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​BROCKHAMPTON – chain on / hold me Lyrics


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[Part I: chain on]

[Intro]
One, two

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Go ahead, throw a chain on, nigga
Tell them boys where you came from, nigga
Tell them boys why I stay up late
Tryna say, tryna say, tryna say somethin’, nigga
Tryna say
Go ahead, throw a chain on, nigga
Tell them boys where you came from, nigga
Tell them boys why I stay up late
Tryna say, tryna say, tryna say somethin’, nigga
Tryna say

[Verse: JPEGMAFIA]
Fifth string, Young Peggy ring, go
Slick with the ink, these melodies need Duolingo (Shit)
Same size as Dua Lipa, where the fuck my pen go?
Second fiddle to widows, you feel like Eddie Winslow
Street Fighter like Birdie, keep a stick like Rolento
Did you win if your purpose is just perfect potential?
Did you live up to it, is you just doin’ the minimum?
Used to get fifty views, now they need Peggy’s momentum (Yeah)
Let’s check the addendum
Switch the code, I’m speakin’ prophecies, like That’s So Raven
Bald headed with lil’ status, I feel like Maven
But I be dressed like Raven, up in the studio slavin’
Wonder how Peggy be- (Wait, wait)
Wonder how Peggy be cakin’? I be Easy Bakin’
My oven stay prepped and ready for the heat they takin’
Niggas that took this road and failed ain’t have proper placement
Some of you niggas don’t live well, does Peggy make you hate him?
Is it how I make the beats sound like Poltergeist? (Huh?)
Or when my homies bring my name up is it breedin’ spite?
It’s all talent, perfectly balanced, young supreme Kai
Who am I? Wake up every morning like it’s do or die
No surprise, dudes get jealous when you cut the ties
Livin’ life, Lance Armstrong at the finish line
Give it time, when we catch them cops on cam
I don’t need six seconds, you remember Vine
It’s nasty

[Part II: hold me]

[Intro: Method Man & KRS-One]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dolla dolla bill y’all, y’all
Of course all the hardcore heads
This one goes out to you
Crank up the volume one time
Peace to all the real DJs out there
Cause I don’t send my music to no garbage DJs
They get me
Woop-woop, that’s the sound of da police
Woop-woop, that’s the sound of the beast
Woop-woop, that’s the sound of da police

[Verse: Kevin Abstract]
Stuck in the wild, murder with a smile
The only child to make it up out the mud (Yeah)
My fingers bloody, my tooth is kinda crushed (Uh-huh)
The rush I hate is the one that you love
Fingers crossed (Yeah), criss-crossed, applesauce
Rugrats, writin’ raps, quittin’ jobs, runnin’ laps
Who was that that found the coke in your bag?
I was hopeless, we would laugh, on the lawn doin’ math
Ayy, ayy, I need some new jeans, I admire your blue jeans
I admire your mood swings, I admire the whole thing
It’s gettin’ lonely in Cali’, yeah, it’s so sunny though
Still got hope for the bloke over there with the runny nose
If I could keep your eyes on me long enough
I could prolly trick you into thinkin’ that I’m right enough
Like I got it all together, tell your fam’ I’m bright enough (Nah)
Keep my crew tight enough (Nah), give me the time, I’m writing up
(Nah, yeah)

[Break: Gil Scott-Heron]
It stands out on the highway
Like a creature from another time

[Chorus: Joba]
Hold me by surprise (Hold me by surprise, surprise, yeah)
And try to remember yesterday (Yesterday, ah, you)
Hold me by my head (Hold me by my head, head, yeah)
And rinse away the pain of yesterday (Yesterday, ah you)
I lay, I pray, for you in this time (I lay, I pray, for you in this time)
I lay, I pray, for you in this time (I lay, I pray, for you in this time)
I lay, I pray, for you in this time (I lay, I pray, for you in this time)
I lay, I pray, for you in this time (I lay, I pray, for you in this time)

[Break: JPEGMAFIA & Gil Scott-Heron]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Like a creature from another time), yeah

[Chorus: JPEGMAFIA, JPEGMAFIA & Joba, Joba]
Hold me by surprise
Oh, yeah-yeah, yeah
Hold me by surprise
Yeah-yeah-yeah, no you won’t (See, you quick)
Hold me by surprise
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hold me by surprise (Yeah)
And try to remember yesterday
Hold me by my head (Ooh yeah)
And rinse away the pain of yesterday

[Outro: Joba, Method Man & DJ Bobbito Garcia]
Cash rules everything around me
I lay, I pray, for you in this time
Cash rules everything around me
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dolla dolla bill y’all, y’all
Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties


Blueface – Bussdown Lyrics


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[Intro: Blueface]
Oooh
Blueface baby (Blueface baby)
Yeah, aight
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh

[Chorus: Blueface & Offset]
Used to ride the bus down (Skrr)
Now I wear a bussdown (Ice)
I just made 6 like a touchdown
I need it all when I touch down
Used to ride the bus down (Hey)
Now I wear a bussdown (Bussdown)
I just made 6 like a touchdown (Brr)
I need it all when I touch down

[Verse 1: Blueface]
I used to roll in the metro (Metro)
Rollie bussdown like the metro (Bussdown)
Million dollar cars off the metro (Metro)
I used to shop off the let go (Let go)
Now I go shop just to let go (Let go)
I ain’t never had a school award (Never)
Spent fifty thousand on a watch (Watch)
And it came with a appraisal (Ooh)
Put a hole in a nigga (Bang)
Now he looking like a bagel (Bang)
How could I ever go broke (Never)
If Cash Money is the label? (Weirdo)
Bleed the block in a mini van (Bleed ’em)
Like I came and fixed the cable, man
Ain’t it a great feeling? Damn
Beat the odds now, I get paid for the evening

[Chorus: Blueface & Offset]
Used to ride the bus down (Skrr, woo)
Now I wear a bussdown (Bussdown)
I just made 6 like a touchdown (6)
I need it all when I touch down (I need that)
Used to ride the bus down (Woo)
Now I wear a bussdown
I just made 6 like a touchdown (Brr, brr)
I need it all when I touch down (Offset)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Bussdown Cuban, fuck it, bust the Uzi
Smoking on a cookie and I made the air polluted
I can feel the whole hundred racks in the Ksubis (Racks)
I’ve been getting money since a young nigga Juvie (Hey)
Look at how I drip, Austin Powers, groovy (Look it)
12 get behind me, bust a left, then a U-ey (12)
Diamonds get to hitting and they splashin’ on the Louis (Splash)
Thick bad bitch on the ‘gram and I flew it (Bad)
Bussdown a watch, I’ma bust down your thot (Woo)
Thirty round Glock cause a nigga tryna plot
Lamborghini drop-top flexing on a opp (Flex)
I’m a walking zombie when I’m sippin’ on the wock (Wock)
Trapping out the bando (Bando)
Get the work, make the profit, buy a Range Rover (Profit)
When I got my first mil’ it was game over (Game over)
Had to go and pop the ceil’ now the pain over (Hey)

[Chorus: Blueface]
Used to ride the bus down (Bus down)
Now I wear a bussdown (Bussdown)
I just made 6 like a touchdown (Touchdown)
I need it all when I touch down (Touch down)
Used to ride the bus down (Bus down)
Now I wear a bussdown (Bussdown)
I just made 6 like a touchdown (Touchdown)
I need it all when I touch down (Touch down)

[Verse 3: Blueface]
I need half upfront (Right now)
The other half when I touch down (Touch down)
Can’t do nothing without the backie (Back end)
They just want me in the backie (Backie)
Keep sticks on me like a caddie (Ooh)
But you will never catch me lacking (Never)
I pulled up in a big Benz (Big Benz)
I keep a stick like an old man (Old man)
They just want her a rich man (Rich man)
I’m in the area like Richmond (Richmond)
Always had me a vision
But this ain’t That’s So Raven
Bitch I fly like a raven (Raven)
I’m Baltimore like the Ravens (Ravens)
Chopper make a nigga breakdance (Breakdance)
Paint his brain on the pavement

[Chorus: Blueface]
Used to ride the bus down (Bus down)
Now I wear a bussdown (Bussdown)
I just made 6 like a touchdown (Touchdown)
I need it all when I touch down (Touch down)
Used to ride the bus down (Bus down)
Now I wear a bussdown (Bussdown)
I just made 6 like a touchdown (Touchdown)
I need it all when I touch down (Touch down)


Young Thug – Money Shot Lyrics


[Intro]
Yeah, diamonds real clear (clear)
Never drink beer (nah)
I prefer lean, my dear (Wok’, slatt)
Eight hoes with me like Santa Claus’ deers (slatt)
And I’m gon fly outta here
Wheezy beats
Buzz Lightyear (ayy)

[Verse ]
I drink [?] Voss (woah)
I ain’t never drove an Impa—nah
Pinky ring is a star (uh)
Young nigga buyin’ out the bar, yeah (cash out)
The top go away (uh, whew)
[?]
Get me a bottle
Pop it and spray it in his face
Why the big bubble every baby, uh
Why the big bezel very amaze, yeah
Buy the big bezel every baby, uh
Why the big bezel very baby, ooh
So many spots, got you dazed (dazed)
So many spots like a maze (maze)
Gotta see the plantation, it’s amazin’ (maze)
I need 500 [?] (woo)
All my diamonds got a cravin’, huh
Got the bitch a spot in Brookhaven, huh
Diamonds so wet like I bathe em, yeah
Nuts too big to be scary, yeah
Psychic like That’s So Raven, yeah
Shot a fuck nigga in his face (doo-doo-doo-doo)
[?], not a [?]
All these feds tryna raid, yeah
Flipping these bitches, Johnny Cage (huh)
Bitches wanna fuck a bitch bae (ooh)
Bitches steady with the bang bang (woo)
Bitches wanna fuck night and day (woo)
This ain’t for you no shade (woo)
First I was ugly, now I’m lame
Bitches wanna have a baby (woo)
They say I look good and smell the same (woo)
Dawg you better guard your wave, yeah
Rap niggas watching my page, yeah
Yeah, pussy smell good like ooh, ooh
Bald head pussy got a shave
Good music playin’ through Dre’s
I’ma take the diamonds and wash my face, yeah
Bitch I’m gettin’ fresh in my sleep, yeah
Ain’t out rockin’ no J’s, yeah
Star on my Nike, today
Gorilla pants and they Bape (woo)
I’m havin’ a marvellous day
Hop in the ‘Rarri, go major
I don’t play games, 2K
I can’t have one bae
These bitches they want a be around me
‘Cause they know I make ’em slay, hey


Tyler, The Creator – GELATO Lyrics


[Intro: Tyler, The Creator + Jaquees]
Let’s hope they don’t take this one down man
Ooh, mm, mhmm
Yeah
OG Parker

[Verse: Tyler, The Creator + Jaquees]
What’s the deal-o? Ain’t ‘gon lie, I’m feelin’ you
You got me on tippy toe, So who’s Oliv, who’s Elio?
It’s don’t matter, negative niggas gon’ say, this don’t add up
But fuck they math up, shit, we subtract ’em
Ayo, tell me whats the problem, I just pop models
Boy or girls these days, shit, it don’t matter
We can fuck Sunday cause I don’t read Bibles
But I’m faithful to this money and these Céline goggles
I don’t pop bottles, I just cop automobiles full throttle
New engine can’t follow, get a jet to Lake Como
We can try some new gelato, shawty, I’m forreal
Like my role model, hmm
So let’s—
Shawty, I listen
Unlike like my father, I can give you attention
You won’t feel empty like pocket that lint in
Pack a few bags I got space in my mansions (plural)
Hurry with decision
Cause I’m looking for a parrot and you looking like pigeon
Better That’s So Raven and get another vision
If you wanna be my newest edition like Bivins, woah

[Chorus: Jaquees]
Feel like you need some validation (Yeah, yeah)
I got a plan ’cause you’re more than that
No better situation, girl
No, no, you all for that, and I ‘magine that
Feel like you need some validation
While I’m grippin’, your waist, we move to your place
No better situation (come on)
Girl, I’ll be your escape, come and swing my way
You think niggas full of lies

[Outro: Tyler The Creator]
Yeah yeah, Golf Wang, Golf shit, shoutout Jaquees
Switch it up, picking up my car in hour, this view is beautiful