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Part I: 645AR – Bible and a K / Nadia Oh - S.E.X

[Intro: 645AR]

I ride wit' a Bible, I ride wit' a K

Play with the gang, we gon' raise up the rate

I'm wit' some niggas that's ready to shoot

Don't know nothin' else, that's all that they do

I don't bang but I stay wit' the blues (Spaghetti J on the track)

Slide on a nigga in a new foreign coupe

If it ain't a dead pres' then I don't know who

[Verse 1: 645AR]

He say he street, they say they don't know you

Pockets had lint, now I'm gettin' the loot

Ball on niggas, but if it's up I'ma shoot

I will bring the smoke to your front door

Real nigga, mama ain't raise no ho

Heart of a hustler, mind of a G

I'm the nigga who these niggas wanna be

[Chorus 1: 645AR]

I ridе wit' a Bible, I ride wit' a K

Play with the gang, wе gon' raise up the rate

I'm wit' some niggas that's ready to shoot

Don't know nothin' else, that's all that they do

I don't bang but I stay wit' the blues

Slide on a nigga in a new foreign coupe

If it ain't a dead pres' then I don't know who

[Chorus 2: 645AR]

I ride wit' a Bible, I ride wit' a K

Play with the gang, we gon' raise up the rate

I'm wit' some niggas that's ready to shoot

Don't know nothin' else, that's all that they do

I don't bang but I stay wit' the blues (Spaghetti J on the track)

Slide on a nigga in a new foreign coupe

If it ain't a dead pres' then I don't know who

[Verse 2: 645AR, Nadia Oh]

He say he street, they say they don't know you (S.E.X.)

Pockets had lint, now I'm gettin' the loot

Ball on niggas, but if it's up I'ma shoot (S.E.X.)

I will bring the smoke to your front door

Real nigga, mama ain't raise no ho

Heart of a hustler, mind of a G

I'm the nigga who these niggas wanna be (S.E.X.)

[Outro: 645AR, Nadia Oh]

I ride wit' a Bible, I ride wit' a K (S.E.X.)

Play with the gang, we gon' raise up the rate

I'm wit' some niggas that's ready to shoot (S.E.X.)

Don't know nothin' else, that's all that they do

I don't bang but I stay wit' the blues

Slide on a nigga in a new foreign coupe

If it ain't a dead pres' then I don't know who

Part II: Nadia Oh - S.E.X

[Intro: Nadia Oh]

Sex in the morning, sex at night

Sex in the afternoon - well, that's alright

Sex in the morning, sex at night

Sex in the afternoon - well, that's alright

[Chorus: Nadia Oh]

S.E.X. - All kinda things, all kinda ways

S.E.X. - Just come with me, you'll be amazed

S.E.X. - This kinda thing can last for days

I wanna do it with someone like you

[Verse: Nadia Oh]

Any position is good for me

Queen size bed, got room for three

We can do it in the kitchen, we can do it in the hall

Anytime, any place, anywhere, just give me a call

[Chorus: Nadia Oh]

S.E.X. - All kinda things, all kinda ways

S.E.X. - Just come with me, you'll be amazed

S.E.X. - This kinda thing can last for days

Sixty-nine positions in a one-night love affair

Part III: Mike WiLL Made-It - 23

[Intro: Mike WiLL, Wiz Khalifa, Nadia Oh]

Aha, I'm so fresh man (Eardrummers, eardrummers)

S.E.X

Man, y'all scared to do it how I do it (Tahahahahahahahaha)

(Mike WiLL Made-It)

[Chorus: Miley Cyrus]

I'm in the club high on purp with some shades on (On)

Tatted up, mini skirt with my J's on (J's on, you know it)

In the club high on purp with some shades on

Tatted up, mini skirt with my J's on

[Post-Chorus: Juicy J]

J's on my feet (You know it)

So get like me (Mm-hm)

J's on my feet (You know it)

J's on my feet (We trippy)

So get like me (Mm-hmm)

[Verse 1: Miley Cyrus]

I be in the club, uh (The club), standing on the couch (The couch)

In them Wolf Grey's (What?) like it's my house (I'm home)

Drinking out the bottle, I got no respect (Ayy)

Looking like a model, who just got a check (Cha-ching)

I back it up, 'cause I don't give a fuck, uh (I don't)

If you're a lame, that's a shame, you can't hang with us (Uh-uh)

I'm MC Hammer fly (Fresh), you can't touch (Nope)

J's so fly I should work at Flight Club

[Pre-Chorus: Miley Cyrus]

Put on my J's and dance the whole night away

I'm naughty by nature like I'm Hip-Hop Hooray

With my hands in the sky, I wave 'em from side to side, uh

My feet on the floor, I'm 'bout to turn up now

[Chorus: Miley Cyrus]

I'm in the club high on purp with some shades on (On)

Tatted up, mini skirt with my J's on (J's on, you know it)

In the club high on purp with some shades on

Tatted up, mini skirt with my J's on

Part IV: GloRilla - HOLLON

[Verse 1: GloRilla, Juicy J]

J's on my feet, J's on my feet

Ho, you must not know what you just started (Fuck)

J's on my feet

Me and my bitches go gnarly

J's on my feet

Give a fuck about this party

So get like me

We gon' step on shit regardless (Stamp that)

J's on my feet, J's on my feet

Get my goons, swipe that bitch, and now dispute the charges (On gang)

J's on my feet, So get like me

Makin' music, beatin' on bitches, I be really marchin' (Woo)

I got hands for a ho, I get bands for a show

He want chance after chance, after chance, nigga, no (Uh-uh)

I keep sayin', "Free Lil Four"

Do my dance on them folks

If it's up, it's goin' down soon as I land on them folks

[Chorus]

Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho

[Verse 2: GloRilla]

I-I-I-I do what I want, I'm pressure (Pressure)

Don't follow the rules, I'm rebel (No)

I stand out, bitch, I'm special (Ayy)

I'm a stand up bitch like Kevin (On God)

You a bum-ass bitch, you messy (Messy)

Don't start with me, bitch, I'm petty (Ho)

Line any bitch up, I'm ready

I don't pick and choose, it's up with whoever

All my, all my diamonds cert' (Ice)

And all these members certi' too

Smilin' at my nigga? Ho

Knock out all your thirty-two (Bum-ass)

C8 doors open up for me

Hear the engine vroom (Vroom)

Switch to sport

I got somewhere to be, lil' baby, I'm important (On gang)

Part V: T-Baby - Body Hop (Oh My Goodness) / GloRilla - HOLLON

[Intro: T-Baby]

Oh my goodness, oh my God

[Verse 1: GloRilla]

Glock .19, it came with a drum, yeah, that's my favorite gun (Bop)

Asked if he my only nigga, I said, "No, but you my favorite one" (Nah, for real)

Yeah, rare-ass bitch, nigga, I'm one of one (Fuck you mean?)

Nah, I can't make you mines, but I can make you cum

Freak up in the sheets, in them streets, baby, I'm a thug

I just threw ten-thousand-somethin' ones in this fuckin' club (Huh, hoo)

I'm poppin' it so hard 'cause I ain't used to shit (I ain't used to shit)

These niggas ain't got no type, they want a stupid bitch (On gang)

[Post-Verse: T-Baby]

Oh my goodness, oh my God

[Verse 2: T-Baby]

Oh my goodness, oh my God

[Outro: T-Baby, Tama Gucci]

[Instrumental]

Oh my goodness, oh my God

Yeah, yeah

Part VI: That Kid - Captain (Krypt Remix)

[Verse 1: Tama Gucci]

Everything feels perfect

Yes everything is perfect

You wanna be my captain

Take me on a journey, on an Oddesey

Then put your hands on my body

I know you think about it it's okay to come clean

I promise it'll be worth it

Change your life

You'll be glad that you came for me

Just trust in your heart

You know we can do anything

[Chorus: Tama Gucci, T-Baby]

You wanna be my captain yeah

You wanna be my captain

Ooh, yeah

Oh my goodness, oh my God

[Bridge: Tama Gucci]

Yeah, yeah

[Outro: T-Baby]

Oh my goodness, oh my God

Part VII: 2hollis - trauma

[Chorus: 2hollis, Tama Gucci]

Yeah, yeah

I ain't got no time for all that drama, huh

Yeah, yeah

Jumpin' out that pit, I took no trauma, yeah (Oh, yeah)

Yeah, yeah

Oh, you thought you were special? (Yeah) Thinkin' everyone's against you (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah

I'm stuck, C6H12, bitch, I'm tryna forget you (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah

Bitch, I speak to Trisme (Yeah), you could show me love or show me hate (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah

You could choose to feel love or feel pain (Ah), once a year I go insane

Yeah, yeah

Once a year I go David Blaine, disappear, never come back

Yeah, yeah

My life feels like a live stream, all the cameras on me, gotta watch my back

[Post-Chorus: 2hollis]

Back, back, just another heart attack

Back, I'm goin' back, b-b-back

Just another flashback, flash (Yeah, oh)

Just another flashback, makin' my way home

In too deep, doors lockin' on me, everybody waiting for me in the main room

[Bridge: 2hollis]

Oh, you tryna eat? Oh, you want a lil' piece? Every man for himself, no ****

Oh, you tryna leave? Oh, you tryna get free? Chain locked to the motherfuckin' pavement (Yeah)

I ain't even know what they saying (Yeah), I don't even know what they playing

I ain't even know my name, I don't even know my name

[Outro: Tama Gucci]

Yeah, yeah

Part VIII: JPEGMAFIA - SIN MIEDO

[Intro: Mr. Mixx]

Peggy! Peggy!

Big-big-big-big-big-bi-bi-bi-bi-big booty hoes, up with it

[Verse 1: JPEGMAFIA & Mr. Mixx]

You niggas is bitches, I don't wanna kick it

Let me see you touch the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground

Peggy, I aim for the fences, you niggas don't swing, you stackin' up misses

Big booty hoes, up with it

You tweetin' your business, we can't do no business

Let me see you touch the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground

Dick-ridin' is expensive, if you need a image, then baby, don't listen

Let me see you touch the ground, b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-big booty hoes

Keep bumpin' who-the-fuck-is-that?

Fake-plug-talkin' Tubi rappers

Let me see you touch the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground

Got a machine behind 'em, and still they can't fill up capacity with they raps

Big booty hoes, up with it

Baby mama be a rap snack, grew up white, now they act black

Let me see you touch the ground, ground

[Refrain: JPEGMAFIA, Mr. Mixx]

Let me see you touch the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground

She had issues with her father

I had issues with my barber

She off all of these drugs

Coke in her butt, R.I.P Aaron Carter

B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b

[Outro: Mr. Mixx]

Let me see you touch the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground

B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b

Part IX: Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Heads Will Roll (A-Trak Remix)

[Intro: Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Mr. Mixx]

Let me see you touch the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground

Off, off-off, off-off, off, off, off-off, off-off, off

[Chorus: Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Mr. Mixx]

B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b

Off with your head

B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b

Dance, dance 'til you're dead, dead

B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b

Heads will roll, heads will roll

B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b

Let me see you touch the ground

Heads will roll

Ground, ground, ground, ground

On the floor

B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b

Off, off with your head

B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b

Dance, dance 'til you're dead, dead

B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b

Heads will roll

B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b

Heads will roll

B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b

Let me see you touch the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground

Heads will roll

On the floor

[Outro: Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Trina]

Off, off-off, off-off, off, off, off-off, off-off, off

Whoop!

Off, off-off, off-off, off, off, off-off, off-off, off

Whoop! Whoop!

Part X: Trina - Pull Over

[Chorus: Trick Daddy, Yeah Yeah Yeahs]

Off, off-off, off-off, off

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Off, off-off, off-off, off

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Off, off-off, off-off, off

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Off, off-off, off-off, off

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Off, off-off, off-off, off

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Off, off-off, off-off, off

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Off, off-off, off-off, off

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Off, off-off, off-off, off

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

[Chorus: Trick Daddy]

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

[Verse 1: Trina]

Dumps in the truck

Thighs like what?

Ain't nann ho got more booty in the butt

Sisqo made that song when he seen me in a

THONG! TH-THONG! THONG! THONG!

I know you like the way the booty go

Like a pro

Slip him off the bed, throw him on the floor

Turn on the cameras start the freak show

This ass even make Black Rob say whoa

I got a fat ass nann nigga can't pass up

Juvenile couldn't even back this azz up

Bone don't you know lil' mama fully loaded

I got a fat ass and I know how to tote it

You wanna fuck?

Twenty g's for the nut

Keys to the mansion, keys to the truck

What? Y'all know what's up

Ain't nann ho got more booty in the butt

[Chorus: Trick Daddy]

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

[Outro: Trick Daddy]

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Whoop! Whoop!

Part XI: cece natalie - 754 / INOJ - Moving On

[Intro: cece natalie, Trick Daddy]

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

I wanna know you, I wanna keep you close to me

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

Oh, the way it works is funny don't you think?

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

I wanna know you, but you do not wanna know me

Whoop! Whoop!

Pull over that ass is too fat

[Verse 1: cece natalie]

Hey, hello I'ma get loud

7:54, I'm feelin' it now

I’m out the door, I'ma get loud

Where are you now?

Watch it go down

The right amount of nothing but you got a perfect timing

Half the time I think I'm onto something, there's someone behind me

I decided not to bother, but I'm hoping that you find me

Where are you now?

Watch it go down

[Chorus: cece natalie, Cakedog]

Oh, the way it works is funny don't you think?

I wanna know you, I wanna keep you close to me

Oh, the way it works is funny don't you think?

I wanna know you, but you do not wanna know me

This is suicidal

Oh, the way it works is funny don't you think?

This is suicidal

I wanna know you, I wanna keep you close to me

Oh, the way it works is funny don't you think?

This is suicidal

I wanna know you, but you do not wanna know me

Part XII: Cakedog - SUICIDAL

[Intro: Cakedog]

This is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal

[Bridge: Cakedog]

This is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal

[Chorus: Cakedog]

This is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal

[Drop: Cakedog]

Get— get— get— get— get—

This is suicidal

Get— get— get— get— get—

Get— get— get— get— get

This is suicidal

Get— get— get— get— get—

This is suicidal

Get— get— get— get— get—

This is suicidal

Get— get— get— get— get—

This is suicidal

[Outro: Cakedog]

Get— get— get— get— get—

This is suicidal

Get— get— get— get— get—

This is suicidal

Get— get— get— get— get—

This is suicidal

Part XIII: che - It’s My Party and I’ll Die If I Want To

[Chorus: che, Cakedog]

Get— get— get— get— get—

I don't want the peace no more (Peace), yeah (Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah)

Get— get— get— get— get—

This is suicidal

I don't want the peace no more, yeah (Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee)

Get— get— get— get— get—

This is suicidal

Go ahead, show 'em why you don't need no one, no one (Yeah, go ahead, che, che, yeah, go ahead, che, che, yeah, go ahead, che, che)

Get— get— get— get— get—

This is suicidal

Huh, go ahead, show 'em why you don't need no one, no one (Yeah, go ahead, che, che, yeah, go ahead, che, che, yeah, go ahead, che, che)

[Verse: che]

Huh, niggas won't live their own life, they wan' watch me, huh

Boy, your posse's full of bitches and some hype beast (Yeah)

Boy, the bitches that you with (Yeah, yeah), I wouldn't be five feet (Ha)

If I get this lil' bitch naked, she gon' like me (Huh, oh, yeah)

She said, "che, I can't take it, you like five feet deep" (Oh)

Okay, bitch, you tired of me? (Hey) Beat it

Yeah, I'm rockin' pink Alyx (Hey), I look just like a liter

I put flesh up on the teeth (Oh, yeah), shawty, just like I'm a teether (Fee)

Yeah, pushin' P, yeah, eh, that be the pussy bleeder

Huh, face eater (Yeah), blood eater (Yeah)

I don't teach her shit, she don't teach me either, she a keeper

Let's go put that bitch, yeah, on that tee, eh-eh-eh-eh, on that TEC

Ain't no peace in me, huh, yeah, ain't no peace in me (And I'm M.I.A.)

Made in Atlanta

Part XIV: FKA twigs - jealousy

[Chorus: FKA twigs & Rema, FKA twigs, che]

Jealousy you put on me

You're in your feelings way too deep

Jealousy you put on me

That's why your mind's out, mind's out, why? (Fuck it)

Jealousy you put on me

You're in your feelings way too deep

Jealousy you put on me

That's why your mind's out, mind's out, why?

Jealousy you put on me

(Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah)

I don't want the peace no more, yeah (Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah)

That's why your mind's out, mind's out, why?

[Outro: FKA twigs & Rema, FKA twigs, che]

Jealousy you put on me

(Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah)

Jealousy you put on me

(Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah)

Part XV: Lil Yachty - Yacht Club

[Chorus: Juice WRLD, che]

Runnin' up bands, got my guap up

(Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah)

All the bad hoes wanna top us

Too many wild parties on the yacht

(Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah)

Me and Boat got kicked out the yacht club

[Verse: Lil Yachty, Juice WRLD, che]

Ayy, ayy, air it out

(Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah)

Pull up at your spot, and I air it out

Gang on the gas and it's very loud

(Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah)

Stop sayin' my name before you wear it out

I been sippin' lean, tryna slow me down

I need me a bitch that'll hold me down

Gang comin' strong, yeah we rollin' out

Throw a party like Rollin' Loud

She do—

—ke a nerd doin' homework

[Outro: Juice WRLD]

.40 in my pants, that bitch thought it was a boner

She do the gang like a nerd doin' homework

.40 in my pants, that bitch thought it was a boner

She do the gang like a nerd doin' homework

.40 in my pants, that bitch thought it was a boner

She do the gang like a nerd doin' homework

.40 in my pants, that bitch thought it was a boner

She do the gang like a nerd doin' homework

.40 in my pants, that bitch thought it was a boner

Part XVI: Tate McRae - exes / Squarepusher - My Red Hot Car (mashup)

[Intro: Tate McRae]

Oh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

Changed my mind up like it's origami

Oh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

Changed my mind up like it's origami

[Chorus: Tate McRae]

(Kiss-kiss-kiss-) Kisses to my exes who don't give a shit about me

Kisses, kisses to the next ones who think they can live without me

We make up, then we break up, then they swear they'll never call me

But I still keep their number and their necklace, kisses to my exes

[Verse 1: Tate McRae]

Happens every time

I don't mean, mean to be cold, but that's how I get, oh

Me and all my pride

Tryna burn down every damn bridge any time we can, and again

[Pre-Chorus: Tate McRae]

I'm a, I'm a, I'm a wild ride that never stops

I'm a, I'm a, I'm a hard case they can't unlock

And I, and I swear I care a lot, just not enough

Let's just say it is what it is and was what it was

[Chorus: Tate McRae]

(Kiss-kiss-kiss-) Kisses to my exes who don't give a shit about me

Kisses, kisses to the next ones who think they can live without me

We make up, then we break up, then they swear they'll never call me

But I still keep their number and their necklace, kisses to my exes

[Post-Chorus: Tate McRae]

Oh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

Changed my mind up like it's origami

Oh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me (Oh-oh-oh)

Changed my mind up like it's ori—

[Verse 2: Tate McRae]

Say, say I wanna go there, then I wanna leave

Make another promise that I can't keep

I don't ever know what I want, but that's what you want

If you're down, well, then don't blame me

Breakin' it all before it starts, makin' it all up in my head

But I just overshare 'bout things I never meant

[Pre-Chorus: Tate McRae]

I'm a, I'm a, I'm a wild ride that never stops

I'm a, I'm a, I'm a hard case they can't unlock

And I, and I swear I care a lot, just not enough

Let's just say it is what it is and was what it was (Was)

[Chorus: Tate McRae]

Kisses to my exes who don't give a shit about me

Kisses, kisses to the next ones who think they can live without me (Nah, nah)

We make up, then we break up, then they swear they'll never call me (Yeah)

But I still keep their number and their necklace, kisses to my exes

[Post-Chorus: Tate McRae]

Oh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

Changed my mind up like it's origami

Oh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

Changed my mind up like it's origami (Ha-ha)

Oh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

Changed my mind up like it's origami

[Outro: Tate McRae]

Kisses to my exes, I know that I did you dirty

Little messed up, little selfish, we ain't married, I ain't thirty

Yeah, we hooked up, then we broke up, then I said you really hurt me

But I still got your number and your necklace, kisses to my exes

Part XVII: Slow Pulp - Cramps / skaiwater - real feel / Janet Jackson - All for You

[Verse 1: Slow Pulp]

She seems so ambitious, talking and she's spitting

And I think I know what I’m missing

There's nothing better

Watch out for Heather

I play out the same scene, bleeding on my new sheets

I wanna bake out on the concrete

There's nothing better

Than keeping it together

[Chorus: Slow Pulp]

I'll take anything (I'll take anything)

That you wanna give (That you wanna give)

But I want everything (Everything)

[Bridge: skaiwater]

(I need your love today)

(Give me the strength to stay) (What's up?)

What's up Westside shawty?

I've been outside, I've been

[Chorus: skaiwater]

Out of pocket, out of pocket (Oh, yeah)

Out of body, out of body with you, baby

Ride me like a Kawasaki (Kawasaki)

Tell the hoes the truth, show them that we locked in

I feel (I feel), I feel like you're up to something (Oh yeah, feel)

I feel like you're up to sumn (Yeah, oh yeah)

[Verse 2: skaiwater, Slow Pulp]

Rule number one for being a bad bitch (Rule number one)

Yeah, never let a nigga take you for granted (Never let a nigga, huh, what?)

Yeah, I took the shot that they gave me and ran with it (I took the shot that they gave me and ran with it)

(Everything)

Uh, bitch, I get the gangsta shit from my mammy (Oh, yeah, get the gangsta shit from my mammy)

(Everything)

We need two cars, bitch, we out to Miami

(Everything)

Isabel Marant for when your bitch is ready

(Everything)

Bitch, I'm your blackest opp and I'm the last bitch standing (Last bitch standing)

(Everything)

I see that bitch in your Instagram DM, she still get an answer (Still get a answer)

(Everything)

Yeah, I do a drive by, do a manhunt (No cap)

(I need your love today)

(Everything)

I go crazy, I go brazy, go bad, yeah (No cap)

(Everything)

Give a fuck if that's a girl, bitch, I'll still blam them (No cap)

(Everything)

(Give me the strength to stay)

But I could calm it down, baby, put down the hammer (No cap)

(Everything)

Tell me everything I read in your phone, it was random

(Everything)

[Chorus: skaiwater, Slow Pulp]

(Everything)

Out of pocket, out of pocket (For real)

(Everything)

Out of body, out of body with you, baby

(Everything)

Ride me like a Kawasaki

(Everything)

Tell the hoes the truth, show them that we locked in

(Everything)

I feel, I feel like you're up to something (Feel)

(Everything)

I feel like you're up to sumn

(Everything)

[Bridge: Janet Jackson, ?, Slow Pulp]

It's all for you

[?]

If you really want it

[?]

It's all for you

[?]

If you say you need it

(Everything)

It's all for you

[?]

If you gotta have it

[?]

(Everything)

It's all for you

[?]

If you make a move

(Everything)

[?]

It's all for you

[?]

(Everything)

[Outro: Janet Jackson]

It's all for you, if you really want it

It's all for you, if you say you need it

It's all for you, if you gotta have it

It's all for you if you make a move

It's all for you

Part XVIII: 1oneam - Lil Kim

[Chorus: 1oneam, Janet Jackson]

It's all for you

Want smoke lil' bitch? I'm bout it

If you really want it

Want smoke fuck nigga? We 'bout it

It's all for you

B-b-bad bitch eat dick, wanna chow it

If you say you need it

T-t-too much came in, need me an accountant

It's all for you

Bands so big, I can't even count it

If you gotta have it

They like, "Zen, stop fucking around"

It's all for you

You better duck, twin sending them rounds

If you make a move

Told the ho, "Bye, I'll see you around"

It's all for you

She getting geeked, been using her snout

It's all for you

Yeah, I'm too free in this bitch, no doubt

If you really want it

She fuck with lil' Zen, not no doubt

It's all for you

[Verse: 1oneam, Janet Jackson]

If you say you need it

Bad lil' bitch, she slim (I got the video, I got the video)

It's all for you

Bo—bodies sent the ho, Lil Kim

If you gotta have it

You ri—, you ride the wave, can't swim

It's all for you

Pockets swole, straight out the gym

If you make a move

Pussy so good, she wet like, "Damn"

It's all for you

Flex-flex like shit, bitch, fuck an exam

It's all for you

Steak, lil' bitch, I don't eat no ham

If you really want it

Want some beef? I go ham

It's all for you

I-I just jumped out the foreign

If you say you need it

Fuck a bitch good, wake up in the morning

G19, hit you and it's pouring

High as fuck, bitch, I'm soaring, ayy

Tote my shit and record it

Too many [?], just report it

Off a Xan, it's one in the morning

Recording this shit, it's one in the morning

[Outro: 1oneam]

Want smoke lil' bitch? I'm bout it

Want smoke fuck nigga? we bout it

B-b-bad bitch eat dick, wanna chow it

T-t-too much came in, need me an accountant

Bands so big, I can't even count it

They like, "Zen, stop fucking around"

You better duck, twin sending them rounds

Told the ho, "Bye, I'll see you around"

She getting geeked, been using her snout

Yeah, I'm too free in this bitch, no doubt

She fuck with lil' Zen, not no doubt

Part XIX: Field Mob - So What / Drexciya - Running Out Of Space (mashup)

[Intro: Jazze Pha]

Ladies and gentlemen!

Jazze Pha, Field Mob, Ciara

Superstar DJ's, here we go

[Chorus: Ciara]

They say - "He do a little this, he do a little that

He always in trouble," and I heard

"He's nuttin' but a pimp, he's done a lot of chicks

He's always in the club," and they say

"He think he slick, he's got a lot of chips

He's sellin' them drugs," and I heard

"He's been locked up, find somebody else

He ain't nuttin' but a thug"

So whaaaaaaaaat, so whaaaaaat

So whaaaaaat, so whaaaaat

[Verse 1: Smoke]

And they say - I'm a slut, I'm a ho, I'm a freak

I got a different girl every day of the week

You too smart, you'd be a dummy to believe

That stuff that you heard that they say about me

They say that I'm this, they say that I'm that

But all of it's fiction, none of it's fact

But you don't be hearin' it about your lover

You let it go in one ear and out the other

Now he say, she say, they say, I heard

If they fake, we can't let it get on our nerves

She miserable, she just want you to be

Like her, misery needs company

So don't listen to that vine of grapes - They're

Nuttin' but liars hatin', and I bet

They wouldn't mind tradin' pla-ces

With you by my side in my Mercedes

[Chorus: Ciara]

They say - "He do a little this, he do a little that

He always in trouble," and I heard

"He's nuttin' but a pimp, he's done a lot of chicks

He's always in the club," and they say

"He think he slick, he's got a lot of chips

He's sellin' them drugs," and I heard

"He's been locked up, find somebody else

He ain't nuttin' but a thug"

So whaaaaaaaaat, so whaaaaaat

So whaaaaaat, so whaaaaat

Part XX: Charli xcx - Out of My Head / Syzy - Caught up (in circles) / Frost Children - Shake It Like A

[Verse 1: Tove Lo]

Glitter in my sheets

Dancin' on, no sleep

I don't learn, wanna burn, wanna turn all the way up, yeah

I don't learn, wanna burn in the dirt 'til I'm out of luck, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Tove Lo]

Pills and potions and terrible things

Heart on the floor when the telephone rings

All of the lies, I just wanna believe

Drop all my morals, I just wanna sin

[Chorus: Alma]

I'm out of my, out of my head

Out of my head

Please, get out of my, out of my, out of my

Out of my head

Please, get out of my, out of my, out of my head

Out of my head

Please, get out of my, out of my, out of my head

Out of my head, out of my head

[Post-Chorus: Tove Lo]

Need you, need you, need you out

Need you, need you, need you

Need you, need you, need you out

Need you, need you, need you

[Chorus: Lulu, Tove Lo]

Need you, need you, need you out

I feel it baby, you feel it too

Need you, need you, need you

Growing now, growing now, growing now

Need you, need you, need you out

Move on my body like you're supposed to

Need you, need you, need you

Like you're supposed to

Need you, need you, need you

[Drop: Angel, Danny Brown, Tove Lo]

Yeah, girl, shake it like a

Need you, need you, need you out

Shake it like a

Need you, need you, need you out

Shake it like a

Need you, need you, need you out

[Verse 1: Danny Brown, Tove Lo]

Dance to the light of the silvery moon

Need you, need you, need you out

I beat my own drum, dance to my own tune

Do what I choose, give a fuck about a trend

Need you, need you, need you

Bitch, I'm all about the crew, motherfuck a new friend

Y'all been mislead, ten steps ahead

Need you, need you, need you out

Need to cut that shit out like Lil Wayne dreads

When I flip in an instant, y'all on Ozempic

Need you, need you, need you

Straight out the trenches, swing for the fences

Part XXI: Frost Children - Shake It Like A / Jane Remover - Magic I Want U (mashup)

[Intro: Angel, Tove Lo]

Need you, need you, need you out

Need you, need you, need you

Shake it like a

Need you, need you, need you out

Need you, need you, need you

[Verse 2: Angel]

Yeah, shake it like a dog in the rain

Whip your hair 'til it falls out, damage your brain

'Cause the world is to blame that you fell outta grace

Shake the pain from your face now-now

Yeah, girl, shake it like a

[Refrain: Lulu, Jane Remover]

I feel it baby, you feel it too

Growing now, growing now, growing now

Move on my body like you're supposed to

Like you're supposed to

'Cause I'll be your groupie, baby

[Drop: Angel, Lulu, Jane Remover]

Yeah, girl, shake it like a

(Like you're supposed to, like you're supposed to)

'Cause I'll be your groupie, baby

Yeah, girl, shake it like a

Shake it like a

'Cause I'll be your groupie, baby

Shake it like a

Part XXII: Hiroshi Sato - You’re My Baby

Haven't known you long

But I'm writing you this song

Take it as a message from me

Girl you have the eyes of Venus

Rising from the sea

Watch you from a distance

I hardly can believe

You're my baby

Through the shifting sands

We are walking hand in hand

Ours a path that time can't erase

Girl you have a tender beauty

And a dancer's grace

Moving gently from me

To spin through time and space

Part XXIII: Charli Xcx - B2b (DJ LUKINHAS Remix) / Beyoncé - VIRGO’S GROOVE

[Intro: Charli xcx, Hiroshi Sato]

You're my baby

Back to, back to, back to, back to

You're my baby

Back to, back to, back to, back to you

[Chorus: Charli xcx, DJ LUKINHAS, Hiroshi Sato]

[?]

Back to, back to, back to, back to you

[?]

I don't wanna fall right back to us

[?]

Maybe you should run right back to her

[?]

I don't wanna go back, back to

You're my baby

[?]

Back to, back to, back to, back to you

[?]

I don't wanna fall right back to us

[?]

Maybe you should run right back to her

[?]

I don't wanna go back, back to

[?]

Back to, back to, back to, back to you

[?]

I don't wanna fall right back to us

[?]

Maybe you should run right back to her

[?]

I don't wanna go back, back to

[?]

Back to, back to, back to, back to you

[?]

You're my baby

I don't wanna fall right back to us

[?]

Maybe you should run right back to her

[?]

I don't wanna go back, back to

[?]

You're my baby

Back to, back to, back to, back to you

[?]

I don't wanna fall right back to us

[?]

Maybe you should run right back to her

[?]

I don't wanna go back, back to

[?]

You're my baby

[Breakdown: Charli xcx, DJ LUKINHAS]

Back— back— [?] back— back— [?]

Oh, DJ LUKINHAS

Back— back— [?] back— back— [?]

[Drop: Charli xcx, DJ LUKINHAS]

Back— back— [?] back— back— back—

To back— [?] back— back— back—

Back— back— [?] back— back— back—

I don't wanna go back, back to—

Back— [?] back— [?] back— back—

[?] [?] [?] back—

Back— [?] back— [?] back— back—

[?] [?] [?] back—

I don't wanna go back, back to—

Back— [?] back— [?] back— back—

[?] [?] [?] back—

Back— [?] back— [?] back— back—

[?] [?] [?] back—

Back— [?] back— [?] back— back—

[?] [?] [?] back—

[Breakdown: Beyoncé, Charli xcx]

I don't wanna feel feelings

There's nothin' that I want as much as I want you

I don't wanna feel feeli— i— i— i— i— i— i— i— i— ings

A psychic hit me, told me we got shit to do

I— I— I— I—

We ain't got time like we used to

I— i— i— i— i— i— i— i—

But we still shine like we used to

I don't wanna fall right back to us

And we still grind like we used to

Maybe you should run right back to her

And we cut ties when we need to

I don't wanna go back, back to (Ah, ah, ah)

But I need more you on me and me on you, oh

[Refrain: Beyoncé]

I can be the one that takes you there

And I need more nudity and ecstasy, oh

On this magic ride, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh, oh)

Baby, you can hit this, don't be scared

Baby, you can hit this, don't be scared (Yeah, yeah)

It's only gonna get you high

[Pre-Chorus: Beyoncé]

Baby, come over

Come be alone with me tonight

All these emotions

It's washin' over me tonight, oh

[Chorus: Beyoncé]

Right here (Right here), right now (Right now)

Iced up (Iced up), bite down (Bite down)

Baby, lock in (Lock in) right now (Right now)

I want it right here (Right here), right now (Right now)

Cuddled up (Cuddled up) on the couch (On the couch)

Motorboat (Motorboat), baby, swerve around (Swerve around)

Slow-mo (Slow-mo) comin' out my blouse (Out my blouse)

I want it right here (Right here), right now (Right now)

[Post-Chorus: Beyoncé, Mk.gee, Charli xcx, *DJ LUKINHAS*]

Baby, come over

Oh, my love

I can be the one that take you there

Oh please, put me out

I can be the one that takes you there (Ooh-oh)

On this magic ride, woo

I believe that you owe me this time

Baby, come over (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Baby, you can hit this, don't be scared

Can't believe how you killed me tonight

Baby, you can hit this, don't be scared (Ooh-oh)

It's only gonna get you high

I'm taking all my love

Back— *[?]* back— *[?]* back— back—

*[?]* *[?]* *[?]* back—

Back— *[?]* back— *[?]* back— back—

*[?]* *[?]* *[?]* back—

I don't wanna go back, back to—

Back— *[?]* back— *[?]* back— back—

*[?]* *[?]* *[?]* back—

Oh please, put me out

Back— *[?]* back— *[?]* back— back—

*[?]* *[?]* *[?]* back—

I believe that you owe me this time

Back— *[?]* back— *[?]* back— back—

*[?]* *[?]* *[?]* back—

Can't believe how you killed me tonight

Back— *[?]* back— *[?]* back— back—

*[?]* *[?]* *[?]* back—

I'm taking all my love

Back— *[?]* back— *[?]* back— back—

*[?]* *[?]* *[?]* back—

Part XXIV: Avant - Lie About Us

[Verse 1: Avant]

Baby, I know

When we started out there was things you didn't know

But baby girl, we got a lot of things we need to discuss

I know I'm asking for a lot, but just trust

You say that things getting old

Sneakin' 'round, creepin' and love on the low

Now baby girl, I can't wait 'til it's officially us

I can't wait to let them know about us

[Pre-Chorus: Nicole Scherzinger, Avant]

At first I thought that I could take it boy, but I don't know (I don't know)

You told me you were gonna leave her for me long ago (Long ago)

Eventually I will, but I just gotta take it slow

Don't wanna break her heart, although I gotta let her go, so baby

[Chorus: Avant]

So please don't say you wanna give up

How do I tell her that I'm falling in love?

And I know you're waiting patiently for that day

When we no longer have to lie about us

When I'm with her, all I want is your touch

And when you call me, I don't wanna hang up

And I know I say it often but I can't wait

'Til we no longer have to lie about us

[Outro: Avant]

Ooh, whoa

Yeah, yeah

Part XXV: Ken Carson - Green Room

[Intro: Ken Carson, Avant]

(Wake up, F1LTHY)

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

Ooh, whoa

Half of these niggas ain't never seen shit, and these bitches ain't seen shit neither

Yeah, yeah

When she workout, she rockin' a tracksuit, it's Balenciaga Adidas

[Chorus: Ken Carson, Avant]

And this shit don't make no sense

Ooh, whoa

How I went from broke to rich?

Yeah, yeah

How the fuck you want me now, back then act like you ain't notice me? (Notice me, notice me)

Yeah, now I got diamonds, now I got these jewels

Now these hoes comin' in two

Now my pockets filled with cash

Ooh, whoa

Bitch I walk around with them blues, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Lil' bitch, I walk around with them blues now

Yeah

[Verse: Ken Carson, Avant]

You know how I rock, cut off stacks, keep kush in my pocket

Ooh, whoa

They treat my swag just like a door the way these niggas knock it

Bitch, I'm in that mode like Naruto, I'm a nine-tailed fox

I don't want that ho if she ain't bringin' nothin' to the table but her box

I been gettin' tired of fuckin'

Ooh, whoa

And I'm tired of being tired, shit, fuck it

Yeah, yeah

Everyday I ball out, I make sure I get a bucket

How the fuck you don't know my middle name but you claim that you love me?

You don't love me (Love me, love me)

Ooh, whoa

I know you don't love me

If a bitch try me, it's gon' get real ugly

Yeah, yeah

If she wanna leave, I'll let her leave 'cause she already fucked me, huh

I'm such an asshole

Ooh, whoa

Money over everything, these niggas gon' fold before my cash fold

Every time I post on Instagram, I make her mad, oh

Every time I pop out, you know I'm with a new bad ho, woah

[Outro: Ken Carson]

And you can't relate 'cause what I been doin' lately feels so unreal

And I get depressed when I notice nobody feel how I feel (How I feel, how I feel, how I feel)

Yeah

Part XXVI: Cascada - What Hurts the Most

[Verse 1: Cascada, Ken Carson]

I was wit' the Look Killa tryna catch a kill

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house

I remember way, way back in the day

That don't bother me

We couldn't even afford no meal

I can take a few tears now and then and just let 'em out

What I spent on purple drank

I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while

I could've paid his bills off for a year

Even though goin' on with you gone still upsets me

I was Uberin' everywhere

There are days every now and again I pretend I'm okay

Now it's two-twenty on my dash when I steer

But that's not what gets me

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

[Chorus: Cascada]

What hurts the most was being so close

And having so much to say (Much to say)

And watching you walk away (Walk away)

Never knowing what could have been

And not seeing that loving you

Is what I was trying to do

Part XXVII: Mel V - Pew Pew / Jane Remover - homeswitcher / Bar 9 - Piano Tune

[Intro: Mel V]

Brrt, Chapo

Huh?

[Verse: Mel V]

Walk down with the Drac', he get hit with the fye (Plugg)

I smoke on your bro every time I get high

Haters on dick, they just want a reply

Do not get popped like the Fourth of July

Do not get popped like a motherfuckin' soda

Bitch, I ain't bougie, I'll step in Corolla

Might need a cast, I'm poppin' my shoulder

Bitch, I'm the sickest like I got Ebola

Yeah, I'm the sickest like I got the flu

Smokin' on sticky, I'm smokin' on glue

Ain't got no religion, but this shit here True

I'm blessin' the beat like, "Ah, ahchoo"

Come on your block, hit your whole crew

Bullets gon' eat at a nigga like food

Hi-Point, you got the lil' pew-pew

Big Glock, I keep me a big tool

Run up on me, girl, you is a big fool (Plugg)

Dog-ass bitch, I don't fuck with no Shih Tzu (On God)

Nigga play, I'ma aim at his top (Yeah)

Only see red, but I never will stop (Yeah)

Can't fuck with you 'cause you fuck with the cops (Yeah)

You mad 'bout a ho, bitch, I'm not your opp

Yeah, yeah, I told these hoes they ain't ready (Hrrt)

I got the sauce like fuckin' spaghetti, yeah

I ride the beat like a Chevy (Uh)

Been servin' white, ain't talkin' no Betty

Yeah, bitches so soft like a teddy (Yeah)

Me and Kiko, we like Jason and Freddy, yeah

Don't wanna chop it up like a machete

You bitches be sweet as fuck just like Little Debbie

Part XXVIII: Mel V - Pew Pew / One Direction - Stockholm Syndrome / ROUND TABLE - Let Me Be With You / Bar 9 - Piano Tune / umru & Chase Icon - Records (your danso remix)

[Intro: Mel V]

Brrt, Chapo

Huh?

[Verse: Mel V, ROUND TABLE]

Walk down with the Drac', he get hit with the fye (Plugg)

I smoke on your bro every time I get high

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)

He get hit with the fye (Plugg)

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)

I smoke on your bro every time I get high

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)

Walk down with the Drac', he get hit with the fye (Plugg)

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)

I smoke on your bro every time I get high

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)

Walk down with the Drac', he get hit with the fye (Plugg)

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)

I smoke on your bro every time I get high

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)

[Chorus: Chase Icon, ROUND TABLE]

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)

I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)

I don't sell ass anymore, I sell

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)

I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)

I don't sell ass, I don't sell ass

Part XXIX: ROUND TABLE - Let Me Be With You / umru & Chase Icon - Records (your danso remix)

[Intro: Chase Icon]

I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records

I don't sell ass anymore, I sell

I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records

I don't sell ass, I don't sell ass

I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records

I don't sell ass anymore, I sell

I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records

I don't sell ass, I don't sell ass

[Chorus: Chase Icon, ROUND TABLE]

I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records

I don't sell ass anymore, I sell

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)

I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)

I don't sell ass (Chase Icon)

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)

I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)

I don't sell ass anymore, I sell

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)

I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)

I don't sell ass, I don't sell ass

Part XXX: ROUND TABLE - Let Me Be With You / DJ Tameil - Rude Boy Giddy Up

[Intro: ROUND TABLE]

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah, let me be with you)

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah, let me be with you)

[Chorus: DJ Tameil, ROUND TABLE]

Giddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)

Giddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)

Giddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah, let me be with you)

Giddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)

Giddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)

Giddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh

Giddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah, let me be with you)

[Outro: DJ Tameil]

Oi— oi— oi— come in—

Part XXXI: DJ Tameil - Rude Boy Giddy Up / Jessie j - domino

[Intro: DJ Tameil, Jessie j]

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Oi— oi— oi— come in—

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

[Verse: DJ Tameil, Jessie j]

Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

[Chorus: DJ Tameil, Jessie j]

U-u u-u-u-u—

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

U-u u-u-u-u—

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

U-u u-u-u-u—

[Breakdown: DJ Tameil, Jessie j]

Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

[Outro: DJ Tameil, Vistoso Bosses, Jessie J]

Oi— oi— oi— come in—

Flocka, Waka Flocka, Waka (OH LET DO IT)

Oi— oi— oi— come in—

Vistoso Bosses

Oi— oi— oi— come in—

Flocka waka

Oi— oi— oi— come in—

Waka flocka

Oi— oi— oi— come in—

Flocka wakaoi— oi— oi— come in—

Oi— oi— oi— come in—

1017 BrickSquad Yeah!

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Part XXXII: Vistoso Bosses - Tatted Up / DJ Tameil - Rude Boy Giddy Up

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame, DJ Tameil]

Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Tatted from my neck, (Flocka)

Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Flocka like this show is

Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

All shirt all just to show of my artwork

Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

She said she in love

Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Flocka like a flirt

Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

You get no combo

Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

You ain't got all the words

Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

[Verse 2: Vistoso Bosses, DJ Tameil]

Oi— oi— oi— come in—

You gotta be tatted up

Oi— oi— oi— come in—

Like them rocker bike riders

Oi— oi— oi— come in—

Rollin' on them Harleys

Oi— oi— oi— come in—

Got me goin gnarley

Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

I'm checkin' 'cause his sexy with that inked-out sleeve

Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

And that nimble on his chest like an Ed Hardy tee

Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Talk like a fool, And he's sweatin' me

Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

And he just my type, Let me see what it's gone be

Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Shawty said he wanna holla

Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Tell him "hit me up" when he leave the tattoo parlor

Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

[Chorus: Taylor, Gucci Mane, DJ Tameil]

Oi— oi— oi— come in—

Yeah he is a keeper

Ta-tatted like a pretty boy

Oi— oi— oi— come in—

No shirts and skinny jeans boy

Ro-rockin rosaries boy

Oi— oi— oi— come in—

Body marked in ink, boy

Co-come be on my team boy

Oi— oi— oi— come in—

Something like a G so

Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Those tats don't mean a thing though

Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

They tatted tatted up, they make us fall in love

Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

They tatted tatted up, they make us fall in love

Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

They tatted tatted up, they make us fall in love

Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

They tatted tatted up, they make us fall in love

Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Part XXXIII: Jane Remover - Flash in the Pan / Dazegxd - tell me (Jane Remover remix)

[Verse: Jane Remover, DJ Tameil]

Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up

Oi— oi— oi— come in—

I can't live with shit up in the air

Oi— oi— oi— come in—

What he thinks about my mind and body

Oi— oi— oi— come in—

All the while, I really can't blame you

Oi— oi— oi— come in—

W-we don't have a single thing in common

Oi— oi— oi— come in—

I left my patience back at 30th Street Station

Oi— oi— oi— come in—

I got a thousand miles on my next life

Oi— oi— oi— come in—

[Pre-Chorus: Jane Remover, DJ Tameil]

Oi— oi— oi— come in—

Everybody think they own a piece of me

Oi— oi— oi— come in—

If you want a little taste, you can bite it

Oi— oi— oi— come in—

[Chorus: Jane Remover]

He said, "I'm on stage and you're thinkin' about other guys in front of me?"

"I can see it in your eyes, baby girl, don't lie to me"

He has the whole world and then some in the palm of his hand

I'm jealous (I'm jealous)

I'm trashy for a bitch with no credentials

[Post-Chorus: Jane Remover]

P-pretty boy said I was just a flash in the pan

I could take her flow if I can't take her man

I know how bad you wanna scream my name

They must be buggin' if they don't know who I am

[Refrain: Jane Remover]

You finding words to say, you not with me though

Wake up and find out it's not true

I got dreams of you and me, do you feel it though?

Wake up and find out it's just you

Can you feel from miles away I'm thinkin' 'bout you?

I can never get away with lying

[Pre-Chorus: Jane Remover]

I like his voice and the way he thinks about me

Then I'll go to sleep and wake up crying (Ah-ah-ah)

[Instrumental]

Part XXXIV: Bladee - waster / Carly Rae Jepsen - Talking to Yourself

[Intro: Bladee]

I tried, you know? I tried playin' life, man

[Verse: Bladee]

Fucked up for days, can I catch a break?

Just wanna go away, make it go away

Just running through the days, running through the pain

Bring my life to waste, was it all a waste?

Was it all a waste? Was it all a waste?

I'm smokin' so much dope, can I take a break?

I know you know I know I made a mistake

I'm just trying to touch the real but it's plastic, fake

Plastic face, tragic on the way

Only way I make it through the day is, I can't say

I can't say, sorry, I can't say

Sorry, mom, I know you hate to see me this way

Fall in love and jump

Are you drunk? I was actin' dumb

Pills under my tongue, I feel numb

Don't like anyone

Empty, fill my cup

I fucked up, cut me up my cut

Catch you out, you're slumped, he's a bum

Drain Gang, yeah, we on

I'm the chosen one, the fuck you thought?

Get back what I love

I make the call, are you slow?

Reap the risk I sow

[Bridge: Carly Rae Jepsen]

Are you thinkin' of me?

Does it kill you that you're thinkin' of me?

Are you thinkin' of me?

Does it kill you that you're thinkin' of me?

[Chorus: Carly Rae Jepsen]

Are you thinkin' of me when you're with somebody else?

Do you talk to me when you're talkin' to yourself?

Are you reachin' for me, makin' love to someone else?

Do you talk to me (To me)

When you're talkin' to yourself-self?

When you're talkin' to your—

Talk to me (To me)

When you're talkin' to yourself-self

When you're talkin' to your—

Talk to me (To me)

When you're talkin' to yourself

Part XXXV: Lil Yachty, Future & Playboi Carti - Flex Up / Carly Rae Jepsen - Talking to Yourself

[Chorus: Future, Lil Yachty, Playboi Carti, Carly Rae Jepsen]

Are you thinkin' of me?

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Big Lambo')

Are you thinkin' of me?

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (You dig?)

Are you thinkin' of me?

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Woo)

Does it kill you that you're thinkin' of me?

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Yeah)

Are you thinkin' of me?

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Flex)

Are you thinkin' of me?

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah

Are you thinkin' of me?

[Post-Chorus: Future, Playboi Carti, Carly Rae Jepsen]

Does it kill you that you're thinkin' of me?

Bet you won't get no murders out me (Homicide, homicide, yeah)

Are you thinkin' of me?

Go tell the cops (Flex up), I bet you won't get no murders out me

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti, Carly Rae Jepsen]

Are you thinkin' of me?

Flex up, racks up (Homicide), flex up (What?), racks up (Yeah)

Are you thinkin' of me?

Flex up (Flex up), racks up (Racks up), flex up (Flex up), racks up (You dig?)

Are you thinkin' of me?

Sticks up, sticks up (What?), sticks up, sticks up (Yeah)

Does it kill you that you're thinkin' of me?

Pick up the K, yeah (What?), I pick up the Drac', yeah (Slatt)

Are you thinkin' of me?

Spray at your bitch (Bitch, bitch), she gave me face, yeah (Carti)

Are you thinkin' of me?

I sprayed at the opp, yeah, he got shot in his face (Yeah)

Are you thinkin' of me?

I'm on codeine (Yeah), I'm fallin' in love with codeine

Does it kill you that you're thinkin' of me?

I really be sippin' the lean (Yeah), I'm never sippin' the green (Yeah)

Are you thinkin' of me?

I'm doin' them drugs, mean, I'm doin' them drugs, mean

Are you thinkin' of me?

That white ho love me, that white bitch love me, hold on

Are you thinkin' of me?

[Chorus: Future, Playboi Carti, Carly Rae Jepsen, Raheem The Dream]

Does it kill you that you're thinkin' of me?

(Listen up, y'all, 'cause this is it)

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Get it)

Are you thinkin' of me?

(Raheem about to tell ya 'bout some hotel shit)

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (You dig?)

Part XXXVI: Lil Yachty, Future & Playboi Carti - Flex Up / Raheem The Dream - Hotel Motel

[Chorus: Future, Lil Yachty, Playboi Carti, Raheem The Dream]

It goes hotel, motel, Red Roof Inn

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Big Lambo')

If that bitch start fuckin' up, then you take her friend, fellas

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (You dig?)

Hotel, motel, Red Roof Inn

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Woo)

If that bitch start fuckin' up, then you take her friend

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Yeah)

Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Flex)

If that nigga ain't paying then you take his best friend, ladies?

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah

Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Big Lambo')

If that nigga ain't paying then you take his best friend

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (You dig?)

I came back to the city of the ATL

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Woo)

Checked my good pimpin' ass in at the Swissôtel

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Yeah)

I left my mobile phone, I even left my beeper

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Flex)

But I'll be damned if I didn't hit that housekeeper

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah

She came up to my suite with the continental breakfast

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Big Lambo')

She asked me if I'm ridin' in that 300 Lexus

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (You dig?)

I said, freak, does it matter? I said, freak, do you know me?

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Woo)

Be like the state they call Missouri and come and show me

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Yeah)

Now, if you wanna keep yo' shit on the down low

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Flex)

Just pack yo' bags and get yo' ho and this is where you go, to the

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah

Part XXXVII: Raheem The Dream - Hotel Motel / Pierce The Veil - Bulletproof Love

[Intro: Pierce The Veil, Raheem The Dream]

Hotel, motel, Red Roof Inn

I'll breathe you in with smoke in the backyard light

If that bitch start fuckin' up, then you take her friend, ladies?

We used to laugh until we choked, into the wasted nights

Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn

If that nigga ain't paying then you take his best friend

It was the best time of my life, but now I sleep alone

Hotel, motel, Red Roof Inn

If that bitch start fuckin' up, then you take her friend, ladies?

So don't, don't, don't wake me up, 'cause my thrill is gone

Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn

If that nigga ain't paying then you take his best friend

Say I'm wrong in the sunset turning red behind the smoke

Hotel, motel, Red Roof Inn

If that bitch start fuckin' up, then you take her friend, ladies?

Forever and alone

Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn

If that nigga ain't paying then you take his best friend

Yeah

[Outro: Raheem The Dream]

Hotel, motel, Red Roof Inn

If that bitch start fuckin' up, then you take her friend, ladies?

Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn

If that nigga ain't paying then you take his best friend

Part XXXVIII: Pierce The Veil - Bulletproof Love

[Verse 1: Pierce The Veil]

And you've gone and sewn me to this bed

The taste of you and me will never leave my lips again

Under the blinding rain (Blinding rain)

I wanna hold your hand so tight, I'm gonna break my wrists (Break my wrists)

And when the vultures sing tonight, I'm gonna join right in

[Chorus: Pierce The Veil, Raheem The Dream]

I'll sing along, (Oh, oh, oh)

[?]

Because I don't know any other song, woah, oh, no

[?]

I'll sing along, but I'm barely hanging on

[?]

No, I'm barely hanging on

By the time you're hearing this I'll already be gone

And now there's nothing to do but scream at the drunken moon

[?]

[Verse 2: Pierce The Veil, Raheem The Dream]

This isn't fair (No)

[?]

Don't you try to blame this on me

[?]

My love for you was bulletproof, but you're the one who shot me

And goddammit, I can barely say your name

So, I'll try to write it and fill the pen with blood from the sink

[?]

Woah, oh

But, don't just say it, you should sing my name

[?]

Pretend that it's a song 'cause forever it's yours

[?]

And we can sing this on the way home

[?]

[Chorus: Pierce The Veil, Raheem The Dream, ‎OsamaSon]

[?]

I'll sing along, (Oh, oh, oh)

[?]

Take a look at what I did

[?]

'Cause I don't know any other song, woah, oh, no

[?]

Wish you could see this shit, man (Man)

I'll sing along, but I'm barely hanging on

Ah damn (Damn)

[?]

No, I'm barely hanging on

Cannot let 'em down (Yeah)

[?]

By the time you're hearing this I'll already be gone

[?]

Cannot let 'em down

But now there's nothing to do, but tear my voice apart

[?]

VETEMENTS pants, pull 'em up

[?]

There's nothing to do but scream at the drunken moon

[?]

Pull up, test yo' luck

[Breakdown: Pierce The Veil, Raheem The Dream, ‎OsamaSon]

I ran out of love

[?]

Still got fuckin' mud (Bee, bee)

I'll sing along, (Oh, oh, oh)

Try to pay my slime

[?]

He don't want nothin'

[?]

Yeah, nothin'

'Cause I don't know any other song, woah, oh, no

That shit ain't nothin'

[?]

I'll sing along, but I'm barely hanging on

[?]

No, I'm barely hanging on

Yeah, nothin'

By the time you're hearing this I'll already be gone

[?]

That shit ain't nothin'

[?]

But now there's nothing to do, but tear my voice apart

[?]

That shit ain't nothin'

Yeah

There's nothing to do but scream at the drunken moon

[?]

Part XXXIX: ‎OsamaSon - Nothing / Pierce The Veil - Bulletproof Love / Raheem The Dream - Hotel Motel / SOPHIE - Faceshopping (Euphoric Reduce Me To Nothingness Remix)

[Verse: OsamaSon, Raheem The Dream]

Pretty bitch just want some lovin' (Yeah)

Honestly, can't give you nothin'

[?]

Take you where you never been

[?]

Overseas, and I spent like ten (Bee)

[?]

I just want some bands (Some bands)

Hit her, what you sayin'? (Brr)

She said pick her up

[?]

Be there 'round like ten

Rick Owens, my pants (Yeah)

[?]

This ho match my fly, but she ain't mine (Yeah)

[?]

I been pourin' up for the tenth time (Yeah)

Think I fell in love, but she ain't mine, ain't mine

[Outro: Cecile Believe, Pierce The Veil]

I'll sing along, (Oh, oh, oh)

Ooh, reduce me to nothingness

(Oh, oh, oh)

Ooh, reduce me to nothingness

(Oh, oh, oh)

Ooh, reduce me to nothingness

(Oh, oh, oh)

Ooh, reduce me to nothingness

(Oh, oh, oh)

Ooh, reduce me to nothingness

(Oh, oh, oh)

Ooh, reduce me to nothingness

Part XXXX: Jane Remover - TURN UP OR DIE / SOPHIE - Faceshopping (Euphoric Reduce Me To Nothingness Remix)

[Intro: Jane Remover, Cecile Believe]

Ooh, reduce me to nothingness

If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave

Ooh

If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave

Ooh, reduce me to nothingness

If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave

Ooh

If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave

Ooh, reduce me to nothingness

If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave

Ooh

If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave

Ooh, reduce me to nothingness

If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave

Ooh

If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave

Ooh

If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave

[Verse: Jane Remover, Cecile Believe]

Touch me, touch me

If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave

Set my spirit free

If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave

So you must be the one

If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave

That I've seen in my dreams

Come on, touch me

If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave

Set my spirit free

So you must be the one

If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave

That I've seen in my dreams

Come on, touch me

If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave

[Chorus: Jane Remover, Pierce The Veil, Cecile Believe]

I'll sing along, (Oh, oh, oh)

Set my spirit free

Spirit free

If i’m not dancing all night—

—life out of me

If i’m not dancing all night—

—life out of me

Set my spirit free

Spirit free

If i’m not dancing all night—

—life out of me

If i’m not dancing all night—

—life out of me

Set my spirit free

Spirit free

If i’m not dancing all night—

—you bored the life out of me

Set my spirit free

Spirit free

Set my spirit free

Spirit free

If i’m not dancing all night—

—you bored the life out of me

If i’m not dancing all night—

—you bored the life out of me

Set my spirit free

Spirit free

Set my spirit free

Spirit free

If i’m not dancing all night—

—you bored the life out of me

If i’m not dancing all night—

I'll sing along, (Oh, oh, oh)

(Oh, oh, oh)

I'll sing along, (Oh, oh, oh)

(Oh, oh, oh)

[Noise]