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[Verse 1: Talley of 300]
All I know is, bodies like a morgue, tags like a store
If they wanted war, bitches run before
Pistols under pillows, pistols in the drawers
Though I’m one hell of an artist this won’t be a draw
I’m that nigga like jango
Tryna not let the pain go
Withdraws wrapped up in bands like Franklin sprained an ankle
Hip-hop like a kango
Why these rappers rainbow
I’m a [?] dancer with my AK like a tango
Putting niggas in they place, like a [?]
Bitch I came from the concrete
If I don’t go suit up and release venom from inside me
I’m a put these numbers on your face like a time piece
They gon’ pray by it all
Lord they wait on my fall
See em [?] by the neck
But I don’t play [?] ball
Niggas stay by the [?]
They brought hate to the ball
They gon’ sling with the pigs, I mean they lay with the law
Its a , cold game like hockey nigga, cold world like J.Cole
Full of false prophets nigga
Learn that what I had to watch what I say from John Gotti nigga
And then my flow, whole power like tsunamis nigga
Catch the wave, I’m tired, its FGE till the grave
But I’m fly, like I been resurrected
I elevate, I need my lime like I’m sipping tequila up in the shade
Got the juice
But just know this shit was in minute made
Talley!

[Verse 2: No Fatigue]
FGE in this bitch man, y’all know how I’m coming
I come from the bottom, thats how I know I’m the shit
Look in the mirror it’s true
It’s fuck the law cause they want you cuffed in the cage
Or your hands crossed in a suit
And fuck niggas, because cause you know they feeling the same
But lowkey police too
I’m on a mission, they saying it’s impossible
Don’t hit the gas like [?]
Just be impatient, see niggas hating yeah
Read them like articles
Watch out for hoes, tryna finesse ,fuck em like sex
They are some fools
Think what you wanna
Calling me like a transformer
Run up you gonna be a goner
Sing like Madonna
[?] protect your honor
[?] saved like a condom
Slide on that condom
I beat that pussy like Ronda
We ain’t hot like a sauna
Different, just like John was
Can’t see me, just like Wakanda
Raw undertaker Brock Lesnar doing Johnson
I don’t care what your response is
I go third quarter Klay Thompson
I remember flipping packs
On the phone like an app
I need paper even straps
Ain’t no time to relax
Bumpy road I fell off
Like a nigga had collapsed
Broskie them, got my back
Hold me down like a snap
Bad breaks how I grind
Stolen watch, it take time
Longer than it take 5
Hope you hit, waistline
Killing beats, Jason
It’s the fucking 8th time
And you niggas really bitches talking like a date line
Yeah I’m a fly guy baby come fuck with the real
Pop me like a pick, she gon’ let me bend and drill
96′ Chevy keep the stick behind the wheel
Packer, on that green bay, just like the field
Squaa

[Verse 3: WunTayk Timmy]
Let me in on the rapping debate
I’m the one with the capital take
Niggas ain’t have what it takes
Gave em’ a hand and got slapped in the face
Now I got racks in the safe and a [?] and more crack in the case
Anybody who don’t get out of my way is roadkill
Having a break, hoes still don’t be acting they age
I’m getting back in the back of the range. from two hoes
Thats Dracula fangs, I’m cool Joe to a cat in a case
They lying and they bots
It’s the alignment of the stars
Shit thats what I heard what it takes
You a rat in a case
I’m a rat with a snake
Cut the grass [?]
I’m an asshole, when I ask [?]
But the cash flow all that matters today
In the field with the sack [?]
I’m the illest rapper who lasted today
Prettiest man with a tat on my face
2k, nah, we ain’t finna play
[?] strap in my ways
[?] pussy is aqua
I hit the Chihuahua
The lady a gaggler
Baby a gaga
She calling me daddy, she hated her father
Niggas be acting, I ain’t with the drama
The [?] jacket will make it a [?]
The dudes in the back made me a monsta
I may be a [?]
Cause mama said if you [?]
And my papa weasel, like a jack in a box
Bought to find a deagle, with some apple stock
Apple on the back like a Macintosh
Clique clan, know I got the socks
Boots on and the camoflauge
Silencers take the loudest shots
Say “ss ss” [?] shadow box
Real shit niggas cap a lot
Talking big shit, thats caps lock
Nigga this shit like crack rock
Cause if you found me, you hit the jack pot
My team got a pad lock
Need to stop playing all the mans
[?] take a last shot
Now the money growing its a cash crime, nigga

[Verse 4: Montana of 300]
Rap God of G shit, you already know what it is man
Thinking about my kids thats what motivates me and and wakes me up
Amune to satisfaction can’t less success make me lazier
My son just faced time I told him I’m on my way to ya
.40 cal on me whenever I pick my babies up
I’m balling I’m schooling them, I’m professor Xavier
I don’t play games on tracks, this ain’t a stadium
Ya homies gonna scramble as soon as I Tom Brady ya
And why they RIP they shirts like Hulkamania
Slide down on them with two sticks like I’m sking
.40 hold like a dick when it aim like its peeing
I will cook a nigga it don’t matter the season
Don’t talk beef if you not gonna meet like a vegan
Like fake glasses, I got these bitches eyes glued
They ain’t the truth, ain’t you tired of being lied to?
Life’s a rollar coaster, who told you that the rides smooth?
You say its Gods plan, then put yourself in God’s shoes
Why would I send my message through men who could switch up letters?
Why would I let my kids get raped when I could switch the lever?
Why would I send my kids to [?] when I got something better?
Why would I sacrifice my son when I can have whatever?
My lyrics pop out, they make you wonder “Did God write this?”
Cause every joint that I drop tighter than arthritis
The ungrateful though young be catching alzheimers
You disrespecting, you get the coffin no bronchitis, GOD!

[Verse 1: Michael Bublé]
Take that ribbon from your hair
Shake it loose and let it fall
Lay your head soft against your skin
Like the shadow on the wall

[Verse 2: Loren Allred]
Come and lay down by my side
Till the early morning light
All I’m taking is your time
Help me make it through the night

[Pre-Chorus: Michael Bublé & Loren Allred]
I don’t care who’s right or wrong
I will try to understand
Let the devil take tomorrow
Lord tonight I need a friend

[Chorus: Loren Allred, Michael Bublé, Michael Bublé & Loren Allred]
Yesterday is dead and gone
Yesterday is dead and gone
And tomorrow’s out of sight
And tomorrow’s out of sight
And it’s sad to be alone
Help me make it through the night

[Pre-Chorus: Michael Bublé & Loren Allred, Michael Bublé, Loren Allred]
I don’t care who’s right or wrong
I will try to understand
Let the devil take tomorrow
Lord tonight I need a friend (Oh, tonight I need a friend)

[Chorus: Michael Bublé, Loren Allred, Michael Bublé & Loren Allred]
Yesterday is dead and gone (It’s dead and gone)
But tomorrow’s out of sight (But tomorrow’s out of sight)
And it’s sad to be alone
Help me make it through the night

[Outro: Loren Allred, Michael Bublé, Michael Bublé & Loren Allred]
I don’t wanna be alone
Help me make it through the night
You don’t have to be alone
I’ll help you make it through the night

[Chorus: Jade]
Stick like toffee, sip like coffee
Wake up, change your mind and drop me
Love to hate me
Crazy, shady
Spit me out like hot wasabi
Lick me up
I’m sweet and salty
Mix it up and down my body
Love to hate me
Praise me, shame me
Either way you talk about me

[Verse 1: Jesy Nelson]
Oh-oh, I love the way you talk about me
Oh-oh, look at how far it got me
Oh-oh, the shit the papers write about me
Oh-oh, I fold it up like origami
Oh-oh, like “she ain’t wearing no clothes”
Oh-oh, “when she goin’ solo?”
Oh-oh, “I bet they gonna break up”
Oh-oh, but what the hell do you know?

[Pre-Chorus: Leigh-Anne + All, Jesy Nelson]
Ooh, baby, ooh, (yes, you)
I can feel you hatin’ on me
Ooh, baby, ooh, (yeah, you)
I’m glad to be your inspiration
Who, baby, who’s (guess who)
The topic of your conversation: I am (I am)
All the ugly things you say
Come and say ’em to my face

[Chorus: Jade + All]
Stick like toffee, sip like coffee
Wake up, change your mind and drop me
Love to hate me
Crazy, shady
Spit me out like hot wasabi
Lick me up
I’m sweet and salty
Mix it up and down my body
Love to hate me
Praise me, shame me
Either way you talk about me

[Verse 2: Perrie]
Oh-oh, watching me
Oh-oh, I ain’t watching you (watching you)
Oh-oh, what you see
Oh-oh, I hope you like the view
Oh-oh, best believe
Oh-oh, you’ll never get into me, all these words run through me (oh-oh, oh-oh)

[Pre-Chorus: Leigh-Anne + All, Jesy Nelson]
Ooh, baby, ooh, (yes, you)
I can feel you hatin’ on me
Ooh, baby, ooh (yeah you)
I’m glad to be your inspiration
Who, baby, who’s (guess who)
The topic of your conversation: I am (I am)
All the ugly things you say
Come and say ’em to my face

[Chorus: Perrie & Jade]
Stick like toffee, sip like coffee
Wake up, change your mind and drop me
Love to hate me
Crazy, shady
Spit me out like hot wasabi
Lick me up
I’m sweet and salty
Mix it up and down my body
Love to hate me
Praise me, shame me
Either way you talk about me

[Outro: Jesy Nelson]
You know I love the way you talk about me
Look at how far it got me
You wake up shit to write about me
I fold it up like origami
Like “she ain’t wearing no clothes”
“When she goin’ solo?”
“I bet they gonna break up”
But what the hell do you know?

What can it be that calls me to this place today?
This lawless car ballet, what can it be?
Am I a baby pigeon sprouting wings to soar?
Was that a metaphor for something more?

Now I’m flying, my spirit’s climbing
As I’m called through this far off maze (Ooh-ah)
My body, my spirit aligning
In this, in this place called Slaughter Race
Slaughter race

What would you say if it turns out, oh, that I stay?
Would it be ok, here in this place?
‘Cause you know that I love these fallen wires
Dumpster fires, burning tires
Everything that I desire
Everything that I desire

Now I’m flying, my spirit’s climbing
As I’m called through this far off maze (Ooh-ah)
My body, my spirit aligning
In this, in this place called Slaughter Race
Slaughter race

I know I should go but
I really don’t want to yet
I really don’t want to yet
Yeah, I know I should go but
I really don’t want to yet
I really don’t want to yet

There’s nothing like Slaughter Race
Slaughter Race
It’s alright here in Slaughter Race
Alright here in Slaughter Race
Alright here in Slaughter Race
It’s alright here in Slaughter Race, yeah

[Hook: A$AP Rocky]
Came up out the mud, brush the dirt off of me
Going hard, hit them where it hurts, kill them softly
Bone stretch tryna clear my mind, even smoke less
Hopelessness but I’m in this shit for flesh
Talk reckless, coming for your neck, no strep throat
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ this shit, both legs broke
Runnin’ round town, yeah they comin’ for my head though
Funny thing about it they don’t always see my head though
Schizo, maniac I’m fiendin’ to go klepto
So hands-on kinda hard for me to let go
Let go, stacking presidents like a LEGO
Would introduce you to my friends but they dead though
(Came up out the mud, brush the dirt off of me)

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, I’ma take it like a klepto
Anybody want it, they can get it, come correct though
Talk behind my back but when they see me it’s respect though
Still got the crown, so I never give a F though
Everything is wavy, I’ma hit ’em with the brush stroke
Then I’ma get high, I’ma get the best dope
Yeah, I make the rules, I ain’t following the dress code
I-I ain’t do the mess though, I’ma put a hex though
I-I ain’t with the hugs and kisses, don’t do the XO
Soon as the bell go ding-dong
I’ll be in the ring though, we can shoot cinco
Look at all these clowns, how they studying my lingo
Peaking out the window, but they never win though

[Hook: A$AP Rocky]
Came up out the mud, brush the dirt off of me
Going hard, hit them where it hurts, kill them softly
Bone stretch tryna clear my mind, even smoke less
Hopelessness but I’m in this shit for flesh
Talk reckless, coming for your neck, no strep throat
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ this shit, both legs broke
Runnin’ round town, yeah they comin’ for my head though
Funny thing about it they don’t always see my head though

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
I’mma flex, yes, I’m the best, I’m the veteran (Yeah)
In the Lex, yes, big baguettes in my necklace (Woo)
In his head, neck, in his chest he gon’ catch a fist (Right)
I go deck, deck, break his leg, do it effortless (Yeah)
In the ring, ain’t no fucking game, ain’t no Tetris
Hit him, bang, I’mma shake his brain, I’m gon’ never rest (Durrrr)
Man, I’m air, I’m the fucking champ, I can’t fail at this (Woo-woo)
Money dance, by the million bands, I got hella grip (Durrrr)
Hella chips with a lot of chics coming by the clique
Mo’ sex with the Rolex, come without a tip (Yeah)
Mo’ grip when the dough flip, gimme mo’ lick
Whole fist break his whole shit, tuck up lil’ bitch
Getting fit, I’mma win the chip
Watch them catch a fit