trench, trench
Trench, trench
Trench, trench
Trench
You niggas
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
I’m ballin’ like it’s
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah

[Verse 3]
Money take trips to my avenue, huh
Bullets fly through on my avenue, huh
You gettin’ hit up, they baggin’ you, huh
Take a roundtrip ’round my avenue, huh
I do not know what that dagger do, huh
You do not know what this swagger do
CashMoneyAp, that swagger rules
CashMoneyAp, that swagger rules
I’m in my thoughts, I’m vanishing
I jump off my jet and don’t land it, bruh
I gave her the Xanies, she Xanied up
I gave her the Xanies, she Xanied up
I gave me some Xanies, I’m Xanie fucked, huh
I gave me some Xanies, I’m Xanie fucked
[?], huh
[?], huh
(Hey!)

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[Chorus]
I’m with the gang up in Malibu
Don’t let my niggas embarrass you
Don’t let my dogs embarrass you
My niggas, they comin’ with parachutes
We jump off the jet with the parachutes
She poppin’ the Xanies, the edible
I got my gang up in Malibu
I have my niggas come challenge you

Desiigner – Malibu Lyrics

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Malibu – Desiigner lyrics

Lyrics Desiigner – Malibu

I’m with the gang up in Malibu
Don’t let my niggas embarrass you
Don’t let my dogs embarrass you (Yeah)
My niggas, they comin’ with parachutes
We jump off the jet with the parachutes
She poppin’ the Xanies, the edible
I got my gang up in Malibu
I have my niggas come challenge you.

That nigga drive through with them Challengers
Jump out the window with calibers
I got your b***h in Miami, bruh (Hey)
I got her swallowin’ Xanies, bruh
I got her swallowing Plan B, bruh
Niggas they talk and I smack ’em
Let the geographists map ’em
Then we run up and we clap ’em
In the Bentley, I got mad room
And my driver, he a baboon
Bad b***h with Chanel on
Next to me with her head down
Watch me hit her with the fast moves
Watch me hit her with the mack moves
Now we gettin’ in the bathroom
Now we gettin’ in the bathroom
Now the bed in the bathroom
Gettin’ head in the bathroom
Gettin’ s*x in the bathroom
Special Ed. like the classroom.

We that, we shred
He that, read that
He dead, we clap
You talk, we crack
She trap, she trap
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Need that, need pack
She got pounds, hundred bricks
If a nigga need that.

I just f*ckin’ with the vowels
DJ turnin’ up the volume
Made a song called “Slap A Nigga”
Then I put it on the iTunes
Then I put it on my iTunes
Then I put it on my myTunes
You be lookin’ for it, find tunes
You be tryna go to find tunes
I get it on the iTunes
I be gettin’ it on the iTunes
I be chillin’ with the right goons
And they chillin’ with the rice spoons.

I’m with the gang up in Malibu
Don’t let my niggas embarrass you
Don’t let my dogs embarrass you
My niggas, they comin’ with parachutes
We jump off the jet with the parachutes
She poppin’ the Xanies, the edibles
I got my gang up in Malibu
I have my niggas come challenge you
I’m with the gang up in Malibu
Don’t let my niggas embarrass you
Don’t let my dogs embarrass you
My niggas, they comin’ with parachutes
We jump off the jet with the parachutes
She poppin’ the Xanies, the edibles
I got my gang up in Malibu
I have my niggas come challenge you.

Trench, trench
Trench, trench
Trench, trench
Trench, trench
Trench
You niggas
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
I’m ballin’ like it’s
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah.

Money take trips to my avenue, huh
Bullets fly through on my avenue, huh
You gettin’ hit up, they baggin’ you, huh
Take a roundtrip ’round my avenue, huh
I do not know what that dagger do, huh
You do not know what this swagger do
CashMoneyAp, that swagger rules
CashMoneyAp, that swagger rules
I’m in my thoughts, I’m vanishing
I jump off my jet and don’t land it, bruh
I gave her the Xanies, she Xanied up
I gave her the Xanies, she Xanied up
I gave me some Xanies, I’m Xanie f*cked, huh
I gave me some Xanies, I’m Xanie f*cked
.., huh
.., huh
(Hey!)

I’m with the gang up in Malibu
Don’t let my niggas embarrass you
Don’t let my dogs embarrass you
My niggas, they comin’ with parachutes
We jump off the jet with the parachutes
She poppin’ the Xanies, the edible
I got my gang up in Malibu
I have my niggas come challenge youuu.
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Meek Mill Says Nicki Minaj Breakup Is A Loss But Drake Beef Is A Win

Two of the main persons that came up when Meek Mill does any interview about his new album Wins & Losses are Nicki Minaj and Drake.

Back in 2015, Meek Mill famous started a beef with Drake on Twitter that spawned the now classic diss record “Back To Back” from Drake. An overwhelming amount of hip hop fans thinks that the Philly rapper took a big L in that beef. Fast forward to December 2016, Meek Mill had a bitter breakup with Nicki Minaj and again a lot of folks in hip hop thinks that he took another L, and now he is agreeing with that assessment, but not the Drake one.

Speaking with Power 99, Meek said that it was a win for him when he beefed with Drake. His argument is that the beef cause a lot of people to leave from around him and now he realized that those people needed to go, so he is happy that they were removed. “It’s always a win,” Meek said. “There was a lot of people around me before that. They thought it slowed down a little bit. I’m spending cake on these dudes left and right. We going 5-star everything. Foreign everything. The minute it looked like it slowed down, I was in the studio with 3-4 people. Had to hustle and get it back, so I needed to remove them. I won. It made me into a monster. They put my back against the wall…It helped me turn into the next level. I was too comfortable. I had Nicki.”

Regarding the Nicki Minaj breakup, Meek Mill says that was a loss because he loved her and has always wanted her his whole life. “Breaking up with anybody you love is a loss,” he added. Meek Mill also spoke about his recent feud with Miami rapper Trick Daddy who went on Instagram and pretty much bans the Philly rapper from going back to Miami, a place he called his city.

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2 Chainz & Travis Scott – 4 AM (On DAMN Tour) (Live)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
(M-M-M-Murda)
Yeah, yeah
Damn right, bro

4 AM, I’m just gettin’ started
For my birthday I threw me a surprise party
Reminiscin’ ’bout the trap, playin’ the first Carter
My life changed when I had my first daughter
Got my first quarter flippin’ fifty-dollar slabs
Your nigga lookin’ at the bills, askin’ you for half
Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results
Anytime she wanna dip I’m providin’ the sauce
You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss
You keep playin’ with me, I end up signing your boss
Drop an EP on a nigga for the free-free on a nigga
Yeah you ZZ on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas, yeah
Ride with Champagne P
If it wasn’t for the struggle then I wouldn’t be me
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn

Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’mma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’mma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh
In a group with the best rapper that’s alive, ooh
Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
I ain’t wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
Jumpin’ out the cake and that’s surprisin’, ooh
Pickin’ up the duffel bag like exercisin’, ooh
Bought mama new house ’cause she deserve it, ooh
Practice makes perfect but nobody’s perfect, ooh
Escobar is not open for service, ooh
Send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery, ooh

Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (its lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’mma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’mma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crew neck
Ooh, on a killin’ rapper spree and nigga, you next
Ooh, they talkin’, chillin’, watchin’ Netflix (straight up)
Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs
Ooh, I’m on my wave like a durag
Ooh, I see your boo, now where your crew at?
Ooh, talkin’ Tequila for the pipe-up
Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah
Trench God, drench God, really
Represent and we the squad, really
TEC got the Rollie, now I get it
I used to sell drugs for a living
Got me a job sellin’ records
Had to use my jeweler for a reference
Might buy a truck with the extra
Might use the legs for a necklace

Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’mma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’mma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

Don’t stop trappin’, boy
Got ’bout twelve racks this mornin’
Got ’bout twelve racks
Started last night, still goin’
Twelve racks strong
Got the pitbull in the corner, she pregnant
Got the crackhead in the corner, she pregnant
Everybody in here pregnant, ‘cept my partner and them
But we gettin’ this money though, I’m tellin’ you that

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Zoey Dollaz – Bad Tings Richmix Lyrics ft. Tory Lanez, Future

Zoey Dollaz – Bad Tings Richmix Lyrics ft. Tory Lanez, Future

[Intro: Future]
Drink or smoke
Am I the only one for you?
Its the Richmix
Do I mean everything to you?
Pull up, haha
Am I the only one for you? (drink or smoke)
Future, Hendrix
Do I mean everything to you?
Yeah, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez & Future]
Do you drink or smoke?
Pull out pieces, lookin’ like I’m whippin’ dope (whippin’ dope)
You can tell them fuck niggas, I’m with this smoke (With this smoke)
Shawty, came around, she on a new pretty (new pretty)
Feel like 60 thousand, on some new titties (skrr, skrr, switch it up)

[Chorus: Future]
All boss bitches, for my boss team (boss team)
I see bad things on a good girl (good girl)
All want honors, for my bad team (bad team)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Zoey Dollaz & Future]
New louboutin for my bad ting
Felipe and Mcqueen, thats a cash ting (cash ting)
Do you drink or do you smoke (do you smoke)
Do you take Molly? or play with your nose (your nose)
See this Lamborghini (skrr, skrr)
Blue paint, wet look like it’s a blue martini (splash)
We be down on Collins, when we in Miami (in Miami)
Top down, shawty, said that “I ain’t got no panties”
Wait, switch, switch it up
Look, thats a bad ting, with a bad ting
You see how many bad tings, cash brings?
Shawty, you know that I’m lovin’ the way you movin’ that body
Said them jeans fit on you like Pirellis on a new Bugatti (skrr, skrr)
Said them jeans fit on you like Pirellis on a new Bugatti (skrr, skrr)
Shawty, do you got a man? (got a man)
Do he take you shoppin’, do he drop them bands? (drop them bands)
Christmas gift wrapped, bow tie on them brand new Benz (ooh)
Never felt this feelin’ before (true)
Are you rollin’ and rollin’ and rollin’ like you on a boat
Never been with a real one (real one)
Red bottom like you gon’ kill some’ (kill some’)
Giuseppe shoes with the gold on it (ooh)
You a bad ting for real hun (for real hun)
You a bad ting for real hun (real hun, real hun)
Shawty, tell me

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[Pre-Chorus: Future]
Do you drink or smoke?
Do you shop in Paris, like you in Dubai? (pull up)
All of them different bags, must be nothin’ (not even designer)
Can you cop a ‘rari, or switch a private plane (skrr, switch it up)

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[Hook: Future ]
All boss bitches, doin’ boss things (boss things)

[Verse 2 : Tory Lanez ]
Do some lean shoppin’ that some mad ting
We already know Serano, got the bad tings
All bad bitches, talkin’ bad tings
Whippin’ on the 40, talkin’ mad tings
So, when I pull up in Miami
Bad bitches callin’ me daddy
Pourin’ that Dirty Diana, yeah
Putting a 4 in the lean
She got me goin’ I’m leanin’
Shawty you know that my [?]

[Bridge: Future]
Am I the only one for you?
Do I mean everything to you?

[Verse 3: Future]
Swap out your Gucci for coochie
All of my good ones wear Louis
Harder you go, the more money you get
The more money you get, the more shit you could go buy
You grind the way to the top
That pussy good thats why you rise
I filled out your watches
Got rich, and bought the whole block I grew up on
Thats how you do it
Chanel and those Berkins, you hate the influence
Right talkin’ money, she speakin’ it fluent
I’m working that wood, she know how to do it

[Pre-Chorus: Future]
Do you drink or smoke?
Do you shop in Paris, like you in Dubai? (pull up)
All of them different bags, must be nothin’ (not even designer)
Can you cop a ‘rari, or switch a private plane (skrr, switch it up)

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[Chorus: Future]
All boss bitches, doin’ boss things (boss things)
All boss bitches for my boss team (boss team)
I see bad things on a good girl (good girl)
All want honors, for my bad team (bad team)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Future]
Te-te-tell me you don’t wanna test the prototype (prototype)
Get back out to sleep, ’cause you the photo type (photo type)
Do you fuck with locos? Are you takin’ flight?
Can we go home and make love tonight?
Can you get drunk with a bad bitch, right?
All want honors, for my bad teams
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Future – My Collection

[Intro]
I’ve been in the stu late, workin’, no residuals
If we never speak again, I’m just glad I got to tell you truth
Ain’t playin’ count em’
You wanna come to paradise?
Matter of fact, you wanna come to Pluto?
Haha

[Verse 1]
She told me she was an angel
She fucked two rappers and three singers
She got a few athletes on speed dial
I’m tryna get the case dismissed before I see trial
And these codeine habits ain’t got nothin’ to do with my lil’ child
No this codeine ain’t got nothin’ to do with my lil’ child
I used to sell dope at my grandma’s house, as a rude child
All these cameras on, fuckin’ with my mood, wild
And these chains clinkin’ back and forth, they too loud
They know damn well this wasn’t promised
I know damn well this must be karma
Left every pair of Margielas at the condo
Technically I never packed up and leave
Left 80 racks in the dresser, you can keep
And I got this bad ting at disposal
I cooked it up and then I went global
My baby mama push a Range Rover
Had to make sure I got it fully loaded
Can’t be the one and then you get exposed
If you the one, then God will let me know
But at the same time, I like to vibe with one
I’m paranoid, I gotta ride with one
And I had to ‘splain to her last night
Had to send this one freak on the last flight
Had to send this one freak on the last flight

[Chorus]
Won’t get a response from me, ain’t no confessions
Before I tell a lie, won’t tell you nothin’
Any time I got you, girl you my possession
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection

[Verse 2]
Standin’ on Black Sox, meet me at the yacht dock
Icin’ out the clock, watch, bitches on my cock
Yeah, maybe it’s the drop, yeah
We get in our feelings, yeah
I don’t know how you would feel about if I ain’t have millions, yeah
I’m conversin’ with you, I hope you hear me, yeah
Keep my promise, take my love with you everywhere
And hell no it ain’t about no braggin’ rights
But even if it was, shit I got it
Pinstripes on a hardtop Bugatti
She told me she was an angel
She fucked two rappers and three singers
I’ma keep it genuine and tell the truth to you
I got this jawn, she know what to do with me
And right now I don’t know what to do with you
I don’t wanna sound like I’m bein’ rude with you
She caught a red eye, leavin’ L.A
I shoulda gave her to the valet
And I had to tell her ’bout Miami
After she came with no panty

[Chorus]
Won’t get a response from me, ain’t no confessions
Before I tell a lie, won’t tell you nothin’
Any time I got you, girl you my possession
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection

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My collection – Future lyrics

Lyrics Future – My collection

I’ve been in the stu late, workin’, no residuals
If we never speak again, I’m just glad I got to tell you truth
Ain’t playin’ count em’ versuri-lyrics.info
You wanna come to paradise?
Matter of fact, you wanna come to Pluto?
Hahaaa.(my collection)

She told me she was an angel
She f*cked two rappers and three singers
She got a few athletes on speed dial
I’m tryna get the case dismissed before I see trial
And these codeine habits ain’t got nothin’ to do with my lil’ child
No this codeine ain’t got nothin’ to do with my lil’ child
I used to sell dope at my grandma’s house, as a rude child
All these cameras on, f*ckin’ with my mood, wild
And these chains clinkin’ back and forth, they too loud
They know damn well this wasn’t promised
I know damn well this must be karma
Left every pair of Margielas at the condo
Technically I never packed up and leave
Left 80 racks in the dresser, you can keep
And I got this bad ting at disposal
I cooked it up and then I went global
My baby mama push a Range Rover
Had to make sure I got it fully loaded
Can’t be the one and then you get exposed
If you the one, then God will let me know
But at the same time, I like to vibe with one
I’m paranoid, I gotta ride with one
And I had to ‘splain to her last night
Had to send this one freak on the last flight
Had to send this one freak on the last flight.

Won’t get a response from me, ain’t no confessions
Before I tell a lie, won’t tell you nothin’
Any time I got you, girl you my possession
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection.

Standin’ on Black Sox, meet me at the yacht dock
Icin’ out the clock, watch, b*tches on my cock
Yeah, maybe it’s the drop, yeah
We get in our feelings, yeah
I don’t know how you would feel about if I ain’t have millions, yeah
I’m conversin’ with you, I hope you hear me, yeah
Keep my promise, take my love with you everywhere
And hell no it ain’t about no braggin’ rights
But even if it was, s**t I got it
Pinstripes on a hardtop Bugatti
She told me she was an angel
She f*cked two rappers and three singers
I’ma keep it genuine and tell the truth to you
I got this jawn, she know what to do with me
And right now I don’t know what to do with you
I don’t wanna sound like I’m bein’ rude with you
She caught a red eye, leavin’ L.A
I shoulda gave her to the valet
And I had to tell her ’bout Miami
After she came with no panty.

Won’t get a response from me, ain’t no confessions
Before I tell a lie, won’t tell you nothin’
Any time I got you, girl you my possession
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collectionnn.
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Trina – Takin Over Ladies Lyrics

[Verse 1: Trina]
Yes! I am the queen
Feed me diamonds
I don’t need a king
A couple mill, work the bling
Plus my back shot mean
And I’m fresh out the coupe
I’m bout to kill the scene!
Blah! Chicks get back! The Baddest Chick back!
And I’mma make it real hard for ya’ll to come back!
I’m flyer than the sky!
New coupe with the top back!
Damn! I’mma bad chick
But ya’ll already know that!
And I’m undefeated
Blowin’ kisses at you haters cause I’m Miami heated!
Tired of playin’ with you lames
I’m shutting down the game
Hope you had a lot of fun
With your little bit of bank
Beat the drum, blow the horn
For the queen of the south
Heres a new Louis bag for you to shut your mouth!
Roll out the red carpet!
Bring the trumpets out!
Cause the word on the street says I own the south!

[Hook: Lil Mo]
If you really want it, baby we got it
We got the fire, you’ve been waiting for
Homies done did it, but watch how we get it!
You can’t keep a strong woman down for long
Cause we taking over
All of my ladies
Cause we taking over
It’ll be crazy
We takin over
Don’t even try to hate
Wish a nigga would!
I’m still hood
Damn right!
(Think I ain’t taking over)

[Verse 2: Jackie-O]
Jackie-O, Jack, Jack the ripper
Big spender, showing love to the strippers
Time for a zippa, sang the song
Can’t be a queen if you ain’t gotta throne
I hear you knocking but nobodies home
You peaking through my window
Sitting in your windows, I’m gone
I’m in the fast lane, on any corner
And I’m breaking the crack game
You know we keep it real B!
Hoods feel me! One false move
Take you out your misery!
I give ‘em more bounce to the ounce!
I’ma show ‘em things they can’t even pronounce
I talk greasy, I know what the hands do
H2 and I’m blowing trees like yancy
Detroit brick sanders, queen of rap!
Say my name, I’ll blow you off the map!

[Bridge: Lil Mo]
Cause we taking over
All of my ladies
Cause we taking over
It’ll be crazy
We taking over
So don’t even try to hate
Wish a nigga would!
I’m still hood
Damn right!
Cause we taking over

[Verse 3: Remy Ma]
I am that bitch!
Stunt on niggas! Stunt on chicks!
I like to smoke
I need some crip
I got hoes
I need a strip
I got coke
I need a flip
Why sell O’s when I got bricks?
I just get the dough, dont even touch the shit!
And if I blaze, always the purple pip
See the girl how I sets it on fire
I write more than your ghost writer
Ma you’re not hard, your vagina
Your a bone thug, you’re not a fighter
Mic check, my check, your provider
You memorize well
You’re a good reciter
See, the clock ticks and now its my time-a
I’m the best female rhymer!
Ya dig?

[Hook: Lil Mo]
If you really want it, baby we got it
We got the fire, you’ve been waiting for
Homies done did it, but watch how we get it!
You can’t keep a strong woman down for long
Cause we taking over
All of my ladiez
Cause we taking over
It’ll be crazy
We takin over
Don’t even try to hate
Wish a nigga would!
I’m still hood
Damn right!

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JAY-Z Adds More Tour Dates To “4:44 Tour” This Fall

JAY-Z will be going on tour this fall for his “4:44 Tour and he has already added more dates after some shows starting selling out very quickly.

One of the shows that has already sold out is for November 26 at the Barclays Center in Brooklyn. JAY-Z has already added another date for the Barclays Center. The tour is slated to kick off on October 27th in Anaheim, CA. before making it’s way across dozens of major U.S. and Canadian cities like Toronto, Atlanta, Miami, Chicago, New York, Washington DC, Boston, San Diego, Los Anageles and more. The last show is set for December 21 at the Forum in Los Angeles, but more dates could be added later.

JAY-Z has been dominating hip-hop since dropping his new album 4:44 on June 30th. The project received high praises from industry critics and fans alike. The album was released exclusively on TIDAL but is now on Apple Music and Google Play. Tickets for the “4:44 Tour” are now available for TIDAL subscribers and will be available for Citi card members on Thursday July 13th and for everyone else on Friday.

JAY-Z 4:44 Tour Dates

10/27 — Anaheim, CA @ Honda Center
10/28 — Las Vegas, NV @ T-Mobile Arena
11/1 — Fresno, CA @ Save Mart Center at Fresno State
11/3 — Phoenix, AZ @ Talking Stick Resort Arena
11/5 — Denver, CO @ Pepsi Center Arena
11/7 — Dallas, TX @ American Airlines Center
11/8 — Houston, TX @ Toyota Center
11/9 — New Orleans, LA @ Smoothie King Center
11/11 — Orlando, FL @ Amway Center
11/12 — Miami, FL @ American Airlines Arena
11/14 — Atlanta, GA @ Philips Arena
11/15 — Nashville, TN @ Bridgestone Arena
11/16 — Charlotte, NC @ Spectrum Center
11/18 — Detroit, MI @ Little Caesars Arena
11/19 — Cleveland, OH @ Quicken Loans Arena
11/21 — Montreal, QC @ Bell Centre
11/22 — Toronto, ON @ Air Canada Centre
11/25 — Boston, MA @ TD Garden
11/26 — Brooklyn, NY @ Barclays Center
11/29 — Washington, DC @ Verizon Center
12/2 — Uniondale, NY @ NYCB LIVE’s Nassau Coliseum
12/5 — Chicago, IL @ United Center
12/6 — Lincoln, NE @ Pinnacle Bank Arena
12/9 — Edmonton, AB @ Rogers Place
12/11 — Vancouver, BC @ Pepsi Live at Rogers Arena
12/13 — Seattle, WA @ KeyArena
12/14 — Portland, OR @ Moda Center
12/16 — Oakland, CA @ Oracle Arena
12/17 — Sacramento, CA @ Golden 1 Center
12/19 — San Diego, CA @ Viejas Arena
12/21 — Los Angeles, CA @ The Forum

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Bookoobaby

Lyrics to ‘Bookoobaby’ by MadeinTYO:

–Intro–
Ooh, hey
Ooh, yeah
Hey

–Verse–
Me, yeah, [?]
Hey, oh, no it ain’t Will
Mm, give me some head and some food
I’m just tryna change your mood
Ooh, yeah, check out my moves
Ooh, yeah, check out my moves
I’m making bookoo[?]
I’m making bookoo[?]
Sing it like Luther baby
Sing it like Luther baby
Fuck her, that shawty go brazy
Remember them niggas that played me
You knew them niggas fugazy
I want my bitch getting gravy
Shawty get me right, I’m faded
Shawty get me right, I’m faded
Ooh, let me get out the way
These niggas feel some way
How many racks you make?
I hear my song every day
You know that I’m getting paid
Flex on these niggas fo’ sho
Flex on these niggas fo’ sho
Shawty told me I’m the GOAT
You want it long in your throat
You the type to drop the soap
I wanna cop a boat
Miami for a show
I need a Grammy, I know
I need a Grammy, I know

–Outro–
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah
Get out my way, get out my way
Yeah, yeah
Get out my way, get out my way
Ooh, why you in my way?
Why you in my way?
Ooh, get out my way, get out my way, get out my way
Ooh, you on the wave, you on the wave, you on the wave
Ooh, you on the wave, you on the wave
Fu-fu-fuck it
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah
Get out my way, get out my way
Yeah, yeah
Get out my way, get out my way

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Wizkid – Come Closer (feat. Drake)

[Intro: Drake & Wizkid]
Go outside, big time forward, heh
Starboy dey here suh

[Verse 1: Wizkid]
Came into the game, no one replace me
Me love my Hennessy straight with no chaser
All of my guys know me all about me paper
Me got me girls all around me, me no chaser, yah
Starboy, call me number one
When me tune drop, the girls, they bounce along
Me no let nothing come between me and me paper
So when me come inna di place, me undertaker

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

[Verse 2: Wizkid]
Me, me number one inna me city
Me steady repping, representing for me city, yo
African-born, me rep my ting, yo
Me come clean like me come inna me video
Me, me come through like a soldier
She give me tease and she pleasing my roja
She got the keys to my Porsche and my Rover
We in Miami living La Vida Loca, ayy

[Hook: Wizkid]
Girl you got that ting, I know
You got the body, I know oh
You make me sing, I know
You make me sing, I know oh

[Hook]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

[Verse 3: Drake]
Too mix up in drama to go outside
Too mix up in drama to free my mind
Jealous people around me, I need to change my life
I just turn colder every time I try
What would I do without you, my chargie?
I don’t feel that way with anybody
Tell me your secrets, I’m not messy
Steady it for me, girl, hold steady
I wanna put you in my life
Your hair smell like the tropics, your body look nice
One fuck cyaan hold me, we gotta go twice
I’m here for you, just tell me what you like
I wanna put you in my life

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

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Come Closer

Lyrics to ‘Come Closer’ by Wizkid:

–Intro: Drake & Wizkid–
Go outside, big time forward, heh
Starboy dey here suh

–Verse 1: Wizkid–
Came into the game, no one replace me
Me love my Hennessy straight with no chaser
All of my guys know me all about me paper
Me got me girls all around me, me no chaser, yah
Starboy, call me number one
When me tune drop, the girls, they bounce along
Me no let nothing come between me and me paper
So when me come inna di place, me undertaker

–Chorus: Wizkid–
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

–Verse 2: Wizkid–
Me, me number one inna me city
Me steady repping, representing for me city, yo
African-born, me rep my ting, yo
Me come clean like me come inna me video
Me, me come through like a soldier
She give me tease and she pleasing my roja
She got the keys to my Porsche and my Rover
We in Miami livin’ La Vida Loca, ayy

–Bridge: Wizkid–
Girl, you got that ting, I know
You got the body, I know
You make me sing, I know
You make me sing, high note, ay
Girl, you got that ting, I know
You got the body, I know
You make me sing, high note
You make me sing, high note, ay

–Chorus: Wizkid–
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

–Verse 3: Drake–
Too mix up in drama to go outside
Too mix up in drama to free my mind
Jealous people around me, I need to change my life
I just turn colder every time I try
What would I do without you, my chargie?
I don’t feel that way with anybody
Tell me your secrets, I’m not messy
Steady it for me, girl, hold steady
I wanna put you in my life
Your hair smell like the tropics, your body look nice
One fuck cyaan hold me, we gotta go twice
I’m here for you, just tell me what you like
I wanna put you in my life

–Chorus: Wizkid–
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

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Iggy Pop – Perverts In The Sun Lyrics

IGGY POP
Perverts In The Sun Lyrics

(feat. The Trolls)

The USA is movin’ south
Our power is mostly mouth
Miami beach to Malibu
Hot weather makes’em wanna screw
Shemales, jumps bails
Weird tales on the scales
If it fails chip’n dale
Hit the gym in animal skin

Perverts in the sun
Perving everyone
Perverts in the sun
Perving everyone

Fruit punch
Go to crunch
Take a pill
Lose your will
Get a job, in street promotion
Pushing handbills on the ocean
Gang fights all night
Garbages can’s got a tan
Rich men and hungry chicks
Stick’em in the blender – hey big spender !

Perverts in the sun
Perving everyone
Perverts in the sun
Perving everyone

O.J, O.J, Jose Sammy too, got nothin’ to do
The realtor hit the floor
He’s disgusted
Wants to get’em all busted

Perverts in the sun
Perving everyone
Perverts in the sun
Perving everyone

You guys are perverts

Perverts in the sun
Perving everyone
Perverts in the sun
Perving everyone
Perverts in the sun
Perving everyone

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News

Lyrics to ‘News’ by Prospectt:

–Hook: Prospectt–
I, y’alls heard the news
You got a hard time tryna choose
I, y’alls heard the news
You got a hard time tryna choose
Do he love you love you?
Like I love you love you
Do he fuck you fuck you?
Like I fuck you fuck you
I, y’alls heard the news
You got a hard time tryna choose

–Verse 1: Prospectt–
I make music for these baddies and the paper trappers
All my niggas eating good you should see the platters
Got a chick out in Atlanta who goin’ ham with hammers
We in defeated in the club that shit hang on banner
Woah they get a video in Haiti then flew in to Punta Cana
I’m gettin’ a status man why I expected the propaganda
You karaoke niggas don’t impress me no
Word in Miami don’t test me tho
Lil Haiti uptown what I’m claim on
Cause I’m really Haitian with them Haitians
There you go

–Hook: Prospectt–
I, y’alls heard the news
You got a hard time tryna choose
I, y’alls heard the news
You got a hard time tryna choose
Do he love you love you?
Like I love you love you
Do he fuck you fuck you?
Like I fuck you fuck you
I, y’alls heard the news
You got a hard time tryna choose

–Verse 2: Tory Lanez–
I, just heard the news
Self made nigga I ain’t paying back the dues
I, leave witchu and we can’t call a truce
I came with some dimes you came with some mulah fuck are yous?
I, got two bad bitches
I, bumped the bed spring up to mattresses
I, got lil mama acting like a savage
She thought she’d never fuck with me I’m way above the averages
I Know
I, pull up in the Rolls
Duckin TMZ I’m tryin’ not to get exposed
Shuffling my hoes in irreversible doors
I been killin’ with these verses think I’m rehearsin’ the flows
This just me and lil [?] she been reworking the stove
It’s just me and lil bro that’s me working at more shit
Pop a perc and pop that pussy for me in the Rolls
She know how I roll she gon do it for me in the Rove
Hardly ever sold but she said she want some closure
I gave her no disclosure but fucked her on the sofa

–Hook: Prospectt–
I, y’alls heard the news
You got a hard time tryna choose
I, y’alls heard the news
You got a hard time tryna choose
Do he love you love you?
Like I love you love you
Do he fuck you fuck you?
Like I fuck you fuck you
I, y’alls heard the news
You got a hard time tryna choose

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That’s What I Like – Ysabelle Cuevas

Lyrics of That’s What I Like – Ysabelle Cuevas

I got a condo in Manhattan
Baby boy, what’s happening?
You and your heart invited
So gon’ and get to clappin’
Just, pop it for a pimp
Pop, pop it for me
Turn around and drop it for a pimp
Drop, drop it for me
I’ll rent a beach house in Miami
Wake up with no jammies
Lobster tail for dinner
Julio serve that scampi
You got it if you want it
Got, got it if you want it
Said you got it if you want it
Take my wallet if you want it now

Jump in the Cadillac
Girl, let’s put some miles on it
Anything you want
Just to put a smile on it
You deserve it, baby, you deserve it all
And I’m gonna give it to you

Gold jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sit by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

I’m talkin’ trips to Puerto Rico
Say the word and we go
You can be my freaka
And I’ll be a fleeko,
I will never make a promise that I can’t keep
I promise that your smile ain’t gon’ never leave
Shopping sprees in Paris
Everything 24 karats
Take a look in that mirror
Now tell me who’s the fairest
Is it you? Is it you? Is it me? Is it me?
Say it’s us, say it’s us, and I’ll agree, baby

Jump in the Cadillac
Boy, let’s put some miles on it
Anything you want
Just to put a smile on you
You deserve it, baby, you deserve it all
And I’m gonna give it to you

Gold jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sit by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

Say you want a good wife
Here I am, baby, here I am, baby
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Tell me what’s on your mind
If you want it, girl come and get it
All this is here for you
Tell me, baby, tell me, tell me, baby
What you tryna do

Gold jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sit by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

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Bryson Tiller – Don’t Get Too High (True To Self Album)

Hey
Yeah
Back again with the
Them cuffin’ season tunes
Hey
Hey, you
Okay, spend too much time with your friends
Too much time with your friends
Turned up at the function
You could barely function
Oh, you getting drunk and too high to call me up, and
Hanging with them other niggas, I could barely stomach
Oh, you telling me the shit you used to put up with
You ain’t go through that twice, okay
I’ma come through, spend the night, okay
1300 on the flight, okay
Love, you can’t put a price on it
Something came up, girl, I know it
You don’t never got time for me
‘Cause you spend too much time with your friends, fuck y’all doing? Hey
Spending money on strip clubs and drugs, I knew it
Damn shawty, you know love ain’t the same way I do it
I’m the only drug you need to get you through it
I always tell you don’t get too high
Don’t drink too much, don’t smoke too much
Tell me if it’s cool if I come by and keep you up
I show you love, I show you love
Girl, I’m not trying to kill your vibe, kill your buzz
I ain’t tryna’ sober you up
Girl, I"m just trying to be by your side
And be the one that you saw first whenever you woke up
Woah, you make me feel how I make other bitches feel
Like you be cool without or with me here
Stuck in Miami, I don’t know why I feel empty here
They say, "Don’t bring sand to the beach, you’ll see there’s plenty here"
Seems like all I ever see is fake ass and fake titties here
And hoes looking for a come up and a nigga that’s tricking here
Girl, I don’t wanna be the nigga to give you dick and disappear
If you want me to, I could do you like I do women here
‘Cause you spend too much time with your friends, fuck y’all doing? Hey
Spending money on strip clubs and drugs, I knew it
Damn shawty, you know love ain’t the same way I do it
I’m the only drug you need to get you through it
I always tell you don’t get too high
Don’t drink too much, don’t smoke too much
Tell me if it’s cool if I come by and keep you up
I show you love, I show you love
Girl, I’m not trying to kill your vibe, kill your buzz
I ain’t tryna’ sober you up
Girl, I"m just trying to be by your side
And be the one that you saw first whenever you woke up
Blow that dope, dope
Blow that dope, dope
Blow that dope, dope
Blow that dope, dope
Blow that dope, dope
Blow that dope, dope

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Dave East – Mask Off (Eastmix)

[Verse]
The trap, I can go back any minute
Any privilege got me lookin’ at these bitches really different
Shot a video in the 30’s, guess he really trippin’
Never penny pitchin’, the Henny gone then we Remy sippin’
Hard to kill, sober brought painkillers on any mission
Paranoia ready, Miami just to let Diddy listen
Back and forth about who the hottest, got the whole city riffin’
I ain’t never leased phone ‘posits I wore my penny’s different
Gave my couso life so fuck it, I take a million visits
Diamond district, I left with water now I got women kissin’
Follow niggas right where they livin’, nothing about me timid
Foreign drop, dash 2 20 moving a mile a minute
Mama disappointed with my mugshot I was smilin’ in it
We blessed on the Benz plates, King Khaled it
Dirty project kids and A-List parties, we be wildin’ in it
Steak medium well, mashed potatoes and salmon with it
True father won’t even cop it unless his child can get it
Talking my shit, walking up Lennox just cause Malcolm did it
Snoop said no pussy good enough to get burnt while I’m in it
These niggas loud and they losin’ and I’m in silence winnin’
Percocet, I’m still poppin’ percocet
If I punch ’em they gon’ sue me they ain’t even worth the threat
Ambidextrous drive with my right, I can work the left
I ain’t learned shit in college in the streets I learned finesse
Earn respect, learned that way before I ever earned a check
Feel like Nino, big cuban right over the turtleneck
Not concerned with what you roll with, my backwoods burn the best
Stuntin’ on your chest, speak on it only bitches got breast my nigga
She make the dick disappear, I call that magic
Louis Vutton all of my fabric, catch me in traffic
Where I’m from dead by 21 that was the average
I’m 28 coolin’ try not to repeat the madness
Stashed the work in my jacket
Feet was hurtin’ from calice, every day eatin’ at palace
Got some freaks at the Radison, fall asleep if they chattin’
Potential that the streets can’t imagine, I came from baggin’
Got a thing for them trucks, got the Rover I want the Wagen
And I ain’t steppin’ in that club until I get the backend
She tried to parallel park the Ferrari, hard to back in
Westside connection, ice cubes plus a Mac-10
Call me anything what you want, but broke or a bad friend
I’m a fucking cash cow, I bring a lotta cash in
I really made my dad smile, reason that nigga braggin’
I ain’t have to ask him, me broke that’s past tense
Shot out to my landlord, know I was late with mad rent
You blew settlement money, now you wonderin’ where the cash went
30 plus ain’t nothing in your pockets but mad lint
Never made nothing out yourself, I know your dad’s sick
Mask off, mask on I hope this mask fit
Way too many miles on that pussy, mami got bad grip
Harlem taught me to cop a new car after you crashed whips
Look at Trump if you wonder the power that the cash get’s