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Below are the complete “Codeine Dreaming” lyrics by Kodak Black displayed. These lyrics were added November 27, 2017. This track is charting as #58 in the latest Billboard charts.

Codeine Dreaming lyrics

[intro: Kodak Black]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Take that all the way up
I’m about to take off on these niggas
And I’m codeine dreaming
(and I’m codeine dreaming,and I’m codeine dreaming
And I’m codeine dreaming,and I’m codeine dreaming)

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I might take off on you peons and go away to Venus
I’m a star so I put a neutron on my pinkie
I’m moonwalking but my Christian Loubotin’s bleeding
I’m smoking moonrocks, shawty, and I’m feeling seated
I might take off on you peons and go away to Venus
I’m a star so I put a neutron on my pinkie
I’m moonwalking but my Christian Loubotin’s bleeding
I’m smoking moonrocks, shawty, and I’m feeling seated

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
I’m in Uranus right now, I think I’ve seen a demon
I thought I left you back there in the cell or am I dreamin’?
Say I ain’t dealing with your dawg, going a different way
I broke up with my redbone, I went the milky way
I’m ridin’ in a Wraith feeling like I’m in outer space
Stars on my sunroof, Planet of the Apes
I couldn’t wait until they released me, right back on the turf
I took off on you bustas, left you right on planet Earth
I’m feeling Jimmy Neutron, how I blast off on a verse
I know my son gon’ like this song so I ain’t finna curse
Know he gon’ wanna explore the world so I’m gon’ show him first
Say we’re just distinguished beings, baby, me and you diverse

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[Hook: Kodak Black]
I might take off on you peons and go away to Venus
I’m a star so I put a neutron on my pinkie
I’m moonwalking but my Christian Loubotin’s bleeding
I’m smoking moonrocks, shawty, and I’m feeling seated
I might take off on you peons and go away to Venus
I’m a star so I put a neutron on my pinkie
I’m moonwalking but my Christian Loubotin’s bleeding
I’m smoking moonrocks, shawty, and I’m feeling seated
(and I’m codeine dreaming,and I’m codeine dreaming
And I’m codeine dreaming)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Bout to take off on you peons and go back to Mars
Bout to leave these peons behind like the Jackson 4
Tried to moonwalk on the moon and had to wax the floors
Tried to put me in a box and then I crashed the Porsche
Bout to wake up in your biatch and go back & forth
Got her trapping out the the Fiat, she be back and forth
‘Bout to put myself together, take it back apart
Got the codeine, all my brothers smell like caviar
Codeine dreaming, they come true too, that’s my spaceship, brp brp!
My milky way got pregnant, she said it’s for you hoo
FaceTime Kodak with my new new, I left you ’cause he knew you
I’m wet dreaming ’bout Actavis, 2 new cups feel like new boobs
Tunechi!

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I might take off on you peons and go away to Venus
I’m a star so I put a neutron on my pinkie
I’m moonwalking but my Christian Loubotin’s bleeding
I’m smoking moonrocks, shawty, and I’m feeling seated
I might take off on you peons and go away to Venus
I’m a star so I put a neutron on my pinkie
I’m moonwalking but my Christian Loubotin’s bleeding
I’m smoking moonrocks, shawty, and I’m feeling seated

[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
Bout to go to Saturn, heard they got the baddest species
You can hit me on my Galaxy, you tryna reach me
I went to Mars to get some Xanax bars and to go to sleep
I’m in my Orange space shuttle flyin’ two seats
I left Future in Pluto cause that boy was too geeked
And I’m playing Sudoku all the way to Mercury
I took too much of shrooms feel like I’m on Neptune
I’m with an alien, she show me what that neck do
And I’m a metamorphosis, you just a regular dude
You need a space suit to get up on this latitude
If she ain’t foreign, then she boring I need a Zircon
You takin’ morphine, homie you a moron

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I might take off on you peons and go away to Venus
I’m a star so I put a neutron on my pinkie
I’m moonwalking but my Christian Loubotin’s bleeding
I’m smoking moonrocks, shawty, and I’m feeling seated
I might take off on you peons and go away to Venus
I’m a star so I put a neutron on my pinkie
I’m moonwalking but my Christian Loubotin’s bleeding
I’m smoking moonrocks, shawty, and I’m feeling seated
(and I’m codeine dreaming,and I’m codeine dreaming
And I’m codeine dreaming,and I’m codeine dreaming)

Below are the complete “B.M” lyrics by Kris Wu displayed. These lyrics were added November 27, 2017.

B.M lyrics

[Verse 1]
E.S.T 5.6
We been on it ever since
The London bridge didn’t fall on this
Cuz the sh*t we wear was too flame
Never miss designed for sure cultured
The minds of greats un-altered
Define the rights dream about skies
Paint a perfect montage on summer nights
Trenched down head to toe
Laced out high to low
Parfumed yea you know
Cosmetics for the show
Check the tape, operator
This pattern needs to co-operate
Too flex on haymaker I’m tailor made punctuate
Yea I’m tailor made Burberry made

[Chorus]
Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet
Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet

[Verse 2]
Cameras flashing’
Lights, action
No collaboration
No elaboration
Walkway that’s always my stage
I’m the king check yo queen
Checkmate
Shades on days, yea
Askin’ my name yea
Fly as hell on nights got game, yea
Clean out, two tone, we moving’ on
Lean on, red zone, we moving’ on
No doubt, lights out, till the dawn
Night in, night out, Dom Perignon
Yea uh jump in my rolls
Yea uh check on my clothes
Yea uh cash and the o’s
Yea uh I just might buy you a rose

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[Bridge]
Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet

Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet

[Chorus]
Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet

Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet

Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet

Below are the complete “MIC Drop” lyrics by BTS displayed. These lyrics were added November 27, 2017. This track is charting as #71 in the latest Billboard charts.

MIC Drop lyrics

[Intro: Desiigner]
Git, git, brrra, git, git
Damn, son, where’d you get that from
Git, git, hey, brrra
Damn, hey, brrra
Git, git (damn, bro)

[Verse 1: Desiigner]
Playin’ that basketball, uh (git)
We playin’ that a lot, huh (git, git, git)
I’ma just get to the chicken, whip it then I flip it (git, yuh)
Then trap it all, huh (git, git, brrra, trap it all)
I gotta get to the dolla (git, git)
All them haters, back ’em off (git, git, brrra, back)
Smokin’ on gas a lot (git, gas)
Ready to wack ’em all
Huh, huh, wack ’em all (wack, wack)
Wack ’em all (brrr, brrr, wack)
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap ’em all, huh
This what I do to the haters
The choppa hit ’em, tell ’em back ’em off, huh
She like Apple Jack, huh (git, Jack)
I like apple sauce, huh, huh (brrra)
That’s a boss, huh, huh (boss, git, git)
That’s the cost, huh, huh (cost, brrra, git, git)
Why you tryna flex, in your fashion off (brrra, flex)
Chain around my neck and her, … soft (ayy)
Smokin’ on that gas, I ain’t passin’ off (git, git, smoke)
Asthma cough (asthma)
Fashion law (flexin’)
Stash it off (brrra, stash, stash)
Dash it off (dash)
Flash it off (brrra, flash)
Don’t pass it off (hey, hey)
I’ma just get to the kitchen, and trap hard, hard, hard
With all my…

[Pre-Chorus: V, Jungkook, Jimin, Jin]
Did you see my bag? (Where?)
Did you see my bag? (Where?)
It’s hella trophies and it’s hella thick (hella thick, hella thick)
What you think ’bout that? (Well)
What you think ’bout that? (Well)
I bet it got my haters hella sick (hella sick)
Come and follow me, follow me with your signs up (uh)
I’m so firin’, firin’, boy, your time’s up (uh)
Keep on and runnin’ and runnin’ until I catch up (uh)
How you dare? How you dare? How you dare? (Dare, ah)

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[Chorus: Jungkook, RM & Suga]
Another trophy, my hands carry ’em (hey)
Too many that I can’t even count ’em (turn it up now)
Mic drop, mic drop
Bal, bal josim, neone mal, maljosim

[Post-Chorus: Jimin, RM & J-Hope]
Somebody stop me, I’m ’bout to pop off (pop)
Too busy, you know my body ain’t enough (turn it up now)
Mic drop, mic drop
Bal, bal josim, neone mal, maljosim

[Verse 2: Suga, J-Hope, RM & Desiigner]
Baby, watch your mouth (mouth)
It come back around (’round)
Once upon a time (time)
We learned how to fly (fly)
Go look at your mirror (ooh)
Same damn clothes (git)
You know how I feel (ooh)
??? (turn up)
How many hours do we fly? (Ooh)
I keep on dreamin’ on the cloud (hah)
Yeah, I’m on the mountain, yeah, I’m on the bay (pop)
Everyday we vibin’, mic drop, bam

[Pre-Chorus: Jungkook, V, Jimin & Jin]
Did you see my bag? (Where?)
Did you see my bag? (Where?)
It’s hella trophies and it’s hella thick (hella thick, hella thick)
What you think ’bout that? (Well)
What you think ’bout that? (Well)
I bet it got my haters hella sick (hella sick)
Come and follow me, follow me with your signs up (uh)
I’m so firin’, firin’, boy, your time’s up (uh)
Keep on and runnin’ and runnin’ until I catch up (uh)
How you dare? How you dare? How you dare? (Dare, ah)

[Chorus: V, J-Hope & RM]
Another trophy, my hands carry ’em (hey)
Too many that I can’t even count ’em (turn it up now)
Mic drop, mic drop
Bal, bal josim, neone mal, maljosim

[Post-Chorus: Jungkook, RM & J-Hope]
Somebody stop me, I’m ’bout to pop off (pop)
Too busy, you know my body ain’t enough (turn it up now)
Mic drop, mic drop
Bal, bal josim, neone mal, maljosim

[Bridge: RM]
Haters gon’ hate
Players gon’ play
Live a life, man
Yah, good luck

[Intro: Charli XCX]
Eh-eh-eh
Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh
Eh-eh-eh-XCX Charli

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Yeah, you know I’m sugary sweet
Baby boy, gon’ rot your teeth like what
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Yeah, you know I’m sugary sweet
Baby boy, gon’ rot your teeth like what

[Verse 1: CupcakKe]
When we have sex, f-fuck me like you obsessed
Servin’ you pussy for your lunch, so let me wear a hairnet (ahh)
Freaky lil’ bitch when I’m out with Charli
Yeah, we keep more eyes on us than the show iCarly (we do)
Bad bitch, make the way you can’t get over me
Yo ass a pussy, I’m above it like a ovary (bad bitch)
I’m talkin’ everyday, you gon’ wanna hit on this
So sticky, Winnie The Pooh ain’t got shit on this (nope)
Come get you a sample, lick between the camel
Pussy taste sweet ’cause I ate my pineapple (whoop)
Light a couple candles, prove you could handle
Pussy gooey like yolk before the egg scrambled (mmm)
Never trust a man who wear briefs (briefs)
‘Cause he gon’ wanna fuck and keep it brief (brief)
Call again when you need somethin’ to eat (eat)
So I could open my legs, bon appétit, let’s get it

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Yeah, you know I’m sugary sweet
Baby boy, gon’ rot your teeth like what
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Yeah, you know I’m sugary sweet
Baby boy, gon’ rot your teeth like what

[Verse 2: CupcakKe]
More flavor than Flavor Flav, my pussy is very brave
Give head like a genius, you could grade it the letter A (yeah)
Been fuckin’ since yesterday, still ’bout to escalate
Do jumpin’ jacks on that dick, I don’t get tired like Kevin Gates (mmm)
Go ahead, wash your face, got it sticky like paste
Hand-cuffed, wearin’ lace, yeah, that’s how I catch a case (ahh ahh)
Want another taste, you can meet me at Chase (Chase)
Or catch me outside, I ain’t comin’ to your place
Eatin’ all these sweets, fuck around and get a cavity
Used to call you Daddy, but now I call you my majesty
Hittin’ me from the back, but not talkin’ ’bout a battery
Let’s bring a hundred girls to the room, what’s your capacity?
Eatin’ all these sweets, fuck around and get a cavity
Used to call you Daddy, but now I call you my majesty
Hittin’ me from the back, but not talkin’ ’bout a battery
Let’s bring a hundred girls to the room, what’s your capacity?

[Verse 3: Brooke Candy]
Brooke Candy
All sticky down south, make it drip drop
I’m a hot shake when I strip off
[?] make you do the crip walk
Got a lip kit, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout the lipgloss (uh)
CupcakKe down for the three way
Pump a video when I got it on replay
Can you make that ass go low?
Bring it right back real slow, uh
I’m licking that cake off my face
He ask me can I put my brace?
I know that you love how it tastes
So, bitch get me back that clean cut, yeah, yeah
They say I’m a slut, that’s a compliment
And stealin’ yo’ girl’s an accomplishment
Take a boy, two at a time
I’m gon’ make [?]
Yo Charli get on this shit

[Refrain: Charli XCX & CupcakKe]
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (yeah!)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (yeah!)

[Chorus: Charli XCX & CupcakKe]
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Oh, damn, Oh, damn, that flavor, flavor so good, hey)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss…)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Oh, damn, Oh, damn, that flavor, flavor so good, hey)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss…)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Oh, damn, Oh, damn, that flavor, flavor so good, hey)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss…)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
Yeah, you know I’m sugary sweet
Baby boy, gon’ rot your teeth like what

[Outro: Charli XCX & CupcakKe]
It’s Charli (Charli)
It’s Charli, baby (ahh)
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Hey, yeah
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
CupcakKe (Bad, bitch)
It’s Charli (Charli)
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
It’s Charli, baby
It’s Charli, baby
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Hey, CupcakKe
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
It’s Charli
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
It’s Charli, it’s Charli
It’s Charli (Eh-eh-XCX)
It’s Charli, baby

[Verse 1]
Feeling kinky, lip syncing to Too $hort’s
“Freaky Tales” (Biatch!)
Having creepy visions of whiskey drinking
Envisioning sneaking into where Christie Brinkley dwells
I know this is risky thinking but I wanna stick her like she decals
But when murdering females better pay attention to these details
Or you could be derailed, better wear atleast three layers
Of clothing or be in jail
If you get scratched because your DNA’ll
Be all up under her fingernails
Man he hears you I don’t think he cares
He gives a fuck even his pinky swears
Three personalities burstin’ out of me, please, beware
Her TV blares, can’t hear the creaking stairs
She’s all aware in no underwear she’s completely bare
Turns around and screams I remember distinctly
I said “I’m here to do sink repairs.”
Chop her up put her body parts in front of Steven Avery’s trailer
And leave ’em there

[Chorus]
But hey man I was framed
I know what this looks like officers please just give me one minute
I think I can explain
I ain’t murder nobody I know these words are so nutty
But I’m just here to entertain
How come your shirt is so bloody?
There’s a missing person, so what he’s got nothing to do with me
I’m almost certain I was framed

[Verse 2]
Woke up it was dawn, must a knew something was wrong
Think I’m becoming a monster ’cause of the drugs that I’m on
Donald Duck’s on as the Tonka Truck in the yard
But dog how the fuck is Ivanka Trump in the trunk of my car
Gotta get to the bottom of it to try to solve it
Must go above and beyond, ’cause it’s incumbent upon
Me, ’cause I feel somewhat responsible for the dumb little blonde girl
That motherfuckin’ baton twirler that got dumped in the pond
Second murder with no recollection of it
Collecting newspaper articles, cutting up sections from it
Memory is too fucked to remember destructive temper cut my public defender’s jugular
Then stuck him up in the blender
Another dismembered toddler
Discovered this winter probably
‘Cause the disassembled body
Was covered up in the snow since the month of November oddly
I’m going in for questioning
Them son of a bitches probably just wanna pin this on me

[Chorus]
But hey man I was framed
I know what this looks like officers please just give me one minute
I think I can explain
I murdered nobody I know these words are so nutty
But I’m just here to entertain
How come your shirt is so bloody?
There’s a missing person, so what he’s got nothing to do with me
I’m almost certain I was framed

[Verse 3]
Still on the loose they
Spotted me inside McDonald’s, Tuesday
In a Toronto Blue Jays cap looking like your college roommate
With Rihanna, Lupe, Saddam Hussein, Bobby Boucher
Or was it Cool J the cops is on a goose chase
Just escaped from the state pen for raping eight women who hate men
Don’t make it no weirder I’m naked when I break in your basement
Under your babies play pen I lay and wait adjacent facing the door remaining patient
While staying complacent blatant
Sexual implications are continuing to get thrown
Insinuations are placed in little riddles and poems
Left on your pillow in hopes that when you get home
You’ll get the hint ho, I’m in your window
But it never occurred to me I could describe a murder scene
In a verse and be charged with first degree
Cause it just happened to match up perfectly
With the massacre or the Burger King burglary
No officer you see I was framed

[Chorus]
I know what this looks like officers please just give me one minute
I think I explain
I murdered nobody I know these words are so nutty
But I’m just here to entertain
How come your shirt is so bloody?
There’s a misssing person, so what he’s got nothing to do with me
I’m almost certain I was framed