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[Verse 1: Andy Milonakis]
Fuck your game bitch, I’ll fuck your main bitch
This Twitch shit is making me rich
Wanna rock Versace? You just gotta watch me
Andy Milonaki’s way too cocky
I ain’t cocky I’m just better than you
And I’m smoking shit louder than Pepé Le Pew
Got passport stamps and you got food coupons
That’s a nice whip for me to poop on
Louis Vutton I’m freaking, sushi in the evening
How come all these MJ songs be sounding like the Weeknd?
I’m sick with the disses, I’m into your mistress
She’s blowing me kisses and now she’s my mistress
I’m done with this business, I fucked it and flipped it
I’m like a Cosby drink cause I’m in it to win it

[Hook: Andy Milonakis]
Raised on the internet bitch (Ayy)
And we killing this shit (Yah)
Just made a million on Twitch
Fuck TV, we internet rich (Yah)
Raised on the internet bitch (Ayy)
And we killing this shit (Yah)
Just made a million on Twitch
Fuck TV, we internet rich

[Verse 2: Andy Milonakis]
I’m Harvey Weinstein, you like fine in them jeans
Let’s talk about this movie roll, it’s not what it seems
They try to discredit my credit on Redditt
But you got a shitty job so you got no merit
All you want is karma and some Insta glory
You’d probably suck my dick for an Insta story
You’re not a hater, you ain’t nothing but a fan boy
Playing Fortnite, you ain’t ever seen a tan boy
Fly to Hong Kong, looking fly in Hong Kong
Asian bitches on my dong wanna hear a rap song
Coast to coasting, [?] the ocean
I’m sick with the oils and I’m steady with the lotion
And steady dropping bands like the music crisis
He’s off the block chain, he don’t check the prices
Your mom’s a blowjob Betty but the whore bites
The bitch sucks dick like Drake at Fortnite

[Hook: Andy Milonakis]
Raised on the internet bitch (Ayy)
And we killing this shit (Yah)
Just made a million on Twitch
Fuck TV, we internet rich (Yah)
Raised on the internet bitch (Ayy)
And we killing this shit (Yah)
Just made a million on Twitch
Fuck TV, we internet rich

[Verse 3: Dankquan]
Woke up musty, went to sleep dusty
Mom in the bathroom, don’t think she trust me
Unicorn nigga, who the fuck are you?
Never been pregnant so there can’t be two
Sus gang, dicks in my ass clap-clap
No license need a Tesla, see me in the ass crack
Bitch I’m streaming, [?] mad
Bitch I’m streaming, [?] sad

[Hook: Andy Milonakis]
Raised on the internet bitch (Ayy)
And we killing this shit (Yah)
Just made a million on Twitch
Fuck TV, we internet rich (Yah)
Raised on the internet bitch (Ayy)
And we killing this shit (Yah)
Just made a million on Twitch
Fuck TV, we internet rich

[Intro: Bebe Rexha]
Desire, two souls on fire
Desire, two souls on fire

[Verse 1: Bebe Rexha & Quavo]
You got me out here looking foolish
Look like a dog, I’m drooling
Close your mouth boy and just prove it
And you know just the way to do it
You gon’ make me bring the bad girl believe me (Oh-yeah-yeah-yeah)
You gon’ make me pop some tags, fashion season (Oh-yeah-yeah-yeah)
You gon’ make me do those moves to stop your breathing (Oh-yeah-yeah-yeah)
If you losing faith, I’ll make you believe it

[Pre-Chorus: Bebe Rexha & Quavo]
Got me feeling some type of way (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Got a chain on my heart and it’s spinning in diamonds

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha & Quavo]
Desire, two souls on fire
Make me feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire
Feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire
Make me feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire

[Verse 2: Bebe Rexha & Quavo]
We can go out to the islands on privates
We can drive the latest cars, no mileage
We can do whatever you like, just be quiet
If you don’t break my heart, I’ll let you inside it

[Pre-Chorus: Bebe Rexha & Quavo]
Got me feeling some type of way (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Got a chain on my heart and it’s spinning in diamonds
And that chain around your heart got me blinded

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha & Quavo]
Desire, two souls on fire
Make me feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire
Feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire
Make me feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire

[Bridge: Bebe Rexha & Quavo & both]
Do I make you feel some type of way? (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Got a chain around my heart and it’s spinning in diamonds
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
And that chain around your heart got me blinded

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha & Quavo]
Desire, two souls on fire
Make me feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire
Feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire
Make me feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire
Do I make you feel some type of way?

[Ritornello: Rich The Kid]
Ayy, ayy
Plug walk (plug walk, plug, plug)
I don’t even understand how the fuck my plug talk (huh? what, what?)
Pick him up in a space coupe, I don’t let my plug walk (skrrt, pull up in a space coupe)
New freak, had to cut my other lil’ bitch off (ooh, ooh, lil’ bitch)
50K, you could come and book a nigga for a plug walk

[Strofa 1: Rich The Kid]
You can’t reach me (what?), space coupe like E.T
It’s the plug tryna call me (skrrt, skrrt)
I was up trappin’ early in the morning (plug)
Ooh, on the wave like a du-rag (du-rag)
Pussy nigga callin’ for his boo back (pussy)
Plug walk, Gucci on my shoe racks (Gucci)
Walk up in the house, hit a rat-a-tat
‘Til I ran into the plug (’til I ran into the plug)
‘Til I ran into the mud (to the mud)
I done ran into some racks, I done ran into your girl (your girl)
Why the plug show me love? (Show me love)
I done came up from a dub (huh?)

[Ritornello: Rich The Kid]
Plug walk (plug walk, plug, plug)
I don’t even understand how the fuck my plug talk (huh? what, what?)
Pick him up in a space coupe, I don’t let my plug walk (skrrt, pull up in a space coupe)
New freak, had to cut my other lil’ bitch off (ooh, ooh, lil’ bitch)
50K, you could come and book a nigga for a plug walk

[Strofa 2: Pyrex & TonyEffe]
Dark Walk
Tanti contatti quindi ho due iPhone (brr brr, brr brr)
Valigie in mano sono appena tornato da New York (New York, ey)
Scappo dalla polizia facendo il Moonwalk (skrt skrt)
Sono un dark boy, fotto la tua bitch non stop
Guardami mentre spendo ventimila in pubblico
Se mi ferma la Finanza faccio il finto stupido

[Ritornello: Rich The Kid]
Ey, Plug walk (plug walk, plug, plug)
I don’t even understand how the fuck my plug talk (huh? what, what?)
Pick him up in a space coupe, I don’t let my plug walk (skrrt, pull up in a space coupe)
New freak, had to cut my other lil’ bitch off (ooh, ooh, lil’ bitch)
50K, you could come and book a nigga for a plug walk

[Outro: Wayne Santana]
Plug Walk, Dark Walk
Vengo dallo spazio
Questa Ferrari sembra uno shuttle
Squilla il telefono “Pronto Pablo”

[Intro]
*lighter flick*
Aye

[Verse 1]
I’m a lover, not a fighter, I can’t find my lighter
My house is five stories, I don’t tell ’em, I don’t write ’em
And my living room is white, my lies are much whiter
My darkest secrets are bright, I’mma need a sun visor
187 make your bitch run my errands
At the bar with the Dracula, ordering Bloody Marys
Got a house on the prairie, got a corpse in the basement
I see Hell out my window, Lord, this view is amazing
If I go back to jail, Persian rugs in my cell
Got the world in my hands, it got all under my nails
People under the stairs, better not fuck with my feet
I be so fucking faded, who washed the colors with bleach?
Niggas biting my style, hope it gets stuck in their teeth
I been had the green light, now please don’t jump in the street
Se la vi, oui oui oui, watch me french kiss the sky
Then ask, “What is that smell?” That’s the shit on my mind
I don’t like you, or niggas like you
And Nino Brown’s still my motherfucking idol
Keep a brown rifle for niggas like you
Kill you in a drive-thru, then go viral
Ooh, I don’t like you and niggas like you
And Nino Brown’s still my idol
The Glock 17 is still a minor I’ll kill you over something minor
I get at you, night Twighlight whine like a wine-o, high like a high-note
Go at your head like a rhino, leave your shit bloody red like albino
I’m a nigga with a title, care less bout’ a nigga title
I’m entitled and get homicidal
Wild as El Chapo, wild as Al Qaeda
Stuntin’ on my rivals upon arrival
Numbers aren’t liars, I am number one
I am on one
I am on ten stuntin’ on twelve
I keep it a hunnid
Oh Lord!

[Chorus]
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Smoking strong Hercules
Strong arm your own team
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Smoking strong Hercules
Strong arm your own team
Mercy me, mercy me
Mercy me, mercy me
Have mercy on them Tunechi
Nigga please, nigga please
You heard em’ scream help me please
Help me please, help me please
Get pleased whenever I please
Hercules, hercules

[Verse 2]
I’m twisting up the kush, Sticky Fingaz like Onyx
Throwing up gang signs, you can see em’ all in my vomit
I’m sleeping with the enemy, in bulletproof pajamas
I’m cool like that, but the climate is climbing
I got issues bigger than you, I got bitches taller than me
All that ratchet and bougie, I guess I like R&B
I’m unapologetic, I’m sorry for not being sorry
These niggas don’t know I’m talking about real stories
I need benadryl for my trigger finger
Bad bitches for my homeboys
The grass is greener on the other side
I’m focused on my own yard
Focused on getting more dough
Twisting up like tonsils
Rich as fuck, but moreso a poor soul
Oh well, if snow fell like hoes fell, then I’d be a snowman
My bitch is a soldier, fuck me GI Joe-Ann
They thought I ain’t had no chance
I took the dice and rolled them
I left that crap table with a chip on my shoulder
Ahhhh!

[Chorus 2]
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Strong arm your own team
Murder scene, murder scene
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Smoking strong Hercules
Strong arm your own team
You heard em’ scream help me please
Help me please, help me please
Nigga please, nigga please
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules

[Verse 3]
They worship me certainly
Purple lean, purple weed
Percocet, pericyazine
Search a scene, search a dean
Search a bling, ching ching
Search the queen
Search her purse, search her clean
Search his turf, search his team
Search the sleeve, check for wings
First, I curse, then I squeeze
They say they lit? where the steam?
Let em’ live, let em’ breathe
Let em’ live, let em’ breathe?
Nigga please, nigga please

[Chorus 3]
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Strong arm your own team
Murder scene, murder scene
Murder team, murder team
We murder teams, murder teams
Lil Tunechi picked out the rock like
Hercules, Hercules
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
Whole squad go hard
No fake, no fraud
We don’t [?] nor pause
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
Whole squad on Mars
And you don’t make enough noise
No cape, no sawdust
Still go Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Mercy me, mercy me
Rest In Peace Mercy D
My grandmother nurtured me
And that’s who you bout’ to meet
All ya’ll versus me
All ya’ll verses sweet
Nothing but desserts to me, and Hercules got to eat
All ya’ll take a seat
My Hercules got to speak
Cause all y’all ’bout to bring
The Hercules out of me
Keep playing

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yea, Thugger, 21
Let’s get it
Hold on, hold on, hold on

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Used to be dead down (broke), hop out the jet now (the jet)
We don’t play radio, Funkmaster Flex, now (flex)
I just got a new foreign, ’bout to go park the ‘Vette now (facts)
And I got the dawgs with me (woo), yeah, better call the vet now (hey)
I want some inside head now (head), ’bout to call my bitch now (head)
I got a Harley Davidson now (skrra), ’bout to pin a T-Rex down (yeah, yeah)
I do the whip, no eggs now (woah), I got chips and VICs now (woah)
‘Bout to Liu Kang kick it now (woo)
‘Bout to chop it with machete now, now, now

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Real bitch, talk on my kids (woah)
Baby, put your tongue on my dick (woah)
I put ice on my kids (woah)
I put red in my drink (woah)
Act’ got here with my medicine (woah)
Nigga pop, drip, we wet (woah)
Man I got some ice on my ankle (woah)
Fuck around, gon’ ‘head, slit it (woah)
It was heavy smoke in my chest (woah)
Might jeopardize my checks (woah)
I’m ’bout to pop another X (woah)
Then I’ma fuck on my ex (woah)
And I’m gon’ pour my syrup (woah)
Not my Act’, just red (woah)
And I hit him on the dick (woah)
Think he ’bout to keep my check (woah)
Green diamonds, on me like piss
I just got a new Kel-Tec
And it don’t come with no kick
And I came up from nothin’
Louis Vuitton my neck
High end clothes on deck
Let ’em all read my text

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Used to be dead down (broke), hop out the jet now (the jet)
We don’t play radio, Funkmaster Flex, now (flex)
I just got a new foreign, ’bout to go park the ‘Vette now (facts)
And I got the dawgs with me (woo), yeah, better call the vet now (hey)
I want some inside head now (head), ’bout to call my bitch now (head)
I got a Harley Davidson now (skrra), ’bout to pin a T-Rex down (yeah, yeah)
I do the whip, no eggs now (woah), I got chips and VICs now (woah)
‘Bout to Liu Kang kick it now (woo)
‘Bout to chop it with machete now, now, now

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Yeah, Saint Laurent Don, yeah (21)
Got a lot of blue money, yeah, yeah
I cut my thumb, yeah, yeah
Bums chasin’ crumbs, yeah, yeah
Gucci jacket, ah yeah, yeah
Fuck her on the mattress, ah yeah, yeah
Got a draco in traffic, ah yeah
I just left Magic, throwin’ ones out the plastic, yeah, yeah
I’m with Slime in that Maybach and we laughin’ (21, 21)
These rappers jumpin’ dick to dick and we laughin’ (on God)
Come and get your baby mama, this bitch a maggot (21, 21)
Half a ticket, worth a jewelry in my carry-on baggage (yeah)
Thinkin’ ’bout pullin’ Savage’s card, you must be on acid (yeah)
Cheap ass shots got her feelin’ like plastic (21)
My earrings cost more than a nigga life savin’ (cash)
Fuck a weddin’ ring, I gave her a mouth full of babies

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Used to be dead down (broke), hop out the jet now (the jet)
We don’t play radio, Funkmaster Flex, now (flex)
I just got a new foreign, ’bout to go park the ‘Vette now (facts)
And I got the dawgs with me (woo), yeah, better call the vet now (hey)
I want some inside head now (head), ’bout to call my bitch now (head)
I got a Harley Davidson now (skrra), ’bout to pin a T-Rex down (yeah, yeah)
I do the whip, no eggs now (woah), I got chips and VICs now (woah)
‘Bout to Liu Kang kick it now (woo)
‘Bout to chop it with machete now, now, now