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[Intro: Kodak Black]
Aye, everything be like, off the top these days like
(We got London on the track!)
These days, I don’t even know what a pad is these days, ya know
Fuck that hoe ’cause she a nat nat

[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
You ain’t the one for me, baby
You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I’m not your speed bitch
Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I’m just too G for you
Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got me for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
You said that you gon’ ride for me

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Baby, that’s blasphemy, yeah
Baby, you’re bad for me, yeah
Say you gon’ clap for me, yeah
Say you gon’ blast for me, yeah
Why you ain’t show me none of the love you say you have for me, yeah
I was goin’ through tragedy
Bitch, I needed you drastically, yeah
I’ma just switch my flow up, yeah
Maybe I’m sick, no throw up, yeah
Maybe I’m sick, no check up, yeah
Boy, you need to run your check up, yeah
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, no ketchup, yeah
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, can’t catch up, ayy
Hit her face down with her ass up, ayy
Even when I’m fucking, I’m masked up, ayy

[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
You ain’t the one for me, baby
You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I’m not your speed bitch
Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I’m just too G for you
Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (what)
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
And you say that you gon’ ride with me

[Verse 2: XXXTENTACION]
I ain’t gon’ do the nigga shit ’cause I’m too good for features, huh
I ain’t gon’ fuck the nigga bitch ’cause I know she a eater, ayy
Last time I wifed a bitch she told the world I beat her, huh
And when they locked Lil Kodak up, my nigga I couldn’t believe it, huh
Ayy lil’ shawty, pop my whoadie
Pockets on Pinocchio, poking yuh
Hit her from the back, damn that bitch bleeding
Said I knocked her period on
Remember when I had that poker, huh
Instead of looking over my shoulder, huh
Forcing with a nigga, no Yoda, huh
That mean a young nigga got what on me? (ayy)

[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
You ain’t the one for me, baby
You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I’m not your speed, bitch
Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I’m just too G for you
Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (fuck)
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got me for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
You say that you gon’ ride for me, ayy

[Outro: Kodak Black]
I’m in London, got my beat from London

Oh o-oh, Wake up!
Oh o-oh, Wake up!

All we know is time
It’s slipping from our lives
A world that kept the truth
Hidden in the lies

Standing on the stage
Bleeding out our youth
Create a holy war
And sell it back to you

We’ll shout it from the tallest building

We, won’t let them turn away
We’ll show them what they made
We’ll be here when the heart stops beating
We the nation of today
Our hearts that never fade
We’ll be here when the heart stops beating
Oh o-oh, Wake up!
Oh o-oh, Wake up!

See it in our eyes
That we were never blind
I will fight for you
Untill the day I die

We’ll shout it from the tallest building

We, won’t let them turn away
We’ll show them what they made
We’ll be here when the heart stops beating
We the nation of today
Our hearts that never fade
We’ll be here when the heart stops beating

We, won’t let them turn away
We’ll show them what they made
We’ll be here when the heart stops beating
We the nation of today
Our hearts that never fade
We’ll be here when the heart stops beating

We, won’t let them turn away
We’ll show them what they made
We’ll be here when the heart stops beating
We the nation of today
Our heats that never fade
We’ll be here when the heart stops beating
Oh o-oh, Wake up!
Oh o-oh, Wake up!

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, ayy, woah
Oh no, hold on, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I was just rollin’ the dice, huh
I was just tryna get by, I gambled my life, huh
I fucked around, had a kid and he had to stay fly, whew
I ain’t give no fuck, I got fresh from the shit on the side
I pray to God I die in my sleep
I pray my deaf brother don’t run into the police
‘Cause you tellin’ him to put his hands up, he can’t hear
Ain’t goin’ for deceased
These rookie police need to get trained, even in their sleep
Fuck around, make a nigga put it to your head lice, don’t it?
Come here, gon’ tell you how to get that cheese, macaroni
Spent all my tour money on the ring
Told ’em, “Go ‘head, get everything they fuckin’ see,” yeah
I grew my shit like I’m Mad Dog
I got a white and a black dog
I swear now that he’s on Adderall
Look in my face, I’m on Adderall
Shawty more P than a Madden ball
Suck on that cat, I’m the baddest, dawg
This sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce
Yeah gon’ pop a bean, join me
Fairfax, we shoppin’ spree, on me
Hundred thousand dollars and mixin’ leans, on me
You better not have to OD on me, ayy
Let’s go to people town
Put somethin’ in your account, bae
Now you don’t need me around, yeah
She want me to play and I ain’t with it
Yeah, gon’ gon’ ring around
Sing to her like Sean Garrett
I know my woes ready (my woes)
Tell me your card info (card info)
She don’t got no ego
Loosen up her backbones (her backbones)
Bendin’ her hardwood floors (woah)
Pussy wonderful (wonderful)
Uh, I came from rags to riches (woah)
She don’t got time to clash with bitches
She buyin’ bags for bitches
I’m ’bout to spazz, just listen
I don’t finish last, I win it, huh (win)
I beat that cat like Nitti, yeah
I bought a Jag with a Hemi, ayy
I throw a flag on these bitches, ayy
I wrapped up the last of these bitches
Foreign tags and American
Bring me a milli’, I’ll marry her, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
My dream just started workin’
Come ride with me and it’ll be gifts and curses
I see you… drinkin’ syrup, I see you workin
I see you…
I can see that ass from the front, it done got big on me
You can sit a cup on it and you can bid on it
Real pimp, no jabroni, I’m not gon’ sit on it
Tour around the whole wo-o-orld, Bands on me
Got a whole lot of M’s on me, ya dig? Hey
Whole lot of M’s on me, hey
Big body Benz on me, hey
Ride Bentley trucks on E, hey
Bless you sneeze on me, hey
Lamborghini luxury (luxury)
Lamborghini merch on me (merch)
Lamborghini Merci’, Merci’
Lamborghini murk-a, murk-a
Lamborghini wife with me, hey
Lamborghini price increased, hey
Ayy, 400 bitches (hey) way I live (that’s the way I live, hey)
You just said free my bro (hey) now he back on in the Pen (hey)
You ain’t ever cracked a seal (hey) then you got a deal
Pour that Actavis

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 3: Trouble]
It wasn’t like you had my back, no (no)
Homie you not have a whole spine
Didn’t ever wanna admit to the fact
That your baby boy was contemplatin’ dyin’
In the dream, yeah, I done seen you cryin’
Dream don’t compare to what I done seen (yeah)
They tried to kill me for nothin’ (lived though)
Tell her yeah she got it bussin’ (brrt)
Think about everybody else
I think once to myself, I think once to myself (not one time)
Only blamma to the left (damn) I’m up in the booth by myself
Never came for the fame, no (no)
I’m the same nigga, the same goals (same one)
Niggas hatin’ for these lame hoes
Put that pussy on me, she been tamed though (pussy)

[Verse 4: Shad da God]
Actavis got me dreamin’, Martin Luther (What you say?)
Rolls Royces and diamonds, they wet like coochie (they lucky, wow)
Boo right here sittin’ with a K full of kick like Bruce Lee
And I, ah, ah, jewelry, I got a line on that jewelry
Bitch on that, ayy, ayy, Malcolm X, tryna shoot me (shoot, shoot)
Screamin’ that, uh, got babies in that dually cruiser (woo)
You juugin’, you blessed, at your scene, blew bankroll like usual (bankroll)
They chasin’ the belt, I’m goin’ so fast it look like they’re in neutral (skrrt)
I was havin’ some lean
She wanna play with that Charlie Sheen
Put that bitch on a bean (hollup)
She steady dreamin’ ’bout lots of tings, she want lots of tings
Yeah I’m smokin’ a bag and killed that cat like curiosity
All night I buy some rings and swear by me
Cut

Part I

[Intro: Kris Wu]
Yah yah yah yah yah, oh yeah
Yah yah yah yah yah, 18, 18

[Verse 1: Kris Wu]
When I jump into the temple
Prefer a local [mental?]
Bending knees and wishing place inside to hide low, go
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Like I’m running the game
Don’t you fuck with my fame
Light it up, spark it up, burn it into flames
I’m the one and only motherfucker from the East
All them bitches lining up to feel me, spit it then I peace
Getting in my zone
I do this shit alone
I’m the Yeezus from the East
You need to Watch the Throne

[Chorus: Kris Wu]
All this ice be on me but I still be rising
I’ll be on your levels but I’m still riding
Say that I be falling but they see me flying
When you peep me, I’m at the top
Ayy, turn up, turn up
Oh now, the tides are turning
I ain’t never, ever doubt what I’ve been affording
All this ice be on me but I still be rising
Say that I be falling but they see me flying

[Verse 2: Rich Brian]
Yeah, tell your chick I like her, take her home, I like her
And I’m always stacking paper, but my name ain’t Michael
Got a crib in Indo, it’s tall just like the Eiffel
I can’t get her number if I put it on my right, yuh
God damn legit, told me that she liked my fit
When I take her out to dinner, man, the check ain’t gettin’ split
Don’t look like I’m getting thinner with the chickens and the ribs
Man, your bitch is what I say
One day, I saw her and got the kicks
Don’t say my name, I never wanna breathe your air
Coke and Kool-Aid, there’s just some shit you don’t compare
I got a x-ray and I just saw my old girl there
She was my ex babe, but now I really just don’t care
I’m so tired, but my mind is racing
Fuck with me and see what kinda problems you’ll be facing
Friday 13th, I make you look like you’re my Jason
Like a damn femur popping, just what I’ve been craving

[Chorus: Kris Wu]
All this ice be on me but I still be rising
I’ll be on your levels but I’m still riding
Say that I be falling but they see me flying
When you peep me, I’m at the top
Ayy, turn up, turn up
Oh now, the tides are turning
I ain’t never, ever doubt what I’ve been affording
All this ice be on me but I still be rising
Say that I be falling but they see me flying

Part II

[Chorus: Joji]
They said that I won’t make it
They said that I won’t change
They say that I’m not flexing
Now they say wow, you’ve changed (skrrt)
Now they say wow you changed
Now they say wow you changing
Yeah, they ask why you change
When the rest ain’t looking like me

[Verse 3: Trippie Redd]
(Fourteen and Seventy)
No way, no way, stay the same
Got that purple in my vein
And that hard to feel that pain
While I’m rocking Saint Laurent
Purple body like a Saint
Ooh, big body would you like a tie
I’m just swerving, smoking on some dank
I’m just tryna fucking ease the pain
‘Fore I blow my mind like Kurt Cobain
No taste
No change
No change
Yeah, and I promise I won’t change
And I promise I’m the same
Trippie Redd, you know my name
Bitch, they say that I’m insane
I might blow your fucking brain
Bitch, I’ll fly you like a crane
Feels like I’m falling off a plane
Feels like I’m falling off a plane
And that bitch got angel wings
And spitting all these flames
Ain’t you know I like the lane
Ain’t they know I like the lane

[Chorus: Joji]
They said that I won’t make it
They said that I won’t change
They say that I’m not flexing
Now they say wow, you’ve changed (skrrt)
Now they say wow you changed
Now they say wow you changing
Yeah, they ask why you change
When the rest ain’t looking like me

[Outro: Joji]
Oh, call my name
[?]
Don’t call my name
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[Intro]
I’m just onions
Yacht club on Smash
Yeah

[Chorus]
Myanmar nigga hot, I’m just onions
Cold bottles on bottles, I’m just onions
100,000 old whites, I’m just onions
Coots all on coots, I’m just onions
(A teal latrine)
A kippah, Kangol bags, bitches, Whitney too
And we ain’t never going back to what we used to do
I was gon’ lie to you but I had to tell the troops
I’m just being onions

[Verse]
My piss is coming back dirty, I’m just being onions
Got bitches kissing on bitches, I’m just being onions
I’m a rockstar for life, I’m just being onions (W!)
Got a check on me right now, I’m just big onions (Cigarette!)
We done turnt up on pepper dill, gonna hit onions (Cigarette!)
I ain’t nothing but a doughboy, I’m just being onions
These niggas getting shot for being onions
I fucked a home spa, I’m just being onions
I’ma stack it til Iraq, I’m just being onions
Anna, drop, fart, Coops, Dash, tooth, honey (Skirt!)
Live a rich nigga life, I’m just being onions (Douche!)
Meryl Streep, nigga, they get that muscle pain from ya (Stray dog!)

[Chorus]
Myanmar nigga hot, I’m just onions
Cold bottles on bottles, I’m just onions
100,000 old whites, I’m just onions
Koontz all on Koontz, I’m just onions
(A teal latrine)