Travis Scott – Don’t Play Lyrics

No
Broken phone, retching on the floor alone
I can’t believe that we’re talking about him
I’m searching you mate, your jaw’s all over the place
Can’t talk, quick slap in the face
Yes I threw a nut, but your friends a case
Why you singling him out, is it because of his race? No! He’s to and fro, he doesn’t like it when the girls go
Has he got enough money to spend? (Playin’ with ’em, playin’ with ’em, playin’ with ’em!)
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
I ain’t playin’ with these niggas
I ain’t playin’ with, I ain’t playin’ with these niggas
Straight up
I ain’t playin’ with these niggas
I ain’t playin’ with, I ain’t playing with these niggas
I ain’t playin’ with these niggas (Oh no)
I ain’t playin’ with, I ain’t playin’ with these niggas
I ain’t playin’ with these niggas
I ain’t playin’ with, I ain’t playin’ with these niggas
[Bridge: Matthew Healy]
Tabs with unlimited O’s, new clothes, bloody nose
Powders and walking back home
Has he got enough weed? Play this song
[Intro: Matthew Healy]
Drink slow to feed the nose, you know he likes to get blown
Has he got enough money to spend? Look, the dog won’t bark if you don’t lark about (Huh)
[Outro: A$AP Bari]
These niggas ain’t lords
We the new Lords
We the new Lords
We the new Lords No, broken phone
Retching on the floor alone
I can’t believe that we’re talking about him
[Verse 2: Matthew Healy]
I’m searching you mate, your jaw’s all over the place
Can’t talk, quick slap in the face
Yes I threw a nut, but your friends a case
Why you singling him out, is it because of his race? (Straight up)
On my momma, know a nigga be coasting
Go, nigga, go nigga grab my bottles
Go, nigga, go nigga grab my chronic (Let go)
Keep ya head up in the air my nigga
Niggas gon’ be billionaires my nigga (Straight up)
Fuck how much time that shit might take
Niggas ain’t playin’ with ’em! She even got the ‘scripts for the cough
In the H gotta hit Johnny for the frost, swerved off
Ain’t it been a minute since they seen a weird nigga
From the corner put it on for the south? Look, the dog won’t bark if you don’t lark about
Has he got enough weed? [Chorus: Travis Scott]
I ain’t playin’ with these niggas
I ain’t playin’ with, I ain’t playin’ with these niggas
Straight up
I ain’t playin’ with these niggas
I ain’t playin’ with, I ain’t playing with these niggas
I ain’t playin’ with these niggas (Oh no)
I ain’t playin’ with, I ain’t playin’ with these niggas
I ain’t playin’ with these niggas
I ain’t playin’ with, I ain’t playin’ with these niggas
[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Know I need my dollars
Know a nigga need my commas (Straight up)
She was down when I dropped out of college
Down, she was down when I rode Impalas
Played with her pussy in the Jeep
Yeah, she was down with the foreplay drivin’ (Oh no)
Jumped in the car when she hit my digits
Don’t want nothin’, just to pull up at the projects
Easy to me my nigga
Villa with a scene, youngin’ always seen with a killer
Hand-stitched by my dealer
Dealing with a seam you ain’t seen, what you mean Margiela? Leave?

Mike Posner – Fun Up Here Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Good job 1st
[Verse 1: Mike Posner]
I fell in love with a sunset, I fell in love with a cloud
I don’t remember how I got here, I just know I’m lookin’ down
It’s fun up here, feelin’ real good
Man, it’s fun up here, I’m feelin’ real good
I feel in love with my damn self
My freckles and my back (My freckles and my back)
I fell in love with the whole world, I know it loves me back
That’s why it put me high
It’s fun up here, feelin’ real good
It’s fun up here, I’m feelin’ real good
I’m just slidin’ down a rainbow, got a lot leg room
I’m lookin’ for my pot of gold (I’m lookin’ for my pot of gold)
I know I’ll get it soon
Uh, I got love in my blood, man, I’m feelin’ real yummy
John Hamilton and Attaman, I’m keepin’ good company
I call my pair of eyes “Pretty,” and a rainy day is ugly
Man, I ain’t got nothin’, so you can’t take nothin’ from me
‘Cause it’s fun up here, and I’m real good
You know it’s fun up here, I’m feelin’ real good
[Verse 2: Logic]
Yeah, uh
I woke up today in a mansion
I’m seven out of ten handsome
But my talent make me a ten and some
Kick it to the curb, Ted Danson
Chillin’ in a droptop, pedal to the high top, my studio is a hotbox
No baby, don’t stop, no baby, don’t drop
Can’t see these haters like a Bird Box
Livin’ on food stamps, dyin’ on wealthfare
Dyin’, and I had no healthcare
Wake up blessed everyday, life’s slippin’ away
And I’m actin’ like I don’t care
I got a job, I got a bed, I got a beautiful home, I ain’t there
I got a mind on my own, I’m rich, but the money
Money can’t fill your heart, money can’t fill your heart (No, no, no, no)
Money can’t fill your heart, money can’t fill your heart (No, no, no, no)
Money can’t fill your heart, money can’t fill your heart (No, no, no, no)
Money can’t fill your heart, only love can fill your heart, only fill your heart
[Outro: Mike Posner]
It’s fun up here, feelin’ real good
Man, it’s fun up here, I’m feelin’ real good

City Girls – JT First Day Out Lyrics

Don’t play with Yung Miami, ho, that’s the other half of me
Had the whole world waitin’ on me like I’m a virgin
So it’s time to pop this cherry (This cherry), get this pussy workin’ (Ayy)
New Rolls Royce, in the back it was a Birkin
Now that City Girls shit, bitch, that’s for certain (Period)
This really my first day out, I ain’t wait a day
Ate that time up like it’s cake, JT Anna Mae
Two bad bitches and they kissin’ in the Wraith
Kissin’-kissin’ in the Wraith
Kissin’-kissin’ in the Wraith
Went in the same day Drake dropped “In My Feelings”
I was in prison on my bunk, really in my feelings (Facts)
Now I’m back to the millions, bitches in they feelings
I was in grays playing spades, Miami making children
But we ain’t killin’ blessings just to please the public (Nah)
So when y’all say, “City Girls over,” just change the subject (How you know?)
Y’all hoes always bringing up old shit (Damn)
Go get a sugar daddy, suck a old dick (Get some old dick)
Bitches get exposed everyday
But I’m from Dade, I’ma do it anyway (I don’t care)
If I wasn’t who I was, they wouldn’t fuck with me
But I am who I am, and y’all can’t fuck with me (Yeah)
Went platinum on my bunk, sis can’t come for me (What’s up?)
Like a ten-minute move, you better run for me
I did my time like a G
Man, motherfuck the B-O-P (Man, fuck the B-O-P)
Man, motherfuck L-P (Fuck ’em)
I keep some fours that’ll match your I.D
Y’all hoes want smoke, bring a match (Match, let’s go)
Left prison with a pimple, not a scratch (Scratch)
Point, blank, period, won’t see me back
Unless I’m pullin’ up just to see Max (Ow)
Oh, and one more thing before I go
How y’all gon say a made bitch was pregnant from a C.O.? I don’t fuck with cops or blockers, you bitches slow
Stop with all the rumors, and tell your nigga I’m home
And it’s on
Period! [Outro: Yung Miami]
You bitches could never You done turned hoodrats into some superstars, man
For real, hahahaha
[Verse: JT]
When I was countin’ down, these bitches counted me out (Yeah)
Now I’m back, I got ’em shocked, these bitches droppin’ they mouth (Mouth)
Lil’ Runaway, my friend mama helped me out
I don’t give a fuck about no bed, I’ll sleep on the couch (Couch)
Now I’m up
But I can write a book about the rainy days (Facts)
I don’t gotta throw shade to get a fanbase
I been a real bitch way before the fed case (Yeah)
Yung Miami held me down, that’s a bitch ace (Period)
And if a bitch try her, it’s a cold case
Get yo ass snatched up like my new waist (Yeah)
Pulled in and out of prison like a drive-thru
Audemars waitin’ on me ’cause the time flew (Ice)
I went from boots to khakis to Louis tennis shoes
Sendin’ prayers to my people sittin’ in the SHU
The blogs, they made me mad, they made me motivated
Yeah, I left the chain gang, bitch, I graduated
Been the most important bitch, yeah, I’m celebrated (Yeah)
Lil’ baldhead bitch, still the most hated (Most hated)
Bitch, I’m right on time for the season change (Yeah)
Y’all hoes real salty, bitch, it’s seasons change (Yeah)
Might make my side nigga cop me a Range
And put it up for my bitch, she got the best brain
Pull up by myself, Miss Pearly don’t need no army, bitch (Yeah)
I ain’t got no love for these niggas, I ain’t Ronnie, bitch
Embarrass a bitch on stage, I’m on some Maury shit
Any bitch in my way, you gon’ be sorry, bitch
I wish I would let one of you hoes try me
I’ll be back in khakis, blue shoes, walkin’ through R&D
How y’all gon’ end City Girls when y’all ain’t half of me? Play this song
[Intro: JT, Pee & Yung Miami]
J.T., I-I’m ready for you to come home, man
Okay, Pee
I remember when you first, like, went off on us about making music
We turned out made two whole, like, albums
You know what I’m sayin’?

League of Legends – Phoenix Lyrics

It’s your reflection looking back to pull you down
[Chorus]
So are you gonna die today or make it out alive? You cover your wounds, but underneath them
A million voices in your head that whisper, ”Stop, now”
Another twist of the knife, turn of the screws
It’s all in your mind and it’s fighting you
Arm yourself, a storm is coming
Well, kid, what you gonna do now? You gotta conquer the monster in your head and then you’ll fly
Fly, phoenix, fly
It’s time for a new empire
Go bury your demons then tear down the ceiling
Phoenix, fly You gotta conquer the monster in your head and then you’ll fly
Fly, phoenix, fly
It’s time for a new empire
Go bury your demons then tear down the ceiling
Phoenix, fly
[Instrumental Bridge]
[Chorus]
So are you gonna die today or make it out alive? You gotta conquer the monster in your head and then you’ll fly
Fly, phoenix, fly
It’s time for a new empire
Go bury your demons then tear down the ceiling
Phoenix, fly
[Verse 2: Chrissy Costanza]
And now you’re playing with matches
Come out of the ashes underneath you
A million voices in the crowd they’re screaming, “Stop, now”
We’ll let ’em swallow their pride, you’re turning the tide to true believers
Got them in the palm of your hand, you’re playing God now
What you gonna do now? It’s your reflection looking back to pull you down
[Chorus: Cailin Russo & Chrissy Constanza]
So are you gonna die today or make it out alive? Play this song
[Verse 1: Cailin Russo]
What are you willing to lose?